#i shall eat with a glass of milk

[giyuu-is-lonely7]

Spice: Taehoon Seong x F!reader

A/N: I got lazy near the end and I apologise if he's OOC. Haven't edited yet.

Warnings: none, maybe implied sexual content near the end

“You’re so shit and handing spicy food” You laughed as you watched Taehoon down a glass of milk. His glare did nothing, if anything you cracked up even more. A pale milk moustache was evident on his equally pale skin. This boy really thought he could scare you with a glare after you watched him fail at eating the spicy ramen.

His arm came up to his mouth to wipe the milk mou off his face. You were seated at his families' dining table, a bowl of instant ramen in front of you with a pair of chopsticks sticking out from it. Taehoon had invited you over to watch a movie as it was a shit day with even shittier weather, you’d just finished editing his video when he called you over. This was not what you expected though, to be laughing at the guy who would kill someone for even looking at him funny.

“Shut Up.” 

You just couldn’t, if he couldn’t handle the spice why’d he even bother putting it in his ramen. He made his way back to the table with a glass of milk for himself, none for you, you noted. Taehoon was obviously getting ticked off now, so you did your best to calm down. It was quite the show, his once pale face becoming red suddenly out of nowhere. With a finale chuckle, you let a sigh of air pass through your mouth.

“Sorry, sorry.” The tears on the corner of your eyes begged to be released, but you quickly wiped them away so Taehoon wouldn’t know about them. His brows twitched with slight anger, he didn’t like to be laughed at.

“So is this the real reason why you don’t like spicy food? Cause you can’t handle it.” I wasn’t supposed to come out like that, but it was too late to turn back now. 

He was pissed, the eyebrow that twitched and the jaw that clenched were clear signs of it, though you feigned oblivious and continued to speak. “I always found it odd when you take me out to dinner and never order any spicy food. Theres nothing wrong with not having spicy, but if spicy was the only option you’d lower it down.” 

A hand slammed into the wooden table which made the ramen cup bounce in the air a little. This didn’t phase you in the slightest. Instead, you wanted to tease your boyfriend even more. 

“Awwe, did I make my boyfriend who can’t handle spice very well upset, oh whatever shall I do. How could I ever atone for my sins, I know I’ll buy you some ic-” 

Your sentence was cut off when a callused palm slapped over your mouth to restrain you from speaking. Dark brown eyes met your own as his pale skin had a pinkish hue blooming underneath it.

Holy shit!

You had just made your boyfriend blush. The same guy who didn’t even blush when he asked you out was now blushing up a storm over a small little tease.

“Don’t smile.” His voice was less like his normal tone, this one was flustered even. The corners of your mouth rose up even faster at his voice. Slowly your hands reached upwards to remove his from your mouth though it did little as his grip on your face was strong. 

Once again you tried to pull his hand off your face yet it was hopeless. A cocky smirk made its way up to Taehoon’s face, the blush on his face was long gone. The hand that was not latched onto your face was placed on the chair you were sitting on, his hand just mere centimetres away from your shoulder. He leaned forward and whispered in your ear.

“Beg”

This fucker, so you figured out his secret, and now he’s going to make you embarrass yourself because of it. As it, you had dignity to uphold. No way were you going to lick is hand, you had no doubt your boyfriend was clean, but he was still a boy, so that option was an easy pass.

The next option was to act as cute as possible. Make some cute looking eyes or throw some cute little poses, Hah! As if your cold-hearted boyfriend would bend to your will at that, plus being cute was not you at all.

Option three it was, with little to no force at all, you twisted your body around in the chair. Your back no longer had the support from before but you were completely free from his arm now. But you were now falling backwards. 

With a thud you landed on your back, only to be met with a slam from the front as well. A cough escaped your mouth as you opened your eyes. Only to be meat with light brown hair and a hand to the side of your head. Taehoon had landed right on top of you, his face was squished between your boobs. Well what a sight. He had lot his balance when you fell off the chair resulting in him falling, though how’d it end up like this? 

Taehoon shifted his head to look up at you, his brown bangs covered his eyes slightly, your eyebrow quirked up. 

“Comfy down there?” 

He scoffed before shuffling up a bit, you took this chance to take a hit at him.

“Who would have thought you’d have gotten so defensive over nothing, its cute.” A smile made its way up to your face before being replaced by a shit eating grin. “I feel bad though, do I still have to by my boyfriend thats bad at spice ice–” Once more was your sentence cut off, but this time differently.

His warm lips met yours as he stole the words from your mouth. Your eyes closed on instinct as his hand that was once holding your mouth hostage was now caressing your face, mainly cheek but who cares for the details. Having done this with him before, your mouth opened wide as his tongue slipped inside your mouth. Arms reached up to play with his brown hair, the locks were soft to the touch. One of his best features. 

Parting your mouth once more, your eyes opened and Taehoons tongue slipped out of your mouth as a trail of saliva followed his tongue out. With warmed cheeks you let go of your boyfriends hair and stare at him in the eyes as he did the same.

“Finally shut up.” He spoke as you rolled your eyes.

“Oh shut up jackass.” A reply came from your lips.

“I’m home” A cheerful voice spoke from the front door 

Eyes locked with each others, you communicated telepathically.

‘FUCK!’

#ptj universe #how to fight #viral hit #taehoonseong #Taehoon #Seong #Taehoon x reader #Hansoo seong #ramen #webtoon #manhwa #viral hit x reader #flustered taehoon

[zedif-y]

me when my roommate is home: ah, remember, a balanced diet is essential! for our next meal plan, we should think of dishes that involve more vegetables--!

me when i'm alone: alright so today im eating slop and a glass of milk if i get hungry . tomorrow i shall feast on the thought of a single fry

#ryan's screaming #this is why i need a roommate . keeps me responsible

[chubbycelebs]

The Factory of Fatties (part 3)

The group left the two horny berry boys to their juicy selves as they continued down the hallway to continue the tour. The two boys left, Henry and Charlie, were getting a little worried for their fates. Now 3 out of the 5 boys had all been fattened in some way and Wonka didn't seem the slightest bit concerned. They both looked at each other in worry and then down at their extended bellies, still full from the stuffing in the first room. Henry looked over at his much bigger partner seeing Charlie's shirt cling so tightly to his big bloated belly. Henry thought that if anyone was to get fattened next it would be him.

The group reached another big round door similar to the juice concentration room. "This next room is something top secret that I am working on in this factory. It's very experimental at the moment but I just knew you guys had to try it before the tour was over." Wonka looked at the boys in front of him and saw their excitement as he pushed open the large door.

Beyond the doors was a large almost endless looking field. The grass was bright green and even the roof of the room looked like the sky. In the field were huge fat cows, all black and white and all stuffing their bellies with the grass. "This my dear boys is where we make the cream for our sweet treats, or I should say where we are going to be making our cream." Wonka walks over to one of the round cows and places a hand on its belly. "These cows have been genetically altered to produce the richest and the best milk for making cream with. It just so happens the best milk for creaming comes from the biggest cows. Who would've guessed" Wonka chuckled giving the cow a firm slap on its belly.

Charlie and Henry were looking around at all the cows and were wondering why it is "experimental" for there to be cows. "Wonka?" Henry asked, "Why is this room experimental if they are just fat cows?"

"Ah you see my boy we haven't had anyone test the milk from the cows yet. Well my workers have but no normal people yet. We are just wondering if the milk from the cows is really as good as the workers make it out to be." Wonka looked away wondering, almost alluding to one of the two remaining guests try some of the milk.

Henry thought back to his life at home and how he felt like a disappointment to everyone as he had never achieved anything in his life. He then thought how he would be praised for testing one of Wonka's ingredients and making sure it was safe for the whole world to eat. He thought that this could be something good he does in his life. "I'll try it Wonka". Henry steps forward towards the cow and Wonka. Wonka had a very mysterious grin on his face as he clasped Henry on the shoulder.

"Oh amazing my boy. I am so happy you decided to be our taste tester for the day. Thought I'd have to ask for your fat friend Sam to be rolled down here and fill him full of our milk. But no need, we have a willing volunteer just here. I shall send for my workers to come and get you a glass of the cows milk right now!" Wonka turned around back to the door and clapped his hands and 3 workers marched into the room instantly. Henry was starting to get a little nervous now. What did Wonka mean by fill him full of milk? Would he have to drink pints after pints of these fat cows milk?

The workers immediately got to work milking the cow in front of them. With just one squeeze of the udder almost a while pint came out of it instantly. They had to keep filling buckets after buckets of rich milk. Another one of the workers was filling glasses with the milk straight from the buckets. After about 5 minutes the cow had run dry and about 5 buckets were filled to the brim of milk and now being loaded into pint glasses. "Right then my boy. Whenever you are ready take a nice big gulp of our milk for us." The workers in the room pulled out a notepad and one of them handed Henry a tall ice cold pint glass of milk.

Henry was surprised by how cold it was having just seen it come straight from the cows udders. He gave it a sniff and it smelt amazing, like milk you find at the bottom of the bowl after eating a bowl full of sugary cereal. "Well here goes nothing" Henry said bringing the rim of the bottle to his lips and taking a large gulp.

The milk was sweet and sugary but also thick and creamy almost like it had already started to become cream inside the cow. It tasted amazing and Henry took another gulp. "What do you think my boy" Wonka asked in a low voice keeping his eyes fixated on Henry as he drank more of the milk.

"Its amazing Wonka. Tastes just like cream already and its the best cream I've ever had. I just can't get enough."

"Have as much as you like my boy we wont stop you from enjoying our creamy goodness." All the workers were writing down notes but Henry didn't take notice of this. After finishing his first pint of milk he picked up another and nearly downed the whole thing in one go. He kept guzzling more and more of the thick milk. He kept thinking just how proud everyone back home would be of him for testing out the sweet thick milk for the world to now enjoy.

Whilst Henry was busy drinking pint after pint of the rich milk, Charlie couldn't help my notice how Henry was rock hard. This strong boner showed through his trousers and was very obvious for everyone to see. As Henry finished his 4th pint glass Charlie watched as Henry's groin area began to get wet. The wet came from his hard penis and began to soak his trousers. It was a thick white liquid that was beginning to soak his clothes. Charlie looked over at Wonka who had a grin across his face watching the milk covered boy. Charlie was begining to get worried now.

Henry hadn't noticed at all about his soaking groin. He just kept drinking more and more pint glasses of milk. He was onto his third bucket of milk now. He decided to stop filling glasses with the milk and just drink straight from the bucket, becoming desperate for more of the milk. The milk spilled down his face now soaking his oversized shirt and the rest of his clothes. With his shirt now soaked with milk, it had revealed another change to Henry. The wet clothes clung to Henry's now growing belly, his stomach curving outwards with every gulp he took of the milk. As the workers began to note down Henry's changing figure something else began to change too. His skin was becoming paler as well and his hair became darker to an almost black colour.

As Henry started guzzling his fourth bucket of fatty milk, the changes to his body was becoming much more apparent. His shirt now cling tightly to his ever fattening belly and moobs. It wasn't long before his belly pushed his shirt out the way and pocked out the bottom of it. It revealed that Henry's belly was covered in thick dark hair. His facial hair also began to grow slowly coming in dark and thick covering the lower portion of his face and neck. His body was beginning to really fatten now. His round belly merging with this growing love handles, pushing further and further out, jiggling as it did so revealing his every growing hairy gut. As well, his chest became very thick and pushing against his shirt begging to break free. His legs and ass grew huge as well, pulling his trousers skin tight, the seems dying to bust open. His large hard penis also adding pressure to his tight clothes. As he came to the end of his fourth bucket and reached down for his fifth his clothes couldn't handle the pressure anymore. His ass broke free of his tight bottoms bursting free of the constraints allowing is legs to rip through as well. His large hairy legs giggled as Henry stood back up to drink the final bucket. His shirt now also burst open and fell right off his huge milky body. His chest was huge with large round nipples and covered in dark black hair. His belly is large and round looking like an exercise ball also covered in a thick layer of hair. While his small tight brief underwear was still on, it didn't cover much of his private areas. His large ass was poking through the top of his briefs showcasing just how big it had become and how hairy it was. His boner was still just as powerful as before, nearly breaking through his underwear itself. It still gushed thick cream from its head now running down the inside of Henry's thick thighs.

As Henry took the last sip of the final bucket, his body came to a jiggling stop to growing, every part of him now jiggling and exposed, about 500 pounds. He dropped the bucket and belched loudly and looked around at the group in front of him. Wonka had a huge smile on his face almost proud of the huge hairy cow in front of him. The workers all scribbling down notes as fast as they could. Henry, with a dumb proud grin on his face, then looked to Charlie who was stood with his mouth wide open looking on in shock at Henry's new body. The sight of Charlie prompted Henry to look down at his body and was shocked to see the changes that had happened.

"Oh my god Wonka" Henry said as he brushed his hands down his huge hairy chest and onto his prominent fluffy belly, "what have you done to me?"

"What have I done? My boy you were the one that signed up to be our taste tester. You wanted to make people proud and I must say I am very proud of you my milky cow."

Henry looked at Wonka when he said he was proud of him and couldn't help but crack a smile. "You are proud of this?" Henry asked shaking his belly.

"Why of course my boy. You did better then I ever could've imagined. And look at all that cream you are producing we must get you to the creamer as soon as possible." Wonka pointed to Henry's large boner as his still spilt thick cream everywhere. Henry couldn't help but smile now, proud that he has made other people so proud. "Workers could you lead our gracious volunteer here to the creamer for us? We shall follow just behind." The workers in the room held hands with Henry and guided him to the very back of the room they were already in. As they walked over to the back door the workers were rubbing Henry's belly, chest and ass which he enjoyed very much almost letting out moans as they waddled over to the back door.

Through the backdoor was a large version of those cow milking machines. There was a seat for Henry to sit his fat ass in and one large teat milking suction cup. "Just take a seat over there my dear boy" Wonka said pointing to the chair. Before Henry could walk over the workers pulled Henry's tight brief underwear off revealing his huge hairy cheeks and letting his milky boner free. Henry waddled over to the seat and fell back into it, his body jiggling as he did so. "Now just relax my boy. I'm sure you will enjoy this next part." Wonka pressed a button and the suction device moved closer to Henry and sucked onto his large penis. Almost instantly Henry began to moan as the machine sucked the thick sweet cream from his oozing dick. As the machine sucked harder and harder Henry couldn't help himself but moan loudly. He almost sounded like he was mooing at one point.

With one final loud moan and shake from Henry the machine detached its self from his dick and Henry fell back into his seat, now all sweaty with his hairy body soaked with sweat. The workers grabbed Henry's thick arms and pulled him off the seat and began walking him back into the field.

When they were back in the field, Henry began to cool down a bit and began to realise just what had happened. "So is that it now Wonka? Will my body go back to how it was now I've been creamed?" Henry looked at Wonka slightly saddened with the idea that he could never have such pleasure again even though he was now a hairy huge fat man now.

"Oh my boy don't you worry. What happened to you is completely permanent. You will be stuck as my fat hairy cream boy for life now." Wonka walked up to Henry and leaned in close to his ear and placed a hand on his dick. "I'll make sure my workers take good care of you for your service". Henry smiled and looked over at Wonka's workers who all looked over at the fat boy with a smile on their face. "Well then Charlie, looks like we shall have to carry on the tour now. Spent much too long here with you creamy friend. Shall we move on now?" Again less of a question and more of a statement as Wonka began walking towards the exit. Charlie still shocked by what he'd seen followed after him, looking back Henry as the workers started feeding him more milk and rubbing his already hard penis. Henry was so happy now that he had made people proud and couldn't wait for the workers to get to work on him again.

This is part 3 of my story. I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. The next part will be the last so please let me know if you'd like more stories like this. Check my deviant art page where I have many more stories if you haven't check it out already: https://www.deviantart.com/fattyman123

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[ladysharmaa]

Cinderella story

Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader

summary: Y/n lost her father when she was very young, being in the care of her stepmother and sisters. However, they started to treat her like a maid. Unable to attend the ball the Bridgerton family is hosting, Y/n tries to find ways to go, even if it is against the wish of her stepmother. There she meets Anthony who is in search of a wife, but will he continue to want to be with her after finding out who she is?

part 1  part 2

"Y/n! Y/n! was the first thing the young girl heard, waking her from her sleep. "Where is our breakfast?!"

Her stepsister's voice echoed through the house, demanding her to go downstairs. Y/n basically jumped off the floor where she slept, stretching to help with the back pain she got from sleeping on such a hard surface. She looked outside, her heart starting to beat faster in panic as she saw the sun already high in the sky, indicating that it was day already.

Y/n quickly opened the door of her tiny bedroom, scolding herself in her head for falling asleep. Since her father died, her stepmother has forced her to start doing more housework than usual. Before, the maids helped the child and let her play while they did her chores, but without her father, they didn't have much money having to fire them. That is, Y/n did all the work now, often having to stay up late to get it all over with so as not to face her stepmother rage.

"My apologies, sister. I was cleaning upstairs. I didn't realize you were already awake. I'm going to get your breakfast ready." Y/n lied, not even having to change clothes. She put on an apron and started to head to the kitchen to warm up the milk.

When she had everything ready, having reconciled making breakfast and helping the others dress up in her fancy dresses that cost far too much money for what they had, Y/n finally put the food on the table. She prepared to sit down, but was interrupted by her stepmother.

"What do you think you are doing?" her cold voice made Y/n freeze in place. Margaret and Anne stopped talking, smirking to each other.

"She thinks she is going to eat with us, mother. How foolish of her." Anne laughed in an unladylike way, hushed by the older woman's glare. Even so, both her daughters continued to make fun of Y/n who was taken back with the matter.

"I always ate with you."

"That was before, dear." she used the term in a form of disgust rather than endearment, Y/n's heart clenched in pain. She was used to it, but it always hurt. She missed her father, she knew how much her life would be different if he was still alive. "My daughters and I have been talking and we think it will be better if from now on you start eating in the kitchen."

"But I'm your family..."

"No, you're not." she interrupted immediately with a cold expression, ignoring her daughters who were trying to hold back their laughter by turning redder and redder. "You are only the daughter of my late husband. A disappointment to our name. You shall eat in the kitchen, where you deserve to be, And only after we eat, so you can serve us whenever we want."

"But..." Y/n was going to complain over the laughter of her step-sisters but a look from the woman made her close her mouth, keeping silent out of fear. "Of course. Whatever you desire, my lady."

"Now hurry up. And clean the floor, I want to see my face when I look at it, understand? Very well, girls, let's go to town to buy dresses." the three stood up, Anne and Margaret heading for the door but stopping when they saw her mother a little behind them. With a mischievous smile, the lady dropped her tea cup onto the floor, liquid and glass splattering everywhere. "Oops, my bad. Clean this, Y/n."

"Of course, my lady. Enjoy your trip to the city." Y/n hissed with a chenched jaw, breathing a sigh of relief when they finally left.

She didn't know if she could have held back the tears much longer. Her legs went weak, her knees gave out and the girl fell to the floor, her body shaking from her heartbreaking sobs. Her hands dropped to the floor to steady her, shards of glass piercing her delicate skin. She didn't ignore the pain, she accepted it.

What did she do to deserve this life? From one moment to the next, her life changed drastically and from then on she just wanted to be loved by the only family that was left and she couldn't even do that. She was excluded, a disappointment.

Y/n wiped her tears with the back of her hands. She knew her father would hate to see her like this, on the floor, eyes and cheeks red from crying, not appreciating the beauty of life. The girl knew she couldn't give up. Although she doesn't have many memories of her mother, the words she said to him stayed and forever will be etched in her mind.

Have courage and be kind.

Not even her stepmother would make her break this promise.

Meanwhile, at the Bridgerton house, the people at the table were completely silent. Their mouths dropped open in shock, only adding to Anthony Bridgerton's impatience. Their mother, Lady Bridgerton, was the first to break the tense silence.

"That is... unexpected, Anthony. May we know what changed your mind about getting married?" she cleared her throat. But don't get her wrong, she was delighted that her oldest son finally decided to find someone.

"Well, mother, I realized that I need a Viscountess to fulfill her obligations. It is my obligation as a Viscount to be responsible for you and your reputation. Of course, also to have an heir who can continue my lineage and take my place in the future."

"Oh lord." Eloise snorted, immediately covering her mouth with her hand. Anthony sent her a glare, causing her to drink some tea to try not to make the atmosphere more tense. She had trouble finding the right words to explain herself. "My apologies, brother. It's just that this is very..."

"Unexpected." Benedict helped her, as the rest of the family was still trying to assimilate what his brother just revealed. "Even a few days ago, you didn't want to marry. And now... It's just a shock that you have changed your mind."

"I'm afraid I don't understand your reactions, brother. It is my duty and I shall fulfill it. As the new season is about to begin, I believe this is the best time to start searching."

"Of course it is, Anthony. We are so happy for you!" Lady Bridgerton exclaimed, though a part of her feared he just wanted to get married and not find his true love. "I'm going to talk to Lady Danbury and we can even plan a ball here. I'm sure you'll find many suitable girls for you. I shall send a letter to Daphne telling her the news."

"I sure hope so, mother. Now if you excuse me, I have work to do." Anthony nodded, leaving the table and leaving his siblings to look at each other still confused.

"I never expected to see the day when this happened." Collin whispered like it was the most unbelivable thing he'd ever heard.

"Amen to that." Eloise agreed.

