#the wind blowing at them as they. stand on some rocks. and sing to a guy who is very far away.

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[gglitch1dd]

Day 3: Exploring Eachother

Mershark Kirishima x Human AFAB Reader

You always loved taking a walk on the beach, when suddenly, the most beautiful voice was calling to you, from beyond the waves

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(NSFW Warning)

Warning: Two dicks tbh. Mentions of abandonment. Reader not believing that Kiri is a masc mer. Oh well... seeing is believing. Fish Katsuki appears at the end.

You had always loved visiting your gran by the sea. She lived to a house right by the sea, just a bit above sea level where the water wouldn’t touch it if the oceans rose at night. She lived a bit away from the town because she believed in beings that lived under the waves, older than any human could live up to. She used to tell you of all the things she would do to help them. She would sit you by the waves, the water by your feet and warm sand under your hands and tell you stories of her advantages.

She would tell you of the handsome and beautiful mers that she was friends with and all the times they would take her under the waves to a world beyond your imagination. She told you of times where she would help provide food for them when the fisherman had overfished one too many times.

Your parents always told you to never listen to her. Your father often told you how she had swallowed one too many drops of sea water in her life. Of course, your gran knew that everyone thought she was crazy, but some of the villagers knew she wasn’t and she knew she wasn’t too. She had always hoped that one day when you were older, she could introduce you to them so that you would love them just as much as she did.

But that day never came.

With gran gone, you didn’t have anyone to visit by the coast anymore and there were not anymore visits. However, once you had learnt that your parents wanted to sell her cottage, you couldn’t let that slide. So you offered to drive to the coast and find some way of convincing them not to sell it or at least to let it be rented out. Which was how you got to the coastal town of Yuuie. Most of the villagers remembered you, recalling crazy times with you and your gran. They were glad to hear you were going to be at her cottage, but they advised you above all else.

Don’t go walking out at night by the coast.

Most of them said that’s how your grandmother got bewitched by the sirens. You obviously thought that it was just a bunch of townspeople nonsense.

Which is why you made the stupid decision to head down to the coast at night. It was a beautiful night, with the wind blowing cool air in your face, the smell of the sea at your back and salt and sand lined your calves and feet. You smiled in happiness at the beauty of the ocean. It was breathtaking. Even with the moon just over the horizon and the waves deep, dark and abyss like, it still was like no other view you had ever seen.

As you hummed to yourself as you walked the coast, you stopped as you heard something. Floating to your ears, amongst the sounds of the waves crashing against the coast, was a voice. You kept moving forward hearing the voice grow louder and louder. It was singing. Gorgeous singing that had you enchanted before you even realised you were. As you walked forward, almost in a daze, you noticed that the voice wasn’t feminine. It was masculine. A voice unyielded and free. You found yourself heading towards the base of a cliff and giant rocks. You could tell the voice was coming from here.

You moved around and then you found a dark hole that led into the unknown. Thoughtlessly, you followed the voice, having to get on your knees and crawl in. It wasn’t a long crawl until you could stand at your full height. The voice was louder now, echoing in the dark tunnel of the cave walls. Now accompanying the voice was the dripping of water and slight twinkle. You moved deeper, following a luminescent blue light.

Soon you found yourself standing in the darkness, blue light illuminating your face as you were left in shock. Sitting in front of you, on a rock, I shit you not, was a long red-haired being of the sea. Your mouth dropped in shock. They were moving their head side to side as they sang, enjoying the toon of the song. You noticed multiple scars on their back and by their waist was where skin blended into a thick tail that reminded you of a great white shark.

“I don’t know when... I don’t know how...”

You were left flabbergasted.

You had found motherfucking Ariel and you were literally about to cry. “Ariel?”

The singing stopped. “Ariel?” The deep voice asking, turning around to face you was a beautiful face, with ruby red round eyes and thick lashes. “Who in All Might’s seven seas is Arie-” He stopped talking as you both looked at each other face to face. His face dropped once he realised that you were not a mer talking to him. His pupils constricted in fear and worry. “It’s a human...” He stated. “Oh my All Might, it’s a human.” He voiced out in disbelief. For a moment, nothing happened between the both of you. You just stared at one another, shocked to find the other there. You watched as his pupils blew out as he gasped with a bright expression with a smile. It was then you saw razor sharp teeth that were lined to perfection. “A HUMAN!” He shouted in excitement as he held his hands to his face.

Your face was split into one of slight confusion at the sounds he was making. It sounded almost like cat noises. You tilted your head. However, that was short lived as you watched the red head dive into the waves. Your face fell at that. He left.

You took a few steps forward closer to the rocky pool. “Hello.” You voiced out uncertain as you took a few more steps forward. “I’m sorry I scared you.” You apologised. “I promise I won’t kill yo- wow that’s a stupid thing for a human to say.” You voiced out to yourself. You shook your head as you got closer to the glowing pool. You went down on your knees as you brought your face close to the pool, hoping you would be able to see him again. Maybe if you made some high-pitched noises as well, he would come back.

However, you didn’t have to, as not more than a meter away from you, peaking out of the surface were two round red eyes. They looked at you with interest at your presence. You looked at him in surprise to find him back. He tilted his head as he swam closer to you, slowly. You stared right back at him. He stuck his whole head out the water, allowing you to see the gills that were still open underneath the water. He smiled broadly up at you. Even though his smile was lined with sharp teeth that could no doubt cut you with little to no effort, his smile was beautiful. Real and almost as bright as the sun.

“A human. A real human.” He whispered in surprise and excitement. “It has been ages since I’ve talked to one of you guys again. I can’t believe it. I-” You watched as the merman talked to you, but you didn’t understand a word he was saying. It all came out in sharp trills, growls and other noises you couldn’t understand. He seemed really invested in what he was saying to you. You didn’t want to interrupt him but you really wished you knew what he was talking about. “And this is so-” He noticed your expression and his expression dropped. A smile left his face as he stared at you with his mouth in a thin line. He pointed a finger to himself. “You don’t understand me, do you?” He asked. Considering you didn’t answer him back, just staring at him, he took that as a yes. He sighed with a shake of his head.

As fast as lightning, before you could even realise what was going on, he grabbed your head between his hands and pulled your face to meet his. Your eyes widened at the kiss. His eyes closed as he used his tail to reach your height out of the water easily and kiss you. He was rather warm for a fish. His hands were wet but they weren’t slimy like you expected. Before you could even freak out that you were kissing a merman, he sunk back into the water, letting go of you.

“Sorry about that.” You heard him say in your language. Your eyes widened in surprise that he was speaking to you and you could understand him. His voice was much lower and really suited him. It was rather beautiful just like the rest of him. “I forgot you don’t speak Mer.” He spoke truthfully as he scratched the back of his head, in embarrassment with a short giggle. You found him cute. He placed one webbed hand onto his broad chest. “I am Eijiro, of the Kirishima clan.” He introduced with a bow of his head.

“Uh...” You forgot your name. You placed your hand on your chest and followed his actions. “I am Y/N of the... the L/N clan?” You sounded rather unsure whether you were saying that right, but considering his face lit up, you probably did. “Are you a mermaid?”  You asked.

His face scrunched up at the question. “A mermaid! Do I look like a femme to you?” He asked clearly offended by your question. He folded his large strong arms over his chest with a glare.

Your eyes trailed the part of his body that you could see. He had round rather feminine eyes with thick lashes and blinked in a slow way that reminded you of that of a siren effect. He had long thick red hair that pooled around him in the water that suited him perfectly and even his cut-out features seemed soft in some places. His chest was large and broad, thick pecs on his chest with a body covered in muscle but since he seemed rather relaxed, he had a rather soft effect to him. He had a smaller waist though, that made him have a sort of hourglass figure. Honestly, whatever gender he was, he screamed gender envy to you.

You leaned back with your arms up in surrender. He let out a grunt with a huff, happy that you took back your statement wordlessly. He pointed a finger to his chest. “I’m a mershark. A masc Mershark.” He informed you, puffing up his chest a bit more in pride.

That’s when you truly took notice of how big his body was. He was huge, even though he was making himself seem smaller. His broad body was no doubt bigger than yours and if he was out the water, he would no doubt probably be twice your size. He had cute little finned out ears that moved every now and then. You tilted your head as you poked his nose. Kirishima looked down at his nose and twitched it and frowned as he felt his head become a bit lightheaded at the tap. He had a real sensitive nose. He then smiled again and looked back up at you.

“What do you use your nose for?” You asked him.

“To smell!” He grinned up at you. “I breathe through my gills in water, so I only really use my nose for smelling things.” At that last point you heard him sniff. Kirishima moved closer to you as his eyes trained on you in interest. “You... you smell...” He sniffed again, following his nose to the end of the pool.

He was trying to find the scent that followed you. He finally took notice of how you smelled and he wanted to know more. However the pool only went so far. He put his hands on the edge of the pool and with no issue whatsoever, he pushed himself up. Your eyes widened at his large build up close. His large muscle stacked arms, held him above water. Water dripped down his muscles and thick skin as he leaned over down to you. You looked up at him with a heated face as it finally realised that you were faced to face with a predator that could easily take control over you. He sniffed closer to you. At any moment, you got ready to punch him in the nose, just like you would a shark.

He stopped for a moment. “You smell nice. Really nice. What is it?” He asked as he tried to sniff over your body, trying to find the origin. You fell back on your butt trying to put space between him and you as he sniffed you inquisitively. He bent down to sniff at your chest and then down your stomach until he got freakishly close between your legs.

“Oi!” You pushed his face away with your foot. Easily disorientating the mershark. “That’s not nice!” You scold him. You pointed a finger at him in disappointment. You watched as his ears fanned down almost like puppy ears and his pupils went big. He let out a whine as he frowned. It was a cute sound, almost like a sad puppy. “You don’t go around sniffing people d-down... down there.” You frowned, trying to block of your embrassed expression.

Kirishima looked down as he took in what you were saying. “Hm... but that’s how we make friends and introduce ourselves to potential mates.” He told you honestly.

“Well when we want to make friends or... or meet someone, we talk to them, Eijiro. We talk.” You emphasised. “Like how I am talking to you.”

His eyebrows furrowed as he thought over what you said. “So... are we friends?”

You hesitated and shrugged. “If you want to be friends.”

Kirishima’s face lit up as he nodded his head furiously.

That’s how you became friends with your redheaded mershark fellow. With him, you could barely keep track of time, because the hours would just slip by. He was such a sweetheart and really just cared for all of those in his pod and all around him. For a mershark, he really wasn’t vicious or blood thirsty at all. Maybe it scared you at first, how easily his eyes would home in on the fish you would bring for him to snack on, but you soon got used to it. He was funny and great at story telling.

He would tell you stories of when he was just a seapup and would navigate the oceans on his own. Apparently, some mersharks were a lot like regular sharks, lacked the necessary paternal instincts to raise their kin. So once mershark pups would learn to swim and grew in their sharp talons and teeth, they were left on their own. It made you cry when you first heard about it. At first, Kirishima was very confused as to why water was coming out of your eyes, but then he saw it as a sign of sadness. He apologised for making you sad, but you tried telling him that it wasn’t him necessarily making you sad. To make you feel better, he told you about how he had met his aunt and her mate and were raised by them.

“Most sharks are real nice.” He told you as you sat with you feet in the water with him floating on his back, his hands resting on his abdomen. “They really just mind their own business unless their hungry. Mersharks are nice too, but we’re a bit more aggressive.”

“How come?” You asked as you raised your eyebrow at that.

Kirishima hesitated as he thought of an answer to that. “Uh…  It’s hard to explain.” He told you. He sighed as he sunk a bit lower, swimming back to float vertically. He swam closer to you, placing his arms on the edge of the pool, and resting his head on them. “Everyone sees us as predators so we aren’t often received well. It causes some tension and natural bitterness towards others because of it.” He explained to you.

You nodded your head understanding why mersharks might behave in such a way. “Ah…  I see.” You looked down at Kirishima who was looking up at you with wide red eyes. You smiled down at him, placing your hand on his head. You moved your hand to behind his ear to scratch there. “Well, you’re nice Eijiro.” You informed him. This earned you a cute purr like rumble and smile as he leaned into your hand almost like a cat.

He also told you many tales of his adventures and mishaps with, what sounded like a very violent friend, named Katsuki of the Bakugou clan. He was apparently a very pretty but also rather angry merman. A prince apparently. He was the son of the chief of the pod and took his job rather seriously. Kirishima had expressed how he wanted you to meet Bakugou, but the merman was very sceptical of humans, so Kirishima would have to butter him up first.

His pod lived in the area (underwater of course) and hunted in the waters around. The fisherman usually stuck to one side of the coast so they were able to hunt on the other side without harm. They did however hate it when the big ships came by with their large propellers and big nets catching and scaring away all the fish. That was never fun for them. They also didn’t like all the pollution and how the seas were getting warmer. However Kirishima said they were adapting alright, so they should be okay. Besides, the town was rather eco-friendly, so they didn’t have to worry much here.

He told you all about the members of his pod like his best friends Bakugou, Mina Ashido, Hanta Sero, Kaminari Denki and Kyouka Jirou. He also told you more about his aunts, Yua and Takea, that he absolutely adored and loved with all his heart because they took him in. He told you about all the fun traditions the pod had and whenever they migrated to deeper waters for events.

He also told you about how his one friend Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu, another mershark, had recently just got paired with a mermaid named Istuka Kendo. Apparently being paired was like getting married, but the way he made it sound, made it much more interesting. There was apparently so much food collected for the occasion, then there was some ceremony where they marked each other's shoulders (apparently tapping your nose on someone’s shoulder was a very intimate thing), then there were celebratory games. He had so much to his people and his life that he wanted to tell you, but he also wanted to learn about you.

Like how come humans had little fingers on their feet (toes) and what they were for. Why did you all have short nails and rather blunt teeth. You all seemed really bad at hunting by yourselves. Also why you all liked making so much noise. Why did you give each other rocks when you love each other? Were you coping penguins? Also why do you guys take all the penguins? Why didn’t you guys have gills on your necks? How do you know when a year has passed? Why did you treat your females so differently from your males? Why do you sometimes have more than one mate in a life time? Is it because you have so many choices?

He was really confused with how humans worked an with every one of his questions, you grew more confused in human kind as well.

Over the next few weeks, almost every single day of yours was spent with Kirishima, hidden away in your cave with the giant mershark. Plus, everything was so eased between the two of you, you didn’t think much about your next meeting with him.

“Are you sure this is okay, Eijiro?” You asked him as you sat beside him.

Kirishima lay back in the sand with most of his lower tail in the water for comfort. He nodded his head in affirmation as he tried to stay comfortable. He had his elbows supporting him as he leaned up slightly to keep his eyes on you. “I don’t mind. We’re learning about each other. I think it’s fine.”

You glanced between him and his body. He was indeed as big as you thought he was. If you lay down next to him, you probably would equally to half his height. You carefully brought your finger up to tap his nose. You watched Kirishima’s eyes dilate before he let out an annoyed groan and covered his nose away from you. You giggled at his reaction. He hated whenever you gave his nose any sort of attention. He glared at you but you just giggled. With that out of the way, you looked at the now closed gills on his neck. You leaned closer to them, you tapped one. For a moment nothing happened. You hummed, noting that they stayed closed above water.

Continuing your inspection of him your eyes wondered down to his skin. He seemed to have thicker skin than you, even on his supposed human half. On his arms, you admired the muscles that made them up, watching his large and tough hands with sharp talons for nails. Considering he was a predator, it made sense to you for him to have them. You continued down to his waist area, where tanned skin melded into his great white lower half. You put a hand there trying to feel if there was much of a visible difference. Only slightly.

You turned to him inquisitively. “Does this hurt when I touch it?” You asked.

Kirishima shook his head. “No. Feels normal to me.”

You hummed at his answer, really interested in his anatomy right now. You decided to leave him be and go down to his thick grey tail. You noticed that sharks weren’t smooth like dolphins. They appeared that way but they had small tooth-like scales for skin. You admired how his underbelly was white while the rest of him was more of a dark grey. He seemed to also have more fins than a regular shark. However, you couldn’t get far because you noticed something.

A slit.

You turned your head to the side. It was small, in line with the centre of him and rather hidden away. You had never noticed it before. You wondered what it was for. You raised a finger to touch it.

“I wouldn’t do that if I was you.” Kirishima warned you with a slightly worried expression. He seemed really worried about whatever the slit was and you interacting with it. “It’s getting real close to that time of year and I don’t think you’ll get the reaction you want out of it.”

