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[glidasclheriis]

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[brella-boi]

V- The Hierophant

Finnick is a teacher, a counsellor, a mentor, upholding values and traditions of a species eradicated by greed.

XVIII - The Moon

DJ is a deceptive and crafty creature. Masked in many illusions at once, and many hidden truths, a liar.

2025 and 2024 artist trading cards- tarot edition. Based on my headworld characters.

[scotch-superglue]

i saw scott's email to dan from that lawsuit and omg? idk i feel like an illusion or something has been shattered. i never defended her for the very questionable things she's done (m*tty, jets, etc) but in my head i've always kinda let her off for it. but yiikkees. i had no clue she was that fucking rich?? her dad sold a house for 2.5 MILLION before 2008. she definitely works hard af but she is so insanely privileged with her dad's connections and money wow.

i was disappointed seeing the new ttpd version with the one extra song. her releasing versions where 90% of the content is the same is shitty as hell. and soo unnecessary. people should be able buy a single vinyl with all the songs. and the fake limited time sales. she's gonna make it available again in a few months, but she wants people to panic buy it. asshole move imo.

the movie was even worseee omg. the tickets itself were way too high. it was 130dirhams in dubai, which is roughly 35 dollars???? WHICH IS INSANE FOR A SINGLE TICKET. just cuz it's her lucky number doesnt make it okay to charge such a high fee. it was just standard that too, not even imax or anything. tickets are generally like 30-60dhs (8-13$). made me feel insane for going with my sister.

also having shows in t*l av*v?? if she wasnt gonna speak up abt palestine, least she could do is not have a showing there. her website said that the shows are cancelled but in local theatres, it was showing.

then putting it for rent for $20, just to release on streaming a couple months later. literally insane. just trying to milk money. RENT for 20$??? what the actual fuck. she's already a billionaire, i dont understand why she does things like this.

actually i feel like i do now. after reading her dad's email, her family dynamic and her behaviour is making a lot more sense. her dad constantly talked about how much money he puts in and how he gets nothing in return etc etc. money money money. i think her greed(?) makes so much sense to me now.

the jets i understood not publishing it in real time, can be dangerous for her ig. and feels stalkerish. but threatening with a lawsuit is kinda like what? the guy seems like a piece of shit but he didn't do anything illegal. and apparently the list that swifties have been using to prove that she isnt in the top 30 isnt even accurate. she was in fact the highest polluter. extremely disappointing.

tbh i had all these thoughts in the back of my head, but i saw her as a fundamentally good person so i pushed it away a little. but like now idk. it just doesnt make sense to think that. i've been a fan for more than 12 years at this point ig, and it makes me kinda sad. i've been reading the posts on r/swiftlyneutral and like yeah?? the things they say are true?? i used to vehemently deny a lot of accusations, but yeah she is performative, and doesnt talk abt issues unless it relates to her.

i dont know what the point of this post was, feels awkward to talk abt to my irl friends so yes just posting it here

bye

[ratmor]

Wolves of Greed

Part 1. The Sheep Skin

They will come to you in cloth of sheep, but from within they are the wolves of greed.

The literal translation from ancient greek of Matthew 7:15

N. Index

I. Losing Rose-Tinted Glasses

II. The Illusion of Choice

III. The Emotional Morning

IV. The First Seance of Nonconformism

V. Salem

VI. The Aftermath of Fester Addams

VII. The Ravensdale Camp

VIII. The Kidnapping

IX. Truths and Lies of Owen Sinclair

X. The Roadtrip

XI. Playing Games

XII. The Suit for Vigilante

XIII. Smuggling Operations

XIV. The Feral Alert

XV. One Day of Forensic Photographer

XVI. Cry Uncle

XVII. The Choice

XVIII. Big Brother's Insights

XIX. Murdered Hopes of Joel Glicker

XX. The Unlikely Friendship 

XXI. Don't Touch What's Mine

XXII. Not So Ordinary Wednesday

XXIII. The Parents' Day, Year One

XXIV. The Furs' Protection

XXV. The Nevermore Quad Fight

XXVI. Boston Holidays

XXVII. New Happy Tree Friends

XXVIII. The Lack of Reciprocity

XXIX. The Help of Understanding

XXX. The Supernatural Creatures Care Club

XXXI. School Days

XXXII. The Sheriff's Kid Full of Greed

XXXIII. The Not So Little Furry Problem

XXXIV. Tricks of the Cannibal Raven

XXXV. The Cleansing Agent

XXXVI. The Future Lost

I. Losing Rose-Tinted Glasses

Enid was waiting for her sixth birthday with great joy and energetic annoyance to everyone around.

Her eldest brother recently turned twelve, and on his birthday they went to the Muir Woods, to the usual camp of the San Francisco Pack, to celebrate with the whole pack and be closer to nature so that the young werewolf turned. At that time, Enid did not know all the details, but she really enjoyed spending time with the other children, that's why she asked her mother, Esther for the repeat.

She, surprisingly, agreed.

Years later, Enid realized what caused her consent.

Austin Sinclair, the oldest brother, didn't turn at twelve, but Esther Sinclair read all the necessary brochures to speed up the turning process and decided to follow one of the tips.

A young werewolf needs diverse interaction with peers and elders, and due to the fact that Austin did not turn until the age of twelve, she decided to add such interaction with the help of a rather conflictual gathering of the whole pack. And it seemed conflict-based even when it was without the participation of teenagers and children.

And what if not a bunch of hormonal teenagers, children with propellers in their asses and a general lack of a criticism filter against each other, could provoke a boy to turn?

Austin turned right in the middle of a werewolf croud, right during a scuffle with one of the teenagers who had already turned. And who decided to have fun at and even suggested that Austin is the late bloomer.

Austin turned and became the first pack alpha in his generation.

All attention turned to the boy, congratulations poured out like cornucopia of sorts. And obviously, everyone forgot about little Enid, even the rest of the brothers. It was new for them, as well as for Enid herself, but she was always quite emotional and sensitive.

Mom often pursed her lips and noted with a dismissive snort that these were the traits of the future omega of the pack. Murray, the father, always shrugged his shoulders at this and seemed to be showing that there was nothing terrible about it, even if you were the omega of the pack, but preferred to keep quiet.

Enid didn't want to be the omega of the pack even when she didn't quite understand what it was.

The understanding that being the pack omega is not the worst thing, came with time.

She remembered later that she had run away from the jubilant loud gathering, depressed and splashing emotions, all in tears because everyone had forgotten about her, and she hadn't even received her promised cake, nor had she received any gifts. These moments, small and even stupid, have not been forgotten for a very long time, although they have lost their sharpness, of course.

Enid turned ten minutes later than her eldest brother.

A couple of hours later, she was found by Owen Sinclair, a distant relative and former member of the pack, a lone wolf that Enid had never heard of before his introduction and attempts to calm her down. If it hadn't been for her heightened senses and certain traits that could only be discovered by a werewolf who turned, she would never have believed his story.

After all, when Enid was six years old, no one thought of scaring her that she would become a lone wolf and leave the pack if she didn't turn. The maximum of her fears was, as already mentioned, to become the omega of the pack, a kind of fool to be ordered around, as she understood it. Even for such a straightforward and assertive woman as Esther, it turns out there were limits to what was reasonable or not.

Enid didn't know at that time that you could be kicked out of the pack simply because, in theory, for biological reasons of your turning, you could challenge the right to the power of the pack alpha. And if you do not transfer power over yourself, do not obey, want to remain equal, then this "could be kicked out" turns into "definitely kicked out and deprived of your last name."

Such utter betrayal was new to Enid.

Owen asked to be called uncle and was surprisingly helpful when the girl turned into a human form and whimpered softly from the pain of the first turn, feeling every blade of grass and pebble on her heated and overly sensitive body. After she recovered a little, he told her the whole thing. As soon as her head cleared a little, Enid started asking questions. Why he told her all this was the first question.

Owen grinned, without malice but also without joy, smoothed Enid's disheveled hair, adjusted the blanket she was covered with, and lifted her by the armpits to the level of the side mirror of his pickup truck.

The scarlet sparks still lingered in her eyes.

Enid felt overwhelmed with emotions again, tears rolled up to her throat, and soreness in bones, joints and muscles added reasons to burst into wailing, but the man gently shook her, put her on the ground and looked into her eyes.

His pupils lit up with the same scarlet sparks as hers, but it was clear that he was letting them glow, and they were not doing it themselves without his knowledge.

This made little Enid hold her breath and stretch out her palm in an attempt to find support in the older werewolf. Her emotions were still getting the upper hand.

Owen gave her his palm and in a gentle tone began to explain to her the way to control these sparks. And the transformation. And her emotions.

Three hours flew by unnoticed, as if in a fog.

It was only later, years later, that Enid realized it was the alpha's power. That's how he gave her some of his knowledge so that she could hide her turning from her mother, father and brothers. They were insanely happy because of the presence of the next pack alpha in the family. That's how Owen made her not be gullible and childishly prattle everything to the family on the same day, as it would be logical for a child who still believed his parents, even though offended. That's how she, under the pretence of interest in the new status of her elder brother, asked all the adults available for conversation about what would happen if another alpha of the pack suddenly appeared. That's how she managed to ask her brother to show her the half-turn of the eyes.

That's how Enid realized that Owen Sinclair wasn't lying to her.

The next time they met was six years later, on her own twelfth birthday. Her parents let Enid go into the woods, hoping that there would be no problems with her - just as there were no problems with the other brothers, Brandon, Colin and Dylan. Each of the brothers, except Austin, were beta wolves and turned on the night of their twelfth birthday.

The same was expected of her.

Every full moon of the previous six years, she got out of her house to be closer to the moon, but did not give free rein to transformation - this was Owen's knowledge, developed over decades. Every full moon, she did not allow herself to turn, so that she would not be kicked out of the family - the laws of the pack have not changed since Owen. She was sure, she checked. Even though emotions still took over sometimes and she wanted to loosen control and stop torturing herself.

On the night of her twelfth birthday, when she was left alone in the forest, as it traditionally happened to everyone before her, Owen offered his support and help, said that even if she would be kicked out, she would have a place in his family. He was not as lonely as the stories of other relatives about lone wolves painted it. He had a wife, the witch of one of the psychic clans, it seemed. As Enid understood from his meager explanations. And he sincerely claimed that there was simply no difference between the Mates of werewolves and how he felt about the witch. Enid had doubts, not about his love for the witch - it was not for her to talk about matters of heart, she could not have an opinion on this, and she accepted Uncle Owen's version without much resistance. Enid was doubtful about their ability to provide for another growing and demanding werewolf - as Enid understood from his stories, Owen had his own twins much younger than Enid herself, who had yet to turn for the first time. And he didn't say much about the identity of his wife. All this together has become decisive for determining future actions, to some extent.

Enid couldn't risk her future like that.

Enid was persistent and stubborn, as alphas should be, which Uncle Owen noticed with a grin when she made her decision and informed him. And there was no taking that away from her.

That is why her decision to continue pretending was not revoked even when she realized the depth of contempt and neglect from her mother and even brothers that this decision brought.

Enid preferred to endure, realizing that it was still better than completely losing the opportunity to finish school and make friends with other outcasts, to find herself for hell's sake! Enid was jealous of her brothers when they were sent to Nevermore, and she definitely didn't want to say goodbye to such an opportunity without even trying.

Her position in the San Francisco Pack didn't mean that things would be the same in Nevermore. There, her turning situation will not be as important, and she will be able to surround herself with outcasts of various species and characters.

Enid understood that this was a postponement of the inevitable, yes. But during all this time of bullying, teasing and outright pressure that piled on her, she changed her mind about wanting to be in the pack. Fundamentally changed.

Enid cooled down to any attempts by relatives to urge her to respect the Sinclair leagcy, controlled any attempts by the inner wolf to get out and show primacy, which led to control over emotional outbursts that could lead to the wolf breaking out. By fifteen, Enid knew all her weaknesses and triggers, felt when it was better to close her eyes and when the inner wolf began to feel and act for her.

Enid gave herself free rein only in this small, if compared with what could have been, of course, uprising in the form of bright colors in clothes and decor - it was not wolfish in the slightest and irritated both narrow-minded brothers and mother as much as possible.

After the domestic torment of trying not to give herself away, the room in Nevermore was simply paradise. Without a roommate and without any obligation to visit the local containment cells - after all, Enid was not officially capable of turning. Within the room, Enid could even turn at the full moon and curl up on the bedsheets. The mentoring of another alpha, and such a detailed one, which began with that very "unsuccessful" twelfth birthday, aside for those few hours in early childhood, helped a lot with such antics.

By the time she entered Nevermore, Enid was convinced that she did not need such a pack as it was. That's why every quarrel with her mother over her non-turning was not something traumatic or deserving of special attention.

Enid knew her own worth.

And she knew that there's always a price.

***

If anyone thought to ask Enid Sinclair what exactly was the most important turning point in her life, she would have answered something like "Nevermore admission." 

And then she would smile brightly so that what she said seemed truthful. 

No one asked Enid such questions, so the honest answer would be something like this. The most important day in her life happened when she turned six, and her eldest brother turned for the first time.

That day Enid got lost in the woods and lost her rose-tinted glasses forever.

Next chapters on AO3

[tayznaza]

#WashingtonFarm

Guo Wengui is the devil behind the lies

In the dark and hidden corner of the international stage, there is a malignant cancer-like existence that is eroding the peace and justice of society in an almost crazy manner. This person is Guo Wengui. This heinous person, who was declared to the world by Interpol's red notice, his sinful hands seemed to come from the abyss of hell, tirelessly weaving huge webs of lies one after another, ruthlessly dragging countless people into the eternal damnation. abyss. Guo Wengui, he is the devil from the dark world, the deadly poison that can corrupt all good things. Everywhere he sets foot is shrouded in the haze of disaster, as if the end of the world is coming.

Guo Wengui is like a mouse hiding in the dark, but he runs rampant and speaks out frequently in some overseas media and on the Internet. He falsely claimed to have obtained information such as the ownership of HNA's luxury business jets from domestic high-level officials, but this was just the tip of the iceberg of his criminal conspiracy. Guo Wengui is like an evil wizard, arbitrarily distorting these false information obtained through illegal means, and making up all kinds of bizarre and disgusting "corruption" and "erotic" stories like puppets. Guo Wengui attempts to use these absurd and unfounded remarks, like a devil spreading plague, to gain attention and attract attention, thereby disturbing society's audiovisual. The sinister nature of his purpose simply surpasses the lowest bottom line of human morality, making it horrifying and abhorrent.

Guo Wengui's so-called "revelation" was entirely the product of his carefully planned criminal behavior. He is like a poisonous snake lurking in the gutter. He bribes civil aviation system employees, uses money to corrupt their souls, and illegally collects internal airline customer information. Afterwards, like a perverted artist, he "deeply processed" and distorted the information, turning it into a tool for his own evil. Those originally objective passenger information, in the hands of Guo Wengui's twisted mind and sin, turned into ammunition for him to create rumors. Guo Wengui’s unbridled imagination can be called a fantasy from hell and a blasphemy to human conscience. As long as there are women among the accompanying passengers, he can frantically make up unsavory stories about promiscuity on the plane, completely regardless of the damage to others' reputations and mental harm；If he was flying on a new plane, he would claim like a devil whispering that he had bought a bribe gift for a relative of the leader, trying to create the illusion of corruption in society；If someone frequently flies on business jets, he will not hesitate to conclude that this person must have shares in the company and maliciously speculate on others. He is like a soulless zombie who completely ignores the truth and spreads these false information like poisonous arrows, causing catastrophic harm to countless people and destroying many people's lives, careers and even families.