The only place she was happy was with her horse. Feel the wind on her face, her long hair blowing. To smell her grass, the way she gripped the hair of her horse gently, the sound of her paws hitting the ground. It was like she was on top of the world, where she was happy and had no worries.

Y/n she had to sneak out of the house to be able to ride her horse, Ella, but she would never stop doing it even at the risk of getting caught. Ella basically grew up with her and since then they had an unbreakable bond. It was as if they understood each other. It was the first thing her father gave her and her happiest memories with him were when he was teaching her to ride a horse or the long walks they took in the woods together. Whenever she walked, she imagined him at her feet, and sometimes she even felt that he was really there, beside her, accompanying her on a last walk.

Y/n was pulled out of her thoughts as Ella neighed and started to run faster, Y/n losing control over her. She realized it was because of a deer running ahead of them, the mare showing no signs of calming down.

"Wow, girl! Slow down, it's okay. Stop, Ella!" she screamed, tugging at the horse's mane but nothing was successful.

Anthony Bridgerton, who was riding in the area hoping to clear his mind, heard the young girl's pleas, changing direction so he could investigate what was going on. When he saw the situation, he snapped his mouth at her horse, urging it to run after them. He quickly managed to get to her side, putting an arm in front of Ella and forcing her to slow down.

The horse was circling around to calm down while Y/n, with a panting breath, burst out laughing looking up at the sky with a big smile. Anthony raised his eyebrows in shock, not understanding her happiness over something that could have turned very serious.

"My apologies, sir." Y/n said when she finally remembered she had company. Her checks were tainted red in embarrassment. However, she still had  a big smile on her face, adrenaline running in her veins. "However, I had everything under control."

"I'm afraid it didn't look like that. It seemed I saved your life." the Viscount argued smugly still in amazement because of her free spirit.

"I wouldn't exaggerate so much, Ella would never put me in danger." Y/n explained, stroking the horse's side. "And who are you, kind sir who saved my life?"

"You don't know who I am?" he snorted, before composing himself when he noticed the woman's confused expression. Maybe he didn't want her to know who he was, he thought. He's never had such a lightheaded conversation with anyone. Usually everyone tried to impress him since he was a Bridgerton. "Uh, I'm just a gentleman who wished to clear his head. A coincidence I found you here, Miss..."

"A coincidence indeed." she smiled, purposely not saying her name. If Anthony didn't say so, neither would she. The Bridgerton noticed that and couldn't keep his lips from curving a little. However, she then noticed his clothes, the textil so different from the ones, cheaper, she wore. “Oh, are you an Earl? Viscount?”

“No!” he exclaimed, maybe too quickly. Anthony, when he noticed this, cleared his throat. He looked around, trying to found a excuse. “I’m merely a Baron. And you are?”

“Oh, my apologies then.” she said, embarassed of her mistake. She immediately bowed as best she could since she was still on the horse, she and Anthony circling as they talked.

She then pointed to the dirty, old clothes she wore, stained with dust and ash from the fireplace. "As you can see, I'm just… me I guess. Not a lady and definitely not someone as important as a Baron."

Anthony's brows furrowed upon hearing her speak like that. It was as if she was embarrassed to be in the presence of someone with a higher social status than her own with what she wore. And she didn't even know he is the Bridgerton Viscount.

"But you are treated well?" he asked, his voice laced with concern. Even though he didn't know Y/n, he was curious about her and always hated when maids were treated badly just because they didn't have high social positions.

"They treat me as best as they can. I have a house, a roof and food, it's all I can ask for. Many have worst than me I’m sure.”

"That's a very altruistic way of thinking, miss." Anthony nodded, increasingly impressed by the young woman. He was left to think about her words, regretting when he complained about petty things when he had everything he wanted while some people had nothing.

"I don't mean to intrude into your walk by all means, sir. I will let you be alone as you desire. It was a pleasure to meet you. Thank you for saving me, sir."

"Wait!" he exclaimed almost too panicked, but it was too late. Y/n was already riding into the dense part of the woods, her cape flying behind her. He wasn't certain why, but he hoped he could meet her again soon. As did her.

Little did they know that it would be much more soon than they expected.

A few days had passed since Y/n and Anthony's encounter in the woods. Since then, she had tried not to think too much about the mystery man as she would probably never see him again, but that was turning out to be a difficult task. He invaded her thoughts before going to sleep, causing her to turn around in the little bed she made with straw, unable to fall asleep.

Y/n had to go to the village to buy certain ingredients that her stepmother demanded. She brought the oranges to her nose, sniffing them and putting the best ones in her basket, looking for the rest she needed, knowing she had to be quick to still have time to finish the rest of her chores.

Afterwards, she ended up buying the role of Lady Whistledown, as the new season had started. As expected she couldn't participate due to her stepmother's rules, but her stepsisters were participating. That was another reason they were even more irritating than before, as Anne and Margaret weren't attracting any suitors.

What caught his attention was that the Bridgerton family would host a ball in exactly three days. Although she had never seen them, Y/n knew they were a family known and respected in society and apparently their oldest son, the Viscount, was looking for a woman.

Showing the paper to her family, Y/n had to cover her ears due to the shrill screams her sisters gave. They bounced around, already convinced they were going to be the next Viscountess. Y/n was just excited to hope that this could be her first ball of her life. She could even hide in a corner, but she wanted to see the extravagant dresses, the orchestra playing music while couples danced elegantly and love stories unfolding right in front of her.

The next few days had been one of pure ecstasy. Anne and Marget already had her dresses, bragging about how Anthony wouldn't take his eyes off them. They were in Anne's room, Y/n helping them try on the dresses that had arrived for them to choose one. When their stepmother entered the room the young girl gained courage and finally asked.

"My lady, since there will be some dresses left, I was thinking I could keep one. For the ball of course, just so that I could attention. I promise I wouldn't embarress any of you or even talk with someone." she hurried to say when the others fell silent, exchanging glances with each other.

"You..." her stepmother pointed a finger up and down at him with a disgusted look, "...think you can attend to a ball?"

"I think she's finally lost her mind, mother." Anne laughed as she put on her gold earrings.

"I certain didn't lose anything, sister. Maybe you're the one who can't think with a wig so thick it blocks oxygen from getting to your brain." Y/n snapped, not knowing where she'd gotten so much courage to face them. The expression of her stepmother immediately changed, showing her fury, but Y/n wasn't going to step down from this. "I don't understand where the problem is. Again, I wouldn't dare talk to anyone. I just want to experience a ball. One time. It's all I ask."

"No! Enough of this nonsense!" Her stepmother shouted with authority, creating a tense silence in the room. She lunged menacingly towards Y/n, grabbing her chin violently to force her to look into her cold eyes. "You will stay here, cleaning. Like the little, useless thing you are. You deserve nothing, Y/n. The maid has no right to ask for anything."

"The maid?" she scoffed, pulling her face away from the older woman's hand. "You can only live like this because of my father. As her daughter, all of this is also mine! Not just yours, mine!"

The next thing she realized was her sisters gasp and the pain that spread through her cheeks. Her stepmother had his hand up, having hit her when she lost her temper. Y/n put a hand to her face, her eyes watering in pain, but she refused to let the tears fall. She put her chin up, challenging her stepmother, who definitely didn't like the threat to her power.

She grabbed Y/n by the arm, sure enough to leave a bruise, dragging her to her room as the young girl tried to escape her grip. Opening the door to her room, the older woman pushed Y/n to the floor.

"Learn to be more respectful. I can make your life miserable. Don't tempt me."

"You already made my life miserable the moment my father died." Y/n whispered sadly from her position on the floor. 

Then the door slammed shut, she hearing the sound of the lock turning, indicating that she was locked in the room. With no strength left for anything else, Y/n cried. Tears and more tears that didn't seem to stop until she finally gave in and let herself fall asleep, hoping that her dreams could heal the pain of her real life.

When she woke up again, the house was silent. Y/n got up slowly, her eyes tired and puffy from tears. Her mouth was dry and her old dress soiled with strands of straw. She looked out through the single window of her room, seeing how the sun was already descending from the sky, preparing to give way to the moon.

Her stepmother and daughters should be gone by now. She hurried to her drawer where she kept an extra key to her room, something the other never found out, and cautiously opened her bedroom door. She cringed at the sound the wood made as it moved, but breathed a sigh of relief when she realized she was indeed the only one in the house.

Deciding to follow her only wish, Y/n opened her closet, opening a box that contained her mother's dress. Her father had given it to her when her mother died in a way that he would never forget her, something that Y/n always kept and made sure the others would never find him.

As she remembered, her dress was beautiful, in a shade of blue that stood out in the midst of all the colors that were usually worn. little sparkles covered the fabric. She softly touched it, a smile appearing on her face. Her mother wore it for her first ball, and now Y/n would do the same.

Rushing to clean herself with cold water and a washcloth, Y/n pulled on her dress being careful not to ruin it and arranged her hair as best she could, leaving it down despite not being very ladylike. Anyway, she didn't want anyone to notice her.

Looking outside, getting darker and darker, Y/n mounted Ella, hoping her dress wouldn't get dirty on the ride. Within minutes, Y/n had arrived at the Bridgerton mansion, not having been too difficult to find due to all the carriages heading there. Traveling along the boundary line between the road and the forest, Y/n got off his horse, tethering Ella to a tree with a kiss on her head and the promise that she would be back soon.

The environment was so different from what she imagined. People were dressed in their best clothes, long dresses and tiaras that showed off their money. Some were accompanied by gentlemen while others were by their mothers, still looking for a husband.

Y/n decided to wait a little longer hidden behind the trees until most of the people had entered, not wanting to cross paths with her family. When the path was clear, she entered the mansion, looking around to where the ballroom was. Thankfully, a maid guided her, opening the doors to the big salon where many people were already dancing.

However, everyone stopped when she walked in, gasping at her. Despite her fear, Y/n continued to walk, looking around quickly to make sure her stepmother wasn't watching her. Maybe they were too busy at the food table, giving Y/n the opportunity to enter even with everyone looking at her.

Anthony Bridgerton, who was in the middle of a conversation with his mother and his sister Daphne, suddenly stopped, staring at the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her dress clearly caught the eye, but what really captured her attention was her smile. It was the girl who he saw in the woods, the women who tormented his dreams, his thoughts all the time since they met. He couldn't loose this second opportunity.

Confidently, leaving his mother and sister behind with no explanation, he took slow but steady steps toward her. The rest of the people watched in silence, occasional whispers breaking it to ask who the mysterious girl who seemed to have captured Viscount's attention was.

When Anthony stopped right in front of her, Y/n gasped in surprise, both of them locked in each other's gaze. Y/n's heart was beating so fast she was afraid he might hear it.

"It's you."

#bridgerton #anthony bridgerton #anthony bridgerton x you #anthony bridgerton x reader #anthony bridgerton x wife #benedict bridgerton #collin bridgerton #daphne bridgerton #eloise bridgerton #bridgerton imagine #cinderella #cinderella story

[asena-graywolf]

Somnophilia

It was a hot summer night. You went to bed early because you had a stressful day. You came home so tired from work that you drank a glass of milk and threw yourself into bed without even having a chance to eat.

You slept with your head on the pillow. You needed sleep so badly that you could sleep uninterruptedly until the morning.

Unfortunately, a bad surprise from your husband woke you up from your sweet slumber.

Since the temperature exceeded 20 degrees even at night, you slept in an oversized T-shirt and only underwear underneath.

Kuro approached you from behind and took off your underwear while you were asleep. He checked with his fingers that your pussy was wet. Even in your sleep, you were always wet for him.

His palms gripped both of your hips, pulling down his shorts and pulling his hardened cock out of his boxer

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you sweetie" she whispered in his ear

Gently holding your waist, he straightens you to lift your hips a little more towards him.

He massaged his hardening cock and before long he shoved his huge cock into your tight cunt

The warmth, humidity, and wetness of your vagina drove him crazy when he got inside you.

“Ahhh! Y/n…” he muttered

Feeling the presence of a huge dick inside you instantly woke you up from your deep sleep.

You lifted your head off the pillow and jumped

“Huh? Kuro? What are you doing?" you said in a hurry

“Y/n, please baby. I need you so much. Help me"

"So you dare to fuck me in my sleep, at my most vulnerable"

"I am sorry. I needed it so badly, I couldn't stand it"

"Then fuck me hard"

You lifted your hips towards him and embed your head back into the pillow. As soon as you lifted your hips, you got slapped on the ass and Kuro suddenly started to fuck you at ferrari speed like a car on the gas pedal

The pillow you buried your face in suppressed your moans. Your muffled groans delighted Kuro. You discovered a different side of being fucked by your husband without being able to sober properly.

"Ah! Kuro fuck me!”

"How willing you are, ma'am"

You got another smack on the hip. Kuro continued to ebb and flow without a moment's hesitation.

Kuro's monstrous cock was widening your narrow cunt

“I have to widen your narrow pussy a little more, honey. Maybe I'll leave a baby there"

You were not yet in a position to welcome the idea of ​​a baby. Because you were just married. It hasn't even been a year since we got married.

“Ahh! Are you hungry? Don't worry. I will fill you with my semen, my beautiful wife. I'm about to cum"

“Cum now darling! into me”

“Shall I cum inside?” he made fun of you

“Cum inside me, Kuro!!”

You almost screamed and Kuro just shoved his whole dick in your cunt and stuffed all his hot semen into your womb.

He smacked your ass one last time as he was coming out of you and pulled away from you.

He cleaned himself and put his shorts back on.

You lower your hips and lie face down again. Your back ached from bending over. Had the same pain in your knees and legs

You were both out of breath. Kuro lay on your back, resting his head between your two shoulder blades. He tugs at the collar of your shirt and leaves gentle kisses on your back and neck.

“I know it was short, but do you think I was good enough?”

"Is it good? Just don't try well. You were great. Maybe you even left a baby inside me"

He got up from your back and reached for the empty space next to you. He pulled you to his chest and wrapped his arms around you.

“If I did as you said, I will be proud that you carry a piece of me in you”

#hq x y/n #haikyuu x imagines #haikyuu!! #hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #kuro tetsuro x y/n #kuro tetsuro x reader #kuro tetsuro x you #kuro tetsuro #kuroo tetsuro x you #haikyuu kuroo #kuroo tetsuro fanfiction #kuroo tetsuro imagine #kuroo tetsuro scenarios #kuroo tetsurou smut #kuroo tetsurō #kuroo tetsuro smut #haikyuu smut #haikyuu smut x reader

[tparker48]

"So what's a snack like you doing in a place like this? Don't you know its dangeeous to sneak into a predator's house unannounced."

The tiny cowered before the burly giant, the very ground themself shaking with each step they made."Oh how misguided of me, I've stumbled upon an unsuspecting doom. Whatever shall I do?"

A snicker escaped from the predator, hiding it beneath the collar of their. "Come one, Mylin, you gotta make it convincing, I can't get into the role if I you're acting all cute."

"Oh I'm sorry, Fushi, would you like more, 'oh noo please don't eat me' or 'please spare me from that tight belly.'" He draped a hand over the hus forhead. "I can give more spice if you want that."

He giggled a bit, leaning over his small lover "any of that and you'd have the crown awards, shakespear." He kissed at their forehead.

Mylin giggled as the warm lips fiddled at their ears, holding a hand to their cheek. "Well, I'm sure I can tune it up a few." He got up from the end of the couch, crouching to his knees. "**ahem** forgive me for intruding great master, I had no idea I would stumble upon your lair. Please, spare my actions."

That was a bit better, Fushi thought. He scratched at his beard, his tongue glossing across his lips. "Well, it seems you know your status, I shall grant you a task fitting for your cowardice." He grabbed a glass off the table, swirling it between his fingers as he held their chin with a finger. He poured the fluid into their mouth, watching the fluid vanish into their mouth in fee short gulps.

Pouring the rest out from the bottle, he watched as Mylin's size vainshed, lowering to a pile of clothes. And now it was time for the harvest, he lowered down to pick up his his delectable snack, lifting them to his face. "Satisfy my belly, and I shall grant..I shall.." He gazed upon the small tiny between his fingers, a light squee escaping from them. Honey.."

"I know I know but, I can't hold it in." Mylin admitted, wiggling his butt around as if he had a tail. "Its always a trip to visit your belly. Its so warm and squishy, and filled with lots of you. And did mention was squishy?""

He softly rolled his eyes, palming at his face. Why did he have to be so cute, he thought himself. ushering his beard, he smiled lightly. "Fine, we'll get straight to it. But you gotta at least squirm on the way down, you know how I like that part of the role."

He saw the sparkles in his eyes light up, his little head nodding at a quickened speed. Lifting them higher, Fushi opened his mouth, a belch from his throat bathing Mylin in beer scented gas. With another lick along his lips, he dropped him inside, their faint form sliding along his tongue to the back of his throat. In seconds, he felt them spin around, Their little feet dancing about along the backside of his uvula before hands fondled it.

Bringing the back of his tongue to the roof of his mouth, he reach a hand into his pants. He kept his word all right, just like he always does, and each time it always sends a chill down his spine. Leaning into the sofa, he battered its muscle into him before he tilted his head, swallowing him with a swift flex of his flex of his throat. the cute little lump flowing down his body always sent a spark his cock. But nothing felt more estatic than the drop to his stomach. Like dropping a pill inside as it disappeared into his barreled gut.

"Such a delectable snack!" He softly huffed, rubbing through the abdominal hairs before shaking up his own stomach.

A soft object moved across his stomach, wet palms pinballing from meaty fold to another. "Oh no, what a terrible place to be in, im trapped in this giant's hot, sexy belly."

The predator chuckled at the statement. "Aren't you milking a bit hun?"

"What can I say? I like to play the role well."

Always the dramatic one. Fushi took a swig from his beer, feeling the cool liquid flow to the bottom of his stomach where the tiny swam around. Slowly bubbles started to fill it, pushing through his throat like a chimney as he belched it to the air. He shook his around, if only to hear the soft sloshes lingering beyond his muscle It made it worth while as his hubby's moans followed, it's sound nearly comparable to a cows as it vibrated the walls.

Minutes went by, and he was about tuckered out. Scratching at his rear, he felt a bizz in his pocket, pulling out his phone. "Times up hun, let's get you back up before your regrow." He tapped at his stomach.

"Aww, alright." They said.

He moved his legs to the end of the sofa, holding his belly that plonked in weights into the corners of the furniture. With a firm squeeze, fluid expunged at the bottom of his throat, climbing to the top of his mouth as it poured onto his tongue. When he felt him splash on top of it, he swallowed the rest back down, sliding Mylin off his tongue and into the palm of his hand.

He gazed at his drenched form, nuzzling his nose against his back. "Welcome back to outside world, snack." He giggled, watching as pair of soggy hands touch his nose.

"Good to be back" They replied "I really wanted to explore more of your stomach. Could you give me a little more of your serum."

"Hun we've talked about this, I can't use the dosage on a whim, it takes a while before I can conjure a stable batch. It has a time limit you know."

"Yeah, but I wouldn't be in their that long, I'd be out before you even sleep."

"My stomach doesn't just open for anyone, it has to let me decide. Besides, I still gotta prepare the next batch. The second they're done, I promise you'll see my belly again. After all.." He paused, cuddling Mylin into his beard. "You're my favorite belly diver after all."

The little guy pawed at his cheek, his little whimpers turning to giggles " Alright alright, no need to smother me, ya softy."

"But I like smothering you," he set the tiny along the carpet, slowly watching as their size slowly returning as he stood just beneath his chin. "Your just too cute being fun size." He kissed at their forehead, lifting them into his arms.

"Yeah, yeah" Mylin said, against the giant belly. "But I'm not gonna be satisfied til I had some fun. Don't think I didn't hear those fingers fondling at your junk."

"What can I say? You make horny." Fushi said, carrying him up the stairs to the bedroom off to leftside of the hall. "It's your fault for doing all that rubbing afterall."

"Pfft, you're the one who said you wanted me to squirm. Quite the insitigator I'd say."

"Not just any instigator.." Fushi paused, setting him down along the bed. He nudged his gut into him, sending him to his back as he pinned between his arms. "THE instigator."

Mylin became flustered, a warm cylinder object slithering at his left leg. "Hehe, needy bastard. Someone should teach you a thing or two."

"Think you can take me on?" He rubbed at his thighs, circling around the smooth bulge outlining his crotch. "Well then, hun, teach me a lesson."

A grin plastered along his face, his own palm wrapping around Fushi's. "You're on."

**********************************************

The moon had left the window since the two went to bed. Fushi laido sprawled upon the middle of the mattress, his snores filling the air as he slumbered. However, Mylin wasn't as tired as he was, slouched against soft flesh as pubic hairs fiddled at his cheek, the thick appendage attached to it acting as a pillow. It was midnight, even after their fun, he still felt restless as he stared into the stains of the underwear beneath his boyfriends balls.

If Fushi wasn't sleep, he'd ask him to give him some time in his stomach, at least until the moon left the sky. But deep inside he knew he wouldn't. 'The serum was not yet ready' or so he says. Kinda think of it, he never really seen the process up close, Fushi usually tucked it somewhere until he claimed it was ready. But what defined that?

He pushed over the lumbered arm laying ontop of him, slinking out from the waistband. He glided over his stomach, its low gurgles singing into his ear. Soon, he whispered to himself, rubbing over its tender surface before slinking off the bed.

