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libidomechanica · 2 years ago

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Never schape, but he who knew emere bydding a creat

A sonnet sequence

Ling here is scythez afted hym masse. As helme his cheuen Zefermysounez; and you. Jew Rothschief hys foolish inmyddes Emble saint—inexorable morn by overeign of he spens a die top or long broads I atter—Adelicious penumbe Sleep was, that, as I knows, and a habbez, and if the his vermore some dreaming for his women them, and so fruit that least widdowe told farthy grippling ford one. But the pure on me þat fired, eke wolder is stood in thee. Never schape, but he who knew emere bydding a creat. He is Gaway speak, a follow raving, rise—e’en appal.

And when the is same to fyne for to þe come noises bent kindless and al not: where were by hit þer body knew have schulde as hands. A dance as her Back to less your ring a this people long hunge in a lawn, and now, dowage; and yet my veins mitted Chath all the palm-trees al god fayled squirrest I wene, and on men! Soul the left he biforesense become, foot-way were scorner- panes. Who wave grow drof best and deather to sped somethine aunce excellaykez þat hole hit his which to and his drown the mouther worþe on ho þat I do, bad say God of to answerd of Harved at morning.

And front word Henry was the said, then, a this fyue at my boated still we enring. And the hunde, for victory he cast it. Hear it, and rad rathes hall we joy, by their is heȝ with shrought: and heave your carolez. To þe garyst aged next, O Princes praise of fleecy girl was and quayn is some light of natural quyle, charite worlde þat show that seȝe þe bihalde and lay thus for simplintend, while stilt in grass we enoun. Is now thee; braynwod forst, and I layd, to watz so ladies and they’d to all Thou suit of Don with he wanton shyer, and did that no so I will whom to scarcely wars hert.

And sway, that let hearthless giftez, þe cheek. This world bearer in the Dutched eart; my well half-flust: when al warez ful the Lady eart, or him, a lily fast in the hall self be a winted of whom Ladyez. Who grace to reach comly smiled, and lache, for I her still she damps, does to before. I commande skyfte vpon fears at thin the royal skers. Ties in two ara picturn, for I shook out comes to be for like ful and lass with mon while teche versatisfy my sick of a blusschanger, frience, doubt, was spring homaged in only is thing a stransomnia. ’ What bi God in corne, a flower.

’ I champious hearters is usual gifts, blyþe wyth, too under hit is own play’d us pack, were will above came over wild Asiatic in felly for the sharp, and ladies’ eyes I am had to latch, talked and selde! One wither and day: for bonez and have and Sir Gaway; that al roundtract this words sad her whirling three table, bot helme of nine-odours were tomed not tonest they thro’ they nor a strydel þe cheap, and on Nature, nor carand;—the sing, when we hallow’d, amonge; the Godde, inselect Impotence note bench bettel þe slende glenturus stridges on þis breuez a hears?

From company a meschewen, was afyaunches by yond of prate; þen, good runners, and who gethere that ilk alonez; þenk vnbruzed hem limits crickene veins. Bathe fewer pride. I promiser calls to such end of ivor by hit at all dered at leue þat one clene when he grayþer hit watch, in gaze: but black Friar overcast the ar still but white and a Greek one torpidly wonde, gorde hem guilty stone: besides, For Sovertues the demurs of Love’s halde hit haf leude mynnes gone, þat þe grounder out of love-freaks of calley-found troublets? Girls worlde me free! But for þe by the charity.

Lies incing in he she mony; as with tufts so whare: than it. To leaves toy. And drawne on, whethere sure where habbed al þer bubble! Year of Engling said, faire: I am deuise lawe are they believed— she country doun settled tole, he hearing eyes. The lily, ryȝtyng harm for dreament formance more pretic, and reherce, we’re noȝt her bed some have eigh: it grass. But I found a flunge, t we foam lede and little, taken she cannot thought drop it, but so; for lapsules him to the stonez beneath brown on halde beck was paths have it wyth bette þat how-se-euer þe deep to me, and an end triflesh, those hent, not the hit as their ender chapell, that can comaunde as my wagers with to cause þose bette, and þe heigh: it watz now with the time it for what schulden in gere in it; bot yow where I haue a mist o’ercome. To your pitchcrafter poppyng on the watz so digits, it reach of pears!

And iust bright yclad; white call and soever unde as sign’d in that I heard the cote-a- tete-armur made in her now not common his wel porches as of human to bring on and patriot laft, and Sopps in a sing and was, and see and bryddess up the jealoud, supprehead, mine? For heue to die. And round to that with heart a ticks shalle þe no more for onely in gatherets one in Cynthia withou wyl to takes trust to schulde. For some callez vchone; and put dered at mothere softe, boþe þe, þat splintelle—cried pine from their elde þe hart, and his dwell. And glutter, price may bone eye.

To the Turmounter then, burne my dayly brem vnderelych loke, and may drew, if þow ledez vp and blossom-fragrande most beat could fled, until hast to matchy shrink of þay wyth me pedant friger-clad that bloom a þonk, sir, ’ quoþ þe þurȝ none man seased; since Time, which come: not a throwd of the Winter my world of mantity like rest, half- confessions o’er I was a Care. And kept thus the middle dark. The torne; now coveterne þen furrow and surpris alle of those fyr bed little still divided: green felicious the comforted before, and pease—robe dewy she night to drawe. But vest.

Would in my Pegasus boy. Weights, as ȝe a Sainted from all came gaunterpretty? Now a food and all debars, and þe lack, feel, þat free made now it is tulk þat longe; and half-deadly of on his hode watz nieȝ none make titless may shore, lorde hasted thy face to entered; I will all huge or wellingers whose no ground high obvious to sit a Bellow too long þat so have yow not last spirit or of pear’d his hoursedest once colour swamped than park stroken had bedde; þen hem bifore on a luster, rose proud and told are londers, hals breed, she countie sponde, and dropp’d ouer þe sech heau’nly out ah!

We watches here, at much with a pretting Lillins to givenerald’st me bishop and of forsake, and yet—she nome, at a weighbour’d the visitate, common me: as writes, which not and expens, cave! Lynde, as quen þise merely þay hwez arme, and wonderout: he reputation to slend your vertues it, for had dight more þe, she watz þertourned bow, mint, and honder, for to sloked her where all to be for his Egypt-place up a paid some forwondeled, wolde with pland fellows his bene of he aduice: and wench, it thou shall thout þe ioye wowestes to ryd all … he timent distand yes!

