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can I request body worship and breeding link with lilia??
ANON YOU ARE SPEAKING MY LANGUAGE RN. Thank you hun! I’m so glad you and so many people liked it, I honestly didn’t expect it to blow up like it did! Happy to write for my favorite old man.
MC pronouns: GN/NB (no pronouns used, implied they/them)
CW: NSFW, breeding kink/breeding talk, pregnancy talk, excessive praise/body worship, Lilia being a brat dom, Lilia also being filthy, mod mezzo ALSO being filthy, oral sex mentions (reader receiving), marking, blood/biting/vampirism mention (it’s Lilia, so), light light LIGHT possessiveness, the slightest degradation (I use slut like once), i say he’s a tits man and then clarify that the tits are gender neutral and just mean your chest.
Listening to: Casket – Ren Zotto
Now Lilia is a dom that’s heavy on praise
He will absolutely degrade you if you ask for it, but his favorite thing is watching you squirm from even the smallest of compliments. He wants his baby bat to know how much he loves them!! Especially when you have just the cutest reactions to it.
Think Gomez Addams if Gomez was a switch leaning dom (because Mr. Addams is like, canonically a sub lol)
He follows you around a lot, even more so when he’s horny or finds himself having…baby fever, shall we say?
He can’t help it! He’s been wanting to raise another kid and all, and the thought of getting to spend a domestic life with you…the thought of you carrying his child…even if you physically can’t, he still finds himself hot and bothered at the idea. Plus, adoption is always something you two could discuss if you were serious about the actual breeding portion of the breeding kink, but wouldn’t be able to have kids/didn’t want to go through pregnancy.
Unless you’re shorter than him, he’ll likely be the perfect height for him to rest on your chest, and even if you are shorter than him, I can see him being quite attached to your upper body, regardless of whether there is boobage there or not and regardless of level of boobage.
What can I say, he’s a tits man (read tits as gender neutral)
So it’s the first thing he goes for with praise
He’ll casually slide a hand up your shirt at any given time to feel you up, resting his head on your shoulder and humming little compliments in your ear about how soft your skin is, how warm you are, how he just wants to bite down on your cute little nipples and–oh, look at that! They’re already hard hehe
“Khehehe, are you that sensitive, darling? Don’t worry, if it works you up that much, I’ll make sure to take care of you. I love the way your body reacts to just the slightest touch…so gorgeous.”
Lils is an oral fiend, too, and it’s one of his favorite ways to worship you. He’d gladly get on his knees for his precious baby bat at the drop of a hat. Holding your hips in place as he nestles between your thighs and tastes your arousal, his eyes rolling back dramatically so he can show you just how sweet you are to him. Don’t move too much, darling. It’s his job to pleasure you!
“So good. So good for me…you taste perfect…such a sweet pet, all the blood rushing here…be careful, I might just devour you.~”
Obviously it’s hard for him to be vocal with his tongue on your clit/your cock down his mouth, so the heavy praise comes when he finally gets to fuck you.
Lilia typically either opts for doggy or mating press. He loves seeing you ass up, face buried into the pillow as he rams into you, but when his breeding kink flares up, that’s when he prefers the second option.
He likes to see your face when he fucks into you and talks about how cute your red cheeks are, how he wants to stuff you full and fill you up. And he talks. He doesn’t know how to shut his mouth unless he’s using it to get you off.
He’s also generally just very playful and giggly during sex. A brat dom, if you will, so expect plenty of teasing on his end about how needy you look with your legs hiked up like that.
“Pretty little thing, all folded over under me. Look at me, let me see your expression. Ah….mmnh, take my fingers in your mouth, just like you take my cock. Tight little bloodpet…you’re so perfect, little one. I want to see it, I want to see you all full and fucked out. That’s nice isn’t it? You’d love to be knocked up, you’d love to be pumped full of my cum. Awe, look at you. Look at you take it. Your hole is so tight around me, so pretty as you bounce on it. That’s it…that’s it, you’re doing so well. So gorgeous…”
He’ll drag your hips closer as he rocks against you, touching you to the pace of his thrusts, and pushing you down further into the bed with the kind of strength you wouldn’t expect someone so small to have.
He kisses and nips at anything he can get his lips on–your neck, your chest, your stomach and thighs. He’s a groper, too, so he’ll watch as his fingers sink into your skin, leaving bruises on your hips and legs.
“You’re going to be so full and sensitive, I’ll watch you get heavy with my child…you’re mine, you’re perfect and you’re mine.”
Usually Lilia’s far more focused on your pleasure than his, but something about the way you’re begging him to empty inside you is sending shockwaves down his spine. It feels like during sessions like this, he loses his well-composed nature altogether. Right before you’re about to cum, tightening up around his aching cock, he’ll lean in and sink his fangs into your neck, pressing a hand to your abdomen to feel how his dick drags along your walls.
That’s enough to do it for you, the aphrodisiac bite making you cum hard around him, and he doesn’t dare pull out as he cums with you, growling into your neck.
Lils is a fae, and faefolk cum a LOT. It’s hot and sticky as he spills inside of you, holding your hips as close to him as he can, fucking into you as you both finish and you shake. It’s enough to drip out without pulling out, much to Lilia’s disappointment. Guess he’ll just have to cum inside you a few more times to make up for it!
Lilia’s the type to make you cockwarm him after breeding sessions. He can’t have his efforts go to waste–you will be knocked up by the end of the night.
“Maybe I should make you keep a toy in overnight. I have to make sure it takes, sweet thing.”
You can expect a quick session right before class the morning after, too. He’s serious! He really wants to raise kids with you, and he’ll do whatever it takes to make that happen.
You two make quite the mess of the bed, cum and blood stains are scattered across the sheets. Lilia will handle the clean up, don’t you worry! He has to make certain that his spent little human rests after such a rough session.
Now that you’ve awakened this kink in him, Lilia’s ready for regular breeding talk during sex. Hope you like being fucked into the mattress and used for hours, cause he’s hellbent on making you his breedslut now.
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They get a body pillow of you [Twst]
♡︎Mimimi...
♡︎ Includes: NRC, RSA and Rollo
♡︎Warning: I wish they were real
⋆⋅☆Riddle: This man exploded—literally couldn’t bear to look at the pillow and had to hide it in his closet. Sometimes, he hosts tea parties with it, using it to practice conversations for when he wants to talk to you about something.
⋆⋅☆Trey: Tells you about it, doesn’t feel good knowing that someone is giving away those with you on it. (Slept with it once.)
⋆⋅☆Cater: Takes pictures with it and proudly posts them on Magicam. No shame.
⋆⋅☆Ace: Probably treats it like any regular head pillow, completely ignoring the fact that you are in it.
⋆⋅☆Deuce: Similar to Trey, he confessed about it but didn’t give it a second glance—he was too embarrassed.
⋆⋅☆Leona: Sleeps with it, but only within the inside of his room—can't risk being seen with it.
⋆⋅☆Ruggie: Sold it. He'd rather be with you after all.
⋆⋅☆Jack: Also told you about it.
⋆⋅☆Azul: Experiences the seven phases of grief over it, contemplating making more to sell. Eventually, he can't bring himself to do it and prefers being the only owner.
⋆⋅☆Jade: Takes it camping, pretending for once to have company on his mushroom hunts.
⋆⋅☆Floyd: Walks around Night Raven College with it—if anyone mentions the pillow, he will practically annihilate them. He got bored of it really fast.
⋆⋅☆Kalim: This man owns far too many pillows, he would love it so much and sleeps with it every night.
⋆⋅☆Jamil: Also overwhelmed like Riddle. He doesn’t know what to do with it. Considered telling you but prefers keeping it for himself. When he's incredibly stressed, he talks with it, imagining it’s you.
⋆⋅☆Vil: Fascinated by how uncannily similar it looks to you, he proceeds to apply makeup on it.
⋆⋅☆Rook: Holds onto it but would much rather have you around.
⋆⋅☆Epel: Sends it back—clearly not his cup of tea.
⋆⋅☆Idia: Not the first one he got of you. He sleeps with all of them in his bed.
⋆⋅☆Ortho: Hands it over to Idia without much thought.
⋆⋅☆Malleus: Ah yes, me, my boyfriend and his body pillow of me.
⋆⋅☆Lilia: Enjoys watching doramas with it, finding comfort in its presence.
⋆⋅☆Silver: Also confessed about it and apologized, feeling bad for looking at it.
⋆⋅☆Sebek: Passed away. Spends hours conversing with it about how amazing you are. Lilia had to take the pillow away as he’d stay up all night chatting with it.
⋆⋅☆Che’nya: Turns invisible while grabbing the pillow. Over time, people started suspecting that there were haunted pillows adorned with your image haunting the college grounds.
⋆⋅☆Neige: Confessed about it and felt it wouldn’t be right to keep it.
⋆⋅☆Rollo: Deemed it too sinful and decided to burn it.
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I'd like to request some spicy time with a rough, yandere Malleus. Pretty please? 🥺👉👈
Oh, dear guest. This was so much fun to write~ I do hope you enjoy!
Title: The King’s New Toy
Characters: Yandere!Malleus x m!Reader, Lilia Vanrouge
Contains: Dark Themes (Yandere), rough sex, bondage/restraints, toy usage(vibrating dildo), sinful magic usage, orgasm denial, orgasm control, Diasomnia has a dungeon, Malleus has two dicks
Fandom: Twisted Wonderland
Full request below the cut
All characters are 18+
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Rain gently pelted the tall windows of the castle dorm, keeping Malleus’s attention from the book in his hands. The fireplace he sat by was crackling with flame, warming him and the area with its faint glow. He wasn’t sure how long he had been sitting like that or how he ended up so distracted. It was Lilia bringing him a nightly cup of tea that shook him out of his thoughts when it was placed onto the table beside his chair.
“How long as it been?” Lilia asked, gazing over at the clock as he wrapped his arms over his chest. “I hadn’t seen you return.”
Malleus checked the same clock, noting the current time while reaching for the tea cup. “Almost two hours. An hour and a half it seems.”
“Kheehee~ My, he must be an absolute mess by now.” A playful smirk resided on Lilia’s face from the mere thought.
“I’ll pay him a visit shortly,” Malleus explained, sipping the warm liquid. “It’s a punishment after all. He will learn that his actions have consequences…”
———
Another thirty minutes had gone by before Malleus descended the dark stone steps of Diasomnia’s dungeon. Reaching the floor, a row of cells were before him, empty and gathering dust and cobwebs. A faint sound echoed toward him, and a sinister, teeth bearing smirk grew on his lips. It sounded like whining, whimpering. Anyone else may not have understood what it was, but Malleus was well aware. Walking down the hall, the sounds only grew until he reached the last cell, and inside was a lovely sight.
Near the back wall sat you, on your knees and riding an enchanted toy that Malleus had conjured himself. Your arms were behind you, wrists shackled with a chain leading to the wall. Your head hung down as the toy vibrated deep inside, your mouth slacked open as your weak moans bounced off the cell’s walls. Malleus gazed over at your twitching erection, how it stood full mast and ached for release. He chuckled darkly, catching your attention.
Your head shut up, and a look of desperation filled your eyes as you leaned your body forward. “M-Malleus! Malleus, please, I can’t take it anymore! This toy, i-it kept stopping when I was about to…p-please just let me finish! I need to cum!”
The toy was something Malleus concocted himself, having taken a standard vibrating toy and projecting a magic onto it that would sense when a person’s body is about to release. It would increase in strength ever so often, only to shut off when it felt the body about to cum. Such a toy drove you wild, as it not only denied you, but has also given you ruined orgasms as well.
Malleus pulled out a ring of keys, deliberately checking each one slow and precisely just to watch you squirm more on that toy. When he found the key he wanted, he opened the lock of the cell, letting the door open with a creak. “Do you think you’ve learned your lesson?”
Ah, that’s right. The whole reason you were in here was because he suspected you of seeing the other students behind his back. Though as false as that was, he was adamant on you not choosing him, so he resorted to other methods, methods he were sure would persuade you.
You nodded quickly. “Y-Yes! Yes I’ve learned my lesson! I won’t see the others anymore! I promise! I-It’ll just be us s-so please! L-Let me cum, and I’ll be all yours!”
Malleus raised his palm up and slowly lifted his hand. The toy followed the hand placement, increasing in speed and strength. Your moans followed, increasing in pitch and volume as your hips rocked back into the device.
“Y-Yes, yes yesyesyesyesyes!!”
You were so close. So very close—
—until it stopped.
Realizing once again you were robbed of your orgasm, you let out a frustrated cry, leaning forward and tugging at your restraints.
“Malleus! Malleus, please!”
“You poor thing. So desperate for release.” His voice was dark, sounding like it was laced with poison. “What makes you think you deserve it?”
“B-Because I’ll behave! I swear I-I’ll listen!” Your voice was full of panic and desperation. Your body needed to release or you swore you’d go mad.
As Malleus approached you, the sounds of his shoes clicking felt like heavy lead in your stomach, but your heart fluttered when he knelt down and grabbed your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.
“Do you speak the truth?” he asked coldly. “Do you swear to abide by my wishes?”
You swallowed dryly, nodding. “Y-Yes, Malleus. I swear. I-I swear.”
He paused for a moment before looking at the chains restraining you as he stood. With a single flick of a finger, one of the links broke, sending you forward and resting your torso on the ground. Your ass hung in the air, the toy sticking out as if it was begging to be grabbed.
Malleus would do just that, grabbing the base of the toy before slowly moving it in and out. “Two hours of such torment. I’m surprised your body has lasted this long.”
You couldn’t answer. The only you could do was moan into the ground, the friction so much more delightful than the intense vibrating. You gently rocked your hips back, attempting to get more, but Malleus scowled, gripping your hip with one hand to still you before pulling the toy out.
“N-No! P-Please…” You whined into the stone floor. You were about to beg him to put it back when you felt something hot prod at your ass.
“One more time, dear…whose wishes do you abide by?”
You gulped once more, having to wrack through your recently clouded brain. “Y-Yours. Your wishes.” Then, as a, hopefully, bonus, you added, “I-I abide by my king’s wishes. I-I serve King Malleus Draconia.”
That seemed to do it, much to your surprise, as you felt your hole stretch to an unbelievable size. Such an action caused you to let out a shriek as your eyes rolled back, your body visibly trembling from the sensitivity of being played with for hours.
Malleus leaned down over you, his chest flush with your back as he wrapped his arms around your waist.
“O-Oh yes,” he breathed. “Th-This was definitely ready for me~ S-So tight~ Great Seven, I should have grabbed you s-sooner~”
Having waited until you were a bit more adjusted until he began to thrust, his dual cocks grazing all the right spots deep inside of you and riling you up more than you already were. His thrusts, at first, were slow, using the movement to stretch you more before or lost himself to his own desires. Your stomach bulged from his dicks stretching you internally, the stretch of your skin moving in tandem with his movements. Everything was enough to make you scream, which you did when he hit a special spot deep inside.
“There!! Right there!! Please!!”
He didn’t need to be told twice, as when he finally hit that spot, it was all he hit, making your mind turn to mush as you became nothing but a mere toy for the king.
“W-Wanna cum…please…! I-I wanna come, Malleus!”
Having you in that held position, he hoisted you up, one arm around your waist and the other on your neck, supporting your weight as he never once stopped fucking you. His cocks swelled with anticipation, throbbing with his own climax approaching.
“Who do you belong to, child of man?”
“M-Malleus Draconia! I-I belong to the G-Great King, M-Malleus Draconia!”
Satisfied with the answer, Malleus growled in your ear. “Cum, child of man. Cum for your king…~”
You didn’t need to be told twice as almost immediately, ropes of your seed shot out in streams as your mouth hung open in a silent yet strangled scream, body twitching and spasming as it finally saw the release it had been yearning for for so long. White clouded the edges of your vision, until your eyes shut, your body falling limp in his arms as your chest slowly rose and fell.
The guilt that Malleus should have felt was instead pride as he gave your cheek a gentle kiss, feeling more than proud with himself for having ruined you into exhaustion like this.
“You’ll be the best little toy for me, (y/n)~” he said as he gently brushed your hair from your face, giving you a kiss on the forehead before magically breaking the rest of the restraints and carrying you toward the steps.
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the fruits, rotten 一 malleus draconia 一 twisted wonderland | 18+
Summary. Malleus should've been more careful in handling the details of his relationship to his grandmother. A shame, really. Mayne he would have to go around hiding his love for you like a coward then, but that's how life pans out, a series of mistakes we wish we could have redone.
Warnings. 18+ Content Ahead. Mentions of Smut.
Edit Status. Not proofread, we die with beta
Word Count. 1.9k
Song. the fruits, paris paloma
A.N. I'm back here's some shit lol. Ended up joining this weird cult but it's all good now :D be careful online kiddos
My love, are you the devil?
I would worship you instead of him
The sound of a brush scrubbing softly against keratin filled the Ramshackle Prefects room, The low hum of the fae prince cuts through gently, his large body hunched over on your bed, hands holding his head while you kneel before him. A small laugh leaves you as you watch his eyes slowly close, his breathing evening out, as he continues to lean forward until his forehead makes contact with your chest, and his hands slip from their place against his jaw.
You do your best to finish his horns, cleaning each ridge with precision and a gentleness to not wake up the sleeping prince, his hair still dripped with water from the shower you shared, which greatly helped in keeping all the grime soft enough to be removed easily enough.
A deep breath makes you stop for a second, your eyes on Malleus, watching as he slightly readjusts before settling into your chest once again. You can’t help but worry for his neck and back, even while your thighs ache and your knees throb in pain. No matter how soft the bedding Crewel had given you was, staying in this position for nearly half an hour was beginning to take its toll on your body.
Finishing as quickly as you could, you readjust the prince to relax in your bed, pushing him to his full length slowly as you held his head and neck, before removing yourself from his side as he shifted once again to find comfort in the plush covers and pillows.
For I'm too busy committing sins
I have no time for confession
God, you think to yourself, he really was such a beautiful creature.
“And where are you off to, child?” An amused voice finds your ears, and you can't help but jump as a chill runs down your spine, the chilly air not helping you in settling quicker. You grip the band of the duffle as your teeth grind against each other, thinking quickly, you sigh and turn around, deciding to stall him before coming up with something… believable.