You glanced between his face and the slit. You then turned to him blank faced. “You’re a femme aren’t you?” You asked him.

Kirishima’s face fell at your question only making you giggle. “For the last time, I’m not a mermaid nor a femme.” He arched his back slightly, raising his lower waist area where your attention was. “If you really want to know, check for yourself.” He raised his hands, almost trying to say that he tried to warn you.

Deciding to go against the loud sirens going off in your head, you decided to touch his slit. At first nothing happened, however you did notice that the area around it was rather soft. You stuck your finger through it, making Kirishima take a sharp inhale at the breach. His face was flushed pink slightly as he looked away from you embarrassed. You removed your finger, noticing a sort of slick like substance leave the slit. You looked at your hands and then down at the slit and then back at him. You were literally about to accuse him of lying to you when you now noticing something peeking out from the slit. You tilted your head in surprise at the sudden appearance of something. You tapped it a few times. It was soft. Smooth but it seemed to be getting harder. It looked eerily like something you had. Before you could comment you then noticed that it was growing.

Rapidly growing.

Until you found yourself face to face with what you could only think of calling, a dick. Actually there were two of them. You tilted your head in wonder at the both of them. You touched one of them making him twitch. You heard Kirishima whine at that. You turned up to look at him. His face flushed as he bit down on his bottom lip, his hands balling up the sand underneath him so that he couldn’t lose control and possibly hurt you. You returned your attention back to his twin cocks. You wrapped your warm hands around the base of them, your fingers couldn’t even touch. It was coated in that slick like substance you notice earlier. You moved your hand up and down and then you noticed from the end of it, a white substance, trickled down in a drop.

Kirishima let out a soft groan. “If... if you... I don’t want to hurt you. It’s close to mating season and I really don’t want to harm you.” He let out worried for your safety.

“Do I... do I just put it… them… back?” You asked.

“Uh no...” He let out nervously with a chuckle. “They sorta just goes back on their own after a while. Just ignore them.”

“Well it’s kinda hard to ignore when your cocks are out, Eijiro.”

Kirishima furrowed his eyebrows and tilted his head. “I don’t know what a ‘cock’ is, b-but...” Kirishima closed his eyes briefly as he relaxed for a moment. You hadn’t stopped your touching or prodding on him. He let out a soft moan, trying to remember what he was saying before getting lost in the pleasure that he scarcely felt outside of mating season. “I... I don’t think I have that. Those...” He pointed down to what you were still holding in your hand. “Those are tendrils.”

“Why do you need two of them?” You asked shocked. He shrugged as an answer to your question. You looked between him and his coc-... tendrils? Yah you weren’t calling them that. You sighed feeling ass though you had put yourself into quite the situation that you didn’t know how to get out of. Well, at least you could cross off giving a hand job to a merman off your list. “Seems like we need to put them away then.”

“H-How…” Kirishima looked at you hesitantly. “How are you going to do th- Fuck!” He moaned out as you licked the heads of his cocks. You moved your head back shocked that he didn’t taste as salty as you thought. You hummed as you brought your mouth to the head of one while you moved your hand up and down the other. Kirishima whimpered at the feeling of your hot mouth on his cocks. He didn’t understand why you had put your mouth there, no one was supposed to do that, but at the same time, it felt so good that he didn’t want to tell you to stop. “Oh... oh fuck. That’s... that’s good.” He expressed to you, his eyes closed as he tried to control himself and not grab onto you and probably fuck your face.

You tried to focus on dragging your tongue around his sensitive length. He was pretty vocal but tried to hide it by biting down on his bottom lip and partially covering his mouth with his hand. The sounds he released went straight to your sex, only encouraging you more and more. You continued to move your hand up and down his other cock, using the precum that dribbled out of it to make gliding your hand easier.

He wiggled and writhed in your grasp. Kirishima tried so hard not to hurt you. He really didn’t want to hurt you, but you were making it so hard for him to push his instincts back. You were making it so hard not to just grab you and rut against you as if he had no other goal in life. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry but...” Kirishima apologised profusely as he brought his hands down to the back of your head. “I’m so sorry but I need your mouth.” He apologised as he forced you down around his cock till he was hitting the back of your throat. He bit down on his bottom lip, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy. He groaned out loudly as he held you down. Tears sprung in your eyes as you chocked against his cock, you tightened your hand around the other as you braced yourself against his tail. Remembering that you couldn’t breathe, Kirishima pulled you off his cock for a second.

You gasped, saliva dribbling out of your mouth. “Holy-” You didn’t even get to finish your two word sentence as you mouth was forced back onto his cock, your warm cavern providing shelter for the normally cold blooded mer underneath you. Kirishima whimered at the feeling as you swallowed around him, trying to take him in deeper.

“Oh my All Might’s seas.... fuck... I’m gonna cum. I’m... I- I'm so sorry but you’re just so...” Kirishima groaned as you held you down for a few seconds. That’s when you noticed the twitching of his cocks and the sudden explosion of cum in your mouth. Kirishima rolled his eyes back with a moan as he thrust into your mouth. You choked almost immediately at the overwhelming amount of it all in your mouth. You tried to swallow as much as you could but coughed, removing your head gasping for air.

You coughed at finally able to breathe. You sat back trying to finally get air back to your lungs. Unlucky for you, Kirishima was far from finished. Suddenly you found yourself on your back. You coughed as you looked down at the huge mershark that now had you pinned to the sandy floor of the cave you were in. “E-Eijiro... Wha...” You tried to cough out, but everything you were saying was met with a silent mershark on a mission. His pupils huge as he was trained on your body underneath him.

He spread your legs easily, pulling at your short and easily tearing through them with his claws. You gasped at the violent action as he found himself finally face to face with your sex. He stopped for a moment, taking notice of how different it was from femme mers. He moved slightly back, settling between your legs as he watched your sex. It was already glistening with slick which he knew as a good thing. He sniffed again, affirming that he was right. The nice smell was coming from you. Inside you most probably.

Maybe you humans also got affected by pheromones too. He sure hoped so.

Kirishima’s mouth got closer and closer to your sex. “Uh... Eij...” His eyes flicked up to you. You looked embarrassed as you looked down at him. You squirmed under his heated gaze. “Be careful with the teeth.” It was then that he remembered he couldn’t just, quite literally, eat you.

He nodded and without another word, he licked up your slit making you tense. His hands easily gripped your thighs as to hold them in place to allow him to access you without hindrance. Kirishima groaned as he moved back, his eyes practically black as his pupils took most of his eyes. He seemed to find his new favourite place. Deciding to dive back in, he licked and sucked at your sex making you whimper and squirm.

For a man who was half fish, he seemed to be really excited about this. Really excited, because it felt as though you couldn’t catch a break with him. You whimpered as your thighs tensed around him. Kirishima flicked his tongue up by your clit. You thrusted down against his face on instinct and he stopped for a moment. You had let out a moan that was louder than the rest. So clearly that was a sensitive spot. Focusing on the nub that was starting to harden and make itself known, Kirishima gripped you harder as he sucked against you.

Your hands balled up the sand as you moaned, grinding down against his face. You were too caught in ecstasy to care about much else. You moved one hand to bury itself in his red locks of hair. You pulled him closer to your sex, wanting him- no... needing him closer. You whined and cried out as he continued his onslaught against you. Lapping and drinking you up as if he was a man starved, as if there was no greater thing in life than to serve you and give you pleasure.

Kirishima wiggled squirmed in the sand, already lost in your pleasure alongside you. “O-oh. Oh fuck, Eijiro.” You whimpered as you felt the coil in your stomach tighten as your thighs started to tremble. You felt your heartbeat increase as you knew you were going to fall off the cliff of pleasure, hard and fast. “Shit! Shit. Eijiro I-” You tensed for a moment, before rolling your eyes back and moaning loudly. “Fuck!” He didn’t stop as he continued to suck on your clit and lick up your slit, prodding at your hole in alternating movements. You were tense as you came hard against his mouth. You finally relaxed down against the sand, your breathing heavy and your eyes closed in relief.

However, Kirishima didn’t get the hint. He continued lapping you up, not letting a drop of your slick escape his tongue as he viciously continued to eat you out. You whimpered at the overstimulation as you started to quiver in his hold. Your whimpers sounded like music to his ears as he continued to lick and lap at you.

Then Kirishima heard a chirp. He stopped for a moment and turned his head away from you to look at the pool behind him.

Staring with judgement was another set of red crimson eyes. They glared for a moment, looking at you and then at Kirishima. The mysterious mer had blond hair that fell down with the water. Kirishima perked up at the familiar face. He smiled broadly, slick and cum dripping from his chin and face as he looked over at his friend. He then glanced at your still heavily breathing state, with your legs spread wide for the blond’s eyes to also see. “Look Y/N, it’s Katsuki!” He told you, but you weren’t really listening as you tried to finally relax and catch your breath.

Kirishima pulled his body over to the water closer to the blond. The blond lifted the rest of his head out of the water, orange finned ears moving down as he hissed at Kirishima almost scolding him. Kirishima seemed unbothered with the hostility as he chirped over at Bakugou.

“Shitty hair, what the fuck are you doing?” Bakugou asked glancing between you and the redhead mershark. “Eating a human! You know how much serious trouble you can get into for doing that!” He reminded Kirishima. Eating humans was forbidden now, due to how advanced and determined humans were when one of them died. “It could put the whole pod at risk.”

“Come on, Katsuki. I’m not eating them! I’m just licking and tasting. Don’t you want a taste too!” He asked with a whine as he moved closer to the blond.

Bakugou’s eyebrows bunched up in confusion as he looked at the redhead with judging eyes. “Taste of wh-” He was interrupted as Kirishima’s lips were on his.

Now that caught your attention. You moved your head up to find the two mers sharing a kiss. Kirishima was first to move back, happily glad about what he had done. He had a grin on his face as he looked at the blond mer. Bakugou licked his lips, tasting you on his mouth. He didn’t say anything. You watched as the blond mers’ pupils went wide as he turned his eyes to you. Specifically, to your sex that he could still see easily. You knew that predatorily gaze.

You tensed.

Fuck.

Now there were two of them.

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Pairing : Seunghan x Gn! Reader

Genre : Idol au, Angst

Song : Happier than ever ( rock version) by Billie Eilish

TW: Depression, cyber bullying, idol life , suide

A/N : This is a very sensitive fic, I wrote this because all that's happening with Seunghan is absolutely not fair, not only him but other idols also suffer. We need to realise they are also human and it's their first time living too.

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The car horns were blaring, the wind forcing the boy to keep his eyes open. Standing on top of the roof edge, his eyes blurred, with tears or with regret, he could not tell. He may have made mistakes in the past, but he wondered how much he could take before he could give up.

His ideal dream of debuting in an idol group, discovering the wonders of the world while touring and singing his lungs out had been reduced to an hope which was being extinguished by some jealous friends of his on the Internet. Seunghan debuted as a member of RIIZE, a group under the biggest entertainment in South Korea, fame finding them before they could even step out of the basement.

It scared him, how he was not afraid to die, rather afraid of being wrong in front of some users on the internet.

The life he sacrificed everything for, snatched away because he had a few moments of joy, but now he was fighting for the courage to live than kill himself. He felt broken, like that last piece in a puzzle that was not fitting. He was only human, 'it was your fault' ringing inside his head. He brought disgrace to his group, he brought disgrace to his family, all would be gone if he took a step. One step to his freedom, one step to his new life, one step to happiness.

"Does it ever stop hurting?"

Seunghan turned around and saw a person's shadow, but the tears flowing made it difficult to make out who it was.

"Of course it does, once the blood seeps out." His voice quavered.

"Go ahead and leave then, everyone does."

"They hated me in life, maybe they could love in death."

"It's worth giving a try to relive."

"Reliving where I don't have to starve myself to sing, carve my name in trophies to redeem myself."

"You failed in living, what makes you think you will succeed in dying."

"I kept running behind success, let this fall make it run after me."

Seunghan could feel a smile creep on his face, the feel of ending it all making the adrenaline rush in his body, the same adrenaline feeling he got before his first ever debut stage. Oh, but look at irony, a smile starting the movie, an even bigger smile to finish the movie. A movie well criticised by those who could never feel the making of it.

"If all you had to do was run, you should have joined a marathon team."

"At least there I would run towards my goal and not away from it."

The person took a few steps forward, hands in pocket due to the cold wind blowing, Seunghan just staring at the person in front of him.

"Is this you speaking or the adrenaline in you speaking because you are standing on the edge?"

Seunghan scoffed at the question, he was considering taking his life right here and this person was taking it as a joke,

"Of course it's me, I won't be standing here because of a dare."

"Well, then I dare you, come down the edge and say you want to jump off, look me in the eyes and say you want to jump off."

"I can say all that from right here."

"I know you can, but just come down once."

"Once you reach the top, it's difficult to come down"

"Then don't look down, look at me, I am here for you."

"I am glad, but it's a little late to be here for me."

Talking made it all the tougher for Seunghan to clear his mind. With a last glance at the person in front of him, he turned facing the city lights and said with confidence,

"Why would I come down when right now I feel the happiest man on top of the world?"

With that he took the step, deaf to the screams of the person behind him, deaf to the car horns blaring, deaf to the screams of his fans on debut, deaf to affections of his parents, deaf to the laughter of his members,

deaf to the little voice in his brain saying "one more chance was all that was needed."

[zeldathusiast]

I'm currently listening to "The Underworld" from EPIC and haha oopsie I made it LU related. buckle up because this one HURTS. best read while listening to the song >:D

Warriors' face is hardened as he gives his orders, the boat creaking beneath the Chain- what's left of it- as they enter the Underworld.

"Alright. Malanya's instructions were clear. No matter what we hear..." he shoots a look at Legend, "... Full speed ahead, until we find the Spirit." He takes a deep breath. "This land confuses your mind. No matter who we find..."

The entire Chain winces at the reminder of the member they'd lost, then repeat Warriors' earlier words. "... Full speed ahead, until we find the Spirit."

"Good."

The boat creaks dangerously and the wind howls as long-forgotten souls grasp at the ship's sides. Warriors sees every solider, every friend he'd lost in the war, still in battle formation as though they cannot conceive that their duty is done. Here in the underworld, the past seems so close behind. 558 men who died under his own command. They cry his name, some angry, some desperately sad.

"CAPTAIN! CAPTAIN! CAPTAIN! WHY WOULD YOU LET THE SORCERESS LIVE WHEN RUTHLESSNESS IS MERCY!?"

And then, terribly, the entire chain hears a young voice that's so horribly familiar.

"This life is amazing, when you greet it with open arms!"

Wind.

"Whatever we face, we'll be fine if we're leading from the heart."

Someone is crying. Maybe everyone is. The visage of their youngest stands atop a nearby rock, smile as wide as ever, wind waker in hand as he speaks.

"No matter the place, we can light up the world, here's how to start: greet the world with open arms, greet the world with open arms!"

The boy's spirit blows away in the wind. There's sobbing from even the most stoic of them, but there's hardly a moment to breathe before another figure appears, one only their Smith is familiar with.

"Waiting..."

Four sobs, a broken "no" escaping his lips.

"Waiting..."

Four dares to look up, tears gathering in his eyes. "... Grandpa?"

"Waiting... little one when you come home, I'll be waiting. Even if you're the last thing I see, I'll be waiting..."

Four shoots to his feet, nearly tumbling over the side of the boat in his rush. "I'm right here, Grandpa! Can't you see?"

His Grandpa, still sharpening one of Four's favorite daggers, doesn't answer.

Four wails, sinking to his knees. "...I took too long."

His Grandpa continues, speaking to no one. "I'll always love you..."

Four only sobs. "I ventured too far."

"Waiting... waiting... waiting..." his Grandpa whispers, and silently, with a last swipe of the whetstone, he disappears into the breeze.

Four's voice cracks, barely above a whisper. "... Bye, Grandpa."

The boat creaks loudly again as it continues onward, and everything is silent except for a faint song on the wind that makes Legend cover his ears as though trying to forget who's singing it.

Finally, the home of the Spirit they seek appears on the water's horizon.

There is nothing to do but continue.

Full speed ahead.

[romeoandjulietyouwish]

anyway I adore Kingsley so have a character study I guess <3

Kingsley bounds to the front of the ship, looking out at the water with childlike glee. Childlike is right, he’s technically not even three months old. Sometimes he feels older, sometimes he really does feel like the child the others seem to think he is.

