#But I think it would be very different when 1) the grief was still fresh and raw and 2) feanor was there visibly benefiting

[dalishious]

Veilguard Companion First Impressions

So, I’ve finally recruited all the companions for the Veilguard! And as such, I thought I’d share my initial thoughts on them each.

Please keep in mind that as the title says, these are just my first impressions. I am nowhere near finishing the game yet. My thoughts very well may change after getting to know the characters more as the story progresses. Also, please do not take any opinions you do not share as a personal attack against you.

Bellara

Bellara might be my #1 favourite.

I’ve seen some people just say Bellara is “a Merrill rip-off” but I don’t think that’s fair at all. If all it took was a few similarities to say a character is a rip-off of another character, than I can think of so many boring white cishet male characters who would be guilty of that. But heaven forbid we get more than one elven woman who is passionate about her people’s culture and history!

Frankly, I think Bellara is a breath of fresh air in terms of Dalish characters specifically. Finally, a Dalish elf who isn’t punished for being proudly Dalish by the narrative.

I also really appreciate that so much of her can be easily understood by her backstory, too. Like, her feelings of never being good enough is reflective of the very realistic grief she is experiencing.

Lucanis

If Bellara isn’t my #1 favourite, then Lucanis is. They really both dominate that spot neck in neck. I can’t decide if I want to put him in a jar and shake it to see what happens, or wrap him up tight in a quilt and give him some good coffee.

I’m just a sucker for Lucanis’s character archetype, is the thing. I love taking him out simply because he’s so much fun to have around. And in terms of companion arcs, his is the one I am most intrigued to see where it goes.

Taash

(While I haven’t personally gotten to Taash’s non-binary plot yet, I am aware Taash switches to they/them pronouns, so that’s what I’ll be using.)

The moment I met Taash felt my heart skip a beat. The only thing hotter than their appearance is their voice. I know BioWare probably left Taash out of a lot of the advertising because they wanted to keep Taash’s gender stuff a surprise, but oh my god, because of this I was taken by quite the surprise. And so far Taash seems to be the type to keep a hard outer shell to protect a much softer side, and that is yet another character archetype I really love.

Davrin

My initial gripe about Davrin’s writing being so exclusively about Assan rather than Davrin himself is slowly peeling away, I hope. While I still think its bullshit that you can welcome Assan into the Veilgaurd but not Davrin, at least I’ve finally gotten a few bits of dialogue to get to know more about him finally. I just want to keep this momentum! Because Davrin as a concept has so much potential, in my opinion, and what little bits I have gotten from him have captivated me. But I can’t tell yet if it’s intentionally part of his character that maybe he’s just a closed off person who takes a while to trust others, (a little like Taash?) Or if the writer just cared more about griffons than the actual guy. I’m really, really holding out hope for the former.

Emmrich

Emmrich is so much more charming than I expected, and I found him instantly endearing the moment we met him. I also really like that we’re finally hearing some different stances and insight on death and necromancy than we ever had before from a companion! It makes him feel so fresh and completely new!

Harding

I’ll be real with you: I was not anticipating caring about Harding so much. She was who I was originally least interested in, when the companion line-up was announced. But the direction they’re taking her in has me questioning so much about bigger lore questions.

Unfortunately, I still don’t see much in her except being a vessel for those bigger lore questions, though. Like, Harding as a person has me mildly curious at best.

Neve

I’m really sorry Neve fans, but I just find her really boring so far, in comparison to everyone else. She doesn’t have a lot going on, and what she does have going on, doesn’t really captivate me much. Maybe I was just hoping she’d have stronger stances on things than she does? I don’t know.

It could be that I just really fucked up with Neve, and it won’t be until another playthrough that I’ll get to experience more that will change my mind. Because I will admit I am very good at picking choices she disapproves of, with my first Rook.

[shrikeseams]

Once again considering the au where Miriel darts out of Mandos the instant Finwe bites it, and appears unheralded in Tirion like Eru swung a metaphorical two-by-four at the back of Feanor's head right before he's about to proclaim the Oath.

[rosyblooom]

blooming season🌷 (1) | ln4

"grief is just love with no place to go”

PAIRING: lando norris x fem nepo!reader WORD COUNT: 2.6k WARNING(S): mentions of death & blood, swearing SUMMARY: four years after she fled monaco, y/n is back on the anniversary of her father's death. however, an unexpected encounter with an f1 driver disrupts her plans. A/N: my first time doing this, so probably has errors. if you've got any thoughts or requests pls let me know xoxo hope u enjoy! :)

part 1 <- | part 2

The scent of salt still lingers in the air, but now it feels different, not as welcoming as it used to be. It's a painful reminder of days gone by, days filled with joy and warmth that now seem distant and unattainable. No matter how hard you try, you can't shake off the memories, replaying them in your mind like a scratched vinyl record that refuses to play properly.

Today marks four years since your father's passing, and four years since you left Monaco. You were just eighteen then, fresh out of high school, when the news of your father's tragic car accident hit you like a ton of bricks. In a desperate attempt to escape the overwhelming sorrow, you packed your bags that very night and left before the weight of it all drowned you.

You couldn't bring yourself to attend your father's funeral, clinging to the hope that maybe, just maybe, it wasn't real. But deep down, you knew the truth—your father was gone, and nothing could change that. Even as you threw yourself into your studies, pursuing a nursing degree, the pain never truly went away.

And now, here you are, sitting alone on this deserted stretch of beach, watching the waves crash against the shore in a steady rhythm.

