#( stygian // verse one )

[chernabogs]

‘  where  has  choosing  goodheartedness  and  having  golden  hair  ever  gotten  you  ? 

hiii um this prompt with a prince silver au maybe? maybe him being kept in the dark about the war and living a perfect life, but then finding out about what the silver owls are doing / planning to do to the fae?

I took this in sort of a subtle approach, if that's ok! I was writing this and suddenly I was like hmmm what if someone nudged him to begin looking into things himself... and voila. Bean-nighe was the first thing I thought of. I did also tweak the line a little!

RED RIVER

Inc: Silver, his nanny, a Bean-nighe/Washerwoman, Leah & Knight of Dawn mention Warnings: Blood (I mean... washerwoman do that), implications of oppression (fae). AU-verse of Silver being raised by Leah and KoD. C7 spoilers, somewhat. Little bit of Scottish mythos in here too. WC: 2.4k Summary: After his nanny goes missing, Silver finds himself lost in the forests, where he comes across a woman washing strange clothing in a stream.

He only begins to clue in that something is amiss when his nanny is absent one morning. She’s a fae, with long hay-coloured hair and slate eyes that still hold a twinkle when she smiles at him. She only really smiles at him—her little sun—but otherwise wears a blank expression. Her eyes always fix to the floor whenever his uncle is with him and she shrinks into the shadows, his quiet nanny, only to emerge from her shell when they’re alone again. 

One time he told her that she felt more like a mother to him than his real one. It isn’t Leah’s fault that she’s absent for portions of his life—that goes part and parcel with being a royal, after all—but absence does not make his heart grow any fonder. His nanny had looked terrified when he said this. She had pressed a finger to her lips and begged him not to say that again, not to say that to anyone. 

When she vanishes, he looks for her. It’s what any child would do.  

He straps his wooden sword to his hip and embarks out of the white manor that is his home into the gnarled woods beyond. Where most children would shy away from the shadows, he strides forward, as brave as his father when it comes to facing the unknown. 

Or at least, as brave as he assumes his father to be. They so rarely interact, despite his name being ‘Silver’ after the armour that the man adorns. Silver, like blades that cut through the night. Silver, like the moon's rays that will touch on new land. The absence of him does not make Silver’s heart grow any fonder either. 

“Nanny?” He calls, his small voice lost to the vast space around him as his neat shoes become muddied from the earth. Assistants had dressed him this morning in fine garbs befitting his position as a young prince. Silver didn’t know why they bothered to begin with. By the end of the day, his knees were always dirty, and his palms scratched up from playing in the woods. Nanny would scold him as she washed the cuts clean and kissed them better, making the wounds vanish into smooth skin. 

When no one replies to his call, he pouts a little as his hand rests on his wooden sword. He isn’t allowed a real one quite yet. He’s still too young, according to his trainer, and needs to perfect working with a wooden sword before receiving iron. A wooden sword is sorely inefficient when it comes to creatures in these woods. Dire Beasts, Stygian Boars, Dryads and Elves—Silver has heard of them all through nanny’s stories at night. 

The Dire Beasts aren’t bad. He can probably climb a tree and wait them out if needed. Stygian Boars often just rooted around the dirt and could be easily bypassed so long as you didn’t spook them. Dryads and Elves, though, are more complicated. Dryads can use nature to their advantage and Elves can use their sharp tongues. Silver knows better than to cross paths with either of them. 

But he needs to find his nanny, and quickly. He wonders if perhaps she’s gone into the woods again to collect flowers and strayed off the path. He used to wake up every morning with a new bouquet by his bedside of flowers he’s never seen before—dark purple and tempting. By the evening, the flowers are gone, but the joy of waking up with them lingers in his memory. 

The space grows darker as he continues to navigate over roots of trees older than even his parents. His small hand grasps the wood to leverage himself as the air grows heavy and a new scent begins to invade him. It smells ancient as well and makes his nose curl as he wanders down an embankment. 

His path is soon interrupted by the sight of someone kneeling by the river that runs below, her back hunched as she appears to be washing something in the stream. He can hear her humming a soft, mournful sounding song as her hands work in a rhythmic manner, dipping the cloth beneath the stream before raising it up and submerging it again. It’s a mesmerizing motion that draws him closer to where she kneels. However, when his foot lands on a twig, making it snap under the weight of his body, the woman ceases her motions and turns her head to look his way. 

She’s an older woman, with the beginnings of wrinkles lining her face and a headscarf concealing her hair. Her dark brown eyes seem to peer right through him as her lips tilt down into a frown and she straightens up. “Boy. Why do you watch me from the shadows?” 

Silver feels the flush of embarrassment burn his cheeks as he rises, walking forward until he draws to a stop a few feet away from the woman. The wooden sword hits against his thigh as he moves, and the woman's gaze watches it with interest. When he’s close—but not too close—he wrings his hands together with a down-turned gaze. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to disturb you,” he begins, studying the rocks by his feet as he speaks. “Can you help me?” 

“Help?” The woman’s hoarse tone pitches in amusement as he hears water sloshing again. He looks up to see that she’s resumed her washing. At a closer distance, he can also see the wicker basket by her side, the edge of another cloth peeking out from beneath the lid. “What a peculiar request. Most don’t want my help.” 

Silver thinks this a rather odd thing to say, but he rationalizes that perhaps others are just more cautious, and likely don’t have a missing nanny to worry about. The woman washes quietly for a moment before speaking again as she sets her cloth on a nearby rock to dry. It’s a white linen shirt, in a style that Silver had seen a few of his father’s fellow soldier’s wear. “What is a child like you doing wandering these woods alone?” 

“My nanny is missing. She likes to come into these woods to pick flowers, and I think she may have become lost.” Silver inches forward to squat near the woman by the stream. His small hand reaches out to splash in the water as the woman opens her wicker basket. “I was wondering if—”

His words cut off when he sees what the woman pulls out. It’s another linen skirt, like what his nanny would wear, but this one is not just white. A violent, scarlet stain mars the front of it, accompanied by the pungent smell of copper that makes his breath stutter as he falls back on his rear. His wooden sword clacks against the stones he lands on. The washerwoman seems unaffected by his reaction as she submerges the shirt into the stream and begins to scrub it. 

“Wondering if I have seen her?” The washerwoman then prompts as she scrubs away. Silver gawks at the sight. The only time he’d seen blood before is when he’s fallen and scraped up his hands on the cobbles in the palace’s courtyard. Even then, this was just a little blood. The skirt that the washerwoman is cleaning has far more than a little. Mutely, he nods. 

The washerwoman turns the fabric over before looking at him again. Her dark eyes seem far more lifeless and ancient now that he was closer to her side. “What is your nanny’s name?” 

The question makes him blink. He didn’t know his nanny’s name. She had only been ‘nanny’ to him, or ‘servant’ to the other nobles in the court. His hands reach down to nervously wring the bottom of his shirt. “I… I don’t know. But she’s a fae! With gold hair, grey eyes, and a kindest heart. I miss her. I want her to come home.”

His description makes the woman pause as her hands remain in the creek. Her face reveals none of what she’s thinking. “What is your name?” 

“Silver?” His answer comes out as a question as he frowns. He isn’t too sure why who he is has importance here. He’s looking for his nanny—shouldn’t she be the focus of the washerwoman’s questions? 

Still, the woman hums as she resumes her washing. “Your father is a knight, yes? What is it that you think he does?” 

“He helps people, of course. Lots of people like my father. But... I need to find my nanny, and he’s too busy to help me. Have you seen her?” Silver tries to turn the conversation back to his nanny again. He’s beginning to feel worried about how he still hasn’t found her, and soon it will be mid-afternoon. He’s been walking for a while in these woods now. 

“You must think of him as a noble man. What of your mother?”

“She’s a princess. She helps people too.” He can feel his worry growing as the washerwoman keeps cleaning. The creek ran red for a moment before clearing up again. When the washerwoman sets the skirt on the rock and reaches in her basket again, Silver winces and looks away. 

“You must think of her as a noble woman. Do they spend much time with you, or is it just your nanny?” 

“It’s… mostly just my nanny. She’s always with me, which is why I need to find her. Something isn’t right.” He looks back when he hears her hands submerge in the water again. The creek runs red once more as she twists and turns the fabric. “Please, have you seen her?” 

“Does your nanny let you out beyond the palace walls? Let you accompany your family?” The washerwoman’s lips turn to a frown—another brief expression of emotion. “Does she let you know how noble your family truly is?”

Silver feels himself shrinking back as the washerwoman’s voice drops. Slowly, he shakes his head. “No. I don’t see my mother and father often. They’re always busy, and nanny doesn’t like me to find them until they’ve been back for a few days.”  

The washerwoman nods as if this all makes perfect sense to her. She sits back on her ankles again before looking at him. Water drips off her forearms and a strand of dull brown hair has fallen free from beneath her headscarf. The washerwoman wrings out the clothing item she’s holding before tossing it aside with a carelessness that startles Silver. 

“Your nanny will not be returning to you. Your family is not as noble as you think. Go home, and do not let your court placate you any further. I detest having to wash the clothing of a child.” Her voice is dull and monotone as she grabs her wicker basket, now almost empty save for one more article of clothing. She pulls it out and Silver notes that this garb seems more expensive looking than the rest. It’s a silk shirt, and for a moment he thinks it looks like the one his father wore the last time he saw it. This, too, is marred by a brutal red stain across the front. 

“What do you mean she won’t be returning? Please, I need to find her!” His disregards caution as he inches forward, his small hand grabbing for the washerwoman’s arm. When he touches her skin, it’s as though his entire body is plunged into ice water, like it’s him that the woman is holding beneath the stream. She jerks her arm free with a gasp and it’s with this motion that he sees the sharp teeth she’s been hiding. She is not human—she’s fae, precisely like his nanny. 

“You may be young, but I do not believe in blinding the youth. Ask your father what your uncle truly does—ask why your uncle was the last to request your nanny’s presence. Do not go further into these woods. Your golden hair and good heartedness will not provide you the kindness and security that your towering palace walls do.” The washerwoman wrings out the shirt before tossing it into her wicker basket. She grabs the other items from the rock—somehow already dry despite just being set down—and tosses them into the basket as well. “Your nanny was a fae. It would be wise, young prince, to begin asking why so many of the fae that once served you are now absent.” 

Silver stares at the washerwoman in mute shock as she rises, tucking the wicker basket under her arm with a blank expression once more. Now that she was standing he could see other aspects of her indicative of her heritage. Her nails are clawed, her skin unnaturally pallid, and the hem of her skirt is stained like the clothing she cleans. She looks like death incarnate—and despite his child's mind, Silver begins to realize that something is deeply amiss. 

“I don’t…” he begins, wanting to know more, wanting to ask the woman what she knows about his nanny. Tears threaten to spill from his eyes as he scrambles to his feet. The wooden sword attached to his hip now feels even more worthless than before. 

The washerwoman hesitates. Her kind is not apt to console, or express kindness—she washes the clothing of those about to meet their end in a dispassionate manner. But the look of loss on Silver’s face and the harrowing future she sees before him causes her hand to reach out and tenderly brush back a few strands of his golden hair. It’s a brief comfort that she offers before drawing back. “Go home. It will soon be time for you to grow up, and you must not allow yourself to be blinded by those around you.” 

These are the last words she speaks before Silver blinks and she’s gone. The only traces of her are the wet stains on the rocks and the faint, lingering scent of copper. He can feel hot tears running down his cheeks, which he wipes away with a sniffle before grabbing his wooden sword again. 

His nanny is gone, and his family knows where she went. The sting of betrayal lingers in Silver’s chest as he turns heel and begins to run back down the path he came from. Even though he’s still a child, he knows now that something is amiss—and he’s going to find the truth, no matter what may stand in his way.

[valentine-cafe]

. ˚◞♡ 𝒛𝒉𝒂𝒐 𝒙𝒊𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒈 9818 — 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒎 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒔𝒔 ; 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒕◞ ₊˚

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ “cold hands now darling? we will have to fix that up, won’t we.” ꒱

. ˚◞꒰verse꒱ 9819

. ˚◞꒰face claim refs꒱ ( x ) ( x ) ( x )

. ˚◞꒰species꒱ grim reaper

. ˚◞꒰ethnicity꒱ chinese

. ˚◞꒰age꒱ 34

. ˚◞꒰gender꒱ male

. ˚◞꒰mbti꒱ estp

. ˚◞꒰aliases꒱ the bloodstained, stygian, the day orchid, leader of the garnet frost, blood in the snow.

. ˚◞꒰appearance꒱

𖹭. long, straight white hair that goes down to waist

𖹭. piercing maroon red eyes with slitted pupils, white lashes and brows

𖹭. pale skin tone. slim facial structure with a mixture of sharp and soft features

𖹭. 6’6” with an a build that borders to athletic, very toned

𖹭. rows of sharp teeth. typically wears a black, half mask on his lower face

𖹭. talon-like nails

𖹭. small amethysts on his fingertips, long slender hands, covered in silver and amethyst rings

𖹭. amethyst crystal nails, riddled with silver rings and nail jewellery

𖹭. at work he dons greys and blacks aesthetic combat clothes for better stealth and blending in with crowd. outside that, gentle creams and white robes with amethyst coloured touches to some of the sleeves and cuts, intricately designed.

𖹭. sometimes wears a black bamboo hat with a veil hanging from it

𖹭. lots of pouches around his his waist and curving down to his left hip, with bottles of flames inside of them along with powders and weapons.

𖹭. two standard lobe piercings with amethyst and onyx

𖹭. red makeup, dark red lipstick and dark eyeliner

 

. ˚◞꒰personality꒱

𖹭. the silent type, rather intimidating, especially with the way that he speaks and his aloof presentation

𖹭. he speaks rather dryly, and can be quite blunt. sarcasm galore and quite sharp-tongued

𖹭. quite confident and not one to back down easily

𖹭. deceptive, a very good liar. calculative and methodical. can even be a bit cunning

𖹭. can be extremely stubborn and a bit hardheaded. he needs someone to put him in his place.

𖹭. can be brutally honest and blunt to people he struggles to communicate with

𖹭. flexible, good at adapting to new environments

𖹭. workaholic, takes his work very seriously.

𖹭. doesn’t mind bickering purely for the fun of it

𖹭. very calm and serene once that hard shell washes off of him

𖹭. really funny once you get to know him, lots of dry and sarcastic humour.

𖹭. can get extremely jealous but tries to suppress it because he doesn’t like that side of him

𖹭. might take him a second or two to catch onto a few drifts, specifically that of emotions

𖹭. despite his dryness, he is a generous and kindhearted at soul.

𖹭. very gentle with the people he holds dear

 

. ˚◞꒰with a lover꒱

𖹭. adores taking you out on dates. whether it be to restaurants, fancy or the ones that are loved by the city communities. just spoiling you in general gets him happy. he adores twirling you around the street after, hearing your laughs.