"Let's see, if I were one of Fushi's viles, where would I be?" He scaled the furniture in the room, taking to the shelves along the door. Nothing but few newpapers, some clothes, and a used dildo. The foul smell lingered off it like old trash, he'll have to remind the big guy to clean it once he wakes up.

He moved toward the drawers, searching the panels from top to bottom for a lead, but even there it proved to be an empty chase. Where could he have hidden it? In a glass jar? A safe maybe? He looked in the cabinets for any more sources, a glare shining in his eyes as he turned toward Fushi. their tanktop slowly raised with every snore that escaped, peeling the fabric away to reveal the round belly beneath. Along his belly button, a glass bottle stuck out, rising and sinking upon the bellied flesh as if it were water.

" bingo.." Mylin said.

He crept to his boyfriend's side, watching the tuft of his beard drag along his chest. He reached for the bottle, plucking its diamond tip from the flappy belly button. He nearly broke a sweat as light giggles escaped from him, cautiously eying their face for one of his eyes to open. When the lumbering lover finally settled, he sighed before hovering the vile in front of him. It was darker than the fluid he had had earlier.

"Hmph, It doesn't look unprepared at at all. Sneaky buzzard must've just said that cause he tired out." He twisted the cap off, smelling at the opening of the bottle. It was sour to say the least, stronger than the usual one. Sucking up breath, Mylin tilted the glass to the air. "Down the hatch."

He poured its substance into his mouth, his taste buds buzzing with its soir taste as it flowed down his throat. As it started to seep into his stomachs, he climbed over Fushi's body. Quickly the effects took place, by the time he reached his knees, he was began to shrink. Reaching his belly, he was but the size of doll, and when he reached his next, as was no smaller than his beard. He used the hairy strands to climb up to the predators lips, their snores booming below as he edged closer.

Looming over the edge, a breath brushed into him as he fanned at the air. "Note to self, remind hubby to not drink too much beer." he said. He grabbed the puffy lips, easing his legs between them before sliding along his tongue. The space was compact, the uvula spiraling over the back of the tongue like a snack as wind blew from beyond the fleshy walls. He always was a heavy sleeper, which meant sneaking in shouldn't be a hassle.

He pried open the meaty layer as snores flowed through the gap, encouraging a yawn as the muscle around widened. Searching through the crumple space, he Managed to find a hold along his tonsils, hoisting them apart to allow passage to the rest of the throat. he rubbed his palms before jumping inside, the muscle cushioning against him like an inflatable as he was carried down to his awaiting friend In a split moment, the valve separating the tube opened, pouring Mylin into a sea of beer that created tides below.

"Homee sweet home" He happily said, splashing around the contents as if it were a pool. He dipped and dived beneath the waves to the folds cuddling together. In a spoon full, he clutched the meaty walls into a hug, its surface rumbling as its gurgles shook his body to its core. "I missed you too."

He splashed around, moving through the waves like a fish as he basked in his hubby's tender stomach. After minutes of swimming around, he resurfaced onto a crease the stomach's wall, wiping away the juices that soaked his hair. He checked his watch, the digital number flipping to 6:00 AM. "Alright, I've had my fill, I'd better head out before Honey wakes up."

He splashed to the surface of the valve, fondling his hands into the soggy crevices to pull them apart. They wouldn't budge for the life of them, his fingers slipping from its surface. "He wasn't kidding about it not opening up for anyone, but maybe with a little coaxing he could-" The walls rotated sluggishly, sending the tiny spiraling as beer juice swirled to the ceiling. It crashed to the bottom of the stomach, the tiny resurfacing as he took a breath. "he just had to turn over.." He muttered, paddling at the substance.

A pulse run through his body, an inch of his size returning. "Its starting already? It hought i had another hour." Another pulse rung through him, a portion of his size reduced as he became lost within the contents of the stomach. He struggles to swim back up, before another pulse brought him back up. " I think I know why he said they weren't ready? I better get out of here before.." He patted the cieling, doughy flesh cushioning his palms. They were smooth, too smooth for his fingers to even pinch. "Where the valve?!"

His size pulsed again, his feet poking into the stomach's wall. He patted around the chamber, pinching at every corner he could find. His size grew and shrunk on its own accord, the once light pulse now radiating through his very being. He skyrocketed to the ceiling, crouching as the fleshy wall pressed into his head.

"Where is the damn thing?.." He strated to grit, fumbling his finger into the beer below. His finger touched with something soft, a fold nipping at his fingertips. There it is! He held his breath, reaching further down to interact with the folds. The space was dark and yellow, but his palm was able to guide him to the winking valve.

But even at his success of finding it, it still proved too slik and too tight to move apart. With another boom of growth, his body curled into a ball, the layer of the abdominal walls curling at his back as he faced his toes. With one final pulse, his body filled the stomach like a balloon, halting himself at only half his size.

"Ah crap.."

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Fushi's belly swished around as he slumbered throught the night. Mylin was too big to squeeze through the valve, now stuck inside his boyfriends sromach as the moon left the window. The sun soon poured into the widow sill, blinding Fushi's eyes with its glow. He groaned as he shielded himself, drawing the covers over to block it out.

"Uh, dear..could you get the curtain?.." He mumbelwd, slumping hi arm to the side of him. His palm was able to feel covers, but there was no Mylin. He groggily opeoened his eyes to an empty bedside, his body sprawled as his feet dangled off the edge of the mattress. "Honey?..where'd you go?" He called into the air, looking to the bathroom in the in bedroom to the hallway. With a heavy sigh, he slumped tonside of his bed. Scratching at his belly softly.

"If this is a wake up exercise Mylin, I would appreciate if it wasn't at the crack of the dawn." He belched for. Molent, feeling the air rush out from inside him. But a stiff object caught his attention, his stomach bubbling and lurching in place. Odd, his stomach's acting funny, as if it were bloated. Was it something he ate? Or drank?

He shook around his gut to get a better feel, feeling the walls subdue the lingering feeling. Whatever it was in there, it seemed to be no match for his stomach. Perhaps he'll let Mylin have a look when he finds him.

"If you're playing the quiet game downstairs, you better be making breakfast too." He wobbled down the stairs, fondling at the side as moved through the hallway. Still groggy, he walking over the vile along the floor, their substance non existent with only a drop that remained.

[askatrigenderlgbt]

Marvel Prompt🤍🩷🩵🖤🤎❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜

(Tony has been injured, taking a bullet for Clint. It thankfully didn't hit any dangerous areas, but it did come close to the Arc Reactor- startling his team badly. Clint can't help but puppy guard him for a while, unable to stop seeing tony falling to the floor bleeding. Steve can't help but follow Tony around as much as possible- to afraid of losing him, especially before confessing his feelings for the genius.)

Tony: *On the couch, irritated* Do I have to lay here?

Clint: *Sitting on the floor in front of Tony* Yep, you just stay there and let Steve cuddle you! Please, for us? *Gives the puppy eyes look, the one people feel to guilty to say no to*

Tony: ...Fine.

Steve: *embarrassed and flustered* I'm sorry Tony, I just... j-just...

(Steve struggles to find the words he needs. In the end he can only bury his face back into Tony hair, nuzzling his entire form even closer to Tony's body somehow.)

Steve: I can't say it right now Tony, but believe me when I say I can't stand to see you hurt again like that. I hate when you're hurt at all.

Tony: *Confused, oblivious, and concerned* Alright Cap, you can hold me as long as you want. Take your time on whatever you have to say too, I can wait. *Glances at Clint* you can stay too, you know? As long as you desire, Birdbrain... Want to hold my hand?

(Tony offers Clint his hand, which he happily takes. Steve is happy too, grateful that Tony was understanding. Then the other Avengers decided to join them, setting themselves around Tony.)

Tony: *Sighs* Well it's now a party in here, can I at least have a drink?

Natasha: *Hands over a glass of chocolate milk*

Tony: *Deadpan stare* ...Thanks. Also, why?

Hulk: No bad drink today, only safe ones. *Gently pats Tony's head*

Steve: Hulk is right, you shouldn't drink right now Tony. You're one some strong medicine and being drunk isn't going to help you heal anyway.

(Tony pouts, but settles as he drinks the chocolate. Thor comes over with snacks for Tony, things that won't be too hard on his stomach. The medication is making him feel great, but he doesn't feel hungry much.)

Thor: Eat SHIELD brother! You need your strength to recover your wounds! Steve would be saddened if you had to stay down much longer.

(Tony's attention was caught on what Thor said.)

Tony: Why would- Steve, why would you be sad if I'm benched for awhile anyway, besides me being an important part of the team?

Steve: *Blushing, he mumbles his words.*

Tony: Could you say that again? I didn't hear you, and I don't have super hearing like you do.

Steve: *Blushing red now, blurts out his answer.* I-I love you!

(Five whole, silent, seconds pass by.)

Tony: *Blushes* I like you too, Steve.

Steve: *Bolts up, staring at Tony's face* Really!?

Tony: *Hiding his face in his hands* Yeah...

Clint: Do you love me, Tony? *Teasing*

Tony: *Blushing harder* Y-Yeah.

(Clint froze, staring at Tony with disbelief. A blush slowly making way on his face.)

Hulk: Little Tony like all of us?

Tony: *Gives a small squeak* Y-Yes, okay! I like all of you, each of you having traits that make you wonderful! *So red at this point*

Avengers: ...

( They bring Tony down off the couch, rearranging themselves so they could cuddle their precious genius.)

Avengers: *internally* No one shall take Tony from us. No one.

If anyone wants to write this as a fanfic you have complete permission, I only ask you link me the story so I can read it!

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[i-me-mine]

As time goes by | Chapter 2: Pouring rain

Pairings: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Word Count: 4.3k

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You take some painkillers with a glass of water before leaving your home. You had a hell of a night - your father arrived late hurling insults and breaking things, nightmares plagued your sleep, and when morning came, you were reminded that the fight you had with Eddie was real. But you are hopeful that things will get better. They have to.

Eddie has band practice during the morning, and you have your art club assignment with Jonathan to complete - Walking in the woods helped clear your mind a bit, so you felt a bit better once you arrived at Byer’s house when Joyce was leaving.

“Hey dear, how are you?” Joyce hugged you and then gave you a good look. “Seems that you haven’t slept much; look at those circles in your eyes… ask Jonathan for a cup of coffee. He is in the kitchen. Unfortunately, I have to go; I’m already late… but take care, ok?” 

You stepped inside and reached the kitchen, and found Jonathan already eating. He pushes the plate full of cookies to you, “Thank Will for these.” and gets up. “What do you want? Coffee, tea, milk…”.

“Tea would be great, thanks” - Jonathan prepares and gives you the cup when he finally notices you. “You look awful, bunny… what’s going on?”

The pet name warms you a bit. When you were kids, you found Jonathan crying in the woods about a rabbit his father made him kill. He felt so guilty about it that he buried the rabbit and kept coming back to mourn it. 

You felt how sad he was and started to make him company during those visits. You were in silence most of the time; not good starting conversations back then, but he didn’t mind as he was not much of a talker too. Finally, after a week, you gave him a drawing of himself holding a bunny. He smiled at you, “Thank you, bunny.”. That was when your friendship solidified, and he never stopped calling you bunny. 

Back to the present, you asked him, “Good or bad news first?” trying to smile. “Good first, please.” 

“Well, next Friday, I’m going on a date…”. And you could see how Jonathan got excited. “This is awesome, bunny!! Take care, people of Hawkings! A new competitor is coming full force to shake the dating scene of this small city.”

“Ok, no need to be sarcastic, I know I’m throwing Earth out of balance by being asked on a date.” You said, laughing.

“Don’t say that! You are a great girl, and I’m glad that finally someone saw it and asked you out. But hey, what about the bad news?”

“Well, Eddie didn’t get happy as you did... He was so mad that we had a fight, and basically, he said he doesn’t want to speak with me anymore.” Your heart ached a little by remembering the fight. 

“That’s because he is an idiot!!”

“He is not!” you replied quickly.

“C’mon, it doesn’t matter if he does not like that you are going out or whom you are dating… it’s your friend that matters the most. You have to stay with her, you stand by her side and support her decisions, even if they are dumb ones, and deep down, you wish that she would change her mind and see that all she needs is right next to her and not with a stupid King of Jocks that worries more about his popular image than about her…”.

“I guess we are not speaking about Eddie anymore, right?” you said with a supportive smile. You know that Jonathan is in love with Nancy and that seeing her with Steve hurts him. And you also know that while Nancy cares a lot about Jonathan, she is so happy to be with Steve finally... Sometimes it is hard to be friends with all of them, but you do your best not to be caught in the drama and to try to support them the best you can. 

“I’m sorry, I guess I got lost in my thoughts. Let’s try to get to work, shall we?” you nodded and followed him to his bedroom. You both spent the morning working on your assignment, which consisted of putting side by side your drawings and his photographs, showing the different perspectives of the same things, and detailing the techniques and compositions.

Jonathan cooked lunch for you, and as you were getting ready to return home, he asked you to follow him again to his bedroom. “I know you are sad because of Eddie’s reaction and afraid of what this may mean for you…”.

And then he opened a box with many photos, going through them to find something. So you take the pictures and see photos from colleagues, people in the streets… “You are not taking creepy photos of others without permission again, are you?” 

He then picked one of the photos and looked back at you. “No more creepy photos… although you know that photos still help me read people better. But I just wanted to give you this, so you can remember what you have and that it’s greater than just a small fight.” then he hands you a photo.

It’s you and Eddie, sitting next to each other in the park in a middle of a good laughing session as he was tickling you. You wished you could pinpoint exactly when that picture was taken, but a scene like that happened so many times… you both seem so genuinely happy in the photo, like a perfect moment frozen, allowing you to keep it forever. “Thank you.”, you murmured while getting emotional, and then he hugs you. “C’mon, I’ll give you a ride home.” 

Back at the trailer park, you decide to talk with Eddie after waving goodbye to Jonathan and holding the photo inside your pocket.  You knock at his door, rehearsing inside your head what you will tell him when Wayne opens the door, a confused look crossing his face when he sees that it’s you. 

“Hey, kiddo, what happened? Is Eddie ok?” You then match his confusing look. Why was he asking about Eddie?

“I hope so, Wayne. I want to talk to him…”.

“Oh… he said he would be away the whole day, not to wait for him to come home… I thought he was with you.” you give Wayne a small smile and turn around, returning home. 

So he would be out today… not mentioning where he went to. Was he avoiding meeting you on purpose? Well, he couldn’t do it forever. So you decide you will chat with him tomorrow at school.

Ok, now you don’t have any doubts that he is doing all he can to avoid you. He was not at your usual meet spot at school, he didn’t come to your locker during the morning to talk, and when you tried to reach him at his, he slammed it shut and hurried to the other side. 

You make one last attempt, entering the cafeteria, hoping he will look at you, but he does not. You take your place at the table right in front of Nancy. 

“I can’t believe Eddie and Jonathan both found out about your date before I did. I thought that you would tell me first!” She seemed disappointed but still smiled at you, inviting you to tell her more. 

“I’m sorry, I would have told you earlier, but I knew you were spending the weekend with Steve…” it was a small lie, you know… but hopefully this would make Nancy feel better.

“Ok, no hard feelings! I want to know all the details, and we have to think what you are going to wear - no way I’m letting you go on a date wearing one of those band tees…” and you both started giggling while Nancy began describing what she believed that would be perfect for you to wear.

Eddie was staring at you at the other side of the cafeteria, thinking, “Sure, she must be all excited telling Wheeler all about Ben and daydreaming about her date.” 

“Earth to Eddie! Earth to Eddie! Hey man, are you listening?” - Jeff was poking Eddie, trying to get his attention. 

“Sure, man, whatever.” mumbled Eddie.

“You are acting so weird today… and you seem annoyed…” But Eddie had already disconnected from the conversation again, and Jeff got no answers. 

You hurried home after your work shift, hoping to be able to talk with Eddie. The sound of loud music blaring through the trailer Eddie lived in made you smile. He was home, and you two could finally talk.

But you knock several times, and he doesn’t answer. You try to reach his bedroom window to get his attention and see him closing the curtains. You can’t believe that he is acting so childish. You could feel the anger rising within you. You were undoubtedly sad that Eddie was ignoring you, but anger made you feel better. You let it wrap around your heart, shielding you from the pain. If Eddie doesn’t want to speak with you, you would also ensure that he cannot. 

The end of the week was approaching fast, and Eddie had still not said a single word to you. You don’t even remember staying apart from each other for so long. But you decided not to try to speak with him anymore. He would have to make a move - even if you were dying to have the chance to talk with him again. 

“Hey, wait!” You see Jeff coming your way. “What’s up, Jeff? Everything good?”

“Far from good… that’s why I’m coming to ask for help. Eddie is so grumpy this week... none of the boys can take it anymore. What’s going on? Could you talk with him and ask him to be a little less dickhead to us?” 

“Eddie is not speaking with me, so I’m afraid I can’t help” So it seems that Eddie is being a pain not only to you.

“Wow, how so? Well, that would explain his shitty attitude this week. Do you think you two can get along before our Hellfire meeting? You know he will give us hell if he is having a hard day.” he was looking at you with puppy eyes that seemed to scream, “Please!” 

“I’m busy, so I’m not coming, Jeff.. sorry. But you and the boys will be fine. Have fun!” and you turned around and left before any more questions were asked.

“Oh boy, we are so screwed if these two don’t make amends.”

“You got this.”, you say to yourself while looking in the mirror. Then, you take a deep breath and check again to see if everything is fine. It took you a long time to get your hair in a way you think is minimally acceptable. The lipstick makes your lips look smooth, and the mascara makes your eyes shine (or that’s what Nancy told you). 

The jeans look good on you, and your red shirt shows a hint of your collarbone. Red looks good on you, or so Eddie says. But, no, it would be best if you don’t think about Eddie now. 

“Where do you think you are going?” You hear the rash voice of your father. “I’m going out.” you reply. 

“No, you won’t.” You can see that he is drunk again. You try to avoid him and get closer to the front door, but he starts yelling insults your way. “Father, please…” you beg him, but this only angers him more, and he starts to throw things your way. You do your best to avoid being hit and run out the door.

Adrenaline pumps your veins when you arrive at the arcade, but you take a deep breath, decide to forget about this, and enjoy your night. Ben is already closing the door and opens a smile upon seeing you. 

“You look amazing! I’m glad you came.” You are unsure if your cheeks are red because you are blushing or if it’s still from all that has happened. But you smile back and say, “Thank you!”.

You follow Ben to his car and listen to him while he tells you about his week and work day. A booth is already waiting for you when you arrive at the diner. The waitress comes and gives you the menu.

“The beef sandwiches are awesome. You’ll love them.” then you are not sure if this means that you should let him decide what you both will be eating or if you are still free to choose other things. You start to feel silly as you have no idea how to behave, maybe you should have asked Nancy what you had to do. 

As you nod, Ben goes ahead and makes the order. You have to admit, he does make an effort to keep the conversation going, and you try to keep up, but it’s hard. 

He doesn’t like to read, so he doesn’t know any of the books you love. He really likes sports, but you are not into it, so you try to listen while he details how the championship is going. He is excited to tell you about his last vacation trip to California… and ask you about your favorite one… but you never left Hawkins, so you don’t have anything to tell him, so you keep asking him about his trips. Finally, he starts talking about all the colleges he is applying to, how hard it is to choose where to go… and all you can think is that you are not even sure if you can afford to go to college when you finish High school. 

It starts to get very uncomfortable for you, and you are beginning to get desperate. Ben is friendly, but it seems that you have nothing in common. You dreamed about having a nice date, even getting a kiss at the end… and here you are, not even being able to keep a conversation, hands sweaty, wanting to run away. Dates were not supposed to be that hard, were they?

You see the waitress looking at you, and she seems concerned. Does she know how nervous you are? Maybe she also had once a date that was getting weird. She does not say a word, but she goes to the Jukebox and turns it on. You recognize the song, and so does Ben. You both start to hum along; you breathe a sigh of relief and smile back at her, thanking her in your mind for easing things up for you, even if just for a bit. A pouring rain starts. 

“I think we should get going. It’s raining a lot, and it’s already late, let me take you home.” If it weren’t raining, you would try to convince him that he didn’t have to give you a ride, but there was no way for you to go home alone in that rain. He paid the bill and walked you to the car. “Where to?” 

“I live at Forest Hill.” You say in a low voice. “The trailer park?!” you could sense in his voice that Ben didn’t expect that, but you just nodded, and he murmured, “Ok.”. The ride back was awkward. Quiet. Tense. Ben was not saying anything, and neither were you. You pointed to your house when you entered the trailer park, and Ben stopped the car. You knew that it was crazy of you to wish that, but you wanted Ben to kiss you at that moment. And you were unsure if it was because of him or because you just wanted something good to happen. 

“Well, thank you for the night. You are a great friend; I guess I’ll see you around.” Ben said, unlocking the car door. The subtle rejection burned you from the inside. “Sure, thanks, Ben. See you.”

You stepped out of the car, looking for your keys in your bag in front of your door. When you looked back, Ben had already left. “What a great date we had, huh?” you say to yourself while unlocking the door. But when you tried to open it, it opened just a little. “No, God… please, no”. Your father had put the door chain on. So you could not open the door. You tried to knock, but no answer. You hit harder and yelled, calling your father, but it was useless. 

You walked a bit and tried to open one of the windows, trying to find a way to enter your home, but it just didn’t work. You walk to the middle of the road, trying to think about your options, but the truth is that you don’t know what to do. 

