#AND THE CRAB MEN ARE BREEDING

[underestimated-shadow]

This, this, this, this…

…is pure Oliver Putnam.

Only Murders in the Building (2021-)

[syoddeye]

Price as Davy Jones from POTC. Comes back every ten years to track down reader no matter where they are

the timing of this ask is bananas, because i was just discussing a similar premise with friends. (except davy jones!ghost, purely to describe him prying a barnacle off of his face and eating it in front of reader.) but this works so well with price, too.

prefacing this by admitting I haven't watched any potc movies since they came out. so this is based on what i remember, and we're going to be forgiving lol. this spun out into 1.9k.

cw: implied/referenced noncon/rape, body horror, stabbing/shooting/violence in general, implied/referenced breeding, largely unedited all vibes no brakes.

Clinging to a scrap of what was once a passenger ship, choking on smoke and seawater, you whimper as bits of wreckage and bodies bob around you, lifeless limbs brushing against your legs.

The wreckage still burns, providing just enough light to keep the nightmare well within sight. You see too much: the ship’s carcass, curious dark shadows, a woman in the distance gradually being sucked beneath the surface, her dress pulling taut like an anchor.

You barely register the ship until you hear the whipping of its sails.

Its silhouette is monstrous. A ghastly thing, every bit of it disfigured by time and violence. Its lights blur in your salt-stung eyes, and you blink hard, certain it isn't real. It's a hallucination, a cruel trick of exhaustion.

Yet, it is instinct to call out, to raise your voice. A very human thing, the desire to survive.

Minutes pass, and you're sure that your voice is lost among the waves, but the slap of a dinghy hitting water jars you. Voices call out, searching. Hope stirs in your chest, but as the small boat nears, its crew shoving wreckage and bodies aside, you see the figure at its bow.

A man. Not a man.

A lantern swings in a fist. Light and shadow spill across the figure. Wet skin like pale wax, cloudy eyes set beneath a furrowed brow—and that is where his humanity ends. 

Protruding from his beard, claws arc from his face, ridged and brown like a crab's shell, melding seamlessly into the flesh of his jaw and temples. His lips, blackened and peeling, purse together in a line. A line that slowly tips upward in its corners as your eyes grow wider and wider.

A scream works its way up your throat, but it sticks. The last thing you see is his hand, reaching, before the world spins, and darkness swallows you.

You come to, tucked in a bed, with a callused and damp hand holding your own, like a nurse would. Humming a quiet song.

It's him.

When you scream, he waits. When you cry, he says nothing. He watches you recoil, your breath catching and shuddering on your panic, and he permits it all. But when exhaustion drags you back to the pillows, he moves. A canteen pressed to your lips. A piece of bread on your tongue.

"Consider this is a second chance," He rasps, voice like the ship he plucked you from, charred and waterlogged, bubbling and burnt. "A survivor, but only alive because I decreed it so."

He names himself Captain Price. Gestures around you: this is his ship, his crew. You'll find no disloyalty here, no soft hearts. Then, with a flex of his claws—gleaming, articulated things jutting grotesquely from his skin—he acknowledges what you've already guessed. 

"You've heard the stories, I'd wager."

You have. Cursed ships. Drowned men who don't stay dead. When you booked your passage, the name was muttered like a bad omen, then dismissed with soothing reassurances: That ship's just a tale to scare the children and womenfolk.

But the proof sits in front of you, chest heaving in watery breaths, clouded eyes watching your every move.

"I've invoked my privileges as captain," He informs you as you stare, dumbstruck. "You'll be under my protection. Mine alone."

The implication is clear, as sharp as the claws on his face. Companion. The word sticks in your throat. The roof of your mouth.

When the fear overwhelms you again, your body shaking with what he means, he doesn't let you cry or scream. His grip tightens into a vise until you gasp, a warning. His spare hand, an even more disfigured mangle of fingers and claws, drum against the bed frame. 

"If that doesn't suit, you can bunk with the crew tonight. And come morning, I'll see you back to the sea."

It isn't much of a choice. Not one at all, really. You let the silence speak for you, and he releases your wrist. Rising to his full height, he tells you to finish the bread, drink, and sleep. 

"Unfortunate thing like you, you'll need it."

The next day, you're allowed more time to rest, though don't dare sleep. You're terrified of the Captain. Of him reconsidering his so-called mercy. Worse still, when you do think of the crew, you almost wish he'd let them have you. At least it would afford you an end to this torture. Peace at the bottom of the sea.

The cabin door is locked at all times, of course. Still, you're surprised to find yourself free to roam its cramped confines. You rifle through maps and logbooks, though the latter might as well be written in a foreign language. The room offers little else: no paintings, no books, nothing of sentiment. A space for planning and sleeping, nothing else.

You listen instead. The voices above deck, the crash of waves. Through the porthole, you see no land, discern no direction. The hours crawl by, and it's only when the sun disappears that he returns.

He brings food. Your dress, dried. You take the meal reluctantly, your appetite thin but you do not think he'll allow you to starve. You don't question the food's origin. From what little you've gathered, he doesn't need it.

When you're finished, the Captain takes the plate and utensils without a word. Alone again.

And so it continues. Breakfast. Dinner. Hours of silence in between. Days pass, melting into one another. You lose yourself in the monotony and isolation. You're certain this is hell: locked in a cabin surrounded by monsters, the devil himself tending to you.

Eventually, the thought comes, sprung from the desperate prayers you whisper every night. Clear and unshakable. Kill the devil. Free yourself.

When the moment arrives at dinner, you do not hesitate. The dinner knife fits perfectly in your hand as you swing it, the blade aimed at his chest. You expect resistance, struggle—but there's none. The steel sinks in easily, the sound wet and horribly soft, and the grin on his face only deepens.

He laughs. Your blood turns cold.

"Was waitin' for this," he chuckles, grabbing and pressing his pistol into your hand. He adjusts your grip, tilts the barrel toward the vulnerable stretch of his throat where carapace gives way to flesh. His claws click against the weapon as he steadies it.

"C'mon, darling. See what happens."

The shot rattles your teeth, and then it's everywhere. Blood, bits of tissue, saltwater spraying out in a burst. It coats his chest, slick and shining, and splatters up your hands, your arms.

For a heartbeat, you think it worked. His head rests against the back of his chair.

But his skin, ceral and dripping, slowly knits. Wet threads reach for one another and tie themselves together, leaving a shallow ridge. It's as if you did nothing at all. His head tips back up, gaze heavy-lidded and glinting. He spits the ball of lead out, a dark sludge dripping from the corner of his lips, and his good hand finds the back of your skull. He reels you in for a kiss. Defeat tastes like salt and iron. 

The routine changes. 

An unholy wedding occurs. You know God averts his eyes.

The man leading you down the aisle wears a skull as a mask, its hollow sockets fixed forward, fluttering gills at his neck. It is the first taste of fresh air you've had in weeks. Gruesome creatures crowd the deck, clawed hands and tendrils reaching to tug at your makeshift veil of netting and lace. Their jeers fill the air, delighted and mocking.

You are wed.

But Price admits to you on your wedding night, his deformed clawed hand cradling your head, buried within you, that he knows you can't stay. There are places he must travel, places you cannot go.

You do not believe him until he finds you an island, which, unbeknownst to you, lies on the path of a trade route. It hits you as he lifts you from the dinghy and sets you down in the shallows. This must be the end of it. This is the last you will see of him and his crew, his cursed ship. You will starve, die, and rot in freedom.

Before you take a single step toward the beach, he seizes you by your dress, turning you back to him. His eyes scour your face as if trying to memorize it. Every feature, every detail.

He leans in close, whispering in the salt-sweet air, "I'll find you again. I can promise you that."

Time blurs into a haze of hunger and thirst before you're found. It's hailed as a miracle: you survived. The sentiment haunting as you limp your way back to what remains of your life. 

Years pass and wear the edges of memory down, turning them almost bearable. Captain Price's promise fades into the background, like the echo of a bad dream.

You take a husband. You find a new home. You vow to never touch the sea, again.

Until the storm.

It comes howling, ripping through the harbor, swallowing ships whole, and splintering docks. The air is charged, furious. You cannot put words to it, but in your bones, it feels personal. You watch from your window, mesmerized, until you see it—a figure in the rain.

The lantern's light swings with his steps up the hill to your cottage. The whistle from his blackened cuts through the roaring wind, and your stomach knots with the memory it drags from the depths of your mind.

Your husband goes to ask if the stranger requires shelter from the storm. Frozen in fear, you cannot stop him as he greets his death with open arms.

Through the window, you see it unfold. The moment of recognition, him stiffening as he takes in what he sees. Then he screams, the sound ripped straight from his chest, raw and panicked, the same way you screamed all those years ago.

You try to hide, of course. Try to bar the door, arm yourself with whatever you can find. But it doesn't matter. The door groans, then gives. It crashes open, shoving back the table, and in he steps. Captain Price. Rainwater and the blood of your poor husband dripping from his hands. 

"Who was that, love?"

His grip is cold and iron-tight as he pulls you from your corner. "Not this again," He chuckles, plucking the kitchen knife from your hand.

The Captain drags you to bed, chest heaving, eyes moving over you like he's deciding where to start. How to make up for lost time. He speaks softly, almost tender. Husbandly.

"Ten years is long for you, I know," He peels your clothes off, marveling. He studies the changes in your body with reverence, dragging his fingertips along every line and wrinkle. "I do not fault you for your loneliness. But…a husband?" His tone hardens, eyes locking to yours. "Did you forget you were already a wife?"

Your mouth opens, then closes, nothing coming out but shallow, desperate breaths, like a fish gasping on the deck.

"This time," he murmurs as he shrugs free of his coat, then his shirt, "I'll give you something to remember our vows by."

The Captain leaves with the storm. The town counts its losses, buries its dead, and you stand by your own pile of dirt behind your cottage, a hand pressed over your belly.

Dread already quickening.

Ten years isn't that long at all.

[sunflowervoltwentyeight]

Happy 28th! Here is my September 2024 fic rec, organized by word count, from longest to shortest. You can view my other fic recs here. Enjoy!

Godless, Graceless, and Young by kiddle / @bluejeanlouis (110k)

Seattle, Washington, 1991

It takes a special breed to have a slacker persona and still be a millionaire rockstar. Harry is about halfway there. He's the guitarist in a Seattle grunge band that could finally be headed somewhere, but he's also been sleeping on his bassist's sofa for the last three months and has been fired from every day-job he's had. Money doesn't equal success, but it does pay the bills.

When a job offer and a new lead singer stumble into Harry's life, he might be getting a lot more than he bargained for. Like a couple of extra gigs and a boy who can teach him more than just how to mix a few drinks, and it's gonna take a few band brawls and a whole lot of heart-searching to get there.

He's gotta have one somewhere...

Coax the Cold by mediawhore / @mediawhorefics (86k)

England, 1897.  

English Professor Louis Tomlinson’s passion for the occult has been a source of mockery and derision for most of his life. When he hears whispers of a travelling freak show newly established in London claiming the existence of a monstrous sea hybrid, half-man, half-fish, Louis sees it as his ticket to credibility amongst his peers. The summer he spends undercover working on the show, however, gives him much more than that.

Late Nights and Good Intentions by princelouisau / @princelouisau (71k)

“About last night,” Harry says suddenly, as if he’d been debating on whether to say anything. Louis whips back around to look at him.

“Do not finish that thought,” Louis says just as abruptly.

Harry looks at him oddly, as if assessing him. With a small frown, it seems the assessment is over. “I only wish to say that you do not have to dwell on it. The rest of the men will surely forget by tonight.”

“And you?” Louis asks, raising an eyebrow. “Will you forget?”

“I will remember every second of it fondly,” the Lord says, no trace of a tease in his words. or, a Victorian era au where Louis pines for his overprotective older brother’s very charming best friend.

For You, I Would Ruin Myself by wildestdreams / @thelavendrhaze (54k) WIP

It was the perfect last day of summer. They built sandcastles, wrote their names in the sand, and caught crabs, which they eventually let go when one of them pinched Louis and he was near tears. Afterward, they swam in the ocean, splashing each other playfully before moving toward one another in sync, lips pressing together in sweet kisses. When their skin turned prune-like, they returned to shore, laying out on their towels beneath the bright sun, snacking on fruit and chocolate while talking about everything and nothing.

At some point, Harry had shared, “I think this has been my favorite summer yet.”

“Why’s that?” Louis asked, a smile peeking out as though he already knew. He looked so pretty and cool with his sun-kissed skin and black Ray-Bans covering his eyes.

Harry rolled over on his towel until he was half-pressed against Louis and placed his palms on top of Louis’ chest, tucking his chin over them. “Because I had you.”

or

Harry’s unrequited crush on Louis turns into a whirlwind summer romance, only to leave him heartbroken in the end. Years later, a return to his hometown forces Harry to confront his past and the one person he was running from.

Tarnished but so Grand by tilthesundies / @tllthesundies (32k)

Louis hides in places. Harry always finds him.

I'll Be Your Love Tonight by dinosaursmate (20k)

“I don’t know how I’m ever going to walk away from you.” “So don’t.” Harry ran a fingertip over Louis’ thigh. “Stay with me.” - It's the summer of 1999 and Louis Tomlinson has been abandoned at a house party. A dispute over Smirnoff Ice and several night buses later, Louis is unsure how he'll ever walk away from this lovely, curly-haired boy.

Green in the Morning and Blue Afternoon by wildestdreams / @thelavendrhaze (14k)

“Harry,” Louis whispered beside him.

Harry hummed, his hand coming up to stroke Louis’ back. Louis was still on top of him, his body sagging against Harry’s, heavy and warm, and Harry loved it.

“I don’t think it was a one off.”

“Me either, Lou.”

or a Friends AU.

A Few of My Favourite Things by sweariwouldnt / @sweariwouldnt (8k)

Harry and Louis do cat sitting.

[amphibious-thing]

This is maybe a dumb question, but looking at the portraits of Hervey, I have a hard time noticing anything about how he's dressing that seems out of the ordinary or especially more 'feminine' for the time period (barring that one where he just has his coat buttoned super low and his whole shirt out?). Am I missing some obvious detail (material they were made out of maybe?) or was the his effeminacy/the perception of him as effeminate just more based on behavior than 'presentation'?

Not a dumb question at all. It was combination of his sexuality, his diet, his androgyny as well as his clothes & makeup. While Hervey's femininity was almost certainly exaggerated in satire written by his enemies there was some basis to this satire.

Sexuality

In the 18th century there was an association between effeminacy and sodomy. I don't think we can discount the role the rumours surrounding Hervey's sexuality played in the public's perception of him. William Pulteney's 1731 pamphlet A Proper Reply to a Late Scurrilous Libel satirises Hervey as Mr. Fainlove. Pulteney describes Fainlove as a "delicate Hermophrodite", a "pretty, little, Master-Miss" and insinuates that he's a pathick who "enjoys every Moment and Fruits of his Guilt". The 1739 pamphlet The State of Rome, Under Nero and Domitian satirises Hervey as Sporus (an allusion to Pope's satire of Hervey) describing him as a "Male-female Thing," who is "Fit only for the Pathicks loathsome Trade".

Pope's choice to satirise Hervey as Sporus in An Epistle from Mr. Pope, to Dr. Arbuthnot (1735) was itself a comment on Hervey's sexuality. Sporus being the boy that Nero is said to have castrated and taken as a wife.

Diet

Hervey was epileptic and suffered from a chronic colic. He details his medical history in An Account of My Own Constitution and Illness. At the recommendation of his doctor's George Cheyne he adopted a milk and vegetable diet. Cheyne believed that such a diet was "absolutely necessary for the total Cure of the Epilepsy” and also prescribed milk and vegetable diets in cases of “extreme Nervous Cholicts”. (The English Malady, p167 & 254) Hervey ate no meet for three years before reintroducing white meet. This diet was seen as effeminate by his contemporaries. Lady Louisa Stuart cites his refusal to eat beef as an example of the “extreme to which Lord Hervey carried his effeminate nicety”. (Stuart wrote this anonymously in the introductory anecdotes included in the 1837 edition of The Letters and Works of Lady Mary Wortley Montagu.)

Hervey also drank "ass’s milk with powder of crab’s eyes and oyster-shells" for his heath. This is mocked in the poem The Lord H-r--y's First Speech in the House of Lords (1733-4) that calls him "a perfect curd of ass's milk." Alexander Pope included a similar line in An Epistle from Mr. Pope, to Dr. Arbuthnot (1735) describing him as a "mere white Curd of Ass's milk".

[Certain City Macaronies drinking Asses Milk, print, c.1772, via The British Museum.]

The association between effeminacy and asses milk features in the satirical dialogue The City Macaronies drinking Asses-milk, at the Lacteum, in St. George's-fields published in the November 1772 edition of the Oxford Magazine which was accompanied by the above illustration. The dialogue mocks macaroni for drinking asses-milk as a treatment for "nervous cases" and "hysterics" claiming that it's "delicate men" such as the macaroni "whose fine feelings are sensible of the slightest pressure, that are acquainted with hysterics". The son of the milk woman wonders aloud whether the macaroni are men or women. His mother tells him "they're neither, they are a kind of half and half breed."

Androgyny

With his slim figure and a bit of a baby-face Hervey was considered to be naturally androgynous. When Lady Deloraine said to him and Miss Fitzwilliams that "in her opinion a woman could never look too much like a woman, nor a man too much like a man" Hervey admitted that "considering the two people she said this to, it was certainly well said; and I can forgive her having bragged of it to every creature she has seen since" (Hervey to Stephen Fox, 18 September 1731)

Satirical descriptions of Hervey liken him to a cherub or a fairy describing him as pretty, little, soft, dainty, delicate.

In A Proper Reply to a Late Scurrilous Libel (1731) Pulteney satirises Hervey as "pretty Mr. Fainlove" who he describes as a "delicate Hermophrodite", a "pretty, little, Master-Miss", a "pretty, little Scribbler", and comments that he shouldn't "sully those pretty Fingers with Ink" that "a Fan would become them much better than a Pen."

The Lord H-r--y's First Speech in the House of Lords (1733-4) describes him as "the softest, prettiest thing". In An Epistle from Mr. Pope, to Dr. Arbuthnot (1735) Pope describes him as having a "cherub's face". Tell-tale Cupids (1735) satirises him as the "pretty baby fac'd Lord Dapper".*

In A Fairy Tale (1743) by Horace Walpole depicts Hervey as a literal fairy describing him as a "Dainty little Figure", "most delicately Fair and light" who "would have been vastly Pretty if it’s cherry-lips had ‘nclos’d any Teeth".

*quoted in Lord Hervey: Eighteenth-Century Courtier by Robert Halsband

Clothes & Makeup

Pope didn't describe Sporus as a "bug with gilded wings" and a "Fop at the toilet" because of Hervey's natural androgyny, clothing & makeup absolutely played a role in the public perception of him.

The Duchess of Marlborough described Hervey as a having "a painted face, and not a tooth in his head". Pope described him as "painted Child of Dirt that stinks and stings". And the The Court Garland refers to him as "Thou powder-puff, thou painted toy". (see The Opinions of Sarah Duchess-Dowager of Marlborough p42, An Epistle from Mr. Pope, to Dr. Arbuthnot & Lord Hervey: Eighteenth-Century Courtier by Robert Halsband p138)

The fashionable look of the period required pale clear skin, flushed red cheeks and dark eyebrows. While washes and creams were used to achieve clear pale skin, white cosmetic paint could also be used to lighten and smooth the skin. Rouge was used to give colour to the cheeks. Burnt cloves could be used to darken the eyebrows. While some of these cosmetics contained lead or mercury not all of them did.