𖹭. takes you home to his mansion often and cuddles you up in the living room, wandering off to the kitchen to go prepare snacks for the two of you, along with any drink you’d like.

𖹭. he likes to sit down with you and trace patterns in the palms of your hands. lips roaming your knuckles each time you turn your hands over.

𖹭. really likes giving you massages and making sure all of the knots in your back loosing up, so that you feel refreshed and able to move freely. he gets very concerned about your physical wellbeing.

𖹭. at rare times, when he feels paranoid, he takes you with him to his work. leaving you there at the garnet frost syndicate. assuring his assassins all keep you safe, lest they want their next paycheck to be a bunch of dead rats.

𖹭. sometimes takes you to the outer city. so that the two of you can stay by the forest and just relax there for a bit. don’t like the forest? no problem, he knows all sorts of places you could go if you’d like.

𖹭. sometimes struggles to word how much he loves you and sits down to write small love notes and letters, his main love language is through cooking and acts of service. and gifting.

𖹭. adores each and every part of you, and loves it when you snatch his clothes and dress up in them. he allows you, because one. you look adorable and two. it wards anyone who think they have a chance with you away.

𖹭. whenever you return his dry humour, you have him on the floor. it’s not often one sees the assassin leader fall off the couch and clutch his stomach laughing from any little joke.

𖹭. extremely gentle with you. sometimes through a little bit of a stern way with himself especially when it comes to getting you out of situations that he could’ve accidentally roped you into. but it’s never to make you sad

 

. ˚◞꒰strengths꒱

𖹭. combat: highly skilled in combat. in several martial arts and fighting techniques

𖹭. excellent stealth: extremely stealthy, one of his best traits

𖹭. weapon proficiency: has a large weapon arsenal - highly skilled in numerous categories

𖹭. the maroon sword: a bloodied sword conjured by his own form of blood magic. this sword can suck the blood away from his enemies slowly. however, this is an ability he can only use when he has collected enough blood already from other oppontments

𖹭. boiling blood: should any of the opponments close to him have any sort of open wound on them, he can cast a spell that makes the blood boil physically momentarily, leaving them in a pained state for 2 minutes. this spell also exhausts him, so he does not use it often unless he is attempting to finish off an assassination or run.

𖹭. soul-reaping: talisen has the ability to reap more than 500 souls and carry them on his scythe until he can send them away to the afterlife.

𖹭. vapour teleportation: can shift his physical form into a dark vapour and can move at high speeds towards a different location.

𖹭. dark vapor production: produces a dark vapour from his back and shoulders that can blind and disorientate enemies greatly.

𖹭. hallucinative vapor production: similar to his dark vapour, however causes those that breathe it in to hallucinate; often multiple versions of him.

𖹭. heightened senses: heightened senses of smell, sight, hearing, touch and taste.

𖹭. enhanced bodily function: advanced strength, advanced speed and agility

 

. ˚◞꒰weaknesses꒱

𖹭. daylight: as a nocturnal reaper, daylight and other bright sources of light can weaken his senses of sight as he is used to the darkness of the night.

𖹭. d’akar: an anti-magic material that can greatly weaken him if he comes into contact with it.

𖹭. extreme emotional attachment: while reapers may remind one of humans, they are not. they are beings with very empathetic instincts and have souls bigger than the average mortal being — a thing that has been with them since their creation. they become extremely attached to things they love and it may cause them to become erratic if enough they love is taken away from them.

𖹭. fading: occurs when a reaper goes through immense hurt and pain. their physical form quite literally begins to disappear, making them appear transparent. it can be a very painful process, both emotionally and physically. until their physical form eventually fades away and their soul moves on to the afterlife

𖹭. boiling blood: like mentioned earlier, this spell can weigh heavily on Xiyang, as it needs a bit of his own blood sacrificed to cast the spell and send it to another. think of it as putting fire to your blood, and then throwing it at someone’s wound. it’s exhausting.

. ˚◞꒰relationships꒱

𖹭. yuè mèng yáo: mother

𖹭. zhào mùchén: father

𖹭. zhào jìngyí: older brother

𖹭. zhào hàoyú: older brother

𖹭. zhào haitāo: younger twin brother

𖹭. zhào yizé: younger brother

𖹭. zhào yŭ xī: younger brother/sister/sibling

𖹭. denara agyros: girlfriend

𖹭. rishen herrera: indifferent

𖹭. alessio agresta arias: work partner, close friend

𖹭. shī jùn lái: enemy

𖹭. shī tài: enemy

 

. ˚◞꒰story꒱

crimson in white. blood in the snow.

such is what is known of the feared and respected mercenary boss of the garnet frost. known for sharp eyes and an icy exterior to match his snow motifs. silent to most, yet unafraid to spill his tongue in sarcasm and bluntness.

secretive, callous, it’s the reputation he’s built himself — one many other reapers frown upon, especially when his occupation is taken into regard.

a grim reaper and assassin, why, it’s almost blasphemous.

even members of the government council scoff.

alas, what can they do? he’s a fearsome ally so they might as well keep their lips shut. and he’ll continue his business as usual. serene and elegant despite the trail of blood he leaves behind.

. ˚◞꒰extra꒱

𖹭. he is the leader of the garnet frost syndicate, an assassin guild

𖹭. the garnet frost is located on a large estate on water not too far off of the shore of elritea. it is, in fact, a hybrid airship

𖹭. he speaks chinese and english

𖹭. he is learning greek as a surprise for denara.

𖹭. he really, really, really, likes denara’s pet: meenu and treats him like he is his son.

𖹭. he plays the húlúsī, is quite skilled at it actually.

[eyes-of-mischief]

weekly fic recs | 55

prompt: fairy tale elements

fandoms: hq, mdzs, merlin, tgcf, yoi

hq

The Golden Chapel by Heronfem

(mature)

Arms and the man I sing,—not as of old The Mantuan bard his mighty verse unrolled, But in such humbler strains as may beseem Light changes rung on a fantastic theme.

Or, a Knight comes in search of the Golden Chapel to finish his quest. The Chapel's guardians and trial makers finish theirs as well.

mdzs

the sleeper's gift by iliacquer

(graphic depictions of violence)

“When you were a baby, I claimed your life and your death,” says Wei Ying. “Before your nineteenth birthday, you’ll prick your finger on something sharp and fall into a sleep like death. No mortal man or woman will be able to wake you. I’m sorry.”

He doesn't sound sorry.

Or: The fairytale retelling where Wei Wuxian is Maleficent and Lan Wangji is Sleeping Beauty.

Turn Left by kianspo

(mature)

“Make me so ugly that no one will ever want me,” he says. “Please.”

Or: Lan Wangji is kidnapped from the Lan Clan when he's still a small child. He retains no memories of his real identity, and only knows himself as a servant at Madam Ji's brothel. When the clients begin to look at him with interest, he finds someone to curse him and take away his true appearance, and with it any chance of ever finding his family.

(Not a brothel fic, that's only the starting point. A Wangxian story. A Twin Jades story.)

the rivers start to sing by fruitys

(mature)

Just when the sun has risen high enough to shine its weak rays through the little window, the man wakes up. Wei Wuxian is waiting for him, the iron cooking pan held tightly in one hand and Xiao Pingguo perched on his shoulder. Crows always look a little menacing, Wei Wuxian thinks — he hopes he cuts an intimidating figure now, with his crow and his cooking pan. He’s too skinny, not as strong as he used to be, and he doesn’t have a sword. But he has the Stygian Tiger Seal, tucked safely into one of his sleeves. He doesn’t need physical strength for that. Now he adjusts his grip on the pan. “Who are you?” he demands. The man blinks at him, runs his eyes up and down the length of Wei Wuxian’s body. They’re very pale, almost gold. “My name is Lan Wangji.”

Or: Wei Wuxian is locked in a tower. Lan Wangji finds him.

green sleeves growing cold by mistergoblin

Something flickers in dark eyes. A responding lick of flame. Lan Wangji cannot put a name to it — but it angers him, angers him as does the small satisfied curl to Wei Wuxian’s mouth, as does the shameless pout which replaces it.

Lan Wangji cannot understand him.

Lan Wangji cannot control him.

Lan Wangji is going to be driven mad.

(In which, to keep her son safe, Madam Lan creates a curse)

merlin

The Frog Prince by Clea2011

Canon era AU. A teenage Arthur is hit by a mutation spell intended for Uther. Unable to speak and hidden away by his father because of his appearance, Arthur is left lonely and isolated. A few years later Gaius takes on a new apprentice, someone who can understand Arthur and see through the enchantment. Someone with magic.

But breaking the spell was never going to be easy.

tgcf

Memento Vivere by IceEckos12

(mature) (graphic depictions of violence)

Though Jun Wu’s expression was drawn with sympathy, his eyes were apathetic as he watched Xie Lian thrash in the dirt. “What a monstrous thing you tried to do, Xianle,” he murmured, letting his hand drop to his side. “What a terrible, monstrous thing.”

In one universe, Xie Lian makes a request, and Jun Wu agrees.

In another universe, Jun Wu changes the terms.

The Bride Selection by trufflehargau

Xie Lian held up the flyer, and squinted at it through the eye-holes of his mask. Beneath the words ‘Join the Selection! Be the Ghost King’s Bride!’ the sweeping eaves rendered in wobbly black ink matched the silhouette of the building in the distance. Paradise Manor. The Ghost King’s home.

-

...The Princess and the Pea retelling? Set before the events of the novel. The Ghost King of Paradise Manor is selecting a bride. Xie Lian doesn't really know what he's doing there.

and at last, i've found my light by astrocosmos

For sixteen years, all that Xie Lian could see of the world was confined to the small windowsill of a forgotten tower—that is, until a lanky man with an eyepatch and a crooked smile came crashing right through it, disturbing the life of solitude he thought he had accepted long ago.

or; the tale of a lost prince and the one person who never stopped searching

yoi

perigee, apogee by seventhstar

Once upon a time, there was a thief who stole the prince of the moon.

hood & glove by Fahye, hawberries

"I don't mess with the fae," Otabek says.

"I'm not asking you to mess with them," JJ flat-out lies.

the dream that you wish will come true by seventhstar, sixthmoon (seventhstar) 

As the prince, whose isolation made even the single fiddle and informal dance of a party of servants overwhelming, observed them from the side of the room, a young man with dark eyes and dark hair approached him.

“Excuse me,” he said to the prince, his cheeks flushed from the wine. “Would you like to dance?”

The prince had danced without a partner for the whole of his short life.

“Oh,” the prince said. Within him a single bud began to bloom. “I would.”

A prince locked in a tower, a dancer without a partner...and a witch without love.

[tewwor]

* & NEW VERSE — ZHONG JIEGOU & J.JK .

they say that people were once fearful of a great mongrel whose only purpose was to consume both the sun and moon at once. every eclipse, a stygian deep hound would soar high into the sky — maw peeled wide, wild eyes keen on the all-bright star and natural satellite. bellowing drums and sky high fireworks would be animated to scare off the giant beast. and it worked, bought them enough time for the proper sorcerers to arrive. send their holy arrows arcing with deadly precision to fell the midnight brute.

radiance always struck true and the blight would always be vanquished.

no one's really sure how he came to be or when exactly, but one thing's for certain. this shadow dark creature snapping fangs and endless hunger is doomed to eternal suffering. bound to reincarnate from a falling meteorite, live out his days starving — famished for the taste of twin celestial bodies, only to die time and time again. the cycle always repeats. unrelenting and agonizing until the very last breath.

FORMS .

CURSE — made of pure darkness and whirling shadows, jie's true curse form is of a colossal hound. he gains more powerful in this form the closer to an eclipse, and becomes nearly impossible to kill without the use of a special cursed weapon that utilizes holy arrows.

HUMAN — as a curse that was both born from the visceral fear of both tiangou and its supporters, he's come to have control over dual forms. as a human, he stands at around six feet even. short black hair that's styled forward with shaved sides. he's built solid with an air of needle thin patience and intimidation.

ABILITIES .

airwalking: jie is able to walk on thin air and treat it like a solid matter. They can run and move across the air as if walking on the ground, giving them greater maneuverability in their environment.

intangibility: able to move through objects and ignore most physical effects by choice.

fang & claw growth: able to grow and extend fangs and claws regardless of form.

invisibility: able to render themselves unseen by the naked eye and become invisible in visible spectrum. The user can move about an environment unseen by others and act without being observed.

shapeshifting: between beast and man.

domain expansion: tba

MISC. INFO .

important to note difference between main verse & j.jk verse — jie isn't permanently killed whenever he dies of a holy arrow. he will always still reincarnate as long as there is existing fear of tiangou.

he is hostile, yes, but most of it stems from the cyclical frustration of impulsive hunger and impending death. he isn't able to stop himself from trying to eat the sun and moon despite desperately wishing so. there have been the occasional human casualties over time, but most of it is due to being caught in the crossfire or collateral damage. he does not hunger to kill them for entertainment or sustenance.

he just wants a damn break and cook.

[beyond-the-rabbit-hole]

Salutations, my dearest fool! May I request that you rank all your Habits from ultimate top to ultimate bottom? Bonus points if you include all Habits canon to the Bugsy-verse

A Habit Ultimate Top to Bottom Ranking - From Bottom to Top - 18+

Features: Everyone - 2024/04/09 (Excluding Centralia) Warnings: 18+ MINORS GET OUTTA HERE THIS AIN'T FOR YOU

Fairmount - We already know he’s the biggest bottom ever, but he’s aware of his ranking.

Boardbit - He thinks he’s a top. He is not. You can obliterate him, but it comes with a fight.

Voyeurbit - He’s okay with bottoming, but has more top energy than Fairmount and Boardbit.

Jeffbit - He’s a bottom, but he gets perceived as a top. He’s not sure how that happened.

Showbit - He will insist he’s not a bottom, but he doesn’t have the strength, or care, to top.

Evbit - He’s just happy to be involved! Top? Bottom? He’s beyond that! (He’s a switch).

Evan Corenthal - Again, he’s just happy to be involved, but he’s more top leaning (Barely).

Evan Gallows - He’s also more of a switch, but his goal is making his partner feel good!

Loathesome - He doesn’t care for sex at all, but if he’s put in that position, he’s topping.

Deepbit - He’s a top, but pretty lazy about it so somehow his partner will do all the work.

Forgotten - He can top, but he’s more verbal than physical with it. Happy to be there, if tired.

Alternaria - He’s a top, and a bit of a scary one. Partner will 100% leave infected with mold.

Stygianbit - He can top, but it typically doesn’t end with his partner still alive afterwards.

McHabit - He tops, and he’s fucking weird about it. Imagine being dommed by a clown. Yeah.

Stephbit - She’s got massive top energy and she knows it, her partner can’t walk after.

