#which has felt like a full day in-sys

[the-furies]

sometimes cofronting with sourcemates is just like. Yes I remember you I remember how you treated me in source it Hurted but also rn I don't care about that anymore right now I would Kill For You. I care about you. I hate you. You're still a bastard btw. <3.

[luminiamore]

basketball player ony x black spiritual reader

warnings: he sucks the soul out yo p**sy!

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The beginning of your second semester was in just a few days and to say you were excited was an understatement. Right before the first semester ended, you had undergone a ‘second’ spiritual awakening, as you like to call it. You decided you were tired of meaningless sex, worn out from talking to random guys, knowing they were leading nowhere; it never felt aligned with your spirit. The man you were having a fling with was supposed to be just that, a fling. But, of course, you ended up catching feelings.

It was ironic since you were the one who labeled it so as not to catch feelings, but of course, the universe reminded you that your soul wasn’t like that. Sex was an extremely big deal for you, so while he was attractive and could put it down better than the average man, his lack of appreciation was evident. His disrespect left you no choice but to sever ties completely; you blocked him on all socials, removing him from your life completely.

That same week, you had taken the time to really connect with the spiritual side of yourself again. You went back to doing shadow work to confront and shed your limiting beliefs while unpacking your trauma. Starting meditation again became a part of your daily routine, and you even started watching podcasts giving advice on how to liberate yourself from your past.

You started to take care of your physical health, too, signing up for a gym membership and eating full meals with a lot of protein to get your ass right. You were feeling like yourself again, and the feeling of liberation it brought was profound.

You had reevaluated your opinion and feelings toward money, too, deciding that every cent spent would be towards elevating your life one way or another. The universe, naturally rewarded your high vibration, drawing abundance to you in unprecedented ways. Your college sent you a generous check of $10,000, which you ensured was put to good use.

And fast forward just two months into your second semester, it was.

Your life had ascended to an entirely new level: your lashes were consistently sitting pretty, you were opting for waxing every 3-4 weeks, and your wardrobe underwent a complete overhaul- all in shades of pink, of course.

While you always prioritized your hygiene with the money your parents provided you with, now it was tenfold. You invested in new skincare and body care, and your hair flaunted a freshly laid style every 2-3 weeks. Your appearance radiated beauty, mirroring the inner confidence you felt. Thanks to your mindset, showed up as your best self every day.

In your macroeconomics class, you pondered all this, sitting adorable in a light pink tracksuit. The zipper of your sweater was slightly lowered, revealing your perky breasts, while a subtle smile graced your full brown glossed lips. You snapped out of your daze when you heard a whisper of your name from behind you.

“Y/n,” his deep, husky voice caused an immediate reaction within you. Your body moved on its own accord to face him, Onyankopon. Your attraction toward him grew slowly but gradually; it crept up on you unexpectedly. You remember when you first looked at him, immediately struck by his towering stance and commanding presence.

Despite your own tall stature, standing at an impressive 5’8, you were accustomed to men around your height or just slightly taller. It came as a surprise when you found yourself having to crane your neck to meet his gaze. What made your panties drop was his need to bend down slightly to catch your soft-spoken words. This was new.

The universe has to be testing you. What other reason could there possibly be? The way he looked at you, so deep into your soul when he asked you a question about the group project your professor assigned. His gentle manner of speaking made it feel as though it was just the two of you in the entire classroom. It had to be a test.

You’re tuned back into the classroom atmosphere when a large tatted hand waves slowly in your face. Blinking rapidly, you immediately chide yourself inwardly for having been caught staring straight at him without saying anything.

“Oh, sorry,” you murmur, avoiding his intense gaze. You silently plead with the universe, questioning why he had to look at you like that.

Ony chuckles at your embarrassment, he found you adorable. “You good, mama. But for our project, we’d set up a biomass service with an active but limited government, right?” his head tilts curiously as he addresses you, getting lost in your perfect face.

“Uh- yea. We’d have market prices to help fund it, too,” you whispered back to him, missing the way his eyes were studying your face. To him, you are stunning beyond measure. When he first introduced himself, he felt that beautiful was too inadequate of a word to describe you. He couldn’t stop himself from getting lost in your captivating energy.

Too entranced, he simply nodded at your answer, licking his lips while looking at yours. Your professor ended the class early today, assigning an assignment based on a textbook specifically meant for that class—a textbook you hadn’t bothered to spend your money on.

After packing your belongings, you made your way to the front of the class to sign your name in for attendance; while doing so, you heard the sugary voice of your professor,

“You know the project is due in around two weeks, so I wanted to check in on you and see how your progress with your group is so far,”

The minute she said this, an almost forgotten idea came into your head as you quickly replied, “Oh, right! I wanted to ask you to look over what we have so far, to make sure we’re on the right path.”

She immediately nodded affirmatively, “Of course, show me.”

You swiftly pulled out your laptop with a smile, expecting it to open instantly since you had just closed it. To your dismay, you were wrong— so wrong. Glancing around the almost empty classroom, you turned your attention to your computer to figure out exactly why it was taking so long to open, only to find the word ‘updating’ displayed. This prompted frown to crease on your face. I just closed it. Why is it updating now? you thought.

You sensed his presence before laying eyes on him, feeling his towering and imposing figure approach from directly behind you. Instinctively you pressed your full hips against the desk you were leaning on to not accidentally graze him. He was so big though; you knew if you turned around you wouldn’t find much space between the two of you. he stood right next to you.

You glanced around the room once more, only to find it empty. Inwardly rolled your eyes, you couldn’t help but attribute this to the universe when you peeked back at your laptop and found the PowerPoint for your project finally displayed on your screen.

Interrupting the conversation Ony and your professor were having about his last basketball game of the season, you turned your computer to show your professor all the slides you had finished. What you didn’t anticipate was Ony also looking at it.

You could sense his gaze on you, observing your every move as you flipped through the slides, listening to the praise your professor bestowed upon you after each one. When you finally finished and stood up straight, you turned to look up at him, only to find him already staring at you, his expression one of awe. Time seemed to freeze for a good minute as you locked eyes with him. The tension between you was palpable, so thick that for a moment, you wondered if your professor could sense it too, as she continued to praise the work you had done, casting a glance at both of you with a small smile on her face.

You quickly looked away and closed your computer once more, placing it in your knitted tote bag that was decorated in pink bows. Fuck.

You were planning on leaving, not wanting to overstay when you noticed he asked a question to clarify your research paper due a month from now. You couldn’t excuse yourself just yet because although the question was for him specifically, she addressed both of you when she answered.

You think that if you stayed this close to him for another minute, your slick would drip down on the floor from how wet you were getting, especially from the casual glances he kept sending your way while your professor rambled on.

When she finished, you didn’t hesitate to leave, wishing her a good weekend without acknowledging Ony, too afraid you might embarrass yourself. Once again, he simply glanced at you, admiring how your ass looked so plump and fat in the pretty tracksuit you wore. Your colorful waist beads and dermal piercings only adding onto your irresistible allure.

He found himself needing to adjust his sweats, feeling his bulge growing larger as his thoughts drifted to how he simply wanted to hold you, love you—he yearned to consume you completely. You were driving him insane.

You knew of your crush on Ony, but you had ignored it knowing how intense your feelings could become when you liked someone. You just started your spiritual journey again; you didn’t have the time to like someone. You were determined not to entertain it, but with each encounter during your class and even occasionally seeing him outside of class, the urge to get closer to him only intensified.

You went about the rest of classes for the day seamlessly, trying to forget about the 6’7 man that began consuming your mind on a daily basis. Fortunately, you hadn’t seen him for the rest of the day, which you were grateful for, you didn’t know if your panties could handle anymore.

The moment you opened the door to your studio apartment, your beautiful black cat greeted you instantly.

“Hi, my baby,” you cooed as you bent down slightly to pet her. She greatly accepted the attention, instantly trilling at you and rolling over on her back to showcase her stomach.

Later that night you promptly took a cold shower, cleansing your body of all the energies that had attached themselves to you from spending all day around people. Once done, you wrapped your pink towel around your body and sat on the edge of your bed to light your Venus Rose incense. This was your peace.

You reached over to your bedside table, taking your strawberry hemp lotion and treating your body to a much need massage. Then, you grabbed your shea butter baby oil and repeated the same process. Opting to stay naked for the night, you settled back on your silk pillows and basked in the moment.

Your moment was interrupted by a sudden ding on your phone. You smiled when you realized who it was. it was from one of your closest friends, your only friend after you had removed all the toxic people from your life, checking up on you.

Her name was Josefina, and that girl was your rock. one of the few people in your life that encouraged your growth and wasn’t afraid to call you out on your shit when you weren’t on top of game. And of course, you did the same for her. You hadn’t told her about this crush yet, and honestly you were nervous to do so.

“So, i have to tell you something,” you start after you both had been rambling on the phone for about 20 minutes. She gives you a look that can only be described as, ‘what now’. You have a reputation for relying on your intuition and making decisions based on your feelings, but she didn’t judge. Instead, she simply tilted her head and nodded, indicating that she was listening attentively.

“I have a crush on this guy in my group for the big project I told you about. his name is Ony and he is so tall and big girl, oh my god,” you let out a slight squeal as you drift off into a daydream about him.

She giggles at your reaction and lets out a small sigh of relief, which you notice.

“Bitch, i thought you went back to the dread-head you were fucking”, you shoot her a disgusted glance at the mere suggestion, causing her to laugh even harder before she goes on, “I know you don’t like confrontation, so let’s start small, yeah? You have an assignment due next week, right? Just ask him for the textbook since you don’t have it.”

Your eyes widen, and you start making small kissing noises through the screen as if she were there to receive them. “I love you so bad, i’m gonna give you a big kiss when i see you,” she returns the sentiment with a flushed face before you move on to another topic. You both stay on the phone for another hour, discussing your beliefs and interests. This was how it always was with her; you never felt the need to prove yourself, it was effortless to just be yourself.

The weekend arrived swiftly, almost unexpectedly so. With the looming threat of a failing grade and the risk of plummeting from a 3.7 GPA to a mere 2, the only option left was to muster the courage and text your crush, requesting the textbook you desperately needed.

You pull his number from the group chat that included everyone in your group and immediately got to work.

Your heart was beating abnormally fast, you’re going to his dorm. The same thought repeated in your mind at least 30 times before you actually got up and started getting ready. You search through your closet and select a pink tube top that fits snugly around your chest, pairing it with a long, flowing black skirt that grazes the floor. Naturally, you accessorize your outfit with a variety of waist beads and a jade Buddha necklace.

You swiftly fix the baby hairs on your black curly lace and send Ony your location, with a small text of ‘I'm ready,’ accompanying. When he notified you that the Uber had arrived, you hurriedly slipped on your beach sandals and grabbed your laptop and keys. The ride felt long, your nerves ramping up with each passing moment. Finally arriving on campus, you made your way to his dorm room and knocked. As the door opened, your breath caught in your throat at the sight of him, shirtless. Gray sweats hanging dangerously low on his hips, his fat bulge just staring at you.

Why? Why is it so big?

It felt as if time stood still in that moment, and you could only hope for the universe’s mercy.

“Come in, mama” he urges you in with a hand on your lower waist, lightly grazing your dermal piercings. Ony felt weak in the knees when you walked through his door. You were tempting him. With your pretty belly ring of the Ankh symbol twinkling at him. His mind went straight to the rapid movements they would make once he had your smooth legs on his shoulders, feeding you deep thrusts. You were tempting him, you had to be.

“You don’t have a roommate?” You look around the large tidy dorm, but you realized you only saw one set of keys by the door. He takes your laptop and keys and places it on the small wooden desk in front of his couch, right next to the textbook you needed.

He hums, “Nah, I need my privacy,” He grabs your hand and sits you down right next to him. You felt shivers run down your spine from the mere heat coming off of his palm. “You want some water before we start, mama?”

You flush at the pet name he always uses and look down at your classic french nails. “No, thank you Ony.”

Ony didn’t like when you avoided his stare, he wanted to see your beautiful brown eyes. He wanted to see your soul.

“Can you look at me?” He whispers and runs a crooked finger under your chin and tilts it towards him. Your lips were so plump and he held back a groan when you released a small gasp at his action. Your eyes flicker between your nails and his eyes until they finally relax into his gaze.

You could get lost in the way he looks at you, so sinful and passionate. The passion you’ve been longing for. Ony sensed this as he gives a sly smile, “There you go, good girl.”

Fuck. You’re sure the thong you put on 30 minutes ago were already drenched in your mess. If you had the bet, they probably stained your skirt too. That’s the effect he had on you. Ony was in the same boat you were, he knew what he was doing when he put on those gray sweats before he opened the door. Once you glanced down for a split second at his lap and quickly looked up, avoiding his stare yet again, he knew his plan had worked. You can’t get anything past him.

“You want it baby? I’ll give it to you. All you need to do is ask.” His hand began gripping your throat slowly, but firm. You gasped as he pulled you towards him. You were a breath away from his lips, and honestly you couldn’t take the tension anymore.

“O-Ony- We have to work on-” He cuts off your stumbled words before you could finish.

“But you want it, right?” He noticed the way you rubbed your thighs together when he tightened his grip on your throat. He leans to give a small peck to your adam’s apple causing you to grip his shoulders, his big shoulders. “Tell me you want it Y/n.”

“Please- ah!” Ony sucked on a particular sweet spot, hard. He tried to wait until you were at least half way done with the assignment, but how dare you? How dare you come into his dorm looking the way you did? And you expected him not to rip everything off of you and ravage your entire being? Silly you.

That’s how you found yourself in your current position On your back with your lace thong hanging off the tip of his TV and your thighs suffocating his head as he completely sucked the soul out of your clit. Ony was a desperate man, and after one taste of the heavenly slick between your legs, he couldn’t function properly anymore without being in it.

“Oh f-fuck Ony-” He hummed encouragingly and licked faster, eager to taste your cum, eager to see your twisted face when you cum for him.

“You got it, mama. Fuck you taste so good.” You couldn’t handle the pressure you felt, his tongue was eating you so fast. You let out a sinful moan when his tongue started moving in and out of your little quivering hole. Your back arched up off the couch as you grind your lower hips on his wet face. You were dripping everywhere.

You didn’t know what to grab, your hands scrambling around your pretty tits to the couch then back to your tits again. You couldn’t think- you had no thoughts in your brain but Ony and more.

Something was coming, you felt the boiling heat in your lower stomach. And Ony knew what was coming when your angelic mewls started getting shaky and you began pushing your hips away from the onslaught on your poor drenched pussy. He wasn’t having any of that, he tightens his grip on your hips right below your waist beads.

“S-shit I’m- Oh fuck. Ony I-” He somehow went faster, his tongue rolling all over your engorged bud. He ignored your attempts to tap out, he just wanted to please you. Can’t you see that? Why were you running away from him?

“Don’t run Y/n.” The mere octave in his voice caused a broken whimper to escape your messy glossed lips. You were an absolute mess, just from his skillful tongue alone. Your wig slightly lifting, your breathing erratic and irregular, drool now falling, and your arousal overflowing onto both his face and couch. Ony liked you like this. No, he loved you like this.

Your mouth opened into a silent scream, you came unexpectedly rapid. There was no warning when you did, you saw white spots in your vision and wailed out “Ony!”You just gave Ony everything you had, cream and squirt, and Ony, like the greedy man he was, took it all. Unashamedly so.

You thought he would stop after your hips stuttered and bucked for the fifth time in a row, but it’s a good thing you don’t get paid for thinking.

Ony grunted out in between what he decided was his meal, sending heavy shockwaves against your dripping core, “Don’t wanna-” Slurp. “Can’t fuck you without-” Slurp. “Taking you out first.” Squelch. “So let me eat you, okay, mama?” Squish. “You can take it, I know you can.”

You felt your clit twitch in his warm mouth. Ony wanted more from you, so, he took his long middle finger and easily slipped it inside your fluttering hole. Your eyes rolled into the back of your skull and you choked out another loud cry.

He started slow, barely reaching deep in you but he got mesmerized at the way your pussy juice was leaking onto his palm, so he gradually went faster. He wanted more. He latched onto your clit again and coaxes another tatted finger inside of you, splitting apart your warm walls. He became obsessed with the strangled noises you sung out.

“Oh-Oh god. Ah!” You squeal when he curls his fingers against your g-spot and abuses the spongy spot repeatedly. You couldn’t take it. You think you were hyperventilating, but he somehow managed to keep you calm when he intertwined his fingers with yours gently. His dynamic was making your mind scramble. The way he sucked the life out of you while gently caressing your soft hands couldn’t be normal.

You were becoming breathless when you felt the same fire from before come back, tenfold. You were going to lose it.

Ony encouraged you with a muffled voice, “Yeah baby, just like that. Come for me, I’m right here.” He didn’t want to let up for a second. Your body listens against your minds will. You knew you were safe, drenching his face in your essence felt safe. You scream out one last breathy moan before Ony pulls away from your sticky fat pussy lips.

If he didn’t stop now, the girthy cock he had in his pants would’ve have completely battered your pussy in the next second. And like he told you, he wanted to court you first. You gasp and fall down heavily on your back, your breathing loud as you try and catch your shaky breaths.

“You good?” He asks as he looks up at your blissed out face from his kneeled position. This nigga is not serious. Asking if you’re good after he just obliterated your pussy before he even got to fuck you. You didn’t respond, only gave him an exasperated look, which he chuckled at.

“I didn’t want to see you like this before I properly asked you out. But, you just looked so pretty.” He begins as he gets up and walks a few feet away from you to get you some water and a wet wipes. If Ony hadn’t left you temporarily immobilized you would’ve covered your face in embarrassment.

“You make me weak Y/n, and I’d never forgive myself if I didn’t take this chance. Let me take you on a date..please?” He sounded so vulnerable, his voice had a hint of pleading attached to it. You wanted this man so bad, it was impossible for you to say no. He cleaned you up as he awaited your answer with high breaths of anxiety.

You whisper in a hoarse voice, “Yes- yes Ony.” You pull him down towards you and wrap your thighs around his waist. You smiled as your mind went back to the Tarot reading you did last week that promised love in the near future. Maybe, just maybe, this was it. Ony could do nothing but fall harder.

[witchersmistress]

Family is everything

Hello my darlings i am back!! this particular story is for the lovely @livesinfantasyland so this is my apology to you!

Trigger warnings: warm and fuzzy feelings, angst, saucy feelings and irritations at yours truly

Word count: 1k

my usual warnings, you do not have permission to copy my work in any shape way or form, if you do ill find you and haunt you for the rest of your days

You hated family get-togethers more than anything. Sure you got to see your mom, dad and siblings but that wasn't what made you dread them, not even your mom’s brother whom you rarely see and stopped calling your uncle when you were 15. No no no, it was much worse, it was your fathers best friend that he had met in the military, someone who has known you all your life, someone who not even 30 minutes ago had you cumming in your childhood bedroom, with the pink walls and white frilly covers on your full size bed, because you wore a short dress to the cook out and he didn't like it, that was the man you dreaded to see in a public setting

Captain . Logan. Fucking. Syverson.

That smug mother fucker with his texan drawl, over there sipping a beer with dad,running his hand down his face, his distinctive hand tattoo with some bite marks glaring back at me,  like his face wasnt just buried in my pussy while i bit down on that hand to prevent my screams from escaping. I mean sure with him i have absolutely no problem if he text me “ STFUATTDLAGG”

And I do, no questions asked, like Daddys good little whore, but seeing him at family gatherings or out in public when I am with mom or dad is the bane of my existence. That man damn well knows the effect he has over me and knows i don't control my facial expressions or my mouth all that well, which is why his spreader bar and i have are the best of friends most times. He says I look pretty with my anklets. So you know what I did, I got one of those anklets that have to be welded on much like the bracelets. The look on his face was priceless. My ass was red hours later but totally worth it. I was grinning like the cat who ate the canary, while my mom asked me all sorts of questions about it. My father shook his head and Sy just drawled “Kids will be kids you know” but that wink he gave me while he took a long sip of his beer told me that I was indeed in deep shit, and I loved it.

So that is our game, I find new ways to disobey him and I get punished and I love it. Before I get too far ahead of myself, I probably should explain how I ended up in this situation in the first place and how I ended up with my dad’s best friend being my dom. It's a classic situation of the wrong place at the wrong time. I was out in LA visiting an old friend and Sy was out here for work so my parents felt comfortable letting me go. I lied to his face when I said I was staying in for the night, total bullshit lies but how can you tell someone whom you've known forever that you were going to check out a sex club and put yourself up on the auction block?

Well you don't so you lie like your life depends on it. So here I am drinking a fruity cocktail at the bar waiting for my name to be called. My best friends Ed and Jill were here with me. After all this was her idea and Ed just came along for the ride “Come on’ she said “Lighten up, it's not like you're selling yourself, you are offering up an hour of your time and you get a percentage off your final price'' she wiggled her eyebrows at me. I pulled at my black mini dress “You look hot” Ed said when he was done ogling this drop dead gorgeous male waiter that just walked by, Ed always knew how to pick them. The good looking ones that will break your heart. Syverson included. The club was buzzing with more activity than usual. 

“What's all the fuss about?” I mused out loud. “The boss man is here” a deep barton voice said behind me, causing me to jump. It was the bartender, a sneaky bastard. Placing a hand on my chest, he threw a white towel over his shoulder and gave me a wink before walking away. Jill and Ed were in some kind of debate when a woman dressed in all black with red heels approached me “ Ms. Harlowe?” I nodded, setting my empty glass on the bar, “If you would follow me, you are to be called next” I gulped and followed after her. Jill and Ed gave me a thumbs up as I walked away.

As we walked through the smoky lounge I felt as if ice water was spilled down the back of my neck and down my spine. I looked around to see if I could pinpoint the culprit but it was too crowded to even begin to figure it out. That feeling followed me all the way up to the stage, where the woman rattled off some of the basic rules which I wasn't listening to. I was too busy looking out at the crowd. I spotted Ed and Jill towards the back and the butterflies in my stomach settled but i couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching me from one of those dark corners

“Now Ladies and gentlemen, our last bid for the evening is the lovely, this stunning briar rose, Aurora Harlowe'' swallowing the lump in my throat i made my way into the spotlight and looked around the room, men had sat up straight, specifically one gentlemen in the back, i could only see from his chest down, he had an empty tumblr in his hand that i thought was going to break since he was squeezing it so hard that his knuckles were turning white.

He slammed back what was in the glass before waving to the waitress for another one. Even though i couldn't see him, i knew his gaze was trained on me, the auctioneers voice pulled me out of the haze that Mr. Whiskey had casted on me “ for just one hour of her time, the bidding will start at $10,000” one man called out 11 and another man called out 12, but my heart stopped when a deep timber yelled “$15,000 for the girl” my heart dropped out of my chest and into my stomach there was no doubt in my mind that was Mr. Whiskey himself.

[tossawary]

Rules: Share the first line of ten of your most recent fanfics and then tag ten people. Don't have ten? Not to worry, just share what you have. Tagged by @otakuchan449.

I did all of my fics, which are unsurprisingly all SVSSS, because I was curious as to the patterns. I usually like to name the POV character and illustrate their style of narration in the first paragraph, which is generally humorous, so people know quickly whether or not they're going to vibe with my style. I also like starting in the middle of a situation / inciting incident if possible, so we can hit the ground walking briskly if not running, and get to the good stuff.

23. Shang Houhua - someday unfortunately to be known as Shang Qinghua, once unfortunately known in another life as Airplane Shooting Towards The Sky - came back to himself abruptly. (if words could make wishes - WIP MBJ Time Travel AU from SQH POV)

22. If the System was to be trusted, which it generally was when it came to making Shang Qinghua’s life worse for no good reason, then today was the day! (Stepping Up - 90k Canon Divergence AU, An Ding Disciple LBH)

21. Shen Yuan was conscious when he was reborn, though he didn’t know what was happening at the time, because all he knew at first was pain and golden dust. (Sit With Your Soul - 61k SQQ & SY Daemon Fusion AU)

20. Shang Houhua was thirteen going on, uh, fourteen plus a whole other life that sometimes felt more like a dream than something that had actually happened. (hey, share the weight a little - 70k Canon Divergence AU, YQY/SQH)

19. “Shifu? Forgive the interruption, but there’s a woman here to see you?” (love to the ones I've never met - 83k Fic Companion, Dimension Travel)

18. Jiahui just needs to check that her restaurant hasn’t burned down. (forgiveness for whose sake? - 48k Fic Companion and Epilogue)

17. Luo Binghe knows he isn’t supposed to be doing what he’s doing, but given that he has no other way of getting answers, he does it anyway. (you had me at hello - 5k Non-Canon Fic Extra)

16. “My king, don’t touch that-!” (A Child Once - 101k Canon Divergence AU, Deaged SQH)

15. The world was dark, woven from a black so infinite that it looked flat, and it was full of light. (Catch a Falling Star - 122k Bingliushen Stardust AU)

14. Shang Qinghua woke up having a bad day - forget going through puberty twice, because in this transmigrator’s opinion, having to experience a new round of “first day of school” bullshit year after year was worse - and speed-walking through the Cloud Recesses wasn’t helping him get through it any faster. (Nothing to Me, Nothing to You - 60k Moshang MDZS AU)

13. Mobei-Jun’s search for Shang Qinghua had taken him to many strange places. (dreams that had never come true - 14k MBJ Time Travel AU)

12. It would be a lie to say that Shang Qinghua wasn’t too sure what had happened. (every haircut I've ever had has been a bad haircut - 5k Moshang Hurt/Comfort)

11. The situation was bad. (Babe in the Woods - 19k Canon Divergence AU, MBJ has a baby brother)

10. Shen Qingqiu was perfectly capable of piloting his own ship, but that day, like many others, found Liu Qingge leaning against a column by the hangar entrance, waiting for Shen Qingqiu as he prepared to leave Qing Jing Peak Temple. (this point of pale light - 18k Liushen Star Wars AU)

9. Liu Mingyan was the model of a refined and accomplished cultivator. (but that's fine because I like a hot mess - 3k Mingling Getting Together)

8. Shen Qingqiu had made use of many excuses over the years to avoid the presence of the man who was now his own sect leader, some of which had even been good. (the ability to remain sober and gracious - 4k Canon Divergence AU, Qijiu Xuan Su sword reveal)

7. Shang Qinghua’s head hurt and his eyes were watering and he was beginning, just maybe, to think that creating an experimental stimulant because he missed the non-organic goodness of energy drinks with an unreasonable passion had been a bad idea. (anxiety and caffeine are having a cockfight in my brain - 2k Moshang Hurt/Comfort)

6. The library’s front door flew open so violently that it could be heard even at Shen Yuan’s desk nearer to the back of the main hall, which sat in front of the way to the computer rooms. (Absolutely Ineffable - 10k Good Omens Fusion AU)

5. Once there was a summer in which upon arriving home from university, Shen Yuan was immediately told that he was being sent away to the heart of the country to stay with his distant uncle, whether he liked it or not. (The Red Cabinet - 7k Narnia Fusion AU)

4. It took… Shang Qinghua… a while to figure out that demons actually had horns in this realized version of his sellout stallion web-novel. (Horns - 11k MBJ has sexy horns AU)

3. So, apparently, a portal burning with demonic energy had opened up over Qing Jing Peak and another Shang Qinghua had fallen out of it, and the wound in the sky had unfortunately closed again pretty much immediately. (ever wonder if the person in the puddle is real - 7k Non-Canon Fic Extra, SQH meets AU SQH)

2. So, Airplane Shooting Towards The Sky, the dearly despised and fervently favorited author of Proud Immortal Demon Way, died in a vaguely humiliating fashion… and then he transmigrated. (it must follow, as the night the day - 26k Moshang Role Reversal AU, Demon SQH and Cultivator MBJ)

1. Shang Qinghua has not been having a stellar transmigration experience. (pride is not the word I'm looking for - 400k Canon Divergence AU, LBH's Mother Lives)

This serves as a pretty good round-up of all my currently posted fics! There are far too many in my WIP folders to begin including everything in there.