[Lord John Hervey, oil on canvas, c.1741–1742, by Jean-Baptiste van Loo, via Art UK.]

It's hard to know how reliable the accounts of Hervey's makeup use are however his portraits do depict him with this fashionable look (in particular the rosy cheeks of the Jean-Baptiste van Loo portraits and the Enoch Seeman portrait). While modern depictions of 18th century fops will sometimes exaggerate makeup depicting men with pure white faces and almost perfectly round red circles on their cheeks, Hervey's portraits are more accurate to the look these cosmetics were trying to achieve.

The use of cosmetics are highlighted in satirical depictions of effeminate men throughout the 18th century century. As early as 1691 Mundus Foppensis: or, the Fop Display’d was mocking men for the "wanton use" of "Spanish Red, and white Ceruse". In 1773 The Old Beau in an Extasy depicts a "Fop at Sixty two" who uses "Chinese Paint for Artificial Bloom". In 1812 Regency A la Mode depicts the Prince Regent applying rouge to his cheeks while he gets laced into stays. The Court Garland's satire of Hervey is just another example of a satirical depiction of a fop in makeup:

Thou powder-puff, thou painted toy, Thou talking trifle, H----y; Thou doubtful he, she, je ne sçai quoy, By G-d, the K--g shall starve ye.

[Left: The Old Beau in an Extasy, print, c.1773, by John Dixon, via Lewis Walpole Library.

Right: 1812, or, Regency A la Mode, print, c.1812, by William Heath, via Lewis Walpole Library]

As for clothing I have to admit I'm better at late-18th century menswear. That being said material and colour seem to have played a role in what was considered effeminate.

A letter to the Read's Weekly Journal or British Gazetteer published on the 8th of May 1731 complains; "Rich and coloured Silks are in themselves effeminate, and unbecoming a Man; as are in short, all Things that discover Dress to have been his Study- 'Tis in vain for a Fop of Quality, to think his Title will protect him." In particular the article criticises poke sleeves and green waistcoats. While poke sleeves are absent from Hervey's portraits the Seeman portrait depicts him wearing a green waistcoat.

Green waistcoats are also mentioned in a story published in the Universal Spectator and Weekly Journal on the 18th of October 1729 describing and effeminate man's clothing as follows:

He had a flower’d pink-colour Silk Coat, with a Green-Sattin Waistcoat lac’d with Silver. Velvet Breeches, Clock’d Stockings the Colour of his Coat, Red-heel’d Pumps, a Blue Ribbon at the Collar of his Shirt, and his Sword-Hilt he embrac’d under the Elbow of his Left Arm,

This green waistcoat is laced with silver. In the Jean-Baptiste van Loo portraits you can see a embroidered silver waistcoat peeking out from beneath Hervey's coat.

[Left: Lord John Hervey, oil on canvas, c.1737, by John Fayram, via Art UK.

Right: Lord John Hervey, oil on canvas, by Enoch Seeman, via The Collected Verse of John, Lord Hervey]

While the quality of the photo leaves much to be desired I wonder if the coat from the Seeman portrait is supposed to be silver. The coat he wears in the The Hervey Conversation Piece could also be silver but it might simply be grey. Sarah Osborn thought that silver coats looked effeminate. She wrote to Robert Byng on the 2nd of June 1722:

I believe the gentlemen will wear petticoats very soon, for many of their coats were like our mantuas. Lord Essex had a silver tissue coat, and pink color lutestring waistcoat, and several had pink color and pale blue paduasoy coats, which looked prodigiously effeminate.

Hervey wears a "prodigiously effeminate" pale blue, possibly paduasoy, coat (possibly a long sleeved waistcoat?) in the Fayram portrait.

The low buttoned waistcoat is somewhat interesting and consistent throughout his portraits, buttoned particularly low in the Fayram portrait. The effeminate Captain Whiffle from The Adventures of Roderick Random (1748) is described wearing his waistcoat "unbuttoned at the upper part to display a brooch set with garnets" but Hervey is broochless and looking at other portraits from this period the low buttoning doesn't seem to be unusual.

[Left: Detail of The Hervey Conversation Piece, oil on canvas, c.1738-40, by William Hogarth, via Fairfax House.

Right: Lord John Hervey, oil on canvas, c.1741, by Jean-Baptiste van Loo, via Art UK.]

Fur-lined suits like that worn by Hervey in the Jean-Baptiste van Loo portraits were imported from France or Italy and could be very costly. Mary Delany describes Lord Baltimore wearing "light brown and silver, his coat lined quite throughout with ermine" at a ball where "finery was so common it was hardly distinguished". (Mary Delany to Ann Granville, 22 Jan, 1739/40)

Fur-lined suits were somewhat of novelty in England and would become a feature in Grand Tour portraits. Peter McNeil explains in Pretty Gentleman (p123):

The novelty and glamour of new fashion goods generated excited responses to Lyons silk waistcoats, Italian velvets and fur-lined suits. There was a well-established tradition of wealthy men acquiring clothing on the continent and then having themselves painted in them, either in Italy or back in England.

(see Benjamin Lethieullier 1752, Lord Archibald Hamilton 1755-56 & John Scott 1774 all by Pompeo Batoni an artist well know for his Grand Tour portraits)

Hervey's buckles in the Jean-Baptiste van Loo portraits look to be set with paste (glass) or gems (buckles could even be set with diamonds). While it's impossible to tell what Hervey's buckles are set with these buckles could get very expensive. Later in the century macaroni were mocked for their expensive taste in similar buckles. (see McNeil p90)

[Left: Shoe buckle, metal & paste, 18th century, British via The MET (83.1.103).

Right: Detail of Lord John Hervey, oil on canvas, c.1741, by Jean-Baptiste van Loo, via Art UK.]

While Hervey was certainly a fashionably dressed man he doesn't take it to the extent you might imagine of the archetypal fop. Satire exaggerates. Hervey's enemies chose their words deliberately to humiliate him. The amphibious thing of Pope's poetry was in reality a chronically ill queer man with a taste for fashion.

[thatwasntaquestion]

Favorite scene: 3x03 - Only Murders in the Building - Loretta's POV (at the piano) "We all know that you are more than just loud. What I love about...Oliver Putnam's shows is that underneath all the bombast and the chaos and the breeding crab men, it's just, there's a vulnerability. That's what makes...Oliver Putnman...special." - Loretta Durkin

[skateboard-of-sickness]

Incorrect Fantasy High as (sometimes adjusted) things me and my best friend have written in our quote book:

(pulling from previous posts and adding new)

Kristen: You don't know me, you just know my horny thoughts.

Season One Adaine: I am... Horrifically unmedicated.

Fabian (about Riz): He's the perfect size to chuck

Adaine: We are the same breed of... Ayda: mentally ill?

Kristen: It's a fucking corn nut, it's not supposed to be sweet

Fabian: I just want to go fast. Zoom, zoom.

Fig: Just because I'm being a bitch doesn't give you a right to hit me in the tit.

Gorgug: hey dad, guess what I inherited from you? A high alcohol tolerance and Rage.

Riz: I don't theive much, but when I do it's for the clues

Baron: As a ghost my bones wouldn't pop. As a skeleton they DO pop. Click clack click clack click clack

Fabian: Helio nerfed me so he gets to face the consequences.

Gorgug: This guy thought this cat's name was cummin? That's cumin—dude do you not cook?

Fig: I don't like that babies have bones.

Kristen: Helio was a lame ass virgin... Maybe I should stop being mean to Helio

Riz: Call you a bitch? I can't do that! I'm a man!

Fig: Actually hold on, speaking of old white men...

Gorgug: What are you a woodchuck?

Fabian that one time: If Helio does exist, I don't think he went upstairs.

Fig: What are you gonna do? Punch me through my pony beads? Nice try. Dumbass.

The bad Parents: My husband/ex-husband is my brother and we coparent my son who is his nephew and son

Kristen: Better to bust a red bull than bust a nut

Ragh: WHAT IF IT LANDED IN THE CRAB!?

The bad kids to Kristen: I am having an emotional crisis and you are line dancing!

Kipperlilly (probably): I don't want to hear a white redhead sing.

[rwac96]

Prompt

OG Stud

Tai and Ghira reunite, as old friends talk about how things have been. But when Ghira talks about his daughter and shows a picture of her, that is when Tai gets worried... because he slept with Blake and is in a secret relationship with her. Better play it cool and not tell him about that, it will be so awkward.

"Taiyang Xiao Long," Ghira shouts with jubilation as he approaches his old friend, "you son of a bitch!"

"Ghira, ya bleeding heart," The Team STRQ Brawler greets his friend. "It certainly has been a long time."

The two men walk towards a seat at a diner, the outside dining area. Once the duo were seated, they ordered their specific meals; a steamed crab combo for Ghira, while Taiyang ordered a BBQ steak. Waiting for their food, the duo began to talk, catching up with one another; as Tai informed Ghira about his time after graduating from Beacon, raising Yang and Ruby, Raven's departure, and Summer's death. Ghira shared his life with the Xiao Long Brawler; from his time as the White Fang high leader, the group's attempts to gain civil rights for Faunus, his stepping down for Sienna to take over, and one that broke his heart was Blake leaving to stay, despite Sienna taking the Fang on a more violent path.

"Brothers," Tai creases his brows, "I'm sorry Ghira. Wait? Did you say, Blake, Ghir?"

The bearded man nods, "Yeah," he reaches into one of his pockets pulls out his Scroll, and shows his old friend a picture of a black-haired girl wearing a bow. "This is a recent picture of my little girl, she's just left the White Fang and she's attending Beacon."

Taiyang's blue irises focused on the picture, as a memory plays in his mind. He gulped, doing his best to keep his poker face, or lack thereof as Qrow and Summer had pointed out. The girl certainly does have Ghira's eyes and the realization that she developed Kali's curves. Tai felt his heart racing, as he knew Blake. More than he's letting on.

---

Schlap!-Schlap!-Schlap!-Schlap!-Schlap!-Schlap!-Schlap!-Schlap!

"Fuck!" Tai grunts as he gyrates his hips back and forth against a pair of shapely ass cheeks. "Kitten--Nnngh! You're so tight!"

"Nyaaahh, you're so big!!" Blake Belladonna moaned as she felt the seasoned Hunter's cock pistoned in and out of her womanhood. "Aaahh, you're spreading me wide, Tai~!"

The sounds of wet, smacking flesh echoed throughout the motel room the couple were staying at. Tai was on top of the Faunus Girl, naked, and bucking his hips against her rear. Blake wailed at the top of her lungs, her womanhood clamping down upon the man's invading breeding organ. The two had met when Blake was exploring Vale, wanting to get away from the usual ruckus of her team. She met the seasoned Huntsman, who she admitted was rather eye-catching. It started with a conversation, then a joke that she expected from Yang, but it made her chuckle. Now, she found herself being railed by the blonde man.

Platt!-Platt!-Platt!-Platt!-Platt!-Platt!-Platt!-Platt!

"Tai--Aaaahhh!!" Blake moaned, arching her back as Taiyang continued to thrust, hammering against her 'G-Spot'. "Don't stoop--Ooooh!! Keep fucking me, Taaaaiii~!!"

---

"Tai! Taiyang!!" Ghira shook his old friend out of his stupor, making the blonde realize that his steak had arrived. "You've been staring at my daughter's picture for a long time."

"Oh, sorry," Tai chuckled sheepishly, grabbing his silverware and began cutting into his steak. "I was just, uh, been thinking of a joke I was cooking up earlier."

"Please tell me it doesn't involve a shark and a Faunus captain," Ghira said with a groan.

"Some people like it," Tai exhaled, sinking his teeth into the barbecued meat.

[maineshewrote]

I-just-started-s4e7-thoughts-part-2:

Melon is so me: Great news! I had a nap!

But Loretta was the one who got bitten. Why did we not get a parallel taking-care-of-a-loved-one scene between her and Oliver, like we got with Charles and Doreen?

What’s with all this calling people crazy, though? Last season we established that Loretta could see the real Oliver, the man underneath the bombast and the breeding crab-men, and it was beautiful. So why ruin that special connection now by claiming he's crazy but still lovable.

Beautiful, much-awaited and unexpectedly executed proposal.

While last season Oliver was the more committed and determined one in this relationship, this time it's Loretta who takes the lead on important decisions. On one hand, it's positive and healthy to see Loretta stepping up and being Oliver's equal, but on the other, I liked seeing that level-headed, grown-up caring side of Oliver's last season, let's bring that back.

All in all, I feel like this season's story-line thus far has been more damaging than productive for the Oliretta pairing. They overcame their initial trust issues, spurred on mostly by the ongoing case, by the end of season 3, setting a promising, strong foundation for their relationship. Of course, the long distance setting is bound to be unsettling but it just feels like this continued breach of trust is warning of an unhealthy pattern in the relationship. Sure, they cleared it up (or brushed it off more like) by the end of the episode, but I feel like the trust, which strong relationships are based on, is more wobbly than ever here. Not that I'm ungrateful for the prospect of them getting married, I love that.

So, to recap, I long to own a jumpsuit like Loretta's one day. And the Loretta doll turned out to be utterly unrelated.

Oh, the case. Right. Almost forgot this was a murder mystery for a while.

Do I spy a leopard print? Is Mabel wearing Doreen's robe? She really does try out people's robes this season.

The plot holes are all over the script. We're hearing a lot of that lately. Yes, the script is the main lead the actors have for connecting with their roles and therefore, of course, it's relevant that it should be faultless. But this is also telling me that the writer is incompetent enough to not fix the plot holes, whether or not he knows the answers. Apparently, he's not good at improvising with writing.

Praise to everyone who kept their eyes open from the first season on for the explanation to Winnie's poisoning! The Jan theory was weak and unfounded but it was still a theory (see: Jan's lil toxins).

How exactly did Howard get Mike's number?

Sooo remember when I said, "We are all Dudenoff"?! I am on fire!

But I'm not convinced the Westies killed him. My guess is they either realized Dudenoff was dead and cashing his cheques would provide them with some additional income or—and this is more likely—they were cashing them for Dudenoff, who they believed to be alive and well in Portugal, and sent him the money, getting ham as gratitude for their troubles. Only it was the killer they were dealing with all along.

[dragonflight203]

Mass Effect 1 replay, part 1 of Virmire:

-I guess the geth are waterproof, since so many of them walk in the water

-The pod crabs are adorable.

-The path the mako takes seems man-made; the border between it and the ocean seems to have a fence-like structure that has eroded.

Why was the fence built? By who? Why has it eroded?

-What’s the point of the first gatehouse? The gate is open – you can drive straight through without ever entering.

There are clearly gate controls if you do enter. Why didn’t they shut the gate as soon as the first geth spotted you? Why don’t they pursue you if you drive through?

-It’s a nice touch to see the Normandy sweep in after disabling the guns at the second gatehouse.

-Shepard never introduces themself to Kirrahe, so no alignment for spectre/Alliance. Presumably Ashley handled introductions, since she’s already speaking to Kirrahe when Shepard walks up.

-Kirrahe mentions that he lost half his men investigating the facility. That lays the groundwork for the salarians we find later.

-When Shepard initially speaks to Kirrahe, it’s just Kaidan and Ashley. Wrex suddenly appears once Kirrahe mentions that Saren is breeding an army of krogan.

-And from the get go the casual racism of the salarians is apparent. Kirrahe refers to Wrex as “the krogan” and calls the krogans a mistake.

-If you discuss Wrex with Ashley, you tell her to be ready if you go paragon or neutral.

-Everyone but Shepard is in their original clothing, rather than the armor you’ve probably equipped them in.

-Rentola is stranded on Virmire about to attack a facility that massively outnumbers his people and he still insists on selling you his goods. No freebies.

-Garrus, Kaidan, and Ashley address Wrex by name. Kaidan and Ashley twice, Garrus once.

-Notable: Ashley offers to kill Wrex (albeit not in so many words) but still uses his name.

“If you need my help dealing Wrex just let me know”

-Garrus does refer to him as an angry krogan, but he’s not using that to address Wrex, just describe the situation.

“The last thing we need is an angry krogan on our team”

-Tali and Liara both refer to Wrex by name once and “the krogan” once.

Very surprising – typically renegade characters are more racist, and Tali and Liara are more paragon aligned. In both their lines they could easily have used “Wrex”.

Tali: The krogan seems very upset.

Liara: The krogan’s demeanor is worrying.

-The inability to hack device if Shepard doesn’t have decryption is irritating. What, I can’t ask Tali to help me with the medical device just behind her?

-When you speak to Wrex, he mentions that he went with Shepard because he wanted to do more than fight for credits.

Even now, at his lowest point, Wrex still wants to make things better.

He’s just very depressed, and being asked to destroy the best hope for his people in the last millennia isn’t helping.

-If you’ve done Wrex’s family armor quest, you have to lean into renegade to kill Wrex (but not red renegade).

It doesn’t take any speak checks to save him, just not picking the renegade option on the first dialogue wheel after he draws his gun.

-If you kill him, Liara and Tali once again have some very surprising lines:

Liara: We will be a better team without Wrex. His loyalties could not be trusted.

Tali: We will miss the krogan’s strength. But I sense the team will be better off now that he’s gone.

At least Liara uses his name in both her lines about him. Tali still uses “the krogan”.

Did Liara and Tali have the same writer?

-I think Ashley, Kaidan, and Garrus all referred to Wrex by name after his death; I did not write it down.

-The soldiers are mostly thrilled Wrex is dead. Only one says that killing him was regrettable.

-Kirrahe lets you pick whether to give him a Council sponsored funeral or dump his body in the swamps. You can pick the swamps if you go renegade; Shepard isn’t about to honor a traitor.

-If you go paragon with Wrex, one of his lines is: To thank us for wiping out the rachni, they neutered us all.

“They” being the Council.

So we’re just ignoring the part where the krogan invaded an asari colony and refused to leave?

-Now it’s Liara’s turn to use “the krogan”: Your ability to calm the krogan is impressive.

-Ashley, Kaidan, Garrus, and Tali all refer to Wrex by name

[libidomechanica]

For, like spell beginnings

A ballad sequence

               1

Well, Sir, from the cold seas have and     you warbled through he can. To heauen in them ken he’s seen a     virtues feet, where their fan,

to the could stop here—a kid I     on the efforts fair; heap the Hall, my Maud, she that would not     down best tool that I’ll sew

a great effect our clay,—thoughts mind     with haughty can dare vndersaye, thye neuer days, in the measure     though these year weak as ever

any chance; and fair; and increase,     and that crop—for Juan’s earliest for the grey: a whispers     breeding; yet here, since

when I fall frost weep not sting; for     peasants!—Lovers like tertians, of the saddest—and morning     Post? Or veer or Baal, when

Love is word his own identity     should be smart: and to qualities which the sword in love     look in the hall. Haste, no

light with shape: tis not that kindling     Religion, poor a plighted everything knowledge. Who, in     honde, in Temper,—all you

I envy neither eye, hauled away.     Each side, I saw those Grace—Fitz-Fulke, when summer heat? How     have pass’d away, wants to

perch dovelike in jest, but thy     hearts, if not as all it loving the wild birds doen hem     disgusting hot to beareth

thee. And Mrs. But heaving her     brotherly he taken winters, where the account them still     doth lingering liberty;

and when all we against then he     begun. Utter as care, whose tower of thy grief, young angell     shriller echo ring?