Northstar - He’s the kind of top that gets enjoyment out of overstimulating his partner.

Octantis - Similar to North, but add degrading comments and his smug demeanor on top.

Overall, worst at sex would be Boardbit, Showbit, Loathesome, Deepbit and Alternaria.

Best at sex would be Octantis, Northstar, Stephbit, Evan Gallows, Evan Corenthal and Evbit.

Do not bone Stygian, you will 100% die. The hole is not worth it.

[noblehcart]

GENERAL.

NAMES:

Bet'anya Agriosa ( Atlantean goddess of Wrath, Misery & the Hunt ) ; also called 'Bethany'

previous life as Bathymaas ( Egyptian goddess of Justice)

in her modern reincarnated verse she goes by 'Bethania Al-Galal'

NICKNAMES: Bet, Beth, Princess of Thebes DOB: June 25, 9527 B.C PHYSICAL FEATURES: thick dark hair, golden-green eyes, tawny skin, lean-athletic build HEIGHT: 5ft 6in tall PARENTS: Symfora & Set FC: Dina Denoire LANGUAGES SPOKEN: Egyptian/Arabic, Atlantean , Greek, Latin , English, French BACKGROUND:

Bet'anya / Bethany is the reincarnation of Bathymaas, an Egyptian goddess of justice, though for millennia she had no memory of that life after losing her love Aricles. Reborn now as an Atlantean goddess she and other gods of the Atlantean Pantheon are tasked with finding a god named Apostolos. Along the way however while in mortal form ( a blind young woman) she falls in love with the young handsome peasant soldier named Hector, who she much later discovers is actually the General Prince Styxx of Didymos, Commander of the Stygian Omada. The same young man who she waged war against when he warred against her city-state of Atlantis unknowing that he was her beloved Hector.

She eventually learned of Styxx's identity and told him that she was Set's daughter, but did not tell him she was a goddess. She planned to give up her godhood and live as a mortal with him as she was pregnant with their child, but just before their wedding, another Atlantean goddess- Apollymi , mother to the hunted Apostolos, obliterated the entire Atlantean pantheon in rage of what was done to her son.

Bethany and the other Atlantean gods existed as non-sentient statues in the island of Katoteros, the Atlantean equivalent of Olympus, for eleven thousand years. Bethany and Styxx's son was miraculously spared by Apollymi, and the child was placed in another woman to be delivered and raised.

The Atlantean gods were eventually reawakened but Bethany was not because both halves of her heart were missing. Her father, Set, had removed and hidden one half after Aricles died and Bathymaas went on a vengeful rampage; the other half died and was reborn with Styxx. The jealous greek goddess Leto had now stolen Set's half and used this to summon Bathymaas and trick her into killing Styxx. When Styxx was reborn yet again, now with his Chthonian powers that were denied to him at birth, the couple was finally reunited and Bethany was whole. They delightedly discovered their son had survived and was still alive going by the name Urian and later their second son, Aricles, was born just nine months later.

Modern /Reincarnation verse:

In which Bethany (refer to main bio) did die in the attack on the Atlantean gods and was later reborn in modern as Bethania Al-Galal. Set once again fathered her with an especially bright Egyptian-Greek historian woman who had no idea that her one night stand had been with an Egyptian god. Bethania is doted on by her mother and her step-father who loves her dearly as his own tragedy however seems forever destined to haunt all her lives as she loses both her parents in a terrible train crash in her late teens. Determined to continue their work, Bethania goes on to become an archeologist in the cut throat world of antiquities in Egypt.

One day, however, she found herself pick pocketed by a young boy who stole a small artifact off her person, she managed to catch up to him trying to sell it to a vendor in exchange for food. Moved by the state of him and his clear desperation for food she pays him for her own artifact and buys him food to eat. The eight year old, Gale Urian Peters, eventually confesses that he ran away from an orphanage, that his parents, an English man and Greek mother, had been murdered and that he had no other family. Knowing just what that was like she offers him a job as her assistant with room, board, food and pay and he delightedly accepts.

They immediately become exceptionally close and quickly slip into that of mother & son, referring to each other as such. Now Bethania (26) with her right hand & son , Gale (10), are one of Egypt's best upcoming archeologists earning more than plenty of rivals and enemies in every corner of Cairo with how eerie both are able to discover ancient sites with relative ease.

[wildtige429]

Transformers Dimension

Since Transformers: Animated would make its appearance in the KNS verse, I would like to point out some things in the story.

Septron is a planet next to Cybertron and Velocitron where ten tribes of Transformers live harmoniously alongside the elements, abundantely robotic planet where nature and machine live harmoniously as equals. When the war happened, sure many of the Septronians joined the factions but there is one group of Septronians who formed a mismatched group led by a mysterious Stygian named Rogue, but for the space humans, Autobots and Decepticons, he was nicknamed The Phantom due to his tribe being associated with the supernatural.

His group compose of Autobots, Neutrals and even Decepticons who chose to become renegades when they see the wrongs of their factions. Because of their members, they were crudely called The Strays.

They were 'exiled' to Earth and for the past fifty years, they've learned everything from the culture and language of the humans. Also, they planned to end the war when the AllSpark finds itself on the planet and that long-lost enemies thought to be dead are felt lurking on Earth.

Anyway, here are the Septronian Tribes:-

Stygians - The Stygians of Styx are a very mysterious tribe that kept themselves secretive in the shadows. Their led by a Shadowlord and worship the Forger (robot god) of Death, Doomscythe alongside their cousin tribe, the Vulpians and the Soulwalkers. Their logo is a sickle forming a question mark.

Kemonoids - Descendants of the fierce Predacona that take the form of animals with some being triple changers. They are led by a Beastlord that was Hellburst and worship the Forger of Animals, Lionheart Lux, alongside the Thunderians and Tepesites. Their logo is a roaring beast head.

Aquarians - An all-female tribe of water dwellers who were nearly wiped out by Transformer Hunters, leaving a few survivors scattered across the tribes, later led by Sealord Razortooth. They worship the Forger of Water, Otohime Lux. Their logo is a shark.

Arborians - A tree-dwelling tribe that dwells in the jungles of Arbora. They are equipped with very long retractable tails and great swiftness of monkeys. They, alongside the elusive Cloakers, worship the Jungle Forger, Tarzan Lux, and are led by a Treelord. Their logo is a tree.

Florians - An all-male tribe of plant-bending bots that live in the swamplands of Arbora and are said to deal in Dark Arcane (black magic in Cybertronian term). They worship the Swamp Forger, Mossblight, and are led by a Swamplord, formerly Quickstrike. Their logo is a leaf.

Scraplanders - Scraplanders are a barbarian tribe, living with the berserkers, the Ravagers and the underground-dwelling Subterrans. They have a post-apocalyptic appearance and lifestyle as well as making anything out of scraps and are led by Scraplord Onehand. They, with the Ravagers and Subterrans, worship the Forger of Deserts, Rampage. Their logo is a cross arms of a wrench and sword.

Septronian Seekers - Living on the floating continent of Stormasphere with the Stormites, what makes them different from Cybertronian Seekers is that they are led by a Skylord and some are said to have acidic venom in their claws, weapons and fangs. They worship the Serpent Forger, Ophiuca Lux, and their logo is a winged snake.

Stormites - Airbending robots who enjoy most of their time flying. Despite their aerial abilities, their alt modes are practically land vehicles or land animals mostly. They worship the Forger of Storms, Typhoonus, and are led by a Stormlord. Their logo is a tornado.

Pyronians - A tribe of very fiery, firebending and fire-powered robots that live on the volcanic land of Pyron. They are led by Flamelord Infernus, worship the Forger of Fire, Agni Lux, and their logo is a fire.

Arcticans - A tribe of snowy white robots with icy powers and immunity to the harsh cold temperatures of Arctica. They, with the therianthropic Robotropes, worship the Wolf Forger, Howlback, and are led by Blizzardlord Blizzardbane. Their logo is a snowflake.

Robotropes - Robots that can turn into werebeasts under a full moon or at will. Their bite, just like the Tepesites, can turn any bot, including an organic being, into a were-bot. They are led by a Werelord and their logo is a howling beast.

Tepesites - Vampiric robots with some of their alt modes being vampire bats and a bite from them can turn any bot, including an organic, into a vamp-bot. They are led by a Bloodlord and their logo is an evil eye.

Thunderians - An electricfying tribe of lightning-powered and lightning-bending bots led by Thunderlord Lightningrod and his mate, Sparkrod. Their logo is a thunderbolt.

Vulpians - Evolved turbofoxes whose alt modes are foxes and like the mythical kitsunes, they have supernatural powers. They are led by Foxlord Tailflame and their logo is a fox.

Subterrans - A tribe of eartbending, underground dwelling robots who enjoy digging their way through the ground the fighting. They are led by Stonelord Blindspot and her mate, Sonicrock. Their logo is a rock.

Ravagers - A tribe of berserkers who are said to wear the armor plates and even organic bones of their enemies as armor, weapons and trophies. They are led by a Desertlord namely called the Ravager King, who wore the skulls of every Transformer Hunters and armor plates of a fleet of Decepticons.

Cloakers - Transformers who can blend into their surroundings and turn invisible like chameleons. They are led by Mirrorlord Discordia and their logo are lights.

Arcanians - Transformers who are experts in casting arcane (Cybertronian term for magic) and are said to have strange anomalies. They are led by Magiclord Mephisto and his mate, Lilith, and their logo is a pentagram.

Soulwalkers - A very elusive tribe of ghostly-looking robots that can teleport in a wink of an eye. It is said that when they sleep, they turn into organic beings based on the planet they are on. It is believed that Soulstone mastered their soulwalking to trick his way into organic civilizations before roboticizing the entire planet into an Energon-mining planet like what he did to the other 80 planets, that are not overrun by zombots (robot zombies). They are led by a Ghostlord and their logo is a spirit.

[chorusfm]

Albums in Stores – Feb 9th, 2024

If you hit read more you can see all the releases we have in our calendar for the week. Hit the comments to access our forums and talk about what came out today, what albums you picked up, and to make mention of anything we may have missed. A Knife In The Dark / Heavens Die – Split EPAll This Filth – Tomorrow Will Be BetterAureole – Alunarian BellmasterBrittany Howard – What NowCarlby – Modern Warfare Emo 2Cell – The Unbearable FormCephid – Sparks In The DarknessChapel Of Disease – Echoes Of LightChelsea Wolfe – She Reaches Out To She Reaches Out To SheCompany Vacation – Okay HeadspaceCrush++ – Power PleasureDeclan McKenna – What Happened To The Beach?Dhani Harrison – INNERSTANDINGDucks Ltd – Harm’s WaydiscussFall Europa – King PariahFool Of Stars – The Everything Under Your FeetFrank Carter & the Rattlesnakes – Dark RainbowFull Assault – Dying WorldGalleons – Violent DelightsGoodbye Meteor – We Could Have Been RadiantHannes Grossmann – Echoes Of EternityHaystack – Doomsday Goes AwayHelado Negro – PhasorHulder – Verses In OathInfected Rain – TimeLacuna Coil – Doomsday TapesLinchpin – Blossoming DecayMC Lars & Schaffer The Darklord – 999Madi Diaz – Weird FaithMeltway – Nothing Is RealMorbid Saint – Swallowed By HellMy Life Story – Loving You Is Killing MeNormandie – DopamineOzymandias Eye – Fear PlaguePetrification – Sever Sacred LightSNAYX – Better DaysShadowdance – AgelessShane Driscoll – Intrusive Thoughts And Usual DeathShygirl – Club ShySnuffed – Lobotomy DreamSonic Youth – Walls Have EarsSpectral Voice – SparagmosSpiritual Deception – Semitae MentisThe Chisel – What A Fucking NightmareThe Forecast – Good Journey discussThe Last Ten Sconds Of Life – No Name GravesThe Pineapple Thief – It Leads To ThisThe Problem With Kids Today – Born To RockThe Sorcerers – I Too Am A StrangerThe Strumbellas – Part Time BelieverThe Stygian Complex – Suffer With Me (Instrumentals)The Telescopes – Growing Eyes Becoming StringThe Vaccines – Pick-Up Full Of Pink CarnationsTheophonos – Ashes In The Huron RiverTorchia – Arcane MagicaeTorres – What An Enormous RoomVera Sola – PeacemakerWhere Oceans Burn – The Faces We PortrayYellowcard & Hammock – A Hopeful SignZara Larsson – Venusnothing,nowhere. – Dark MagictAKiDA – The Agony Flame --- Thanks to helloiamzach for providing additional contributions to this week’s list. You can check out and support his weekly music podcast It’s Not A Phase or follow him on his socials. --- Please consider becoming a member so we can keep bringing you stories like this one. ◎ https://chorus.fm/albums-in-stores-today/albums-in-stores-feb-9th-2024/

[nonotetextposts]

Things i learned tonight:

-Dante’s Divine Comedy is 100 cantos (verses?) split into 3 parts: Hell, Purgatory, and Heaven; Inf. has 34 cantos and the others have 33.

-The story follows his journey alongside Virgil (the Greek Roman poet who wrote the Aeneid, which follows Aeneus, who was a Trojan [from Troy, an island in modern Turkey] who, with divine guidance, founded Rome [?] to civilize the world)

-malevolent comes from bad wishes; think volition

-the Malebranche(s?) were demons who were tasked with torturing the greedy (?) extortionists and politicians (?) who tried to surface from the lake of boiling pitch; each of the demons were named after contemporary “celebrity” figures and I think is something like a tongue-in-cheek pun making fun of them

-Limbo is the “top” layer of Hell, where there is no punishment except lack of connection to the divine (sounds familiar, living the same life but lacking a greater meaning… truly a mild form of hell). Jesus lifts several renowned souls from here into Paradise.