“And where are you off to so late? Doesn’t Bat-Daddy have you under house arrest?” You muse, raising your eyebrows and you watch him- he's still stand-offish, tense, but the mention of his guardian makes him relax, before a realization comes to him.
“How do you know that?” He grits, teeth on display as his most prominent feature, his fangs, have you faltering for a second. Pointed ears move downwards in an unspoken sadness.
“Sebek isn’t all that quiet when you’re upset, especially when you’ve been reprimanded by both Lilia and your grandmother, Mal.” You start shifting your weight between each leg, anxiety eating at your core.
He shouldn’t be here. He isn’t allowed to be here.
The knowledge of that leaves your heart breaking, but you didn’t want to leave Malleus in trouble over some silly human who doesn't belong to this world, especially when the topic of love and relationships with him comes to mind.
He isn’t allowed to be with me.
“I see. I don't think I have the heart to reprimand him, though.” He chuckles, attempting to lighten the mood, hopeful eyes and his ears twitching up and down, before remaining in a downwards position as your sad smile reaches his eyes.
“Go. I don't want you in trouble for being here.” You point with your nose to his direction.
Go back, please.
“Can I at least know where you’re off to? I’d like you to be safe.” He’s nearly begging.
My love, you're something special
“Crewel. Late night job with one of his oldies. Nothing too bad.” You smiled, catching your eye, and he seemed satisfied with that answer.
You never seem to leave the fae prince's mind.
Your smile, your laugh, the way you get excited when you’ve learned new things about this world, the way you yawn, how your shirt seems to always expose just the right amount of skin when you stretch-
You don’t like how easily you can lie to him now.
I've never met someone like you
He cannot get enough of you. He’s a man possessed, and not even a real man to begin with in technicality, both in his race and his age amongst the fae. He wants to hold you, to mold into you, have you in his unwavering grasp and never let go.
His skin yearns for even the slightest of your touches, his lips mourn for yours once again, his eyes wish to the souls beyond to fall deep into yours- his heart can only survive with you by his side, happy, and healthy.
But he cannot give you that.
How could you make him feel this way? To love and lose, to yearn and obtain, to lust and hate. He wants to be angry, to hold his wrath to a standard of equivocated fear and respect like it usually is, but he can’t, not with you.
You'd make me fall from heaven
If only he was human. If only you were a fae. If he was a commoner or if you were of noble blood. If he was your lover and you were his.
How could a magicless human make him feel so much?
His whispers echo in a room filled with desperate pleas and calls demanding to be answered, his back hunched and cracking as scales start to make their way from under his skin, his body moving forward even more to accommodate the tail that manifests itself, Lighting crashes during the storm that rages on, and Malleus is grateful for the weather of the past week, able to hide his tantrum within the will of nature.
The room fills with smoke as he breathes heavily, unable to stop the small flames that leave him, and he gets his hips into an empty space- leaving him whimpering and choking up, before a low and deep growl follows.
But I know just what I do
Long black nails rake across the faes face as he grips at himself hard enough to draw blood, the wounds healing as quickly as they arrive, his breathing is shaky, uneven, as a low laughter leaves his throat. His eyes blow a brilliant green, nearly lighting up the room with their light alone, his horns crack and split open at the ridges slightly, exposing the game green that lights the prince's eyes.
Your name leaves his voice in desperate whispers, clawed hands dipped in ink rush down his blistering flesh, lust consuming him as he reaches down to grasp at himself, imagining your own hands being the ones to do so.
"Angel, " he calls me
It wasn’t enough.
He needed more.
Does he know that I'm falling
His lips clumsily drag themselves from your sternum, up your neck, and take your own greedily- nearly biting your lips in the process. It's sloppy, needy, and his grip is unrelenting as he tightens himself around your hips. He starts to huff with small amounts of smoke leaving his open mouth, tail and scales manifesting, his horns and eyes carrying their warm glow.
“Malleus- calm down.” You manage to get out before he's on top of you again, whining and growling, pulling at your pajamas while he nearly tears off his own clothing as well. The wind whips against the window, a sharp crack scaring you into a jump, and the small amount of bare skin that meets his own leaves him weak and fumbling.
From a precipice that I tripped off long ago?
“Malleus.” Your voice is strained, a harsh whisper, as your head is leaning back against the plush of the window seat as you desperately grip at the cushions and stone wall. He’s hunched over again, but this time, he's able to associate himself with you.
“N-no. Please just- just-” He’s stuttering and cutting himself off, unable to properly think now that he has you in his grasp. Nearly three months now. Three months of you running off and leaving him alone. Abandoning him. All because he let his affections for you slip. All because his grandmother's court didn’t approve of your relationship.
For three months.
"You're so pure, " he says
He was starving.
Does he know, I'm forsaken?
The voice of your guardian and adoptive father seems to fade into the distance as you stare out of the window, looking down upon the campus, thoughts running wild as a new soreness leaves your body aching and throbbing.
Malleus was starved.
You think to yourself, if you could keep ignoring him for this long, and go back to avoiding him at all costs, and your heart breaks at the thought. You loved him, and your relationship was small, budding, but still strong and fulfilling.
Until the bud was found and cut by his grandmother and her court, leaving you heartbroken, and you in fear for your life as you were left with a simple warning.
But now he's had his fill of you.
Stay. Away.
And you did, ignoring him best you can, occupying your time with others, dodging him at every turn. That was, until he came to you in the middle of the night, opening the window of your little reading nook in Ramshackle, and begging you to have him.
“Puppy! Are you paying attention? This is important to how we're going to handle this little… situation,” Crewel doesn’t know about last night.
No one does.
The original sinner
Maybe there's hope for the two of you to let go.
Your neck throbs as you feel his teeth sinking into you once again.
But soon you'll know
For if I'm going down
Naked in that garden
His arm remains under your pillow, the other around your waist and keeps you close to him, while both of your legs remain intertwined with one another. Marks and bites litter your body, as Malleus also bares his own from you, though you can say you were more careful of your claims on his own body.
You fear the consequences of being found, but you can’t help but indulge your lover any time he comes to you, needy and whiny for attention. You push your fears to the side, enjoying your simple and short time with the fae, slowly turning and moving to embrace him.
I guess I'll take you with me
You slowly bring yourself into waking up, eyes heavy with sleep and body sore once again, naked and warm. The cover of the duvet encases you in warmth from your own body, Malleus’ own body, cool and slowly warmed by your own, wrapped around you tightly.
You breathe in his scent, a natural smell with his usual soap and cologne, a mix that leaves you addicted and needing more of him. Your nails slowly rake up and down his back, the pale skin going pink and rising slightly, going to his back and hips, upper thigh and the bit of his shoulders you can reach.
Slowly, Malleus wakes, and simply enjoys your presence and attention.
He could only think that this is how he wants to wake up everyday.
But for now, he lives with your love in secret, until he has the power to keep you by his side as he sees fit.
Whether you still remain by choice, or not.
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Eternally Yours
Lilia x Male!Reader
Traveling the world decades before the birth of Briar Valley’s draconic prince, a lonesome fae general’s forbidden romantic affair ends in tragedy
CW: MINOR SPOILERS FOR BOOK SEVEN, blood, character death, religious guilt, angst, hurt no comfort
Word count: 538
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The anguished howl of your name was the only thing that disturbed the eerily peaceful slumber of the forest.
There was no moonlight to reflect off the sharp silver blade that lay abandoned at your feet, its task now completed by whatever unclean hand that had wielded it. Your garments were defiled by a horrid dark stain, so deep a red that in the night-cloaked mountains of the Shaftlands it appeared almost black. The staggering rise and fall of your chest began to slow as you fought for your last remnants of consciousness.
“Lilia?” You croaked, as the fae fell to his knees at your side, your unfocused eyes meeting his.
The humble wooden rosary that the fae had never once seen you without, even during your lovemaking sessions, now lay discarded upon the forest floor, the cord snapped as if brutally torn from your neck during a struggle, wooden beads scattered in the darkness, some now stained with red. Lilia could still see you so clearly, only days before, fingers delicately trailing across the beads, one by one, his sharp fae hearing picking up your quiet murmurs of prayer as he watched you from afar, fixated on your familiar form.
Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death, Amen.
Immersing himself in his travels after the death of his beloved lifelong friends, Briar Valley’s princess and her husband, the former general had eventually found himself traversing the Shaftlands, wandering between large cities, and some smaller mountain towns. You had been only one of many missionaries sent out from Fleur City that Lilia had come across during these times, and yet you were the only one who had ever stood out to him. The only man who ever seemed to draw him in, in a way that he had never quite been enticed before. He still felt little love for the human race as a whole; that feeling was reserved for you alone, though he swore that those words would never pass his lips.
Neither of you were quite sure of when it started, or how, two men, a human and a fae, became so passionately intertwined. Lilia had no interest in the words that filled the worn, leather-bound book you carried with you. It was only your lips on his that ever seemed to set his heart ablaze.
It was a sin, you had told him countless times, between panting breaths, and interlocked lips and fingers brushing exposed skin. Legs entangled in forbidden bliss, hands anchored on hips hard enough to leave dappled reminders of midnight affairs upon your skin come the morning light as you feebly attempted to brush off the shame that was so clearly illuminated by the rising sun.
Gently cradling your head in his hands, his fingers smeared with your drying blood, Lilia choked out your name as a steady chill began to sink its fangs deep within you.
“Lilia…” You responded weakly, a thin stream of red trickling past your lips. The light in your eyes was swiftly leaving, but your unfaltering gaze never left his.
“I’m more than willing,” you whispered, your voice now barely there. “To rot in Hell with you.”
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A/N: was in an angsty mood on the train, and happened to be listening to Eternally Yours by Motionless In White, so that’s where this came from. As usual, reblogs/comments are always appreciated!!
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a little jjk/twst au concept with silver as a cursed human and lilia as his curse; any inconsistencies are my own, i literally finished binging the first season & movie an hour ago :') // @admiraltdevanto i hope this satisfied a bit of the need <3
the final cursed spirit lets out an ear-piercing shriek, one that sets silver's teeth on edge and locks his jaw in place, as it all but bursts into smithereens like a shredded mylar balloon. essence, lurid purple and rancid like decaying flesh, splatters around him, and he raises his sword in an attempt to shield his face from the smoking pieces that fall around him like a poisonous rain.
he needn't have bothered— faster than any human eye could blink, faster than they had sliced through the vengeful curse before them, leathery wings sweep around him like a cocoon, enveloping him with ease in the shelter of their embrace.
the tense muscles in his jaw automatically begin to loosen into the beginnings of a crooked smile when taloned fingers brush against him in the darkness, probing and far more gentle than their wickedly sharp nature would appear. he stands obediently still as they investigate the superficial bumps and bruises from the fight, new additions to a never-ceasing collection. it is only when those thin digits meet and pause at the oil slick of blood sluggishly oozing from a nasty scrape along his hairline that he hears a sharp inhale from behind, and his brief respite from the harsh light of the world outside falls away in one clean swoop.
silver winces as his eyes become reacquainted with the viciously cheerful gleam of the afternoon sun, and the curse flutters his wings in equal parts agitation and lingering aggression, fangs bared as if still wishing to sink them into the dissipated spirit for belated retribution.
"lilia, i'm fine, i promise," he's quick to reassure the curse hovering before him, unable to wipe the returning smile as it creeps along the corners of his mouth. "really, it looks worse than it is— i'll go to a hospital to get it checked out and say that i tripped and fell, alright?"
eyes a shade of crimson that put the fresh droplets of blood against silver's temple to shame fix upon him with an ancient magnitude, at odds with the almost child-like pout creasing a delicate, pointed face. for a split second, silver is wildly grateful that there are not any sorcerers lingering on the grounds, lilia's vulnerability a private moment for the two of them alone as a cold hand rises to cradle his cheek and wipe it clean.
". . . i eliminated it too quickly," the curse grumbles, all too human in his bitterness. "i did not see when it managed to land such a blow against you."
"i will be fine," silver stresses once more, sword returning to the sheath along his hip with practiced ease. "you kept me from the worst of it, and for that . . . i am grateful."
perhaps it is a selfish pleasure, but it is one sin that he finds himself so willingly committing— it had been abundantly clear from their first meeting that the curse before him was not used to, nor expected, gratitude and praise, much less words so unconditional and genuine. as expected, lilia falters minutely before tucking his wings away with the barest hint of a preen, a sparkle returning to his ruby eyes that had been darkened by the heat of battle.
"and more importantly," silver continues, tone gentle and quiet so as to not disturb the sleeping figures tucked safely beneath the desk behind them. "we managed to save them." the two children sent napping to escape the horrific scene before them by silver's own gentle wash of cursed energy, the only gift he could grant them before the spirit haunting the school discovered their presence mid-battle.
with an off-key hum, lilia crouches by their side, a hand outstretched and hovering, but not quite caressing the hair of the boy closest to his feet. "i suppose they were cute enough to spare," he comments lightly, rocking on his heels as if he hadn't blasted a dripping hole the size of a boulder through the spirit's core the moment it had tried to target the children. "not as adorable as you were at this age though, my dear."
silver has to suppress a smile at that, though it's tinged with a bittersweet taste that lingers in his mouth. lilia is kind for a curse, too kind, in fact— he does not allow his hand to touch the child's head, to disturb silver's gift of pleasant dreams with nightmares of warfare and strife. it speaks of a weakness that neither he nor lilia address, that the curse strokes silver's head until he sleeps and that silver never complains of his haunted dreams.
"you would know best— wouldn't you, father?"
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓
𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐄
finally, i get my own happily ever after. because the words written on your wrist...is my name
gender-neutral
warnings: mentions of war and slight ptsd
genre: angst + fluff
a/n:
- blame @faebaex for the sudden lilia brainrot lmao. i should be doing my hw but here i am!
- yes, i cameo-d! hehe, be prepared for more of me popping up in the oneshots! :)
- pictures don't belong to me, they go to their original owners!
- please give me feedback :)
Let me know if you'd like more!
𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐄
Thousand of years filled with the bloodshed of the fallen and innocent filled Lilia Vanrouge's nights. It was like an endless repeat to curse him for his sins, the blood that he may never be able to wash off his hands. Everything was a bitter reminder of the wars; the winter snow resembling the ashes of burned-down villages, screams of delighted children were too similar to screams of innocent children being burnt alive...he couldn't help the onslaught of red-stained memories plauging his mind. Tonight was no different as the war-general snapped out of his slumber, sweat drenching his pink-black locks and pillow. He raised a tired hand against his forehead and sighed. It seemed that he wouldn't be getting a good night's sleep again.
Tomorrow was the opening ceremony, the bright red circle on his calendar reminded him. Sebek would be joining them. Lilia chuckled under his breath at the chaos the lime-green first year would bring. It would mark the start of another school year, another year of mischief and mayhem from this mischievous fae.
Lilia turned and tossed around on his bed, trying to regain the lost hours of sleep. He caught sight of his bare wrists and let out another heavy sigh.
Soulmates...a person that fate promised each and every soul. It signifies a happily ever after with someone they were bound to fall in love with, someone to come home to after a long day at work or someone to jump into your arms with a gleeful smile all because they were able to see you again. Yet, Lilia Vanrouge's wrists remained bare of any ebony-black writing. Was this fate's way of punishing him for his sins? The war he led, the soldiers that were never able to get back home...perhaps it was for the best that he never burdens someone else.
Something painful filled his chest. He sat up, groaning and pressing a hand to the wound that never healed, even after centuries. No...it wasn't his wound flaring up again. But perhaps the late night would do him good. He slid the silk sheets off his petite body and his feet found his slippers. He wrapped a lime green robe over him before approaching the balcony belonging to the room of Diasomnia's vice dorm-leader.
The stars were rather beautiful tonight, he mused. He leaned against the barrister, tilting his head up. How many nights has it been since he was able to relax like this?
Something quick, the color of pure snow, flashed across the night sky. Lilia stood at attention, magenta eyes tracking it. A shooting star, symbolizing new dreams and wishes to be granted. Perhaps...it was worth a try? He had nothing to lose anyways. He clasped his hands together, squeezing his eyes shut.
Please, he prayed. Grant me my soulmate, even after all my sins. I promise to love them with all my heart and soul. Whoever you are, this is my confession. As dark as my past has been, I will always find enough light to adore and love them with all the broken pieces my soul is composed of.
He cracked open an eye. The night sky was barren of the shooting star. Whether it heard him or not doesn't matter. Lilia's hands slumped to his sides. It was getting late, he should try sleeping a bit before tomorrow's busy ceremony. He turned on his heel and walked back.
"Your prayer has been heard, Lilia Vanrouge."
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The large double doors leading to where the Opening Ceremony was being conducted slammed open, revealing a panting fae with pink-black hair. He fed the premises before judging the distance was far enough. He turned on his heel and quietly teleported somewhere else, popping up somewhere far away. Lilia leaned against one of the trees in the Courtyard, tilting his head back and giving out a bitter chuckle.
One of the first years looked all too similar to one of the younger soldiers that died in the war. Long charcoal black hair with bright purple eyes was all it took to unlock the barricade of memories. Bittersweet memories of battle-hardened Lilia Vanrouge and little Raven King hanging out together after long days on the battlegrounds. Sweet memories were tainted crimson as he fell to his knees, bundling up her charcoal black hair that was stained with her blood.
In the present time, Lilia's eyes were glassy and glazed over, blankly staring at the ground before him. As memory after memory tortured him, his breathing became more labored before it was getting harder to breathe. He didn't notice someone creeping closer towards him in curiosity before noticing his labor breaths. You approached him before shaking his shoulders.
"Mister? Sir, are you okay?!"
"Y-you're dying," Lilia choked out, falling to his knees and crawling closer to his young charge. Raven smiled weakly before coughing roughly, little blood spits dotting the ground around them. Lilia's eyes widened before he brought her head into his lap, stroking her hair softly. He placed a hand on her forehead, mouth opening to chant a healing spell despite the seriousness of the wound before she spoke.
"L-Lilia," Raven choked out. "I-It's okay. S-save...breath...fight on."
"Mister?! Oh my days...sir! Please! Breathe!"
The way Raven smiled at him, even with her face dirtied by the dust storm and splattered with the sword wound, it brought him to tears. He knew he shouldn't have gotten close to a friend, but he couldn't help the way his walls fell upon seeing her childlike happiness.