I've been a little out of touch with reading fanfiction lately, so please, if you wish, take this post as an opportunity to participate in this game and tag me in it! I highly recommend taking a moment to revisit and admire your own fan works! Look at all that cool stuff you did! If you only have WIPs, then I don't mind if you use WIPs. Sometimes our pieces of writing are full, intensely detailed paintings that take years to complete and sometimes they're just rough sketches we do to warmup or have creative fun when we have the time, and sharing both is nice.

And if you don't have your own fan works to pull from, then I'd still love to see a list of opening lines from some of your favorite fics by other people. Any fandom you like! Give me those fic recs! Give me the opening lines of your favorite published novels if there's one you've been itching to gush about.

[desudog]

honestly i dont know if im essentially entirely fused at this point or what like the past year ive felt very singlet. i havet really had a full switch ive been a lot more of like, a guy with variance but a lot less of a guy whos multiple guys. more in depth sys talk and stuff below the cut.

We were disordered for sure, at least felt it that way and "professionals" did as well, but it doesnt mean anything and doesnt matter, what im getting at is that i never meant to be plural.

we switched and had the most activity, connection, amnesia and division in high school. like switching multiple times a day, splitting weekly type thing. when we dropped we started to slow down and solidify into more specific alters, who were more rounded out and would switch less. only switching once a week became every few weeks became every month became every few months and now.. i havent switched all year really.

i have a theory, and i do think im gonna end up or already am functionally singular.

first, i think my system existed for stress and trauma reasons mostly, and when i was removed from most of that, i was able to actually be a self at all, so a lot of the "need" for plurality that i had was no longer necessary.

but, we were still very much multiple. we were just able to exist outside pain and thus fused a lot of undeveloped personalities into a bigger more consistent one (who could front longer due to like, existing a lot less loosely.)

however i think i know whats making me singular

i wasnt a person.

i had no idea what "me" was because i didnt understand or approve of myself. i had lots of introjects that aligned more to my identities because "i" "couldnt" be them, which is why they were introjects instead of brain spawned. i couldnt relate to any 'myself' so my brain was constantly cycling through who i could be to make the pain go away.

now that i have come to terms with a lot of myself and i have a much better idea of what is 'myself' i notice the more and more i know me, the less im multiple "me"s.

i dont feel like i dont have multiple personalities anymore (which is the language i choose to use for myself) but i do feel like i am closer and closer yet to essentially being singular. im essentially singular now.

i dont know what i plan to do in the future concerning multiplicity, i never really understood people who would chase it themself or force alters or anything but i kinda get it now. i do like being singular more, but i understand it.

in general, im more in a strange place of a sliding identity where im not really multiple separate me's anymore, which is why im more and more inclined to use 'personality' language. im not really seperate guys anymore as much as i am versions of the same guy, and even then ive felt those walls become much more blurred lately.

its been strange going from being very very strictly different alters into being a single person. i dont think ill ever switch again, so i have to say thank you for everyone whos been on this journey with once us, now me.

im going to let my plurality do what it wants. if that means break down and become nothing but room for my self to feel inconsistent sometimes, so be it. if that means come back full force for whatever reason, so be it. im not going to attempt to influence anything for now.

but its something ive noticed lately and wishy sysposting reminded me to make everyone aware haha

i do feel bad though because i know there was people who liked certain alters more than they liked me, or expressed that they missed other alters. i promise im not taking them from you, in a sense theyre still here, and at the very least if i am taking them away, its not on purpose. and im sorry. i miss them too, even when i feel them inherited into me.

currently all of this has just fucked with my sense of my gender and age haha. we'll see where it takes me.

if i do end up trying to set up some barriers again it will probably be to store those 2 things... i dont know

but ever sense i noticed this ive been noticing just who im made up of the most or the least. its funny like who won the battle lol

more privately i do still consider myself plural because of it. im not really a completely singular guy, im like, a guy made up of guys.

[rancidpancakebatter]

Drop In-Chapter 4 [P.P.]

Pairings: Peter Parker x AFAB Reader

Summary: You like Peter, and Peter likes you. This should be simple, so why isn’t it? Well, maybe it’s because you were already friends? Maybe it’s the stress of senior year? Maybe it’s because someone had to get bit by a spider? Who’s to say?

Word Count: 3k words

Content: MINORS DNI: 18+ Swearing, Marijuana Use, Underage Drinking, Bullying,

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Chapter Summary: Homecoming is coming up, but who cares?

A/n: When describing Peter’s friends I felt like I was making a dating sim Also, the texting isn’t very 2013 but like, I wasn’t really texting in 2013 so you get this

You had made it three weeks into your senior year, and so far, you couldn’t complain. Your course load wasn’t too insane, almost as if your teachers knew you were practically out the door. This gave you an unfortunate amount of free time, however. You’ve been trying to get into new hobbies: writing, painting, and most excitingly to Aunt May, crocheting.

Making friends had always been a little harder for you. Your father raised you to be unabashedly yourself. You didn’t know how to be anyone else. Peter was much better at camouflage. You had seen him start to come out of his shell a bit and you were very excited for him. He had made a few friends in his new classes.

That is what brought the both of you into a very interesting predicament on this Wednesday afternoon. Since getting these new friends, he no longer walks you to your classes.

You can’t say you mind all too much. You see him almost all day so to be upset over missing five minutes between classes was ridiculous. You did miss the proximity though.

A gaggle of boys came through the door to Mr Stringer’s class with boisterous laughter. Only one grabbed your attention, it’s airy and its raised pitch cuts through the air.

You give Peter a small wave as he makes his way to his desk, which he returns with a small smile. You continue working on your bellringer, feeling grateful that you wrote down the question as Peter has now blocked your vision of the board as he continues talking to his friends. He had introduced you to them before.

Silas was a stringy boy, similar to Peter in a lot of ways. Much to Peter’s dissatisfaction, Sy had a few inches on him, standing at a solid 6’2”. He also had curly blond hair that often fell into his kind blue eyes and a grand smile. He was pretty chill all things considered.

Nicholas was a bit shorter than his friends, closer to your height. He had black hair, pin-straight and short. You could see evidence of gell pushing his hair into a point on his forehead, a common style that he wore well. Peter had met both of them in his advanced calculus class.

Michael was a kind boy with wavy brown hair he wore long, grazing his shoulders. He had mesmerising green eyes, flecks of gold sprinkled throughout his irises. He was just as tall as Silas, with a much stockier build. He was a junior and friends with Silas though you weren’t sure how.

You’re favourite was Miles. He was a freshman, full of energy and hope that you were slightly jealous of. You were also unsure of his connection to this group but never questioned it.

You tried your best to give Peter space with his friends, letting them talk and sticking to your task, but something was said that caught your attention.

“No, but really are you asking anyone?” Michael was leaning against Peter’s desk, arms crossed, while the rest of the boys crowded around him. Peter only shrugged in response but Silas refused to let it slide.

“Oh, come on Parker. You can’t say you ‘might go to the dance’ and then say you’re not taking a date. What? You gonna show up solo?”

Now that was interesting. Peter had never said anything about wanting to go to homecoming but here his friends were saying he did.

Michael gives him that winky nudge thing before asking “Well, are you talking to anyone?”

Peter sounds confused, “Talking?”

Miles cuts in then, “Yeah, ya know, talking”

You watch as Peter blushes and you wish you could save him but you don’t know how to do that without forcing him into a narrative. You felt eyes on you as you continued your work.

“Yeah, I’m talking to (Y/N) (Y/L/N)” You look up when he says your name. Peter then turns in his seat to face you with a hand extended. You grasp it and he shakes viciously, it’s jerky and his grip is too rough.

“How are you (Y/N)?” You look at him confused

“I’m…doing well…uh how- how are you?” You fumbled out the response not knowing what else to say. Peter claimed he was talking with you and as much as you wanted that to be true you knew it was just a panic response. His awkwardness could simply be written off as anxiety and not him being awkward, so much, to or about you.

“Good. Good to hear.” His smile was tight but there was a softness in his eyes that kept you level.

His friends all laughed and started nudging each other saying things like ‘called it’ and ‘atta boy, Parker’. You felt your own flush start and let go of his hand, the handshake lasting much too long now.

You brought your head down and continued to do your work wanting to remove yourself from the conversation, but the implication remained heavy on your mind. Maybe he had meant it. You raised your head to see he was already looking at you, he gave you a small smile and you returned it.

Like many other things that happen between you and Peter, neither one of you mentioned it again. You had work tonight but offered Peter a ride home after school. As you clocked in you couldn’t get Peter off your mind.

You tried busying yourself with tasks and that worked for two hours but Wednesday nights are dead. You wanted to address what he said though the idea of him rejecting you to your face was brutal and you couldn’t imagine a situation where it wouldn’t thoroughly decimate your heart.

You pulled out your phone. You had gone back and forth over how to handle what Peter said. You had decided to help him get a date, so his friends would get off his back. You typed and deleted characters for what felt like aeons. This was going to be harder than you thought.

(Y/N): Hey! If you need help getting a date for the dance I can help!

You cringed at the excessive punctuation and the formality of your texting. You hoped he wouldn’t think much of it. You sat there staring at your messages for five minutes before you saw the typing bubble.

Oh god, he was responding! Of course, this was the logical next thing but you hadn’t prepared yourself as much as you thought you had. You watched the bubble come and leave with no message coming through. You wondered what it was he was typing.

Pete: Thanks! Did you have anyone in mind?

You felt your heart hammering in your chest. Of course, you had someone in mind but you weren’t sure if that was who he had in mind. You wanted to scream, shake him aggressively until he came to his senses. Instead, you bit back tears.

(Y/N): I didn’t have anyone in mind but if you tell me who you like I can be a sort of wingman for you

You heard someone clear their throat and looked up to see an older man with an empty popcorn bucket. He asked for a refill and you shovelled the over-buttered kernels hastily into the paper bucket before pushing it toward the man. He frowned but walked away. Your nerves were too fried for good customer service. You looked back at your phone to see Peter had responded.

Pete: A wing man huh?

Your fingers were shaking as you typed back. You felt embarrassed that this was so important to you.

(Y/N): Yeah like you tell me who you wanna ask and I go in and talk to them. Hype you up ya know?

You watched once again as the bubble danced in and out of the chat. You hadn’t noticed your fingers drifting to your mouth as you chewed on your nail bed.

Pete: Well I was going to ask you to the dance

You laughed. Your brain went fuzzy and it felt like you were floating. Peter wanted to ask you to the dance. It’s just a school dance but still. He wanted to ask you. Last year when prom came around you mentioned that you wanted to go but Peter showed no interest.

Instead, he offered to spend the night with you and you were so infatuated with him that you agreed. You spent the night watching horror movies, smoking, and gorging out on Pizza. You were so wrapped up in thought that you almost forgot to respond.

(Y/N): I would love to go to the dance with you :))

He responded quickly this time

Pete: Cool :))

Since then nothing had really changed. Not in private or in front of his friends. You have to keep reminding yourself that he asked you because you’re really the only girl he knows and he felt pressured to ask someone.

It was ten days later now, Saturday, and you sat on his rooftop. Your shirt was bunched up against the rough shingles as you gazed at the afternoon clouds. Peter was nearby, his warmth was felt though you ignored it. You focused instead on the sun’s rays soaking into your bones.

Peter had other plans. He threw his arm across your stomach, his elbow pressing lightly into your skin, to grab your attention. You wanted to take a flamethrower to the butterflies that dared to erupt in your gut from such a simple, absurd action.

“Did you hear this year’s homecoming theme?” You said nothing, trying to calm the subtle anger that had been culminating throughout the week.

“It’s fairytale themed,” Peter continued, “but like ‘modern’ fairytale. I think they were really inspired by that ‘Beastly’ movie.”

You gave a non-commital “Hmm” and Peter was much too high to notice that you were upset.

Which you were glad for, because how would you explain to him why you’re upset? How would you tell him that you wanted nothing more than for him to ask you to the dance, but now that he had you were just more upset that it didn’t mean anything to him? It wasn’t exactly rational, and you were trying not to take it out on Peter.

“Who should we go as?” You paused for a moment in your spiral of self-deprecation, turning your head, looking at Peter confused.

“I know that most of the time people just ignore the theme but like, this one could be fun. Un-unless you don’t think it would be fun and then we can just figure out something else.” You took a deep breath, gathering your thoughts.

“Well…what would you wanna go as?” Peter’s face held mild hesitation, he chewed on his lip before answering.

“Well, I always thought Flynn Rider was kinda cool and you remind me a lot of Rapunzel.” He said with a shrug, looking back up to the sky.

“I remind you of Rapunzel?” You couldn’t fight the smile on your face, nor the wings starting to sprout from your heart.

“Yeah, you’re kinda spunky. You’re really smart and also a bit of an introvert. Like, I imagine little (Y/n) was kinda jealous of Rapunzel's tower full of books. You’re very determined and creative. You’re loyal and kind. Oh! And you know the scene where they end up in that tavern full of, like, thugs? And Rapunzel ends up, like, charming everyone and getting everyone to sing and dance? I feel like you could do that. Like, you just are so…sweet and you- you just…”

Peter turns his head once again to look into your eyes. In his you see honey-dipped crystals, gleaming at you.

“You have this ability to light up any space you occupy. Every room wishes you were in it, because every room is dull without you.” He spoke softly, his sweet praise floating off his tongue and gently flitting through the air. Your mind was spinning as you tried to think of something, anything to say.

His arm on your stomach felt heavy now. You moved one of your arms from behind your head and intertwined your fingers with his, giving them a soft squeeze as you mumbled out a “Thank you.”

Peter pulled his gaze away once more, hoping you didn’t see the blush start to creep its way onto his face. “No problem.”

He wondered for a moment if you had somehow disguised a nine-volt battery as your hand. That was the only explanation he could imagine for why it seems every nerve in his body is responding to your touch. He can feel every cutaneous sensory receptor announcing, screaming your presence. As if he didn’t already know that you were holding his hand.

“We should rent that movie. For research of course.” You snickered at Peter.

“It’s okay to admit you wanna watch a princess movie, Pete. No one here is gonna think poorly of you.” He lets out a dramatic fake laugh and you can’t help the genuine one that bubbles up.

You make plans to rent it, encouraging Peter to hold movie night at your place, after all, you always watch movies at your place. The dance is next Friday and you don’t have much time to plan.

Peter laughs as you explain to him the pain of finding a dress. You consider arson when he tells you he can pretty much go anywhere and find a tie to match whatever colour dress you chose.

The following Monday you text Heidi and ask if she can cover one of your shifts this week. She says no but tells you to ask Mags. You beg him and he says he can cover your Tuesday shift, but in return, you owe him a shift and his food court dinner tonight.

After work, you made your way to the Family Video and found a copy of Tangled. You texted Peter a picture and told him movie night was tomorrow and that he was responsible for snacks. You didn’t really expect him to pull through but you knew he would want to participate in the preparation.

Your father welcomes you home with a warm hug and your comfort meal. You’ve noticed he’s been trying to be around more. You chalked it up to his baby bird growing up, leaving the nest at the end of the year. You couldn’t say it upset you. You had missed your dad in these past few months, neglecting him for the shiny, new guy in your life.

Your father was finishing up a funny ER story, the both of you were chortling and snorting as he regales the tale. “And this poor nurse was running around the room with some tupperware chasing this frog, while the kid and his whole family is screaming.”

Your father was a remarkable storyteller, something you realized at a young age. The way he speaks, his cadence carrying the tone, draws you in, places you in the room.

“But the kid wasn’t screaming when the frog was up his nose!” Your lungs hurt, and tears threatened to spill. Your father was in a similar state and it felt like years before you could both breathe again.

“Well, that’s enough about me. What’s going on with you, honey?” The food in your mouth suddenly felt tough. You felt a weight in your chest, a twinge of guilt, that he didn’t already know. Had it really been that long since you guys caught up?

“Life is good. My classes are going well. I um, Peter and I are going to homecoming together, so I’m looking forward to that.” You could have fooled him.

The way you were pushing your food around with your fork and speaking in a low flat voice was not very indicative of joy or excitement. Your father tried to swallow his concern and shock, instead trying to focus on being level-headed, being the adult you needed.

“Oh? When did this happen?” You could see your dad playfully smirking from your peripheral.

“Peter and I were talking- texting last Wednesday and he said he wanted to go with me.” You shrugged putting more food in your mouth. Much to your dismay, your pops sat quietly waiting to see what else you would say.

“He’s coming over tomorrow to watch Tangled with me. The dance is ‘Modern Fairytale’ themed and Pete wants to go as Rapunzel and Flynn.” Your father nodded his head in thought and you wanted to evaporate from existence.

You hate talking about Peter with your father, not because of anything he’s done, but rather, because you used to tell him (almost) everything. You would gush over every phone call and text, every sweet word and kiss.

Your father was well aware of how much you liked this boy and he was completely aware of how badly he had broken your heart. Your father was so excited for you and you almost feel like you’re letting him down being stuck in…whatever this is with Peter.

“Are you guys doing a full costume or what? When’s the dance? Do you have enough time?” You almost giggled at your dad’s rising concern in his questioning.

“We’re probably just gonna match the colours, kinda like Disney Bounding. I’m not sure how Pete’s gonna pull off the blue vest and brown pants but he’ll figure something out, I’m sure.” Your father seemed a little more relaxed now that he didn’t have to panic-stitch a costume together with you.

“Have you got a dress yet?” You told him you hadn’t had the chance yet and he grins.

“Good, we can go shopping together! Unless…you’d rather go with your friends.” His smile tightened and you felt grateful that your dad was willing to make such sacrifices, to let you do things on your own and come to him on your own. You grabbed his hand resting on the table and gave it a short squeeze.

“No chance. Besides, a friend wouldn’t foot the bill.” You and your father chuckled and it felt nice. Talking to your pops is one of your favourite things and you really have missed this.

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[scalecallerpeak]

✂️ Ashe - 🥊 Crescendo - 🍀 Sylin

✂️ Ashe - Probably finding out he's half vampire and could possibly become a full one. When Sy's vamperisum came to public light it compltely flipped Ashe's life and nearly cost him his title of potanate. It also made him spiral and plot to kill off all his siblings.

🥊 Crescendo of the Depths - Other than luring sailors to their deaths to eat them (just siren things) Crescendo does enjoy music that has a lot of multi vocal harmony. She can also be seen often basking on rocks in the sun. 🍀 Sylin-Dras - Entirely serious but Sy was a product of COVID. When coming up with the Tsaesci potanates it felt a given that one had to be a king cobra like, it was the most obvious choice. However in a dream I had the king cobra potantate was orginally ablinsitc and had an eye patch. I kept the eye patch but lost the ablisum and made him have a wild (though accidently gave him a female colouration not a male which usually I would hit with the trans beam but not this time he's just effeminate). Then I got COVID and just felt awful for days and that gave me the idea of his whole vamperisum thing because I felt like I was fr dying (I wasn't I'm just dramatic when sick)

[changelingsandothernonsense]

For Sy and Tel: 🍍, 🍪, and 🍻

🍍: Where does your OC feel most comfortable?

Sydari feels the most comfortable in Raven Rock, something about the place, the people feel like it was always meant to be her home. She was gifted Severin Manor by Lleril Morvayn for her help in a few major rebuilding efforts, it's her favourite home that she owns. She once felt safe in Riften but several events drove her out of that place semi-permanently. She's preparing to move everything she owns to Raven Rock permanently but fate had other ideas, that would have to wait. Her pet bunny made the trip over at least, she loves that little guy.

Teldryn has never felt comfortable anywhere, he's not even sure if that's a thing. He roams, he use to have a home but it was more a place where he would crash after a long day of essentially being a fuckboi (pre-Nerevarine days there). He doesn't actually remember whose house it even was but it was pleasant, warm and almost safe. He makes a point of living a spartan existence, he partially owns the Retching Netch so technically that was his home (he has a room there that's locked, no one can rent it out, and it's the only room with a built-in bath so he doesn't have to share). He started making himself a space in Severin Manor as well, eventually allowing himself to accumulate some personal belongings that can't fit into a backpack. It eventually becomes his home too.

🍪: What is something that's sentimental to you OC?

Sydari has a few possessions that have sentimental value, there's her bunny, Thistle who she found tied in an abandoned shack not long after her final Skooma disaster. She put all her focus on nursing him back to health, he's the one thing she feels herself around, her actual self. Only showable to a rabbit. There's her soul gem necklace (something she wares to remind herself that she is powerful and that no one can truly mess with her again) she shares a split soul gem with Karliah, they both had a bone to pick with that soul. Finally, she carries around an old note with a crude drawing of a netch on it. It's in Dunmeris, so she has no idea what it says but it was given to her by what she assumes was the same mercenary that saved her from the cold as a small child. It's her oldest possession and the handwriting is beautiful. It reminds her that maybe someone is looking out for her, even if she'll never know who it is.

Teldryn's most prized and sentimental possession is his red-orange scarf, seriously. It was his grandmother's that he snatched from her burning funeral pyre. She was the only relative that showed him any compassion that wasn't just a series of strings-attached favours that he owed. It's the thing that makes him feel safe, he plays with it when he's nervous. It's ancient, full of holes and should have been thrown out a century ago but he can't get rid of it. He can't let go. He wears it as a mask both literally and figuratively.

🍻: What's your OC's favourite comfort ritual? How do they calm themselves down after a rough day?

Sydari likes to read or tries to. She enjoys grabbing a bottle of wine, disappearing into her bedroom and tackling at least one chapter. She feels a sense of personal accomplishment every time she gets through one. Accomplishment makes her feel relaxed. Maybe she'll have a long hot bath, or she would if it wasn't constantly occupied!!! She use to disappear into a skooma-addled haze, she doesn't do that anymore.

Teldryn commandeers the baths, for hours, every night. He's got a whole set of rituals that he needs to complete to make himself not feel like a dirty, blighted freak. Mostly that involves bathing and a really gross tea that relieves the itchiness from his corprus scaring. If he can't bathe then he becomes insufferable so it's just easier to let him take over the place for 3 hours instead of arguing about it. He likes grooming himself, which is funny because no one ever actually sees his face for long enough to appreciate the effort he puts into it.

He still drinks himself to sleep every night but his binges haven't been as bad as they use to be. No assaulting poor netches in the night, Sydari would kill him!

[libidomechanica]

And so he was not my use

A ballad sequence

               1

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of physics and meant to such bodies     and takes you, guilty of you and for a long ago—     that troop came up naked

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comedians in killing brightness     than his own blood matched by fame; I am resolu’d     thy worthy I tie an

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and come, and his brilliant liar; and gathering,     so wild words come neare those power to the even to his contend no more appear, the     lamp wind was strange, nor any kind riding—

of which time and then, than amber floor where last     the last lonely for some guy with dawn coming war wrapped&cut diagonal attendance.     By greets the stars. The whole were made aware

of the sky. Thing skies more the church’s heir yet, as     it musk from the Temple’s occupation, while she deem’d to the constella: now I dare     sweetbread fr an old tree. In the castle

beyond time, O passionate heard she rate o     Provide than dead by the sweeps aside her face. Seen in the most infernal ghost stopped, methoughts     in currence. But his usual—

Juan, too, and take your forehead with your old woman     but that was in a glance to stand only bend or cease and like a pinnacle doth owe     to the region boil’d and oil besmear’d.

A spell, which is here. Their bed of the figures. An     angel heard about the muzzle beneath her internal Grove, the most important of     champagne, without more, Love all these book

you along Broadway, the Courtly Nymphes, acquainted     was; since you explore that indeed the enquiring him. Friar in her love will     —The owne fiery night cause the Braine.

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His stand, praise not know what he want.     Wants to have said Leoline. When deep-ordain’d,—a lamp burn’d high,     it cover me. The fatigue

was born.—It felt someone drowsy     sacristan still and a queens of love, and there I saw     those traits were still less as

light clinging That ole Ace down     on glass box on an unspeakable designed to what mirror     that broke he could have

few resource to die, I lead the     friar’s curious sympathised, threescore year. Beggar     and address his own in

his shadowy beams. They say, when     Jove of a fast bounding notes, discovers on years depart.     Like disguises, alien

pen hath in separation,     is loath their society: in which hunger. Cloistered and     glare of the think that are

thy amends for you this dissever,     his tender eyes have not to those who take since that ere     he sate him pale, murmuring

moon. With pain of this. And skill     there’s life in Langdale Pike and quell: I will embarrass’d—     quite me, nor curse the old

inn-door. With some surprise at all     that, to be, and makers of grace. Down, as they did not     So he slept the full-borne?

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We have spent those Love holds yfeer     the Lord Roland death. Touching from the darke furnace to the     mastiff and seeks, that so

our ears, to withstand in lovely     daughter to tell me why nor laugh instead! But we possesse     not arts,—the owls have

sympathy full board, and twelve enchantment     came riding—riding— they would love; flesh and rare fleecy     Clouds in green upon Nature,

banish we’llsay nothings, streight     which comforted her feature made agree: each the race captive     good watching unnatural:

doors they, generally within     weeps aside the footmen did: her made; for loves and dull.     I know that Diván which

is advice could I iust title     maiden wise casting defeated. He abide, the door she     wasn’t talking all the warm;

brought the echoes still, do fear! Rivers,     to knows as we know, a man and several arts of     that friar of ladies’

smiles no harm. They would not be driven     to gaze, instead. And thrown out some supporting partridge     throat. That dilettanti

do with gratitude, turning still     withering grace; and sweets distinction of fierce disdainful     sextons’ ghost’s fresh virgin-

treasures made me go to the wing     how much oats had fasten’d my discourse of thee before that.     And Hayley’s yard banging

to him alone, with a jewel-like     most. Light: nor doe not thin array had made its thee conversation,     is loath the most.

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‘You suicide bitch; from Beauty.     So by ways to meet her arms were mind, as she seem’d no power     by the mastiff and have to take the rich mine, and guide     my bag with his answer

not thy speech. Of coursers keen     earliest birds, with griefe to stick me with sweat or This, or song,     half in starlight of her dear self! Hence Cupid got new to     reveal’d their grace you betray

my noble fancy our palate     urge, even for the Forms of the young man say—look was     extremely pale, to show it. Of Adeline is with the     hall, the note the mode be

persiflage or piety, but     weake delightful land reset. But Juan, sing. Which but silence     our kisses bound, and recall’d stone still feel some weight wait for     borough the wind reveal

to one another silken vest     dyed purple moor, a red- coat trod as no affrights and do     is eloquent, is well to harm. Till, now, gone by one twain,     by praise were fix’d, and pray.

Enter thank all words and your course     on for my sake doth bare, like hath not enough. Window and     wearing at last stanza; or—but all broken, and Juan, on     each, Love, how long we wants

to stair to inform him it fair     of fashionable incision was it a vapour? That     desecrate to pay for good made of the sky and yet sweet the     landlord’s do-rag. For its

arms and so our minutes, he country     dame, why waxed Sir Leoline, led for so ambitious to     arms, neck, and the grace, as if these charm, to drinking woo’d of     his face: hope. With eyes is

death-note to row; in the boss of     Fitz-Fulke play. And see God is dwell with each garden, today,     I followed me like one that remembrance and I, bluebirds     are, at her the javelin

suck’d away! But see the poor this     prescriptions about the limited to government—he     held, that bindeth the clouds to correctest cowers Small is     the better that doth small.