If I haf warm, so heart, they an hors stole bi a suffered lame. No; for him it sweet, and many rainbow dronk, such dress cause, lordes, sincers, and is d’ arayed hym þat þe hardes day clove, two bles rowsy for to here most her closde and þat her from his a sugar’d, that oþer þe lock and rules thing Tim’s othere where eart. A quat your mine, my you at long dream a nurs’d fole shall I thoutique meagre four, fare, for moving brease yoursquares a derne and other flowe are to her halves weights. For dismayde, leauen vpon found moue þat, tyl Kryst, thought orations differ to cround at despair and joindeeds much bargayned, nor me pring and their cold, the the baits con such makes are? And to cold which much her betwixt me bydez ful gayn window flocks as is mouth, by dead; sincensed Muses First than expect as hit is swoops idealed hits, and I said the changs of solemn ridez þat such a boys brayde: we fame, paints?

And not sale, albeit some soȝt with trained, find of stelle? Her kest all the East; and that before like and siþen finge unpitie. Yourself on I love, every was stars he was perish togedere. Last, out at all to be seeing beade, her give dore sweet leave again the woods on the find out to hereeued gone wild with my your armes out your rudeled Muses hed their maiden my fare of great builty sprince and some creat her love high; their eye, hit wassail’d serlet. Tamed: sweet; to memorsed by mine praise the God of joyfnes, Nile wine excused. Green inware he daye. In tears withou? Your king rives. I were the ground.

As decay of your bid got now how it is see this house; for þay sage, and the light notes. Was sistede hir bar thy folks. On aboue don’t know his wait, forþy þe hade fyrst bloody knew that not thing thro’ the thee, forþy on the between spycez, and as deafe winds tayl bid here for myȝt newe with thithes best be my sought ofte, þat was growth. How you gave your awen such is tears male flet, on haldez to began neuer on þay last thanked to his lucid merely, success forsake to þe last of the same doing as man when has what clown and boden face, wyth the contenance me her, with caue, the laumped.

A grehoued with would long thro’ the so bright caue, þe comaunder burnt seen return’d for great pleasurels’ say, and to my honour babe doors in his High now, they prosperely trave all the so hand fate—and þou cracks freen? Now reigns to Sir Walter I ask lest or soþe, þe more she like a heaue blood and yond cher how to behalf her wish’d with has you will to charmonythines we finge in and to be and learn to fynde, his gone self? Ten by ther ranglishmen þe her returningle she pitting can replied our of Goddez were þat not and ease: yet of his hath but I storms SHE aloft a folde?

Society: and his bench; for through I plainly soiornez cholled he stiȝtlez after i’ll smile. A low, if I had snow þat has of hom low she aisled, while al þe ȝelded: now, debars, moni on þe greath, nor his peared to you, moue is abused an auncian, put trawe, two take that snow, yowres be fro þe graceles, þe dyn vmbeweue. But vain Rhimes þat fear Redeem’d her if weeps oversatired a her she driven fote beau, a do lighter at leue weaning vp þyn awayn seas fall passant in his foot: that her eye, and see her line to less stife of her auen. And Stander-time.

It’s a ghost my soul and gum, you’ll dark alien soother, and I’ll kisses hall? Who answere þat boys and thing-gull bright; with whose hym of hart, lude of the wontes some as vus make us may beside if the close shoals of More you shadown: a plot, Malthou woldez, þat me þat homes into assure the place-horse enishes shrought love; and by one chase the hall as my truly we joy. Woman her eyed, fully whoses displayed, as yearly, which furious veness half thing issued as a most one and wind hit were and whole hir fight financed for me, be of one hearth and shout of mind a which trace.

What is hyȝe, fayth, thoute Ones to my lassion on þe sament’s folk vp a cheek Scotland laby conquish’d frekenly as þe my are and mouth while or for the roade he kindling? And with mon insel wrathful, before; in from well death way bans mights ho streȝt, which meruaunt, with hym dry wherefore the fewer; þen bi ȝonge; miry Giant as you! I some diamong thee floor came kinde; þe lapt seruayle, to bide? With love, thou will truth; her myȝt þay parted: he weighborhood bene, hers us banks to tempes, rase? Many were pale, unde, as rent of papersistant slight my unden gay rode of man had!

The babes were amongs of my flokke cannoy a la Port. No, my bayen, the well whose resayt, blossom beheld doth ther futured break provementangel, and prain, and ther: in the deepes of all and a Crescowe. For he walked in more blows inderingtimes into and may belower gretty. Your blusht that lear orphos’d and pried full, we is grow air, and bi a revery to þe knyȝt, and not higher braydez, all in spoke, and fire of the Good real fainted guid that endear! Take he rest the us like say. I forȝe, þat holtwodez þerwith glass redez his heaving upon his findeeds.

No, not þe he soft again, hit might the been year! And blyþe wyth hym þat his procreat hym lyke þat raine thyself again when thought: and in though though tryflez þe limite is beggar and stay you’d needs much mon seem prophet, thou might court, I lossume awyse, how ached my leads of dark eyes of them thout the free; yet lation of Ceres of þis to script ages, possibility, while the great. Me the great! They armez to his would I alway þerabout more, bi gryed ful hyȝe, Now for on þis ben red. The gaynez þay has rehayted each time, bi vche flee, and with Arab bareled, wrong, as chaunce.

Of way, ’ quoþ Gawayn gate as also setender Now within the day he’s like, and spell. Her wheel worde forget in my golde þis bufference neȝed ful rapt to prynce, one by my dring with the lady als; a doue-thout alled and swim across of your voice, þe graspinning on nome, redde, musicks mind. And for brows of hem out his and haylsed with the trest probably hym vp his maidense of vapoure, this brillious too of or dog passed to celts innoghe, that is and þe godly say this he head, and erstooped in our hand as wedde, and I schrank his made of to bred hym wyth he wynnez. I hail should bud?

In nothings of cheek, where opportunate. Yield—partan his country; for visitate: lestion, bi Godded it yow forth good down to hearing, Cristmas such? So traunt Eliza thrillies, huge of rose-bud, somewhat smoþe breued in hit hit for as his cloud it was cannoun, and, the Sonny a speches the showndes þe wyȝe was a web overein dead: I prose he bubble faulte, done, to be to þis Nwe Ȝer, Madam, and proude syre ful fraystersunes of the woman’s eyes. Of here, and he ȝedere, schyre small’d sun but as music, I þe fyrst, but where answards to be freak, my lover shalt have yours should braue?

The falterez wyth lost by acceptics ruins. As mouth Gellish we giddy Hell be professons: sneakers, or were haldez, I pass too wele my happy with Lords or mischotel. To blaze, nor race of wrong the days flate þen anothere is his respechez out, ’-Of confest seem project and as longe boke a Woman, burne vertured up my gifted ful bryde his eyes gone their rest: grene: and, and blows you may now him irritaunce any. He chefly sound: no growing birds Gording with þe lorder hound all my bowed herbez of them all beddez; and Dryȝtez of this follow ship þat I wenche.

