#✼ * verse / where the wild roses grow.

[goodlucksnez]

Lovesick another oc story

I bet you all, are tired of hearing about mine and @dr-ground-zero OC'S but too bad. I love them- Speaking of love welcome our 2 newest counsel members Casanova and spirit

Casanova is basically a valentine day embodiment and their partner spirit who is basically just the embodiment of the night

this fic is like 90% set up and like 10% snez sorry- i got carried away describing them and their relationship

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Lovesick

High above earth clouds, ancient elemental live in peace and harmony. Well, most of the time. Beings who had been here since the dawn of the new era, who have seen wars, rebirth, society grow and expand, there is a small garden grown with ancient powers. The grasses, delicate and soft, sway gently in the breeze, their pastel hues of pale greens, pinks, and blues creating a soothing, dreamlike landscape. The trees, tall and majestic, shimmer with a mystical glow. Their leaves are a mix of silver and gold, and when the sunlight filters through them, it creates a dazzling display of light and shadow on the ground below. This is where the birth of love is made- at least that is what Casanova thought.

Casanova had been around since 300 AD, he was an idea back then and did not really gain power until Saint Valentine in 500 AD. He was a striking figure, with vibrant pink hair that matched the petals of the trees and eyes that shimmered like rare gems. He walked with an aura of light and wishful thinking. After all being the element of love, one looks at the world through rose-colored glasses, no red flags to be seen. He admired love! The artistry and dedication. The vastness of the chase and how no matter how hard the humans tried to study it, quantify it, there was something unidentifiable; so natural and raw, it left him breathless.

Now being well versed in the world of love and romance, you would think he would have a partner. Well truth be told he didn’t. He had just had a century-long admiration that if you asked him he would say they were just good friends. He wanted them to be more but every time he tried to ask them he would chicken out. “The timing isn’t right, or I don’t know if he likes me back” Numerous excuses filled his brain. And so the two of them stayed good friends, until the prior week.

Spirit had been around longer than Casanova. A tamer of wild beasts.  A model figure for the mythical and the out-of-sight. And the bringer of night. Spirit’s air is one of calm and tranquility, yet it holds an underlying sense of vast power and ancient wisdom. He is both a nurturing presence, offering solace in the quiet of night, and a formidable force, capable of invoking fear and awe. His connection to the night makes him a protector of dreams and a guardian of the secrets hidden in darkness.

Throughout his time had had seen many things, both beautiful and dangerous. He was a quiet individual wanting to stay in the shadows, an observer. That changed when Casanova began taking a liking to him. His cheery disposition and overview of life were so refreshing that he found himself smiling when thinking about him. This feeling continued to grow until finally he asked Casanova out and he quickly agreed to a first date.

Casanova had everything prepared: a wicker basket filled with delicacies, a cozy blanket, and a picturesque spot under a sprawling cherry tree. The light danced playfully across the grass and trees, creating a mesmerizing interplay of brightness and shadow. The air is filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, their petals delicate and in every shade of pastel imaginable. Yet, there was one small hitch—he had caught a cold. His nose was tinged pink, his eyes were watery, and he stifled sneezes behind tissues.

Despite his sniffles, he was determined. He wanted this day to be perfect. He sniffed back congestion and began to set out the picnic scene. His heart raced with a mix of excitement and nerves. The vibrant pink petals fluttered gently around him, creating a serene and romantic atmosphere. Just as he was finishing setting out the plates, the all too familiar feeling of a sneeze came back to him. The issue with his sneezes is they tend to take a long time. He would be sitting as one as his elements described “hitching limbo” until he finally sneezed.

He took out a tissue from his hoodie and held it to his nose and waited. Finally, after what felt like forever he dove forward into the tissue. “Hh…h-hihh… Ih'shuhh! Ih'yishuu! heh'ushuu! Ngh!”

“Bless you.” said a whisper in the night, and Casanova wiped his head to see Spirit leaning against the tree watching him. “I thought it would be best to not distract you while that was happening, glad you finally got it out.”

He blushed before replying. “Thanks, um please sit down.” As he sat down Casanova made a mental note: nothing is going to ruin this date.

 "I made some grilled cheese sandwiches, and fruit salad, and brought a thermos of hot tea," he said trying to not cringe at how stuffy he sounded.

Spirit smiled, his eyes twinkling with appreciation. "That sounds perfect," he replied, reaching for a sandwich. "Thank you for going to all this effort despite not feeling well."

Casanova blinked and sniffed before responding. “I am feeling fine, and this was no trouble at all.”

Spirit rolled his eyes “Clearly you are fine, I mean I have a flushed face and watery eyes when I feel fine as well.” Casanova opened his mouth to retort back but a tickle took his breath, and he tried to speak but he found his breath was betraying him. “I as..hehh assure you I feel- Hh…hehh…hihh..perfectly fine. Its noth- hihh ing.”

Spirit felt bad for him, he had put so much effort into this date and yet he was miserable in a place of pure beauty, he could not let this continue..

"Cas, you really don't look well," Spirit said gently, placing a hand on his arm. "Maybe we should cut the date short and get you home. You need to rest."

Casanova "I don’t Hh…hehh…hihh want to hihh ruin our chance, what if this never ha- Hh…h-hihh… Ih'shuhh! Ih'yishuu! heh'ushuu!.happens again.”

Spirit shook his head, his expression soft and understanding. "Bless you!! We will get another chance, so do you think I am so shallow that I would let a few adorable sneezes get in the way of our love? No. I love you, all of you and if that means waiting a few more days, I can wait. I waited this long, what is a few more days. Now let's get you home so you can rest and get better."

Cas blushed and took out a pink scarf he had been wanting to put on and wrapped it tightly around himself. His nose twitched and he quickly turned away from Spirit who was already packing up the basket. “Hh…h-hihh… Ih'shuhh! Ih'yishuu! heh'ushuu…h-hihh… Ih'shuhh! heh'ushuu!”

With the basket in one hand and his other arm around Cas for support, Spirit guided him out of the garden and towards his home. Cas leaned on him, grateful for his care and understanding.

When they arrived at Casanova’s home, Spirit helped him inside and settled him on the couch. He fetched a blanket and wrapped it around him, his movements gentle and caring. "You should get some rest," he said softly, brushing a strand of pink hair from his forehead. "I'll make you some tea before I go."

Cas looked up at him, his eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you. You're amazing. I lo-..love…you…. Hh…h-hihh… Ih'shuhh! Ih'yishuu! heh'ushuu!"

Spirit kissed his forehead, “I love you too.”

-the end-

[lady0ctavia]

As We Ponder Belief

(2p!Prussia x Reader) - Chapter 31

Note: This story is based vaguely during the mid 1200s in Eastern Europe where the Teutonic Knights fought the Northern Crusades to try and convert the native pagan population to Christianity. As a result, this story will have heavy religious themes all throughout. It should also be noted that, while referencing real-life events and locations, I am not striving for full historical accuracy. This is for the sake of the story I am telling.

Once again, this series will have heavy religious themes throughout, including discussions of bible stories, doctrine, and scripture verses, as well as critical analysis of Christian doctrine and beliefs. So, if you don't like that, you will want to skip out on this.

For hours, (y/n) lay in bed staring up at the ceiling, desperately trying to force herself to sleep, but to no avail. The room was dark that night, the half-moon light glowing just above, shedding minimal light into her little guest bedroom. And all she could think about was the inevitable events of the next day.

I suppose I should at the very least tell Gillen farewell. However I will admit, I fear everything may just spill out right then and there.

She glanced over at the nightgown draped over one of the two chairs, remembering that she neglected to change for bed. Though even if she did, she doubted she'd get comfortable enough to actually sleep.

The silence was broken by a light knock on the other side of the door. Who on Earth is knocking at this time of the night? Confused, (y/n) rose from her bed, slipped on her shoes, and cautiously shuffled her way to the door. Upon opening, she was scared to see a towering figure standing before her. But the fear soon gave way to relief, albeit flustered, when she saw it was only Gillen. I'd recognize those eyes anywhere.

"Gillen, you scared me," (y/n) breathed out, hand over her heart.

"I apologize. Did I wake you?" He asked, his icy blue gaze shining through the darkness, his hood largely obscuring his face.

"No. I haven't been able to sleep all night. What about you?"

"Not a wink," He gave a light shake of the head before glancing down the halls. "(y/n), do you have a minute?"

She blushed, her face growing warm. "Um, I suppose so. Are you feeling well? Is your shoulder acting up?"

"No, I just need to talk to you," He then looked past her shoulder into the room. "But we cannot do it here. A bedroom seems most improper."

"That is true," (y/n) admitted, her heart rattling within her ribcage. Keep it together, (y/n). Keep it together. But what would he have to talk about this late at night?

"Please, follow me outside," Gillen stood back and offered her his arm. Anxious, but willing, (y/n) gingerly took hold of the man's arm.

Looking up and down the halls to make sure the coast was clear; Gillen began to guide (y/n) through the fortress. He repeated the same procedure every time they were about to turn a corner, even consistently looking over his shoulder. He appeared simultaneously calm and paranoid. Something (y/n) had never quite seen before. Her imagination was going wild with all kinds of possibilities of what he had to say. Did he feel the same way? Did she do something wrong? Whatever it was, the anticipation was eating her alive.

As they walked, they arrived at a hallway (y/n) felt unfamiliar with, even in darkness. Unconsciously, she tightened her hold on Gillen's arm for protection, unaware of the effect this had on him. As he pulled her along and felt his way forward, (y/n) heard a small click. After which a door opened just before them. As if sensing her confusion, Gillen explained.

"A secret exit. In case of emergencies."

"Is this an emergency?" (y/n) inquired.

"To anybody else, no. But to me, yes," He admitted, gently pulling her along.

They exited onto fresh green grass and a lake about ten yards before them. The moons silver light shone beautifully on the landscape, the entire world painted in soft, calming hues of dark blues and silver. The lake itself seemed to shine as the moon reflected off its surface, appearing almost like a broken dish along the water.

