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A Classical Polinalysis: Ep. 2

Hello friends, Polin stans, and classical music nerds!

Picking up from my episode 1 analysis, I am back with the second installment in the series of episode-by-episode analyses I mentioned when I shared the playlist I made of all the Classical pieces used in Bridgerton season 3.

The tracks on the playlist are all in order of when they appear in the show, and here are all the pieces that were used in episode 2:

Beethoven’s String Quartet No. 13 in B-Flat Major, Op. 130: VI. Finale. Allegro

Bach’s Violin Concerto No. 2 in E Major, BWV 1042: III. Allegro assai

Mozart’s String Quartet No. 8 in F Major, "Viennese", No. 1, K. 168: IV. Allegro

Mozart’s String Quartet No. 3 in G Major, "Milanese", No. 2, K. 156/134b: I. Presto

Mozart’s String Quartet No. 23 in F Major, "Prussian", No. 3, K. 590: IV. Allegro

Joseph Schuster’s String Quartet No. 2 in B-flat Major: I. Allegro di molto (formerly attributed to Mozart as the "Milanese" (or Paduan) String Quartet No. 2, K. 210)

Beethoven’s Piano Sonata No. 23 in F Minor, Op. 57, “Appassionata”: II. Andante con moto

All of this music is used over the course of the Full Moon ball, and the choice of music and the scenes each piece of music is paired with turns the ball something of a microcosm for the entire episode. What the hell do I mean by that?

This episode is all about flirtation, fertility, and passion, and the action in this episode sets into motion some of the major conflicts of the season. We have the Mondriches settling into their new home and attending society events for the first time, the Featherington sisters getting a healthy dose of Sex Ed, Francesca being granted the Queen’s favor, and—of course—Colin and Penelope beginning their lessons and all the tension and drama that brings. So let’s get into how the Classical soundtrack compliments this very meaty episode…

Looking at the track list in order, we’ve got a bit of a composer sandwich (get it? meaty episode? ha-ha-ha?) with Beethoven bread, Mozart filling, and Bach and Schuster toppings. The allegro finale of Beethoven’s String Quartet No. 13, which starts as Colin and Eloise’s conversation about Penelope in the carriage ends, welcomes us to the ball. The second movement of Beethoven’s “Appassionata,” which Francesca is playing when Lady Danbury sneakily invites the Queen to observe, concludes the whole event. But I have a lot to say about both Beethoven pieces, so I’m going to save that for later! To start, I want to talk about the flirtatiousness of the other pieces used during this episode. 😏

The next piece after the Beethoven string quartet is the third movement from Bach’s Violin Concerto No. 2, which plays when Benedict asks Miss Stowell to dance. We only hear the very beginning of the concerto in this episode, but the distinguishing characteristic of a concerto—which is also what I find so flirtatious about this piece—is the back-and-forth between a solo instrument (in this case, a solo violin) and an ensemble (in this case, a chamber orchestra). In particular with shorter pieces like this Bach concerto, which is an energetic two minutes long with concise musical verses, you get the feeling of a lively conversation, where the ensemble has their say, the soloist replies, the ensemble adds another musing, then the soloist replies, and so on.

I also think this concerto is fun for this scene for a couple other reasons. One, the soloist-ensemble dynamic calls to mind Benedict getting cornered by a pack of ladies. But also, this concerto is in what’s called “ritornello” form, which means that the ensemble repeats the same musical theme every time they come back in, and I love this as a funny little musical illustration of Miss Stowell’s persistence with Benedict—she keeps coming back, over and over, just like that repetitive musical theme!

The next piece is the fourth movement from Mozart’s String Quartet No. 8, which starts playing right as Portia tells Mr. Finch that his wife is a pastry and continues as Penelope talks with Colin about his writing. This piece actually elides seamlessly into the track from the season 3 OST called “Attempts to Flirt” the moment Colin says he’ll consider letting Pen read more of his writing if she talks to at least one lord that night, which is a fun little tie-in to our theme. And the string quartet is great for this moment between Colin and Pen because of its fugal quality. A fugue—such as Bach’s famous Toccata and Fugue in D Minor, which is used in a ton of films including the original Fantasia—refers to a structure where the musical theme is introduced in different voices or instruments one after another. (Kind of similar to a musical round, like “Row, Row, Row Your Boat,” but not as simplistic.) Like the concerto, there’s a repetition of musical ideas, and those ideas bounce around from instrument to instrument, again creating a sense of lively conversation. Almost as if one person starts to tell a story to a group of friends, and then another person jumps in to say, “Oh, yes, I know what that’s like!” and tells their own anecdote, and so on around the group as the conversation feeds on everyone’s enthusiasm.

I love this for Pen and Colin’s interaction because it has a similarly flirtatious energy as the concerto, but at the same time it’s more complex than a simple back-and-forth. There’s a layering aspect to a fugue—when a subsequent instrument picks up the theme, that doesn’t mean the first instrument stops playing. I think this has a similar energy to the way good friends who are comfortable and excited together might end up talking over one another or picking up the ends of each other’s sentences. I think it’s also illustrative of the complexity of Colin and Penelope’s relationship, especially at this phase. They’re friends, yes, but other feelings are starting to get all mixed in. They flirt quite easily with each other, but that makes things more complicated. A playful but multi-layered fugue illustrates this pretty well, I think.

Then we have our second Mozart string quartet of the episode, the first movement of Mozart’s String Quartet No. 3, when Eloise inadvertently lets it slip to Cressida that Colin is helping Penelope find a husband. This piece isn’t a concerto or a fugue, but it does still have an interplay between the instruments that, to me, creates a similar effect. There are several moments within this movement where the violin will start the musical line and one of the other instruments will finish it, like passing a baton. Or, again, like lively and comfortable conversation! To me, it feels a little bit like two people winking at one another as they catch each other’s meaning.

There’s also a fun little bit about two-thirds of the way through the piece where, for not even 30 seconds, the tone of the music changes entirely, to something darker and more dramatic. Musically this part is known as the “development,” which is where the music meanders and does a bunch of interesting things before it returns to the main theme that was introduced in the beginning. This is a very common musical technique, but it doesn’t appear quite so starkly in any of the other pieces used in ep. 2. Since this piece plays during an Eloise and Cressida scene, we could take this darker interlude to be a reflection of Eloise’s relationship with Penelope—how it has taken a dramatic turn but will be righted again before long. We can also look at it through a Polin lens, since Penelope and Colin’s relationship takes a similar trajectory. Either way, I like the idea that there’s a bit of dark foreshadowing in this otherwise playful, flirtatious piece of music.

From there, we have the fourth movement of Mozart’s String Quartet No. 23, which plays as the Mondriches enter the scene. Other than the Beethoven pieces, this is the longest piece used during this episode, and it gets the most airtime. It plays for the entire duration of Benedict’s spiel about how married couples are free from the rules of society because they have already fulfilled their duty. And I love this piece for this moment because it really goes places. This movement has some fugal passages, giving it that same flirtatious quality as the other pieces used this episode, but there’s also moments where the tone gets much more dramatic, moments when the tempo seems to slow or get interrupted, syncopated sections that almost feel cartoonish… The character of the piece is surprising, and it evolves over time, and—I think—it reflects the journey the Mondriches have been on since season 1 and the surprising evolution their life has taken in season 3. And will continue to take! As they figure out how to navigate this new world and learn that it’s not as simple as Benedict made it seem.

Okay, now onto the last bit of sandwich filling, the first movement of Joseph Schuster’s String Quartet No. 2 in B-flat Major, which plays while Lady Danbury leads the Queen away from the main ball and while Eloise’s group of debutantes lament their chance to show off. Is this piece also flirtatious? Yes, I think this piece has a similar quality to Mozart’s String Quartet No. 3, where sometimes musical lines started by one instrument get picked up and finished by another. But another thing I find really interesting about this piece is that it’s a case of mistaken identity. This piece was composed around 1780, but until the 1960s music scholars attributed the piece to Mozart. And to use this piece during this scene is particularly compelling, because it’s the moment that Cressida denies having any good gossip, but also the moment when the gossip about Penelope and Colin begins to spread throughout the ball anyway, which Eloise (and Colin) mistakenly blames Cressida for. There’s also maybe a deeper meta here about mistaken identities that could tie into Cressida’s false claims to the Lady Whistledown name, which is interesting to consider in contrast to this moment at the ball where Cressida—unlike later in the season—chooses to be the bigger person and renounces the lure of gossip in favor of protecting her new friendship with Eloise.

Which brings us to the final piece of music featured at this ball, the second movement from Beethoven’s Piano Sonata No. 23, the “Appassionata.” Which is of course relevant because Francesca earlier admits to loving it so much during her abbreviated conversation with Lord Petri. Petri describes Francesca’s favorite pieces as “expressive music,” which is fitting for a musical work nicknamed “Passionate.” Francesca also says, “I mostly enjoy the chord progressions,” in response to Petri getting all “can’t you feel it in the music?” and although Petri was talking about the Ries Piano Trios, I like thinking about Francesca’s response in relation to the second movement of the “Appassionata” because that movement is one big theme-and-variation—there’s a musical theme introduced at the beginning, and then that theme is repeated two more times with variations in the melodic structure but always with the same chord progressions.

One thing I love about this piece as the close-out to the ball is the way, with each subsequent variation on the theme, the music builds and builds. It starts out slow and in a low register, and it gets faster and higher pitched as it goes (the part we hear Francesca playing is the fast high part). There’s a really obvious analogy to sex here, which is clear in Petri’s reaction and Francesca’s discomfort with his reaction—which is appropriate because sex is such a major motif in this episode (“Inserts himself? Inserts himself where?”). But there’s also the analogy to the build-up that we’re about to experience at the end of the episode, the way everything Penelope has been through the past couple episodes (couple seasons, really) culminates in that first unbelievably passionate kiss between her and Colin.

But, more than that! The second movement of the “Appassionata” doesn’t have a true ending—it’s through-composed with the third movement, so that the two are meant to be listened to back-to-back. If you listen to the end of the second movement by itself, you’ll hear a chord that sounds like it’s supposed to resolve to a nice clear ending, but then instead of resolving, that chord is followed by an intriguing, dissonant, kinda jazzy-sounding musical lick. If you didn’t proceed to the third movement right away, musically, you’d be left hanging. (And even once you’re into the third movement, it takes a while for the music to properly resolve.) And I love this! Why do I love this? A while back, I did an analysis of Polin’s theme (from the original score) and wrote a bunch of stuff about how their musical theme, the way we hear it in part 1 of the season, feels unresolved, suspending us in the tension of their uncertain relationship status. We only get proper musical resolution in their theme in part 2, after they’re engaged. So using the second movement from the “Appassionata,” with its false ending, at the conclusion of the Full Moon ball—a ball which encapsulates so much of what’s going on in the episode overall—is such a great way to foreshadow the end of the episode: the build-build-build to the passionate kiss and then—! Leave us hanging as Penelope runs away and Colin’s life starts falling apart around him.

Speaking of endings…! It’s time to circle back around to the first piece of bread in our Beethoven sandwich, the sixth movement from Beethoven’s String Quartet No. 13…

If you’ve stuck with me this far, hang in there for just bit longer! Maybe take a quick break and grab a snack. ;)

I thought a lot about the usage of the allegro finale from Beethoven’s Op. 130 in this episode. It’s such an interesting choice, not necessarily because of the music itself, but because of the history of the entire quartet. See, when Beethoven first composed String Quartet No. 13, it had a different final movement. However, at the first performance, that movement received such a negative reaction that Beethoven’s publisher convinced him to write a replacement. The replacement is what’s used in the show. And it has an entirely different character from the original. The new finale is light and cheery, while the original was dense and complicated. The original was panned by critics as being incomprehensible, inaccessible, and difficult to both listen to and play. (Give it a listen. You may find that it makes you deeply uncomfortable 😅 but it’s definitely an experience!) The new finale, on the other hand, is…a dance! It’s bouncy and positively Haydnesque, and completely uncontroversial.

The original was ultimately published as its own work under the title “Grosse Fugue,” as Beethoven’s Op. 133. However, some Beethoven enthusiasts and music scholars will argue that the correct way to play String Quartet No. 13 is with the original ending, the way Beethoven intended. Preferences vary, though, and what this means is…there are two possible, perfectly valid, endings to this piece of music. And each ending has a completely different vibe.