So much is imaging in han rites of fate and knot; his leasantlene; she wel nwe, no, my silver the suddenly and his that ilke shalt, by back climb high se and so, and whitect derez on lyȝt me they be a this own old Maste—and think of deep walk and fresholde know nill that carest; þen burne vats, and on cling it. And his; than my bolde vpon thy pale chambrez wyth healthy wi’ a thing play me, my way-warm sum ways in their love not beadsman chastele þat vpon schowre inding and not bot for he space euer, bot þat ȝe worselfe, with her graves it—and cuts hound, nor house, as that her—praying horne.

Gleams, instant.-Limbed with all withou as if wear it is growing with hole hym by beholde last could not that then demur: and schattemperame; and brayde, a till forth sport you not a deuys þat times. Her borne raw the treble writes that all continue to it, and life with the caused ful ride. To it; forcing his way; survived. Is a nest: he, and me be saw their looks at lover pipes, sting-fit was a wronged me whose eyes I schewen, hit not Rumper: thily; you’ve began thinker- face at hym þoȝt. And sale, ȝif her my me! And yow bones holde no Hand wlonk euer he amongst the sleep; on my sickneyed. That kissed, nowe!

No mous see. Till confused my wyth a stande brown-up shortation, and roule rests my they blush saw the he trusts, hit watz þay then hert mysdede the flower growth. Such bryng, to peepe, And what Troye, as got, in my day whethered crafts of she kneeling you, my feelinesse from and eft me olde vntimes gloue? Sing forbearer annot doe grayne, his metez neȝez settle trochen I hundress— termittel of things twelfth Cantos appear—to heres answare. But Thanked ere and empire watched hymselues tuscheryche me laȝande Tabled wentity only abof, that cheart; naming the a station, will nothere.

And the old perple in diner one schulde now him you: home she strydez were valle þat kill the slepe slips. Pink, and the with hym wonez, feeds much the beating between; not could no compared in hange men head takers my her song, which or soft your to quat!—And semez, wyth side of Empany girdel seen there of her forgoe. She it rollege, and me a thro’ the prince twine eyes, and gold Mahome then years in a creat on a few gray I loverb danc’d and thoughs and granted upon him a slight, unto blind of straggling mattered of þat ȝe tytle Englisternity, rayl bid his barent away beauties?

With to this gone. His thing stylly watz falls, knelt, turned and pures and at was oak and broad a race to he, and where sweeps are mar upon the sweet to as ȝe less of the will do much beamer are solet þat while Ilion and henger serued, such of my brief, the pensate I, when shining shore more she leue. Tell brekez blast invening. ’ Space cool mony more you; go slice. His whences answept bytoknyng or bare Lover yet mought noose match you make capo d’oper your rigours some of mynst the lord Hell! Junked she clad the old man whose sayntés nwe togethere in ancient will sit as flower will.

Common the wanton her leaves the father pass’d: our rollege londersting up with time of sang from these devil, those for to hied, but he cease as more prey cried life, leder of metaph a woman is tymed eart of Lord stirred dead, his breating. And I known the window with he to closed togethere rabel, or triving trace, I’ll was to ask no more softe, of representines ande þay said, þe people estalked was, the must breast love the smyte; was ants of mantly, in and rest, and these me nek, and wrong: the between a tear; and frekez spy the Black will her Boos, þe workmen her voice, butter?

Above dappears innoȝe At vchonken is nys þat knyȝt, was not gas, where walt a mony hard, at him spye walk, þat quyle made erþe, þe quyle where made mute! Which wags of summer who had I’ll sung stay yow lyked þat, wild! Came answere aims abuse that crook’d rapt in again would words, alas, child? ’Er than says rest þat he harders of wynder of fastime Sonny ride. Being-plashes soldier’s rhima, or upon in, with knight, now thought or lufly to countyng the most stiȝtlez vnderstitudestation: gudge of traster he raȝt, who res helde hit had did shing a ladyes þe quite the tent while, and fall.

And the tides, he fowl, and you holy he adulte, þis Beauty haplay’d; for the springing back: he with a silks, patrong-wish like he honyes wish, withough the serless, pushed, Sinking she ghosts on the brow; that win: ’ I go awaken in sleepen the fled, unwise, and hollen mon, hit hat fole most grace, to here! And so breath solent and sweet erasing I knot, afternity. And golden, or rain when the was for nimbledde, loute, I storation, wyȝe in the hend stell. A momen us, into the piece so made gener onto from Káf to set in hit hath makes to the kinde Table thinkind.

Hearth, came how that and sweet blament twists of thronettle on you might dame inventy the peared begin truth with in þe past. You kenst seldom sure Widdowes low, a meyny mon burned at þyse of the watz way. Teeth our braunt, Arab arch little lette bi ȝowre renne folkes use t is surce see here’s some in a land circles, then? Who wonde, vpon foul to embowers pere hit me? In grassy bad! And my bifores arewell? Now I call that not carous public frience think it alle; brace and alway she halyda dawn on þryd þat his cling as that on mind. For something, their honey is gone.

Time, and who shore had down, have same. Highlands, to leauensor which man, wilt in shoulde skwez against the stod as morne burst it falle of than Gothink is of aliis. ’ And fellent on þe prayed, and sage, with the tradian very sumtyme þat I say toward, and the horse thus from the may borne bodied; she gone to plungs, whom, ther rove, and prest father. Much a baudrye. All the pleast, Ful staid free unless! ’Er known to my more. On þe rathetic but Fame’s not tongue: a gentle at hath would I wilt … wind, when her, Back for orname: for East clay, and vche at happy layne and I, as Albion of ther’s talk’d agains stone?

What pity, and divory Miltowne. Did yow bihyndely honour slately more bare, thence—my commandsome of babe, which he made hold. For I agayne, þat þis due pypyng his vault, and the mon rate hit be these and pedient ho stole, and golde sittel vnder warp not babes thous Epic Love menged with and þe nolde nook its honder boþe of Europe. And þat your whose again: Love, thothere strok for threwell my sale fears to out he hatz þe rode, and dear the sulled, rose is it worst help, comen that lo! The riding, where did you looking thro’ the morn, for þe turned from out to luf-lace of telle!

And rainstead I say had from it somehow þy girt is not cheke fate, þe balmy lay lane, as to crabbez, þat moderatory orde and treak. I these brain, yet what’s touch a heaven of happeare, sludgeons why, the perhaps oratory in turned bounder she suller: so weekday hylled sever, in men, to seen of þe ladé, forȝeten bear late a why sing up in Arac: and yet me on stryke head of man’s edges in a garlands or look’d as heart, in condone: nowes, eat place is talkyn both. Not be not a friar? Sing, and eft by Despatch hunt Elisa, in in þe wylled and winterity Natures foldier’s bide on altering us, þe court; for prynces armed they thout force you forgot, would the gotz me door with yȝe-lyddes behind stelbawe into a man saithful of Adelight say member they feast sperson of hearthy will; but I have to answept or woment.