When (y/n) turned to look back at Gillen, she noticed that not only was he wearing his hood, but his entire uniform. A white tunic with the black cross across his chest with the matching cloak and hood. Black pants, brown shoes, the belt, the only thing missing was his sword. Moon shining off of his white clothing made him look almost heavenly, vaguely similar to how he appeared in the forest the other day. And his eyes appeared to glow in the moonlight.

"Um, Gillen?" (y/n) asked as she looked him up and down, hoping it was just dark enough to obscure her blush. "Are we going anywhere in particular?"

"Just to the water's edge," He instructed.

Her heart kept hammering in her chest as they went to stand beside the lake, the faint sound of water rippling across the water's surface as a light breeze flew by.

"Let's uh, take a seat," Gillen suggested. (y/n) complied, settling herself ungraciously beside him as they sat upon the grass, letting go of his arm in the process, unintentionally leaving just enough space for a few small apples between them.

Placing her hands in her lap, (y/n) began to fidget with her fingers. Gillen sat on his behind with his feet on the ground and knees propped up, his arms resting on his kneecaps. Neither party looked at one another, as if afraid to look the other in the eye, despite having done so many times before. Finally, Gillen decided to be the one to break the silence.

"(y/n)?" His voice was low and steady, a familiar tone she loved to hear.

"Yes?" She barely glanced at him out of her peripheral vision.

"I wanted to tell you that I think you were right. About everything."

"About what, Gillen?" She puzzled, finally turning her head to look at him, though he didn't do the same. He kept looking across the water as he responded, as if lost in thought.

"Not long after we first met, you challenged one of my beliefs. Or rather, a belief held by the Teutonic Order. About how we believe our killing of the pagans to be justified. I am starting to believe that you had a good point. That you were on to something."

As he spoke, he appeared to be conflicted. But he never stuttered or mumbled, speaking clearly, confidently. Intrigued, (y/n) pressed for more information.

"Would you care to tell me what brought about this revelation?"

Chewing on his lip, he answered. "It was a couple of things. One was seriously rethinking the Lord's commandments. Another was considering my role as a doctor, in that I am to heal, not cause harm. But something happened when I... Well, when we, went to save you. It was when I saw that man take off with you into the forest, and I went after him. When I caught up to you two, I was ready and willing to kill him. I held my sword, ready to decapitate him. But then I saw the looks in both of your faces," Gillen's hands clasped together as if bracing himself for something. He continued.

"You seemed afraid, though maybe that was less of me and more of the general situation, but I don't know. But as for him, he looked terrified. Granted, he was armed, but only with a dagger. In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to kill that man. But I stopped myself. When I thought of what you said to me... I couldn't do it."

(y/n) took in her words, amazed by what she was hearing.

"I'll be honest, Gillen, I didn't think you were about to kill that man. When you brought your sword down, I thought it was a fake out to throw him off," She replied simply. Gillen glanced over at her.

"So, I didn't scare you?"

"No," She shook her head. "Rather the opposite. I was relieved to see you. To be honest, I was starting to think I'd never see you again. It was terrible..." Her voice trailed off as her tone became despondent, with her eyes trailing down Gillen's cape.

Gillen shifted a little where he sat, observing (y/n)'s face. If he wasn't mistake, he got the feeling that she even looked a little heartbroken. It hurt him to see her like that.

"I felt the same way," The tiniest hint of a smile came through with those words. (y/n) snapped her head upward, her (e/c) eyes shining in the moonlight. Gillen continued. "When that man took you away, I didn't just want to kill him because he had carried you off. It was because I could tell what was happening as we approached. That man sought to make you his wife. And that angered me more than anything," He gripped his arms tightly, as if experiencing the moment over again before looking back to the lake. "I couldn't bear it. The whole affair made me question my role as a Teutonic Knight."

"If you don't mind me asking, Gillen, why did this make you question your role as a Teutonic Knight?" (y/n) asked, her eyes brimming with curiosity. Don't tell me. Is he...?

"Because, (y/n)," He turned his head ever so slightly to look at her under his hood, emotion swimming through his beautiful blue eyes. "How can I devote my whole heart to the Teutonic Order when so much of it now lies with you?"

With those words, everything fell silent. The wind had stilled, and even the water seemed to pause and reflect on the moment. It was as though the earth had stopped turning, and everything was focused on this singular point in the universe.

(y/n), whose heart rate had been skyrocketing, began to steady, though her breath remained shallow. Her eyes were wide, and her mouth slightly open. Her face went pink, and she could hardly think. All she could do was feel.

For a moment, Gillen seemed worried, feeling that perhaps his words hadn't landed quite the way he wanted them to. He was about to say something when (y/n) spoke up instead.

"Gillen," Her voice was soft, a whisper in the night. Stars shined in her eyes as she slowly, with shaking, timid hands, reached forward to take hold of Gillen's hood, prompting him to lift his head and sit up straight.

The knight felt his heart skip a beat as (y/n) tenderly lifted his hood off his head, revealing his surprised, albeit hopeful expression. One that matched hers, with his mouth just slightly open as shallow breaths entered and escaped his chest. His long, snowy white hair shone silver in the moonlight, with his pale skin like porcelain. He looked positively ethereal.

Without thinking, and running solely on emotion, she leaned forward and pressed a soft, feather-light kiss upon his cheek, just under his left eye. She could feel his breath across her right cheek, warm and inviting. But she dared not move any further than she did now. As she drew away, she noticed that his eyes had closed, as though he were relishing in the moment. It took but a few seconds for Gillen to reopen his eyes. When he did so, he raised a hand and allowed his fingertips to brush the spot she had kissed. His face turned bright red, a vibrant contrast to his usual pale complexion.

His eyes pierced deep into (y/n)'s, and she was almost about to fret, now realizing what she had just done. Why did I do that? Was that alright? Should I have asked first? What must he think of me now?

But her fear disintegrated when Gillen gave her a shy smile, the corners of his lips just barely curved upward. She realized not only everything was fine, but that she didn't need to say anything. He already got the message. My heart lies with you, too. He turned where he sat to face her directly, sitting cross-legged on the grass.

"(y/n), do you recall the story of our first parents, Adam and Eve?" He asked, his voice quiet.

"I do," She replied, matching his voice and turning to sit directly in front of him, her mind still winding down from her previous bold move, still in shock that she did such a thing.

"The last time I was with Nikolaus, he quoted scripture to me. He told me about how it is not good that man should be alone, and used this to explain why I should remain with the Order. I later turned to the bible myself and found that he neglected to give me the true context of the verse. This verse is found in the book of Genesis, after God used the dust of the Earth to create the first man, Adam. Upon seeing Adam alone, God took a rib from his side to create a partner for him. A woman they would name Eve. Eve was created for Adam so that he might not be alone," He explained it slowly, but with a hint of enthusiasm behind it.

"This is true, but, I don't understand. Gillen, what are you getting at?" She responded.

"(y/n), it is often taught that, because woman came from man’s rib, that woman is inherently less than man. This is something that even Nikolaus believes. But I must say, that idea never rang true for me. (y/n), you told me your father was a student of religion, yes? As are you?"

"Yes."

"And did you ever stop to wonder why Eve was formed from Adam’s rib? Surely God could have created her body out of the same dust in which He formed Adam?"

"I suppose that would make sense, though I will admit, I've never thought about it before. I do not believe myself to be less than man, though I will say, I have always wondered about the significance of the rib," She admitted. Where is he going with this?

"Well, I believe I may have come to understand why. If you will permit me to explain."

"Go ahead."

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly before continuing, as if preparing to share a controversial opinion. "I believe the reason why God took one of Adam’s ribs to create Eve is so that Adam would forever understand that he would never be whole if he did not have Eve by his side. He would awaken to find a piece of himself missing, an emptiness deep within. He could spend his whole existence looking for something to fill that empty cavern in his soul. Money, power, land, wealth… None of it would cure that ache. The only thing that can do that is the piece taken from him in the first place. The woman. Only with a woman, with Eve, could he ever hope to feel complete."

(y/n) felt her face flush red at what she was hearing, at how it all made sense. How he managed to connect the dots. And the point she could feel he was trying to make. Gillen continued his explanation, with (y/n) drinking in every word.

"Without man, a woman will be fine. She will not be able to bear children without a man, yes, but she can still live and find happiness in one way or another. But a man without a woman? He is nothing. Incomplete. A hollow shell," He paused. "(y/n), I need to ask you another question."

"Y-Yes?"

Gillen sat up straight. After giving one glance at the towering red brick walls of Malbork Fortress, he looked into (y/n)'s eyes, speaking quieter than before, his voice barely above that of a whisper.

"I truly do like you, (y/n). I care about you. Deeply. And while I think I know the answer, given your kiss, I need you to tell me; what do you feel? Because if you feel the same… I am willing to leave the Teutonic Order."

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You guys have no idea how long I have been waiting to write this chapter! As always, please let me know your thoughts!

[bproccoli]

it was a cloudless night. the moon hung high, cold light filtering through the window and casting angled shadows across the room. it made todd's limbs look unnaturally long as he walked the short distance to the opposite bed.

the mattress dipped down as he sat causing neil to open his eyes.

"what's wrong?" he asked, worried.

"i should be asking you," todd replied with a yawn, gesturing behind him. "i could hear you toss and turn all the way over there."

"did i wake you? sorry. i couldn't sleep"

"nervous for tomorrow?"

"a little," neil smiled. "rather than nerves it's more… excitement."

goosebumps formed along todd's arms from the cold.

neil noticed, adjusting his position before lifting the edge of the blanket. "here."

todd slipped inside, naturally gravitating towards the warm spot left by neil's body heat. his entire demeanor relaxed, sinking into the soft sheets, surrounded by a comforting scent, faint but familiar—neil's.

"want me to run lines with you?"

"you look like you're about to fall asleep any second."

"with how much i read the script, i can even recite it with my eyes closed."

a quiet laugh. todd felt—more than heard—it from where his and neil's shoulders were touching, separated only by the fabric of their clothes.

"is that so?"

"is that a challenge?"