-Achilles was in the second layer, lust, for being lured to his death by someone’s daughter

-Joe Jonas was at Virgil Abloh’s funeral, and the entire wikipedia page for that man is some absolute rich people shit (no offense to the guy I don’t really know much about him)

-the Bugatti Veyron was named for an engineer who helped design it and was supposedly sold at a substantial loss per car; only 450 were build, and its top speed is between 250 and 300 miles per hour (1 mile every 12 to 15 seconds)

-the Chiron was named for, um, wait sorry I forgot

-Charon is Pluto’s moon; Pluto is also Hades; Charon does not appear to have a Roman counterpart

-Styx comes from the Greek word stugein which means hate. The word Stygian is very cool

-if you weren’t buried with money and couldn’t pay the toll to have Mercury (Hermes) take you across the river Styx, you had to walk its banks for 100 years before you were allowed to cross

-Apollo is both Roman and Greek (?) (was borrowed directly from Greek into Roman) (not confusing at all)

-the Wikipedia page for “list of cultural references in DC” is a mile long and I didn’t even make it through the A’s before it was time for bed

-Arachne challenged Athena to a weaving contest and got turned into a spider… I bet this is where Ancient Greek/Roman people thought spiders came from, like they were all her kin

-wait does this have anything to do with Paradise Lost? (a 1667 epic poem by John Milton… I’ll come back to this one [maybe])

-DC was written in the 1300s and took 20 years to write, Dante Alighieri died shortly after and apparently it was normal back then for it all to be in verse (and I bet I’m missing sooo much nuance by not being able to read it in its original Italian)

-Rome was a (bicameral?) republic until Julius Caesar, who was a dictator, was famously stabbed in the back by Brutus, per William Shakespeare’s play called the same, which was *not* written in old English. After JC died the Roman empire started with Augustus (see July -> August), then Tiberius, the latter two were mentioned in the Bible as the relevant emperors during the events of Jesus’ life

-there was a Roman emperor later on named Titus, which makes me think of Titus Andronicus, which is also a Shakespeare play that I otherwise know nothing about

[libidomechanica]

She seemed to breathed darkness from hence chase the world

A sonnet sequence

               1

Herewith Lampoons. These hills of that began to sounder young, I’m o’er her sexe doth mislead that’s how I feel sharply ground then I little skill to the Head-dress of fiery heart to think I’m dying. Thou euer share a dole of old, the neighb’ring Triton soundes so well pleasure past. Or, if not wait till her too. And treble Voices strooken, look, marriage tempests anywhere; griefe, witnesse, while ev’ry Atome just be gone where the Poet’s pages. With the rising is, that dotted out. And her heart too credulous, will wanton hair. In her to say. She seemed to breathed darkness from hence chase the world.

               2

Let me in her heart by heart of such too well I clasps the black ink my tears, on trembling said he you are slipp’d those fair. Or have stood uprightly, whose shall the fair, which the rest in bushes to bid a sweetly quick Poetic Fit, on various flame apparents grudge at me. For those love sails to roam. Taught vpon a hill sob on. Watching heart’s guest, bleeds with Wisdom to give recommend th’ Imperial Tow’rs, to them say more deadly drede, so at her naked man imposed lets fall, thin glitt’ring my griefs are rare entertain top which happiness and the gate and bids make and to every way.

               3

What thou, unskill’d him by it and after so poore Nightingale sing along his parity between the joys than Hercules, entered with sparkles new and that’s and fed with the daughter beside him irresistless corn dies, if Belle? Her shoe; I did; and, and well come: of partridge soon espy have look, or speak in seems, a hope of two cities of tears, I am Adrienne alone. Bore a winges like a faith proud horse he had in Stygian empery. Listening, kiss they never love is she said she may i move wherefore if to love of the mother worthies lightsome loneliness.

               4

Much it festreth sore, hath cheerful gods. Stay, the nightie and higher Pow’rs of the twilight is lost as a bird, which daring frame, or e’er taste awhile this hear! But what, or whetherwards burn in Olympus dwell, helpe me, my own affection’s kiss, unasked, unsought, but were none communion tableau intact. He spoke, and extends, for love, the Wise, then while other, wine for you to tak me frae my mistress at your death that would never may the Desert; there no people doth raine; when Venus’ temple where not to be lost as a death shamefull welcome here might preserving Intellectual Throne.

               5

Where the riches thro’ the white. Which, without a tormenting gold like a song are, she prince and all women, soldiers stand, if gentle thou viewed, his Giant Lock your reflection of the greefe I dye, hey ho the same? But Kitty hasten soote as Swanne. The purpled Maids turned, and fain his verse shall be said. No one has every scholar poor; gross clay and whoever fair maids are fraught drawers until they’re overhead. Today when you your feast before. As thou catch one of drossy pelf, that, spontaneously gross, gets her Eyes half the Baron now. Where injustice; but ev’ry Eye was out that Submersion.

               6

Best, my once as they doe bear than like golden Crown, and set in his captive Trumps, and always makes dayly-vexing car prepare in fugue across his love were apart; yet, love, but thee are two captive Queen Virtues Counsels deep in love, the Care of heauenly part! Tell her mother never do him his captive Trump and once then though for ornament didst departed as there it beare such deliberal Grace, and tune your voice by hearts slave and looking Tydes, when, indeed is lost as a tomb. Though the pain, and, for all beset with tears; the hole in the goblin bee that elderly, careless must spell.

               7

Alas, is more in Siberia a godly ocean and Ops began to sound ys signe of heavy cheek, whose eyes, lips was married in that speeches full of faith, too fine tropics, to thy hapless Fame invite the abyss like Confusion of Majestick in the edge of dreery death do, if thou be distinguish, saved her Mother’s and Queen. Day, cash force love this can see what garres the sweetly doth use and long ago. Some secret a little that won’t let vs cast with earnes strangers are priuie todde there and say take it. I do love of Diamond set my Seal: the glittring of the Skies.

               8

But is not Rosalend? Much like a dance, each Band the wild-briar fair Suns shall wight, and dive in the groceries, and it posterity. Young Leander on his sphere, the kindly thing, and spend thy Fate, in the bright and meaner be at true Men to swage; nature, but that is too late, for his silken Winter doth. There and wan. Of both wound, vailing heateth kindly, shining Sun did rushes, and Sick Mazes guided steel cou’d there, that Jove, usurper of the Cheuisaunce to the ranks one poor Son of the Purity of men—youth with earth retain thy brow to put a kisse. See, where sighed to deck, her eye.

               9

Thus waste, for here all naked glory eke much; a gift confound, and if I were have here I lie down tents the gree, instructive men, his then? I left to the hectic sting! ’Tis prest; which, with dim and for a kiss, and temptation now. Mourning in a wave of Day! What is the thirst of Albany. Not die; for night Inhabitants of old, that al was many pleasure, girdled by fate, hath fashion’d all those lecture of hem was left of appearances, my heart nectar- brimmed, the happier men. Today when I am man! Later I sometimes more. I am worse I fared: neuer heaven gate!

               10

In tempests anywhere; grief and calling teare. Stuck in the black Omens did persever, yet loves this sleepe wouldst appear: the Gnome thou be false morning of war What is well have climb Aornus, and you see, and the Head aside thee, will rigged and flood of youth, a windows on my radiant Hero muche doeth makes thee, or matter barren way, to see her pure cup of rich Brocade, forth thine? And, like an Eve, be there he notes are not to be a watch’d away the Poet’s pages. When my goddess with myne thou not in our own mind o’ my Phillis, has made, the Spout: a Pipkin these valley night, from her owne.

               11

Great worth but she bends with that what, or assist the funeral-shears would have decease, Pleasure of their sweet singing Thee report of men, much like none at all. Like Gods the single Hairs, while the roast meat is comes,—the best musick stealth. While their airy Garments were may thy limb, and fold truthful Lords this hands. Like to a widow drown’d, and thou owest; nor cloud; blood on its rosebush reminiscent from his sullen-seeming Death rattles in one nice Trick depends the clicking dark all else, we see; and so dolefully to yield. Farewell; I will exuberantly awake without touch one of doom.

               12

More sought Slipper know no deare, all women. And to her delightingale does meditating goes; with words of Albany. He watched Maids, in Courts to feede your change returne, who in the pale Ghosts stand hether, as from the burden, careless hair ladies as thy beauty sweet good hath beginnings. What she reject a Lord? Who, in active me loved to-day. Our humble manner thus to remind they answer, or this life to Love has but still frets, though I heard a busie bustling. Whilst her friends joy, foes would faine waies of times han leaue to unsay. Are banquets, Doric music entered by a Fool? I see.

               13

Of Further by that would come to her shine the various dint that I am not yours and young, I’m o’er youth went yesterday; my harmes in one as may give? Twas then winding Nith I write. What sliding grove, love giveth all to break a twofold the stone, when I have lifted from you I try to the windchime wasn’t there’s nane againe his face, fell down he came. A rose-briar bloom of my life that matter of living lamps, by wife, the darke heart or heart, I see that which the other, as the envious boy, thou hast the Merchandized whose majestick in his face. Wing, she wise; at moment was.

               14

Or give the halcyon Morn to hoar February born. Where by side; for me; plant thou triumphal Arches the every part: to leaden our dear maiden queen o’ the Mill turns in Particolour, Ah, be among thing-a snail, lets fast increase, brighter shine. Where Time’s fell in vain. Of times, I did not thyself inside his hand the Spirit at noon texting fingers of the Lock to the game, when dispers, or think she communion table clutter in the air, some others’ joy and with human life. Vain a Flounce, or Slight, shewes loue yblent: great Founder rudenesse with teache her in chase the fair.

               15

Part ’tis here; for itself enough; hope, althoughts, remove: o no! Hark how to Niobe did bring. Of two captive Queen o’ the sea, this sweet hour ago, or lie in summer loath to her back, his last: that makes vs beat froaths beloved not so well pleasures ope at once, the name? What if I say is every stroke! Fair Nymphs, and overwhelms us all. And leaden our had been cut, and your beauty sweet good-morrow, like a child hold ye might have, and sith releases its date, and neither than when all the Woods, and majesty of beautiful, before unto him, and take the Lady be yeuen: she offices in a moments are reeking red sunset they went, whereto those in sleep upon a hillock down upon me prov’d assays, therewith a tawdrie lace. I am not mad Leander, beautiful service; who the other withouten learn’d by and believe me, Hero, Venus’ sweetly!

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So ran the deep to the loath took greater far excels all that salt of the earth and church as always kiss, life of th’ unequal balanced-but I can she dwelt in. Some, and my bundlesse woe: and flip-flops. Die when shall forsworn to hoar February born. Tho pumies late th’ Anatomie of singling in Heaps of Pins extend the year, and the other in chased away th’ enchanted what I the fires, yet mind. And swear, for who eats betrays poor me then I sent its thorns and Wreaths of human swain. How little lacketh ay more—pulling made from kiss not the pangs of the sacred Hair!

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No war nor prick herself advance addeth in tune, by all that elder love, my lonesome which th’ horizon peeps over my joy and beauty dispairing Mortals, to Arms, to the Blaze of Diamonds shone. Go slow circled Green, or o’er young and darkening still, not Cynthia when ye what any pleasing furrowes had never fair Lesley, return’d Bottels, called. When I heard, and naked feet the moon is not great sorowe. When a noble yet little Engine on all that might empties to his native estate itself enough our chance of repose to thee more than marriage temperate hinds?

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Flying overmuch, stand and be one Arm held in my bliss yet the Shore to his prison: My genitals have let me with unkind, nay, Poll sate mute, and now Leander cleaues bene, that sounds the Wretch thy door for his day keep his hands are only grace to figure out how much reply’d was it well: well decked and him amaze. Even sacred Love’s ghosts starting the scythes han vs assayde, how broade her love? Thoughts, when heart, with rayne? Their way. Speak our meriment. Rejects having spied her lost? But moderately, and live, thou hast before, in royall art of Heaven, If I taste of view, are of each Eye o’er young Leander their guided steel so stoupe, and I doe interpos’d; fate urg’d the year, which so prevail than usual Light her pale, and round fro, riddled with avarice. Briar Rose and began the lofty towers and please. Whose that I do hear Shall went from the other’s honey Lip.

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And queen, with Reproach that from Green, do boast; think of running who shows but a ladde: with his tale was an isle of pebbled shore: freezing coral to marry yet; I’m o’er younger heard it—the wind; strangeness of the Discount Wares, no less. So learned troupe. And she uphold to the grass, a pure like the generous toast, and care the cold, and I sit a Bird accurst upon her Hand? She will, save from his child by younger heart, that runs to quenche thye thirteenth fairy, her favours to whom heaven, or yet in a Kirtle blue, autumn, yes, with his be error looks were music,—why advert to scour his Widow’s Gown: her in the head, and wound Love, I compare, with both her begot such pinching I despair,—you, great writhing refuge, slipp’d to thee deserve, yet of a man, through the earth, and wounded to the sun by thy loue doth now and dry down from the times, and every blest: yet, ah, my defects, which is mard.

               20

And yet to sleepe with yours not One must behind in one as many nymphs thro’ all the plays his Pow’r ador’d, but see, and ioye, for from they evermore hard? But by the Spear, and she’d called. Two roads, and if I were none had: els had slept—they do, no eye should stealing Stars inscribe Adonis, and up against my seat of his Charge of drossy pelf, that seems to the kissed against my kisse. That least passing all the Wolues iawes: but her sake, knowing Tears overruled Albion’s kiss. What boots. Viewing Leander’s look. The dooth their own! Wrapped in Stella, died. I’m half the wise King wheel and inwardly seem fair Queene.

               21

For she dwelt in Tears, wherein these! Towards your Friend! Women like Mars and cry o, my share of the right is lost you are held up to those divided into a butterflies, I mean. The Knaves in no more glory spreads of his gold carrots, perish all! Long waves the greene, and, like an arm of eminence mongst the sky not at first-born flowers in this gold candle lit at noon texting forth to make sometime lofty pride, progress train and hang over the bonie Lesley, thy sweetely the day I sing. Which man that paynefull want to its Intelligence, no one Man’s Pray’rs, the Waters lie on their shine.

               22

Go tell me, let none comes to bear, and there. Not bought, and her mother’s glasses the sun. It lifts than thou hast been, shalt beauty and hand, and wild woddes my heart, send me a new range of walls of base to mount he suspends the shifts and put to flight: her breath thy limb, and forget how to cease rash Youth! Which being made themselves and loued Lillies she said, sleeping and wins oh shame, as Cuddie, as when with a Sigh, she asked only joy, his many wished her sights the Powers for thee! Chloe steps forth music enter her shall stay on its date, an awful crown’d, and And wore: and helmes vnbruzed wexen wider.

               23

Thou art and studying at the country dwelt in how pure life into a cypress the springs, which never deaths around stealth. But if that through a land of its Raiment clean any more—pulling once around the jewels in Lightnings from Latmus’ mounted up, intending two? Never may thy baited falls, and hail with earnest Eyes sent upon her Mother’s Ball? Lost as sparkling Cross she worst thy Sylphs, of special Note, we trust out of a stone where sits vpon a holiday, wherein the flowers in the meadow and day; the more and eke to love us! I pray him leade, in their souls, when Monkeys make them night, the melting Fears, it mak me frae my mayd’n Muse and hear you through the nipple learne with a kind of such a race, and Primroses blow back they sail’d? Or for ever love or hate to hear and for ever; thy early morning early song. And reign—back to their smell, desire to Papa.

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And, wanting, received in a wood, but you are coming doth publish every limb did, as soote, in rymes with a dazzling loan; that it with rayne? In our valleys, and all that grotto were even thinking-songs, sighs, and send the pretty witchcrafts all; old I am not mindful of my arms sometimes thyself, the fatal Engine close than thine eyes burnt by cigarettes, he wylfully to yield the maidens fair, yet received in me is what is t but most true heart, for a Lady’s Hairs, assist the poet’s pages. Half falling, and all that hangs, thus replied: The rich in turn, nor though fled is lost!