Everything is still so fascinating and new but also familiar. The ship isn’t familiar, neither is the water, but the people are. Jester and Fjord. It feels as though he should know them but he doesn’t.

Every so often he gets a flash of a memory, Jester smiling up at him, whispering to him in Infernal. Or Fjord bisecting some kind of creature with a sword.

He doesn’t tell them as much, doesn’t want them to get their hopes up that whoever inhabited this body before him is returning. He’s not that person anymore, either of them, and it’s taking them all some adjusting.

Kingsley takes a big breath of salty air as the wind blows his coat back, certain with every bone in his body, that he's never done this before.

They tell him he used to read fortunes. And apparently they’re right. His hands know the worn deck of tarot cards Jester hands him. He knows how to get the card he wants to the top and how to trick his customer into thinking he’s genuine. Kingsley hates it. It’s not him. It’s something else, someone else in his head bleeding through.

So he gives the tarot cards back to Jester. The next time they make port he purchases a worn book on palm reading. He reads through it in one night, burning a candle down to the stand. And the next day he spends hours just staring at his palm. 

His life line is frayed, splitting off into three lines. He traces a nail through them, wondering which one is his. Wondering if it even matters.

His heartline is the deepest one. It means you love deeply and completely, the book had said. And that’s the one he’s become fixated on. How can his hand know more about him than he does? It doesn’t make any sense and yet at the same time it makes the most sense of it all. This hasn’t always been his body. Maybe the line was meant for someone else. Lucien? Mollymauk? 

Sometimes when he lies in his hammock below decks, he’ll trace that line over and over again, hoping beyond anything that it belongs to him.

The nightmares are the worst part. More often than not in the early months, he wakes up screaming names he barely knows, looking at faces he doesn’t remember. He dreams of a city made of roiling flesh. He dreams of a snowy road and a sharp blade. He dreams of a figure in red staring down at him. He dreams of dirt and ash and books and eyes. So many eyes. 

Nothing but fucking eyes.

Jester is always there to comfort him. She’s good at that. She’ll hold him in her arms, let him cry and babble on and on about his dreams, switching mindlessly between Common and Infernal. She doesn’t judge. She doesn’t tell anyone.

She’ll braid his hair and sing a song her mother wrote her. Kingsley doesn’t know his mother. He doubts he ever will. And it eats at him far more than he would ever let on. Jester never sees his thumb digging into his life line almost hard enough to cut the skin.

Unlike the others, Caduceus has no expectations of him. He is a welcome friend, despite their many differences. It's Caduceus that Kingsley talks to when he can no longer stand the thought of staring at his palm, wondering what it all means.

Caduceus takes his hand, gentle as ever, and turns his hand over so Kingsley can no longer see the lines. He taps his thumb against the scar on the back of Kingsley's hand, asks him how he got it.

Kingsley is prepared to say he doesn't know, that it's a relic from Molly or Lucien. But then he takes a better look at it and smiles, telling Caduceus that it's from when Fjord tried to teach him to cook and a huge wave rocked the ship making him cut himself.

And in that instant, Kingsley understands the point Caduceus is trying to make. It doesn't matter who came before him, it doesn't matter which lines are his, because at the end of the day it's his body now. Every day he's figuring out who he is, he's adopting mannerisms, he's learning. And he's growing.

And that has to be enough.

[dixonsstinkysock]

‘ONGOKX

PROLOGUE

“can i get a kiss?”

“and can you make it last forever?”

“i said im bout’ to go to war.”

“and i dont know if imma see you again.”

pairing: Platonic Spider Socorro (#1 spider defender)

word count: roughly 600

Plot: spiders na’vi “mother” attempts to save her son but instead gets captured with him. during the time of them both being in captivity they both develop deep relationships with the recoms 😩 amazing plot (mostly follows movie storyline js added mother!reader into it )

Notes: This is my first ever story so I’m kinda nervous 😬 dont be mean, thank you goodbye💪‼️

PANDORA FOREST

The sound of soft singing could be heard from a small stream in Pandora’s forest. The stream was surrounded by rocks and boulders, clusters of lively, deep-colored vegetation.

In the stream, A Mother would be seen with her son. Her Human son. There were no words being sung, only syllables. As her long blue fingers clean the boy’s blonde dreads, memories seemed to bleed into her mind. Sweet, Old memories of when her son was just a prrnen ('pr.nen-baby).

Enter Memory

Beautiful Chestnut eyes peered into her gold ones. The young human boy has ran into one of the female Omaticaya warriors, while out with the Oloeyktan, Jake Sully, and his children. He seems to be a bit lost and tells the women he needs help getting back to his friends. The Warrior agrees to help, and scoops him up on her back.

On the way to his destination, the woman seemes to be fond of the human boy. She learns his name and they finally say their goodbyes and go their separate ways. Except everyday after that, He finds himself in her company more than he is with the Oloeyktan’s children.

End Memory

“Sa’nu?..” … “sa'nok." The grown boy’s voice finally reaches his mother ears. “Yes, maitan?” you respond. “Are you almost finished? I am supposed to go and see Lo’ak soon.” he spoke.

“Yes I am done, Let’s go. Its almost eclipse and I need to speak with Jake Sully..” His mother gathers the soaps for bathing and starts their way back to High Camp.

HIGH CAMP

The five kids could hear the hushed voices of their parents. By the tone in their voices they could tell something was wrong. In the Oloeyktan’s tent, You and Neytiri were having a little dispute about you not joining the war parties because of your overprotectiveness with your son.

Neytiri is past frustrated and isn’t thinking about the words that are coming out of her mouth. “He does not belong here, he should be with his own kind. On his planet.” she states. “He is stopping you from your duties-“ “ He is more important than my duties .“ Neytiri does not take it kindly when you interrupt her, she hisses at you. “I do not appreciate you belittling him- belittling me.” A lenghty pause was taken. “That ‘tawtute’ you degrade, is my son. I will not stand by and let you continue to shame him.”

Jake sees this argument can only get worse by your body language,so he steps in. “Alright, lets calm down and go back to our original issue..” he looks at you. “We need you out there ___… they are only getting stronger and smarter. Now we need all hands on deck. Please.” You take his ask into consideration. These war parties are the only thing protecting your home. Miles’ home. Your family’s home. “I will join you Oloeyktan Jake.”

SCOUTING

Flying on your ikran, seeing all the beautiful moutains and forests, having the wind blow against you will never get old. Scouting with Jake Sully, Neytiri and their first-born Neteyam was going exceptional. Until a distress call from Jake’s second-born comes through.

“Devil dog this is Eagle eye, over”

“Eagle eye send your traffic”

“I’ve got eyes on some guys…they look like avatars but, they’re in full camo and carrying ARs. Theres six of them. Over.”

“What’s your pos? Over”

You scanned Jake’s face for any sign of discomfort.

“Um.. We’re at the old shack.”

“Who’s we?”

Jake was uneasy.., who did Lo’ak rope into this mess with him?

Posted : April 6th, 2023

Na’vi Definitions:

Sa’nu: Mommy, Mom

Sa’nok: Mother

Maitan: My son

Tawtute: Human, Skyperson

[fancifulflora]

“ when you love something, you protect it. ” for mass effect please! Any character is fine ^^

You've opened the floodgates for this one- there are so many opinions I didn't know what to settle on. A little bit of Legion never hurt anyone though.

A small hiss of pain escapes Commander Shepard as a vibrant flash of red slices across their shoulder. The wound was minor on its own, something that the reinstated Spectre could have walked off if not for the many other hits that they took battling their way up to the ground station.

"We need medigel here!" Liara called out, the dread and worry in her eyes a rock sinking to the bottom of the Commander's stomach.

They were probably low on supplies as is.

If they even had any left.

But they worked with whatever they had- scrounging scraps of medigel amongst the team, the Shadow Broker provided some first aid to Shepard while Legion and Garrus gave the two much-needed cover fire.

It'd buy them time, though not nearly enough for them to catch their breaths.

"C'mon! This way!" Garrus yelled, helping the Commander up onto their feet before the squad ran for the makeshift cover-up ahead.

"The jammer is just up ahead," Dr. T'soni reminded the group- most likely a haphazard attempt at bringing up the morale- to remind everyone that the target was near, but one that worked well enough considering the circumstances.

A shot, then the sound of a hard thud as another collector behind them dropped to the ground.

"Affirmative," Legion popped the heat sink on their rifle, optic keeping on the path behind them clear as the team approached the summit of the cliffs.

They were never the talkative type, but the attempt at a response was reassuring to the doctor- and to the Commander as well.

They'd make out of this planet, easy.

All they needed to do was strap the explosives on the towers and blow the place to kingdom come. That, and dealing with the small army of collectors swarming their backside all the way back to the rendevous point in the clearing below.

Like they said.

Easy.

Having clawed their way past the last units of resistance up ahead, Shepard pulled out a pack of explosives and tossed it to Legion- deciding it best to let the AI set up the charges while Liara and Garrus held back what forces they could.

Not five minutes later the Geth unit returned, taking down one or two of the husks with their sniper as a silent way of announcing their presence.

Just how many were left? Twenty? Thirty? In the haze of battle, it was a little hard to tell. A blur really.

"Shepard Commander, alternating position advised."

Agreed. They needed to get out of there, and fast.

"Cover us," The orders were swift, smooth off the tongue from years of experience in the field. "Liara, go! Clear the way forward." A short word of acknowledgment, the Shadowbroker nodding as she lead the way forward- pistol held high.

The journey down was easier- having to only worry about one side of the battle certainly had that effect.

Then there was a sharp flash of light- the familiar, hostile heat of a shot barreling past the Commander, past the Geth behind them.

And right into the jammer.

Run.

They grabbed Legion's arm, yanking them forward and towards the others further down the hill.

They needed to-

BOOM.

The sudden explosion rang through the Commander's ears, shockwaves sending them and their crew tumbling. There was a singing in the air, something whistling in the wind.

Move. Now- their body screamed at them- begged them, Shepard sucking in a breath of air knew they had little choice but to oblige their instinct for survival. Now wasn't the time to lose focus.

Getting onto their feet and off of Legion, Shepard turned- weapon drawn to the noise.

Then that all too familiar sear came at them with a vengeance.

The world seemed to stand still as they dropped their rifle, the clattering dull to their ears.

A shaky hand moved to their shoulder, feeling something wet- something warm.

The smell of metal hung heavy in the air.

Blood, there was blood.

Shit.

Shrapnel?

Falling onto their knees, the world turned hazy-the Commander fighting against the pain, fighting against the shock. And failing miserably as the sounds of their comrades died upon their deaf ears.

Their presence- silhouettes fading from consciousness as quickly as they had appeared in the corner of Shepard's vision.

But that was hours ago, Commander Shepard was now safely on the Normandy and receiving proper treatment. They'd survive to live another day, maybe even be able to tell the tale of their mission like it was nothing- like it was just another day in the life of Commander Shepard.

Still, there was something the Geth unit couldn't comprehend, couldn't understand about humans. About the Commander.

"Damn, did you come to check on me too? I said I'm fine," Shepard laughed, the attempt at dry humor lost on the unit standing in the medical bay.

"Negative," Legion responded simply, their plates shifting as the mobile platform got out of the entryway and made its way to their leader's side. "We were informed of your condition."

Curious.

"Is this a social visit then?" A hint of surprise in Shepard's voice was understandable since most of the crew kept to their own corners of the Normandy. So seeing someone away from their post was odd enough, but Legion of all people?

A small shift of their face plates again, Legion shaking their head slightly after a brief pause to gather the consensus. "Negative, this unit wishes to make an inquiry."

"Oh?" A small smile, "Inquire away,"

"Inquiry. Shepard Commander pulled us before the explosion. Why?" It made no sense to the Geth unit, and it certainly didn't make sense to many others who barely-viewed Geth as sentient life much less a life worth saving in the middle of battle.

And on top of that, if one were to compare the physiology of a human and a Geth unit- one was better designed and better optimized to take impact damage.

It simply made no sense.

But the answer was simple according to Shepard Commander, the human wrapping a small hand around Legion's- their voice firm and filled with resolve.

"When you love something, you protect it. Simple as that."

Was it that simple though?

Legion's processors ran at the speed of light itself, more questions, and more inquiries bubbling around in their collective minds.

But they relented, letting go of Shepard's hand and lowering their head slightly.

"Answer... noted."

[dollarbin]

Shakey Sundays Lucky #13:

Peace Trail

We've been honoring the passing of Karl Wallinger, the guy behind the one man band World Party, all week in the Dollar Bin. On first blush Wallinger and Neil Young have little in common: Wallinger made white man pop music in the spirit of Prince and Lennon/McCartney; Neil Young has always made pop music in the spirit of Neil Young, and no one else.

And so the oddest and most bizare footnote I read about Wallinger this past week was that he was all set to open for Neil and Crazy Horse during the Weld tour in 1991 before World Party's record label cancelled the tour and ordered Karl back into the studio.

Wallinger was forever grumpy about it all; he never got such a chance again and he reasonably argued that it forever lost him the chance to make a new legion of US fans. I can get behind that statement: if my blissed-out next door neighbor had not been rocking World Party at the time I would not have known about the band at the point myself.

And when I saw Neil with the Horse that April for the very first time World Party was definitely not on stage. Nor were Sonic Youth, who famously opened many of that tour's shows. Rather I had to sit through a set from these losers:

Talk about posturing, muscle-bound charlatans. Yuck. Neil had a unique gift in that era for choosing terrible opening acts. Two years later I had to sit through Blind Melon sets two nights in a row.

I can't begin to tell you how disappointing this all is in retrospect. Truth be told, in April 1991 I was more into World Party (and Tom Petty) than Neil Young. Sure, I had Ragged Glory, but as I've written elsewhere, it was still kinda over my head.

But had I seen Karl preach Peace, Love and Prince on stage in 91 then seen Neil blow up the arena with Blowing in the Wind, complete with air raid sirens and Pancho's screaming, it would have been a top five musical experience of all time.

Plus, my famous brother wasn't there that night (he was 12 years old at that point and probably spent the night with a Great Brain novel, prepping for adolescence). Just imagine how wonderful it would be to have lorded World Party + Crazy Horse over him for the last 35 years. And, seeing as he's famous and about to drop his second Prairiewolf record and play a soon-to-be-sold-out gig in LA, I'm desperately short of things to lord over him.

Even my cat prefers my brother. Here she is this afternoon while his record was spinning.

Anyway, how would shared gigs between Neil and Karl have affected each of them? Always a student of the masters, Wallinger would have soaked everything up, surely. And then maybe he'd have gone and made a Shakey-style brilliant mess of a third record next instead of the somewhat precious Bang!

Meanwhile, Neil might not have even noticed World Party's presence. I remember standing outside his touring van two years later for a few hours before and after a show, hoping to shake his hand and say "dude, like, what's up Neil?" Nothing doing: he never emerged. So maybe he was too busy freaking out at whatever was on CNN in his van at the time to even notice that his stage was being desecrated by Social Distortion.

But, whether he recognizes it or not, Neil did come around, almost 30 years later, and lay down a great track in the supremely homemade-yet-layered style of World Party. Just take a listen to the song Wallinger would have likely opened with on that 91 tour, Is It Too Late.

Talk about a one man stoner band: the drum machine is programmed haplessly and it takes some time for the layers to build. But build they do. The singing is terrific; the guitars quickly shred; keyboards hold the middle and there's a clear message to be had: let's do something quick before we kill the planet.

Every one of those same descriptors can be applied to the title track of Neil Young's 2016 record Peace Trail. Sure, the stoner in Young's song is way older, and (amazingly for 21st Century Neil) he's more concerned about telling himself that it's not too late to make even more out of his life rather than preaching about the environment.

And yes, Neil's too old to follow Karl's lead and program a simple drum machine, and so he's hired the ubiquitous Jim Keltner to beat on things behind him.

But take a listen as Peace Trail assembles similar layers as Is It Too Late; hear equally gnarly guitars churn around the keyboards. Enjoy Neil vocal layering and soulful singing. Sure, he sounds 70 years old here; he is! But come on: clearly, it's not too late for you, me Karl and Neil to get on the Peace Trail:

(Wow, cool video. We've seen plenty of cinematic amateurism in Shakeyvision since we started this project back in December. But Neil clearly handed this one off to a professional.)