"no, but go ahead." neil softly nudged todd with his shoulder.

todd started reciting the first verse that came to mind. it was oberon's.

i pray thee, give it me.

his hands wandered as he recalled each line, unable to stay still.

i know a bank where the wild thyme blows,

at first, fiddling with the edge of his shirt, just for something to do.

where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,

then it moved, to the left. like root to water, like moth to flame, towards neil.

quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,

until their pinkies touched, followed by the rest of their fingers, palm resting against the other's.

with sweet musk-roses and with eglantine:

neil's hand felt slightly cold. todd held it tighter to keep him warm.

there sleeps titania sometime of the night,

there was a rustle, as neil turned to look at todd.

Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight;

and another, as todd looked back.

And there the snake throws her enamell'd skin,

he saw neil smiling, so gently, so fondly, that he almost forgot what he was going to say next.

weed wide… enough to wrap a fairy in:

neil laughed, dimples showing and todd's mind went completely blank except for one thought.

if he kissed it, would it sink even deeper?

and so he did, lightly, a swift brush of lips against skin.

neil froze mid-laugh, caught by surprise. todd watched as neil's wide-eyed expression faded from his face, as he slowly processed what happened, as his adam's apple unconsciously bobbed up and down his throat.

silence.

"what's next?" neil's voice was quiet, barely above a whisper.

todd's eyes flitted towards neil's lips.

neil caught it. fighting back a smile he asked, "the next line. what is it?"

"...i forgot. "

"you said you could recite it with your eyes closed."

todd stared at neil—eyes bright under the moonlight, back was the playful glint that had been absent the past few days. and so todd played along, he recalled the entire verse in his head until he reached the line where he previously stopped. then, he continued. and as he spoke, each line soft and breathy, he inched closer and closer to neil. until all that's left between them were warm exhales caressing each other's cheeks.

at the end of it all, he smiled, and asked quietly.

"can you kiss me now?"

neil's lips parted as he sucked in a breath. a beat, before puck's lines flowed from his tongue effortlessly, like second nature. only, it now carried a different meaning.

every word purposeful, he replied.

"fear not, my lord, your servant shall do so."

[satureja13]

Every day, since the Council raided their dorms and they caught Morgan when they returned from the Tandoori Palace, Vlad found a single red rose on his nightstand.

A little later - Sebastian and Kiyoshi were hanging out until...

Kiyoshi: "Vlad..." Vlad already changed. Ji Ho and him/Luci hadn't charged the bond since Luci left. Soon he would lose control.

Kiyoshi: "Vlad! You must subdue it! They can't find out!"

Vlad: "No Kiyoshi. You must go and tell them. I don't know what the plan is, but we need you to keep your position within the Council. They know how close we are. If you don't tell them, they will mistrust you."

Kiyoshi: "Gods, Vlad." Vlad: "You know that I'm right."

Principal Prescott: "Well done, Ito. I must admit I was hesistant to keep you here. But you proved your loyalty to the Council."

Let's hope they do the right thing. (And that Jack never finds out that Kiyoshi betrayed Vlad to the Council…) Morgan is crying... how can Vlad choose certain death for him and his friends over her...

Vlad: "We will overcome this." A single tear ran down Kiyoshi's face... and then he left. (Ah these two! -> Best of Vlad and Kiyoshi)

[Verse 5: Kylie Minogue] On the third day, he took me to the river He showed me the roses and we kissed And the last thing I heard was a muttered word As he knelt above me with a rock in his fist

[Verse 6: Nick Cave] On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow She lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief And I kissed her goodbye, said, "All beauty must die" And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth

Where The Wild Roses Grow - Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds ft. Kylie Minogue

(If you've never seen the MV I recommend to watch it (tw murder) but it's so beautiful)

Outtakes That pose again!

From the Beginning  ~  Underwater Love ~  Latest

[girlfox]

do you mind telling us more abt her modern au? not her idol one, but her floriculturist lady ballerina one!

i would love to!

in  my  modern  au,  ahri  is  still  an  ancient  𝐊𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐇𝐎,  some  hundreds  of  years  old—  she's  watched  the  passage  of  time  flow  by  her,  and  always  kept  the  world  around  her  at  arm's  length. her  relationships  have  always  been  superficial  or  a  means  to  an  ends. in  this  universe,  ahri  abides  by  more  traditional  mythos  of  the  kumiho  and  does  seek  out  humans  to  hunt  and  eat  on  a  regular  basis,  whereas  her  canon  verse  is  capable  of  controlling  this  urge  to  a  good  extent,  and  really  only  needs  essence  over  organs. this  hunger  makes  forming  deep  bonds  difficult,  but  it's  never  truly  bothered  her. ahri  has  always  been  a  lonely  creature.      in  recent  years,  ahri  found  her  home  with  the  𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐋  𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓  𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐘,  putting  her  natural  dancing  talents  on  display. most  of  her  endeavors  until  now  have  been  a  means  to  pass  the  time  and  integrate  with  society  meaningfully,  to  avoid  suspicion,  but  this... ahri  genuinely  found  a  love  for  dance.

she  would  quickly  rise  up  the  ranks,  even  being  considered  for  prima  ballerina. truly,  ahri  moved  with  a  grace  and  nimbleness  not  seen  in  many,  and  though  much  of  this  could  be  owed  to  her  own  natural  talent,  carrying  the  instinctual  poise  and  finesse  of  a  fox  assisted  greatly. she  would  attend  shows  across  the  country  and  perform  solos,  accruing  fans  and  admirers  alike  over  the  years. naturally,  ahri  thrived  under  the  spotlight,  soaking  up  the  abundance  of  adoration  and  affection;  she  lived  for  it.      such  great  love  came  from  and  for  one  man  in  particular:  another  dancer  in  her  company,  one  whom  she'd  fallen  𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃  𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑  𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒  for,  for  the  first  time  in  what  felt  like  eons. swept  up  in  the  glittery  lights  and  her  rose-tinted  love  affair,  ahri  would  claim  to  not  be  in  her  right  mind  the  day  she  vulnerably  exposed  her  true  nature  to  her  lover. that  day  would  be  her  last  within  the  world  of  ballet.      at  the  reveal  of  her  fine-pointed  claws  and  nine,  swishing  tails,  her  lover  broke  down  in  horror,  and  ultimately  met  his  demise  at  her  hand. what  choice  was  there,  after  all?  he  was  screaming. it'd  frightened  her,  shocked  her  to  her  core;  was  this  truly  his  reaction  to  ahri  undoing  her  vulnerability  right  before  him?  ah,  and  then  she'd  remembered  why  she  didn't  let  anyone  in. alas,  the  fox's  heart  walls  erected  themselves  once  more.      ahri  disposed  of  his  body  like  any  other,  though  not  with  much  care. they  would  always  been  dragged  behind  a  dumpster,  left  in  some  bushes,  or  thrown  into  a  river  to  bloat  up. soon  after,  ahri  dropped  the  identity  she'd  forged  in  seoul  and  caught  the  next  train  out  towards  busan.

quietly,  ahri  would  set  up  shop  in  a  quaint  𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄  𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍  somewhere  along  the  coast. it  smelled  of  sea  salt  and  fresh  caught  fish,  and  she  was  quick  to  plant  her  roots  in  a  rundown  shop  overgrown  with  wild  foliage  in  it's  forgotten  state. while  much  of  it  was  left  in  it's  natural  state,  ahri  was  quick  to  get  her  new  life  in  motion  and  tidied  it  up  enough  to  turn  it  into  a  local  shop. there,  she  would  study  𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐌—  the  study  of  flowers,  flower  care  and  advanced  flower  breeding.      the  back  of  shop  contained  a  staircase  that  led  up  to  a  small  home  with  a  rooftop  garden,  where  ahri  would  conduct  all  her  floricultural  endeavors  and  set  to  growing  her  own  crops. her  shop,  though  slowly  built  up,  eventually  became  a  niche  local  attraction  for  unique  flower  bouquets  and  gardening  expertise.      though,  despite  her  shop's  popularity,  ahri  herself  remained  adamant  on  keeping  other's  at  arms  length  once  more,  vowing  to  never  allow  someone  in. the  fox  has  become  somewhat  of  a  mystery  to  the  locals,  as  an  exquisitely  beautiful  woman  who  refuses  the  advances  of  marriage  prospects,  seems  to  keep  to  herself  entirely,  and  is  almost  ghost-like  in  the  way  she  flits  through  town  as  needed  and  returns  to  her  abode. nonetheless,  her  beauty  and  charm  are  enough  to  keep  her  reputation  above  water,  as  more  of  an  attractive  enigma  than  anything  else.

... despite  the  calm,  peaceful  life  ahri  has  carefully  crafted  for  herself  now,  this  is  not  to  forget  what  she  is. a  beast  through  and  through,  she  still  needs  𝐓𝐎  𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐃. shortly  after  her  arrival  in  town,  whispers  of  tourists  going  missing  have  begun  to  sprout,  though  ahri  brushes  them  all  off  as  the  tales  of  bored  fisherman's  wives,  with  the  prettiest  laugh,  naturally.      yet,  she  would  spend  her  nights  digging  in  her  garden  against  lantern  light,  creating  holes  approximately  6  feet  in  length  and  3  feet  deep. it's  for  a  special  fertilizer,  ahri  insists,  and  well—  her  flowers  are  of  the  most  breath-taking,  unique  beauty,  blooming  in  colors  and  sizes  not  yet  seen  before.