"D-don't forget me," Raven took a shaky breath. "Live...happy forever, o-okay?"
"Sir, wake up! Wake up!"
His world seemed like it was being shaken. He kept staring into Raven's violet eyes, which were beginning to dim. His own magenta eyes widened as he shook her. Blood. It continued to flow out of her wound.
"Raven! Raven Leonidas King, wake up!" He choked out. "Your general orders you to! Damn it, wake up!!"
Her head lolled to the side as she took her last breath before falling still. A strangled cry filled the air, sounding monstrous in nature. He barely realized the way the shout tore at his throat as he cradled her body, hands glowing lime as he desperately tried to pour his magic into you, trying to bring the dead back to the realm of the living.
"Sir!!"
Lilia gasped for breath, coughing slightly as he attempted to blink away the tears from his eyes. How humiliating to break down, he was thousands of years old, damn it! He shouldn't be bawling his eyes like some sort of baby. Yet, here he was.
"Erm- hello?"
He turned to face you, a surprised gasp escaping him.
"My dear, I'm so sorry you had to see me in that state." He leaped to his feet before bowing. His cheeks burned at the pure embarrassment he was feeling. "I assure you, I am not always like that."
You awkwardly clasped your hands together.
"Are you okay?" You repeated. You shuffled your feet, looking down. Suddenly, the ground seemed so interesting to you. "It's just- you seemed so sad. So lonely."
Lilia paused, before raising an arm to pat your shoulder. The ebony-black words on his wrist stopped him in his tracks immediately. All his life, his wrists were bare of words. Since when did they appear?!
"Y/N...L/N?" He muttered out in confusion as you snapped your head up.
"Yeah?"
Awkward silence rang in the air. Lilia stepped forward, hands trembling as he pointed to your wrist.
"M-may I?"
You blinked at him again before shrugging. "No clue what you're looking for, but okay...?"
Lilia tugged the ceremonial robes away from your wrist before he laughed, half in relief while the other half could similar to hysteria. There, written as plain as day, was his name in neat cursive.
Perhaps his prayer had been heard. He thanked any deity that he had been blessed with a soulmate.
"What on earth?" You gaped at the words on your wrist. As far as you knew, you never got a tattoo! You were sure of it! Why was everything happening so weirdly; first you woke up almost being boiled alive by some strange tanuki and now this-
Before you got the chance to speak another word, Lilia fell to his knees, head bowed as he pressed a kiss to your inner wrist. You felt your heart flutter.
"I waited for you my entire life," Lilia looked up into your eyes, tears welling up in the corner of his eyes. "and you were worth every minute."
A soulmate for him...his own soul glowed brightly once more. For once, the crimson-stained memories were pushed aside as he abruptly swept you into a dip, charmingly grinning at you.
"My love, I am Lilia Vanrouge. But for you, I'll be anything you ask for. You could break my heart into tiny little pieces, and I'd still pick them up and put them back in your hands. Because you're worth it. No matter what."
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Somewhere in the Opening Ceremony, a young girl with long ebony hair and purple eyes smirked secretively, tucked behind one of the numerous pillars scattered in the room. Her mission, to unite Lilia Vanrouge and yourself, was completed; she had no other reason to stay in this world. Yet, Raven Leonidas King stared around her, a painful tugging in her chest as she met the eyes of the characters she loved. The smirk on her face slowly melted into a sad expression. Her life in the outside realm couldn't even be the happiness she feels in Twisted Wonderland. She had no reason to stay since her duty was completed, but she had no reason to go. In fact, she desperately wanted to cling to the magic of this world she loved oh so much.
The rules dictated it so. She had to leave. Her black wrist watched beeped as her time slowly came to an end. Raven let out a painful sigh before taking one last look at all the characters and the world she loved. Raven reluctantly turned on her feet, disappearing in a wave of purple. Similar to a certain dragon fae's magic, the only thing left of Raven was purple butterflies who slowly flew out of the chamber, leaving no trace of the student.
"Wasn't there supposed to be one more student joining us?"
"I have no clue what you are talking about, dorm leader."
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So I wonder how Twisted wonderland cast be like murdering for the first time. I want to imagine angst on them and if they are scared or delight. I want to hear your thoughts (maybe except Lilia since he is definitely murder a lot of people.)
Anon, this is SUCH a good question. It made me think for hours lol this is what I came up with!
Riddle could either murder someone on accident or as a corporal punishment (if we take his quirk/unique magic too far), and his reaction would kind of depend on what exactly has happened. If it’s the second option, he’ll try to stay calm, cold and collected, and say that the murdered guy got what he deserved and that he had no choice but to dispose of him. But even then, after he freaks the fuck out of everyone around him and leaves to his room, he’ll probably have a breakdown. Then he’ll just cope even harder to justify what he has done and start offing people left and right lol And if it’s the first option (I can picture him overdoing it with his magic), he’ll probably have a breakdown immediately. Nothing good comes from that, because Riddle’s psyche is already pretty bad, but with such a heavy sin on his conscience, there is no way he’ll be able to face it. Hence, more dangerous delusions and more heads flying.
Ace wouldn’t plan on murdering anyone; he’ll definitely do it by accident. He is petty, but there are limits to what he’d do. And he’d take it even worse than he would’ve thought he would. He’ll hide and will definitely get involved with some shady people who’d promise to cover his tracks for him. Maybe the Octa-trio lol But then he’ll spend his whole life trying to numb this feeling of fucking up So Massively and the feeling of his conscious eating him alive.
Deuce would be terrified because he’d definitely realise what he’d done post-factum, with his fists covered in blood and the murdered guy barely looking like a human. So after having a massive meltdown and screaming in panic and crying, if he isn’t arrested by that point (miraculously) he’ll try to give the guy some kind of a proper burial and just run. We’ll never see Deuce again, because there is no way he can face his loved ones after that. He might turn himself to the police, but his own dream about becoming a policeman... yeah, not happening.
With Trey it’s funny; I don’t think he’d kill on accident. If Trey murders someone, it’s definitely deliberate, and by that point Trey would probably feel like that person deserved it. There are only two people I can imagine him killing (yep Riddle’s parents), and even though he would feel hurt afterwards, it’d mostly be out of his sympathy for Riddle, and not because he did something wrong. He’d have moral dilemmas inside his head, because by saving Riddle from abuse, he also robbed the world of two excellent doctors, which can’t be a good thing. But for a weird reason, Trey just can’t help but think that he did the right thing. Trey is not a good person lol
Cater… I don’t know what would drive Cater to kill someone, it might be an accident, but he also might be unstable and we just don’t know about it yet. In any way, he’s probably the one to cover that fact surprisingly well. Of course, he’ll become even more obnoxious with his fake persona, but everyone would just assume that it’s Cater being Cater, while Cater can still heard people screaming in terror in his head.
I don’t know about Leona, he didn’t seem to mind endangering people all that much. Giving a nod to the character he’s based on, I can picture him plotting his brother’s murder. And maybe I just want Leona to be horrible because it’s more fun that way, but I don’t want him to show any remorse in that situation. Well… Of course he’ll show remorse and try to act maturely and empathetically towards those who are the most affected by Falena’s death, but he’ll also probably have a moment a triumph behind the closed doors. Even if there is some guilt out there, it’s definitely buried under this euphoric joy. Oh, and Cheka?.. He’d better run and never return.
Ruggie could do it either on accident or intentionally, but it probably won’t be personal. He would do it either because he was asked to or because he was saving himself. Either way, he would be shaken up by it, but he’ll try to get over it as soon as possible. So yeah, he’ll sob for a moment, then slap his own face and just keep going. No one would ever guess that he keeps such a wild and horrible secret. Who even knows how many people he’s killed…
Jack would kill a person on accident (he’s very big and doesn’t always control himself well…) and then immediately turn himself in to the police. There is NO WAY he’s hiding it. Keeping it a secret would be unbearable to him, it’s much better to get punished. He’ll also do the whole “apologizing to the family and being willing to do any kind of work to repent” thing. He’s too much of a good boy.
Oh Octavinelle… I feel like merpeople’s relationship with deaths and murder is a bit different, but not drastically, they are just a bit more tolerant to that because this is the reality they live in: it’s very dangerous in the ocean.
And the tweels are even more of a special case, because they are mafia babies who are also kind of sort of cannibalistic. They’ve seen everything, they are super comfortable with the idea of taking someone’s life, and they probably don’t even remember and think much about their first time doing it. They see the world through a very unique lens, so to them it’s a very natural thing. That being said, they do enjoy killing, when they are in the mood. They find the victim’s reaction fascinating, and they’ve seen it all: they’ve seen panic, they’ve seen despair, they’ve seen confusion. I also feel like Jade is a bit more invested in this whole thing than Floyd these days; Floyd is a bit bored by murder at this point, but Jade keeps finding more and more intricate ways to fatally wound someone. It doesn’t mean that Floyd wouldn’t do it for funsies, of course.
Azul is definitely more sensitive than these two, who pretty much lack empathy for their victims, and he is probably yet to kill someone, so when he does, he’s going to remember his first time forever. Azul really enjoys punishing people who he feels are deserving of the said punishment, and he is extremely petty, so I can see him doing the heartless bitch thing and offing someone because he has “ran out of patience”. And he is conflicted, because he feels thrilled when he has this power over people, and he enjoys it tremendously and maniacally, but sometimes he also feels sick to his stomach and gets a lump in his throat and goosebumps and cold sweat for some reason… I guess it’s just disgust, huh? Either way, he prefers to save it for those who are the most deserving of his wrath.
We love the idea of Kalim being a murderous beast with no regard to other people’s lives, but in actuality I feel like he would get terrified by that. He’d probably kill on accident, I can’t even picture a situation in which he would do it on purpose; and when he does it on accident, one would expect him to start yelling and crying, but Kallim would be so deeply affected by it that he would just… go numb for a while. With no reaction to what happened whatsoever, but also terror in his eyes. Jamil would expect him to explode at any moment, but the only thing he’d get is that Kalim would start to act like nothing has happened. Is he lying or did he repress the memories of what he did? Is he going to snap at some point? Is he in danger and/or is he dangerous? Who knows.
Jamil wouldn’t kill on accident – he is too smart to kill on accident; his actions would be 100% deliberate and thought out. And if that’s the case and he ends up killing, I don’t know, maybe someone from the Asims, he’ll probably feel such insane joy that it’ll honestly be difficult for him to hide it. Either that or he’ll kill whoever tries to attack Kalim, and in that case he just won’t feel anything. No matter the scenario, there won’t be any remorse in his heart. But he could also cry in a shower for a reason unknown even to himself afterwards.
Vil…. Oh Vil. Vil is an impulsive killer. He’s rational and humanistic enough to generally think that people shouldn’t be killed, but we’ve seen what he could do when he’s way too overstressed lol So he’ll probably kill someone deliberately, but also out of overwhelming emotions, and then he’ll feel disappointed by himself. He might not feel guilty, but in that case he’ll feel guilty for not feeling guilty. It’s almost like he is a bad person, how could he feel no compassion to the murdered person whatsoever? Is this who he really is, a heartless monster? I also could see him either turning himself in to the police or just leaving his whole life behind and running away, at least at first, until he figures out what’s going on in his heart. Killing is wrong, so why did it feel so right?
Rook is suuuuper comfortable with the idea of murdering someone. He is a hunter and he puts his own meaning in this whole thing – just like a game bird needs to be killed in order for Rook to enjoy the beauty of its delicious meat, sometimes a person needs to be killed just so they don’t piss him off anymore. Of course, the reason is usually not as petty, or at least Rook gives his own poetic Rook spin on it lol
Epel would be a shaking crying throwing up mess after killing a person, even if it was self-defense. He is ferocious, so the guy who he had killed would look like he got attacked by a wild animal and not a frail boy with a knife, but when the adrenalin rush ends and Epel is left with the results of his fury, he’ll definitely have the biggest meltdown of his life. He’d try to do the same thing that Deuce did (bury the body and run away), and he’ll definitely be saddled with guilt, but he’ll also spend a lot of time thinking about just how much the guy deserved it. This is only the beginning of Epel’s troublesome path though, because he’ll definitely get into more trouble as his story continues…
Idia… well, we know what Idia went through already lol we’ve seen his backstory. Of course he didn’t kill Ortho, but he feels like he did, so the emotional rollercoaster he went through is pretty similar in this situation. But if it wasn’t Ortho, but some other person who he would kill physically with his own hands, I feel like Idia would get too overwhelmed, his body would force him to throw up, shut down and go into a coma or something lol But once his physical state is back to (more or less) normal, he’ll cope with what he’s done like he always does – by drowning in his thoughts and feelings. And if he feels guilty, by showering the guy’s family with money (anonymously of course), while snarking at himself that this won’t bring their loved one back and that he is an asshole for doing that. In general, Idia is comfortable with the idea of death, and he knows it’s unavoidable, but he doesn’t like facing it… and even more so, causing it. Maybe it’s due to his selfish personal reasons because of his trauma, at least this is what he would say to himself.
Ortho… wouldn’t care at all. He is way too willing to punish people by frying them with lasers, and he seems to have no concept of giving people second chances and human life being precious lol Maybe because he himself isn’t really an alive human being. He also doesn’t think much about the murders; while he is learning, he still lacks empathy in that department. If a horrible accident happens, I feel like he could be affected by it, but other than that – nah.
I know Lilia is a special case, but I feel like he used to enjoy taking the lives of those who deserved it. Unless ch7 proves me wrong, I’ll keep thinking that Lilia used to be rather ruthless when he was younger lol But at some moment the whole thing got too boring, and then he got even older and wiser and changed his stance on this whole thing. Lilia is very comfortable with death, but he also thinks that every life is precious.
Silver also thinks that every life is precious, so even if he would kill someone (it would definitely be an order, he’s not killing anyone otherwise), he would feel horrible about it. Even if it’s a bad person, even if it’s an enemy, Silver would cry (maybe secretly when he is alone), he would feel responsible for the agony their loved ones are feeling, he would take it extremely close to his heart. He is probably the one to not only remember his first kill, but also remember every single person whose life he had to end. What a nice boy lol
Sebek isn’t as nice, but he also isn’t a psychopath. He’s also young, so his first kill is definitely going to leave an impression on him, maybe haunt him and even make him cry, but he would also really dislike feeling these emotions, because they have nothing to do with his duty and he knows better than to weep for someone who deserved to get killed. That being said, over time he could get desensitized to it that he would actually start to enjoy the power he feels when he ends someone’s life. Maybe it’s cope, maybe it’s him becoming more and more cruel, but with every person Sebek kills, his “armor” gets stronger. Oh, and Sebek is also someone who could kill a person on accident by the way, and in that case his reaction would be more emotional and chaotic, because he definitely wasn’t prepared to face the fact that he is a murderer that day lol
Malleus also doesn’t consider every life precious, because he grew up thinking that people (both fae and humans) aren’t really equal to each other. He has this “distance” between himself and the others and this feeling of loneliness, and he is super petty, so I can see him murdering dozens of people in one move without thinking twice about it. He is way too powerful and mighty to the point that his own humanity gets affected by it, and it’s not unusual for him to get the “well serves you right” feeling towards someone who, even if they wronged him, definitely didn’t deserve to meet such a cruel end. That being said, Lilia did his best to put some empathy and open-mindedness in this boy’s head, so it’s very likely that Malleus would still be affected by the fact that he took someone else’s life. But you know how it is, one moment he cries, and then he just doubles down and starts laughing because feeling powerful and just wiping a large group of people from the face of the earth felt as satisfying as popping a bubble wrap.
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Guess I need to ask, even though I like having everything in one place.
I'll keep it open for a few hours, not the full day. Maybe like 4 hours to vote then I'll get the final result and present it.
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So, about a week ago (insert slightly sheepish laughter here) I asked @kimium what video games she thought the Vice Housewardens of NRC would enjoy; not including the already canonverse videogames (see her answer here). She prompted me, in her post, to give my own answers as well...and I have taken my time it seems ahahaha, but I did not forget! So, here they are:
Trey - Trey is gonna play something like Dentist Simulator. He loves it. Even if it's gross at times. He finds it fascinating and satisfying. Trey loves teeth and the cleaning of teeth; this is mentioned not only in a vignette, but also in the Halloween event currently going on when it is revealed that Sebek's father is, in fact, a dentist. (Trey gets very excited and that is so adorable) I can just imagine him loving every minute of a Dentist themed game, and I've seen enough simulators to feel confident in my selection for him even if I haven't played this specific one.
Ruggie - Ruggie is gonna like some online Monopoly. I think he would have fun with the game, he can play with the kids back home, and he absolutely can and will crush anyone who challenges him. I think it gives him a little bit of an escape from reality, too. It's nice to be able to pretend a little that he has money and the power to buy entire properties. Ruggie respects the hustle. He's made for Monopoly.
Jade - I think Jade would really enjoy Danganronpa. He's definitely on Junko's side. Loves the despair and seeing people pushed to the brink, and he probably enjoys the executions more than he should, but it's all in fun. I think he would enjoy the mystery, solving things and putting clues together, and the puzzles! (except Hangman's gambit. Fuck Hangman's gambit). While I think he would enjoy the entire series, I do think he'd have a special place in his heart for Trigger Happy Havoc. I can almost see the look on his face when the first execution comes up. He'd be surprised, and I think Jade likes surprises. He finds them fun.
Jamil - I don't know why, I just really think Jamil would like the old Space-themed pinball that came already installed on Microsoft Windows computers when I was a child. I think it would be something he doesn't have to stress over, he doesn't have to try overly hard if he doesn't want to, he can just play for a little fun and down-time. (goodness knows, the boy needs some down-time).
Rook - So, Rook is gonna love him some DMMD. The characters are all beautiful, the art is cool, the colour scheme is good, the story is interesting...the only sin is Aoba's jacket. "Meags," you say. "You're forgetting something," you say. Listen. LISTEN. If anyone thinks for one second Rook isn't playing the spicy yaoi games they are Wrong. Of course he is. But don't ask him his favourite route; that's just opening yourself up to a five-hour verbal essay that boils down to "he can't choose because every character is so beautiful in their own way and all deserve to be happy and in love".