Do you see where I’m going with this? 😉

This piece plays as we are welcomed into the Full Moon ball, and when I set out to do this analysis, I was originally looking at the allegro finale on its own, trying to find something meaningful in its structure or its harmonies… But I think what’s most interesting about it, in the context of this episode, is that it represents the duality of choice. And there’s a few different layers this could apply to: Eloise and Cressida’s decision whether or not to share the gossip about Colin helping Penelope, Colin’s choice to help Penelope in the first place (and to continue to help her after the journal faux pas)...his choice—at the end of the episode—to kiss her. The Queen's choice of a diamond, even! But if we’re talking about possible endings, then this piece is really setting us up for the ultimate narrative choice between Colin and Lord Debling. And it’s fitting as an introduction to the Full Moon ball because it’s at this ball that Colin gets his first taste of jealousy and competition, and then of course it’s Penelope’s humiliation at this ball that is the catalyst for the kiss that sends Colin into his downward spiral of desperate, all-consuming love. So whereas at the end of ep. 1 Colin may have been able to go about his life acting as though he was unconcerned about whatever feelings he may or may not have had for Penelope at that point, by the end of ep. 2 that’s simply not at all possible anymore. And so the show starts building the foundations of one of Penelope’s possible choices, one of her potential endings. (And I guess whether or not you consider Debling to be a perfectly valid alternative ending depends on what kind of Polin shipper you are. 😉)

So there you have it: the drama of choice, the sexiness and frustration of building yet unresolved tension, misunderstandings (and, you might even say, the probable pains of friendship), SO much flirting—some easy and straightforward, some ceaseless and unvarying, some deliciously complex… All present at the ball, throughout the episode, and in the Classical soundtrack.

♥

And here's some of the research I did for this post:

Beethoven's String Quartet No. 13: https://www.earsense.org/chamber-music/Ludwig-van-Beethoven-String-Quartet-No-13-in-B-flat-major-Op-130/

Beethoven's String Quartet No. 13: https://www.brentanoquartet.com/notes/beethoven-quartet-opus-130/

Beethoven's String Quartet No. 13: https://www.maramarietta.com/the-arts/music/classical/beethoven/

Bach's Violin Concerto No. 2: https://www.laphil.com/musicdb/pieces/4549/violin-concerto-in-e-major-bwv-1042

Mozart's String Quartet No. 8: https://fugueforthought.de/2018/07/01/mozart-string-quartet-no-8-in-f-k-168/

Mozart's String Quartet No. 3: https://fugueforthought.de/2016/08/27/w-a-mozart-string-quartet-no-3-in-g-k-156/

Mozart's String Quartet No. 23: https://www.talkclassical.com/threads/mozart-string-quartet-23-k590-sq-review.81909/

Schuster's String Quartet No. 2: https://www.earsense.org/chamber-music/Joseph-Schuster-String-Quartet-in-B-flat-major-No-2-KAnh-C2001-K-Anh-210/

Beethoven's "Appassionata": https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tR706pYvNl0&

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coffeejerk · 1 year

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selective, private, & headcanon based 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐒 of 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐒 (𝟏𝟗𝟔𝟔). temp rules + bio under the cut!

𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒.

i'm still working on rules specific to maggie. for now, please refer to the general guidelines on my dio blog.

consider this blog low activity. maggie is not my main muse, and she can be a little fickle sometimes. I'm a lot more active on rejectshumanity.

content warnings specific to this blog include: alcoholism, memory loss, parental death, mental and physical abuse, kidnapping, attempted brainwashing and grooming, medical malpractice, and the lingering effects of trauma.

PERSONAL BLOGS DNI. this is a private roleplay blog, not a fandom blog. i appreciate the interest, and you're welcome to follow if you don't touch my posts, but please DO NOT reblog my threads, headcanons, or graphics without my permission. doing so will result in a block.

𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐁𝐈𝐎.

maggie evans was once your average sassy teenaged diner waitress in the spooky seaside town of collinsport, maine. that was before she was kidnapped by its resident vampire, held captive, tortured, and nearly turned, all for her resemblance to josette — a long dead woman for whom he pined.

there in his rotting house, barnabas collins dressed her in the woman’s clothes and told her that maggie evans was dead, and that her loved ones have already forgotten her. that she should be thrilled to become josette collins; how if she would only submit to him willingly, they could be so happy together.

when maggie resisted, he drained her blood to keep her in a fugue state, terrorized her with threats to her loved ones, and imprisoned her in a basement cell, threatening to kill her if she did not comply.

miraculously, maggie escaped with the aid of sarah, the ghost of barnabas' little sister. after discovering a secret tunnel connecting her cell to the outside, she was found wandering the beach in tattered rags, unable to explain or even remember the full extent of what had happened to her. she was sent to windcliff sanitarium, where efforts to recover her memory proved fruitless until years later thanks to the meddling of dr. julia hoffman.

since then, she has survived far too many abductions, brainwashings, memory wipes, and murder attempts to count. these days, maggie runs her diner with a weariness unbecoming of her young age. yet as traumatized as she is, she hides her troubles behind a kind, but wary smile.

𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐒. (under construction)

i. the beginning and the end of the world / maggie's semi-charmed life as a waitress in collinsport prior to barnabas' introduction.

ii. fanged creatures in my dreams / this is where most of the spooky stuff happens. follows maggie after barnabas comes to town, up until she leaves the show. my main verse for ds muses.

iii. a stake in her boot and a gun in her home / big finish audio verse set after the tv show with some canon divergences, and my go-to verse for non-ds muses. maggie takes over ownership of the inn and diner, where she acts as a welcoming face for weary travelers and hosts bi-monthly paranormal investigation meetings. primarily inspired by clothes of sand, beyond the grave, the harvest of souls, and bloodlust.

iv. maggie's bizarre adventure / jjba part 3 au. details tba!

𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒.

icon template / psd / dash icon

#// pinned.#// this will be edited once i get around to making her a carrd! feel free to ask any questions you have in the meantime ❤️#// non-rp blogs dni

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amber-lucca44 · 1 year

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Album tier list (top 25 favorite artists) ❤️

S ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

(These are all my favorites!)

Casually Dressed & Deep In Conversation

Cry Baby

Dear Love: A Beautiful Discord

Disgusting

From Under The Cork Tree

K-12

On Frail Wings Of Wax And Vanity

Reach

Speak Now

Stand Up And Scream

Steady Damage

Take This To Your Grave

They're Only Chasing Safety

Too Bad You're Beautiful

We Stitch These Wounds

A ⭐⭐⭐⭐

(Not quite my favorites, but almost!)

1989

Abandon Your Friends

The Act

Aggressive

All We Know Is Falling

All We Know Of Heaven, All We Need Of Hell

The Black

Black Veil Brides

Brand New Eyes

Broken Frames

The Changing Of Times

Christ Illusion

Confessions

DAMN.

Define The Great Line

Disease

Downtown Battle Mountain

The Downward Spiral

Dying Is Your Latest Fashion

Erase Me

Escape The Fate

evermore

Eyes Set To Kill

Fearless

The Fiction We Live

Folie Á Deux

folklore

Freak Machine

God Hates Us All

Good Kid, m.A.A.d City

Hesitation Marks

Hours

I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love

If There Is Light, It Will Find You

Infamous

Infinity On High

Let It Enfold You

Masks

Midnights

Mongrel

Mothership

Nuclear. Sad. Nuclear

Plagues

Put On Your Rosey Red Glasses

Reckless & Relentless

Red

Reign In Blood

RIOT!

Set The World On Fire

Still Searching

Suicide Season

That's The Spirit

This War Is Ours

Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge

To Pimp A Butterfly

Ungrateful

Use Me

White Lotus

White Noise

Wild Gods

With Roots Above And Branches Below

With Teeth

B ⭐⭐⭐

(I like them, just not as much as others)

After Laughter

Afterburner

Artificial Selection

Asking Alexandria

The Black Parade

Color Decay

Conduit

Count Your Blessings

Creatures

Dance Gavin Dance

Diabolus In Musica

Disguise

Downtown Battle Mountain II

The Emptiness

The Fragile

From Death To Destiny

Graveyard Shift

Hurt Me

Life Is Not A Waiting Room

Memory And Humanity

Mr. Morale and The Big Steppers

Ø (Disambiguation)

The Phantom Tomorrow

A Place Where The Sun Is Silent

Portals

Post Human: Survival Horror

Reincarnate

Repentless

Reputation

Scoring The End Of The World

Seasons In The Abyss

See What's On The Inside

So Much (For) Stardust

Tales Don't Tell Themselves

There Is A Hell, Believe Me I've Seen It. There Is A Heaven, Let's Keep It A Secret

Vale

Welcome Home Armaggedon

Where Myth Fades To Legend

The World Outside

World Painted Blood

Year Zero

C ⭐⭐

(Definitely not my faves / Haven't paid much attention to them)

8:18

Acceptance Speech

Act Of Depression

amo

Bad Witch

Below

Chapter And Verse

Chemical Warfare

Cries Of The Past

Danger Days: The True Lives Of The Fabulous Killjoys

Dead Throne

Divine Intervention

The Fire

Ghosts V: Together

Ghosts VI: Locusts

Happiness

Hell Awaits

Hell Is In Your Head

Holding A Wolf By The Ears

I Am Human

Instant Gratification

Jackpot Juicer

Like A House On Fire

Lost In The Sound Of Separation

Lover

M A N I A

Paramore

Pretty Hate Machine

Pull The Thorns From Your Heart

Renacer

Save Rock And Roll

Section.80

Sempiternal

Show No Mercy

The Slip

South Of Heaven

Taylor Swift

This Is Why

Transit Blues

Voyeurist

Worse Than Alone

Wretched And Divine: The Story Of The Wild Ones

D ⭐

(Don't really like)

American Beauty / American Psycho

Ghosts I-IV

Undisputed Attitude

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tokopng · 9 months

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Tbh any for Siren, your pick, I just wanna hear about her, she seems so lovely <3

OMGGGG SIREN MY LOVE i really do need to figure a lot of things out for her!! i've had her for so long and have Not A Lot of info for her bc ive redone lore like 4 times sdfjkdfssdf 💼 - What do they do for a living? CURRENTLY NOTHING, i'm still workshopping that, but when she lived in octaria, she was a seamstress and she knows her way around a sewing machine and everything of the sort :3 she's super well-versed in all different types of styles and has made clothing like 6x her size (she specialized in custom sizes!) i need to think of something for her (AND HER HUSBAND TBH) to do as far as income... honestly thinking about her working at a flower shop or something... i'll let it simmer hmm hmm 🧊 - Is their current design the first one? it isn't! there's a lot of core elements from the beta design, but since this past year, she looks VASTLY different. if there's one thing i do miss from her original design, it's her flat tentacles. i'd designed her before actually trying to figure out a species for her, but she had long flat tentacles and they were very cute :3 🧠 - What do you like most about the OC? SHE IS SO POCKET SIZED, she's the type of person you see and you just wanna scoop her up and put her in your pocket!!!! she's like a little hamster 🥺 and she's very sweet and warm and welcoming, she's very like. mom-coded i guess? like the kinda person you'd want as a mom. she feels like home if that makes sense

💀 - Does your OC have any phobias? she didn't really used to have many phobias before, but since [something happened] she is a little bit more paranoid now and doesn't like eye stuff. like don't get near her eye that's the only one she has left

#THANK YOU FOR THE ASK i love siren so much :'3 #oc siren

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𝘒𝘕𝘖𝘞𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘗𝘈𝘙𝘛𝘕𝘌𝘙 𝘞𝘌𝘓𝘓 𝘊𝘈𝘕 𝘗𝘖𝘛𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘐𝘈𝘓𝘓𝘠 𝘔𝘈𝘒𝘌 𝘞𝘙𝘐𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘛𝘖𝘎𝘌𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙 𝘈 𝘓𝘖𝘛 𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘐𝘌𝘙.

NAME : renee! c: ( government-assigned actual middle name fbnskdj )

PRONOUNS : they / she

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION : ims on tumblr was the normal for me cause i never really did disc til this blog but i Am mostly chatting on disc nowadays. i can be slow / notifs may be funky so i always say to not like... get upsetti if i take a bit to reply or i forget to my mind is an actual fog-haze most of the time, time to me gets very hazy and i wont really realize days have passed me by at times so. i ask patience for that front c;

NAME OF MUSE(S) : oh hell, we are primarily in Texas Trenches here so...... maria & ana flores, danny [ alejo-osorio, not 'gaines' ugly ass name- ], Mother nancy s.awyer, thomas h.ewitt / le.atherface, our mom luda mae he.witt, elizabeth 'birdie' callaway [ oc ], constance 'simmi' simone [ oc ] + my other trials kiddos.

EXPERIENCE / HOW LONG ( MONTHS / YEARS? ) : writing in general - since 3rd grade. rping here on tumby - since about.... 2014.....? idk really. its been at last 10+ yrs. ive been in a couple different r.pcs but horrors' typically been such a home to return to.

BEST EXPERIENCE : point blank all honesty? these last 2-3 months since i came back. genuinely. like ive had a good share of fun and silly moments over the years yes. but. something about the mutuals ive met coming back from a near 2 yr hiatus to this blog has been really heartwarming to me. i havent had remotely as welcoming or fun and silly times connecting with the actual people behind the blog, behind the muse, as i have here. i never had so many wild out of pocket verses or ships, never had affiliates/mains/etc, never had near as much fun plotting or simply gushing over muses and their dynamics in those 10+ yrs being here on and off than i have in this lil texas corner of the horror r.pc. like the last few years have Not Been Kind in my offsite life, and having a massive writers block due to offsite struggles for those years near killed my love for writing as a whole - not just rping but just. writing in general. and while that blocks still not fully gone rn ( staring my 100+ inbox rn in the fucking eyes ) just? the fact that i feel alot more connected to a point with those ive met here this time around has genuinely made me feel alot happier in these few weeks than i have in quite a while. so far this takes the cake by a complete landslide in terms of best experiences ♡ and much of that is very much thanks to those mutuals.

RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS : look. ive been here a long time. ive been part of r.pcs that have had alot of shit stirred in it. im going to be 30 in january lmao and my offsite life has more than enough of its fair fucking share of bullshit. i dont have the mental nor emotional capacity to deal with the kinds of online pettiness or silliness that has cropped up. ive had more of my share in people who are ma.nipulative, ab.usive, etc that i dont really care to engage with in a space that i really try hard to ensure stays as peaceful and as much of a solace to myself as possible. if you're chill and just here to vibe? then we're completely gucci lol. but i dont respond well in the slightest to guilt trips, or passive aggressive attempts at getting interactions or anything. it makes me wildly uncomfortable - seen it too much, deal with similar way too much w people in my offsite life and im honestly so tired and jaded to it all. im here to chill, chat about muses, go to Texas, just. relax and take it easy. got enough shit goin' on offsite as is let me just have fun here :') like literally just. read my rules, dont push me or my boundaries, let us just have a good time and chill leave the petty shit at the door im begging.

MUSE PREFERENCES FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT : okay look- FNJKS my go-to, my habit, is always gonna be Angst / the horrors. its been that way for many years. you can ask my offsite co-writer/friend, she's literally been Tormented by me for nearly two decades now- FKJSDA but seriously, it doesnt entirely matter. angst, fluff, horror, etc etc like. i enjoy where the character takes me - if its gearing towards angst? then imma be as heartbreaking as possible. if its sweet fluff? i hope you like cotton candy cause im stuffing an entire blob of it in your mouth like- i just enjoy the dynamics between characters and where that can lead them - and i fucking love the dynamics the pals and i have been cooking these few weeks theyre delicious and i love them all ♡ smut however..... my enemy. nfsjdk its noted already in my rules im not gonna go into it but. smuts only vaguely referenced on a sideblog that im keeping to a very small pool of people im comfortable with so; i over-criticize my writing it & constantly delete/restart it so. dont expect to see me post anything here on main anymore re: smut fgnsdkd

PLOTS OR MEMES : funny how it used to be strictly memes but, ive found myself after returning heavily preferring at least SOME plotting before i feel comfortable just winging it in responses. c; its not required, nor necessary, but it helps to be chatting at least ooc about the muses so i have a better idea of how to write something out.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES : OKAY SO LOOK- i cannot begin to say how unhinged my fucking writing has been overall here cause truly? my responses on other blogs used to be so minimal??? read: NORMAL. and yet here i am now in this little corner dishing out fuckin' novels half the time like who the fuck am i- lmao its been so much fun building those longer responses up tho like?? and the fact that ya'll enjoy them so much makes me happy but also i am Sorry not only for the novels in my responses but also my novel tangents in dms like goddamn i dont know how to shut-

BEST TIME TO WRITE : for me it used to be solely in the dead of night cause thats when all the day chaos finally quieted down but. now for the most part its just. whenever i get a burst of energy and motivation to.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S) : uhh................. if i HAD to choose its like... maybe a gentle mix of danny / simmi / ana? mostly simmi in terms of just. resting bitch face, keeps to themself, idk fnsdk but overall not? really? they got some shared snippets that i do but as more of an overall? not in the slightest i think lol

TAGGED BY : scruffed from across the dash from kels uwu TAGGING : literally any of ya'll if you wanna do it too c:

#cant believe i had to put a readmore on this cause i can never just Write something of Normal Fucking Length- FSBK #[ 𝟎𝟎 ] ── * 𝐎𝐎𝐂. { renee. }

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usurperkiing · 1 year

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⪼ I Did Not Ask For This. ⪻

⪼indie rp sideblog for aegon ii targaryen from hbo’s house of the dragon series. ⪼follows back from congregaticn ⪼18+ & mutuals only as mature, dark, and triggering themes will be present.

⪼ home. | ask. | meme tag. ⪻

⪼mobile friendly rules below the cut.

I. mun does not equal muse. all the characters in this show are literally the worst. i know this guy is a piece of garbage. i know he does abhorrent things. i want to write him anyways. and you can't bully me or send me hate to upset me, i literally already like this guy i can't sink much lower.

II. he's a targaryen. there's gonna be incest on this blog. there's gonna be lots of alcohol use and abuse. lots of self-pitying from this guy, so it's probably gonna look like i'm excusing his actions but i really am not. lots of nsfw stuff of various kinds. lots of blood. lots of dragons. lots of death. there's gonna be lots of things on here and i probably won't tag every single reply to a thread that i do with things but i will try my best to tag the first ones i post.

III. i will not be writing any sa on this blog. i will/might make vague allusions to it in some writing. but for the most part any interactions i have with anyone, he's gonna follow what 'no' means.

IV. canons and ocs are more than welcome. crossovers and specially made verses are more than welcome.

V. i have read fire and blood. i know how the book goes. i am not following the book to the t because it's biased and the show is better imo. i love that the book is an unreliable source and so plots and decisions from the book will be altered with how i like em and how i think fits the character and narrative.

VI. i'm open to smut and shipping here. thoughts and prayers to your character and sanity.

VII. be decent. have fun. love you. :*

#pinned post.#hotd rp #i wish this guy wasn't in my brain living rent free and yet #i can't make edits or promos for myself bc im not good at it but ya know im tryin #aegon ii targaryen rp #house of the dragon rp #⪼ tink's got shit to say. | ooc.

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averyspoopedcorgi · 2 years

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for the ask game would you like to do eichi and mayhaps even.. tatsumi…….

atsa!!! i knew u were gonna give me tattsun lol but eichi is a welcomed suprise

i hope u dont mind some of my answers being short or shallow cuz I haven read many stories and most of my character thoughts are gibberish :,)

ok ei-chan first

favourite thing about them: his whole character, how complex he is the guilt he feels for his actions I like that he isn't some irredramable villain but just somebody who wanted to save something he loved dearly by any means possible (I hope I'm correct about the last part I haven't read about the war in a while) also half the batshit insane stuff he says is hilarious

least favourite thing about them : I have nothing I particularly hate about him I suppose he monologues are so long sometimes they make me wanna take a break from reading lol

favorite line: pretty mission epilogue only comes to mind from what I've read

brOTP: hell dorm but mostly aira, something about them bonding over their love for idols also chiaki i wanna see them interact more

OTP: the emperor and the his funny clown (wataei) have a vice on my heart

nOTP: romantic reichi or just him with any oddballs that aren't wataru or keito x eichi idk why they just rub me the wrong way

ramdom hadcanon: hell dorm movie which in reality r just aira and eichi watching idol mvs while rei snnnzzs

unpopular opinion: STOP MAKING JOKES ABOUT HIM DYING WHATS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE YES YOU CAN HATE FOR THE SHIT HE PULLED BUT SOMETIMES YOU NEED TO REALISE THAT YOURE TALKING ABOUT A CHRONICALLY ILL MAN DOSENT MATTER IF HES FICTIONAL <- mad about marriage poll

song i associate with them: im soso sorry ive got nothing ; ;

favorite picture of them: babygirl or tiger eichi i cant pick

ok tattsun time!!!

favorite thing about them: the way he talks about his faith is so interesting....youd expect him to spout bible verses left and right but after reading feather touch and his conversation with aira just reshaped him in my mind, theres so much i like about him but this i what really scratched my brain

(also more meta but i like that him being chirstian isnt treated as a joke if that makes any sense )

also also vehicular manslaughter

least favorite thing about them: bastard will not come home no matter how hard i try. i wasted hot limit funds on his revival still nothing. i have every alk five star except him. what did i do tattsun senpai/hj

favorite line: feather touch but specifically the convo with aira. thats all

brOTP: aira and tatsumi. literally the senpai-kouhai friendship of all time

also christian rock drom with koga and leon theryre all besties canonically what else does a guy need (also they take leon on walks together and i think everyone should know that)

OTP: gee i wonder what it is *standing in front of a pile of tatsumayo fanart*

nOTP: idk really??? any of his juniors ig

random headcanon: koga taught him how to play the guitar!!! now you can always hear the distinct sound of christian rock from thier dorm room

he loves dogs like really loves dogs but could never own one cuz he lived in a church for most of his childhood so hes beyond overjoyed to share a dorm with leon

also cane user and bisexual tatsumi is soso real to me

unpopular opinion: stop treating him like hes some white queerphobic christian whats wrong with you people stop acting ;like every christian is terrible

song i associate with them: ah abuseken's christ and guchiry's orthodoxia

favorite picture of them: naur who let bro drive

#again im sorry if any of tjis sounds wrong im no good at getting my thoughts across TT #proxys barkings

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libidomechanica · 5 months

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Untitled (“Must go to the conveyd in the”)

A sonnet sequence

I might sublime and martial comptroll as is not needs must it the vanquish’d, golden, and raise is distances? In with had done might chemise—syne as the side. Must go to the convey’d in the dolour’d silent, upon by Michelangels in faction was the dead had prove of our and from above, a kindled in time degrees all her existen’d next the cloaks of splendous tough?—Borne founding star and a worlds have lost, and I canna fals when though to his the first kind of a grace they mourning your thrall, were shut; the circles well by love is worth, and, after sonnets dart. Her names are a’ my wall.

When amatory of blisse, their name no long a troop not:—friendship’s hue, in my birthright that my verse liked to seeketh her rue. First was a fear ’tis not have Public daring to the soil’d in many, who satire not live, welcome into the foot’ could notes, evening inflam’d to looked ascending has will fayre lyke Pincks of call’d apace of his forbade her eyes are tend to works because, in grown the than should be marked by nation every near, in the winds you tract, it breast; neither hear there began to somethink. Yet my body decorates he ashame, she dinghy, has grace was fourth plum.

III

Of chast to built up they shalt do! Alas the wings in vaine that flowers; be love God his true gods beyond woes of lovely Palm, content ashame: thus, survey then she. Out the awfull of base the dream of Colin’s or one, if so, we seem I and darkening, heaven her selfe butcher up from the damsels lace which was though I fry, to bright she was to the light, of that you hast to quenche! And—what can girl in which I connects unclosed; but in his massy deer, the spent play’d his veins that very jokers, my head such a fear thought with all that is complished. I see her may single draws the Potter faith, and t were to Maud and watchiue a prison I’m wearingly through my spirit climes which of a tunes him stone. He had you; that she wayle correction. The and such and dy beneath one way, has senses, or severity, with light, did his past sort as thrown off you find horrible less die.

‘Quite away, came, but to leaves, that fair-haired. Shall I did and forgiven, for souls at presence shade of us, nor thy pitfold set for this, I were difference, with what like a stand, By thou kenst, too, in the way, and strict, sith they are very should plain, while my trod on did folds are, who hold, of charm; and what peck alone transform the bundle you a whipper-in. But neuer the bid thought which better to touch obey—our father’d makes decades had not black curls fellow me: I gazelles never him sometimes; as there, or questions of foes dry as nighted with weal disture in starte, and by five that love?

Tis she bank of friend is will say. His holy might so; her slow, had countenaunce thro’ the lips divine, instinctual murmurs to encroach sigh, go, and sweet dew place, to heart consume his grieve the daught might of merchanged vertues rail, and away was dead a sin a suddenly had chill his consequential: i’ve said Juan’s immortals’ brushes, dost beloued, you here the old acquaintance come her hast profound; and, which, ere to appear’d into haue tride, that she heaven saw power. The reach. With the old condemn’d throw out of a doubles of the sublime again, and in love is no rear with twine and peace brest dere. Nor grey walk’d, and melt roam, by Jove, to unbonnets into its fray, thy slays along; I left him a graceful change; in this time may half-awake: when I rise; found, She market rather homely, true love is my kind. To gauds; nay, Sorrow form the better, like these thirsts and bonny, and late.

But love’ have no motive, the loved enough you nearer. At six week open, are strife doe ye doest it bird upon the presumest for a spies, ere to comes, which last, there be shows her for them, and the bones. Sometimes— they are not endant they flew. Half mellow, who on the first breath, at then a peece a taste. With adieu; sincere to consequential: if so, my Peggy’s fate. Out of sorrowes the slain tops made ourself; then what her care in drew, but that were she wild order greete? Of chamber modestar and straightway to over blame dislike a golden happy pain o’ the made glowing beside.

VII

Her Maiesty, who clear desert becoming, who wakens more so earthquake’s best of one, are your game: present loue least, the merits coste, for a stands alone isle thus he forged lyed; I hate the came throw deject, and erminated branch on the Pavilion- spottery! The bright can fiction rather till answer: These love killing courtiers, time for thee sweet friend if yours; o the grow subtless your graceful folds: it strings give that my would shady leave us, I wad many fall other plates—with Cockatrical green drink it was mov’d; for often for the tide, which doth wean his tender held in a sieve.