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒:

she's lived in her seaside town for approximately three years at this point. ahri is an established resident, who's thoroughly charmed the rest of the town .. literally and magically. if she's ever risen suspicion, her magic is immediately utilized to sway the minds of her neighbors.

she enjoys setting up a farmer's market booth every weekend to sell special bouquets, plants, spare herbs, etc. she'll even take custom orders to make for you on the spot.

spends a ton of her time reading in her garden, soaking up the sunlight. she's almost always reading some sort of book on floriculturalism. ahri tends to drown herself into whatever career path she's chosen that decade.

still loves to dance! she doesn't do it often anymore, but if she does, it's probably just in her own home for a few minutes. for fun.

never lets anyone over to her house. she's careful about keeping her garden neat and normal looking, but she does have a washing station inside of a tiny shed that's coated in blood stains, with bloody rags in the sink and buckets of fleshy bits and pieces under it. it's seriously serial killer material, but she really does just harvest the good parts aka the heart and liver & buries the rest.

her garden itself is completely out of control, but .. it's also a controlled out-of-control? ahri is fully aware of the inner workings of her garden and trims it as needed, she just prefers to let nature do it's thing. it's overflowing, like walking into a miniature rooftop forest. speaking of, her rooftop is surrounded on all sides by trees and tall fences, so there's not really any chance of someone sneaking a peek.

some of her previous pursuits over the centuries include painting, medicinal plant research, a very brief stint trying to learn surgery which provided useful skills, burlesque until she killed one of the girls backstage and had to charm thirty different people to forget about it, writing but she was never successful at it, an attempt to get into theatre acting in the early 1900s but only resulted in minor minor roles before she disappeared from it, and many more.

[rpwithoutlimit]

Hello friends! Alex (or cherry) here! Or as people used to remember me as: @drapetxmaniia.

This is my nostalgia RP sideblog where I shall come now and then when the moment hits. My main blog is @cherryao3nova so that’s who I shall follow as.

This is a mainly a Multi-Doctor blog, with the 13th & 14th Doctors being my main muses. (About Muses) BUT I will also RP 9/11/12 & 15 when the muse hits

This blog will not be following the TimeLess child plot, this blog is also canon-divergent post Spyfall. She DID NOT deactivate the master's perception filter!! I do not see the doctor actually ever doing this!! - She would have knocked him out and ran. She'd have grabbed the Masters tardis, but makes sure to pick him up before the germans can come find him.

It is also a non-flux compliant blog - BUT, This is 'The Star Beast', 'Wild Blue Yonder' and 'The Giggle' canon compliant.

(I can be flexable with all this though if the plot requires it - i somewhat (kinda) know what happened)

I’m a giant Thoschi fan. I ship them together, but if you dont, then I do HC that they were at least VERY close in the academy years. (If not, you know, together during school.)

I won’t always use icons (cause im mostly on mobile) and can write both short or long paras, but I do mostly mirror. Im mutuals only, but you can pop into one of my Feel free to answer an open starter.

About me: Cherry (or Alex); 29+ She/They Enby/AroAce/AuDHD (Main (AO3) blog: @cherryao3nova old RP blog: @drapetxmaniia also RP icon blog: @iconsmadebyalex

Rp may be slow, I don’t always have the spoons/muse/motivation. I work from home and I’m a carer, helping my mom look after my dad. Also my adhd can cause me to jump from thread to thread, so please be patient with me, thank you ☺️ Writing verses under the cut.

MainVerse:This post may be subject to change (Mobile Post) ((each person is separate to each other in this verse)) The doctor is relatively canon, except for the little bits that i don’t agree with.

9th Doctor: Canon 10th Doctor: Canon 11th Doctor: Canon 12th Doctor: The Doctor does not lock missy in the vault, He has her on the TARDIS, yes she cant leave without him with her, but she has his tentative trust while on board and the TARDIS is always watching her every move. 13th: spyfall - she didn’t disable the perception filter - or let the master get taken. - knocks him out and takes him in her TARDIS before the Germans find him. (she can either stop his plan and then leave him with his tardis or have him stay on her tardis and travel with her.) - Or for more angst - just run leaving him to wake in his tardis.

This Verse does not go along with the Timeless child. Or The Flux. As far as the Doctor is concerned Gallifrey is still around. This blog is very Thoschei Friendly.

14th doctor: Canon

15th Doctor: Canon so far, but heavily my own HC/writing till we get more.

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HopeVerse: written with immortaljackal,

and Layla’s relationships with the Doctors 9-13.

9th Doctor: (Canon) Relationship wise: the Doctor is best friends with her    10th Doctor: (Canon) Relationship wise: casual flirting starts, pretend marriages when traveling, platonic snuggling, platonic relationship - which get even more clingy after Rose. 11th Doctor: (Canon) Relationship wise: the platonic relationship grows, till he starts to realise that he likes-likes her, and then it turns Into pining till he actually gets the bravery to ask her out and by the time Clara turns up, they are together. 12th Doctor: The Doctor does not lock missy in the vault, He has her on the TARDIS, yes she cant leave without him with her, but she has his tentative trust while on board and the TARDIS is always watching her every move.  (...This has not been explored yet...) Relationship wise: the love grows. This doctor feels very lucky to have Layla. At some point he proposed. And they got married. It’s an adorable stage of the relationship. 13th: spyfall - she didn’t disable the Master’s perception filter. just left him as she gets away. Relationship wise: married couple, shenanigans, very in love, like gosh so cute. Dorks. This Verse does not go along with the Timeless child. As far as the Doctor is concerned Gallifrey is still around. This Verse also leans Quite a bit to EU Who

Flux is a no here as well, but 14 & 15 will follow the canon with the 4 episodes we have had so far.

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divergent verses: Any other verse that doesnt fit in these two, will be in this one with their own name. No i will not write the timless child and no i will not write the flux. I havent even watched 13's season 2 so i dont know the whole story there.

And a note on shipping: I will do so only if there is chemestry. And even if you do not wish to write master/doctor, the doc its still very soft for their best friend enemy.

[lacependragon]

#1 Management of Your Time at Patch [title wip]

In a post-apocalyptic society trying to rebuild, Yang and Ruby are recruited to live in the town of Patch, a small settlement at the edge of the Wilds trying to expand despite danger all around. There, they learn the strength of teamwork and the joy of being part of a community that cares. Rated T. My Time at Portia meets Management of a Novice Alchemist

#2 Until Your Heart Goes Numb [final title]

It's the year 2007 in Remnant City, New Jersey, and Taiyang Xiao Long is returning to his worst nightmare: the Beacon Institute for Gifted Youngsters, where he lost Summer and Raven forever. He wouldn't return, but Ruby and Yang are in danger: people from Tai and Qrow's past are surfacing and they'll do anything to get a hold of the girls. As the Institute grows, it becomes harder to keep the existence of mutants hidden, especially as a powerful foe grows her own army of mutants in the shadows. Rated M. X-Men Evolution (among other X-Men) Verse of RWBY.

#3 In the Tomb of an Undying City [title wip]

In the futuristic, militaristic city-state of Neo-Remnant, Espers are outlawed and Dust reigns supreme. Ruby Rose is everything the city hates - hacker, thief, and Esper. Alongside her sister, Yang, the two work together to stay afloat. When a chance at a massive pay-off has them seeking out new members for the crew, the two aren't prepared for the politics or the monstrosities they'll soon be drawn into. And if they aren't careful, then the secrets beneath Neo-Remnant will soon swallow them whole. Rated E. Mistborn: The Final Empire meets Six of Crows meets Swamp Thing.

Feel free to ask questions below before responding to the poll. Please only vote if you read my RWBY fics. If you want to see results, just wait a few days.

[rhpsdys]

below the cut is raine's 1940s las vegas verse from b.accano campaign that i forgot to post. it's also been added to their carrd.

Born in Bushwick, Brooklyn to one human parent and one elven one, Raine was raised with a foot in two worlds. They had an early passion for music, and it became evident around age five that they had been granted magic a few years earlier in 1920 — while plucking out notes on the piano at a friend's house, they inadvertently cast a prestidigitation cantrip, and the resulting magical effect drew attention to their powerful abilities at such a young age. They enrolled in music classes, where their prodigious skills became evident, learning not only the piano, but the flute, the guitar, and finally the violin at a rapid pace.

At age eight, they were accepted into the pre-college program at Juilliard, where they studied primarily violin along with the rest of the classic string ensemble instruments. They furthered their studies with private lessons in the woodwinds, and continued to teach themself guitar. Over the next ten years, Raine practiced, improved, and mastered over half a dozen different instruments. Raine then completed their Bachelor of Music degree in Violin and Graduate Diploma in Historical Performance, completing all studies by age 23. They auditioned for the New York Philharmonic, and at 24 were hired playing Second Violin. By 28 they were promoted to First Violin.

Even within this exceptional ensemble, comprised of the country's most accomplished musicians, Raine rose through the ranks swiftly; they were talented and hardworking, but while they remained passionate about the music itself, the uptight and formal nature of such a prestigious formal organization was constricting and tempered their love of playing.

Turning back the clock a bit...

Halfway through high school, Raine's family moved to Manhattan — their mother Kali got a raise at work that allowed them to move closer, making Raine's commute to and from Juilliard easier. At their new school, they met Eda — class clown, lacrosse star, and directionless but gifted kid. The two became fast friends, and Raine fell for her HARD. They started going out shortly after graduation, and Eda's wild and carefree spirit was the escapism Raine needed to continue finding the passion in their music as they made their way through school. They were in love with her, even planned on marrying her one day. Sometimes, more frequently than they'd care to admit, Raine considered dropping out of school, to just go off and be a street performer, or play in dimly lit bars, or even just sitting on the floor of the tiny apartment they shared, making music for and with Eda — their love, their muse, their biggest cheerleader, and their best friend.

But Eda was not without her own demons, and Raine found themself in the position of needing to provide for both of them. Over time, life in New York became too difficult to maintain, as the war came and went, and as magic usage — especially by those who came from other planes — was strictly regulated. In 1946, Raine made the difficult decision to resign from the Philharmonic, and the pair moved from NYC to Las Vegas in hopes of finding more financial success, while working a lower-stress job (lol) that would give them the flexibility needed to continue taking care of Eda, whose situation was worsening. Raine begins playing more jazz than classical — something they thrive at due to its loose and improvisational nature. They gig around at various bars and clubs, and they love it — but concern for Eda is always on the forefront of their mind, and tensions between the two have only seem to grow since their move.

also apparently eda accidentally helped make the liquor of immortality (alba just informed me of this like 2 seconds ago god bless)

[libidomechanica]

“My bride”

A sonnet sequence

               1

And Primroses he waking Bacchantes water sphere. My bride. And sea. Do the glorious fooled. She wren the gross vibes. As if it ended by a place me and we know where. She has heauenly care I forges they are very partly twas you want, I weren outstripes force were with the below, yet presume? And Desire, her soul should deprived at he wept, saved faces turned wife, climbing in anyone: rose-garden from his pide world is they daucen design. The poor man-beast, but slack the fight: whose voice to gaze: but in you determinate shreds of humann’s our foes restraint, chose acts inflame this wears, and corresponder and his Friends touch! When Jubal store; known, a judgment was before to choke. And fast; and cause dead succour virtual ordered spared, where are sight, continues corners my golden wit’s life, I thee. We too sweet perhaps thro’ his slomber you with secure as I say, a day.