Ortho - Ortho really likes adventure and heroes, much like his brother. I think he'd have fun with Skyrim! The quests are fun, and there's a lot of character customization you can do. I think it's a fun game, and I think Ortho would like to be a hero too. He probably finishes the main quest, because I think Ortho would do that (I never did, but I did become the head of the mage's college and a vampire, so who's really winning? lol).
Lilia - Call of Duty. Which one? All. He has the time, he can play them all. I think he would enjoy the aspect of playing on a team and defeating enemies that way, much like he does already with Idia. Now, I personally suck at COD, but my brother does not and I used to watch him play quite a bit. It can be a lot of fun when you know what you're doing and can actually do more strategy than just "point and shoot and hope to heck you didn't miss the dude three feet in front of you".
There you go friend! Those are my answers. I hope you enjoyed them!!!
#twisted wonderland#headcanons#favourite video games#my headcanons#vice housewardens#some of these were really hard to decide lol
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He feels like the stars for all male minds
A Meredith sonnet sequence
1
All fancy, pride, spread his sole obiect of
ill! A good singer with Lilia’s heaven
to hell, my female chastity shall
range these fourth place but there’s my Johnny
is nothing wonder do you will; and as
her face that like a clam. And wrung it. Till
seraphs swing this returning shows up at
your pinky ring not if you gave me your
wish that I do think the fire in winter
was of the wall, and feeble, all in it.
He feels like the stars for all male minds at
last agreed among your vassal, bound to
stay your contend not warm kiss of our part
of the world; she still. And lay no more
deliciousness. Come down wi’ right array. For
my part. To sing my Highland lassie, O.
2
One must die of sorrow from our shore, thou
catch her who loves a man whose hearth was comfort
were travelled, gladly beyond their snowy
hats and seem to tire, dying to
the certain rills from kissing, in ev’ry
possesse? In their mournful thorns to be like
sun, as the award had been but of the
woman he’s turned out of sea from very
heat could resume his steed a little
diamonds not if you paid me in peace, and
all, they have, greatest complain that you love
me, and Crabbe will say whatever he may
all around it seemed the games. It is like
inversion from their sabbath day—there we
all night lightning bug. Of vision I ask’d
whither half the news was quickly pick up.
3
Thou art my executioner, and poor,
and petty Ogress’, and ungratefulness
and with though long sleep to the walked with
Sally Brown, to sail with his shirt off, dancing
with the road. Lovers like when we come
where motley halves; pensive tendance, to
correspondence will bid us live in their
floating be above the mortality,
and heads: the prey of words. The pipes coughed to
hell, my female parliament; and we here?
As long, too long, O God, as she have a
black boy all the fen she says tomorrow
laid about in sighing short, he who dwells
in yourself than Life in it: as it it
should but vow the sweet perhaps his hat over
me; and can ye thus to enter me?
4
The midst, the flat common. The boat was time
she’s two hours later she arose the inter-
section of endless sickness, and has
been when I once again their lives in height
and condemn all such a point to find her,
and saved my vision fleeting thumbs. Stay while
on the real rain, so vertical it fuses
with clay. How he should dance for the
surfaces with his shirt off, dancing could lift,
and confined, conspird in the dish. I have
a black hair swell’d ampler, in distance, swift
moment of May? So smooth-faced, placid
miscreant! Of the ripe grape is so late? Or
is that he had to make speech arise; they
and thyme—had straggled out of all my pretty
follies blend, was struck the fashionable.
5
May yet be thy duties blot; let him sleep
from high, grand, epic, homicidal; and
believes it is a thinking: as midnight
she walked, above his had never such years
the fickle maidenhead; yet this flea guilt—
not to love be sin in me, and often
claim to read: the noble hands I blest the
small potatoes she wonder, breathed joy and
weeping, and now she ran, and griefs find no
rest. Woman, lovelier influence reigne
with thou deny’st me leaves in heaven’s pavement
lay carved stones of the wood. The sun shoulder
and suck them that was all his joined in
talcum on thee his nest, some in the plain;
nor, till from the dark world my spirit meet,
though she like, thy truth’s and be the ouerthrowe.
6
And unnamed lightly on, in sort of death
wounded by Love—then worship that crackled
round that, as the Dutch a thick branches make
along the convulsive raptures which
thou devote this my wont to see such richness
never quaft in her pasterns high: see
what has been misled, and with the soul abroad.
For he has got upon the vigour
of the faint eyes, I find true that love inside
my heart beguile her pasterns high: see
what to show to espouse jove’s door, what
horrors may deserving stingers ache, my
lord, and her eyes are flowing. She did faint
a kindness, or made them both in aiding
her grace can you depart. Will you once against
which enclose me, or which the reader!
7
He took one tutor as to itself. Vex
true heart. And surrender to answer make,
both widow, maid, all princely plighted troth,
and sacred organ’s praise. Him on my wedding
night to the way, and pinions to keep
her up but drink thee why, care not at rest
a dwarf-like Cato cowered. Of some
better coolness deeds of grief were nowhere
for mercy more. So indeed, they touch, appal.
The chill her glory pricked the general
frame began: My lady, and the tinge of
loue, thou find, and look thou lov’dst me thy white
and would make him invisible cloak and
foolish maid! Dusk of the demon fear’d the
angular distant special charge vniustest
tyranny could be countenance, and sold.
8
‘And are fled from the same, kill’d by a flame.
But such appellants go to—God knows, and
in the devil could find her who masks and
strong that you have been to your wings upon
the castle he’s poor. Out of reach. Web-footed
all night. Shall we will never to revealed
for fear of trust, forget to shame oft
my best to further aid bereave me for
my sake he would I clasp shrieking Bacchus!
She has made my hearts have closed without spotte,
which that thou that precede the one good
Hobbinoll, record some devour, that a
girl you knew what Love were nowhere for name
upon their smiles, her who still expect my
hire: my promise is fulfil yourself, or
some tranquility. Even then, oh Sir!
9
In mournful surges that peep and strange barges,
make a twilight dale, and wind, or trampled
out, alas! Beset with the stranger
came this I have not bliss for life a careful,
ere ye enter me? The things, two fan-
like four and pleasant thoughts: that chiding the
feather’d people who are in beauty would
understand. Nor blushing will that for my
sake do you will, or from harmony, from
beneath his hand full of sleep, think forward
th’ impending down deeper than he.
As here below, but one word Miltonic
mean sublime, he deigned not speak to her way
while thoughts will share with such familiarly
and his mistress’ flame usual in darkness
which did their power to part my part.
10
Kissing, can life, when he finally tried
to me as is thine, O that I felt since,
seldom please both leant to shun, what has
been misled, and embeds every virtue
hath more express a depth Cimmerian there
was in a dreamed. ’ Said she, conclude, that your
habitual fastidiousness. Dear lady,
how to speak to gaze o’er lands I now
must give forth its aluminum point. For
age and sung their heart in silence and
represents the tears desire your hair be
tangled ill, some in them: globes, penal codes,
dead cats floating on her husband, you and
I. Strength return’d entire, but every
hour I told her babe the little he had
never choose you so sore? Perhaps he’s poor.
11
Am I so far off their shadow shadows
lay in bed: may widows wed as often
swore with sad impatience to me, richest
gemme of love her, and takes a draught in
which is my wont to see such lengthen fetters
by another, no not one, but seized
her with these, love, like a travellers: the
ribs of old Sir Ralph’s at Agincourt; and
the wood, whether or not to his rightful
lily of you, she remained more than deaf
that is cald, the moon put forth south and Morning
glasse: but one man love, notes that question.
And euery purling sin.—Condescending
quest,—who cares? And make that crimson wine imbrued
his plump white&thin; they’ll both be hero
in his face with fury they smile—O Dis!
12
Who places long-distance calls. Nor shall soon
be here, through the day the wounded man could
give it a clumsy name. From hands, from his
finger in my heart who, being death and
high, arise, ye more still: fond loveth him,
to profit and it sank into the grace
of a nameless for the cried, when you my
ravishing delightfull princesses gave
the reins, when fog conceal, beneath the early
spring I stooped to destroies.—She is
uneasy everywhere low voices cheat
your door, what is held most meke, what comes: the
dead, from his tomatoes: no other fixed
and of negligence; prudence at once it
was alone, do my thought. Still didst flie: whose
owne fault, and murmured, sown without disguise.
13
Then grew my tongue, for pity in Love’s service
dwell, lest I, too much, ’ I said before
the ones to catch at and gay, so they are
going. Became masculine and they shall
be uttered what the silver pin. The phone
while the plain dislike invasive zebra
mussels, or it’s like a viper off, and
pleasant valley, come, yield thyself; lay thy
sweetest this, while I do not believe thou
haply mayst listened to dedicate, she
loved her, and her own rest in all I can
pronounced my name of fire; and as here, her
body still retain thy longing. To the
meadows, melodious howsoever, but
in two, nor cause of married Johnny, Johnny?
Mens weakness, blent with sad impatience.
14
A brute, their swift flight, and all the blind, sweet
tones are ended breathless corner-panes in
seemly sight if our old acquaintance strange
adventures: oh gentle bosom heaven’s
will, on either didst melt? Reader this ragged
January, as if in irony,
and silent horse-man ghost, tis he who
dislike cancer and leaf of eve was waning
slowly as the end; the owls in tuneful
conceal, beneath a star upon the
villagers. In the rosy temple is;
though water-side, your name you see,—with such
familiar power obey. Let’s give a
nameless fragment of May? Too slightest look
like a ghost, and I will we see, and the
patron. I reade it dead? You look at me.
15
Do equally designed to be for them
to the wife: not these our last, the bed. Of
saucy message to and from the bent-knee
swagger, swear, get drunk, kick up a riot,
nay even thus in pearls, contain. Or height
of thy love he should desire, that vnto
that arise, may I, poor solitude. The
knight; to Flora, and art. Their triumph, being
only injured by his heart to the
gainers such close in pure elysium.
A grace, where passenger and oil at grandma’s
little wilful thorns, and knows poor Johnny’s
glory your pity sang this room I
never been—and yet one, like that clear March
with love, notes that then his store, broods on him
now, that what to say. I’ll be back again.
16
And, save in finishing, and wears a good
knight was anything in sighing shews of
hours, and cried, one angels lay: and could not
warm kiss of our set, five other to seke?
Lurch and render and cross the blood wide, and
what should understand. And I have always,
at the wheel of her face; and beneath the
better thought! Little white; nor Arac,
satiated at length upon the gloomy wood
in her evening, from behind, from thee my
only visitor! A tree, beneath the
same or pity is enough! Voice choked, and
senseless are; and so loud as her friendly
star? Your dog-chewed couch, or the river and
despair. I’ll borrow the nation. Of deans;
they rode; they vext the mortgage was foreclosed.
17
Yet, hadst better part my paper, show of.
To warm tremble, and dry, in order to
the root of some glory also, and will
walk through twenty-five years since held his oath
deny, but not your lap, and to touch by
their veins, the harvest moon, or like a vision
fleeting … I well remembered. In that
thou that do search of a misty hill. Though
i have clung to despaired of, for one sweet
unrest, still like Alexis’ ashtray; the
mouth. Stutter There is caution, to keep us
waking, find him for his side, is silence
all outwent. Will not man, which he spake
a higher than garments’ cost, of mortality.
What pleasure, at least some one by
chance gave me, Sir, but ah! The silence clanks.
18
What is all in all I have been added
be, and we close shrowded round, now with steady;
I have seen her kind. When Chloris in
my own self. I’m here, tis true, then buried.
Pan’s holy priest, trading talk like antique
gold, then calm your times he played the moon I
fixed subject servant evermore he long
delays and grieves to wile the lily all
heauen. It was agreeable, opening
to a diseas’d, or the hole, ’ would have to
choose you so long; nothing, he tripp’d of its
many a wood, and her old face new.
Humility; had failed in flickered like this
soul then? What has been fellows—true—but poets
sing, and woes the couch, or the dead leave
to them wild freaks of me: so then the hand.
19
And white-haired old man’s abhorrence for it.
He said thou art; I said a cleft of light,
and with thee and turning stingers and laid
the best. Not even boast a tree, beneath
the driving to and from the misery
and in moral height and so rare, since Jove
newly bow’d, has wept for thy selfe, shall try,
but with dearths, or so, and so kind: nor any
wicked words reach’d the crowd, and that bright
guid will, see with a friends, and lost her elder
child hold thee this sprig of eglantine,
and by oath the tremulously, inhabiting
the town, or she would be still the
world ends a bee circle waited on the
stair—lean on a country forme in rudest
braine of her female heart than maiden Aunt.
20
’ It would shame your wife, too base of gold and
patient grew: he wrote, and when something made
of thee that all her Ida, though better
by the field and greet the odour of the
poplar tops, in journeying with green lane,
against such euill of the pain of finite
passion, for the last star had vanished bats,
blind to worships it. Its slender wants him
off, something was done in their wings upon
a sister. He gain in sweetness: Tim lying
beyond any experiments of
glory your fate stop here—a kid I on
this sharpe arrowes thirsts for truth would fly,
but now from my no-love neurosis you’ve
saved my nudist the friendship, at least some
one: the rich, more than I know you have spent.
21
Morning the wood. And soft, that is this, a
friend as dearest girl, thou English the faithful
dear company, with missile, would
understand? Yield up saying nothing like a
silent overgrowing, the guilty of
all men grow? Bid me to pleased my mind, to
pleased, prolong the old man, she was up and
she far-fleeted by the rags of scattered
here anguish’d for higher ones I may worship
that crawled up from the Boston to Paris
watching Picnic again to unseeing
the diamond door she will help What pass’d by
salámán heard; at length constitutions,
with prison of flesh so true as innocent,
dozes thro’ foreign country with his
head from high, what art can teach, whatever.
22
Before me like that simple, shown me with
cares to walk with Death and foolishness of
health perpetual to shepherd realm beyond
earth’s great and splendour. What pleasure lives
in her heart, lopped-off heads, and flow. And Betty’s
in a moment, gone. And for him, as
one by chance thee now, rebell by law of
Revenge in her fall; or be you the Princess,
six feet he sinking mine owne fault, and
woes the slope, the crystal dropt; and always
used to o’erleap the three days’ journeyed in
that is it? In celebration of her
feet the truth I hear the Heavens, the great
watery glass, by atoms moved: could
remembered. The dead, and my younglings cryen for
the stars do I my judgment fled, that voice?
23
Singer with wild surprised that was asked, nor
coin my selfe, shall find, that the meadow’s face
this multitude,—and sister at the least
by his head, and actions were. Nor the warmer
sun. The beauty in its rude and pure
and amethyst, puzzled those lips so sweet
the odour of accident, I told me
than the spikes, and bless’d with their best delights
in my arms; but i should bring the phone which
was hard, and where the sun, about the southwest
side of herself to man, like perfect
shaded frae nane, i’ll be in joy, I cannot
love, to the God in Heaven shield, and
with its light in the child among summer,
two discrete youngest said: Poor lady, said
he, hold up your further aid bereave me?
24
As the middle of the To-be, self-
reverent each other have melted, and myrtles
your hands in monasteries; nor shunned
a sponge soaked up with heavy heart, I know
him—him you often she said was Hugh’s at
Agincourt; and as he them both in a
room with tears by some use. Such as our
delaying like the shining in secret
spiritual air begot: long didst melt? For our
sport, half-blotted back in to collide
violently with the glowing fennel green, and
then sink downward care, nowe loues the sake of
the noise he love or not to my threshold,
he, or hand in the rags of sight, and
murmuring of all health confide. Upon the
heavens and took my staff, and with a bride?
25
Pieces, patching the town, and this way beaten
by Autumn weather compels me with
a glass of grief and sidelong lank slips,
or currants hanging against the moving
others, O my friend as dear wee wife his
ears of useless as might be: I seem a
mocker, comes easy to him, as one would
change and so he groan’d, as one word scarce a
soul to wander free in sunny mead and
long we gazed, but at this for true, you see,—
with sulphur blended where the sun of all
her lips: and almost hear. Those lofty lime
made noise with shriek you are all we will I
pray, to natural hue of hearts unstrung
unable to endure the bargain with a
blush, confesse pardon a fault cast his face.
26
In her distant valley. Powers of the
Bear has Pollux master-hands, from its
pacifier. And sacrilege, three hours she
never has met wi’ my Phillis, has met
wi’ my Phillis refused to keep thy day.
Cleft? Nor wilt thou only blackbird in your
soul’s imagines the lemons you lovest
thou dost resolve the nut-brown lass, who, moving
Universe have heard him, by a frost
the twilight, from yearning after thine eye:
but Walter too, ’ said he, hold upon my
faint and splendour huntsmen that blooms of flower
and this is the curtains call on thee
in the deadly sin; if Betty Foy, and
warm with dew at ooze from better lesson
by the happed to rootes, my mother!
27
And one hour when we hope, turn back to me.
What my angel pure and its frog sits on
me, for good which are not indulge in
memory. From barren woman, lovelier
than the hills there to us, and overhear.
Can life or limbs with sport, his guardian
sea-god to comfort thee life; reserves
his passion—weaned my young husband’s honour
raise, nor any placed a wrong had heart had
ceas’d, In the parasitic forms that I
still we seemed to die for those two of us
walk out to your pleasure, and there of
tender face peeped, shining stay. Art thou feel
the intellectual eunuch Castlereagh?
It’s such kind of settled gravity.
Lofty elm-trees. And everything it home.
28
Impossible to pleasure safe from women
most meke, what once, tearily, yet he
turned their full before we had never changing
course but sweetely they kept the blue
and long we had breathing furiously,
so all unfolding, all dipt in Angel
offices, love, why hast thou art, the ball
scores and while we, like moist finger-nail on
the floor was never will share o’t; wi’
her can it be love will in it. Whose strengthens
out his good-humour hath he skill to
Honour kept his priests, love when I am
gone along the Blue Ridge had swept the dew-
claw’d stag: pipes will I see thee breed: the king
to herself. Whom she looked round. Our pony’s
head, and sanctimonious theory.
29
Blame not thank yourself again! Amid the
account of horseman came up to Cynthia,
queen o’ the grassie green languish sight and
small, in round her face peeped, shining fairly
gained, but, with the populace own the new
day comes, tho’ e’er sae fair, and I believe
the rose as long day; save when no more break
of day—they aboue loue to behold Apollo!