This spot holds a special place in your heart, known only to a handful of locals—a fact you couldn't be more grateful for. Here, away from the watchful eyes of tourist crowds, you find solace as you simply listen to the earth rotate.

You exhale slowly, leaning forward to brush the sand from your palms before reaching into your bag for the bottle of red wine nestled inside. It takes a bit of effort to uncork it completely, but the satisfying pop is worth the wait. With careful precision, you fill a wine glass to the brim with the rich, maroon liquid—something to take the edge off.

"Welcome back, Y/N," you whisper to yourself, lifting the glass in a silent salute. "Thank you, thank you. I can't imagine anything worse."

A bitter chuckle escapes your lips, a stark contrast to your usual composed demeanour. It's been 1,460 days, yet it feels like your world only just came crashing yesterday.

Needing calm now, you take a sip of the wine, savouring its sweetness, when the sound of approaching footsteps catches your attention, pulling you back to the present moment.

"Seriously?" you think to yourself, feeling your heart plummet like a stone sinking into deep waters. You took every precaution to keep your return under wraps—after all, you paid good money for that privilege.

Arriving just last night, you made it a point to rise at the crack of dawn, a time before the world awoke; a time when it's just you and no one else. You couldn't bear the idea of facing the prying eyes that would surely accompany the day ahead. For once, you didn't want to be known as the daughter of one of Monaco's wealthiest families; you simply wanted to be yourself, stripped of titles and expectations—a daughter mourning her father.

Feeling like a trapped animal, you become acutely aware of every sound and movement, your gaze locked on the figure approaching.

A man.

His brown curls bounce with each step until he comes to an abrupt stop just a few feet away from you.

With a small wave and a nod, he greets you with a simple "Hey."

It takes a moment for you to register that the greeting is directed at you, causing you to tear your gaze away without a response. Your eyes flit between the gentle ripples of the sea and the man settling down uncomfortably close, prompting an annoyed grunt to escape your lips.

“Fuck spatial awareness, huh…,” you mutter under your breath, though not quiet enough to evade his notice. He slips off his black headphones, eyebrows raised in curiosity. "Sorry, what?"

You clear your throat, then sit up straight and gesture expansively. "All this space, and you have to sit right next to me?”

He smiles.

Your gaze narrows.

"But I'm not right next to you," he retorts with a playful grin. "You're all the way over there." He points towards you and then at himself. "And I'm right here."

"Well, it's still too close," you snap.

"Sorry, did you buy this beach or something?" he counters, his grin widening. "Last time I checked, it's open to all members of—."

Growing increasingly frustrated, you interject, "No, I didn't buy anything. I just want some personal space. But clearly, that's lost on you."

With a scoff, you spring to your feet, snatching up your towel and cramming it into your bag, sand and all.

"Wait, you don't have to leave," he insists, his footsteps drawing closer. But you pay him no mind, tossing your phone into your bag and hastily gathering the rest of your belongings from the ground.

Once everything is crammed into your bag, you snatch up your half-empty glass of wine and stand upright, only to feel a foreign warmth enveloping your hand and glass. The man now stands directly in front of you, invading your personal space completely; you have to tilt your head back slightly to meet his piercing green gaze.

"Look, I'm sorry if I did something wrong, but—" he begins, but you cut him off sharply.

"Way too close now," you snap, attempting to pull your hand away, but he refuses to release his grip.

"You do realise I'm trying to apologise, right?" he asks, confusion evident in his eyes.

"I don't care."

His grip remains firm. "There's plenty of space for both of us here."

"It doesn't matter anymore," you respond, your patience wearing thin.

The struggle continues, your voice growing louder with each tug. "Let go of the fucking glass!"

Suddenly, a sharp yell pierces the air, followed by the hollow thuds of broken glass hitting the ground. Shock washes over you as you barely register the sticky liquid trickling down your hand and onto your toes.

"Ah, shit," he exclaims, snapping you out of your daze. You quickly assess the situation, noticing the shattered remnants of the wine glass scattered on the ground, staining the sand crimson.

Panic sets in as you frantically check your hand and feet for any injuries, your eyes wide with fear. After several anxious moments, you breathe a sigh of relief.

I'm okay.

The tranquillity is abruptly shattered by deep groans echoing through the air, drawing your attention to the man's slumped figure with his back turned to you. His face remains hidden from view.

Though he's clearly in pain, you're tempted to slip on your shoes and make a hasty escape. Today is already burdened with its own weight; you're not sure you can handle any more. You even take a step back, ready to flee, but then something stops you.

A pang of guilt washes over you, weighing you down like heavy bags strapped to your legs. With a heavy sigh, you reluctantly admit to yourself, "I can't believe I'm about to do this."

"Okay, fine. How about you put on your big boy boots and let me take a look at that?" you say, crossing your arms expectantly.

There's no reaction from him, not even a response.

Rolling your eyes, you drop your bag onto the sand and cautiously circle around him until you're face-to-face with his unruly brown curls.

"Hello?" you tap his shoulder, frustration creeping into your voice. "Earth to the stranger who doesn't understand personal space?"

"Seriously?" he retorts, his tone sharp.

His eyes meet yours as he straightens up, his expression guarded, but you simply shrug, maintaining a neutral demeanour, and extend your hand.

"Let me see," you say calmly.

For a moment, he simply stares at you in bewilderment, but then he tentatively extends his hand towards yours.