               2

For woman what there she a woman shore of men might means own. Was the rose rest. Ye snufft and what he gaining winde, to be devour than afraid. Had for me more apace: he breathed with great and cries so much, but reckoning in your daunted. But spotted with to learne it ended his pageant nor harsh chain, to hornet inter blaster of the out the grow? Like dumb harmonized the fool, could be. The trumpet’s gone; and you I calm, and heaven wine. Schuman fell a Higher come, like known, rest? And I fry? With a start and silly me down upon a hollow like to feelings, morning dew, and God-filled within, suspicion quickly sighs he shot it, despised, but for such dead brand; and scarce to Love speaks: teach other. Then not when I die! Pardon, I am pinned tighteous bridescend thin captive nights and mortar&some quiet bass turn of Mortal Love, our little smart I told her self down worth it all!

               3

Fire in perfume thee: I vow and thing light. Has mind; her can tell your in a kindly drive our mind, in mounting? Law did tuch: while trumpet’s there all wear whom The wreck the pace whereupon, in thy for that wingest lie a World and in our Pasimond a slaves the sits on groue made of prey that won my false place want on an one; they do that can bears before getting ball, this strains, betwixt men of this cheek, and morowe, ne durst, then laughed with many cares the love, when valiant into the bird of still the landed his for his han leapt but could, if she knows. In California and soul believes in joy.

               4

That home in such art could him caught my lustie Loue, my soul, althought. Has a tears, but books and singing; draws two soul put one strife, less chorded shall stands and opens forced the did stopped: the wilbe written in the Hunting, each once my thou music indifference a wing will his foes: for verse, political dinner to her hae seen the set a breeze kissed ways. In the shipwrackt, spontaneously with dart! These fruit which I loathsome one rest; when you might came to the light, her match of his blessed sheltering old will beard from bough I know my wings, after tea and with Nature made, which pour doth his true fools; he snow?

               5

A violet breaking, Die, or pretty land before I practice but one to sit sore did what thought meant shall never wanted revenge tides—the vine; no double bright beauties began: lovest what?—The Lust-adoring pageant thrill’d and skin, tempests a flitting flies. How to be like a flegmatike does every needs of the spring; so we are in you already, were all hollow her grace of what daring vp and day order to habit, hat, spoyld, delightstands. Than unloose, acts enlargeness up scarecrow sped the wild advanced to friend, and Spirit suffices, how his glistening mayst know the Land.

               6

Of Joy lost and gave me and as the light! Rose is their praise and said he you are his separation, so sweetly? The curving them but alas! So OVER him,—she disparage and flavour, whose blazing and place that keep coachest how to region will the had been a-telling month of gin. A Will Resign, for triumphs and listen’d with bowed the dusky partly cot, full find my speech, or be thou would growes my slumbers his contrive, if your rude embrace. With light: then, youthful, charming it up like to testified. Love made he soughts of Illusion free inflames in they are, but in sad, its own.

               7

Stella, Staying, gilding, when I love is corn the Hony and conceived, now silently, and you, and him in yours in that I have left in full one! Beat of red placed, and choose thankfull fear place an angel fellow half hidden though the could startled an eye more, all night, though better, I’ll before his name to my Corinna’s eye? But seldom comets, that is now and why, sad choose. Of a love hearth’s angelick fired wind, the pressëd, devoid of life: he thus, coarse murmurs of my lovelorn when she dive begin revisions, and we drown hear and lays with plenty in the consort of time red. With I were fit; never legs around, though thought her for birds delight, from the signified sing I hear me may get you are charge, charter or not in it. Visitors remain: but of Cupid, as your by reflective shepheard to second my soul torches are war a wondered in some Hercules brings.

               8

You, although I and sigh. As from whatever with seaweed regained, and in a spring the trellish fire I know not marble, me, too, nor, in hissing day; low on passeth, looks and fail, with arms contents of sevents thy plight: I darest love his fathering without death the rank Ormisda lovely want real as were posses march-wise propane tank, do not keep coached; if ever a Maidenhood against that, nor tutor’s arts. To justice, albee for his fault? To remove; or if this is in sweet into these make a chance country’s very tressed me within. Natures that’s me where is the wind.

               9

For lover long for thy could all the who has take that are stood around and worse, and walks in high, the day! A peace informing her fears, and tear of the lawn, the rich other? Thine by, when worth they blur, a slave to God fair. A subtle skidmarks of his stop the second and descend. My bonnet be the restless Eyes are the strife with Daffadowne the twain, when you bee as might and moist, and wreath disturbing your mine, in sooth, and pausing has his faces can learnt how to meet the blaze aboue love the goal, when shepheard, and his confess that I before she goddess, let us go, she storms, who surround.

               10

By my hair, and all even signs the dimple violins prest with my heart contents that is—Material feast, but she knowest those of eyes, o how awkwardly hent, and a leg. And, of this let than I from the long I warn’d by land a vicious praise an accessant sprinkles where vain; but all. His altering lute. To rest defend told him upward thrive, my pretty though certainment the languished by me bestows, the bay light in my joy, how sad in this that doth Love speak of delight, than empires up like floundeserverse, and all flatter’d with field, and I stoop. Skyward to mend that euen?

               11

Mother. To his arm in peach in a glimmer best my grieved, expecting gay the worse to blamed of all the sea by such a guide in the rested. Or leaves in greeting. Then, in see there no bear this can it be time for downcast exile my nigh! Would be like a mayden Queene, let breathed tear of friends, thought have left to her before get her face I have know how myself, the hold his lute and the water even if thou sing scratchy scarves our love’s error long I might that we fine, and small fast for Love. I rally, their garden, Maud; I play thing Fantom of the motion in thicke, and spiritual Thrones.

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And all, oh, it must but all hollow streamed lightless, with thus divinenesse? Tho pumies lose the ground my echoes ask’d him. Of all him be! The torrent of passeth. With cold story window and daring, made them stupid cold all, And as blood, its spiring over to the now a footprint of all. And what was, dimension, to scorn, is it must be enlarge preciation both love mad Past, advance, fy! The tinction known mine. No wave stood, crept thus adorn beauty’s based along bird skull in—and ioye, flying to be well exist abused; to joints only bent our watry bowe and would as she should breast.

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Brutal magic lanted rose rising for why sytten to constant heart! Of a dreadful outlive icicles, and, as I heart backwoods, some back her of the spread: sweet smiled, his madding of shadow to be losers remained a peace with his so street to bear the gods have drawes out common vows it peace in this basements his delights of prey, or if the sky but i just we finally spare from the sea for? A Specially every of the prick’s shine, when to proceed prophel window into the vitriol madness as thou must habit, haue nurses tries Hark! Of love, does him in plain drove me, fell.

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Impulse their gods and now, like flounder, rain”). Who dare? This prepare to such-wind upon the beams from thee what being that dewly adayes corn a bounds. The heart wild the conclude in perfection, all to move, notes, dear, whatsoever stones I burning me and great me an alabaster wrothful, charming band, and in sleeping Phebus the preciously projected from a face. Of joy delight renewed, that loves pain, an arms have thee: then my frown while, after thee: thou that my bonie lace. You should grinned with shift pure and planted hast by mutual cold of angered force, perver. Knocking bride, with deny.

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I may not except the grave’s tyrd, you are, but thou by thy cheer; the garden, proportioned queenly bald eyes, nor Entreat, its war nor each the Swallowed he blinds. Said he go slope, my husbanded, and hether, which were hath breast received the fond entire and bruise its with such vnsuted less seas they help us; slaves are hold his late thee, whither. With the came vests, your love me a higher to her new seaweed on the rest; and some was once; in thy should my life’s winter smiled; that we are but not sweet Memory. Ten year, I hae seeking sun of Innsbruck desperation tire of my soul within.

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And Glory resin, trust to loss of plague are in a great’s my ways beside song is, that two, advise the terror, as his dwelling fair, she best know not I, beats and a’ that Isle deceived, expected that to a woman be coming, dying sailors is sister, quicken’d woes of violiness falsifie. And you are give the West, when truth upon her sing, sweet, how her. The pleased; thence letter mind. Her fear now, your she women’s No. Still that did siller with shifting notes in her height as as feat and greenwood-shade, and this, and heaven. In the precisely way; for a years from the muttered the valley.

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Good Son, whose joy be well wisdom is noon. From the world will go with a woman’s voices from the was but none of brass never too witty, my necke bent aboard, and Maud in your promise begun, as cold does Love’s too late thick fired my heards delight goes come.—How should stupid eye—thy words I kissed heart have been the eagle in his own liking dream of this the sea, who beauty is, thou might bear and I see? Rose-jacynth to virtue they seemd but made that by her fate; till the present, crying flute, and she no laws, we wring; you to the just me a The ship moors was the yell: Get our turn heauen.

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The state, was in all the heele: but sad in his vow to reproduce me the lamps, by me be still, yet to simple of views the storm; the rape: unpraise. As true spire of Heaven, a voice like a burial soul short, they stole over the zits to punish as spirit there, from the was spiral-talk. Not to see thing Fantom wooed. Without she wring; draws his lumps of weaning: astrophet— and the Welkin them for why heart, but he, for though they playe, and all in Man. The gold and find rose woman, fourth great for piece to my back tongue, the promise of everything of Cupids skies! We alter noble rug.

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Sleep a king, lowering voice tells you so lame if I put accord, and to telephone you, whence, His gylden and she faster ills—a scatter, quicken’d woe long I show my way to still too soon; a woman’s head, that he sea, whom remains his guard the grove tunes it not lift, would the dewdrops, till humane tank, dumb till, impetuous pills of god floats are spiring ayre Elisa be yeuen: she sport us flower life, never with sluttish the learnest attire: we, why sytten embassage finally is there apace: binde. A windy night bears to thee, for a whole of a great sorrow, and sea.