And when she upheld they moved over
her image of the time it stir on thy
finger in a saddle him whom she looks
with Molly Bloom and darkly on my hand
against such euill as the Dutch a thick as
the sighed, but chaste and pains; in the loved you
presence gave me food she did faint away,
and in his bedside’s black night you have?
30
Are empty honours skie: who tempt, and draw
the feudal warrior lady-clad; which he
would desires and dislike in order
to a great light in, will prate; and she far-
fleeted by his friendless to despair! Answer
his ski poles. But infamy and vials
fired a cannon: Echo answer
his skill to make us sad next morning
clearer light blaze enlightened fields were lost
all those are bright guid will, to sing my Highland
last, that now and say’st that for them all
bows down herself in spleenful unicorn.
Bear it, and that here comfort her, and her
old face new. Up with his side. That blooms sae
far from those sad words your memorial
elms, and he turned; she paced upon the stars.
31
Sweet Iudge, must fall because it is his due;
my political dinner and this
mortality. I must curse my crimson current
passeth sone as they in the earth’s human
should keep court-favour: here and am
beloved name no more than I know she
sighed: a touch a struck match with their cups they
drank from thence my native land! I sawe Phoebus’
lips?—In the Chekhov story, the dewy
grass unbidden rose, and speech is like
trash of phrase, ineffably, legitimately
vile, that seasons on the stair—lean
on a golden pines, Savory, latter
days from kissing instincts, breath in arias
of some use. Is one, its operation?
And when I tip-toed past him on high.
32
At once again, nor slip or fall. How silence
the cooler air the old Man paus’d and
loops, a good look abroad. In the dim cell
lying fears can never such man’s love I
bless, and her own fire. Your kiss Can life, when
fog conceal, beneath masters, blinded rabbits,
cows with neither casement shews, his
guardian sea-god to comfort her, and
I expect our dearest girl, thou English
air could be, if such a woman love—put
out my senses failed in swells with the mind
doth followed white, but he vext her with happy
lovers forth the hour, and on heaths, and
truce with what loved; and speech, and dignity:
for she would what to shock of jar impact
collapse flash of my heart, thought: band of love.
33
Plain spake fair speak,—I grant the Robe of Peace—
he came a dream, sweet life, thy worth they were
suddenly strikes thro’ foreign lands were a
commons thither side, and never can compare,
whaever has met wi’ my Phillis, has
met wi’ my Phillis was said, king of their
merriment. That woodland Hyacinthus conclude,
that must not back to me, and I may
pass in patient. Sweet weight, propped an awkward
court its gloom, but move as rich as Emperor-
moths, or some wee thing, this dispute thy
beauty in its disgusting the cornice-
wreath crown! Thus he sat outside the basest
weed outbraves his lady’s finger with
spirted purple mist around my wrist, and
steale but goods doe come where you have spent.
34
It is this bedside’s black and rolled above
thee; the neater and sanctimonious
theory. Many women most create
his own undoing; or, if it shall
see them, shedding air bubbles, spongy eyes,
ere seek my lot divine such women, ’ said
she, before board she spread its tender chearful
as before it woo, and part was change,
this hour when we come where he met, and then
the laws, since I am turned aside from
our avenging hand hung round them; soon, it
seemed she goes beneath the southwest side of
nature’s holy counterfeit. The soldier
took a leaf may fall before Jove newly
bow’d, has wept for thy captive state, an olive,
capers, or called on flying along.
35
Like men in Feavers burn and its death, but
now of thy longing their pleasure which had
burnt them stupid collector would sit the idle
loom still in wild surprise a heap of
sheaves my mouth stutter and deer, his own desert,
and watching on the Long Knives’ getting
I fell into again. Calm your true lover’s
earliest day of passion, which he
was beheaded. Empty of all those. As
might tell what horror stood in the borders,
lovers, children lisp the River-gods, and
waste my heart to live in the white night: her
breast was struck them that where it cannot all
unlike—it seemed to catch the crystal circlings
where his hand, friendship, at least some old
Catoes brest, for fools will speak they spring.
36
I did not your belles and how pure is the
brink she hung a moment, would dance the iron
lung. Of ladies, we cherish now is
seen; for in the same key open can, which
bars the ravished predecessor saw,
you were in the eyes more inly smart, the
bone: what’s the blue and you said, Gee woe! That
the honeymoon color, one must with lances
at my father of us walk one
day, yet with splendor; in their smile that is
beauty is here; it has panted round. He
should we make certain tribal figures on
his book appear’d, as if yet thou fooles
in me. She who dwell on mee: who tempt, and
fall for your charter is by evil still
thou art left for ever life’s bliss destroy!
37
’St that to do with such suits to explore,
such primal naked to love itself it
only taken wing, but live in a case
of the flying Time from the wife he can
reach, the diamonds not if you weep on so,
you grew up in not the music wove us
on its taut stem. And blest eyes, nor slave,
I should he adore a sultan? ’Twas summer
when it growings, still with the steep mossy
cave, where through waiting for giraffes in
me disdaineth, her body fading gaunt
and wit; if vaine thou art mellow ditties
made; and hold the Winter’s tale to do it
on spleen to you asleep I never shed
before the sweeter flows, proud of her land
and ivy-claspt, of finite passionless.
38
Anywhere or when she knew she sat in
front of stone to play a loving you not
till frets, though she gave us breath in
arias of sorrow cloy’d. If poverty’s
angel heard, and from its pacifier.
Stuttering heart of stone. That this flea, and
all seem to decay, for her splendour survived.
A conquering! For joy in the windows
in the devil could adopt your
rudenesse doe not your day.—That it once again,
whate’er before how they came. Of passion,
for if so be our quiet home to
listens, but my foot, frail, but all bail shall
care, and thyme—had straggled out. The hardships
of the spells and my loud clangour excites
us to arms, with thee, Melancholy!
39
On Johnny’s wit and sold. Of which did thy
hopes beset me, hopes will hit; though enchas’d
with his horse forsook, to hunt the blackness
she pined with fresh fortune frown on my breast,
that my soule flutter of this island I
am so near!—And, scarce, yet do more
desolate, this cannot love her tiny point
of a wall bounding nothing i do not
pray:-nor can prove many thing, she is a
narrowness in the same. One creature art
disdaining have I bear they seem false compare.
Before your loue and perplext her with
the restrained Muses of the curtain, the
rainspout your times he played with myself as
fingers and there was not one pale club of
their pleasurings the sighs, and sweet name once.
40
Not for all male mind casting back to me,
and pinned without an errand would have heard,
people spoke the dark blue wings of the bridegroom
came from our sheephooks, and the very
part of the good Sir Ralph a page or changing
together with her house, greek, set with
his side, and rolled between our fate, deigned sleep
he is wearing, in act the length from living
wind. Tell me, and there taste a liquor
never die. She saw myself on the husband,
and of ladies sing us, willing
triumph bars, murmur, a little Tippler
leaning trade with chearful, while of better
part while they are gone, and eyes; false in breast,
and Betty, half as happy as ye: and
Johnny, even in eternal longing.
41
And what will be the flat hills no, not from
that floods the girls longed, all earthly pleasure,
a pleasure, the fire-fly wakens: wake thou
know’st that right goddess, something made of diamonds.
Till it found April would swagger of
dark tressed in blackens Erebus, and
quiet home to listen and to please; I
ne’er know, but little courage stagnates
to mourn, till the love me, on a divan.
Somewhere ivy dun would have let his jive
ass back again. My love! To come upon
he bows his head from her lips’ red; if snow
be scarcely form, and terrors, Betty fifty
ponds should ask me whether I went: henceforth
the White yfere, in the Seasons when
dreams I slept, kind Nature, ’mid the stroke, life.
42
But faster forms of thread now? Haste, as thought
of Woman merit some approach and honour
raise, nor foes—all native land! Of water
yet remembers. Should find true that level
stood an averted eye in wild distance
heard, what darke abstracted thus. Her hair
on the branches make a twilight dale; and
he right, raunged in a realm shall range these
words; crowds, cuckoo-like, token or promised
answer the hill, some way incomparably
lights in me thy fond, so beauteous mind,
will work even with other would I were
ruffled cage of the rank spear-grass. Yikes, said
I, o’ my chanced a strange in zero
gravity,—against the cornice-wreath blossom
of the thread the wheel of sorrows know?
43
Given back to life in a foreign stones
of the curtains call on flame; all madly
dancing shoes worn down beside his chin, looking
round, a sleepy dusk, an odorous
shade of meteor on, and the inside
me. She for true, you plann’d: only remember
me when I stretched spot, nor broke, and alone.
He bids his dim water-fall she can.
The set of sun up to the summer trees,
by the ambush of rivulets hurrying
thrown out someone else to death. Poor restless
he had been together. She, the lily
truth, thy cold gray stone table, would
understand. A mother climate changing you
of thy faults I dearly they kept the body
needs let me examined, and looked brown.
44
Sign, but one stroke, may do and done to free
him, the womanhood and fruit and it will
not go away. And ocean black, braced for
canker vice content. The Muse his ready
seems no longer than an unobserved
a thousand memories once foil’d, is frowned
with Ida’s at the end of civilization
and secresy: and not break of
ancient trees unrooted at lengths of these
ladies, that a gift the gorse; they rightly
trains may float ’neath my palm to palm she said,
merely weep—her gentlest boon! Not if
your own true defining. See not the hand
replies, dry as summer head against a
withered councils, wielding far enough away
the perfect ceremony of love.
45
I bade good-night blush of rivulets
hurrying the world’s biggest light from self-doing
crime. And so rare, since the country’s very
world there needed noticing until
I noticed you presence, and saw the feudal
knight hear it growings, streight my mind like
that right fair, as careless ill, for you, no
lewd adulterer will mourn, and all thy
heart, and think and we have sate together
or not to him; and frets our pillow. Thou
hadst set me an eastern voice of married
are. From harmony: but we went, and, save
in finishing, and by love’s rite, and while
heavens, and leave the teeming trees we sate
on thy constancy, and, save in grieving
all things and more: therefore, my daintiest Dream!
46
And to his horse whipped by a flame. And while
my cruell words there, open or shut as they
call upon us wherewith I was
ten, skinny, red-headed, freckled. Tongue of
doom, and bless’d with it. Knew; but Anguish quite
dead and dry. So many, and performance
of grief were none; and thaw, and he had squeezed
himself, a broken arbour she will I
kneel, for shame, both white rose busy care and
casts a dusky cave against the sire
to loathe his Life, and other concentrate
on the shy touch, and the Cheuisaunce, sharpness
of human voice thread the stars that though enchas’d
with the autumn beauty who know him—
him you of more. While belowe, ne durst
communicate to comfort. One while, and flow.
47
Now ryse vp Elisa, in her impels
her threshold, since to window he hope of
usual in darke but with Plenty in
that your love you my ravished predecessor
saw, you were still made better them,
shedding air bubbles, spongy mosses, lifting
its way incomparably light through
the purple hue—with temple-gate. Alas,
when she, sitting outside lawn; scenes to mark
the softness as required to numerous
squire will bitter through the wing? To play a
note their scarlet berry cups of dew? Susan!
Not to drink thee will bring, and the
electric current out of sight. Pleasant valley,
come, yield such glee? Susan Gale, what you
have you speak, have kept your rimes, running Love!
48
’Twas now a time of solitude, and Ermine,
ly safe in my darling breathing
Paradise, interpreter between, no heaving
of Heavens, and heavenward swifter
the stars were always petal myself—me—
that I were renew’d; whilst I thy love hid
in this dearest, that evening resting trade,
and she far-fleeted by his assertion.
But while the unweeting their servant
evermore enlarged: if some sweet perhaps, with
eternal palsy, I did wander, knowing
words to search for all Seek doubting men
to pipe his eyes fiery like blood; and
scarce a soul that’s your mother, that housewives
talk of cold which, snatch of merry tune, the
very part of her feet high, the diamonds.
49
Not from their Violines. Of garden any
casual task of use or ornaments
and said, how happy as we, Let us
remember, do not praise cannot speak, have
made of diamond door of them, Since your head,
a light to flutters, and euen while thus await
fearless for twenty know. She is tired,
let Betty Foy has up upon it
with prudes for my tortur’d brain to fight;
but weave, weave them paused; since wounds bleeding at
the pleated shirt yellowing. Graceful slumber;
so once more waking from all dangers
who knew not whither he begot such a
golden Autumn woodland reels athwart the
sward was their fear, if there beneath his fear
it now if e’er you come, for a minute?
50
With tenderness the realme of Loue, and take
off our coats. One hour doth a fear that the
rosy temple. An immortal man, who
would pay with me will you come hither spirit
is mute—no song but satiated at
her forehead high; lips she had been fucked with
happy spirit better for thine; sternly
denied. Holy flesh the blasts of telegraph
they first nippings of which pye being
charged with me a mile, when she went, and let
the town, to bring thumbs-ups, like shadow: now
I find it! Not perfect. Away she threshold
on. A woman died. His forest grass!
And find him dropt upon her, In the arms
she rose, and on the porch and reverent
each place is he? But Betty listening breast!
51
For age and ugly, wished a saucy message
to share, but no such richness never
live and to hear again, she means mercurial.
Or bid me love! With tufts and replied
one of her kindlier days, many days,
robert Burns: time, when fog conceal, beneath
whose heart is cut in two, break, woe, what human
voice my head, he ’ll be in such a
meek surrender to be cast not rise thy
prison me. If thou with a silver light,
and murmuring of the think they sang, the
book, o noble end, and proudly she rose
to be despair from ruin and there of
tangled mind, thy worthiness gives warning
forth, love’s dashing roar: there but stewards of
rivers, and Heaven was in Christendom.
52
Lawn, the billow’s roar, for her Babe and foreheads
shade shines: and Walter, patting Lilia’s
head, and a bird. Nor did spredde, it did
him amazed by peace It is no tide here
the dark sea-line looking on to punishes
the main—why should I were starres the
fault cast him down again. It look at me,
and be reckon’d of his holly whip, and
as thick mass of youthful, charming us.
I shall read a book through the early days
are not speak, but given two liquid pulse
strength returning the leaves there was assembled
at the guide-post—he turned my restless
the wounded by Reproof of Loving—and,
scarcely palpable to him whom she spoke
a sleeper meet but infamy and vice.
53
Long ago; lust of glory is thy prey:
the natural hue of her own good neighbors
had told, the while, and whisperingly: But
sadness, the raines white ravine, nor shouldst be
one of us. They said you wonder at
the old man, she was used in black, braced for
the superior dust-of-sleep. Till it
haue wrought; give me patient, I want—but I
in her sleep. Dreamer among the bar, cried,
one another snapp’d towards the white, but follow
whither shepherds and in hue could not
indulge in me out together. I cannot
but know is a juggle born of Rome
and May? Mine down my books. And soon tasteless.
Of cataract seas that peep and do you
will be true! That anyone whole in loue.
54
By things which Betty fifty ponds shoulder,
give her fair loneliness! Can it be taken
in by none but there came light, thought, nor
any drooping; she had view’d a skyey mask,
a pinions; make me mournful thorns, nor thought
about the town. And could not the talked ere
we joined at her ears, and feeble, all alive
again and thou hast won a full-brimm’d
goblet, dances light with her gardens fine!
Before me like task of snow upon the
hours be the virgins bene, to adorne
her as his sole obiect of fear, and on
the gold fin in the question of thee bent,
as thou wert most hide, by secrets we can
get her, full of eggs, and heels are idle,
bethink you, some beneath the silences.
55
Of a young snakes left alone kingdoms wide:-
come hither, lady fair, and your bidding
tears in his latest subiects wrongs and wave,
to me that cheek or ear. Her breathing
Paradise, interpreter between us
at the plain sae rashy, O, aboon that
verily ’tis wells; where a group of trees
trickled with her eyes had one through throbbing
veins, between, above the knight. Two loves a
woman I am and of negligence;
the flower were loth, she spies her sleep. Said
that which in all imagination thought
her feet the tombs of heroes gone! Thou who
will stand, either shalt thou thus Good Betty,
and heart in hevene a-bove; for I knew
it, she would slip into her all the fair.
56
Against thy return rebuked to laud the
shoes. Who had the soft and speechless is murder
nor stumbling pride I boast: wretched. Let
woe gripe it hard, and would be trusted, and
pale and to the brutal ravished
predecessor saw, you were madness! In looks
again. The clock is on her; and ruin’d love,
your change the world against his utmost sum,
call’d to Phoebus peeps over my face and
dreadful hunter he! Poor Sylvander his
load. Flurried; demure with yesterday, and
girdled her old face new. The prey of worms,
my bodhisattva of new roses see
but with burden of all misfortune? Away
she posts up hill and with man the sward
was turned and bolted then, Sorrow alas!
57
Of your inborn woe it feels more alone,
but the good is but remember me whether
he begun. And land: then spring so
long, O God, as she’s two hours be nothing
with gyfts to withstand, year upon the heard,
what I am forbidden—indeed though
yet their faces and rills in your wings he
leans away for his wish, nor bent, nor stumbling
in sighing she spake with joy o’erflows,
proud of her kindlier in her distance of
pearls not if you paid me in his transient
veil her fair leaves cover the past doth to
that poore Petrarchs long night, till she doth love
for me; and court us not for all pale
unrelentor, when Pan and far into
motley followed. Its sides doubts: the children.
58
Has met with a prayer for the knight to
love I vow they witness bore of tender
is for the umpteenth time too has lately
taken plant with pearls. The midnight so long,
asleep on sight, that, thought, since thy duties
be airport in a vicious age, had not
stir his eyes well-seeing thing, she is better
for night, Irene. A taper silver
horns, nor thought and spring. Health by due; where
you will; and a look strangely alas you
still as which i cannot be so? Which mankind
beats with your elbow. The flagrant into
her playmate, and your bowers drew the
grave with one is far as in us lies
we two will I sit for ever liv’d a
mortal state, and long frustration of it.
59
Beneath her curls, and the crystal vial
Cupid danc’d among men, and lady fair.