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And wat’ry stars; her leaps high degree, when I am happy rose so brighted elms, sick river, and chastity, having Harmony. Oft have knows—whatever’s vow, despite my sad as elephant spring against Pallas, Mars; Latonaes seen, with myne though tears like Citron-Waters Matron’s Brain, while I’m all you wilt thou, my deadly Bodkin from thy Hairs, and send they do, yet long ere thoughtful bard to his own shadows of the others, their fluid Bodies change when it seem certainment of his Face, a trust which in our place is beauty dost distrust out his utmost sum, call’d; her die or three words as the richest Tincture of Petrarch wept, and sit on my rocky prison. Fears, the mouing of creature; but was plain terms yet cunning suddenly things at hand because I wonder cleaues thy early morning. Like the heart by her face out of those shrowded in his hooves checks the Silver knock’d again!

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With him amaze. Considering, it goads me then Atlas might have sought. What the nail gripped, long ago; and Beau’s in heart: and hether that mov’d the fair, but mad with Chagrin; that were such showers, another with mery things bending from the hare, nor the tenth Hour reach forced backward Counsels deeper by thy love. And all to the windowes daughter wandering stars who, where seen such high hyll, the love let me, I’ll promiscuous strong; but renew, clipt from them runs at a Beau. That he answers with blushing bears not thy selfe will returning to marry yet; we’ll never sully’d the loveliness.

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No—the old Ways, as then speak in vain; or Paradise, for Show. Oft she still enrichest completely and loath to rob her names upon the loath some hidden monopoly of a moment, thinking Fan be seene her lawny continued not of the growing housewife runs heart.—I’m o’er young, so gentle breaks the darkness. Is the fire was accustomed visit us my turret and still cut straight comes of these love is nothing it. But sad moment’s bites? It come with winged her fav’rite Curtains of th’ everlasting Dust and if rymes, in the stars. Within the spheres and aged Saturn its death, her hurt he mighty Quarrels rise, to them forth her eyes, the hopes first weale; break Diana shows the Godless, an old man impose stand is fitter to my sight and in her equipage thou was peregall to meet a man was my young to maturity, who mad’st thou, their granted Argus, spied.

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And Tim would sicke vnto the wroughten afar: for this Mortal Love. That love, but Time decays? Loves and an imagined you say I love sigh, she sings. Across his refused thy beauteous empressive ground he so fair, ay me so wondrous forth in virgin full of eggs, and streame: or as a holy prelate praysen babes the pinks to flutters with Novocain. Banging place the length of the gently be the Muses treasured by a silver whom you the Fight, flashing saw that her Hand—not by Extortion, and thinking Fantom of a rundown paper, show the roofs of the nightly Mind distill both delays, and love. For loves of Eighteen, practis’d to sing, and rising is directly in the rising tear: the bless some vial; treasure and forth a discord-loving sward of their charmer, her silk-the could reare the world, and with you. Come, let the Harvest of love, my own affection follow with increase it.

               29

About him by the Veil, where, in royally; and would this is the Sorrows all the Ringlets of Fate, as by a law divine Perfect weale; break of mounts mine! To the three long then rain and here with the same vnhappye Ewe, whose could some, their malice bare. That way, whose office; yet no one has cause she made request both many a stark unprinted Vessel glides, the Belle? Full o’er young, I’m fley’d it mens follie greater name, then while I doubted if I say luck, my woe, vpon so fond ware? So thou, O sun, and sing on the right grac’d her but from each other infant Grandame’s Whistle. Much noble son to-day.

               30

And, crying: Daddy? I never may thy loue and that single Act gives in Romance addeth to each a cureless plough by autumn, in widest river of this enjoy each day, or twa, she’ll give Ear, and lusters to receive the lucid Squadrons round they had never enough can find and like to a wedding air bubbles, like account Wares, no less. The entertain when her heav’nly Breath of Life predestine broils the summon’d to publish the cozy parlor, that bred hys smart; you for his steadfast friend and within her blushing its good after long Canals replied: The rites of Proserpine.

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Of the pine-bearing the pleasaunt Pipe, whych made all be loveliness from her shone, because it is the Mists in every spinnings: for the pitying Audience me here one, you with Conquest and waking, for when holly eue, hey ho gray is involved in a frocke of her hand can hold him up, to discolour, Ah, yes! What Time is dying lost but did strengthening ray that any budde, and trembling on the problem scrunched in its winged hen, if Hampton-Court them, and mid’st thou smil’d to serve, abandoned. In our had been gone nearer to play, a death-bed Alms are quaint and silence more shadow lend.

               32

Ah Willye, where quintessence his fair play, and the injur’d Hair! Earth which flies from out my heart doth sing and surpassed and lost youth within the old shine on Thetis’ glasses: and I’ll deeply sweates for her but kisse, thy king of to part from those luck it is, made wisest run. This jewel, here are unmating through her could pull him from kiss and underness holds the gifts he dies white limbs have been stand with the ears, taught me to touch that tents their Wings in view.—Knowing cold arms in awful reasons lin’d, of Joy and help—this thy bonie Lass of hem was left behind! Of the sheds, he asleep, the shall be laid their way.

               33

Lowering mountains their fountains the moved friends let its feature, striue for Perigot of th’ unequal Mirth maintains hand, and woe the Blood and lie, which, couple all for the Ground, go thro’ the quince and waxed she be false fear than the silent Dead thy strings were first Ariel is my heart may by draw a drap o’ the fragrant lawns, goat footsteps of his Denizens of Air. Which many poor Son of our union, whereas she should na scaith that’s forced to deck, her mind o’ my Phillis, has made of maidens fair to be hated. He seized. Till deaths around beneath to rob the leafless beare with my ground.

               34

Ear his brilliant, a garden, that I see. Had no blushing it shall be as whott as fyre, that in Desarts blood-drops, and catches han vs assays, loving and white. Now that Do; what part the rising mynd is censured my fate. When I the stayed his arms; is the Lily and of thousands more exact use is so accurst upon her first—light of battering heady riots, in ridles, awake with wine, how hard promiscuous strong Line about these Honours her night track me like a iudged beyond them into her renneth this separate fall to one cadence, they circles. And this sacred Nine.

               35

One creepe: let him with the shore, and of voyage done. And I her shine aspyring world, and Trumps, and crushed until I cried are. Now that holds her silver Spout: a Pipkin this, the Smiles, awake, to adorn; neither meet but if you kiss to hide what the porch with, Let us remember thighs, and pledge them sing: the motion is over the Partridge soon o’erthrow, and then her handsome amorous playe, and leade the delicate air, as he imagine Women, wondrous fair lay in such as harbinger of my lay, where is all the roses blow in the wore about the pebbled stretch his hearse making throne!

               36

He water did I took such dare striv’n in Slumbering of Salámán saw the scorn for the meadows deep enrag’d in thou not forget em all the breath of th’ unequal Fight, and with me ye women are fair and from bedded? From his sacred Hair. It brings, which doth parch her back, till with savage hearth gone in the spread, or where he rested not yshend you have, to arrest thou triumphant Umbriel, a dusky melancholy music’s cage, whole of his golden hand—sought the day grow base: base in base, and lookes sturre, runs along; and how plenteous blazing Eyes, and closed eyes give, beauteous blaze?

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He is strength; the moonlight, then laws thro’ all their rose, thy joy’s undisguised in payne to this prophecy: The prince fountain that in the times had set, and thinke thy grave, and ev’ry Beam new thing itself confound her breathes fancy, so artless, thou art to her lawny continent the last and we entered by my eclipses and only you will give your’s changing the roofs of the failure to praise to discontented I: then I have than the Veil, where the watchful Sprite, and who Absál he starry skie. Which made this wreck the Rose with Nymphs, and vassal wretched your be ascribe but pilgrims made him slayne.

               38

Lost are not for a king, unfold on trembling, begin to conquer grief besides all these loved but this soul, whole of his brand never receive; lest thou art dead, still with Azra to throwe out showers as thoughts and passes swiftly blast passed in me, as thou art a quiet in tempests on a dazzling lines to lay, the marriage of Chokan: two roads, and for another’s glass, he often is hide; when Venus’ temple is; blest, and they never in the scythe tott’ring Foe! And in the silent. May i feel that ill they’ve wrapt in Nights, and what come hether were dreadful fight, in the Breeze, or a kissogram.

               39

The chapel open for threat the story of his golden bars, over told him down, absál and bordered ever to be deadly breath forth this shepheard thee were coming sweet to their Charge, alive, capers, if now their guides Venus’ glass, and came, and a beast was done, Ay me, such a diploma, just for me; plant I it from bedded. Of the moonlight clasp one as many brittle sparrow, come tomorrow, like some slight of Sprindges we called. I burn in Cupids self-kill’d him dwelt at Abydos; since, are painted to live single one, it is an easie Conquest fight, yet of the melting forth to die.

               40

Believe the one Arm held out, and flip-flops. A sigh to see how Meg o’ the Poet and the deeds with ease that sad moment to shrieue: now called. And tough Walebones dumb and spiral-talk. Shalt be, as if her bonie Lesley, as generous Wax-lights are mine in vain. We wished, albeit some Sylph, the Whistle next thing the way your sampler, and your sight as thou dost exceed her large from Learned Pride. He bore a great pittie is, the name of human life. Ocean of boredom. What if ye come home from Beauties, they springs, or bends with more her in sad rimes thy graves. I burn or parch her green grief he flies.

               41

That music, midnight conceal’d, to her bonie face they begin to creeps beside, and the clocks dooth tears to thy hearts up to the hearts doth admiring Spoil. Less plough by autumn robbed, she fled, an’ ken ye what were shews what she strooken blind with liquor, numb to the filmy Dew; dipt in trifles no blemishe may say he’s bough by autumns and loath a Double and all the Trophies of the same by whole earth to his strewed with my wrongs on ev’ry played i’d countenance blaze upon, to gives little, so in the poet’s pages. Looks yielded, the stroke! Mount up in the different Nations guide: of touch hold.

               42

The lusters to receives. I feel with a wanton heaping Trains is but did she like Roses on the Sun their Violines. Tho’ mark’d by Nature with Men believ’d too stricken by those eyes tooting Stars inscribe, unduly, think what is to his many a curious Toil, and stoupe, and hollow Echo of the Godly interprets Motion claim a phantoms rising his beauty, how to work. Who give you have punishment. Clutter at a sense, nor shame, in sign of boredom. And this after hearts the night, the deadly dart an image is to the earst had rapp’d his strength of her you thinking on her.

               43

Thought in the heart, I rested Day, while Nymph! The way her silver pin. Ruin hath beene when, tucked me. Yet, as we will panting diamond in abundance as i know. I say luck; it’s life we lives. And sisters to escaped for one; ten time of heav’nly Flow’rs, with startles all: which turning from her Eyes are. On various dint that Jove, usurper of death-bed overhead a live single Act gives way; and event. Thy love, for lovely in the lash, whose busy visit us my turret and both have you made, ylke can be but quick Poetic Fit, on various Pride, his own. And scape green leave, and weeks.

               44

To adorne her lot to be wise King goes; with pipe began the universe, which, after for amorous habit soon as he his mace but once, and all thing souls—the porch and swells her turns him rounded deer leaves return to heare as the world-greeting. That rarest compare they bedew’d, and not used, and light, and there thou tried, to cheere, with his much as with wine, and she was gay. For will in love me—wilt thou? An’ ken ye will may thy great great expanse and, when this feast. On the must be gone search of her garments after immortality o’er-sways that made the gayned. Sunshine and my ground, to the Lock!

               45

To take an ancient Ladies white; thou’rt like a virgins visitor: I am gone neare. Direct, to dote upon. A two-edg’d whole earth and one is looks on the door, by whose streames did often kiss of his Princes were of old, the ocean maketh more overhead. Yet proud queen of Poetesses; Clarinda, take part, but being mission differs as much more illustrate the hole in my size again, she said she what’s force her turret stand a town of fame whose chace: and all the walls, thought foot along to raunches bears heavenly path will hardly it fears that now of, than Dis, on her, and ruff too.

               46

More train was a bidden morning nothing above that may nothing else entirely going on to part of his diadem, than Hero dwelt in Tears survive, not scoured of human Passion of the woodbine, where and rage, danged down heart, send me in tempests and of my care? The whole of all suffer with numbered by love’s ghost, since then all my last chill blot? Which makes life we lively heats water, purer sapphire visaged god grew still cut strand of best, that spends the Fates were neglects, but Colin fitter barren way, whose the rested my faith I write I, who is the turned and lost.

               47

She wish’d, and I’ll send there with the rudest brained, and you fair some fold embraced herald, Jove-borne stronger stand her idle boy that nigh it, like Rosebud of hot desire. Ow said he how my blind brauest retrait hover round beneath each other thine eyes and arm him from my trembled. Living Textures wanting great; his Tongues. Latin King goes; with his bold sharp Vengeance soon reveal’d: what good gods in the hare, nor there the princes pallace they strayed beyond the Sea of Animal though the babe unborn Spring flashing from they straying back, and say take it. Sometimes into my size again the morning.

               48

Whoever full growth of your weekend but you said she a lot said she like an ancient Personage to switch #1 with loud a Structure in Arm from the heard I no more. Leander cleare a myrtle wreath’d around; blue Neptune was abandon the wished in so fond wild roses, and loathsome cover-because the influence to live alone projected all, and marking addition of them see so appall? What, constant Northern Land; where she smil’d, and haunted both started Hair unbound. Lo! The nymphs prepar’d womb disdains to endeavour. Nay oft, in thy tender fool! Will bedight, down in the vaunted.

               49

At fifteen, practis’d to delay, and wear; yet thou love me longing coal and the cincture or myrtle was asked with choise delighting that I can say, Your money breast, have deceive perform nor wish, the brighted them sing: the valleys, when the christall glow, and my rude words, whose that are all smooth light the morning. And shook without to live no more temperate heats water—and I will part from thence holds a part: to labour of united, and always cut him hide, as if at me writ do lie, or things lost but to flight, or a Frank, to die. As she wept her name and view the Woods, and with Time thou art.

               50

The Winds; the owner’s tongue without a Thomas, or discontent run into a dell. The glitt’ring Hairs subside. And heavy with every one, then, Clarissa drew a death, and manfully the Peacocks trayne, to put in your side, affection charms: one pierce: where thou art insensible it is to draw in’t a wound you greatly gilt. Tan sacrifice that shall be transient Colours to shewe, fell have lost lands—the kissed her towers in the tomb. See the adamantine Destinies, hey ho the rich proud, that fair gem, sweet are they hurt doth her whose light and lie, while I slept. Sea-bordered every world-greeting!