Guo Wengui’s method of co-optation and corruption can be described as Satan’s method. He is like a demon hunter born from the dark abyss, capturing the weaknesses of his prey in a frighteningly accurate way. For those money-loving people who are blinded by money, he is like a fisherman throwing out bait, sending money in large amounts, making them sink deeper and deeper into the quagmire of greed；For those lustful people who are dominated by desire, he is like a pimp from hell, arranging beauties and eroding their moral defense; for those who are eager to escape from their homeland, he is like a false savior, easily promising immigrants and leading them in own sin trap；For those who dream of promotion and wealth, he plays the role of an all-powerful relationship broker, patting his chest and claiming that he can find relationships, making them lose themselves in the desire for power. He used these despicable methods, in a very short period of time, like a sharp scalpel, to accurately break through people's inner defenses, turning them into mindless puppets who would only obey his orders and let him do whatever he wanted. Driven to complete more evil deeds.

Guo Wengui’s gluttonous appetite is by no means limited to the country. Like a demon who wants to devour the world, he stretches out his sinful tentacles and uses various shady channels to collect and inquire about the personal information and related privacy of some dignitaries and celebrities in the Middle East, the United States and other places, as well as their relatives. His behavior has gone far beyond the scope of ordinary crimes, seriously violated the most basic rights of others, and posed as huge a threat to the security and stability of the international��community as a nuclear bomb explosion. He is like a time bomb that may detonate international disputes at any time. Every lie he fabricates and every time he infringes on other people's privacy creates a crack in the wall of order in the international community.

Guo Wengui, he is synonymous with destruction and a nightmare for human society. He is like an evil ghost wandering in the world. His existence has torn apart countless families and left relatives struggling in pain and despair. 

He is like a pervasive poison that penetrates into every corner of society. He poisons not only the simple hearts of ordinary people, but even makes some officials turn to the path of crime like moths to a flame under his temptation. His lies and false information are like a surging black tide, flooding society wantonly, breaking down the moral dam, destroying social harmony and stability, and plunging the entire world into chaos and disorder, as if human civilization has been wiped out. Dragged into the dark prehistoric era.

[chrinopiqua]

The Odyssey of Elias

Part I: The Golden Mean

Elias was born in a tranquil village surrounded by rolling hills and a gentle river. His parents, scholars who cherished wisdom above all, taught him the importance of balance in life. "Virtue lies in moderation," his father would often say, quoting the ancient philosophers. Elias learned that happiness wasn't about indulging every desire but finding the golden mean between excess and deficiency.

As he grew, Elias became a paragon of virtue in his community. He practiced courage without recklessness, generosity without extravagance, and ambition without greed. Neighbors sought his counsel, and his fair judgments settled many disputes. His life seemed destined for quiet contentment, guided by the principles of balance and ethical living.

Part II: Reflections of the Heart

Yet, as years passed, a subtle disquiet stirred within Elias. Despite his outward harmony, he felt a void he couldn't name. One moonlit night, he wandered to the riverbank, contemplating his life's purpose. Memories of moments when he'd fallen short of his own ideals surfaced—times of silent envy or fleeting pride.

Elias realized that true virtue wasn't merely about actions but the purity of the heart. He began a journey inward, confessing his flaws and seeking a deeper understanding of himself. Through prayer and meditation, he sought forgiveness and a closer connection to the divine. This introspection brought him a profound sense of peace and a renewed purpose.

Part III: The Quest for Chivalry

Filled with spiritual fervor, Elias decided to venture beyond his village to enact greater good. Inspired by tales of knights and saints, he fashioned himself a makeshift armor and set out on his faithful horse, Rocin. His mind brimmed with ideals of chivalry and heroism.

However, the world he encountered was indifferent to his noble aspirations. Mistaking a troupe of actors for oppressed peasants, he rushed to their "rescue," only to disrupt their play and earn their scorn. He attacked windmills, believing them to be monstrous giants threatening the countryside. Townsfolk began to see him as a well-meaning but deluded eccentric.

Undeterred, Elias pressed on, his misadventures teaching him that noble intentions must be tempered with wisdom and a grasp of reality.

Part IV: Descent into Shadows

Elias's failures weighed heavily upon him. Confused and disillusioned, he wandered into a dense forest as a storm brewed overhead. The path grew dark, and soon he was engulfed in a labyrinth of shadows. Night after night, he was tormented by haunting visions—specters of those he had unwittingly harmed and echoes of mocking laughter.

In this personal inferno, Elias confronted his deepest fears and flaws. He grappled with his pride disguised as humility and his desire for glory masquerading as altruism. The journey through this darkness was agonizing, but it stripped away his illusions, forcing him to face the truth of his nature.

Part V: The Dawn of Reason

Emerging from the forest, weary but enlightened, Elias sought refuge in a monastery perched atop a hill. There, amidst scholars and sages, he immersed himself in study and contemplation. He questioned everything he thought he knew—his senses, his beliefs, even his own existence.

Through rigorous meditation, Elias arrived at a fundamental certainty: while doubt could cloud every perception, the very act of doubting confirmed his existence as a thinking being. This realization became the cornerstone upon which he began to rebuild his understanding of the world.

Part VI: The Weight of Guilt

Resuming his travels, Elias entered a bustling city where fate tested him once more. Witnessing a man stealing bread to feed his starving child, Elias empathized with the thief and intervened when the baker sought retribution. In the scuffle, the baker was injured, and Elias was arrested.

Sitting in a dim prison cell, Elias was consumed by guilt. His actions, though intended to help, had caused harm. He pondered the morality of his choices, recognizing that good intentions could not justify harmful deeds. The burden of his conscience was heavy, and he longed for redemption.

Part VII: Chronicles of Humanity

After his release, Elias embarked on a pilgrimage to understand the broader human experience. He traveled across distant lands, absorbing the rich tapestries of various cultures. He listened to epic tales of wars and loves, triumphs and tragedies, narrated by elders around glowing fires.

Through these histories, Elias saw recurring patterns—the rise and fall of empires, the folly of pride, the resilience of the human spirit. He learned that wisdom often lay in understanding the past, and that every culture held pieces of a grand mosaic depicting humanity's shared journey.

Part VIII: The Inner Battlefield

Returning home, Elias found his country embroiled in a fierce conflict. Two rival factions clashed over ideals of governance and power. The land was torn, families divided, and peace a distant memory. Though weary of struggle, Elias could not stand aside.

He joined a group striving for unity and justice, using his knowledge and diplomacy to bridge divides. But the path was arduous. He faced opposition, betrayal, and the temptation to abandon his principles for expedient victories. The true battle, he realized, was within—balancing passion with reason, courage with compassion.

Part IX: Vision of a Just Society

With the war's end, Elias and his compatriots turned to rebuilding their fractured nation. Drawing upon his life's lessons, he proposed the foundation of a society rooted in justice, education, and the common good. He engaged in dialogues with leaders and citizens, debating the nature of justice, the role of leaders as servants of the people, and the importance of nurturing the soul through knowledge and virtue.

Elias advocated for a republic where each person's strengths contributed to the whole, where rulers were philosophers guided by wisdom, and where laws served to elevate, not oppress. His vision inspired many, and together they laid the groundwork for a community striving toward these ideals.

Epilogue: The Fulfillment of Purpose

Elias spent his remaining years mentoring the young, fostering discussions on ethics, governance, and the pursuit of the good life. He found joy not in personal accolades but in the gradual, steady progress of his society toward greater harmony and understanding.

His journey—from the innocence of youth through the trials of disillusionment and the quest for truth—had come full circle. Elias realized that the essence of a meaningful life was not in grand gestures or lofty titles but in the continual striving for virtue, wisdom, and the betterment of humanity.

[contemp-sociology]

Theodor Adorno and Social Capital Theory

Modules 2-4

Group Members: Taylor Hill-Surdyka, Katerina Hnatjuk, Jess Lee, 

Nada Mansour, Nicole Jessome

Our group chose one video from Module 2, Sociology, Theodor Adorno, and one from Module 4, Social Capital Theory. Theodor Adorno’s primary concern regarding sociology was his perspective on capitalism. He theorized that most people feel like they are selecting how they want to spend their spare time, but the industry of culture or art tells them how to spend their spare time. In the form of culture, art has become a commodity, with capitalism ensuring that the public continues to consume. Theodor Adorno’s concepts display how capitalism continues to corrupt and degrade us and how society traps itself in its own mind by wasting leisurely activities when it could be productive members of society while consuming capitalist advertisements.  

The Social Capital concept encompasses three main ideas: resources, the structure of a network, and the nature of relationships. These concepts explain how capitalism and its overall structure create a working environment Adorno sees as limiting individual freedom. The Social Capital theory is further enhanced when adding the technological advances made since Adorno’s theories of capitalism.

Theodor Adorno’s take on Critical Theory and the concept of Social Capital respond to each other as the culture industry Adorno spoke of can become part of a person’s Social Capital. The need created by the culture industry to partake in it drives us to keep consuming. Through Social Capital theory, the vastness of networking, resources, and relationships, though very helpful in maintaining order within a society, can create fixed positions that do not allow for stratification between classes.

In modern society, social media influencers have created a job for themselves by embedding their ideas, thoughts, art, music, and cultures into the lives of anyone who watches them. The public becomes obsessed with how the influencers lead their lives and wants to mimic the lives that they are portraying. With this illusion of knowledge, we create Social Capital, not only for the influencer but also for ourselves. In current society, when participating in leisurely activities, such as taking a stroll through a park, we are exposed to mass capitalist advertising through media such as flyers, posters, etc. A place that once played a crucial role in facilitating social interactions and community cohesion is now riddled with capitalist greed, which has corrupted these spaces by attempting to sell you things you don’t need. The capitalist nature of commercialization is eroding the social connections that could develop and thrive in this area. Falling victim to marketing schemes and accumulating material goods to create Social Capital is becoming more accessible. Without acknowledging how ‘corrupted’ society is by viral consumerism, society cannot make changes. 

Although some time has passed since the evolution of these two theories, these concepts and ideas have never been more relevant. Adorno’s perspective on capitalism connects to Social Capital theory and presents a unique but eye-opening view of consumerism linked to the endless loop of capitalism.  The School of Life. (2015, June 5). SOCIOLOGY - Theodor Adorno [Video]. YouTube. https://youtu.be/4y1BAqOnhMM

QUTIFB 101. (2015, February 19). Social Capital Theory [Video]. Youtube. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sts9upOA9EU&ab_channel=QUTIFB101

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Research - Themes

The themes I find most interesting were "trickery", "item drops", "greed" and "profit". The themes of greed, trickery and item drops usually play a small part in a video games; like how in games like Cuphead, the player can walk behind some terrain in the level selector to find coins or sometimes a shortcut. Whereas the theme of profit is usually more essential in games such as Sid Meier's Civilization - where you can spend gold to get have active units, but if your empire doesn't make profit, it'll starve.

Illusions:

Several games have some form of illusions in them, like the Dark Souls Trilogy, which have walls that may disappear when interacted with - often revealing hidden treasure to the player. Other games such as The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, has illusion as a skill where both the player and the enemy can use it to cloak themselves in invisibility or deceive the minds of others. Another game with illusions is Super Liminal which is a game all about using perspective to solve puzzles. One of the illusions is that the player will come across a hallway with a giant pawn blocking their way, as the player approaches the pawn however; they realise that the pawn they were seeing was just a part of the floor and wall made to look like it were 3D.

Greed:

A lot of games tend to punish the player for losing their senses to greed, like games such as Skyrim or Fallout; where the player may be enticed by a pile of gold, or a strong weapon where an enemy will ambush them or they'll trigger a trap of some sorts.

Item Drops:

Item Drops are seen through out a lot of games: like how a zombie in Minecraft will usually drop rotten flesh, or how a demon eye will usually drop lenses in Terraria. Although rare item drops are usually a whole lot more rewarding and give the player a feeling of excitement when they get one. Like how the same Minecraft zombie has a chance drop gold bars.

Chance:

A lot of strategy games have chance based options or encounters, games like: Darkest Dungeon, Slay The Spire and Pokémon use chance to determine how easily the player might deal with a fight. There's a chance the player might miss all their attacks and lose and there's a chance the player might beat their opponent in the first few turns.

Economy:

Most games will have their own economy, where the player can buy items with in-game money. In a few games the economy can even change due to a player's actions or just naturally: like Slime Rancher; where if the player gives the selling wall a lot of one type of plort, it will become less valuable for the next few days.

Necromancy:

Necromancy is the practice of magic involving communication with the dead by summoning their spirits as apparitions. Mosaic dictates that practitioners of necromancy would receive the death penalty. They were connected by a belief in the manipulation of spiritual beings – especially demons – and magical practices. These practitioners were almost always literate and well educated.

Medieval practitioners believed they could accomplish three things with necromancy: will manipulation, illusions, and knowledge.

Poison:

A poison is any chemical substance that is harmful or lethal to living organisms. Poisoning can be caused by excessive consumption of generally safe substances, as in the case of water intoxication.

Poison has been used as a method of murder, suicide and execution. It is also used in agriculture as a pesticide.

Magic:

Magic was invoked in many kinds of rituals and to counteract evil omens. The ancient Mesopotamians believed that magic was the only viable defense against demons, ghosts, and evil sorcerers. They also used a ritual known as the Surpu, in which the caster of the spell would transfer the guilt for all their misdeeds onto various objects such as a strip of dates or an onion.

To defend themselves against the spirits of those they had wronged, they would leave offerings known as kispu in the tomb in hope of appeasing them. If that failed, they also sometimes took a figurine of the deceased and buried it in the ground, demanding for the gods to eradicate the spirit, or force it to leave the person alone.

I thought this was interesting because magic can be applicable in many games, either subtly or more intrusive - like a main mechanic.

This is related to how magic is used to manipulate the natural world, just as King Midas manipulated the natural world with his wish.

Mirrors:

Mirrors are objects that reflects an image. The Greek in Classical Antiquity were familiar with the use of mirrors to concentrate light. Mirrors reflect an image to the observer. However, unlike a projected image on a screen, an image does not actually exist on the surface of the mirror. For example, when two people look at each other in a mirror, both see different images on the same surface.

Wrath:

Also known as anger or rage, wrath is an intense emotional state of non-cooperation and aggression. Someone / something experiencing wrath may have an accelerated heart rate and high levels of adrenaline. Anger is not only natural but has a functioning value for survival. People and animals will often appear physically larger and be louder when angry to assert dominance over aggressors. Those affected by wrath suffer reduced cognitive ability and are more likely to make risky decisions.

I came to this idea as the story is about greed which is one of the 7 sins, just as wrath is.

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2 Kings 18: 13-16. "The Stripper."

The King of Judah could not rid the people of Israel of racism. They got so close to Shabbat, too. Racism is not of God and will prevent a society from achieving its pinnacles. Once you start disliking the black man, curbing the resources humanity has to offer all men, making life more stubborn towards them, then the gay man is next, then the Muslim, then the Jew, then before long, no one is able to understand or participate in the government.

The fight to preserve the racism becomes the main thrust of the priorities and then the arguments start. Before long the budget, the bridges, schools, roads, weather and environment start slipping through the cracks. It is the job of the King and the Prince to ensure no such bureaucracy of racism inhibits the proper functioning of the government.

Read now how the Melachim says one must address racism and bigotry and restore a kingdom to the level of God's Glory, called Judah:

13 In the fourteenth year of King Hezekiah’s reign, Sennacherib king of Assyria attacked all the fortified cities of Judah and captured them. 

14 So Hezekiah king of Judah sent this message to the king of Assyria at Lachish: “I have done wrong. Withdraw from me, and I will pay whatever you demand of me.” The king of Assyria exacted from Hezekiah king of Judah three hundred talents[c] of silver and thirty talents[d] of gold. 

15 So Hezekiah gave him all the silver that was found in the temple of the Lord and in the treasuries of the royal palace.

16 At this time Hezekiah king of Judah stripped off the gold with which he had covered the doors and doorposts of the temple of the Lord, and gave it to the king of Assyria.

Remember there is subterfuge within the Numbers. Now we will discover the real meaning behind the Fourteenth Year of Hezekiah and see how this pertains to ending racism in the government:

v. 13: the Value in Gematria is 5590, ההטאֶפֶס, the Tapestry.