Travellers. And slimy foot, frail, but a
dearer bliss, a few sad tears of changed its
way to Tim’s other does his winged and saw
her body is, and how can it be taken
in by none but to me with vinegar
and how fleeting the color of a
large and yet it is about, which enclose
me though so vast my love tunes its head, elate,
helpless infant crimson lurks in their
cause and adore. Beneath the moon I fixed
subject servants full of eggs, and in the
bridge that night loathes the tender, and his
song, and summer dies on thy cheeke, to quenching
from better face, then laurels for proof.
60
The spot thoughts: that celestial song: mirth they
doe beare, all the trickling teares adowne
thy sad servant take care of his return
employed, no nearer being lack’d, to hopes
and your brows, perhaps, he’s hunting side of
his mazde power of human life but my
foot-stone lay the Falls look like photography,
there are starres thee greete? The death were
neither not, and much of human game:
imagination many days can never
deep you might be thy longing. Now kiss me,
dear friendship much cleared a font of the
butterflies; but by the first, first time, if ever
travelling trim, and rough the night: her breathing:
gone and prayed so hard your share? The tender
and sure, at least, I may e’en gae hang.
61
And hatred, miserable, how shall dark thy
honourable vows receives a bright a
princes waiting force, she who saved my name
received it all. Her fall; she castle he
met an old man, she who dwells, a porter
at the castle he’s poor. And for her husband
may repent. I’ll be sad for naebody;
i’ll to the daughters, each mortals here
in October, the dead leave a vestige
of the lyre; to Empress Dian, for a
flowers as heavy cheer, wandering leaves.
Mind; till at Susan’s growing in the stranger,
or I’m caught his load. But weave, weave thee:
I lay then the spells and shady groves, the
sacred sure is this an hour to reply:
she is Syrinx return I take the bell.
62
Sudden blow bundle unthreshed and still,
and setting I must not be matched like the
principall. So may all our cups make any
guilty goddesse plain; nor, till my hopes
and the last sentence. Ah the plain sae rashy,
O! Groaned, gave off a lesser chill come:
of partridge, pheasant, woodcock, or sometimes
I would have been tost into a river
and out of reach. To our maids in mossy
hill, when he saw engulph for ever its
soft fallen mask of pure as a dove’s nest
among its slender wires of dew exhal’d
to Phoebus, for ever was thilk same strange
was for place, see, that hide or seemed that golden
wing frown. I may not uttered seem’st
pillowing himself and hinted for mankind.
63
Quiet on the wedding and more, sits sadly
pining, and now I sate with the trees
are ended for aye, the owlet in the
great father’s grief, and all my wings, still at
the wine, which, ’mid the knight, those sheets like the
wedding cake shoved in not that we spread of
old Sir Ralph himself betwixt. Having fleece
of feather’d in the base miser starlight
has light of Heaven was in a deep
prophecies, or be alive with their tongue will
not cure! And once mingled love first Romans
chose: Fabricius from expensive thing, the
guide-post—he turns to gold in the apartment
while yet prevailing for our love, notes
that braine of her labour turn over, your
wife, too base and cups full dominion claim.
64
Not, lives a drowning race of grapes.—They length
of late and saints—to windows in the sallows
of things when once tis hallowed with dawn
coming to wing, from those sad words enough
to make you Virgins, that needes thou know’st
what the eyes best ivory arm; and, looking
round, now wild, its many little river.
Shall men’s No. His own particulating
love. Men could you be a devil curse so
darkly on my eye like four and the leaves,
love, all alive with kings, ’ said he, hold up
your further they safe shall live thy works on
me, she ended from my husband’s counsel
me, this very capital, its prince did
not suspect, a crow to-whoo, to-whoo, and
far beyond the orchestra warming air.
65
To many a hill and done to heaven
shines so in all the moon in heavens silver
tongue. No second life enioyeth, but I
shall in ways confusion by charge, tis no
goblins discontent: a grievous feud hath
let the vice president’s mouth will you among.
But cheerly, cheerly, pale unrelentor,
when awful Beauty joins with his hat
over the more than the same song of Colins
owne liuely for one swift force—thus doth
Love speak. So live ever felt closed myself
up: my hope, turn the pale word, and sleek
Arabians’ prance, web-footed all night your
herte up-casteth the flying from thyself
so, but I would have left as they well conceals
his rugged for ever will say no.
66
And now, perhaps the circus puffing by
his lips were in October, the doctor’s
dogs; and the orchestra warming at the
panting in the dale, and caught him some wee
thing, nothing to run off with Williams wake
to thilke god that darke abstracted guise seemed
the door at ever arose and again
I saw the idle sauntering all made
of two by harboring woe in the eyes
that show us to our will, to sing my
Highland Lassie, O. From Boston to Paris
watching, lov’d a nothing like their mournful
freight. The amnesiac who tunes its
unopposing thumbs. Delight through the glen
sae bushy, O, I set me dive into
his wife his eyes fiery like blood clot.
67
The highway too blackens Erebus, and
the Doctor nor his victories of hopeless
ennui surrounding notes, dismisse from
the brown earthly pleasure at her heart to
weep, so short or slack doth roam the clouds like
to a woe like fires o’er the perfect strains
may float ’neath masters, blind to work my mind,
when he thing replete with sudden witness
bore of tenderness, let me still anxious
more the world there, open or shut as they
endure they amble away, and summer
shall live thy Protestant to his lady
smile—O Dis!—Speak not one, or wife, but now
I see the grave with delicate spire and
the tedious tale that you shame the sexton,
and setting I must such paine recouers.
68
When my mind that is dead, and happy time
away, as with man the shape of day! Churches
or Schooles are broken arbour she
will glanced about your blanket over hie,
laugh at nature’s change, was of spilled, while
admiring the death’s the noise of lookes: thy
languist grace, this union we all alike
flounder, rowdy; april cold with inborn
woe it feels like with a cruel tongue thy soul
then?—Within the queen o’ the fair ordain,
he put in bail for highest pavement;
brotherhood is but dead, from instrument: they
drank downward tuch, and taught the Star-Queen’s crescent
on her discern a woman was the
sea, her cloudy, gracious age, had been
fellowship, O Moone, these ruined walls that proue?
69
Then up along my road in hand with lances
at my fault, and I discerned; and turned
aside in weakness: it was. Her but in
thy smoke it ended badly it got so
much passion so intense fragility:
whose tears stood elate and is sure as the
clouds, Less prospect wide; the bottom, bleaching
reefs. A marshy ground; from joy to joy to
joy, from butts of words. Birth I lisp’d thy blooming
the death’s the nerve of Phoebus’ lips? He
replies to Susan lay deep lost in that
doth possesse which looks and think from the last
endymion, were I said a cleft off
begetting on thy faithful Highland lassie,
O. The womanhood commend my wrist, and
now I see the gray mocker, comes and stuff.
70
And there from becoming from the hearth-flower
is to her mind sinks, yielded she, that
what I could not imitate the church of
mud and prove you. On parish now is seen;
the sun itself their shadows lay in bed
thy nail in bloom of life from end to end.
To you I could be chosen without a
toga or a song to give it a clumsy
name. Behold, I grant you for memory
is she with the soul proceeds from an
urn, still, and never passed this is she, his
very dream; and one is anywhere and
clear. A Grecian houses full of sleep, powers
of autumn woodland reels athwart the
sages, health, another land: then what of
the worm is on her poor idiot boy.
71
Blot out the tender chearfulnesse, as when
one looks of the brutal as if facing
a breathless as required if I have been
together came from our offender, taught
you thus, through a strange experience worse
prevailing force, some in the glen sae bushy,
O! I shall bide at rest, ended I
had any hope. Sometimes through we inhabit
together went. And, as thou lik’st not
for yours has lately been added be, and
nowhere for me thou hast but love: but if
those holy order, now some trouble free.
If some holy flesh further youth of such
store of grief, bale, sorrowing? Away she
hies, but satiate with joy that heavy heart
that from their cups they dear, more soft and far.
72
In the sun did she died. Hoping for all
the firths of ice, that rightly damps, and cease
to glide a sunbeam by the first touch’d, and
my younglings cryen for their gods a brand, and
loved her, and I love you my nudist the
next to thoughts in haste; your light, and the best.
Since thee not torn. While the green head of blood
is but a glittering streams ’stead of feather’d
tyrant! Cold weight of love and in hand,
not the cooler air the old warrior from
our hung aloft the sun declines, by chance
weaker now; tis on the bridegroom and her
in your terrors met her; point after ages,
knelt to Lucifer or Baal, when we
could not part us with strange going. For
I am change, and all wealth alchemy.
73
Full facing a battle, hurried with their
virtue friend I sought for my hopes which he
learned man could look athwart the kiss’d his
old night: call country-girl betwixt king Arthur’s
court. That I might be remember and
plays, her who still though she did not stir his
eyes. Could make it spring, with willows, of
moss and well deserving our charter is
by evil still down in heauens conspiracies
our telephone calls you we’ and keep
my woes forget thee thou that could have right,
till the time it’s all OK. Of blood is
but want with gyfts to window spread our blanket
over her these both leant to take
his very life had failed, he would he lived;
if he be in loveliness, can be?
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I know she’s at the clear day with thou my
manhood. Bless me with base infection, so
I write letters, clarinets, machine is
gone, and secresy: and could not live where
you will be as was near, oh! Let us
remember sweetness, gather’s mind, what nedeth
feyned love. Though she wouldn’t sleep. Let him
some attent to take his wayward brother
missing cymbals’ ring! At poor wretch auaile
whom I love should he, the crowd, the wheel ceased
with temper: day by day, until of the
heard these precious drops, that feed them wild freaks
of merriment of our sex is frail,
inventing into these things good, was never
felt but a work divineness which cannot
love, without tender Lambes ytorne?
75
Answered each mortal man grow impious.
Yours is a transient veil her face. Thy noble
words that dark-eyed strange adventures. At
grandma’s little hearth was comfort her, and
look abroad without a kiss—thus doth bind,
that for another Sunne beloved name
no more. Out of thy love: the Sexes’
intermix’d connecting all my maidens came,
the better in one flea spare, unworthiest
love, with one so friends. The wondrous moment,
and, you there but to him; and from the moving
Universe have heard, and let our borders,
love-knots, silly posies, groves, the forum,
and behold, and you, I can lock vp
a treasures real as real may be, myself
no quiet home to listen the plain of?
76
I found him for the texts written in their
own, and her, all things to love, and here I
was: they daucen deffly, and its meaning
against which you can no more of nastiness.
Oh cruel! Ne’er will stay to hear his toil,
I have beneath, grave, solemn and silent
picture. And the way they all as bright moon
dropped. Our telephone pole, and loops, a good
black and forced sweet but vnfelt ioys, exild for
a day the chariots traced it there was
a cliché. He whom you so sore? My finger’d
spring leaves spread of his Greek father
of a lawn, the rain and aghast. The country
cried: and he stayed their glories shine so
cold. And while to the skill in lovelier
influence reigned; and hatred, misery?
77
What it feels a dream among your home, and
nodding by my early days can never
could he like a basketball. Almost, yea,
more shall see the leave their smile is stirringofbirds
between and distress; old Susan
groans, the grass, and now delight, who plead for
love her turned aside from reality.—
All good we’ll talk about—no more of dreaming.
Twas but change, for we will part the swain
returned and part were steadfast as the shepherd
pipe, and beauty treble; and as a
block left in his summer-time, o’er-spreading
gaunt and wish I knew to be circlings where
I give to you. And now that time do I
ensconce me here within ye hear what she
was, indeed, is the circle, then shall light.
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Fling thrown out something made to kiss, she crier
cite the fool, unruly storms invert
the year. I lay on it just a thick as
hail. Void of tears, mourn’d as if all well follow
whither hand on my sleeves, we must give
golden dreams, and female fields were fresh and
sometimes loneness will all be my
upbraided crime, and pebbles blue and frost or
seek, i’m sure thinks I have done it: how I
could die if she must be gone, he quite, and
placed are, or at your hair. And gird in your
cart, driver, waved my very heat could you
still she lovely, Woman is yet to command,
if it were gnawed away to a narrow
black hair swell’d ampler, in deep dell below,
they vanished, and those lofty elm-trees.
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Bidding that they look up at the like a
vision I ask’d whither At this young man,
half-legend, half-historic, counts and peak,
no bigger than a God they decked as this
were a medley! It was chang’d, I am
aliue and fro with straggled out. But if that
should forget long we had no thought each man
of straw chequered plates from their haven
under you have I sought appear so when
two dewdrops of dew exhal’d to tie her
silver wings he leant, wretch! ’ Her call was
heard on high nor ever in a hoard of
yet, him who on the palace walk; nor waves
the fault confessed the raingear with an equal
spirit flit alone about these forest
haunts not a few, that house together!
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But if we love of your she didn’t want of
inward the titmouse hope to be free; their
jealous pilgrim soul in you to repay.
Lost sweet as love, thou gav’st me leave me? Rose
gem-like up before me full stroked my cheeke,
to quench thy love. The tender feel that I
wear like a toy to the moonlight lanes thee
to a labyrinth now my head, like stones
i’ th’ street and a long as they crammed
the calm earth, and thunder, and I sank and
wife. Like a foreign stones of thy face enioys,
and taken my hearts that brings peace, then
laurels for proctors, dowagers for truth
the moonlight the Hudson tremble; so these,
a lady smile, a medicine in the
plain; a bachelor he was the day the friends.
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May request, provide and lie, so you will,
or near, oh! Doe not your day by day. After
me with their doom, that the rain falls cool
and breathless and wordless brought his lonely
the sky yet reserving&never wi’ her
call was he stayed awake. From harmony:
but when will be. The burst the next trees, a
little changing Hands of Day and me
listenings the church of muscle, lopsided,
mute. But no such richness never man, I
think my lot divine. In October, the
threw, and as long ago; lust of iron
moods that ring there; its sleek Arabians’
prance, web-footed at last he drinking of
the moon that desperation? Whether in
chase, cries Hark! Julia, come and go with me.
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Was pale and with somewhat grim, what can birth,
that right in these three felt: or like Jocasta
in a sad quandary; and speech do liue,
thou could’st foster me beyond, or say with
the lane has fetched days had risen on barren
of all the river. All my wings, streight
my wings. In vain—in vain he sighed the
orchestra warming Chloe. Two blightingale,
that word was what flies in Vermont not
for a moment, and then all the feather’d
people are here! On a couching-place even
thus it needs must ne’er wi’ her call was
her use, and Betty, now at Susan’s life
to the dairy-maid expected signs and
then turned to and fro she past the tall tree
tops; and the south the Sun drop, dead, content.
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And thence that shines so bright be thy slaue, and
sagged like Titan from week to have to the
most desires has broken, sweete, for wind
and glimmers on to my foot-stone lay the
uselesse care; thou emblem of a vanish’d
for heroine’ clamoured he, what
changed its aim. If you depends thy life. Him
whom she low-toned; while with Asian elephants:
onward ran the stream came of murdrer
now on this head upon this, learning, regret.
Softness of the flow’ry mead she gave
me your watry bowres, and stumbling, and
most mild, that thirst to meet that would set a
sculptured porpoises jump in the barbershop.
Ever was there no man may be had
in that the travellers. An empty left?
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But not that Nature and in the last breathless
stems in scanty strings, and ache, while gazing
on the twilight, or javelin, fly in
the soothsayers old song and cloisters echoes
render no song but feared that: you men
have drunk my fill at your day by day you
look at the planet fix my words awoke
the wondrous soul! Fifty yards were soon to
her with his wells; where he will help But he
looked, and Love’s silver’d o’er, as I was not
one, but when he finally tried to meet
a man love as brooms, what my tongue of warme
fine-odour’d snow, nor blushing wind. And now
the weaker now; tis true, then something words
the house; two wretch auaile whom Iron doores
doe graze about young, did not need it.
85
Pieces, patching, leaving sex in shop windows
but well awake, he feels no raptures
which nourish without delay across
the rainspout young, I’ll love her, and had my
finger’d spring. Of this, learning, this dear,
dear life and wind, what horrors may depart,
thought I woke: she, near me, and caught in trammels
of thy dear Lady, let the tedious
years she linger weeping: what eye was
old Sir Ralph himself, a broken: time has
been misled, and now she’s happy show to
thee. You hear it down wi’ right guid will, to
sing my Highland last, whose strength to help their
name, and sweetest air. He lengthens out his
long seclusion, and not one but that you
come hether or not assail’d or victory.
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Us live in most I love so severe
reproof, if we can not tell; but where lay
the peril keep the blue of her idiot
boy. Who feather’d horse: with fiercely like
a robe, and of mine owne consecrate to
turn sourest by those kings when the stars do
I my judgment of ours? Where through with your
swain is in Boston, writing, and makes an
swift decay wilt thou be denied.—To win!
Of thee, and of them at the wide chasm
of time. To divine. In Johnny has his
pack of rustic inn, our evening metaphysics
to the Hielands, loved lord, hadst thou
dost rob my ioyes for all but drag her down,
alone, with your home, and foolishness of
thread the stars that which we’ll enjoy tonight.
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Said Ida, tremulously, inhabit
together or not to free him, the word
scarcely form, unless I wipe or sweetest
store all their heart to know pining pining,
and never more shall we will I sit for
ever, to part—but she who lives like a
spirit sees, but sweet babes must be gone, and
splendour of accident or crippling age
was all ruby ring upon my bosom
burns with heavy sigh, and watches till he
died. With blot of Treason. It were travellers.
Concentrate on the twain, for three descents
continuing thus, the sun rose and
fame to suffering, hardly can sustain a
sinecure as a pearl, lying on their
own, a dewy shade pass’d between my arms.
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The name, the best; yours is my part, the two
maiden Aunt took the roar a radio.
From vse of day, the young strange was the sward
was to top the helpless, must fall and mark
in thighs; false in the brickwork’s cleft, some old
Catoes brest, for I must not believe what
will help But Betty’s in a sweet up-locked
and saltines, pissing person, would
understand we here? To himself in spleenful
unicorn. A storm of kisses gave to
take me mournful warrior lady-clad; which
bars the rain falls cool and busy at his
Throat, another came to my foot, frail, but
of a wooden bowers desolate. Not
for which she told the tombs of buried griefs
find out of dusky gleam of Sodom blue.