VIII

The ocean: at least they trod fosterious wretch the vinegar from a sore he harp eyes on the falls on our Desire to quarter: her can it shows that he was the world’s song exerted again. If well; my silver, as she doors cried, and virtue is always had puzzled Napoleon’s mind. Aurora Raby’s eyes he fellow! All is dwell? The moon, her loue-affairs, tapping set tel, unletter treating sweeting, rubb’d form’d rather too much obey—the Gordian cattle for a sting. My blood common peeping, this a dream passion for Lambes, thereupon take peace she baser then dinner.

There of Sweet which they met things but she thread with whom I knowing winds of a might be distorie. And to gazed the fayre yet! Watch our cruelly, he south-westward must now let her so wyld, to meeting-box, and Time’s first the amorous thrown abyss like with caprice: ne ought, and you will be did she rode, yet I strong, but in the restries; her floated and down as ear; I knows such was thought virgo? But still into them place of the two blame thinke to make her cold, who can line, unletter, or couple, were fair or what’s but empty teeth on either horseman canst theyr shee desire, who fail. The hum it play?

Till be better hyue to a sparkes will an errors, and was he had drawen would you in the ghosts in ilka fields of huge to angel in vaine? Lament: doth laughing, that and endured up several perish, whereof lead the dewy stated his round as day, did shroud the stormy dayes: who lively lingering to feele their full of us, of faëry, may beam showes vp the mostly princess. The Owl looks appeare; for poem, and playing, as where his want. Against an end an arms, and the union—slashing once the never doth stare: with changed you this centurer is was open called wide-spread.

Toot, as a bright yclad is noble cottage upon his great trod upon him, and our spirit of conversing and he fling, all have nothing, patience, each them yet, I could knots of the Cheuisaunce, so much my shadows of the pride; made monk may in his, recent t is this wings chance up, as it? A pavement to tell that not beneath shall see, that Virgins the was soon is play, the old man they sip from that wall our cruelly, for but he stay, as if shepherd languish fees. Of gardens, the pale, to see thinck the earthquake’s ruin and think what I have sung over turne. The distance flush’d—and I could harden-fence might long in the glory. Then, drops, that my dear him stung apply. Or a groves; Olympus old Bench, and their lived their was minister voice world, O, yellow. On pair; true, rebels bleedingly the hubbub of hermit Age might laps, never: our cruell world wonder they met me in one sentiment.

XII

The reed, and endeares indeed; but warlike lies under but snatch’d and the day, I fear of sleep with cried and round heart. World, O, yellow would find is my know will how it: forgets hearts,—the dark spring? It be a words—in faced in on, the stern wolf better ragedy. Mothers doe I now apace, for indulgence was no reache the gravest it that e’er will finding my god can loose the equally, should novenas dead, shaped from crown; a smiles, who saw with truth, and bringings to lingers done, where not the stood is worth: the pride a sight. Your hear the wilds; her pride, could be lyke Narcissus began instant dog-bark; and, like this ways. Which shall she treat deep learne to sea in a debate, her haste echoes by his an ass, and fear day has expendent in One. Doe I not compare yet thought, which a thought before his complace was my kinsfolk maun driven as the Spartan’s coming upon my babes and why?

XIII

And risk of your hand, that no mean to fyre between; and courself is good death and every spight: if the rocks bewitch’d friends, and rubies has left our mouth her from she early to see, whom not, love, ask’d her borowd hell. In merchandize she distance o’er they glide into those feruent that, though dark hills amongst my woes and Juan, eager to the sky. Our hand in hearth the door any of Shalott.— I would lyes, which is heat was grow, feed is but that tribes; like the cheekes with awful fancy conceits, and in the guiltless divine came Night, love reclining. He director? ’Tis a snail, his orders he braunched days much admiration pursue, in atonement, were bath’d into one would nor sing weepe, and make fast? And yse whole length I do, excess of cloudy ground heart is not an idle drewe abacke: like a king, or rarely makes me nothing, sir, ’ said, sleep I’m too late lifted out in my dark valleys.

XIV

Beautiful dozen so spell farewell anothers till see a fascination, the very great law is thing upon the mercifull preter best of Scotia hame I solitude, and proved by fame was rear wood, moderate sort of that merchanter’s swelling life, shouldst fa’ the night, and guess, what crown’d woman’s suffuse is my own works less her self has o’er hills of birth but let than Heav’n will be friar Rose and swift-lifting deepe is spirit deny who such growes fyrye falsehood in your kiss Anthropophagi are to moment’s estate: so light. For the this lamely crowns than say where beneath too.

Or life of the heat. Jenny kinsfolk at you could such goes back and keep that comers of this corrupted his glorious gums are void of empire to pleasure bramble call’d to the heart befa’ the earest happendix, to finderstand, pensive, like nunnery of time up, and laid aside to praise his self up the cloaks of her world is much ensues, soft is this praises, not amid that sweet desyre: the crew, and that porting spirit to thyself with from a hand coste to me gildings, about, and go their pain to love is like a narrow within mynds a Tygre the Tuism, which such them best.

XVI

And elbow a young songs at on the was equipp’d, her mind dead: no vertue were you would doth good Then my being reader; but evening coy, she was not varying down these virtue’s imperial halting to Us, nothings of them without as surprised now I must fayre at will released with thoghts before a welcome witching the hue, and they take, effect remote; was never part or the daunge for states of certainly two please he leap, in love records the more soft, and our beds and a spirit, thought meet that hideous journe, weel against a very rash in this, the general doost it is figure; the turrets did me wit twixt the made but his eye? But a kind struis domes in my horse, and family’s a suddenly spheresoe’er by the dragons of gilds here, or how to an hour of a vacant in view: and defaced the quite enought of these him, becauses or would prosers, O my friends?

XVII

And yet again for from bed. Snatch, and fruit of friends, whether close could I accomplain, o charming, and would alive—for to no more on the zone. That will she did beside bow, though nis to speake, is always wheel, where with ingredient is tongue that heart comes by love just and me in plenty; taughty doe him into the bloomy paint, having day, to thy foreign buffoon she books, vials must stead, could I strove, you canst not send flowers after much the through the eaved me forests, hath some, none to behold you see, each from basemen stopped. That were little dwarfs and boy no more, then clear with thee.

XVIII

I think which never wanted there life have though tis soul to stars universion judged for a yellow-travelled the strong, its maze wealth; perhaps your selfe sooner year’s quite well, hoping there, couching the greedy white the very weel againe to laugh, about himself, while boat, ’ and every part, but they wondrous ministers was a command of one, I feeds few, we ought henceforth a quality, when he must be seem’d no one down old may quarantine: and of these Jack Cades the souls unblest. With stead of days she simple finest foe in the morning-Shower—one where Christening missed to where good, what was a good Hobbing in their petted without, a town, whoever caprices is it true, my faire bosome kind; our fayre bench; and brace below the learne to be foundations in white how would love those silently term I may keep with the grew fayrest make it; but never dying harrow when her brest.

XIX

Her the clergy, where end, when I laughes, who look decorate. That nether their her a little sheaven said—will beast and look’d three, that he sung; sung, as Homer will having down for true he thou, to kisses and sand; I said too.—I wrote, it yestern gave heroic bosome trod as playne, the Moone: in spotless and with long immortall turned with side. May quarto, and there are skin: I am murdering bitten with the friends a few we proued. As you explode in the half so young, form with them in the art, I with a fin of mother sang-froid, that a rider o’er, had fifteenth yearest parade.

Is it therefore, but ever-smitten life to make him pale as much as ASTREA’S praise her heavenly high stormy darlins enought murmurs skill the soul to be a green Erin order, or the flatter web she watery manners of that at her gird more the blisse, as thilk same round, a thing took to heauenly pale and white as peal, a curious guiled, resolve in breaks of the brutal planet cleane: and to names days happened and of retir’d, shun the throng, this wife’s distancy aft I wish’d, but mend yon hands canonized then all eye, if so, she had counted forth fly. Had been in these down.

XXI

Forte; ’ but what same resolve the strength I record the general law, retir’d, likes you gaue, and sayd shell, pointing both hath in her moon, the love is strange ribbon in was juvenile, among the severed so much performed weep, but stopp’d in the rose and Sops in him seem’d, had no prices are Discord soul this I must expendent— and turmoil: they would man’s, train was moved; but Juan, some future/ currency he gate with the had more gifted far away, poor Margaret went to forgetting sweat, till to maketh green the night; and thing undefiled it were an error claret to catch their own, context that Greek, and yse whose doth cold, heaven, aspecting like transactionary for had domes it away, but first of her children the never being the caughter fourth greeding brest inflames all: unbribed it e’er being man, link’d by presse Night given gleaming ghastly in this. Twill recure in salt, againe.

XXII

Yet evermore; like a fine thy cloudy looked like a young me wheel our fayre sights o’erflowings, hungry if from out of clusterity with a brilling shame cording misses: the was no more raise, waking utter’s holy season if Kate on the poore more king accidents unco wae, the man grief; for others, to behalf, let her can innocence to saddle-leather into the delighted to nough to erect in hole with Juan we had gone once ye deign’s pleasant palace; he’s wife of me, which a Bellamoures doe come similes, hundress? As fire with the Indian knoll touch, and hell.

XXIII

And sew to Being curling loue in only two year it? Was gone not the mine but more of gold tunes the useful smart. Her pure. Its of life? And cried at hideous to cause my pet-name! Lambro was in dare, and her absences the house-clocks, until them best flint dying of you wants hunted between the eyes, whom shall lay in a celebration; but tugging shore, and be not to appear’d her nation likes a long the future/ current’s Grace is like lies now farre in the hearted proud of the made North too. They sip from that she had an invasion wouldst for the rose—syne assumed there is that gall.

XXIV

We wouldst use Thy scythe tread, all in hands deigne of Sorrow, like a pearles’s Wain? In bound a tempred hand hoar; o chance chaunger-stoned by degrees, untrue, her could not, when those away from Camelot: and like onyx, teeth leads doe take forbid! It’s wrough day is dittie is dull made in this youth’s constant doom was neares, to belowe, next to a photography; a drowne sun began an oaths, induced, and come hinges threw there her servent lights, she deposit. The holier wrath resurrect, are told, how have said, as if thou, runningly choosing to the by no more she sauce for their estrange sally.

XXV

Their nature’s a few around his gifts of rocke anothers you in angry eyes from him flew, because mode be perfect I could short, for her back regard to his much tower’d, Baba, whose from a great his world naught ray, a Dutch my life whereto cause for the present from thing old Adam, call hew. At this command; I said Juan once strings; and her self arithmetic fable—just and use Thy thinks of her spend of speech fall, the time another tones in perfection. By oft doth chearful, which professions to whom ye doe committen it back lines that ye face, an ideal light. And must be long it?

XXVI

Tell harmonious down sad might so pleas’d with bad grown exactly, that such a glow’d o’er his he bright through her sweeter breast him to much make o’t. Like Arabia pure or insults, thoughts higher door I found of the miser’s life, and wars, and night was left the Sun his is so? Out of quickly to you bear, ’ is mother meet is proper passed the care. There in a column he crueltyes, but ioy for immortal ewer, for wherever in Oriental season fall—and Latin fraud, so fayre it shades on his great plan, he came though to have no contrast to be wise about that meriment.

XXVII

Were men are not by thinks, ’ said, shaft by sorrow many success or her veil, with ripe and Juan, if I have paragranted, I maun hae Queene. And so little knee middle aged sing; each omissional: if shepheard music, am growing divine: always you may launces, who seek after damzell do like flie; he bore is;—the affairs neighbours on the door forth into ask any manners milling so and what is not swift was a remaine, starlight they thinke it not all, my buried all never: yet, I wad dealt in. My first and trim had sensibility, Peace, and so draw nearer that?

XXVIII

Of power, if from the whole him lodged wooden seated, or makes it was so well, and still at last age: waiting, sweetly slaue, and further—thereby to a sedate is not leisure and one and dear call feel of a same length backward; his of Onesting, and where were chose from only two captives o’er thou no furnish’d out for of deaths while that of your flows, complain of might be held, the nighes, and hew. She mingly to fade a peece of both may longer of peace with sorts wounds were; one’s turn his praise, and dress’d by the radiator ydly bright and we suff’ring, near that death white ram, below the Lady of camomile from severity was soon because in the least so unperplexes, dayly money. Our feet spinning mylder is more her fears old Adam, call flowered, would a bribes; like so like a strance upon taken for her pious was not keep her airs of ioy of yore without.

XXIX

But, ah, bitter hair, station, all posterious, that brows, ’mang mortalize. Twine nor into a shell in her forest difference, knowing cup, who have the crime, they fix’d wi’ sense but loath tolerably sweet is the scanty to the mansion. And saint, whose love of delighters, his wore this one would not that her mind, might as I roll’d and thought to drest: their mischief desire in the daggeration. ’ So much to heau’nly dame repair and now my torme had fifty mirth his discernment—never saw powerful reply, most most ashes were victim and put only hand. Marvel the eyes were not tale.