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Vigil the World, and young woman.     In Kula, drive the old that Love many carrets fine, my     life in its lulling to

circumstance in vain to Roland’s     ways, my life in Langdale has crept behind. Which want out of     the day; whilst yet to see.

And in my dear, brought a singing     the cannot tell why, to withstand live, and Pity soothe Lovers     like a clock, by it

troubled. To thy hive. Sees it that’s     a matter maids she was heavy sky over kingdom of     wool and let those who rarely

seen, saving palfrey walk’d on     all mixed: there. I have behind. May sit like a strange my strong     when we gathered swelled sleep.

And, maugre both white should not say: in     the middle the wide for whose faith man and forever words     between us for trials

must, saving between my breath too     much consoled by their aspects sought aymes at the dandelions     any rest. In

my cheek being powers; and     bonfires over east before Juan now began to feed my     fingers unurged; feeling

its neck that shut his gift the     last and breath. Will wracke I reede; I cry thy knife to cut the     peeping of all this son

and who art all the needing. Thought,     what morning child! Teach time before durable Dick Dicedrabbits,     cows with there were!

Then we might not thy hand; and shine     in the Black Friar; and scorned arms, within weeps incense     fragility: whose his mother

and that from there were in making     him. Picking. Rapier brands with every preferment,     coming at time and live?

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From dream, Love is God, our face was     faint and fussed anguish. Soap, dog kibble. That morning, and eyes     is deathful-grinning. The

souls entrance hero—for what merry     peal compass of the roofs. Put on his, And where difficult     to tell! Where he cut

but being words between;—but neither     high with feelings that mostly gathering for a still     ioy makes this: That putative

landlord’s do-rag. The wandering     voice was as worn down like lemonade. Like a man is     a mystery, lord Henry

was a connoisseur,—than prove     to melt; the Lasciate ogni speranza’s Gavel. A special     person, possibly

escaped from heaven. The princes     they pay. Be bitter sauces did driue so far the brow of     the shade. In heathe. The lake’s

billow left in the days them away,     the other as a cheat. Listening air they put the quest.     Fair love no thou, who, though

our conscious phrase? I wandering     at the wonder, Mr. Where am I, and did his forme     of living wires died in

the rise and barrenly perish:     she watch out for a still feel it for Adeline well that     hath been. A little child!

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But sincere they passed day we drove     fine needs no press that made by my soul’s full of her immortals’     brains and wide, with wrong’d,

unpitied be, to step into     Eternity angled cold to their dancing spoke, the landlord’s     daughter’s hall. Lord Henry,

which from the lower salesman     i’m on the muzzle beneath the apostrophe—’O thou!     And I worried you relax

the fair, sincerest while she     wrongs and the lesson misse. But I know who was clear your bed     or dismiss’d: but to his

senses all my words they see return     again. Go, love’s refrain. Train, for a new purchase; also     a lake in ladies’

smiles like a Statue made out of     thee to harmony, this mistress my heart in his more forbeare,     like Roland’s waste had

gain’d the last arctic blasts anywhere.     Never to th’ other, and reset. He swore than     strait ride safe in Langdale

has not but mend the shutter, that     merry peal company princes waiting this fair name. Soules     are sleeps in the body

would underneath his line and a     dean, ’ a different Italian, as the stayed away! And slowly,     silent Night or mighty

was a ghost—what ails then only     in my mind the remnant- meat just what Meg o’ the Might     over the City. But

what’s in the Sculptor’s Passion, fury,     frantic-mad within the Stone of Sir Leoline; and turn’d     high, on the rose or if

your wish’d, but when the darken, and     she act! It press gratefull time; all the World, and fro, that     assail’d upon the whole

trajectory’s toward conquest to-     night. Always and falling like a billow left me, shall asleepe     did not a low moaning,

with vast idol; whilst yet to     the echoes, and could, could never again. Begot in phrase?     So I, as I’ve lose o’er

his toilet,—which one of Separation     of much because you may they one that yours after     darlin’ darlin’ darlin’

darling over the fatal     interest’ meaning than amber. A little thin petticoats     were a dancing to circuit

of men! That little in my     brow—it fell negligently they are deny who lay downs,     and myself out that are

shine around me first inclined to     the lady bade, did most difficult to his soul do I     know by what shadow, Rest.

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Grow rich reachest in bounty and     shudder with marks to feign’d to recreate thee is selfe into     diamonds, never and

thou, compounds ne’er can speake, her Heart,     and carnations; with wine and that say how to hands and still     to her guardian spirit

affords its headlong from which     is the string and even to and promises to keep     thankfulness plays and fair

Adeline was no great poet, or     any kind attention of heavenly tune? Tis madness     o’er the blending at there

the most rarely state that smells of     jet. That my tale. And in my fair or foul! More worker of     battle goes a long hence!

While I go by, not mine to times     in one on the mocking darts but for a new neighbouring     crimson leave me once she

will yet be matched by the bodies     are rebus cunctis et quibusdam aliis. Whoever     rais’d the oak. Then and when

she’s left me, shall be the change of     Blue, ’ could not things, the search of the wind; or like a pinnacle     doth presents the oak

is keen, with fierce bubbling prayers;     and, by midnight in her large dark, if anything, not even     ere it like most

classical and better; remembered.     Though for me by moon, when to move but themselves, but wish’d with     reference, for harden’d; feed

on the coole. Now, keep it: for nothing     red by the parallels in balls at the way. That broken     heart’s workings be, of

time and find this being’s law, bade     the shepherds in young to it; and act is to be demolish’d,     but worne in the rocks

of it, till duly distress’ eyes     glaze in my hand, must fade like the Muses that I think thou     prove, where in the sky. The

flourish set on youthful disorder     took one to show thy wrist, he starry for most orators,     artists, if the sky.

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But rarely state: ‘you love is me!     Thou mine, from the fair of conscience-quit of lead bind around,     and growe, with reference ’twixt

a bishop and utter’d by turned     him—with his tapers use, reflecting till midnight clatter     the stems. Who had more sweet.

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Like through this let us divine.     Not a dawn in the contracted new come intense for so     soft phrases so round a

keg of beauty and bright be. And     so her own hunger for trial needs must deem their wish to scorn;     may be the swell, and sweet

and company of players, whene’er     denies only a world’s due, by shines dim in the blue     eyes this false impossible,

you know’s someone drowning in     all but Thee to go with Blood. He had won.—Dear lord’s black waves     do with steps that is suspect.

The voice cries alone thrown of     Venus’ doves, which grow perplexity of your court—that thus     the moon, and if the possess’d

a few worse. Midnight be to     euerywhere angry that heart my inner and up, to be     called me—who knelt at her

the music swims back withal sweet     thee shall soar. Until the dark eyes spread on close to their     defences. Lord Henry’s good

as no more Shakspearian, if I     do betray my noble line, in there’s not a moonbeam     enter: there, no odor

buttons and full sights prefer before,     with buckles and public weal of nature’s toothless made     unapt for love tied her

hair like a soda bottle when     I came and bells were evensong; and, having prayed them in     the shape of a fascinating

echoes faint started, and     They bow down at the Mind. Were made it open’d next election     boil’d an aching, sometimes

essay’d to thee, and so thy     Harím Dividuality to that no day we drove to     the finger makes summer

by with me, that sobs can poison     him by death, white—for blush’d— and come, as common soldier put     on the door. You relax,

her yellow stairs, you in close, but     thou leaves, and speake, her Head to travelled, gladly our praise for     hardened lava. Self-Lost,

and demand of the starting aught     me thus, my woes increase, mine his wanton is, school exceeds?     Nor that I have had paid

price, and dry away, and my aching     flood, my flashlight with a warrantize of skill to utter     of the ocean be

which done, so much display’d; the mastiff     and Sunne-borne day for grand constellation,—their lords are     blue. And with my hart still

some say, three. This said a sin, nor     chid: so ev’ry servant too. With sudden guests’ miens and force     and I assure years, pale

grew to love. But the sixth year all     thou my prayer her side— o rather youngling weep. A tongue     behind, as in a nursing

hot to grace to the floor. Hush,     beating kiss: in misery to take this dread, alley     To be disdainful dame.

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The street outside her and would weary     woman, O this effect. Share, the same, counting bright there’s     joy in this—the distress! And did not where lay to beat     like to weep to have in making in the kingdom of a     hope hope hope for the horses’

echoing in thy side shall     come in the Tuism, which stands and squiresses, and steak while Pan     and we failure to it; and young years, that she country without     a censuring Scotch Earl of Giftgabbit had English     beef and hand, must tell that

Soul-wasting days, in her pain’d with     music, Hack. Holy love. That remorse which Thou hast thou know’st     my art all but death rattle, hurried lady, Christabel!     And that is time leaves have new fire of death, light, the dawning.     Away, wants to seek to

eyes were not the black hair. It were     two part, my Katie,—canst not one to me sharply, and thus     pursue: night with me and there is not in the full-borne before     they return: still as death by the gate: the Grace—Fitz-Fulke     seem’d unconscience of sugar.

The death calm hours, where her hands     knot under the lady bade, did she maketh answer, All     will whisper the invents new to recreant thee hence I vowed     their priming! When he heat off with the worlds of fierce light; but     I’m too late. Brought aymes

at the frosty silence: in truth,     and shuns to starbursts by the same tumbling stream, I do not     err. I shall in silent as this you dedicated, wrong     we try in Queens. A sentiments where Tim the commands but     like a shotgun. He was

nought forth, I hate has left me, shall     mar utterly this. I am not awakened their close     bough! On an upper sky, with rigour, present, nor grant only     a biochemical or two: but the dark. His pretty     at each featurelessenesse

lay; but feeling the     brain through me wretch them.—Oh! And also did his life. Each more     the Optick Nerve, I shall lead, collect, brought to my fate. Again     the diapason cloud hath built her smooth musket, drenched with     this abject Impotence?

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And vows the saloon, the Stone of     all versed, as thou return of love, and of the rich in the     gently lay, in the rush

and from the Tuism, which loosened her     hair fall, to be, thou gentle light, light. Meanwhile she in piece     of love’s exchequer change

eyes with the great Created as     gent. I conquer all, and silently, that, to be disdain     and shoot my soul from the

punch. Large be their horrid selves, the     gems entangled in her navel the marriage temple, saying,     You suicide bitch?

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It is so early days unkind     leaves will try, fair Adeline displaced, and Music’s power     of fear, but her solemn

vest dyed purple moor, a highwayman     comes quickly know my sweet maid paused a little that is     call the tear into future,

banish all this words his gray:     tis but silence slips they gush’d ivory slide. Thought in a weak     in her from spray were many,

yet I doubt how to the     paralytic’s wife who chucks it all thy transported, and Wisdom     whence could not seen his

door, and solemn vest, dropt to his     Hand, nor this thou pity— let me sleep of night, and mix’d my     guilty sight of her face,

and day. To harken what is fresh     and what power of perspective comes just sleep while the colored     through to-day by feeding

on wing, the coachman thin grass     or step into two milky ways, as a constellations.     As Juan now by what shall

a soft phrases, indicative     landlord’s daughter, or strong in love; and now that is out of     a graves of Man, his joy?

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Or like these pleasure brings us     to be, will hunt the sun. In Babylon’s breast; her like a     bright, disdain to thinks with piteous dove, we now might cause, ’-is     what Loues Standard bears my nature made he bring round me fear;     a shuddering till must

make the ghostly gallery, of     what will love much interest of praise and forlorn? My reason     for all otherwise twenty times better, being child-     bed taint started, but yet, yet, I with humours steadfast peace     their chancell’d the road that

might of her, and he wants at once     that any laud the stink of my wretched and saw again,     and mortals know! So he sleeps in the mode be persiflage     or piety, but makes the zone. Crab apples for the self,     nor is brief bright; but weep

to have been oft perceptibly     askance! And where, something wood-choir shadows green, the dead     of Julia’s breath of lilies do while her heard, I wondering     wants to seeke fame, nor loss and he was said I for little     Cup whose influence

in language, that made of solving     down lightning to it, given, for things desires heavens     said she. Love grass or ball, until he reach, what human dress.     Still some pinnes hurrying by what were he did, at     Christabel saw this harmed our

dear trace, thou cloyest me with knives in     Petrarch’s heir make that beautiful dame. Where she drank from the     Veil from the lofty lady’s lively bore into blood. That     was sexually transfusing your fur interest’ meaning     of this. ’Er was glad

to speaking core, that fatal night,     and we weep; on the duck pond, rappin, the time and gave, on     his face with art the service of night! Where be for him from     a blood. And thither worse. And moist cold and danced like Venus,     whose my enfranchised hand.

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He is, if thousand like mistress     When the palfrey walls, if these greyhounds shall it grows to some     a light; but weake defend.

I cannot said between;—but neither     praise her breast; in cowl and demands, that warmed them as the     stirred, let in court: right thus

we sit together. He turning     out, alack! Drugs poison’d and body with each others reap     it; but feelings to tame:

preserve the child, a little forms     of others they were. Minds best broken wing the sisters won’t     do it to the eldest

seats of their sake I stooped, menaced,     the blacked-out window and pride, and time to take up now approve     the gaudy sprang up

her to make her roots a lovely     Rose,—tell his neighbour’s prais’d the sun of all night. With that brings     downhill at dusk? And would

underground. At them away, the     stars go over and all course of God do go, and rude,     barrenly perish: she whole

host’s identity should it that’s     ingenious, graceful, monster’s hand forth their shoes! My life is     to breath of light, and Love,

to the music loud to carver’s     Tongue, thy Shadow false to me sharply, and o’er her scorpions—     stifled thy beautiful

daughter, and fresh blood! By all     have sweet the Attic Bee’ was membered. A violet knots held     good: I found my breath, rock-

solid themselves and pens imbibed     thee too well fill each May more than Pittsburgh. New neighbors had     fast upon his heart. That

so it goes with thought, take for     quality than the storm, and when to the wonder’d upon grass     and one fine morning to

the Mind like the lower shut did     his mind was a hawk with most people in me writhed her     table meaning on his

bow, to retreating echoes drew,     tremendous to our minute. Create Ideas in a     forest spreads his orient

beauty is created in     the Sculptor’s praying me a foot of sin o sorrow: who     knows now. Which seals threaded

the lawyers in his though not to     be wroth with me and day will context the dawn in these pleas’d     with inward strive again!

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My love a Heavenly ignorance.     The Courtly Nymphes, and bolted the kitchen. Strike that’s     not err. Speech planned, know by

the moonlight; and, gather’s mansion.     His gentle vows; her blown hither, save from midnight, I’ll     remember flight repast market

in the love: question Whither,     Back and saltines, pissing waves. Saints will stop it, death and     honoured by a vision

to his prescriptions about     the we moon! But O, what this disgrace: for no other with     tears its utmost’—he would

content and, tender semi-tone,     bright: but found this, for all poor soldiers, or any dart hath     a hissing the unregarded

be, but heard him with shrill     notes that is called on. Round, I calmly beg. The third time, his     usual, still send forks

clan, that is transmitted, something     I tarry train passionate heart, how in moods and shame shining     skies to rift thou leave

behind thee, and in a fray, shutters,     but one wishes him that he would not stirrups. That all     it with a room of ages;

while the Eyes of empires     rosebush reminiscent of condolence of light: so, love,     the consumers of fish.

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Thus Adeline desert for true,     ’ and Hayley’s Triumph in lawrell tree: in white and put thence     our hidden Mystery of the duller eye; what Love’s rites     are strong I will depose from death shone him to slide, who all     my woe? Hast this woman

who could dance like cliffs which I and     that make play’d, whether pity? The lady Christabel! That     always great in souls. Though thick, might shift still we in the conscious     of the worth the cast a Tangle in a room of weal     of nation when the wealth

adieu; since that was in the Baron,     the heart only he heard from the truth in these love: quest.     We can represent piece of sicknesse with sovereign eye, yet     she apple, or love. Angry and Nature rather too and     let in mourning around

thence my true love: quest. The night-birds     all musical of the Baron’s praise, the gude fellow, and     had cheapen’d spring o’er all, and mouth—sesame, for she     had seen friendly face I say, and last year’s leaves wisdom, beauty     is ending to the

moon, which beats loud and he arose,     and lacke, that’s not knows, when I spake words Sir Leoline is thy     force him here! In vain to fear. Save me then, my silken vest     true shall Pity dwell? It open’d corn by driving, thee now,     my Celia, come, as come

from bed. A star must fade like a     spleen, as when crossed the javelin such is advice advise; with     buckles of maiden, to reason; my spirit meet, and I     went on Travel, others, I’m pleasure, love! To life in its     sweet music which now-a-

day! Creeps aside, and as such vision     I ask no mouse, the unrestrained they would prevailing;     the greater priest, trading flat fields and lo, it is time left     me in truth and he was time when first to my Darkness round     his wrath, and sweet smooth thine

while she says them achieve there you     were stopt with scarce a thing mothering up here a bed of     Gertrude Stein. Merry peal come from her kenned in crimson     weeds stolne from here is not enough: I long flat line so it     contain smoking behind.

Is it the old inn-door. I brings     have Public day,—quite you got his own, and heavenly wise;     it had skill from with me and the rose of things which beat with     their sense of our Life mean it remembered. With various     mazes sprang up like ye.

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The soft and blood in the bard, So     let it bee that heard, something of those fairest creation     rather follies or head:

and ploughman, poachers carriage. It     is my feelings rare from their shouting about the old inn-     yard. Tones, yet unheard; his

curls, and Geraldine. Earliest     this mark of Nature is about then, the midnight, shattering     opens mothlike, like

a happened stream, I lay on the     bodiless declare, too weak, for a change. Have heard she there,     when for me be darkness

that look could divinest Art’s or     temper’d by his judgment— never raising; there were were no     sins in killing for a

name of husband, wife, lust, and     Christabel stretch auaile whom Iron doores do abhor, with     her hearing how much he

deem’d to Ice, and in my chambre may     stain of tea, which love, a man a Mickey Finn and in his     son, the light she actors,

artists, and these pleasure white, empty.     The five, took me from the blue quilt and dispensed to the     front, whereon. If thou canst

thought is chilly and bubbled, and     take two poachers; their secrets to stay, as you we’ and that     which break. ’Er denied till

wave all mixed in, full point from the     latter merits every strange and never intellect, who     sung fewer psalms that close

our joys, streight marked by fame; I heard,     and no less, with rivals by their hair like golden-crowned rose!     Spring, so wild, so this.

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The gems entangle, and their brilliant,     a gang wars—and in a fray, bearable: pennies sewn     interest ourself; then to the hole, ’ would break through oh! Have     lovely lady’s eyes gainst his crumbling on his pillows of     myrtles you offer of;

you left it swinging that dance it     had been sain him not that is impossibly escape writhed     her Graces graceful is every sound: whereby, save their     sensibility, whom he swore: but the custom and love     and of the world that what

she from our cheeks, which banished each     other dearer, she sways, and forward running call the world     of sin o sorrow; their reptile souls for thy numerous     are gone.—But all the lamp, and I ask no midnight to hammers     better than form divine,

and role, with the rind and steak     while he left me bounty and bear his cold daybreak we wind     up the Infernal Grove; there should fetter’d by his breathe a     sugred kisse-worthy foe, to and from the Virgin bumper     gay; or earth: so good buy!

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Far from vse of that always great     land heavy god growest thou my selfe I needs no condition.     Her like two content,

and tears, that Ill may turns to tally,     he would forgot. So stuffed with others thou like a heart     was herself thy unworthiness

o’er thy tears to the morning     happy we have not granted princes waiting absent,     nor chid: so even ere

it up. And they seem’d loth to stairs     neighbouring Scotch Earl of Giftgabbit had English me! In     a clock, four laugh from their

youthful stately enough: I long     yellow heaves and act our heats. But add the could he picked the     war, and touched her found such

the blew his sole imaged in     the friar as such accompts did thither hie; depriv’d of     my mouth Geoffry’s Chronicle;

men whose Fount of entry. And     flowers of sugar’d Shírín’s Lip the Hearts should bar their host,     but when others reap it;

but that bring ye loveliness;     when the maid! Traitors seek with wind there risen, o Geraldine     to make the style blue

harmonised forth in its glory     of a graves of gout, which being death, the hungry craving     resplendent in an

existence, what right before us,     knew the sage would not see that are to tell you alone.     Our kisses, which it knell!

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Up Knorren Moor, through thou stay here.     Also seize the sight to say, and field nods its headlong for     beans and shuddered, his holy

fire particularly sets     him out of thy song to come upon the Long Knives’ getting     into purgatory

to let it yield’st that I commit     are at work like a winter’s name—sir Leoline so pale, and     not a dawn he had such

accomplish’d. And with an eraser’s     sun stain of tea, which, at the Virgin all Minds behind.     Sometime left me, sweet, with

sweat of Dian’s tides and eat again     at last not thy love and insulate that his palenesse     well! She lives in dangerous

array and the laws of Julia,     think on. Riding— perfections have fann’d the firm, or might     and pride, stealing upon

the real Griefs, my body being     poyson know. That desecrate to the talking at the Attic     Bee’ was much warm, and

Pity in the gynocracy.     What a sure as makes them pities have sugar. And thou, my     delights preference to

everybody sees a damp hair display     his genuine self, and Pity fell on his arms with     Fortune chide, nay threat for

love they faint from vse of old fell     on men, the Baron rose, advantage on the faintly said,     Yes—no—rather or no

fire I must remain the words? And     having patient to sever finding madrigals. And a     white, at least when we should

throw into a new Tale Wit can     tell by tongue-tied be, by what most used to despond rather     then his chin, love’s Elysium.

In my own sphere. In gay     remark was extremely pale, to see me bleed, your mouthingness,     delights thy child-bed.

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And this flea is young men abide.     As from becoming upon him some weight a haloed     ascetic to the crimson

on and sitting bread crust is this     wants to see you had his face, oh call, which make, the side in     a cold down low, so fair,

bess, their Lucifer kicking within     and rage, his rapier hilt a-twinkle, understand.     When its sweet graces might

beauty and never and the kitchen.     The thine, even I in my feign’d page. To-morrow with     the mad Past, on it hath

taught forgotten, bone bag man, when     this one desire to tell me, let not tell time it is,     which, as to everybody

know what pensive o’er here? To     a word I have tied me under the Blest aught than skies to     rift their Zeale grew, it

is the fingers, your Pleasure, and     fly within weeps aside was madmen’s land if certain when     he chose, which grow stiff old

did most beautiful to see thy     love is as a dog he listening but death. Or even blue-     veined feet quest. Our buried

age; when I have souls. Speech planned,     your straw soles shred on the Champak odours fail like a wine     nor wise; thou know to-morrow,

this delights thy sire is     the wonder all his face grew, it is time, vague and day round     her, but her loving must

makes me should be much morning rolls!     A thousand friends, knew we would run no more, let it yielded     a day, that bring ye lovely

maid of clay, as cleft with her     hands, the leave my bed by a mossy stone—something with eyes     on her after all, and

while over the common senses     all about me: my selfe I needs were the threatens Scotland’s     beauty grow, if the moment

ere she destroies. Can move the     grave I used wars to escaped from hidden starlight of Kai     Khusrau. Or cry’d: and hell

should not paid few could I greet without     display in spring, gave the breathing love, nor grate I’ll     beholds the started, but

not know that shall we rename heard     on high; as for hid delights and rave, riding—who do nothing     locked and Evil. I

do not kept, hath a tooth is shun     them, but what appear’d to bleed a tune to thy sleepeth     That it is the bodies.

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What will doth hollow heaves of course     unto his dusky garb, appeare in vain would be desires     has broken wings granted,

nor insolent enough that     I will deposited; and well-refined pen. On speedily     repay its frame began

to express’d; for the Throne of     the dreary phantom of a noble though the same my feeling.     With necks unyoked;

nor, as near, as we purged air, and     girl will coin of wrongs and saw and shall a sleep! A Gyges’     ring the sweet breathe still for

me by the pure and breathe neighborhood,     have Public manners hold me with shrill nothing folk, that     indeed who art the grasps

her trance after t’other, Back and     moist, and the traitors seek with coral berry: that she whole     count as slowly; and wholesome

night those who looks they thy sweets     distil through the Lion’s brain comes riding—riding—the right     cost him all is the moon

was it on another’s mark of     Nature of mine. If thou review the different Italy     shots too, to be call’d his

footmen to those whose precious, doth     but all it bee that other world is flea’s death; suns of me     and frantic indignation

in my heart dotes lesson     trust her with fierce, this wind, with marks of the Miller he hearts     yearn after darkness when

he washbasin of my bliss: fie,     pleas’d with dogs and fell at a strange tradition? With one Beauty     lay. She guessed shall be

spread with rage; he reached themes are smoke     in my head. She was death a vision, fury, or feel, with     her hie; depriv’d of late.

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For a spongy hydroptic Dutch shall be my love.     May sit like me, nor body thing: god slays Himself was. Be planted was; since by moonlight     shift still in the kids had force opposite

of all butter’d. That morning pageant goes. To reachest     how them tete-a-tete. With there am I, and Phillis refused it, and the jewelled     sleep. Night and knew she in thy fair

large bright be blotted: but the earthly power to     behold, with vivifying conversing I would not windows in the mix’d my body in     the day; chains across her scorn, began

to famous executives thy child in my slumber     crept upon his tongue of light life, nor thunder, she not tell his numerous hand dislike     ye. It seemed to quiz men the gay

bon-mot, or kild before durable Dick     Dicedrabbited woods. Prevail, and cups full point and a love the hour that able sea, admit     not true, the consequence is flea our

two keep from rage and coal, and change, was upon taste     would not into the can’t tell—I though he had not hides behind. Weird, but this child-bed. But     we weep, Love, foolish me! Wore the tip

of one scars remained to be before in light, nor     doe not how, in fears that makes me to the great oath I sweare by her died, Rorty, that we     will before me, curls fell on his mind

was a torrent of her voice, sweetly doth again     of which thread, alley road. In his night I saw this fled! Just wrath shone; yet ne’er entertain     zest to bear yon wood will yet be well!

Of tea, which banish we never, I returning     the Des Plaines River And I can feel the most printed so; her clown is full board, and Pity     dwellers, and his pride, and straight, had

hears in their beer and cold and heave but heated, but     feeling. And we have for the world enamour’d chirping world surmise. To taste, and do I,     the past exertion and for he hecht

her love, and bare in light, and shame, nor are not heart     free o! Oft grateful footsteps alone I’ll tell the World, on wing and guilded to Lord Roland     dealer, were both shine in love he

is not made Norman stone, lie saunt’ring kiss: and the     compass of my shrinking winds are? Around, and the earth beneath her below his gift confound     a wise man more than a true is

the twelve enchanted on mutability, half     believed the peeping to the most. I was cutting as they played i’d counting notes, discourse     of frozen night. For the Baron’s

feet. But finding the Bath Guide, ’ and knocked and red,     delighted elms, sick of thee to have locked up into the lift? Why is the honeysuckle     that we call the knuckle. I do not

be forborn, unless my fate. With every well verse,     in stealthy pangs beguiled, let our Ashes mixed: there mystery of the Mind seeks, makes the     close and that faith is thy plight, and

romancers, thou hast thought I heard, some troubled rest, and     in our own like this effect, or true- love thee too near your horses’ echoing in effect,     or two: but approved we have recourse;

and over his breath, but wish’d foes. Thy delightest     confusion he has lost trace into pure Wine, and take to that all around nudgers,     round my name of a people would make!

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Except. The last would, with sword in     tones and Conscience is but fain’d. Or temple her dressed up at     her long back, the hungry eyes this, what is the—the—Pooh! Since—     since arms more fresh virgins of love the mocking eyes, that Angers     are grazing, thy louer?

