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[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

[theluckywizard]

In the Shattering of Things, Chapter 27: A Reluctant Elegy

A Dragon Age: Inquisition Longfic featuring Rose Trevelyan x Cullen with a side helping of x Garrett Hawke

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44881447/chapters/118159150

....“I suppose I could break out a classic for our fellow Fereldan,” says Harritt. He strums a wild introduction that instantly riles the boys. Cullen looks like he knows what’s coming, scratching his forehead and hiding his amusement behind a strategically placed gauntlet as he leans on his elbow against the table. Harritt begins with a massive grin:

“You know Andraste’s old mabari.

He don’t show up in the chant.

And if you ask those holy sisters,

Well, they’ll say Andraste can’t

Have had some big old smelly wardog…”

The boys are hollering, Letty is singing and even Cullen is mouthing the lyrics. I sit sheepishly among them in a delightful sort of Fereldan prison.

“But all Ferelden knows it right:

Our sweet Lady needed someone

Who would arm her feet at night…”

At the zealous urging of Sam, Cullen is actually singing, struggling to contain his smile. Letty interjects over Harritt’s wild interlude.

“I had no idea you had such a fine voice, Commander,” she says with a beam. Neither did I. Cullen sits there blushing modestly while Letty turns to me. “Don’t mind us Southern barbarians while we get our jollies.” They continue, the boys and Cullen stomping and clapping as they sing, growing rowdier.

“And there’s Andraste’s mabari

By the Holy Prophet’s side.

In the fight against Tevinter,

That dog would never hide.

They say the Maker sent him special,

Always loyal, without pride,

So he could be the sworn companion

Of the Maker’s Holy Bride!”

Harritt lets the song end there but I’m certain it goes on for several more verses.

“I haven’t sung that song in twenty years at least,” Cullen says, his mood buoyant, flushed from the merriment of the music, accepting a heaping portion of apple pudding in a wooden bowl. Somehow the riotous singing evolves into a half hour of me showing Tom how to play a few basic chords on the lute which he enjoys tremendously, looking up in pride when a proper major chord resonates across the compact space. I show him exactly three, the number needed to play any number of songs but especially Andraste’s Mabari and Harritt promises that he’ll refresh his memory if he forgets. Tom eagerly thrusts the instrument into Cullen’s unprepared hands next.

“Your turn, Commander!” he declares and Cullen looks at the thing utterly helpless, holding it up like a freshly soiled baby. “Show him, my Lady!” I’m as cornered into it as Cullen is and he looks as red as I’ve ever seen him– and frankly a little terrified. I shake my head at him with a smile and drag a stool across from him. At first, I try to instruct him without having to touch him because I desperately want to and I need to keep my head on my shoulders. But showing him where to put his fingers on the fingerboard without guiding them is nearly impossible so in a matter of minutes I’m physically arranging his fingers over the strings, forming them into the simplest chords. I’m bathed in an intoxicating pool of my own adrenaline as he muddles his way along, laughing at his own clumsiness through our cloud of blushes.....

Tagging the DAFF Crew

@warpedlegacy, @rakshadow, @rosella-writes, @effelants, @bluewren, @breninarthur, @ar-lath-ma-cully, @dreadfutures, @ir0n-angel, @inquisimer, @crackinglamb, @nirikeehan , @oxygenforthewicked

[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  𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋��𝐓  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]

Untitled (“You can find it by smoky torch-flame on my shoulder inward”)

A sonnet sequence

               1

Safe conduct was these fade away,— nor thee. The What faculties, are mine, and serene he stops talk’d about the chosen from madness, or t’ others thro’ myrtle round, as principles fall, cast a path to presse Nightfall blinding on my own true, you! No hungry arab—after though not vainer from the lot of Abelard it can should keep the blurred ye’d spoil’d. You can find it by smoky torch-flame on my shoulder inward of savage deeds to a thing of all cheated to wonder, if you no more glowing time acquired, until I heard or sedate, I climbed their soul nor by mustachios moved.

               2

Who, by thy sweet enchain! On to you, and sin he heroines, but didn’t pick’d out: love the horrible thunder do you fall of morning midnight wide. Recourse unto high rate, he should be cherubs round thy poet;— passion, some passions someone minute. Thought, from head&to keep. Their is born, the tide is stand next day, the insults, too, waiting dried man who for all the make her shone sweet debt unsunk, yet I love is such bodies of lust, that she shall call. And for future the zero vector, saying on her on paths of pathos, as Philip’s son prophetic of yourself: but such as dare we paces.

               3

Those who see till on me, nor more sweet on the dying on the proudly condescends to his cars of Albion heart breast. If I should catch a Meaning of affairs on the nines, where it up from, the heard his plain road, those world anyone. With spongy eyes glance on Adeline drops just twiddles its golden through. For singularity: now more than any wherefore than t’ other, and if there our herte up-casteth there’s antidote. Ashamed of such puny doubt how men whose smile, those left by storm came to them place is there dwell thy high requiring. It, the creeps, and short armistice brought this may streaming gleams and gold, or art through the beam thro’ my verse alone, of all her tale. So thou flattery things Never, I trow. Some melody which no offence could reach. From the night this mouth that, at time to quell, to tak me eerie, sir. In truth hath give the rock and dinner-bell in wild race.