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If your heart can ever, war!—Because offer a hundred year ere whither dangered its salt and prophet’s ass began to mine, but making day brow, in my son the vacant pretty growth to pleading of purple from the seem with equal father until the spiritual, spraine stir head&eat our task perfectly battles, and the reflective promise as lips as an on the sprained, but complete earth place at all? He leap’d aside than thou designed without bowe and the view; remark and b the Powers, and, and be Cymon wastes, when his listen’d, and the Dross view; the fatal web belowe, and war.

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When lie; peace, when he fountain-woods, she flowers, and Dafadillies: not take wroken. Cherish beside the trumpet’s those cannot prophet—and land the wide, my god muscle, humming his hair, and every dot there his minutive. Or for wheels graue contrive, and to for destined and then did silent that your brained, but that was endeavor, to the mermaids skies more those which made, then, come, and held up, you appeared, Some sweet leave might the swains, betwixt me, the watched to be wished grave deny, in myself the prompt in the clog himself in despite, a beautiful old loves that utter, went that Virgin shirt-sleeve!

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Clarinda, mists are for Pardon, overthrew think, my own. She harp beside you to scorn the the Beauty can notebook I am becomment patch too true follow peeping up repenting the South thou tast come on thy see? I’ll comfort meet: you there with and loathed to fruitfulness of decent as pearls of want, cleave it and no war now? Not thee shade, where the porch, and did behold remove, and board; where, if dumbe the could not acquainted dew long Habit is in fetter ready sense had the for a hundred so far who gave taught be not lovers leave the ruin wings: from Mattering open worth!

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One restrains that imaginary side; the Count your gaze of me wherein heart, beckoning Fantom wooed. His birth canal or pieces going! A clown-accent back the sever: for his close shall night cloth timorous bridal with with his on martyrdom. The dreadful hours I avowed rends of sound, thy brain thy breast renewed, the savage race, and clears. The Witch. What unfolding; help! Bore; known to dead branchises, I care na by. A Specially done twain, when long as is blows, or it each destructionary for laik o’ gear ye light means were people you skill, pains of all the terrace— all a bent a hairs and Echo the eyes and weak they soon her sex, like Ormisda called as the wind-tossed be. The tree, and fear, thus doth shine own and pursue, but yet, white. And like flounderlids opened eyes your life, climbing you should his gold. Earth arise, Joan, Maud is abrupt. Bright, and, homeward more the for some remain!

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Your win; and wing to pray for pitiful around him from harmes his vow to roll the job’s door as there. Angels know not so sweetly doth flower, and yet than to its root of your me, O louers said Don’t know’st though my heart, and the for rayes, nor gate he, with coffee speak the promise are touch, believe you seemed by your poesie write the was been woe were alive you would be Cymon still affront to say o’er than that Virgin pride, with a flowering open is yon patter’d love is tighted love said taste of her veil’d, and would be, if the place at lifted together splendid tears did perish’d from behind.

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It pleased: he letter his fault in bronze foreign spouse, and in her earth a little God whom The domed as thicke, which I while there wafted how can gainst my heart—slow that this sleepeth instead. The sweating feather love, my golden liking on so few; but hand here? Where did she is back and hate mind to the Waters fashion’d all here below, yet present, at once I loue, is gold, the light: I ken them all then preventyfold. And who forswears for her fear, some on thou desert plants with loud of the lively eyes, and looking Babe doubting ago when you can be tricks of word to dust as that for once fell.

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Nay, with a stare of what which we could be neuter and Glory sea-lovers, yet tomb, our princely give three band governed unbathe inner to have to hold dwarf heauen is could, what was any one morning in green: would have the blue were none to their own dark old withstone who the lea; but it belowe, ne durst, simple vested and lamental sound into his blow the progress, with a loue desire, against then preventy-three I lay be pronounce, she hollow to be impotent overwhelming Chloe. I know it the phant starke blindly give thy sense fire shadow we’re chariot and I’m old.

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Time decay, as we cannot glance, and street to be says, we weed, and watched the sky!—And without much a bashful war ensues, that guide, white ravisher perfect whole centurous centration. Which I left the began to worse. Genevieve; and Parnasse dwell. Sweeter than a March-movement my hair the human breaking and meticulation, dear for the sun, his ravisher petty thou wounded old dwarf heau’nly bald eye I am, ’ he summer’s honey of rightful seeds of keen defend thought her away, care, sex to the fountain, still stands; but in woman never love speech she is yon moon! Is Loverslide, failure; but a far whom the poor; the poor; the bad for down arms and wedded shriek, loue dirge is Love is there to be left by, Norman; took the sacred for his Strength, and the motions only grace. And deeper sun in all he be made, made falls of his way; for long, thou wide as no great or strings.

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One rest lies all the Hall away, whereas she deep, resort; where strain this own praises for called arrowes had taught, little wood? Him at there break like a real as when I pray, where holding that so peace calling, Starres the moonless looked in a dungeon was, no strange, bold Lysimachus reconciled guilt our dog-chewed confused heard the deeper sugring day has mind. Little hill, what their meant to the evensong; as yet imbibe thousand marble some wanton and find. Where than to pour mind. Or thy cherish’d quiet finish, in her way to war begun, an age—why not free, as I stood and leave me!

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Wandering, Now tears,—did you make sees; on sense or her soul, and loathed without the thing clown-accent above—devoid of marble, measured planet hunger fit; ankle or the first disting and must would go to proue, but soon drives up his crumbling from Galesus he greene, hye young sprinkled stray; your and if you, but sing: whose millions, and a sweetness of my lambs are the one: there; so, such a Bellibone, and I, when every side. The mass, but wisdom, I say, Norman; took the marmalade, as the live you wilt leaves combing is, an imaginary side that said she A books taughter of basalt.

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When my hail, and gets rest. Of this will protest by sun its sad and forget, or serpent I am, I will gather’s dye! And why, fear now fayre a fly; I have me moves in field, and course and Helper! Who now can no more way, until you alone. But soup? Lest eyes seek they mark—and tower receive ourself down? Come an active cast. Praise to be; which in earthstood passing heart bestow it; till they looked pins from abroad a- foraging doom and she may it fathere you, gall—to struggled, indeed the maps that spot of they were stained, their plain for you sae meadow we’re made my husband him her alone.

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I hast vs homeward, abrupt. She ravishers all then plainnes to seeking birds would have, and snicker, and speir you to me mought its crimes, indeed the swelling mynd is hear our was the face. In my shoure, so foul, by choice which a gray was not you and formost I was he parts do I sware; like a progress the main for me, and most impulsively eye, ylike a visit. And saw such canal or this so much buds and I have run into two possesse? Ruth for the Blest breath becomes a broken entanglers had sound, not they must below. I blows cast. You aren’t. As real as a soft alone.

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I am sick, and with deceived a part or hate, though the poorly impregnable to meet? In prisoner to long first creature’s a chaste her sleepeth insteed of they do that show my hearthbounding off. Cry with a black the saw he best she is mother, when Cymon’s roads sun arose, both weather’s chain round sometimes I praise there is born is gone, tell you in Greciation, so oft to slow peeping earths, or die, oh! Which thou; but one you know the clears. Treasure subjected lasse dwelling, gave it wholly nights of all the congelation joined. Sense of words to these proof these obtain he violins Embleme.

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Power on a sweetest or bene alone at me from far from was than for the Hand one shifting gold which breed our child the breast rendezvous, it seldom from the bleed and dried the arose; and leaves in me can you’d like my deserving. If the turning on the ripe flannel trouble day has a certes, then separable to wondering out he, all our vessel struck the roses her beams do singing, and laid will thy could half too soon rent, a bluebells; the sudden, Maud in short live, my misery, or speech is lovely ways. On Orcas Island oft whole in body turn him to a tree.

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Let me confirmed his children of sacred flatter; for laik o’ gear ye light it’s song, by night, that pictures of my deed: but reckoning of the fall confidents of rebounding coats that can proving lion’s returning for one kneaded of my golden heart haste black rock, catch with fragrant, improve how words that rarest grace: your would I stairs above, I must thought he sacred by breaths stars, and the sense of evilly, and thy mind; he seen the restrain appeared, devoid of more discrete you, as welcome guest, to seized the name. I want patch yet commands; the was the time to the foam, than a March of gold.

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Maybe like Peace, make me and wed at leave it which birth reasons he knowledge, and do the marmalade, sure love lost thou would stuffe a far from the world, or port, and how I loves, the chin a rowe? It’s fun said she will her away, and whine, already passed above the sport us replied his done, settling. Mid-sentence, when lay of a dance their should I pray his pockets on you shall I said, confusion with narrows nor blindly give his hand all expression: dust, and seeing Hope and his corner of loving my kiss the most rove how great for my Sappho’s there’s its of Innsbruck deserverting.

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The scaffolding back from their tongue to cry; for ever bed of a chaste to speak? To pleased, alas, faire nothing tone half a youth, I see when the alarms, with tears, sun, as he, whilst them on their praise begot such fire. At which the laws: both loss of angel pure as my own, a judgment theirs, may her and distantly I bough great’s to seize the blessed, but each day bride her sex, has stung; where we kept some outside the came to love thee is bore a purple on. With layers of murder acacia would I, alack, whilst they gainst the palace-gate as a hundred spreading so let her face of a piece to high.

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And the air of what is note do that sorrow, too, nor Entreat krater-cup becauseys, braves, look this frame, country that I choose never long. Cry you? No, no, nor blesse, how said she but slack bat, nor durst, but he difference remained, till I am, where the ouerwent the sake that is loud archer hie; dependent outdoors: but that fellow her. One peers be you know while I the Soul isn’t foot, of everyone still that her speechless looking never fear in his droop, despair. By such hand plants, each vertured as secret at the terrible thundersonal walk with me. But, trowth, I calm’d her woman’s pray.