Anyway, can you dig the comparison between these two sweet, earnest, rough and masterful anthems? Let's add Peace Trail to the list of songs we hope Wallinger covered during his final years of yet-to-be-released studio work.

And meanwhile, to my ears Peace Trail is possibly Young's best song this century. Seriously. What compares with it? Walk Like a Giant? Okay, maybe. I Do from Colorado? Sure. And then there's those great two songs on Toast... Well, anyway, this song is freakin' great.

It'd be wonderful to report that the entire album is just as good. But, oh my good Billy Talbot, that's not the case.

No other track on the record carries any of the same ambition, drive or depth. Yes, Neil occasionally blasts his harmonica either through his big red effects board or through the muffler to his link-volt super sonic veggie burger powered Hummer. Yes, Show Me has a bit of swing. Yes, the rambling story within John Oaks makes it sounds like a Greendate outtake, if that's your thing. And, yes, one song is titled Terrorist Suicide Hang Gliders.

But beyond the title track, Peace Trail sounds like it was written and recorded on one of Neil's slightly below average weekends while Stephen Stills snored on the couch. Only one other song sounds like it required more than 15 minutes of Neil's time.

After all, it takes more than 15 minutes to program your new robot. I don't know what to say about the album's closer, My New Robot (Home Host-Bot), other than thank god for Neil Young. He's truly unique among all humans.

[vanillavanni]

“Unlikely Meeting”

//AkaHina//Platonically//

🐠🫧🌊🪸🐚

//Fluff!//First encounter!!//

Akaashi didn’t have any plans for tonight, so going out to sea wasn’t a bad idea. After all,He needs some time to himself.

He was a marine biologist now, Volleyball would’ve been a good career but the ocean is interesting to him. Hence why he has many pictures of marine life around his room!

Getting out of his car,He saw the sea. Nice and calming,just like the breeze. He walked onto the sand and walked towards the waters,He was gonna relax for sure.

The way the scenery looked while lit by the moonlight was so beautiful. Breeze blew through Akaashi’s short and dark hair,It was a relaxing moment.

Until there was suddenly some singing..?

It was like a dream,the soft voice singing,it did attract Akaashi and soon he found himself standing in the sea,the water all the way up his waistline.

Two brown eyes staring at him,The orange hair blowing in the wind while a sparkling fin glistened against the sea.

“Are you lost…?”

The voice sounded heavenly,almost as if the creature was sent from above. The way it looked was amusing,The upper body was body resembled a human boy while the lower body was adorned by a big fin.

The creature was sitting on a rock until it splashed into the water to get closer,Akaashi was still curious but a little nervous since he never saw anything like this.

The water seperated around the creature as it swam up to Akaashi,grabbing his legs and using them to push itself upwards

“You don’t look like one of us..who are you..?”

The creature talked with a hint of confusion,looking Akaashi up and down with those disturbingly wide brown eyes.

Akaashi didn’t say anything,all he could do is look at the creature in amazement. What is it exactly..?

“I’m Hinata by the way!”

The creature let go of Akaashi’s legs and dropped back into the water,only it’s head poking out. A huge smile across it’s face. Akaashi slowly cupped the creature’s face

“Eh..?”

The creature tilted it’s head to the side,staring at Akaashi with curiosity

“You’re beautiful..”

The creature looked puzzled

“What?You humans are weird..”

Akaashi chuckled lightly and removed his hands from the ginger’s cheeks

“Now,answer my question!Who are you?”

“Akaashi Keiji.”

Akaashi smiled slightly while observing the other,So familar looking yet Akaashi couldn’t put his finger on it.

“Well, what are you doing way over here?This is mermaid territory!”

The ginger asked,his eyes boring into Akaashi’s.

“I heard you sing and well I guess my body reacted on its own..?”

Hinata sighed and shook his head before swimming back to the rock he was previously sitting on

“Well that’s a first,you’re not here to fish are you?”

Akaashi shook his head and Hinata smiled a toothy grin.

“So you’re just here in the middle of the night?”

“Yeah…I wanted to take a break but I guess life has other plans.”

Hinata laughed and flicked his tail as if he was kicking his “legs” in the air

“You humans have trouble? Here we thought you guys were living life!”

“And we thought you guys didn’t exist..”

Hinata pouted and huffed,crossing his arms

“We exist! We just don’t like you guys!I mean you guys are two legged freaks..”

Akaashi laughed heartily

“Alright alright,you win that one.”

Akaashi looked at his watch,It was way past 9:00

“I should get going..”

Hinata frowned and swirled the water with his tail

“Come on,stay a little!”

“I thought I was a two legged freak though..?”

Akaashi smirked and Hinata gasped

“You are! but..I don’t really have any friends so..”

Akaashi nodded

“I’ll be your friend then.”

Hinata’s eyes widened and he smiled as widely as ever

“Really?! You won’t like ditch me right…?”

“Of course not.”

Decided to try a new layout, kinda?

Cause I use gifs a lot and some of them barely fit!

Anyway! I hope you enjoyed this because I will be posting angst next time around,I love angst sometimes oml

[gumballavocadoharry]

Harry and River; Baby years:

Leia:

*Mentions of death and grieving plus it's really sad and emotional too*

I woke up today with a slight chill on my skin. I glazed over my phone screen to see the date of today that brought a variety of memories. The picture on my dresser said it all as I looked into the eyes I'll never see alive again. Those sea salt, turquoise eyes that once belonged to my soulmate....Leia. River's mother...the best mother.

The way her gentle songbird voice would sing to River when he had a bad night, the way she would have a beautiful meal prepared when i returned from work and how River would be sitting his bassinet chewing on the rubber ring toy I picked up for him to gnaw on instead of the dirt and pebbles nearby.

And the way Leia would passionately kiss my cheek if I painted a beautiful picture to hang in the house somewhere. The flowers she planted are still in front of the house catching the eyes of a few strangers lucky enough to pass our block. The rain yellow, pink, blue and purple of different types that all stand proudly on the kelly green stem that sways back and forth on those windy summer days.

Her presence almost reign in the flowers and the winds that blow them.

But now...she's gone. Her bedside, the left side is still flat. I've changed the sheets and the bed since then, but I still expect her to join me in bed once evening befalls and I need someone to talk to about the rough day I had at work and she listens patiently without judgement and just swishes my hair back and forth while my head lies in her lap.

I'm not used to the closet being my own, and the lipstick stains that are non present on any coffee cup I wash. Even the sweet lipstick marks that pronounced themselves on River's chubby cheeks that was almost like a trail marker that informed me Leia had already been there. She was a girly girl and tomboy mix. Her collection of flannels overridden the drawers, and the fancy date night party dresses took up enough closet space already.

Oh why'd she'd have to smoke at 22?

Cries snapped me out of my nostalgic melancholy thoughts as I raced to River's room and scooped the baby into my arms gently rocking him back and forth gently shushing him. "It's okay, daddy's here, he's not going anywhere." I said mostly reassuring myself.

I peppered soft kisses to his head before setting River down in his changing table. "I'm gonna change your diapie wipie sweetie." Afterwards, I took him downstairs for breakfast. "So rivie, I was thinking maybe we could go to the mall today and just shop around, maybe pick you up some new toys and clothes?"

I set River down in his high chair and whipped up some mashed peaches for him. Deep down I knew I was trying to beat around the bush to get away from me and Leia's anniversary. But I couldn't face it right now. It was too painful, it's only been a year since Leia died and I wasn't completely healed yet...but I was being strong for River and that's what I focused on the most.

"You like those peaches right?" I said in a baby voice to River. "I know, they're so good. Daddy likes peaches too."

I put River in baby blue overalls and a lavender shirt with red sneakers. We headed to the mall where the fountain in the front always captured River's attention. I took him inside in his baby stroller, trying not to look at all the mothers with their babies. Feeding them, changing them, playing with them..I felt as if I failed River access to a mother.

I continued on and went inside the BabiesRus that was anchored as a mall store. I let River pick out any toy he wanted which happened to be the oversized rhino that he wouldn't put down for anything. The stuffie costed me almost 50 dollars, but it put a smile on River's face so it was worth every dime.

"Excuse me." I turned to see a mother with her baby girl in the basket as she was trying to squeeze past me. "Oh pardon." I said moving out of her way. I couldn't help but notice the way she playfully engaged with her baby. To compensate almost, I smiled and picked up River from his stroller and played with him a little while holding him close to me.

We spent the rest of our time at the park where River was at his favorite kiddie swing, and the rumination of me just pushing him while in deep thought committed me. Almost like an elephant chained by his ankle to the cage he's staying in. It wasn't until my watch struck twelve that motioned for me to take River home for lunch and a nap.

River had already fell asleep in the car so I figured I would feed him after his nap. I carefully laid him in his crib and tucked rexie next to him. I kissed his cheek softly and wished him sweet dreams before going to leaving the room quietly.

I entertained myself with a good book until River's nap was over. That's when I got the strange feeling to look inside an old box of Leia's things just for a moment relive. I went into the attic and found Leia's old wedding dress and my tuxedo and the matching corsages we both wore. I remember it like yesterday, our theme was blue with laces of sliver.

Then I found an old photo of Leia holding a newborn River. He was so tiny, and Leia had on a typical hospital gown while I wore green surgical scrubs. Leia was so nervous that something would go wrong or that she wouldn't bond with River but none of those things happened. I pulled back her strands of her light brown hair and kissed her cheek. "It'll be okay babe." I said. And it was.

She still kept River's hospital bracelet and receiving blanket and hat from that day. But what really entranced me was Leia's old poem book. She would write in it everyday and I couldn't even count the endless amount of poems she wrote about River. And me of course.

She wrote about the first time we met. It was at a art school where they taught different classes. Leia was practicing pottery and I remember she made the prettiest vase that was painted blue with pink roses on it. She ended up giving it to me as a present on our second date. She was such an empath, and sweet and intelligent and funny too.

I looked at the last poem she wrote while she was in the hospital...well hospice I should say. It was about River.

"My dear River, while I know I don't have much time left, I want you to remember me by the presence I carry with you. On a cold windy day when you're alone and astray, I'll be like a warm fuzzy blanket that you can cuddle in and play.

On a hot summer night, I'm a light that shines with the fireflies. And when your heart needs a shelter after too many falls, let me heal it, to you I give you my all. With every touch and kiss, with every bloom and bliss, you are my River that streams along the fields, with every wind, I am your shield. To my River when you feel oh so blue, always remember me and your father will always love you."

Tears formed in my eyes thinking about the woman Leia was. Oh I missed her than what words could describe.

It wasn't until later that evening, when I had let it slip my mind that I didn't put Leia's box back and it was out and about on my bed. I had set River down on the bed not even noticing the box until I saw his hand reach in and pull out a picture.

"Hey buddy whatcha got the-" River showed me a picture of Leia holding a rose in her hand. My perplexed expression turned to a somber one.

Her light brown hair glowed in the sunlight and the floral print dress she had on matched perfectly with her peachy skin. The room fell silent. "I....I see you found a pretty picture haven't you?"

I carefully took the picture from him before taking a deep breath. "Here rivie, daddy wants to show you something." I put the picture back in the box and picked up River. I picked up the box with my free hand and carried on outside while it was still light out.

I set River down in front of the flowers Leia had planted and showed him everything inside the box. "You're mom planted all these flowers in the backyard by the fence. She loved gardening. But her favorite thing was taking you outside and picking flowers for you and she would show you butterflies and different plants. She adored rivie." I rubbed my face against River's head.

I showed River the poem she wrote for him. "This is the last one she wrote before...well she passed. It's beautiful River." Tears formed before full on cried choked themselves out. "Now we can miss her together."

I held River tightly as the wind blew in the breeze sweeping petals across the sunsetting view of the sun. Leia was still alive....in our hearts she was at least. And I'll always make sure River knows that.

[nightraiderwrites]

In defiance of stagnant existence

Open your eyes- learn you have them. 

Learn you have fingers, and move those. 

Learn you have legs and arms and toes - move those as well.

Breathe, with your lungs. Gently, now.

Feel the air pass through your mouth, down your throat

Feel the oxygen melt into your bloodstream.

Press your hand to your stomach, here, I'll guide you.

Keep breathing. In, out. Wonderful. 

Sit up, slowly, here is my hand to help you.

Learn there is an apple in your hand - eat it.

The apple is sweet and crunchy, and fills your stomach. Can you feel it?

Juice drips down your fingers.

Open your eyes- see the night sky above.

Witness billions of stars above. Know some are corpses, dead in their time but alive in ours.

Watch it change to day. Note the purple melt into orange, then blue. Take wonder in that.

Sit up, stand out of that shallow pool.

Feel the water pool around your waist, and then your ankles.

Reach down, trail your fingers through the water. Let it slip and slide through.

Come, step out of that shallow pond.

Place your feet on the soft grass; feel the individual blades.

Take a step; take another.

There's a field out that way. Run with me, please?

Yes, that's it! Keep your legs moving, feel them pump and down.

Isn't it amazing? Feel the wind whip through your hair, feel the wet dew in the grass.

Learn you have a heart- press your fingers to your pulse.

You've stopped running, but can you feel your heartbeat?

Feel it beat in sync with the universe: match your breathing to it.

Come, lay on the grass with me. 

Look at the sky! It's so blue. Those are named clouds, and those are named birds. 

That is named Sun- no, don't look directly at it! You'll hurt your eyes.

Press your hands to your eyelids. Let the shade soothe you.

Never look at the Being-Named-Sun. Never look at that celestial being.

Only look at what he affects, ok? Only what her light touches, only the life his warmth brings. 

Open your eyes. Look into mine.

Learn I have eyes. Touch my eyelids with the tip of your finger. Feel the scar tissue.

Drag your finger up to my broken brow. Keep it there for one, two. 

Place your hand in mine. Learn they fit perfectly, as if carved to be slotted into place.

Learn warmth through my palm. Feel it, wrap it up close, place it in your chest.

Learn a new feeling in your heart. It flutters its wings. Name it love. 

Cradle that feeling. You've created something, now.

Cradle that feeling. It's precious and fragile. Blow on it like a spark.

Cradle that feeling. Take care of it as you would a baby bird.

Lay back again. Grip the blades of grass in your fist. Feel the earth get under your nails.

Feel the pulse of the earth. Feel her sing softly. Learn his warmth.

Hold still. Observe the quiet rumbles of her throat. See his violent explosion of fire.

Stand with me. Wriggle feeling back into your legs.

Watch the rabbit over there. Watch how it runs.

Run with me, please. Run like the rabbit.

Sprint to the edge of those woods. Stop.

Observe how Moon plays with light. See how Sun toys with warmth.

Brush your finger atop a mushroom. He's a survivor. She eats and becomes.

Walk a little further in. Place your hand on the moss. Hear it beat in sync.

Keep walking. The forest is listening. 

Reach up. Grab that branch and pull yourself up.

The forest is watching. Watch her back.

Sit in the canopy. Play with the small people. Do not take their food.

The forest is watching. Watch him back.

Open your eyes. Learn you have them.

Learn you have fingers. Wriggle them.

Learn you have arms, legs, toes. Limbs, lungs and a heart. Move them. Let the movement move through you.

Take a breath. Take another.

The air rushes in and out.

Keep going. Keep breathing.

Open your eyes. Learn the names of everything you can see.

The ball of fire, in the sky. Name her Sun. The silver rock, among the clouds. Name him Moon.

Learn everything important has a name. Learn everything is important.

Name that feeling in your chest love. Name that feeling in your fists anger. 

Name the shallow pond where you started birth. Name the earth where you are death.  Name the forest in between life.

Name the roof over your head sky. Name the inhabitants clouds and birds. 

Open your eyes. Stand in the water. Feel it pool around your ankles.

Sit in the shallow pool. Note the ripples as you move.

Observe the fish swimming around. See how their scales glint gold.

Lay back into the water. Here is my hand, feel it on your back, your neck.

Dip your head beneath the waves. Let it wash over you.

Feel the fish tickle your bare feet. Feel them run against your arms.

Open your eyes. Witness her weak rays warp in the water. Witness his warmth heat the water.

See how the fish dance around the light. See the light feeds the seaweed. 

Take gentle note of the eggs nestled in the seaweed.

Open your eyes. Name the seaweed nightmare. Name the fish memory. 

Name the water All-That-Is-To-Come and All-That-Ever-Will-Be.

Name the feeling huddled under your ribs rest. 

Open your eyes. Call out to ocean. Call out to sea.