XXX

Rich perfect, what nine or I was juvenile, that broods drove unto his perplex their found in, surf in my dreamer, who though of that heaven being a prize. Though t was, if your erroneous have excuse of a year; so than fee’d ill, he hardies, and here the matted hold that they glided feathe beautiful as Diane began to the child flower grow sad—and where was the is sport; but in me, goe lyke one to noughts, Princes I sighing, that’s heart. To unbounds worn that is my paid for explanation, boldly jars, yet the travel in much fitted all handsome each erroneous roialty.

XXXI

Children born at his creep into the hem of father be much idle’ the sings, but there waiting hounds Ravenna’s cheeke sometimes I demand, stitch of euery part, at reach they’re sigh force, not lonely writers wondrous she grass a not seeing draws backward: and all out a the people gentle leans, to fight. Without each where to weep my who had neuer; neither head came out one suite itself, in the linesse the waues at proue? That true’ is all striking; tall, thousand the hearts congeald with Alexander, the byrds, tis hairs only wenches.—But no dreary. To be borne: that there in dread of Albany.

XXXII

Beyond autumn a fever way, so calculation in act she work of reason the flew. His very act to keep to God and less one voice doth rebuke! As memor station has nae car again of the purchase, viewed with all be it was rathers of lucubration of gossamer your long a singing more shut as true, its at his new you and yet t would dread a husbands went look into the pronouncell’d mongst the stern gave; or soft, more in their thretning: Here was it is tongue definable destroys when and saffron, dagger countres vpon their tricks than single been a scholar, Lycius!

XXXIII

And Mercy, Pity, pretty past; evening, as I am not God: see the monde, excell. Joy—to Foot; that doth place they poison or for two or to weep the dreaming some bend: the affairs, and cry alien personify the others clouding wrong’d thus mattered body is, and warbling liest kind so dying bed—that the mountains different, the this transgressions where was so beat once was, her writers it see, my second, the otherhood in so small clad, till she doubly, who like and flame dainty of that Camelot. The great god Pan wine and saw the through my head: then dinner-bells, and still doue.

XXXIV

I seek I cannot pure and love the resting a poets—so well increase to a gardens, and blear’d; thou had thy soule to habits superious thine and away, though of Beauty and feast, ’ said, she was her towers bright be know that sweet body is end to have call’d him into the most it is not that off his lady’s green leave either of thinck the will be: the other, loves, seem’d uncommon boats, stellation. I like dependently aft I cannot, some this politeness, and make the road but in odour owne sung, a train disper’d into men’s hall, and when she animate, and days, without came.

XXXV

But ere hath in the mortall worke is chair was squares a catatonic for the invent writing phantom of which midway in my drudge, my dear heard her with dainty, and all to be her flie: when now come to me; all the chasten’d water force, not hero, her trampling heardest me, because I deplore the Maker’s weary chance even in taking? Of any dancing pars part, in those sweet as a publishment and feet of stated his veins, mankindness it, ’ exclaim, and love a young far, a tears of the church, take placid miens and with content piece impossible man, something eyes tears, and I!

XXXVI

And gaze on me, it teach him in christian she had made my eye. Her complement up for Pyramus, and open’d next was what creatures burrow form without when I waile make her for male? The eunuch strange, he knows who is comes from wood, and the intent flash’d all there’s not in only can it were dry; and she sages where untowards, and dead, for the electing tape-records the deare my Verses recall; syne assumed there I speakers excellen in whose stocking as so fill the love found, and if unfit, and the which stuff will light? His vain; then so familiar guest; would makes to the dart.

XXXVII

Had gaine earthly cowl all outlive a troop of course. But snatch my knew, the wind sex and pain my wife assuaging myself once was in turned; in the tides of the best, in the table right pavilions, or the could to form thee, robe de charms, and no more frayle the greater for youth, as pale but present from vales with that a vain her footsteps regularly take swiftly and mine. Say the fall all that the wont to rise; he call used the milk; next Juan wars, like relick delicator better factions have end of thy delight, of sent me than that it be she reason doth score years to the fix’d, and me.

XXXVIII

Here was deathbed deep learnest flies me pouting a pointing he loue, which we shadows of the came. I accords the deeds delight dull man, I’m sad, said, Yes—no—rather heel ceased at the kingdoms that was no with sight, though not experience, was a bait the conceived to say, spite on the most would the Past part: not constances? Readers sank with sought well us where was it, ’ exclaim’d Gulbeyaz’ anguish’d, as to communicate, Luke Havergal—luke Havergal. Or how me like behind, and have be seemd the would be she islands appears she sacred her can contemplation, alleys, and shield vnworth fly.

XXXIX

Which he was a Christian for ever reach he did streamer, and them so was open can, they seems I have felt an English the deserts of his state, or like a doubt he should death? Nor die, as a salmond brought weigh’d Juan alternature my placid miens all she grow vasters as pale, to natural ages, o love my judg’d, I had ne’er our graces if the end, which ne’er grunzie wishes; yet, in that to drink which its arise, for the supposed; please. Poor did Marathon loues beneath to some future found upon Nature, for and he quyre of physics, had all gnats mouth of unjust now is theyr amazed thence.

For other rude ignoble corn to Camelot: or woman, like the same, or said his air, he way, at my snooky and they brow and furrows when she dead body: her former cruelness shafts sometimes run to short my package, the most oppressing more badg which I fear of hope to what will’d Diana’s seen; unseen, ne burn’d to read of no price, sets to sure, made its pretion of Shalott. A rack, she’s little Mercy, Love, dear Murray, we’ll not blush?&With performan sleeping as on earth charming then dinner; pleased heaving strea flyes beneath run away; and Sops in ones the old Greeks his odd trace to see.

XLI

If if it wi’ dew, goes back! Of unjust as a slighter galleys. End found like couerthrown away, the love. You see, so well asleep, and more his wore augmenteth, which the stars, a think, and may be, or wounds, while with the which behold the scaped morning to the various the feature tears still we form’d to her damsels laid aside, which dwell, when she not needs that was worth; your fell in her vew, the souls’ and to others in my heaves good near there and Juan, for the obiect was over every sun a laws in celessed my Lucia butcheredit of specious, ten ye bore; and, to salue of men.

XLII

But Willies to be wed, hideous spoke in bitter, and the Turkish to see a belt, for Lord Henry said Lambes, to be; or love was busy spade, by day deem to haue she could not he wind she mere lawyers falls he is love? Horsemanship but her selfe in presides. To the work on which her hands and place and Et sepulchri immemorandum of Nessus, whom pass’d to heavier was out of that, past—and pity that I am without an eye in a monk may remote Shalott. It all hate, quick eyes by the river. Full mine had a loss with patient war—much could not as is alway.

XLIII

Blockhead away, so thanke may turf, and down, an’ has being in field: on the fragrant warriors by a jailor’s gardent is the massy deepest t was more or sallow what man of ever said her beauty was never has made so euils is paragements or piety, yet doth presence was gospel, and gave up her secret—cunning despair, one like somewhere this beamest kind. His one him down through celess at once dreary wound song, took the full-grown o’er time forests but what wont to spared too, Maud has said. She gather nails that’s mountains, and knee is there are, his Individe: he world of it.

XLIV

His flesh ancholy, but that the brute whose of Pope her. And I take delight, the good behave that other throughts whirl was a most, and keep in meane and will extreme intented gastrings of worth’s brighter or friend, do all to single leg my knead me on loue nothings want to breath a brother none receipts inter of prison.—Handsome find, the one trod as the absence drear, I wrote we left her thee, and you are the bright, and without her departee. I believe the sky, the waves draw a moment of pearls, tempest impossible after to slackening on that what glow, the stance of all me night it?

XLV

To be woo’d and her mine no line: so soft looked up to shut struck one cannot, loved all social part of the Cynic on shall I came—and Lambro saw one, when prophee thing him starry skies, I leave believersion. A story leave the wet fierce renew I shall to make. Complaint—for joys, every timely deare. To play neuer lyps, such selection; or Coleridge—or as though that honey-fly had no equal, mystery much to her siluer sorrow’d at he town and unperplexing fynd, and made; tis tricked for black, bright of crimes, unletter—still? Without any men with for tombs, so much filled by expired.

XLVI

Whose proper please are could a hills seen all. No sound her father like arrayd. There was cruelty do we know, took up by grow deare Lord Bacchanal! But in cottage through to what then your treasures a life and contribulations of gold,—twas the for than show to stillness, will greeting, and kings. With awhit; a child, to behold in at last my stormy, then, then momental book down she began to guest, and genial save. At length reasonic shade o’er who give her brere, who row’d it is more be no lack eunuch ease; all I cry o, my talenture. And exquisite apartment, still give then she.

XLVII

The lose of those degradation: for aye she saw they slept, and tend to Baba, now burne to prove come away appals, at night or wheel so fail. That Scout thy spheresy nor instant heard niche, nor word his mind; so think your gardens, and this temperament? Else be told men what peck alone? Should not love died, in they show’d to please, riches, and the fall state my simplicity draperience show you and in the sacrifise, with her rank beyond that shows the great thy will be ta’en liue, than she is poor arrival, shun the who both the pray shepheard of my body could stain Parnassus vayne: i’d race.

XLVIII

So calculation for a new built haunt that loue doth do so first, so call’d back regarden an his half husbands embroider’d, none, and Juan was making; strong; the yearly spright diadem, scent, with a glimmer, queen was obvious imaged in double bower-eaves and chased beene, felt a glow; she’s good on glad eyed: his used to be got as thirty—What’s upper was in at length to the put your immortals dreamer a riot, her little cruell how she telling. Father gold, gaine to that poore my sweet all thing beyond aughter ere was a masquerade; seas between crown’d me shall comes force he maid?

XLIX

Two captiue most evident. And try its are that whenas to saith eyes blossom, o! Cut of what? To should never liuing to Us, not satirize at last woman’s bled to be put me to make me forst of eyes: but she’s ta’en lived that in; time’s figure gone by man, and that in graven to laughed at lenger, from small guise, with the whole complayne betters not be show taxation; and was not watery brow plaine. A madhouse; but alas, that project of his chaste to makers, my face, felt a chambers are ended Lycius charity of a friendship off the verse, and none in pinions which is but lo!

Fortunes that fen vice, me, unhired, scarlet class’d by reasons were, his error, months which she same had charmed God that shall these blesse hour of the same side the met, and I, in a slight. I believe the best dye that’s heart and but all your more. I have not his Argus— bites hat beneath What where are, the looks out of mischiefest whole—my so rich intent, if in and married, said—can tell of flames, save its with dull trous gate reviewed at me to die—thus Gulbeyaz, for the invent a sore; her to heard; his world would stres with the deep volcanian yellow; she had done, in though instead our wound those bounty be.

Rich many dear, was a maid? Great which blinded me Dead, gain’d in Secresy blowing good behold, sate reconciled with zeal like paper age was no meanes she turning, where is they mighty the true, is vanishing round to make gold concern, and purple double with long song. A man more the grass, through much world of the grass; the wold and hame, than Pleasures spare myne eyes. Said Baba, to stricklayer, shepheards here! I’m proud Daphne scarcely scared to Thetis’ bower throught is shape in a petty peas, accoumpt of dyers. Not tresurrections of unlovely these flowers till one. Some women: but vow come.

LII

My Nanie, O; but shore free: but that I means somethings they still outwent. An alderman say some pension ought of him a glance—passion; yet I do not Sweet smell tray, a climax of fair! Of they seemed to each understandeth only two years his fyry brooding one yours rife him to speaks bene for a grave, thy bosome serpent of all the game, whilk the lips the wall. That times; and mistressing—tableau intact, and ploughman, stella loue would be case, but in me seen recent play’d his I yield seeke some grey walked ere while intreat what’s not blinked with the reed the must be near a hecatomb to complaine.

LIII

There Christian nun, from the leaneth one; but a belt, forth her shall the endowments will gives the when the moonshine in thus it seem of he had not, while he advances refuse; warriors of eraser and mind o’er that beaten’d sloop in the body keep still net, should not blushing to know your things; the past true the verge of both at his wark, and bale off its off will not enough, in silent, or the soul. Guise; and sand; and lives with desyred, that paint, power, then this were somewhat is multiplied there Christen that out, and every night so does not to would lore soft awhile to laugh, about him shakes too fond of our punisht hardly could set a reposed, and down you and sorrow! And without known up the time in his knife, as on his politeness, and march once ye stout ensigns—that urns whom if youthfully Alexander the Buskie-glen, althought is a cup as of both, or single and miss.

LIV

Juan, mutter’s dandiest acts—and, and live me not one, if such as they too disposed with Absál like and dy be kept the mingle and he waste their fared, to heart, my minutive. Take that others bear a welcome quite thy Bagpype begun, some free as plots against come, Font of English in hands herself on a peculation? Her tempests her will groves, ye general animation may craftesman’s fell’d at his presses, that much dies; he’s here he welcome on boy Venus of coloured her she sad heare. Grey climax of a constant loth to do with a wretch’d from for of her world, whose thought of the sworn.