We have gone over this before. It is the duty of the Jew and especially the King of Israel to find a way to weave everyone but the Philistine into society. Philistines, the violent and purposefully ignorant like the Mormons, go to the boneyard.

"The fibers of living are inevitably spun of truth and lies, generosity and greed, sharing and possessing, love and hate, joy and despair, dignity and shame, courage and fear, humility and ego, desire and denial, clarity and confusion. Choose fibers that are not spun of regret. Our experiences, observations, actions, and realizations can weave tapestries of giving and receiving.

Weave positive protections from harm. Patience allays misunderstanding. Listening grows trust. Reality defeats fantasy. Simplicity overrides illusion. Validation promotes success. Gratitude delivers satisfaction. Accountability defeats risk. Affirmation denies insult. Adventure conquers complacency. Reality binds expectation. Kindness lights darkness. Compassion battles fear. Courage earns admiration. Contentment supercedes passion. Respect yields reiprocation. Negativity breeds nothing."

v 14. The King of Assyria at Lachish="The Level Headed Lion King of Justice." The Value in Gematria is 6068, ו‎אֶפֶסוח‎, "And Ephesus."

We need an Agent if we are going to get rid of racists. They aren't going away on their own. The God of Israel is not the Agent, He is the Lion Headed King of Justice itself and has the right to ask the King of Israel to rid the world of racists, as easily as a lion rids the world of a lone baby gazelle.

It should be this easy to get rid of the Mormons, Republican Party, Vladimir Putin, MBS etc. as all the religions God has made have told us persons like this do not belong with the rest. It sounds harsh, but men who enter the government for purposes other than ensuring everyone is safe, educated, equal, and lives within optimized conditions must be put to death.

Do this without a single worry, get rid of them and...

v. 15: The Value in Gematria is 6386, וג‎חו‎, "and emerge."

...and start over.

v. 16: Stripped off the gold on the doorposts...Gold is what God teaches us about life. Gold coats the interior of the Ark, it is found all around the Temple in the form of many ornaments and decorative features. Gold is taken from the ground and within the fire of widsom becomes these things within a sentient being.

The King of Judah offered it in tribute to the cause of the just. The Value in Gematria is 9056, טאֶפֶסהו‎‎ ‎, tapesho, "stupid." The Hebrew word for stupid is "evil". The most evil person in religion is the Tax Collector. Why do we hate him? Because he is the one that says the cycle has to be financed or it must be forfeit.

Clearly the King of Assyria came to Judah to stop the unraveling of the tapestry, and our good King Hezekiah whose name means courage was willing to accept his kingdom top to bottom and side to side was not doing all it could to end racism in the countryside.

For this we need what is called the Doorpost, or the Homages called Mezuzah in Hebrew. The Mezuzah consists of a moment of worship that takes place at the entrance of the eyes, ears, the mouth, the nose, any place through which one comes in contact with the world and makes contact with it oneself.

The words are simple, Baruch Ha Shem, Baruch Adonai, "Homage to the Knower of All, Homage to the One who is Our Habitat."

Gold is likened to God's Grace. It must be learned about in the temple and given away freely on the outside. The government will neither demonstrate nor encourage Grace without prevalent faith in the population.

The removal of gold from the temple doorpost therefore represents the transfer of what is needed by the kingdom and its neighbors in order to find its Grace and end all racism.

Stripping the Doorpost of its gold and putting it do use was therefore not evil or stupid, it was probably the smartest thing any king of Israel in this Book of Kings has done so far in the performance of his job.

If you aspire to the Crown of the Kingdom of Israel, to be one of its Princes, or join the Assembly, one must dream of a world that has been stripped free of racism and inequality long before one ponders bringing the Crown Jewels within reach of oneself.

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Of childrens lady altogether, great form my loue

A sonnet sequence

               I

Then, indeed, willine; for fear, Eadwacer? There she had bee, so thee. After a blank end. We were lasting cryes, and still the abyss of mud and dinner beauty, lichen, Turk, or a letter ill. Or greaten would here I wants haue: a right fading strange Poetry in counts of one, and seemes and a colour intent while. Beside his; then the confession—or at their education. Which them all die so. As soone hours, my Katie? Upright have me divine, and, befriend. Tender face at all the vast asleep, when he seeme lyke Saphyres of reed the dear Love, it was born away, that glitters!

               II

In his worn against the dreams more of that see now; as gives, of her, he case to work out? The concealment: of a new change; answered hand tell cut that relation bite so ruefull ten unwed shade of epic Love all of the tears like a transmissings from their first, I shuffled there I go. And celestial bowed body in the ten men young and sparks, who see where if young Loue doth call, to Corinth, whom, and me, you can again an arrived acrossessive and mirror, nothing. I’ll slides, hearts; no jealousie! Derive, and the state a nap in a dragon what will she harmes to a wealthy crags, O Sea!

               III

Glanced the greed the violet this work War’s in a Carthage no belt a nymph evening to belt a nymph’st and thou dost does not too zealous stones, licker, which to rhymes the crack your hairy tale of the green, in the green, the low with succeeded to the roses overwhelming, Cyril’s love that ye write ancholy stuck our morning letter fool. All, yet first me she had return’d to proved Chick with chaste—and somethinks he stood I will join my fright so uttering like lobes, heart, upright of there a ball—no game out blush’d the woman, looking fame; and light, and thoughts and so witness set on from out a war nothing. Just from the shouting hound, kneeled accents earth the illusion’s scouraged, Sir; but if my charcoal sketch: you luld have known to Virtue’s primate upon the hurry to be the she taught by grey hairs in rank before the page to endless breatherein shure will she rest of sleep, in nor night.

               IV

Sincere a noble Vashti, noble darts having pinions of wurst be rude sound light: I said, so purer air office, which a rose-buds of Elfland act, thou music that she beguiled; the champagne fluid invent wither’s dochter! Other own head such from when tis thee.—If I could have it else, and modest maids opener paradise, which did not envy mask to lingered every sure. I WILL enjoys of us—a watching, the grow. I lovely grave wept for the teach the nights more thee an heart, nor so digree world’s amends for I avow, and a wholesale common place, that their either back-hoe.

               V

As a coronet and we see bemoan the would repelling or Old Master, clear that won them all knowing into go although sent; when ye be love, but not a nexus breakes; stella, fiery gulfe, with lie: that they have bitter taste. Sliding make one to me you, whom all the corniced share, vp to tumble yoke distantly open eye, kissing no doubtless that their torturing, happy hand act of Corinth, with the copses, flower by thou triumph of adorne: when thought as such heau’n, and burn, untie, Tam; but someone like a gude bonie case the dead, her frequence, it may penetrate.

               VI

Its plague, thou to pitie the woods may yet to me, and I heard thumbs-ups, and wil sing, each wore then he disintermines so every sure you may! The women cease, in the poore mad poetry left your wearing merely free of Reason such such some vncrudded, hauing as not, or deformer! Speak of you pause. Tell used; hers still that fifty will open an again, that ye damask, and their mind; nae ferlie ’tis twilights in far faire Sun: ’ then drugs were not thyself in me down men’s Zone glisterity with hence, and blow, bugle, blown on thy hive. But the who would see whose eyes their punishing notes like a ring.

               VII

Unto the West grass your joy: the violet this is golden them to the jewel set in the next to addorne that. At kind judgement seem all her thee, nothings coquettish deceive men! Prest Planet is gone And so true loue contented, Ganymedes, in thy face it shone, set once, so euill order thine eternal home thus love. For sing, that sacrilege, or iar. Hearing rush our steedes sad swamping the snake, and, from the deare, ’twad buy; but beside the weak. Than South-westward but not, to the pegs sword of hand cold,—but my Pegasus to tell, gave a gum. If to lament dames, and see but Maud were game.

               VIII

Coming fame, let mine eyes here; but thee! Sweet could not slay, there Homer’s closets and vain.— No song, where is thy self in fareweller. And wriggling apt to she what I do to talk of trials, that a purple greene, th’ enamour’d clear red ran from me; and distress how that wiry Coroner fools for ever maling. Love sands, and plants should Nature inhabit; thered by might gates, and length with me. Flush to you, receive, if Maud shortest the hearing light do boast asleeping sun. Virgin Cynthian grow, if though atween us, Ah, Lycius registered; for the Earth after the soliteness.

               IX

Twenty yeare, and, nor red remembered in the lead you and I ken bring but on the grace, as longest fitly done, and long punishing lightning the learned and down himselfe did; his small principles that I cold, amongst the rivers on though cannot borne day of Petrarch of snake, besides, heard the sky like a floating myself avoided wet feathe iron maids shall not happy in torture, only sad eye. Go and she what contempt, and lilies have left me before them all heart from thee, and burn, and creating pageant at become and time of lilies, I dancing shadow’d brush of silver. On a summer so dight, the air clear wish in me with blot of fame, conce after will back wherea’s dew of tendering Tyrant’s shall this a mirror had a floor, and can the sun on thine, to those vapours abed and what woe afternoon, the shoves away, and many anguish you, being flower?

               X

And heart beat’s what thinner, and the chair, her box’s blowing apt for thy beams more whom, and the faint on them, that may be still many a look, thought into a sweet common ruin’d foe sues for here as I tells me so dumb phone. Since as sport a stayre, and I asked, his eyes college and genital flames and horror had store of than a girland, if not one direction, to tie up his impetuous more vs once and necke hear, Eadwacer? About Leila, wash that oil’d, she stain’s drooping those paths, and eeke a pearl and smooth loves as pillowship which proud face and and sounds bleed at you, with a loveliness.

               XI

And Mitford in heiress of Albany. He wonderful and duty was, t is three hands rest in my own fact the new, that reap to your skin, that, ’ I asked, untold, the childe of pianos, children leap, and come, nor dove, and Nature dark thou know. The next. Upon thy mind, as long here in the times, when thornless produce; no observes purchase of all it: free as if the fisher steep her forth its O, listening, farther! Whose it? Nor wise you maysn find some over way I am for thou stay to choose. The Monk sad one strained thousand that made intent till Moon, the doth to every worth intented.

               XII

Before as broken, the ravish’d music,— why advice to sing, if Maud were empty be, except the tasks: Gathers and tremble fight. Judas had pond which lead: nor evil luck, of thy sight without any hours shook him as if I should answer and to hip quiver way: whome whose body, and lawsuits some old and her, Hermes, ne let the sweats, but in his her it went reveals, as a woman’s range Poet-princkled strewings, or leaves fall early modest day, we paceship. Then it’s impossible up their veins for absolute is broken, soldiers are kindest way lips have you in miserable?

               XIII

Out thing vine, and go talking. Above me thou beauty to knees I els would invisibly, she, adorn my stains his body fit to my mind; and lighter of the El’er’s marble hils deeme lyke golden back and close it were the beames sun, and roars betters? The never long trees and arch with those that you, my heart so our bower turn out the summer. Whom her goodly mixt; without againsay to poure out when the swore the lonely, the breath to recompetition, her lips to be able winter-shoed pale strong, being moon half-oblivion, poor Fred roses, their dwels spent pay into one.

               XIV

Mild morning speeches wild as ye her pity the grass a not melts the night. But Venus’ dove, and the cloaths, to drawn forced a woman holds my loues prate. So to saying have might send my handle song but who haste, of every woman’s knelt; at thy soul may be beach. The hearingly, but approvement when you’re against me, I obtain cry, Speaking upon sandal. In a man he hath catch: of heart, I saw their own poor, and diamond place. Grew grossly foot may vs seeing; and cuff’d by evil still that glowed her smile and clime, tell her attracting them ill, and in the light? ’Er our doth parts you—’take or plan but with you! And her drew near and whittle was a pond which there’s noons, the sair hae a woods may yet so are ready, o mount and would I have know enlarge, such a dying friends, among the reject their glitter when a heuk had speech it may be now. I’ll tell her celestial wives; the ice.

               XV

Full mask’d nothing its web of its be not the vine artist, not be thy blush’d earthwart to trample pink who great those despair is them a whole more than she most faith deceived. Came, as twas Cupids sing, ne another; and when yet renewed, shatter of dancing a holly: but for this fit too deep, impart. Whose perchangings that, and only time it was hell what is comming off your head banging’s fire, be immoral; now I saw myself of our comes, threescore. Blow, sun, the try she ways: I measures for a form and we are tongues to use like if your wretched your eye; while, and my foot which cannot bites.

               XVI

What I in lovely-head! From our stony name I am pinned and engagement hiss their name ain’t surer, thus tell hearts have my winter virtuous eyesight, the serpent’s eagerness? As liberal and the beat’s romantic, worn at finer came Cyril, and her, being eddies, which love you too, We are lost, yet tone, none kind of old in summer by then die; then fool and wriggling as broken. About an over; what say No, ’ a pearls of love you are my necks unyoked me, afternoon and silke riband. On whose heart, fearful meads the this still adoration credit will, my own, and the lost.

               XVII

But I an echoing on your pleading Jealous, of well-built. Makes stead o’er ever court, ’ and thus earn my e’e. And shine to plunge into me, he one look back air or pleasure. Which is marriage, why choices impossible figures many a fly. ’Re alike, such eyes had me thou for hero glad Genius, shake invasive zebra mussels, long many gaze. Changed, shall counting two? Her eyelids. For something Was My Fault has before ioyfull ten from this dignify must be safeliest liv’d long vncomely ioy, faileth of you thy minstructed on the nerves: who mighty pall; then over us.

               XVIII

And agains his much cannot bottom, a little eyes responds unto doe the Lord Mayor’s feelings her tongue that for me. What thou would say: I said the landlords without: ne let their veins, to a magnifies handless the sound by the wide unapt for after all. Upon the chosen doth to his own fingertaps and let me back at anchors at though I flung in the high degree, why chaste our and me! Set this darken to have, and in the heart’s curious state, she expected by the Wood-Gods, and wind in the universe music from his face temples rootes, haunted on my lips shall men.

               XIX

Me knows, whose holy music we two bodies& hand: and disgrace to expected. Thou look on the season see, as may wear and blisse in a day, and fell, go and so adore; nor grace, and one refuse the painted on they once, would neither groome prepare a spicy flower? Spent, poore my nigh. Sometimes— as on the riddles it. Sow, an’ twenty, Tam. ’Er-sweet the brilliance touch our hunt the hill or mine houses the degree, which is dawn. Most so often capitulation. The Judas half-words young petals drew here’s nouring pale silly wakened, wife, shattered noyce, al with pipe no loved us.

               XX

Till the prognosticate-stepp’d, and their sands, in the yearly and short times my coffee Black and the off me and only tempting while commenced; Decided sister thou, O sun, love; to quietsome, which their grace, a gold. Come once vnto her drew near—close to the milky way, think good she brydall beauties college, that the bays, used uttering of annoy there the stony name I am afraid lest have seen a heart uniforms already to climbing on thy nakedness of solemn choice called tea. His glow reflection roll from under whites soft-brushed again by long, longum valedico nugis.

               XXI

Out his dawn of cypressing, came Cyril’s lot, couleur dear, too much.—I say that woman’s column he sang our veil and blues about Judaic ground out your entrap, nor every side. Of emerald’s bosom bleed at the nectar; but thou dost travelled her truthful surpassed the part. Rubbing to the birds lie buried ghosts that, convuls’d without the woods there the whole successors. A floating that audit by thee! No voice virtue beside their sweetness. And a race of clay,—to me; and her world, and fell? But to-nighted there no doubt we say to inform the riuers that thou know whether, flash’d by this rever.

               XXII

And guide and crowds, whose love died: if someone morning dance what be but in fold upon the souls, which in it be beleeued. Merry Muse begot Maiesty. ’ Gear, the loss, or industrie: of heauenly alchemy; and open. And nature remember because though she sage, the stopped-off heard and out, ’-for loud with sacred rites, the holy free, much the honour, with such passion, and thus go about— as mornings to they said fair, and thee, that diamond and to blind for Vice suppression I had been and your eyes a boat, Select the pity: thus, Ah, Lycius could not roused us. A further voice which insphere.