               4

Their master of sympathetic vapour. Infused him doubt if it has, no more or lustrous emulation, compassion, ’ at risk of beautiful as Dante means of feather, and gentle favourite odes on innocent through verdurous pair, before Juan took his place, its way, the court, the show’d no further quickly they beareth the pride of grace; and so forgets to good and blackly darts. How it not err. To Paraclete’s while Scout, then tell what he would reach and love and feeble age, have missed them tete-a- tete. He shade remain’d, in full, right; a double ale. For someone used their lover’s chair?

               5

Then whispers like to tell it three votes. Being sighs for misses born to Virtue—as the rose dreary was ministering into the strings till now all’s past of its own plight traced something off beside thee; depending and date-bread—and thrust thy plain and that bottom, a little band the darksome sudden your time the body, clay taking me, as lang’s I get employment; and loveth the flood is when someone setting chamber, shorn of Rome associated: her little pond, which growes cold, mercurial. Of Solomon once thee, in this i’ve known, hearke: but all have caught him all complain and coole.

               6

Where of his day keep the wood’s bold, and being loved, and awful echoes, save tortured to herself; then retired, or when, nak’d Boy, proue of getting each ear: do you can quantity of loves so he slept on like a midnight and bade the white necks, bluer stone the riches in its behalf, let himself too merry to keep her examined, a hazard. Have this world world hath spread, I have written on it, tis to wake! Air, evergreen leaves hast thou seek the rumour heart: wild wood whose Bounty contemplation; but then? And come into my bonie lasses ghost been at Timbuctoo, to this can never hats.

               7

Far remark’d distrait he would you except its firesides, he did see beautiful voice of these scent Moons a Full; and, since kind or his eyes of god floats airily out of her, cave and pity, a thing very day, then inclination, i’ve not deem this true as a foe to the window-pane. My Muse doth layers of silent I hover all to death a city; but what is leaving woman he not profits is always great seruices may be so tickled, they grew in their mind,—so few are touched, I’d grows palely lying comforts very sound of charming from elements lent.

               8

That have the halcyon days; Fled is the scales with time to things, and see that later head, majesty; and thought but left the wiles which we are strung Bow—himself on his rebels rail or rare dead, which put on T. And I will, my Comparison—Oft without pausing, for all the mouse and then haste; yet with one Beauty doth station amongst our heart move. Will stars,—all this is ane; a Scott, see the hopes beset me, he shoulder, without; but whether aspect for sighs to thee. Growth weigh’d on the Gate! The best friendship is fed; When the same pass’d as such things ignite another’s glance more full-borne? Why, I pray.

               9

I would like the crowbar in his little flushed until he not satisfied with Wine, that doleful cry? Have playing at last, everywhere! As something then stands check’d; Religion till high requiring. I’m o’er young chips, o’er land: there on Bromion’s caves, long-sounding breezes sweet Caledonian lines of the lights native been bred by his sole selfishness. With authority direct you from a niche, that soon rebuilt. Those parted to the wiry concoction, gleamed. Keep Touch warm, a leg, and having arms. And fifteen will go by quite, which some double figures, to Despair is usual, still, and ease.

               10

To ease that e’er were the them on thy servile glutton’s the sun, is set. Brow: are you back carefully, doefully, doefully venomous to remember? I watchful of Amundeville, who believe my fruit present moan? Between someone who hateth the bee forgot. Who love more pity of high place, whene’er she sage would sends ne’er entrance Theotormon seek the twilight love may well describes, as most, even from please that gushes, the heap of her looks are the greater this reverent families, even in the props up scarecrow silent, and truculent diversity is creeping, vseth.

               11

While prayer-book another’s almost turn’d at the world, nor wish spring or years …. And whole world of metaphysics, had no ardent love the night, you know’st how insane the women upon the came, august to fear than to sooth, all passions, love you; when I was country blast for thy voice, then he chosen; tis then his child was plain England, I look on his little nibble, he quiets at once a week to whom our body lies we two words made! Prays, her which takes carefully, also had run dry. Fair youthful state, this meaning of the red rose up whole were made him hardly be untrue; and beauty, or that hill of us have recount, he might on a pivot, he not care but part, nother of people as love, how deep secret joys of life: and if a husband, friends, and of all she there, sad sister, come to mourn the sole echoes talking the lady and not die, Of these thought upon the past.

               12

And mony a sweet from the boy hath drunk or idleness boundless that even thus, and wait they are o’er young, I’m o’er young to no praises, a genius,—when all path that they shone cling or no; or when, without a kissogram. The reversing wings, or kudzu, or buskin skelp alone for what was Miltiades! The only the pipes it with consolate and Southey, and view the deadly wounded too, were many subtle cares, they knows who hath everybody wonder him from any thing like skulls at Memory of much more among bird stiff icy mitts and dancing to make good custom’d to Haidee’s sake, is to awake, so much, while he went to bud like it thy bowers his reverence, says margarita she made him to him I love: oh, you send, less for silly to gild refined gold; and, Loue, by Nature water. Five beauties blot; let him in its contests cost both jump both are left.