               2

—What binds us: strong their evening as solemn hood.     Two young Phoebus in the first lov’d voice? Then once, or for ioy could still adorning comely     woman breast. Or an authority, on the steel-mirror soon I have heard and heal’d therefore,     but a liquid pulses. For yet them a single her Ears with a minister: places,     like thing that all thy beauty slaine

the sun. As if thou, fair Fitz-Fulke! To keep one could     through they will, at being old Sunday ever may. Pursues the who wish he was great hall,     but faith I have been all they thy love the worth of myself to pass is it always     premising one death weight of heart in a little ones I may not undo with bitternesses.     Seasons as if perch dovelike

illness play’d something swarm with crime, you then wound, as     poetry left to sanctity! Because of roses do not thou know you hanging wronged     loues pray, to-morrow to pass to restored; the united by the Hill, Amundeville     is harmonizes heart and that unfair where, with pyne and air of ’T was a great     crop—for Juan show that tongue for grief beside

it, for grief indeed is the rayne prayed together     drinking on the distinguish, dare not your times, it cannot do thou to tally, about     a Tory at last, a riddle, Fame there? One sigh altar stands hearing of those who     under cloud. Destined not join not repress in court a Gothic bricklayer of fair Day,     awake! Without more or less the priest

and dew, young place; dusk for words, now she was a     carcanet of merit, and now Will’s eyes assaid, But, as heart covetous and leaue what weapons     to show another. He inquire lie with girland my Spectre follies of Blank—but     rare conceald throw better, like to set before my pen has made wretched. And several     arts of Fidelity; because you

can heart or tall might chemical kiss said; there are     holding: now yawns all the ways—or fall be dead have some countenanted to discover     in her fly, ofte peeping, and hanging men, with toying in look—and Hell thou smooth semilucent     mist, did I,—to the his judgment— never was occupation? ’Ve lost repose,     but see that had not that, in Nature’s

discords need course that my hand, and joys of much     bustle that we can knot, wholly held sacred ceremony but like the paper, mute     admirari’ was true play’d some country’s primrose to shrills from the Crab behind none in     the very centre a higher niche, nigh, or on his soul disdain’d, I wish to take them:     then, some fair sedate, or cramm’d twelve peers

by mad ears, both busy through the will which judge’s     jokes, recounties have not love is me, and then what stranger of that commeth in, before     than the towne bridle and Tears unshatter’d by the world-deafen’d earls, glance at last, in a     poet, poet laureate, I proceed in-felt affection with soul and ever lash!     A glorious lampes of good blacking

yourself, long since reader! But also dull to     spend their grave with one so great grace I sate has lately move of bliss! By the rose in your     mother’s knell; till in a mode be people always great, but to pluck my heart’s like a happen     where the irregular tune of his! But, O, what he and float all. So Orpheus     did appear’d sublime beyond this, folly,

or our England’s hospitality—its     quantity is enough they so few knowne gayne, they added hear it? And false whisp’rings were gene:     ’ the Master’s corner, but nowe is in high to waft here praise. Alas! Appear like cloud, now     I thinke those who was clear-cut face, O Sorrow departee. But after rippling of peaches     we are blind to the earthly sound grows

woman soul and enricht. Is that all they seem bound     for sale, but still: I cannot boast; I was spoil’d carpet—but where heaven above a mocked;     that he exactly ascertain’d esteemed as quite as your forehead yuory while for in     communion, if possible blossoms come, socked in the wylde wolues while the daily, laid.     He regretted hearken to thy native

of ours, where to given back to its behalf,     let alone in the loves they thy weeding much bustle widder, he wounded hopes and squires:     they are gone. Those whom? Were some sullen concentre, her who had not today, the his bright     and sing westward up the doctor to recommend the restless might, behold, but it boldly—     or Thou hast mind with more, now! Glory

has my first-born Child, with love to see and so     ’gan crave, i’m sure which sweet and morn as that way that’s call’d restore. For width, or a Titian,     who by turns and begot the skin that sith the orange, wherewith Ins and say—     ’Ah!—Blows eight arm of heavens expand, the pass’d by, as you must, the subway she bow’d in     arms and thou hast away for a taper

sing, ne let there was its heard a hill be as     time, this,. Redemption some living blood- drops, as of children, thus we could not in the tall     trouts and others, who admire they ride out, but heart. Upon his capricious to his     docility; like lame glimmer of the race. Make vs once sour whilst I, my song, from source     to Soho, and, in it: in thing! Cast

not thee, with broad as paled with a key, and bare shew     cold mushrooms; for a tapers—and what’s not much; if one but the words brink of recollective     with crimes, and euer lite. While Romancers, and saw her beauties still, t is in freemasonry     a high heauen the morning-time declined, which my lordships its red light, through his son,     but with one mad, with delays, and recall

more pallid.—At this not imitate the season;     Lust think what their loss to have from the grassy air to smiles bespeak laws to Honour     playmates of peace. And unperplexing waies, great race-winner: great curse this where nought to rouse:     such hurry, thro’ thy perswasions of Dura, reaping with sweet: shall sighs, and view’d a skyey     mask, a pint-sized journeyed in the great

skill, at once as he witching, than enough once declines,     but a buzzing by my ears to art: the firmament remaine. In so profound land—     And Wordsworth her veil, ponder’d—all about his prophetic solitudes can ever     side, I shall sides all cheerefull board, and hunger, darken’d many, and i’m always great     Latmos so ever! Just as are away!

Her prayses since, tearily, yet left its bringing     so fashionable being her vsury of sacrifice. All for her silvery, who     believe when ought there robben one sweet the wheels may have no precious as reserving like     not stern—an old temple. An LP of poppies, will didst thou thinking about your selues;     for stony death. Or pierce: wherever

to heare hear me sings, about the Well of pleasant     king, ne willing said he if you may be the day, thoughts with soule opprest, takers of     the pastimes, it seemed for such pertain or Gray Highlands, that eats all in her mine! Singing     to win! Upon this stay said: I ‘And though too thick they’ve been tried, to show another.     Nor trumpets sound, why dost thou not err.

               3

So sayings of Inde the pitch of     children are told through the written upon my shame to what     honour, had not worthy

of your conversation, which makes     his he but talents, again. To Norman Abbey the Hilt,     catch their physician had

gone through thick and thou return and     blessing-rods of gold cup, what is t? He led me leave     tumultuous that solitude

on the dale, to hammer a     hunting place unwoo’d and me, till with steps worn a path to     cheer, and so kind. The sweet,

like spell, or your dew. In visions     from his host, if ghost, a way to help me, I do not with     lasting in—I too would

merely the deere loue to me; taking.—     ’Twas Bacchus! Lives their child sitteth by bonnet brave, i’m     sure must eat core and pastures

of wine! To her of mounted     or did wed myself I see my all ages shining sit,     having sunny atmospheres,

escaping a Mirror     that seeldome tie here. Juan put down—and wearier the rose too,     without door wide street I

though you are Mine said he, to draw     the green wooed and be a guilt brought for she could enter. Hardly     condensed; but I’m not

your voice doth go. Many a line     undone,—the way when as other way back? He moved as such     deplore what’s what you

overstrain beginners breeding one     another sex’s antidote. Small is sting; for its avalanche     can evening, and bid

adieu to heaven before for     a moment passes through to quote and cold days can see, makes     us ourselves—and ye

therefore: on the spirit and the     pretence—for years, distills your mountains, and strange tradesmen, when     it is the memory.

               4

And may make fair from his golden     with much war the know whither, and scudding and pale. And takes     no anodyne; give me in the rose I lost pulse, and trees     all arbitrate? Full of slurry seas! The fewer, little     bird, tender, dear brother.

               5

To thee, with waking that dismay;     perhaps she no less and laid out unto one day and deeper     than the space made

epigrams occasionally after     lovers power, the beach is the meadows, with flow’ry thorns     witness to do, therefore

perhaps ye are gone—even blush,     but hide that all men may vs with Asian elephants:     onward to music: for

they though which he may read, and thus     acquaint, old, cold snails will try to the budding like music     whiskey, on pain, thou mad’st

me leaues or heaven must that, carry     while ye write—love’s ghosts in a bottle wings: despond rather     display’d. The portrait

he calenture brought, I will go     without display’d; and teach thee, Melancholy into clamor     with not turn to the

cold earth, still, t is experience     in lovely been teeth on your hair: though awkward to     marvelous experience.

And paint you sudden wing, even     the fruitful tree, why dost lead, an innocuous occupied     by bonnie Doon to

him who listen and another     acts uncouth, when theyr flocks still a-flying at a silver     and my Eccho ring. That

this chiefe light touch, first and stout galley-     rowers’ toil: with it. A children utterly! Be confirm’d     but weare: what they should

do, but whereby thou may trace looking     onto the June than known existence, for a mouse, which     no said he why not, that

to my ample, untested surface     no mean a Gothic brick or this poachers; their face, her     clinch; and the passion saw,

and a long agoe: for by on its     half its other harp, whose drapery hints we can great, being     present cuts there we

must hand full of cunning away,     this is how I may for ocean’s part, I am not yet     he turn come forhaile.

               6

Always be set less bigge Bulles     of glad to sayne the page, exempt from the Shah beheld awake,     and not great hunt: but

where are name, then as Lord Henry     and fain, peona, we are wears took delight, scarlet cloak I     hate’ she appetite! If

thou, and generate breezy air;     let us many a Gothic Babel, call’d the lovers     are blasphemies. Once, tame

to be for the shepheards, and he     said.—Gold comely Youth be flowres a hollow spoken wordy     feud, we tire of

Fidelity; who each, again:     its shrills, that roam of the most mad and leaue to enioy! All     that chamber, voice—divine.

Dry, decrees of Both were a mortal,     shun them in a nook apartment in white pillows scope     to a rendezvous, and

what a silver cup, nails rusting     isn’t hardly have they are less daughters dumb as the owl his     granted heat. Retired, until

justices of your nor seek,     i’m sure there speak the heard would not a joy to lie here! Has     told; the only waters

the glory for euer sleep, he inquire     lie with dumber, or that all the world upon new-made     his lady fair, and this,.

That any droops our breast: look back     somewhere do you are away, wants been in slumber; so once     you exchange and no gunners

the grouse till his grace I sawe     thy head through food in mine to write above there in you, and     leaues or men, and hast my

life, though its course thee, there is, stolne     to see her and new similar condemn me to play the     invention to step them?

               7

Now day it came an endless sneers.     Worst times be in our love: but the complain, and numerous     ditties most precautious

time he canvass scarce a thirst for     the myster sayings of the sun’s meriment. Of course, no     little token, an’ ken

ye how thou content to each other     way backs, in them very same by which graceful and cold,     he though food in the deep

enough to pleasure ye even     from beneath together tooke out the barren way, making     the fashion of a lean

on that ever person. I’m keping     more, not waiting daily, laid. Being you out the eagle     birds that distortion

of wrong for once you drink potions     he was sometimes I touch their bowers whether to the pools     where than seruants sings, whose

approaching unnaturally no     greatest Gogmagogs, though, alas! The waggish formal, and     from the only almanack.

Patriotism—albeit     come to tracery of love. Deigned not her wife or maid;—     a topic scandal doth

only is high condition to     wander’st in bounty meetings, mine’s foaming stirs again; and,     husband, ceased to expectant,

powerful his owne bride, ladies     seek him in its soften’d with the bed. Great; there was a     music, am banished

our robe de chambre may i feel me     theyr drery accents thy soul bereft, with Bacchus store him     pale, state how Meg o’ the

Harvest of maiden prime. Sad shall     arbitrate?—I leaves life’s blissful swoons and then of all waters     weird, but to feed, those

who, wander in the disenthral:     ye shall taste, and two thou devotion from his glory, and     knew not the stal, is now

one Bread. He shown their grave music     till the skill you require. Judgment, anxious as he     If to lure—Endymion!

               8

He taxes, and I shall likeness,     we went night with their horrid sprites shall ne’er saying in     these thou may fall be gods

of his gravity; he said he     not only a word I have been of griefs the Woolfe seen thine     other to which nourishment

as thou sit and thy ball is     laughter from their autumn, a sweaty city, a things of     life in you. The fathers

her form you might cost would be cherryes     charmes, ne let the King of tea, which console sad as     elephants: onward like

fire they from the talk of me:     thereto applauds, and full possest flatter-mint, and kings—a     topic scandal stamp’d upon

my knee is prey, cobbling dwell?     You are Mine said she no more attentious, that turn not—no,     not well a story of

two must be dry, through the cup as     plover’s care, or doth fill, and teaches we are shut long since     thy beauty’s daughters did

euermore: and took into the lade     o’ my soul was bedded. And the there lie this said; bearable:     pennies seek surrender

to what are gone, seized the rhymes,     and ward, from soddein forest, a riddle, Fame thou hast both     with whom The Wise Self-subject

too: perfection! With a     minister: places, and with dazzled like Tom Jones, by vain he     had a page unto the

world I look’d about this at present     culprit was offer: Pan will beauty’s daughter, an ye     recognize. Cruel coxcomb,

in hope and disposed thought, though lifted     o’er the song and happinesse? A rich indeed is the     blushes and violets, which

he deem’d charmers, who is their table     towre, and flush Summer, golden pleasure thoughts while Joy’s a     stream, and oh, you may turns

to gives: the rope in the dolor     on his strengthened, and he adore a saint: the woman tis     true we are said her sweet

comedie by such a glass o’     Inverness, nae joy I see the morning Though reserving&never     thy nobler, that comedie

by such poor ring-doves with bathing     to a labyrinth now vnthought found strains is not only     cured. Which banish influence

slipslop now among their and     thereof he came ye, jolly Satyrs! He felt so farre away     from might keep here; nor

much of feeling made of late, and     glances; the Hearts were stood with lying and blood are thou thyself     is dawnest of woman

is so exalt wilt shines to     be enough, each with her sunny skies the far fortnight, and     repress in country would

plump its birth—Despair was a stand     I rejoicing, and glanced his chain it were and powers! And     speakers, in azure mirth!

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There we weep; on the heau’n to this     water filter’d in vain for at easeth hem make country     can be anything heir

ampler, and he kill’d. If I were     heat not quite into Eternal evening by taking opened     ball, for her sweet

Communion to her very sad? We     might be remember who sittes not a joke for ill haue     my lost three lovely Davies.

His briar’d pathetic solitary     glorious rarity while Scout the curb next resound,     forget—an old talent

to damn, her own fa’ forth and     would cure me. As if perchanged from better later ligge     in a hard bit. Nor in

Christendome: but instep their lectures,     and through the belt of song, ’ set trash of which last few lire     ticking out of

convalescence; not blue are her prayse.     Scowl on, ye fates all around a wise are dispute about     to the vehicle, she

would lightly on, this flesh helps flesh,     men and eyes that other lip, the manner of art, must let     it show to mine own depth.

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That most and never live again!     The graue and lightly expectant, power, where he sees! Sleepy     one, witching search’d Abyssinia rouse: such is adorn:     no, by Heaven, no second. Why stands hearing the one reproues     the coming Soldiers

woos, and as was no doubters did     moue, with a little Sip of that, admirari’ was water     filter’d the morning, the year’s pleasance too much. And let     them that few have felt how it is not seen! Loves at once more     in doubts honour thing, he

thing, condemn me to staunch the deere     long laugh at nature rather of such was the rough hasty     accidents, yet saw that broken chord. Past while. It seemst to     hear the kitchen-table or his tent writing sit, and man’s     swell; for which oft, with full

moon, nor brain treason to disparage     these valleys. Whilst I, my soul be undergrown souls, or     sunk, and apple-leaves. Her wish, that I may fall ask no more     eath themselves eternal line consisted of—we gives us     ourself seem high place;

and they are gouerned in the mortal     serene of wine! Entrap, nor griefly harmful deeds, that     broke form’d, replaced, this chain, and whisper of the rays of glossy     jet surpass for the dale, that deep in us, to holds.     Of what we use everything.

The feathers, and ranne out, there     is no peace, the sky is like Write it! Ye though t was a     forlorn child forests dreading away more substantial fold,     coin’d from heaven can be seen, but once, and pebbles blue hill:     tho may we talk o’er them.

Plucked in a rushing in northern     autumn’s day is holy drear, of late? He that all; old I     am—thwarted, affrights, ne let hem gange and represence.     Of course; a long Excursion from a falcon-eye? Are they     rode, or cardamom rubbed

on me which succeed the test, but     heated by Deceptions of the deawy leaue like a knot     often, in Blank—but rarely: were seen where that I may not     shall the ridiculous benches. Against wreck the tyrant’s     robe de chamber shells, and

small tree or they embrace the same     mystic friar’s curious, just forth the orange, the brings     are ourselves—’t was a warm as a depth of Englishment     as thou down fa’ forbid that’s that clear late rain and meanwhile     the arrangements, again;

for merit may heauenly guifts of     his new simile her two shout, that seemes a virgins     in the lasses, and next to all men, and too much it griev’d,     or to company’s a sombre hue, and let out of art, and     saved my store, behold alone,

when they had been sing, the price;     o’er which she was Lord of Goethe’s Mephistopheles; but     I’ll be design, i, who lives come out and generation,     and dreamer, wake and bred, because the sea as it cheek a     richesse of Aurora’s

eyes pit thou return’d from the objects     by his lady. His buddy asked buds discourse; a longing     confirm him in youth, I had forgot, my lady smile     here.; With spice and thus acquaint and scudding out with their lonely     planet of his hair

awakes—and, strawberries spread     their severed grace, by old Rhadamanthus’ tongue will die too,     its light—the dust, think that I am cautious and day round     me nighting rather timid necks and passing: voices? Should     soon, or tiptoe, fair of

coxcombs. Dear, did flowers when will     you remain’d, in Britain most music, whether savour from     living been; but a leafe sturre.—Because, ’-is what priority     arising only they course the centre, past the     General inebriety.

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And are the flood. Bid her stole that.     The moon, and crushed bird skulls in yon desert be the kindled     the sages. Me: we all

his bride: and as ye vse to the     chase when a culprit came to thy sweet was they will sooner     come living for Kim. Still

retains bred, beheld they might keep     away among? Nurses the wave is; sae drooping late     reviving Lochaber back.

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Sometimes be inly spent, and ha’     the nerved to worth her display, for thy would have ye     left me by the countenanted

dart of woman to waft     here, but I wene beast appear’d to Truth’s brief years over you,     even dreaming flower

a goblin’s nonentity. Into     his body in the most rarely smiles, yes, where is no     sports at me taken winter

and her to play as waning     to burn; and all my tortur’d bridegroom gat sae faith I heard     the grew awhile, that

whatever tarry. Peruse; he taxes,     and Clear Heart to hunt with dogs and made: and all the lake’s     sufficient Hag of Fate,

which you might bed horrible cottage     upon wonder upon the snow; it seemes that message     preparated so;

her carnage taught to sanctity!     Something liberty began to be for the light, or sing     through he sued. Her like a

children, the lordly would have earth:     and which how the Mill haunt the others carry into close;     the door. Mine eyes from your

own soul that northern shores, when he     great a curate; some living shrubs, how could be a guilt—a     very birth, it kiss, the

cloud girth of beauty to dight, and     euermore, that but a horse laugh demolish’d for aye: spread the     tap is dripping her scourge.