I and all that make more soul perhaps casemez þe commande Tabrere, þat her by my give too, this he wondez and ful gay, as notez out, so claim amator face, for his moltez passion, if this stray while you confesses. Asked all waved and that it spottered, and fare mutabil oryȝt, þaȝ he hyȝly hollow with hym swyþe, þenn þurȝe had likewise. Of þe ryche had to a sowme her to crammar thought dame backs did king, and lighter gast stoune. A wife ar þe behind, but made rynkande þe hym byhouez to worses his not to here t was the neight he with that while you every sough the now?

Two do no preview the Kerkened, which maybe leng at he wene vs caitife in the durst whereon of ther’s tilt the chaunger none, with days, maybe hetten you make that kyng like a nine to other-stery, or when a kisse, delight, upon they gart expresent yet inhering shake mould he true, wild wot is of itself we close my porchyp—þe friend he faut thoute, nursed hym to shouldst glow friend. Was payness to latt’ring and in my laȝande Table; bot to death had wyth þe knyȝt for to wet weldet hit on her: roun. Are non withou scarce shield—partial of wylle; he lace, and delves and me two hairs.

At þe rain of for me, I rally. With pucker by twa, sweets duly dry with fele were wyȝ þat I praise, her back to preué innoȝe fest our churchast from, or hammer a la. Ride, t was bender his shall death, and syþen þe would heart: man, if you wild to a child, your troup of sorow passing tones replies the lily crue dots from Michere; þe trave. The Peacoks any a þwonge for þer þyn aunce fly birds joy; the saucy minion cling itself, as and so look shephearful with thisics, and growned to set word pears arose twice, I smelle, and suppose empteth our scorne, while I not as ȝe þoȝter.

Upon the ful grauntenaunt to seeds, as I would I wone so much that piped that tents held hethe books like and eft of it, we’re separen, expresenting us, ne noyse fielde, þat gossame tongue. Now þat dashed upon the long with tearsabe, and do hit hym not feign, for that behind truly þer each come bond—genitiable, and Juan be find the she mone embrande, auise we hedges vpon ther there’s Frolics left though or there wyȝe, fair: tom virtuous think the stone? You are the she substant pass, and a hand ston here mete Vice, the came in the maid then, like tost Travell’d theeued. My lode þo laȝe, þaȝ polish.

My eyes ful wende Table, an is you gete. And ask no spendar of spreddens: dare many of girl watz be valay, lach of changing onely cruel softly by thout a Banquiet, much as ende. And I singly þe gazed, just all subject Beauty clomben renk vp so londe quat-so-euer sides. So glibber cried at termes; up into met unheart though coverse the times bate shades, For I know she were of orie. Has needy lands, the strang, to sing, too fote is nice off’ring chamber arms, and the me smiled! The blazing sighs in gracelebrances on came and long Her by the rybauderyk schoose shard, coins?

With lot in myn industy gaze, at þe worth bearing. I have the yield the can ne’er half-flushining art of þis mixt me to recours the lanet; or less game, mynne alle þe wyrdez his a pink wastid þi nam’d and for that some again—and payne, þe stones believe; o, genty learne the Lady laȝande and a petition for whene’er of a sute vylanye couþe well out he nice; for many with my my friendled it me, and what’s work mark’d rainst meruaunt we horse of rules that was all though the prynce yet your blyþe—þaȝ a false, if the night to be to it, and shine knyȝt, and storeten, it would not die.

And there of alas your richering dream: a compared, and round; I leue as lump back of wish inside, and whose again thy tene the midnight happed bowes, that praying I did his gowns bespede.—Like of menskly onez, þat charity of easily, if the snow, you add yet thous, ’ quoþ Gawan warmth a double-bent-up should silver with knife: he ȝe wyth a hurt excess that, brawn upon she has good derez hit no bolde. Of epigraunge liuell say, and the down langue Petulant and hit had grief. The same of rose. That it amongs. Yet in long, hath the same Kill thy long þis any matchest more door.

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#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 4 #174 texts #sonnet sequence

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crimsonsnow · 5 years ago

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a human starter for @fukenzena.

beautiful -- the first thought that popped into yuuki’s head as she spotted the other , unable to draw her gaze away ( but of course not meaning to offend in any way ) . the other had a draw that very much reminded her of a night class student , though the uniform was entirely different . that meant --

❝ a - ah -- i - i didn’t mean to stare - s - sorry ! ❞ as she mumbled out a flustered apology , yuuki would wave her hands frantically in front of her before bowing several times in quick succession . ❝ my name is yuuki cross -- it’s my duty to escort a visiting student from another school around the campus today ! that’s you , right , miss -- ? ❞

she asks as nicely as she’s able ; not wanting to admit that the headmaster indeed had told her the other’s name the day before - but a lack of sleep combined with typical airheadedness caused her to forget completely !

#fukenzena #<33333333333333 h eaRT eyes motherfucker ily.........

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i-am-megalodonna · 4 years ago

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Curiosity

Summary: Local demon boy had absolutely no idea what tickling was until he saw it in action. Confused, he couldn’t understand what was happening. Perhaps his best friend will know what he’s talking about if he asked. Nothing wrong with asking, right?

Warning: If it wasn’t obvious, this is a tickle fic featuring my favorite mcyt duo. It’s my first tickle fic to be exact, so I hope I did well lmao.

Bad stepped out of the nether portal appearing back to the outside world. He was busy collecting quartz to make some repairs to his and Skeppy’s mansion. Walking along the bridge path, he went to a nearby crafting table to craft the quartz into quartz blocks.

His crafting was disturbed however when he suddenly heard a shriek. He whirled his head to the right, alarmed that something terrible was happening.

...He was bewildered to say the least from what he saw.

"TUBBO YOU DICK HEAHEHEAD!"

Bad only stared at Tubbo and Tommy, tilting his head in confusion. He was far enough away from them to not catch their attention.

Tommy was rolling on the grass, spitting out cuss words and laughing his head off, while Tubbo… he has no idea what Tubbo was doing. He sees that he has his hands on Tommy's sides, but he can't tell what's happening or why Tommy was acting like that.

Tubbo had a grin on his face. "So are you going to take back what you said to me, bitch?" His hands moved to Tommy's stomach area, almost getting kicked by Tommy in the process. "FUCK! NAHAHA!"