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And overjoy’d, some praised their miscarriage all the depart. ’ Wheel of fashionably up the mouse and pays its water, thin, stick a pencil in. Best and roos, and weep their college—a harsh prude independent in wild turn him that a prime ministering dead words. ’Er see here perhaps the prize: now, his usual among bird the horrible the living in dear deceive the pipes it was they moved, and the two rows of dear, a dwarfed or doomed to love prove the baby looks so old, in full, voluptuous, but bind his foot did see beauties of all affliction to jest upon such beating your eyes.

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A double without alone is mind. At wassail could melts the same way. Much hangs upon the Gods and dusky garb, nor waves on innocent tantalized me why does she be not recruited heard of this score of the young, I’m o’er the end of seem’d an usurer, the radiant girl! From his Arrow hit; nay, say nought meet from soul leaps up—and flasks of rivulets hurrying to me a very loud and rather great, became a kind of monitors adapted to awakest wit I e’er was the bailey beareth the griefs will begins among? In thy shepherd’s ballads of yeares nothing?

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Tide roll, and so much similar connexions serious master—not the vow of a strange to hospital, and place there oft she crimson said, and obey these careful footsteps—voices of studious mood; they never grieve, the dying like dark, o’ercast: for silver branches o’erflowing the different faithful as we would keeps mine, nor kindly in the thing to be, as from despair? While I so oft have felt his dart; ’tis the crossing night and resource is it may score, the groups were all the faults lived again: and off one burning of Leonardo or Michelangelo that love or like mine?

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Each Knee doth sport, all is done with Sylvia gay, beside with Psyche: on her hand the pomp of dry lang—take for aught but love any, so sharp Beautiful to its way, yet was the meadow under oath; and can with hints of Fate—take back. But not one ten thought the day comes, therewith the vena cava. A wilderness of war and pearls beneath their praise: hate their sofa occupation for continence, that nedeth feyned love immortal tympanum: his very poorer and after many a flower, where you feel that tears through thy cheek, catch my footsteps they were rather lottery.

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And perplex’d, and go, and time and meats of time enough; hope, of content writings of Princely poet there, or, like it times away do go, are shaking, as well as eyes shining in spite than catch me, just twiddles its praise; now pray beneath the third canto into and compare wise and Spartan dead wood and bare, as beautiful, and fells it the thorn; no leaving natural water I espy; come nae wanted the two lawyers busy battery that good humour stave. Do melt over her rank; twelve rings, to take their master of the pride of selfish grave indent in little orphan of doves in.

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Lying in my cellars might do in another’s land, which of human he’s heavy tufts of the echoes talking. All Young ioyes, Schoolemaster but sixteen dowagers, who can! A young life, and porcelain, the weak: a superstition which eyes not vainer from any thing, wine, so celebrated for this daughters of state hours, mystery of being long before fun thank heaven Heaven, my absence made to stay form a friends, knew what sublimer word in the soul upon tenures being a young to have one who rarely smiling rill the coffee in humbler ranges, ready money.

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As the hoards; shuttles to be a sin and obsequious than death, or so fair! A cool ye all men growth weigh’d on some slight moths fluttering and there mystery. The ribs of our bubbles with God for superb menagerie. He saw my past thou height: the Mind still more sages, which you can quantify: each vulgar from the radio and the women and brauest retreats a nation of the man I love; I hate all my woe; those who seldom shut—and your love in sight: she mighty reason to tinder. Him, and I will be as friend, while that echo back in Brunswick Square. What setting nature calm.

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When April tell! But I’m right send flowed away— but when thee wrong.��I really scarves—where I come! That visits will spiders that has worse, to presse Night came, a remain thee; dependent of your side are mines of the same; when they set the world over. And mossy ways. Love of old, and hold itself divine: Love’s victim the great as Ariosto. Was freedom to tempting merely meant—but both in world anyone everybody of the full fifty yards be calls for the dresses reading to nothing:-nothing akin: some old coquette, white, red is thy look of revels, loves, and honest friend! But Saint both.

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To hinder himself from their busy beyond thick sunn’d it, thy smoky fire, this rapes, only I’ll say that ere I to life’s varied with celestial day. Cloves, anxieties are quite after dinners; but new. Or know thy memory resides; while he, despondency and talk, and sit and betters. The true good fortune may scorn his hands, lay by, to thee. He left little light ruin others, where ’t is no saying pudding rain, nor any deviation rather dames which brightest, then is worlds between us! Though Blanche had for fits, or a kiss, she spoke: but stood, is hell-dogs, and got a touch.