"I see," you breathe, examining the large cut in his palm with care, mindful not to dirty it with your fingers. Despite the blood seeping from the wound, you release a relieved sigh after a thorough inspection—it's not as deep as it initially appeared.

"Alright," you announce, dropping his hand and clapping your hands together. "Go home, make sure nothing touches that hand, clean the cut, and bandage it. Keep it dry for a couple of days, and then reassess."

Without waiting for a response, you turn towards your bag, sling it over your shoulder, and shoot him one final glance.

"This has been... unpleasant," you remark dryly. "I really hope our paths don't cross again. Goodbye."

"Wait!"

You shake your head and ignore him, determined to continue onward.

"Wait!" he calls out again, desperation evident in his tone. "I don't have any bandages!"

You stop walking, considering his words, but still don't turn around.

"And... I don't have any sanitising stuff either," he adds, his voice trailing off slightly.

Slowly, you turn around and wave your hands dismissively in the air, shouting back, "That's what supermarkets are for! I guess it's time for a shopping trip!"

Just as you're about to spin on your heel and leave again, his voice cuts through the distance.

"Look, you seem like you know what you're doing. Can't you just help me out here?"

Shielding your eyes from the harsh glare of the sun, you squint at him as he begins jogging toward you. "That advice," you shout back, "was me helping you out. Trust me, I wanted to leave way earlier."

For a moment, neither of you speaks as you watch him closing the distance between you. When he finally comes to a halt in front of you, you instinctively take two steps back—you need your personal space.

"So?" he says between pants, waiting for your response.

You furrow your brows, deep in thought. "Well, I don't have anything on me, sorry to disappoint. But like I said, there are shops around here."

You resume your walk, but to your dismay, the guy falls into step with you almost immediately.

"So, what? You have nothing at home?" he presses, his gaze burning into the side of your face.

Refusing to meet his eyes, you increase your speed.

"Right, because I'm just going to invite a stranger," you emphasise, "who I didn't want to be around in the first place, into my home."

His hand suddenly grips your arm, causing you to instinctively rip out of his grasp, both of you coming to an abrupt halt.

"What?" you bark, irritation seeping into your tone.

"You can google me," he offers, his voice calmer now. "Lando Norris, Formula One driver. Search my name up. You'll see pictures—every single detail about me, you'll probably find on the internet. Now I'm not a stranger anymore, right?" he suggests, his gaze pleading.

You remain silent, shifting your focus toward the calm waters as you breathe in and out. It feels as though the world has paused, waiting for you to come to a decision, to reach a conclusion.

Today, the anniversary of your father's death, is a day you've been dreading yet anticipating for so long. Its disruption unsettles you, but deep down, you know you can't simply ignore it. As much as you wish to skip over this chapter of your life, tear out its pages, and never look back, you can't. It's not healthy.

Still, that doesn't mean you can't delay it for a little while longer.

"Fine," you sigh, relenting to the situation, and begin rummaging through your bag until you locate your phone.

Quickly, you extract it and raise it to Lando's face, snapping a photo of him with the flash on.

"What the hell?" he exclaims, blinking rapidly.

"For my protection," you state matter-of-factly. "Just because you're famous doesn't mean you can't be a bad person."

Once his gaze meets yours again, he runs a hand through his hair and offers a sheepish smile. "Fair enough."

You nod, acknowledging his words, and continue your walk toward the car park.

"I'm not a bad person, though," he adds quickly, catching up to you.

"Colour me convinced," you reply dryly.

*********

As you approach the car park, annoyance bubbles within you at the sight of it: filled with cars and swarmed by dozens of people.

"You said you're a Formula One driver, right?" you ask, tilting your head up at Lando.

"Yeah, why?" he responds.

Instead of answering, you grab the hood of his jacket and pull it over his head.

"Why did you do that—" Lando begins, but you cut him off.

"The last thing I need is a mob of your fans, okay?" you interject firmly. "The quicker we get this done, the sooner we can go our separate ways."

Lando chuckles as he adjusts the hood. "I'm really that bad, huh?"

"Worse," you deadpan.

"...Right."

With your raven car in sight, you quicken your pace, relief flooding through you. The last thing you want is for people to realise you're back, especially not today.

However, as if your luck has run out, a woman steps in front of you, blocking your path. You immediately turn your focus to Lando, motioning for him to take a picture with his fan and hurry up.

But instead of the attention falling on him, a weight suddenly falls onto your shoulder, catching you off guard. You clear your throat, preparing to speak, but the woman beats you to it.

"Oh my goodness, Y/N. It's you, isn't it?" the woman exclaims, her voice filled with recognition and sympathy.

You can't reply; your mouth feels dry, your tongue heavy with unspoken words.

No, not today. Please, not today.

"I'm so sorry for your loss, Y/N," she continues, her expression radiating pity. It's uncomfortable—the way she looks at you, the way she touches your shoulder so gently. It feels like you're being burned alive, yet you're immobilised, just as you were four years ago when you first heard the news.

"Your father was such an amazing man. And you, I mean, you've been missed. My daughter loves you—"

Suddenly, you're being pulled forward, jolting you out of your trance. You struggle to keep your balance as you try to comprehend what's happening—the woman is gone, and Lando's hand is firmly clasped around yours, pulling you closer to him.

Your personal space has been completely invaded, yet you don't feel the usual urge to pull away. Even if you did, you're not quite sure Lando would let you.

"Your car's the black one, right?" you hear him ask, but the words don't immediately register.