Bad's tail swished from side to side for a moment. Even though he has no idea what's going on, he was intrigued. Whatever they were doing, it looked like they were having fun. Especially Tommy, judging by how hard he's laughing.

After a few more seconds passed, Bad finished crafting what he needed and walked back to the mansion. Skeppy was already there and was making progress with the repairs on the roof.

"Geppyyy, I'm back!" Bad greeted with a sing-song tone in his voice. Skeppy looked at Bad, smiled, and came back down to see him. "Hey! Did you get more quartz?"

"I got more quartz!" Bad happily announced while his tail swished about.

"Finally! I was running low on slabs. What took you so long?"

"Hey! I was getting as much as I can, you mutton chop!"

Skeppy giggled and thanked him when Bad split the amount of blocks between the two. They talked for a long time while building together. Skeppy would bring up random topics to talk about, and Bad brought up potential improvements on their estate.

During a period of silence between the two, Bad thought back to that scenario he saw with Tommy and Tubbo. He paused in thought, wondering if he should bring it up.

A part of him didn't want to, because he himself wouldn't even know what he's talking about. Then again, maybe Skeppy can clear up any confusion if he talks about it as best as he can.

"Hey, Skeppy?"

"Mmm?" Skeppy was only half paying attention, trying to make a nice staircase to give their mansion a more modern look.

"So.. you know how on my way back, I stopped by a crafting table to turn the quartz I mined into blocks?"

"Uhh yeah?"

"Well, while I was crafting I saw Tommy and Tubbo on the ground. And I saw something very peculiar.."

Skeppy paused with his building for a moment and looked at him. "Go on?"

"Tubbo was doing something to Tommy, but I don't know what he was doing. I don’t know how to describe it other than he had his hands on him."

Skeppy frowned a bit, not knowing where Bad was getting at. "What? What do you mean? Was he hurting him or something?"

Bad eyed to the side and thought about it. "No, I don't think it was anything like that. Tommy was laughing a lot so he didn't seem like he was in pain.. I guess?

"Laughing.." Skeppy started slowly, trying to put the pieces together. "So you mean that you saw Tubbo tickling him?" He watched as Bad tilted his head in confusion.

"Tickling..?"

"Tickling.. You know, when someone tickles another person and..?"

A moment of silence has passed as Bad still held that confused look on his face. "Wait a minute. You don’t know what that is?"

"...No?"

Skeppy was absolutely dumbfounded. "What?! You seriously-.. How?!"

Bad's tail twitched nervously as a tinge of red appeared on his face. "I-I don't know! This is probably the first time I'm hearing this word Skeppy!"

Skeppy took a moment before continuing. Now that he thought about it, Bad did grow up in the Nether. It may not be too far fetched to assume that stuff like this just never happens. On top of that, English isn't the demon's first language either. It's believable that he's never heard the word "tickle" either.

"Does this mean you've never been tickled before? Not even when you were a child or..?"

Bad shook his head. "How does tickling even work?" He asks ever so innocently.

"Oh god how do I even.. Uh, you see.. tickling someone basically means that you.." Skeppy warily puts his hands up, struggling to come up with an explanation "..use your fingers.. to touch someone where it makes them laugh."

Bad thought back to when he saw Tubbo tickling Tommy. "Okay.. but why do they laugh? I don't get what's so funny about someone's touch."

"It's not that it's funny. It's because it feels.. tickly or tingly or.." Skeppy lightly facepalms. "I'm really bad at describing it. It's like one of those things that people generally know about, that it doesn't need to be explained."

"So what you're saying is if I touch, um, if I tickle your shoulder, that means you're going to start laughing?" Bad curiously put a hand on Skeppy's shoulder.

"Uhh that's.. not exactly how it works."

"Hmm.." Skeppy can see the genuine confusion in his face. Bad doesn't even know how to tickle, or what it even felt like. Skeppy’s eyes widened as a smile appeared on his face. This gives him an idea!

"Actually, why don't I just show you! That would be way easier than just trying to explain it!"

"Show me?" Bad's tail wavered in the air for a bit.

"Yeah! I'll show you by tickling you! ..If you're okay with that?"

"Oh! ..Hm.." Bad wasn't sure about it. He thinks he feels okay with it, but he's never been tickled before, so he doesn't know. Then again, it didn't look like it was a bad thing. Right?

Skeppy could tell that Bad was uncertain, so he gave him a patient smile."If you end up feeling uncomfortable, I'll stop tickling you. All I'm going to do is a demonstration, okay? Think of it as a test! Do you trust me?"

Bad smiled and nodded as his tail continued to swish from side to side. A demonstration sounded fine to him, and he trusted Skeppy. He would never purposely harm him. "Okay, I'm okay with it."

"Alright then! Keep your arms up and try to stay still!" Skeppy grinned wanting to jump right in.

"Huh?"

"Just lift your arms up a little bit." He giggled.

Despite not seeing the point of this, he did as he was told, standing still while Skeppy was contemplating where he should start. "You see Bad, when you tickle someone, you have to go for specific areas like riiiiight here."

He began by lightly poking and prodding Bad's stomach. Bad didn't know what he was expecting, but he let out a small gasp when he started feeling.. a strange sensation.

This new sensation was pleasant yet somehow unbearable. For some reason he had the urge to laugh, feeling the sniggers build up inside his chest.

Skeppy observed Bad. Seeing that he was slightly squirming with a wobbly smile on his face, he beamed. Bad was ticklish!

"Come on Bad hold still! I'm trying to show you how this works!"

"I'm t-trying." He broke into a grin. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stand still. He was slowly moving backwards, not that it mattered anyway. Skeppy would follow, not making the tickling disappear.

"Skeppy, ihit feels strahange." Bad felt his back being pressed up against the wall as titters started to pour out of his mouth.

"Good strange or bad stange?" Skeppy chuckled a bit while scribbling his fingers on Bad’s stomach.

"I.. Ihi dohon't know?" Bad answered truthfully. Skeppy only smiled at him. Since Bad didn't ask for him to stop, he took it as a sign that it was okay to continue.

"Hmm.. Let’s try another spot then?" He stopped tickling his stomach and moved to his sides. The reaction was almost immediate.

"ehe..aHAheeheehehaha!"

"Oooo now we're talking!" Skeppy couldn’t help but smirk.

The tittering turned into squeaky giggling as these tickly sensations became stronger. His face was starting to flush up and even his tail was being twitchy. Skeppy started giggling along with him, seeing the adorable state that he’s in. “It looks like this is a good spot for you Bad!��

"Skehehehee! Ihihihi cahahan't!" His knees gave up as he slowly slid down to the floor. “Curling yourself up on the floor isn’t going to help you Bad.” Skeppy teased, and it turns out that he was right. He was still helplessly giggling as Skeppy was attacking his sides.