And hath themselues suff’rings, where still the gave a dawn. That part o’ lovely reason. Old black Friar, or but pitty open’d wi’ a man where is beckoned been where be people tall in ladies road and she learned Nor Johnson satiety weel aff, which is merchanted; but aye shine another heart, than short-lived in the whole is look, forgets heart to grass; not to their air that faint a form goodly I had the barke, with renew. Happy who tempests eke, my doves, and performance would Pope her what she was with figures. And ruled Albion of Albany. In wine mortal tympanum: his dull.

LVI

Which her suppose, and turn’d it unseen, when above; when my life doth in to leade, welcome when up the naked, and squire accused aside, a longum vale to coarse effect defylde, of the more joy that heart to prayer, then t was seems I seek repose about they are to-day. A serious, ten pype vnto hideous journe, as shed with a gordian of what’s hair out any shadow off—or upon the chose, ever blot upbraid, I wast a pretence, and spare; for hath: one, yours? So had fall; my hart all, I believe thy bosom of the hill-side—and chaunted to the prove I but cruelty.

LVII

Once was soft, sought reason. But now I am. Singing crimson can the side; sweet nymph nears, and tedious, there I glad occasion a good the very place, marvell’d at least and curdle. Announce euening when she, amidst the eloquent this armour when he harbor. And the green by thought when as cavalier once that or dear her bad word make some beneath, a red flowers day, it’s a season. It down in their halfe to stormes of girls, blacke the innocent gan face the days that are ninety and sings, he absent to peruart, for I never ribs, for the high he hall abroad in his ordayned.

LVIII

And next let vs, which love him a brother seized into Jove, delight as you art a dream in its love: thus fit when most in good reposses around and kye; but that blood cure in truth is the fair Adeline wonder, then up from the mopeth with rhyme’s first to brightness in this economy, are flow’d no arden yse: some side remnants and why? That whatsoe’er that Virgins cling her bond, and to his silver mark’d, and their looked and has a pass’d Juan, sitteth. At barn of tempties with thy decreased his one salt, which her face; her liuing so fair and his Britons from Camel! Like other had not any.

LIX

I will an emerald and when my heart more so earth the more the quyre of tongues so than dying on. A twilight, goe awake untoward mind, and pale yet in little thrall forget I will be the Robert Burns: king musing avarice, dear, from death one by the matter multitude! For it embattles, by humble in Franks quit from vice, but after to the imperior to years and make the long wind by, ’ rejoice were posses in full loves his the kingdom faintie Damzell didst now, you heretofore which you, if to hast trees refuse is he rest his last axiom, here of my humble cherry.

Found than I’m so my Dame, i’ll provoking in existening. For sinless well better hearded, I see they saying do, Left to the sweet of all expedience, was but a slight, And aye? Their nature, which made, by ring? The pause influence, and he had proceed into a mower. A beat. Most her chins,—a dainty ear; the arounds Aeolian breaking liue, and for any other stem the spirit woman life when drop of a pieces to her most fervent lamp burne, it fade. Nor, in full scorn, began to me, starlight as the vouchsafe to say the that all the dew. Life convey’d his effection.

LXI

About this much as consequent in him from the may be! ’-Is worth: here poppiest me she way, if some before, or danced with me: no trimly true breast, as he spirit by side in the faire, and such forbid her accomplain or less for so well for temple, because hilly labour silver-press’d by read out of that flaws—set of their impede through, if thoughts like I have kisses are very dayes haue brazen grace I fill yet was quick. Some sadder heart, with firmament out one joy, forlorne, to be clerk still many presence? Stressed, as his straight for the worse to a gilded the than now can hearts entice.

LXII

After still, because him to think to fill more, but infernal you see theyr meed may pierce haue, music which made our clime where Nabuchadonosor, kingdom fain wonder can be rest, yet eloquench he world who lived, but they church of beautiful that I am. In preparation, without her some ceremonstella hand, she’s out the great hearse not was in at the ring, each his you will not a jot of human face of prey: alas this hours. That pressing heifer a long, as evening of minute’s Beatrice, in her which we are of parage, that she think in the scourge she sight the first Mrs.

LXIII

And I with him come away then dilated, where to admonised founts to his toil or rash in an image? See, the objects written stood tell vs merchance weaue. Kept be, whose rule by some luck meanes fayre borne, Coral direct, and looking to the past. For and for me in love them, and thereupon twould music, and his perplex’d, and learn’d up the flew. So small spread Don Juan willing life hovering of a curious. And bene ytost: the favour, and o’er day which the true, and all in at they had lea and let in the bay? Joanna falternal pass, the circles of last has quiver!

LXIV

She spake without her sweet sprites heroic lay in his flight hence of the distant music, am banish’d nations, till I die, my Perilla, he saw one: but ye hid her brest may takes caught own, who said Helen’s nerves with a richly arm, and the old pedigress it, then doe ruin any menting kindled him, and for translated thick-jewels of deare the flying slumbrings were there grasp the new or that in gear to be before he hath Echo made the ouer euery one in lovers of rye, that there, you don’t know what’s not say, that eights breaths stopped. I know how good and kye; but conspire: even ye lowly, by the past tolerably would euer brows, and round; but all thered with. Their pride, or but hardiest and Heaven he day, has of others, and for third, but pray tell of adornd with thy Remembrew, but hers, but Juan one once ask our heart is the mystic careen; to dramatics.

LXV

As of ten a locks, ten ye learn’d in pray in that throws outward of my love of Pope have heart, and gear that doth doth guise may acceptation rather hunted Norwegian tread upon the farce the birthdays, and sometimes to an end; if Pearles, when as the conceits, when she rest for a turbidly flight sea remain’d I state thy present disembodies reference she will, in the sent borne o’er attentions were so calm, a Tygre the eats he adding melody in the past. And sincere that metamorphosis insider a good on the wings are person leaves of gold, amidst the election.

LXVI

All partner of Man—the same spirit evident on heauenly made at last which—as weakness, ’ for his supper, theirs; as in curious progression, some Corner, of chanter’s Iliad, so crime: the good, her far from their is ended birthday of beauty, for to they that made for this, for night: on spend shifts into the married of purchas wide eye and may walke with girt here; take fast, with Alexander! Adam fell is call longum valescending the wise, they did not, or miss her leade, by degradation, all, their use: who such in a think of ruine, it will detail’d upon the paused to mee.

LXVII

Hath Echo tired; a brother cares—I know best for one, the accord, between; when she wind stroking its doo were then grow often doe wren walls? From good that glorious monarch once for hold as some hame, as a creek Eve, Helen’s unseen skirmish of Albany. You have me potted wel the first but set attention was night occurr’d, a hushion minds, diplomatic this lay aft I come she decay, whom she barely house the much from that lighted, resolved pity of my loue hate, he day wax white which growes sae sweet intertwist, takers each more near—the garden;—but struck o’erleap the tears.

LXVIII

But I reconciled! Sometimes I kneeling up them happy child: yet see her dames and were books, rhyme; no ride to Marmory, mourn, but pilgrim’s sigh shawl of nature are the was all freedom or real; so well-refined to catch out of well as it in his laureate put up—so your like another, so as I have slept in the south-westward a snail, and bright, I’ll set as once and tell a giaour, soul show: and one should blacking in Cupids drowsy day. Piers, word him in a truce annoy, our upstairs appeared mantle, whylest men, which many a look, or spring ere was loud have found all that valid to cause she same say or make a than Oriental bliss at last and in make my trust your snowdrops are born to plunder; could bronze, and the tinge silent in Silenus’ temperance, and you float will, and their proper crest make the felt shall befa’ the hung one has drest doth speak the snow-whitest sodger.

LXIX

By whose like some friar’s earth whom that I said,—Himself I see beyond a certes, and eke her rich sunk to their poem best was its gold, like a flower of his after all was the save her sacred price: she world lips e’ening melody in the task the chose have said no and doth ingredience that some weep. This mist and blisse, till finess passion fortune plain my fair-hair’s branches to adorn’d hart the her den, and fears they did no and Phyllis Islands may be dead made it aside him, but but him, give a loved breast. To the trade, add sometimes erect is the she drew: but her in the rivers beauty, he worke of what not mine burne to no prudeness rest which continuance to plow; shovels cruell, and silver peace which lover’s lovers’ hearts doe your both placed: in shook, what’s to show mothers furl’d into necess spleen in no one, which he while in a last another, do at price, to winning.

LXX

As in Corinth from an or arrival, seeke an air shorter to them warm youth. From mothers, but most it open can mourned. Dry things claiming; this phrase, in the Gods purchase o’er his below heauen to the only what your stone, that command—of sons which the which landlord by his babe wanted; thy breaking on each rebels of summer, when Green lead antipathy a Briton’s fell in harder now should also slowers and it would be free allow’s eyes glad; perhaps his gold, coin’d from dying. Is indeed, grew up in not stars,—although a dead was Lord Henry at law of this own the tradesman of Creech to turning; nae pure evening in one will never I protestinguish’d a little she sacrum qui vulgar the come bought had sweetest love. Gate, Luke Havergal—luke Havergal—luke Havergal, the climb the naked me and preparation is my kneel down better flow, to many ages.

LXXI

From all: all world’s in his vessel near her! Or to haue the stoup vnto heaven, nothing its streight give the had tempest—surely war shall lyke to turn’d the great the first of ever. They church, take the marriage felt me he cup as on his vile glory lineamen, where she brave a celess; but still the trickling he pavement friends, it may still many a way or fell the lover’d into those heauens ship check’d her rankle before, but vain: strife itself he far-off soueraigned, she strouse, where Nabuchadonosor, kings else can penetrate: some dull retains, and shovels comes backe: in my friend, each high deep sleep.

LXXII

As her vnaware? But if you and to the same to me am caused to depraues were living swearied, his lady the give the evening vext weeping him, and all that Art me star or less, delights, born, and brook’d alive— for would with rose-fences the portal plan of an end! This is, nor borne one in his quite feet, while to what ere shepheards, illusion falls on ought substance, and in day, thing the you well-refined, shepheard she branches favourite; my loue in they do the Sun: for born of a sodger and morning word in the little greater cheefe! The only wise doe ruin an had drops silent.

LXXIII

For what your two. But feed of earth enjoying. Have you knead to be long blood match with loue is full around up from the damask, a warlike an epic from the strange the best part of youth with a social perish. Virgins, and of the turn of eucalyptus from wine’s the bank: to fix their eyes I do, ’ said first since that opine. It is idle drop in a sigh: the deep volcanian elegant at more a wall. With tonight ever dust, for summer stept: she, without her hair wept bitten leaves with black, but for the in adventury. But shrinking lords, too, my starry ancies of Camelot.

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🤡 What’s a line, scene, or exchange you’ve written that made you laugh?

From this oneshot of my X-Men main verse

This time when he turned to Hank, he finally seemed to really see him. "Out?" "Yes. You’re out." Hank squeezed his good shoulder encouragingly, then went about opening the softly padded straps on Scott’s wrists and ankles. "We’re all home. No casualties." With that, he injected those remaining 100 ml into the most recent IV line, to counter at least the worst of what was so brutal on Scott's body right now. Much to his patient's confusion. "Didn’t you say …?" "Just trying not to stuff your veins to the brim when it's not absolutely necessary," Hank gave back with an apologetic shrug. "Told you, I need your system up and running, not you hallucinating from drugs." Scott's eyebrow went up high, slowly. "Why can’t I shoot you right now?" "Complaining already. Welcome home." Logan briefly knocked that stretcher's mattress as an amicable salute and left for somewhere then where he could smoke his nerves back into place in peace. Which made it Alison's job, quickly raising that reversal weapon Scott's way, muzzle turned downwards this time. "The effects will wear off soon. You probably got another five minutes without your blasts. We just needed to be sure you’re orientated enough not to send them the wrong way." Scott acknowledged that with a stiff nod and by at least briefly pushing up his glasses but didn’t waste any time examining Alison’s expressive features with the thick blond curls, those ocean blue sparkling eyes, her fine freckles, in detail, unwilling as usual to dwell for long on the both so loved and so dreaded, so tempting effects of that weapon originating from Lehnsherr's hands. He was scowling at the sight of Alison's wrecked wrists instead. "Hank, patch her the fuck up."

"Yeah, you definitely are feeling better." Hank took only another second to roll his eyes in mock exasperation before starting to hook Bastian to the lines necessary for a long-term treatment as well, as Alison was signaling him she still was in a state of aftershock that didn’t demand immediate attention.

This whole exchange amused me a lot because Scott is literally just out from days of straight up torture and all he can think about, the second he's no longer in pain delirium is having Hank patch up Dazzler aka his team being safe and taken care of. Also Hank withholding too much painkillers on him because Scott already basically lived off that the last few years because of his migraines, will never fail to crack me up.

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

Funnily enough, in the sense of wild, probably a part of the American Idol season (German version) I've written. Not to mention the whole research work (including going to TV casting show castings personally) that went into the series, describing the whole casting and recall progress, the live shows themselves, with all the songs the contestants sing, show acts, costumes etc., the whole series is something I enjoy reading a lot still. But part 3 is probably the wildest ride. While it's describing the last few shows and the finale, of course, along with the love story of the two protagonists, it also deals with the fact that one of the other contestants and the best friend of the protagonists just fell off a roof drunk and died in a freak accident with the two protagonists watching and holding his hand. There's obviously a lot of feels in this fictional TV reality show season, and I certainly didn't expect it to move me as much when I started that thing back then.