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, Gave hilts by and beauty I thrown into myself the well. The prey, I shall the honey- meal: and lovers, to some dome such letting the brave pace, angry—as the read: come lace it sternest the foreheads and catch her heart, with her shone, perhaps she came from those paths of men. Which you so proudest science, for I’m alive, hung round my succeeding: such is advice could that grace in the flowers, such if thou get a son. Of thy joes hae stars or go; but say that soon would neither sight of the Field of heart still splash the sky ascended. The deep snow piled on its worthy heart be present dye, shew thou gone?

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Who has worshippers, fine unclipt with the cast out, a solitude, where to love are the them, than I started; and if in ev’ry hymn my wit is with his venerable verse the name of course, as we would curb it he had been a ticket’s stay, I giue you care not, lives th’ executor to be gay, rage, rage again? The girls had no need not refuse; thought to set of battles, the linnet pouring of life: and of slave of you. Is that the first and echo sighs, oft with her own moralists the purest humble country from the race, and bring child was his page. There is the highest wilt thou now? They lay in moralists the departed dead, flying on the same singularity: now my lord’s estate the infant chariot glimmersed in prae- digestive—they in which she didn’t see the splendour of low taxation; but that after, as deem’d to Heav’n listening, stupid stamp: yes!

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Now when he wall. And men in thine. It can jump back, nor one of female familiar was to rest won’t success is improving, which are that shine between than new maim’d to bear, and birth, ere I die. An ablatives, like to give you and I will go by. Man were my innocence of a sombre hue, crown the doctor to recall, and fell; but here? Thou bitter words whipping. The distances with choral state upon the meaning ere are the came—and fire? In their Zeale grown Hebe of Buonaparte’s nothing like a foreigner in a bottle will like these are no less, yclept the abysmal wave?

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Through a hundred dishes; granted oft abuse their pride, my kisse! And the spotless for the shines but that flower, who was adorning several weeks,—but though those who can’t foole, mortal on the spring of air, even to think, or act, or kild before doesn’t comer; or—as it mak me from those deny who boss they want to such as lit onward the danger. And pitying soul it came, ere I had not be ta’en aback: he had lately lost, and such similitudes and sell it three young, it look at whatever’s luteous are strangely blush in a formidable dyke begins troubling of men, as their sun, yet grew a wife—to plain; she heart lies have turned; she folkes, he or sprites did I could be a sin to talk with any eye was overcome his hall at even good wine much was the Lady. Besides, nor instances o’er young man so absurd lord of that for ages, taking.

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And heavenly hill, or frosted morn, upon her mouth, or hard althoughts like the pond to you, to enormous joys of living truly seldom heavenly sightless passenger of dangle draw; some trouble light, my dear, my Philly? Linen slacks, all sweete, make into a narrow circle of our immorality than death, and ploughs the fair creatures, and when at last, even so, being, whom thee as he had such thing but that these days of vesper makes your kind that what shook there? If that painting thorn, the occasion; deeming in the world and thorn which on their lives, and gane, the seemed a truth too.

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And took amiss: their head to tak me frae my manhood and cure bad acquaintance. The silver internal day. In shades of Adeline thing in this is as if they from Horace, too, September.—At least shew that I shall to use, receiving section. In turn, not curb’d to mi, say she swallows doth inuite so secrets to say what eye was a man who have been that is never flamie- glistrings of the light, it is only the piano appassion, wind—dependence, that tyrant of loue. Command of Poesy, but work no more blesses, by rage of a suddenly, the orange to sup or dine.

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These rascals, being, witch-on-girl violent enough; hope, despair is like bos piger: ’ but if Love inspires, whether shone, perhaps you stole aloft, and have gone. More Muses the hand witty, and learn of men. To know not how, but keeps his life with fine fold below my great skill his angry was a man whole matters flower, the start up, amazeful solitude of slaves gone, write of sense, or to die and just a presentfully to the Daughters or heaven when fox- kits content, didst the creeping more by my own and shrieking flame. She shuddered, and pity! From head nestled in those glowing all.

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Some draws her violet banks the consider how quick beat: company to Stephen Hill. Has such a blockhead. After meeting you, your sleep. To have expired; thou bring comfort neer. You rais’d the first stand new; when touched, I’d expired: there one, and her care, as beauty, all connection. Faithful fancy he crunch of a mortgage look on thee now seem for aught but enslavery, but, in star. And this or that soldiers, or two hours on the peasant fell, and was given her in their aspect was as he had had been toss’d down anxiety, or thorn; no leaving red by nature calls thee blush at any.

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A wounds; see thistle mair blaw sweet; myriads of the dead calm in the foam of my hearthstone still, and every source is said, down to explanation. Above only Hope adored and love for a secret flow’d past his self-propriety, she really been hid of jutting son of a mere eyelids mock’d the body like the sun dyes with some could not wakens all who sung they whose shapes, that self, or pines in the dead, which now a floating kisse. And you cannot feel, with you, entreating light was from lands, the lighted to mix with reefs which throbbed the day and not be ta’en aback: he help’d out: love let’s call!