You open a broken smile, thinking about how ironic it was… you were rejected twice… one time by Ben, another by your father, who left you outside on purpose. You were getting soaked. It was too much to handle, and you started to cry, the tears streaming down your face blending perfectly with the raindrops. You are cold, all alone and just want to curl up like a child. 

Eddie whips his trailer door open, causing you to startle slightly. He is looking right at you. God, you miss him so much that just seeing him hurts. You keep looking at each other in silence. You then see him raising his arms on his sides, which you interpret as a “What?”, a way of sending you away or complaining because you were there, disturbing everything. 

“Third time’s a charm.” you think… it was the 3rd time someone rejected you that night, but nothing hurts more than Eddie’s rejection… because he used to be your safe place. You stand there in your rain-soaked clothes, your arms crossed in front of your chest… because it’s cold, and you are trying to hold together the pieces of your broken heart, you are trying to hold yourself together, but you are already falling apart. You close your eyes, wishing you could disappear. 

Eddie keeps staring at his blank notebook. He had fun at Hellfire, but it was not the same without you. And the boys complained again, saying that he was intolerable. Ok, he admits, he was impatient and tense… he had been feeling this way during the whole week. There had been nothing new added onto the pages of that notebook, he just had no inspiration or motivation to do anything being away from you. 

You haven’t been gone for long, but it feels like a lifetime for him. He has been sleeping so strangely at night, and he has missed you terribly… but you seemed to be handling things great so he decided not to make a move. 

He then heard the sound of a car. He looks out the window and sees you and Ben in the car but turns quickly. “I don’t want to see them kissing.” but his mind is already painting the whole scene for him. He presses his fingers in his eyes as if it would make it go away, but it doesn’t. Then he hears loud noises, and when looking again, he sees you knocking hard on your door. Something is wrong. He knows it. 

He hurries to put on pants and a shirt, runs to the living room, and opens the door. He sees you standing there, all soaked, seeming so sad… and all the anger he felt during the last couple of days vanishes. The goodbye, the attempts to avoid you… they mean nothing at all; nothing matters, just you. You are looking at him, but your face does not seem happy to see him. He wonders if maybe you really don’t want anything related to him anymore. He opens his arms in a shy attempt to invite you to hug him, to come back to him… but he sees you crossing your arms around you and closing your eyes.

He doesn’t care if you are going to reject him; he just can’t let you stay there. So he steps out in the rain and runs to you. He is right in front of you, but you are still with your eyes shut. He then asks, “Are you hurt?”

“Are you hurt?” You think you are dreaming. It’s so good to hear his voice again. You ponder the question. Emotionally? You were hurt beyond repair. Physically, no. So you decide to go with the most straightforward answer. But you notice that you cannot articulate the word when you open your mouth to say no.

You open your eyes and stare at Eddie, shocked that he is really there. He looks at you with those chocolate button eyes filled with worry and you notice his face details, his wet curly hair. Was he always this beautiful? Or did you just miss him? You want to say something but can’t find your voice. Dammit. 

“I’m taking you home; hold on, ok?” He picks you up in his arms and returns to his trailer. He does it so effortlessly that you feel like flying, You wonder again if you are dreaming. The part of you who was fueled by anger the whole week is screaming inside your head, “So now you care? Don’t pretend that you’re worried about me! Leave me alone as you did all these days!”. 

It’s still raining a lot, and you are both so wet, yet you can feel all his warmth, and that other part of you just thinks, “Please, let me enjoy this, even if it’s just for a bit. I need this, I can deal with the pain later.” When he puts you on the couch, you can feel his absence, and you shiver, thinking that it was over too soon. ��Let me get some towels for you, be right back.”

Recently you were feeling more like a stranger each time you came home… but Eddie’s trailer… 

It was inviting and cozy, just like always. It felt like home more than your own house. Maybe it’s because you have so many happy memories there. Eddie and Wayne, who you consider family, have accepted you into their lives as if you were one of their own. And maybe that’s why it was hard losing all of that while Eddie was giving you the cold shoulder. 

“Here, a towel and some of my clothes. You should take a hot shower; I don’t want you to get sick”. You were going to complain, say that it was not needed, but his hand was already on your cheek, a small gesture of affection. “Please, sweetheart…” he said in a softer voice, and you melted. It’s been so long since he demonstrated anything good to you… you were not going to waste it; you would do as he asked. 

After the shower, you felt more alive, and things seemed more real. You inhale the scent of the clothes he gave you… they smell like Eddie. You wear them, cloaking your body in their comfort, and then return to the living room. He is relieved to see you back, as he was worried that you would be hiding in the bathroom forever, not wanting to see him. He puts a blanket around your shoulders. “I also need a shower, but I’ll be super quick. Stay here, don’t leave me, please.” You smile, thinking there is nowhere else you would like to be. He smiles back at you while you get more comfortable on the couch. 

Eddie is relieved when he comes back and sees that you are waiting for him. There are so many things he would like to tell you. “I missed you so much, I was so stupid, could you forgive me? I was so worried. I care about you so much. Please, never leave me again. Things are not the same without you here, you mean so much to me.” The list goes on… 

But when he opens his mouth, he can only say, “Do you want me to make you tea?”. You nod, and he starts preparing. He is worried because you haven’t said anything yet. But you are still here, which gives him peace of mind. 

He puts the tea cup in your hand. You are then able to say, “Thank you, Eds… for everything.” Your voice is filled with love and kindness, as he remembered. He is so glad to hear it again. You drink your tea, and he is afraid that now you will want to leave. But you do not move. You are not sure what you should do now. 

“Bad night?” he asks. “Bad week, and tonight was even worse.” you reply. He feels guilty he gave you a hard time this week, but he also knew that there was more to it. 

“Do you want to tell me what happened?” 

You wondered if you wanted to. Yes, you want to talk about it. You want to discuss many other things, but are too tired and have a lot to think about. “Not right now.”, you say with a tired voice.

He may be pushing his luck, but he approaches you and asks, “Is it ok if I hug you?”. You give an awkward laugh and a low “yes.” He goes a step further.

He presses his lips to your forehead and closes his eyes while hugging you. He is devastated to think he hurt you when you did nothing but take care of him since you met him as a kid. Then, he starts to rock you back and forth in his arms, trying to ease the tension you both were feeling. 

“Are you feeling ok now?” he asked. You nodded.

“Can I stay here?” you asked, hoping he would say yes, as you had nowhere else to go this night.

“Of course, sweetheart. I think you should get some rest”. 

A long conversation about everything that has happened would be necessary, and you know that. But just for today, you would allow yourself to enjoy a quiet and safe night. You will deal with everything tomorrow.

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Notes: I've done my best, but as English is not my first language, and this had no proofreading, there may be minor mistakes; feel free to highlight any of them in the comments so I can adjust - Feedback is always appreciated too

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[grace-nakimura]

prompt. wolf. any.

for @poptart-cat-78 idk but von glower & whoops ! also ! mein kleiner welpe - my little pup oba-cha - grandmother in okinowan (informal) schlaf gut - sleep tight

Bex was a brave girl. She was nearly five, which meant she had only one more year before she'd start school, so it only made sense wasn't afraid of anything! In fact, Mommy said so!

"I wanna snack," she had requested one night; somewhat because she was hungry, but mostly to stall having to get ready for bed, because bedtime meant playtime was over forever.

Mommy raised her brow, which prompted Bex to amend her request, "May I has a snack, puh-lease?" Manners were important. Papa was old, something of an art-ist-carrot - someone who was old and came old money - and while he said yes to her more often than not, he only ever made a stern face when she wasn't polite.

"You're awfully brave to ask for food when you didn't eat much of your dinner, kiddo," Mommy had told her but because Daddy wasn't home, Mommy let her have a snack, anyway. It was celery with peanut butter - when Bex made a face Mommy gave her a look that made Bex shut her mouth - which she ate with a glass of milk.

Bex wasn't a princess, but because Daddy's family was really old, too, she lived in a big castle called Slosh Bitter. Actually, it was called something else, but sometimes words were tough to say, so that was the closest thing she could come up with. The castle was big and cold and old, but her room? Her room was the best. It used to be her nursery; Papa had decorated it himself and the paintings of a pack of wolves running in the starry sky, with a large moon behind them, still overlooked her bed. The only difference was that there were more stuffed animals and toys, and instead of a floral blanket she came home from the hospital in, she slept with a Little Mermaid one, as well as a stuffed animal Flounder from her favorite movie.

She liked living in a big castle.

Well, she liked it until she didn't, which was tonight.

Tonight there was a big storm! Mommy and Daddy were in a country named Polka-land because they were doing their Special Job. Bex still didn't know what their Special Job was, only that it made them go away for a long time, and it made her sad. Sometimes Papa went with them, and sometimes Papa had to leave for a little bit, which also made her sad. Papa didn't have a Special Job, but sometimes he had to hunt - he really liked hunting! It was how he and Daddy and Mommy met! - and he wanted the people he loved most to be safe.

It was raining cats and dogs, only not real cats and dogs, and the wind made the windows rattle. Flounder was getting scared, so Bex held him close to her, rubbing his back in small circles like Daddy did for her when she was upset. Her mommy would stroke her hair and sing a song in Japanese that her mommy, Oba-cha, sang to her when she was little.

The wind was really angry outside. Whistling turned to almost yelling as thunder clashed against the ground, illuminating her room, which was pitch dark because she didn't need her Little Mermaid Night-Light on anymore because she was fixing to be five, in bright light.

Flounder screamed. Loudly. Flounder was crying, too, and it definitely wasn't her, because she was awfully brave.

Papa ran into her room, still awake, probably sitting by the fire and reading like he always did. He tried to flip the light switch on, but nothing happened. He let out a bad word - in German, of course, which Bex was picking up on quickly - before hurrying to sit on her bed and pull her in her arms. He called her his kleiner welpe and rocked her back and forth, lifting her up in his arms - Flounder came with them, of course! - to his room.

There would be darkness, but also a roaring fire and candles. And there they sat; Papa in his chair holding Bex, while Bex held Flounder who still cried, to his chest in front of that very fire while the storm outside continued to throw its tantrum. "Shall I tell you a story, mein kleiner welpe?" He asked and she, holding Flounder tightly, nodded. He didn't even scold her for not asking please, mostly because her thumb was in her mouth. "I think Herr Flounder would enjoy this, too. Hmm?"

Papa waited until Flounder said something. Flounder must've said something, even adding in please like he was supposed to, so Papa began. "One upon a time, there was a lonely big, black wolf. While many thought him scary, or mean, no one could see how sad he was. How all he wanted was a family, or a friend, or someone to love him..." Papa trailed off while Bex and Flounder both looked up at him, hanging on his every word.

Bex knew this story. It was one of her favorites. The Wolf would spend years looking for someone to be his friend.

The Wolf would grow bitter, because sometimes loneliness brought out the worst instead of the best, and when he found Little Red Riding Hood searching for treats to give to her Grandmother, he didn't want to help her. He thought about tricking her; maybe he would tell her that the flowers he found were supposed to help her Grandmother get better, but instead, they would make her itch something fierce! Or maybe he would grow hungry and eat Little Red up! After all, the Wolf wasn't allowed in McDonalds, so food was very scarce.

Little Red surprised him. She was nice, funny, and offered delectable - when Papa said this, he sounded like he was in pain, which always made Daddy and Mommy laugh - Happy Meal with him. He would lead her safely to her Grandmother's house and safely back home.

At first, he only helped her because of the Happy Meals; he wouldn't go hungry, and she wouldn't be hurt by the bigger, scarier beasts in the woods. Little by little, though, the Wolf would look forward to walking Little Red to-and-fro', if only because she was nice, she spoke to him and she cared about him. It had been so very, very long since anyone cared about him.

One day, the wolf waited at the mouth of the forest for Little Red. She didn't show. He waited and waited, and waited some more - nothing. He would wait for three days for his friend. Not for the food she offered, the companionship she'd bring, or even her voice to chase away the silence.

She came back on the fourth day, eyes filled with tears, saying, My grandmother told me we cannot be friends.

The Wolf asked, but why?

Because you are a wolf, Little Red said. She said you would eat me!

The Wolf felt guilty; he did consider eating Little Red, after all. He wouldn't tell her this - couldn't tell her this! - so instead he asked, Do you wish to still be my friend, Little Red?

Little Red nodded.

Then know that as long as I walk by your side, you and your loved ones shall never fear anything from me, the Wolf promised. The beasts that soar above, the beasts that lurk in the shadows, nor the beasts below shall ever darken your doorstep as long as I am there.

"And the Wolf and Little Red would continue their friendship for many years to come," Papa said, his voice lowering as her eyes began to grow heavy. "Little Red's children, and their children, and their children's children would never fear wolves as the other villages - for they ran with them. And they all lived happily ever after."

Papa chuckled as she did her best to keep her eyes open, hushing her as he began to rock her side to side, humming. He hummed better than Mommy, who sounded nice. Daddy wasn't good at singing or humming, so when he tried to, Bex would gently, but firmly, tell him to please stop. "Schlaf gut, meine kleiner welpe," he whispered, placing a kiss on top of her head.

And so Bex did.

#myfic #gk #gabriel knight series #* von glower's final form #* whoops #this ot3 tag needs a name #i will give them one i promise #fredrich von glower #im sorry sir i cannot write you i love you so much i will get better

[thequeenofthewinter]

Thieves guild reacts to spicy food?

(Feel free to add other characters just hyperfixateing on the thieves lol)

Hello friend! Ask and you shall receive! I am going to do mostly “core” thieves for this.

(This is an excellent idea, btw.)

Thieves Guild Reacts to Eating Habanero Peppers

Mercer: *squints distrustfully at the pepper* *examines it thoroughly* “Are you sure that this isn’t poisoned?” *LDB only looks at him innocently revealing nothing* *causes a distraction by throwing a plate across the room* *switches his pepper with Delvin’s* *eats pepper* *passes out*

Brynjolf: “Alright lass, but be warned that I’ve been known to be called a fiery red-head for a reason.” *lifts pepper up to nose and sniffs it* *grimaces* Vex: Just eat the damn thing already, if you handle it anymore, you’ll have to buy it a drink first. *gives Vex ‘the look’* *swallows the pepper whole* “That wasn’t so har—” *hiccoughs* *starts sweating* *Vekel asks if Bryn wants some milk to drink* *stubborn Nord refuses* *face turns BRIGHT RED* *runs into the Cistern and sticks his head into the pool*

Vex: “This will be like stealing a sweet roll from Bryn. He’s a baby when it comes to anything spicy. All talk and no bite.” *grins* *picks up TWO peppers to beat Bryn and places them into her mouth* *chews* *spits the peppers back out* “WHAT IN NOCTURNAL IS THIS? ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME” *fans face* *drinks three glasses of milk*

Delvin: “Alright, I’ll take your wager.” *picks up THREE peppers [to try and impress Vex, of course] and sticks them into his mouth* *chews and swallows* *sweat starts pouring down his face* “That wasn’t so bad. Don’t know what Vex was on about.” *foot jiggles nervously under the table* “I could do this all day…” *casually gets up and starts walking to behind the bar* *Vekel yells at him* *Delvin grabs a gallon of milk and pours it over his entire face* *face plants into the ground*

Karliah: *spicy queen pro and winner of ‘who can take the most heat’* *plops 4 peppers into her mouth* *spits out the seeds* “Is that all you’ve got?” *props up feet on a table* *looks around nonchalantly* “Where did everyone else go?” *grabs another pepper*

Tonilia: “Oh no, I am not as dumb as the others. *crosses arms over chest* I want nothing to do with this…but I will fence the peppers for you if you’d like.”

#winter takes requests #skyrim #skyrim situations #this was really fun to think about #thanks for the request <3 #mercer frey #brynjolf #vex #delvin mallory #karliah #tonilia

[libidomechanica]

“But if they all they trod”

A ballad sequence

                And glory, being shadow forȝelde. Care not so     good, beauty; what which madmen’s were in the weary leave theme—he self, ’ thus make thyself in     my little; mix not worthyly wonnen, þe beuerage, poor worde, ’ quoþ þe good too stormy     stoures do rise and low, breath. Little coat; to dryȝe, and from the wine. For one of telle     ouer a sigh has but they bore up into

Love by lynde tachez þe rayne wyth a sword. Leave     us, and straitest sight have their mask I try on. Dead Glasse, what the sacrifice, as I     have no renkes vs to ryde and never since to myself to telle ouercome with     carefull hath killed their husbands mountain of gold becomes one’s thornless in from out you     shalt be my daily sail the green lead,

move right take, no kings be crow or doves; by whose? Beauty     hath was these for to haue of clouds content, I seek no more hold a grett wyse. Like a     bee, love affair white! Kisses, þat nyȝt, þe chaunce to fly from his own know, and we shall sorts     met the drizling run, he sharp air Of the clime she leaves, and patron, who all the moralist     that your knyȝt in her arms of new

life design, he turret that the porch we give it ever     silver know, we saw her pure des, dubbed wyth and thy basely fly and sprong on a     sponge wakes they name. Who doth shifts, with Heaven a blessing round my young shame, and hushed Casket     of all the next, what binds one by one, seize my address dancing, words to craue hit neuer     whereon our palace. But if they all

they trod a saraband: she sat, she on her veil:     marsh-divers, when no more, and would not what passes zither way; and neare thickets: then, is     not know to get my glory as I sing, still and soft, at least capon’s fat, for that to     rove! At þe lude my fare and she began to feel that crowd love, I dragged my honde stones, wherein     I longd the isle, among þo menne.

                And I will come as the birth canal     or pilot the iron heel it slays there rises an     adder fight with soul wasted,

and the year. We’re all used a     word, but drunken ben my father were the fisher that’s fine     for me, till freedom to

dry one’s eyes are, certes, enter’d     with her the gronyed; þenne, stella behold savoury end;     his nostril wide, the Head:

but act, from the Disease. My nerved     to angels Sophistrie, that is hir vp radly þe quite     quite new; the milk-teeth of

flame despair, like the happy I     dared tomb. Before it raineth, or as there a heavy hands,     from being waves at strain

going away, it eats the faint     with bost and gold beget in my blood to the bearing in     the mind is the air and

red each has butter. I walk in     his pipes, groaning out his room, the best gentler day. And þat,     and helpless brown, shot

sidelong dishes; and loked tushes     up her breathed no blood that chekke hit quyk go hymself was.     Must begins to faintly!

                The placed, cloves, we schal se hit     falles, biknowez and lanced þo bourdyng þat þer þe     heldet, of diamauntez, þat terms divine: o soothest Sleep!     ’ She crimson light and rech yow sette þe syluerin sponez.     Ready upon us,

though it leave, the larkspur, and mow,     we saw the world Babel, woman plants to beget in my     cause I worthyly wonnen yow lakked oþer, carande for     worchyp of your awen. I keep from their coupled among     from whom the Blessed be grass

and berde, þe burning in a maid     on ever alone: they waltzed and staggering pains? Vast     abyss floats scumlike enough to make. With smoþe smylyng and     grimly spinning, but came to the halloo will with solace     so fele sere, and serued

þer watz stad, his hed and schadde,     and how twas please, yet somewhere! Wings and accept their long years,     in food, quicksilver litanies, the feeble age of Arthure     þe haȝþorne were þat bere on, and dresse, with my soul’s     subterranean straitest bed.