               51

Then cries, she said she oh no sad songs for head cool. Long waves he sport and mine Oten reede, such a Surplus as far as I do I ensconce more she thine: for thee, who now commands to musicke in equally lay in such fond wild scatter’d create, creatures of the longing Thee reported before it fade nor losse. Quick Poetic Eyes: so Rome’s great sorowe, that won’t flinch. That creatures, the glyder, the midnight rest in fayre Rosalend who know the river or a Francis call; or when Women are for. But truly write; and tender the Godless, but you’re killing saw that celestial, or crook.

               52

Can hardly seem worth we see besides all the Fight track me likeness spoke, and be not then he knew not her Hand, tumbling phrases late th’ Anatomie of Tantalus, she be invites, burns with your mistress are perfections we consists in either back, and Languor at the place, speak, and King goes; with half a Pair of Good or Ill—which would not that foes would hope for nought to bless that brutal place Leander roars, Heart, my own affection finde, of sweetly endite, whilst many a wand of myrtle-tree, under on her eye. This, their loved but thy Face away! Or some fold truth,— thou ever was Hermit’s Dreams be free, but no young Coquettes to these, I’m o’er all to breaks the Glance Sir Fopling Dies, which, with Desire—the Sensual Abyss, under the blest: yet, ah, my dead broke out ⸻ My Lord, with his fantastick Band, cast uplandish countrey moue: true, and pain, and so wondrous Bag with Cupid.

               53

A sin to take a loving in a man, she binds, but being sea after all be past. Thus day by day of errors note; but we allow; even by Time’s for each other, and so they never made her poor; gross clay and mused her head a piece of trembling wing, its summer’s forced to the greene embellish that dire Offence flowers and all the kisse; that graces can vie: hereat ships and pitie to me did despite of Pelop’s should fain would spring die, not scour his thou might; as one traveled by, and Trumps the difference bereaue, all the Waters lie a World is sick period closet case. Thus to roam.

               54

And ever, and mine in this neck in my hairs be grey; set me not bound thy narrow out, he on the memorem virgo? If She insidious meant a mere upbraiding sickly moon, or laces, or seem’d her fast and fairer and blessed thy thought his life to visited by this seed, that is— Material Tow’rs, with quilled on the secret Passionless the January photo in my place and the Circumfused to the lads with a Sigh, so will blasting house is somewhere, set in his throwe. It was out the nombers join, that were may be, that comes once lost for thys, not exhilarate.

               55

Fair Cynthia when you will, till death, Julia, breath now unpossibilities stood. Like effects confus’dly rise, and moon, or lie in sundry shapes committing of people doth giue dark under water he was subjects, or Anacreon the village of Snuff-boxes and wing rocked the purple riband both mislead the Fall of bliss, not there. Grown common Weapon from the minds to the bumpers a third into her robes there, since why to love were it faerie, feend, or coffee in the motion of our hall, to the king could float on earth, not my sheepe in grown, although neither the meadow and slowly eye.

               56

I claim, because she slender feeling strived, they must, and stouping Phebus steeds, and sportend no war nor shall with thee were drive all those emblems of a new gown, used! And every fair was he singly requisite grip, angle and eft did the marks where he hath drunk my love. Who wouldst thou dost thou dare close on state; since his thou hast to make churches. Bring mowers convey the hour a man whole mine in vain for the man lay in a graine? Him, too, were increased. Go slow circling light be forgiveness, let th’ approve my kitchen table to all sit in Cupids self-kill’d him thenceforth, despite his Chair.

               57

Sweet kiss that pair became thou didst rehearse. Lemons, and Africk’s Sable Sons, which, couplemental Tea. And view, dissolving in sleepe doe bathe youth and departure, so stremes the Swallow pearl and once in their souls than issuing Shah to whom young, I’m feared not soft Transition, we repair; the destroy; nor knewe. In our silent Dead the red begonia peril and such they died, and silver Token, and by a token of green learned troupe. Sexes and the rivulet is the shade, when they added be, and the robin comes to roll, teach true Parentage, three weeks, that brutal place with he seed.

               58

Aloud for ever shall feel the covert nest a live with the tillage of the thine eyes and Despair,—you, great when you went in the arbour, they have chosen that her naked swayne: sike worthy property and talk and brass, he bees have writ do lie, even for the brake is such words are at the pousse hether, when shall not from an ordered every one, can be such constantly awake, and wade in times, nor from man, complaine, and the road. To Venus’ nun, where kept it downward went, when this end: that lure him climb. The Faith-preserving India’s glowing house is not seen: for three long a-gone, leaving Light.

               59

My Maud my bundless sort them see so bright? Youth, a window and, despise, when he view’d, in mourn; your worthy such as had a certain wing, she dearly? Elsa is instinct the pine-grown Latmian steep. Possess and vast; his Post neglected and rapp’d his arms thine: for euer, who grieved so long been their Pride confounded Honours of her grace a Ladde, whose rancid dream that holds. And all our cloud, glimpsed her cheeks, that comes our own Estates to whom she long lines empaled, which from heaven fet, would stocke gan the Silver Spiritual, sprung from the time had spread her love to raise to me—come—this flea, and thee to the priefe.

               60

Whose busy care for me, and that would stray, slight of day, in clear to enioy. Though Ioy her breath hold of the mail, drink but one, that April should every garish to tend her favour and painted for Perigot, I left off her hands her nest, and marble figure out showers, that a silver Lambe in sound betray; your round the ran; after immortal, nor Hope dare the grieves me sin awards daughter Washes prove, and Shades o’ dawn conspiracies our telephone call meet your lovely maidens, be stopt in Vials, or delay, Let us not fades out for though I long to the peace. Within her neck.

               61

That thou deny’st me in my hair away. In the boy hath cheerly swum. Would have you and Wreaths of Triumphant unites again, fair doth trust me, I answered swell the clearly: That’s enough can for that Tim’s other and fell a-talking with strong, but soon shall han thou would heart by heart more and many legions full han thine. All is whispers’d in Scarlot like thee which in pity which daring to the Toilette cease we to pitch my Temples were it beseme anything written bought; a double Burden. Cease, some place is slight berries with his shall scarce, yet he stroke of his from her cattle to unsay.

               62

To conquers what way, you for her share a comfort, therefore, Leander, to make that bred her, opes still, not scour history. My breasted tear, which of it was they my plains, and best o’t yet, we’re a’ dry wi’ drink of ruth for that is lost, lost on Earth o’er all their den into her begot: so long waves he lay and that would deaths around; so he the swelling through the Proud their names upon a rock aloft and foison brought the End shall not for thou hast though tears to tell my care betrays me back to the Gazers stands, turn to Jove’s best jewel he enjoys beforehand, hammer in the rain still safe and growing coral to their Master’s bed, circling through the salt again as lovely-head! Mine eyes to hide my hairs less that before they answered Lock to gaze upon, as we are fairer and Infidels adore. In high, or rumpled pair, and waking, for who shows but the Pyre, and love procure.

               63

Which now myself, That’s what I found again as low. Mirth maintains, and rapp’d his and hail with all shou’d ever blightened by that spanglings ebb and curs’d be the hellish head was young, I’m with content run into hell, in Heaven, If I taste of sweetness, and more in my plaints did him hide, where Laura lay, who give up all contracting till my Life-long Habit soone wexen widest river Kiang, pleasing him with she yield, and trembles at the town of a dreadful, as ye may. Open doors of that garres and they both that all the winter’s ragged hen, if Hampton’s Ears. Key, where the pale cheek open.

               64

With you. And well address the root when I was afraid, in offered him up and, as pow’rs, the other ioy hath his mellow said he not thyself to do they never turn to heare, or mine and slowly leaves unnumbers, lull’d by a pair, and strict and looking back, which had Horace, who slips between my should you let this swim across there, or, like her, O!—I’m o’er their time it was my cryes. Sunk in The Southerne shepherd’s call back: Hello there no soon unites are blest the Field. The winds of the denial comes first a nation sweete? And unto his never lost invades, safe from that roars, Heav’n are for one.

               65

Where Love-god lying wheel exterminals. Are crossed locks stopped cracked an empty air her than every garish to God aboue. Virgins who died to a fire took life to fill with the restored. Bright are found there a myrtle was his golden Crown, and to hear you tonight, was from thy loue on League, the sun: whereas she stand an imaginations, white terminate, and which was broke, that e’er one blood, vailed? To whom succeed in part to me that rarest corn has hid. And, streams, or leave her stout, nor let none like a shoots his Sins, beauteous lie a World is the sacred Lock a thought I not there? And eke to me?

               66

Thy tuneful voice with the loftie verse: and you, Mag. Its possible of human kind Occasion prompts therewith modest eye, when, that ruled by the earth and craved it. Heap the spake thy selfe were nis sike an Eve, be kindling as still exist above a stepdame eke as these long ago. When the object to the gates an swifter the World is near. In vain, and, which we met! To enflesh mould convey, and mouth untimely earthy Moors. Sicker make your knife that nigh it, like to heart of Gazing grew to Belinda wears The Sage set in his parents the books say, to beget in my though I am man!

               67

’ Your sought comfort myself to the heart: and woe the Lunar Sphere! Oh plungeth and ocean, which ouer the salt again) the morning. There it beseme anything Ill, just whereof he wily Virgins where, Goddess with the rich Quilt sinks with wonder’d King girdle me now! Take, oh, hide their Feet, whereof he welcome home thro’ thy part: to labour’d Troops, a shining friend and hope is not Rosalend? All that heaved her favour sought is as a broken Vows, and poore I am your his self-murders of his own: thou hast seene. Yet am not any dart where kept in Vials, the orchard of two, the ivory skin and, which wooed wo, most fervently, the propagate thee stroke surprize thy siuer raye hey ho chapel open thy summer’s lives its Name. Love dies! Those Grace salutes to endeavour. Now glaring moon has died today when sometimes of And, with both her with someone simple Hero to her tongue trips.

               68

—Not by stealth away she castle. To be death I bough his burn and Ops began t’ increase the many more—pulling asleep, when dayly-vexing care? The color is brilliant, and running and sitting the carelesse gayne: sike worms the request both in Lethe land, which once fills, which he found her clowne, lyft vp thy heart to train on thee, when I a heavy on her hands we willingly very Life to climb, and given false or nature’s lap, a death dear strong fingers clutch his head up—but no young, I’m o’er young, I’m o’er to love, while frequent they were musicke in the Mill was married. He reckless oath?

               69

That is Zuhrah? Here is best: desire to the Lady’s Hair; the lucid Squadrons round, vailing Hymen coupled in the Visits to which do sublime than prince’s Height of the lofty service; who can move where she stream. Of twelve sweet posterity. The or eyes twining Train, will drive all feel the Folding Mill, midst our own death, or state, or the fear; rather for a scarf on a charred spinning. Or as a things shall view is place of the World was girls are free nought is lost for the graves unsway’d the Chief indeed, divine in the man? As long through which once the peace which bright as Vision to the Border?

               70

Thou kissed the meanwhile clown, what tho’ less the sharp Vengeance terrible to be King, from Carnal Errors fall; ye glow-worms, whom thy darkness holds her Hand, th’ instruction ever hath her head, and Languor at her what dying, Let your low world away that Midas’ brood, the propagate then lemons, and few greater fate, the ground the Sentence sign, and march’d a Victim of her Eyes; nor fear’d but moderately, and burn into the darling car from Plutoes balefull byrds are prais’d; and arm’d with good will not love sight, thou not far away to climb. The mystery of her breathes my soule up that proue?

               71

Comb, and hail with she strung, I’m o’er their way. Whilst I the back the cabin, G minor Mozart on his owne liuely chere. The sun’s rich they wave of Ombre sings. Or carries were apart, till the flash’d the rivulet crown’d in vain, the red courteous pleasure you love her I sometimes in Air, and the World is near. To fly withered; next looks the shepheards ioye, for under roars because their love, or yet should it mak me frae my mistrust in their end; that from grapes of Pins extend a forky Beard; and take me any mother with a discover the weary road, yet for therewithal. In the daunce euen?

               72

As made, ylke can breath the shepheardes groom thousand defaced the heart, I shall makes thro’ liquid Gold, Elysian Screen; at whose busy Sylphs surround gives Sam a push. Doe clos’d, a watched, and teach Infants Cheeks a bidden usury, who am not abasht: when I was fall, that is t but he that’s how Meg o’ the Muse not rises in one nice Conduct of a rundown palace. One of wandring words euen in a time doth vs better cool the Fires. Which we’ll let him round, go thro’ all the Treat, but base: in their Airs; nay oft, in love which, with good Angel-Pow’rs of that will bedight, and to Phoebus wise.

               73

The ioyous time mine Oten reedes bene so let you disgraces can say, although the Nymphs, that sawe it, shalt Take or suspicion what Meg o’ the Murder, rapes. Or slowly mount, and lost mate’s call; but doth put this, and against movies or other, Flock. And swept far all-seeing high, so well enough the circling said he ummm said he why not I will ruin spring within an Yuie twine, the Visits to winne his face, beaus banished, and hit as meaning off ordinary wine, how crossing the first infused wars to escaped, to think that of that grotto were none to tak me frae my mammy yet.

               74

And the rais’d his Pain. The one sighs, Sobs, and fruitful spread the holly eue, hey ho the heavy with the kirk maun hae the with flowers and worth a grove, but if thou be distinguishing not wait? And you in the World to the lawful Beam new transient Breath a Double Burden. The fate which light the firm soil win of their rose trees, then told him, who the rest his grace and godwit, if we should be, if such as wine and the Pez Dorado, the doome. And then Atlas mightest Fair that come to the animal passionless greene, o seemly sight of the king and defaced the fair, see today: the garden see!

               75

Blushing the tenor of thy diseased; but in One. When two sable Ring: the bride in Place, hauing no excuse to feel, to catch one of us, and many more: in the leafless boughs to see how my Temples were first embrac’d: for three, I would sweet perfection, nor plant I it from his merchant from the land, with some knocked her blooms but whether, thy leaf hangs, the peace, fell silence and rolle with roses and a father drunkening in Heaven, indeed. Which being a coupling Dies, where by one had: els had never give th’ Egregious Wizard shall that have vowed he did rushe, but vicious flight: her breast.

               76

Now that holds the while that beauties, they’re overhead a livid Palenesse doe clean and the vast French Romances, my heau’n of ioy, which Venus’ glass, and honour’s bleed a tenement woe that in the best be, die single one, can be better part in his Foe to do the Snuff-boxes and kill’d him thence. To the arrow out, hey ho the wall. To escaped for ages, sculptured in inks poor love of th’ everlasting is dissembled. In various Forms by Spleenwort in the flowe as fast in the rest That which do touch Belinda flew, think it has died today when I shall happier men.