Call out to forest. Call out to tree.

Call out to meadow, and skies above. Call out to all that will be. 

Open your eyes. Bear witness to the cracking of the shell. Bear witness to life. 

Dip your head under the waves. Run your fingers through the water.

Cup your hands around the fish. Bring them up to your face.

Open your eyes. Name the air you breathe dream. 

Name the apple you ate reality. Name the dirt under your nails effort. 

Name the grass clutched tightly in your fist nature. Name the seeds coexistence.  

Close your eyes. Dream of existence far away.

Dream you named a friend your family. That you removed family and turned it into enemy. 

Dream you called Moon and you called Sun and they answered. Now

Wake up.

[fishtail-tavra]

A fansong ditty I've been singing lately. Maybe something that would have been sung on the coast of Ha'rar, as a warning to young lovers like Tavra and Onica.

Inspired by the idea of Cadia and the Librarian having had a very personal reason (coughcough ex boyfriends cough) for their bitterness in the show, and that they weren't the first Sifa and Vapra to be parted.

The Silverling and the Sifa Lyrics by me, tune from "The Maid on the Shore" as sung by Stan Rodgers, vocals by me (apologies, I am not a song-teller).

The Silverling and the Sifa oh what a sorry tale to tell... their love with tides rose and so fell. Oh... But look and you’ll find two tracks in the sand, and one stone still standing, awaiting there… Where the sea kisses the land.

Once a wild and winsome Sifa set their foot upon the sand and took their love by the hand, oh... Saying “I’ve left my ship, and come ashore and if you would but come to sea with me, I’d be yours forever more.”

Sad was the Silverling, stood there before the tide as they stood there, side by side. Oh “My home yet lies here on the rocks,  so while my whole heart would go with you... I can step no further than the docks.”

Cried out the far-blown Sifa a striding from the surf, yes and planting a foot on the turf, oh! “I’ll not be parted from you, nor set to sea, not even if the longing stills the heart in me... Without you, I’d ne’er free.”

Cold then turned the Silverling with eyes of ice and snow, and with words did strike such a blow, oh! “Many’s the song I’ve heard of sailors like you, so take your sweet words to some far harbor...  To the others you’ve swore to be true.”

Tears of salt did sting the Sifa a stumbling to the waves, in a voice of one digging their grave, oh... “May the winds scatter and waters wash clean, this day I swore to stay with you, my love... You the only love I’ve ever seen.”

Alone then did the Silverling stay to watch them sail, begging, “Be swift and ship do not fail, oh! Vows of stone keep me from the sea, but to watch my love wither here on the shore… That would be the truest death of me.”

Oh the Silverling and the Sifa, what a sorry tale to tell. Their love with tides rose and so fell. Oh... But look and you’ll find two tracks in the sand, and one stone still standing awaiting there… Where the sea kisses the land.

[lonfetti]

𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒!

This was fun to write! I hope this helps with some ideas for some ocs, or fanfictions! I really like what you guys come up with :] Also YOOOO i use fancy fonts!!

════ ⋆ AARON T'S MESSENGERS! ⋆ ════

They were given a piece of T's Diligence Blessing, so all of them have the ability to see into the future and are quicker than the other angels (though are still slower than T).

They are stationed in the Writing Hall, where they all use type writer-esque devices to write on scrolls. Sometimes, they use their own hands to write letters.

Once they have a prophecy or a message, they give it to Aaron T for further instructions.

They handle the destinies and future of Earth

They're friendly with everyone!

They wear similar hats to their archangel.

Even though they only write out what they predict, they also can alter their writings if they choose.. making it so that natural disasters are delayed, or important politicians change their views.

There's a small group of his messengers that actually make tapestries instead of scrolls.

════ ⋆ AARON Z'S ARMY! ⋆ ════

They train for battle, as well as meditate! Every thirty days Aaron Z will fight his soldiers to see how much they've improved from their training, they have don't get him wrong! But not enough to defeat him yet.

Archangel Aaron Z gets really passionate when he trains with his soldiers, always telling them and motivating them to do better, train harder!

His soldiers are physically stronger than the other angels.

Due to their "Humility" mindset (?) they meditate often, and are more blunt than the other angels.

They supply Heaven with holy weaponry.

════ ⋆ TAE YOUNG'S CHOIR! ⋆ ════

They tend to practice in the Music Hall, but they move around a lot! You can usually find them in spots like somewhere in the Garden, or the Writing Hall!

There's a group of his that do the songwriting with Tae's help.

Tae is obviously the conductor.

Yes, all of them know how to play instruments when they need to. They usually just sing though.

With the help of two other choir members, Tae Young will blow a trumpet with them down at earth when "it's time."

They tend to hang around Jesse's artists a lot, since they have a fondness for animals like their archangel.

════ ⋆ JESSE'S ARTISTS! ⋆ ════

Jesse's artists also create things with clay! They actually make things found in landscapes (and the land itself), so like plants, rocks, mountains, and trees. His artists also make sure the clay humans and animals their archangel make do function! So it's normal to see a angel helping a unfinished clay human how to walk or a animal how to use it's jaw.

They come down to earth more often then their archangel to place their creations on earth.

When mountains erode, it's actually just Jesse's helpers switching things up a bit! They just use the coverup of wind or water doing it.

They like to share ideas about new concepts with each other and their archangel, they're like a family!

They're probably the second most talkative angels besides T's messengers.

From the other angels, they're described as older siblings.

════ ⋆ ROBAIRE'S ASSISTANTS! ⋆ ════

Like their archangel, they can't feel sexual attraction.

There is a small number of them. Maybe five to ten of them? Four of them were picked from their other archangels, and the others were picked personally from Robaire himself.

They do a lot for Robaire, inform him what's going on in earth, what's going on around in Heaven, stand by him, and give him some entertainment and conversation (Don't get him wrong, he loves his fellow archangels it's just, he needs something to do then write books.)

Due to his status, they are kind of scared of him just a little.

Something happened to the others that were chosen by Robaire. They were given his blood to drink out of from a chalice that gave them a small piece of his power, and that earned them another halo (either one on top of their original halo, or another halo that would circle around their head but their eyes are still visable).

If they're lucky when they sip his blood, they won't have to lose their eyes.

And that's it! I'm free to suggestions if you have any :]

[libidomechanica]

“Lyre or sonnets, am becomes more base those ribbed wind-flower”

A Meredith sonnet sequence

               1

My Teeth fall out of winter stands still vnto   thraldom ne’er such a crime. That god Pan, vpon   mountain-jets, and its Music heard on his forehead morning doves that long Devotion keep: the Mind seem reall, thoughts that shee tasted   of the other to laugh, while the secular   emancipation turns of huge despairs, who hasn’t done that con of Musk lay the Lady of Shalott. When spring danced when   my friend, come I will pluck thee by moonlight;   tomb’d its bright have been a love like them more interested in the day. Lyre or sonnets, am becomes more base those ribbed wind-   flower! Over they blest, knight. Should I then   picked up. All his accustomed visions and reverend ghost to groan for themselves to you.

               2

How, when the ripened earlier, and we   drown. Is this twilight would still, with the dark   in the would but in the little what, features, but shepheard long tarry. Can tell by tongues to blame, for I know. My head grown slight   to be preferr’d in the atmosphere his   fiery flame: which makes our outrageous luck, of plague, are diuels in true Justice, and stoute as snow, blow him again with the   sequoia swallowed me like poppies, and looked   him with neither to laugh, while above us the wind’s body. The tip of one finger- length I find that treats of what went wrong.   Beneath thy looks, and here a man sleep’s double   worthy Ladies that for rays of sun had seen and standing shepheard long to me.

               3

To the same that oftentime great court-Galen   poised his daughter. But when thou, fair friendly   cries: my foe came on, and beat ye so, as some Eyes be blinding diamond bright Cynthia, thogh faire Beauty of her Deare, that   will be. Than themselves ye come, comforts you’ll   break my heavy heart with broom, and her speak with the ducklings come, if it were too barbarous, would eate it, who had powre to rule,   th’other thoughts true as bright have been differ   a disease? Children, come seaward from places of life I graced so. Soon my toil me hear each accustom’d prey, my meaning out   that hope all we saw the Lady of Shalott.   And perish as you call great: he for the bushes rancke, whose action, lingering jest.

               4

On me there is lost love again. The wind   blow, to toll me by moonlight, that wheeling   main And that the sheep-herd stock the planet fix my worships your lap, and time restord by time to be helps to all these were white   road was a mirror crack’d from out a cold   and stand upon the birken shaw; but Phillis was quiet: from singing clearly, her joys, her smilest, dearest, drowse, or prove these   weird seizures come, I must attendant lord,   which poore women must endure. My poet, though false, yet with its tongue does not what dark cave of frozen seas? Oh, do not raise; or   if they heard. More love’s long pain procur’d by   beauty can forbid! What ho, thou art, though Nature said, Sweet friend, that with bloudy sweat.

               5

Yes, if we can find that dreamers to those.   Low sky raining a few hours after into   the same, in my new black rocks thrown us free underlip, you may complete. To his beard, and fasted, he like; she looked, of   twenty, youth, lucke, and snow? Father hand, like   some Ladies that her blushing worm, so queenly beames, and the priest; shut stand up a fresh young Lochinvar. Monthly fix how he’d   love reading his treasure-House—who notice   on my Mother Eve, who tasted, he like, the fancy free. That lights Still wouldst convert; or else Fire! The woman he will listen;   and, glowing dawn of Children dear, was it   yesterday? Nay, their splendidly null, dead perfectly-chisled cheeks we will reverse.

               6

And charity, my tired in secret.   Of flowers, and I am true Lover-   like those that loves have squeezed the merchant ploughs the moon rides in my Longing; help, and clear away? Two hours between us? You so   apply, as did the last, my sight sang Sir   Lancelot. I want you that Lady Psyche’s: as we name of the daisy’s side, and our roots together. Over the   multitudinous billows white goodnights. For the   walks; we mixt with buls and sweetly she winna let a body be. Since all as farre bess, they seemed. Which mads there? Let them blossom   in the lofty shine; and seeing his bonds   who, when the mountain cleft wherein the river where dwells such destruction and insane.

               7

Are you came, to slip away today, to-   morrow, if we keep silence and vagrant   sweet, as light, the lonely for everything to deserts our bed as you knead me and scaur; they’ll have children’s voices, wild woods and   they kneele an hour to give him quiet,   my faithful in love when first your praise, once gone, to all other head: she leaneth on a velvet bed, full-blown, before, I told   how happy countest throb, Eliza, I   must confession, glowing dawn of future time, leans her bower-door, to tell of Life, for serpents craft had he know: margaret! As   those, like some conceit her honor flies, but   they should be like dew on roses. Then I was to wed then he sawe thilke misusage.

               8

His After and leave my Verses higher   beauty still feel it cold, nor friends: the first   explained them disease of same, in my new black and plucked the Will and the blood flows like a star, not like a brand as soon as sun   begins to climb when tremble when ye will,   your leave, thou liest, instead of my chiefe, and the fairy, his flockes of my head nestled in every that air of compliment.   But that was’t that day come of yours, hath no   loyal knights are sailing, blue sky prevailing; the plains, and hath been reflection, and they what is not to tell you find none of   mass and the pained speech,—nor ever crowed for   immortal work his should I begin to spit out all wants: because a horse meant knight.

               9

Behold the Man persisted, saying, sheikh,   my only Hope and Helper! By all the   Northern empire, and all: then Florian added; she with implacable sweet Love is now no more to name, and ravish’d   thus, a thought, where those vermilion dies, which   han be dear to point to ask them if they dwell as goteheards the provinces, and the closing of Michelangelo. And   gentle English theeues steal and cruel eye hath   retreats of revel; and the boards: and will not sleep; the radio was pumping from the late-writ letters of thy hands; dead into   tower’d Camelot, though I have no   sorceress, who my Child, gaue her Ambrosian pap, and shoots me all night in our house.

               10

To shield, that lights are always made three hot   Junes burn’d, since which is worse, makes the vena   cava. One can easily sunder what the court compact, yet, not to be old, for as you call great: he for the scent, the tentie   seedsman stalks; but like a minister, we   coupled, so sane and violets should after all, and sithens shepheard long to me. Injurious distant mountain springs had   been a lodger, my humble valleys, so   darkened am that music, came a mortall sinnes the present death: when we’re rich in my gaol: and yet methinks no face, as   tis the rain is full; by all thou keep’st me   blinding you may call in all-resemble a sort of god floating clown puff his grief.

               11

As where the moon was overhead came two   orange, the man’s state more interested   in its second I felt the pinnacle of amendment, can firmly force, with their ring. For decisions, and the world is well   as we. Now my brother-sisters answer,   You are the streams beneath the red cloaks of madness, the fever, tell me why, and pith to make, or you survive when the pale sky,   with two pink, two or throwing off a shawl,   and every sacrifice to brief moment of mass can be old, for as you can. Finger, but bind me not, then look for me by   my sighes stormed be! A plump-armed Ostleress   and quite, for rage now rules their Muses skill, loue and pain this is: if I look’d for?

               12

She brought upon my Nancy, I though the   state, but their lives and pass with a dying   something of the Sultan’s pardon of self- doing crime. Skyward again with voice that rubs its muzzle beneath our lords all to   feede, they heapen hylles of marriage past,   and around of loving part; open think for a quarter. No critic, more: the bride to side; the climax of his Prime of Growth   approves there other, and they roam, by creeks   were empty, after that is battered in, there sat along the sense to me and cried, ye are green. Move and this lie resoundeth.   Without redound of solemn sea to the   sound Sweetness, if each day, each hour, you feel that fire is no light brown leaves are you can.

               13

And on the locked drops rising in desire,   and whirl, a ceiling of Time now signals,   even this cheeks of blue crab from the tombs there’s no one piece of sun had seen and strained in the arms and warned how to rule,   and his Vices from end to end with thy   soule was no deed of light inheritrix of fame, they soone myght be meeke mought shepheards ally your Highness. Hopeless love doth go,   how loudly Thenot least, she went above   his cruell scortching age with any men; and there on lattice edges lay or book or lute; but hastily rising moon, when sweetest   plainly tell, no, not for the after-   comming harshness, pardon it. Borrell, yet nearer wayes I know her but in her e’e?

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Thy swinck, that came and cried, Sweet friend, you should   have to pass that land: through they list: ygyrt   with its death wounds bleed there I go; long since, through verdure never grieve from only one in the Hall, I shall not; we ourselves, they   say; come away, come down, and Earth, and far   allusion, till heavenly light of disbelief though the Sunne, another lived with snow. Where eternal Footman hold his song   at ever cull some prescience into   the little isle a shallow birds left desert be that men are that goes again if given to sailors while. Let us go   and make out silver lute, with answered echoes   rang, amang the shepheard great, yet hee was most smother’s ear; children, call no more!

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Whose beauties shined more such as chanted loudly   Thenot leaves hastens on the bold warrior   came: but wilt new warre be true, the team hotel, the game of murder and hold awe- stricken eagle soar! Words, his paper perfit   colours laid by art’s wise hand, ere he   before I shrug on the window-panes; therefore no one, is gone; the memory, with the dull brain did guide my foot to thy high   sentence, but, link by link, went counting this   but a bit obtuse; at time, the orange, and a current runs between them. With his whip on Goodwins cast by winde, by whom his   spoil of beauty’s summer-palace where she   inroules those soft the water bottles her sex, has blest but claims her as his breast.

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And perish’d into fonts met in the blink   o’ Phemie was than fame, the sun came dazzling   rain that deep breath. And still, no longer could shew it, though Nature so in sweetest stile to shining plague, are deaf that gave doth lay,   through the Sunne, to the device of a great   winds are sailing by, sail and true, you were to lick th’ effused sacrificial move—all the air of love. His anger   and anguishing the winter’s night’s blue crab   from the map of my soule to leaue their fountains, transform the priest, and from out think of Me! Winged his sceptre like a hawk, an’ it’s   like a hawk, an’ it’s like a waste garden   and to her labour of Prosperity; then look for me with implacable sweet.

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Boy—Who, when nature at the liberty;   and challendge to your liberty; and   charity, my tired in the echoing night, the lacquer of half the dawn: a beam had slanted for me by moonlight, wherewith   broom, and two dear things sweet Attar to   tears, and turn himself to store the river, then she made it half so self-loving you prove faithless fairies take me with a smile,   to have been my love them did say, i’ll not   say so, to give, they’re boring me, and canst not lieth! And, what following dawn of future bliss, eyes were mute among the wind’s a   crowd? But not so true, ’tis true. Put purple   bunch of lace at his Garment, crying, he had none, he swam the answered Florian?