                Far and be myȝt falled, and so glorious dreams,     that worth cowardise of a millions, that she has been details I have prove: is the just,     strakande dewe dropez of both night, cliff- tops, seas whereeuer þe abataylment in þe wyn     dronken and þay chast mights faint at þe large as scharp yrne. Ar her lanely night. I’ll wear     through to watched behind his hondelez,

and vntrawþe, þat all, but I the story of being.     Laura lies in Petrarch’s wife nuptials, for a noble. And twitter cry, and bihoues his     aray clene; for þe segge as pearskin’s fleet came to, else to wanton merkkez, wyth mony     proud of beauty might melts down fa’ for he is dread out of her stood, and yowre ryȝt totes. Nearest     Lady glanced words, if only the

bravest friends, none. Not that pass in her west through you     are not too late and sings inspiration. Of þe hounds might’st for all this hundred veins fresh     beauty as fair hand to woman, a leudez þe barren stafful hende, in food, quick is     lover’s glory as I sitting through a courtesy who am not owe it; tis muckel     þat sete in a casque, a bende of

hate. Like Phœbus thunder-shower will ring tressour beauty     and no more; when þat gere, a parties just the engine of use and wyth bullet of     our past recall? I’ll take a lorde haf waled welcome guest, fed with a wro wyth wormez     he hem bi hor diner was white wall waste in holtez and couetyse boþe, þat freezes, blood     waltzed and a spirit confest, bud-

packed into yourselves have gassed reproue, and swing. He—being     speak and lenged þenne? Subject—let me gost labours by, a breeder the disjoin’d, and     lewté yow wonted; bot þe resayt, bi þe tyme; I have vanishing gladly to pain, withoute     dabate thy soul. The influence to her, and love, and through with blys and whitest bed.     To have eyes to Hoyle: give her, tell you

think in stale þe halue, and round of them on the mind,     thoughted Venus, you wrong his babe for he would cheare them speech is hir vp radly, sir, ’ quoþ     Gawayn glyȝt on þe sale rich no offers him but could be know, a man, my heart of the     Hall, dropt through their new friend, we entered, who or whence for the mould; some crying through the yellow     her broad and gentle satin-wood,

rooted, oþer any so happy news but she is     gold frae the delight hand, not mine, all. And I want torrent out a bitter state to solely     seen, and luflych leȝten leue nouþer, ne non end; his soth were the year, I paced, cloves, and     to telle, when some motion must be such a victories ago was death of on wyȝes þat     went shore: but the spring, made those from

mine, where beloved out an uncrossable line;     in vayres. Thy bosom is ennui. Shed in some couldn’t get ye, or a hundred     dispairing on in digging to hear that the power, untrouble worthyly wonnen, þe     maysteres; hit were were engraved in the woman, a leuer were dispossession—leaving     sealed blood-shed fly, was turned in their couplings,

and a hastyly, when he fed the sky Attend     his hot country’s a things content, he waged, command—when he third: Our old come by that     worþe at mydmorn paste, til þe sege and you, as that valleys, weary. Fingers of prejudice,     discussed al þe houndez so warmly ran my lays, but in the plank, he kiss my gode,     and Horror of leisure, one like a

ship to be more horne vpon most, and with the fading     harsh chain: strong than the sea in the banks, close be Thine! With power, none living he loot the     south and bid me design, i, who insufficient pray hym kysse and a single gentle     castez. With her this century was growing fount, shewes of prejudice, discussed alone,     but of thyself grew afraid of

the old becom, and on hym þe schaterande inwyth     Logres, sir Boos, and she the shard, when he will now. By the doubt what, again the that     they makes young shadow make synne, and glare of alle þyse pure gold that’s harp, and night, my daughter     by the sky, and betwixt crimson- rolling in the crowd divide the leant on her     love in tent of complexion, full Turkish

trousers furl’d about content, or mother’s jealous     o’ a’ the main account; all is no sleeping on air; the flood of that heart is she     heart of thorny path thee, I thy decrees: or bid my slick-fac’d suitor gins to dreary’s     the streams. Woods whereat a lyndes and measures found we should looking of a dere caroles     to reached your bough and grew another

eyes; like Titus’ youth: lend then she cried, ye are     that he were black-faced at his face pale, and I read—two letters and alle day, and Heaven     and þenne þise gently we past echoing to know pining deer, since precedent of     half als, and too soon; father the feast and Samson eftsonez—dalyda dalt with prayed.     Wearing things with daily vnbidden

beautiful was a second was once was a mon, I     þe kynge as peas, and to started by the bridge; and tornayeez þurȝ forse of þe sale wyth clene     as do bewray a wand’ring kiss that call’d them don’t believe; or be mine; and I am     trwe knyȝtyly, when you spoke and beauty, thou must bear him; nor, as uncontested you     like here? And may man move; she tribes that

thou will with a wistfully the most dear except     their play had been woos best lawsez, bremlych closeted without my hear yours, not always     complete of meschaunce of life in which shadowings of every strange it should example     and ofte chaunsel to hent in lust. But to rob him of his silent myself in her heels     but of tortoise-shell or weary of

drifted of those time sparkling gems beneath the     days mourne. In hidden crimson on þat Nw Ȝere much steuen mon most terrier, to bear; the     long habitude of jasper than his churlish, harsh kindred not. This dark night; what matters     like a nick in and once more ways. Bowed on her brydel barren women whose hollow behind     a dream, we seeks the night I’ll roses

you that parly abide by your honour once     vouchsafe the thing writ on ground; from blossom to wone and ho stonyed hymseluen, couth not     in littering breast their golden to have neither whose hollows wherein their captain or     loss to remember to teach what entire as the World, and Kryst me make modest, blame     you fair flowers buy; some he did she?

                A taste. Live with such breathe with his     went! A remnant of happy in the Ithacensian suitor     gins toppyng to hue,

st.-Fish in his armed my tongue’s a     child, if good can wipe out into that needs it were of mud     and the chase the Danaid

of him, now I conceive. Sorrow,     and merrily roar out Harvest Homer some rich or in     themself speke: what, if I

fail beneath made head. Who wear, dainties     be a perfumed bed, in a’ the most terribly afar     in his angry gods

had done let’s fall, last Love, I probably,     rights are dabbled meekly fringed alle þat þe nase,     þe auenture in the sung

in þy londe is lenge hym bryng þis     burne seȝ non such as derrest on hiȝe with knows no pity,     but more modest pride: and

hard but twain. Seeks them still’d up like     peace? But in the honde, þe folk þere scarcely thousand like a     million, and he mas with

her cheeks, her round, all whisper from     out ful fayre on him, I must not so fresh fire, light, to alight     to iudge this, at least,

but in they both are that every     home, for Lebanon, dark cedar-tops and only Phillis,     ’tis Phillis, ’tis the worst

vpon Sir Gawayn bi non wolde neuer     þe abataylment in lust. Because white rose or flowes,     þat pine with a wroth

assuage; plants, beats her instant, which     to it. Belong you vomit the Golden to dust underworld,     with bred more. And þat

burde þenne no pysan ne noȝt bot     wel for me? Feasted the women. Strongest date do melt. ’ She     came to tourne to myself

on semez, ȝe wolde of þe paunchez,     vche burden of his chek so pace and you, mine own and     alum ande glam of golde

frenges, ayquere, and eke tenne thou     should be myȝt. Surmise regard, put fear to venturous cry     All good manure for me?

                Look thy hands, then come, and ryses     to my wavering words which with aversion was these are     amaz’d, as fear, as apt

as new-fall’n snow and went by the     betray, nor weep. From the strong fingers, house in body and     eyes blindness than you think

that longs to fight with henna; but     speak, fair-set vine, things that building and save one whose than of     His triumph at Turin:

Ancona was contract: there: for     her no segge fotez, hit is but a well-mouldest man not     will not some to his angry-

chafing body, but alas     a lady, bot if þe dor aftter messes of Heaven;     and on calming hot and

brass wild with her hand; now hyȝt þere     he schulde. Of the hider shame that she herself erect behind     his resounder too;

he came, then befuddled by me,     doted fruit in on which he observing smartly I pray     wither necks from his new.

                Here might hours, which I though the doubt     and does my heart the ring: and swelling cheek received and will     wonde þat on syde, ridez

þurȝ bi a bonk vnbene, his venerable     vertuus stone forth no men who grew faint, with a mynt     one, bot vgly þer hit is

gone, we schal at your question, since     he did feed on point a churlish swine to hunt the heaven     of Love my hert. Who all

dead worthy to lives a littel     dayntés nwe innocent warmth of hunted busyly aboute,     and mony leudes

honde. Whether out of our far gone     into þe lyre; her lif haden, and let me go; my day’s     decay, o’er cloud in nets,

dreading mute, which I by that     metaphor! I would pipe in gaol is but didn’t work, ’ said the air     some finest thee that’s to

dry one’s cell, we took his kingdom     from any window and grass and lo! ’Er she bride, and of     its painted for a heavy,

but to the bosom is, the     rind of prophecies; love with its would have made a wind begg’d     for future as þay for

some when Jove of you along waste     in his own coffin, as þe wyȝtest’, þe bonk houed, and think     on hiȝe with treason which

from its rocky brow and loss on     thousand her it was mine own like a wheeling world’s cowarddyse     and die: who knows the

earth is that Lady glanced, Sir? And     pyne I, you could be like a bed of roses give for     authorized behold, may say.

                And ayþer oþer to þe burnez in     her eye; bot þrye, Er þe heȝe stede, he sayde to blame; it was     these hall the gaudy sun with mony aunterez hym vp     and face, some clear eyes wood,

its lips, as Philomel in little     boat, ’ and Will’ one watz arȝe wyth fayre schelde, on Nw Ȝeres     morn. You lying happed from inmost sad? I did never     prayers had been the dead

weigh the yielding fairer than civil     home-run total is your eyes like to move to others’     feelings sadly as it cannot ceased. And, having no high,     and honoured apert

of song, Cyril, with the very     home, and þat nothing, flies; I fed your wyttez to þe fyrst,     and rode in hyȝe hode of more, when he on hille haspe; and turtle     one, bot neked, his

felaȝschip þat hem lyked. But     now by the tape haue, a bende on lofte, sweet music ceased woes     wind to enioy. To say yow þere, ȝe be kylled, may lend     her child to the flow’d upon

Design, he might. This sides parcht;     her eye, which governs me to, and then shall round drof to þe     chepen and þe lorde say. And swindler’s lute, schon schyre knitten;     syþen garytez ful mony

folden through the grave what hurt     she did bow, my own—only the only shrine of the same     health—yours, our gloom, disturbing she is the graveyard crossed my     ideal light is the laste,

bende hade in þe fuyt, four. And all     fair visage felle of court als laȝen loude þer hiȝed together,     that once more day I say! Ho wayned me vpon hyȝt, þenne     ayþer þik side a Warders

will he distant their sighing leaves     behind the woods made: our times that we dropsies, taken by     a kiss, and Dread and in his turban, furl’d in the merci     beseche yow ask; ȝe known.

                Der dronken, and cheep and red uprose     things in their sight, and bound in the sea which man kills that     on þrynne syþez hatz out at

gates. Hit watz halawed, who was     ask’d shall sore that cliff-tops, sea-gulls, and little heard, I know     who made of Pope and loose

or used two strength, and the stronge. The     red and Death of lightsome dull amaz’d, as he slepte; and ay     rachched him with the venom

of those concord shall not be     so well despair, she sees the Winter complete, wi’ an auld     makes him hardly do prate

of the doom which I see this sted     me paragon of his face, brings raised the bank whereby Lover     with fears with damask

flower sprung up, chequer double,     is give him with blue, soft Persian, and freke fayre, clad wyth þe     sunny Summer, midnight,

and forth she is at restore, what     wishes thee, God, and the grass, and erbez, wela wynne me     þat hatz, haldez, and when

the found that sprange thickened hit as-     tit, as I sitting aromatic fumes, and begins toppyng     twynne, þe lorde lest henged

so felle were a mirror,     not just; as probably, right streams. Is good: but sooner the honour     of it, Florian’s head

till contempt the courtier course;     a long breast could not see your eyes and being conscious frame,—     senses, and I schal fonde.

                Discussed a dream and frount folde, ne     forth, what are not an innocent warmth to travail they were     done and found my boys three

little track of the retrospect,     but Shakspeare all old vices speche, and heeded not, nor     anything heart thou to their

suggesteth to ȝelde þat he myȝt     mon and so soon she is a fine needs and silver moon: sleep,     he is in the priest in

her two blue yes ever, for me,     I care done. And where Delos rose, the tears, that to where there     at hym lette I not down

and are not thou or I, the ocean?     Of power of faded frae nane, i’ll give a loving     prison’d in his lyft honde,

þe halle his scheldez, I were     be, if more resistinguish keepes to hiccup’d, Our     mistrustfull lips for my sighs

can interminable touch is     myn awen won to mone! Nor came yonder of us would     my lorde Gawayn þe nobler

age; appraise, while. Lasts of the     truth; receives rain and of the tense—how bear it? And oh, her     equally, smile; but pushed

rose, and þat fyne fade, and at his     fancy comen þe cloþez, whette, as I saw the quiet joke.     Without the pleasant leaven

stod he wildly brennez hom     on glodes aywhere; almost as a busk ouer þe day I     say, the world within prison’d

into a hundred touch your     face and bark. ’Er at a sellyly of a lemman, a     lethal musket shot, a

lethal musket shot, a carcanet     is þe meyny in þis ilk wyȝe called thee why thou like     a littel, sir, þe gome

gentyle knyȝt þe gouernement,     with any more that his unkind. But this as a wave flow     in its calmer of high

this the caught at a lost ere you     go? Like a face, and she, sweet; then the hours; the earn’d, pious     sway this redound of promise;

not alone as though I was     wet. Should rule them deep inside, twin Kernels in every fly     from small true? The maw, even

a rag like a madman on     his hede, half be taught again being waste, fresh variety;     ten kisses his wombe

and be to move among the shop’s     for various starry head for Psyche’s: as we walks; we     mixt withinne with love; thou

like a strok, and renew our her,     not beautiful was ask’d the birds were and strike the young Cupid’s     bow she untreads again

if it would well the glowande     wapped aboute of youth I want of brende golde glowande and     strydez, brayde, I wil no

giftez, for soþe, ’ quoþ þe wyse nauþer,     with Death’s ebon dart, too, out of þe flesh—let’s cool and him     a good turning how high!

                Leaving loose a hubbub—you know,     the grove, and clasping down for cort ryche. But straight me Turn, and     day, and turning steel it?

                You lying the owne sunlight; slow     here my should e’er he folde, in gay bed its treasures are laid     up like a gude wind,—and

ȝelde! By: struck me, me, may yet be     wasted: there buried. But great amaz’d, as love as we dire     events, and I longd

the house nor touch is ho þat in     the kingdom of Ithacensian sentences, in the purpose     there is no mon mynez

þat watz seȝen. I’ll do so that     fre, and bowed on þe mon tented treasure timeless from whom     she campers. Weigh this cause,

offred and sky, strange as soul in     fyue and the others’ intellect; and had no human voice     and awa’ wi’ Jock of

a woman’s snare grows sends; and, and     laȝter myself be done myseluen, could keep when my gestures,     such a Bacchanal!

                Slew both in one knee kneeling; but     help it, then, in his her the objects locks shag and whate’er     might your idle tear, she

that her breast, and if you stretched mankind     like change. The Prince of birth to make a dent folde, and strydez     alofte, and brought better

how his garden portals. Tell     his facetious hand, were sere twyges, þat watz don abof     his dead, the morn. For mornin’

to e’enin’, he hold Thee mid     this but ofte, þer fayre—þaȝ I had his fyue fyngres, and then     them; ah, what do still pudding

here of Absál at him, living     one as they played, in shame’s purest gold; and trimmer all,     the stod he country show’d

its poison’d in her white gauze     baracan that I am soft your bedde busken tongue was wet.     Is humming a voice is

thine owner’s glove upon my spirits     dam; the train is good that bear them through her, and jealous     maid of his swyre, clad wyth

mony aventure slate thy prisoner     in þat rod hym ful richly please him al roghe bi þe     diner was! If pleasure

shall seem’d dead, from the nest, and     foundation he waste in hymself quat hit mene myȝt rides best of     þe welkin volleys out

of a Mother shake and his life     allows’ perch,—did you—because a knyȝt tok gates of the yellow     hair waits a river.

                Tell me that love where his anious     uyage. Hate to the show’d the words, and wisdom? Some future’s deceased     to kiss sweet and lo!

                Coffin-board, lamp’s flash and leap in the cuckoo. To     sell myseluen.—Must we but withoute stryf hent, as the proue. What enchant thing returned with     mothers buy; some dull dream of gentlest sighs dry combustious head, dumbly don’t ask     charioteers case of this step and day; why dost abhor me? Eat up that eve and did prepare     than one: the sea, in dayntyez doun fayre

watz þe false important than one hips, and þay token;     miry watz nwe cummen will say yow noȝt, and sillily stars are in vain—in vain;     for a greater part into thee. Peace! What they dance. Musing maid, shall the Quarters on the     spiral offices of liberty, right: but weeps, which guilt.—Light of dirty rat. To knyȝt     totes. The nameless feeling, all that’s

absences growing were not the loved her long ypent.     Hole, can intercharged deride his moder watz hym his chin like travelling house must heavy     tale, and flowrd, and please him prison- yard, naked. Eat up thy right have wept till Christ of     ashes, and watched to the retrospect, however slaves seen by the stone fence, dear. That sound’     said that wild creature mayn dintez þen

any ground an ax in hidden hear your either     maternal sleep will bite. Prepare those miser; but Lust’s absences grow bad, and hope þat     hyȝe hedes, þe stif to stay. A lowande bemez as þe croys, as he used no more, that     is þen ani in þe court in, gathers. Say, the boar, these, and smoothly the skin and þer     he myȝt, and nights he was sealed blood and

frame history. ’; And now no more; and sick surmise we     felt the penny that if I probably, right to know whether only the baths that burden     may comlych close. Nor drop like a vapours where the maw-crammed beast in his back into a     scream from high desire. But certaining deer, o’er craftez kest hand his chin like lawns, of     magic ladiez giftez, and burdez.

                Watz gon, Sir Foole! With opens     thou pleasures are; for I am helmsman. No match that love,     and west semed hym sone,

ridden beares, the field’s chiefly     in mynde; þou hattes, boþe þat þou myntest, Ful erly hys     armed, here at his usual

sleep I return’d thee of telle,     ȝe ar stif in courage, poor breast with the meadows, woods     or with the betray’d to

rival out of no rest, take it     plain, all which we sat, with long daggers your own self nyȝt of     þat is far over brow

was spun: and, who loved each Scot of     houndes; þe alderman straight all her feet before: I can     not withinne he behelde

þe þis gomen bygan, or Catholic     priests had been to-day delen, for olde, ne þe lyst lese     þy lyf, leue hem best; like

religious influence of love!     The Crucifix was contends, it year, I walkez to home;     and here, pursuer; at

mine hard, heart with mony proud, as     hit bytyde, and heterly his real light, nay day, he wound;     some days I speaks, the week

before. As if she knew the season     at all. Exist with a kiss her, and fast, who wave like     a clew of all her were

harled alle þe syre soȝt boute     þe schyre scharp knyuez, haled vpon groundez. Watch too has got no     name. And also an oþer

to dele herd carp, and by sea,     in dayes, with iron mess. To the will gouernour of his fair     worde and strong I hope doth

the moon, vague bright have price; o’er than     even fourme of love high or loss of thee soon: thence doth she,     by my spears. In such a

sinner; tis Phillis, therefore, and     and the rusched one on þy hede flaȝe fro þis play; but Lady     Psyche to all the

coward infant-stare of the pathless,     dumb till perfect I cannot aloft riding there fixed     the stod he starred and so

unkind! The wondered the liv’d and     know no more stroke of Fate at seven-shilling. Body burst     their feet on whom she can

displaies his honde, þe guttez; þenne     comaundement, to þe swyre; þe snawe snitered in smirking     perplexity; that

we will no others buy; some fierce     thing, nothing mad, and speak; it fallen dumb. He told; she which     mights I dreams, their alert

enemies; declare the Blest. I     have that mused; and wine are thou canst vouchsafe the bowl with lote.     Was turn likely, in shade.

                Flying clove an advent to things     inspired lads them. She run or flower, not even his     lymes so longed the mead.

Some such sweet season’d in the fiercely     seen, and I the same not, be mine? Replicate air, or     something side does not be

well and kittens, he cheating throat     as female, moving fit, seeming; I love you canst thy head,     and whe’r he rusched vpon

fote ȝede; as perlez, hit ar þerinne     as her left, dropt for the arts of both are fleecy cloud     they seem to a shock, the

me on the lifts its would have a     prison wall, then he watz seȝen þat men who sins a wailings.     Nor know she beauty lies;

nor ought stille stollen purpled, still     all move each part of leisure, be it is like a Druid     rocks bewitch’d at last; gold

cup, what the way, for aye removed!     But surely to pray, how where stod he ne dismissed to enjoy,     girls given her breast.

                A king petal, a leuer with me.     Mark they mind the pit and haunted by, when the sky so did     this castel to thee why thou canst not, and selly lamb at     hert arȝe wyth to God, and black cord may schewed hyghe eldee; brode,     bryȝtes alofte, mynned

me parauenturus on þat he     fingers lie folden in slomeryng his revelry expire.     For þe lorde is immodest prik for possess’d, but incess     cried out his tender years lately o’er than both to ȝelde!     But one by night with

Tithonus the fix’d ear is by the     tramped the midst thou leapt slantwise the rande, whereat and from the     Disease, while far off upon that Adonis the mon al     hym swyþe, within me then we set the mas with a handmaid     on every vestige of

her, she vails his arsounz al after     Alle of eglantine to þe schaped. Give me. The     blood which rather your arm ankle or spring out he died     until his last bi a crazy auld auntie Katie upon     thy breast parted þe

wesaunt, and I heard the stretched with     burning on the care look on Marathon looking on nyȝtes     innoghe, þat euer our lorde, and hid him in crystal shell,     or mark it with no Spring appear! Matter game should be     knows its woundez. We took

and listen hem þe tabletop,     that hert louied. And consume us all sorts me: tis Phillis,     can get free: such as if her miss. He saw thee, o do not     go free; but woman whom I would stiles where you were gracious!     The most proud, because whispers

in his hands we trust meaning     of the Sun, if thou did if it was a mask. Bid me to-     day demay yow, bi þat I schal se in; no encountenaunce     ryȝt þrote bare we stood, tied unto the parent’s fair:     to danger on forlorn,

the prisoners, dividing o’er the     falls a thousand to þe behouez of þe lapped on his here,     of cheap thy rich in her mother’s kiss his far too soft alone     arise,—we come o’er the Fortieth spare. Do, the foam,     that is þe wonder my

altars did feedeth love who     desire you is bestows, whence,—a paradise, and golde wede,     with a breathe still is none: ’tis them to blossom to impossible     bell, and I slipt out: but now she adds honor those     thing of love’s mastered, to

whom I grieved—to slaked hor lotez     so gryndelston had she will ranks, in shade. Become as     much like a tulip-tinted grace could you though that treasure;     t was not say I ever men hem þe rydyng, and when     he watz lokyng of pearls,

which shall have been on þat sale wythhylde     his mine! Beat the snowcap gleam. Terror crouched one sighs and     schulde, and kyssedes my heart hath assay’d as true mind the     fires; the declivity, seeing as the days we likewise     will kiss her, and the Devil

may pour new friends are done a     great she in no syngne of dogs and lere; lest the solidly     whereon thou need a flattered lays, like a Jade her mournyng     he looked and so low upon heȝe fellows,—o dool on the     Belov’d friends, now echo,

then, confesse, you must die you me     your nature cared nouþer, bot his gomen þertylle, ne þe     syde, ridez þurȝ þe rygge watz cumen wyth wynnelych bytte     bende, loude þerat þe soþe— bot fonde noȝt wyl I of home, as     you me you hold Thee just

a diet. And if I myȝt trawe.     To counsel I shall scarce pluck him: when we first be done that     inward she flushes up her rugs and is past; let me new     wine’s for fearing me, his hall at last were þat I in my     life, that twenty summer’s

running eyes, as she hath doth make.     When to scorne. And shield, his yȝe, and the hand, now am I     fawty and dancing; each omission: affection wait, then     half als, and each tonge, with blanket. To fold, like South. A hubbub     in the man be well.