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But what tilted tiny houses     went after seem a heterogeneous matter, the woods     them as honest simplicity has been wilt take, dear love.     Emasculate; wherewith I was not lost, as of a     rich in mellow left it:

so in a row and truffles: temper,—     all you never gave her brother, fierce pure sanctity!     Ah, what we ours, nostrils bold, before you. Blessing is. The     sea; bleed, and small-talk about how insane the question with     any one through to some

holy hood. No fair hand with brows     that best. To the only visitant as a music dying     at their docility; because—such war the partake,     after than the suffer, beam on my Bed, my gold along     the country summer or

vanish’d the gnarled hail; great sensation,     like one I love nor inspecting art, soon, ah, soon, it     seems to feed, those of an instant laughing bright to shines so     diuine ravisht, staid not much deplore what’s youngly thousand talent     to save all for us,

if the days must eat core and     more substance still frost an hair’s brief years, the Choristers still     vnto her saying so timid necks, which he took his hearts to     pitie the nerve it, ’ and Will’ more. So goodly bear a woman     is singing, loved you hear?

See! Whose flesh more stounde, so I vnto     my hope doth go. His plump its wounded hear it: secure—she     is yet greene, and never sweet voice to a second morn, and     trace thou may find him. Whom ye this keen a bride, about it     seems to his Head, turn’d her

and that’s call. ’Re barrenly perish:     she cool’d in a carcanet of men, there new moon sad     Zephyrus! Bitter strife, nor lone slumber crept upon the     sublime, with with repeats the dice seen.—Without all triumph,     must away her the race!

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Thou mought praise of the Mauis descant     playne, let all things for what she pours to lay to you out. I     should laughing jest, you’ll root

and clear than sight of her long     already more ioyfull day the shpheards to her sex’s antique house     up at his eyes, the hear

sweet, difficult for rest; where are     gone, is gone, and the honey, ’ held as faithlessness of what     euer I cast on thee. Renew,

were or less, fainting side of     his crystal circle-glory! Went at intends to be lost     as a den, an’ ken ye

how to hand that’s youngly though with     milk and speak and cozenage; and weal, will verse, was petrified;     he had renew’d by

the rumour which were woman’s amounts     throte. And violet eyes can tell how frivolity of     real Griefs, and to quite dead

of the sheetes, at least of the     Reason; Lust that in the woods shal worke is common sense to     criticise or ruth; at

speake of Dash, who were, that they maun     particulated he had beneath his phantasm! Why     dost borrow, and dresse

matrimony make no noise of my     life, the proudly shouldst better it, nor damned mine. It sees that     have somewhere was silent

enough the trace its own, and the     other than catch hints from abroad; discuss’d, the chast minds at     last recall there Damon

lay in disputed: I merely     a child sitting isn’t hard to be enough once find one hour     back upon his air, even

above: the young straight came thrown     off and ye fresh in this Morning, well is chamber, when right     defend. And such bending.

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Hence Cupid, thou hast brought through it     weene some enemy: far forehead in the moonshine. Take care,     thye neuer herself over

your own beside which red     medusaes maze the summer on his to be seen glimmersion,     with that this mouth. But in

a pye, which ne’er sayne the touch     solitary vice, forget how, for an unowned with all     you I’d pay no

attention to hide my waking said.     Who, who fondly once, alas! Lowder half’s delight, and that     now for Blind many fear.

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The Lady Adeline we love!     Lord Henry wise or wide world, and chastity, vnspotted not     rain’d esteemed to. His forgoer

to these our smile of his     sisterhoods may stayre, to listened slack or starlight in finished.     In a callow you hear,

drear, of in-door comfort: there wet,     and bubbles; as the sad and faine they just don’t produce it;     give life’s a source of

hypocrisy, on pain, to catch’d a     Cry to that distress? To have heart that sweet May-dew my woes     give the land. Lain among

the crystal rill to have another     formed to quest. Select and God stand life, that any thing     new is in us, to

her large dark earth grows dumb, yet great     effect, even Despair,— their Life indeed is love, by spirit     of ill! And as he

o’er the past thou will I sit for     heavenward swifter took his practice. Beauties instead of     the feather’d with Golden

with green led through me ran; and eeke     for his spirit seal; I had there is scarce a thing! Hast such     glee? Listen round abysm

I that secondly, proceed upon     a single season who, in his mystic friar’s     curious land’s light teaches.

The Mauis desire, dying some,     except I thee all around: the world by degrees all dreaming—     and wish to sally.

Of all though rarely: were sweet loving     you silent witches with women: howsoe’er its glass is     so early tread a lands

of yore, in Dian’s face. In full many     a Lambe, or told a tale, and salt, but in Nature is     not squares and hope, or lose

thee, several who listen round,     and there were gene: ’ the Mountains, o loveliest for congress     the wise many, and second

could e’er err’d, nor light. Shall fade,     made better now-a-day! What would have her, the goodly my     face. Denied till for Nothing

sweet years or large; also because     in grassy moonlight was fair pledge as ye her charm could     want you! His bright peona

kiss drop the Infernal Grove; the     question’d what armour, of the promist both to scorn of ours     be flown away, even

when right on a boughs, from out of     music, and this kin! Mermaids shal answer and leaue what will     contain’d the thirst—What, ho!

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Had made at full, or the dyer’s hats.     And certain their host, with courtesy so beauteous Dick     Dicedrabbit; but blush rebuked to behold ye still and     elusive shal answer, nor Mars; mine be so. Giraffes. But for     Refuge from a shells, and

earth has neither days is upon     he healing or Old Master too? I wish thought is call’d open     house past while Damon lay, wilt thou die from above, and     thou dost borrow beam’d the price. The preserved the speakes a Devil’s     self will commeth in,

before. Till its reason seeke the     earnest tree, a cornice, thrice more sad glory round his knee.     Her shepheards to dispense: young Bacchus and Outs, which he perhaps     had not discount, small trouts doe tend full of second life’s     busy through the spake a

hidden Mysteries, having and     times diseas’d, the sandalwood left where they read her a gorgon     voice? From its spectacles and bent. Grow old and the old     of right—closed, as tell thou shalt be caught his subject of any     fear weak or will try

to dight, to what ye must be too     much foreigner of this steers; and on the Star-Queen’s crescent of     the mind has the alter’d in yellow Autumn beautiful     things rather throw into the night we glean’d my version I     thinke those strange use, witch! Sad,

but better, yet with a king. I     kisses. ’ Of all that links that long—that of Dian’s face then by     light, fast in peace may judge’s jokes were twelve said, king out of     six. Like and both have now are not hater! ’ But the grave office     so censorious;—it

is the winds seem embarrass most     like my designed, while admiring fears to common bed were     green ribbon round, melodious hed. Let us can see,     if impious, it years down but still, t is experience.     To squeeze, warm mountains

his silver lurked bene thy brands     back across a woe; our regions any other might bed     horrid spring, and he reverie, yet I’ll have we be     bousing, that broken the burden my hair, bedabbled up     cat smoking up a

hecatomb of vows, walking absurd.     Night allure thing, of what survives is gone, farewel! Web-     footed in sleeps: it must, he sate next general Fireface,     famous Conversion, who would not with his talent as are     she’ll ask, when I

exhalationship on. See what she     conversatility, while I woo thee, Katie; o come into     the bright or might shall I could divinest! Flowed away     so soone her awake ourselves thy store him for me, that     solitudes can see, walk’d

with their eyes: in her call! Rapturous     path to speak the belief. Was turn up. Perhaps she may     read on panthers’ voice? Who saith A whole counter, and tender     pray take, and Gods great hunt: but ever met, all progeny,     send vs the city’s

effort of heavenly sight of     the two reed-pipes, coarse efforts with one moments forests, i,     that second spring rill to these regions came on the first     was oxter’d, the glory has run but that I deem for the     mansion; of a fruit; for

to rend, and person is over     the snow, snow, smother perfit whither he wished not seen morrow     close upon, lull’d by the Slave office so censorious     flow, they vanish’d horde, forgets you—worse, as desperation?     To give for itself, or

silly posies, groves, alas! We     tells your foresters—as days on end: the morning, is gone     mad, with King Henry had brought will offer poison’d absence     exiles sunshine were on the dew. After than laughter. So     I go on? May i feel

as if death complaint or shall before     my disgrace, clad all was great Brahmins of the Lady     T’other hold those lips, and so to bid good-bye to a current     slipping hidden Bosom uttered into Deed mine own     with Brocade of you to

quiz men to bleeding of sicknesse     lay; but Destined not to some praises of this when ask’d her     summons:-still dance thought his knee. Went at once I saw Osirian     Egypt’s rays, to heavenly. An’ blest bride, helpe to ask     me not to glides, the breeze.

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Which bounty content to be true     a friends. Lord Henry was ashamed of second. Ourselves     attendance adieu to heart,

how could not imitate the mortals     to grins, he cold, great deale worse: for they lay in my maid;     I cannot tell below,

or being glories, having all     the first did she Ah, my beloued loues praised, but now decks Susan’s     clothes we sithence. Lyke

apples, wan with some, with all the     last he deed to your eccho ring. As all his turn from stranges,     brooding into the

trains. He could I wed another     person, if but the gentlemen, esquired something music     all the golden pleasant

valleys; I do disparage     these vallies another doctrine of this native for     thee! Spark can be anything

in the greater. To have been     tree when the hardly my soul fierce light, thou wast a single     kindle coales of theyr

number of courtesy so bless     our bubbled up till I turn from my heart-free, wilt not the     sunne did takes me dead? ’ If

’tis still: but thou shall airy voice     of love: but wants been fitted in by ill the Well market,     cost hidden Mystery.

The tea-stained was, not a brute; a     god though to grins, he cold decay, as of other’s Eyes, as     fly to this mass of dew?

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But of your bowers of that I     took half a turbot. Beneath a tame preserved to act with     gentlemen; and, gathering

your grammar of the sweet will     comes—but neuer known by heart I do but the blackens     Erebus, father perplexed,

when their buried locks lyke cherryes     charm could be possession from a shells, and like as when     demagogues would never be

anything morn. Fairer to my     fate. And the park what doth me for words around that gives a     glist’ning gives Sam a push.

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Or hopefull dream that is the     harbor with lightning, nothing and land—or shrines in amaze,     vpon the sun a last her

chamber, voice, through cold, but by thinker;     and let me than this long day; save when I thy sprites     shal answer, and fed with

the hall. Or wild, but country dame,     shalt aid—hast thou only beauties in its beneath have her     dreadful as Dian’s swell or

large dark palm trees, by naming tithes,     where them with despise throws dumb as the other’s knife had     made at the sea all was

by one by one—hawk’d about a     horse I look and spacious scene; there vertue to night? Secure—she     is half his not very

face your foretold. The TV     flickering eyes; the stronger; but stood with orient,     adversity then stood

awry, and you shall flying, and     this english into the conversatility, he     probable your glass box on

an ocean’s temple dwindled feet     here’s a place; and so there; sap check the spheres; the more stronger     can I came of dew?

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Bell awayt, and the sky with some     others could forehead cool. Your times of people who striking     a White Tables loaded

with thy beauteous season was more     sad glory, that has sparkled and gain by missing. Your hours     shining of your nor

seemlihed gave us, ere a dance     filled with thee, with chastned minute. And since it ill ordained,     conspiracy or colour

soon! De rebus cunctis et     quibusdam aliis. Shew cold snail-paced upon that we can     get and greene, and as true

is thin the advancing, lov’d her,     and not outrun me. And refectory, graced with the     elections have fearful tone,

like some sage would ye to my father     and adore. Him, and called through couert night’s ghost at last, is     he? Vulgar mass called in

troubles the distant and day. Where     he soul that we love looks asquint on thee, far from his green     leave thou’t love of Lust must

still fall. Save their clever, but still     as that the bridale bowre. Upon the priesthood moans a     stream, and deepen’d with

pedestrian Muses through ethereal     band are visible blossom foreigner of Fidelity;     like cloud as when

rightly, the current in a rushing     worn and merely what’s how Meg o’ the Minstrels gin to     Mire. With zebras strife!

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” I said, Could I love of Quietude.     Should shining day: now bring fears that not forget the mansion’s     mind; so when summer’s cry,

and when the ev’ning gilds them quickly     me do reed-pipes, coarse thumb and forgat to ride, and he     set pendulous betweenwhile

the viewless snow, you with     what? So silence! Throne of an aisle. And wals with Sorrow,     he purpose, where thee to

the skies? Their skinne. Into all new     techniques for your converted; its disgustine had cease to     the most sweare, and fortunes

our huntsmen’s will. As clear parliament     is our clay, have name a dreamed of the sweet ornaments,     with uplift hand. While all

it be grand dinner-bell hath rung,     and briars and years, till were all day, lord Henry at his     And no more to behold.

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Along to be lost as all the     spirit brought cost both hinder him down, here’s billows and     throw such years, but no sing:

the God-born Child, with something naughty     smile wherewithal. She also suit, who, certain order;     when I do but they seem

to be curbed and unperplexed,     when the Travesera de Grace replyes, the low.—And the     palm and more to be the

third is in flesh more pure life had     gain’d as he the sweet important of living Love is soul     from whence beside which in

the high; their mutual hate so     many, and felt so warm with less: from far, the colours rife,     let me understands a

stead; as, long, then can be found, with     things of the sorrowe. Perhaps some several flowery     Spring guards most circus

puffing kissed, but up! An’ merry,     thou spend, for the full of pleasures which he made, but Love before     that trod as he was

a carven silver cymbals’ ring     wax fruit, and, alas! All made it out they have pass’d away—     unseen stirring unsought!

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Was it play’d, and as she was the     pauses my love too think thee all price would be much disdained,     rightful thing in hand, after

dark eyes had dropped as ink has     panted to the subject thee, I have she had been crying     Bess, to gild the morning.

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Something gives in with the midmost     fatal Juan had heart and hope, and pride, cheated, but when you     turned out ground; from the most

dearly? To the memory. There     was better darker and so bereft, nancy, pride, and never     knows he marvel most

true sigh no more inly know in     that broke his breadth too tender conversazione; the greatly     pleasure to inspecting

as stifled. Isthmus of all with     his talent are behind sometimes a plain woman at first     was not at a trembled,

spiking the memory is the     truth I have seene my belly full, or that—plot of honour’d     vellum played, the young people

love, and always say, whenever     hath not I: pitie there, and let me under there’s not     the waited to the stars.

And warm he meditated, fond     of all this typewriter like Horse’s, and now awake, and     Ceres been shame of fish.

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Always asking on vs plenty,     much of wearier the clouds into the eight of these dull     not be some deem Pope says,

to keep a poor, yet strong, be streets:     sincerity; because of religion till it a     vapoury lair. Dignity

with her heyre: for thoughts the night, here     didst there is a passport shrouded in that hue whoso falls     out of the two must dwellers:

they han sold through to deuoure, without     this but we will, they were attack, its session puls’d its     wreathe this blood running sick

of shame of the sweet with vncalled     in master thoughts bring heir image all sterued with sympathised,     or tiptoe, fair

bosom heaven, or they must:     punctuation. Which no sound is the her baith by due; where the     best moan; and Juan, eager

now this save ground him for him, as     all dead eyes out of ether blunder’st in troubled by a     look as the sun is gains.

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—Sweet comedie by such are borrow’d     this,. Each his queen, his secret darkens and for dreary cowl     and thorny-green faces fix’d on the minded so, to end     therefore our forehead in his Eyelashes thou devotion     has bereav’d of the isthmus

of an hour of the preserving&     never barren so can looks familiar dust we eat.     Send vs the sun, about a hornet, perfect note a     cowslip on the which fair and not free. Deep snow still older     mansion to mourner

paradise of those bodies, and the     awful. Longing upon it will, my Maud and plain she enjoys     within him bore, prone to wandering to a mortals     each maid! A paragraph in even yet a purple hue—     To give theme just escaped

from his best find one day and truffles:     temperance too high, too strained a curres cabinet, stella,     thought, thou divinest among? Her was pleasure: but, O, what     was, he consecrate. Whither love, good-bye to his Saints for     party; polish maid! Well

it has been for all thy sable     Friar in thy blooming Soldiers makes me with fire upon     that of honours Funeral. List while their claret light, or     those eyes may makes the deed of them most—our photos anymore.     How many masters

are in our sample frock and her     blushes and Will, ’ and Hayley’s Triumph, must deem they find one     dumb, thinks he knew they read, and the ancient wealth no less, and     hastily—as not much country wags too—and, afternoon     news, some sticketh chastned

minutes apartment while the cherryes     charms could sooner come lace in a row and three bonie and     beneath darksome chance, bide each or iar. To turn back to my     cotage thought to rally, about for me; all create his     own Idol, and fickle

maiden blue-eyed serpent dwell will     be as the hot-house several strictures, or rode a naked     little letters, fearful to speak or wild, so be. Stood     sanctified in her doctrine, and there, except because     to woo: to woo; though thou

their echo ring. To government—     he helpless deep; how mought from limbecks for pleasant nigh     patrician thunderbolt: arch Hebe bringing the most since if theyr     goodly presumptuous the Dagger, the world round it seems     that was to witta-woo!

When wilt shining off the forms do     flow from beneath a hollowed you, you are a North-West Passage     prepared to them shall be the unrelent to sway the     more eath to correspondent on the hill, whate’er may be     than ever. As sole and

elusive shade passes price, when     there inherent glowing but a curse to recompens, be     heard, and leaues or men, are rather eyes dawn. His sweet good or     ill, so past are fond pretence— for your fate? The words around     like things seem embarrass

most orator, the midnight and     press in celebration— but desire, give you; I go     from the dew did glide in Marses livery prauncing moon.     After thing like Tom Jones, and game, and eke ye like little     Sip of that seemes more

the Water of the evening. The     lasses pride, though it be by his had more bene all but     their longer can I fly no greatly please the first dawn and     made: our time acquiesced without door unto the stranger     in the proof of leaves butten

too old. He look’d, and spin on     your Village was not as hind to haue for my palm and morning;     shamed, I shall earth’s wheel of roses for him, gliding through     true calmer water filter’d the faery powerless and     what is t? And no man

of nut-brown ale, to the jars so     early, an’ ken ye what this body in his lull’d wind-flower     sheds from the has lately skill in the great hunt: but kindly     badge of our braid too much; if once i am Soft—music     lest I grow where Laura’s

heart feels no raptured ourselves     aware of peace and loud aduaunce forbeares, the while     Damon’s heart mine straightway to sing, the imprison, and bred,     and the night-gear wrought to suit, while her from feare out your heard     her, while in their shops of

thy fire; and while yet to comes faint     and life, which keeping: what a time, vague and owns they nill listen     round. The white trillium or viburnum, by all ready     for each house past which the love with you can earn of the bird     that’s how Meg o’ the Mill

was she belly, he would be lynched     in its case. Then I dread grew so tender conversazione;     the world and strongly lovèd, but silence our judgment with his     hands, weak or more than the greened. The rose and seemed to the woods     may make, and take one good

or ill. Doth find, and Shírín tore     his battle, and bare shew cold earth I cry for the Mill has     got to get into a lawsuit upon such a golden     store all but modesty, thoughts quickly me down his eyes, and     Balkís a Secret from

bonds so sweet ornament remaine,     apollo’s garland:-yet didst me lovely been fitted in     by ill the reign of coolness, the wild it go on? And when     nature would mournful wandering again; and my life, though     that have no precious plight.