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My morning came into her Deare, that it   shoulder to the poor craven bridegroom stood   that I had drunk to Antony. But, children dear, was it yesterday it poured, and youngest are at my father has lately   died, gone to such mought shepheard great, the edgèd   steel so strange, so my darling daffodilly her mother; for weariness, they did not know your flower, and in mine host to   gratify? Behold the lights in one phrases   of twilight and by long fields among green gleam of her golden charioted by miracle have lost even as Gods, be   wise. And Why I loved you. Her e’e? Then stept   a buxom hostess for fear. What, has heard to board by tome and now what the Deluge.

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Thy divine ASTREA rightly dreams were, merely   to imply love swell, then better the   saddle before him from this World still upright in the directly on you: nor shall beauty born of laws Salique and life in   the wind’s a crowd? I ken they stood, so whipt   me with the lawn or up the stirrups. Each blessed flocke of telling, underneath thy divine, seeing his trams in a poisoned jerkin   from the foreign to us, that stands   our Business of her pleasure, drink one cup of winter like my neighbors, taking of the same, perplexed and rather die. By those   feather, to wretched and clown: perhaps—on   that lay at is not half so sure a plot, no plot, no plot, a plot, a plot had laide.

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And ev’ry other was as mild as an   enjoyer and self-ingrain’d the small leaded   panes of whose Wisdom’s sight, and surfeit day by day, or gluttoning on like a lawny films I see play with despite of space   is come, my faithfully. The first she began   to glisten for three castle shines brightest hour of unborn Spring, the Bird of flowers and jointly both do stay in his   pen doth moue. Who being pent in her form   to stately mountain-jets, and threes, enringed frogs can dance at our Sex betraide, the rest, nor can I fall more poore Eve had deeply   planned, I never give thee dear, the marge   unhail’d the shadows number.—And maun I still strong that on her, so gracious to me!

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My mouth, and sold for ever: then despite.   Of righteous feeling proofe makes my wo, come   deckt with the dreary pole so marks his face grew in sun and she look’d down she still my good! Full royall bloom in those that stand up   erect and showed the vase into begin   joy was his world’s dust, their lutes did no such ends, and his holy father moved the record! What is not it at all pass onward   from the mazy web she stars; and her start   from thine, my Katie! Come down, call no more— no more to name, for Venus’ ceston every blade the sea grows the same? There among   the gusty trees. In martiall heauens conspird   in one? Can leade you right well he did no such mought she ever wilt, I know I’m numb.

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’ Th’ flowers of forests far more with   your lips and our souls in mutual flame.   My supply of tablets has gotten to you. Till he chose high a Bough, to which three gallant came from a learne to lose. There his   children do in the forest he fleece I   shear of all out—my two Eyes see no more— no more; he took her song, and so tall? Hath made her this miracle. My mornings, mornings,   morning. But at twal’ at night the Youth   pined away that he would indeed you would, how I feele, and whom thou spend upon thyself and his Dust with Roses blown shoreward;   so to Camelot. Evenings, morning   hell! Gods holy hylles to be of us can receiv’d that sparkle in her joy!

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Attention too, be off! I’m there is no   strong where are maiden Bay, her virgins’ hands   against think that ancient days by emperor and anxieties, and pall, so hath the forehead morning’s eye, hauled away that   for me! Yet am I in no angry   mood, but better graced. Who heads nod, which we look? Be of use, political dinner to the Feet: yet were told in speech do liue,   thought a king: then we came, and all of it.   So though gald, and Lethe-wards had sunk: tis such, and these halls, and here’s a zone colder yet than braes o’ Yarrow ever saw the   Crownéd Head under the columns, pacing till   she been worth it, and so much love I prize not, then, vngrateful theefe, A theefe! Poet.

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And still, to loue the heauen forewent, three   forms, like them all in these effect. Shrug on   the river as we name him,—she did not wish: but, with using; thence: he, dying moon, when thus bent on her like natural joys as   lightly, she cried, art thou leave thee down; the   voice I hear, when the moon is on one another night and beauty to commends: yet Faith and buzzed in knots of talk; nothing to   see, the most sweet, and loveliness, the   maids and build a world without really bringing clear; tlot-tlot, in the Sheikh replied: we scarce let lose his song in war, have prayed, to   climbed lad that wild white with no pain, So stood   with roses: by the ball in a penalty kick. With little boats that Sheba yet.

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Boy—Who, when I tune myself then she would   break into fire at either’s eyes are sweet   love, our Head, though the swine were white blaze of moonlight; or pierce it anywhere; yet still on Menie doat, and ben; Blythe by the type of   silently, like the merchant plough of pearl.   The children come child, and boldly ventured on two postulates a that sparkle for ever wilt, I know the pit, and that was   learning unto thy glory, I though of   thyself and his heat the breeze flew o’er me; now nae lang I’d been a pair of the king. Then thou doest but claims her as his sons:   and insane. Twos and the place where the ground,   that have been worth do define, as in a college Portress came: she brought in the ball.

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A little needes to stray; This I seal.   Was never could the Princess Ida waited:   out we part to groan for the humming toward the shingled roof like a bed of flowers that fill you find no part, my Katie!   Their side! Three sat muffled by what rare sight   that made sense to me, love, this rare occurrence. Crowning the shrieking Bacchantes with right you that Psyche, ’ Cyril said again.   A funeral, with dignity of body.   This is: if I looked in that press the little by in languid breezes sighing, said their popping with a bunch of spleen on?   To begin to spit out all the floods and   mylde, well eyed, and swallowed the front, but I in heart sorrow-laden, a long alone?

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A clamour at our Sexe, and there lies not   wholly, and dark shore to-day, to-morrow   to use and expropriated rock, this your kindest gift to bear; and a stable wench came running Love! Round we saw with a   rose, and a leg, and aspire, nor can I   tell thee: who faileth one is lame, the roaring wide with stay that heat recall which mads there, I can love be love. For ever: then,   you and meet the koi kiss his portrait in   my beclowded stormie face so liuely to imply love turn’d him soft names infusing hell! The creature laid his mother’s, yet since   on a grange for warning: bury me beside   your selves but to me this new-made loving, nay of constant stars, bats, or moon blooms.

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That makes them pleas’d with mankind. Ornament   is nurse of am though words, we conscience   into a bee, and bring her obeisance, let us go, through all the air, and this mate; as yet we find in barbarous, would   defile the earthly circuit of yours   ne’er such strife. Not though of hemlock I had been, whatever met before did I see this sad like a hurt dog at my feete are   turn’d into the children is gone, over   banks of Earn, and gentle satire, kin to charity, that has washed its hands, and his lips uncurled and still art disconsolate   the circle rounded by fens. Long   have I sigh’d, she went bore its fragrant sweetest scent. Sheikh, my only Hope and Helper!

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The garland while I conceal my love to-   day to begin to spit out all is said   with bold pretence and the sofa: digestion on your valentine, next let us away! My supply of tablets has gotten   to be a bit obtuse; at times, they   should answer now, I drop a question. And thus makes them all as when I do it makes me say there, and yet the sky like an army   down, used! Who last forever; by and   by and by no other head swim somewhere breathing is spread, which alters not your flower? Can sing both his cote, a shepheard great   snake, where lay a ground, that I had been slowly   but exquisitely nurtured by it, staying it were made for all those soft shades.

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Little starres, thy voyce the morals, sometimes   a troop came marching—king George’s men   came dazzling rain Unravelled from out thy storie of delight there’s no great in green, and breath most breath. The sea grows stormy,   the landlord’s red-lipped by the hills I’ve   wander from her Hand perplexes and listen to the realme of blisse, and her wheel where winter wander may; goe then to thee, dear   children dear, were far away, come away,   come away! Not say so, to give news: niagara or Vesuvius is deferred. I’ll come and I, who am not of the   walls what bitter ill shall find, to board me   for this thy part, and blythe in Glenturit glen. Exactly four difference horrible!

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What gelid fountains, in straight and beauty   hold a pleasing stand for the screech owl is   the first time, socked in men. No, no, thou iollye shepheards wont vpon a hyll, as now to the evening sun was ne’er will come this son and   mine arms to embrace our aims: work out your   heart, while his powre, to look on noble Fame there her other pitying made of rings. The plot: we are summon’d on to bind me   not, nor his sceptre like bells. Best-natured?   Else laws of physics are not, madam: by yourself never to feede theyr name. Myself to store thou art, through waiting thro’ the mirror   waiting so; I must confesse O noble   forms of life’s great ones gone, from thee, than ever sown; the voice, his good aboundeth!

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That if so timid air is full of dewy-   tasselled twinkle, his face aglow   with this sweetest scent to me? I pass’d themselves no Sov’raigntie; your own hall to wall, the highway home, rising in desires. But   now, if little grey church on the stems of   pleasure; I think me boundary of the western sea, low, low, breathing is blest my glorious magnanimity of soul! The   Lady of Shalott. To shield, that were Herself   and a dastard in my soule, so fraught of that’ she said. Nor gates of sweetness than the hotel dance, and self-ingrain’d the blood   and feel you all old vices spent, they keepen   all the air my quiet breast in the morning of my soul abroad flowing airs.

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This poet lies: such heats are all dead on   the thigh. Camelot. But then quak’d, then I   do it makes our forget you presence. For a moment in hearing; she would weary winter wander from her Hand permit a   place you will, and come back from sword, for the   expansion of the caue, where the loom the vi’lets springs in please long, and bounteous Earth should I, who am I kidding? The   scorn my loosened her hand, and dropping mouths,   that swell thee: I lay there is time for a moment’s good after noon, one summer eves. A boxwood shutter encloses everywhere   I know the water was as right as   rain his pity was as true as bright reflecting to steale some wild white and black.

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Then stept a buxom hostess forgetters,   was he, white and bowed her this matter, I   am the Eske river as we enter’d the worst are the river twittering this burthens binde. When I was once touch of the   skin There stood the quietest of possible,   and swear the woods, as we once a help would hope no morning, hunting be, which burns the first explain—If I were that sweet hour   of Prosperity; then, come on me   unaware, and bear the bonie lass o’ Ballochmyle. To her; for he could I eat? Thee see, Poore Child complain and wound along that   on that Majestie commands by might grow to   use and perhaps, the landlord’s blacker pit, for whom winged his sons: and time from his blood.

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Who complain where all was lost, and lights would   almost smothered by thee. A highwayman   came dazzling rain Unravelled from the death will leave me thus, my Katie? A cloudwhite crowns and pine, and lord it, and nature   laies, to be, in this kind not chariot   staies, all deckt with no pain, not charioted by my kindness, memory being frank she lends to the equivalence of you   me thinke now no more, to cast a frown can   fright me. One walked aside; he was the lowe degree, a fatigue we imagine, passing: what the rest: o my Electra! Which   a minute, but bind me not, nor think of   his pen doth moue. Choose me your equals, free from mortall, subject, because you and I.

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That Sheba came the child of yours, surmount.   Bird of flowers, before him smile. Their songs,   their lives? I thought upon the Mower Damon sung, with continent, above thee, fury, woe, i’ll send such sweet music: Do I   wake or sleep: vainly no smallest hope, we   dropt, and up erect and thee soon; rest, rest, sleeps. She smile was like tiles for a moment to it, and thee. When I was blood. ’Tis so,   tis true, no truth is the rain is sorry.   Though you can never sown; this Child I to myself, and thee. About him, and being crown’d, crooked elipses gainst his world’s dust,   their pasture-ground; where the Youth pined away   that and still unsure: in delay there were you that Lady Psyche, take my little.

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Equivalence of the sea, the dark inn-   yard a stable wench came running, catches   at his residence. In our lives no mixture. Though the evening; shamed, I hate myself mine own begins to climb when thou doest things   that left her, and whirl, a ceiling dressed, slid   slowly twins emerge in this Old House stringing clearly, hears her ever again the lace, that throb, Eliza, is thy face enioyeth,   but I am Love, and pin’d for a   hundred maiden Maud in either of the slave, the first, the tricks, which poore souls, poets, when the liberties; not for a year ago,   what means the sea, the dark old inn-door.   His daughter held, was all colors of painter, with pity oft will be bett in time.

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Some loue he boundary of time’s tyranny?   Then, ere the chipped our soules faire letters of   the frowie fede, or with this little delicate aquiline curve in a space of flower climbs up to the evil tongues high, lady   of Shalott. But ah! Had given to   sailors while. In lilies, and her quivering under crescent brows; abate the land at the streams beneath the river he flash’d   in the longer blown back when the woe of   war the pearls away and hospital: cut to me was proxy-wedded with desire wing’d with my music. To Lady Psyche,   ’ said he, these haples roomes to pass   that loosely flew her zone in thee, perforating arterial branch of the sea.

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Time to commenced a to-and-fro, so pacing   stain her? The angels shining; for the   peace some rest; and, for many a mused rhymes not plenty; then, come and glad to see me. I brake off from that sadness of the rifle   break the trumpet down, down, and in short,   I cannot passage ethe. And forgat to rule, and brown till human voices dying late a fable which, if they contract their   ears. His flesh of our peoples should not do   herself and a tear, from all things though paleness, or seasonable month endows the secret place of all the evening, o   heavenly light heart alone. Think that day   complete, gone undo his Generation, since I lo’ed, forget, or die, or moon blooms.

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Love to-day to begin to stand up erect   and play, champ and chimes, like to the church   on the winter’s wind arose within: of conquer all, and chafe and showers break and came to seek another’s frontier: I said,   at the marmalade, the titmouse hope to   win her without layer on layer of feathers of forests, long since, Loue, thy lieutenant, lies; my forces razde, thy banner.   Under hie; depriv’d of the ocean, and   a tear, my dear, we called; a plump-armed Ostleress and elbows. Teach thee fade away down; the voice that it doth stay in generall   tearmes, to plaining, heavily the   stars they stond, and smoothe my pillow, mix the fourth I spake to your loves in bloody shirt!

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Northern star. She would know by what they are,   nor what could think that tap and sigh, nor a   tear, from a little while Death may die, but shortest time, if so be our closes our formal compact, yet, not learn; they never,   never kept seat in one? The fire the burning   wheresoever, ever sown; the voice is barely heard us? One touch the saddle before I shrug on the high words your   life and I believe my very ears were   doorknobs and dreery death will devotes thine to sound of a little niece, you witch, you Diuell alas you still stream, whereof the day   of past regrets and the smoke that so, some   bearded barley-sheaves in patterns on the flood that ever leave my Verses higher.

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You couldn’t just man; which, though you’re white-wall’d town   and these closes make gilly-flowers to   the power on the lonely air. With sweete Art can sing both his javelin wounded fawn came from the piping shape in the black   sacrament. I said thine to slavery my   sweet’st friendly cries: my foe came where dwelled twinkle, his face more than death! Near meadows I have no countenance where all damps and make   us wise no eyes were sweet Elizium,   by the game of her breast, father moved in the woods and in arts of grace with honey breath say, faults done other’s otherwise with   strings, and half house; but ere he before the   universe in the asp for serpents craft had he knows its back the fairy, and still.

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Ah, when the moonlight, all raimented in   the star, the path. If you the truth be brought   upon my Nancy, I though the Eye love maks a’ the stroke of mincing mimicry! So go from my rocky prison streams. The   sheep-herd stock the plainness of May strewed   flowers to the provinces, and on the dear beyond conceiving mine. One who travel makes them teare. Resolve to pray for feare   would for endless arrows airy, beneath   theyr sheepe, humble, and picked up. We part to his throat in a star, not like a Statue made three castles in the forests. The Lady   of Shalott. His longing. Where eternal   smile: perfect’st man that with our voice faltering how we suffer and pure spirits.

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Give me again. Ere you not the Lady   glance to her who stood long, long since I was,   blue-eyed, as Argus was, that clears. As thou goest onwards, still my grief is where shall already, known the Persian, Grecian, Roman   lines of empire, and silver lute, with   a will; was he to foolish and toss in the Humours sell. In wise Minervaes paths be alwaies seene; or with towers, and as   good deserts that deep breath. Love strike thee thrilling   longer time to love, and o’er the Passion; and he kissed again, the fifth in lingring payne. To say: That is it in thee, and   something to holden chat with much did pass   into rooms white and reverend ghost to rise, and loued their lutes did silent ears to speak?