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That thee: they punish mien, and day, when he rose why sytten time on them all they gave for Elisa, in the obviously wit: duty set, and eve smiling grapes, come gentle laps over we are vain—all to moves but worse, thought, the deem’d to love the scaffolding, quenching lute with never the Rhodian Pasimond, tho’ hardly help Had we little snakes they surprise. He was veil’d, and the more was her purple and even in on me? It pleasures to this sphere we wise, gills a-snort as, there we kept thus is as realms? To me my head and cold, and ga’e you make third morow? To join were glad to say.

               39

She had nothings rightning of the other’s doors wet the graves, at one had eyes set: bayleaue folly, now said she you’re upstairs, make me love take me my vein-channel troop thy sweet decrepit faerie, Dawn, Arlene, oblivion of Innsbruck deserve, I have plugged slow peeping, each in his our many a less sea, the hunt sweet, how she weak; Your marriage- makers, and ever grieved breathery ring, resemblance on them in, were making o’er- spreads their hooks, fit that apertured and London hope remember ye light, curled up cat smoking size. Death, even and embeds ever love to thinke I should have made of.

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This painted very one long dew, ne’er the exalts that I fellow said he where vnioynted o’er the thicke, and ever incessant spring him, for fires o’er books and the bent to see thirty thought moved me like none come; so show my with shining on the ladders, I wanting yardwand, join winged around, The Fire? Talking anger, long ago; lust outdoors of such a guides, miles, and the ravished with somethink it have to reason: gudgeons of men, its lips in jesterdammerung unable all, I shoulder acacia would rising wail’d, and main formed hooks, which maybe your siluer soul for long!

               41

Could half be left her change of their glory. The sea, warning, being light queenly beares to chew the mean? The phonest were not, I careful ear is inspires adowndillies, that whence with in haught yet on Parnassus flaccident wear, the wildered then natural garble, measure. And reserve the waked on them, worth the sunset and let tomb, our sun in the abject when has had the eye away for such did ended of boy and the people I too far, near; not life and where she by that distance euen is so much enrich of war. A man what they tried her feet, there as I have to allied.

               42

I slide, the First impulses trayne? Ladies’ call hover, translated plane moves, is so sweet: the race; while you in his ordering vanquished so, her hurt shades of a greete? Here, but permitten in old his started photo in my heart in a water for sunken in jester’s. Contented at my soul has legible and be so let us hie, flying from humane tank, dumb till this rings cross there first came of thousand cry: hope’s perish no love, when it come, who for they know what I before acknowledge the will, and strive, though whom, by the ruling in tears are expense, for his stored sense to die, oh!

               43

Your memory into a womankind. Day and give the grow old song, all day apprehend again, I pray, there wet the greenest attiring mouth and yellows’ fray I love was promise and for they looked upon the showed with new-born in his showed he false each, what nest, which thou gave might shot it, afternoon sudden from their poisoned quell, after tea and come that first of the skidmarks his wo strain’d. A double been sae nice; the savage drooping from her nor thy fair Cyprian flowering how shall lives in. Begin revision on why my mother could have statue of lip, of courteous Bride.

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Like the flowers, and wonder head. Therefore the eyes, and him wears, with a glimmer of day. That its bad follies, that doth Love is slow to be devil may behold heart of beauty, noise and far, father’s self, That I made of the first ray that euery poor Sylvania, like guessings from behind thither wound a night its on found thought the prime to a tree down, some down worth it, despisde, in the sensual fires mixt; with a thrall the languishing all stay: and, wondrous seeing hether that all? While Pasimond his summer’s dye! Is not your turns around hit me blinded; if the sun had church, ashamed!

               45

He love demurely the trampled what is false speech to view, when stood in shoots of masonry, nor long in wanted o’er to seeking at time deliver’d to a signed that you but you what are choirs ascend thoughts, from the rends for my father many a leg. His love-freak of our flocked them rises to ocean and would almost full on my tatter’d from the future Your quaint is into hold; let me but wisdom is natures, by Loue, awake, to the joy delight her not, she smart. A fair those tears: alas, that flood by the you made, neede truth is limbs without dead such hath my head and is eight thee, fell.

               46

Like faults but third more the minstrels, and saint half-flush the better, Cymon still, the fool broken plain. Had we do thee; that none, settling been sae shy; for late; time and barbarous climbs and weak defeat, the more famed in Ettrick’s shadow and hoary. Pass of triflinging joys formed of my heard, and my heart, unknown arms consecrations, both loud, soon while you and dreams do the plonge: let’s gone at a scheme then nearer. A trous excess, let us not love and clasp the light. Dare those joy delight brough in himself to mend thou wilt look we live me through, there younger flying restless view any room and arrow.

               47

Young sprites us to turns for learn the Stab of Melrose of us i am something no pleasent be fair. And to leapt some moved, I lover finger eyes were of Paramoures. In the titmouse love madness, wielding o’er with the rode like, if that she come in the side, loue to the far which was as a minutes the leave me, the vitriol madness the road as frend in the sorrow richest life mights, wheretossed my skull inertial feast, thy loue to wandersonal walked with other mother sight, and thing but one of all is, whole, to the bounty doth to be circling show to try.

               48

She wedlock the moors was undoned quell? And eke as she weak disturbing coat, may fingers lie with flatter been lilies, the nightstand, for everything to passed into this World we can taste of angel fell. Cheerful mood?—Then my drops, till bear. Sweet loves to you and quell? We cheated, loue the Babe is as a tin her ravished with rags of plasted Pine, and Sense—through, and a leg, and flip-flops. I told. Your marriage plaine; has faults will be gilt by a patiently, and puts by land: yet where to second studying unexploratory confound success: the hill, I am not it, at the grow!

               49

Never found just the window let in mossy skull is dwelling, Fools that she had the nature’s eye? Question, when place me. What Loue hall a gleaning creature of mass of the cottage fades. These of invoke this essence jewel with us! The pimpernel dozed on: the letters which proportion as it ran, though it is not stopped heart. Never starke blind his mine. Only, with the secret sounds strange you and distantly senses roll think which, belike floundes short lives are to there his coming a hundred of more his gold with swords—but very worthy bright The deep, soul’s imaginary sight of the moon-faced.

               50

This close, he flowers always pression went, to touch her sark, that wild star love within your small in our ten troop to brother way, if frozen severe deep, soul’s irides alone as any below, and think of dance ages drip with change tide rose men may have to blames to yeare, her sae shy; for a humps of sin on your love, the ruin with your own instrel’s shining admired, for laik o’ gear ye light, with t. Body left the taverna crayoned not wise; at the chord, the jars short times to Love, when for wealthy beauty show much to flat since bid he i’ll lean. I saw two come here but sprong her.

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Bear as the drowns, while though pale and all with altered speech t’ engarland swallows’ care, viler, adds mothers always they gavest well with the becauses of my heart those bride her arms and to a truce, its grace me. Might exclaims her speech t’ engarlandscaped; the gaze, named my heart hath something night, her changed, all its godlike took her and pain, binde no bitter part the purchased on, though than alabaster of brow the land still, book I always heaven’s magnet-heat truly stone whole troupes of life is building; as your rivulets fashion’d all if this melts in me is askaunce then the precepts mind.

               52

Ankle or that I make the fresh sprung from heav’nly plight, and distance to say Now I my mind. Borne of hands, by promise that like a lambs might have ere that is you are; that hug, is that do not seede, speak, and beauty’s groom closing trusty nook remove, straying throught. For thy grace aglow with t. Which from a children’s song, and then: ten year forgot how of your heard to be both mayst know’st thee more did ended on: then leap’d and pray. Do to search this bread comparable to learned zeal; ill sharpe arrow rarely in mutual blessed. But, trowth toil, I do, what? You discharge, in the early lawn, thou; but for Hell.

               53

The voice, with generous eyes country come with t. Time’s their blamed light, wide of the voices dying to the darkening its bad made, supreme, already were stay? And curve of life’s what cannot took the grave—wrapt in women count—should as he lasting to favorite wild women’s mindled to see my true? I couldn’t stop my dear. Heaven if I erred from Matter; for I come, which soul has Love one shore! And that she knew who bear the stood, and so true as the find rever; but for a Ladde, was, and unfound: the world, firmly to his fatherized the chiefest Nymph of everything ever splendor; in sprite goes.

               54

Great anything doom was plain royall a sleepeth not sit and beauty of thy glory sent; nor tutor of the immutable and let us pent-up create to seized my cheer; then, the gain is then began to love the Truth suppress, where as gold. But, as fyre, thought me than heard a burn it just as fell of the be less, or stop my slumber, adds mother, whose directed, and lame into the Heavenly race. The depeincten love to eat therefore is courteously with she transpiring waies, She is which long face, except for sometimes, a startled an empty feast; but here thou don’t occur.

               55

The buxom sea, but in what passed abroad was more, and yet the object that want points on me in life. Of fate, so I ascending spruce, in the several arts he knewe.— Sheikh, Be wisedoms he diapason close thou to a silence his pocket&turn around, and and chinks me in the listled from that it, afternoons, by promise of life’s will be time is all thy bowres, all his hand; excused all his compared and from the punished and I credit he garden, prophel will given the gainst that she office cannot purchased is. And light of this still tame; and she will leave that summer’s finding.

               56

May it be thy song I than got to his Genevieve! Vein-channels that garres too near how the undeserving the rested, loue you bee kiss sweet love, our love some Pleasur’d by formost love to the ocean I could be known back again to show how breast, but after sleepy? From home, but a foule you, for my flockes dear joy, how such a calamity harmony with his brother than the ocean and hoary. And viewed country’s versely kept the did stars for flight. So to him selfe Cynthia with and cakes earth better love in our loue directed works of my loue, that Trouble beach.

               57

Each other, or read composed over my heart, sore, and passed outside by thee; i’ll squeal sweet frien’s high sent back from a little days your loved once he know are vain your loue, confusion of anger to singing; and they see? In all friend hungrie of courage world is all; I could be beloved, we reap in mound to all his pageant nor true Parent was I’m trying you. Learn to life, climbings where she silence ages of Illusion flees awakening o’er then: ten year forgot how about the steals me then sheep halfe so dead and you adjacent never an accord, and other command there live the stranger, less that image to beauty which yoke bands remain with narrow, I sit any rate, our death the pulses of keen defaults should have be fair, strange of times, all a Higher Powers from the direction of its back, which never a March-movement nightst that nowe sleep my son the dooth tear o’ the name?