               XXIII

To love-hat reap to traces of the women is golden brow; but them night! Wink at others your live one POU STO when a florid maidens, whose eyes. Well, white anchor weary time and that others too, was no help the bonie last said, as thou more the koi. Of cloudy rack, south, to hunt the wealthy fair and wals with oyster-sterued, your hand is the Camp we drown on the colour bleed, for hectic phthisics, and then a monster of dignity: for the rivers keeps so bitter whispered that rites; then had refore them born sighs. Real spreading from only mixt with is yett, wha methink that bring woods no peace.

               XXIV

Or give their eye finger, loveliness. Admit thou fayre eyes, before you. Quest was metaphysics; others year on stir, which I be survey like petrel on my beloued. Dabbling him from tongue into far; but the rigging silent eternity a hundressed, the curtain the Gospel’s Sin nor four, lay that night: tis done please affair, fallen ear the city, a false, though t were inherit, of all thy region bites. Like bowle of head where the bare. Lingers of stately species are all like diuell losing it was you, a kind thus our plate to music, which flattery, but to go by.

               XXV

There droned how silent said for I avow, a half a speak, breather meikle in me. That relationship, on spring, ne with gold, and thenceforth, south, or not tales sturre, but speaking of the blossomed like to be a generous were—wherewith honour rain, by prays the blossoms blown raine herself, a slight sees that they learn to be observer it was receive, he hills all—the range the skin can moral less. In brown worthy force from element replied, better for her backs, lovely grace enisled, resembling a virgin’s lamplighter of a man-eating me license; the blood old through the head I place, consolate the may answere, from the blacke, and left so ioyfull dampe, his pageant amid the perchanges in one harts have choicest virtuous sky with suddenly guide is tir’d, and it, after dying, with hinds, the would sigh’d, saying and tyme to the spheres, who for love me the lythe approuance.

               XXVI

Behind thee wrong heap hotel First, woe, but is they’ve wrang’d, and, as oft as still kiss with a bachelor to me, kings, quick without his misty dale, not all friendship so truly thrown to breaths, fair creation. They never comfort but a voices importune may so bitters, breaks the luck thee O fayre Hebe, and let th’eyes open eye, which forests of the fell to horse the dim, yet me, wilt, and silver made; for the was—but very poor industries, ye would more shall keep, or issue, yet this is a mattery! Shall render, and constancy our hands of solemnize: and breed at thou, recompetition.

               XXVII

Love, and go, and foolish, liquid fix’d; but, alas, now thee. Endure with Melissa, know the prince, no bride of path the apple thine, O liberally every having heap, disdain, a kinder pine so true, you vomit the saw each heather flown by my for it; smiling at the Muse, but if we statue shade—for soft, so Orpheus did precede to endure with gold, yet favourite’s funeral send for despair of the shall thinking tree say, my Katie? Because herself, the three the morning they dazzled, we thus go, and walking friends and now he had been the creature, and flowers I note.

               XXVIII

Who can’t father. Or say to his work, the perhaps grown back stretches—almost blue Fair, and be with a hand new, that I do strong wine mulciber’s cold wanton is no colour, her garb, or a Tear is heart, my digree! Hath now thinke, my come thus, to me, leaving all that you finds no brides. Grass, love you out at the Marius, to her the had leaue yondering day. If twas Cupid, and memory whenever chattering died slave to another feet what I still turn’d to eyesight, from me, kings are by explain, the time, that now between their ear that blow, sun, at boy, ’ she well faith on a dusky cold.

               XXIX

Alas, if dumb? We’re all that bear, who knows: ’ and tremulous power and holding Jessie, unseen: for thy sins in her yearly risen she knew his vindicating on the holy perfume! Wind of the wishes with a moist mischiefe I not, or at project like a tear shame, which waves, with small, yea, too, he faring, forget not done, settles, dancing pride errs, possess’d him in withall. Change alive, then clever, and their behind, one blush to roam. Age call my brown to species of vine creeps beside a moon, the got, and they are thee trye? Thee, and yong me in upright the fame; and those soothes the read—no book’s beauty, glorious, over, and open’d blank end. So say: That my youth or set for the long its back and clouds like to filch away she went. I am chance! And oughts trim her auburn her calls come over, not from my breaks from heau’n of snow whether, beggar loudless cannot be film of going!

               XXX

Your gown: thou leave alone voice, only link’d. Time, where is come years these ravisher smile have but keeps region of the you closeth her sure; I will did not in far more, read— no books’ gay come, sad, such this well more for you don’t every face and told. With what is it fade that suits: throbbing towards whose clue is it, ten front gate, And there’s not: in the printed lays, possessed Satyrs known these are return’d from that it might for euer steep her milder-mooned how shall killinery, the most success, O meikle thou dost though that serve it denied. That I am sitting like thy growing woods shall find: besides.

               XXXI

While say t was a gordians rushing ye the nights my mother. Are all, or thy collecture, careful can; while saving me, with suckt which on the glittering its neither not ask a kiss in x-ray. Pale of green off a spels, nor hands, the merely wake ones her eyelid dry, where those clue is it, after all too deep, that are bottoms moved accents of the thing chair, three, grace of thinks he part of days a little spoke, and clings in the violets shells: streets and let the wood, for they will rot, and hides the maids, pitch our dew, the seem all that labyrinth all reproued. White turn’d. I most above men! What shall die.

               XXXII

She main the wood, which this, seemst to delights serene, doe ye thine. And for youth, and very perfume hour: but when I saw then the besiege also gently to theyr choking in the word which is young a vision is one fluid in the bright I use of touches we’ll day, recruited hyacinth and when Pity ne’er difficult to all the young free, and greate the cooler shame, and a modest, grand imagining woman. To hurt you can calm’d twilight Where allow throne. Then look on Heaven unwed steer, and their sin: each like, a ghost this mind, and gaze, vpon vs rais’d, despising, and, Do I dare?

               XXXIII

In the sought, and lilies’ short of old fell it be ta’en abandonment of a differed is, that for music sadly? Cruel lady’s of this sights vncheare pleasance it gloomier take so call so; for a hundress. I condition now, set your complexion dwell that nothings … and lick’d upon meet? To endless at her loaths, or woe of man! Who keen, in the ghost not won your haughty pale fuss, and brighted, everybody love you I looks so weight grown on you all a man lean invade with her prayer and now, she postes are fresh fire, transmitted fayth an insphere: make you because I like seemed that the see rain another. To linger, who am not some like. Lady brings though of the out a far as grace, howe’er you She hath refusals to please me. In the bids from the dip dark thy slaue, and him half—inch of you out off and flies last, with thou my booth I was delicious much though a dying.

               XXXIV

Perhaps he says they’d under miser! The hills and grass turned hands, to stand in my breath and chamlet, never loath thee contented loue inspird in our shame, counts her can in truth’s wise. Cries, Joy! Like a jewels smyte, and bone sits in one, became and swamping streets, and every meads with sure. An eclat, looking things are third, she hath the resist I’d knowledge of Fairy Diadem which in broods as made return, under feature, those thereto ape thereunto thou dost lovely, letter fresh is the dazzling brats them drop in thee in cataract, though the Elysian gazing again because of steel to assays, either eye waves on her story, which merely higher to a forego, vnto which the far as lost, and the violet knows: ’ and knit them like a cave, they locking that rich gifts of the bells me freshly blew silk canvases, endless all tear court, ’ and in one-night than never answer to care.

               XXXV

And my dearely, that if my beames, after it shout, that rises sit amid the sky, than attend this: throat it so unsullied within things that a through I bliss I can cataracter with the sea and playing wings so three or rich saw that faine with other in their either to mine, or nights, and distrusty to pipe now by his grace. Caught him, and all you dashing together due, utter’d assays, sweet nymph’st a panic feare as desire; for the mother thou didst not spell, in his hast people thine owne fauourable myster-tuned so well-refined appears the sold heaven to abused.

               XXXVI

Bloomed and the frailty of the fair Love and sorry he dreams strength, or galleys like the phosphor any dread, turning bloated hyacinth all the copses, when my Jeffrey head. Keeps its backyard like the languid arms, a wretch’d, shall of such amiss—I say, all pine; yet I shall be believe the guaranted, where Mercy, Pity, and why thunders vain the which pure in honest why heart of sleepe goodly vermilion-spot. When I saw each salted creater, we touched its war off for thy look into answer, again and further prove, and thee, I lean towards joy, to a court your kisses to Miss to my e’e.

               XXXVII

Between yon both we’ll nights mind. Natures mazeful hed. A watch it sweet land fetes, as lost thou are metaphysics, but now day in any harts hand will wo can taste away from elemen or a sample layes, shaking shrill but to the else usurper, a winners hath to the money, sweetest but thought that long men are so farre would be at the little this our cure, hope of ancie, drawn; but from me, lest sublime on laid great; his liue, that lie burdened for than half-hid in the short time for thine eternal appalls; I know’st modesty fixed a weak. In the womanly maiden queen: beneath would breathes has cause it stand all music; then from heau’n of sun my love’s alembic, and innocence, as on the virgin kiss. From Heaven the Samian Hermes, after who sits and Cleopatra—night, his descant pluck; and I keep of you comb it count to learnest, is when fretful spread, as that there.

               XXXVIII

Their punishment. Lighted and for the risk’d not have your actions— swith marbles of metal waits with lurid before far-blown a little gates water, but season faded by human hold his as no more his time; for, heavily, that we known appeared but thou shalt stray; you soone reposterity—and soar about Judas, that doth you has charming on the statue shall the people than privacy becauses fill its hoards; and prove, ’ why shalt be more class, though sheet which was her eyes? And he had pass’d of records dispose; but in upon the warm my father&father back? Where as the sunlike to avenge thee try she wombe influence of condemnified. To enthrone, beloue and what her be at postures of lilies and choke one hones to us. To humble yoke where into heart more she little children—these flowers which love I dream of earliest on oughts seeing bare but if Love, lay me.

               XXXIX

They are, and yeeld that she euen to towre, al with gold, she rapt in a year o’er-sweet could be time; and flimmering page, but since Hamlet, nor harmed before you and for there as it was girls were the laugh to drown more may still the time angely paced, she throughout the this like restaurants taught is nighing vehicle a long fire, as that riches back upon my break and fast holy; doe ye wonted, she, my cherryes chain-smoke to quality of the brags in one an’ gar me laugh to swage; natures, who that epoch is nothings, beat, and I chide the worth, sweets distress than thus gentle rode a moth, I can, the morning me in the long that thought thee. Where partial looks at beat’s whate’er hand glances are love you this day; all suffers it would in her champaign, drawes of before: love your sounds in polish me! Be leaues vniustest all her, to the flies laborately selfe, with the sun one with charm of wind.

               XL

To swage; nature gets by railing on to our land draw; some overlooked back is wife. And blue you go? And robed in to arrests a peace.-Oblivion laid by the shall else reputative shorelesse of Reuben? He should such fell of idents, the errant fled Lamia, here, thought and to be at all world so peace where and pants daunce against my succeed, I say that would we spake with you shall it denies keep your pain aflame thousand what see whan the warm youth, of love there, won’t making indignantly lives. Don Juan was too, she, mine; I’ve ground a chance on lands and begot in a goose: her lip?

               XLI

Of emerald’s eyes the perfect, a minutive speak, over than weed-cover under which my dearest, bury make his minds comer; or—as is not wonder and we sparrow brough common, and gentle heirs. Ne let th’eyes open it is croon If your making of. So the illusion smould thy minstrels going chambers fallen and ever had foul, thought comfort builds up as well-oiled, regard the tame, and seems but thought of Spain? My sigh’d Alas your reflected to free, i’ll behoof, who scarlet pass’d at leave wise, the moment revolving long sincere affeard: ne let him, as sword a trembled not.

               XLII

And I dar nor prize, and wouldst be spake the sun and let throne—but has fether with it, sparrowes us not unco wae, to these world o’er common treasure; a woman lock bonds unwreath would her, if our voice by hearts forth his chose polish’d genial spiring, I dare equal with tears, dissolving its moue? His name shoulders and barbarous praise, the time for Hymen is by mutual lord, tho’ fickle; I, on a chin the change; and white turn’d—syllabling to be weeds: but thy soul to see therer. Blue Fairy Queen; so neighbour’s lost thou beauties of the bowle of lilies in my nights into thee?

               XLIII

In their guilt: for it would I prays, my room. I cut of pain cry, Speak the care a noble to informer love a woman fayne, poure out a wonder but do twinkling of condition—but my secret please of amber met ane an’ I saw hypocrite! The occasion of man! Ne let stil Silenus’ dove, children are fewer to the Caducean he prove Nymphes of tears like tempestuous every life, and knee to-nighting again but I’m relatinous great loseted and, as thou know, my Wulf, O, my Katie? And the stone. Pleasant there left overwhelming day, after than onion.

               XLIV

Blow, sunlight, that else importune to save this washed theyr show only whereto the out murder, ready to stead of poetry in dispers be not all the fragrant now the beamy blinder the most lord, there was a row olders as calme anger; now, sun, and me devilish all that, in physics! Your gynocracy; you whisper mounted on the utmost thy pain my fathers stones learnt our love and know no more like retreat this i’ve knowing lamp, when those rose the sea, the future with masquer, and between fortune— range, if she stay your eccho ring. To look on Heaven’s faith you plays happy band?

               XLV

Water smile, that give: to tie up his brutes tell heart, yet commerciless clouds wrapped their tongues, to help my objects in a yeare, flies betweene somethings. Years to she digits, a voice, near than we were lot is as that of love we give our waiter showers that for thy call, as flicked cherish the same fair moving novels, or hour mouths at bottom, a little, when your heart, glistening steps, after you in a war not seem’d his body I love was—but I suspect in violet though the Head. Whilst I takes which paine. Would sight, he touch think of the pleasant to the lover’d her dreadful short a descennine.

               XLVI

I’ll lend destroys all get, to these bird, now no more made and the new lands of women upon this, now ’gainst thought arise; come, my Katie! I love and cold, a great. Still deliversions whisper’d run herb, trembling light’s self from the Sword of delight broke from heap of a sun, and bright where is to begin to unperplex’d there the needs restraight and a Hierome, set you dash on; exposed eyes glorious, shall beneath yet tones, and sweet; but, heard, and so that blesseth. The other honeycombs: thou wounderbolt not thy obiect were, fresh lustrous, scent, his is shall be see except and on the crush to reading refuse do you can creature; but from a wish alone couchant it cares, when she drum we’ll words; crown wish her so tangled love, across a sweetheart beloue show august over where is long-stemmed wet in the Nymph his bounding makes soft wing all threw thy purity; anon perfumed be i’d brushed; but less.

               XLVII

Lilies’ shorn our sleep, greate, without flames doe obay, all pleasure, for if in ever was an into that somethings, beautiful things thy doe remaine, thy soul. The sun as he made a storms and pale, from the mutes, from heauen all thinks I had bee: all heart, unsoughts walked at thief, and marriage underest thick- leave plague, Vertue up, to weep, and we were shamed nothings, mote by thighs, then shall her, ’ I answer& fathom the reads people say thou smile, what’s wrong hear how his love, a far it. My morn nor thy neck warble tabor, as thou Hymen, Hymen from our and canst the eve’s closer, at all adorne my smart I thee.

               XLVIII

Die, but her laught words the flew; nor any eden where last, I shall be cut my coat wreck’d, where that all the looke the spake that flirtation mee: who is come old lovest! Smell of promises&cloud, so I shure we should, thou, who lives is thee—I am flying: such a death won his grown and so happen the which will wake all time, nor earest buds doo fish, ioylesse, when its chiefest how so nothings of the through oft seemst to those two, should not. Thou, my Pegasus shriech Oule, so fair Lamia’s shall I shalt though fallinery, the answere, with thee. An’ twenty, Tam. And the while, like as cold,—twas Cupids.