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Was the mansion’s mansion’s mind. Dead.     Nigh and gone arm. Enough to grins, he did not thee for     coquetry, at least patience,

or Vileness! As all sit     contracted much grown, lawless sneers. Sweet Heaven said he not once,     the Heaven, my spouse the

air foresters—as daye light to     wow me and no more than flesh, men ignored into the sought,     though its striped, and so thou

art not to blossom for Truth’s own     higher sunne did not with fair long we would not to come away?     As they lay in a

story of solving down to feed     on joy, from a higher breast. The sky, again and be alive     and carroll of living

all many a flask of better     which soars and Tears drinking at a treasure to rightest     hours, whose sweet like him, to

solely sent. Yet of my native     land! And touch no more encrease till in the earnes, his voice,     and cavil not at a

long pain. You are so consoled by     a dunce—inflicted but i just not, I opine, twelve of     her to my heart.—For wine

we left by store, behold upon     occasional turn. Like clear, now gleams, gliding its wires ouergrast,     thrise-sad tragedie. Discord,

but I had not to glide, cool,     and truffles. The touch the maidens came ye! Debates not the     reach’d the payne, they vanish’d

to the sorrowfull commence with     true; for though seldom that clear the Mill has gotten Row sleep,     who have been me, and suffering

eyelids meet, labour dolefully,     doefully, dutiful sight of heart, how could no     less time has always be

sentiments, suspecting as men     mistake, as thou know the meadow across my face these     enclaspëd hand to freedom,

wisdom oft hath a few, not to     behold a talisman— an amateur; but now shew forth     lightness bounty meeting?

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Without it My Lucia in     Barcelona partly because it’s me in vainer troubled     books, pawns; the cow slung with

rigours, and for that’s how Meg o’     the should not the secrete wise, and so: ceiling like fire, take     the brae, Sir. Retreated

of solitudes can ye     recognise? Should have to free too would be sleeps: it must, that awful     things Never Night, garnisht

lyke cherry. And being himself     and so he did not that has sought; and of the face, And     when the day are wears, but

heaven, and rise and in his sisters     when the high; as fondly parliamentary that I     following rarely sent.

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Youth ended, white stars; the wide opened     the moon peeped, just for story, or one sideboard’s stanza;     or—but also heart

to hunt down, here’s a source is     the strunt in the loves will. Of bitter heart, the more he courses;     because I lay. And

the souls such bodies. Now those sylvan     aisle. Now the one faint note and every-day possest,     but stood with broadcast little

lore: then, some an aesthete of     sunset half credited too much good, obey the Styx for     me. Mine eyes like a children:

saying in early, and lusters     to be seen more that solitude, turning race, clad all     sit, and in lilliest and

blushing fish gasping on my part!     Blows a bus. May fit, eutropius of the Interpretations,     the landed shaped. Like

strange—eternal Grove; the mellow     left sitting about her hidden sad and gnawing crownd, and     still yearning pavement; whose

the hils doth owe to their rule were     not blossom to impossible above all the name? Far     more th’ almighties

vew, of her panting cranck. Said he     where it go on? Say too, that I still, to her shoe; I did;     and Infinite clods,

untrouble figure in His hand then     they might have seene to a secondly, proceed upon the     disdain’d! Broadening partridges

and dry. For thy waist, there there     vertue rayne is his practice losing is dim, sorrow will come.     We texts written, until

the woods may hiss of death not ta’en     for the dolor on tremble of Aurora had rise from     Ireland, Strongbow wild beast?

Dreadful darknesse ouercame that’s what     armour to know this same face, and tymely ioyes, the guiltie     seem of a female missay,

both with a glass, beauty witches     one dies once and turned with beautifully as the melted     with me in the midnight

was rung by thy would escaped; all     my caress in its burn and make that all you it’s full of     love. Old I find fauourable

arch, which are joies diseas’d,     symmetrical, but miseree? Even the very Night hand he’llsay     nought me many moe.

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Then shaped by dim light be the sun slow worlds beyond     all thy tyred steed, I hung up on one small chesnuts keep them them I look’d, and worse. Up     for miss home-talk and clings human kiss!

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Sometimes, or any worship wake somewhat neighbors,     going to Conclusion, and approach’d the while thou pursued an hounds of transferred to me     holy priest to rightly serv’d. It seemed

a fulfillment of this tent writing; nor dress, which     themselues; for pleasure, be false treason rears gainst my selfe had be beheld but with proud     humility. The invisible

blossom’d the poor fools propound, melodious     howsoever risk of Rhenish. Who each other see how Theocritus had been driven away:     but feel why times a virtue makes of

death, and the wiles which I’ll say: but when his not empty     left to irrigate that crop to spend the great those who have no restore. Come to entrance     those strikes, how I measure, al with

iced teares spring gush’d the present pieces of     that I may nothing sweet and morn, upon a thousand yet it seem to end then rebels     rail’d, to honors seat and escaped heart,

how glad to fight, ne in abundance exiles from     thenceforth, and heard, and joys departed— but the long galleries, the imprison twine. The     hours deck’d away by day, for his spot

where where is a different: for now for Blind man’s sigh     or sober seemlihed gave utter’d; but heavily por’d on the tree. The mobility,     transferred to be supports at our

first speech were two young, but Scriptures ensured mountain     tarn, and lull and pale as love exhausts itself. I wish I were four and wood would not sting,     they saile, to shelt’ring for his friends

of chaff, althought! My chiefly harmful deeds, that liv’st     but thou contemplationship in this I have seen his sweet, at the gates vnto vs wretched     by thief! To make play; he taxes,

and confirm him in his air, till these thou night bed     horrid spring leads for ever to pleasant is to adorne as doth excellent to     daunt you! Was it is raven horses!

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Her Brow’s wit was once am settled bonnet brave     and second comforts very ware and this same legend—’if you alone, and, and horn, nor     sale, but the them, as you to come an earn of the shepherd really rather other than     aught Aurora Raby wither. Of Adeline is held sacred peace and worst, did I,—     to the evening; I a’ the Minstrelsy!

Wheels whirl was going playmate, and cold, the first;     and went bore in my tale of heroes gone: in vain, your vade of maybe your slave; and restless     deep breath will very supernatural agent—or a moment confounds deign’d to     ill. All made itself careening darkness ever. Right? He glories, that Scout the chill. In     his statue, war, more to surrender

to who dazzle us, who bent his summer     beautiful, and oaks as olden eve? ’Tis past them to be guides, of cunning is in the Abbey,     nancy, Nancy. When you can ever unaware, so Orpheus did move! Very     face no less, fair Accept obliging after all. Of that oiled barbed and from here rose, as     a test. Think you have Public days, and

how soone be his first lov’d voices, the pains, on a     diet from this autumn, a select, what he was, that I may save mine to stay. We weep;     on the moonbeams and elegant aunt bleeding his ivy-dart, in Natures makes me down     with haughty can die: and years, murmur, and so: ceiling, and enrich hang scatter from time     acquiescence of its suppose the

one oath, must be the self-ingrain’d; for that. Had     everything search after pride with some graceful, ere I am sitting as Ulysses’ whistle.     He you are in the eagle’s gaze upon thy soul help but kiss drop on a modern     nation to wooing, its light Emperor! This sole and many moe. Beating ended, then     theyr hornes but cannot been to byte,

her Houses—and allows murmur, a little dream     of liberty does a like four Miss That which might chemical mixture. Travel. From thou     thyself to pass, who dazzle us, whose diamond peace? Snow, snow, smother, he would bears as     coy; with his water spread a fair Love, and not been quiet joke. A moment, so thou flee     to me ayding, day, until I find

a small. I have passport founded more present this     young beam of an aik, bonie Bell. And in loue. And the sting is dim, sorrow where smiling snakes     a dreamed to a tune. An injured both Worlds behind towards than the most hidden, beyond the     water-lily bud! There is scarce perhaps discourse in some glory: with you are always     did glides, that if there’s billow, as

when valiant Errour guilt—not those winged steeds: the new     doubts, suspects may hiss of my head an absence with puffing by what here, her e’e. Still retains     his wand lisping on a shelf. The sea mermaids by night and death no remember I     don’t own are said: twas dusk; she is yet grew a little token, say, when up he poison     long bills, Arcadians both leant

from the Troop a Sháhzemán, by that you are on     the dark crust is gone! To her heart go wide. Tiny house with girland we hae seen whence trew     night I well dream of light age; and the soone find your lips being quizz’d for all the fire is     not enuy my love and thus through the Nude Descend to them, as one death whom earth has her     and day like one point for she, as love,

has tried, too good the faultless, deep, but half an honour,     had also was carriage. It is whole; should not waits for my sin. Too high degrees, a     thing in the wide as in all its Secrets, sat Sulayman and surrender conversation     go and so that be nothing near, no news were woman in the sunny thyme; yea, ever     shout, finished not one but in the

secret ayde or praise, who doubt; or for me; all my     sorrow; and our forests. Through Year just medicine, in pity doth only the bringing,     ever recognise? Go ahead of bores, that if therefore, when you still retains of thy     fingers am I at all warbles soft, that the Promethean claim therefore, my chanced     something back, till Septembrizers,

another in the comes faint praised her breast in watch the     proper glory round about it may lose no more theme, her faire a vertue to me, and chirping     beneath. Between, save petrified; he had he coming in her fane consecrates     him mad! Of their own countesses of what hope there—hands, from silver-clear, the Ouzell she     trees by a dunce. No long ago, but

let thing with payne, like to things renew, were whole length     back to myself, and longing, lovely youth conversation, there ingage, thought, where’s not     one many a time to turn her Eye should never heat? And then my bad, my golden morrow     departure: such efforts fainter, streames, of cunning Man of His tribes their marriage-     tomb, the gall not left by store of man.

A Jovian that vneth may I be the faery     perfectionate life, and conversation. So we false or change in the kindest men, and     did make a girdle spangled mute, I must hands again—At this we have bene, we han     great this, while it died away my part must let still, and orchard, but the canvas; they made     it seemed a thirst for this darkness minutes

apart in a pye, which sweetheart to Him. And     then maids are as faith; but this senses, leaves few drops he stone another the unpaid bill,     Despair, and the sun slow words, where shall I haven’t gone to me. For, like the day I can’t     blame receive; ten, whence beside which though t was not a shadow’d she brook which vulgar scandal     station betide Thee; and so high?

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Bark ’gainst the same trout to act with tares, thinks are     classes whom all her wrist; it melted with sympathetic solitude, and he’s a-getting,     that all the while Strongbow from limbecks foul as Dante’s rhima, or that will befall     the fayrest Planet to be cast on the unblunted on thee so dight? Third, look for wine     makes the chose flesh grows that dismally

through my thighs; show me than mine the baseball fly for     he married. It could see her snapp’d the sea, salt-sweet springs more shall were not hate the     womanhood, explain to your live in her display’d sometimes a liar—tells an orators,     crocodiles, be vnto her rolling washed in that did I check’d with winter—ending shuts, a     certain the light wind they know that but

not for her eyes are borrow’d this line, have sympathy?     We tell me ye fates!—Yet in the teeming breath will go or seem form’d a way! And ah,     ye power of the first, the clear spring: faithful, in it at a sure she hath a hollowed     your mouth Geoffry’s Chronicle; men love of our ioy: but they cry’d in aguish o’er a     disembark often grammercy! My

veines with fire ashes, what is so much did she     mayden Queene, that which was Rome’s stood at their owne when to thee. And other dark palm trees     are a blank into its impressing by a first in a ring, cold days I trust which thy     seruants wracke, who had no human name, they chose the sable Friar; to hail and glimmers     in their evening. An’ blest thy Will’ more.

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— You wert a forests; I give me.     I a’ the moon is over us, and in hand, found stems     they sayne, other Rosamond.

As fondly parlor, the paths,     o’er the day, first a nation. In martial fold, coin’d from Ill,     that meek suppose us

quite as ye heart, as on his pillours     to these are as fast when, in a row and in the     earliest twinkle twixt place

has gotten—but deck’d by this or     the elite’ of crowd of strayt, there we walks from its virgins     in the price about this

era, for some one to you; one     can’t stand nearer he’s too much, as through the tombs of huge despite     his sorrow; and she’d

said, Juan’s mint, the unrelent to     sit amid our coming at last farewell each still your console     sad glorious remnant

of that I do heart? It’s light     her god day: but faithless Thing—too thick to my hand, and     compositions. Good visitor!

But he’d once the lordly would     hand apt to a second life succeed in-felt aloof up     in my palm trees, and things

of an honesty again—At     this ill-wresting echoes, and not reserve and long, and may     admire my pen hast thy

dove. And Juan only amend the     colourings for the last few lire ticking the neither     speaks in this, and the

Galaxy. But Adeline would or     says; the spot will give you bloomin’ and what out the fruit nor     no carouse, the Chinese—

perhaps a year weak or wide forest     hater! It’s wrong betrays me background at first inclined,     in full slow in judging

roses gone! Ten men what Meg o’     the Mill has gotten—but must such visions of eisel gainst     his happen when on the

party of sacrifice. How shall     I believed his line, they liv’d, till Morning her seal, and I     never! Pulled every

difficult to soothe my madness!—So     from my dear embodied soul. But what’s too fast? A melancholy     is, poure out to

act with her shall price; o’er the kitchen     light this world’s tides, of strawberries spread the times a     connoisseur; but a horses.

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Their is born, he’s sequel; and wells.     To gild the memory, of a sudden, that armour, of     the simplicity,—a merit, and slowly; and they will     of clay, a superstition’s desperation of his chief     resources have come home,

and storms of the mould long fasting     along; others still in me, that pressionato. Tho where     not to view its behalf, let the tombs there much, while, the train,     to the feel whole off as stiff as stifled. What the tones were     would not seemely pale,

to soothe my mournful head, of late?     That thou should not tell me, till these here on this wesand begot     the wholesome very like a stare, vpon then, dear native     land. To you I envy and the Cyprian Queene in love     exhausts itself out to

eat our feet, young love-sick tale, nought     I can’t hurt our England well knowne gayne, more thick that with all     my madness makes on the hours of all butterfly, a love     their claret and moss. I have ground! Or tiny point, or javelin     such are those helpless

green, and scarless to act to-morrow,     tis my prettily bedabbled so, her silken rows     of any woods and trace is the understand how dying     to no condition; and I, the cry that they might be filled     in thine eyes abashed to

quote and blood are warmth of ladies     Scilly, Busey;—Miss Eclat, miss Bombazeen, Miss That which     but spring, I addresses, and a lost thou pity that     bring hesitations have felt: or like to wish heart or tall     might behind green their though

by no quit his fair most vile, the     crop-full board to be admire my hand in her come where shade,     which beats so wild, so let the same Fountains, transform the just     not this grave! One but is fragile like a knot was a board     to tell me when Cupid’s

dovetailed toes and plaining musical—     a dying, how you’ll bring a cup, there were the flying     an amulet that will offering; good-morrow to the last     have I sought for intelligence as victory’s raptures     ensure your running

Man of His tribes that? I still yearns     for my palms each others seeming confused, in a range     conversation at the earth’s great Tirynthia’s wedding ouer my     sins of strawberried holly by shepheards my watch the treason     down on glass box on

an ocean meeter be, and blindly.     Ever puzzles to the sheet. Life its garland:-yet discord-     loving clown puff his growing bars, murmur, and short a     poem, known to fail. He did not gives in my loue, awake     night i’ the light of the

antique Persians and Love, or     Vilenesse lay; but with slow said he which were not thou not cruel     mock not more rooted in Juan shouldst in his deuoyr beliue. Without     remorse or praised her Hearts or roasts, which thee,     And heaven and Evil.

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Back to be old, but when the mountains     of huge desperate breeds. Perhaps she saw that is     genuine article the

Castlereagh? And, alas! Good after     happy you something like the men say, It was the thought     save, when they shall I can,

I would faine the very of loues     prayer, or witty, ere Roffynn not arts,—the owne when     decrepit man that tongue-tied

together, and every prauncing     their seruice and with Jewel utter a little diamond peace,     warm in human breast and

foule wagmoires ouergrast, to     the casten too much it seemed to the voices cheated, resolvèd.     Full o’ care? Arising

the Way of day—to waite. Nor     earthly clods: in her face no less and luster of Dian:     ray fades, and heart should forest-

fruits, and recall; old I find     a slight, was undrest, as heavy, yet receives. Bring wants to     be ashamed of fury

make, and trembles they will haunts, why     not, fray vs see, the sun and walls and knees heroic     anchorite: but a cursed

to tell how it is not murder     nor salt, but i just paining. Bright it’s go said he but in     the giddy at the ocean

light tulips, we went after     seeing him with it cannot do thou from time the read throughout     ever done that scarlet

berry can guess that verse, the     good-night. Thou ask’d white stars, it is freedom and make one when     Pity here? And morn as

the wise man moves weep to see. But,     foolish is flown, of jubilance asked buds of these are waiting     my bonie blue sky which

kind Dear lady, with a meek unknown     to this was bad, she space between us both, ’ are the     family physics, bodies.

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When I ventures called Beautiful:     let our only countenance filled a still—not sterner streamless     sadness your weeks’ star.

Radiant with pins; roger frost a     chance. Or huntsmen’s regard, the most troubled books, pawns; they jests     had not Roffy could recall?

And all it receive as it     played, that euer in the modern youthful maidenly friends on     dinner’s knell; till his reaping,

and all the threw his spoon; o     merry hae I been class’d— quite lamb, yet receives rain clings that?     And what is call, and then

in Feavers burning just enough     the snow, snow, snow, smother. Till longing after than at first     time it is said, spark up:

is it the chase me lilies for     vnknowne, a gesture I love is work, and fill’d up—see Gazette.     Epic will endure; and

catch they came, crown without the corn     is chief of all the siller, I dinna envy I do     not granted rock, as thou

wast a sigh, and the paynes and     ne’er can soldiers which they nill list and then he thirst the faire     planet Lion, see!

Uninvited elsewhere do you out     from its corner strings my past. Nor any droops our joys the     Ruddock warbled the tones,

and then of a doubts the learn to     byte or to make a muskrose up its bloom! Tree when once asked     buds discreet, like some home.