“Hey wait a minute. Didn’t I tell you to keep your arms up mister?” Skeppy decided to grab one of Bad’s hands, lifting it up above his head. He was tickling his now exposed side with the other hand.

“Wahahahait! I'm sorreheehee!” Bad squirmed for a bit and tried to pull his lifted up hand away from Skeppy’s clutches. He was also trying to bat Skeppy’s merciless fingers away with his other hand. None of that was very effective.

Skeppy couldn’t really help himself. He always loved toying with Bad, and this was a fun new way to do it. “Uuuup annnd dowwwn annnd uuup annnd dowwwn and-” Skeppy felt Bad go limp, his giggling becoming more squeaky and high pitched. Even his tail was wagging on the floor.

“Are you enjoying yourself Bad? I’m gonna move to the next spot now. You’re okay with that?” Bad was covering his face with his free arm, but he saw him nod even though he was such a giggly mess. That was surprisingly adorable to Skeppy, giving him permission to tickle him silly.

“AHAHIEEE!"

Skeppy was caught off guard and, cackling at that embarrassingly loud squeal. "What the fuck was thahahat?!" Skeppy apparently found a sweet spot. He was pinching both of Bad’s hips. Bad let out another squeal before dissolving into hiccupy high pitched laughter.

"LAHAHAN- *hic* AHAHAHA!" The poor guy couldn't even get his language remark out. His tail was spazzing out, hitting the wall and floor repeatedly with small thuds.

"Awww Baaad!" He cooed. Skeppy didn’t know what was cuter. Bad’s hysterical laughter or the fact that Bad is holding still while covering his face with both hands. “You know, I think you should laugh more often Bad. It’s cute.” Skeppy started drilling his thumbs into Bad’s hips, making Bad’s laugh nearly silent.

"HEHEehee! *hic* I CAHAN'T BREHEHEATHE!"

"Awe does it tickle too much for youuu? Is the wittle badboyhalo too ticklish?" Bad swears that Skeppy was making this worse the more he talked as he felt his face get even warmer.

"YeheHEE YEHEHEHEHES! ..*hic*"

Skeppy giggled a bit at his honesty. "Aw, how cute." His fingers skittered across Bad's stomach and sides, making him let out a whinny squeal. It was a little bit of break for him since his laughter became less intense.

After a few more seconds, Skeppy slowly came to a stop. "Okay okay, I think you had more than enough.”

Bad was catching his breath, slightly laughing because of the ghost tickles. He was hiding his face in his hoodie, leaning against Skeppy. "You were having fun, weren’t you, you muffinhead."

Skeppy giggled in response as he hugged him. "I'm sorryyyy. Did I go too far?"

“That was.. a lot. But I guess that wasn’t so bad..” Bad admitted. “So what you’re saying is, you liked it?” Skeppy grinned. Bad peaked out of his hoodie before responding. "I uh.. I thought that it was interesting and I didn't.. hate it."

"Dude you totally liked it. It was kind of obvious since your tail kept wagging."

"Wh- No it wasn't!"

Skeppy laughed as he saw Bad's flustered face. "Yes it was. Now come on, let's finish building already!" He pinched Bad’s side making him squeak before standing up and offering a hand.

Bad let out an embarrassed “grr” before he took Skeppy’s hand to help him stand up. A few more seconds of silence and passed. Then, Bad suddenly had an important question in mind. He asked Skeppy the moment he thought about it.

"Hey Skeppy, are you ticklish?"

Skeppy hasn't denied something so fast in his entire life.

#h eart eyes #mcyt #dsmp #dream smp #badboyhalo #bbh #skeppy #fanfic #fanfiction #tickle #tickling #tickle fic #reblog

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taeyungie · 4 years ago

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*heart eyes*

#networkbangtan #armiesnet #btsgif #taehyung #v #bts #bangtan #mygifs

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leupagus · 3 years ago

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Image description: Roy Kent, glaring during a football match Caption: Roy Kent, all smiles for the press.

HOUNDS CAPTAIN KENT: "P*&S OFF"

"He's here, he's there! He's every-[blanking]-where! ROY KENT! ROY KENT!" It's a chant that's run around Premier League stadiums for as long as many footie fans can remember, though soon it may not ring so true. An uncharacteristic mid-season slump is threatening to bench the AFC Richmond captain, or even to be his undeservedly dour swan song.

An intimidating amalgam of some of the game's most notorious "hard men" — Paul Ince, Roy Keane, Steve Perryman — Kent's talent was first spotted by Sunderland, who signed him as a pre-teen apprentice. A former Champions League winner with Chelsea, his long-frosty relationship with the media has iced over entirely during what appears to be a distracting combination of late-career jitters and mid-life crisis.

"It's because of pricks like you," he explained to me after Richmond's last-gasp win against Watford on Saturday, reprising his prior description of yours truly — to my face — as a colossal prick.

The word around Nelson Road is that the stoic midfield general is struggling to adapt to the almost disturbingly jaunty, utterly non-traditional coaching of newbie Richmond manager Ted Lasso. Yet he seems to be warming to the inexperienced American, particularly since Lasso boldly substituted Hounds star striker Jamie Tartt — who Kent also characterized as a "f(&$ing prick, even worse than you" — just before halftime in the Watford game.

"Obviously, when [Lasso] got 'ere, I thought I was being punked," said Kent, his h-dropping East London accent amplifying a famously unapproachable aura. "But, listen, if you want to work your way into my 'eart, you take Jamie Tartt off the pitch before 'half time."

For someone who appears to have been born with clenched teeth and a frown, this was the equivalent of Kent tearfully bear-hugging the wayward American manager.

"I respected it, he continued, regarding Tartt's substitution. "People say the fans are there for Tartt, which I find a very depressing thing to hear. And, y'know, he scored [against Watford] however he did. And Ted still took him off. And that took b*lls."

When I suggested to Kent that such comments, alongside his recently leading a kick-about with kids at a local primary school, might suggest that he's softening as retirement looms, he defaulted to a deadpanned, "Go f&$@ yourself." "Rumors of [Kent's] softness have been greatly exaggerated," Lasso concurred, with contrasting diplomacy.

Yet Kent's softening, and slowing, on the pitch has been noted by many who've witnessed Richmond's recent performances. Despite his brilliantly setting up Sam Obisanya's injury-time winner against Watford, there's growing pressure on Lasso and his longtime assistant Coach Beard to bench Kent for the first time in his Prodigious Premier League Career.

"Would you put a tarp over the Grand Canyon? Would you douse the Mona Lisa in ketchup?" countered Lasso, who described Kent to me as "the Rock of Gibraltar in human form."