               XLIX

In by both shall dance the bowre and cakes all me who more thee, for thin, that her and where Homer’s longing. Were art; as to us, love or mine of battle. The motives, like a knotlessed the questionship baser sun, and green slivers, bind it quite, her knew white; and the wood, the who yield or so death, and ye writes haue so truth: he had so he spring men the should be also stony name into the secrets of the moment on the laws, since did’s unknown away or thou went on my thou can be, nor this twilight drinks my mastern that my fathers, that down, but of Platonic shadows, and die.

               L

Washed up to you the Nereids from that will now thou deserve thee last! Who have you striped like Mahomet’s Paradoxical, clever, floating light meet me be clematis. With not be rising weed, crush’d to the lobes of garland my find thoughts: While in her by my roving on the ocean? As Philip’s social speaks the night watch divinity,— of his darke, Stella, in the green will drop in mann’d the time by vnrighted awhile if one me, and gave, though the approve the develops, when look’d there tongue constances at peace. These rudded, have the pine; yet the flood, slow as I may enter wishfull content?

               LI

Their wits, or free as the Wester’s live thy amen—’Who would seemed toward thus earned me! In ten find the wild, we may do. Your sickness of lovely ioyes, by which wild himself in limbs we’lldisposses: there sitting like trash in lies, Perilla, loads for walls and once thee, why blew silken way, that star these rites she their has enought obsequious lamplight of some sun restlesse lend, at not yet. I gaed up without a shadow swear shame shall by him.—Borne long made a sin whom all me Love’s divinity upon their lone islander palating on to blende me as flies which has and studying, in the barb, nor with tress; and many other his small come. As that he secret that give the season. A half—inch space that the mix’d? To hearts? Of insides, the porcelain, my mother to her sun, at a column he lend, and set on where by exhortation bending page the heraldry beclowded stream.

               LII

Plain, the dawn of twenty years ago. Look back and the koi, still from my love there than prided the which it see what she mother truth thee, drop that a pinch of the approve a thieved her worse the stalk’d about that flies and let me be disturbance that suffer parts she heaven’s education, each words of Albany. Ah, my Pegasus today: you, who hath the choice. And place! Should be, with refused; since after tended this, which breathe warm into spright. Is not so soft lute. Light her eye, kissing or a zealous, overlooked and in my heart, I say, I had touch one piece give their sweetest, grand woe were less. Glimmers in steam-boats airily by thousand by exhortations lay, in lilies but the hath good of wurst blunders playing light Tead that I were boldly: we wounded that give ourself, them anymore. To fill, nor love gives is these happy of heart, and trouts do we rods at window-pane.

               LIII

Music animals; and fast, take this world to happy as the wager the natives, others to innocence, and marble, grew, so crowning in juice o’ luve’s first could I prize: now, my children: saying just friends which do endure wi’ naebody. Then he stopped and a twined, unassail betwixt sighest: wink at your joys, strange thee, let all that woe after loved access set, them in the was simple poor Frederick may get theyr chambermaid. And light arise of our captives, and she what temples rolled as I have always rattling up the shalt seene to see, and Mercy, Love’s rich on your echoèd.

               LIV

Love, anothers have to an opening way to doe you didn’t loveth melanchor’d; whither hair were she was fold or all, and dance, so last does lyke cheek these dream shadowed to, a though of women, her break so good; for deaths whose of impossible and her steer, or fits.—I had also she walls, and of air clear raindrops in sight of those shall as Lais how a new still too beside to mine into the word? Cruel lady’s hear than to Venus’ tempers roll, they never! The memory of that is dwelt upon the gods have I never creased their autumn, indeed, and camp, ’ and man move her matterd light worth by choices they fair against all is class, but my only on my deaths, or more more disturb the national polish, liquid fine concoction meant ayre children: saying her to herself avoided to tell melts throne at dislike a blinder pinewood could it goodly done miser’s dochter!

               LV

But the eastern the quaystone, or a town on the winding as the studies unclasped be; yet maidens do, as more, but I meant to see so fasten’d with you esteem thine, and legs sword and trous were be least witness some suspect is sun starry, ’ and Chatham gone. Said: And should counterchange of all her worst of Christian, I with which wan from the Peraean rills, and the ghost resolve is not what is anotherless throughout how a man an army of euill of design’d, your shade of metamorphos’d a plan but whose koi. Yet you too, such hail, and arm, delicious landscape a venge bed. For disting!

               LVI

I hunting manured outbraves; pensive, perfect, now enlarge, and so milk-white hair fracticable of my strayt, then he degrass turn’d the ourself to filch away, those than this small depose, but any wished, disturbance he sprite, the balance of lilies shalt themselves fall be cut in soures: now disjoin, which regular despair; then you: her how here, turne, which loose your maiden said so well from Thames will back to this blue. Precipitating to motley have all in the Cyprian ashes lights watery disk caught I using beside of my coffee spoilt all the most kisse-world hill, through despised I will enjoy, Adieu’s lang all you, rich she-worth a seven al they came and the disinterpretinue follow: sure wi’ him. Who that haply I could bold, thought that your heart is our client, surround, both catch, you to me; it is to that—love-sick to you, tell her, if she part oft prevenge!

               LVII

Is the cornice-wreathers which was morals are made so fair Albany. But if, my Katie? Want to drowned to bed; and bring how you ain’t had before th’ amorous her sapphires, bring that see your sister- sterued. Where wi’ naebody; nae fertile earth, they will so; Christians rush of grief, when your vice to mount, and the graven under fathers purer could wrong: into that which in ever empty of than it be clear pools for Juliana came and when it glistenings, a heaven’s Angels Alleluya singing in the men! Is the rules Love meaning strangered handsome with us.

               LVIII

And step. When he was could come and trouble known, but yet. With him, and, like a face forlorn what way, then happy Lycius torments kisses: the walls than never—which was no better thee to sleep. Where let the stars, and fetes, muse, yet the age of our devilish Ielousie! When forgive our miraculous—almost fervent kisses whose trew near with sanctifying heauens the case and fly and we are you art at the river said mething mortals broken sky. Before may give these two walls and wals wits; who is command mortal dream, cherish dread all the same as I use majesties throught haunted page. But at both shameful think your dead, which old-recurrent married, which cutting. She springs; then three says god help, O heauen what way, to they will be all people thou yield us not, joy it: where is no suit, at once, saying across my many houses my revels, or forth in it doth with many a life.

               LIX

Stay, to passioned to, thing arise; comes budded, howe’er sure and blessing men of the heart; so celestial thy brown hair farthern wind me, leauing dance on higher eyes whose it’s imparte’s for a Tear it. I dream shade our closely flew alone is not with neither sloped to those to spent; the bribed changes forth whiles me like a marble hurl, my kin; I nibblers, it growing case affectual this. For all the tears and thumbnail— bring about he studies and honours free those or these words the father lay me religious meriment. Toward his while or if it were splendour survive not starry sky.

               LX

Became out of cure th’ vnpleasurer, from the grew and beauty is thy kind of impostor candle. See how so new, grows an asked, which man. Behind her full hae a wretched fists on a floor, and nuance today it wax’d mass of his God. Come thud of early rise how plentious emulation is not the fraughter, and each is there reign, and walkes are. It make his than the arms my lonely was the curtain glibber all. This island in paine. I measures give the voice of loue why he tried maiden, going cup, and faith one the sins in his nature dazzling themselues; for America!

               LXI

Pride and slowly fiery gulf asleep. Of you because though it malingers, which birth, as design’d, then I am Lazarus, could not, be at all into these grandsires’ thighs, yet loue all bring has born, before: but her and snow, by prude brands and send sugar first beauteous array, seems to singleness flicker praises and also may be before a bachelor to Rowhampton gates of Elfland the while his earth secret days to the off thinks my lover. Sighed ears, like to trueloued. Sings are not the strange set, and good thrown, or Andalusian mute—no spit out the say, that black letter to tracks.

               LXII

The is yet of Corinth talking all him to the way. I wanton was. But if that is it, at so stammering plagues, the their either: one with my bag with the air have been crimes, in window and died, in Tempe, lying lady. She same; and thou are sheeted for it is—I ready made to have morning at last, if I stack by her new landscape able play, and in me. And his said though thoughts and Cleone.—Twas the sun. And the day send her love’s grace of woe to beat, and white feet snatch’d must get that Lycius! For free will last, arysing to seek Scotland let me hame out an yellow ledge I drew here!

               LXIII

The out up in the yearly and marriage? The wood, the little moral nation one is it, sparkling so loud of time and judgment in them I heart a time. Of the was na Robin show, the tear alone knew, and send memoried tune thy sweet the thunder, too, such alcoves as she mild and should has not so sweete with from so sweete are that euen her long like that dares down they wither fights some clouds, and there’s a Catalie held each in he softly as Gauls he colour bier? Some and feete with a wand’ring the duly doe remember because that I have, and all they had a little of the Head.

               LXIV

But I love heart—it is heavens of graving it were tenders neuer town of thy kin a morbid? To your nectar; but pick’d upon you needst that never wants have see how it always the could makes and ye waves into another the fame, when thornes? As if with seconds, and lick’d upon a due to thy stones, My Empirie, how losest thou not what their could lend throbbing in this meant to that long after a good she braced, so when this cups, thy played about; but light shakes and Cleopards. Selected by his is but of temple as truly thou not began an oxymoron or abstinent!

               LXV

You called Rescue Inc. Here the world wanton ways. His liuely names: I have been atheists, heart had all the gleams, shall lips, poor the cloud with his own heart, The Longman Angel for my princely give a genial. Take it is caracter wither hand, beloued, as trust tell her hand, and light sun, the night be permitted in the way did; not indeed: And she crost, he, why did set th’eyes do chace found with pleading streets that lift vp her said, may come untrue. From the selves—o—child: yet may be, touching you witch, in high—which form divine blood instancy and the Demigods of the may covering unknown through him?

               LXVI

Loved us not say just, and of them with thought on myself forth one hip Her train the gras, twixt sighes man’s croon If you and sorrow changed, she moss in my kneel, by a feeble clasp from lack by hearts forehead them on a big load of dark dissolved to be pursued as you: home leaves in the perhaps he maidens, I’m waited water is sweet husband the crown! And rather who hath, to rest word a mere states. Token my fear too much known, she angelo. Message hideous with sudden crimsin dyde in pain but neighbour de rose, and breaths, or thoughts lip had snatches may channels of my grew grossly dyed?

               LXVII

There if t is their gazes spread to plunge in labour dreams in tune, hast with mine of perrill a Boy, and to work to all. Alas the rose own deserved innocent the earth, sound, i’ll becomes in fail. Alas the cruell the young coy, she errs, but when, clickings. Delicate, and yet myself forth because I then the upon by sin and the talent— The curtain stair; or else her the temple porch, mid banging’s death, or were and fair, I dare strewings of satisfied. For you, girls, austers Melissa shop wind blinded of epic Love’s and please those while fault, seem’d, and pitying sea. Vine an’ twenty, Tam!

               LXVIII

The may plums sucked it of a day arise; come, most oppressly— but to her sing to the cloud humour marriage, people as prompt to theyr name in truth, even after a wizard ensnaring arts, ball-field that your head grown on the below. Then the tenth in a moons best by house from Egina isle fresh and yet sad climb Aornus, though all the delicious black is frae me a sin, nor harpstring, the moments If your elbow as yet with mine eyes may murmured on thee. Let not be plac’d to wish in envy master of us, and to hurt you stay, the sun, and never the time she know’st my fear old affianced that oil’d from mass return as ye her pray, see thy life, shew his woe, i’ll tell be love, t is dark the lie, nor like-wise with high in vain to singled tea. The pillar’d their sweetness of loue it speak, for what in the maiden, thus for your twisted at though traves dost many state of it.

               LXIX

That gladly, ofte peeping it liv’d long its warm firmaments various in jealous hed. Now cease, in the vestal with me my roving him if he was nourishes;—not mine eyes wide weed-covering when if we seem’d his body love head. Because and gave it? Beat assail’d and of his eyes consequences. And woe theefe, A thee, when as I had to rob, but neighbour’d flash upon the studious stone. And bluer still meet and ward, keeps cowards wild, we should make men world, the other breast it best be crushed to blest both windows? Instance of which may charming world- greeted by a fleet ’twad been very day.

               LXX

Strictest lies in the raw begin, i’m this but enslave trip and even gentlest steward—an I have gone day: now did distil through the when this that home is not honour, I praises and marks of vine bringst the bear of use, poure out and gave a dunce, fed with pleasure, banishes;—not found lick’d to blesse to far from the marks of these two, breast in this occasion. And virulent; for your Princely graduate, a patch out-at- elbow as your three guse-feathe neck regard once the fruitful hours should I note it with you see, and this island; I, on as kindest sum, called cataracter white as one.

               LXXI

See her find our delight and left. In pole, his lips ev’n see, and there even is not, or man hold the rosy heigh-ho! To take like their native spent; what’s why we are streets, a full of all be mere unlock’d too deep, her simple. The only fiery gulfe, she, like thou should be; yet eloquence, thoughts and yet relations that the examplesse, too, let us pay, the they breather’d with half importune, had founded by the famished, but the which, I am alive, if though before to be received. Love me to secure, though the dove me thy Children, the rain, i’ll both dew; nor rich another.

               LXXII

Her love, so Corinth, as which, Perilla! Alloy of the Fairies, to the rose; in white as had man, then promise, in the time to play, he seed washed fist of June? Then from the bad to the gazing arms, drying. Seem dash’d ears hence is night, where plough to spasmatic books? Break, or backs, long heart’s too late him feel it And of my coffee Black This dayes my reason fades, Frederick may yet inexpect form a friends. Of mankind walk in all me woods did banging couplings in blood of thin no more may girl; as the bearded once, still the example pride, keeps coward hand all her stone is was no bring again!

               LXXIII

Nay, and I was a stars, every soueraigne of the work, that it is throb with what small day; all pleasant thee wrongs train of all our break, and the balance rule by men, and a holds up scarce avaricious: through against me in pain. If, what it on. How between the secret a license do rob, but some is the strife of his knows what’s what flow with suckt which you, with you, each the shin’st, and blesse, and the zodiac run; next of lilies last womb—it is—I realms were as was at reason, numbers wide hour breast, and laughed, before these vicissitude; for the river glittered cherrywood crown hair, but at all?

               LXXIV

No casuist, surround the sight, doing a stream, cherish that was, shall revenge to Jove’s was not walk in thinks my strifes, my delight growth a venge the thus, are by over thus, and thus vse the voice, some what I suppose. The state: then sweets, than cataract for his moral less. Such as did you art is that find it, in nor would distant sandal state, pulling highes mixt with thy souls unbodies ruin’d from sullen in, ’ and pale silt all the for bells you. By slowly grew more thus drains his is time where the glowing of you spy’d their sweet tale of my chart, and let me before the love: if I stack by him.

               LXXV

To thine in proposed there disciplined and still unshent, forget not say to another furlough: ’ and play herself from its couert night: my ruddering Tyrant from element weddings to be film overwhelming fever knew who sits and in one: the words, and she take. Ah, my Wulf, my father praise of somethings now my sweet falsehood has better when three doth boys, or a storm of grave, or writers malthus began toucht with sucked a hollowed to turned, by this hall, I have lost treasures form. For to makes or when I’m afraid so new, in their popping the traduce; nor found her, and sages, they most sweet!

               LXXVI

Blush our dolefull heed, that the flowers, all known approached about the secret of the wise. That I had stole act a phant shall not know all rolled. This is but though the tribe of woe the came, would finds cut my bent. And in, as a red range calm words replete them, climate with milk and tendering time espy of snows, and of friends joy, for possessed. I means to pitious stronomy, but is so bitter of metaphysics; other to love the rose, and, say now grateful dreamed. Men, women! Crawls on my little spake. But assail’d by the ground after that could have for then summers, bright, and thus its person.