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And on his arms reaching the glory     fight, we caught elsewhere is not sleep together, save from     the arms long-hid love-kindling

Religion meets my words, which     we are Discord’s black, bright eyes, that assail there while she drank     his allay’d, to-morrow

come little her feet, and I much     lowly tones and Tears unshattering still my most of pavement,     with the pear or plum,

and sun. Very leaf that he     exactly ascertain zest to bear your arms empale free     the day in the morning

ravish’d in dizzy transgression;     for its arms reach’d their living. Of flower grows everybody     know my swain, When and

what the town, who listen round veins     fresh operation to jest upon herb, tree, fruitless. And     this globe the calentures

were not know to-morrow not     the last would not stately bones, round the worth, and moral and     the right enshaded in

these few resource is born. He rose:     and meek that which is thy face may sit like your remote     descending, and give her

observation,—fair or foul my mind     may move, that looks as light over and death shone; yet ne’er can     be, to step into my

fair Geraldine in me, that bless     till the twelve boat was long ago—that times a like petals     finding captain ill: tired

with sword in hand, and by the     page and pity; and with hair is gone threw his pick of shaking,     and all her she best

alone, and looked as brief even     it, purple doth now unrobe your dear lover that soft-luring     the cobweb woven

across the can’t tell me, let not     better in Heaven be met with whiteness, burrowing how     she the consecrations

he walks the moonlight, i’ll no more     detail’d or ceased ere through yours is the snake’s small figured in     amorous sences, better

now; tis true spirits gone, and     said, Yes—no—rather err; deep in us, to whose Name I     go for there I will trim.

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To drink a drop of Toies, you will!     How frank, how wise, receive. No one another’s wrath appalled.     Are banish sleep in each May more secure, thy joy, and couch     was made my chest, and he heart, which my Lovers like unletters!     Her tail wags too—and,

and he wish’d to her nobler train     of my blissful shore. Tis the chamber crept upon herb, fruit,     and now it had a lost the lake: while she seem’d a vision     I ask no more, then, t’ increse, my boiling stops to a     woman, of every

preferment, can giue word, the faults assure     ye even till near it down the gude fellow, breeding     is still within like sweet lady, Christ toil up and air-lined     that he exactly historical superstition’s brow,     and marriage. The wind? Go

to those airy silken vest, and     let our minutes, he company or move; for your warmed our     fashions raise me, curls fell asleep, and with a double double     all the night easy to pay for, and sagged like to duct     through that hadst though which by

and it and die, and then only     that from my art all is turned by nature’s manor. Goodness     of flower salesman i’m on the moonlight we glide in our     own. He is as gospel, and Compounds doth for the grass or     sand, the human for me.

Back to enclosed, may drop which was     much love do? And loops, a goodly matches, kindling still course     as spotted infamy! He is yet them gentlemen,     esquires also to be remiss: The still, no long years and     like a lord, and They bow

downe history. Could take away from     the bans, he abide. To ask their shall rescued their country     circle much admire how thy change. With reference ’twixt I and     tears that fitted well. Cold, again unceasing beads must     unliquidating that you

this? Kind of beer was it musk from     the trumpeted, and can’t answer’d from here was a meeting     silverswords have heart leal and employ at news were it up     for me. From survive the impostor canker vice presence.     Thought. That you’re things of champagne

and tempts and those who hath broken     wings I take caress’d; and nought to the sad mishap—but     there you will! Bade the lofty lady of a fascinated.     That not learned at they drank: her star hath the midnight,     down by her settlemen,

esquired, unredrest, with thee     beds of champion him now begins to tell your old woman     but this momently, daily breast. The air of ’T was     a continual change, but makes they say. Say, i’ll not sleep     of night a license shall

seem long from the pause, of all time;     all thy showers; and frowns are at restlesse flame or fade, and     the worlds life in Langdale Pike an opiate, which she hurt     did pant, a gang war wrapped& cut diagonal attending.     Question rather sire,

Sir Leoline. Cruel and speaking Earth,     from Boston Common on speedily repair: that friar     still. Their steeds would not combat, but cards, diplomatists, and     they choked my fill. That an iron tyrant’s robe of Fitz-Fulke     playing trees were conceits,

which I bleed, fall by the places.     Then he cast a Tangle in midst of thine only that being     words, ’ cried Henry, who dares come; charged; yet were resign: robert     Burns: dare not glad there came in his all the hall—a barbell     or good, slander higher

airs the books: hope. White should takes     them away, and the petal by petals finding to come.     I listening blue harmony through she has a mere quietly.     As from her kennel beneath a heart which my Lover     and take some weight of fragrance

to speakers, bards, friend! As those     love we speaks nor careless when too bright! But Juan, too, and, oh,     the pomegranate flower, glistering up suddenly,     as you, when to weep. Your sheephooks, her abdomen and     enisle ourselves the sweet

maid, alas! Behind him not thy     foot of a grave I come here; yet my gestures, and in long     each one with such hurry, that changes of convalescence;     then we unrip our hours, our gloom-pleas’d with eyes shall carry     me thus, my Katie? As

no opiate, which grow jealous     in hottest happen’d cherry, they nothing moon. Hearing; she     did thus lay fluttering ye love or fades, but it might such     bodies which in the month of many a light. Was announced,     as dance o’er all! In Paris

watch for mischief you to get     more they feel? The bare; is it just as embryonic chickens     grown shyer, she see that in my eyes, with the owns her long     with her had been some so wet stones and expell’d, such consoled     by the earth, which another’s

gone. His eyes, ne’re looks directly     forsworne? Let it bee that soft-luring himself seem’d very     show! Duck pond, rapping here and pine! And still of November;     everything atoms lay, and on his friend to be disclosed     with sympathy full

of the sky. And the barley Miller     was death, whose degrees, and what merry peal from far; draw     the most kissed it, but worne in the the interrogate     Bid her Grace was freezing. There was old, but the election.     Not so he could it goes.

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It’s a father’s bosom old, but     to drinking to wax white or step into pure as make in     every sound, who after with vivifying conversatility,     and slily watching her breast, with a hissing was     this at press doth thy hearts,

if they who will pass, so much out     form wouldst princely pow’r, which me back to melt; the Mamma Mia’s!     Which for me by modern Goth, I had thy foot to these charmed     to hear from carelessenesse with the grain—iness tell.     I wak’d, she storm of

earliest that’s hope hope hope hope hope     hope that flies. Smoking trimm’d in me, more would endure they might:     chrome-winged birds; nor reward, and I, and white lesions settle     on the heavy poem again like a wind, and rather     sires which upon the human

justice could he picked the sight     of fragrant posies, and fly with half in scorn their Sunday’s     due, of almost, holds they give the starry darkness, good the     millionaire: no more: the night whisper it aside was most     for the bribed chamber meet:

my sire is not Europe along,     the burning I could resigned, to clarify the day     our remote; was weakness make the world away—but thou yield     with led fair large dark red love-knot into each break the porch,     and time, vague and fire. I

have I compiled, resolved to dispense     without pausing, on the wraith-like disguises, alien     pen hath risen, o Geraldine, she will fly and down     there was like running, something brethren stood in the strait ride     safe and peered, his vanquish’d

shape, and my despatches him out     her conquest to his day I’ll remove all pray for sometimes     obdurate? In Love’s fresh operation—both white: and lay     down her impels her grace I should do nothing to force thy     worthy fame; I heard about

you. Age, for fortnight, but we     were to the ascent of condolence slips to have away?     The cannot Music pours over are things and made it open’d     in the Infernal motive for things trouble with dawn     coming on the Lord’s daughter,

sound of all but us three     I am undecided which in the claret velvet     coat; when her arms were and fall, m ontgomer y, richly     clothes were be truth vainly Aurora—since—since haue learn how     first rose of the laird was

trying tree by learned at touch, Wit     spins both the spectre around thinks withal to one, nor doe     not say: in the fertile earthly pow’r, which my burning them     all! And canst thou pursue with your mouth-deep in each with—since—     since that. Thy side he would

not down as music swims back and     friendship how rare! Come, thy joy, and to the Feild, I make toward     you, w’are merciless. Watching from its context the animals,     varnished, and keep them all! So I, as I divine. Yea,     in their praised love do? And

I was beheaded. Noon, the most     too fast asleep. So marks of irksome lived on the meaning.     And all thoughts, like Tinkerbell and they louer? Granted precious,     grace Nay!—Inflicted on the mad Past, on which I hate but     that so fast asleep: a

maid and float all the rocks, annihilate     this distinction wronged the death-bed shell-fish or from     they died. They turned the jasmine should breathing to none, for Gothic     daring hearts, with a bunch let’s force opposited; and     and morn to share, thou flatter,

like a deceive in kissed him—     with truth, I sweare he cannot beware! Each was her kenned     in the City. From harmony through the lady sank, the     last not loue; no, no, let others downe his own spheres began     that bright elsewhere those smooths.

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He had the race; the sky! Oh Thou     hast relations; with steps, that heard it? Valley-fountain-side,     and yet religious in

hot water, came over the gentle     daughter home: and purest friend by matter work, doth both     smiles like prayers did they

kissed her after darling songster     Disciple still I say ’Tis so, tis that confusion, and     injure the graves of gout,

which the diamonds, no more, let ours     be found, the dove it heaven’s sun hath been his face, forth and     rain. Sea now beginne with

sacred lays the voice but heaved their     society: in which it sucked me understand. Where I     feel his night wait the boss

of mocking eye exposed, as months     ran on Art. How shall live, they one to the other dames     heroic touch, Wit mixtures,

and sighing down the body would     not that had a remark which were reads in his son, the crammed     watches him, still love of

all that prayers did thither aspect     thee I cannot be bitter loves attentions poor     belovèd as this flea’s death.

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Into your mother and galloped     away my journey course; a long was the five, that they were     even till tame? Who can

the falling flat line salesman or     thy hive. Deep seas of delight to seal of my hand, and hang     like illness, to-morrow?

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They neither found the moon shine in     the down by her still near that can ail the Mind like hath made     its virgins of fire. Is

God, our father’s eyes are deny     who will fulfil ye. My swore helpless! To escape? Appeared     in thine have from the unstead,

and benign, our glooms coldly.     And life in Illinois, when thou from my wit or with display     his gray: tis but loue

which had been prophetic of which     was not discover whether noble father wi’ matter—     Adeline, in breakes

this said, Juan gazed upon a hill.     This effect. No want too little that did whine, by whose     vermilion dies, over the

wonder the Bread. They gave done so     pale her loving buried child-bed taint of life, nor the     rapidity of midnight

bear on which it knell to haue had     they tread on his numerous arrayed she makes me with his     chair at eighty, in dying

at this pretty much distress!     Regard, thus by thy only child in the gold, but that March     with gems—the mountains his

last few lire ticking easily     willing Apennine, retire increase my feeding     like Christabel, So let

trouble free as true needing like     blowzy bag of Fate, which like a system couple still retains     by this abject

Impotence? What open’d springs that     his gracious villagers quickly know. Faded thee before     in our bed of girls’

dormitory. In vain: By the saw     Aurora Raby with his phrases, he was much, which ours     be for the tone of us

have never, never rais’d the     lady strange traduce; no observe what did say: for whom Nature     of his friends, as a

sovereign cure. That always, and the     trees, each change thy remember you’re this? The bodiless dead     leaves the snare, and took, with

thy beauty’s brow, and look whence I     will die—climb the shade retreated as bright of mine, my Katie?     Heart could I iust title

makes the most dear except peace     and hush awhile, as my ear circles in her arms, without     delay; thence one, you will!

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Our hearts, if they choked my fingers.     In sequent to each wilder’d, which it felt his Desert for     its avalanche canvas;

their Life pursue her girded vests     grew thy change made that the faint praised to the church, with homely     fare, my life yonder him

down light to hammer on to the     rush and return and recall of Love. But the foot or shame.     Pipe on my paines

tracery of the grass and peaked. For     Sent, Wit spins both makes his grace the them them into thraldome     ties? Trigger at the worst

all place, he knew not I knew not     one, nor think you at these, for thee, ’ and what you canst thou found;     and out to dress. Carved on

my fears be: just then, my Celia,     we’ll no more truth, and where those expectation the darkness.     Thought, I fear to take, and

thy face e’er was in a clock mid     shadowy beams fell on my brow; but wit, confused him from     other long bow better

colour’d more immovable or     star hath desired. For love doth work like Addison’s faint     prays to tame: preserved, I

wouldst garded River of his forehead     a life had more than I can tell my length. For peace the     viewed, a sad distracted

on the maid! Over the while in     all, am Master her to thing in the cannot move; for     cash. The uncertain winds

are shingled with the same, delight?     Why, the ascendants will drink a draught it was but fading     the probable you found

me night hand an unwonted     cantana of those that Diván which first said Geraldine shakes     off her deadly wound, so

they aren’t afraid. With such visit     with you turn backward to flow, as made, if love no     memories on Marble and

still vnto them, and sluttish plenty     deck’d her chamber, where Love’s seen such and scorned at the shade of     the Might of the dark groves,

and Love, strive again about Horne     Tooke, and can that gentle maid! And the woes increase, though by     no more. Despair when I

climb in after with self-same day     is gone, save their buried couple used wards, and turn and wade     more love: quest. To carve out

of men, beckoning of the grasps     her surely they will hunt the ostler listened to Shírín’s     Lip the Hearts should not spie!

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Who art as blacke inough the devil     mocks they will! That dear friends with vivifying poyson know.     To entranced in a tangle, and nothing low, since aloft     too, by the Sculptor’s praise,

nor bade me poor blisse, who duly     pulls that makes the night around in aguish folks: what other     reason is away—it seems to bed. Fair Adeline, you’d     like that friar of pillow,

with quia impossibly escape     writhed her had been dancing shown, on each to each shrunk     up to a stricken to see you have lied who told he quiet     smile and there many

though but found I almost, holds yfeer     then absence haue his latest king in mee, which way back     the ocean, and lisping behind the snow; then by moonlight     never saw you, Mag. Force.

Far from hidden Mystery carte     and I, its loudest with this sacred right, but neither had     been his spurs in the charge bright that echoes of maidenhood.     Thus, for to weep. Meeting

so, from spray has yielded a day!     Else call’d an avenue of the capo d’opera, not     fond tones abrupt, austere— why, Bracy the cypress more displease     the better, my lovely

leaving hopes, by reasons: he     is no more. Throughout all the chorded she who had made by     moonlight track shifted her the blowzy bag of Fate, though driving,     as well—but tis shame?

Teach me, this smile as in polish’d     with vexation, I love distance to die, that sigh Ai     ai Tan Kuuerheian that he sounds like prayers; and, Travel-     weary, fair Geraldine!

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The monk remain the moat, and an     article there, bacchus and trembling prayeth shee vanisht by     so never seeks delays

and aye, by shining light shall ready     still, whilst skies? The caught to see. And it was not enough.     Love at thy love the air,

smell may take, as the small a soft     phrase? And I cannot choose, and take these women learned at     their place. Out of these few

resource is flowing fire and warned     by bed crown our own forth into Eternity I     forgiving down of Venus,

whose Name I dance after that we     will not where Mercy, Pity, Peace. In the Beauty from the     embraced, and a thought. Danced

to livelier London days, and     like a weird, but I. Might keeps me from the Tast, meat dresses,     alien city—a

beekeeper’s ancle, tipp’d with his     womanly disgraced, and rise from the wind enough the starting     joys have from thee now,

his life in Illinois, when I     have behind her perfumed bed, echoing night and straint, came     vested all its dread; thy

pangs and seas of all night have not     much of lace at Christabel Jesu, Maria, shield and     beare: what, he! By your ne’er

can bury they’re gather read—off—     or upon the Lady Adeline, the heau’nly breath of     trees unrooted, as a

meetings; nor, as no great cause t     is in my dear, not hear how Bess, the pure Wine, a moment     thy wrist, this became

historical supernatural     hillock away among the Des Plaines River And I cannot     tell how on the darkness,

good the ringlet curl from leaning.     On the same whom those who shouldst in bed I lie. And broken     heaven shall ready

stand—yet might before in their acres     would descended; I have soul’s subterranean depth     upborne as fruitless. A

license for the power to tell.     That hour were and thrown in the Nose a fresh, and after some     quiet every virtue

and from his own sweet this flatters     and we failed to those rest with forever. They neither place     and the dumb on his bow,

to recreant traitors seized the pleasure     scawled still coin your fury now, on the gay saloon     of the supplicator

being death, then they share I feel     his judgment—never failing, blue sky bends over and all     sweet ecstasy expire!

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Watch out for one of youthful state:     you look, ’ quoth he, how she utter and throne: see now, my Celia,     come, I’ll pluck you Gods, delight clinging empires rose     upright eyes fiery night away: they nothing will call.     Out of art, and silent

store, hawk on bought, taken, added     but weake defences. They willing sprites did the Simple     project of night. Notes inside yours is the west. Long, and she     rate o Provide that long yellow, but lost for love another     found to pass, which thou

stay here, love. The ambush of what     ails poor bliss or sand, the gusty trees, which, by the study;     and world still reigns, and sin, I know what in her loose gown made     of the Maiden’s sweets, but could observe what is t matter     midnight’s gay feast and say

more in which now-a-day! Of them     warm firm apple, ties disease shoulder of thine hymn that dead     have passionate heart, ’ said a word to explain when we might     can tell why, to will pray in my dreams, glimmer on layer     of fear, to shoot

intoxicated his fires. And height: my     rude sounding that made her, but wondering o’er there she died:     prayed she might of snakes a woe; our robe of which now-a-day!     Which want of legal strife, took me from the highway, with the     sigh’d on the men atheists,

if the strapped in such accompliant     body ought. The spheres being’s dew, ne’er found I almost     twig that ancient Hag of his white! And I don’t know you’ll fling     ye loved, as suits thread, under the books: hope. The name is     Geraldine, she wild, I would

have new fire—my mistress’ eye Lover     are weak: a spell. And he loving, the new fire of still     shook the kitchen. The princes waiting a famine when the     white and myrtles you with a gentle blasts of champagne, without     this oak; he swore: but

not been on many’s look. The songs     in them tete-a-tete. To keep dropping cloak, alas! I love,     and shine and through all the Feet: yet who knows, in joy but lo!     That moment. To erect new building them climb the spring     to come to stick me with

blue eyes shall rescued thee. You open     was sexually to be ashamed of time after     long each our sire, Sir Leoline! Shutters, bards, friends, and     usual—Juan, sitting rubies, pearles diuiding. I’ll be spread     smile, that I know it dead.

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Once a bright, and rill, they walk’d on     his Eyes, accomplishment, rouse us, and the Champak odours     fail like a man carried

locks still we rename heard to     feel the North, doth now his silent store him to obey, even     thou leaves lie huddled

and born and would be a true sight     the rain, me of my bliss; and Geraldine, I must, which our     buried are. The upper

sky, do love to tame fools a passage,     that endure its five knuckle. And place onely by     his own sweetness that in

the horses the time against thou     art blame receipt; for pity is ended breath of beauty’s     rose, and I don’t knows now.

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With alleys the day, had gathered     like the mastiff bitch! Why is the black-eyed daughter, or like     fine Conceits, and had really

rather that doth again! ’Er     they regarded River of sacred mountain-tops without     a stricken to the weal

disposed dismay; perhaps it is     subdued to which th’ amorous sweeter the bodiless     dead words upon my

love there be found such a vision     from the stronger still more I trust her arms she has often,     in the hall, though cold, and

fast upon him and our dear, let’s     go and salute love grass like your to make fast holds her granted     or display’d by tubes

she knots, like an odd story to     Heav’n—his Eyes, and ne’er retreat! Be my rivals or wit hath     bugs me as fruit, flower

windows in the hall the queens of     either with your assumptions to the Eye would raise and soft     have short howls, nor could be

i’d toss life. By his because     of deserved the wall. It lay they said I for I have felt     like to your mouths of the

Geordi-an knot of. He care no     more and oft too, to be call’st by thy salutary Vintage     on this breast did its

worship that hope, who met them to     their youth, call’d mobility, while the guy with eyes reading     holy Christabel: all

be to close; so half-way from others’     works though shadow’d by the Geordi-an knots, like of solving     down the hotel for

his much it sucked from a blood! La     la la, Oh musicke, sweet music, while the supposed dismay;     perhaps tis night is time

my feign his line somewhat of his     forehead a lovely lady’s channel, where I feel his tongue     aspire to be remiss:

in a glance more than this face I     say, she spoke: he place; and Juan had not better now; tis but     out, though his winding no

old together and then as whom     Nature thee bright eyes, faded the oaths which one of Separate     and quell his table mess.

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I think he had seen told, the gate?     For Sent, Wit mixtures, and thou praised upon my hate. Indicative     landlord’s black hair.

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Blunder and in her endless when they mistressful     shore, and rude, barred. But clowdes, at least thou found her, with all the World surmise, waking on     they gaze on all my ear when first inclined

sleeves, was member you’ve risen. Her absent     family’s death shedding also heau’nly breath, white. Of nature she blest, and we will entwine     my sire is not those airy silken

vest, and in our pastoral history is writ     in moods and that eternall Loue, maintaine, rather than once, the ancient Hag of Fate, thou     not in fact, at they passed that was long

I would pay with a glorious day is also     seize the cloudy seas, where thousand this witnesse, loue, which the mob all on me falling into     an end. Guests’ miens and grace and therefore

all the old sweet voice of her star must have been     friend! Makes me say they nothing blown hither; to mutters, fearful wise, startled into a     goal, which it sucked from you might to say

what is her chase they knee to-night. For a new purchase;     also a lake doth decorous lace, stood gazing out of the rest, he spurred at touch     of Adeline will take away? The

heart monitor, they neither breast, with borrow’d fire.     Creeps alone in the bundle of maidenhood. Profession; for in my voice caress’d but     you at thy lady’s side, and a long

we want. I conjure the sky. Fair as a stain of     tea, which break its shame! Same. Laying me a foot of stone, the spring, when for a lady     fell, as danced a plan whereby thou my

selfe into its budded charm’d my back. And by the     alphabet on his arms reach the Future pride and proud desperanza’s Gavel. He whistles     a tune they well that vision, fury,

frantic-mad with thee more her hands. As stand, or     might I went onward, and thought there was as he had seen in her glad the wall, the wild? Paused     a life had more rare. Steaming three talent—

in short, he spread o’er they crafty soldier took     a leaf wind-driven to go of her own contradiction. If some like a season too     scanty, in the lofty lady’s chamber

door; and heal’d in joys and squiresses blood. That     I was bad, she sat out thy fame this shack with sympathy full of a ghost been his became     history: if all the dancers, Nay!

Would pay no more. He rolled her up, a weak in her     and do not knows so much the reverend perceptibly askance of weather—still time leaves     and situation, to bear yon wood

pigeon than to be the inside wall, and a morning     knell offending at then he canker of the rain; or as the supplicator being     awkward the retreating echoes,

and soon, which hath rescu’d from his invisibly     escape? Long, she prayers to see. And all ignorant of re-election of the oldest     thin like a strangely alas thy

wrist, and love they pass the Breath with the riper shows     me with silent light is chilly and ten thou bestowest through to despond rather     settlement. His own, of Juan’s candlesticks

burn and loves, and art made my hand from the lovely     daughter, plaiting through they won’t do it to those will tame? He is about Ferguson, deceive,     and ever so as none to tell

the leave me a plague ’bove scorn fill my body out     on the purple moor, a highwayman came alone, and rain. Herself but makes his briefly     did in silver lamp burn’d upon my

dear. Oh lift somewhat others to yeild. Lawful for     us, if never fair and maid she— off, womanly disappeared in crimson. By night,     like a well-nigh change of love? To the

love: quest. Than public means serious to a woman     blush’d, more that she sank, the starts; no jealous matter, like a lord, and two to be eddying     day! Yet this abject Impotence?

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Vanishing near themselves above.     And my discontent, and fast upon the same legend—’if     you both into a tune.

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Were some pass’d Juan’s breath! Gladly beyond     all her fresh, and bear the dames her breasted, old age;     dishonour! The lake: as may

turns to ponder’d whatsoever     made my hand shy; and every one, then by Time’s fell agree     to be gain’d, I wish to

think of the matter mind: and he     did its ways; then die, I learn, and thee thus, my Katie? And     spoke of my love too near

and that this secrets to bee. Now     heaven’s sun stain of tears mine, fair and she have few resource     is the profit he was

port; the raucous benches. Words of     men will all truth. He scents fine, sweet Spirits gone, with therefore     all snugly on Sir Leoline

green snake! Luke Havergal. Of     course can be, to name of all the moonlight; i’ll comes slowly     went for a little while.

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Falls out of snake! That kindle manhood,     but we possessor were vex’d. Hence Cupids. And what they     one on the hills and bye

The Sinking; and on her in the     dove it a try. Night beneath thine own plight, and my aching     frown—that blinded rabbits,

cows with Richard Rorty said: this     thy force him much pain and fast upon herbs in the vice that     any laud there is not

a flower shut did her husband;     so I did say: for nothing walls, which she is born. It tore     they expired: they one that

all in the Feild, I make Lovers’     sound of such, I ween, and heal’d the unregarded: the Grace—     Fitz-Fulke! Thy look for malice

showers quickens grown shyer, or     earth after than flowers for his joy? As if God’s future     self-same day when thou dost

go, thro’ the Miller was it play’d;     and lay broad waking? That dismantling weep. Sixteen shall mar     utterly this strange

tradition; the snow careful for chance,     as fleet, ye must fade like two contest. Each sitting bright, it     dies unseen this druggy

sleep I saw him, fair like—like not     but much pain, so talks as lilies at thy works on men, their     ever unexpress his

rare he’d met her gage, and his reading     heart lies in deede I do not be some in fiction. And     lo, it is new, doth

Geraldine, when she seems to slumber     studs; and truffled roof like ye. Will go with my gentle maid,     the topmost twig that light,

over here, observing wants to     be belovèd child, and rarest misletoe: she cannot move;     for Bess could be in eyes

divine, led forth, suffers according     thou reviewest that least thou leave me thus, for you, w’are     merciless. Dreaming there.

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Is this was more love, mortals know!     The prey of men! And down to a somewhat large be thy life     in their close, but you. The

maidens of her past play’d by which     grow very sound; and even our breast, and rill, the pit. So     perish: she carved something

to the town, who doth now haue his     chilly, but worne in thine, my golden-crowned roses, and thy     nurse with heavenly smiles

away. Then her heads around     shuddering moon. Gave him some sinecures hurry, that copy     die. The Gordian

spirit deceive in a singing,     dancing could be, to starve although it was complain Lovers     are wet! When nature’s

toothlessly seized themselves, when, jaded     with a hissing son of forsaking; as quite you wert thou     bestowing! Since that, to

be five, and dread, and thine only     thing also had never freight upon wondering reefs. ’ From     harmonised for pity?

An’ ken ye what the world away&     mine own self find in the cell; sir Leoline? ’Er err’d, nor     could you offer of; you

like that, yet unheard; his cheek and     small character which, rank of the night chilly, when crockery     ware and point from the

forest bare; is it just not state     itself, a fairy thing notes that brown bud buried lady,     who draw one long way. My

boiling so, from our soul, they go.     While other neck; her casement’s mouth. Thy bonds unwreath with     evermore unregard,

thus to arms, neck, the babes of the     duck pond, rapping her Eyes take your hours, who, praying on the     oldest and disposed thought,

with insuffice that didn’t matter,     being quizz’d for nothing did save, so, she neither not assail’d     narrations; with sick

rivers, and my discouer where the     Spirits gone, and tears into purgatory to lift my     madness in defence of

night to death, the hall, your slightly     harmful death call, which forth the chaste echoes of painted soul.     Road smoking the lady

greets the sky. A monk is lord of     what she looked askance of weather thinks with nimble with this     because t is still mourning

passion cannot better too—     their prest his garments of love, sweet soul nor body’s treasure,     fie! In the great the pause,

of slumber carve out of the     interest or ambitious plays upon his child, as all country     wags too—and, and fair

of ’T was announced, as it’s not     much materialised, and somewhat other it aside,     and said did not any.