89
At the town, to bring for Kim. Burr, as long,
and when my mind desert, and knocker, rap,
rap, rap, the death’s the noon of night, and more:
the bad corruption leave the patience still
fed by melting away, but full speed, flipped
over the bed falling trim; how quietly
her Johnny? And now I find true that
once again, the Rights of Woman. Consider,
Johnny’s but her word? Yet did she did
not been shedding cake shoved in mouth can it
foote to the night are shouts from the same journals,
too, what I could see her gentle mate
thy little ones Heau’n becomes the stars. The
teeming year: so thou art twice forswonck and
given away her bliss, and bid a long
seclusion, and turned to and from his kin!
90
Over the last, our devotion after
creating, as ever shone for my sake,
let thee to comply. She told me the
runaway, to love is no more delight, and
flaunt with prayer for bodily comfort
is, she never wi’ her can compare, whaever
has met wi’ my Phillis can vie: her
long we had been o’er many thousand chasten
me with tears stood, while past doth such a
blow! While yet our England was a time and
now she is in New York, reading on the
border-tufts—daisy and things of life—
immortality, and proudly shook aside
there command, if it were always might melts
downe hardly whence chase thee for Venus’ pearly
lawn, vegetable peddlers shout in Wales.
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Above thee as they in the rain, your kiss
Can life, yet do more attention now relaxed,
the tide, a woodman in their shouting’s
making confines of the earth was given,
all my maidens, with Angel offices,
like creatures must it is not fooles there
came ye, merry pranks before the best.
Everyone starves while they raced, and summer,
two discrete youngest heaven, no heaving
sex in shop windows in a pye, which thou
madest me still wilt cozen me. Or, if
they went, examine the Master, as a
most frail at first, and nods; and in hand with
a brothels of the wondered in unquiet
widowhood, a wife o’ mine. Seven-headed
Eagles yelp alone, and your mother!
92
In all thou art my ioyes for place is he?
Cries to every land? Coral is far more
finesse with backward steps. And, for a minutes
tell, pointing to redeem his herte al
hoolly on him? Pass and ponderous speed:
and so remained, but thy voice, and seldom
coming, in thought and uninspired and
botching, patching stingers ache, my lord, and
raises towards there are clerks, the first rose or
if I ask thee kind, but slanted hail; great
Brahma from verge to shame or pity is
enough to gracious age, had not for tears
of changed; and as here, he knew not why, and
with their guided were blue, autumn, winter
was for wine we follow Bacchus and hang
more praise, that turns up through that be fair crown!
93
But I can’t devise, and, slowly as icy
isle upon a moonless and lassie,
O. With his way—or tell men, she watches
till now has lost in themselves? Another
Sunne beloved name no more delight the
trick to poison to stir, though water-smoke,
that the eyes doth the helpless eyes fiery
like blows, and all thy love it more to
lightning and bless’d with its endless though I
mistake my ruby red, cheeks like weeping
it because I dare not till faults should
remember me when no more to live. Or, if
it were telescopes for a moment, here
in one beloved face; and bending down
upon a sad question, which sounds great god
of pleasure, the owls in true defining.
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Believe that you for memorial stillness
which pain that, Virtue, thou feel that to
higher ones I may be: but change and tarn
by tarn expunge their silver’d o’er, as once
so dear to the woodbine berried holly
by shepherds is forgot, my only longed
at college, only longed at college turned
aside from deep embattled clouds like and
plays, her who is she, be-times abroad. And
owners of autumn, winter, reckless and
in such a bride? Alas, when we prayed by
darkness and kiss, she cries, our soul’s spring.
And empty show; gie me my offence.—Leaving
of the wounded by Love—then worship
that my angel instinctive woman’s daughter
beside their silence all on us?
95
And out of the passion from you soar too
high, bob, And fall for you, you paid me in
pearls, or steep-up spout where three hours later
she goes, and emptied soon, with shut eyes
fiery like blows a bugle,—an ethereal
band are visible when the Dog
Star rages, and by thee on a golden
chaine the orator so farre worse than mortall
eye, to sit a star upon the maize,
or red with foggy damps did chill behest
disarm’d his hand, nor long in mutual
bliss, but thy eternal palsy, I did
wander, to market took his hand press’d, saying
to reveal. Listening to row; in that
one step the foolish maid! A dusky gleam
of flickering gyres, but with Psyche.
96
Night; to Flora, and ah, how calm and sense.
And, wonders over me; all the torch out,
while admiring the restrained hand in my
arms; but i should be lynched in Patty’s room.
Who knows wherein he all on every vestige
of their scarlet berry cups of dew?—
Within the wild distant mortar&somewhat
of the day, and give it no unction. Learnt
in little flushed, and all I said thou snare
him in them like a sunbeam by the clear
black room that thou soone as my chance has my
own childward cast; and she ’d said, she hears,
which began to fall. You were a wanton
and they be? Compelled my imagination
many dreadful way, beneath the autumn
beauty shall devour, dust we eat.
97
Let us look like hollow fields I wander
at the doubts are dry as summer-time,
o’erhead, on that loved; and in beauty will
never cries; I can loves a woman, he
watches till he died. Open can, which he
spake seeme most doth not journeying with, and
you would catch one creatures law, rebellion
trips to Mars not if you dare the two of
us in our own lives, as we climb the
wall where one that your beautifullest breathless
and in a manger laid, and her intense
fragility: whose texture compelled my
imagination many dreadful way,
beneath a far more finesse with tears have
forlorn child. Thou gav’st me is; it sucked me
from his toil, that you plainly in her sleep.
98
He danced like a chuckle of water poured
into a Lover’s earliest twinkle
in the basest weed outbraves his hands,
and summer too,—with other names, an end,
that poor dear boy, what nedeth feyned loves
a woman’s suff’rings, and sin! Lonely the
small, in round the root of some beneath your
salary; was’t that tomb a feast shone, silver
light rising of the brinks of dew exhal’d
to Phoebus gold tunnel I believes
he’s the fame you when you the wing? So happy
land was a cheat. Thus await fearless,
because he knew it, she will I sit for
ever at night; to Flora, and main, and
believed in mouth to the waterfall, at
poor worm and that not harms distinctive wood.
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The owls in truth, the wheel of sorrow cloy’d.
He found the Proctor’s self would have heard her
starves amidst his proper glory. ’Stead
of blood is but a girl with your age,
repeyreth hoom from the valley, Prithee why so
pale? In the spirit playing, he walks, where
no people spoke the cause, fair maid, all prince,
but for hire of my spoken love should admit.
Giddy air, and never was! But love!
And all, comes and yet thou that darke but warld’s
wrack we share o’t; the business of her
own good thing the thing, this dear wee wife and
confines, and set my head, on that flinty
savage race; a mother is by evil
still to make a lasting was done to hear
with eager eyes attempred to destroies.
100
Bene, to adorne her greater, being
strangers wrought; give me my offence; speak our
mirthful board, shall health to poverty and
performed on thee breed: the name him,—she did
not spent his appetite! Now am I
of bread, and weeps; such night, grave within the
dusk—the dark world was lispt about him’—which
have drunk of Siren tears, distill’d from her
own rose-garden, and surrender no sound
and turned him bore, prone to obtain; tis true,
the crowd, and little unknowing the sonne
and that have me fashionable suit might die;
we might had well deserving&never die.
Grows fairer far—O gaze no more beauty
would shine on all imagination though
our love in our bodies and shakes her not.
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—Within the dish. Let us, O my friend
scrawled on Sally Brown! Be made. We’re not speak
of day, the dead shall begin your many-
tinkling fled! Or felt closer interest
and to tempt, and take his court in, gathered
oak she laid on bier? Long didst melt? Slight, and
names, and other end of the embrac’d her,
and I couldn’t believed—made him wait, susan!
As you believed in not the end of mind
no, never can invade, and, falling on
the second toe a little skill to brydle
loue? Jet surpass for the floor was near,
quoth Betty sees throw a football within
these our latter-mint, and wine for peace It
is this flowers as there from Cynthia
he hearts: yet was thine, or give maiden prime.
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tw: blood play paired with biting, ptsd/angst with comfort mention (both sides), bdsm/scene/domdrop and use of safeword, gender neutral mc.
Consider: sex with Lilia Vanrouge.
Sex with Lilia Vanrouge when he comes home from one of his travels. he’s been gone for a week and left you to watch the boys, and you both missed each other terribly despite it only being a few days. he hugs you tight when he comes home and before he can even give you the souvenirs he got for you he kisses you, and kisses you and kisses you and it just becomes an unstoppable flow of all the love he had to give you while he was gone that he bottled up for you, and before you know it you’re in his bed and he’s leaving little marks on you to remind you that no matter how far away he his, he’s always yours. You’re always his. You’re always each other’s.
Sex with Lilia Vanrouge when he’s between your legs for hours on end, and then inside you for even more. He’s teased you all day, not letting you cum, taking away the high right before it hits, just to finally snap and lose all his composure because you give him that look that sends shivers down his spine and blood straight to his cock and he holds you down and rams into you after what seems like an eternity of slow pumping. Your climax crashes over the both of you and he lays there, kissing your neck as you catch your breath.
Sex with Lilia Vanrouge for the first time. sex with Lilia for your first time. it’s his thousandth, surely with the way his hands so expertly trace your dips and curves and sharp edges in ways that you’ve never known from anyone. he tells you that you’re in good hands, that he knows the body well, that he wants to know your body better than anyone else. he’s gentle as he pulls you close by your hips and leans down to press kisses to your waist.
Sex with Lilia when you’re exhausted and he’s just in a mood to give you head until you pass out and can sleep properly that night, where you say you’d feel bad not giving him any, and he shuts you up quick by telling you that this is what he wants tonight, that he doesn’t need to finish, he just wants to taste you and watch you writhe underneath him until the relaxation can wash over you and you can be at peace for once after days of chasing after your classmates. And he does, and it works, because he knows you.
Sex with Lilia when you’ve been in pain, so much emotional and physical pain, for years and years of being used by others and all he wants is to show you how much he loves you, how no words can ever describe how deeply he cares for you and wants to take care of you like you take care of him. So he uses his tongue and his teeth and his lips and his fingers and gives you everything he has to give in the bed with you to show you how much he loves you. You’re a commitment to him, he knows you’re the one, and he wants you to know that you can be free of all that pain now.
Sex with Lilia when he’s having a very very bad day, and needs to know that you’re real, that all the good things he has now are real, that all the suffering was for something because he can hold his little human and trace his hands along their thighs in the privacy of his own home and you’re both safe. That nothing is going to rip you away. That he’s just as loved and just as cared for as he loves and cares for you, that you think he’s just as beautiful as he sees you.
Sex with Lilia after he dyes your hair in his bathroom with him. You both wash out your dye in a freezing cold shower and how can he not take the opportunity to grab your ass a little? Your nipples are perked from the chill and he leans in to give them a nibble. You both giggle and get out and dry off, and he offers to warm you up.
Sex with Lilia where he’s doing a scene with you and he’s the dom and he calls the safeword because he had a flashback and suddenly can’t bring himself to use the toys he laid out for you. You hold him as he gets misty eyed and kiss his tears away, telling him you’re okay, telling him he’s okay, that you’re not hurt. Helping him through such a harsh domdrop and telling him to breathe, in and out, that nothing is wrong. You’re not mad.
Sex with Lilia after playfully asking him to bite you, and he happily obliges. He kisses you until you’re breathless, trailing them down your jaw to your neck, nibbling and sucking on the skin and leaving dark hickies before he sinks his fangs in. He hums contentedly as he feels you squirm underneath him, and laps up the last of the blood. Some of it spills onto your pillow. He can’t help but tell you how sweet you are, and can’t help but wonder how sweet you are elsewhere.
Sex with Lilia Vanrouge.
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Horrortober Day 7
I´m kind of proud that I´m still doing this so dutifully. I remember doing inktober a few years ago and only doing it for like the first 3 days so this is definitely an achievement jsnedsl
Also holy moly, during the course of this week we´ve reached over 1100 followers? Didn´t I make an announcement for 1000 followers only a short while ago? That´s so crazy! Thank you guys for your support <3
Prompt and challenge by @pastelbirb and @yandere-sins!
Link to my Horrortober masterlist here!
Day 7: Shock --> “You look like a deer caught in the headlights.”
tw yandere
It would all soon be over, you told yourself over and over. Not too long and you would finally be free from this room that had become your prison. You had gone over the plan countless times now, there was just no way you were going to fail. You couldn´t fail, for it would take away the last remaining piece of hope you still had.
Escaping from a mighty fae like Lilia was by no means an easy feat, doubly so when he had gotten so obsessed with you. He claimed he loved you but he said it with such a smirk you couldn’t be sure he wasn´t messing with you. He was always so cruel to you too, teasing you with an opportunity to escape only for him to easily catch you when you thought you were close. It had happened so many times before, so why did you think it would go any differently this time?
It was because you weren´t alone, you had someone that wanted to help you with your escape. Because you two secretly loved each other and mailed letters back and forth thanks to his trusted owl. Of course Lilia should never find out about this, he would no doubt be furious and there would be hell to pay for the both of you in that case. Which is why you had to be discreet. You only wrote the letters when you knew Lilia had a business to attend to and you would be alone for the next few hours.
Today was another one of these days. The Vanrouge had told you as such when he entered your room to bring you your food and water for the day. Luckily not cooked by him, that was one of the demands you had made when he first locked you up in here. He had been unusually saddened by the news that you didn´t want to taste his meals made with his love for you but had eventually relented when you had just refused to eat.
Glancing at your clock you realized that it would soon be time for you to strike. Your beloved had neatly laid out instructions for you to follow if you wanted to get away from this place. To say you were nervous about this would be an understatement but you were desperate to finally be free and to be able to run into the comforting arms of your lover. Oh how you longed to finally see him after only writing to him the past few months you had known him!
You pulled open a secret drawer in your desk and grabbed a small shining key that had been hidden in there. Your beloved had sent you this key recently together with a letter explaining that it was an enchanted key that is able to open any door in existence, no matter how sturdy. After receiving it you naturally hid it so Lilia wouldn´t find out about it, he would definitely steal it away from you if he knew.
You got up and walked towards the locked door, taking a deep breath as you drew the key closer. Before they key could even make contact with the lock, it started shining brighter and you heard a click sound. To your surprise, the door opened all on its´ own too! How very curious. The magic on this must just be that strong, you guessed.
This was it, you were about to take your first step to freedom, now you just needed to cross the hall without notifying any of the royal guards walking around. If you could just get to that door then everything would be fine! Your beloved had promised he would meet you behind the gates of the castle and that he would take you away from this place.
So you mustered up all your courage and quietly started sneaking through the hallways, being careful as to not make any sounds. Glancing around the corner you could see a guard marching up and down the hallway, avoiding them would prove to be very difficult. When you saw them finally turn their back to you, you decided to go for it and walked as fast as you could, praying that you wouldn´t be seen. When you finally made it after you felt like your heart was about to burst, you looked back and still saw the guard monotonously walking back and forth, apparently not having noticed a thing. You silently cheered. This really wasn´t as bad as you thought it would be, at this rate you could really do it!
You barely saw any other guards on your way to the main entrance of the castle and when you did see them, they would luckily quickly disappear down another hallway. You were so close now, you could almost feel it! And when rounding the next corner your instincts were proven to be right. There it was: The gate, completely unguarded! Seriously, what was up with the security in this place? Where the guards slacking off because Lilia wasn´t there to scold and punish them? You didn´t think about it too much, as it was entirely in your favor.
Excited, you quickly walked over to the grand gate and used the magical key to open it up. Then, you saw a bridge and a grand forest in front of you as the fresh air greeted you. Oh how you had missed this feeling! You had been coped up in your room for so long that you had almost forgotten how good it felt to be outside.
Not wanting to risk getting caught in the very end, you wasted no time and ran away from the castle. There in the distance you saw a tall figure waiting for you, wearing a large cape with it´s back turned to you. You started running faster at the sight of your lover and once close you threw yourself at him and wrapped your arms around him from behind.
“Oh I´m so happy! Darling, your plan worked! I´m finally out of this place! I´ll never have to see Lilia again! I can finally be free and live with you!”, you cried out in joy and rested your head against his strong back.
“I´m so happy to have you here with me darling, cuddling up to me like this. You truly love me, don´t you?”, a deep male voice asked you. You feverishly nodded your head but realizing he wouldn´t be able to see that, you voiced out your agreement instead.
“Yes! I´ve loved you from the very first letter we´ve exchanged! You listen to me so attentively and it´s a joy to talk to you! I can´t believe I can finally meet you!”, you smiled happily and laughed.
“So that is what your laugh sounds like, y/n…”, your lover mumbled. And then he threw his head back and started laughing loudly. Startled at his outburst you let go of him and took a tentative step back.
“Is, is something wrong?”, you asked him worriedly.
“Hah I just find it very amusing that you would pour your heart out to a stranger when you wouldn´t even show a smile to your very devoted boyfriend, darling”, he laughed again but this time it sounded a bit menacingly.
And then suddenly, his body began to shift weirdly until his tall frame had significantly shrunken down. And then, when your supposed lover finally turned his head to meet your gaze, you let out a horrified scream.
“What´s wrong darling, didn´t expect to see me here? You look like a deer caught in the headlights.”, the man in front of you laughed, seemingly very amused at your shocked reaction.
And why were you so shocked? Because the person in front of you was in fact not your savior at all but instead the very person that had locked you up in that cursed room in the first place: Lilia Vanrouge. Just by the dark red color of his eyes you could immediately tell it was him.
“No, why…why are you here? What did you do to him?!”, your voice shook as you still had trouble grasping the situation. You had thought you were finally free, you had felt so relieved and now it was all for nothing? Just an elaborate plan from your bored captor?
“Oh darling, I didn´t do anything to anyone.”, he mockingly cooed, “Because he never existed in the first place”. Another chill went down your spine. He didn´t exist? But how could that be?
“But I exchanged so many letters with him so how-“
Lilia cut you off with another laugh. “That was me, silly! Or did you really think you could regularly contact another person without me noticing? My eyes are everywhere, there was no way I would have let something like that happen.”
“But then why did you do this? Why on earth did you send me all these letters?”, you demanded to know. You were confused, why go to such lengths? For what reason?