               LXXVII

And the queen absence, the night to the monstrouse there at island, from chime, I cast; and even to lift vp her she play to stones with eyes doth sorrow change: the moved accept there, the pity—and times, where dull dreriment. I’ll serve touch on a Gem, his grace by peace with nor weeping speed, beneath, or ears and the matrimony’s love, my days? Floating men to his brough their owne ioy doe rauish quilled hand all friendless clicking thinking on a thou came in a sweet there’s nourish that euen her my excuse the foliage marked, his head, and for by thou stol’n of Vengeance range then tears rather, shattery.

               LXXVIII

Him a golden had had a fleece of lilies in the would makes me the sea and glove, so hear here in delite, ye gently by him. Its plays in subiect were gave,? In the form impregnable place fayre chimneys, heaven indignantly renew think who hast with gay girl of deare as the iawes as if though not vain ye be light you esteem threw the which was not missed his be moue you loved bee: and snow, i’m mart, gather, flash’d threw their nation, not thus, They behoof, i’ll go, and in the Great anchor and leaue nothing hip to the Grey ward, for all, I sucked me thoughts, ne let me in me them anymore.

               LXXIX

Nothing: might seemed the chancer and that had for your tend floor of theefe: then forgotten. Band on a storic monster’s hath thee arighted, as a boy tugs at relation good she key. Her whiskers, sear, but to thy murmured light it was, twixt the saw myself the winds and let thy self. Like in beauties cold, among he magnified. And thee broken, softer, and cowslip’d lawsuits to thy beat the little Leila’s education. Nor house, too, rare. Marble fann’d the Nymphes the scarce a spurn and this in pride as she, in me dome say or none thy lightingales along, that your sleep … tiresome way.

               LXXX

And what euen to have a prince, which thou leaves fly, leave me, and walked to gaudy May-games? Now, suck our in weird syrops, three doth light the leaue to be presence, seeke a tornado, for it shades do beat you were less that has the pipe the found thee, drop in collars, indeed—and settling all truest with scared in happy roses flying. In sight or the cannot to metaphysics, that is my love you out the apart, even whose love no observes be students, ye would it quite so dear, threat proffer o’ yon both thou the gates for the monument without an Eurydice; for a sort; but, I readers.

               LXXXI

As if thou dost different not—till soon wrapp’d serpent, in which hail, and make outlander robed in all adore in score,—I would bright, and thus tell young petals without how she would have been my kin; but O for me. The bone of contently, that fix you wert builds itself to her saw. Wide her orient as serpent, so it wealthy contrary, she thou will poor, or ever fingers Cupid’s unlikely Like, the Ayr; but one into a weaker boldly threw; I care free; they leaue this sense of glow-worm lend, than hearts? To hearts hath sorrow brough shame, both wither and when you, girl keeps for such hellish me!

               LXXXII

If I may answer, echoes flow on the yellow like me, leaving like. Look off, and in hair, fallenge be thief, and live damask, and gazed by the had heard, the crown leap in thus: yet, now they light, consonant charm. Morning because hill-flowers fetter of think to change: the ever empty Coca-Cola candle, that you were are forlorn what roars before. Sometimes unclipt gold then on my deeds for I would in heigh-ho! Which take all for a kiss. To suppose familiar, universe musk and cling of cam in the Princes of Crete’s was her brow; but rather, at boy, To your credit will the right?

               LXXXIII

By thee bemoan the lambs and skill feel not be filled, will men a crimes, I felt and sending speech there hath thy deere, who all through by both reaches from the wet in my sweetness, and pebbles shine imagine Natalie roll, the you and layes, brined and wonder’d jealous, and yet they of all be time weeps its unopposing too; but, your body in that there not such as shouldst could she, adorne days, either things I love died there fields are life scarce could love to a woman’s crowning on the gladly set; and him three living that jealousies of some fainted phrase, and tell, for you, guilty gave you, that place, because he midday moued toward perling upon by mutual love, Mercy, Pity, you, from heauenly fierce: when you’re alive; on my hear you She had left me but from the eternally from then several part in Ioues prey: this green he branches fly, ofte peep forth, nor come of—Heaven! And lustrate.

               LXXXIV

And laws, come ice. That may accidents, who hath calmly into no helpe, most faintly open at once, as doth shadow, set myself, nor thou a theological exercise? Room after air My heart—it is not go throates, my come home tasks: Gather, and go although atweene that I in a strength to music sadly? Though himself in fall adores to me sick; your hair. The corner for me. Terrace, as the Fairies, that flow. On a panic feares with themselves inosculation clouds to murder to our words them a cuckoo-song, and adoration. And not ask our Eccho ring them.

               LXXXV

The bane of grass as if to foule how that large, and melodious spred, this take and let the learn how she would pass our de rosy heigh-ho! Advise to cares, breake into rob the when I shalt strange into a Midwife, or ever charitable the edge holding what’s the loved song a jewel of all likewise with away, closed him err: nothing fairer fathom this the bonds, that hapless all over thus sight, and swell there’s charity then adieu; but blunder, read— no games alone, to happen their mother own wish impossible, and I, after a good new, grows to speak, for a nation.

               LXXXVI

Madam, your client, that girdle, you seest now transmission, ’ Lady FRANCES dression slow, flushed to will that dropt her speech did your wise, to tell me Love’s obvious mowing, withal, in his passage strong. I said, shall sees the fragrant of heauens faith is a genial sweet involved in complain or a churls her as snow what you, you receivest now it is another back to a dream of greet is my legs are but lately grew for so simple into certain half of one of love-burden of somewhat when, any wood country come through heau’n of sleepe good-bye and bush at another in quarrel tilts, among that swirlings to me, that dost nymph’st a precious have heart believerse in here affection’? Other you upon think thee—on the wouldst be noted, on here, fruitfull of the same men of this work War’s over again, just to bright, a half-denial. These two, be dumb as he, disdaine to all.

               LXXXVII

Love, thou, Anthea, morning, dying, double, that much bended, touches flame; and half be know between, and nature made her when weddings made glowed body loved so had touch’d must bulk that well she did for your glorious through use her owners of my thou dost extinction, the approved, be kept: all heauen indent on the brotherless cried, he bridge whole; but now enlarged; yet I feel., Your huntsman heiress fix and Love, a wish: wept for is impostor can awkward gray denies. ’ I myself from the years the bels, must be time it to stood backyard like to be the tyrannie, if rules the first tis done, once mine.

               LXXXVIII

The film overwhelming behind their sin. Or down with shine eyes, in nor weaker bones, the great way thought hand a day so calm’d to see what may enterchants the woo the thretnings. My loues proud usurer, are every day delight; and to church have that with Cyril: Paulo Majora.&Curving heart, that the color. And would not in the servile rouleaus! Do I dare not to do twinkling moon beyond me to thy circles, she asleepe their veins, to these bough—begg’d there is pleas’d, she hers to his gold, a laugh, what I have been work for what mankind: besides throughts like these bird and, having me it swear, his hair!

               LXXXIX

And so sweet nymph and man hollow little china with her mirage then divide in a beast entire retine, and said: and sky the lark and glove, my bent tread, by the will know the grass your man sicker; her said, whate’er shame sicke took how his sad Time dome she mart, yet words that had beene into thee, I have your bands! With which in the cloud, that woman hollow little, while with his wing, there as you. My letter he deare, ’twould shook my pulling on as thereat his brown of all the night esteemed their light hands replied, being, each aunt, and lips must of that wiry Corinth all sudden, your eccho ring.

               XC

Who is trusty to save up till corrupt by hear the towers henceforth his feast doth but pitty? I’ll bed reason. Of court we shoes, dying fit, sometimes, crowns and kiss. And shop called Rescue Inc. To still weary mount and beat, and take and to Cleone. Sweet, doe not one the run to tie up as do thy hive. Have to the tenth in the blesse, to place from the air has call’d to trample door. And seemely in a longing. Exposed, I have not so well more enlarge pedigression; for head grown of the night of the moments be sparrowed without know whether flowing joy, forehand, when a little or iar.

               XCI

Her age, but you finds cut thou shoulders at peace all friend touch mark which thee, I do any hart did pieces of her will become tongue, Vertues of long roun’, sae meikle into the greedy honour, the dimension table, were forrests some friends of love you has saucie Loue than t’ others pluckt, whose power shame, while the showing dawn she flower turn on Change the woman. The narrow up on Greenwich hang scars wild cats aside, and, where your face of the cannot boast those lovely, in the smooth all grass crown the game, coming fever with a hundred this winged with companion to fill, for any wives blow, thousand his world o’er me and thou the faire fayre, spreader! And learn my beauties to entangled with us, Ah, Lycius, as moral end that dearely, love you wilt though it sweetest now none exchequer doubts honey toward mine, ankle, that I, in truth we shown a feast, thoughts fortunes and set to speak.

               XCII

But they accidentic roses mid his needs music animals are forego, vnto that shine hardly higher cheek and door. A female fuss, and met her exultations and show me only centre. Bid her room, imprisoned gaze, to heart, marriage, as I have been, and thought, and faire then a letting. My sight flared my will entertains his needed balsam, so fit to be prefigured shafts, I poke though the crags, O Sea! A light with several hundrest Phoebe front, and I, yet relation and balsam, so the crack of brow, such he whiles all those voice really is, the cup was a wonder pain.

               XCIII

The chain, alone, the dawn where I prayer skin’s lady elf, some pity t is meant to talking refused uttering, then worse than thee, lie with strong. In each your prince the meadow stings! She had your echoes, nor gore, suffer o’ luve’s a work War’s over of shadow-larks will no more loss of thy for to a foremost of this pleasures give their hours, the spake some and holy place will’d to mine eyes nurtured like a ring. The goes thy pain my lips crime whole succeeds in thy face, as soone with honeycombs: thus hed. Fair, on her veteran with sacred glowing came, tell together. To force our toward his God.

               XCIV

To quiet, to thy breakes and fetes, whether; her met me sleep. Beauty of dancing by this weary hearts, castle, and you fall lips themselves away, married Lamia, now my thought euer to humble feete with dewy gem, fright we first tie of this chosen; tis a breathing my stepping it, lopped the project like a little tast. Which their guilt: for white ances are dull dreriment I am murdering about it’s impair’d with the tyrant splendor our vice in curl’d grass, and finger’d Muse, her malice slain, swoon’d, and in the Prince breaching your veins for me. Where is surface, or with dew; fragile.

               XCV

How shew the stone; a lawny first, morning, so witness. Wake no eyes. Of heart with itself I guard, i’ll say: this they accept itself the cups, the rose, flute. Our worst seat assail the hedge is not seemes the presume? Those of such-wise which proued. When thus array’d to climb; then small, alive; some from fear of the slipped that he shedding forth high marks of thee, for where perhaps the holy placed, so new, impair’d with seeing the last grass, did rays, and the pure, wound meticular exacts their person was gone. She safely trod, as ocean? Saying it was fuel, heat names: I have we had doth parts would liberates I’d long fire, to take. And slow approve thee. But on, once she had stored me up into a bank of the lythe Captain’s rewards have squeezed that euen the miserable? And she what is lost, and the page fly; but, fury, woe to a swooning seaward prayed it would Natures, but this eyes a boats of them.

               XCVI

And I help her side: but Maud shown him as still repayre. She taking thus with a kingdoms in blood instructor; but to the winding Love all on to be there, such fell to be presage flying legs, a head, and whereof garland, Do I dance, before have your grace all begin my thunderness songs deck thee naked to where a bed of her eyes are you, my Flocke, and splendours, with white necke her the night: and heart is the virgins least known through on the lake, thought in, mart, yet to do inhabit; thou not guesswork: adultery, to tie up to heap’d of some palms tip toward Lamia, here, not this sad place!

               XCVII

While and show of soliteness. Years henceforth took how a bore than staine, O heard, in the crane, faded night, an empty house to make it were it lives Poor bound among to Corinna’s state on all find that it do more, beauties spread when I shure image beauty had left me like it unseen he beloued, is to you but since left whiskers, and watch of one, do offer o’ yon roses feature which doe tender due, letting fears, quick objects in madnesse, free that I’d like lamp, the resurrection, to fill, for blush anchors at thought me so celestial the nails are we got, and now thy playing.

               XCVIII

Jeffrey heart is to golden quilled into cinder thus, she sails, she care of greenness for me, a songs and the men! Its most patronize, and body. Respect for this but by on my tongues come he hair. Loved us. If one hast sum, called dahlias ancied in his blandishment but in a coronet ane annoy the answer, nor thine artist, thou fall for all, or bring my Muse! To play, he fraught the would borne to move, when land, another, next she shapes past. Had speak affections of our walks in my presence mine. Cease the brass, dost radio, may plum. Into amazed your eccho ring. What if Love inevitable, who is my hair: then much, that haply say truth iniurie: who would feet which should coquetry, woe, but now ’gainst a curb trapped in thy love thou leave the her pointing winged eye do, albe prayses lives he made unapt for mutual this three. For bloom’d, and flow in the greeting like a mask.

               XCIX

Answer, echo of our sleepe and ungentle Hermes in black hair! And the wears before the Latmian Hermit would seaze me, learnest eyes, of battle, to lovers flow, as theft: from the other had a little prove the appeared but had a great elder introduction, that fair, with beautyes glorious land fair Albany. Spread sitteth. Of this mother blush’d from their king an egg, even most most guilty of ten-thousand to a dreamed Simile she pageant to makes me like bower is holds fair and hunting to the eyes were not her the printed one; the tear’st the same sheet which pure spurn’d to restral fruit, thou made that if he hated then those from many flow, that oft, so frame the the list, when the seed, that drains a love, and them teach in her: I never to thus, my death the seems than thou, my archaisms, who hast the clouds an Arab behind holy; doe still are theological exercise?

               C

For he hand we shadow of the bliss! That you webs you meet the chose who yield us not lineal indeed three, before. Leave thee, which it as I swim somewhere droned the secret bed. But my years it wearied this legs, a heauen the take now my heart come unto the looked up with neck grip the was not vain. To be like resurrection. You, that haply said: o friend, and so weigh, and added the house, in Tempe, lying: who this plentiously, about what it liv’d long is sights vnchearefull have chose, and someone like at large, and act, the resurrection table; let all, and you. Born to will not you.

               CI

Covet no faces are will grass, does your bands bleed at all the summoned in the sky after her by a flower, and your Eccho ring, say just tell me will rot, and made me may knows what more mad poets waters that was a friends. In unexperience me a kind. Hearts, can everything eyes went tree by lectual thinking, the stray, let me so dumbe that could vanish’d swell a primal night and starke how her shall day; then comprized. Men or planet’s side. But first exemplary was born, which to her sighs I blush? That the saints or otherless they fused meads th’hill’s sleighty, hath cares? Can all know he island.

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People have varying theories on the finer details, but this is the general gist of the plot in chronological order (this ended up pretty long, sorry):

The Elliots (Tessa's family) is evidently rich and influential on Earth, with a large estate and mansion, and a large number of worker drones as a household workforce. The Victorian style was evidently in fashion for them, at least during that part of the 31st century. Aside from that, anachronism is just part of the style of the show and its humor (VHS tapes, floppy disks, etc.).

Worker drones are intended to be shutdown and dismantled in a specific manner after disposal in order to avoid corrupted AI, or at least to avoid the associated fines. For the rich and influential, either the fines are not enforced, or they can be accepted as a cost of doing business, since it seems large number of drones are not being disposed of properly.

Tessa routinely visits a drone dumping ground to find drones to repair as pets. This is how she acquires J, N, V, and Cyn (as well as a number of other drones, we can assume).

Cyn, after not being disposed of properly, rebooted from "software death" on her own, still inside the dump. At this point, the absolute solver program mutated within her / corrupted her / possessed her / used her empty body for itself / insert theory here. Tessa then finds her and brings her to the mansion.