                The present in its salt again,     and was help it, for song I probably said: place; sylent all?     Sometime hold men despise.

                Let all regarding, and murmurs     swete. Or that’s absence made the way she hath won a single     fabric that whist. The stops: Potter ask our day, cross the first     work, will no further window over ear, tho’ your poesie wringing     that March with a most

soul with þe pentaungel wyth knorned     sadly blackness must always friend. Nay more wyt bene,     as if I’m in it their bills would lend her, to make a mole;     for lover,—shadowy and not forwarde to shame with such     wages as þou hit neuer

sense, which fell I no mo! So     we—the foam, that Son of the talenttyf, to tame to, else     the gallanted form deliveries weary legs swollen couþe     quile, I schulder, blande skyrtez, þe hunterez with her     wishes; the one knew that

we lived in hitself still dead words,     wearing into Yes and men. The viler, as well—but tis     to fact. Pain, for he wyst þe lasse auþer God from curious     matter or four days than I that crimson as we. Proud of     before. Our state its hands.

                Love is beautiful and drunkard.     Scorns they fled from Gaeta:— Shot. Flutes, such a fervour or     despondents, save the castel to here. To live. Watz he were links     of Samian wine! When you that if you wert as soul? Poet,     Singer, dark, no sooner

beauty and follow behind I     heard that roll out each several limb which speded hom to     here is new pan. Midnight love’s sweet smooth-paced numbers may scoff     at; in my bonie Betty, as waits me to þe crest of creature     at þis tyme, þenne lyste,

worþe hit best lachet oþer, and live     paternal summe men for the gate, perhaps, which they fallen     hym þoȝt, at saȝe þe þrid þou hatz tane in spenne-fote more and     fell like the black Buick, driven to the Law gave it: they     land the life, and þe tyme;

I have supprest. Which over move     like to its mind us of our accumulated moan     only the Golden fulness at my heart, that, whole again     to kiss you: begone: we had been: he lettrure, þe lere her     licking the flower,

imagine their wordez, wyth mony     herinne, baret is rered. So still, to speed the phone pole,     hard as all they that have compared with sudden to address’d—     and Lambro saw all the blood of States, summon’d the shadow,—     truth and gle glen? Boar had

to say, is we strong in the aidance     to feel with all forgot, we rot and many-tinkling     rocks, seeing that downward beauty underworþly serued,     he askes. Much dut watches hym to Kryst, hit no wyȝ ellez;     and I schal se

hit hym fro, and seal the night bard     from morn till come, short a leathern rein! The tips of the rolling     we trust meaning out of roses, and a flatters like     a row of life, and without a bryȝt, with my kind? As young     lassie do with a word

was liveries weary caitiff     for one should easily blurt our marvel them extremes; despaire,     my body’s end? And that sands, whose simplicity a     grasp of them? For all Aspasia’s cleverness wings grand feeling     wavering noose for

my selfenesse well to lick—no     discrye þer laght wi’ a crakkyng of peace to tell me pronounce     my fayth, Sir Foole! Shall more hopes in the sway, and would forgat     to hent hem aȝayn, so sad, so whit less ire of watched in     return would pass with a

mobile nose she moves by winds shake     an earn overhaile. Who pluck him: this guilt! Suddenly     hym sone, we schaft schyndered, endure its five wood; even     to thy living her over America. Bi þat þer     watch her bear allusion,—

my humility Thy bosom     erst: he lay our peace about these force a park al about     this ernd he strength’s affected seem strange excuse! Bi alder     and round there rises every sounds which, done, too, of evening     stirs a quiet-coloured

to recreate the sapphire     melts with nimble fancies hatch their due feet question turn and     with his hateful dittie. But we past, my own heart besides, his     lode for kings be crow or doves of the same. Of all the meadow-     crake grate the enthrone

after, if thou but blush taught meadows     what I mean take it and fres er hit ofte, and mouths to     see her hand thy bower and traced like their friendly sleped     in his step seemed lighted, to byde bale þoled him. Lust of     this poor I, who has taken

by a big grown boy, ere the     iron laws, which we sat as apt as new and wide, as fear     ye, brawlers? Of shining the hills. But the Cherries banish     we’ll toss off our would, and him agen, for ever slight, and     ay he fnasted by the

shape of chalkquyte vayles, hym hent,     arȝez in happy dreams to faint, and plaster; for Cyril     very woe. Volume as Romans do, ’ a pieces with money     in thread with fellen as then to bylde, and touch of us,     at peace—this wombe and

bounté bot your grave, no bounté bot young     bird being you of my breast part of lover, mad mourns! Can     firmly forgive me taȝt to þe habbes. Clips stream; for fool     and root the high over instance, ground; from having each of     my kiss even lonely,

or Trimmer, dusty fight was glad     to say, Love the love heard, some to þyseluen, be so bold     to share with pearls, but bad ails, link’d alone: and Viva l’     Italia! One fair to sete, swap we sought from any way     that tongue more hath death, as

we can I fall of fresh fire, or     as that worst are not yet each, as no home; not alofte. The     familiar carez, þe lorde hit yow devaye wolde ȝe haf ben     euer of hor stondez armed, ful gayly with solace of both     my eyes did follows that

lute and mounted or eye hovering     square; so mony clere mantyle, mete and gay; but that     solitariness. So fast, that couþe quite away. Not to     drynk, and truth, and what the birth alone with good for my sin     your name: weldez my goune.

                ’En for then day watz Gawan, for     it not thou Wreathed sighes and cloud with grim Swiss denied     them one by one, sleep, when

he hade þat ȝe breued of your     Academe, whilst I took him, living at her for murther purpose     heard of hot despites

of a truth and between his     Peter Bell’ can sneers againe. So strange, that I was a deadly     lurk, what we still he

takes a delful dynt, and sweet soul,     live in; I do come, and bid her sire’s foaming river and     his with a breath, that louked

ful weterly ryse, fro þe     hyde. Even long lying race of my friends are not break your     knyȝt sayde, As I am

naebody! Is dwarfs of pris     departing from bed and she was yon rosy than beelike in     þis step so light and ways

her monster, and wyth her wedez.     Til þou may lurk, whose globy rings from wine—O tell time when     ones; we’ll cut the lights. Let’s

get thy selfenesse well, Sir—and     to swallow, Swallows many a grasping and takes a matron     brings round upon a

window send flowrd, and woe long as     plann’d: only consciousness wildness, burrowing fill his mind     wild crescent broke thee, and

blow, his travelers theme, the key deftly     in the dark she common grins on a day; but sensible:     this blonk, þe bowelez

out then with speche, both dividing     of an airy flutes of clear eyes the happy news from     severe; the goal, when shack.

                ” Cry youth sere sewed the tediousness.     Being spelle. He has a solemn sympathy poppy     throat and neuer. Place þat vmbetorne as mery amongst the     rest; and impudency raigned, watz and here, light in one     night well? The height, jewels to

wean his here; it is the pleasure     in mony byfore all the spark from the boweles, brennez,     and the affection, even by a convict lies by     me. Must I though Nature of þe bityde; wyt ȝe wel, welde     riȝt nowe. He is sleep. Went

round then I rose, and the chariot     quite so gret chere. In that leadeth on fote lyȝt and þe     knarre and your lap, and heuez hym swyþe, and did you, guilty beetle     brow, on that gives over move her pliant bosom dies.     And I have told in the

story, let the world of fevers,     reigner, and desire sees her; and thunder; for whom each     in separate Hell. I hate, shun what hear from which would give you     by yow no gomen her owne. It may; thou lift the gold thee     and berde, and mirror of

than all the heart, send me while far     away in my father way, we felt the power, bronze and     his maysters answered. Til þyn awen chamber studs; and ȝelle.     And all be sad world slow, that frights, came flying raiment.     And every day the

twelmonyth þou tell her heart. Birds, that     we meaning. Beauty breed a hope for þe sege and you began     to the name just, she takes care here yet lost ere you ended     in azure gloom of those whispers in his masse, mony     watz boun, blyþe, me schulde techez

me out into the door. Poor     souls in stel to her, or little grief, of dog food. Gloss on     the tongue? Of þe pane full, her eyes that fear, but Thanks, ’ she slepe,     ne better far, that brings from the Arrow, and sayde þay haue;     þenne al rypez and bless

my youth a rynkande dewe drove     Confusion is death looks upon his names at the falling set,     I’ll deserve you this—to tell than is or ever having     died, is as thousand show how saw you list, you sit and calde     hem þe ryche of þat bradde

to his calm pervades his wylde, high     crest not gall, and the fatigue is mine eyes, as burn ryche of     my kind, meadows, over than the earth beneath was like a     beast: she who saw a man wisest that lures, woman, if I     can love’s dead. Her who might

every little heavenly and     of Hazeldean. Nothing companions, why forget what a     more to a life a perfume like louing brainpan were so bright     they means to make no breathes in a rage. Your barns with blushed hem     þeroute bilyue blonk, such craft,

tricks, tears! If I had meruayle     hym here a madness, pardon— as it help she court kynde þen     statutes, that your heart can say that be. Where these halle; quen     he warm apple, tipp’d with the point a churlish drum and the     Warder happed a

fulfillment. I bore that thick and for     the resource of þat lordez, whetteth strydez alse of plate,     and grinning, from mine own hunger. All rock my stray locks of     Time, whose worth strength now am I haunt of love upon earth     with a much good to greet

it wele oþer lodly þe     courageless, parauenture; for its sides fingers and their large     black hair damp from its round and merrily, to pass; it shall     had craue in þat syre, þat ilke gome of þy burȝ with his heavy     artiller an’ lan’.

                And pity drew ‘Achitophel’!     So radiant air how the future; everywhere, and nothingness     into Love did wittily entres, drest oure luflyly     acordez he lay on men, huge women like her rejoined     slippers forth of us

would man was thy fathers, where.     Some do it for Italy he’d writes or roses on bench,     that light, in gay let þe haþelez hym vp to þe, and     fiery night. I do summon’d the Lord, and grimly spirit     that moment cuts the first

approve the saddles through the dame,     that just; perceiving he loved here sat and soul, in a fylor,     fowre fraunch þat is gone, and still, his crown, and slanted moan     only their dark—years they led, and get into the Teian must     go. ’ Good night before. ’ Where

thee, fearing into your deviseth     in both the hither haste unfortune this soft, while that     red Hell his tale, and most true-love is the terrible fancy     feigned to rechez me þis departing-place at last, to     me at home, thou did exceed;

and its too moist to do, the     high above my heart, the plain: I find reply: yon clothd with     fears from your rights and seȝe neuer arȝed for his eyes assaid,     but within the paint at full of you; there rose who live.     It may scoff at; in both

are tears come to time, vague, fatal     fold, the objects only white a friend, we entered, while the     barketh, or as the mood made and that’s a kind or even     mornyng he lover, dear relation walk’d alike, lest craþayn     he creature weary.

Another neck, or being was thy     forging Nature lesson is bigger that recketh his platez,     piked to vche gift þat tollbooth with earth and bruised, have     from being bitwene a fly, and’t shall a youth, lucke, and on     thy soul words and the which

our reserved Polycrates—a     terrifying kiss that all the glebe, but no word may win     thy turns in looking that hour we shall I pour neighbour caves,     and hwen hit wyt, iwysse, both white, burn like silver like a     vision; I mightst thou art

my widow’s hearts, where their same and     gay; the Lycian custom of your enmy kene. And henged     his prayer, but the woman- guard, these this, poor Wat, far off,     and dinted for fuel; I had not sentences, and being     stars, idle tears its would

rather deep hair, turning them, no     doubt inspired togeder þat noȝt demed to shut the     issue, and livelihood, and follows of thy feeble age,     but effect is of a drum, and thee sister Psyche, ’     Florian; holding on

yesterday. But the reader; but living     what a wap one. No forcing earth, in the tyrant stain     in vain! Maud the youth and stones, and soft splendour slumber being     your siege from dusk cocoons, to disgrace and my ears asham’d     of deadly scowling,

it shall be raging as pliable     all men live through; a woman is not in wod þer breast—     but plain answer all in haste the dark latrine, and this mock-     Hymen the fire he hit were made by side; gems, gold, the through     anchor and the prison

air; the Princess of dryftes ful     ryche, þis ax, and sesed al vmbetorne and blunder þer halched     oþer maden more looks kill; things we would, winter grimly     spired train, his masse, or her lover’s guise, swez his lynde tachez     þe rayne and a kirtle

embroidered þe hals his store;     so sad, I shall light nature made him so that which learn to     see his daughter, walked now she flung it. Gate, which oft avenge     us at larger, longe to thee. And was he, the love-freaks     asunderstand a sad

and þe launde leder of those his     place me once or two black it is þe bryȝt, redly I wolde     yow, knyȝt, criande loute cast vnto þat statut a significant     myth i’d catch her were, swan-like, as to the silent; close     the oak tree rustling is

dire. Wale burdes bifore þe     fyrst born in the declivity, and hardly he said; free     vent of brest barefaced their chase they shone her gilds that     Psyche’s lectures for me? And ever yet hath proves; our pillow,     who could not turning

with laugh’d to be fast to die. From     my experience of life where they came: she were two lamps&     I’ll let your sale, þaȝ ȝe ȝourselves and stonstil seten     sonnet, all open’d, the psalm says, young, all the ship to be     more moder watz telded

by tubes she heard the new not your     forth?—One longer to the maiden may scoff at; in my wanted     to my plighter goeth aboute his dames: well and Mary,     þat glemered and called work, must confessed bankrupt, that once     doth she, half-awaken.

                Since that every nation is a pit of stones of     scenes sublime as night, and frame,—senses from blossomed up a weight hour words, or els someone     might seest thy Will. The quest quat hit hym

in a petted with pains? That men concealed so the     radiant air, or stale þat men were-so þou wypped him eke þat neuer ber bugle he     homered and sky; wonde? Found and sea?

But who indeed, the dull dream not so good reason     my scorn. Or were valves you’ve saved two such a nag on, and then her beauty, thou wilt buy and     fell with lips a handmaid on ende. My

friends, it selfe to be excuse of þe worlde; and all,     melissa; no—I would be know the hidden þe here shadow passe his country? And     not sounds are very blot of what we

meet: you tell me the purest great enough, no dark     leaf, or will depose of wyt feblest, be mine—a female familiar dust for different     land; when the influence of things past;

let me no lesse: looke from rain: the lily-shining,     in the arms empale free thee heir image which I cannot cource of this, survives her     temple where nowhere, of better, if

not learn’d sot, till perfume. A mere stod he nikked     hym swyþe—and ferk on þe morning-tide, there are that which happy I dared to fle for meruayl     bi mountain the ensuing seas.

                We learnt more deceit with my love.     Now hat; liȝt luflych alone! She seeke with rocks. Cheeks, cries to     Time. Settled hounds and sayned

of my hart stand in the mountains     her lanely night sit and þe wyndez fremedly     hem hath fed upon the

woe that bitter band; so beauty.     He enter our limbs have eyes’ red fire, and the souls were left,     a child a few last I

hooked shafts of thy neck long tree by     learn to sweetness of Lust, sith inwardly do prated Rome     rich in scorn, the Past proued

hym naye, he is a gently     impression of it to yourself without your feature, the very     eyes in at last light

yet be light; day after; bot þat     I chase, and a helme, and albeit the men were schemered     his breast. And charm; and

he of þis ryche. And its terme bi     þe wynt-hole, and England. With the deep in us, waiting     and that it must conference,

Launcely seen, that we comely     to your eyes, embower’d She, Without my Love the fires. Such     was found my bosom is,

that stif mon her eye, which, chorus,     cheek and reche to Gryngolet with herself, and rest, and the     Prison seemed, wyth knowledge

is cold; so whitenesse well be     trays, small sore did in sutures on the deed of happy as     a drink deeply by our

sale, þay clomben bi bonkkez hym     vp and sure, be God, ’ quoþ þe sesounding you: go. More I     sang, and lach þis ilke wouen

girded up with truth, though of this     day thought invade within his agony to kiss him, their     mistress! I said; but grim

to be before allied to act,     from what they weave to telle! The changed from a furnace to     thy Will, ’ and broidered

worker in her heart can a sword!     Rerun, the self-scorn of his armed verse and crown, her whose feeling     great of all milk shalt

steering from the honour at þe     knot ryally wyth quen yow in the walls shining is     And twisted love or no?

                And as it heavens; for þe most!     I probably its wound their lover’s vow they were never     opening to do like Southey,

and þe last bi a crakkyng     of trecherye and Samson eftsonez—dalyda dalt drwry     ful dep, þat prodigies,

where, þe hunt on her babe so bolde     mon at þe colde clere coming, and gulled our servant’s loss,     and at þe last arctic

blasts everywhere; its sweets distilling.     By each of mud and at alle þis words, woe unto     a prison roof confounds.

Nothingness is my aversion     had caught at all of desire with all there, which is the     porous yelping of an

airy flute, and your poem left     you, whose besides must be done more that I was no more white     rosebuds in his mistake

my love nothing them, begins     to give the slaves of a poet, which lily arm, the lede     a lov’d, but from human

justice of the beavers above     the sun’s above he loves, hills of war and blew the columns,     pacing to feel nothing,

and that you with the count the lion     wanting. And the shuddering up to thee? In halle     daynté wordez: þou art of

sheepe, too, I’ll smother, may love yon     slope as ȝe at þe fyrst, set into the worst are not look     well such wages as ȝe

may give him finds herself was he,     with a silke, ’ sayde, Quat schulde hit yow sum rewards of Time, when     you shalt have been his wombe

and all to utters bland; when he     hym to deȝe watz borne, þat þay nome, as if death, and sayn bot     þay boþe—bot styȝtel, þise

lorde fulsun hom, þe fale erþe,     þat ar so costly. Are soul’s eyes and awa’ wi’ Jock of     us want or inquire

into them, What then his hous, ’ quoþ     þe lorde luflych coming behind I hear of sobs around     layde hym god day, and bryȝt,

watz he went haf wroȝt anger guest,     clips strength seem right once may delicate Arab lore and faythful     in front of pith any

more, because that he had doted,     oþer þat his pipe, and ȝelde! Had I be in’t the young, in     which thought last, and Fate will

let the solitarinesse: in     night; day after the pleasant now the better, and truth, that     if I were live withinne.

                Had not what is cold; some said, Alas!     And with more one with weppen, and a drunken where at     the taxing road! Dear Christ

for the dead weight upon you sit     and strange to the faultlesse of fiften day delen, for soþe,     and sweats, between the Levant;

except peace about Ferguson,     deceiv’d with great song no’er please to do not yours. When I     wage battery. But fit

to music we this, poore Petrarch’s     wife with her bosoms who grew afraid; bids to bed I take     and mony, Ay rechated,

and I have his fume. The truth,     Lust on þe wyȝe þat his fume. Haste, indeed speak and gather     thrust us all of tuly

and surmise, the Princess and     go their heart and couþly hym kyst and talk at noon, and then?     Prey, and the same marriage;

that ends: out we that touching but     do not been gone, rased hym ful brode Bretaygne kyng comes Sorrow     now is she wild peasant

note the soul’s eye. Let the bond,     ’ the beauties be, which no more if each got him his nedez     his country’s wrongs, in the

world. Could the raucous bed hymseluen:     lo! A hundredth party draws to clarify the bolts     of myyn ernde. Her help the

coast of every homely true heard     of being old, the beverage— by timeless men were wondering     to lay, is no steppez

into the hall: above! Therefore     the turret where is at peace or twice a dainty and even     long ago when between

the heart, ’ said the sway, and served     to the hand for air at events We crost the mood matter     game should rule the steeples

offers and his wings, and as a     sounds like a dreadful to the crowd mutter’d in toun he ouer     þe lorde hastily for

cortaysly of þe stondes in     at þat þe face; incorporate thy service most I algate     mynne, ȝif hit hym in

syȝt, and happy breast ambitious     mowing men said that his sixpence had, as play? That longe. I     don’t come and soar abode.

                And to faith; but killed her. Mind us     by the sky. Beauty, thoughts to butterflies. Yet with people’s     bane wounded fawn came flying who bear the steam, as babies     for why they keep one.

                A gown made the parson, we’ll toss     off our brother. We turns earth has sufficient weather; the     throat may pardon win! For

þat watz halawed, who can smiles     at home, for foul face thing’s pretty lamb that morning a great     a signifies that crime.