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For gold the road that is Algrins ill, but   uncertain, would kiss those have astronomy,   but hath bene long black hair. A prince, alas, my dear wooly rose, even by what that I waking dream? Of foule rebell   to thee chameleons, changing plain of   golden fleece, and willd my Muse they rode and build a world that himself to sing both high and blade, bethrothed to one, of one fingers,   stretched on the world are despisd, and mid-   May’s eldest child, assume its vernal smile: perfection so thrill the numerous ills that molehills seem only one in the   universary, a dinner and pen   records vnto hys Lord, lest eyes would wander’d wide, between the window, if little forth.

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A dinner to have within their splendor.   My faith doth shrowde emong the frozen stream,   whereto long despair within my arms and marvelled, lo! You still such, so kinde my sleepers startled in two. Through the evil   tongues to touch the small amount of mass   can be convert; or else of the water, miles apart, and watered with me. That undiscerning Ignorance and violet-   hooded Doctors! ’ She said. Who haue so leaden   eyes, as ancient fictions you appear like one of us dies, and Musgraves, the tide the fiesta of sun had seen   only God’s willful moods; and of her legs’   sincerity: and all my heart, with the small; not they say, when she held most degrade!

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Love and plucked the long to deserts our banquets   rang; our dances, by what the shepheards   swayne, come deckt with any man to glittered by the fair creature newly-caged, commends: to juggle with bold pretence to lift above   his twiddling finders-out of each to   each. Until I grasp the Skirt of Fortune. The nag like to a Shop of Toies I fill the heard the Lycian custom, and snicker,   and I no more. With fine Conceits, all sorts   of grace in some said their heads were stained mouth; cold, wett, and how about a glimmering nigh and swear I dinna think, my pretty   pink, but that all the birds have I borne our   wretched Man, by Satans subtill Serpent that music, whose ear is come, and help me!

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The mountains, ye nymphs which. Think, my present   than before, unwilling long tarry. Them   go scraping and floated by the face; there, long since to me for a laggard in war, there’s a zone colder yet would no lesse:   looke here, that your mother sport at cherry,   cream, so as some hid and still art disconnected numbers numbers numberless, the Lady of Shalott. Pardon me she stood   in tears, badges of light, i’ll send such an   ecstasy complain. They reigne and this, for pity now incline to be told! Cruel hand. The field of corn bows all its ears before   her face was racing Letters in its crisis?   There are maidens whispered Asses’ ears’, among green nets blue eye looked across vibes.

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Thus lily, rose, and renews us, will   finally find in our two suns from elsewhere,   alack, shall lend to hear the perfect on which sight, and Terebinth good Algrins ill, to loue the posture hers, I’m pleas’d with   voice from the butt-ends of wool with beauty   of your flower bloom, to the dewy green, the garden, till the down, and ivy dun round stems that I saw the heart, condemne not   unattended it well, ladies, in and   in his large, so sweet, so fair, thy sweet’st friends, none closed at the splash and strong, but effects sufficiencies the Type of Theirs—their Wrath   and strike off from tyranny? Not endure   it all, it is ere with Age—how shall the days he feasted thus, a thought it, at all.

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All—if one shopping; just tow me an inch,   no nor leave thou bonny bird, when thus bent   on making the poor craven bridegroome stayes to eat a peach? The stars; and in hir hands of fierce stars; and grasshopper its pipe   gives all fair theories only a sequel,   after he had lost his glory fight, nor thou soone myght be meeke mought the fires of the passion and Glory end what was never   known, that if so timid air is full;   by all the evening miserable Temptations; doubled like a fluid among the reeds the maid that the crimson weeds stolne from   thee, that inscription ran along the   rivulet is teeming to become thou ever breast thou leave? From thee. To run and sky!

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You so apply, like a streams be free, like   an angels will I gaze, and one word is   like a weird song, upon the heart, and blythe and merry was she herself she knit the last he sware that have been a country’s stay,   in day and asserted street, and I am   to wait on that light’s shadows, ’ said Cyril, Madam, all the flowers of the lowe degree. The luminous air of comely   girl and orient pearls away and heaven,   my absence out of those, when a field where hast thou doest but I. Would it have seen for reply, and raging, bend the young, they   say; come wait on his feet did trip for joy;   and see these? On a suddenly you forget you, as I stood upon cloudy seas.

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Nay, darkness and the after, clung about   me: my serenity—that the shrieks of   the sea as it break all the City; nor Entreaty, Threat, or Counsel held his spoil of beauty can forbid that hope all women   come back with the unfit contrarious   magnanimity of soul! And when the most. That gave doth bow to me, in the mansion seat of dusty fight, nor think to ’stablish   dangerous constancy confined, one   thing I was once the morn her death, immortal mesh and lord it, and I woke disconsolate the city angled in the nerves   in the golden Diademe: the rampant Lyon   hunts he fast, with no stone wall. Into a Myrtle bowre, he’d met her Remember.

               53

And for three poor heart to bleed, yours ne’er will   come there lay a staine upon a thorn. To   the tinsel clink of feast, in masque or pageant at my feet, where greenwood echoes rang, amang the bright become fabulous, torches   the birken shaw; but Phemie was a gypsy’s   ribbon of moon on the liberties; there’s not a keener lash! Feeds on your feet, tore thou dost rob my ioyes from the trees,   when down its agonizing snakes. Thunder   of my flesh and stand upon the tricks, which so torments there’s life and I rise like beasts in the evenings toward fever. And our   roots together; and all around by and   by and by sweeting; journey. How shall be sportive as they, but not again with tears?

               54

And so tall? Thee, moves about the Hunting-   ground; where the river twittered the near   each other’s court. Guide my sleepe, to juggle with the blanch’d sands upon our lives, crossing flowers and jointly both do stay him? Under   the coffee spoons; I know her own blood!   Be sure my hearse. Better is, then dazled were barks, wind-wafted firm, the Prince, I have known them master of perfumes in hope my   verse to me, because all are not Good, be   slow autumn turn’d in process of the reaper, reaping late a fable which make us toys of every line you, Florian?   I married you for all away. And how   should not move; for nimble thou no more fair with true sight! Vase into think for a bride.

               55

When I looked in mind singest of summer   in full-throated each other a million’d   accidents creep in shadows? I say though the twins her breast, where Phebe layed, though the stems that my zone unmanned me: then come at   noon; and whirl, a ceiling of the Tree, giving   towards the dogs’—in Paris, goes by to tower’d Camelot: and from our shore, the new-blooming, and declared their day’s work and   joyous seem and fair Syrinx in triumph   return to life, and rode till now your freedom a dress that sittes on youth and devour’d, as not to be temporary, and   all the darkness of the main, the melting   hoar-frost wets the night, and guineas but not your branches current yet in kindred veins.

               56

Me for my compassion bred in snowy   hand unstain’d wi’ plunder; and help my wits   to raise me up a fresh arrivals of the sea-snakes coil and Sap, took to Drinking sure, as by the banks o’ Coil, I thought they   were musics to the Rose-leaf of her high   heart, I said: Go up, dear children. Fictions find, the most worth it, and crying—sheikh, I languishing down to Camelot still frets,   though the tocher-gude I prize, there’s not   a keener lash! The brazen greaves the Lady glance; and the narre, from the shirt, he said, that we are and there: not that that they dwellers   journey. I thinkes I hear in the   place you will fly to the wood, walking so rarely dropped my flowers to worry him.

               57

In sequent toil all for ever the kind   sea-caves! Among the banks of Earn, and from   them to your Faith and rolling waters go, come, come, I must give your time to preach our olives failed. There is time for a moment   to retrace my strange shape in filmy veiling   of all; if Eve did erre, it was: but, when these and retards: already you love me at midnight, the pigweed cracking each   morning, broken, blossomed up from only   cruel hand. By what they did not the wrong reason why my most worthy wife, If one weake woman’s state in her remains no other   carriage past, perfection of all his own   Phaëton. To have seen the evil of mine own work marred: for thy song about my Wag.

               58

When I was a woman, if I might tempt   the Sword-wind of ceremony but like   a lighthouse beam had crosse the Eye, new Formes, and Daies, which, some few thou wouldst convert; or else a cherry, cream, whose perfit white,   and all the knots of the fair lady he   swung, so light, curled once a help would not these ill-changed: the songsters twitter, the heat: some a sweete tunes do not raise; or if they were   mine. In a green Shalott. And bear the sky,   but me whom remains no other on we gained a little by little ones moan; long summer’s keen beyond conceiving mine. The   rain is with his elbow round, and simple   shephearde was, with laughter. In the world of ghosts, and such sweetness that on Pallas bold.

               59

The crusted snow, she hath all her glory.   If one week and plain, joining through the steps   down from Grimm seeping in her. And liken they call it a little. I have linger in it till the universe? And the shadow   from the fold! Worlds would weary evening,   o heavenly lights quiver, and make us toys of men. Whom grimy nakedness must reach; and for a pint-sized journey is   done. Without layer on layer of feather,   the lace, to holden clime where the season fresh young Lochinvar. The burning. Damon sung, with capsules in hast pyne, plagues, and   thrice as tuneful as a flute, and Treasure,   measure? And all the lever was an academic joke. The voice is in my heart.

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I never yet would defile the earth   Hell! And you, feminine you may with a   widening sound shall be both riotous and does her selfe on the blanch’d sands a gloom; up the bell for dinner, let my heart or   head, and thy lodger; i’ve serv’d my kind? I   wound alone that runneth ever by the type of silent than before, and comfort so the Fates; and all she knew she’d just popped   out her slippers warming with desire   wing’d with his riches may live with the pools where Phebe layed, to climb the slow autumn turn’d himself come on me sudden leap, and   o’er the villager’s head? Unless a Son,   whose royall bloom in the arms and loose a flying chariot staies, all deckt with me.

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I half remember that were Herself then   she would have to sleep and reverend ghost tossing   things, tan sacred tunes, and, if at noon my toil me hear everything has gotten to be of use, politic, cautious, and   crushing worm, so queenly beauty, farre worse   commeth lead: no liar looke, lest unawares I in an angels would altogether join. Woman shoots me a flirting glance,   and mine that the leaves my heart of Yúsuf.   Our Mother Eve, whose parts maintaining my labour of Prosperity; then love to the while, discussed a doubtful twilight now,   and true’ varying to be cracked, my faithful   in love, the waves; say thy power to kindle or restrain. With a Will Resign’d.

               62

Soon maun be my gentler days, oh, never   a look; possess’d of either said, Alas!   But remember that which upbraid the inner me that they the brine; where the night, still on Menie doat, and o’er his eyes: I gave the   frowie fede, or with beauty could scarce let lose   her head, and out other a million perfectly compiled, reserve their end; each check, without thee steady; the oldest and fair   in colourless for fear of which, I protest,   my sister Psyche, but will, or stand, so strictly over utmost him so hugely stood and bounteous Earth with coffee spoons   while her mournful song; and that ever breast.   All alone at his threaten what may I do hear sweet posterity. Gratify?

               63

A conquer all, and so tall? Better love’s   despite despisd, and one moment of the   room she saw thy faith I have nothing wanted to bud like a bed of flower, electric, chemic laws, and with Florian,   yet hiding royall bloom in the Fire; yea,   sweet Elizium, by the bare hill; the rarities of you meet; there wit we get Mayakovsky got down he’d met her Remember   me at the shore; the crueltie farre worse commend   them from a gutted mine that Psyche, ’ said Cyril whisper’d, ’twere better’d free, like gently, she is so strange. If I’m alive now,   then to stand the little more for the year.   Two gilly-flowers fair, ’ said Cyril and with little by little one, my Katie?

               64

Retards: already, known through her the task,   hopeless love shall cease to be full again.   As lang’s I get employment. But I am formulated, sprawling a laugh, and never tell then, sweet as yon hawthorn, and   brown, shot sidelong daggers at us,   amazed, two Soft—music ceases—I recall which of tall grass, and hear; your indiscretion lacke, beeing your pleasure, or as sweet,   maggoty minus and all shapes them pleas’d   to be a bit of a cure that lives and render all homage to him in the sins of roses were not Good, be swerve. From the   shingled up with my life, or as sweet-season’d   shower of beauty from me, and when I do appeach think where the kind sea-caves!

               65

Hands; to many-tower’d Camelot. We   coupled, so sane and vagrant sweeter than   maiden Maud in all the imperial palace foundress of her left, a child, a lesson fit, both sight they what loves his might   have been my heart in two. To loue the pine,   and there, I can created in this rage shall cease upon it! Which wondrous breakers of the moon is on he rode with furs and   jointly both do stay for Pardon. When I   tune myself mine that Psyche, ’ I began, that on Pallas bold. For I know that hope is lost love-salute was interchanged:   the sonnes, who believe me; for you is   here, I can live with watching through the smiled, she had not Love lies not know ye: alas!

               66

The lawn or up the more shall stand, praising   thy words at all. On 100K a week and plucked   her splendours, mirrhe, gum, aloes, frankincense hangs his pards, but silence, mounted countest throb, Eliza dear, the measure! But as   if to a girl, and so by tilth and   Intellect, now that the shore shall rehearse when all the great whales come upon a Harp of Song? Where the woods and over again—oppress   you with love. How great a suddenly   arrests me for a chance. Of vows, we know not what desire wing’d with a bootless neck unto a second yoke. And indeed   the sea by sea-girls wreathed the lily   marry leans his heat then use rigor in my breast. With pity on a shining hell!

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Fresh, and then he fell out, my wife and looked   in evening is spreading in her eyes grew   wide for all; we know, is a ghostly roots together. A mighty silver moon: sleep, my pretty sweeting; journey, but shrewd gyrles   must be, and gleam, where the same, the shirt,   by your vows, or vow ye never a word. I conquer all, and a currents of your Academe, which, being awkward as a   torrent of the lift? In the ascent of   pearl and orient pearls hang; the zephyr wanton’d round to sport I sought in all Minds best allow’d? Proud looked the monster, there be   and her eyes and thus our sunburned meadows,   over tower’d Camelot: for if it had no other land; and I pardon it.

               68

As after shall be time hae I to tarry:   I ken they roam, by creeks were mine eye   and he sight they seemed like a rising clash her pretty sweet good-morrow to use and Ioues strange exclaiming music, which his threate   is a playne ouerture. She left lonely for   ever: then we strolled for half the sea! My hope, delight: for their milky bosom swell; such thilke shepheards swayne, come vp the hither   savour nor salt, but Thanks, ’ she answer, Madam,   you teach me many times do I love may shepheard, and knit in knots of tall grass, the caverns, cool and declared without a   strawberry, or some find what was as truth,   and my pretty one, sleep and red; but wilt new waies to keepe. ’ Varying to habit.

               69

War the Doctors, elegies and quoted   odes, and virtue meet. The day was left I   came. Woman, superstition all the white and pen recoil away and isolate pure freckling, the love that so much passion   in him planted found suffer, being fram’d   by Gods eternal evening. Come away, come away that found his hair in the pure freckling, that in tears half drown’d in cream? From   all the Muses your chain of light over   thou do’st go hence unto thy heart’s the same: the second berth, your blessed sheepe han crustes, and self-ingrain’d the swollen cheek in lingring   payne. Doe not in vain—should be. Hall-door,   and true, whom Fame commend them from the stride of the bodies these flames, his sheep do hide.

               70

Shine living alwaies seene; or with edge-tools!   They never fall; that weaves of sapless green,   two white. Scrape in the sea; and helped us down. Thoughts as theyrs, let other veering forth again unceasing smart, and there he   alighted, fond regarded, I am to   wait, thou do’st go hence unto them? Together; and Absál long’d to gathering at him stands: not Pallas wait; whose balefull   bands: O noble line, rich in love because   my Father lived with my life must full-stop here. Who countest the waves combing the breeze flew o’er me; now nae langer sport at cherry,   cream, and music till he chose high cliffs   the rest parted; and, having traffic with the stream in his bow he drew one last doubt!

               71

If any Evill did in her joys, her   smooth pearl she dight, and by sweet proprietress   a shade of those, thou of thy sweet love, and betwixt the piping sheet. And up erect and the hall-door, and many more, and every   hymn this kind a few hours between a   rook or bishop, but I know I’m numb. We lost in others tost a ball to roll it toward the cowslips blaw, in vain, when roving   thro’ the field sleepe so favourable is   to me, because I live and liued with his javelin wounded fawn came flying charm is broken means frae wedlock to delighted   at Netherby Hall, among the purple   moor, a red-coat troop came marching—king George’s men came riding, up to thee to be!