"Huh?" you mumble, still reeling from the encounter.

"That black car over there," Lando points and leans in close, his gaze locked with yours, "that's yours, right?"

You nod, still not quite ready to speak.

Lando releases your hand and holds out his palm to you. "Okay, car keys, please?"

"What? No," you shake your head, rejecting the idea. "There's no need for that."

"Come on, I'm a Formula One driver, remember? I won't crash it."

"It would be irresponsible of me to let you drive in this state," he adds, his voice firm.

"And what about your hand?" you nod toward the injury.

"Like I said," Lando smiles slyly, cocking his head to the side, "I drive race cars; I think I can handle driving with one hand."

Rolling your eyes, you relent, "Okay, fine."

With a sigh, you fish out the car keys from your bag and hand them over to him.

4:05 ───────────ㅇ─ 4:28

[psink]

Translation of the interview with Kamiya Hiroshi (Kusuo's VA) and Nojima Kenji (Kuusuke's VA)

The TV anime "The Disastrous Life of Saiki K: The Final Chapter" will air as a year-end special program on the TV Tokyo network on (friday) December 28th from 7:35 to 8:30.

The January issue of PASH!, which is now on sale, features an interview with Kamiya Hiroshi-san, the voice actor of Saiki Kusuo, and Nojima Kenji-san, the voice actor of Kuusuke Saiki. We’re releasing a preview ahead of tomorrow’s broadcast. 

Amidst the busy end-of-year, good grief, a world-involving sibling fight…? We spoke to Nojima Kenji-san, who plays the older brother Kuusuke, and Kamiya Hiroshi-san, who plays the younger brother Kusuo, after they had just finished recording about the truth of the matter!

―― Please tell us how you felt when the decision to make the Final Chapter was made. Kamiya: I was very happy. Even if you want to adapt every episode from the original work, it’s not always possible to do so. But with this series, everything fell into place. I think the biggest reason we were able to adapt it all the way to the Final Chapter was because of the fans’ wishes, and for that, I’m incredibly grateful.

Nojima: I had heard that the Final Chapter would be made, but I was wondering about what form it would take, and it turned out to be a two-part year-end special. Could people really sit through an hour of this work?! What kind of focus would they need to watch it? I was a bit worried about that (laughs). But I’m sure that “The Disastrous Life of Saiki K” will deliver dense content that makes you lose track of time again, in the way only it can. 

―― Compared to other anime series, “Saiki” has about 2 or 3 times more dialogue per episode, right?

Kamiya: I had vaguely noticed that, but… Nojima: You didn’t want to know, did you? (laughs)

Kamiya: Certainly, for a 30-minute anime, it takes a lot of time to go over the script. Even when watching the DVD to check it, I thought “Hm? Is something wrong with the machine?”, because it felt like it was playing fast-forward (laughs).

Nojima:  I’ll be honest now, but on the day I first participated in the recording, I actually went into the recording without finishing all the checks.I checked the script at home and then immediately went to the studio. I was calculating in my mind the timing to start reading the script to record whilst still keeping my role preparation fresh. 

But, the amount of lines was beyond my imagination, so I couldn't finish the preparation… This was something that shouldn’t have happened, but honestly, I got through the latter half [of the recording] just with concentration (laughs). But, since I was able to maintain the momentum from the first half, I’m glad I was able to bring out a good sense of raw feelings. Kamiya-san, how was your first recording?

Kamiya: I already can’t remember, but when I re-watch Episode 1 now, I think the pace is still slow. It’s gotten gradually faster since entering season 2. In season 2, Director Sakurai was probably broken as the pacemaker (laughs). Nojima: Ahaha, I see. It's like a live band where the rhythm gradually speeds up, and you keep going without knowing the original pace.

Kamiya: Exactly. 

Nojima: Since you can’t keep up by just listening to the lines as words, you have to listen to the partner’s tone and match it. It might be similar to a music session.

―― In the Final Chapter, the relationship between Kusuo and Kuusuke seems to be a highlight. What do you both think about these brothers?

Nojima: The reason they can fight so much, do terrible things, and act recklessly is probably because, ultimately, they’re brothers. In a different case, it would have ended in a complete fallout, wouldn’t it?

Kamiya: That’s true. After all, what Kuusuke is doing is almost criminal. Nojima: Ahahahaha.

Kamiya: What I found especially dangerous about what Kuusuke did was the story of making the elderly villagers wear powered suits. The way he disguised it as caregiving while completely using them as his own puppets was seriously dangerous. Nojima: It’s surely his own sense of justice. I wonder if it’s an antithesis to how we should handle the aging society going forward (laughs).

―― Kuusuke’s obsession with Kusuo is also quite dangerous, isn’t it?

Nojima: Kuusuke has a very strong desire for approval, wanting to be recognized by Kusuo above all else. Challenging him to fights is, I think, a distorted expression of that. But I believe it is also an expression of his love and his desire to be loved back.

Kamiya: Kusuo probably thinks Kuusuke is a troublesome person, but Kusuo is also at fault. Although Kuusuke is a genius, he worked hard to create the control device for Kusuo to help him control his superpowers, didn’t he? Kusuo should be grateful, but he doesn’t express it. “Thanks, big brother. I can’t live without this” - it would’ve been nice if he could’ve said that, but Kusuo doesn’t understand the feelings of those without [superpowers], so that didn’t happen. There was also the sense of taking it for granted because they're family, but thinking how this resulted in that difficult brotherly relationship is quite sad.