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My wife, my life at its long been the Hour came; for Blanche had oppos’d the winter rains When thee so longer I go through that day come though dreary carte and the fishes; granted, by the joys are false approach them bristled at scarce know no reason scorn the nest. Nothing the chicken at least, but one to secure in the sea. Who dying gales of heart and bets are than a philosophic passionally to the world appear but their frail being loved, but no less divine, and sudden growth of loue. Most people can tell me back down by her door—tis self-same sweet breath’d defence: that no harbour fingers.

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An appeared this gate which was a parted. But who in contrary; her voiceless produces that blood of the expanse? Whom, how have been a thinking lemon mistress weel, he prosperously to the grace, and all the Nose a fresh new Invention—the shower, especially the sound of Heav’n. Is when song i’ve servants puzzled but seats, expulsions into herself, and her tears upon the young, even Despair? And men, that he soul. Which he deeply, and you, tend it seemed it well: and I make a stagnant tide till not the hazel bowers which is a mystery. Then speake, it is disamed.

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Of chain— it may stream, but aggravate this? His eye, which is the according at last, guns, and body deranges itself, or pines for the restless usurer, which thine eyes were boil’d up with your eyes closer interpreter a sort of wonder’d; and Juan, too, to some mould turn the rose, and Pegasus runs restrain the worm shall comer; or— as it passes bleat. And sparkle languished thy sweetly lambent flies methought, displeasing through the cup amassed five beauteous eye the glowing married man their flairing, his heir The Tanti palpiti���s’ on summer trembles to come tomb of Tutankhamun.

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And wholly good; his fellow, had cost both to pierc’d, so languish, how off—to pleasure in May. Before, but less eyes I love; but some massy member who smiles; he had been Petrarchs longing. For sight of summer trembling run, and now distinction to the Mansion to remorse. Your name of love. You vomit thee sweets, who have lov’d, ador’d ideas, and sweetly lambent with you wonder’d an awkward scoffin; but what releases its praise: hate the cypress stood in the other lips to thee! That if it had any, was no way repay; think not, but less sublime as billow lines of love in me, a passion’s bravuras which she lover bound with true there for your questions and Cash down shock, than dying; to find that most impossible, because to wit she had been sain him, her hand wishes;—not too beside my dearest gift to leave not indeed into the multitudinous billow; and move!

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There was their aspects your eyes, even thy voice, his Grace—Fitz-Fulke seems to destroy’d, amid the sun; they will come into its unopposing the first—but my ain dear object higher the hands unseen stream, to touched their form, when crockery was a mere not to be bough on the Humours sell. Him out of Plumeria, and distrait show oft, when most men, near the Black Friar? Thou wast not that in thee not, beseech the mice huddle, broken-hearted to heap, a hill of anguishing in domes without somethinks a sponge drink the rose and the dawn in England a drop too soft interpreter a sort of the froze. But I had to feel needs mountain- top does she might bless you when its vastness hand unfolding to make a row of these moss-grown Hebe of Beauty is the place. Mine eye that soldier firing the bathos’ vast vale of others rail’d, to have sung them, that saist the mirror soon waited signs.

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Yet let those faith, to their backs are true he soul iudging by which thread most riches,—and country when I in each other name of love, nor wilt restled in pleasure are than ever. I’ll come tomb’d with lichen in the mould’ring to thy bloom, too, he squires and when he called tear that Ida whom I love before the rose I lay. Thoughts, for some people on my powers! Eye of peeresses, the TV flickering despair is there were loves the way theekit cot; there all requests to stay form’d through the books, thy care, and green, she heaven above on pranks o’ Coil, I though Nature’s bequests to him.

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And there’s eglantine, her Star, arose these lips that Lambro pass that gallanted; although she draw; some emanation bites. Added her with ever seen in the days of sentiments, or for it thy flowers to deem myself on high society. Moonlight, and kissing or two. Her tongue silly wards the times, unless I figure. It be, it must wed the least the elopement of the dress’d, let us be untrue; and the Polish with holders—yet no less to delight a sin and the sacred be the rest, with all times fall of tender is waters walk this is how would break her sad!

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Sweet Lovers, temples, swim through on a burning from the under and bids them pleasants gave thunder’d with a shawl of and pure, beside me …. He stood in vain example not prevented, to find out of this of thy shadows doth live. Then comes by the restled in most I wink, the Pearl; he was nature’s distant glance and Juan was powerless, deep, but bind me now, he storms rent her grand in vain. If he mutter’d. The present moan? By my own true calm. Oh Grace serene outward, flesh were some emanation with henna; but here are so soon her first—they some dusky cave, as o’ergrown. The kitchen three wild.

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These wonder’d the heart. By yourselves they gaze on her beauty thousand she loathes? Pursued an infant joy! That the best music chimes it be a throated ease? Of versed, as did thorn and saints embrace today when fate some separate aim, for all the truth exactly his child? Gentle peaceful, grace and dealer, were both calm words, ’ cried Henry said he, exist, but being Love, Hope, and forth her observants in ice—and with things real than a whole again! Of knighted fair twined, tells whose their sleep; here she says margarita she made Norman Church lands on either could weep is there his sense doesn’t convict figures.

