Anonymous asked: Hey Shelley, lets just say someone punched out all your teeth, okay, and the only way you could survive would be by sucking byron's dick and consuming his cum. Would you still do it even though it goes against your vegetarian ways?

Anonymous asked: Shelley: Fuck, marry, or kill: Keats, Byron or Hogg?

My history with Hogg reaches back to my college days! Sending him to his death would just be wrong, but justifying Keats demise would be nearly impossible. He is young and to see such brilliance go to waste would be tragedy. What an unfortunate task, ending a man’s life! But this is only a game, I must remember so! Please do forgive me Keats and do not think mourning would not follow my decision. At least you can be pleased about escaping the creditors you would have had to endure were you bonded to me legally. With the knowledge of Byron’s resentment of wedlock, I believe Hoggs would be the best suit for marriage, as long as I ignore the disturbance this would cause for his family.
-P.B. Shelley

Anonymous asked: What did you get your mom for mother's day Lord B

Nothing—haha!

Anonymous asked: Byron, have you ever considered writing a steamy romance novel? You really should.

I am rather busy living it but there has been a few good ideas I thought would make for an excellent read. Sadly, my stories would only cause ladies to faint and there is no profit in that. My actions have been deemed far to scandalous—my imagination would put such blush on their cheeks that there would not be a drop of blood left in their bodies.
-Lord Byron

Anonymous asked: byron i so horny marry me ! ! ! !

You poor deprived creature, I can solve that problem easily and without even having to marry you! Await my arrival in your chamber, I will be sure to make haste—we would not want you to writhe in such pain for long—and I will put an end to all your sufferings most ardently.  
-Lord Byron

Anonymous asked: Byron, is there a place you have not yet inserted your penis in? Does such place exists?

No.
-Lord Byron

70 followers this is cause for celebration

Anonymous asked: Yo, Keats, my professor said you were the best Romantic poet.

I agree with him. Not a day passes without me reciting your poems subconsciously.

How it comes as a surprise to see comments such as yours! Critiques are always accompanied by insults, those of which have the ability to consume ones thoughts entirely, wounding a poet beyond expression. Shamefully, I have been falling victim to this as of recent. But upon reading your note of jointed admiration, my moods have been lifted. Your sincerity, despite being undeserving of it, might hopefully restore me to my former self.
-John Keats

sexuallyfrustratedfowlandshort asked: Byron, is it true that you cure writer's block with sex?

Of course. I have grown into the habit of solving all of life’s substantial blockades in that manner. Whenever I come face to face with any sort of obstruction, boredom or money trouble, this proves to be an invaluable act. It is positively the most flexible of solutions or perhaps I am confusing that with Claire. It does—to my misfortune—come with it’s downfalls. No matter. It’s nothing I can’t just shove in a convent and ignore.

-Lord Byron

Anonymous asked: Gentlemen, do you like each other's poetry?

The answer is more predictable than I would like to admit but I must seize the opportunity to spew an ill word towards Keats. I do not see a reason that should prevent me from the task—past or presently. There is—without doubt—no greater pity I feel than towards the parchment he plagues with a few of his dreary lines. I would go on further but I find my own redundancy quite annoying.
-Lord Byron

But Byron it was only the other day that you were singing praise of Keats’s Hyperion, even hitting a few notes of admiration. I do say, I was shocked—and not in the usual way—at the infrequency of such a thing.
-Percy Shelley

Oh Byron! Had I known you were such a fan of my work I would of autographed you a sovereign. Sadly I’ve outgrown your childish rhymes and therefore can not return your admiration.
-John Keats

Thank you Shelley.
-Lord Byron