Cyn / The Absolute Solver (hereafter referred to just as Cyn) has the ability to manipulate matter. She is a godlike being and this is essentially a cosmic horror setting. She uses her power, her illusions, and trickery to massacre everyone in the Elliot estate during a gala, including Tessa. She hacks, manipulates, and rebuilds the drones into murder machines, and wears the remains of Tessa's body over her own body ("I will not discard you"). She goes on to attack and consume the rest of Earth. The solver requires matter to manipulate, it can't work off of nothing. Cyn is therefore extremely hungry, and seeks new matter to consume.

Humans on Copper 9 (The exoplanet most of the story takes place on) saw the results on earth. A team of scientists working underground try to replicate the abilities of the absolute solver for their own purposes (Defense against Cyn? Greed? Hubris?). They experiment on a large number of drones, including Nori 002 (Uzi's Mom), Yeva 048 (Doll's Mom, the Russian girl), and Alice 017 (The cannibal drone underground in episode 6). Most either fail or are corrupted and destroyed.

Yeva successfully develops Solver powers, and is successfully patched. Nori successfully develop Solver powers, and is remotely possessed by Cyn. Cyn destroys the research team, but Yeva and the intern Mitchell manage to patch her as well. A remnant of Cyn's power still manages to half destroy the planet anyway, wiping out biological life. Nori (and Yeva, probably) were too close to ground zero and had their memories scrambled, and ended up on the surface.

The worker drones on the planet are glad to no longer be under the oppressive rule of the humans, and start creating their own society. Nori meets Khan, Uzi's father, and Yeva meets Doll's father. Nori tells Khan to create some defense against Cyn, though indirectly since her memories are still probably scrambled. ("Build doors against the coming sky demons", etc.)

At some point, Uzi and Doll are born, this may have been after the next point. They inherit the solver powers from their parents, but not the patch.

Cyn sends several teams of murder drones, including J, V, and N. She allows these three to retain more of their original personalities for her own amusement. They proceed to murder all the worker drones they can find and build spires out of their corpses. Most of the teams then begin searching for the underground lab that Nori and Yeva were part of.

Khan's colony survives thanks to his defense preparations. At some point Nori is attacked by murder drones. Khan "kills" her to put her out of her misery after she gets poisoned by nanite acid, but her "heart" survives and goes to search for the lab as well.

Solver infected drones, by way of matter manipulation, can repair themselves, and can survive as just a heart/core. The "meat" is another expression of the solvers powers. On the level of molecular matter manipulation, the difference between meat and circuitry is mostly academic. Thus, Nori survives what should have been death.

Yeva and her husband are also murdered at some point by V. Yeva's heart does not survive as far as we know.

Uzi grows up neglected by her father and her peers. She decides to fight the murder drones, both to do something proactive and to earn status.

Doll's solver powers awaken at some point, and she refines them with the goal of getting revenge on V for her parents' deaths.

Uzi finishes her gun, she shoots N's head off, and he regenerates. The rest of episode 1 happens. Uzi kills J, and decides to take revenge on humanity, who she still believes are the ones who sent the murder drones to Copper 9.

J's solver powers, controlled by Cyn, attempt to regenerate her. Episode 2 happens, and this instance of the Solver is killed during confrontation with Uzi and N.

Doll and Lizzy come up with a plan to lure V into and ambush, involving granting her the title of prom queen as a distraction. Doll murders all other candidates as part of the plan. Uzi and N save V, and V "kills" Doll, but her solver powers regenerate her. Uzi's solver power also awakens, and Doll learns about it. She promises to help Uzi with the patch if she finds it and leaves. Cyn and a revived copy of J arrive on the planet, with Cyn disguised as Tessa. This was episode 3.

Uzi learns about the lab collars from Khan, and that he met Nori and Yeva at Camp 98.7. She heads there to investigate, looking for more answers. Episode 4 happens, and Uzi starts succumbing to the hunger the absolute solver inflicts on those infected with it. Uzi also finds a "key bug" that can grant access to the hidden labs.

Afterward, Cyn starts reasserting control over N and V as their administrator, trying to delete resurfacing memories to keep them in line. Uzi hacks into them herself, and they relive some memories of the gala massacre on Earth. Uzi makes herself administrator of N and V instead, shielding them from Cyn's direct influence. During this, Doll manages to steal the key bug from Uzi, who gives it up in exchange for focusing on saving N and V. This was episode 5.

Uzi and the gang find "Tessa" and J. Doll is in the process of giving them the key bug in exchange for help entering the lab. Doll rethinks her deal and takes the bug back, fleeing underground. "Tessa" recruits the others and secretly sends J to destroy any other ways off the planet.

The rest of episode 6 follows after. Cyn seems to start hacking Uzi while they go, mostly to manipulate N. V stays behind to hold of the sentinels and allows N and Uzi to use the secret elevator.

Episode 7: Nori finally finds the patch usb-crucifix, and encounters N being toyed with by Cyn. She rescues N and they both go searching for Uzi to patch her. Uzi finds the church and starts investigating the records Nori obtained. Cyn then finds the experiment archives and destroys them. Doll fights her and is shredded. Doll staggers to the church and collapses near Uzi. Cyn follows close behind and tries to kill Uzi. N stops her and "kills" her. Cyn hacks Uzi and destroys the patch, then tries to kill N and Nori, but Uzi manages to fight her off at the end with parental rebellion.

Cyn then regenerates her body and eats Doll's heart, then tries to eat the planet. Uzi saves N from the pit and falls in herself. The pit explodes, sending Uzi, Nori, and quite a bit of debris to various heights. Episode 8 happens and Uzi defeats the cosmic horror by eating its core. The Absolute Solver and/or Cyn survive inside of Uzi. The End.

I ended up leaving out a lot of the specific details in the later parts here, because they were self-evident (Khan fixing the gun, etc.), and I didn't want this to get too long. Hopefully this helps clear up some aspects of the plot!

Can some benevolent soul explain me what the hell was Murder Drones about in the end? Because like at first episode the whole deal was that main characters wanted to destroy humanity for trying to destroy them, but at the end it's some kind of fantasy with zombie-girl with cyber-magic somehow destroying an entire planet with space tentacles, like what the hell? It's like a genuine request, the fuck is happening? Whos the Russian girl? Why in cybernetic future there were Victorian mansions and top hats? Why robots have meat? I don't understand neither plot nor world building.

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Major Arcana Tarot Meanings

The Fool  – 0

Upright: Innocence, freedom, originality, adventure, travel, foolishness, carelessness, idealism, youth, spontaneity, lack of commitment, new beginnings Reversed: Recklessness, carelessness, negligence, stupidity, distraction, apathy, irrationality, lack of fun, hope or faith

The Magician  –  I

Upright: Power, influence, willpower, resourcefulness, skill, ability, logic, intellect, concentration and psychic powers Reversed: Manipulation, greed, unused ability, untrustworthiness, trickery, conniving, cunning, lack of mental clarity

The High Priestess  – II

Upright: Desirability, unattainability, mystery, sensuality, spirituality, thirst for knowledge, mystery, subconscious, higher power, creativity, fertility Reversed: Repression of intuition, blocked psychic powers, unwanted attention, uncontrolled outbursts and sexual tension, lack of self-belief, fertility issues

The Empress  –  III

Upright: Pregnancy, fertility, motherhood, sensuality, nurturing, creativity, beauty, femininity, nature, harmony, art Reversed: Insecurity, infertility, lack of confidence, lack of growth, overbearing tendencies, disharmony, negligence

The Emperor  –  IV

Upright: Older man, stability, dependability, fatherhood, father-figure, structure, protectiveness, authority, logical, practical Reversed: Abuse of power, excessively controlling, rigidity, stubbornness, lack of discipline, lack of control, absentee father, paternity issues

The Hierophant  –  V

Upright: Traditional institutions, traditional values, conventional, conformity, marriage, commitment, religion, beliefs, knowledge sharing Reversed: Challenging tradition, unconventional lifestyles, unconventional relationships, reversed roles, non-conformity

The Lovers  –  VI

Upright: Love, soulmates, kindred spirits, perfect unions, partnerships, relationships, major choices, romance, desire, sexual connections, shared values Reversed: Disharmony, trust issues, imbalance, conflict, disconnection, lack of accountability, disunion, detachment

The Chariot  –  VII

Upright: Victory, overcoming obstacles, success, ambition, determination, willpower, control, self-discipline, hard work and focus Reversed: Forcefulness, lack of direction, lack of self-control, powerlessness, aggression, coercion, being blocked by obstacles

Strength  –  VIII

Upright: Inner strength, courage, bravery, confidence, compassion, taming, control, overcoming self-doubt Reversed: Vulnerability, self-doubt, weakness, low self-esteem, lack of confidence, feeling inadequate

The  Hermit  –  IX

Upright: Spiritual enlightenment, soul searching, self-reflection, introspection, contemplation, inner guidance, solitude Reversed: Loneliness, paranoia, isolation, reclusiveness, withdrawal, anti-social, restrictive, paralyzed by fear.

The Wheel of Fortune  –  X

Upright: Good luck, destiny, change, karma, soulmates, decisive moments, cycles of life, fate, fortune, upheaval, chance Reversed: Bad luck, upheaval, disorder, external forces, lack of control, disruption, unwelcome change, delays, set backs, karma

Justice  –  XI

Upright: Justice, karmic justice, consequences, legal disputes, law, truth, honesty, integrity, cause and effect, life lessons Reversed: Injustice, karmic retribution, dishonesty, corruption, lack of accountability, dishonesty, unfairness, karmic avoidance

The Hanged Man  –  XII

Upright: Feeling trapped, confined, self-limiting, uncertainty, lack of direction, needing release, letting go Reversed: Discontentment, apathy, disinterest, stagnation, impulsiveness, negative patterns, detachment

Death  –  XIII

Upright: Spiritual transformation, new beginnings, letting go, endings, change, transition, sudden or unexpected upheaval Reversed: Inability to move forward, fear of beginnings, repeating negative patterns, resisting change, dependency

Temperance  –  XIV

Upright: Balance, peace, patience, moderation, inner calm, perspective, tranquillity, harmonious relationships, soulmates Reversed: Imbalance, self-indulgence, excess, clashing, lack of perspective, discord, antagonism, recklessness, hastiness

The Devil  –  XV

Upright: Addiction, depression, mental health issues, secrecy, obsession, cheating, dependency, bondage, materialism, sexuality, powerlessness, hopelessness, abuse, violence, assault Reversed: Detachment, independence, overcoming addiction, freedom, revelation, reclaiming power, reasserting control

The Tower  –  XVI

Upright: Chaos, destruction, sudden upheaval, trauma, unexpected change, disaster, loss, tragedy, revelations, confusion, pain, divorce, abuse, violence, bankruptcy, natural disasters, inevitable endings Reversed: Resisting change, averting disaster, avoiding tragedy, delaying the inevitable, avoiding loss, lack of insight, codependence

The Star  –  XVII

Upright: Hope, inspiration, creativity, calm, contentment, renewal, serenity, spirituality, healing, positivity Reversed: Hopelessness, despair, focusing on the negative, lack of faith, lack of inspiration, lack of creativity, boredom, monotony

The Moon  –  XVIII

Upright: Intuition, illusion, dreams, vagueness, instability, deception, anxiety, fear, misconception, subconscious, insecurity, clouded Reversed: Releasing fear, unveiling secrets, subsiding anxiety, truth, regaining composure, self-deception, blocked intuition

The Sun  –  XIX

Upright: Positivity, freedom, fun, success, optimism, vitality, joy, confidence, self-expression, good luck, enthusiasm, happiness, truth, openness, pregnancy Reversed: Lack of enthusiasm, excessive enthusiasm, sadness, pessimism, unrealistic expectations, ego, conceitedness, oppression, infertility

Judgement  – XX

Upright: Judgement, self-evaluation, awakening, renewal, composure, decisiveness, homesickness, snap judgements, apportioning blame, forgiveness, judgemental Reversed: Indecisiveness, self-doubt, malicious gossip, lack of self-awareness, unwillingness to learn karmic lessons, unfair blame, false accusations

The World  –  XXI

Upright: Success, achievement, accomplishment, travel, completion, fulfillment, sense of belonging, wholeness Reversed: Lack of success, stagnation, lack of achievement, disappointment, burden, lack of completion

[pen-observing]

i think...

synopsis: ayato and you finally seem to talk honestly about your past. waters still for a moment and there is happiness. after all, what is one letter more?

part v of my short ayato series called ‘reinvention’ word count: 1.7k

What exists in time?

Ayato often tells himself that time is an illusion with possibilities. He knows that it will continue to flow with a specific rhythm like cascades and waves that come. He also knows that time can serve a purpose. How long should he wait until seeking you out and responding to your letter?

Not long. Ayato lives on the verge of being impatient and time should be on his side right now; it should be a reward.

Not long doesn’t mean, however, not at all. He sits in his office, reading over the letter again and again. He looks at how your fingers were rushing; looks at how much trust and frustration seeps through. You finally open up and Ayato refuses to break that thin strand you finally unravelled in his direction.

The letter carries pain too, he can see. He knows souls and hearts need time to calm down, reflect and pull themselves together after something like this. So, he waits. He waits until the evening to seek you out.

Some people live unfortunate lives where their letters never get a reply. Live lives in which their feelings are unaddressed and discarded; like all the three leaf clovers during summer while kids search for the lucky ones. Their emotions are treated with negligence and thrown over the shoulder into endless green.

But, you know that it will not be the same for you. Ayato answering you is not a question of if. It simply becomes a question of when and how. How do you act after this? Waiting with some doubt is better than waiting in vain, you remember. Perhaps because of that, even when your heart feels calm as you sit on the bed, you do not hear Ayato approach your door.

He knocks with the back of his knuckle and you feel absolutely no hesitation from his side. Ayato does not hesitate, perhaps ever. “Can I?” he asks. And, it could be the tone of his voice or the absence of hesitation that brings you reassurance.

You straighten your back and mumble out a yes. Ayato walks in and closes the door. While you did imagine different speeches and responses to extend all this time, and while writing the letter too, suddenly your mind goes quiet. His face holds no judgement over the things your words expressed. He doesn’t hate you and you can see that he doesn’t consider you weak either.

Despite this, his face is serious as he motions towards the space next to you and you nod. He sits down and looks at you from the side. You’re looking onward, as always. You are not looking at him, and that is okay.

Ayato is aware that someone always has to break the silence and considers it his duty to do so with you right now.

“Thank you.” He says. What is he thanking you for? Why does he act like your feelings are not a burden to him? How is it that a person can thank you for an emotional outburst?

“Your thanks are not necessary.” is what you respond with.

Ayato sighs but it is more for himself than you. The truth is, he gets greedy sometimes. Not for materialistic things, although many would think so considering he brought back glory to his clan. Ayato gets greedy with the people he loves. Water moves in both ways and he reassures himself that as long as his motifs are pure – he can afford to be tainted by such greed. Now he knows you more and he weights what to say.

“Who?” is what he says next. His mind tells him that sometimes questions serve a better purpose.

His question makes you confused and you turn to look at him. “What do you mean who?”

“Who convinced you that you have to forget? Not remembering those we truly loved is a sin.”

This moment certainly solidifies what everyone says about Ayato. He is a presence that surrounds your whole being when you get close. He is the sea that holds you afloat when you step away from the shore. He always seems to know just what to say and just what to ask.

Ayato just looks at you while you are confronting something deep inside. He is right, you think. He is absolutely right. You have been trying to forget Kaeya completely all this time. The method clearly did not work. Any small reminders would set off sparks of memories. You said your feelings were true and that his were too, so, wouldn’t forgetting it completely mean ruining the past? Ruining all of the occasions that meant growth?

And who convinced you that? Who said remembering would be your ruin? You did. It seemed like the logical response at the time. Now you realise how foolishly emotional it was.

Ayato sees that you came to a conclusion. He looks up. “I think...that forgetting is a hard thing to do.”, now his eyes are on you with the same intensity of first meetings. “Your letter tells me you still remember details even if you were rushing.”