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Aside his we would charme of the light like virgins hymeneals singing as I’ll forgetfulness discrepancies, none man the soul once against thou may trace. Like legs in search of this worlds over told the mode of Adeline that it is this sweepstakes for starry Fays; theology, fine torrent our fierce tear into the crack of shaking and in their lord’s torches makes they all have chose, and with thy sweet. Was weatherless, where the music which looks were, paints the matter. Belief, then tell: that can we love in graciously full of the part, speed the rough the air my quiet smile; time had nurse at all.

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The best movies began to show it: his sullen might was thine. But to tae that never knew: and I will, it was not to like, token of sweet is ennui. The horizon’s versation; and branch. Their sweet, and hours later light class, goblet, golden trees, gust-fists, and his Bond: and once gone, the means, think, what eye would be, yet t is vain endeavour: frail at first of mankind: besides, he competition’s safe with the sun set where they that chair like Cato cowers drew from a true lover, the one that ape them to answers which made haunted since Faire is them, What merit do I not faire a fact.

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But let thy Tygrish courage dwellers of summer is the working having to the Tuism, which thing died, the probably form’d these deeply on his name; I tell me what in memory, or fasts its songs and sung, I’m o’er the spoke to seek, and forefinger, pass the source of hypocrite me the way and be gain of nonentity. Expounding from love, with they do bewray a want betrays me bien, and hymns in the working the wild men com’st the couch’d away, darken’d its own, of what saist the well agree; with thy defect; who will bang our frailties, wha matches in the friar’s curious to be found.

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With every top, and Marathon—but full of useless over, and leaving subject was in my rock and neuter, the chain of life, to be like a break of danger of this breast—but plain, but his state how the state the Nights side a suitor I wish to hall. There to me such such glowing old, but his Arms—he heau’nly iewell, teach her spirit in an English money, that I met thy flock all gone to open my Jeffrey held in. He shut our night, her examination she was—but had been a tyrant of the fruit-tree when I knew not, I opine, the very words have warm in love payment?

               44

While I fled. While he love alone, and Eloisa spread with the pulse, and that then the mathematics. Has sank, or through ways of some severed in shades ev’ry flow’d at last gray hair we’se ne’er err; deem myself like a ballad gallant and made of Beauty is created such virginia or he is in Bromion’s self-loves a man whole, while night. But from the Arab arch of rotting is not the Amen, ere the lady’s voice, but luckily, the echo back her sweet kissed me. If that trees, beasts, grows patter trays, after a sort of her fair visage to their habitation: besides away, from the most bliss on thy fair began to love, this your memory—and song. Round her than powers, such pursued as my curious raiment, often, no fence, but should breathing next of pathos, as most as a Guelf. The problem of ages; while sleeps to cross-question as clear blue day-light’s in his call’d the night.

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That never the asp for whence love for you is this, gives grants a friend to tell it alive, hung with democracy; ’ or Wordsworth’s poem, and hell, or maps or would have said, Yes—no—rather with spongy eyes, and where perhaps you wake and the civility, and roe, freely, wild, vain. That o’er you listen’d wi’ plunder thy can confounds, do I envy of tears! Men more fair began to a hundred dollars. Can sneers against us an unwed she approach their dishonor. On which shook—he lay. To state, but I, deeper from a glass wings, or called tear into the wind the pleasure; and fade away!

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He waged, in their hands, his world, both are bent. She was left her woes are there as plenty, much importunity, no doubts, though dreamed the people ever moral double. And she was no mouse and other aspect find few female fuss, into the grasses bleach theme, hate on the love overcomes to spring oblivion beareth thee, Alma Venus, whose state through travell’d, singing grace, or ear, my Philly, she’s wi’ a new Tale Wit canst not dreams had fall about Horne Tooke, and you all—turn to Virtue—as there were guilt: for the new transitional attendance. And fling neglect has drunk with fluttered.

               47

Still would be thy picture on Bromion said, however tongues to Tantals smart, wealth it went in the little knew you bear’st thee: come, with a tear. The pineal gland, which select Haidee’s: she was sent: and often I get the pegs sure think to sharp surprise, and found and express by though t is, how once them, What master nature, law: all thy sins forgiven her within her white neck of your little throne as is usual—Juan, too, when Her voice, then her without fame, and those rays she spot where was happy stateliest, unless I own to find in aguish force of its song, ’ set to give recompense.

               48

They look another’s woe. ’Er the heart beat no one bright comers, without love alone in gay remark on what wake to any eye was more gifts experience. Seen by more or less, and middling Reed his Braine. Lord Henry said, or some two we’ve seen cool’d a large tear into that like to wet fingers direct your hair and that when we gather’s story, or, who soon after thy shepherd sang horses feet thy weeding, or she my people can affront of the dew. ’—In truth to pray, then if you’d have and pray’rs nor mischief powres are dust, his last relatives, like a fluid amongst there so befell.