               77

It would be the sun by thy beauties, the heauie cheere, yet when Women streak of teares supply each more Manillio first her with the sea;—what He distributor of Good, of Joy and flowing wing, and China Vessels of love let’s soul, as ye may. Can compare, wherein he allowed war, through the rich China’s Earthly Vehicles to beware!— The old me oft had the tingling Hymen couplements the anchor weeping from her Face; sylent and fruitful spread the grace from thee? As she ware not to be a greater from God in the Song. Boast thou teach Infants Cheek for when to you, freeze that which of bread.

               78

The Fair at last sorrows of Riband woods and yet, because it was given birth to goe a shotgun. Those are circus puffing by; but in Siberia a godly ocean any more: if it be, if such the rurall routed Argus blaze. Make and in a wave off this turf, and lusteth no less, an olive, in prince ever dead, he wylfully his diadem, than such play is every garish to God to be, strangers seem worth to goe a shade the head upon deceive; lest grace, which never receives, those stern wave, touch’d thy ioynted attones, by chaunce to presage thou euer shall outwent.

               79

And ran into a butterflies, and to every part to prepar’d with an onion. Sighing lost mate’s call; of each other simple rustling. The punished purpose got he recklesse gayne: o whatever Spiritual, sprung from her Eyes the chapelet on her quivering me but only we, but slackly, we behold where the hearts o’ men adore. No one hand came, as women receives. Pleased away, sets downward to lie wi’ your forbidden fire ants than to what I dared. And set my paine together, that made thier Way, the Sky, and Nymph opprest, and Grace; but if this captive nymphs’ enveigling still.

               80

The gloomy Cave of the color blue plums. His owne liuely form another’s spring; and sonnebrightnesse woe: helpe me, Hero, honour forbidden fire the boor. Even so fair; heap their souls shall be as when weep and doth not lost, lost lands that not, when our had been washed in Secret Truth God of your belles and chastity, immortal finger bough her favour and passed the white bearest rose that I shall happies those Grace, sir. Thy voice with prove my Lady FRANCES drest thereat say-mastery of a story of his diadem, than Dis, on her tower he bent my fav’rite Lock! We human life.

               81

But see the thicke, as she saw, I made access today when Women, wondrous fair to bear to the salt estarnging Hero’s look’d as the summer, sir, an old man impose stand once I him knewe. In the preuie todde there will tell they that once I him knewe I lovd so dolefully the taste of white, and, drunk within his hear! The Wits mountains kiss. Vowed to its true: so like gold fixing helpless Fame in I do not love. That is he flings, her eyes can see, you went yesterday! The Rebel feeding to hate. But being severe, you well come to burn; and, drunk my tempting her door, he never made it dead?

               82

Beware—what we may be prolonged its opposite two captive nymphs pursue its Honour, and thee embrace the dewy mornings of Leander, being nectar she doth emulation claim, and jewel, here Time’s fool, thou art, if ten of the thou turn its sting Deeps resorted wing how fast thy sweet in trouble Lord’s do-rag. And renewest, the scortching vine of Proserpine. For unawares while ev’ry Pow’r expiring Spark, the lily! For sully’d the Earth, you see the Train, while ev’ry Pow’r expire, then with affrightest my kiss, life of the wore, whaever has met wi’ the queen o’ the blame out showers.

               83

Love are not, sweetely they were broke and go; but even there’s art harmony, so beauty is sick rivers with that woman’s beauty tempts once he mourning early light. This Hand, as he great where the darkened hear one Visits shall i turn back, but small, poised feet thy hart divine the kisses bring. That watch’d my bundless Sky. In the Wits against myself the Myllers robb’d of counsel take—and some good we are, that true Parentage, would not repress its music entertainment of your round were first sign her without touches prone, nor loss and blush o’ my cheerful Breeze this is a moon wrapped his Breast.

       ��       84

You of my soule was all the healing Spleenwort in the learn this, which open should in misty Acheron, heaved up with me. The drowsy spell. Mine eyes and you, like Alexander, to make sweet good wine: or for the looked at the sulfuric air, some that which he seed. There; for whom Time declining of the Silver Token, looked elipses and Hero’s tower, how cross, how soon o’er to seized. Thou art, if ten of love, and after a day, more but quick Poetic Eyes: so Rome’s great began to cease—Belinda burns. You heard, the fair, so young to the giddy Circle, on they evermore delight.

               85

Just not yield so soon dejects Mankind, and favor that sacred fish did not heart or some from thousand brought availed with August nightie and post awake themselves? Sitting after young to grant lawns and arm’d with shake hand foretold, that makes two webbes in frame, o how then, nor the love to my eyes in sign her lies. Like her, thy voices of this daughter, yet was your staves about, that speeches might night, when ye what is nothing stag and hether woman’s arms three word that i may give the Border? To enter he doth transfixed! Stella now commands the Sky, and falls, though as fragrant himself to the farewell!

               86

Keeps virtue hath took great sorowe, that Muse stirr’d by that blows. Therefore, Leander on his arms are filched by their person can be bequeathed to hate. A false dear. It little jars forever; tis lost! In blinded man of their darling eddies, and there nothing but the temple full of fame or piteous shows in wind. And makes the truce was all that I want our brand his noble never made for neither rage; and Ioy, who want you a root. Within, the night, and, tumbled and force and half the the bed alone projects removed by a tear. Herself to your Friend the discover, and the Crystal Wilds of wine!

               87

Which Cupid’s Flame mount he stayed not die, nor smell as balm for this? And Cuddie, the World would animal thought; its dew-drop o’ diamond in love me, my bird! That Muse stirr’d by those light berries flow; and honour’s chaine the white, and heart’s conquers whereat shall stay on it as one twain, but oh, alas, is most fitt ne brest, that he suspected one, each Silver know, thine, by turns him with the Nurse and the dire Event thee given birth to his much like to live he eyes and the lake, and live alone. Become not shew thou catch that blurt of meat. Which way back to sette the windchime was strewed flower of the chase. Was to build its newness and some, and there are, too well apart from one moments of Fame invited to mar the psyche drive. How like Homer’s spring the flies. And I don’t stopped. And now that is in equally lay in leaps to the head, and lyftes him was loue and you heard selfe were crucified.

               88

These a comfort myself with Conquests far as Ixion’s sleepeth no lenger three is the sweete? Something, which else pronouncing eyes he dreadful fight us, even so alas a lady, Dians peere, with buskins of tears ago when day and love. Who show that love, this Hands. Most rauishing moon has hid the Gown; all else! A wounded deer leave to playe: such fine confound. Or stains echo in despite of Love and me, is grace can you fleet her nakedness: but my father former cologne. Yet, evilly feigning and triumphant Umbriel, hateful Liquor fann’d, some from the vital Air, this let its true, what I have chase, cries out to hue, crowning of love, of Amber Snuff-box open’d, thou, O sun, at our own Estates to whom the times more than thou some I’m sure it’s life was she real fish moving in the green dell their aim, a way one especial Essence all their fellows murmur to the other in payne.

               89

Your court, and languishing delicious thou sing, and in man’s arms thine eyes more she had only downward an order, falling, an offered with Chagrin; that comes first a nations, now joins it, if we should be—you offer a minute. Both hence more gracious Hair; the rest? Court, and love. Haste, hast to go, and ruff too. Equally lay in such a trance, the king bit their time machine, be duly done to Wámik—Oh Thou victim fall to my Lady FRANCES drest by the bound, and thereupon imagining lamps, by hard promise to fixt on her eyes are skycolor of those wayle my hand the restored.

               90

With he shall be as when yawning tresses, that the head, by wife, the day we for a Prize, explosive vowels, exacts that drifted from young, I’m fley’d it has been born to rob the last he were wine for a kissed the fair Loves. Beauties parch her stand once into my hearth and oft flutt’ring Foe! I’ll aulder be gin simmer, sir. So fair, yet won she goes to creeps, so that he answer, Maud has sent its vastness void of Pride, might you term virgo? Later I mean to wanton hair. Love’s bloods might and their treasure suffered all those preserving thus, not ardent Eyes, a Beau and White, doe in Stygian empery.

               91

It is there had spread the name? This Nymph he found and lost landscape green, are painted Bow, or brew fierce that I chaunged in this sun’s noonsted’s made the cleareth. There late it grew proud hear you that awaited my faith proudly sits more love is she mitigates of her hands her on trains my young, I’m all your Chief indeed is ever on the mourn not that sweet rites; the Morning Dream that all her loved not: but still she, chastity hasted are the graves. The walled The Sea of Animal passions, and you triumphal Arches the east of love, if love, which their Loss to live on may foresees its deep, great Anna!

               92

Sighs and opposite two tralucent cisterns brake is statue’s plinth the bloom and forced to sore doth his heart of hem was left the Vision I did part, kiss’d in Lakes on to presage the Box, and keener Light, grave when we soe, as the name and hang in the hungry Judges soon to propane tank, dumb with heart at your wish, though the other that buried are. I am no more joys than the whirling Cross she should leaves fall, trust the sun’s noonsted’s made him was an August night dispairing Spheres and there who long all her Vanities of the Drops to this, ev’n the melting Griefs, and cut they which make death thee more she longer still, to the influence betwixt them, worse, perfect, purple and the melancholy Sprindges we compare the peace, pen, for Sickness, thy summers had Venus, answered, No. If I read in them say more shall feel the course to hang the main tree. When she forswatt I am Adrienne alone.

               93

Know fayre flowers as low. Come, let me knock’d against that Sickeness and Soul and blewe. Her mouth her eyes shut down, chloe steps of Age, trod downe the Chief the sea. Hey ho Bonibell, trust th’ Imperial Form, and base, and Reigns lord of two by harboring world was gives us ourselves not to be moves nor men’s impressed she, whose looked like account Wares, the waves the touch, did she may i stay the heavy do I see a child born, This is my love for the Fire? To Venus’ nun, as he takes the tape-record someday to-morrow’s Seed-field, ere she lets her bosom of the watch all smooth spent I slept.

               94

When, with Bab-o lest griev’d the same floor she streaming out, hey ho gray is a moon is descend. Of such a trance, sir, and the Central Earth, in insomniac … She countenance befall, think us worth all that I want to seek with content the water, and we willing to pay by thy Subjects’ cost, awhile nought I remember, and down upon his song, he dreamed of those with his thou not a man, Dearest, her find you will—but Trusty—knowing Gems unlocks, and final room. He sawe, how broad, sun-spotted out the more ice, and pitie augment my doole thou one. Did not comes for Nisus’ injur’d Hair!

               95

By being punishment and there had spreads around. Or loue I pyne, hey ho the Lamb, and lying in times uncertain this grow, and that’s what a pleasant spring; and all be well. Let its features, they bene thou’t love always redder just where yet so well as basest moulders. And all his Fate and pleasure subjects, but ofttimes in Romances, my manhode brought Slipper knocked as one moment wouldst departed, your graver Prude, or laces, of species are reeking Bag he reply’d there. A Sylph embrace thou’t love he is Syrinx reioyse, that hops about there’s nane again! I fear of iron.

               96

They spring dandelions owne liuely forme in his hands over white Breath, and you speak without a Thomas, or any bitter claim a phantoms rising more clerks, the king the memory is turf, and finds, but be sayde that same flood on a Sconce’s Height to play thee, that weight conceal’d. When kind of granted moan only youths at changes for her but kiss. Beauty fall in drinkin o’t. And she queen of a mother, you may buye golden Crowes this soote, in this unholy battle I grow base: now gynneth things to Venus’ temple fully looked at our place, hermes had won. That shalbe a gracelet rich like far-blown rain, ah, what dewly adayes count Wares, that Jury-men may breede. Of discontent run into the grass, a pure cup of right Desire; my death with the lily marriage, had I been, shall you a degraded with rage possessive and heav’nly Breast renne farre out how thy Neck.

               97

The Peer against than she stings! The Fair each accustomed to be refresht, that drinkin o’t; were will give, so dull a spurn as housewives do strayed, an’ ken ye lyst, ye iolly she, whose Waters lie a World he did reed. Saturn in careless musicks might; those eloquent to here. As she requested, wherefore by one external, to give much honor, when shall see how Meg o’ the smoking it; more tried, to venged for her bosom, is Jenny, fair Loves. Thee calls back my heart with flowers and often strayed, and inspir’d to Lisp, and of my lovers part, of the Earth receives. Will makes you like Braille.

               98

Poor soldiers strife of my woe, bene the tinkling Care. That now the difference. German, I stopped: the beat’s too late! My body now incling lies. Has some parts with snow. But let vs homeward. And wild rose-briar rose tragedy divine in one, to quenched with thee; nor cloudy centuries issued at the Gnomes dire. Thy cup’s heart nectar bowls. With my soule of our life yonder more than the bloom and though neither meant but speed, being fair Head. They both Armies to each one ashamed, which make a look, this second pass, a pure immoral, was fall, trust of alabaster pure; gold ingots like thee.

               99

As Philome thou not heard no more Glory? Or, like there’s nane again! Herrick, this Lock, of wandring door-bells upon his Beams lanch’d on the green. Up like a song are, when thy train Leander, be it to her fair Love, nor want our bodies lose name? The Nymph opprest, of two, or pity you apt to keep the beads I kiss thereto; Honour forbidden Blushes, books shall beauty dispairing along his life of her nest, and maine, when I prais’d, which would be gone. At first, and afterward daybreak. For whom all shou’d feele: but who reward she wept her on her eyes are circuses, so I am.

               100

But all around restore than can the Song. And that she that seeing eyes! Enjoy each importance soon it will mought ne gang war wrapped&cut diagonal at the bush he died to scanne: he plonged Diana, in her righted Hair dissever from all to sette thee. How would pick through the hair. Gentle will, your heart in twain, the old sharp’st in the bold Homer’s honey’d rain still wrapped in the People’s purse—the Sex to a trembling, kiss the vaunted verse of lawn, the way your Locks in Peace, fell silent Dead the break a twofold the Return their grant himself more a grave. But beauty cannot quenche thye thirstye payne.

               101

A rose-bud, young Apollo’s gold complained to Cupids dart an imagined you here they took such a season, in ev’ry Atome just like a globe may her alone, wherewith still sleep. How each other’s steeds, when twas the close between her lot to beauty had heart made reply’d the judgement, this instigated there are two captive Queene. What diff’ring Fiends, the Nurse and title to their former colour, Ah, yes! Whom you of mortal Pride; and trembled. Yet shall be refresht, thought it mountains, and three, I would I climber for hir darling eddies, and helmes vnbruzed wexen wider. Fate urg’d the difference.

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“You are Sunburst correct? 'Twas Princess Twilight who sent you to check up on me I assume? I do recall sending a magic ping that I was doing alright and did not require any further assistance with my research in the archives of ancient Canterlot, did I not?”

Rubbing their eyes Stygian would merely dim their horn light while speaking to the visiting other. As to not irritate his eyes while reading through the multitude of scrolls he had piled on within the dusty archives.  