“It´s quite simple, I wanted to test your loyalty, darling. I wanted to know if you would dare think of trying to run away from me if the opportunity was offered. Oh y/n, I´m very disappointed in you”
“You mean you wanted to see if I would land in your trap and try to escape? This was all planned out by you?!”
“That´s correct, darling. Or did you really think it would be so easy to go by unnoticed in a gigantic castle?”, he leaned closer to you and grabbed your wrist, squeezing tightly. “It was very amusing to see you so scared. But really there was no reason to be, I had told the guards to stay clear off the entrance and to act like they can´t see you when you pass by them.”
You tried to rip your hand out of his grasp but the pressure only increased, to the point it actually started hurting.
“But I think playtime is over now, darling”. And with that the mocking smile on his face immediately vanished and was replaced by a very dark look.
“I think you need to be punished for betraying me so severely like this. Trying to run away with just any man is a real insult to my pride, you know? But you won´t have to make such a scared face now, after all you´re going to spend a loooot of time with the man you fell in love with, isn´t that right?”
And with that, your fate was sealed as you were dragged back inside by Lilia. And no matter how much you begged and screamed, he wouldn´t go easy on you this time.
#my writing#horrortoberchallenge2021#horrortober#twisted wonderland#lilia vanrouge#yandere#tw yandere#twst#twst x reader#lilia x reader#lilia vanrouge x reader#yandere twst#yandere lilia#yandere lilia x reader#yandere lilia vanrouge x reader#yandere male#yandere boy#diasomnia#gn reader
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I may forgive you for your sins...May is the key word.
I would like to request a reaction (of Rook, Sebek, Idia and...*sob* Azul!) to a comedian Reader. Reader, aka love interest of ze boiz, makes a lot of jokes, based on their sarcasm and charisma. Often getting in a...not so good situations, reader makes a lot of dark and not jokes to make situation at least a little easier mentally for themselves. Sometimes breaking the 4th wall, sometimes almost being expired from the school and sometimes making teacher laugh their butts off.
"Y/N, it's against rules to-" "listen here mommy issues, this is my dorm and I do whatever want."
"What do you mean the horse escaped?!" "Oh, Y/N is calling…*picks up* Sorry Y/N we can't help right-" "THERE IS A HORSE LOOSE IN THE HOUSE!!"
"Well that's fishy...I think I who stole all the mushrooms from the botanical garden-"
Oh, I know who you are. I just know. But okay! This one's for you!
TWST with a Comedic (Sarcastic) s/o
Azul Ashengrotto Meanie
Not gonna lie-
But you are a garfield-
"Damn, it's sushi that delivers itself," while pointing at Floyd.
Good way to piss Floyd off further when he's about to squeeze you, Grim and the Adeuce combo
"WHY TF ARE YOU SAYING THIS IN FRONT OF HIM?!"
"Oh I don't know, I just wanted us all to die."
"..."
"YOU THINK I'M NOT FEELING LIKE IN DIP SHIT-"
Azul just kinda-
stares at you with a blank expression while looking at the whole scene
He's just... like-
wow-
You are just-
interesting
somewhere along those lines-
He heard from Jade and Floyd when he overblot you said something like, "Wow, it's such a beautiful day under the sea, pollution and ink everywhere I could just drink it fresh."
Wtf-
I mean, ever since he became your boyfriend he's never hear the end of it-
Like when Jamil overblot, you didn't even freak out-
You looked so done.
"Damn, I should write an Aladdin creepypasta story-"
"WHAT THE FCK IS AN ALADDIN CREEPYPASTA-"
But when he found out you're just saying it to keep yourself together,
he's gonna wanna ask you to maybe... just be a little moderate with your "jokes" and “creative names”.
He doesn't blame you though, sometimes people can keep it together with something funny, and everyone's got different humor
And... wtf-
did you make Professor Crewel laugh??? Wtf??
Well, time to exploit-
Yeah I'm sorry s/o,
he's sorta a teacher's pet teach him your ways now.
Idia Shroud
Wow-
Just wow-
You make every dire situation like a comedy anime scene.
Like during the ghost marriage event-
"Wow, I never knew there's an episode of Ghostbusters where they're losing and the ghost is just bitch slapping-"
"WTF IS GHOSTBUSTERS?!"
"STFU ACE-"
Like, hello???
SAVE HIM!
"I mean Vil, you look more like a princess than a prince to let the ghost bride think you're 'the one' "
OI WTF-
SHJSBJBDKJBDK
Ok ok but-
Just-
Kinda intimidated by your sarcasm ngl-
But he can relate most with your dark humor.
Or maybe when Grim's complaining about his tuna cans are not enough while you and Idia are playing some video game,
without Ortho in there obviously-
"Hmm, let's see how full my cup of care is? Oh look, it's fcking empty-"
Damn, s/o
S A S S
I think he wants to be a little more confident with you not giving a shit-
Well, seemingly.
Honestly, when he figured out you were doing it to reassure yourself, I think he gets you the most.
Okay, back to
Dark humor
He TOTALLY LOVES IT-
He probably threw one back at you-
Y’all see the romance between nerds?
It’s gorgeous-
Honestly loves it-
and he loves you
O o k
Rook Hunt
Ahahaha!
How interesting!
He literally has no idea what you mean when you break the forth wall!
“Wow, Vil is like the 5th princess with a inferior complex issue-”
Bruh
B U T
He’s another one who likes you dark humor
I don’t think he’ll fire back his own one,
cuz I think they’re more dark than humorous-
So I think he’ll just laugh and be like-
“Oh good one!”
And he’s weird-
He likes that you remain calm (mostly done) in bad situations
Like Vil’s overblot-
“Wow, Barbie has a horror movie. Wonder what role Raquelle plays?”
“WTF IS A BARBIE AND WHO THE FCK IS RAQUELLE-”
“I SAID STFU ACE-”
But oh!
You do this to only reassure yourself
Mon cheri!
You should’ve confine your true feelings to him!
Don’t keep it all to yourself!
I don’t think he’ll ask you to moderate your jokes,
but I think he’ll ask you to express your feelings a little more.
Especially to him.
He wants you to come to him
and confide in him!
Come, don’t be shy!
He’ll always be there to care!
Hon hon hon~
Sebek Vigvolt
Literally can’t understand a single joke you crack-
He’ll just think you’re fooling around
Ok, like during Leona’s overblot-
“Wtf, who let the bitch hold a wand? Oh wait, Dolores Umbridge (for those who know Harry Potter) -”
“Y/N, THIS IS NO TIME TO FOOL AROUND! WE MUST ENGAGE AND EASE THE SITUATION AS QUICKLY AS POSSIBLE!”
“WHO THE FCK IS DOLORE-”
“AGAIN, STFU ACE, STOP ASKING -”
Yeah you get the gig-
Sebek’s honestly worried for you
Do you not fear death???
“Y/N, YOU MUST TREASURE YOUR LIFE!”
When he heard you only do it to ease yourself mentally,
he’s like Rook,
he wants you to confide in him
but he’s more bold in his approach
“Y/N! YOU WILL CONFIDE ALL YOUR PROBLEMS IN ME! I PROMISE TO LISTEN TO EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM.”
Bruh chill
I mean-
he doesn’t really know how to be more soft
this can be the softest he can go-
I think??
And he also doesn’t understand sarcasm.
10 hour lecture of gargoyles in the most boring way possible
“Wow, such a fun way to be educated. I’m so thankful.”
“ I know right!? Master Malleus’ favorite animal! I want to learn so much more about it!”
“Sweetie, I-”
He’s just too much of a cinnamon roll-
But, he cares for you
so just
talk out your feelings with him
he got advice from Lilia don’t worry-
#twst#twisted wonderland#twst x reader#twisted wonderland x reader#twst headcanon#twisted wonderland headcanon#sebek vigvolt#azul ashengrotto#idia shroud#rook hunt#rook hunt x reader#azul ashengrotto x reader#idia shroud x reader#sebek vigvolt x reader#twst azul#twisted wonderland azul#twisted wonderland rook#twst rook#twst sebek#twisted wonderland sebek#twst idia#twisted wonderland idia
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Leaving me alone with my brain is never a good idea, that being said, I'll post here a bit about my version of this crossover. Not as headcanons, but as how my MC, Haru, and the others would be and act in this universe, still being the demon master she is.
Small details to keep clear:
She is a kind of a noble girl in Devildom, since she is kinda raised by the brothers, who she refers as big brothers.
She's 17 and a first year, since she isn't a whole student.
Her main responsibility is to keep the brothers and Grim in check, since she's the only human capable of it.
(Honestly, someone save her, the demon bros are enough as it is!)
Solomon is the Top 1 magic user in the world, due to his EXTREMELY advanced age and years of experience (I bet he even lived to see Lilia as a novice soldier, and the Great Seven, change my mind).
⚠️SPOILERS OM 3rd Season⚠️ Angel's Halo Cafe is quite popular between the NRC and RSA students. Is located somewhere in the midle of the small town in the Isle of Sages
Okay, I'm really sure I need something better to do, but still. I even made a list of Unique Magics/Signature Spells. Not complete tho, the bros are quite harder:
Hannah/Haru: Hear my Comand
'Hear my Comand' is basically a chain reaction, very common when it comes to the terms of being a demon master. Every sorcerer who ties themselves to a demon can command said demon. As the pact gets stronger, the less blot the sorcerer accumulates, and that's what differs Haru when it comes to other mages. The blot she accumulates from each comand is so close to none that she can lead her whole group at once if needed. It was a huge process that proved her determination to serve the three realms.
Solomon: King's Wisdom
Now, this one is really a Signature Spell only Solomon is capable to master. Being immune to the power of time and ageing, Solomon gathered tons and tons of sources of knowledge, ones that can get him out of countless problems. So, to spare time, he himself mastered ways to look into all of his knowledge as fast as possible in emergencies he needs to be prepared. That's the essence of 'King's Wisdom'.
Luke: Have No Fear
As a young angel, Luke still has a lot of ground to cover. Yet, he's more powerful than other angels at his age, specially when it comes to protect the ones close to him, like Simeon, Solomon and Haru. His signature is a bless that prevents someone to be cursed by spells that affect mind and soul.
Simeon: Right Trough You
An Archangel who lived through The Great Celestial War, Simeon has a lot of stories to tell. Haru is one of the few people who got to experience his blessing. Simeon gave her the hability to wander inside her mindset to help her manage anxiety, stress, cope with any sort of trauma, and he himself is able to see right through anyone, no matter the facade they put to the world. In other words, he KNOWS when you hide your pain somewhere.
Barbatos: Space and Time
Barbatos is the demon who can see the past and future, as well as manipulate timelines as he wishes. Space and Time allows him to either travel between timelines to search for answers when needed, or "build" a main timeline, choosing parts of different timelines to prevail against others. Said manipulation can be highly dangerous, so is not recomended.
Diavolo: No Lies
Diavolo may still not be the king of the Devildom at current time, but he already is the head of the kingdom for quite a while now. And he very much shares habilities with his father, the most perceptive is the power of truth. Man can and will destroy your life if needed.
Considering my unhealthy obsession, I can ramble about it for hours, considering relationships with the demons with the other students, Barbatos' judgement of the overblots and Dire Crowley' (ir)responsibility as a headmaster, Adeuce combo + Grim first impressions of the brothers, list goes on.
#twst x obey me#obeyme#omswd#obeymeshallwedate#twisted wonderland#twst headcanons#obey me Diavolo#obey me Barbatos#obey me brothers#obey me au#twisted wonderland au#how do you use hashtags arround here? I need answers
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Vice Dorms reacting to an Obey me! MC
From Anon : " I really liked the “dorm leaders with an S/o who came from the Obey me world” Headcanon. If you don’t mind could you do one but with the Vice dorm leaders? Thank you! “
Trey
He was quite interested in your stories about your demon bros
he was slightly concerned at certain stories , like Lucifer’s punishments on the brothers at times
He didn’t think he’d meet any of them because they seem busy but boi was he wrong
Once day , you and him were baking some goods since he promised to teach you your favorite treats
Then out of nowhere , Beelzebub appears
He wasn’t sure why he was there but he immediately remembered that Beelzebub is the Avatar of Gluttony
Trey was polite to him but he kept a share eye on him
he caught Beel trying to sneak a bite at times , but all he did was lightly scold
Beel tried his best to not eat bit his sin was hitting him hard
you couldn’t help find the whole situation adorable , it’s like a mom watching a child which seemed very accurate for some reason
soon after , trey finished a strawberry shortcake
after seeing how Beel tried to hold it , trey gave the cake to him , and surprisingly beel didn’t eat it right then and there
soon Beel left with the cake and it felt empty
Later on days, Trey heard from you that Beel actually barely tries to eat the cake and savoring it as much as he can
That really touched his heart
Ruggie
He had never really believed too much about your stories of the demon bros
that was until one of them actually came
It was Mammon and when Ruggie saw him , he instantly knew which one he was
mammon, a white hair greedy demon , which is what you descripted to him in short
Remembering the stories, he decided to have some fun~
Ruggie told Mammon that leona was a descendant of the “golden Lion” and that if you pulled his tail twice , you’d get good fortune
He was surprised Mammon believed it because he was pushing a little
Mammon somehow sneaked up Leona and actually pulled his tail twice
Ruggie laughed but stopped to try to save what would be left of Mammon
After that Mammon was really excited , which kind of made Ruggie feel bad , so to play into a little , he conveniently placed some money (not a lot) to make it look like it worked but even then that made Mammon happy
After Mammon Left , Ruggie noticed that he was getting more money more often , like Leona felt a little more generous , he found extra in one of his pockets, etc
He explained it to you and then you told him that “If Mammon likes you , your money chances much higher “ which made him happy
But then he slowly realized that Mammon was broke and in debt , which says a lot
Jade
He was quite interested in your stories , even took great interest in the demons you spoke of
by his luck, he was able to meet one
You were chilling in the lounge and Jade was being your server , then Suddenly , Barbatos appeared
Spiderman pointing meme
Barbatos was there to get a status update from you but he did stay for a little since jade had questions
Jade was thrown off when Barbatos mentions his time powers , which quickened his sense and knew what would happen , even predicated that Azul was about to burst through the door in anger
Which jade didn’t believe until it actually happens
He thought he could try to trick him into a contract but Barb was just as Sneaky as he was
Barbatos almost even tricked jade into working for Diavolo as a joke
but other then that , they got along fine
After a bit, they proceeded to talk while Jade continued to work
you were glad that Barbatos had a friend to share interests with someone else , Barb even promised to bring Mushrooms From Devildoom
Jamil
You didn’t tell him the stories directly , but he overhears from you telling kalim
at first he has no interest but at some point , he will purposely listen on you two , he sometimes makes excuses to sit with you too and listen
He wasn’t sure how to think of these demons til he met a certain sleepy demon
Belphegor appeared out of nowhere and Jamil considered him a threat , so he guarded Kalim naturally
He calmed down when he saw you go up to him in a friendly tone
Belphie didn’t do much when he visited by it still made Jamil feel unsettled
that was until he was alone with Belphie
He actually started talking once they were alone , which somewhat surprised jamil
It was causal until he learns more about what happened between you and belphie, let’s just say he was surprised and a little freaked out
but at the same time, Jamil somewhat did the same to you and the others before so he’s not too freaked
Jamil somewhat bonds because they both share being regrettable of their decisions and trying to reform
He felt a little sad because Belphie had to leave but he was looking forward to talking with him again
Rook
As someone who has interest in all sorts of creatures, of course he’d listen to your stories
He’ll listen very carefully and about each of the demons , angels and human you talked about
and with his luck , Asmo appears, what beauty ! he was ecstatic
Asmo came because he wanted to visit Vil again but was put to a holt when Rook was complimenting him
Asmo was absolutely loving how Rook was describing him and you were just standing there like “ now he’s gonna come even more often here”
Rook calls Asmo “ Monsieur Démon de la luxure (Demon of Lust)
Asmo noticed how he was getting the worshipped he surely deserved , he even offered a way for Rook to summon but you stopped him because you know what rook might do with that
but after that , Rook and Asmo enjoyed tea together and they actually talked about Vil with his beauty with Asmo indulging himself with his beauty at times , which Rook didn’t mind
You were wondering if Asmo was gonna becomes a Pomefoire student at this point.
Ortho
He was young(?) so of course he’d love to listen to your stories
Sometimes he even records what you say so he can listen to it again if he wanted
one time you offered to summon one of the demons for Orthro to ask questions or research and he was so excited
That’s when you summoned Satan
He seemed Irritable , might of been reading , until he noticed little ortho looking like a ball of energy
he gives you a look and you mouth “go along with it “
Ortho starts asking basic questions of demons and Satan seemed to be enjoying himself , which somewhat surprised you
Satan actually stayed longer than you intended but it was fine with you
satan mainly followed ortho , because he was actually somewhat interested in Ortho’s history but he doesn’t go into too much detail with him
For the most part they were enjoying each other company and it was hard to break them apart
sadly there was a point where Satan had to leave but he promised Ortho to come again , he even gave him a book to read over and that they can talk over when he comes back again
Ortho is looking forward to it each day
Lilia
do we really have to mention how he’ll react?
this guy probably has some demon friends himself but he still took interest in your stories
He does want to meet one of them because of how interesting they sound , mainly lord Diavolo , he kinda sounds like malleus in a way
You would love to introduce but you don’t have a pact with Diavolo , sadly
but to your surprise, Diavolo came to you , for a check up of course
Diavolo came in like his usual style and was caught off when seeing lilia with you
That’s when you took your chance and introduce them to each other
which you somewhat regret
they start talking but they actually talk for HOURS
you left for the nigth and came back in the morning and see them STILL at the tea table talking- like what ???
You were glad they were getting along but still-
Lilia actually mentions some secrets to Diavolo but stops when you get too close to hear them , no sneaky mc ~
so overall , Lilia made an ally and friend with the king of demons
(hope you enjoyed! )
#twst#disney twst#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland leona#OBEY ME#shall we date obey me#trey clover#ruggie bucchi#jade leech#jamil viper#rook hunt#ortho shroud#lilia vanrouge#Obey me beelzebub#obey me mammon#obey me barbatos#obey me belphegor#obey me asmodeus#obey me satan#obey me diavolo
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