―― That’s deep.

Kamiya: Although Kusuke knows he’ll lose, he keeps challenging Kusuo to fights and enjoys the process, which shows his malicious side. He’s also quite twisted. So they’re both equally to blame. From an outsider’s perspective, their relationship can be summed up with one phrase "they’re just just not honest with each other”.

Nojima: Despite that, there are also times when they rely on each other.

Kamiya: It’s complicated. That’s why even in the Final Chapter their relationship will likely be depicted. 

―― Finally, could you give a message to the readers who are waiting for the broadcast? Nojima: I was worried about how much Kuusuke would appear, but he ended up having a lot more screentime than I had expected, so I was satisfied. I have no doubts that the viewers will enjoy it as well!  Since the story’s pace is fast, please acquire the ability to not blink while watching (laughs), and surely, you will be moved to tears in the end. There are emotional parts, but more than anything, I hope you enjoy it. Thank you for cherishing and enjoying this series for so long!

Kamiya: The TV anime is finally reaching its conclusion. For those who are watching for the first time, it might be difficult, as the story keeps quickly progressing whilst you’re wondering “what is this?”. But there is a scene at the beginning that reviews past episodes and introduces the characters, so I think you’ll understand what this series is about. That said, since it’s a gag anime, I hope you can enjoy it without thinking too much.

As for the highlights for the Final Chapter, Kusuo finally moves [his mouth] and speaks for the first time. You might be wondering “What is this person saying?”, but it’s exactly as it sounds (laughs). Please watch the main story to uncover the truth behind it. I’m sure you’ll be surprised.

[whispering-about-the-tmnt]

Current list of my TMNT Fanfics

✅ next to a fic means that it is complete

⏳ next to a fic means it is still being worked on

🔁 next to a fic means it will never be "finished" because it does not require completion (drabble collections, etc.)

I'm dividing these into two sections: fics in my 1970s AU iteration, and everything else.

1970s TMNT AU:

A TMNT Cookbook 🔁

Presented by Michelangelo, King of the Kitchen -- A collection of TMNT-inspired recipes and the very short stories behind them

Rating / Genre: G / Food & Cooking

Size: 5/? chapters (~2,140 words so far)

Notes: Ties into my 1970s AU, but works for just about any version

Duck And Cover ✅

January 28, 1977 -- When April O'Neil bought the building where she had spent her early childhood, she knew it was going to be a challenge fixing it up... but she never imagined that challenge would involve uncovering both evidence of the old owner's Cold War paranoia and a group of unusual "tenants" living twenty feet below her new property.

Rating / Genre: G / General

Size: 3/3 chapters (~13,800 words)

Notes: The first story in my 70s Au... centers around how April meets the Turtles

Other TMNT Fics:

A Cup Of Good Cheer ️✅

April is afraid that she got Donnie the wrong Christmas gift this year, but Leo tries to convince her otherwise.

Rating / Genre: G / Holiday, family, gen

Size: 1/1 chapters (~3,400 words)

Notes: Autistic Donnie vibes

All The Time In The World ✅

All Donatello wanted was a little more time to think…

Rating / Genre: T / Drama

Size: 8/8 chapters (~5,950 words)

Notes / Warnings: 2003 Universe; explosions, peril, guns, injuries

Displaced ️✅

An unprepared Donatello ends up on a Greyhound Bus to Springfield, Massachusetts

Rating / Genre: soft T / Mild drama, road trip, gen

Size: 6/6 chapters (~18,500 words)

Notes / Warnings: This was my first TMNT fic, which I originally posted some 25 years ago. It was written even earlier, though, right after the 1990s movies came out // Blood, guns, mild peril

Fleeting Thoughts 🔁

A collection of 100-word TMNT drabbles

Rating / Genre: G / Various, gen

Size: 9/? chapters (900 words so far)

Notes: I know it is hotly debated what the length of a drabble should be, but I was always firmly in the 100-word camp.

Just Breathe ️✅

Raphael has a frightening encounter on a chilly winter night.

Rating / Genre: G / Gen, mystery

Size: 1/1 chapter (~1,500 words)

Notes: Fits pretty much every iteration / mentions of suffocation

Midnight On The High Bridge ️✅

The High Bridge between Manhattan and the Bronx has always been one of Michelangelo's favorite places to go for a late night ride on his board; but on this cloudy evening, he finds more than just fresh air and freedom high above the Harlem River.

Rating / Genre: G / M/F, Meet-cute

Size: 3/3 chapters (~8,100 words)

Notes: Brings Oyuki into the 2007 universe; takes place a year after the events of the movie

Passage ️✅

Leonardo has an appointment with death.

Rating / Genre: T / Drama, supernatural

Size: 12/12 chapters (~16,000 words)

Notes / Warnings: Originally written back in the early 2000s // Death and dying, gore, blood, mentions of religion

Red Dust ️✅

I had a dream last night. It was a long, restless, wandering dream.

Rating / Genre: G / Drama, poetry, gen

Size: 1/1 chapter (~700 words)

Notes / Warnings: Donatello-centric, Post SAINW, originally written and posted back in 2007 // mentions of death and dying

Requiescat ️✅

Leonardo died today.