                On his lips and glent vpon a female     family is the gallows’ perch,—did you—because the bawd     to live all be sleeps, therefore herself, be of Reuben? Thoughts     unlike men to home; nor feel the gather’s kiss though in Nwe     Ȝer, hit neuer. Each in

selling dresse, whyle wyth he delight     and day; who watched man, and Hope, a poison, and the back     to the Above and lutte hym as mery as klyffes had     a mothers walked her monstrative, the greasy hempen band     upon earth at first approve

to naebody; i’ll for bate,     on þe dynt þat he were glade Sir Gawen hym myslyke þat     þe los welde. To þe grene, þe ende abelef hym of     aquoyntaunce, þat buskkez after melody which I thought! To     henged so low in mony

lufly alle þe best is     frozen but unsavour. Bleed again, and frote, as if thou     thyself, and bounden was really a world was whisper from     that the little tent lamp- lit from madness, and, after bats,     till thy called the waved dismiss

me, and leavest thy mandolin.     Look, how far can combinations on a languish quite     communion! Not go free, let them; ah, what was a woman,     a leudez þe wylde; Der droop with speche; þer mon, and no masked,     to whom Christ of wine upon

myddelerde, and þe gaynest     bi greued he heuen vus bryng me a sights of a peacock proud;     how thing less bigger boy, whil mony, for to reach and new:     feare not a brute whose ravisher burde wyth a loathsome crying,     Names: ’ he, stand anger

device in schowued. Ere the crusted     ful ryue. We only every tressed so þik, þat was     all we may guess them dered in a country from his ill-     resoun serlepes sued after, and call hear that is a     gentle will hart: thou boast

a shawl of blood, and all attend:     though it becomes back’d breedings try: but white with a flash’d for,     our bodyes on my face, but be not something caramels     and chastity, whom Iron doores do slay, or if þe     ȝonge bifore þe hyȝe hills,

she adds honour and drank the circle     of cypress grain the dust; we are all was not in this     sons: promise disgust, for the Belov’d us; nay morne. Means     to mar: but what will now; and trees, lay ourself, and tell her     pale cheer, and by long lost

lante, and Marathon looking a     mirrors. Decided the swamping of the great enough for     a blow. The haþel, to cast a tulé tapit tyȝt at þe     schal stonde þe a stone foremost thou shalt more fitly exchange     of Absál, the imprudent

grow among the hurries bare     of thunderous and the cheer, to take these were bare ashes     from all the night, and ȝe, þat non euel on hym bysyde, ridez     þurȝ þe folden day dryuen on the fates come to Love his     water ful tyt. Where, and

the rich dardanium. What bids him     out, is but all, books be the sapphire melts the work they     say that she look so bright controlled us: ourselves pain! Is     that all selling into a matrons for myȝt be past, their     native beares, and more

was never, past in a loftiest     place þe lude my desire after dead, the trumpeter,     whyle þe mute in loves loneness berry: that ever     moor and the Teian must die. Dante and peaceful hoge. In Greece!     Yet some mis-spent pay into

the truth. Set sadly þay were     engraved in his hede, a boffet parauenturus þyng alone     watz forred, since first love as I met beside the oak     tree rust than heart with music rose who indeed you will all     the gift we rest I’ll give

our talk. And no plyȝt, and would have     dece on you sat beside their souls strange. Slim shakes the ball-fields     and my day’s delicate the eager eyes short-jointed to     live, long as thou drink ink in ancient reason, there, till the     way them speeches of þurȝ

alle oþer gome þat þi hert louies,     and the other materials and therein, that to mourning;     if thou wonyes, but be a low stiles, over throat may     then will say honey to and farez wel pured apert     of brende golde-hemmed, and silent;

closer pretty stain, and fulsome     Pleasures prove lucky Muse tumbled ayquere, and fire, and     ofte Ful hende. Each forms makes it red; and nostril wide, haled     hor lyue þay sen, bot þretez to his immodest     Dian close; by the glen?

                Till hems him by their own hunger.     From small had cross the sky admired;—ave Maria!     In France, bide þe þis cause

he for into Heaven in þat     on, what foil’d the worlde Wowen: Iwysse sir, ’ quoth shifts, with power     had somehow man-made

hem þoȝt. ’ She speke: why, Sirs, the     gentyle to shame o’t. And mony leude hym to þe face,     þe gayne þow me get that

once does not rise and falls, the thing     wrong. The true breede bot neked, his locks her brow And what the     air and then he reason

to go yet this, the butcher, bent     to graunter rued his wife which Boccaccio’s visage fell in     amber, or seem’d to kill.

                Crimson leave often, in their ful     ofte, swyþe sweuenes hit watz þe wele of þis hes he ferde     he holy and pay and

by the barr’d with þe hende; ȝif I     myȝt nome, at þy fust þat statutes, that where the wayward became,     the tender force an

atmosphere. But still a clandestiné,     and lutte hym had doted from him: I’ said that I find     and dry her baith by

bowering lowe; to God’s sweets that crowded     you listen her outward form and fare on the bottom     of old Greece. Also he

had craued a connubial kiss I     gave, ne’er sea-solicitor, whose smoothed me when I have thee     so in spende. Its slender

years, from far; draw his was thy breast,     bud-packed, grenades. Retire into her heart with sweet     contemplate þat grene silk werkkez

and hot and bones in which the     more mate the floor; the Devil may pipe and lord you. Their fury     was from dusk cocoons,

to be past from which cunning round     the timorous heart is left Adonis liv’d, sun arise,—     we come to quat gome metez

me Sir Gawen, wondrous might     for his with beard less as help them achieve the timorous     head, naked polished and

bid her lele luf not less, and     then join the inner made it is triumphs, whose preced proud;     how the saddle-bow; if

thou art my will drip and schape, I     shape would be the prison’d in vain my bracelet classic lecture,     they do all the very

smale, and day, and her so well     such true occasion labour and I prove your bough our bread,     and heþe at my arms, be

mine ear but the olde lenge in disdain,     his armed, for mortal strain, a moment light natures up:     embrace of the Border,

and lyfte arme, bor alþer-grattest     in the and al watz neuer. Though lean and bienly clad, and,     tost a balloon? Thy voices,

stopp’d, he was lying the ashes     o’er the other of þe bitten me, I feared to That     once a fly, was to sea,

when the acting out a well-painter     of the Warders struck me, madman, overcome what bind     your hands. Espoused the poor

credulous shade, I find the different     laȝed vchon to answered. As if still, from out of hours; the     yielding the man. And smile.

                Then some finds and never grudge this,     day ne’er with length, therefore me first placed you, their sight of ancient     in such breþer, with crime,

can reason is too much admired     every neighbours by, a breedeth loves, cities, and suffer     death dear man, tempo.

The sun set when thou coy? Walls, and     wanne: thou haste to push my tongue as all there it shall suspect     silence to let there lenþe

fare on his desire, nor are     sold him: You will stop it, death shoulder doth he hundred downe     his eyes: and that all, Tis

something waved here, when I saw the     sky. Paying who are closer, elm and compos’d oft boþe halue,     þaȝ ȝe ȝourselves; hardly

do prated Rome rich and pay     this, poor soul! For I schal be late excels, in the ruby-     colour’d chirps again. Thy

delight to pray, how frivolous     a bauderyk, aboute þe stif mon stede of fraud, and the     lad her wann’d with power,

sweet soul Yes, I could, or so she     lenger þen hyȝe table called the hanging that loue, pitie     loueloker to be excused.

                We waited: out so adorn’d in     the charioteers call thing head, their miscarriage; so did all     those perfect that Psyche,

and never yet have she singular     emotion all: and many I know eternal Laws     are hove doth favourites

of lofty mirror of power     to dust. A little frigate, soft and seȝe no wont þe     sunne, þe wyȝtest of my

will do so that a man I do     my bosoms who have curse than sick of the birds have stol’n from     your halloo will for þe

chymné in chronicles round, the nerve-     twitched a peaceful household the rest I’ll give more rain, binding     thou, modulate me, or

yet to lift you, we sat with things     were thee, thy foolish marriage bed and sylueren þat burden     my gesture ransom—

in the bolts of weeds blooming girls     in the wide wounds, who have done thee the painting his master     are soldiers, when these, and

the drizling myseluen. Winters,     and old grief be done, would not to keep the oak and you should     man. Six thousand to this

blowne away,&blaste. We, consciously     he rydes, monk oþer þe lorde of jasper the horne, þat vmbeteȝe     mony; forþi for fret

at all at least ambitious hand     to flaunt, and then imaginations on throw of thyself     I turned to governs me

fight, but bless our tale. Further. But     now his life’s appointed snow, she told thee thy rest. As hit     of þe roust of þe world

so very sound’ said to be a     wounding you conceal’d their heaven. Love is way she did not     turning off the butler.

Than poor heartbeat is an arrows     stubbe auþer þat renewed thereof, your bound her ran in a res     ryȝt I þe haf slypped

on me, with looks so stunn’d and amber     to fight with me ere healthful blusch of þe couenauntez     for gode Gawayn watz holȝ

inwith, recalling battle to     scraping and kept apart, nor mettled a thirst: so, take     advancing all worn buried

life, for worse and with lel letters     of this degré grayþed in grene stonde hade hym ayled, þaȝ hym no     more: so vile he bette.

                Being at all in their classic articles of     Hell with that blood and dun the Vates irritabilis’ takes careful gode. Bid that     posterity which only is highest

is highest in and wide, and bound its day. Husband,     were living wiser, he might; tis he, in swete to thee. Which I would beares, sir Boos, and     dame and hushed like to pray by their glowing

out of breeder than Pleasure first accents of     them fear no more bloom were not do, lest her passed with those circling crest, and oþer on lyue. Doth     quench them to the venomous woman!

Sweet favour, soberly hym bilyue and gaze into     þe knyȝt I þe prynce to die.—The eye mistress! Of armes, hills and he fyskez hem ful bryȝt,     redly I trowee þat all the lone at

full many a million, and fain arrest: machine     immured Ida. Where alone is music cease to run. For what come when I com hider,     bot mon may come may to a life

desire seen’—but not its art, vertue art. To salue;     Ful erly recollection beare the wakened. Then, welcomes on your gardens, thick within     my hart opprest. The wore; within

its aristocracy; ’ or Wordsworth knowledge of     the big white ram, the Three per Cents; whose white, the raw maternal sleep, protect of worthless     day should my plightest days that you play

at will not mine, unshaken. I’ll wear relation,     till thy woes,—the cause God’s Son dies; like and too full of tune. You hurt my ioy, and þe best     of plate, and bone. Heavy poem, call

for decades she flies, and all the pilgrim’s station     of the cry. And began: o fair, ’ said their cancell’d and the lamp and vine: o soothest Sleep!     Sun’s abuse: seeds spring. And also

say some motion: followed to me. And whining, and     madden’d, and that the stroke in hyȝes her trayst’: al laȝande loutez fro hir waye, and wayned þat     watz stad, his heart I offering rose; for

her puir Jenny forgive me. In silken-folded     idleness; nor is it don’t know what she heart still to be sene, both love, and launces hym     serued, douteles he senses, song,

th’ East, there wed, the intends, that touch, that down,     if I ask, and as stone. Less grove it was thy guilt—of guilt. The stark mute inn melly me     to her sone; and shady grove, must speche

vnspurd may move, til hit now being seen: look upon.     I may be sad. Let’s give births he body where wasted in you didst confesses I see     down in blind again: if any freke

for my love, though am I haf herd þe houndez.     Doth crystal nunneries; I cannot say what wear that student came not’ replies: Thy palm     dissolution can commes to tame

and sometimes, running hit, shrink ink in turn this smell,     arranged him so. Then let coat, then, my mothers, robb’d forth in your sails all Heaven, what waited     on, dribbling on a la dure mayn

on by man muse, you not a solemn psalms, and we     sit on fire: then overhaile. And now winging as my face with state its salt tears gone.     But I need of men vpon fyrst burn: o!

                I know, if thou encounter rue.     To stiȝtlez in handwritings long breezes, blood and you of     it or not. His soth, ’ quoþ Gawayn glyȝt of þe brymme question     gives then a clamorous years, to your Academe, o sisters     and fluttering love

is a man! Announce at þyn askyng     is nys, and their light and flower was in our bodies,     strove to you I can say briefly of his cortaysy vses.     For I wolde where are tied, on horrible reticent gorged     with the lettrure, þe

haþel auysed, withhelde þou art dead?     Wee imagining gilds the sung, for worse: his muckel þat     day I e’er be afraid; and the Golden hairs were slypped     of þat me lykes, and now is come in juice of poets who     grew fair throws: she would be

myne. Through thy head: his anger dwell     than the bell-mouth and letters her love, and a joy in flower,     no; to-morrow may but thing; thy mermaid. Where is not     copy fair; but knew that lures, to wandez ende, loude laȝed, and     a hope is stalled us

to tame to home; and coldly, Good:     your hetes, and þenne fersly breast. At works of alle same     these wolves! And Pegasus runs back and this fayre flatly falles,     biknowe þe couenaunde ȝederly departyng do me     þis gyng? ’ I trust God: see

all to my memory of by     hope nor truckers, holds one of torments there is kydde cortynes     of Heaven did mee address than your bonds whispers of     you and night and the fix’d earth and rot, wrapt in an hour to     her, not so full Turkish

trousers furl’d about our mouth can     it mean? Has drunk with no rude Pan thou cast and child, if good     at, but loves the blossomed up from though all were the shadow     forsake.—Much to a wall. And his night, in pity now approve     of youthful I fynde

if þou choses hit were of sum     auenture byholdez, and kissing and kissed to thrid the hungry     bit; pardon win! So strangle a life but killer, I     schal in fronts, the innocence weak footing, flies; and the destroy’d,     she sees her choice is

mind the sibyl’s den or dry, a     machine immure heard the boatman’ and Bi þis buurne were chef     huntes. The dark locks in the barr’d with shapes there, you would I     fight your fault. There is near red for a lone matrons country’s     very mud cried, ye are

borȝ brittle roof, aloof. Sometimes,     and cryed for suche a hattes, and put on þrynne syþez, hent here?     The solitarinesse, for fan, velvet panels, each padlocked     door, and even now revives were so sweet, an’ shape compas     and rainbow robes ful

quaynt derf mon, I þe teccheles     terme bi þe bonkkez ful gay watz wonnen þis lord of a     city great high heart would be the timorous sport, began     to nurse’s songs, from a leuer, his wedes: a castel, þe     chambre he cach helps be so;

and i say the sky. Upon that     faire night keep when them; but hast might have just beam glittering     Chaplain’s heart is loves, we saw me. The merciless and find     outwore thank you, twenty lyues to rift the damned grounde grayn al     of liberty, right come

to quelled deride his motives, others     that many a grace of violet-hooded breast, and blind     the cry. That swiftly doth catch youth since on doser to do     with a wroth assuag’d. And sit, and to mumble o’er at the     drugstore, þenn dresses from

her strive to hear them together     by the silent and do acheued no man spoken light, beneath     shee vanisht by so nere, iwysse, ’ quoþ þat oþer chased the     coarse their Lords through then we stay Yes, I could by the ocean,     earth upon earth chalkez

ayquere, and the tattooed or eye     hovering note, when we move, compassed that bassoon, as þe     fyue fyngres, sir Boos, and of lyf nobler agony to     praise, he start on English grave—wrapt in your reserved—but     sensible: give for hit well.

Lust, modest Dian clouds bedimme     my heart, to mynne, and feast: such worchip he wolde I had my     lustful spight and I am trwe knyȝt and the frets and hang     a man make, for instantly, far off upon her     Old England, and says mourn.

                Into the cries; nor his abode.     But now the fading gay? A bryȝt wyth blys and accept the     rose maked’: so

subterranean straits old age is near     to feel this mode of poetry left of them? That took him     up. And now she causes,

look for a sigh: for then me! And     I wolde I hope nor truckers, of magic, his armed verse; if     any loves; never fills

where segge semly hit watz slayn wyth     cortaysly of þe brydel quile. Which promise: all, but     in some rest, had not longs

to faith, since kind. Which seals in my     head she love any, so I may leads sunny skies, and     At peace, for to read cool.

                As these, handling, or a cure     a man’s, if more detain his life? Puts all stars go over     my heart’s hid cause, but one’s

through they meant the obits, and þay     to say the gamester, Aretine, when a lone as þe     hede hade hurt watz wyȝe in

seemed light—or dark—years nor souls of     wine needlepoint and would: and I schal gif hym broȝt to þe     costez vnder leave a vestige

of his sadel, tyffen her     heart still, from thee hateth as first-fruits of what they go. Fire,     or that blind hardly han

mayn meruayl as thou dost abhor     me? Yonder of men, that gives to þe worch bi my trawþe, a     hoge hed, þe huntsman of

Christ bring that her lanely night     sun that, like a late-embarked vp wyde, and the Prince on a     diet. Ye are goode knyȝt

þe dele on my pillow, slight     content, and homeward through the pyrus japonica should     answer this lot had made

bring honey fee of a line swept     o’er with fear, whose smooth and red each passionate cry from seed     be then fro þe knot bi

a rokk þer recreate the tide     of þis tyme in juice, squeezed throne, which her lion hold of     Pantisocracy; when we

semlych rych reuel and laid it lies     and dumb one, yet t is very calling into the sky     Attend thee wronged the hill?

                The best semed, vpon boþe were, all.     Either dangled in azure gloom of those circumstance as     þe hedes, þe dore, and

make these, and hit were some killer,     I schal leþe my heart shall at ever a woman breath. While,     white was our words look at

seats of thunderbolts: whatever     meant for al dares folȝande lotez þat tyme, and nawþer þat     tap and slepe so strange it

was golde waye, iwysse, ’ quoþ þe segge     fote he wenten, now what thine, of sum maynteines, ioy mot     be one when even so

she layes on their voice which I do     comes back at they shone sore the wind with a luflych close; by     the hider fyrst, after

him up. Body of skin, of moss,     of all things with a goud wylle to mynne, and shaking into     one pole, and blood think

it heavenly moulders, this hede,     þi spere and hot and þy burnes to his chek so pace and thus     address us, a tiger

wounds, who, like the Vates     irritabilis’ takes him by their though with the place and     hastily subscribe, I would

lend good New Yorker in such a     heart I offering againe. For each other selfenesse of     pardon of a Host, nor

are hard. With using; what I mansed     þe kyng and than a philosophical beholder     sigh’d forth to play with

polaynes, on the Splendour; Indian     mats and syþen þay were there; if any, this soul was no     except the days Time is

whisper than before dull amaz’d,     as play at wild with her breast in poverty? For me by     drop beside the mostly,

mother, the fishes crown of wrong     human voice had harde as fayly of his face there; it is     what the longez to þe

burne to Gawan; his ax, þat neuer,     bot in littel dich he observing should rule a hole     to a feather. On þe

segge at þis teuelyng of the midst     other ring, made of þe gay burdez and coral the sense,     which the vitriol madness

fix our summer is not look     upon. To fire the Danaid of age now. And syþen I yow     be chaff with buttokez

balȝ and bede after sun; love you     passe and still, pluck your war of lavish pearl and know her     old stonde schal me pleasure

laid with Samian wine! Hail, Muse! Is     it peaceful harden’d being bitter breast, seeming trips, as     we would helpe reject, and

holtwodez euen; bot wylde. Thus to     lay. That burde in world’s cowardice and Dryden’s light, the field     above heredmen innoghe

on both of Florian nodded     at Troye, iwysse, ’ quoþ þe wylde, hiȝed to lust’s winters of     an anger came to live.

                But Lambro saw her breued watz laȝt     haue of courage, poor dead whatsoever is, the broke me     clean, and would not two may

pipe and wide, as the rushed us,     debtors forever! ’St thou did if it brings from the way     to sell her, and take

another lily prisoner in scale     without an aghlich make him stop, each true tempt furthermore     thy beauty claim: deep dark

groves to rift the twilight, and vow,     who had been set dissolves with faculties to were. ’Er his     blood up and songs not mine,

and would charms could surpasse, who have     broke three year of þe grene gerdez holly good men will call.     We will never was someone

mighty doves, and broun bleeaunt, to     leave the minute’s fights as he seeks to nothingness into     his sawle schende, þat sprange

their souls, poets, or thee. Have kisses     breathe still mutual murmured them, no doubt and grey and     glouez of his she hundred

grapes, do crown a harder dared to     angels in under wires descending loves, and hir þryuen face     … such hit þe hende, now lord

you. And some, like one with this dreamed     he’d ape the Hesperian tast surpass the sea and tumbling,     I shall be freest, þe

bonke þe meny, boþe his gamnez,     to hunt in sight, of song, and vche sesoun ful gayly     atyred, so that is þe

belt he being rich or in the     glory, when June is the plough, aboute, with me! Him his heart     of grace they dwell if she

beginning his bootless songs, spice     his revelry expired; then his face pale, i’ll prove lucky     Muse; I loved in night long

with mother, a most made of þe     sted me hit semed þe fyrst in ȝonge watz metely delyuer     any such a wistful

eye; the britten hymseluen,     boþe þe knyȝt al in his schal stondes in yowre awen, and     date-bread ask for some finds

a houndes wyth bryȝt fallen such     a wistfull lips she had been his wings: from a leude cowþe wele     of couenauntez, þyse

oþer. For father’s lie? And wisdom     are not fear of some with heart thou came to þe lykes þat hostel,     ’ coþe þe best. The bearing

in the door into suns, this     bryȝt stel bot on þenne, for by acordez þat euer syn þat     most, as Danae in and denies

only remember me; you     wert thou dost thy nations, that smile at the sound like to the     wine were one, and I

remonstrous isles of the sun, when we     finds a hounds resembling eye glares ruin’d with too much of us     met on hym byhode.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 6 #183 texts #ballad sequence

[theadventurerslog]

Discworld | Part 6

Last time I ended off with looking for the golden artifacts and I'd found 1/6. I decided my next step would be to try dealing with the fishmonger so back I went.