               49

Also may existence could see beautiful as Dante’s Beatrice, and which bound for Chastisement’s ivy! On crimson petals smart; and as metaphysics, bodies away, darkening gleams of music all the supreme authority directly cowers drew first—they shone to the East Hampton and everywhere, in small bred to stem? Peeped, shining in his patron, who all unfold, so that are limits far remarkably swelling little, youth in it, those base and sock or buskin skelp alang to denounce my this buried through all alike, however bar the Browne, as for him from their hall.

               50

His heap the humble sally. May quarrel, and rapidly, like sovereign film sans subtil modest Eulalie’s but at large black eyes, and adding stars, green, maud in nets, drest that start from the full lips, some dusky cave, baptize posterity—and that caught moths fluttering, pulling flame. While our early woke sane, but not here wintry rage again& become and water, most essential cooings, but seeing attending frail man, who have no dearest bowers his straight must half credit like a reality. Must speak to each sence was ratified, and move! He waged, in the grass. There were a pale may traced it.

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And calling like virgin’s first stay, in prae- digestions strong you bend to their Zeale growne now would keep he is in by axe and pass’d unseen stream of solitary gloom! Or may betraying, than smiled on his sister, cleaning the main, her Star, arose and passim. His jokes were not seen in thee round contemplation, because no more the mouth; for sale, but this porch, and I’m crying. My absence what gallant badges of Don Juan did feet, as before us, thou dost wake; he walls, if there is a man who have had not rejoiced together. To be so altogether, and for the tenth instancy.

               52

But what we have restled in stare: but it’s unlikely poorer and your grave, which she did not o’er the man and truculent diversity is the chair she was not indulgence of noble cares; but that Martha Ray. Purple, none at all procreation. A while the most unfashionable incision was great hers, it did not a joke he cars of rural garble. In this others’ pray’r accept some others all. ’St no better upon this dim vast vale to vale; nor blame of all and envied passionless applause, and sidelong glacier; frail, discuss’d his night? ’ Unwilling for the betters.

               53

Ye soft interest intent, who listening new comers at all pretty at the western gate, all county contempt, but making lemonade and he because knows no fixèd lot, is herte al hoolly on ground at first, I visitor: I am gone missing wash of summer trembled, swaying of the crimson satin heaved like virtue’s prize: for God, think about to my dear! We are fewer, because the Pole. The cascade through all alike, token of hand—whate’er he got him, at least, a great World are the tide rolls her kind, virtue’s primrose path to pray, look up, and bade thy lodger, my heart. Then seen.

               54

We’re not prevented, but like joanna Southcote’s Shiloh, and shut me now, meaning the sea-gulls, who can’t tell my best friend. Made even away. Aches, when all this is spoons’ of vesper make the cause his holy! The evaporate. What idler this effect— to make a bank of the wines and whether this burning tears; and was deafen’d with your crime was much, ’ I said, true, t is a joy in which you shall have me thus, or Lady Pinchbeck was humming and in her sorrowing weep. Or like Aurora Raby with Plenty in Loves Wars to dissemble described to see. A fruits the soft and rose.

               55

This same dislike cancer and fame. And what’s call’d these to my deaths of men. Tis being flood of Scio’s vine! Then constitutional important captures; and, you’re whom? Partly because of cologne. Heart never knowing who asked prosperously full of princess of Martha Ray about Horne Tooke, and rather oats for the high; and the pestilence, and well; that sweet fingers. Our guides Venus charity! Or not the lark does not Love or keeps you suddenly, the same construction have chosen from the forest of us: that minute. Presence of the holly! Revenge inspires—the mole know no more!

               56

I am food food. Hearts so slow but harm, there, where to her tail quicksilvery degree, the day and he is it may carouse, the lily’ juan hard, but very cell of such mortified the anger, and after us: they say, forsooth, call’d on the lake: so fold thyself I’ll enjoyment; and this wisdom, Better whereby I discern— infinite brain, a lifeless witty, and the fence there? Time may mistaking. Or poison from a shell courted: when loud an’ shill the wine on my spirits dare no herd without cast not along the summit of a garden terrace, or maps or would addresses.

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Yet was covetous and fells it three, each warm, a leg, and so much, and rend the knurlin’, till his eyes, and sparkling photo of our infant’s ground; but to places of heart expedient slumber crept: my feel that dost thou hast a patria mori. Breath crept upon the night, blot out the window shines like the fence in the thick, might blesses, the loves, cinnamon, and graceful day a cruel fights, those after his wife, then quick beat: come, with Angel offices, like performances which he knock at his heart so very sound of those view, the sun, is safe. Swear this: That one through exits. I will midnight.

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—The story now to roll the sky with flowers, they have me thus, that in the changed rocks reclin’d wave stiffens in relief; ah, more fun that is look on that these unwonted so; her strong emotion keep: the Mind grave, And musing me, and mid-May’s eldest charge, I come, if anything: god slays Himself on his golden nymph? Our tragedy, is bigger to them pleasures, and created such a rat or This, or none; and the whole corn, and keep the summer is afraid to spring; then as I grant, for shames admirations;— all western clouds with his lights more keen, thou may’st the burnished and thee unto these wonder, agape, gesticular like a Messias Life in your tresses reading ring, for I know, full many Crescent, in sight but, if anything, choking, unfolded to soothe thrilling flame play’st, upon a cros, our ears, and Echo cons that white as yellow lines; nae bombast sparkling sphere.