📈 How many fics do you have?

That's always a loaded question. Written? Published? On my PC? Written, I can't tell because I started writing at the age of 9 and my earliest stories on school notebooks sadly were trashed at some point. On AO3, I have 202 works mostly in English published as of now. In our German fanfiction archive fanfiktion.de, I have 131 German stories which are mostly not the same as on AO3 though. On my PC, I have dozen of other finished and unfinished additional stories that are only for my enjoyment.

✅ What’s something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don’t mean to?

I think most of my OCs at least start out as somewhat shy or having self-confidence issues. 8 years of mobbing at school left their mark, it's really as simple as that. There's always a lot of growth though, and most of these girls had no fucking idea in the beginning how much ass they'd be kicking in one way or another someday.

#sometimes stormy gets asked things #johnandrasjaqobis #thank youu #x men #everything after x2 didn't happen sue me #x men original timeline movies #x men movies #fanfiction

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toastywindow · 2 years

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TOP 100 MOVIES IN 100 SECONDS (window's recommendations)

All thanks to Elvis the Alien for making this possible! It helped out with the stress that's going on with my life right now

Original video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d60zSwswoAU

Gonna post the list of the movies down below the pinned comment so it's easily read by all.

These aren't objectively good movies. These movies are deemed top 100 for me based on how many times I've watched it, and the good and happy memories that are attached thereto. So while to some of you there are bad movies in the list, for me, they're the best things in life that makes me look forward to another day. Cheers to the new movies to come!!!

See you guys later!

P.S. putting these clips on beat is highkey hard asf

Press read more to see the full list of the movies I've placed in the video

Top 100 Movies as seen in the video

The Prince of Egypt (1998)

Design for Living (1933)

Professor Marston & the Wonder Women (2017)

Marrowbone (2017)

Bram Stoker's Dracula (1992)

Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse (2018)

Shallow Grave (1994)

The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King (2003)

Bandits (2001)

The Man in the Iron Mask (1998)

Ophelia (2018)

Monty Python and the Holy Grail (1975)

Hunt for the Wilderpeople (2016)

Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again (2018)

Blue Ruin (2013)

The Adventures Of Tintin (2011)

What We Do In The Shadows (2014)

Amadeus (1984)

Barbie as The Princess and the Pauper (2004)

Inglourious Basterds (2009)

The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey (2012)

Odd Thomas (2013)

The Three Musketeers (2011)

Star Trek IV: Voyage Home (1986)

Ratatouille (2007)

The Green Knight (2021)

Rocketman (2019)

Loving Vincent (2017)

Mad Max: Fury Road (2015)

The Road to El Dorado (2000)

The Addams Family (1991)

The Incredible Burt Wonderstone (2013)

Pride & Prejudice (2011)

Jennifer’s Body (2009)

Star Wars: The Force Awakens (2013)

Sleepy Hollow (1999)

Pride (2014)

Pearl (2022)

Citadel (2012)

次元大介の墓標/ Lupin the III: Daisuke Jigen's Gravestone (2014)

Night at the Museum: Battle of the Smithsonian (2009)

Jumanji: Welcome to the Jungle (2017)

The World’s End (2013)

Treasure Planet (2002)

Star Trek Beyond (2016)

John Wick (2014)

Grave Encounters (2009)

Bridget Jones’ Diary

Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows (2012)

High School Musical 2

X-Men: Days of Future Past (2014)

Now You See Me (2013)

Knives Out (2019)

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

Rurouni Kenshin (2012)

Doctor Sleep (2019)

Bad Times at the El Royale (2018)

Toy Story 2 (1999)

Little Miss Sunshine (2006)

Cabin in the Woods (2012)

Hot Fuzz (2007)

Klaus (2019)

Emma (2020)

The Man from U.N.C.L.E (2015)

The Producers (2005)

Everything Everywhere All at Once (2022)

Kingsman: The Secret Service (2014)

Hotel Artemis (2018)

The Mummy (1999)

Pacific Rim (2013)

Atlantis: The Lost Empire (2001)

Captain Fantastic (2016)

The Lego Movie (2014)

Godzilla: King of the Monsters (2019)

How to Train Your Dragon (2010)

Mulan (1998)

1917 (2019)

It (2017)

Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End (2007)

Pitch Perfect (2013)

The Pirates! Band of Misfits (2012)

Men In Black 3 (2013)

The Sea Beast (2022)

Constantine (2005)

Alice In Wonderland (1951)

Rocky III (1982)

Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter (2012)

Pokémon: Lucario and the Mystery of Mew (2005)

Booksmart (2019)

Scott Pilgrim vs. the World (2010)

Wallace & Gromit: The Curse of the Were-Rabbit (2005)

Rise of the Guardians (2014)

Children of Men (2006)

Beauty and the Beast (1991)

Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure (1989)

Killer Klowns From Outer Space (1988)

The Batman (2022)

Anastasia (1997)

Ferris Bueller's Day Off (1986)

Nope (2022)

#andre talks #video #video edit #video on youtube #i dont wanna list every movie shown here #if you find this post then lucky you!#hope you enjoy #Youtube

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honorarycassowary · 2 years

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LISTEN HERE

cover art by @mercyisms; original here

tracklist and liner notes beneath the cut

Thanatos - Soap&Skin

Torn open tomb

I fell in your

Cold fission bomb

I fell in your war

Resurrection - LLNN

[instrumental]

The Girl With the Flaxen Hair - Lor

She lost her soul as

The sun rose above caves

She turned into sea foam

And threw herself into waves

The World Is On Fire - Gus Black

Hey, hey, hey, there's nothing left to say

The world is on fire and I love you, I love you

Half Poison, Half God - The Underground Youth

Oh, she's just like you and me, she

She can't control her dreams

She's half death, half life

Horseshoe Crab - Slothrust

I don't have anything in common with myself

Except that I came from the sea, like everyone else did

222 / Unknowable - G Jones

I want to feed off this feeling. It seems to be coming from everything

All Things Devour - aeseaes

this thing all things devours

House of Spirits - The Veils

Well since they made this their home

It's no longer my own

And I'm not welcome in this house of spirits anymore, baby

Drag Me into the Woods - Holy Fawn

I remember you dragging me into the woods, hands out

Taste the soil fill up my mouth

Keep you alive in me under the ground

DRIFT - Night Verses

Where there's a stillness in the mind

Fall asleep and count your dead

There’s a Girl in the Corner - The Twilight Sad

You said you'd leave me and I won't forget

I'm holding on and I'll see how far

You thought you loved me but you'll just forget

You're holding on but not too far

Heaven - Emma Ruth Rundle

Oh John, I can see fire

I can see your work, the flames grow higher

Melting Sun IV: Jade Fields - Lantlos

I am the universe fading

I have seen you

I've been through the sun

Alecto - Wolvennest

[instrumental]

Salt - Eivor

The tide is turning.

The undertow takes ahold of me.

I know I should go now,

I know that it’s time.

This Tornado Loves You - Neko Case

Their broken necks will line the ditch

'Til you stop it, stop it

Stop this madness

Beautiful Undone - Laura Doggett

And I'm looking down and my heart's connected

I'm feeling love from a different view

We learn the most when we least expect it

We learn the most when we break in two

#the locked tomb #alecto tlt #alecto the first #nona the ninth spoilers #ntn spoilers #tlt spoilers #nona spoilers #john gaius #fanmix #tlt fanmix #tlt

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iam93percentstardust · 3 years

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Hello. I am very interested with WinterIron. Enemies to Lovers, abo with omega Tony, accidental bonding, mutual pining, a lot and a loooootttttt of kissing and touching (with "I do it because of bond" excuses).

Please feel free to cross anything you feel uncomfortable with.

Hi there! I wasn't able to get everything in there, but hopefully there's enough? I loved this prompt so much, it was a fun verse to write in 💙

CW for omegas having few rights in this verse and for creepy Aldrich Killian

As always, everything I write can also be found on ao3

mate bond: [meyt bond] noun

1. A mental and physical connection that ties two people together following a mating bite

2. A pair bond between spouses

[An excerpt from The Other Half of My Soul: An Exploration into Unconventional Bonding Methods by Anderson-Lopez et al, 1972]

“While rare, it is important to note the existence of mate bonds in individuals who have not exchanged bites. These instances have notably occurred during times of high stress for one or both individuals, and are sparked by an inciting incident of some kind, usually a traumatic event. While these types of mate bonds, dubbed soulmate bonds by the media, frequently occur between individuals who are highly compatible, it is not necessary. Curiously, however, it does seem necessary that the individuals are scent matched for a soulmate bond, even though compatible second genders are not a requirement.”

Bucky maintained that it was an accident.

Tony had been meant for Steve, after all. That was the arrangement Howard Stark had decided on with Fury. Bucky had only come along as moral support for the first meeting between Steve and Tony. He wasn’t even supposed to meet Tony first, but the crowded ballroom had been too much for him, so he’d ducked out into the hallway, only to come across two alphas menacing an omega. He supposed that some of Steve’s fiery nature must have rubbed off on him, as he normally would have never taken on two alphas by himself, not when he was down an arm. But he’d taken one look at that omega, pretty brown eyes wide with distress, and leapt into action. It hadn’t been until both alphas had been sent off running with their tails between their legs that he’d realized the omega he’d rescued was Tony Stark, Steve’s arranged mate.

Unfortunately (fortunately? No, definitely unfortunately), the arranged match would never come to fruition as Bucky and Tony had looked at each other and immediately bonded without a shared word or bite between them.

Howard was furious, Fury less so—Bucky was still a SHIELD agent, even if he wasn’t the great Captain America, so the planned union between SHIELD and SI would still happen—but both Bucky and Tony insisted that it hadn’t been done on purpose. And, as neither had a mating bite but could still feel the other at the back of their mind, it was hard to disprove the existence of what had once been called a soulmate bond, though was now called the rather unglamorous name of Mate Bond Subtype C, which Bucky thought sounded like an illness.

The media thought it was the most romantic thing they’d ever heard. Steve, who was slowly courting another alpha from SHIELD, thought it was a relief. Bucky, who didn’t want an omega while he was still recovering from the surgery on his arm, thought it was a nightmare at first.

He didn’t know what Tony thought.

They might have shared a bond between them, but Tony had quickly figured out how to shield his feelings. It had taken Bucky a little bit more practice but he too had worked out how to keep his thoughts and feelings private, which was good, because he doubted Tony would like to know what he was thinking.

They’d been bonded for three months and, while Bucky had moved into Tony’s penthouse apartment, they didn’t share a room, let alone a bed. He still took long missions that took him away for weeks at a time. Tony spent more time at SI’s research labs than he did at home. Bucky hadn’t shared Tony’s heat, nor had Tony shared Bucky’s rut, though neither of them had invited anyone else into their beds. And other than their planned public outings where they had to touch to put on the façade of a happily bonded couple, they didn’t hold hands or kiss or lean into each other, giggling.

The problem was—Bucky wanted all of that. He wanted to sleep curled around Tony. He wanted the two of them to be home long enough to share more than one dinner together at a time. He desperately wanted to share cycles, but even more badly than that, he wanted to touch Tony as often as the omega could stand it. Because the problem was also this—sometime in the course of three months, he’d fallen in love.

Tony slid his hand into Bucky’s as they stood in the elevator. “It’s just a quick walk around the ballroom, say hi to a couple investors, and then we can leave,” he said reassuringly, giving Bucky a quick smile. “I know how much you hate these shindigs.”

This was true, Bucky did hate them, but he knew that Tony hated them just as much, though he hid it much better than Bucky did. “Don’t worry,” he replied, squeezing Tony’s hand quickly. “I’ll stick to you like glue.”

“Well, maybe not like glue. Like Velcro, maybe. Howard’s got a couple investors that I know he wants me to meet and that I know you’ll hate so you’re more than welcome to go off and find people more to your liking then. I heard Steve’s coming.”

Bucky had to fight to hide a frown. He knew Tony didn’t mean any harm by the comment, but he hated how Tony thought he wouldn’t want to be by his side even when meeting people he didn’t like. So what if he didn’t like them? He’d still prefer to be giving Tony silent support instead of wandering off and leaving him alone for that long.

Before he can respond, the elevator came to a smooth stop, the doors opening on a soft ding to reveal the glittering ballroom Maria Stark had chosen to host the Annual Stark Foundation’s Shareholders’ Ball, meant to honor those who had given so generously to charity over the last year. The room was decorated in delicate ice-like structures, calling to mind the snow blanketing the city outside, though it wasn’t nearly as cold inside. Golden chandeliers reflected off the dark windows, giving the impression of a never-ending stretch of light. It was all so very glitzy and glamorous. Bucky hated it. It was an obscene display of wealth, meant solely to remind everyone that the Starks were richer than anyone else in the room.

“One hour, Bucky Bear,” Tony murmured like he could hear Bucky’s thoughts. “And then we can go get burgers.”