Rating / Genre: G / Drama, grief, poetry, gen

Size: 1/1 chapter (180 words)

Notes / Warnings: Written a couple decades ago // Death and dying

Second Time Around ⏳

Two years after the defeat and banishment of Krang and Shredder, the Turtles and their human friends now have different, more personal challenges to overcome -- challenges that are made all the more difficult to deal with when Baxter Stockman and Karai pull them into a conflict that involves disentangling the complexities time itself.

Rating / Genre: T / Script, gen

Size: 19/? chapters (~28,000 words so far)

Notes / Warnings : A screenplay for a third Bayverse movie // Character death mentioned

Something Wicked ⏳

He felt movement all around him; something like the wind, though the air was dead still. He backed against the curved sewer wall… holding his breath as his eyes scanned the pitch blackness. The feeling grew closer, touching him… a whisper against his damp skin…

Rating / Genre: M / Horror, suspense, gen

Size: 21/? chapters (~64,200 words so far)

Notes / Warnings: Originally written and posted a couple decades ago, now being put under an extensive rewrite // Blood, gore, possible character death, whump, etc.

Still Waters ️✅

They say I'm the quiet one…

Rating / Genre: G / Introspective, poetry, gen

Size: 1/1 chapters (~200 words)

Notes: Also from over twenty years ago. A Donatello introspective.

The Bone Garden ️✅

You gathered up old papers, old photos… and you flipped through them, one by one, remembering…

Rating / Genre: G / Drama, grief, gen

Size: 1/1 chapters (400 words)

Notes / Warnings: Originally written on Halloween, 2007 for the 2k3 episode, Same As It Never Was, but now I feel that it applies to The Last Ronin, as well... or really, any story where one Turtle remained after the others had passed on // Mentions of death

The Scent Of Violets ️✅

Donnie and Mike are trapped underground with a memory

Rating / Genre: T / Drama, gen

Size: 1/1 chapter (~1,800 words)

Notes / Warnings: Written in the late 90s, early 2000s // Blood, severe injury

Three Million Reminders ⏳

Master Leonardo and the other elders had told Casey about graveyards and cemeteries, but their descriptions had fallen far short of reality. In his life he had seen plenty of funeral pyres, lone burials, mass graves, vast tracts of scorched and scattered remains… but he had never been to a place like this, where families could come and visit the dead in peace, where mourning need not be rushed for the sake of escape.

Rating / Genre: G / drama / supernatural

Size: 2/3 chapters (~5,400 words so far)

Notes: Takes place post-ROTTMNT movie, as Leo lies unresponsive from his battle with the Krang

Under The Influence ️✅

Leo is under the influence of… something

Rating / Genre: G / humor, gen

Size: 4/4 chapters (400 words)

Notes: Just a silly little four-drabble story I wrote when I wasn't feeling so well a bunch of years back

When She Loved Me ️✅

She always said that I had his eyes. I don't know if I ever really believed her… after all, I never knew him. But I suppose they must be his. Her own eyes were deep and dark, almost black… reflective like mirrors. Mine are blue… light blue, like the sky...

Rating / Genre: G / Drama, gen

Size: 1/1 chapters (~2,500 words)

Notes / Warnings: Oyuki's backstory as I see it. Originally posted at FFnet back around 2000, though the fic is contemporary with the TMNTA Comics, setting its year at 1992 // Parental abandonment and neglect

[lemonadecandy103]

Psycho Pass Providence — The Re-introduction of Kougami Shinya

Still working on a general review on Psycho Pass: Providence and also a Shinkane/KouAka post. But I had so many thoughts on Kougami after watching the movie twice that I had to document them while they were still fresh. This is a follow-up to a post I made about Kougami prior to watching PPP: some of my impressions did change while others stayed the same. It’s a lot so keep reading if you’re interested in what I thought about Kougami’s character in Providence. WARNING: Spoilers!!!

I’ll begin with the scene in Dejima where Kougami and Saiga are drinking together. There’s one particular line that I felt could’ve been made smoother: Saiga says “the girl is neither a saint nor a bodhisattva, screw around too much and you’ll end up getting enforced. Apologize while you still have the chance Kougami. Take it from an old timer like me.” and he raises his glass with a smile. I watched both the subbed and the dubbed version and the line is very similar across both. I can’t help but think that line could’ve been improved slightly. Maybe it flows more naturally in Japanese so I can’t speak on that matter. But if I had the liberty of tweaking it even just a little, it would go as follows: “the girl in neither a saint nor a bodhisattva, screw around too much and you’ll end up losing her forever.”

And I don’t mean to necessarily press for him losing her as a love interest, but even just a trusted friend or at least a colleague who always had his best interest in mind.

Ultimately, not exploring the more emotional (and by extension—the romantic) aspects of Kougami’s character was a missed opportunity for Providence in my opinion. He’s the second main character in this installment and we got very little inward reflection from him this time around. The last 15 or so minutes of the film is what really impressed me with respect to his character. Seeing him exit the isolation facility, looking back, and then looking ahead, declaring “I swear, I’ll come back for you,”  with such ardor reminded me that he’s still a hero in this story, however unconventional he may be.

It was clear that Akane and Kougami’s relationship had to change in this installment. After 6 long years, they are both different people now and cannot go back to the same relationship dynamics as in Season 1. More on that in a different post. Consequently, the portrayal of these individual characters had to evolve in order to match this change. Initially, when I watched the promotional clips, I was put off by his bluntness—especially towards Akane. But there were instances where we saw the caring Kougami seep through. He smiles once in the film. And this is when Saiga tells him: “I don’t work with the PSB, I work with Akane Tsunemori.”  I don’t know if he smiles because he still finds it funny that Saiga is cooperating with the government or if he smiles at the mention of Akane’s name or even some matter of pride at how much Akane is respected by Professor Saiga. Either way, it was nice to see this moment.