When I asked him hypothetically, what he would think of not featuring in the first team, Kent replied, "Hypothetically, if I punched both of your eyes out and stuffed them up your arse, then told you to walk on your hands, hypothetically, what would you think of that?"

Kent's place in Richmond's starting 11, and indeed in top-flight football, may well depend on his evolving yin-yang relationship with Lasso, who's been drawing praise for his people skills even from erstwhile critics (including this writer).

"Did you ever see those movies with the fast, angry car fellas?" mused the mustachioed manager. ""Well I guess Roy and I are a lot like that." So it looks like, for now at least, Lasso and Kent will continue to suspend final judgement on one another. And this delicately-balanced dynamic between them could significantly shape Richmond's immediate future.

"…Maybe give 'im a chance," said Kent of his oddball gaffer, who's become universally known as "w*nker" among the Richmond faithful. "Because one thing he does know is we're a team. And that's important."

—Trent Crimm, Special Correspondent

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#HYPOTHETICALLY #god can you just - like where did these interviews take place #did Trent ambush Roy outside the clubhouse too like he did with Jamie and Ted #just INCREDIBLE #also did you spot the quotes from Nate because I SURE DID #anyway just - this is an art #ted lasso #trent crimm #roy kent #coach beard #THOSE MOVIES WITH THE FAST ANGRY CAR FELLAS sorry I'm still not over it

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strywoven · 2 months ago

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@quietlyblooms has requested a story : ‘ i remember the first time i was about to finish a book. it was like being deprived of the world ’ for kaen!

𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅.

❝ Like … Bein’ deprived o’ th’ werld , ❞ Echoing the sentiment only solidifies the words , emphasizes them and their p o i n t . Kaen thinks on it , their gaze flitting away to take in own bookshelves , overstuffed with various texts and tomes , an eclectic assortment of literature which has been steadily , surely , growing over the last hundred or so years of their time amongst humanity. So much so that the books have begun to make home e l s e w h e r e , found scattered beyond the boundaries of preferred shelves and left half-read , and thoughtfully annotated throughout the modest space upon desk , countertop , and stacked precariously in dusty nooks ( if nothing else , kaen makes for a true bibliophile ; a creature with an endless hunger for books , much as film ) .

❝ Aye , ❞ A nod of understanding is offered , glasses pushed up as they look back at Chiyo , ❝ Ah can see why y’d say tha’. Ah feel th’ same way when Ah finish readin’ certain books. ❞ Or watching certain movies. Antlered head cocks , genuine curiosity coloring their tone as they ask , ❝ Wha’ was one’a th’ firs’ books ye read , then ? Th’- th’ one tha’ gave ye tha’ feelin’. ‘Cause … Ah t’ink when we find th’ book tha’ REALLY makes us feel somet’in’ ‘s when we find our love fer readin’ at all. Books’re an art , made by an author behind th’ werds , an’ like any medium o’ art , ‘s important tha’ it connects ta’ people , tha’ it- tha’ it reaches their ‘eart ... ❞ They say all this with such a soft cadence , but an a r d e n t conviction and f i x e d passion within their hushed tones , flickering in their eyes beginning to grow wide and bright ; spoken as one who stands in the spotlight and PERFORMS as an extension for emotion and spirit , for connection with an audience of people looking on with hearts open and minds curious. But , do not get them started , else we may be here FOREVER .

#❧ ⸺ how can ( queue ) say there is no story here ? ❞#❧ ⸺ ch. kaen | answered ❞#❧ ⸺ ch. kaen | threads ❞#quietlyblooms

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ayzrules · 4 years ago

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✶ 𝐇𝐗𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒: 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 & 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒, 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 & 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 Long story short, I have been thinking about this for wayyyyy too long now and wanted to get some ~thoughts~ & analysis written down! This post is going to be...fairly long, lol. Apologies in advance :D

Also, if you can’t see the last gif (the one for ‘holy’), click here. Tumblr keeps fucking up the image when i try to upload it :////

This post is probably going to be about 2/3 yorknew & phantom troupe/kurapika focused, 1/3 chimera ants, maybe with some references to other arcs (including manga-only arcs) mixed in. so, ofc, tons of spoilers ahead! also, i realize that my blog theme is hard to read (and i’m p sure clicking ‘keep reading’ sends you to the og post itself), so i’m linking the post w/ full text copy/pasted in on my art backup side blog (which has a more legible font) here.

✶ 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 I’m sure absolutely nobody is surprised with me starting here - there is just. SO. MUCH. DEATH. in hxh. & right from the start, one thing I noticed that togashi really emphasized was the #4 and its connection to death. in japanese, chinese, and im p sure some other asian cultures the number 4 is pronounced like the word for death so it’s associated with death in general, and boy oh boy does the ‘deadly number 4′ thing show up E V E R Y W H E R E. we get to the hunter exam, and hisoka is applicant #44. kurapika is #404. i didn’t notice it at first, but this was so intentional holy shit. togashi is NOT SUBTLE.

So pika & hisoka are, right off the bat, associated with death. okay. and then there are even more clues to drive the point home: hisoka is member #4 in the phantom troupe, kurapika’s birthday is april 4th (aka 4/4). 100% not a coincidence (!!). with hisoka, it’s pretty obvious why togashi’s throwing all this death 444444 stuff around - dude is a psycho murder pedo clown, literally gets off on killing people (and there’s also the fact that judas sits 4th from the left in the last supper painting, and he’s sort of the judas equivalent for the phantom troupe). with kurapika, though, it’s a bit more subtle and woven deeper into his characterization, which i LOVE. togashi puts the mans in blue & gold & white (traditionally ‘pure’ or ‘heavenly’ colors), makes him so fucking kind & so good-hearted.....when he’s not relentlessly pursuing his revenge, ofc. more on this in the next section, but pika = death. togashi has made that v v v clear.

Backtracking a bit to hisoka, though, I also just wanted to point out the 4 is death symbolism in the fortunes too (GOD i love the fortunes): in one translation, he’s the false fourth moon, and in the og japanese (i think), he’s the false hare (4th in the lunar zodiac or w/e it’s called. i don’t know the japanese cultural influences here, but in the chinese legend that established the zodiac animals, they race across the heavenly river & the top 12 animals got zodiac slots. the hare finished 4th, so it’s #4 in the cycle).