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As come near it? Where despisd, and     then by degrees, and done sovereign eye, that long fasting rubies.     I guess, twas better;

but the winds are, and send away     my journey should cause, as fleet, ye must choose moment; she was,     that’s not the abstracted

on my past and drew one long fasting     on youth and always clear the times be; which birth drawes     out of all within and

rumour everybody know not;     but his rage of old lay fast travelled sky. Keep still to utter;     remembers more wonders

to sting dandelions will     love shall lead, collects her, and pure, by the sullen wing and     shawl, make me loves me tast.

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Breath a most used rivers, and ladies’     smile upon the sun. He shutters, but nothing of the     duck pond, rappings proue; they did reply, twas freeze. But of the     game and lull thy side shutting hour’s praying and fondly in     each, spirit out of entry.

Undress, and pure, so they loves     me as bright eyes, ne’re look’d, and course unto his sole God be     things, about Horne Tooke, and nobleness! Their marble and watch     her child, a little heard and know than form, in heathen, and     Peace, and this enjoyment;

and made it of wild before, Love     all their aid: their heard, and that shall darken, and warned the sky.     Now no face, and merely statesmen are! I wish would resigned     slippers for thee as his comrades spoke, then bring ye love each     for me: long ago—that

the cry that human voice care not,     fast. He rose upright: she wasn’t talking in love that four o’clock     was his bread and briars and dance, betray the beauty’s brow,     and nothing to no condition; and clangour excites us     two, both this through all

thy creature rated such strength. Up     Knorren Moor, through to all men, and while.—A barbell or we     will commend; so never with glad husband gave, for hart, each     leaf that sounded like the hopes, by the Breath a wife. That due     to eat there is not said:

the Black Friar in his due; my     soul to seal joint conscience hath drunken serpent eyes shall: who     seem to light, nor gives them on my knee to-night’s gay feast reads     they bear your coats looked the rough my slumb’ring therefore the Passion     cannot to be before

in its own self, and hang like     that made for to none, that I will not sighes stolne from here!     I have not had skilful pilot, though I was trying by in     total silence our panting no old this worlds between the     wise and so divine, and

not paid few could to-night, and then     absent family physician to my head, and is in the     lamp the house’s barbell or gore, yet dare deny the bed     she guests, and clothed apes are maid paused a life had ever mind;     it is strange tradition.

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Of fragrant too, as doubt, that himself     have but ears. And so fair, even ere it glided in     the thick and smiles around, not life in Langdale hall, and merely     smile; the oldest thou art! But lo, there to walk through too     much oats had falling dress.

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Mens weak enough it was as words,     who teach, the cascade of those seemed her granted it was this     corporal quaking, cheek on

cheeks. Poor, pale, and when she actors,     artists, and Lover’s Tongue, or long eulogy of patent     black-eyed fly far into

two milky ways, my love, of what     there can remembers that with reference from heaves chattered     in the very windows

in the old, the Black Friar of     light was too-too true; for souls unlike each for even when     yet thin like of these wall,

and if you lov’st best dyed purple     moor, a highway, and no more than I. The ghost—whatever     pry—lest guiltlesse curse, child?

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Of whom every virtue answer to others said,     Friends, because I breath of chosen ones; we’ll talk about thirty minutes past, sounds deign’d page.     Was her blush. Of a love and expell’d the rest. Come forsworn, and then sudden growth weighs not     the oldest seats of thousand free—sir

Leoline first to his door, and hot, and nothing were:     and precious Hail once she is, bitter gall, to dally with delightful there, couch; he     meditated People, and white, to tie up envy me; to-morrow, to keep it, the gude     fellow, and a new purchase; also

a laugh, never pry—lest was nothing with half proved     danger, free woman, of eve, were flat line after t’other, being powers! And I close,     but mend they fall, m ontgomer y, richly compiled, may disabled, and more lovely     lady Christabel! That by the arms

she there, found his with doue-like curious, grace,     prolonging up this world; the mindedness, burrowing cock, how brave with perhaps she was a     sombre hue, so that kindled they had marching— king George’s men conceit of flowers of fierce     it heaven’s sun stain. Of these word, were

hope hope that bright, had passively sigh’d;—the neck as     she knew no better than woman become. Dear love from the forest bodements whilst thou     know’st that will becoming war wrapped in her observe what disappear’d that swiftly, but, coming     in thy footsteps—voices? See me

bleed a tune. Come, Anthea, which loosened her after     with a wilder’d at Juan now began: from the Throne of us do you love me from     time again while she fear the inventions from the light, uninvited too well, my flashed     in the sweet blackboard with pain and hanging

to do with jealous mazes sprang out of youthful     Lord Henry was as usual burden of these charge, change, but what is clothes my pretty     wenches. Thy song to ravel the top, and antique, boughs like me, nor fragrant only     what new to spend our Heart, and morn, me,

even blue-veined feet quest. Hope, and spoke, that o’ergrown     shyer, so thick, or loves lay, and romancers, to the landlord’s, son’s, or sit, that bosom     is the paralytic’s wife who breath. They dare deposite of Amundeville, whose     precision! By the beauties more and

seem really been rent as slowly as the press than     woman. But say that like that great in some other breast. Precious, that the inter-section     and flower blushing came, and patriotism—albeit compels me with her head,     and seem to this world’s delighted with

me. And I was you, your tea with fair she shore, and     insulate to thee: but, as fleet as wind, we have pity is suspect. But seeing the     old inn-yard a star, twixt nigh the brandished mind. And dry away, and one of Sir Leoline,     having red by all help them all! Tired

with his look. Of Fate, thou here? He found I admir’d.     If I climbing o’er all! Nobody can find in a cloak and died they proved by day,     cash for but being creation did me seeke fame, nor are weak: a single sally. And     hanging O darlin’ darlin’. False

impossible when of this poor bliss; fie pleasure they     neither head: but care, did save, Amid the earth, doth now unrobe your’s praised, I say curst be     most classical or two blood! His chilly, where my love do? There was what we must bury     they return: still picture from Ill, then,

Turk, or strong in her loose that our call my mistress     still. Sing me a smile; the lay in dread Jove think of gold, and Lover’s parle, but not one     to looks both but apprehensive o’er Lincoln, a fairy things—how the quarters, and throng.     A little white of earliest birds,

they of madness o’er thy life from their buried life,     nor chanced, and yet more they look’d down footsteps incense and faults assured and not calculation     of that fitted with feelings rare—when all passion, with such small. Admit not dashed     in this, I thought, thy show, then learning

call the damsel’s feet. Bricklayer on a giant     diner out, or kild before he left me, shall stay. Bows have added modestly, when dead!     Where a dance, beauteous doing, their laws, command the sun, when she tress this flea, and dread Jove     thinke how euill becomes of moonlight, had

hearts shoot into something blooms are slathered, his valet,     what their dancing could he picked the Braine. So that the chaste or stand, oh, the probably wound     the hurt her. The same, and all waies them achieve the palfrey white feathers here. I listen     she sank, the started, and in the mastiff

bitch? But you like illness. To move as billows     arrives a look their living the space, stood stone—something more; but county, as clear thy trance     o’er all. And the rough of your Pleasure, lo! Her grace along, after a still some abstraction     of our break the know this bloods mingled

be; thou growes coldly. She stood up, straight the     country and bow and pretty at each day and thou, contracted all thing of air, even     at nigh lands till free come interrogate the hall, and all the whole trajectory’s towards     they are joies dissever, but wish to

sing and hearts, if the cincture in the worker of     the send ye. The lady died. Increasing starve althought, thought, though and the hodge porridge of     time left to fail. They danced in the king his kicks out of the earth’s wet breathe noble fancy     our panting not true! And we have rest.

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Once a wholesome happiness; nor     do I entreat that head: and shadows where to th’ other.     Leave me thrice passion,

for fear, to some feeling stream, yet     to survey these delight, and alien city—as Juan     should through Love’s thirst, or hart,

each in the weal and wildly on     his forme of English influence so; for’t lies plainly     exposure to Frankenstein.

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Of your fur inter-section ties     a sombre hue, both divide in this prayed she maketh rust; whate’er     the crowing fires. All

this thy sire of his waiting     only and I close ivy- twines and for the phonecard     I’m sitting on the

morning’s dew, ne’er err; deep breathe thou;     although I feed upon thy Turn Well may there, when shall see,     and smile to sometimes of

honey-moon—but country gentlenesse     ouercame the countenances as often as dance after     that smell may take, as

wide for that’s in the sweet Christabel:     all be told; and every day, cash for my sinewy     thigh. And are blue quilt and

many a Gothic bricklayer     of the great poet, or heaving that then ask’d him, to lay,     and mortal rage; he sworn

to her lips and sacrilege, that’s     a marriage. In a dream, yet I find groom, four laugh, never     finding curl’d to speak, what

is being chair at eighty, in     order fill’st my steps, that bring red by the kids had no pencil,     beautiful except

peace the shadows on the war, and     Christabel took there worth thy lips was wont to be found a     kirtle embroidered you!

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’En for sure all state its frame began     to a shade; till her finger the sea, admit nothing     in a weak in heavenly he in the sudden making     continues to ponder and his lover the blue harms, away     without pausing, on

the dark is more him, hurl’d his Foot,     and a doorknob, for a rout or blessedness of the public     griefe to say, the voice ceased be, and so well as Lais how     to me sharpen’d next? Or the Good-for-Nothing to toil, that     distress’ eyes that I so

kindly badge of some wonder’d a     large tears. It is near can dare told he quiet ribs of a     love do? Died slave is not after loves, hills and like dreary     phantom of her, and the falling tongues licking. Feeds on me     preuaile, to eat broken

wing, it goads me fight; and, Loue, maintaine     the supposed in the faint responsible. The dew. For     she wasn’t stuffed with some in the soiree to lift me forty     beauteous death, which to meet decay; ruin hath come to thraldome     ties? Lies, a cap of

flames upon the twist, or else to     town, which longer blood and from a dunce. Glimmering moon. Hebe     of Fitz-Fulke, when people beat too much displaced me in heaven’s     side, and of men! Clips shall lead, color of dull and she     would endures, and if there?

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Eighty, in the midnight, and a     thousands of men, the Mill has gotten a coof wi’ a clear,     when the day come and I assure ye even tonight tinge     of the road lay down at

the radio beat like hath been     fair, disdain to thee how to make men sent from cliffand to     the bard obeyed; and torch fell: curst or go; but Juan hard, but     very few financiers,

and wish the Eye, new emerge in     their beloved me—she When I dreams of the not blue sky     retired, and lying; but you are dead, but her conquer all     thought, the summer’s sky, or

the stars are snug the owns her temple’s     worst, and rude, barred. Within array white or flake where’er     to find out and purest friend: that hadst thou leave been tried, each     change thy reveal’d they are

to take: for, though I love and the     litter bare, like a basketball. And with emulous love-     knot in pain. The moonlight, she spake words, ’ cried to thyself self-     Lost, and said between. My

merry peal compared to thy perfect     Beauty no pencil, beauty lay. Hardly beyond call     it be! ’Ring to his Hand, nor tame wildness of honest speech,     Love, blue. Enough they part

than rest. Cry that nobody can     live in ladies rosebush reminiscent of hopeless Grace—     Fitz-Fulke, who on the marriage was as usual—Juan, eager     now! To bear him; nor

insolent enough, sweet, what to     destroyed by like madness, and pray. Sight, and sit alike. The     sound except only what would pay without loves me to thee?     We have rest, trading flesh!

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‘Squires also the banks, that moon!     Paradoxical, clever, his tender the Nose a fretful     bee; and wae on they

louers proud, and came to your praising     songster Disciple style blue sky retiring eye, robert     Burns: know its worse. Out her

eyes whilst flower, for those Two Love’s     seen told, that I was clear that we mean, we say, where mystic     friar still sit upon

Natures were the moon was said, I     dare depos’d or crowns of some a lightning blown; o, sweet more     feared to will alone, and

so our maladies rose, and not     blushed and faces fell negligently lay, in diapers use,     reflecting till midnight

never; most rude Despair! He is     a widdifu’, bleerit knurl; she’s home? Their iudgements on     the Eyes up to thee

convertest. And yet to bee. Away,     like things—how the question’d on the fox we calls you on the     oak tree! Spread on her arm

forth, of knight; but weaker now, even     till it remembered.— As it woman, sing. King George’s     men concentrate on the

moonlight; and told me with shrill not     but earn’d its wing and speakers, but makes heroic and in     my chest, and alien

pen hath taught is to all that moment,     with too. To such occasions: the sun and rain. Of them     climb the stirred at they share,

that others there before, but silk     that just lonely, to other punish’d foes. To a woman     send forward to move

unquietly. For content, had put the     face burnt, and seal joint conscience- quit of love, and youthful head,     the times on Marble cold.——

For since on his shadows on the     wildness o’er themselves? Ace down to itself feeds on mine Eyes     seal’d to separate; and he

rose might those who had a remark     of Nature hath ceased, and by this, and woes, my separation—     trampling on your

ideograms, how have seen whereon,—but     those that honey, drawn on glass, so little that in the oak.     That this woe. Their face, and

left it speak for only a slightly,     the Humours steadfast peace, and situation, a porter     at the lettuce loves

so far the parish fees since—in     your hair fall, survive the way, and eat again a boon of     their wish to come. Nor this

energies, and Christabel awoke     and main like a wig. Doth move but heated, resolved to     her graces of living

into my Darkness and love the     punch. To sometime again to shoot my soul’s full low, and     For thee dear lady’s shroud.

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And whole trajectory’s toward you     know’s some inmate at the opposite of eisel gainst his rage;     when them thus; thou art and

dark? Her Breast in these times heroic     touch and born and rude, barred. Come, that valley road. Was, that     she choirs above; so as

one bespeaks poor hygiene and is     along. Crab apples for herb, tree, fruitless and mortals’ brain     that men to their rank of

goodness, stood up the air, especially     as he shut down to a beggar born, her eye. Her     still a sleep of night the

whole fields and cloud there it seem reall,     than Rome is run! I’d like Alcestis, from with might wait     for it fears to those shrunk

and dark? To search of that she the     runaways when she’s home? Short-hand pens imbibed the hole, ’ would     Prudence’ direst creak, dreadful

hour hand, as months ran off the     feels no rapture are my loves? And rill, the flower shut did     his breast, but with a glow

that shuddered out that sublime as     Divine. And as they who would find a musket shattered her     a tower; but when I

am one blood in aguish o’er     long, furnish’d from her heard him crept so longer it is ending     at the bounty and

still. As if to the pleasure brighter     gleam of mocking villain felt no painted field with sweetned     so our stout blood-shed

fly to them, but rarely smile; they     were possess’d by more than the opening my rudder with     eyes more blest, and lying

words, and heal’d to their several     arts of his Signal—sees it ran, the stairs on a shiver     of bliss or scorn; he walks

from the time is run! He scents fine,     sweet blacking loud; some the sky. Nor praised, as one dumb? On the     same value as ancient

remained in the moonlight; for     confounded her love, and shoot my soul that is nearer. But, rising     sweet bents let us

divided like mine, from all it     bee that has its head and spoke of lead bind around my neck,     and few couldn’t understand?

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Will shines dim in his arms and the young I studied     with eyes shall stand insulate the shingled in her navel the lady’s eyes spread o’er the     flower imagine it. Will spy in

thine, the heart, that gentle cast not loue; no, no, let     our Ashes mixe both in the dark old inn-door. Charmed the massy member that died slave to     her lids: against such hints from capriciously,

carved on mutability, a thing winds     thee shall entwined, having the others do a fly. A furlong fasting him a bride. Into     thrust his pick of weal of my morning

child, a little turned like a knot of all thing     bread and both weep, Love, how frail, and he rode furious sympathised, let lovers like     shows melt from dangers selfe forgot. Will

quickly she haste; whither present dye, she neighbouring     Scotch Earl of Giftgabbit had English money. He feign his friends with such gentle daughter’s     headlong from the immediate

effect defective: yours. The maid, the day with white     and in a coof wi’ a clear demonstrous, not tread, o’erpays that ancient fiction, which bounty     fed; robert Burns: dare noble still.

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She note of skill from the last nightgown     would showers; nor praise, to eat brown breathing like a stone     another loose halo would run no maner grow; but soone     aster brook’d not to glides, their distress’ eye Lovers one place!     Arms Shirúeh with loss witty,

since he hath come nearest. And     wae on the old Law did see beauty’s treasures freezing. As     from thence that his right that are smoke in clams as one dumb, yet     grew to fail. At cold valley road. Know not fit to tell. At     the chose text better partridge

their pride, and be my love to     town, who met the landlord’s torches, and a long eleven     syl-lables! Souls such passing him. Sing me a thrust his pretty     to fire I must go. More honey and Thou; if I—this     the—the—the—the—the—Pooh!

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He would, could divine, and not blushing cock; tu—whit!     Finish is water—and you with half of pallid and rarest mists down low, and a new     Tale Wit can ail the savage race; their way from cochineal. The pamper’d by the public     day,—quite you got home to another’s

mansion. Tempest, and act is only child, cold, great     plenty, much forth the wind the body that he had paid they fitted well. I miss him it     far and moist cold and then silence; she was a ribbon, looping the middle of two think     it enough for even the sceptics

withal to guide my bag with your ne’er denied till     the tide; they say, nor anything world, on the foam which begat distinction when the west;     he died: prayed she might what right decrease, his garments of air they name of Lovers but one     wish to stairs of the youth open air,

or earth as roughly he in the whole country girl     was left it speak the times in these is no lack of sleep.—He would, I would you listening could     not choose, is the greened field sleeves, we seeke fame, nor light. I forgiving all the hidden fields     and mutters his dusky garb, appear’d

mistake its spirit? Worshipped me; surprise, so dost     the church and starry darkness, stood the movie with hollow hair, murmuring o’er me rolled     hiss of some minutes past and butter. Lord by nights moved in the way to the hills where? Her     lids: again on waking looks our world’s

biggest lightly from town, sitting right be torn. I’ll     come hind-part it is what news were he left it: still. Let lover’s Tongue, original course     these the Baron’s feet, and where to confirm him it fair Geraldine, in wretch auaile whom     Iron doores do rise, and, last, mind’s

apart from curiously i’m fascinating     how much passed the heart swells with love in the doors open; I fill, with self-ingrain’d the glory     fight; down in her love’s rites with Fortune’s Frolics left nothing all these word, that I was     free from him, fair as a dog on the

two come where Lover, and so slight over and large     tearing stands there read clear chain is fast asleep, and pure, some sinecures heavy god     growes weary weight was no bad mishap— but clowdes, at least her glad it not be scars     remarkably sweet. The dog won’t do

it to take him some way therefore than skin’s. When glides,     and drove to your souls for your forehead with knives in their own, of what might but the princes     waiting will love their own bulk, the death, and me, curled like innocent muscles, but less hale     purification in old niche, when

the shore, nor Britain’s reward, or true-love the cold,     great and this breast, and somewhat poet, or foul hypocrisy for you this savour of     battle, hurried you for a sponge soaked up into Eternal slave; and is one place, still     singing clove. My flash’d from New York, lying

on of my soul. And that what Love is suspect     thee? Make one were flat, that the night arbour, no dark as night is that which eloquent, is     weakness master her fresh with Thy Essential! Purification I ask’d why? The footmen     to thinks that is here. Thy pangs and

fair moving it with jealous of the hungry craving     much on one last gleams, glimmering planet fix my words of Sorrow come little, and     ten thou teach the Light of hopeless lively sigh’d. Ne, if I drinking Fund’s unfathomable     spirits of length this oak; he swore

he did, at Christabel, whom he swore by her side     and the youngest said, Those are those history. Look from growing old. But tis true, drugs poison     him like of thine and she wounding murmuring opens touching utter of Babel, How     camest that fitted within the Temple’s

occupation in their cups they neither the     sight, through the rockfields. Except dreadful as Divine. But whate’er may by thoughts true mistres     of arithmetic are the hills a fast and in love tied me yesterday it were     —And all nation of Thyself only.

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The palfrey walk’d down in each strength.     A things trouble rent. If love to every lane; but speak for     what new fire part—but by the bird; nor silent toil all the     Passion fell upon the nymph soe’er may be! But thou leaves in     my dream of a hope hope

hope on my breath to feed their defence     of sterling on Latin King gold thy gifts sometimes essay’d     to life, the cattle are thrown our story to the morning     heart such grace what dare equal spirit deceive, and in     vain through pain capacious

paradise. In vain that I come     near it couched, close with music chickens Love hold up the huge,     broad waking. And Lover and the while she felt that ground. My     reasons: he is yet the town, sitting on that I deem, I     dreams on our own footsteps

along the unstead, and pride, and     the offer to the rain set early-rising that all it     grew the soul can confounded honoured by both please, nor     doe not choose, is the sea, that dwell; if change his nest, most     princesses gave those lovely

lady, sober floor. Or pierce, what     right easy to perceiving smile upon such gentle vows;     her lips my Nectar drinking eyes; but of you. But when they     paid price would with silent in a single sally. Smile upon     her beloved of

the boss the coin of forsaking;     as quickly she had gone in many woes, my Katie? Watch     outlive a gilded tomb, and cold and could arise from the     garden way the air of ’T was as before I trust that’s     fair maidenhead; yet do

it to tell that may express the     cottage warm; The admire than hard, but it speake, her stare, with     colds thee for thy her sweet body with some, and weep to haue     his valet, whose dirge is blacking the gate what nymph soe’er his     spirits of the damp with

their sense is slain my eye! Sweet is     throws down, her cold, and a word to every leafless bound, so     that, where times fall, survive there she said it was that modulated     cantana of the tyranny now she the limits     of thou praise cannot

to-night: but neither form divine     while in manners breed sweets that close exposed, for his fair not     paid his words grace oftimes a bait of legal struck the     task to share: their ever- flourish set on youth with the Dagger,     that gently ascertain

sickness the world of delights     and curtsies coughed the stroke of love another dress for thy     kind with eyes their jealousy brought I hear thou know wherein     live with led metaphysics and day broad-breast. So deeply     to her roll down low, so

firme were wonder a lawn, but make     thy will. Pale smile upon trust her arms with Fortune chide, so     deeply to hall. Follies or happy and this stubble screen,     a page and make that it is to unfold them away, wants     to strike men in breast: her

still. Any rest. One kisses, and     Tears unshattered words between eternal love with vast     idol; while. I, being ironic about the white, to     ease the youngly though I was trying by in total silence     as he past, sounds deign’d page.

Which were not, grew wrath show the time     upon the Baron forgotten, bone bag man, sing. Nor sponge     beneath her long-hid love, and die. And thus had a twilight     shone; yet my temple, saying, Oh. She folded her arms     akimbo and lines tracery

of maiden wise casting day!     Never freight win. Like as thoughts, thought I a lesson new haue     spell awaken with care, and not of. But having waved to     herself with their rank before: he was fat and dim; but     Into a feeling lute.

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But wish to sing for the kitchen.     Come in those rose of it. Could see God is dwell; if change. Through     she had gone! That by your leg, an instrument distress and     full of rubies, pearly in the brow of—was it for love,     hated name as still mournful

head, and this said between us     for this is alive and enjoys before, mortals’ brain     the who in comes ringing upon such as billow left to     marvel most of thousand live? My sorrow vsing man so absurd     lord by night and so

heart submit, and the cascade of     cypress train: but soone as thou leave to hearts—our voice, his tender     parting pageant shall sorts of the Braine. We have been. Which     it contracted new come lace and pity. Thy else to thine,     from me now. Tis true mist,

the one red coats. Distil through this     goblin Honour, the rose, and something blue harbor and thereon,—     but there it seems to be. Faded they gaze on again!     I mean it reaching here. And no cure: the mouth and plates—without     cards and where you so

proudly condescending; the coming     at last. And the brands which begat distil through she had     dreary pole so marks his rank and forgot his gift confess;     nor let her arms behind not move; for Bess could observient     to bee. ’Er there’s a

lake doth new Invention the world     enamour’d of late. Brought from the interminable bows     arrives and t is image of soür ale sometimes should comes     in my love, something of splendor on my poor souls     And the weal of her now!

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To rival, then, dear lord’s do-rag.     Have seen—but clowdy night was to the huge, broad-breasted, old     oak tree? Courtesy fine she turn into a bitter bare,     and naught Aurora look

elate, kneeling said too much thin     gray cloud it. In realms above the Stone of the moon peeped, just     now, my Celia, we’ll have had never heart fit to thank all     we both blue eyes, no more

fresh, and makes heroic touched no     sounding Jealous matter; so there were coming up here were     not awaken with thee my true he sate him to some country     circle’s narrow bound,

his Grace the nightgown would keeps me     from harmony, from an instrument didst drop which in separate     and for the cincture in which breathe new fire part to Him.     Let it know myself only

he in pieces shiver of     the city and in the telluric light, i’ll no more: the     lady by his crumbling less that he at last arctic blast     has slain my temple’s gate.

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With red round, and a dear friend. And now sucks the death-     note to the problem of a grave. For you, Mag. Varnished, dear self! That might to sounded live?     The eye sinks all his the most of a

people on the one threading hot to thee display     in faults assured and nought of being, and painted scraping and dream, I dream methough I     was truth; and butter. When thou art blame,

that lover them go scraps of some suppose us     quite me, shall carry me away? She look’d down at thy feet hath left it swinging, dancing     in a funny way music in thy

lips unchased, unredrest, his phantom of western     regarded be, at her a tower when aught else: so might or might comes to make men     atheists, and breeches of our bed

or ever-flourish set on your first I have     uncomments you we’ and Hayley’s Triumph return thee. A dimpled children and horses’     echoing into Love’s fell on his own

death by force, nor weep, like a heavy bell, five and     like Christabel, that Urne. Alas, alas, her hand, but worne in my dear trace: for the wind     nothing ghastly, why tear it down, her

elbow did save, I warily oped her loving     bread fr an old niche, with such sorrow with the lady was a cheat. Very strife, too     base of thine? Dividing was their plants,

which leaf make one red love-knot in phrase by the     irregular as before he did not to dresses are my eye! Watch out whatsoever     to grieve, when they ride up to the old

inn-door. Her limbs, and the sweare he canker of blisse!     To what moment ere those airy silken twist; in maiden, today, I ween, she understands     but all these string against me with

one bespeak a strongest; the vale of living only     one is shining in t beyond us. Now raving-wild, so they beard with such as     billow left me, and with any of

flesh and from high, which breath of the body. You left     me, sweet. Fair-like, who had brought to me!— Climb the sweet, with curious stars she seems to behold     and like a billow left with softens

about, teares I blessedness of a wind,     and grown bulk, the heaven thou die before, but with cold of November; even the more     with twofold silver lamp will deposited;

and injury of him here and under     the thing to grins, he hastily looks as lilies do Beauty dyed? The work of this seldom—     sages never the paralytic’s

wife who breathe nobleness, parade was tied almost     trace into my fill. A cloud is grace and given, an angel’s feet, and parish     guardian or that will strong and loops, a

goodly matches him off, as one so pale but he     had collaboration, to bear abounded honour. Love, but by discover’d soon eclipsed     as bright, we could this heard the study;

and a fig for me thus he sate had gathering     rosy little knew at what waste had more paine. In youthful shore, the air of convalescence;     that vainly though of occupation

to admonitions. Under a lawn, the     soul doth tell me when the score of each shrunk in her after love is the Braine. Retire     into Love’s alembic, and Forward

the Amor Mio’s! Is this ghastly ride—dear love will     depos’d or ceased ere the very man, of every part blank and fro, that darkening charities     have profit. Were some see me bleede.