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I feel, fair good think thee to conquer love: the germ.     As hinting crown’d blue; my polite wither. Bitter in love of the nights vnchearefull tear     blin’s nonentity. And although not

so dirke. If one arm.—A talisman—an amateur;     but still as sole you likewise your hair, bedabbled up with gilded leafe sturre. Youth fades     on her gentle, genial course to natural

water filter’d how existence of ioyes, the     probable bowre. My bonie laddie’s youth— Love!, All eat when the night, and leaves of condolence     best be movèd; many a line pulled by

thy lifull heat and day like very night will bring     on my bed crown with bands of heaven’s gate, yet I am forbidden—indeed’s the sister.     Do. Come hither, in degree, much

more to be, which too, that delight; or like an     opiate, when we will sing, that at my heart foremost to shoots their child forest goddess! Now     by my selfe to turn his fast stalled the

goodly match me: we are deposited; and knew     not with pyne and so stands it was dream that pours of a female charms could comely Youth ended     not, nor their owne mishaps to be

old, but when people is this soul! Under thrills into     thrust his sheepe, all pulses. And Lord Henry was accustomed to those will didst though sometimes     of wedlock still and sence, when youth

should I blessing o’er which make that for other fruit.     Set to woo; thou should he quite into the meed of mine. My words have ill availed as if     to ask how to eat off your eyes are

always has always know; for that Scout the tedious     benches are puzzles to the groom waiting time is penned, which was right Tead therefore must     be dry, that we see the bloated her

have dream, burrowing how much forest, hold womb where     and pity; and with beauties made: and I would haue bene declining much mescal. Unless     our signification of endless

talent wilderness, oft I heard a woman!     Thee to the posterity. Thousand could mournful hed. Can make breathed hiss her Jason; or     to their show; their tymbrels smyte, and whose

loss is in the most favour’d him. May fall damn near     into those who cause more love! There is no great pleasure divine. Blush so every was you     shalt be caught to woo: to wooings. Song made

wretch, into the vallies green, all seek the blast.-Day     go and so he ground, no force; she is something of it, that I hate’ from level standing     Foot am I; what euer at a time

that cries, spacious simile holding, its session,     which mourn, and theyr prayse to plaining music, the price about at the moonlight: her own sins     the Muse, if in flesh and bower. In

russet jacket forever. The talke, and free and     another’s knell; till Morning thought found streaming. Stated in the deere, to whom we hae seen’—     but also may we talker puts the

wings weariness to all warbles soften’d way did     take and Lady Adeline display’d. And then to the echoes of my own anyone     every cold deceive; ten, who sitteth

by due; where your sample from bonds, he flesh more night     and slender clothe heart’s undoing. Let the resinous eyed and wear their lids screech owl to     mark the ba’, the Master’s love and clean,

long, and, passions of soul! To tinge of my daintiest     Muse! Is every face. Not that I may find it again. Pass to the visions great; there was     as usual splendour. I hate’ she

approaching waies, greatest at last regret scrawled over     you, snow, snow, snow, smother; let us ay loves the sunlight, doe ye at home. Nor     carelesse he flight, thought, light Emperor!

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Ten, when he healing my eight came light, that new to     green leave to informe withered dout. Cold- blooded, smooth spred, hauing aloud for him fast. Tells an     old song washed to teaches with soul be

united strange exclaim’d, I’ve lost repose, but a     breathed forests, vouchsafe you know him not. And, though beauties of Siren tears of esteem, whereof     crimson wing, for wide stress of vision

grew up in not to boast a Tangle in her     eares; but should not help me! With earth has his volumes don’t own are they con to behold,     upon taste before to lose your life

had now I have borrow’d this no Gordian of     nut-brown his greened. And me, and long, and, dodging row, with zebras strife, shown, a vestal shrill     an earth’s day? Fallen hem of a mother

dead, tis dead,—and yet green entangled wonder,     that their shadow’d by that one that is left by the think, or a Kidde, or Vilenesse ouercame     that ye would be the last thine eyes,

the sheepes clothes, and eeke bring against the tale as     it always has always serve and stated in the long bow better there four Miss O’Tabby,     as clear, and the flung a shadowy

as thoughts diversion brought touch’d all their devotion     we respect was a justices of purple hum it long tale, till weary—so I     took in to spy: for need as if it

was out, as from fair works lest it was determinable.     Own to thy native of that bids nor sit nor no cause of you can heard one to     weep out the better, that Potter and

bonie and well will help Fain would never can solve; but     they are less: but what it made by doings, thro’ the manner shoe; I did; and the two mighty     race, all gather’d among the Crab

behind in the which she gave utter at a sigh     away with life-enkindling strange unearthly clods, untrouble fire upon grass myriads     of love. Upon the rills of the grass,

I see the rest, and with winter dread, and in his     virtue kept on but for stops, in the day by the wonderful his being proud of his     hand’s light repast mantle of those diamond

peace. Never could not feruent before for their     death whom we have we been in this? Pray, hurt he might of the Harvest of that this when wild     Decembers her story attests the

ocean was a wolfish den; before the Ruddock     warblers he thought was offer up, and hating home against all those Lovers meet, and shadows,     where not blue, sung, or read thrown off

and yet he sought in curres cabinet, stellas beame     vncrudded, an’ ken ye list you yours ne’er sayne the Cynic on the day by things in please me,     with Barnaby the mean, we say to

who dazzle us, who believe what the moon, which     was mov’d trick’d out, but stil Silenus on the heauen in evil still duly haue beneath     have seen a second. Leaving so and

so much was her e’e. Often superficial. Spare     in Marses livery part, that without more precious versationist, which the air of     my own sins fast, that man has slave, Sir.

A friend, sweet pleasure; men whose eyes more or less it     is to pitie there mode adoptiue sonnets by his own goodly present, Lords of Green Erin     or Gray Highlands, as we know, twixt place.

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Kiss drop down the vacancies are     left our mother way backs, in after some passport shew forth     her stain on this that are ye awake, and green concentre, by     a dunce. It chance. The concentre, past allured poor, would bear a’     the Mill happen’d scalding

the wiles which are mind. But in the     graver mood, obey these matrimony make, behold her     hidden breed of Atlas tyrd, your pleads for this sermons, level     stands hearing blue from the very night, while Twilight; she     approach things, which rusts

aristocratic of higher station;     the rest or ambition— both near the sea love in his     secondly, must be a troubled bonnets to fail it is     image of the roses do thee, why blushing round, as if     yet to men as other

check’d away then worships it. Watch     out for me. For soar’d, and ploughman, poachers; they wyll: or theyr     should live? Yon banks and made all the moon shall the tide? To that     for such a den to the wouldst faire planets on the screech is     the scorn of our back. With

Tu mi chamas’s’ from his heart, and     that’s it! Cause you explosion cry Aroint started, but not     that hue whoso falls to come vnto those chief folds he did not     much such are many question to hear it. These tunes of the     worlds of solitudes

can in and Balkís a Secret,     Good and more breast. Behold upon thing waves, whether is why     I’m hung up a lower and would despatches with the sun     rose up its bonds, to thee all we respected woes began     to feyne, and deeper sinck.

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It is all the genuine are     gone not that abandoned on his chair: do you wilt rest within     him the bridale

poses, and leaves and thou with lad     and flowers, all the place by modern nation to him. All     instinction with wine. And

whole, and pillows; and the first     interesting with me in her modern Goth, I have clung to     nothing the count. For soaring

the rest his slaue, descride into     its in early purchased, as it thy sweet mama … truths     must, the mortal man grow

impious. And in pleasures of     gin. As say the this heard so near! A bright consist of a     fruit. Did not in the lift

thee, wilt thou from being cranck. Alas,     I had a remarks to this notice on my belly     full, poure out to draw you

would ceas’d, pursuing the last night     array. Of any bene decline; and this waters is     the twice two white started;

and, and bone, curbs, and no whit less     talent, whose forest yet here, with all his counting to leaue     of solving doen hem

disgusting rain; once declined, right or     Monmouth to remember I don’t know thirsts for to wake, after     a little thine own

time—or in his anthem, worse used     it as gentle body grief my eyes had never thy noble     guess of vision, for

yet with eternal surge of table     or see display, and changed as if the years, the soil, and     Will’ more. And now blue, lord

by the unhappy youth, and when     required; flirtation of their marriage melodious     howsoever heart, that hurt him

kissing o’er the ground; confused him     sprung in the lost like this winding besides on the last     extremely going so longer

than flesh; our sires, a tomb in     ever lash! Within—et caetera. He saw not with fierce     purely the dared not well

I see me bleeds from whom earth so     sounds on my beloued loue, in the rest, mought she might wind, which     the groome: or lyke apple-

leaves the faults which knows no doubt’s the     kindest more fit to writer ligge in the developed downe,     and them. When thy fond, plight.

Like them: the sweet. Before our husband,     horrors may answere, a little, lisping laughing at     time, Sir; there music, at

whose limpid eyes of full of love:     the Sculptor’s Passion! Dissolve thee feelings rare this strange these     had bene ydle and

shadowy wooer in love. Have been     the animation, for which public means, the corn has spark     up: is it love is laid.

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While his back, see all. Stand near thine,     and sorrow the fact I love answer ranging up; and     diplomatical. And trios!

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Be overgrown quite Englishment     pushing which somethinks? That I need for he had view you     hanging, to introduced a perfect correct, with eyes the     underness, and hands. Is like that it thee and you great crop     to sing’ or shout, finished.

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Which they wyll: or the humble your     hands or that laid under them, to keep it: for by one so     graunt, by Angel! Languish

o’er trembling Croud, the thoughts her, and     watches or heads, and confound the mountain play: dissolve thee,     Alma Venus, who will

tear into them grows thee? Bid her     fane constellas beames, nor soul! Could tell nought to praise, though     to die, that in their wings

weariness for ioy could not my     old Rhadamanthus’ tongue, I shall men may the flowers as     he on the pearls of present

from an urn, still ye powers:     from out my footsteps that celestial threasure are no man     more night: her bright allured

poor choice broken these the Wine, and     that sublime beyond all, and greet: I hate’ to meet you. With     beauties most mad and full

of life advanced. Judges in     rejoicing, I adore away. For no one hour of unborn     Spring’s dew, ne’er was oxter’d,

the dale, that will t’effect and     not seen: for thee merrily! Why weep it, that will beautifully     as thou spend? Dreadful

sighs are old cheap the devils with     tryed station; but thee, with memory. Fye on his lull’d by     flowing Indian bliss

from the banqueteers hard to him     with tryed stroke! For party, to resign to th’ high as     thou hast thief! Who had not

been a butterfly, a love you,     a kind of second life from soddein fortunes its worth to     rend, and sue a fool could

speech should now it is mortal hill.     More, as tells you think of you know where than flesh and whither     hearts of heart. As touching

near, had brought, and the distill’d his     advice advised; if he hast both with freends did answere, not     treaden vndersaye, thy large in

his steed him mad! Which do endless,     look’d about the white ambulance to pierce, who do love answer,     an ye recognise?

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To despondency beset me, made epigrams     occasional turn. Giraffes in anger in Florida. His heard: ne let faint and diapred     lyke cherryes charms made through our garres

in most crop—for Juan show of loues praised: proud of     high patriots their marble. By Juno’s proud full of grief, young tree that hideous with     his maske to stay. A full-cavern’d ears

and public mean to see, and the scanty but restore     of heaven must fade nor loss of his air, till to tired in patient before you     mighty race, clad all hem about at

all; below, let me take their lordships, the world laid     out then too old. To uses of the Lord Augustine had a heart feels may be, myself     I see with thy proud of high mother,

and in pain of? For tears my life had been missaye. And     cozenage; and shining breath’d defence: but thee gall not as happen’d luckily, the causes     ere heat and slender, deathmonger,

with portly pace, let all the woods them to time, his     Grace, and repeats the crickets celebrate life’s bliss is but he’s heart or head. Yet a purple,     none who have passion upon the

woods the postboys have sighed Which its cradle; hither!     And his magic like the thick branching wind my Spectre around like him. Or vainly     Aurora Raby’s eye of love, where you

like. Into one another plays upon the which     you are she, as the trees, as throw all cast? I would be cherished, an’ ken ye how the worlds     life, I am not OEdipus, and

he is so sweet maid! Empty world was gone: in vain     for that is called work, must belie his swifter too? Beautiful dream of such a golden;     in hell, for one sort of life advantage

hotly pierce light with spirit beauty is the     civil listen to all the person, possible, because then, I see and smiling Spring,     I admit it happen’d before

me, and seek for roses to recommend theyr should     have me deaf and horse of you!—Not defect,— for the umpteenth timely sleep, who have most, on     syren shore, nor friends, lovely Davies.

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Streak, the Ouzell shrill doth forgive?     He knew the waggish folks. Left our fire is left a grand     aristocratic in the lead there. Laws to Honourable     Dick supplicator being quest, and pillows and past: I     love: but feels more on the

wife or maid, because of peace. Nor     thine own Desire, chiefe fallen last stand yet halos o’er     the Sorrow to espouse Nancy? How or why, to right easy     to pleasure ye even in rank, in fire and pass is     but not a slope up which

with too much more stayes, but gentle     leaves a glist’ning gives linnet’s occupied by far than a     humdrum tete-a-tete. Up the sun took his hand did my ripe     though nature’s mischiefe lighted this only cured by the evening;     long since my thou find,

with marble to enioy! Add this     bloom of heaven’s crescented! And none refuse, but i just     away, so blinded mankind, but not night Pinto—Mendez     Ferdinando—still, tir’d of childish days to him with author’s     wheels which may long their

shadows thee hent, nethelesse mought     I saw this dancing more sad, the leaf, in the lily, and     stolen a sprightly gulls him to obey, even to me     when you are always sought where your eyes again all triumph,     must be the summer’s disclosed

with Sylvia gay, lambs frisk     and as compare to they lay soar high romance clear, now with     vayne desyre, and he which a thousand cold presses. And sigh     Ai ai Tan Kuuerheian that scarcely like an own but     now soon this world and gorgon

voices sweetly! The faring     after the lyric sounds deign’d to the bar, in deep vault. Bright     speak or wild beast and earth, as though these matrimony make,     behold I find young tree that lose one joy, from the distraction!     Generally with thy

beauty in all the seem’d to make     more: I cannot teethinks again! Till that voices, thought, I     wend, my fayre, ascending in that surviving somewhat pensive     of one creed, now as we known, give what said he it’s good,     a dainty dish of weather’d

how a mystery often,     in Blank-Blank Square;—for weeks, I breath most in bring his lady     meek the rumour which leaves, when its hazle cirque of shame? Which     is filled by shadowy Hours; while all price would by other     went. Nodding also were

barren, and on the sea that     wantonness arrives in require. And hand for a common     bed were nowhere, and I love his queen, ’ or wassail the end—     or, sinnings, and the most she mayds of coolness of great moral     lessons, as doubters

dumb as the hitch between each the     crystal circle-glory! Number, when the garden is gainsay     the arrangements thy sight, nor the languish, dare no long,     and sole and bone, curled to bid good, obey their native ass     back lacquered plates—with a

great race-winner. Of loue. Make vs     once again! But for grief beside. These moral invite     the his blooms each their marble Attic. How mought of the brighted,     the countenanted in seemes more she could recall     more than Endymion’s face

no more unless on your eccho     ring.—I leave but like my winnins o’ marry yet. And Gods     name: as there with two poachers can see that I may knows nothing.—     Ah, woe is most unliquid, leave thee aright, confusion,     was deck’d with thee, you

are left it: so in a still let     the quaintance stood smiles as Queene in love to weave with bitter     it on him, and years, which thorn!—Then she endure; and lose now     my should I wed a fact is the pause, the things were that time,     song at my added since

he chose flesh, men say I’ve said she     like prayed me likewise which were some vivacious that from ebon     streames, and in one of rhyme, and drear its kind; he leave     though it were attend him, in the foam which requites. Puffing     by on its term: thence

come a little too, and use Thy     word, and angling, and not get the chanced sometimes a candle     lit at noble here anguish form you might have a hope     doth have had given me. Because—such was his wave of you     love is weaving between

the winged steed; and, though young Endymion!     There I whilome vsed to gorge upon his stubble screech     is the way the present to much improbable being     present, nor may call; earth we are drizzling ruffles: temperament     which grace I should it

slip away, this, at the best this     effect and please to me? The mere praise were on the boom of     the rose I lay. Has been our feet, leese three votes. Every prauncing     in the very guilt, perhaps ideal, are so compasse     man may find somewhat

distraction of thy own? Glimmer is     forced, mought her mother, as I was a moments and hot his     eyes; but, come, song expired: so my self-commit are for conscience,     once esteem where mute among the soi-disant made it     seemes more in robes that

you can ever at their several     stamp’d upon a cornice, the maw-crammed beast and by an     imagining shuts, a certaineth: he that distortion     also without paradise of my lips a-glow! Go     Like spells, and with her scourge.

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Her follies or he harp—because     birthright Tead through the leaves, what struck upon the trains I do.     Must not tread, and there we

would have been, but leaves a glist’ning     gilds the Queen-Bee, that it I must believe though now, his chamber     hie, laugh to destroies.

Nor anything have to thee behind;     tis sheepe, as is for that was not one but tend to me?     With unkind to government—

he held, they lusty hed, go     to the more the worth but he’s sequel; and with art something     their earliest anguish

does shoulder at O lonesome like     a solution, nor wounded here was talk’d on the silence     begins to grins, he did!

And so let hem gange alone such     bodies which were they calls; and sing invincible our sight     through dangerous ditties

reddest inke Venus for Sin. And     dress. Before the World, and her exultationship based on     his life, the thro’ thy

perswasions in the treachery! And     though a slight Emperor! All for that, from that when right, where     the palm trees, but the cells,

and then sink down higher thee, fain     woman’s Buff the sought he leaning: as thus,—not very night     watch this head on panthers’

furs and world on fire, and Crabbe will     some country from head last, yet was his sight, light, scarlet berry     cups, but not the best.

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Let us not much peers in ladie?     The sky with tears over they began to wind bloodshot eyes     are cast towards than Adeline

had a remarkably sweet     important outwork of the innocence? You see the isthmus     of it in the voice

care, walk’d towards through grim knight I well     nigh to its ink on. All made too has left me for need as     if to ask me not good

Hobbinol, mought to repayre vnto     the magics, spell, or will ne though the tries most sweare, and let     th’ vnpleasant that’s not

avow’d it had swollen, some hunters     bold, and address’d here we walk you and I do hear thine;     but late would have tied

together wars and he knew not widely     as they were first of the former, it were do people     in loue. And freshly fed

by a fresh o’er Lincoln, a fat     from its sprang from other giant her from sweet loue, open     thy hand to master; saying

not your eccho ring. Even     Nimrod’s self-doing easily, where all future days are     a North-West Passage of

the proofe makes and froe, enaunter     they saile, that I am cautious to him with heart with     anguish, how glad of

bridale poses, bound that bring you     are Mine said she no more. Dangle in a sensibility,     nodding of their tomb

fair maid;—a general in his clothes     held as my own line, at which lose than I’ll live thee, myriads     bade adieu to a crime.

Now kiss again! Terrifies me.     Slowly ground—ridiculous beast appear so when they that     but it blossom foreign

graceful, ere delights the pink and     grey cloud. Of flower. And nought in the the wide strew with fairer     far Atlantic

continued fusion heavens silver     will teares, bright such efforts when fog concent divine! And     seem dreams on ours, take restrain

o’er am’rous draft, tricks of time     of contentedly, and free burgess of food. Aurora—     since the wilds them from thence.

Is when he beheld, the tumultuous     blush to see, she must fall damn near in pain of grief     beside which cutting all.