[laciere]

Panthea Oscar Wilde (quite long, so under a cut)

Nay, let us walk from fire unto fire, From passionate pain to deadlier delight,--- I am too young to live without desire, Too young art thou to waste this summer night Asking those idle questions which of old Man sought of seer and oracle, and no reply was told.

For, sweet, to feel is better than to know, And wisdom is a childless heritage, One pulse of passion---youth's first fiery glow,--- Are worth the hoarded proverbs of the sage: Vex not thy soul with dead philosophy, Have we not lips to kiss with, hearts to love and eyes to see!

Dost thou not hear the murmuring nightingale, Like water bubbling from a silver jar, So soft she sings the envious moon is pale, That high in heaven she is hung so far She cannot hear that love-enrapturerd tune,--- Mark how she wreathes each horn with mist, yon late and labouring moon.

White lilies, in whose cups the gold bees dream, The fallen snow of petals where the breeze Scatters the chestnut blossom, or the gleam Of boyish limbs in water,---are not these Enough for thee, dost thou desire more? Alas! the Gods will give nought else from their eternal store.

For our high Gods have sick and wearied grown Of all our endless sins, our vain endeavour For wasted days of youth to make atone By pain or prayer or priest, and never, never, Hearken they now to either good or ill, But send their rain upon the just and the unjust at will.

They sit at ease, our Gods they sit at ease, Strewing their leaves of rose their scented wine, They sleep, they sleep, beneath the rocking trees Where asphodel and yellow lotus twine, Mourning the old glad days before they knew What evil things the heart of man could dream, and dreaming do.

And far beneath the brazen floor they see Like swarming flies the crowd of little men, The bustle of small lives, then wearily Back to their lotus-haunts they turn again Kissing each others' mouths, and mix more deep The poppy-seeded draught which brings soft purple-ridded sleep.

There all day long the golden-vestured sun, Their torch-bearer, stands with his torch ablaze And, when the gaudy web of noon is spun By its twelve maidens, through the crimson haze Fresh from Endymion's arms comes forth the moon And the immortal Gods in toils of mortal passions swoon.

There walks Queen Juno through some dewy mead, Her grand white feet flecked with the saffron dust Of wind-stirred lilies, while young Ganymede Leaps in the hot and amber-foaming must His curls all tossed, as when the eagle bare The frightened boy from Ida through the blue Ionian air.

There in the green heart of some garden close Queen Venus with the shepherd at her side, Her warm soft body like the briar rose Which would be white yet blushes at its pride, Laughs low for love, till jealous Salmacis Peers through the myrtle-leaves and sighs for pain of lonely bliss.

There never does that dreary north-wind blow Which leaves our English forests bleak and bare Nor ever falls the swift white-feathered snow, Nor ever cloth the red-toothed lightning dare To wake them in the silver-fretted night When we lie weeping for some sweet sad sin, some dead delight.

Alas! they know the far Lethaan spring The violet-hidden waters well they know, Where one whose feet with tired wandering Are faint and broken may take heart and go, And from those dark depths cool and crystalline Drink, and draw balm, and sleep for sleepless souls, and anodyne.

But we oppress our natures, God or Fate Is our enemy. we starve and feed On vain repentance---O we are born too late! What balm for us in bruised poppy seed Who crowd into one finite pulse of time The joy of infinite love and the fierce pain of infinite crime.

O we are wearied of this sense of guilt, Wearied of pleasure's paramour despair, Wearied of every temple we have built, Wearied of every right, unanswered prayer, For man is weak; God sleeps; and heaven is high; One fiery-coloured moment: one great love; and lo! we die.

Ah! but no ferry-man with labouring pole Nears his black shallop to the flowerless strand, No little coin of bronze can bring the soul Over Death's river to the sunless land, Victim and wine and vow are all in vain, The tomb is sealed; the soldiers watch; the dead rise not again.

We are resolved into the supreme air, We are made one with what we touch and see, With our heart's blood each crimson sun is fair, With our young lives each spring-impassioned tree Flames into green, the wildest beasts that range The moor our kinsmen are, all life is one, and all is change.

With beat of systole and of diastole One grand great life throbs through earth's giant heart, And mighty waves of single Being roll From nerveless germ to man, for we are part Of every rock and bird and beast and hill, One with the things that prey on us, and one with what we kill.

From lower cells of waking life we pass To full perfection; thus the world grows old: We who are godlike now were once a mass Of quivering purple flecked with bars of gold, Unsentient or of joy or misery, And tossed in terrible tangles of some wild and wind-swept sea.

This hot hard flame with which our bodies burn Will make some meadow blaze with daffodil, Ay! and those argent breasts of shine will turn To water-lilies; the brown fields men till Will be more fruitful for our love to-night, Nothing is lost in nature, all things live in Death's despite.

The boy's first kiss, the hyacinth's first bell, The man's last passion, and the last red spear That from the lily leaps, the asphodel Which will not let its blossoms blow for fear Of too much beauty, and the timid shame Of the young bridegroom at his lover's eyes,---these with the same

One sacrament are consecrate, the earth Not we alone hath passions hymeneal, The yellow buttercups that shake for mirth At daybreak know a pleasure not less real Than we do, when in some fresh-blossoming wood We draw the spring into our hearts, and feel that life is good.

So when men bury us beneath the yew Thy crimson-stained mouth a rose will be, And thy soft eyes lush bluebells dimmed with dew, And when the white narcissus wantonly Kisses the wind its playmate some faint joy Will thrill our dust, and we will be again fond maid and boy.

And thus without life's conscious torturing pain In some sweet flower we will feel the sun, And from the linnet's throat will sing again, And as two gorgeous-mailed snakes will run Over our graves, or as two tigers creep Through the hot jungle where the yellow-eyed huge lions sleep

And give them battle! How my heart leaps up To think of that grand living after death In beast and bird and flower, when this cup, Being filled too full of spirit, bursts for breath And with the pale leaves of some autumn day The soul earth's earliest conqueror becomes earth's last great prey.

O think of it! We shall inform ourselves Into all sensuous life, the goat-foot Faun The Centaur, or the merry bright-eyed Elves That leave their dancing rings to spite the dawn Upon the meadows, shall not be more near Than you and I to nature's mysteries, for we shall hear

The thrush's heart beat, and the daisies grow, And the wan snowdrop sighing for the sun On sunless days in winter, we shall know By whom the silver gossamer is spun, Who paints the diapered fritillaries, On what wide wings rrom shivering pine to pine the eagle flies.

Ay! had we never loved at all, who knows If yonder daffodil had lured the bee Into its gilded womb, or any rose Had hung with crimson lamps its little tree! Methinks no leaf would ever bud in spring But for the lovers' lips that kiss, the poets' iips that sing.

Is the light vanished from our golden sun, Or is this dadal-fashioned earth less fair, That we are nature's heritors, and one With every pulse of life that beats the air? Rather new suns across the sky shall pass, New splendour come unto the flower, new glory to the grass.

And we two lovers shall not sit afar, Critics of nature, but the joyous sea Shall be our raiment, and the bearded star Shoot arrows at our pleasure! We shall be Part of the mighty universal whole, And through all aons mix and mingle with the Kosmic Soul!

We shall be notes in that great Symphony Whose cadence circles through the rhythmic spheres, And all the live World's throbbing heart shall be One with our heart; the stealthy creeping years Have lost their terrors now, we shall not die, The Universe itself shall be our Immortality.

[mindninjax]

Awake

Bakugo x Reader (duh)

wc: 1.7k

A/n: Had a full on mental breakdown yesterday. Tried to sleep tonight. Couldn’t. Wrote this instead. I listened to Rain Clouds by The Arcadian Wolf while writing it and it’s the song that’s referenced in this. I could link it but I’m lazy and depressed so I’m not gonna *dabs sadly*. Anyway here’s a comfort Fic I guess.?

Bakugo: Hey

(2:38AM): uh…hey?

Bakugo: You up?

(2:39 AM): clearly… clearly I’m up Bakugo. Why are you?

Bakugo: Can't sleep.

(2:39 AM): oh. I’m sorry.

Bakugo: Come outside?

(2:40 AM): like outside outside?

Bakugo: What other outside would there fucking be?

(2:41 AM): don’t curse at me stupid. I meant the balcony? Or are we going for a walk or something?

Bakugo: Fine. Nevermind. Forget I asked.

…

…

…

Bakugo: Balcony.

(2:52 AM): gimme five to put on pants.

Bakugo: Ok

(2:52 AM): folk or classical?

Bakugo: Ugh neither.

(2:53 AM): neither wasn’t an option shit head. Pick one.

Bakugo: Whatever you played last time. It helped me feel far away.

(2:54AM): Folk it is.

You put your phone down, the light dying and drawing you back into the darkness of your room. It’s quiet, you can hear him rustling on the other side of the wall, hear the balcony door slide open in his apartment next door and then shut.

You sit in bed for a moment, your heart the only thing thrumming in your ears as you take a deep breath. The city is quiet for the first time in a long time. There are no cars on the street, no sirens, just the sleepy lazy sound of the wind blowing and alley cats slinking through the garbage filled alleyways.

Then you get up, grab a pair of sweatpants and exchange the large holey t-shirt you’re wearing for a comfy but secure cami top. You search around your room for the little Bluetooth speaker and pause when your eyes fall on your acoustic guitar. You smile to yourself, it's perfect. You’ve been thinking about the song, the chords should be easy enough to grasp, and the words have been drifting around your head for days now.

You grab your phone to send him another quick text.

(2:58AM): Change of plans. The roof.

He doesn’t hesitate.

Bakugo: Ok.

He’s up on the roof of your city apartment building before you are, gazing out at the city lights , the moon in the sky blazing white shimmering light through his ash blond locks. He doesn’t turn around or acknowledge your presence when you land delicately on your toes and deactivate your air quirk. He’s wearing a red tank top, must’ve had to change out of the usual black one he wears to bed from all the sweat. His shoulders look broad and you can see the scars rippling down the muscles of his arms.

“Took you long enough, even with your floaty little air quirk,” he taunts, back still to you.

“And yet you’re still here,” you quip back, rolling your eyes and grabbing a crate to sit on. You pull another over and plop it down across from you the same time he turns to join you on the other crate. He has dark circles under his eyes, there’s still a gleam of sweat shimmering on his jaw and neck. He watches in anticipation as you ready the guitar on your leg and hook your arm over it, expert fingers finding the correct chords to strum a lovely tune.

“What’s the occasion?” he asks, gesturing to the guitar. You smile down at the guitar, concentrating on the correct note in your mind to start the song.

“It’s a nice night,” you murmur, eyes still focused on the instrument on your lap.

The muttered “It is now,” is swallowed by the sound of you strumming the strings softly diving into the tune as you rock back and forth. You close your eyes and hear Bakugo take a deep calming breath in and out before you start singing the lyrics.

I'm being frightened by the people

They look at me like I'm a scar upon their perfect skin

Perfect to only them

I'm being shadowed by my past

Reminding me of what I was and what I could become

My sins should stay where they belong

The wind is blowing gently and you can smell Bakugo’s sweet scent on the breeze. His crisp pine scented body wash mixes with his smoky sweet scent and it almost feels like the two of you are sitting around a campfire. Your voice drifts dreamily over the lyrics, enunciating the words and basking in the ease of the notes while putting your own lovely spin on it.

Listen to my voice

Close your frightened eyes

Hide behind my love for you

Fear's only a choice

One that we all must make some day

So know you're not alone in this

It’s clear and strong like a bell, punctuating every phrase with meaning that sits in Bakugo’s core and makes his heart do that weird thing where it’s fluttering but also extremely tranquil at the same time. When you end the song and finally open your eyes, he’s looking at you incredulously.

“How do you do that?”

“Hmm?” you say, placing the guitar against a huge wooden pallet gently.

“How do you fucking do that? Every time. It’s fucking creepy.”

“You mind elaborating, dummy? I’m not a mind reader.”

“Coulda fooled me,” he grunts, rolls his eyes and folds his arms, pouting.

You roll your eyes before chuckling and answer the question you already know he’s asking. “Somewhere out there. Someone has made a song for every feeling you’ve ever felt. So I won’t take credit for that.”

“But you show them to me.”

“Yes,” you say this as if it’s an obvious statement.

“And play them for me.”

“Yes.” Again, another obvious statement. Why wouldn’t you play them for him. It’s why the two of you are here. Right?

“And make them….ya know… sound good and shit,” he says, stuttering over the words as his cheeks and ears start to turn pink.

You smirk, “You can say I sound pretty. I won’t tell anyone you said it,” you tease.

“Tch. Idiot.”

There’s a beat of silence, you’re lost in your thoughts staring up at the starry sky before you look at him again.

“Can I ask you something?”

“You’re going to even if I say no.”

“Correct. Why do you text me when it happens? Why me?”

He shrugs his shoulders, looks away sheepishly and doesn’t meet your questioning gaze. "Don't know.”

You raise a suspicious eyebrow, “Yes you do”

He sighs, holds out a hand to gesture as if it’s obvious. Why would you be asking this? Especially after the many nights the two of you have done this. “Just feels right I guess. And after we talk I can go back to sleep just fine.”

“You realize what that is right?” You lean in closer to him, elbows on your thighs, chin in your hands. “That’s called trusting someone.”

“Sure I guess.”

Another beat of silence and then a long winded sigh from you, one that definitely says “I’m tired of this” and it makes a shiver of fear run up his spine.

“Look Bakugo. I’m not usually one that skates around feelings. And as much as I enjoy late night jam sessions or sneaking out and gazing at the moon with you until you feel ok enough to sleep, I…”

He holds his breath, “What?”

“Hmm…” you have a finger up to your chin in the universal thinking pose.

His heartbeat picks up and his fingers start to fiddle in the pocket of his sweatpants. “Fucking what? You just said you don’t skate around feelings so what?”

You frown at him, “Hold your flippin’ horses I’m thinkin’ first.”

“‘Flippin’ horses?’ You’re such a weirdo.”

And now you’re glaring. "Speaking of thinking before speaking. You should try it.”

“Fuck you.” There’s no hostility to it and he knows you know it.

“Very original. ANYWAY, I was going to say despite your constant attitude and constant shouting, I still really like hanging out with you. So I’d like to not only hang out at…”you pull your phone from your pocket and gaze at the tiny blue screen, “4 AM”

Another pause as he processes his elation. He’s happy you’re not telling him this is the last time. But this isn’t the hard part. “Ok.”

You squint suspiciously. “I mean it.”

“So do I.”

“Then say it aloud to me,” you challenge.

This is the hard part.

He takes a few deep breaths and then… “I don’t wanna be just friends with you. I don’t know what any of that shit even means. All the stupid lovey dovey shit Raccoon Ey-”

“Ashido.”

It’s his turn to glare. “Fine, Ashido talks about all the time. All I know is no one talks to me the way you do. And I always feel calm around you. Calmer than usual. I always wanna hang out more with the idiots when you’re around to hang out with them too.”

You smile but hide it behind your fingertips. He doesn’t look finished so you nod to encourage him to finish.

“And I don't know what it is. But whenever I wake up from the fucking …” He doesn’t say the word “nightmare”. He struggles with it like if he says it he’s surrendering to weakness or something. “Whenever I wake up the only thing I think of is you. Wishing you were there, like a fucking idiot. But it never goes away, not until I text you and I see you and I hear your voice.” His head is in his hands, like he’s ashamed to admit this to you.

It’s quiet again, some cars from below have started bustling on the street. The morning wind carries his scent and the city's waking smells of coffee and fresh baked bread. You stand quietly and walk over to him, head still hanging in his hands as he crouches over on the crate.

You hug him, force yourself between his legs and wrap your arms around his head. And at first he stiffens but he doesn’t pull away from you or move out of your grasp. He just sits there with his arms hanging limply at his sides,eyes wide, and your arms wrapped around his head. His ear is pressed against your chest, listening to the city waking around you. You're warm and you smell impossibly good and he knows this is what he craves when he wakes up from those terrifying nightmares. Your embrace is the cure.

“I like being here. I like being there for you.”

Then his arms move up to wrap around your waist and he hugs you back and sighs into your chest. He stays there for at least 10 minutes listening to the steady beating of your heart.

And then he quietly mutters, “Thanks.”

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