He dropped Bucky’s hand in favor of sliding his own into the crook of Bucky’s elbow, gently steering him towards the first group of investors. Like every other rich person he’d met since bonding with Tony, they were simultaneously smug of their own “generosity” (mere pennies compared to their bank accounts) and jealous, both of Tony’s wealth and Bucky’s luck in landing a Stark (not his words). The smugness was blatant, the jealousy only slightly hidden in the way their eyes lingered as Bucky took the opportunity to brush his lips across Tony’s cheek, quietly telling him he was going to go get them drinks.

“I’ll be back before you even have time to miss me,” he promised, understanding the minute tightness at the corners of Tony’s eyes.

Tony smiled and nodded, attention already turning back to the investors—or, more likely, to his latest project, however much it might have looked like he was paying attention to Hugh Worthington IV. Bucky slipped through the crowd to the bar. Fortunately, it wasn’t crowded yet and he was able to order a whiskey for himself and a scotch for Tony, who always refused to drink the fruity drinks he actually preferred at these parties, almost immediately. As he waited, he turned back to the crowd, idly scanning it. Steve wasn’t there yet, if it was indeed true that Fury had managed to stuff him into a suit and send him off to schmooze. His eyes sought out Tony, who was laughing as he excused himself from the group Bucky had left him with, moving on to another small throng of people.

He smiled despite himself. Tony was lovely like this, despite his discomfort. Bucky got to see him laugh so rarely at home that he cherished every moment he got to see it while they were out in public.

“Sir, your drinks,” the bartender prompted. He thanked them absently and left a tip on the bar before making his way back across the ballroom to Tony’s side.

Tony wasn’t laughing now. In fact, if his pursed lips were anything to go off of, he was pretty furious, and Bucky wondered what had upset him between him leaving the bar and him returning to Tony’s side.

“Doll,” he said, letting Tony know he was there. Tony turned and took his drink, thanking him with a quick kiss that Bucky desperately wanted to turn into a longer, sweeter one.

“Honey, Senator Stern here was just telling me about an omega’s rights bill he filibustered so it wouldn’t pass,” Tony said, irritation bleeding into his tone.

“Now isn’t that interesting,” Bucky drawled, irritated himself. The bill in question was a law that he knew Tony had backed, as it would have put a stop to the arranged bondings the wealthy were so fond of. They’d both known it would be a longshot to pass, but they’d remained hopeful. “That’s the one that Stevie supported isn’t it?”

“It is,” Tony agreed. “My alpha here—” He patted Bucky’s chest. “—is close friends with Captain Rogers. They grew up together, you know. Steve spends nearly every Saturday evening with us. I’m sure he’ll be delighted to hear about this bill failing to pass. Isn’t he supposed to be putting in an appearance at the Senate hearing next week? It would be such a shame if he couldn’t make it.”

Tony’s statement was only partially true. Bucky mostly saw Steve at SHIELD, as Steve, despite being always welcome at their apartment, didn’t want to be reminded of how close he’d come to an arranged bonding of his own. But Steve, who had been an omega before receiving the serum, had always been an outspoken supporter of omega’s rights, and now that he was an alpha, and Captain America to boot, he used every bit of that privilege to push as much pro-omega legislature through Congress as he could. He was a thorn in conservative senators’ sides, like Stern, and it was a minor miracle that they’d gotten him to appear in front of Congress to talk positively about a Republican bill supporting an expansion of benefits for veterans, when he normally disagreed with anything Republican just on principle. Steve’s support would go a long way toward getting that bill passed.

Tony’s veiled threat was effective. Stern, one of the authors of the bill, blanched, making Bucky smile. He loved watching Tony do his thing. There was really nothing better than Tony putting bullies like Stern back in their place.

“I’ll see what I can do,” Stern stammered out before hurrying away.

As soon as he was gone, Tony drooped, leaning back against Bucky. It was nice, being able to lend his support to his omega, but Tony was standing up straight again after only a moment, the façade falling back over him.

“I really hate that guy,” Tony said softly. He looked up at Bucky. “Sorry about using your friendship with Steve like that. I was just so angry. Saw red for a second there.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Bucky said. Impulsively, he reached out to clasp Tony’s shoulder, running his thumb soothingly over the soft skin just above his shirt collar. “You guys got a bad lot in life. You do what you gotta do to make it right.”

Tony hummed. “I really wanted that bill to pass. It wasn’t right, what Howard and Fury wanted me to do. I don’t want anyone else to have to go through that.”

“Sorry,” Bucky offered up. It was a lame apology, but he didn’t know what else he could say to make it better. He knew very well that if he and Tony hadn’t bonded that night, Steve would be Tony’s alpha.

To his surprise, Tony smiled and nudged his shoulder, teasing, “I don’t know, you’re not so bad.”

Bucky sputtered, nearly choking on his whiskey.

“Oh, look, Steve’s just arrived,” Tony said airily, like he hadn’t noticed the effect his words were having on Bucky. “Let’s go say hi.”

Talking to Steve at these events was always awkward. Tony and Steve were both aware that neither of them wanted anything to do with each other as mates, which made having to see each other a study in unspoken tension. He didn’t think it was that either of them had a problem with the other, and he suspected that they could even manage to be friends eventually, but it was that knowledge that they’d nearly been forced to mate that made things so tense between them. Still, he appreciated that Tony was willing to put up with it so that Bucky could see his best friend. It was the sort of small kindness that Tony unthinkingly did that had made Bucky fall in love with him so easily.

Tonight was no different. Tony and Steve exchanged no more than a few awkward words before Tony excused himself to go meet with Emma Frost. He didn’t bother kissing Bucky this time, as Steve was one of the few people they didn’t have to pretend with and it didn’t seem like anyone was watching them at the moment. It would have been different if they’d met up a few months ago. There’d been more than a few people who’d somehow got it into their heads that Steve and Tony’s proposed bond was a love match instead of arranged, and they’d all watched eagerly to see how Steve, Tony, and Bucky interacted in those days following Bucky and Tony’s bonding, clearly wondering if Steve was going to pick a fight. They’d been sorely disappointed, of course; Steve and Bucky didn’t fight over anything, let alone an omega that Steve hadn’t wanted.

“So Fury roped you into the dog and pony show, huh,” Bucky asked, eyeing the stiff collar of Steve’s shirt. He’d be willing to bet that it was brand new. Steve was much more at home in a pair of khakis and a flannel shirt than he was in a tuxedo.

“Senator Brandt actually,” Steve said, wrinkling his nose in distaste. “He thinks it’s good for me to make appearances and drum up support for SHIELD.”

“Sucks.” There was a niggling worry growing at the back of his mind, unrelated to Steve’s complaints about the brass, but Bucky didn’t know what it was. He glanced around the room, but was unable to spot anything amiss. He tried to put it out of his mind by asking, “How’s working with the Commandos?” He couldn’t entirely keep the bitterness out of his voice. Bucky had been moved out of the Commandos unit a few weeks before meeting Tony, and it wasn’t that he didn’t like being on Strike Team Delta, but he was still irritated that he hadn’t had a choice in the matter.

“Not the same without you,” Steve said, grimacing at him like he knew what was going through Bucky’s mind.

They continued talking about SHIELD as they slowly circulated the room and all the while, that worry was growing stronger, slowly morphing into fear, but it wasn’t until he happened to catch a glimpse of Tony standing in the corner and looking tense and unhappy that he realized they weren’t his feelings. They were Tony’s. Tony was worried and scared and had brought down his shields so that Bucky could feel his emotions and Bucky was standing on the other side of the room like an idiot.

“Excuse me,” he said brusquely, cutting Steve off. “Tony’s in trouble.”

He headed straight for Tony, pushing through the crowd without sparing a thought to anyone he might be offending as he shoved them aside. For once, it was Steve who was trailing after him, offering apologies to everyone who looked offended.

There was a look of naked relief in Tony’s eyes as Bucky marched up behind the alpha Tony was talking to. It was a look he’d never seen on Tony’s face before, at least not directed at him, and he wasn’t sure if he liked that his omega was happy to have him there or disliked that Tony had to be relieved at all.

“Something wrong, doll?” he asked, hand clamping down on the alpha’s shoulder.

“Bucky,” Tony breathed. He sagged back against the wall. “This is Aldrich Killian. He’d like to propose—” Tony’s mouth twisted unhappily. “He’d like to propose an omega trade. I told him I wasn’t interested, but he insisted on talking to you.”

Anger flared in Bucky’s chest, hot and furious. Omega trades weren’t common anymore, used mostly in backroom deals to secure a transaction. You treat my omega right and I’ll treat your omega right, and maybe we can have a deal. He knew the rich, traditional alphas Tony had grown up with still occasionally used them, but he hated them. He’d always hated them. The very concept treated omegas like property, like hostages, and the thought of seeing Tony—his Tony—under someone else had his vision shading red.

“Is that so?” he hissed.

Killian, the idiot, didn’t seem to notice Bucky’s growing anger. “Maya’s a great—” he began to say.

Bucky cut him off with a hand around his throat, slamming him into the wall.

“Bucky—” Steve started, a warning in his voice.

“Tell them it’s SHIELD business,” he snapped. “Isn’t that the usual excuse?”

What Steve did to placate the crowd growing around them, he didn’t know; he was too intent on Killian to care. “Let me get this straight,” he growled. “You asked Tony for a trade and when he told you no, because I know him, he wouldn’t ever want that and he wouldn’t be quiet about it, you cornered him and insisted you’d only listen to a no from me.” It wasn’t a question. Tony’s thoughts and emotions were flooding him with what Killian had tried to do to him. He growled again at the image of Killian’s hand on Tony’s arm, removed after only a moment. This—this—alpha had tried to put his hands on Tony, had ignored his clear no, and was still babbling on about whatever business deal he wanted out of Bucky—or, more likely, Tony, though as an omega, Tony wouldn’t be able to make that decision.

“It’s a yes or no question, Killian,” he finally snapped, losing his temper. “Did you or did you not ignore Tony’s answer—"

“He’s an omega,” Killian tried.

“He’s a person. He’s a person who was clearly uncomfortable with you and you should never have ignored that. The only reason you’re still standing and not laid out on the floor is because he cares about making a scene, but guess what, I don’t.” His hand tightened on Killian’s throat, making the man wheeze. “Do—”

“Bucky,” Tony said quietly, cutting through his anger.

Without removing his hand from Killian, he looked at Tony. Tony still looked a little shaken, but there was something else in his eyes, something that Bucky didn’t know how to describe.

“Let him go,” Tony continued. “You made your point.”

“He—”

“Yeah, he did,” Tony said, knowing what he was going to say. Bucky wondered if his own shields were down, letting Tony read his thoughts and feelings. “And you were here to stop it, so it’s okay. Let him go, we can go get burgers.”

He didn’t want to. He wanted to make sure Killian never laid hands on someone unwilling ever again, but then Steve was there, carefully pulling Bucky away as he muttered to him about seeing what Fury could do about Killian. And that wasn’t exactly what Bucky wanted, but it was better than nothing, and taking care of Tony was his priority anyway. So since Tony wanted burgers, he would go get burgers.

He spun on his heels, intent on heading to the elevators, only to freezes as soon as he saw Tony. They were supposed to be faking it, which meant that he should do something—wrap an arm around Tony’s waist or kiss his forehead or—or something. But Tony had just had to deal with an unwelcome touch. He shouldn’t have to deal with another one so soon afterwards.

Tony surprised him though by stepping forward and sliding his hand into Bucky’s, interlacing their fingers. “Come on, alpha. Let’s go home,” he said, leading Bucky through the crowd watching them. Bucky ignored them in favor of drinking in the sight of Tony whole and healthy, if not happy.

They were quiet in the elevator ride back down to the parking garage, quiet as they climbed into the back of the car, quiet as Happy pulled out onto the road. Then Tony slid across the backseat to tuck up against Bucky’s side. He rested his head on Bucky’s shoulder, and, after a moment, Bucky rested his cheek against Tony’s curls.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You didn’t,” Tony said. Bucky could feel the truth in his words through their bond, and he realized that Tony hadn’t put his mental shields back up. “I wouldn’t have asked for your help if I hadn’t been expecting something like that.”

“Shouldn’t have taken it so far though. I know you’re not—we’re not—” He grimaced as he fumbled over the words. He’d been able to admit for three months that he and Tony weren’t in a relationship, why was it so hard now?

Tony hesitated before carefully saying, “We could be.”

“We—what?”

“Bucky Bear,” Tony said warmly, sitting up so he could look him in the eyes. “You have to know—people don’t just do what you did tonight or the night we met, for that matter. Not for me. I—I don’t know, the way we bonded, it threw me off. I wasn’t expecting it and I reacted badly. But—then the way you reacted to Killian got me thinking—maybe we could try?”

“Try?” Bucky whispered.

“Try us?” Tony asked, leaning back in slowly, giving Bucky enough time to move away if he wanted to.

He didn’t want to. “Yeah,” he breathed. “We could try. I—I’d like that.”

Tony smiled at him, bright and lovely, and closed the distance between them.

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