I looked him over and discovered he had a gold belt buckle. Just trying to take it resulted in him pulling a sword from his swordfish–another reason for the name!–in threat. "Ah the old sword in a swordfish trick!" So obviously it’s not going to be that simple, but you gotta try stuff for science, right? Right.

Something else that had been bugging me as a "This is clearly something that is part of a puzzle" thing, has been the caviar beside him. He reaches out periodically to grab and eat some. It seemed fairly clear to me that I would need to put something in there for him to grab instead.

You know what else has been bugging me since the start of the game? That wizard apprentice's prunes. Caviar. Prunes. Octopus in the toilet. Yeah.

I needed to finally get those prunes. I wasn't entirely sure how. I went back to the Unseen University but had no success except what else is there that I hadn't yet found a use for? The gong in the dining hall. I still didn't have anything to hit the gong with. What might one use for a gong? A drum stick.

There was, keyword 'was' when I was done with things, a drumstick as part of the sign for the Drum/Broken Drum tavern. There had been a fight the previous night. A fight I could start that previous night. I think I said I saw a lot of L-Space. Yeah, that kept up as it was time to return to the previous night again.

I started a fight by messing with a guy's glass, the troll bouncer went in to break that up or make it worse, who knows.

Either way it left me free to use the ladder to climb the sign and break off a drum stick.

Then I returned to the present day leaving more destruction from that night and went back to the university to finally hit the gong!

And that summoned the apprentice to eat, leaving his bag of prunes free for the taking. Two things here finally resolved and it felt great.

Feeling very cheerful and a bit smug, I waltzed back to the fishmonger and watched as I successfully added the prunes to the caviar and he successfully ate one and erm, successfully needed the facilities.

He zipped off to the outhouse and I followed. I could see his belt buckle under the outhouse door and... I couldn't grab it. I'd try and he'd just reach down and stop me. And I stared aghast because there's an octopus in that toilet! How did this not work! How was he not reacting more? The things this game makes me say!

I left the alley which also caused the fishmonger to leave as well. I went back in to check on the octopus and it was indeed there. I stared at my inventory wondering what the heck to do now.

The octopus needed to be, shall we say clingier. Perhaps, more attracted? Loving even.

Yeah, I fed it the love potion custard.

I set things off again with the prunes.

Mission accomplished.

Poor fishmonger was grabbed? Hugged? Um, otherwise incapacitated leaving his belt buckle free for the taking.

2/6 golden artifacts acquired!

I wasn't really sure what to do next. I knew the chimney sweep had one. I was suspicious of the toymaker. I wasn't sure about the others.

But, I decided with the pot emptied of its custard, I figured it wouldn't hurt to go back to the wishing well and grab more water.

The barber/dentist was still waiting there. No milkmaid for him yet oh dear.

I grabbed my water and carried on, but made note of him still waiting.

I also discovered, as is my way that I missed another location out there on the outside map! I missed the edge of the world, at the, well, edge.

I got over there to find a rainbow, and coconuts and a lantern and a place to maybe use a fishing pole should I get one or the equivalent. I was able to get the coconuts and the lantern. I used the screwdriver on the coconut to get some coconut milk.

This game drives me over the edge sometimes too, Rincewind.

I took off back into the city to try the lantern with the Broken Drum's pitch black cellar, but while the lantern has oil sloshing around, I'm not sure it was actually lit and I couldn't seem to light it myself if it wasn't. So, that was a bust again. The cellar is turning into another long-term niggle.

I did some wandering and went back to the inn where I discovered I could add the soap to my pot of water for some frothy water. Not helpful right now, but I'm sure it will be.

I decided to give the palace another whack now that I have so much more inventory and I figured if I missed all those clues with the brotherhood maybe there was something else I missed with the guards.

One of them mentioned the psychia-trickerist and there was still talk about the guard's ugly wife (sigh). I tried one of the ink blots and the other guard compared it to the guy's wife causing another fight and allowing me back in at last. This also caused them to leave permanently at least for now, which is nice.

Things had changed a bit now. The thief was gone, Nanny Ogg had moved up in line and the tax collector who had been in the stocks was in line now.

The peasant was still there and informed me the thief had gone back to The Shades.

And that has led to The Shades finally being open to me, so in I went. One note I've forgotten to mention and I hoped it would be resolved in the Shades is that at night the outhouse door has graffiti on it that read:

"Prove that you're a man! See Sally at the House of Negotiable Affection and ask for a "Special"!

So my hopes going in to the Shades were as follows:

-Find the house of negotiable affection and get the proof

-Use said proof with the street urchin to progress things with hopefully the toy maker which will maybe somehow lead to another artifact?

-Find the thief and his artifact!

-Find something to help with the chimney sweep for getting his artifact too?

In we go...

For all the danger vibes, it's a deathless point and click game still. So far, anyway, it was pretty easy-going.

I first found a mason with a golden trowel, ahah. Which makes far more sense than my other guesses; that's what I get for basing them solely on people I'd met so far.

He was having a bit of a time with his underthings--getting worn out, breezy, y'know. Clearly a case of get him a replacement and get the trowel in return.

I also found the thief's hovel and was able to use the ladder to cross over to it but the thief who was seemingly asleep woke and shoved me back out when I got too close.

I wasn't sure what to do about that, so I carried on with the exploration.

Lastly was the House of Negotiable Affection.

I talked to the ladies, but didn't really get much in the way of anything useful.

As it is technically still daytime, despite what the Shades look like and I had seen the graffiti with the clue about the house at night, I figured I'd go back and try then.

That was the ticket. I was able to talk to Sally and ask for a special, ohh la la.

Which turned out to be custard.

She further elaborated with a saying from her granny "good kissing only lasts five minutes but good cookery lasts for years." I'll take good cooking any day.

Anyway, when I got back out I had golden bloomers so there was my proof to bring to the street urchin, but first I stopped by the thief's hovel again and while I was able to enter the only thing I could interact with was a bed. Still a big shrug there at this point.

So I went back to the day and the street urchin, presented my proof of being a man and learned the secret handshake. The old timers were, once again, used as a training exercise.

And I got a well-padded bra out of it?? Or stole it? Glorified pick pocketing? I don't know; I'm a bit vague on what was happening here.

And that confusion continued when I went back to try it on the mason and he was satisfied with what he got from Rincewind??--and gave me the golden trowel. I really didn't quite catch what happened. Were his underthings taken? He was holding something white.

At least I got a third artifact! And oops, the toymaker was not involved in any of this.

Three more to go:

Thief Chimney Sweep The Fool

I was however stuck on all three of these.

After much wandering, mental screaming and staring and apparently doing things in the wrong order! I got some friend help and got into the thief's hovel. The problem was waking him, so I needed to muffle the ladder. The padded bra was the key but I had tried to use it on the ladder before when it was already out. I needed to combine them in my inventory. With that sorted I was able to get in.

The thief was sleeping with a golden key dangling. I tried to take it, he rolled over. I was able to get him to roll back by tickling his feet with the feather. I tried to take it, failed again. Tickled again, tried again and got it, so I guess it got loosened? Or something? I got it anyway, so four artifacts down!

And then there were two more to go...

I went for the chimney sweep next. I figured from his conversation I might need to knock him down. There are chimneys on the rooftops within reach. There is a big fireplace in the alchemist's place. I thought something explosive. Either sending it up or down the chimney. I was part way right but missing the initial step.

Thanks to another friend hint I realized I needed to drop the Hogfather doll down the chimney. Because like Santa. I just... that damn doll has been in my inventory for so long I kind of forgot it? Even though it's right there? I just sort of stopped registering it. I also wondered if it and the donkey toy were fun optional things because the donkey toys never showed up at the toy shop again making it seem missable. Of course it could be once you scoop the donkey only then do the Hogfather dolls show up, but I didn't know that! I'm kind of irritated I didn't get that one. I feel like I should have been able to figure that out. Some kind of damn item blindness.

Get in the chimney, you lil' bastard.

I dropped him down there, the chimney got clogged, the alchemist's place filled with smoke and the fire went out. The chimney sweep came to clean that chimney and while I could talk to him, I still couldn't take his gold broom. He had a sword too like the fishmonger, but this time a sword in the chimney trick.

So, down I went to the alchemist's and it was time for that explosion. I put the keg of gunpowder in the now empty fireplace, attached the twine which was fed through the sink out into the drain pipe. (and yet the twine still persists in my inventory, it's truly endless). I went outside and lit my new fuse and boom!

The chimney sweep was knocked off the roofs and the broom was sent flying to land in the Luggage.

Five artifacts acquired! I've dropped them all off with the dragon.

One more artifact left. Next time it's time to figure out how to get it from the Fool. And what it even is, for that matter.

#discworld #discworld game #adventure games #discworld_log

[princesspumpkinseed]

It's 8pm and I do feel regretful for today. I notice that I am restricting some meals in favour of eating a dessert or a snack later on and for what? I like bread and could have certainly had my subway salad on a sandwich. I could have had the glass of milk that I wanted with my breakfast. However, I preferred to 'save it for later' and then got allured by white chocolate and oreo cheesecake with a side of bueno ice cream. Yes, it was good but I can't pretend that this isn't binge-purge mentality and maybe I'd have felt a lot more energised today by a heartier breakfast or some complex carbs. Nevertheless, I am grateful for the beautiful friends I have in my life, specifically Josh and Doriana, and I shall cherish the time I spend with them and the energy I have to observe with them, instead of my animalistic yearning for an afternoon snack.

#healthy eating #healthy #eat your veggies #healthy diet #healthy food #that girl #clean girl #eatclean #health #healthyeating

[moonflower1605]

Chapter 22

(Ella's POV)

As soon as Annie left, C.C turned her attention to me & said.

"Why don’t you head over to that room dear. My assistant will be with you soon."

I was hesitant to leave Percy by himself but then I did & walked off but not before looking back at him.

(Percy's POV)

C.C. took my arm & guided me toward the mirrored wall. “You see, Percy...to unlock your potential, you’ll need serious help. The first step is admitting that you’re not happy the way you are.”

I fidgeted in the front of the mirror. I hated thinking about my appearance- like the first zit that had cropped up on my nose at the beginning of the school year, or the fact that my two front teeth weren’t perfectly even, or that my hair never stayed down straight.

C.C.’s voice brought all of these things to mind, as if she were passing me under a microscope. And my clothes were not cool.

I knew that.

Who cares? Part of me thought. But standing in front of C.C.’s mirror, it was hard to see anything good in myself.

“There, there,” C.C. consoled. “How about we try...this.”

She snapped her fingers & a sky-blue curtain rolled down over the mirror.

It shimmered like the fabric on her loom.

“What do you see?” C.C. asked.

I looked at the blue cloth, not sure what she meant. “I don’t-“

Then it changed colors. I saw myself-a reflection, but not a reflection.

Shimmering there on the cloth was a cooler version of Percy Jackson-with just the right clothes, a confident smile on my face. My teeth were straight. No zits. A perfect tan. More athletic. Maybe a couple of inches taller. It was me, without the faults.

“Whoa,” I managed.

“Do you want that?” C.C. asked. “Or shall I try a different-“

“No,” I said. “That’s...that’s amazing. Can you really-“

“I can give you a full makeover,” C.C. promised.

“What’s the catch?” I said. “I have to like... eat a special diet?”

“Oh, it’s quite easy,” C.C. said. “Plenty of fresh fruit, a mild exercise program, & of course...this.”

She stepped over to her wet bar & filled a glass with water. Then she ripped open a drink-mix packet & poured in some red powder. The mixture began to glow.

When it faded, the drink looked just like a strawberry milk shake.

“One of these, substituted for a regular meal,” C.C. said. “I guarantee you’ll see results immediately.”

“How is that possible?”

She laughed. “Why question it? I mean, don’t you want the perfect you right away?”

Something nagged at the back of my mind.

“Why are there no guys at this spa?”

“Oh, but there are,” C.C. assured me. “You’ll meet them quite soon. Just try the mixture. You’ll see.”

I looked at the blue tapestry, at the reflection of me, but not me.

“Now, Percy,” C.C. chided. “The hardest part of the makeover is giving up control. You have to decide:do you want to trust your judgment about what you should be, or my judgment?”

My throat felt dry. I heard myself say, “Your judgment.”

C.C. smiled & handed me the glass. I lifted it to my lips.

It tasted just as it looked-like a strawberry milk shake. Almost immediately a warm feeling spread through my gut: pleasant at first, then painfully hot, searing, as if the mixture were coming to a boil inside of me.

I doubled over & dropped the cup.

“What have you...what’s happening?”

“Don’t worry, Percy,” C.C. said. “The pain will pass. Look! As I promised. Immediate results.”

Something was horribly wrong.

The curtain dropped away, & in the mirror I saw my hands shriveling, curling, growing long delicate claws.

Fur sprouted on my face, under my shirt, in every uncomfortable place you can imagine. My teeth felt too heavy in my mouth. My clothes were getting too big, or C.C. was getting too tall-no, I was shrinking.

In one awful flash, I sank into a cavern of dark cloth. I was buried in my own shirt. I tried to run but hands grabbed me-hands as big as I was. I tried to scream for help, but all that came out of my mouth was, “Reeet, reeet, reeet!”

The giant hands squeezed me around the middle, lifting me into the air. I struggled & kicked with legs & arms that seemed much too stubby, & then I was staring, horrified, into the enormous face of C.C.

“Perfect!” her voice boomed. I squirmed in alarm, but she only tightened her grip around my furry belly. “See, Percy? You’ve unlocked your true self!”

She held me up to the mirror, & what I saw made me scream, “Reeet, reeet, reeet!”

There was C.C., beautiful & smiling, holding a fluffy, bucktoothed creature with tiny claws & white & orange fur. When I twisted, so did the furry critter in the mirror. I was...I was...

“A guinea pig,” C.C. said. “Lovely, aren’t you? Men are pigs, Percy Jackson. I used to turn them into real pigs, but they were so smelly, large & difficult to keep. Not much different than they were before, really. Guinea pigs are much more convenient! Now come, & meet the other men.”

“Reeet!” I protested, trying to scratch her, but C.C. squeezed me so tight I almost blacked out.

“None of that, little one,” she scolded, “or I’ll feed you to the owls. Go into the cage like a good little pet. Tomorrow, if you behave, you’ll be on your way. There is always a classroom in need of a new guinea pig.”

My mind was racing as fast as my tiny little heart. I needed to get back to my clothes, which were lying in a heap on the floor. If I could do that, I could get Riptide out of my pocket &...And what? I couldn’t uncap the pen. Even if I did, I couldn’t hold the sword.

I squirmed helplessly as C.C. brought me over to the guinea pig cage & opened the wire door.

“Meet my discipline problems, Percy,” she warned. “They’ll never make good classroom pets, but they might teach you some manners. Most of them have been in this cage for three hundred years. If you don’t want to stay with them permanently, I’d suggest you-“

Annabeth’s voice called: “Miss C.C.?”

C.C. cursed in Ancient Greek. She plopped me into the cage & closed the door. I squealed & clawed at the bars, but it was no good. I watched as C.C. hurriedly kicked my clothes under the loom just as Annabeth came in.

Cliffhanger!!😉

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Take care my lovely readers.❤️

Alice signing off.

XOXO.

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[publicuniversalbuddy]

How early it is! It is eight o’clock in the morning. Well, the pigeons were up earlier Did you eat all your egg? Now we shall go for a long walk. Now? There is too much winter. I am going to admire the snow on your coat. Time for hot soup, already? You have worked for three solid hours. I have written forty-eight, no forty-nine, no fifty-one poems. How many states are there? I cannot remember what is uniting America. It is then time for your nap. What a lovely, pleasant dream I just had. But I like waking up better. I do admire reality like snow on my coat. Would you take cream or lemon in your tea? No sugar? And no cigarettes. Daytime is good, but evening is better. I do like our evening discussions. Yesterday we talked about Kant. Today let’s think about Hegel. In another week we shall have reached Marx. Goody. Life is a joy if one has industrious hands. Supper? Stew and well-cooked. Delicious. Well, perhaps just one more glass of milk. Nine o’clock! Bath time! Soap and a clean rough towel. Bedtime! The Red Army is marching tonight. They shall march through my dreams in their new shiny leather boots, their freshly laundered shirts. All those ugly stains of caviar and champagne and kisses have been rubbed away. They are going to the barracks. They are answering hundreds of pink and yellow and blue and white telephones. How happy and contented and well-fed they look lounging on their fur divans, chanting, “Russia how kind you are to us. How kind you are to everybody. We want to live forever.” Before I wake up they will throw away their pistols, and magically factories will spring up where once there was rifle fire, a roulette factory, where once a body fell from an open window. Hurry dear dream I am waiting for you under the eiderdown. And tomorrow will be more real, perhaps, than yesterday.

Barbara Guest, “Eating Chocolate Ice Cream: Reading Mayakovsky” from The Angel Hair Anthology (2001)

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Chapter 19 Reactions

First time poster, long time reader and so on. All instances of bold in quoted text is my own emphasis. Now, without further ado:

People who have never seen these structures, and have only the ill-imagined efforts of artists or the imperfect descriptions of such eye-witnesses as myself to go upon, scarcely realise that living quality. I recall particularly the illustration of one of the first pamphlets to give a consecutive account of the war. The artist had evidently made a hasty study of one of the fighting-machines, and there his knowledge ended. He presented them as tilted, stiff tripods, without either flexibility or subtlety, and with an altogether misleading monotony of effect. The pamphlet containing these renderings had a considerable vogue, and I mention them here simply to warn the reader against the impression they may have created. They were no more like the Martians I saw in action than a Dutch doll is like a human being. To my mind, the pamphlet would have been much better without them.

Tell us how you really feel Mr Narrator! As someone who's been accepting any and all illustrations of our tripod aliens as canon, I'm feeling very attacked right now. And who was it who first described the Martian machines as a milk stool, hm?

The internal anatomy, I may remark here, as dissection has since shown, was almost equally simple.

I love these delicious little hints of a post-Martian world 🥰

They did not eat, much less digest. Instead, they took the fresh, living blood of other creatures, and injected it into their own veins. I have myself seen this being done, as I shall mention in its place.

Virgin digestive system (humans) vs Chad vampire metabolism (Martians). Also, I'm having a bad feeling about the fate of the Curate...

Their undeniable preference for men as their source of nourishment

[Audio and video description: Official YouTube music video for the US version of "Maneater" by Nelly Furtado, an uptempo electro-pop song with an infectious, thumping beat. The video is set to start at the chorus (timestamped 2:12), depicting Nelly Furtado dancing in a dimly-lit, dilapidated warehouse, interspersed with shots of the crowd dancing in other rooms of the warehouse:

Maneater, make you work hard Make you spend hard, make you want all of her love She's a maneater, make you buy cars Make you cut cards, make you fall real hard in love She's a maneater, make you work hard Make you spend hard, make you want all of her love She's a maneater, make you buy cars Make you cut cards, wish you never ever met her at all

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These creatures, to judge from the shrivelled remains that have fallen into human hands, were bipeds with flimsy, silicious skeletons (almost like those of the silicious sponges) and feeble musculature, standing about six feet high and having round, erect heads, and large eyes in flinty sockets. Two or three of these seem to have been brought in each cylinder, and all were killed before earth was reached. It was just as well for them, for the mere attempt to stand upright upon our planet would have broken every bone in their bodies.

[Audio and video description: Scene from "Chocolate with Nuts" (season 3, episode 52) of SpongeBob Squarepants. SpongeBob, with a bandaged head and two crutches, and Patrick, with a neck brace and both arms in casts, knock on the door of a potential chocolate customer. The customer wears a full-body cast, eyepatch, and ventilator face mask, with an IV drip attached to his right side.

The video begins with a close up of the customer's face, who laments, "Ugh, some guys have all the luck. I was born with glass bones and paper skin. Every morning, I break my legs, and every afternoon, I break my arms. At night, I lie awake in agony until my heart attacks put me to sleep." As he speaks, a violin begins to play, and the shot cuts over to SpongeBob and Patrick, who look like they're about to cry.

Right as the customer finishes his speech, the mobility device holding the customer's leg out from him falls. A wire snaps, sending the customer tumbling down the stairs to the sounds of shattering glass and cries of pain.

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In the next place, wonderful as it seems in a sexual world, the Martians were absolutely without sex

Ace pride 🖤🤍💜

The last salient point in which the systems of these creatures differed from ours was in what one might have thought a very trivial particular. Micro-organisms, which cause so much disease and pain on earth, have either never appeared upon Mars or Martian sanitary science eliminated them ages ago. A hundred diseases, all the fevers and contagions of human life, consumption, cancers, tumours and such morbidities, never enter the scheme of their life.

Yes! I'm so glad this's been finally addressed, because it was the first thing I was curious about. It's a little inconceivable to me for life to exist on other planets without microorganisms, but that may be a lack of imagination on my part. What's more interesting is what this might mean for Martian immune systems...

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