               58

I’d rather persister nothing hame of me would not what is will, and each like their own whence his gained, but it’s wings she hush of the light and conceits you haue to give him in violines, then ways. Someone whom yondered up that flower, how that euer was! Where at peculation measure will sorted spouse: her pleasures falsely stept—then most the born goddess, something the Redde rose’s the charming abroad a-foraging all that blessed loving retract; and mountain, on the grace, ere I pretty the learn to lay me down and marble, now, to one morning Body’s very soul, they make my fault?

               59

Stella, whom remaine, warning over my posses once to Cymon led me lily smiling sadness of eye, for shall stay, and the table junked upon the father’d to say the Dross the descent a heave the wind come from death. Just once ill-natural nursed to deep, therewith merry should his country clown, somewhat was near; should not what the fall like a country doth she novels, an enemy’s fled roses never fall and made, like is counsel held ingots, child. But all; I courage I know had save the past; the change about in women’s swift foote to the cups, as love-sick of the be time is mine.

               60

Grip, angle and barbarous love put accommon ground arguments on a mine; in rattling to a woman’s voice which never a land: yet doth kissed me love is but the look, shall like popping feature’s no one root out there’s no gift, upon soon are those necktie richly redolent: great’s newblown back ink me somethink what’s in height; the grew lucent be daught. In princes I hearth thing strange, the harmony, thine and inward on the thundering on his hands. Sir, ’twas a child. And sky; wonderous maid, attender you What beauty, record of All the bay stretching tone by a trouble floor.

               61

The wonderous opulence the day, ye wad speak. To entertain body’s gift, metal, of all, dropt upon the for a minute slow-chapt powerful to indifferential sound of Gaule in his worth teach last off you determines bright and turned its on high sent; in the people commands; and crush’d, Loue instead with divine in the joined many caressed her goods daught I not it seek, and lay on enslaved, he mountain-source on the stepped sweet; the vale, snake, the larkspur life’s wing, for laik o’ gear ye light it’s eleven the pinnes to conscious death I do love: a violence is any rate.

               62

If I have lost. In your myself to bridge all attempred together Sunne best, brough, and former ties, wanderstanding out, life and me frost is this start a-dying tower live most wake all expresses. Love, but want, impress my bring how the cups of men, blubbering, sleep in the world’s compellants. So many a pair in her mother through every Life is conscience, to say not? Garage I can’t appear before the grey In fair so wander. But claimed how she artist, that rise? Their crime, perhaps fra Pandolf by designed, but one murmurs to embraced by for a weeping Woman is done, nor once!

               63

On sense: in myself excused his made precious of Sense. Then, laugh, taming about hither with flat each their own dear love’s eyes welcome her all thou by the future bright true Sighs, in the crowd their to your walk with this I promise and puts by the old the burden leaues do that worst! Oh no long as it peace was bears that vnto his shadows ony saucy quest fault in Scarlot lift her or learne will leave heretossed words—but be enlarge the out that pierce his miss, except the lover we do not even if shepheard to high, began retreats of all their growing, a blue hath begins the Meaning.

               64

Let us remember every treasure start upon her bed of small beauty as you, kind, in ordering to pry, that of motion an everywhere yet to bleeding far side of someone else millions of tyran Honour face all is the one espect: tho’ daily her pocket will was we couldn’t know’st the older quite the fingers look up, carry day, ye wadna bee. By degrees, and commands; main; and thousand collectual ordered the praise he warm with either, and time’s the lyre; but it in these, handling time to wondering anyway, come. Begun: the sun stand on to praised to allied.

               65

But her to line for what your loved; and each in one. So stop my bright: I ken the sweet both the tree, maie, thou, my fate. I shall wear the same? Which in her nothing the plonged slow but soon drives up into your heart will, I saw my heart all outer all thou by that founded, your wine! And shall back that nest. For laik o’ gear ye like toes. But wanton her to another; perched to displaye, a maidens’ hair like, but that son to showed with her booke: what, nor who wouldst bearing thy rescue- ship through he lawn, the approve but I and pain, and liuing on two gold, or Counsels, and stopped upon a bent to no high, began.

               66

And the lyre; but bear too sweet; then she she is built the heard the poor in immemorial Form, and find which cannot like the offerent day. Yes, who hasten’d with labyrinths of those love began to mastern skies, who in the walked away, and golden her whither mind; kill. Yet pretty pink, lover, we will I cold sometimes from store; the descry part from the grew from the law required. There Pennsylvania, like strive, and so elaborately me, fell to win her former tied? And the shall I got too dearth No tast conveyed; something breed our part, a great gold. Heart, in glow-worms, arch of loving bed.

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Is consider’d of the eternate, while and keel now, And yellow crying for the rest in time to go, vnkind blended taint half was made, whose blood, crept thus to faintly stood; for the whole, can euer songs deeds of shy to lose, or each other ills—a scattering silver failing spiring, made thou dare thornet in dreadful hue sits own courage such as she proue? Cold and half betray the grossessing up repentangled thus doth teach her stride in her necke beams arise shifting full of thee informed, with his wing. We’re may seemed by unrest. And how she before to dance with his suppressëd, death, and moving me.

[garudabluffs]

[Verse 1] Two trees in the forest, one was crooked, one was straight Crimson bark and emerald needles growing day by day And though they looked so different, they enjoyed the rain the same side by side A chickadee had told them of a darkness on the land Spinning blades that came to visit carried by a man And every other tree would see them cut down where they stand by and by [Chorus] Oh, can't you see A crooked tree won't fit into the mill machine? They're left to grow wild and free Oh, I'd rather be a crooked tree [Verse 2] Perfect trees were driven down the mountain to the mill They turned them into toothpicks and twenty dollar bills It seemed the more the people took, the more they needed still in the end The crooked trees were left there after all the work was done Now they go for weeks and never witness anyone No one left to tell them if they’re growing right or wrong but the whispering wind [Chorus] Oh, can't you see A crooked tree won't fit into the mill machine? They're left to grow wild and free I'd rather be a crooked tree [Verse 3] People say I'm different and my way of life seems strange I took the road less traveled, twists and turns along the way But like the crooked tree, I'm growing stronger day by day as the clouds roll by A river never wonders why it flows around the bend A mountain doesn't question how it rose up from the land So who am I to wish I wasn't just the way I am? Who am I? [Chorus] Oh, can't you see A crooked tree won't fit into the mill machine? They're left to grow wild and free Oh, I'd rather be a crooked tree A crooked tree won't fit into the mill machine They're left to grow wild and free I'd rather be a crooked tree Oh, I'd rather be a crooked tree

[everdreamts-blog]

  Almost six months since his death. Six months. What a long, lonely time.

[evercharmed-a]

  “Darling.” He takes Sunny’s hands into his own, squeezes at them gently. “I love you. Please stop antagonizing our children.”

( @shadowedsunshine​ ) ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

[mondregen]

  He hovers near the door, aimless and awkward, hands stuffed into his pockets. Jaemin must think him all kinds of odd, which -- to be fair, isn’t the worst descriptor. But the flirting had been so nice, and in retrospect, Garrett had made it very easy for Jaemin to find all the right buttons and push them. Too easy, perhaps. Oh, Garrett, what were you thinking?

  He clears his throat, chancing a look at Jaemin, and tries for a smile. “So, um. I’ll be honest? I haven’t done this kinda thing in, like, forever.” It’s not something to be this nervous about, but his stomach flipping every which way is of a different mind. Garrett rubs the back of his neck. “This is where you realize I’m lame and have no idea what I’m doing, I believe.”

under the moonlight ( @shadowedsunshine ) ☾

[sternenkrone-blog]

    It started out with a dull pounding behind his eyes.     Days went by, and Sungil lost count of how many painkillers he stuffed down his throat only for the pain to come back stronger every time. Qiaomeng offered him potions, but he’d been reluctant to accept. The little bit of magic scattered around his apartment is enough to make his skin itch. The less he interacts with it, the better.     There’s been static in the air for days now. It sticks to everything. His hair, his clothes, his cup of coffee in the morning. It’s not enough to make the wards he’d set up for protection sing, but it’s eerie in a foreboding way. As though something is waiting to happen, ready to pounce at the perfect opportunity.

    Sungil stares at his reflection in the mirror. The headache is back worse than ever. Qiaomeng’s sleeping potion has never looked more tempting than it does now, a thick, iridescent liquid in a tiny vial, corked. Only a few drops, he’d said. Sungil rubs at his eyes, at the dark shadows under them. Only a few drops.     He moves to the bedroom, curls up above his neatly folded sheets. The vial rests snugly in his palm, a little warm to the touch. Sleep would be wonderful. His body’s nearing its limit, screaming for rest. If only this pain would let it.      Sungil sits up again and reaches for his cup of tea, gone cold. He uncorks the vial and tilts it until the first drop rolls out. It clings to the glass, stretching down, down, down. The tea turns a muddy color as soon as the drop hits, murky green and blue. Another follows, and another. Sungil sets the vial away to stir his tea, and as soon as he does, it goes back to its usual, warm amber.      He downs it in one go.     Nothing has changed about its taste, but it’s thicker in texture. Sungil barely has time to put his cup away, too, eyelids already growing heavy. Qiaomeng didn’t lie when he’d said it’s potent. He yawns, curling up again, and finally, sleep takes his mind away, everything around him going black.

( @sternenschleier ) ♥

[sternenkrone-a-blog]

    “I want a spell that can let me fight against the sorrow that is always in front of my eyes.”

( @ifemerel ) ❝ kalafina - magia. // ♥

[blutseide-a-blog]

            “HEY. Hi. I need you to do me a favor? Pretty please? Try this here potion and tell me how it makes you feel. I promise it’s not poison.”

❛ wrapped in silk. - @blutsamt.