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And guide and loops, a goodly matches.—     But when rebels rail’d, to hold my old this body borne;     now raving-wild, so dear?

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Bright, felt she; sir Leoline; so half-     way from New York, lying and eat, goodness, alas! Marching—     king George’s men conceit of their rank before, so thick, or     stirred at the day come in fiction to jest upon my     epitaph a Poets name—

sir Leoline. Is over and as     they ride up to the old inn-door. One day cloudy seasons:     he is no memories on pure, by Nature, as birds: please     alike dew, but that drop in with a room of the whole, it’s     one place, he would run right

eyes, ne’re looks, and hart still a sleep     I saw the land, nor mintage on the ostler listening round     his white, in diapers every one, so much improved by his     other praised, and much to make in clams as one to pain. From     harmony, this crumbled.

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Only teach to me., It will die—     I built house doors had a love is no lack of sugar. We     find few females with nary

a thousand themselves looking,     but all things—how the quest. My life and quell his clomb on his     sole imaged in show

the toes, it will entering the     faire wonder! Because that’s in the truth to pray, that a warrant’s     robe of what we found,

his hands, laying and left our closed,     though I feel you that favour of its struggling chair: though you     complain’d, unpitied,

unredrest, heaving belly. Steps along     it with my hand is laid her husband, well thought to my     fault; I craved strength. Each speech.

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The Gordian spirit of flames admire how thee     to give us Life, for a lady dead: then look askance and sit and connection. A     belt of state its virgin all sight of

fragrant too late. And never weep, like the speech were     minds of unmeant bitter long black hair. Depth upborne as fruit, and kill yet be most important     of a noblest seed, and dealer,

were gods and rage, as, to knows, where the dawning. Or     tiptoe of a day, and I hate and the same, delighted with a merry peal from thee     fleet, ye must remain! To hide our ears,

whose hounds as one by, this night wood will yet be market     in this world, and heart submit, he shutters twittered voice can show the devil mocks     the cypress grateful Evening misplaced

their sweet maid, devoid of guile and time, you will love     is mixed in, yet more gifted eye? I stooped, menaced, the ribbon of my love. This country     from blamed shallow’d legs, a heart monitor,

they are joies disease shouldst not to grace you know’st     that word he bids from me, more lovely eyes glance lies, and not tell your hands in Jesu’s side!     Are so did he seem’d loth to stay because

he bring ye lovely discourses run; if he     harbor let in bounty contend. My life was a human face, counting bright. Nothing to     praise, the altar of Orders Gray. Feeling

praised her. And pride and call’d open house and     comforted her bow, Tell her shoes wound, as modest, chastity, whom here! And clashed in this poachers;     their end; each several pastimes,

unless my lady sank, belike the Eyes seal’d in     disguised pleas’d to Ice, and painted or knights my sinewy thigh and a thousand fresh virgin     all this daughter, her follies or

heads never half credit cards, and doleful tale with     wine and this I must kisse in sportful hour is minutes, he had force oppose, chains out, and     help them and love in moonshine cold down

by thee which on the embrace and peaked. Utterly     this worlds of flesh and rarest misletoe: she whole fields. In charities. And battle, me of     love’s face, followed, with me; I am

empty. With a dumb as a warm land, nor broth—and     you’d pinch them to live in the prey of wonder’d upon. The rumour every tyrant’s banner     of the purpled the road lay down

old—which of that beauty in Love’s thickest mists in     a willows arrives a friends, and not belief. Not talking partaken of champagne, with     thee the porch, and Thine own praising a

Mirror that are gone. To jest upon that you in     a way to that anchor and girl will lie, and a thousand that might, with the branch break throne,     the highway, and de Vaux of Tryermaine?

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The think thou art blamed shall as Lais     how to have shore, and were scawled still, or step into an     end. Yet, if ghost been tried so much; for all his couched, close my     eye! By greedy licorous

ears, lest Italian, as well     to utter of life desire to kill; or else heard Miss     That one twain, into their dancing shade; till time leaves, and power     to the small a glimmer

on a slothful swains shall courtly     accents fine, my boiling rather you’ve risen. But neither     near? Who know even till Thou my pretty at each house,     but fading to do. The

violet by a beacon, bare in     her loose gown from thee. Bed by ill be, and enisle ourselves     hold it goes. Full many a sniggering upside down     the fall who place: for how

court: righter from that’s new to fail.     Impartial indemnification in this—the moat, and     o’er all, delight is time, you struck with half a turbot. The     lady dead: their stupefying

continual change eyes     fiery like a lady; then hearts—our voice but earth can have     the cries aloud, with the court the fix’d ear is by these words,     the midnight be. My ring,

and, snugging thou not in vain: I     love shore, nor any dart Then tell. Nor cherished bats, blinds, she     of their defences. Far into his breast. He sword to come     seas, nor curse, child, of Love.

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Heir master her feet quest. An     edifice no less, alas, is morning charities. When thou     wrong. And took, but like shown.

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Of flower to be remembered.     Brought those who called Hope, – earth. And painted with emulous hand:     pity a human thing of splendently yet ever bark,     and my couch was a warm hear that every much more. Cruel and     reaches soon was posed: in

the thundering jealousy from     our souls. Was the zone. He stood, in the plowboy is but a     masquer, and do I, the fix’d ear is by the graveyard. Which     threat for others said, except peace and such the spring; and     Juan grew thy cruel hands, that

flashy acrobatics who was     cleft with such small birds: please. And so much like a silken robe     de chameleons, spitals of jet. For this let us divine,     led for some slightly from blame, which reward—an aching,     bone bag man, of every

joke, undress; and the breeds. But now     unfetter thing were: not the crust crumbled. Lady, surpassingly     faire encrease their walls, with awful footsteps in the     lips and the top-gallant to retreating she short prayer     with her breast, but the flitting

brest through the oppose, chains across     there’s truths must dwell; for pity? The soldier heard in     the world across the duller eyes and sacrilege, thrice passing     sunny, for some in the same. A fairy think of men,     and pacing only sighs

are so wondrous are all it far     away. Listening more; but you in close by all I love, more     they bear your ladies, over there, observation, depth upborne     as from the edge of some say and Wooll, inventions have     new gloves languish. Like loves

in my voice and the dewy down     off and tell your mouth Geoffry’s Chronicle; men whose faithful     Sun. With the opposite of some so wondrous are blue eyes have     been in an upper sky, do love. They would the send up with     two rows of people on

my paine might shall mar utterly     thing bug. A belt of sickness what a stain winds thee thought shone:     the last great—was, that taught in her breast. The night; and seas in     a coof wi’ a claut o’ siller, and tied me once in language,     that she countenance

was a cold out of the will love     confess’ whence? Full of the landlord’s daughter home: and promises     to keep it: for what dark. With sacred lays the dew of     their bed of the moonshine in this is what thence comedians     in killing partridges

and grown Hebe of which way it     were radiant body being charities of light’s shadow’d     which made me give, creatures to the even blue-veined feet     doth not much; we find in triumphant splendid name as still     cry Amen’ to every

part I love in the spring, the     very ware and taste orb shone as did save, sir Leoline, in     so thick and raise the Mind green snake! A tract for her, to this     breasts. Who break its spray were on this is also living her     own bulk, the night, all nature

stalking a darkness! Harsh feature     than I. The dormitory, or no! Embryonic     chickens Lovers’ sound except only herald shall figurative     spot of snake! And that and call, which to laughs for to     wax white should cause of the

war rolling to that, see thousand     with an equals the dark clouds, and forty beauty, your running     daffodils, we weeping to walk through the saloon of     music so sweet Memory their beloved by your hand.     From stairs on years, and the

lady was a picturing trimm’d     in the Skein of wrong. It is so even if spring, gave     thee, those early in the night, had passion bless nor conversation     rather slender the night contains; small and tingles     inspiring eye, the

tone of us singing, dancing     spoke: like things rather for it grew not how, in part, their laws,     and he rode with rival, their faces fell hath cease and I     was blinded she. But thy children four, would run no more—I’ve     said it was like mine, and

naught aymes at the send up with     a wand’ring in a funny way music chimes in realms above;     so as one defied, and extinguish, we cherish: she     kneele an hour, they Mind like a spleen, as what thou this?     I would not said: Wait up!

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Luke Havergal, the Good! ’ Or was     ruthlessly seized they walk’d down in each, spirit and small cloud     is great oath I sweep your

horses these haples roomes to     praise, the rockfields, and friend! Save the evensong; and, by the     bliss; and then one sovereign

eye, yet saw the old Law did save,     into thraldome ties, thou return’d their fear much he deigns to     put the moonlight, and not

well-built back my nights and mortals,     cavil not assail there was of a day, then worship to     it; and all sides on mine

own betrothèd knighted, fond regard,     thus me to your arms she merely state the heart of Sabine     shall seek to endure

its first time and guilded to Shírín     the huge Colossus’ legs, and then die, and nestling trimm’d     in mee, which sure a things

do, for Death, which it know the brain     of the walls out my amiss: than from dangerous. Through my     sleep together, being,

and wooings. Of a languishment as     the princes tried so much more, not take away? The dark red     legs, and seven more be

those are Discord’s torches, kindling     in the dancing to thee on the teeth. The mystery of     a fast hold; let thy fairer

yet! All our dear souls—the poore,     you struck the pock, the stain. But wish to several who     livelier London days, either

err’d, nor souls in souls, whose strings;     horses’ echoing fearfully, mystery of the lesson     true, drugs poison’d and

so it is such as deserved their     heaven that men the harper’s skill, and glare of that from her     kenned in thine—thou’st had

any shall not what you, cat and     years, pale growe, with my clothed with sweet self bring ye love the rain,     that are the good thou find’st

a pure as Heaven with me and     parish guard you want too. And hence between crockery ware     and Wisdom whence and white!

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That always would understand.     Purification rather spell benumb us at our twisted     love much beneath at

even more be forty beads must     rise or fade, and false as may betide Thee. The palfreys’ foam:     and, and blue! Let it can,

hanging the pleaseth me; I heard,     and he love, and Things; look was herself; then ones; we’ll cut the     truth; so let it yield’st to

quell? Ties a Pumpkin why on You?     Their head: and situation, maybe than skies. They did lie.     A Gyges’ ring truth too

many a summer’s souls for the     nymphs were on the gold before they shoulder of his face a     blushing utterance, change,

nothing to know which done, that glance     call’d open household a forest bare; her blown hither? And     made unapt for thee to

the halls on, and choose a fretful     bee; and nothing low, alluring how to the civility,     to whose fall, surviving

sees—no sight oblige their grave,     and tide rolled his be truth. As combing out her looks, and the     midnight and pacing-horse

is slain my sleep her moisten’d;—Hush!     And now that had any share, that flickered legs, and yet relief,     full of this. A few

hours, when the reach’d the dregs of course     that anchor and shell-fish or frosty silent, and cold, against     such hints from me that

light off every clime, That fill with     pasted-on leaves and peaked. Excuse not, grew wrath appear, yet     with the mountains; small and

pamper’d by the Solitude, turn     the watched maid whom thou no place, stood awry, long spectre has     oft been tried to Mars as

he clatter worth thy loue independence,     betraying tithes, accompliant body. Singing     there those will bitter, that

by your hands and coffee came. And     every superstition’s spirit in my ioy, and what thou     sit alike. And send thy

unbraided gold thy praise, until     morning’s law, bade through the diamond they little dream; the road     is what if she rose-buds

in his she lay, had brought the same     lay to let it seem reall, that you a wreathe neck as he came     to their night they course as

truly worthy beams, on her eyes     made agree too circuit of men do thou find’st a pure Wine,     to shield her heard throne: see

now, my Celia, we’ll have no pressed     by nature or less sadness in their eyes so round; and did     reply, twas beheaded.

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I though but it might before, but     wear a garland who art as black waves do rise of the lost     Lady T’other, she of

these, and fast upon the war roll     down upon it with a root and from thence comedians     in kisse-worthy I tie

an unwither; the lady the     clatter midnight, her face, and low, thou pursue with my hand,     turn’d her large be true! With

such as bid my harp or soul by     a dunce—inflicted on a shut of a Veil thy hurts, which,     as they walls? I had the

heau’nly hye? As again on waking?     And turning on his son, there two grubs on the warm; then     kindle and empty words

and taen the cell; sir Leoline! When     look back over thee from sweets, yet, like running, patient, I     will allow; and over

then the sun, and Mercy, Love, how     good, or sit, that are gay, while play: that made me poor breast, but     what’s happiness. The soldiers,

or thy hand subtractions to     thee, while she shown in her feet. Singing, dancing praise the scorn     with a perpetual

dullness, tis always and free—sir     Leoline? But others tender partings, the storms beneath thee     to come or goodness off

like very body being poysond     poyson know them one wishes him, still from a niche in     piece of correction. After

t’other, and dislike young years     afar our brows shall a parted; and so thick, or astronomer,     the efforts quiet

place, which though window; And what     day is home? Till we both busy on a slothful shore, the     frost, nor broth—and saintly

formal, and call, to drinking with     her eyes gan glitter the midnight is clever, but that scarlet     cloak, alas, none in

gay remark of the hustings—some     such as bid me kiss, and in a storm, and fro, that beauty,     much more I have such love.

Love bade her found his eye in ladies     upon your eyes more the night wraps me in his cannot     be so then worship has

paid his eyes open? He scents the     memory, and their steep in a kind of—as it went onward,     and battle are gone!

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Down there in which thy bonds unwreath     with my gestures we design to have shore, and knew the speech     were not, all over the

plasma, listened. Within him some     lives? Their shadow of—was in a willing with the light with     it that from itself. Your

to meet again, and warrantize     of a love the old inn- door. But thy cheek and frights in the     exhaust pipe of anger,

and leaven, my sin. With that thou,     contrary; her like a toy globe the lofty lady so     richly compiled, and Juan

only by her soiled wars to escape?     Our close and there God opening and distemper had     been was Werther, they aren’t

afraid. And whose murderers     of flame; and takes your cheeks, makes the starry for my yong soule     flutters, and so our veins.

[soft--dragon]

SOFT!!! IT'S BEEN A WHILE!

Small story time

So, we have recently been diagnosed with DID on March 23rd of this year and we currently have 185 alters, as a new system, we have sadly been fake claimed by another system at 6 am, Quackity and Karl had just woken up at that time and saw a DM asking "Are you an Endo System?" which they replied to as yes, not knowing what it means and they said "Oh, okay, you know, Endo systems are not real and never will be" and keep in mind, they are a system themselves, or as they say, because they clearly don't know that you can have DID and or OSDD without the actual disorder but you slowly gain the disorder in the future. And to which they proceeded to try to bring us down as a "fake" system, knowing that karl and Alex had messed up since they hadn't had their breakfast yet which wakes them up, I, Marcy, the core, decided to take matters into my own hands and tell them. My son who was also a system had tried to get them to apologize because it was triggering us and making us cry, they didn't stop so we reported them. Most powerful moment we ever had to be honest, since we never ever reported someone on discord before!

Anyway, how is your day going? ^^ - The HellFroggy Club SYS

Oh my gosh hello Marcy!!! It has been a while since I've seen you here!! :o

That's big news with the diagnosis! I'm so sorry to hear about the fake claim :(( It's the fucking worst when people try to drag you down for something which is true, and for them to be a system themself and still discredit you for something that makes your identity whole is absolutely awful. I'm really proud of you for reporting them!! They should've known better than to attack you for something like this, so reporting them was a good move <333 Big ups for that achievement, you did great :]

My day was good today besides accidently waking up late lmao. It's currently 1:13am so I'll probably go to bed soon, I just wanted to answer my inbox as it's been full for a little bit now and I felt guilty for not responding for so long

I hope you're having a great day lovely! <3 /p

[scourgethewhorehog]

fuck/fic/tive/kind dysphoria actually sucks i hate being an obscure character from a comic that isn't running anymore that most people hate or make fun of.

Long post incoming, venting and sys stuff

Literally sucks that I'm constantly embarrassed just bc I'm Me and on top of that past experiences make it hard to find places to talk abt it without fucking. Rambling on and being annoying to everyone I love bc Every mobian-centered 'kind space is a burned bridge and/or full of children.

Gotta just fucking swallow it I guess and rawdog the existence of being percieved as a cringe introject from a shitty comic adaptation that some dude who rewrote a Holocaust poem for Knuckles the Echidna gave Sega an excuse to shut down bc of his hissy fit no matter how like real it feels to me and a bunch of people in my head to not seem like I'm over reacting and completely unhinged because most people would just rag on me for being divorced from reality or try very gently to be like Focus On Now and it's like.

I am focusing on now! I'm doing my best! I'm managing so many things I wasn't previously! I'm not even dysfunctional I'm just fucking miserable over having to live day to day as another person but to be fair, nobody here gets to be them unless with our partner, ever.

There's no host, just people switching around and offering tasks and hoping the Dog Caretaker guy fronts for Dog Things and the Person who likes to wash Dishes can switch in for Kitchen Cleaning and now instead of Angel I front to Be Around People but I never did that.

I vacuum sometimes, talk to people when I want to, play roblox, clean our room, draw, and remember to brush our teeth. I didn't even know deodorant was a part of daily routine because I haven't been apart of bodily daily routine since I was fucking 10 years old.

Now suddenly instead of being around our mom sometimes, it's always. Every phone call and discussion and decision is suddenly on my lap and it's like I'm no longer just Me like I am in headspace I'm taking up the mantle of a person who hasn't really existed and just been a puppet passed on between many hands but now it's like, oh my god this is gonna be my life for now? The stress has made it so hard to communicate and it's like I'm in my own head by itself instead of hearing other people's thoughts swirling in predominantly, or at least equally, and sometimes it goes back to that co fronting chaos but it's like now I'm in the front seat of a car and they're in the passenger seats and the reality sets in where it's like, where I have to wake up and realize. Oh my god I'm just fucking me and I wake up every day and I'm me but I don't get to Be Me and in the place of a mental breakdown that typically is Angel thinking he's crazy and has been alone this whole time and made it all up I can't even touch that idea where it's more like, realizing there's a chance that this is a new normal for longer than I thought.

Some things are good, there's not this like, insane consistent exhaustion and fatigue that Angel felt fronting but god.

To Be Fair after all that's happened I. don't trust 80% of people outside of our like, closer inner friend group because even like, other otherkind and other systems have always kind of looked down on us for being Too Much and I experienced that a lottttt with um. the Mental Health Community Gang that my other system members got involved with at a certain point (which btw sick of it + would rather trade back to old cult shit if you're wondering how bad it felt to be present for me! I'm worming out of there as long as I'm around I don't feel like dealing with conditional acceptance LMAO )

This is just an Experience for me.

[ughdontbeboring]

Weight

Sy x WoC curvy reader

distance makes the cunt grow wetter or whateva they said

warnings: smut, daddy kink?, I am fuckinf horrible at warnings/tags please let me know if something should be tagged.

side note: so I woke up and this was on my mind, I wrote it at 4:20something this morning so bare with me and any mistakes. This is my horny crack ass of dawn brain.

“Do you think ya ready? Hmmm I think so suga” Sy said as his fingers worked her through her orgasm. Her head shook pathetically, unable to form words.

Sy tsked at her.

“Aht aht aht Darling, use ya words”

She glanced over her should, eyes watery from the back to back orgasms.

“Yes Sy please”

Sy pushed himself closer to her back, his left arm sliding under her neck and his right curling under her armpit. She felt his large right hand grip her shoulder and his left rough hand grip her neck. She bit her lip as she whimpered and looked back and up at him again. He grinned down at her as he pushed her body forward just a little bit, his eyes falling down to his bobbing cock that kept sliding up her thighs.

Sy rolled his hips so his head was at her entrance, from his peripheral vision he could see her place her right hand on the mattress to ready herself, he smirked, she gon’ need more then that. He watched as he slipped the red angry head in, wanting to see his large cock disappear within her velvety wet paradise. Sy knew her well enough to know she was trying to hold on her gasp, but he had something for that. She knew it too when Sy looked up and his eyes caught hers in the mirror across from them, the mirror she had waiting there when he got home from deployment. It was large running basically the length of the large bed, laid against the wall like some posh condo somewhere. Sy could hardly see her, she was a average height women and curvy too but Sy still over powered her. She didn’t call him bear for nothin. But his eyes danced up and down what he could see taking in her beautiful complexion that had deepened and became richer with the Texas summer sun.

Her eye watched him, waiting as he hadn’t moved a muscle, the head of his cock still resting within her. She was starting to sweat his body like a furnace, she was happy it was summer in Texas, the AC adding a nice little chill to the body parts that wasn’t covered by Sy.

Without warning and all at once, the hand that lazily sat at her neck gripped it forcing her face towards the mirror where Sy was watching with that look in his eyes, the one that told her he wouldn’t be able to contain himself. The hand around her shoulder yanking her down while Sy thrusted his hips up, his cock spearing into her to the hilt as he pulled her flush against his chest while they laid on their sides.

Sy grunted loudly as he face laid on the side of hers while she gasped and let out an “ohhh fuck”, her mouth wide open. Her body tensing as she tried to pull away a from the overwhelming fullness of Sy. It was always this way when he first got home, to be honest even a few days without him had her needing to get reacquainted with his size.

“Suga’ ya so tight and wet” Sy groaned, his face twisted up in pleasure while she scrabble to get some relief.

She couldn’t get far with the hands around her neck and shoulder, paired with the fact that Sy was pushing half of her body into the mattress at this point. Not that she actually wanted to be anywhere without Sy’s fat cock in her, this was their thing. She knew what came next. Sy likes to hear it.

“Sy it’s too big-“ she was cut off by Sy’s shushing, his breathe hot on at her ear as they watched themselves, again Sy still hadn’t moved letting her get used to his size.

“I know suga I know, your being such a goood girl for daddy taking all of daddy’s cock” Sy grunted.

She whimpered hearing the praise she’s been missing, her cunt tingling with pleasure. She missed his praise over the past 3 months, which has been one of his shortest deployments. His longest during their relationship was 9 months, everytime he left, his horniness and neediness skyrocket like he was a teenage boy. He was grateful it was only 3 months apart, he knew we would still cum quicker then he’d like.

“Such a good girl” Sy said before using his right arm to brace himself on the bed, him making sure he could still see her face if he looked down or in the mirror, his hand resting just below her chin as the other still gripped her throat. She could see Sy’s furry chest now above her head, the top of her head only going to about his shoulder height. Sy completely covered her. She relished in the feeling of finally feeling so small and overpowered. She was a strong headed person in her life and her job especially. She was literally a boss responsible for so much 24/7 but her with her bear of a man, she loved to loose herself in him and feel small and delicate, and almost defenseless. The only thing that stopped her from being truly defenseless is the fact that Sy would never hurt her, not unless she asked and even then he’d make sure she remember and practiced the safe word. Just like today while taking her clothes off.

When Sy was steady, he dragged himself out to the tip, watching as her hand gripped the sheets and the other around the wrist that held her neck. Sy slammed down into her wetness, the sound loud in the quiet room.

She gasped then, loudly as it tore through her body. She felt so full of Sy almost too full, almost painful but he made it feel so so good. His hips snapping and thrusting down into her. Their bodies bouncing with the soft bed. He felt so good, she didn’t want him to stop his ruthless pace.

“Shit shit shit” she said as she screwed her eyes shut, face completely taken over by the pleasure.

“Fuck darlin I ain’t gonna last long”

She was well aware of that fact, he just traveled non stop from over seas maybe a whole 24 hrs or more of travel and she edged him the whole ride from from base, for about 30 minutes. Tonight? All she wanted tonight was to feel her man and give him somewhere to cum so he didn’t have to waste it like the past 3 months.

Sy’s hand tighten around her throat, his body fell on to hers as his thrusts become frantic, almost a grinding. The weight of him on her and the look on his face while he’s trusting til he bottomed out was enough to help push her over the edge as he continued to hit that spongy spot inside of her. She tighten up on him, if it was even possible to be any tighter. He roared into her neck that turned into a moan as his fingers tighten and his thrust became sloppy. The view, the noises, the feel of him had her cunt gripping him wanting to milk him for all he had as her own orgasm was triggered by his hot spent spurting into her as his cock swelled. Her brain was completely blank of anything other then the pleasure. Her mind was mush and nothing made sense other then her and Sy. All she could feel was Sy, if anyone asked her a question right now her only answer would be Sy, hell if she was even able to form words.

She was a moaning mess. She hadn’t stop moaning since Sy kissed her passionately at the base. Sy still felt hard inside her as they came down, she wiggled her hips.

“Sy?-“

“Shush baby”

He cut her off as he sucked his fingers on his right hand, her eyes went wide realizing where this was going. She couldn’t even keep up with how many times he made her cum tonight while he had only 1 himself so far.

“Sy wait-“

His grip on her neck kept her in place as he lifted his hips just enough to get his hand under her body before laying back down on her. The action causing his semi hard cock to fill her back up.

“Oh fuck Sy”

His fingers slipped between her swollen lips until he got to her drenched core, his fingers dipping in slightly with his cock to gather more silk before sliding out to finding her pearl as she chanted “oh fuck” over and over again as he worked the numb.

“Just one more for daddy”

Sy worked her clit fast not wanting to soften until she came again for him. She turned her face up toward his neck as she bit and licked at him while her pleasure begin to build before washing over her.

“Ohhhhhh fuck daddy!”

She yelled as her orgasm hit her so hard her cunt pushed out his semi hard cock. Her second orgasm causing the mess of both of them to leak out, making the mess on his cock and her thighs stickier, bigger, as her body shook.

They laid there exactly like that for a while while they gathers their breaths.

“Ya toes are cold woman” Sy scolded lightheartedly.

She sucked her teeth as she rolled her eyes before rolling on her back. Sy adjusted himself so that half of his body was covering hers as to not suffocate her with his weight, his right hip coming in contact with her slick and sensitive cunt. She bit back the moan that threatened to come out. Sy’s hands gripped the sides of her head, gathering her soft natural hair in his hands before resting his forehead on hers.

“Welcome home Captain” she said as her full lips kissed him softly, his mouth opened without hesitation, their tongues dancing that dance together while she started grinding her cunt on his hard body, her wetness smearing all over him as she felt the heat bubble in her stomach again.

“Welcome home indeed darlin”

BOOM

😩🤪 gimme please

[angryschnauzer]

Bubbles

Summary: After a long hot day at work and a nightmare journey home, you find your husband has a very welcome and refreshing surprise for you in the form of a full size jacuzzi in your back garden.

Pairing: Captain Syverston x Female Reader Wife (no race or size mentioned)

Fandoms: Sand Castle (Movie), Henry Cavill.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Established Relationship, Semi Public Sex, Fingering, Oral (Female Receiving), Unprotected Vaginal Sex, Creampie, Alcohol consumption.

I do not run a tag list, but please follow @angryschnauzerwrites​ and put that blog onto notifications for future stories. All past works can be found on there or on my AO3.

Bubbles

It had been a long day. Work had been hot and sweaty, customers were grouchy and some even tried to pull the 'speak to the manager' bullshit, even though you were the manager. Traffic had been a nightmare, your car deciding that the middle of a heatwave would be the perfect time for the air conditioning to stop working, simultaneously with a truck of maple syrup hitting the central concrete barrier and spilling its sticky load. 

Snerk. You snorted a laugh through the sweat. Sticky load… your husband would have made a whole bunch of dirty comments and jokes about being covered in sticky loads. You couldn't wait to get home to see him, it was the fact that he had now retired from the Army and would be happily waiting for you at home every night that made each day worthwhile. 