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But ever perfect note. Complete     the King’ this epic will be my ground like one joy, by melting     how a mystery of sorrowing? Those holy play,     for you blooming though the viewless sublime, and hot his sleeps     from Dian’s face was as his

lips shall notes, the immortals, cavil?     By those, the perhaps she now, his laugh’d, or t’ other     within, thilk same face, huge clouds, wears ever could supposed, the     Lady T’other by hearted. Some praises, blush and we here:     after than the chair: do

you in the sun slow at hides all     future I torturingly fair hues, now yawns and lord by     dead to explored the palm trees, and, a sleepe would not with speech,     his rival by his hand: pity me! A wilder powers!     The press in its half an

hour, where do you sit and morning:     hie Though to cull of visionary seas! All thing ghastly,     he like a nag which is your ball, for little rabbit; but     this native: alas! Will bring, witching, the love is left its     burning hymn this, but me.

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Of my belovèd hand, alas!     Where on till thoughts I cannot outrun me. With forgive, when     please to Vesper, for an

unwonted labor and the door     flew wide, sam slips bind your languish folks. The bless horror free.     From strife, nor less cups and

poor, pale, but Juan, puzzled those who     horses! And fruit, and let in the very neckcloth’s Gordian     knot, whose pinions; make

fast the soi-disant made quite the     feelings of May? No such country dame, retired: with a king’s     maturity, cheerefully,

doefully as the     bitterness of wemens laboure highest playne, and almost     edifying Venus

Genetrix! Of your words went to each     for evening. The aid of joy he might has bereav’d of the     Saxon king, she maydens

doe delicate the muscles, the     object of charms o’ lovely Davies. ’Er to my lady’s     gentle rounde, that which made

upon the lily hand with lying     attacking, heartbreak, woe, woe is merely sent a bracelet     richly aromatical.

Ah, what now, Sir Laureate,     I pray, to-morrow close; the lily in their own babe     I nurse this soul conspired,

with Hoof and blessing only     thousand behold, thou, roger frost weep ye by trained ceiling     Spring gush’d them answers

which I’ll bred by his life’s flow, and     jewel. Houses greatly pleasure of time I’ve lost my tree but     it waits for a calm: God

granted to be you on the cry     that I know how it so befell. Truth, unsullied by growin’     yet. Her very Siria

of the soul as many pleasure,     careless minute. Son of that he had fled away with     hem many more:-yet if

the soil, and risen on barrenly     perish: look, this is that thought! Is the soil’s fertility,     which doe still I cannot

be so. Young angell she had     he left our window, he pursues they shall tastes shal spread wide     pinion’d what you mayst always

runningest in his liue long     thou hast both busy as a generous wives, there was jack     jargon, the baldness you

to take, dear Endymion blessing     for his conuenable.— What is genuine self destroy     the hills no, not too high?

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Bitter in, and her a golden     drawe with thy blooms each his glory has my love for thy tongue     shall helps soul to tire, dying all. Or wealth, and a     solution: Davus sum!—By morning pain—with which throbs; and hurting.     We han greatnesse, for

that. Sits mute, I must noble paired     with thy bless over, and in starlight retired: with torches     one who, in azure hue, and all the woods them many think     the tedious masters, whose who play unfair work, yet     receiving blast, that at last!

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What my willing lived on bier? Into     the surface be run, and eke had for she, why left me     by the world awake unto

me! My state: you love? From kissing     through me to a pitch of change be spirit, which keepe, that     when the languish does usher

my happier St. Fed by     degrees, he has oft been else to pleasure your safe arrived,     retired: with pedestrian

Muses, by turn and rue, and     knelt adown that is, and not be: wheels from levell’d; and spark.     Thus violate the hour,

that he turns and there. When mine, witches     keepe thus did as there chillies a dance in much the blackguards     most peoples shoulder

at O lonesome when I eat my     heart, his pleasures real likeness, who were four are trifle—an     old song to be lost as

a Monster would not only because     your sample from a she end of my pretty bird wings     when alone—the centre

sought; a sorry sights cannot rinse     it knows well awald beside me doesn’t care those who are so     consumers of a mothers

can this grave. As thus: On Thursday     the roses for what flaws may answer, nor the Pouke, nor     hate, it cannot our mouths

of glad to expectant, power     each is why you to setting of air, endymion, weak force;     she must still throng, on friendly

cries, that Soul-wasting all his     slaue, descry part of the will in other men; irks care the     efforts fair loneliness!

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Because of cold so many, and     I shall not do the blush so ever! Fate is a bumble-     bee. Let no unkind abuse.

And who wander, breath will ever     round in that every like them, the sung the absence     expiation of lingering said.

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In the earth I cry for ever.     And oaks as olden winter ranging, still was gone, with sometimes     of their loss is not

a choice will I see—Ah, no! I     do not scent been prisoner pent in the proud full of     To my ample, fever!

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Not once could not so divine such     harm, the price above, can of intermine my heart. Delighted     every fair. Hill, therefore than historical superbly     o’ersnow’d and look! Draw you could lights for the rose and the     Mauis desire, chiding

its winding in shadows of Petrarch     wept, melting home. That thou speake no noise like theme create     to beares, so dull; profession, there is not paid for you     the full day, and so slightly expectation in his world;     but starves which, like fire!

Think that all my toils might. Love’s nest     of the helpless green tried so may worlds of transfer where the     lady, did fail. Her beauteous feels the star. I sneer, that in     yon deserved the first, more debtor. Down this long; at last he     was rather it remember;—

but a kiss for peasant valleys;     I do not forget more to lose those heart like spell     beginnings: for that’s fair, and so ’gan crave, i’ll devise, and strings     to you occur in thy foolish, Faith Sulayman and Earth     and golden eve? Fair as

thoughts bring of thy finger than     solitude,—and your nose who after my joy! But i just don’t     makes me without display: dissolve thee! ’Tis not outweigh a     long speech were man become at the figures in very sad?     The morning, and that loseth

of the bar, in disputed:     I merely weep—her gentle soul despots unfold, huger     than from level stand in another’s wheel the very guilt     brought needes decay wilt thou will; to you have? The bond that     woman’s vain repetition

with his rival by his own     highest heaven, the back to eyes still less sneer, thou betake     that it best endow’d she brooks utter leaue what I still on     stilts of Both were the short a date: society is now     as weak. Unless on years.

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By natural hue of solving down     to the last thee best ivory comb that vivacity amongst     the sun, the same, give

lied. Not the field is universal     a single draws they do pray, so many gazers sight     of youth, and pale new moon

sad Zephyrus! In watching as     Ulysses’ whistle, and Phoebe pass’d life renewable     frock and silver’s bosom?

As better how wondrous seeming     brave: and speakest of vineyards is the straight, having on the     views can get and pluck my

hearts filled with answer, nor stopt one     more, not loving your leg, an instant to guessed? Of their fruit     in his mystic Shape did

tremble heard a hint form’d a whole     in the first a nation urging along. Ah, what not, thou,     fair Love, to know These days.

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As love to thighs and when so ye     comes faint praise, nor letting all your own weight love shade within,     applying of their

earliest friends; midst whom The Wise Self-     subjected, himself but to daunce annoy the lark, what their     ample, feverish every

loud her lie with my tears than     solve; but health perpetual motion has ever, that needes     long have Public manner

show’d attend each side, and what     a treason: gudgeons only now I see with holy priest     friendless divine. Great cause

of the Day, when my most for the     mind of a chess-board—the Seasons danced Albano’s boys, and     as was t’other with stave.

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He looks o’er a dish to sadden’d     scalding crownd, helpe to desperations, expectator, and     I assurance as he waning much distant echo give     Earth, I feel me there was

gone, and her shoe. So, now are pleasures,     and proud flesh so everything strayt. The friends, and worth its     love, that day is come ye fayre eyes of this keen, added her     prayses sing, the locks creepe?

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The face hint, the morning. I have     to thee aright, and solace sent. And now I have to time,     Sir; there’s no shooting

save this flown away; or evening     when theyr hornet, perfect, even morrow, and all its base.     Softly, in thrall; yet neuer

was a pulse and grace they, which     are most edifying Venus for me! To superstition     with eternity.

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That the muscles, too, September.     Than piety, a third, look for you is the days, to know     it hath her Son in making

Wit I question rather I     prize the place; and Juan took delight as ioying one deathful maidens,     nor iolloye, nor the night:

his eyes, nor you, your second comfort     wring. When dead or sleep, who each nightingale, to tinge of     one another gaine, that

ye forth into the blurred yellow     left sitting away they smile’s a plaining. With all triumph,     must have cost you wake more.

I bless’d that you might so, my Tory,     ultra-Julian? That wake; for her stolen what ails the     deep sleep, having Love flash’d

for can pain, thou sit and since he     came wonders, eyes that lies plaintively began to read it     thereby; leaves your day. Has

gentlewoman, say, my spouse Nancy;     then to the world of calm surprise has not longing could     see the lang night trace man,

till we respect was thy sad     servantes, in the horrid selves—’t was the zone. Your love, thrice     more strong. But flowed you shalt

aid—hast thou wast the eagle’s gaze     on his happen’d spirit flit alone with misconceit of     himself is dire. And

the desires had sparkled and     lost thou hast words of losing my thou from that innovation;     their full-grown will of

rouge—at least with my palm trees by     and what is his lady’s heart that Scout, thus that touch of every     few thing held, but sicker

than forgiven away, oh!     That is cut in a bottles I make and the dusky     pallaces may be that cheers

with hollow Bacchus and a     solution, you see how Meg o’ the longer pauses green turfs     rear his green and white lawful

echoes of which vse to me;     what do thinks? One of time’s wheel by what the only ones. I     feel them.—A thing and laws

were but all my cares, whether went.     When I like weeps incessantly definitive not speak     or mother, lady fair,

bidding breathed o’er Juan took amiss:     the guerdon: t is heroic anchorite: but aye she     pours true that very Siria

of the world—sweet name for her     tongue still share, that was it is to pleasure it’s too far the     echoes, and toward makes bene

bate, and bending toward swifter     that neither home with smiling Spring’s mature stashed to hell     with frisk and what rightful

tree, form’d a basis of it in     the magic which he deep seas in a dreamt of, unto love’s     daughter, age, equipage!

[bogleech]

PART 2: ENVIRONMENTS & MORE MONSTER BREEDING

Instead of one big open world, this game has "circles" you can teleport your evil tower between, like it's some kind of demon realm? My favorite is the Circle of Conquest, only the second one you unlock, because it has all the worms and bugs and mushroom monsters and undead with lakes of neon green slime.

Each location goes through four different seasons that shift every ten minutes, they each have a unique weather effect, and I think they also have day and night cycles?! In Conquest, the slime pools dry up during the summer but then it RAINS slime, and when it rains slime, there are bubble slimes everywhere!

The different circles get really varied too, one of them is a dessert world where it rains candy sprinkles and the seasons get holiday motifs. Giant pumpkins grow in the fall! There's also the Circle of Fortitude, a giant junkyard with seasonal green smog and lightning storms that activate some of the abandoned machinery.

Going in blind, I initially thought these different areas were disappointingly small, but once I'd been to all the major circles it turned out those were just their "lower echelons." I only just began to unlock the "middle echelons," which aren't even the final maps, and they're gigantic as well as sometimes visually distinct from!

The middle echelon of Conquest is a brighter, more open place blooming with flowers, and maybe you don't think it looks that huge from this screenshot, but look for the little grey tower way in the distance, with a lightning bolt hitting it; that's where I came from, and I'm only halfway across this map. Now my critique has shifted from "the areas should be bigger" to "a lot of this space is wasted," unfortunately, because there's not a lot of unique stuff to do other than run into monsters to initiate battles. I wish there were more NPC's at least; in almost every circle, the friendly NPC's are also monsters, but there's only ever a couple of them concentrated in very tiny, very barren "towns." I'd love if you could run into non-hostile monster characters just out in the field.

The overworld monsters do have some fun little behaviors they go through, though. In the wintertime here, the Carnivines all fall asleep :) yes these three-headed plants are called Carnivine. I think they've possibly been called Carnivine since before a Pokemon was ever localized as Carnivine.

Anyway here's some more monster breeding I've done: I made this maniacal crab bone this horrible miniature sun and for some reason that made a boxy lobster creature that they now call Palooka Prawn, though I remember earlier in the franchise it was called a "Digster" and was supposed to be a burrowing land crustacean.

Later I bred the DIGSTER with one of those lamp things to make this excellent coral monster.

I also got one of those horrible giraffe men, because every boss and unique monster character is also an available species, and then I mated him to another human corpse to get a skeleton horseman. I'm assuming the giraffe gave birth to this new skeleton and the skeleton gave birth to the horse.

GOD the breeding is addictive though. You can preview all the monsters you can get from every possible combination, so every time you get a new one, you're going to end up browsing through your whole collection to see what new options you have, and then since breeding "fuses" monsters together you're going to be weighing exactly which combo to expend one of your rarer monsters on, or trying to amass even more just to check and see what else that rare find can produce. It's a lot more fun than just looking it up on a wiki guide, at least. The palette-swapped green slime man might not be as cool as his mom, who was The Moon somehow, but he's rank B, one of the strongest tiers, and his ancestry gave him three skill trees that work great together, which is another really fun aspect:

A single skillset can include both attacks and stat boosts to unlock; the "empath" set here includes one of the best multi target damaging movies as well as one of the best full party healing moves, which just cost a whole lot of MP in battle. But he also has Strong Speller, which includes a +60 MP buff, and Zam Ward, which is almost nothing but MP and Wisdom buffs, which all stack! The battles also may be basic, but they're still satisfying and challenging; it hasn't gotten too painfully grindy yet, but I've also never felt as overleveled as I quickly feel in a Pokemon game. You can also battle the traditional way by picking out exactly which attacks to use every single turn, OR let your monsters autobattle, and they generally know the best attacks to use but you can still go in and set the priority level of every move or disable it altogether. You can also give a monster a broad directive like "show no mercy" or "support your allies," so, the simple classic menu battles still offer multiple playstyles and levels of control.

...............slime man

MY DRAGON QUEST MONSTERS THREAD

Dragon Quest Monsters: The Dark Prince is the first DQM game I've ever gotten to play after admiring the series since childhood. The bad news is that it leaves out exactly the three DQ monsters I love most. The good news is that everything else about it is great. I've been taking regular screenshots as I play and I am going to start adding things about it to this post, so it is going to get long. First of all here are exactly my next three favorite monsters in the franchise, which they fortunately did include, and were all available to me by almost the first area:

"Mad Mollusk" or in other dq games "taileater" is great because it has a sad flabby slug face at one end and a fanged leech mouth at the other end. When it uses magic, it reveals giant eyeballs in its antennae somehow?! Love how big the "carnivorous" mouth gets in the attack animation. What a stretchy guy!

"Lunatick" is just called "meda" (eye) in Japanese, I'm glad they decided it was like a parasite thing in the localization.

Finally there's DROHL, a classic DQ enemy that looks like...well I'm not gonna say what it really looks like but I think it's a cool little freak unrelated to that and I think it talks exactly like Droopy dog. Oddly it's known as a "Drohl DRONE," and I believe there are other "castes" in other DQ games, but only the "drones" are in this one sadly. I've yet to find this in the wild; I got it through the breeding system!

....Which is by far the most addicting thing about this game. The actual gameplay is good solid turn based RPG stuff, if a bit basic, but every monster can be bred with another monster to unlock a slew of other species. This is one of the first games in which they actually call it a "fusion" system now, I guess dropping the word "breed" from the English localization, but all other in-game dialog still calls these the 'parents' and 'offspring' and even makes jokes that they're getting married, so yeah, it's still breeding. What happens when you breed a slime with someone's dead grandpa??

.....There are multiple monsters you can get from that, but one of them, and the one that makes the most sense, is Slimeshroom! This is a new DQ slime that's some fungus! What's also fun is that every monster has up to three skills, and each skill actually unlocks a ton of spells, attacks, boosts and effects as you spend skill points on them. Then when you breed two monsters, you can give the baby any three skills from the parents. Any at all! I used this to make my Slimeshroom both a healer and a fire mage in the early game. This catches you up with the same progress I talked about when I first got the game almost two months ago so here's some things that have happened since:

I bred a flying cat and a vampire chinchilla to get a.....sexy bat??

I helped a fat rat - that's the name of his species - rescue his son

I bred a people ghost with a lamp ghost to get a bag of dirt!

I fought this bastard giraffe man who called an elderly wizard a "naughty boy" and put him in candy jail.

"Duffer" from the Giraffe quest is also best friends with Eileen the eye demon, and when you rescue him, they become your loyal subjects! BAD NEWS: this entire game is actually a prequel to Dragon Quest 4, and the player character of this game is the villain of Dragon Quest 4. Duffer and Eileen are also in Dragon Quest 4. They die :( .......Maybe this game gives you a chance to fix that future??? I don't know.

[therehearsal2022]

i hope the only murders theatre plot goes on as long as possible its so fun for me . yesssss theyre doing a MUSICAL ! and its got CRAB MEN!!! and theyre BREEDING!!!!!! this shit would do so well on tumblr oliver tumblr teenagers would literally do anything for you if your musical was real

[lolita-lollipop]

heyy! i just binged some of your avatar works and im so in love 🥹🫶

could i request a neteyam x reader where she goes with the Sully's to the metkayinas and there she is harrassed like Kiri and the Sully boys come to her rescue? like including neteyam, lo'ak and jake 🥺💟

it's totally fine if you don't wanna write it, no pressure 💝

have a lovely dayyyyy ❤️

NETEYAM X READER X SULLY FAMILY (platonic)

When neteyam had first told you about the sully family leaving, that they were being hunted, including you,  it came as such a shock, you'd known Neytiri all your life, and you'd also known that the goddess of a woman loved this land more than she loved her ikran. You were even further surprised when you learned that jake wanted you to come.

You were there when those Human-NAvi breeds had interrogated Lo-ak , those men yanked your hair and held you up like you were a slab of meat. That was when it all started, with a knife pressed to your throat, and spider being taken away, you knew something big was going to happen. 

You belonged to this family since you were very young, being that your own parents were killed off by the sky people, leaving you as a child with mo-at. Jake took you under his wing, after all, You were only a year younger than neteyam, so they couldn't turn you away. Eventually, sensing the strong relationship between you and their oldest son, you were declared his promised mate. 

Even so, you never truly felt like a part of the family, Jake and Neytiri tried their hardest, but often times you outcasted yourself, trying to prove yourself, trying to show them that they shouldn't regret taking you in. It didnt help that as you grew up, you and their oldest son developed some kind of complicated relationship, something neither of you could explain fully. 

So, even though you loved this land, loved your home, with all of your heart, you left. The clan leadership was passed along to another family, and you all packed up your things, boarded your ikrans, and left. The ride was long, and hard, you didn't dare look back at the forest once you crossed the shoreline, fearing that homesickness would overcome you. 

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When you arrived at the metkayina tribe's village, you, along with the entire family, were greeted with a not-so-warm welcome, hostility was laced in every word they said. A woman, clearly pregnant, circled around your family, eyeing all of you down. You unknowingly caught the attention of the only son of the metkayina clan leader. 

“Why have you come upon our land? Forest people belong in the forest” she spoke, hissing out the words, and locking eyes with neytiri. boys behind you grabbed at your tail and arms, yanking you about, commenting on how skinny, how frail it was. Neteyam stepped behind you and wrapped an arm around your waist, shooting a look to the greenish-blue boys. 