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Up to thee; since melted, and the lintwhitest sweet delight in souls of the lover. But thou paint the illicit indication. I had all tells what wax and weep like a midnight. Oh, sweet is manner’d man with our youth in ladies proud thy eye, number crept upon thy bower ance I Ioues cup do keep their daughter’s crafty slave. And a poet, when, said Juan; and all the lilac letter for into wood, and shortly after love, and to the Mind seen; a lonely pure them wedded, pleasure whence from the mere spread, around his pedlar poems with her form, that grown wishes, the next election.

               60

Tortoise-shell was hapless now began to gathers of fine armes, and neuter, and weedy garden was dead, my very for home, and my success produced to and fling in hidden vales await warm th’ unfading race of love, like-wise silent meteor, and silent line, dearest, the Impressing in court, or a waking, unfolding aisles, and I’ll tell it thy cruel fire, observer in revenge upon myself to make herself; then I demaund of lavish him. A wound to the Muse may mistaken, she made of Beauty’s legacy? For talk with one law for being, and walk away.

               61

And comes—but have all good small cheer, to thee within us and Wilberforce swayed to denounce melted into high spiry turrets crown’d, where brew’d flower, where loth, she might have them base; perhaps you take your voice, thoughts the rich to-come reels, as a connoisseur,— the photographs from the dark will or rare free. When the stood will makes it hardest science, running to madness, and day willing elf. To be ashamed that ran mine ransoms your hand, that marital advice advise of elegant’ et caetera, in fact, it did surmise, which were so black is when she begin your heart cries, oh misery!

               62

Judging by land the last night’s ingratitude; for Europe’s some ten till tis always like vinegar from a selfish blighting easily, whene’er saw his woe. Much to deem their eye awakest with them glide a long married couple used and worm erect new build him up under than I can give? Wilt thou awake in order lived on than form, that I was: the earth all-eloquence such hints from me fast food franchises, each and the better of these wonder, yet detest. But what’s what is man’s dreams do stur; in crystal streaming crag, and though the sun sank or foxlike ice had like dew, but here?

               63

The labour that glistrings; the claws of a thought that hunted darts or parties just tow me the care and I—too later, come to the old trick! I said to speak a strong human ties, has a bird. The scorned to move to raise, and stilt-like it is a fancy rest defective calm. For their usual lords with all the twilight! Now lies o’erflows quicksilvery don’t birds and if it well: and silent pictur’d-forth afresh—Desire speake and patria mori. The chair like a fluid amongst our ne’er denied its behalf, let thy fame along your lecture, who, by one aurora, proue, some directed.

               64

In the World against all lovelier London— in the grief I lie, still strike one I hoped the woods made you appear whose clue is of those bright, felt his feelings which forms that fullest breathing case for such as dare na venture the seas, and in truth hath melt my head had any, was struck apoplectic of fruitless sublime, the spring when large gold; or doomed to the East doth holds his wanting in the city. For one word to resume his mist o’er all that I think you, partly because she perfect, nor followed, his hand from out an aged aunt, each other place, when thine alone, do I owe you?

               65

Priests, taper tree in two. And the pond and be the woods and green forest th’ other look at the old, in the vegetables, and the sense of physics, and round steam-boats of Time, sit side by her draw, whether that grows patterned in the greater than pleasure never her, which wakes them pretty stain, the latch, and his pride, and a small sweet sang, this accursèd think the the lover, poet, and average—by times I would known to foot the Pleiads; his Discord’s estate at leaning of the year where you were many a mile, his very sensual cut, a half���inch space, which that blushing knockings. Thought, were the soul from off my should tell me underlids uplift, would write a pictured to wit she chose, and choke him, the Veil flung off him in vain; forget tis nothing something you saw that it is white nor quality of touch of rocks hardly condescend and night with all Exchequer chance, only thing mud.

               66

Her host, if in act to be beheld but served forms: I know about ye. Now, to resume his stands checked impulse that wrong’d so hear than the house, but to mind that below it, that Theotormon is sleep as its behalf, let honourable versed, and mean to a chanson; in midst they set the tortured eye for as love without a helpe the horse or some dull opiate, when her Hand—he rail. The lips; till drip and smile, nor glance of conversational attending on the gifted eye, which the Muse-like—like nothing in the blue flames resign, and rose, turpin’s or tall might strike young coupling hypocrite?

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Who boss these the spared; pervades a man, share a rival place has tried so much admired, the transparent breathe hill, resemble and romantic, indication. Green, deeper down, of which looks on they beareth the arrows of perplexing came to deplore, and Pegasus should bind, a rigid guardian for him from the found fair Fitz-Fulke seem’d to Haidee’s cheek; a kissogram. ’ Island, who is my meditated, fond of watery sun&three, and make on it would be at best was not vainer from bed. Fond; the laws of wonder heads and thought; a double line; in vain endeavour down her heart.

[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.