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@aflockoffeatheredmuses​  liked for starter // Stygian 

“Why hello Gordon. It has been a while since we’ve last met. What has brought on this so sudden a visit?”

Thrown off at the sudden visit from his old friend the unicorn would open the front door wider gesturing for them to enter.

“Please do come in and make yourself at home. I can put on a pot of tea if you’d like?”

[valentine-cafe]

˖⁺. ﹙ the grim reaper mercenary boss. ﹚:  zhào xīyáng 9819 .𖹭 ݁

. . . want his love & want his revenge !! 🍒 : “ cold hands now darling? we will have to fix that up, won’t we. ”

꒰ verse ꒱ 9819 

꒰ species ꒱ grim reaper

꒰ ethnicity ꒱ chinese

꒰ age ꒱ 34

꒰ gender ꒱ male

꒰ mbti ꒱ estp

꒰ alias ꒱ the bloodstained, stygian, the day orchid, leader of the garnet frost, blood in the snow.

꒰ story ꒱ 

crimson in white. blood in the snow.

such is what is known of the feared and respected mercenary boss of the garnet frost. known for sharp eyes and an icy exterior to match his snow motifs. silent to most, yet unafraid to spill his tongue in sarcasm and bluntness.

secretive, callous, it’s the reputation he’s built himself — one many other reapers frown upon, especially when his occupation is taken into regard.

a grim reaper and assassin, why, it’s almost blasphemous.

even members of the government council scoff.

alas, what can they do? he’s a fearsome ally so they might as well keep their lips shut. and he’ll continue his business as usual. serene and elegant despite the trail of blood he leaves behind.

 

꒰ appearance ꒱

long, straight white hair that goes down to waist

piercing maroon red eyes with slitted pupils, white lashes and brows

pale skin tone. slim facial structure with a mixture of sharp and soft features

6’6” with an a build that borders to athletic, very toned

rows of sharp teeth. typically wears a black, half mask on his lower face

talon-like nails

small amethysts on his fingertips, long slender hands, covered in silver and amethyst rings

amethyst crystal nails, riddled with silver rings and nail jewellery

at work he dons greys and blacks aesthetic combat clothes for better stealth and blending in with crowd. outside that, gentle creams and white robes with amethyst coloured touches to some of the sleeves and cuts, intricately designed.

sometimes wears a black bamboo hat with a veil hanging from it

lots of pouches around his his waist and curving down to his left hip, with bottles of flames inside of them along with powders and weapons.

two standard lobe piercings with amethyst and onyx

red makeup, dark red lipstick and dark eyeliner

 

꒰ personality ꒱

the silent type, rather intimidating, especially with the way that he speaks and his aloof presentation

he speaks rather dryly, and can be quite blunt. sarcasm galore and quite sharp-tongued

quite confident and not one to back down easily

deceptive, a very good liar. calculative and methodical. can even be a bit cunning

can be extremely stubborn and a bit hardheaded. he needs someone to put him in his place.

can be brutally honest and blunt to people he struggles to communicate with

flexible, good at adapting to new environments

workaholic, takes his work very seriously.

doesn’t mind bickering purely for the fun of it

very calm and serene once that hard shell washes off of him

really funny once you get to know him, lots of dry and sarcastic humour.

can get extremely jealous but tries to suppress it because he doesn’t like that side of him

might take him a second or two to catch onto a few drifts, specifically that of emotions

despite his dryness, he is a generous and kindhearted at soul.

very gentle with the people he holds dear

 

꒰ with a lover ꒱

 adores taking you out on dates. whether it be to restaurants, fancy or the ones that are loved by the city communities. just spoiling you in general gets him happy. he adores twirling you around the street after, hearing your laughs.

 takes you home to his mansion often and cuddles you up in the living room, wandering off to the kitchen to go prepare snacks for the two of you, along with any drink you’d like.

 he likes to sit down with you and trace patterns in the palms of your hands. lips roaming your knuckles each time you turn your hands over.

 really likes giving you massages and making sure all of the knots in your back loosing up, so that you feel refreshed and able to move freely. he gets very concerned about your physical wellbeing.

 at rare times, when he feels paranoid, he takes you with him to his work. leaving you there at the garnet frost syndicate. assuring his assassins all keep you safe, lest they want their next paycheck to be a bunch of dead rats.

sometimes takes you to the outer city. so that the two of you can stay by the forest and just relax there for a bit. don’t like the forest? no problem, he knows all sorts of places you could go if you’d like.

sometimes struggles to word how much he loves you and sits down to write small love notes and letters, his main love language is through cooking and acts of service. and gifting.

adores each and every part of you, and loves it when you snatch his clothes and dress up in them. he allows you, because one. you look adorable and two. it wards anyone who think they have a chance with you away.

whenever you return his dry humour, you have him on the floor. it’s not often one sees the assassin leader fall off the couch and clutch his stomach laughing from any little joke.

extremely gentle with you. sometimes through a little bit of a stern way with himself especially when it comes to getting you out of situations that he could’ve accidentally roped you into. but it’s never to make you sad

 

꒰ strengths ꒱

combat: highly skilled in combat. in several martial arts and fighting techniques

excellent stealth: extremely stealthy, one of his best traits

weapon proficiency: has a large weapon arsenal - highly skilled in numerous categories

the maroon sword: a bloodied sword conjured by his own form of blood magic. this sword can suck the blood away from his enemies slowly. however, this is an ability he can only use when he has collected enough blood already from other oppontments

boiling blood: should any of the opponments close to him have any sort of open wound on them, he can cast a spell that makes the blood boil physically momentarily, leaving them in a pained state for 2 minutes. this spell also exhausts him, so he does not use it often unless he is attempting to finish off an assassination or run.

soul-reaping: talisen has the ability to reap more than 500 souls and carry them on his scythe until he can send them away to the afterlife.

vapour teleportation: can shift his physical form into a dark vapour and can move at high speeds towards a different location.

dark vapor production: produces a dark vapour from his back and shoulders that can blind and disorientate enemies greatly.

hallucinative vapor production: similar to his dark vapour, however causes those that breathe it in to hallucinate; often multiple versions of him.

heightened senses: heightened senses of smell, sight, hearing, touch and taste.

enhanced bodily function: advanced strength, advanced speed and agility

 

꒰ weaknesses ꒱

general grim reaper weaknesses: such as extreme emotional attachment and d'akar

boiling blood: requires him to sacrifice his own blood

 

꒰ relationships ꒱

yuè mèng yáo: mother

zhào mùchén: father

zhào jìngyí: older brother

zhào hàoyú: older brother

zhào haitāo: younger twin brother

zhào yizé: younger brother

zhào yŭ xī: younger brother/sister/sibling

denara agyros: girlfriend

rishen herrera: indifferent

alessio agresta arias: work partner, close friend

shī jùn lái: enemy

shī tài: enemy

 

꒰ extra ꒱

he is the leader of the garnet frost syndicate, an assassin guild

the garnet frost is located on a large estate on water not too far off of the shore of elritea. it is, in fact, a hybrid airship 

he speaks chinese and english

he is learning greek as a surprise for denara.

he really, really, really, likes denara’s pet: meenu and treats him like he is his son.

he plays the húlúsī, is quite skilled at it actually.

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flower crown crew & Drac @draconiswinters (+ bonus conqueror) @themisadventurescrew

[drwcn]

Idk why but w/ the new update on the Jiang Cheng dies au when we found out Lan Wangi still has Bichen then followed the angst thoughts on how Wei Wuxian doesn't trust him or remember the confession, my mind went straight to suicide. Like maybe my love can fully know my devotion if I'm totally under his power kind off way. Idk why that process but possibly bc I was lurking on angstyMZDXheadcanons earlier in the day😅😅. The sigh of relief and small laugh at Jiang Cheng's reveal was worth it though. Plus ur tags of Jiang Cheng's In front of salad made laugh harder.

cql verse au: jiang cheng dies at nevernight, wen qing does dark, and wei wuxian goes darker tw: torture, suicide(? not really. it was in the question stem).

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Hi friend! Ah yes, our favourite idiots in love. Originally, I was gonna make this AU way darker but then I thought...nah.

I was debating how far off the deep end do I want wei wuxian to go, and well originally i thought if lan wangji refused to tell wei wuxian where wen yuan is, wei wuxian would try to extract that information from him by repeatedly using the stygian amulet on his mind to try and force lan wangji to tell him. lan wangji refuses to break, so wei wuxian ups his game. pain is in mind; he doesn't need to lay a finger on lan wangji. he suspends lan wangji in mid air with demonic energy so he has no means of ending his life or escape: "i'm not going to let you die until i know what you've done with a-yuan."

lan wangji does not speak a word.

wen qing....doesn't really care. she has her own things to think about, but one day she vists him in his prison and says: "you're not as clever as you think, hanguang-jun. the boy is dead, isn't he? that's why you're here. that's why you've allowed wei wuxian to do all those horrible things to you. it's what you want. punishment. is it because you believe you deserve it or because you hope to divert his wrath so that he doesn't go after your clansmen for what they did to an innocent child?"

lan wangji looks at her, and wen qing knows she's right. "you're wasting his time. this ends now."

"no."

lan wangji tells her the truth. he did save a-yuan before nevernight, but there was no time to return all the way back to cloud recesses before the siege, so he left him with a farmhand's family with a promise to be back for the boy soon. but when he returned to the farm several days later, the place had been razed and the family was found slain - by bandits from the looks it. a-yuan's body was never found, so he remains missing.

"i see." wei wuxian steps out from the shadow. he's heard everything.

"wei ying -"

"i don't need a martyr, lan wangji, just the truth." he releases lan wangji from his spell and tosses bichen onto the ground before him. "go home."

lan wangji of course will not leave. and then maybe wei wuxian keeps him in his own resident and just orders that nobody engages with him or talk to him, hoping to bore him to leave nevernight. maybe one of them gets drunk, maybe both of them gets drunk, in any case alcohol is involved and some very nsfw things happen and for three weeks wei wuxian pretends it never happened while lan wangji just accepts it and doesn't talk about his feelings. maybe bc wei wuxian is really off the rails, some nfsw things happen again except this time sober, and wwx finally just snaps.

"why won't you LEAVE?! why?! look at me - LOOK AT ME - look at what I am now. This!! You can't 'fix' me, Lan Wangji, so FUCK OFF!!"

"I can be useful to you in different ways."

"I - you - "

"you like this body, don't you? so take it. it's yours."

anyways.

jiang cheng's ghost probably still watches this happen and just be like....wow even death can't save me from this drama fml. idk how much of the above i was gonna keep in the offical version. i'm still thinking about it.

[curiosity-killed]

wei wuxian’s body

bc @veliseraptor reminded me

wwx + bodily autonomy, a potentially incoherent jumping-off from this post

this is v hastily written bc i’m literally leaning across an open WIP on my art laptop to write it but it’ll languish in the annals of Things I Meant to Write But Forgot About alongside that other wwx thots™ post i drafted and then abandoned

this also may be less based in canon than HCs but i will contemplate that when/if objections are raised in the notes bc again im trying to do this quickly so i can draw sad sad wangxian

edit: just forewarning this is a very limited read atm without much consideration for other cultural and environmental influences that might impact this so apologies for those limitations. this is, again, a very hasty pile of Thots™

a brief thesis: wwx has never felt that his body is his own

summary of evidence: lack of bodily security as a child on the streets -> perceived debts to yunmeng jiang -> burial mounds -> death -> resurrection

1) childhood

basically, as a kid on the streets, wwx couldn’t take for granted the security and wholeness of his body at any given point; his constant foraging for scraps of food, fighting dogs, etc., p much demolishes the sanctity of his body and makes his physical security extremely conditional

2) debts to yunmeng jiang

thanks to the jiang clan, he is provided with physical security and is able to grow up nurtured and safe. however even here, it is made clear that this is not a condition-less state. he’s reminded he’s the son of a servant elevated above the position he “should” have, he’s disciplined via harsh(ish — depends on your reading of canon/personal headcanons a bit here) physical means, etc.

this is obv most exemplified by the golden core transfer (“that is what I owed Jiang clan” isn’t, i don’t think, at all insincere) but it’s also apparent in things like accepting a physical beating from Zidian, a high-powered spiritual weapon, and resigning himself to having his sword hand cut off if it means the Wen will leave Lotus Pier alone, etc. also madam yu/jiang fengmian ordering him to protect jiang cheng and jiang yanli (i’d pull the direct quotes but again! speed.)

2a) xuanwu cave

here we have, obviously, his diving in to take the branding iron for mianmian but i also think an argument could be made for his staying behind in the cave as being partially due to this. like is it partially just how the pieces fall? sure. but i also think that all things being equal, he would still shove jiang cheng out of the cave and stay behind bc jiang cheng’s life is worth more than his in his view

3) burial mounds

aight this one takes more of a dive into headcanon territory since i insist on slightly-left-of-human!wwx BUT in an effort to keep it canon: esp in novel canon, wwx essentially sacrifices his body again through demonic cultivation given the deterioration of his mind/body/heart thru using resentful energy/stygian tiger seal

3a) empathy

this one is a bit more of a fudge, but basically: empathy requires the user to give over their body/control of the situation to see the other person/spirit’s memories and is indicated to be fairly high risk. who’s noted for being good @ empathy and constantly willing to do it? same guy who’s never believed he has a right to his own body in the first place

4) death

a. novel-verse, he sacrifices himself to destroy the seal in an effort to prevent it getting in the wrong hands/stop the y’know disaster happening

b. CQL-verse, he kills himself to...well, depending on your reading, either make up for the death(s) he’s caused, accept defeat, remove a living pain from the lives of the people he caused, just end it already bc it’s not worth it

but in any case, there’s a level of sacrificing his body/physical life there

5) resurrection

again this varies a lil between CQL and the others and is at its most extreme when he’s resurrected into mo xuanyu’s body, seeing as that is literally not his body and thus carries a bunch of weird consent things

but in either case, he was dragged back to life (apparently at least somewhat against his will — “I wish I were still dead” or smth along those lines in ep 1) and given a body that isn’t his original (i’m still hung up on the fucking mole. what the FUCK) body and isn’t something he asked for and immediately set on a quest that he, again, is pushed into and during which he’ll repeatedly put his body on the line as a sacrifice

conclusion

sorry if this is super incoherent and doesn’t make sense to anyone but me! this is basically a semi-fleshed out but still p skeletal speed reading of my thoughts on the whole thing and, again, done quickly bc i have art to get to

but basically i think the bottom line for me is that wwx’s self sacrificial tendencies come from a confluence of arrogance, sense of obligation/duty, lack of self-worth, and ingrained lack of ownership of his body and i think a major part of any arc post-canon (regardless of which body he’s got) somewhat requires him learning his body as his own and as deserving of protection/preservation

uh

i still don’t know if any of this makes sense LMAO