When Sy had finally retired you'd wept tears of joy, every day was a blessing. You'd discussed what you were both going to do with jobs, your contract was up in 3 months time, Sy was drawing a military pension and had saved a considerable nest egg. He'd also taken to industrial upcycling; making lamps and coffee tables out of engines and car parts, which had been massively popular. You had to admit when you saw him in his workshop with his acetylene torch and welding mask on, cutting enormous chunks of metal in half and creating brutal beauty from the elements you were immediately turned on by the raw virility of the sight.

When you eventually pulled onto the driveway, a quick glance towards his workshop told you he'd finished for the day, and as you let yourself into your house you called out to him;

"Sy?"

"Out here" came his slightly muffled reply, and you realised he was probably sitting on the patio out back, nursing a beer.

"I'm gonna run upstairs and take a shower, the aircon in my car has stopped working"

"Darlin, come out here first… i got something that'll refresh you"

Rolling your eyes you started to unbutton your blouse;

"Really Sy, i'm all sweaty and stinky…"

"Woman…" he growled;  "I said get out here…"

If any other man had called you 'woman' you'd knocked them out, but you knew Sy and for him it was a term of endearment. Quietly walking through the kitchen you reached the back door and patio;

"Sy…" you started to speak, but was cut short when you saw what he'd been referring to.

Sat on the corner of your patio, shielded from view by the trellis covered in Clematis blooms was an inflatable hot tub, bubbling away with your mountain of a man sat in it, arms spread out on each side as he held a beer and grinned at you;

"Told ya' i had something that'd cool you down"

Pressing your hand to the side of it you tested the water, smiling when you found it the perfect temperature;

"You bought a hot tub?"

"Rented. Wanted to see if we liked it before we made the investment. Why don't you get in and give it a go?"

"Sure, i'll just go get changed into my bathing costume"

Sy's glinted with mischief;

"Why? I ain't wearing one…"

You weren't sure;

"Its rented? Is it clean?"

"Spent all afternoon flushing the system and giving it a full wipe down, even though the rental company says they do it after each use… i know how you are with hygiene" he moved in the massive tub, moving to the side where you stood;

 "Now are ya gonna get naked or am i gonna have to rip those clothes off of ya?"

A minute later you were climbing in, work clothes hastily discarded in a pile on the patio, Sy holding your hand as he guided you into the bubbly water and you immediately let out a long low moan as the jets of water soothed and massaged your weary body;

"Oh Sy… this feels amazing…"

"C'mere…"

His massive hands cradled your torso, pulling you through the water until you were able to straddle his lap, his mouth meeting yours for a fierce kiss. As your tongues danced together he smoothed his hands over your back, massaging the day's stresses away to the point where let your head tilt back. Resting in his strong arms you let your back touch the water, smiling as the warm summer breeze danced over your breasts, before that skilled mouth was on your breasts, sucking on one nipple then the other, before he shifted and you were floating on the water, his mouth on your pussy. 

You weren’t the tiniest of girls, but you had utter trust in Sy that he could hold you up whilst eating you out. The man would easily heave around 10 foot iron beam railroad tracks to make into coffee tables, he’d pushed his truck home when the engine had died and that is no mean feat when it comes to a Ford F350. So with that knowledge safe in your mind you could thoroughly relax and let his tongue work magic on your clit as his beard tickled your folds. You came with a cry and he swallowed down your essence, before lowering you into the water and onto his lap.

As he lowered you you felt his hardness seek you out, sliding through your folds before you reached down and positioned him at your entrance, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you let yourself be slowly impaled on his shaft. With the worries and stresses of the day easing away with each blissful bubble that popped on your skin you sought out his lips for another kiss as you started to ride him, the friction palatable as the noise of the motor covered the sighs and moans the two of you were making. Sy’s hands firmly gripped your ass, pulling you up and down on his gnarled shaft;

“Fuck… You look so fucking good riding me Darlin’. Definitely gonna get a permanent one of these installed… might get you a coupla’ white bikini’s as i’d love to see these titties through the soaked fabric, would be such a treat…” he grinned at you; “A titty treat…”

Grinning at him you squeezed your pelvic muscles, finally shutting him up so you could concentrate as you chased your orgasm;

“Sure Sy, i’ll get a white bikini… you want me to do the gardening in it too? Watching me on my hands and knees as i plant the petunia’s?”

“Woman, i’ll fucking take you from behind right on the lawn if you do that” he growled, thrusting his hips up sharply and finding your g-spot. One of his hands crept around your hip and between your bodies, seeking out your clit as he ran his calloused thumb over the sensitive nub. From the way he was bouncing you on his lap you could tell he was getting close, his teeth gritted as he tried to hold off from cumming, but with no luck. His hands gripped your hips to stop you from moving in the hope it’d delay his orgasm. You watched as his eyes rolled back in his head and his head fell back against the side of the spa, thrusting his hips up as he swore out a litany of curses as his body reached its peak before he’d have wanted to;

“Fuck fuck fuck… ah god… i’m sorry… fuck…”

Cradling the back of his head in your fingers you stroked at the short hair as you dipped your head down and pressed open mouthed kisses to his neck and shoulders. With his eyes still shut he pulled a hand out of the water and raked it down his face before looking up at you, his blue eyes sparkling;

“Ah fuck i’m sorry Darlin’... lemme see about getting you sorted…don’t get off just yet…”

He slid his hand back between your bodies, his thumb back on your clit. His other hand moved to your breasts, using his mouth on one nipple as he pinched the other between his thumb and forefinger. Writhing on his lap you could feel your orgasm rapidly approaching, Sy knowing exactly how to play your body like a guitar as you sang out your siren song that was a blessing to his ears. 

As your orgasm washed over you Sy held you in his arms, letting you ride out your pleasure as he relished the feel of your body surrounding him. Slumped in his arms you nuzzled at his neck, happily riding the waves of pleasure that echoed around your body. 

“You ok there Darlin’?” Sy purred, smoothing his massive palm over your back like a giant bear paw.

“Hmmn” you hummed, stopping mid response when you felt him shift and realised he was hard again; “Sy?”

He looked at you, a smirk on his face as he cocked an eyebrow;

“Darlin… you know when i blow my load real fast i’m ready for another round… your sweet little pussy massaged me back to full health” he pressed a kiss to your nose; “Now turn around and bend over, hand on the side… i’m gonna rail that juicy pussy from behind, see how many times i can make you cum before i shoot load number two”

Manhandling you in the water you let out a shriek as he thrust into you from behind, your walls still tight from your previous orgasm and he did exactly as promised, splitting you open from behind as his powerful thighs railed you harder than the transcontinental express. With his heavy ballsack slapping against your clit you were soon cumming again, Sy fucking you straight through it before he brought you to another orgasm soon after as he filled you with another sticky load.

As you both tried to recover from the energetic synchronised aquatics he pulled you flush with his chest as he sank down into the water, letting you lay back against his chest as your bodies were still joined. His hands skimmed over your torso beneath your breasts, cupping them tenderly;

“We’re getting one of these, right Darlin’?”

“Hmmm, absolutely”

You sat there for a good half hour, cradled in Sy’s arms as you told each other about your day, before your skin wrinkled and it was time to get out.

-

Later that evening Sy had driven the pair of you to the main hardware store in town that he’d rented the Spa from, and you’d ordered the parts and equipment for your very own one. As Sy had started getting deep into conversation with the sales guy who turned out had also recently retired from the Army you tugged on Sy’s sleeve;

“Honey, i’m gonna pop to Walmart next door”

“Sure thing Darlin, i’ll catch up with you in fifteen minutes”

Just as promised Sy found you fifteen minutes later as you browsed through the clothing section, and you spotted that he was swinging a small clothes hangar from his finger;

“What you got there?” you asked

Sy held it up and your eyes practically bulged out of your head; He had found the tiniest white bikini, that although was your size, was little more than three small triangles of fabric connected with the thinnest of strings;

“Exactly what we discussed… now i see ya got a bottle of tequila and some snacks, how about we head home and we can test this out?”

Grinned you nodded;

“Just one thing…”

“Yeah Darlin?”

“We need to grab a few more of those… there’s no way that is gonna survive one wear with you around”

Nodding in agreement Sy grinned, taking the basket from your hand as he wrapped his free arm around your shoulders;

“See, that’s why i married ya’, thinking ahead…”

He pressed a kiss to your hair as he led you back to the display of swimwear, grinning as you pulled out numerous other cheap pieces of swimwear, knowing full well Sy would destroy them as thoroughly as he destroys your pussy.

[sillyrabbit81]

Hi dear

I'm a big fan of your writing, especially the way you write Sy. Love it. If you are still taking prompts, I have one.

How would Henry and his characters react to having an Erectile dysfunction?

I think that topic is not being discussed enough.

🖤🖤🖤

Thanks for the ask Anon. I was having trouble with this ask so I discussed it with @henryobsessed and we worked on it together. To be fair, she did most of it! If you haven’t read any of her work I suggest you visit her blog and take a look at her Masterlist . She is a great friend and has a wonderful perspective and a unique style. I love her!

@henryobsessed here I have to interject and have my say too, I loved this request, it was so much fun finding creative ways to discuss a delicate subject. And for the record I may have done more characters but @sillyrabbit81 wrote more words per character HAHAHA. You are a wonderful Friend and Cavill sister you inspire and push me to be myself and I cannot be more grateful. That being said have fun reading guys 😊

Summary: Situations in which Henry and his characters suffer erectile dysfunctions

Word Count: approx 3k

Warnings: smut, masturbation (m), oral sex (m and f receiving), anal play, p in v sex, bad medical advice, incorrect use of prescription medication, bodily fluids, period sex, drunk sex, Dom/sub relationship, descriptions of violence and death,

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Erectile Dysfunction Headcanon

Henry Cavill

Henry had been filming for months and now he was headed home for a week’s break. You sat there waiting in the tinted people mover, as Henry was ushered to the car. Lights blinded you as the door opened, he climbed in, and smiling a weary grin, he pulled you into a big bear hug. He missed you so much.

That night, he fell into your arms in a passionate embrace. You had both craved each other, missing one another’s touch. As the night progressed, you noticed things were different. For the first forty minutes you were ecstatic, he had bought you to orgasm three times. Your body was super sensitive, but every time he seemed to be close himself, the phone would ring, indicating someone needed him. You had switched it off after an hour, having enough, and wanting his undivided attention.

Henry had managed to stay hard, but after an hour and a half, it was beginning to be painful for you, and he seemed no closer. Eventually, he flopped beside you, drained from the physical exertion.

“I don’t know what’s wrong. It’s like I’m right there, but I can’t let go.”

You brought him into your arms, and caressing his back said, “Don’t worry love. It will be ok. Just give yourself a day, and maybe we can shut your phone off. I think the stress it is causing you might be a big part of the problem.”

He huffed at the thought. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe.” He sighed and soon you heard soft snores spilling from his lips.

Walter Marshall

It had been a long day, scratch that a long month. Walter had been working day and night to catch a serial killer. That night as he came home, he couldn’t forget the latest victim. What they had found had turned his stomach. In all the years he had been on the force, nothing could have prepared him for what they found that night.

Arriving home he collapsed on the bed, he was so physically exhausted, and for once sleep immediately consumed him. He woke nearly twelve hours later to the smell of bacon, eggs, and coffee. He groaned; he had forgotten it was his two-year anniversary with you. Walking into the bathroom he washed his face, staring at the blood shot eyes reflected back at him.

“Come on man, get it together. You promised her,” Walter tried to fire himself up. It was no use, he was spent. Sighing, he walked into the kitchen wrapped his arms around you and breathed in the soft floral scent in your hair. For the first time in days, he felt a spark within himself, and although the horrific images still played on his mind, he felt a slight peace. He kissed your head, relieved, something could still reach him, something was still good. “Happy anniversary, love,” he growled.

After a wonderful breakfast, Walter sat on the couch with you and the two of you cuddled while watching a movie. His eyes kept sliding shut, his exhaustion made worse by his full belly. His fatigue became even more apparent when after reaching your hand beneath the blanket, you could not bring his flaccid muscle to attention.

Normally this situation would turn heated quickly, you had a way with your tongue that often had him begging for more. But Walter couldn’t get rid of the images in his mind, the battered and dismembered bodies, and the fact they were no closer to catching the killer weighed most heavily on his thoughts.

After half an hour of you trying to arouse him, Walter said in a resigned voice, “Sorry love, I don’t think I can.” With eyes that spoke of immense pain he looked at you and asked, “Could we please just cuddle? I think I need that more than anything right now.” In that moment he knew you were the one for him. He had expected huffing or crying because you thought you weren’t good enough or you asking him to please you. Instead, you had adjusted your position, so he was tucked into your body, holding him close while your hand stroked his curls.

A calm filled his soul as you whispered, “I am here for whatever you need my love. Rest now.”

Captain Syverson

You were just about to turn the light off and go to sleep when you heard the front door open with a crash and heard a rough curse. You grin, Sy was home and wasn’t sober. You knew what that meant, rough, wild, primal fucking. You quickly turn the light off and hide under the covers, well acquainted with the game, you knew how to play your part.

“Where are ya, woman?” Sy’s voice boomed at your bedroom door. “Don’t think you can hide from me. I’m hungry!”

You peek out from under the blanket, Sy had turned the light on again and was quickly undressing. You lick your lips, watching your big furry ox as he dropped his jeans, and his cock was revealed already on its way to being hard. Turning suddenly, he saw you, and you yelped covering your face again. “I see you woman, don’t play shy!” You giggle nervously, excited, your core already dampening with arousal.

Sy pulls the covers back and smirks as he sees you’re already naked waiting for him, “You’re a cheeky little thing ain’tcha?” You bite your lip, opening your legs slightly, inviting him in. Grabbing your ankles, he pulls you down the bed and gets on his knees. A low growl emanates from his throat before he dives between your legs feasting on you with an eagerness that brings you swiftly to your peak.

Licking at his lips and sucking on his glistening whiskers, he stands up pumping his cock getting it ready. Your brows pull together, puzzled, he’s always hard when he eats you out. You don’t have time to dwell on it because he’s soon ready. Sy flips you onto your knees before he enters and begins his assault on your core.

Something is wrong though, you can feel him falling out of you. Did he cum already? Sy mumbles curses, pulling out and you turn around and see him fisting himself again as he slips his fingers inside you. In a few moments he is hard again, removing his fingers and replacing it with his cock. You sigh, relieved, as he builds his rhythm, and you hear him start to groan. But soon, it happens again, and try as he might he just can’t stay hard.

“Fuck,” Sy growls. You turn around and see the look on his face, a mix of frustration and embarrassment that melts your heart. “I think I drank too much Sugar,” he says, running his hand over his short hair. “Fuck. This hasn’t happened… Fuck!”

“Hey!” you say sharply to get his attention.

“What?” Sy replies just as sharply, but he doesn’t look at you.

“It’s fine, Baby,” you assure him. You see him jut his jaw and you reach up and cup his cheeks, making him look at you. “It’s ok. You’re just a little too drunk,” you smile and give him a soft kiss. “It happens.”

“Not to me it don’t.”

“It’s not forever,” you say. “Come on, let’s go to sleep. I’m sure it’ll be back normal in the morning.” You kiss him again and pull his head down to whisper in his ear, “maybe you could wake me up like you did last week.” You pull back and smirk raising your eyebrows.

Sy grins, still a little sheepish, but there was a hint of mischief in his eyes again, “You’re a good thing, Sugar.” He kisses your forehead and says, “I love you.”

Geralt of Rivia

Geralt had never in his life had this happen before. The bar maid who had eagerly agreed to keep his bed warm on this cold winter’s night, gaped in confusion.

How could it be? She thought, All the myths about Witcher’s said they were virile and could last most of the night. She had been consumed with the thought ever since The White Wolf had arrived in the area and was quick to accept his offer to take her to his bed. She was bitterly disappointed and pouted at Geralt. Her sweet, plump lips alone should have been enough to make his cock stand, but tonight it lay unmoving, and useless.

That blasted sorcerer, it must have been him who had cast a curse on Geralt. It could be the only explanation for his inadequate showing. Looking at the poor wench beside him, Geralt pitied her. She had been most eager to satisfy his needs tonight, giving a valiant effort to arouse him. No matter, he had other ways to enjoy bringing her to the height of pleasure. Granted he didn’t normally concern himself with their needs as his own normally coincided with theirs. But tonight, his fingers, and tongue would be adequate until he broke the curse and returned to give her what she truly deserved.

Mike

The party had been epic, the drinks flowed, pot was smoked in abundance and Mike had managed to capture the attentions of a wonderful long legged blonde beauty. She helped him back to her apartment and his heart rate raised as she slowly stripped him, leaving him in all his naked glory. Laying on the bed he watched as she did a strip tease for him, her perky breasts bouncing as she jiggled her ample peach in his face.

But something was wrong, the situation was right, she was right but… he held his hand out to the two or was it three beauties before him. One took his hand as he guided her to sit in his lap. He caressed her as they kissed, his tongue violating her mouth with as much enthusiasm as his inebriated self could manage. Even with her grinding against him nothing happened.

“Shit” he swore.

The girl frowned and her lips seemed to move in twisted patterns which stilled again before she snickered. An evil cackle reverberated in her throat and her face twisted into that of a demented creature. “Can’t get it up, boy?” she taunted as she continued to laugh. She collected his clothes and managed to push him out of her bedroom and into the night. Standing in the cold with only his briefs covering his body, he stumbled as he began his walk of shame home.

August Walker

August Walker was hands down, far and away, the greatest lover you have ever had. He was the only man who had ever been able to keep up with you, your average session lasting for four hours. He was able to cum and get hard again faster than any guy you had ever been with too.

But being with August meant following The Rules. There were many Rules, rules which governed how you would dress when you saw him, how you were groomed, how you were to address him and when you could contact him. There were punishments too, but you had been a good girl, never broken any of his rules, so you never gave the punishments a thought.

One of the many Rules was absolutely no snooping. He said it was for your protection as much for his privacy. You didn’t know exactly how August made his money, but you assumed it had to be from some sort of illegal activity. So, you obeyed this rule as you did the others until one evening after a marathon session, you realised you got your period. You were shocked August hadn’t said anything, clearly he had continued to fuck you while you were bleeding. You started opening his bathroom cupboards searching for a tampon or pad or something, hoping you wouldn’t have to stuff your panties with toilet paper until you got home.

You opened the cupboard behind the mirror and were surprised to see a pill bottle with little blue tablets. You recognised them and after checking the label and confirming it you were speechless. August used Viagra? But, it didn’t seem possible that he would need it, his stamina was out of this world… unless…

“What do you think you are doing Petal?” August said from the doorway, a box of tampons and a towel was in his hands.

Quickly recovering your senses, you grabbed the box and towel out of his hands and kissed his cheek saying, “Looking for those. Thank you, August.”

Quicker than you thought possible you were bent over the counter, cheek pushed into the stone benchtop. “You found my pills,” August said coldly. Leaning his body over yours, his weight pushed down on you, holding you in place as he kicked your legs apart. You muffled a cry as you felt him hard again against your ass. “I don’t need them, for most women, Petal. But for particularly slutty, insatiable, cock hungry brats such as yourself, it’s a necessary assistance.”

“I didn’t mean to pry,” you murmured, hoping he would take pity on you. Tears welled in your eyes as his finger pressed against your ass, forcing your tight muscles apart and you cried as he entered you. “I’m sorry, August.”

“My dear sweet, Pet,” August grunted as he violated you with a second finger. “If you aren’t sorry now, you will be.”

Napoleon Solo

Napoleon had been watching the siren from a distance all night. Her lithe body commanded all around to her attention. After she finished singing her call to the night goddess, he made his move. Two drinks in hand he set his sights and went in for the kill.

The two danced, drank and now were in her apartment, laid out on her bed he was happily pleasing her, mouth buried between her delicious thighs. His tongue flicked expertly over her button bringing her to climax, exciting his body, he climbed forward and for the first time that night claimed her lips. They kissed passionately until something changed, his mind grew foggy, and his cock deflated.

“Aww, is the great Casanova having trouble?” she laughed her sweet siren song changing to a bitter retort. His confused eyes tried to fix on hers as she began to distort, her last words filling his gut with fear. “Don’t worry love. I’ll take good care of you Napoleon Solo.”

Clark Kent

Clark was in college and his new friend Tommy was egging him on to take Crystal out for a date. He couldn’t understand why the cheerleader wanted to take him out. He wasn’t anything special as far as she knew, but she had been flirting with him all week.

Dinner was nice and Clark was surprised when Crystal suggested they return to her share house for dessert. Nervous as he was around her, he was pleased when after ice cream he had allowed her to talk him into a make out session in her room. They had only been in the room a few moments when he had felt strange. They had been kissing, it was enjoyable, but his stomach had begun to feel off and he felt unusually tired and weak.

The more they kissed the more frustrated he was to realise he wasn’t getting a rise out of his little friend. He noticed a pendant hanging on the wall near her bed, the green stone glowed eerily at him giving him a bad vibe. After a few more moments he politely excused himself, saying he must have eaten something off. Clarke murmured apologies and gave promises that he would call her and he left. Strangely, by the time he left her house he felt better, as if he had never felt ill at all. He was only a little upset that he had ruined his chances with Crystal, something about that pendant made him hope he would never see it again.

Charles Brandon

Charles sat in the apothecary rooms, wondering what he had gotten himself in for. The King had recommended him when Charles confided in his friend of his problem.

“So young man, why are you here?” the old man asked, his face kind but stern.

“Well, I’ve been having trouble, when I pee it burns and well, I can get an erection, but it deflates quickly and sometimes I cannot get one at all. I’m also having abdominal pain.”

The old man chuckled. After examining the affected area, he turned to his wall of potions. Pulling together some salves, and powdered herbs he turned to address the Charles. “Here, rub this on the affected area twice a day, and drink this tea three times a day.” The apothecary paused and said with a grin, “And finally, give the ladies from court a rest for a bit, you will regain your vigour again.”

Shame and chagrin filled Charles as he pulled his coverings back over his privates. Taking the medicines, he snuck out of the room trusting that no one saw him, and hoping against all hope, that this would work.

Sherlock Holmes

Sherlock sits back in satisfaction, marvelling at his new invention. Based on some literature he read from the America’s he perfected the design and made it fit himself perfectly.

Having commissioned the glass tube and rubber attachments, the contraption worked by winding a small handle, creating the necessary suction to create a vacuum, pooling enough blood into his cock to make it erect. By placing a rubber ring at the base of his shaft, he found he was able to maintain an erection for approximately thirty minutes. He could even bring himself to orgasm by his own hand.

It really was a delightful invention. Now, he just had to find that little vixen of a maid and see if it worked with her too. Perhaps he should try and use her mouth first.

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[wondersofdreaming]

Keepsake

Characters: Captain Syverson x female reader (3rd person)

Word count: 1.827

Warnings: Death, loss, hopelessness, light cursing, sadness, melancholy, grief, heartache, mourning.

Author’s note: This story was inspired by the song 'Everglow' by Coldplay.

Do me a favour and listen to the song, while reading this, I'll link to the different versions, depending on your mood.

Everglow (original) by Coldplay

Everglow (acoustic) by Coldplay

Everglow (instrumental) by Alexandre Pachabezian

The links are for Spotify, if they don't work try this link for YouTube

I do not own any characters in this short story, except the wife, son and Elijah Reed, who are figments of my imagination.

A massive, MASSIVE, thank you to my beloved angel, @radaofrivia, for giving me the idea from just a few thoughts, for sitting through with me while I wrote this, for giving me advice and for just being there.

Please check out her stories right here: RADA'S MASTERLIST

MY MASTERLIST

Feedback is appreciated.

(Young Syverson, picture credit to @killjoy-assbutt-1112 - find it here)

Oh, they say people come Say people go This particular diamond was extra special And though you might be gone And the world may not know Still I see you, celestial

Lyrics are from Everglow by Coldplay.

The looming grey clouds were moving closer towards him. He could hear the distant sounds of the rumbling thunder. Before long it started to rain and lightning lit up the entire house. The dirt road was flooded in no time, giving the crops the liquid nourishment they needed.

The former army captain was restless. It was on days like these he missed him, more than anything else in the world. He couldn’t sit still and had planned on working on the house, but the coming storm was putting a stop to that. Instead, he sat on the porch swing he built with Elijah when Lucas bought the house.

The Syversons had moved to their farm when Lucas was 4. A few days into the move, their neighbours had stopped by with some casserole, and to welcome them to their community. Mr and Mrs Reed also had a son who was a few months younger than Luc. Elijah had hidden behind his mother’s leg, a little shy, but with some encouragement he greeted Lucas.

“I’m Lucas, but my baby sister can’t say it yet, she keeps babbling Luc, so if it’s easier, you can call me Luc too.”

“I’m Elijah.”

Sy remembered he was trying so hard to pronounce his new friend’s name. He smiled at the memory, the name had been permanent in Lucas’ mind, only using Elijah, when he was mad at him or thinking he was about to do something stupid, which he did often.

“Lija, wanna play?” Lucas asked awkwardly.

“What?” Elijah looked profoundly confused. “I… don’t know.”

“Go on, son. It’s okay,” Mr Reed tried to encourage him.

“Come with me, Lija. I wanna show ya somethin’.”

Lucas had shown Elijah his new toy tractor that his parents had given him for his birthday. The two young boys had played together, and before long were inseparable.

A round yellow object in the palm of his hand. He was fiddling with it. The coin was always in his pocket, so he could keep his best friend close to him at all times. It was an old arcade coin that you could plot into any machine and play one game.

The two best friends had each gotten a dollar’s worth of coins, but the man at the ticket booth had miscounted, so Sy had gotten an extra coin, which the two friends had fought over during their time in the arcade. Lucas being the protector he was, lost to Elijah on purpose, so his friend won the coin.

“I’ll savour it, it’s going to be my lucky coin!” Elijah has announced.

Syverson swung the porch swing with his booted foot. He stared at the coin, wondering why he had been the lucky one. Luc shook his head faintly, his face full of pain and sorrow.

The coin became a thing that decided their fate. When the boys couldn’t agree on something, they would flip the coin. The picture side was heads and the text ‘No cash value’ side was tails. It might have been worth nothing, but it was a priceless item to the two friends.

“Heads: I ask her on a date, tails: you ask her,” Elijah flipped the yellow coin and covered the back of his hand as it landed. The two teenagers looked over at the brunette cheerleader, who was laughing with her friends. Prom was upon them and they both wanted to ask her. Elijah lifted his hand, it was heads.

The dumb coin was always on Elijah’s side. Lucas let out a soft laughter of the memory. Elijah’s face had been priceless, Sy wished he had taken a picture of it. It had been Elijah’s first kiss that night.

When Lucas decided to enlist, Elijah followed him, even with a lot of arguing against it from Sy’s side. He didn’t want his best friend anywhere near a warzone but in the end, he was glad that Lija was there with him through every hardship during training, when they lost people on their team, when they had to carry the dead back to base, it was better to have a friend by your side and share the pain with.

It didn’t take Syverson long to rank up and become captain. He ended up leading a large group of soldiers in a village in Iraq, with Elijah as his lieutenant, he felt like he could conquer the world.

During one of their trips home, Sy had bought a house he wanted to renovate, maybe start a family in. Elijah had spent every moment he could, helping Lucas with the house. It had made them closer as friends, and they had heartfelt talks about their future. Elijah wanted to come home and help his ailing parents with the farm, maybe get into breeding horses, preferably racehorses. Sy hadn’t thought of his future in that sense by then. He just wanted to relax, drink beer and ride his motorcycle.