The other less noticeable moments from Kougami were two times when he showed what I can interpret as a combination of grief and frustration. From my observations, his eyes were animated to have this glistening/“quivering” motion, similar to this gif, minus the actual tears — there were no tears in Kougami’s case:

It’s very subtle but please let me know if anyone else also noticed this. The first time his eyes did this was when after Saiga died and he called Shion to consult Saiga’s psychological profile of Tonami along wirh Akira’s poem. Shion mentions how horrible it was — what happened to the professor. Kougami pauses and adds “Yeah”  but the tone is almost as if he had to force it out of himself. I couldn’t help but feel like he was holding it together for the investigation, but deep down was grieving the loss of his dear professor. After all, he told Akane to keep it bottled up until the end of the case. The second time I saw this effect of his eyes was while he was reading Akane’s letter in his isolation cell. He gets to the part where she writes about being glad to have seen him again and that he helped her find the answer. He calls her a bakayaro, and his hands grab the letter so fiercely that it kind-of crumples while he throws his whole body into a defeated hunch — since he’s stuck in his cell and can’t even do anything to stop her.

I had read some early accounts by Japanese viewers that he was crying while reading her letter: this effect in the eyes may have been what was mistaken as crying.

Although it was nice to see Kougami go through these moments in PPP, I can’t help but feel like there could have been more. However, Providence is a very dense film and I’ll give it the benefit of the doubt that with all the action sequences, Akane’s iconic scenes, and the supporting cast all getting their own memorable segments, Kougami’s development just wasn’t a priority. If Shiotani, Fukami, and Ubukata intend to make an SAD spin-off as they’ve expressed in interviews, I would hope that they explore possible romantic or other intimate human feelings on Kougami’s part — similar to how he learned to be a father figure to Tenzing. In fact, I would argue that after Providence, it’s likely that they’ve backed themselves into a corner with regards to Kougami’s interpersonal relationships. The tension between Kougami and Akane was essentially the secondary conflict of the film and it ended with some resolution midway but also a shift in Kougami’s disposition once he read Akane’s letter, realizing the impact he had on her life. If there’s further content on Kougami as a person, we almost certainly need to at least confront his relationship with Akane and even Ginoza (was somewhat addressed on the boat scene and we see them on good terms in Season 3/PPFI). The other route is just watching a 007-Misson Impossible Kougami getting into knife fights and performing crazy stunts, but I think the PP fandom in general agrees that this option would be dull and a waste of a character who had such an artful inception. Now I know that PP wants to go for a more shōnen look and are cautious of depicting romance between the main characters. It was pretty obvious with Arata being introduced as the new main character and the fact that Yuki Kaji was brought on board to voice him (he’s done fantastic work on many popular shōnen characters including Eren Jaeger). But, showing how love could affect Kougami and how him giving love could present new angles of his character would undoubtedly be exciting to see. We know he wants to protect people. We know that he’s decided to work outside of the law in order to do that. He’s made peace with his revenge and he’s learned that he wants to protect people without any reserve or obligation. Saiga warned him about potentially becoming a killing machine like Tonami if he keeps letting people use him as a hunting dog, and he agreed that he doesn’t want that. I expect that he could follow the same thought process as Ginoza did in SS Case 1 where he ultimately just wants to help people with his detective work, without much care for who’s judged to be good or evil. On this note, it would be beneficial for Kougami to understand his heart a bit more. Maybe visit his mother too? Maybe actually value his own life instead of running into a fight like he has nothing to lose? He’d already prepared Akane for his death way back between S1 and S2. Would he fight differently if Akane were expecting him to come back home alive?

Hope you enjoyed reading my thoughts on Kougami’s character. Still love our chaotic spikey-haired gun-slinging emo cowboy. And I’m looking forward to what the creators might do with his character next.

[pinkmoondoll9shihtzu]

a while ago you answered and ask of mine with something that really resonated with me, abt your real self feeling like it was trapped in a glass cage. anyway im taking your ask box name literally. I used to live in a world full of magic and wonder, I think we all do when were young, and then alot of awful stuff happened, it took alot, a new traumatic tragedy every month. and now the magic is gone and it feels like it was never there and wont ever be there again. (1/2)

thankyou for returning to my askbox im glad what i said helped befofre, sorry it took a while to respond i been ~in a haze--- my glass case got fogged up so to speak🩶gosh i been thinking lately i need to do mushrooms for the first time ina few years. the past month was such a trauma overload its thrown a wrench in all my plans & the world feels completely different to me now, i can barely even be online anymore it all feels so hostile to my sense of whimsy.

basically the only thing thats been getting me thru this past 5 weeks is just, going outside. not necessarily walking just sitting, breathing in the fresh air, and looking closely at the trees. when i sit outside without any distraction its impossible for me to deny that the magic is alive, objectively it is always there it extends far beyond me or any personal problem i have, it is going to outlive me. it comforts me so much to inhale the outdoors its the coping mechanism i've returned to again & again since childhood. i love feeliing like im so small im just nothing. yea i feel like shrooms cld b really nice rn..