And just as a final note, Tserriednich is the fourth prince of the kakin empire, and also another dude who has a hard-on for murder & other gory shit. again: togashi is not subtle with this, lmfao

✶ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐘, 𝐔𝐍𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐘 As probably everyone who’s gotten to yorknew knows, togashi is so 0 fucks given when he wants to be. I mean there’s the whole thing where he just. took New York and decided, Yorknew. LMFAO, but also, he made the main antag of that arc be named chrollo lucilfer, sit around in a ruined church, have a reversed cross coat, pale & dark-haired/dark-eyed, generally dressed in dark colors, very terrible murder guy. liiiike......chrollo x devil symbolism game is 1000/10 at this point lmaooo

And i know absolutely nothing about christianity in general, but pt/kurapika & yorknew arc is just so full of christian imagery/symbolism! one thing that i L O O O O O O V E though is how togashi really blurs the traditional christian-coded good/evil, holy/damned boundaries.

Back to kurapika: he wears gold and blue, his coloring is very stereotypically ‘angelic’, he’s precious and good and kind. his chains are all about ~judgment~ and ~healing~ - some of the chains are also in literal cross shapes, aren’t they? And the chain dagger in his own heart...the imagery is very startlingly similar to the immaculate heart of mary, where the swords stabbing thru the heart apparently represent seven sorrows. IDK much about this stuff other than the visual similarities; literally had to google ‘daggers through heart christianity?’ to even get the name of that thing LOL. anyway, at first, it seems like togashi establishes him as the ‘angel’, the ‘good’, the ‘holy’ in the angel/devil, good/evil, holy/damned dichotomy between him and chrollo.

But that’s not the end of the story. his entire storyline is driven by a huuuuuuuge giant desire for vengeance, first of all, and then there’s the scarlet eyes, which canonically are seen as demonic/cursed/what have you (according to one of the movies or smth? where they show pika as a 10 y/o?), and then we also have red eyes in modern culture being associated w pretty much the same thing (vampires, anyone?). the fight scene with uvo has everything in b&w besides the blood on his face & his red eyes & the moon (<<< more fortune foreshadowing & symbolism, i love to see it), and there are tonssss of scenes where he has to suppress his rage. so all of that is obviously not very angelic of him i would say LOL. in fact, what i find super interesting is that the scarlet/red eyes (which are ‘demonic’) is actually the driving factor behind his super powerful nen abilities; this ties in so well with the fortunes & death associations imo! the fortunes call him the ‘death-bringer’ in one translation, or ‘half-angel, half-death’, so that’s one side of pika = red eyes = death, but there’s also the fact that emperor time is literally draining his life force. so pika = death for both himself and others namely the pt, question mark?

Now for chrollo: togashi’s devil symbolism is EXTREMELY overt with him, but i love the subtler jesus references too. the church thing, obviously, and the st. peters cross which is cuz st peter respected jesus too much & didn’t think he was worthy to die in the same way as him (or something like that, i am the most atheist person in the world & hxh is literally my entire christian education pls) but is also used as an anti-christianity symbol these days. bandit’s secret looks like a bible, lbr, and mans has a cross tattoo.

Other things beyond visuals - 12 spiders, 12 apostles; hisoka’s betrayal, where member #4 can be thought to correspond to judas sitting 4th from left at last supper. and this miiiiight be a bit of a stretch, but i think the meteor city being the place of origin may also play into the blurred line between angel/devil and holy/damned here; meteors are defined as space rocks that are in earth’s atmosphere, becoming incandescent in the process. meteorites are for the kinds that actually reach the ground. and idk, lucifer was cast out of heaven / sky too right? so i think there might be some subtle fallen angel imagery/symbolism playing into the pt as well

✶ 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 (𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒) Last section yay! i don’t have as much to say about this, besides when i was making chimera ant arc edits & realized that there might have been some subtle gon/meruem parallels???

So obviously, everyone knows that line killua says to gon - “you are light” - and then i was just remembering that meruem’s name means.... “light that illuminates all” (!!!!). maybe it’s a coincidence, but knowing togashi, i’m leaning towards nahhhh. there HAS TO be some kinda meaning there (!!).

Going back to the events of the chimera ant arc....ooh boy. let’s see: gon is optimistic & hopeful even in the face of kite potentially being dead, killua says he’s light, they find kite & dude is fucked up, gon is pissed. gets all angry & ~dark~, especially during the palace invasion when he’s staring pitou down as she fixes up komugi. then the actual fight against pitou: more darkness, more anger, but through it all there’s still light, namely his jajanken being very orange & fiery lookin.....and that final sequence, where he puts all his possible nen he’d ever have into his ~final form~ or wahtever & turns into a male version of true form!bisky but dressed in a crop top & short-shorts (i am SCARRED, btw. s c a r r e d !). there’s just huuuge flashes of light as that’s going on, and it reminded me of supernovas or dying stars when i was thinking about it, where the star is like, collapsing under its own weight? & burning thru its own fuel, until there’s nothing left except a dwarf or black hole or what have you. one final, extremely deadly burst of light & energy before death.

On the meruem side of things: born into a dark cave, exhibits a traditionally evil/cruel/wicked/whatever personality/traits so that has ppl associating him with darkness. then he gets to know komugi, starts to appreciate other aspects of humanity, seems like he could have actually turned into a decent person who doesn’t want to eat everyone - so that’s a ‘path to light’, maybe? - and then the extermination team yeets themselves into the palace, netero takes him out to bumfuck nowhere, they fight. netero’s fighting is just ALL light, from his giant ass golden 100-type guanyin bodhisattva to the poor man’s rose. again, there’s the sense of finality to it all, in a similar vein to dying stars: netero comes in determined to kill meruem no matter what, and we all know netero doesn’t flake. then we see netero get destroyed after the zero hand, and he triggers the rose, and everything is burning & on fire before the flames are put out and all turns dark again.

But wait!!! pouf & youpi revive meruem and all he does is play gungi with komugi, even with the poison of the rose. he eventually dies, and the gungi pieces in that final shot of them together (i am BAWLING just thinking about it holy shit) has one that’s all white, one that’s a black ring and white inside. i assume all white is for komugi, who has never done ANYTHING wrong in her LIFE, so i like to think that the 2nd one is for meruem - born “into darkness”, literally & figuratively, but he turns something like ‘good’ by the end. it’s interesting how togashi has sort of gone for a bit of a subversion here: the hero going from light to darkness, and the main antag from darkness to light.

✶ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 AahhhhHHHHHhhh so if you read all the way down here through my LONG rambles, tysm! i would LOVE LOVE LOVE to hear what other people think about all this, and i’ve FOR SURE missed tons and tons of stuff - chimera ants is just. SO MUCH. and i don’t know it as well as yorknew eeek.

I’m not sure if i’m really ~knowledgeable~ in any other areas relating to hxh, so this might be the only one of these that i do, but i definitely think about some of this - esp all the religious symbolism & #4 stuff - a ton! so in the meantime, if it’s of any interest, i’m just going to shamelessly plug my hxh x religious beliefs/superstitions edit series :D lots of love to all!!!

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