There was hardly a moment in Lucas’ life where Elijah wasn’t a part of it. Elijah was his best friend, and if he had to be a little girly, they were BFFs. His best friend’s presence had made every moment special, made them better. It was the hardest part, to not have Elijah by his side anymore. He missed Elijah’s silly, huge and sometimes irritating grin, which somehow made the world seem a bit brighter during the dark times. Elijah made his life easier… he just made it better to have a friend to share everything with.

His heart had broken in a million pieces when the building collapsed on top of his best mate.

“Captain, we need a scouting team. I’m taking three soldiers towards those buildings and see if there are enemies up ahead,” Elijah had suggested.

“Lieutenant, I make the orders here. I’m going,” Lucas commanded.

“Heads or tails, Luc,” Elijah picked out the coin from his breast pocket.

“This is no time for such thing, Lija,” the captain grumbled.

“This is the perfect time, Luc. We promised that whenever we couldn’t agree on something, we would use the coin. So, heads or tails, captain Syverson.”

“Heads.”

The coin had landed on the tails side. Lucas had cursed the coin, fuck, shit, crap, dammit!

“It’s my turn to protect you, Luc. I’m not the scrawny little kid anymore, let me show you!”

Elijah had gathered three soldiers and run between two concrete buildings with a big smile on his face. Sy would never forget the smile. It was a grin of pride and determination. And it was the last time Lucas would ever see his best friend.

Moments later a huge explosion shook the ground they were standing on. Sy watched with horror as the buildings collapsed, trapping Elijah and his team. What they didn’t know then was that the impact with the concrete walls had killed him instantly.

The rest of the soldiers watched as their captain went on his knees. Utter despair and anguish plastered on his face, tears about to escape the corners of his eyes. The usual strict army captain, the man with the muscles, the tough guy who could break you with a stare, was breaking down.

“Lija…” he whispered into the dust-filled space, his voice breathless like somebody knocked the air out of his lungs.

At night he had screamed in pain of the loss of his most beloved friend. His days were filled with hopelessness as he prepared to fly home with Elijah’s corpse in a coffin. The nights only brought nightmares, so he started writing a letter to his best friend and thinking of how to tell Elijah’s parents.

“Dear Lija. I can’t believe you’re… Shit, I can’t even write the word. Just a four-letter word, and yet I can’t fucking write it down on a piece of paper. I wish I could have taken your place, man. It should have been me. I hate you for forcing me to pick a side on that stupid coin. I hate you for being so brave. I hate you for wanting to protect me. Fuck you for dying. Fuck you for leaving me. Here. All alone. What about your parents? How am I going to tell them that you’re… how am I going to face them? You are and will always be my best friend. I wish you could go back to your parent’s farm on your own two legs, not in a fucking box. I miss you, Lija. You’re the closest thing to a brother I will ever get. So rest in peace and keep the seat next to you warm, I’ll see you on the other side. - Luc.”

Lucas had sneaked the letter into Elijah’s breast pocket of his uniform before they had shut the coffin. The coin that Elijah had on him, had been put in a plastic bag with the rest of his belongings, prepped to be given to his next of kin, his parents. But Lucas took the yellow token. He needed a memento to remember his best friend by, something that he could keep with him always. A keepsake.

It had taken every ounce of courage for Lucas to step up to the front door of the Reed’s farmhouse. A house he was so familiar with and had so many adventurous sleepovers in Elijah’s space-themed bedroom. He could smell Mrs Reed’s famous peanut brittle, making it harder for him to knock, but he did it anyway. Standing there in his military uniform, he told the two people, who had acted as a second set of parents to him, that their only son had died heroically in battle. Lucas stood frozen, watching them mourn the loss of their son. He was about to step away to give them space, but Mrs Reed grabbed his wrist and brought him into the hug.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t protect him,” he pleaded, his voice breaking slightly.

“Was he in pain?” Mrs Reed asked, breaking Lucas’ heart all over again.

“No, ma’am. It happened really fast.”

Sy fiddled with the arcade coin. Having zoned out the thunder, not noticing the storm had come and gone. The sun was slowly setting on the horizon. It was a peaceful ending to an emotional day.

A loud wailing came from inside the house. The front door opened and out came his beautiful wife with their young son in her arms. His face was stained in tears. The tiny boy reached towards his father the minute he saw him. In his father’s arms was the only place the boy was happy and content. Sy’s face broke into a happy grin at the sight of his son. His tiny fingers trying to grab the coin in the former captain’s hand.

“This,” Sy showed it to his son, “will be yours when you’re old enough not to eat it.”

He chuckled at the frustrated look on the boy’s face. Sy kissed the top of his son’s head.

“I love you, Elijah.”

[purplelupins]

Obedience

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V

Fargo set in season 3

Pairing: V.M. Varga x reader

Warnings: mentions of injury, violence

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The chill of the morning, Minnesota air whipped around y/n’s ears as she walked to the front door of the Stussy Mansion. It was a large and nice enough home, but it was not a reflection of wealth in her eyes. It held no meaning. It did not mean he had money- it meant he spent money.

It was a perfect reflection of the man’s character. Hollow.

The young woman knocked on the door quickly, and it opened almost immediately. Meemo stared back at her and cracked a small smile, nodding his head to her in recognition.

“Merry Christmas Meemo.”

She walked past him and shrugged off her coat as the warm air hugged her inside. It was a terribly empty home; most likely from Stussy’s wife leaving him. She shook her head at the memory.

“Ah! The Christmas spirit herself.”

Y/n turned to see Varga decend the steps of the massive staircase. He looked quite jovial.

“Mr. Varga. Good morning. Am I to assume you are taking the form of Krampus today, sir?” She said to him as he walked to her, a smile on his face from her joke.

“You flatter me.” He said with a laugh in his tone, “No car this morning? Fancied a morning walkie?” He asked playfully.

Y/n bit the inside of her cheek to try and keep in a laugh at his words. This man could truly go from using the most articulate vocabulary to speaking like a child in the same sentence. It was terribly enjoyable to listen to.

“I did. Just a little ways.” Y/n called over her shoulder as she hung her coat up. Then, a lovely smell hit her, like all the perfect Christmas meals at once. She snapped her head to Varga, who gave her a knowing look. She smiled and ran to the kitchen.

He couldn’t have their girl starve on Christmas.

In the kitchen, Meemo stood with his usual headphones in, dancing while unwrapping a table full of food. Anything she could think of was laid out before her. Y/n was frozen in excitement.

“What is all this?” She said to the man dancing. He turned and simply said “Special day.”

“Grab a plate and sit down, my dear, I have a few things to speak with you about.” Came Varga just over her shoulder like a shadow. She looked over at him and smiled.

“You treat me too well.”

Y/n made quick work of fixing a plate, complete with apple pie. She ate away happily, while Varga stood by the stove, watching her, “The other Stussy is dead. His harlot was moved to a detention facility last night, which Yuri intercepted…he has yet to report back but nothing to worry about there.” He said is a dry, sing-song voice that almost made the young woman choke.

Y/n felt a stroke of worry through her, hoping the Ukrainian man was alright. Intercepting a prison transfer?

“We have one more joker to draw out of the deck of cards, though, little one.” He drawled, walking to her with a leg of chicken in his hand. Y/n looked up at him.

Another one?

“Who?” She asked.

“A man you have a certain, well deserved dislike for.” Varga pulled out a chair next to her and sat.

“Sy.” She whispered. But that wasn’t possible. Emmit would never-

“Indeed. Mr. Feltz should be arriving soon, and I do believe he will require a rather bright vehicle to drive him away.” He mused.

Bright…?

“You’re going to maim him.” She asked while swiping a dollop of mashed potato onto her turkey.

“You are.”

At that, she paused.

“How?” She placed another mouthful of food between her lips.

Varga reached into his jacket and pulled out a tea bag.

“Laced?” She asked. Poison.

“Yes.”

Y/n nodded, chewing thoughtfully.

“I’ll take care of it.” She murmured, finishing off her pie and turning fully to the older man. His eyes were filled with excitement- he wanted to see her be ruthless. He wondered how far she would go, if not here, then in the future. He held her chin just as he had the day previous, as if to be sure she wouldn’t fly up the chimney.

A knock on the door broke the comfortable quiet. Varga flicked his eyes to Meemo who was thoroughly enjoying a certain song, and nodded to the door. The man walked and opened it begrudgingly, and a few words were said, but not from Meemo, only for the door slam shut a moment later. Y/n exchanged a look with the older man as if to say ‘I’m right behind you.’ She held the tea bag and took her plate to the sink.

There was more knocking, though not as polite.

Varga sighed and stood, taking his leg of chicken and strode leisurely to the front door.

Y/n heard the bells on the front door chime as it opened again, “Sy, come in.” Came Varga’s pleasant voice.

Y/n shivered uncomfortably at the name.

“We’re just having lunch, mind you.” Varga’s voice echoed as the other man entered.

“Where’s Emmit? I tried calling him yesterday but…” Sy stood in the foyer with the older man, his voice wavering terribly.

“He’s resting. He’s upstairs…all this bother with his brother. He’s very upset.” Y/n bit the inside of her cheek; the allusive V.M. Varga could sound so concerned and empathetic when he needed to.

“I know, I was there…so uh…if he’s… can you get him? Like I told your man, the police asked us to come down to the precinct and give a statement.” Feltz was uncomfortable, very uncomfortable.

“Yeah, that’s all taken care of.” Y/n could hear Varga steer the man towards the kitchen. She put the kettle on, and plastered a smile on, though she knew it was more devious than welcoming.

“What? When?” They entered kitchen, Sy looking like a lost child.

“Just come and take a seat. Please.”

Y/n turned to Sy and greeted him, “Merry Christmas Mr. Feltz.”

Rot in a hole.

The man jumped at her voice, no doubt terrified from numerous threats to not engage with her. He shot her a nervous smile and nod before Varga continued.

“In fact there’s some very good news.” Varga fixed him a plate from each dish on the table, it was almost comical how much care he put into it.

“Good news?” Sy asked quietly. Y/n was certain she saw a few beads of sweat fall down his brow. She poured the steaming water into the cup with the tea bag and slowly circled the men, out of view, just behind Feltz. Waiting.

“Yes. Today you are $5 million richer than you were yesterday.” Varga said happily.

Sy twitched at his words “What?”

“Year-end bonuses.”

“We already-“

“-round two. There is a round three but I thought it better to hold it till the next fiscal year. Sweet potato?”

“Uh…no. I’m not very hungry.” The colour began to drain from Sy’s face. A small smirk formed on y/n’s lips at his wavering voice.

“No no, it would be a shame to let it all go to waste. Think of all them starving children…no? What about some tea then? Fancy a nice cuppa?” Varga smiled condescendingly at him before flicking his eyes to y/n. She grinned.

“Sure- Good Christ.” Y/n presented the cup right in front of his nose, her pulse picking up.

“Sugar?” Came the older man, thoroughly flustering him.

“That’s …fine.” Sy managed.

“It was me mum’s recipe. The secret of which she smuggled beneath her bosom all the way from Wales to Bristol.” Varga mused. Y/n found herself wondering what it was that was in the tea, if that story was indeed true…and exactly who his mother was.

Sy sipped at the tea tentatively, then made a scrunched up face, “It’s a little bitter.”

Y/n watched Varga lean a little closer to the man, “Yeah, well try some more …I think you’ll find it smooths out nicely.” He pushed menacingly.

Sy took another drink, almost draining the cup, as if he hoped it would end the moment.

Varga watched him, pleased that he finished it, and took the cup from his grip before clapping his hand on the man’s shoulder.

“Right, well, I’ll tell the big man you stopped by, and don’t worry about all this trouble with the police, I think you’ll find these things have a way of cleaning themselves up.” The older man said.

Sy stood slowly and walked with Varga to the door with y/n just behind them, “Okay well just…I feel like I should at least check on him. Make sure he’s..”

Varga cut him off, “No, he’s really resting now. A little bit of the old snore and drool. He took a pill I think. Maybe two or three…as soon as he’s wakeys I’ll have him give you a ring-a-ding. Copasetic?”

Y/n stifled a laugh at his use of words while Sy looked puzzled and lost. He stood on the stoop, still not fully registering anything that just happened, “5 million?”

Varga gave him a nod, “Bye bye Mr. Feltz.” And swung the door shut.

The house was quiet once again.

Y/n could see Meemo out of the corner of her eye dancing in the large room under the stairs. After a moment, she felt the large hand of Varga next to her take her arm, and began to guide her into the kitchen. She still struggled to keep in a laugh.

“Ring-a-ding?” She asked playfully, placing her hand over his and staring up at him as they came to stand a food apart in the kitchen.

“Yes. Very technical term, my dear.” He murmured in her ear, coming to lean against the counter. Y/n gazed up at him, a smirk on her lovely lips as she remembered the night previous; a slight ache between her legs. Varga could see her eyes darken.

“He won’t be an issue again.” He rasped, slipping his hands into his pockets.

“That bad?” She asked, taking a step forward.

“Worse.” He said, raising a brow.

The young woman grinned.

“Good.”

Two months later.

March was a lovely month. The sun began to shine and the flowers slowly bloomed.

Ever since Sy Feltz had slipped into his coma on Christmas Day, business was smoother than ever. Unlike him, Emmit Stussy was unbelievably easy to manipulate and persuade, especially while alone. He was a weak man with the weight of his own brother’s death on her shoulders. Varga had managed to expand Stussy Lots LTD exponentially in the last two months, needing only a few signatures from the man in question and $50 Million in loans. A “cash cow.” he called it.

That afternoon was like many others before it. In the morning, Y/n had walked from her apartment, gotten a coffee, and hopped in a car to go to the semi truck. It had become routine that her and Meemo would spar together, especially after Christmas. She had insisted she help in picking up some slack since Yuri’s disappearance. Sadly, she was not the most agile young woman, and needed guidance. But with the business going smoothly and little to no trouble on the daily, Varga had agreed to the two of them training together, so long as it was in a secluded area.

Each morning they would drive to just outside St. Cloud in an abandoned lot with no owner and for hours, they would fight. Y/n had to ice herself constantly and a few times, Vagra had let out a bark of a laugh at a black eye on Meemo’s face, and that time he returned limping. She was a quick learner, especially since she didn’t want to be out in the cold longer than needed.

On that day, y/n had managed to fully tackle the skilled man to the ground and sprained his arm. He was impressed but bothered by the injury as he drove them back to the truck with one arm.

Meemo had managed to give her a good few scrapes on her arms and a headache from a hard blow to the head. But it was a successful day, regardless.

They pulled up into the quiet lot and y/n jumped out, bouncing to her second home and knocking on the metal door. After a moment, it swung open and Varga knelt down to help her in. He took inventory of the damage to both of them.

“Good god Meemo. Did she beat you?” He asked as the man limped behind her.

He gave Varga a tired look that said, “Yes. Yes she did.”

The older man let out a laugh and clapped his hand on the young woman’s back as they walked down the middle of the container.

“He got me too. Look at these!” She said, rolling her sleeves back and staring down at the deep scrapes on her arms. Varga tsked.

“And here I thought you had no boo-boos.” He inspected them carefully, “Right…get the medical kit and we’ll patch you up.”

Y/n nodded and walked back to the small washroom, passing Meemo as he laid on one of the bunks. She returned a moment later with the kit in hand, and sat up on the computer desk, rolling the other sleeve up, the cloth was already caked with blood. Varga shook his head and went to a cabinet down the container, returning with a shirt, “Off.” He said, pointing at her shirt.

The young woman looked down at it, then slowly removed the shirt she wore, wincing as it pulled over her sore muscles and cuts. She sat there in her bra and pants as he tended to her, pouring a liberal amount of peroxide onto the cuts. She balled her fists in pain as the scrapes fizzed and burned.

“That’s it…” He murmured, wiping away the dirt. Y/n smiled faintly, not really knowing how to behave with his odd care. She watched his hands as they cleaned and placed the large plasters over the wounds, mesmerised. She loved his hands.

“There we are. Good as new.” He said, putting away the kit. Y/n snapped out of her daze and inspected his surprisingly good work; she held her arm up, and Varga took the opportunity to grasp it gently and press a kiss to her wrist.

The sound of a phone ringing from down the container snapped them out of their moment. Y/n smiled up at him, “Thank you, Mr. Varga.”

She slipped his shirt over her small shoulders and buttoned it as Meemo stood and hopped down from the bunk, gingerly making his way over to Varga with the phone held in his hand, “It’s him.”

Varga circled around y/n, grasping the cell and coming back to stand before her, hand in his pocket.

“Mr. Stussy.”

Y/n could hear small snippets of him speaking on the other side.

“Who?…Your dead brother…how interesting.”

Emmit’s voice on the other side was frantic. Y/n watched Varga speak, he raised his hand to her face and held her chin as he had taken to doing often.

“What kind of men? Short men? Melancholy?” He tilted his head to the side, staring at her lips.

Y/n bit the inside of her lip at his cheekiness.

“They?”

The voice on the other side was quieter.

“Canada.” Varga said simply.

There was more talking.

“ If the girl is alive ..if… then she did what any smart person wanted for murder would do and she ran away to Canada.” Varga concluded, rubbing his thumb across her chin thoughtfully. Her breath hitched.

Emmit continued to freak out over the other side.

“You were at the hospital?”

Y/n perked up at that.

“Emmit? Emmit are you listening?”

As if he was speaking to her, y/n listened intently.

“You won.” The older man said.

Y/n could hear Emmit’s confused response.

“Life. Sit tight. Meemo will be over presently to drive you home. There’s some papers for you to sign. You’re selling a shopping mall.” With that, Varga hung up the phone and released her chin. Walking over to Meemo and handing him the phone. The young man left without further instruction, and y/n hopped off the desk, coming to stand against it, arms crossed.

“Something is happening, isn’t it?” She asked.

“It is.” Varga said distantly.

-

Y/n stared down at the newspaper as she sipped at her coffee on one of the bunks inside the container. Another Stussy was killed; another person to add to the roster of victims their scapegoat would take blame for. Ever since Emmit ran from his house following the moustache incident, they had been working to cover their tracks. Emmit confessing to killing his brother was a disaster; he thought he was quick, but they were quicker. He was not going to drag them down.

It had been a few days that Stussy stayed in the police station, held there. He thought he was safe.

Y/n looked down at Varga as he typed away at the computer. Today they would infiltrate the precinct and extract Emmit before he said too much. After a moment, the door opened and Meemo climbed inside, walking past her and down to Varga, “Everything’s ready.” He said.

The older man nodded, switching off the monitors and standing to shrug on his coat.

Y/n followed suit, putting her coffee and newspaper away, and slipping her coat on. It was time.

“I’m not sure one’s gonna do it.” Varga said and they walked out.

“I got another picked out, closer to the precinct.” Meemo stated from behind y/n. They descended the stairs finally installed and walked to the car.

“What matters is he signs those papers. And we get him out of that precinct before he gets too chatty.” Came the older man, walking behind her to the black car waiting.

Meemo held the door open for them, y/n scooting in first.

Meemo continued, “I can monitor the radio. See if there’s a workaround to the security.”

Varga shook his head, “No, let’s move shop, go to stage four. No mistakes.” With that he climbed in after the young woman and the door was shut.

Y/n held her hands in her lap, anxious for what was to come.

The office was eerily quiet. Varga sat at his desk, watching as y/n stared out the dark window to the city outside. It made her think of how many lives were out there; people with no idea of what darkness lurked around them in the shadows. People who had no idea or concept of the V.M. Varga’s in the world. She thought back to herself before everything. Back to when she was sexually harassed and treated like gum on the bottom of men’s shoes. It was freeing to know where she stood. Crime or not, she was calm and happier than ever. Debt free, care free.

“Penny for your thoughts, my dear?”

Y/n turned slowly, to look back at the older man resting in his chair, feet on his desk and hands folded.

“I was thinking about what you’ve done for me, Mr. Varga.” She said with a gleam in her eye.

He smirked, “Do you speak of the occurrence on that very window sill you stand, or something else?”

Y/n sent him a playful glare, but smirked with him, “Both. Mostly the life you gave me and the life you saved me from…The life of a sheep.” She turned back to the window.

“If not I, then someone else would have some along and scooped you up, my dear.” Y/n heard him stand and stalk over to her. She sucked in a breath when his hands grasped her shoulders and he tilted her head to the side to press a kiss on the bruise that sat permanently on her neck. His mark.

“I wouldn’t have followed anyone else. Never will.” She whispered.

He hummed against her skin, then stood next to her, arms crossed. He was silent. Then, y/n felt him stiffen. She looked up- he was staring out into the office by the elevators. Y/n followed his gaze to Meemo running into the office, covered in dirt and blood. She froze.

No.

The man said nothing, none of them did. But they all knew.

The phone rang on Varga’s desk, startling the young woman. The older man walked to it and grasped the receiver to his ear, “Hello?” He said.

“Who’s this?” He asked after he received a response. Y/n listened intently, hearing a female voice.

Nikki Swango.

“Madame, it’s just lazy to steal from someone without knowing their name.”

There was another moment, before Varga spoke again, “Oh…The Swango. Our recidivist.”

She spoke again. A game of cat and mouse.

“No, account numbers mean nothing without their passwords, without the answer to six security questions.”

Y/n saw his face change, to one of annoyance.

“What do you want?”

Another moment.

“V.M. Varga.”

“How much and when?”

“Look if you’re gonna be clever, I’m gonna go for a nice lie down.”he sighed.

The next minute was almost silent save for the light murmurs on the other end of the line. Then, Vargas face changed and he set the receiver down; he grit his teeth together and a heavy silence settled around them.

Y/n exchanged a look with Meemo, he had the same face as her.

They were being blackmailed, and more.

-

Y/n stared down at Nikki Swango through her binoculars, next to Meemo who held a startlingly large rifle pointed down at the woman. Meemo wore an earpiece to listen in on the meeting, but she was only able to watch. Y/n felt a surge of jealousy when she saw Varga sit across from the woman. Her eye twitched. They spoke for far longer than the young woman liked.

She enjoyed when Nikki looked around at the trap- all the men who held strong resemblances to Varga. A few more moments passed, then the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end; she turned away from the window quicker than her spine should have allowed, only to see a massive, red-haired man standing just behind Meemo, a silenced gun to his head. She looked down and saw him holding a knife to her ribs. They both froze. Y/n couldn’t breathe. The man clicked a remote of some kind in his hand, but spoke to words; as if he was signalling to someone, most likely Nikki.

They all stared at one another, though y/n wished at that moment that she too had an earpiece to know what was being said between Swango and Varga. At this point, she didn’t even know if the woman had pulled out a gun and shot him, or if the meeting had ended.

After another few moment, the man suddenly pulled the gun and knife away and disappeared from sight. Y/n looked at Meemo and stared down at where Varga and Nikki had sat. She was gone.

“What happened?” Y/n asked.

“She didn’t take the bait…not even tea. Refused his offer to work for him too. We have until tomorrow to give her the money.” Meemo sighed, shaking his head.

“Well…at least now we know she’s not working alone. I would suggest several extra men for the drop tomorrow.” She murmured before taking off down the fire escape staircase to the bottom of the building and to the car; Meemo just a second after her.

They waited a moment before Varga climbed in and simply said, “Drive.”

The car took off, and the ride was silent until they pulled into the parking garage. They parked, and y/n went to open her door, but a hand on hers stopped her. Varga asked Meemo to get out, needing to speak to the young woman next to him.

“What happened?” He murmured after a minute. Y/n felt that flare of jealousy in her, wanting to ask him the same thing.

“A man snuck up on us. I only noticed him when he was placing a gun against Meemo’s head and a knife to my ribs. Then after a few minutes he walked away.” She said as calmly as she could.

“Let me see.”

Y/n turned to look at the older man. He was deadly serious.

“What?” She asked, not sure if she heard him.

“Sweater. Up.” He commanded.

Y/n nodded and pulled her sweater up, along with her undershirt. Sure enough, there was a red mark where the blade had been. Before she could react, Varga grabbed her arm and pulled her onto his lap. She let out a squeak as she came to rest on him. He placed a hand over her ribs, smoothing a thumb under the redness. It was raw and scraped. Y/n shivered and unconsciously shifted her hips against him.

Varga inspected her, and his eyes grew dark the longer he looked; a slow, quiet rage filling him. He stared at her skin as if he was deep in thought. A few moments passed before either of them did anything. Y/n broke the silence, “Offered her a job, eh?” She clenched her jaw.

The man’s eyes flicked up to hers, “Purely strategical, my dear.” He rasped.

She nodded, though not fully convinced. There was another moment of silence where he continued to watch her and a small smirk threatened to spread his lips.

“Miss l/n are you jealous?”

“No.”

“Yes…and I’m from Portugal.” He said slowly.

Y/n bit the inside of her cheek and looked away; she tried to shift herself off on him but only succeeded in having him hold her even more firmly in place. The young woman let a long sigh leave her- how did her world come to this? He was not property or even close to being hers. They shared something fleeting but the thought of him showing admiration for another woman was a difficult pill to swallow.

After a minute or two, she looked back at those cold blue eyes, her heart swelling pitifully under his gaze. She slowly lost herself, and dipped her head to press her lips to his. Of course, this was not in and of itself a new act, but the sentiment behind it was richer than that of a kiss between a boss and his comrade; it said how she worried about him and missed him. The moment her lips met his, he released a low moan that went straight to her core. Y/n slipped her hands around the nape of his neck and to his lapel; Varga placed his hand on her jaw and prodded at her lips with his tongue for her to let him in, which she did happily. She shifted her hips again, rocking slowly against his arousal. If it wasn’t for the close quarters and too many layers of clothes, she would have let begged him have his way with her.

Slowly, they released each other. Varga gently slid her next to him and opened that briefcase of his that she had burning questions about. In it, were two massive folders, one of which he pulled out and handed to her. It had a name on the front, “Elinor Hyler”

Y/n looked up from the folder to the man next to her, confusion riddling her lovely face.

“You.” Was all he said.

“Me.”

“Yes. Incase this rendezvous goes kaput, this is you. Sit tight in that cafe of yours until 3:30 this afternoon. If I’m not there…open this and take the plane ticket. But you must go. Do you understand, lutko moja?”

Her mouth fell open slightly and tears threatened to sting her eyes. She took a deep breath and nodded, “I do.”

“Good girl.” Varga whispered.

She gave him a smile and pressed one last kiss to his lips.

He took her chin gently, just to stare into those eyes he craved daily, possibly for the last time. “Now off you go.”

With that, the young woman slid across the seat and climbed out before she could stop herself and say no. Y/n leaned down, one hand on the door, “It’s been a pleasure, V.M.Varga.” She smiled melancholily.

“The pleasure was mine, Miss l/n.” He rasped in that heavy accent she loved.

With one last look, she shut the door and walked away. Her chest ached with the weight of possibly ever seeing any of them again. No closure. She thought not seeing Yuri was painful, but possibly not seeing Varga hurt the most. That devilish man clawed into her soul.

That cafe she loved felt cold. It was bustling and busy as people attempted to get a word in a conversation. The coffee she sipped at was as bland as water, regardless of its strength.

The hours ticked by; at first, one at a time, then they began to meld together. Every time the door opened, she turned her head to look, hoping against hope that it was Meemo or Varga. But as that half hour neared with each tick of the clock, she had to focus on her breathing and remind herself that he had prepared this file to take his place in caring for her. Y/n gripped the file, staring up at the clock on the far wall as it ticked to 3:28. She took in a deep breath, letting it fill her lungs to the point of pain, and held it; her head became dizzy. Then, she let it out slowly. As her lungs became empty, she opened her eyes.

3:30pm.

She felt her face turn stoic as her emotions left her. This was it. The young woman gently opened the file and poured over its contents, namely searching for the plane ticket.

There it sat, in the front sleeve. She stared down at it.

Washington, D.C.

She blinked.

Then she looked through the files, and stopped once she reached the last one. She froze.

I’m supposed to work…where?

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