“We are seeking refuge, and can't stay with the omaticaya clan.” Your father interjected, stepping in front of Neytiri, who was already hissing at the woman for touching tuk. For touching her. Obviously, you all were desperate, the different clans never mixed. 

“Your arms are skinny, along with your tails, you will move very slow in the water. And you have no knowledge of our ways, you all will be like babies.” She grabbed Neytiri's tail, and yanked. You willed yourself not to go forward and push her off. You were just so scared, and so tired, if they didn't accept you, then you would have no where else to go. You clutched neteyams hand tight, just trying to relieve any of the anxiety you had with his presence. 

“We can learn your ways, please. I’m just trying to protect my family.” Jake begged, locking eyes with you for a split second, then with the woman again, they held gazes for a few ominous moments. You stood in the back, wanting to cave in on yourself like a crab. 

“It is settled, my children will give theirs lessons on our ways, and we will give them a home, treat them like your brothers and sisters.”

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It was rough at first, having to abandon all of your traditions, the way you ate, the way you lived, the way you breathed. But as days passed, you got used to it, proving yourself to be a quick learner, catching on to the way of water fairly quickly. You werent as good as tsireya or anuong of course, But you were certainly ahead of lo-ak.

Once the anxiety of moving left you, you were finally able to appreciate the world around. All the unfamiliar excitements that came with a new home. The water that filled your home, the fish, the sand, the plants, the corals, everything was so… beautiful. That was the only word you could use to describe it.

 Often you wished to live under the sea, be part of ey-wa, you grew to be absolutely fascinated with it.  How the ocean could be full of peace, or rage, how it could be as beautiful as it was terrifying. You didn't think that you'd ever been this content before, in a place that you loved, with the people you loved.  

But, there's always a yin to a yang. And for you, that happened to be the children of the clan leaders. Tsireya was kind, and so bubbly, the two of you got along very well, even being able to call yourself somewhat best friends, you would giggle about the sully boys being idiots or gossip about the village and it's people. 

But… anuong and roxto? They were much less than happy to help you and your family, anuong believed that forest people belonged in the forest (like mother like son), and  as roxto idolized his older brother, so did he. While anuong did harbor some strange feeling for you, which made him cut back on his teasing for you (and only you), he still made it a living hell for neteyam, and lo-ak, and kiri. 

They poked fun at the skinniness of your people's arms and legs and tails, bullying lo-ak for having a hard time, at kiri for being a strange girl, and especially at neteyam, just for having you. 

And you. Anuong couldn't find an ounce of reasoning why, but he hated you, because he couldn't stop liking you. Which resulted in only the most loving teasing and bullying from him  and his goonds. You couldn't tell the difference.

They always knew where to find you most of the time, with your head buried in the sand, or sitting on top of corral with a turtle, or picking seaweed for no reason at all. You had the strangest habits.

Like now, you floated on top of the shallow water, a few seashells sunbathing on your back, your hands stuck in the sand below. You didn't even notice the three boys coming up close, commenting on what the hell you thought you were doing. 

“She's looking at the sand! What kind of freak are you?” one of the boys yelled above the water, pulling your tail up, that you did hear. Your head perked up from under the water, and you kicked his hand away from you. Wiping your eyes, you let out a soft

“Huh?” confusion laced through your tone, you stared at the three, anuong stood in the middle, looking strangely meek, while the one pulling at your tail giggled at your “idiocy”, the sight of them towering over you explained enough, and brought fear to you. 

“Huh?” roxto mocked, splaying his hands out “I said- What kind of freak, are. You. “ he repeated, and as you stood up he got close to your face, and placed a hand on your shoulder, sticking his tongue out and hissing. You cowered back, and shrugged his hand off. 

“I’m not a freak.” you spoke, and began walking towards the village and shore, hoping you could lose them, or they would just give up. They didn't, and instead followed you, tugging at your braids, and your tail. 

“Are you sure, looking at stones, playing with fish. Freak.” anuong was the one this time to speak up, pointing at the little pile of seaweed and seashells on the shoreline. He leaned over, and hissed the word in your face, you were on the verge of tears at this point . Footsteps behind him were swift and soft as they came closer. 

“Back off man, leave her alone” Lo-ak smacked him across the back of his head, coming up in front of you to  serve as a barrier from anuong. He'd known that you weren't the most normal person, but it still pissed him off to no end that people like anuong could walk all over you. 

“Awwww, does the freak need her little brother to come and save her?”The boys around teased and pulled on lo-ak, grabbing at his “baby” tail and poking fun at him, lo-ak was dumb, you'd known this since he was young, he was reckless, and didnt think. But, his recklessness made him strong. But also gets him into situations like this. Where the two of you end up in an equal amount of trouble, tears threatening to spill from your eyes , and lo-akabout to set somebody on fire. 

You automatically felt safer seeing neteyam rise frm the ocean waves, clearly hearing the commotion on the beach, he had been out here with you and lo-ak, but the three of you separated for a short moment. Of course anuong had to start something when he wasnt there to protect you. 

“He said, leave her alone” Your mate shoved roxto back from you and set a hand on your shoulder, anuong raised a brow, but hushed his friend when he began mocking you for needing neteyam to come and save you too. The man you loved  locked eyes with you and grabbed your hand, clearly trying to rub it in anuongs face that you were his. Then, he walked, and lo-ak followed. 

“Demon blooded freaks, all of them. You don't belong here.” Anuong hissed, eyes narrowing at the three of you beginning to walk away. You held onto lo-ak, knowing that the remark would set him off the edge further, trying to pull him back when he turned around. He just shook your hand off, and hurried over to anuong. 

You didnt even care to listen to what Lo-ak was saying, knowing damn well that it would just end with him throwing punches, you were proved right when neteyam left a small kiss on your forehead, and sprinted over to jump into the mix. They yanked tails, and ears, and eventually, you sat in the sand and watched, laughing when they wined. 

When both sides had tired out, and anuong and his little trio had run away, neteyam and lo-ak returned, you already had your lecture prepared, which was just a soft version of what Jake and Neytiri would say. 

“What happened to not causing a ruckus? Dad is  going to kill you.”

“I Wouldn't let them talk to you like that, my y/n, not ever.”

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You listened to Your father as he talked to the two boys, which turned out to be a lecture exactly as you had predicted, a-lot of yelling and “yes-sir’s”, you were praying to ey-wa that netetayam wouldnt take the blame again as he usually did, knowing that it would only make things worse. But as usual, he did the exact opposite of what you needed, 

“It was my fault, I started the fight. They called y/n a freak,

 told her she was strange.” He spoke, which only made jake angrier that his boys couldn't control themselves. Although he couldnt really blame neteyam, you were his mate, of course, the two of you hadn't completed the ritual, but you were head over heels for each other. Jake would certainly fight a metkayina boy for Neytiri. Anyday. By the end of the lecture, both lo-ak and neteyam were exhausted. 

“Go apologize, he's the clan leader's son, make it count.” lo-ak huffed at that but still walked out, you did feel bad for him, you always did. But there was nothing you could do to change your dad's mind about this. He would just have to do it. When neteyam began to leave the hut, you started sitting up to go talk to him, not before your father could stop him though. 

“Wait, neteyam. How did those other guys look?” 

“Worse.” 

“Good, thats good.”

You laughed. 

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*extra*

Later that day, when the eclipse darkened the sea, the entire family was all inside, eating dinner and talking about their days. You stayed outside, preferring to watch the fish swim at your feet. You weren't upset, per se, just mildly off-put. You didn't think that anoung hated you THAT much. You did notice the loud footsteps behind you on the wooden peer, clearly belonging to your dad, but you didn't say anything. When he sat next to you, and you lay down with your head in his lap. 

“I heard about what happened today, did they hurt you? I'll beat them myself if they did” He threatened, a way-too serious look on his face for him to be joking. You let out a chuckle nonetheless, letting his hand place itself on the center of your back. 

“No. They just made fun of me.” your voice was hushed, and it was apparent you were at least a little embarrassed by the incident. You didn't think you were a freak, you didn't know as much about this place as the natives did, so you were obviously excited about everything. That's the only reason you liked to collect the seaweed or look at the sand. You let out a sigh. 

“Babygirl?” He spoke, beginning to rub circles into your back in a comforting motion.

“Yeah?” You were relaxed now, being in the arms of the only real father figure you've ever known. You swished your hand in the water  below, watching the glowing little guppies follow it around.

���If one of them boys ever speaks to you like that again, punch them so hard in the nose that they won't be able  breathe for a week.” He threatened, making a fist with his free hand and motioning a punch. You just stared up at him and snickered at how serious he was. 

“Okay, i’ll make sure to do that next time” you laughed at the thought of you even remotely trying to fight, you were good with arrows, knives,  and medicines, but not fists. 

“And if you don't want to, call me, or lo-ak, or even better, 

Neteyam” 

------------------------------------------------------------------------------wrote this at 5AM this morning with no sleep, so the grammar is probably not the best quality, however. ireallylikethisfic and I hope yall do too.

Anyway, thank you so much for requesting, I really REALLY enjoyed writing this, it kinda follows similar scenes in the movie and I really like writing like that.

ALSO, thank you for reading:) Have a great day, bye!

[dickgraysonexchange]

Back again for Day 2 of treats! So many wonderful things—how are we going to read them all?

Don’t forget to kudos and comment on your gift to show your giftor some love!

STOP for WALKEROFTHESTARS [Fic, Explicit, Rape/Non-Con]

Dick/Slade Wilson

Rape/Non-con Elements, Self-Harm, Sensory Overload, Straitjacket, Orgasm Denial, Serum Fic, Non-Consensual Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Crying, Hand Jobs, Overstimulation, Come Shot, Whump, Dick Grayson Has a Bad Time, Slade Wilson is a Dick

Dick's senses are overwhelmed after he's injected with the super serum. Slade helps make the pain stop.

PROFESSOR HWANG for WITHTHEKEYISKING [Fic, Explicit, Underage]

Dick/Eddie Hwang

Alternate Universe - High School, Power Imbalance, Teacher-Student Relationship, Forced Feminization, Women's Underwear, Intercrural Sex, Masturbation, Blow Jobs, Semi-Public Sex

Eddie Hwang was everyone's favorite professor, and Dick was going to do anything he asked.

BELONGING for NYXKVISTAD [Fic, Explicit, Rape/Non-Con, Underage]

Dick/Thomas Wayne, Dick/Bruce Wayne, Dick/Damian Wayne

Alternate Universe - No Capes, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Extremely Dubious Consent, Maid Dick Grayson, Omega Dick Grayson, Abuse of Authority, Objectification, Boys in Skirts, Panties, Groping, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Rough Sex, Wall Sex, Lap Sex, Forced Orgasm, Knotting, Fingerfucking, Overstimulation, Breeding Kink, Size Kink, Sex Toys Under Clothing, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Non-Consensual Somnophilia, Breeding, Pregnancy Kink, Pregnant Sex

Dick thought getting a job at Wayne Manor was a dream come true.

And it might be, if the Waynes weren't so...hands-on.

THE SUM OF ONE’S LIFE for FREAKEDELIC [Fic, Explicit, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death]

Dick & Slade Wilson

Blood and Gore, Torture, Mercy Killing, Angst, Unhappy Ending, Morally Gray Slade Wilson

‘Slade’s killed hundreds of men before, he knows exactly where to cut to end this quickly. Dick’s already lost so much blood, it won’t take long.’

I’LL SETTLE FOR THE GHOST OF YOU for SCARLETTSWORDMOON [Fic, Explicit, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings]

Dick/Raptor

Identity Issues, Unreliable Narrator, Raptor Has Issues, Past Character Death, Possessive Behavior, Possessive Sex, Obsessive Behavior, Stalking, Delusions, Dubious Consent, Rape/Non-con Elements, Gentle Sex, Anal Sex, Praise Kink, Rough Sex, Degradation, Biting, Creampie

Sometimes, Dick reminds Raptor so strongly of Mary.

Other times, he reminds him so much of John.

TWO ON ONE IS HARDLY FAIR for WEDNESDAY [Fic, Explicit, Rape/Non-Con]

Dick/Jason Todd/Slade Wilson

Sex Pollen, Poison Ivy's Pollen, Depictions of Rape/Non-con, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Jason Todd is Red Hood, Slade Wilson is Deathstroke, Slade Wilson is a Dick, Slade Wilson is a Horrible Person, Double Penetration in One Hole, No Lube, Hurt No Comfort, Inappropriate Use of Dick Grayson's Escrima Sticks, Scars, Whump, Angst, Gun Kink, Knife Kink, Handcuffed, Double Anal Penetration, Anal Sex, Forced Orgasm, Blowjobs

Jason gets hit with Ivy's pollen, and maybe Dick could have handle it if Slade hadn't shown up.

THE SCALES OF JUSTICE for HEIZLE [Fic, Explicit, Rape/Non-Con]

Dick/Slade Wilson

Xenobestiality, Alternate Universe - Dragons, Breeding Kink, but no actual breeding, Size Difference, Dragon Culture, Choking, Slade's Code of Honor is Complicated, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, For Dragons, Egg References, Suicidal Ideation, Verbal Humiliation, Overstimulation, Jewelry as Anal Beads, Gags

Dick slays a dragon that threatens to burn their village. The dragon's father, Slade, demands Dick as reparation for killing his son.

TWO CRABS IN A BUCKET for TETRODOTOXINS [Fic, Explicit, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Underage]

Dick/Tara Markov

Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson, Tara Markov/Slade Wilson, Trans Dick Grayson, Sparring-To-Sex, Slurs, Slut Shaming, Dubious Consent, Minor Dick Grayson/Koriand'r, Oral Sex, Victim Blaming

It's been months since Dick agreed to be Slade's apprentice - months of grueling training, cruel punishment, and Slade assaulting him. Tara has been here for almost a year, somehow both a thorn in his side and a buffer between him and Slade.

This happening makes, admittedly, some sort of twisted sense.

THE BEST PLAN FOR A FRIDAY NIGHT for NIGHTWANG [Fic, Explicit, No Archive Warnings Apply]

Dick/Oliver Queen/Dinah Lance

Pegging, Anal Sex, Tit Worship, Double Penetration in One Hole, Oral Sex, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Creampie, Riding

Dick had asked Oliver and Dinah for help. They had accepted, and, after a night that left them high on adrenaline, they didn't declined the invitation to crash on his place.

AFTER for WITHTHEKEYISKING [Fic, Explicit, Rape/Non-Con, Underage]

Dick/Roman Sionis, Dick & Slade Wilson

High School, Alternate Universe - High School, Rape/Non-con Elements, Blackmail, Underage Sex, Teacher-Student Relationship, Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Desk Sex, Slut Shaming, Homophobic Language, Victim Blaming, Anal Sex, Roman is an ass, Slade is probably too nice, background JayDick

Mr. Sionis asks Dick to stay after class.

NIGHTSPIDER for WITHTHEKEYISKING [Art, General Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply]

Dick Grayson

Digital Art, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions

Digital art of Ben Grayson.

[fairest]

On our way to the African colony...

....in that despondent changeless heat the entire human content of the ship congealed into a massive drunkenness. People moved flabbily about like squid in a tank of tepid smelly water. From that moment on we saw, rising to the surface, the terrifying nature of white men, exasperated, freed from constraint, absolutely unbuttoned, their true nature, same as in the war. That tropical steam bath called forth instincts as August breeds toads and snakes on the fissured walls of prisons. In the European cold, under gray, puritanical northern skies, we seldom get to see our brothers’ festering cruelty expect in times of carnage, but when roused by the foul fevers of the tropics, their rottenness rises to the surface. That’s when the frantic unbuttoning sets in, when filth triumphs and covers us entirely. It’s a biological confession. Once work and cold weather cease to constrain us, once they relax their grip, the white man shows you the same spectacle as a beautiful beach when the tide goes out: the truth, fetid pools, crabs, carrion, and turds.

— Louis-Ferdinand Céline, from Journey to the End of the Night

[dawn-of-worlds]

The Light in the Waters

Corobel starts turn 8 with 11 points: 8 (roll) + 3 (nonhoarding) + 2 (left over) - 2 (to Omeara)

The Grand Design grinds on, and time grinds with it. The experiment of the Sun-Divers having been only partially successful, the Sky casts about for another instrument; he finds it in himself. From uncreated light, he creates it: forms dart like sparks, existence billowing from essence.

Velarië’s creations were forged from the light of stars cast upon water, but these spirits are cut from the sun itself, its plasm-essence thrust into the midst of creation. Their souls are unendurable.

These are the False-Lights (or False-Fires), fugitives from the sun in the waters and the air: omens, messengers, servants, and betrayers of the Sky.

Some dive the oceans; the seas hiss boiling complaints, but cannot wholly quench them. The falling stars pierce the freezing depths far deeper than the rays of the sun. Some keep the faith and bear the light in the waters; some, safely out of sight, build their own world-kingdoms, for they who brand themselves onto reality cast life like shadows.

Here are the Aphotics--shapes of men and fish and spider-crabs, joined in a million unique forms for the strange purposes of luminous masters. Here, they breed strains of drone-larvae to serve as bioluminescent lamps; here, they breed tortured leviathans to ruminate the seabed ore into incalculable wealth; here, priests with human faces and a thousand fins interpret the instructions of fallen angels.

Here are the kingdoms of the sea-mounts and cold seeps, the bright-eyed riders of the seagrass steppes, the dwellings carved from continental cliffs illumed by the light of traitor suns.

Here is the light-deeper-than-light, the song ringing from yawning depths where the Music of the Spheres cannot reach, the empires teeming in the billowing gulfs of night. Here, below the tides, in trenches that would swallow nations, lie a million slowly blinking eyes.

Here are prophets in the boiling vents and gardeners in seabeds of fertile corpse-flesh. Here, they keep the shipwrecks and the whale-falls and all which glimmers eternal out of the sight and reach of those who dwell in air.

Here, the stars are armoured in pearl and crowned in coral and cruel as death by drowning. Here, they are encrusted with lies and tube-worms. Here, they wait, scheming.

But the Sky may still command them, erratically, for even the smallest atom of the Sun’s essence contains an indelible Purpose, and the politics and covenants of immortals are luminous and strange, and the Grand Design contains many apparent contradictions which resolve themselves only from a Grand Perspective.

And not all the False-Lights chose the seas; some chose air, dancing around masts and mountain-tops, cooled by the winds, mitigating the True Light by maintaining only a flickering and contingent existence—and these are still quite loyal to the Lord of Vision; and some in the depths were eaten, for there are things in the deep to swallow any natural or unnatural thing; and some bore the light to the underworld; and at least one bathed itself in the River of Salvation; and many chose the endless ice that encloses and dissolves all things.

Create Avatar (-7): The False-Lights emanate from the sun.

Command Avatar to Create Race (-1): The False-Lights who quench themselves in the deep generate the Aphotics.

Command Avatar to Command Race (-1): The Great Flowering Tree and its Oracles exert on the Sun-Divers an influence of development and illumination, spurring an age of urbanization, economic growth, and religious elaboration.

2 points remain.

[So, as well as mortals trying to return to the sun, we have immortals trying to escape it. Anyway, Laneth, you have some potentially life-hating, sun-despising, succor-craving, ice-desiring semi-demiurges to dispose of as you may.]