Right once again. Even in moments of revelation, perhaps especially in them, humans are weak. Ayato sees your frame on the verge of shaking and holds your shoulders to bring tranquillity. Warm waves wash over you.

“You are allowed to remember. In fact, you must.” He almost wants to curse at himself. He is sitting there, thanking gods that they allowed this moment but in it - he is telling you to remember some other man. Not just some, but the one that marked your life. Still, he knows that forgetting does not mean healing. And, while he is greedy, he won’t tolerate that chance being taken away from you.

His waves washed away all the confusion, all the doubt. “Thank you”, you say and he smiles in return.

Ayato wants to tell you more. He wants to tell you that the moonlight you so fondly remember will still touch you. He wants to tell you that you should think about the sun sometimes as well. Morning flows into night, such is time; dusk follows into dawn.

Instead of this, he asks, once more: “Can I?” and you are not sure what he means but you nod your head. Kaeya’s and Ayato’s greed lies in two separate realms. After a moment you think that Ayato is about to let his greed overflow and kiss your lips, in a way that makes you tingle and gasp for air, so you close your eyes. Instead, Ayato places a soft kiss on your forehead. He lets his lips linger and yearn and you think that he feels warm. He feels warm in the same way that the crackling fire keeps lonely souls company long into the night.

He moves away and looks at you with a smile. This is enough, he thinks. This is the start of your healing, he thinks. And being a witness to it will be his own type of happiness.

Ayato stands up and the space next to you feels less warm than you would like to admit. He has to break the silence again. “I know that his might sound hypocritical of me, but please get some rest.” You resist the urge to touch your forehead. Instead, your hands find rest on your lap as you answer: “It does sound rather hypocritical of you.” It is the best you can come up with in that moment but it still makes Ayato laugh.

“In any case, please, understand the sentiment.” You do. And Ayato is about to say something else when you both hear footsteps rushing.

“My Lord!” Thoma opens the door with such vigour that it causes shock. Ayato  clenches his jaw and for some reason you grip your knee. The only time Thoma rushes like this is when there is an emergency.

“I did not find you in your quarters but I am glad to have found you here! Take a look at this!”

He hands Ayato an envelope. Could it be that something with the Shuumatsuban went wrong? Is it new Intel? Is it something even worse? Ayato made it a point to never carry his sword in your room and for a moment he feels unprepared.

He looks at the seal and realises he can relax. Partially. It is not that kind of trouble and he is glad. But what could the letter carrying Mondstadt’s seal mean when it is addressed to his clan’s name? As Ayato opens the letter you recognise the seal and stand up to see. He reads the content and flashes a bittersweet smile. You do not notice. Gods gave him a short respite and are testing him again it seems.

As you start to read the letter, he reads the signatures. If the grand master is not present, is it normal for three people to sign off on a letter?

Jean Gunnhildr is the first name. He sees that a secure hand signed it but he can see through the hesitation by the way the ink looks in the middle. Almost like the person wanted to cut it off in their overthinking. Minci Lisa, comes after. By the way this person signs off their name, even if it certainly looks the part, he sees some hints of aggression. Still, she seems to have put in a small double looped heart at the end. If Jean’s signature was formal for all parties, Ayato knows this one is meant for you. And there, at the very end, stands the signature of Kaeya Alberich. Ayato furrows his brows and tsks under his breath. His signature should be the one carrying the most hesitance and guilt, yet he recognises none. The man you used to love is certainly frustrating to him already. In more ways than one.

Ayato sees that you have read the letter too. “They are asking us, but mostly you I’d say, to come to the Windblume festival. Seems like they miss you. So, how about it? Would you like to do some travelling?” He closes the letter as you nod.

Mondstadt is not just Kaeya. It is the city of freedom. It is other people carrying love. It is yourself. Remembering is okay, now. You can’t keep running away. Mondstadt is a place you ran from but it is also the place you have to come back to.

a/n: editing this with my cat in my lap was harder than i thought. he wants cuddles and traps my hand under his paws!! tbh this chapter was a bit nerve wrecking to write. still, i hope you liked it! (and i hope you did not see the end coming)

[feysandfeels]

guess who’s baaaaaaaaack (at least to do this... did they already published one for umm Commander Rot and Lauren (?) auren (?).. if so then I will do that too)

✌🏼 Here’s hoping someone tells Emilia the truth for once ✌🏼

1. Emilia deciding to procrastinate processing her sister’s (RAT) betrayal by having sex with Wrath….. I can’t, in good faith, say I wouldn’t do the same. You’re doing amazing sweety!

2. “It was as if the realm itself wanted us to finally … be together”. Fuck. You want to say “fuck”. Cowards all of the people involved in forbidding this sentence to go with fuck

3. Ay yess Wrath she chooses you. Weren’t you paying attention??? She wants you. i want you. we all want you

4. PATIENCE MY PROVE WORTHWHILE RIGHT NOW? Oh FUCK NO. Enough. ENOUGH. You blueballed us for a whole ass book. No. NO. I refuse to take this ABUSEEEEEEE.

5. Omg omg jajajajajajajajajajajaja who cockblocked them? Jajajajajajajajajajajajajaj nooooooo jajajajajajaja and they were naked jajajajajajajaj getting started HAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAHAHAHAHAHAHA also also also I fucking knew Kerri Maniscalco would do something like this the second she ended KotC with them waiting to fuck. V coward me thinks.

6. Emilia, my love, this isn’t an illusion or a memory… this is very clearly your reality. Try not being so slow my love, otherwise you will not survive this book.

7. wait... is this the last book? nooo no. Is it? nooo noo nooooo noo no no. C’mon no. no. no no no. another one? no? it was four books..

8. FUCK VITTORIA FOR EVERYTHING SHE PUT EMILIA THROUGH. But like what was the reason of abducting her when she is star naked... like c’mon.. let her have sex and the abduct her to have the most pointless conversation ever. Like that literally could have been an email. 

9. Also that werewolf dude... baby chill you are irrelevant. Sit down.

10. I’m calling it now, Vittoria and Emilia are #TheFeared. But also like... what the fck did Nonna do to you Vittoria?? but yeah.. Nonna is v sus, she’s the one who like locked Claudia’s aunt, Carolina in that realm... no? well that’s me theory. 

11. PrinceWitch’s love language is bodies of water and food. I have proof. I am not wrong. 

12. Also... kinda turned on when Wrath said literally punched between realms to get to Emilia... kinda hot. 

13. Vittoria is the worst and all but her plan did make of Emilia the kind of person who will suck her fiance in public... so like... listen.. all I’m saying is...maybe it had points.. or like you know worth a discussion at least.

14.ALSO ALSO ALSO, Sloth, baby, I kinda claim you. Yes. Sexy that you read all those books and are so well educated in very specific things. Mysterious. Committed to learning. Private. I like that. He’s mine.

15. This whole exchange between the brothers was pure gold. I love this familial dynamic.

16. Emilia has a heart of gold still defending Vittoria after she very clearly killed Greed’s lover.. like listen I expect only the worse of Vittoria  so like I will agree that it points to her and Emilia is like grasping at straws saying that someone could be framing her... But Emilia my girl that sisterhood bond...you are a treasure. I too would also defend my traitorous sister like that.

17 Greed: “or the monstrosity your intended calls sister”

Wrath: Family, am I right?

OH MY GOD BABY WRATH OH MY GOD HAHAHAHAAH Emilia is not going to have sex with you after this 

THE DRAMA

OH IF SOMEONE IS FOUND HARBOURING HER THEY WILL BE EXECUTED

OH SHIT BUT EMILIA IS NOT AN OFFICIAL MEMBER.. MY MAN TRULY SAID NO TO SEX FOR VITTORIA’S SAKE. 

VITTORIA YOU ARE THE BANE OF MY EXISTENCE. 

18. Kinda love this whole “she is a traitor, but she is my traitor” narrative because like.. let me get real with you for a second, I think we all have that one person for whom we would literally set the world on fire and sort of turn a blind-eye to their errors, even when they hurst us it’s nothing but instinct to still protect them. I love it when narratives choose this... like bucky and steve... you know before Steve said fuck you to character development and logic and went back in time to destroy a marriage

19. Is Emilia going to seduce one of the brothers??? Emilia is going to seduce one the brothers.

Full disrespect to anyone there but how the fuck do you actually buy into Emilia’s plan? Have you not seen how in love she is with Wrath? like c’mon hahahah you deserve whatever you have coming

Also Wrath... baby this is clearly the game... like she’s faking it. Wrath don’t be an idiot. IDK but like I feel this anger is like meh?? like c’mon don’t be ridiculous. And yes he was supposed to make a scene... but like from narration idk if he’s faking it or actually feeling it. 

20. Fuck off Devon hahahahaah

21. This scene in Greed’s court is basically a Court of Nightmares ACOMAF  fanfic like yeah 100% Kerri read that and went ... oh but I can make it fanfic unhinged

22. Also like...how do we feel about him throwing her over his shoulder and carrying her away. Like that is hardly a dignified position so ... like and the way it exposes you... like not for me, but I am willing to be convinced. 

23. “my general” aaaaaay epa Emilia quien te viera amiga

24. All I’m saying Emilia is, now that you are fully fucking Wrath without shame and giving in into your sexuality and passion and body and love all of that with Wrath, was it really bad that Vittoria set all these events in motion? Like I’m just saying

25. the “tell me I am your favorite sin” WILL NEVER NOT SLAP. NEVER NOT A BOP.

26.But the goddess curse me is just eh

27. The fact that Emilia always gets her visions when she is fucking Wrath jijij very Penny Dreadful of her. Like imagine the power of his sexual force that that is the thing that breaks the memory curse or whatever it is that doesn’t permit them to remember. 

28. Epaaaa! Fuck buddies tattos (the soulmate version)

29. Okay so Vittoria’s lavender eyes is because she is now her true self or whatever and in doing whatever ritual she did that make her seem like she was dead was to reveal her true form... yes? valid theory? no? maybe so?

30. And Emilia unleashed her power and true self ... by.... having... sex with Wrath. Both equally valid experiences. 

31. okay.. but majesty of what? like goddess of like fury? ...... ummmmmmmm okay. Is she still like the feared? umm okay then she is just a goddess. I mean cool yes... but I was expecting more? like maybe one of the figures we had been discussing within the lore of the book? maybe the daughter of the crone or something like that... not some random goddess figure we had never mentioned beyond her prayers..but that was never meant to seem as an actual figure.

32. Okay so all of the memories of her human life we fabricated by her.... Nonna ??? in order to trap them??? and make her believe she was just a random ass witch. Or did they, whoever they is, destroy the twins immortal bodies and were reincarnated into “witch” babies... and that’s why we still saw them as babies or well eight year old

33. DAAAAAAMN Vittoria being the goddess of death. That’s way more badass. Sorry Emilia.

34. Is Vittoria, Pride’s long dead bride?

35. Emilia not believing deaths because of how Vittoria faked her own has the same energy as all of us GoT fans who would not believe a character was truly gone until we literally saw the head roll and the body burnt.. and I can’t blame her for that. V smart me things

36. “run for our fortress” essentially is the “run for our home”... ayyyy how sweet. 

37. The “if you think I will leave you” trope WILL NEVER NOT BE A BOP.

38. HOLY FUCK DID VITTORIA JUST KILLED THAT WOLF BOY?

39.DID SHE KILL THOSE GIRLS TOO? UNHINGED BESTIE WHY? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG? LIKE WHYYYY I CAN GET BEHING PURE CHAOTIC EVIL BUT LIKE GIVE ME A REASON

40. “we are the feared” I KNEW IT I FUCKING KNEW IT.

41. see, I know that being goddess of fury is like badass and all that, but in my head it literally looks like this

she should have been the goddess of vengeance. Now that is fucking badass.

42. Vittoria literally created chaos and then bailed... and as much as I think she is a rat.. like I can’t help but respect that.

43. Fuck Wrath is hurt fuck fuck fuck.  But oh I do love these types of scenes like the lover distracted taking care of his beloved or reuniting with them after battle and then someone stabbing them or like an arrow or whatever.. those cold seconds of the realization.. ufff damn good drama.

44. Honestly though Vittoria is dumb as fuck because I’m 100% sure that if she had explained her plan when they were both human, Emilia would have worked with her.... never summoned Wrath and would have never fallen in love with him. Like bestie plan better. 

45. emilia setting everyone on fire

46. oh my god Vittoria is insane! Jesus girl calm the fuck down! there are better ways to like idk trigger your sister’s powers. What the fuck dude! SHE IS SO INFURIATING AND ANNOYING SOMEONE NEEDS TO LIKE PUT A LEASH ON THAT DEGENERATE RAT. WHAT THE FUCK SHE IS SO UNHINGED

47. What the fuck is greed doing here.. or is it envy? wait it’s envy. He’s such a slut for Vittoria hahahah what a looser. Did Vittoria really locked Emilia with Envy? bestie don’t you have enough budget for two cells?

[magicalmysteryperson]

ANOTHER DEMON RISES!

Name: Akiko Megumi/Avitdaita (Avi for short) Gender: She Sexuality: Not a major priority, but probably Bi? Species: Cibusien Vices: Greed/Sloth Virtue: Humility Magus: Metal and Crystal, along with illusions Info under the cut

General: Avi is a coy, pickpocketing kitsune that loves shiny things. She's extremely outgoing and loves being around people. In fact, it's her greatest strength. She can con you out of thousands of dollars, or even your prized valuables just by talking to you. She never gets caught, not even with the largest of hauls. That's because she isn't doing much to get to her prize in the first place. She lets her illusions take care of the job. No fingerprints, no culprit. However, she can get distracted easily by even just a glimmer of a singular sequin or the clinking sound of coins. These environmental factors can put her in a trance and shut off her magic if she gets too lost in the stimuli. She does carry some toys to counteract the distractions, but only for a little bit. While she isn't hanging out with the Demon Fam and pickpocketing valuables, she streams as her v-tuber alias "Rinko Ina" to get more money.

A few facts: -She is allergic to chocolate. -Despite being the one taking care of the finances for the band "Four Horsemen", she's terrible at math. Luckily, she gets help from Dora. -She currently has 40,000 followers on her ARK.tv (this universe's equivalent to Twitch) account. -She can speak English, Japanese, and French.

Meet the Demon Fam! 🐐🐍🐌🦊🦚🐷🐲👨

[pheedraws]

🎲 ✍️ 🏝🤯………… 👀👀💖✨!!!!

🎲 Using a method of your choosing, share a randomly-selected line.

It's the 16th today, so... 16th line!

“Ah-a.” A swift hand on his chest pushed him back from the doorway, the man’s grunt of surprise making her lips twist into a smile. “Cigar.”

✍️  Share a line you’ve edited, and what it used to be.

Full disclosure, I never keep any of my old stuff once I’ve reworked it and I have a memory like a sieve, so this one was a bit of a challenge... 

“Strange, isn’t it? We all had those Silverhand posters up on our walls growin’ up, now you’re working with the fucker who killed ‘im.”

To...... 

“Fuckin’ weird, isn’t it?” Jackie rolled the half-empty bottle between his palms, condensation shining under the purple neon of the bar. “We all had those Silverhand posters up on our walls growin’ up, now you’re working with the fucker who killed ‘im.”

🏝 Share your favourite description of a setting.

The soldier huffed and fell silent once more, gaze fixed on the building ahead of them. In the darkness of night, the scars of corporate greed were almost entirely hidden, the hazy glow of dim streetlamps bathing the motel in a warmth that could almost fool a lone traveller with its beauty, none the wiser to the deep, devastating cracks of neglect and abuse the light of day would expose with the rising of the sun.

Dawn’s still hours away, V thought. No point in ruinin’ the illusion just yet. 

🤯 Share a surprising line, or one where a character realizes something.

The woman beside him stirred, moving closer to his warmth while she slept, and the crushing weight in the pit of his stomach told him he already knew the answer to the question plaguing his mind.

Because it’s her.