grief is hell but its necessary because it taught me how to enjoy whats good.... the cycle will always keep spinning & the warm feelings will always return. from being an old person who been thru it so many times i trust that now. have u ever met a greedy rich person before? they have everything handed to them so they've never learned what it means to appreciate life. they're never satisfied because they don't know true despair or loss. this is not all rich ppl some still have perspective but its a thing w some, we all kno its a thing. for me it really has served my soul to go through so much pain & lose all control. Now i see every peaceful silent "boring" moment as true bliss. i dont rly need anything anymore , imo that is how death transforms & elevates

ofc it dont happen over night and u really do have to let yourself cry it out. let yourself wallow , feel pity for yourself like you would feel pity for a child who came crying into your arms. comfort yourself, get it all out dont try to hide from it. slowly the tides will turn. things will begin to stand out to you, little beauties you never noticed before. the simple things..they mean so much more once u have experienced true terror. i pray very much for your heart to heal anon ❤️‍🩹 the whimsy will return to u i can tell by the way u want it for yourself & others. U can be a guide to them thru your actions. ilu im here for u just dont give up 🌷 pmd9

[thisbuildinghasfeelings]

Carlos honestly seems pretty indifferent to most things related to Iris in season 1 tbh. He seems to think Iris disappeared intentionally, which I guess is why. But even before the marriage reveal, I thought his role in that plotline was a bit odd. Owen kind of takes over his role as Michelle's confidant, and I don't think we even see Carlos react to her being found.

The show was definitely still trying to figure out exactly what it was and also trying to figure out Carlos's place in it throughout season 1. At the start, Carlos was pretty much just TK's love interest and Michelle's friend and the cop who would update the firefighters on the situation when they arrived at a call. After the first couple episodes, Carlos continues to be part of Michelle's storyline, but once Detective Washington gets involved (and also Michelle starts confiding in Owen, like you said), Carlos is mostly just there and doesn't really add anything to it. The Michelle/Iris storyline was always my least favorite and the one I found the least interesting. However, once season 4 made Iris more important, I tried to go back and look at it from a different perspective, and I've tried to make it make sense as much as possible.

For the most part, I can kind of make sense of the way Carlos acts in season 1, at least to a level that I find satisfying enough. First, it's been 3 years since Iris has disappeared. I'm sure he wasn't acting so indifferent right when it happened. When we meet Carlos in season 1, it appears that he has come to the conclusion that there was no foul play involved in Iris's disappearance and that Iris is probably never coming back. The things he does in support of the investigation in season 1 seem to actually be in support of Michelle...I don't think he really believes anything will come of it. I have to imagine that by season 1, Carlos has already grieved the loss of Iris (and since they must have been estranged for a while before she disappeared, he probably grieved the loss of their friendship well before her disappearance).

Also, we know very well that Carlos is not someone who finds it easy to talk about his emotions, especially negative emotions. He must have had lots of lingering guilt and pain about the whole situation, but most of the time he was probably able to suppress that, especially because the grief wasn't so fresh three years in.

And yeah, we definitely don't see Carlos react to her being found. It always makes me laugh now when Michelle comes back from being with Iris at the hospital and then watches as Carlos and TK hug at the firehouse--is she thinking about how she's going to have to interrupt her brother-in-law's time with his new boyfriend to tell him that his wife is actually alive? 😂

[libidomechanica]

Untitled Poem # 12543

A ballad sequence

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Where to wasted o’er the Pussy     my love doth cover, drives us one. My students, descend     the sea-lover, he would

run fast it rest as the radio     and he the way, do not know. Rage, rage again, or horse     is wide world except

possibly for long-hair’d page in this     thro’ the bonie lass gang. So looks with the hay was happy, if     they ate with their roots,

accessible alone all shall seek     to harken what I might, I fear to mine is she look’d about     the plank, and straitest

bestow. Or mocked; the covenant     the tree breast doth my griefs, and show’d me to come, the Lady     of Shalott. I brought; and

near death is gone for myself to     win! To believe you I under clouded; fall’n like your thou     pine to yet so different

language of pride o’ my bosom     of the web, she fled ever canna be your mom did not     to break of death, while the

Ring but unthrifts! Just painted from     side by sidewalks in California we went wrong. I have     sung and with speed. To go

wastes, what man I do it make your     leaves and laughs for the selves, they roam, by creeks and mend! Coming     that has close. Thou dost, what

is won. The sun; then called a thing     in all-resemblance to play a plait upon our breath-filling     up in a transgression

by the horses be; and weak;     as a man who know how these Eyes and false in body and     nights—and each muscles, tears.

Of Tyrant. She took some mother     gums their stars or when western she stand trembled: and told how     the current Gold, not that

was. I dreamboat when you were dark.     Is even grace, he reach, on the Fortieth spare Arm-chair     beside remote Shalott.

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In martiall sports I have earth upon     thy soul on Cloe blush’d: Euphelia’s praise, and your lips, drops     of Pleasure pass; with lullaby, as men to her heart alone,     and thou fair Cyprian

flow’rs newblown desire to     it, even dead, and thus did appear, that and to me? Nothing     like-hat reads her the Pacific seas for their way down     without respect. And insane

distractions have left in my     rhymes, one freely, as men thro’ the think, my pretty though yet,     till at himself into the Town munificence is ample     warrant thee as the

night; o looks fresh with sweetner art;     pleasure lay in early objects find out a shadows, ’ said     loves always meant and back again? That I feel, across the     crammed fowl come nae mair hae

Queene of brass are immortal, nor     Hope dare a comfort best or faither, wi’ purfles and thence     the Ring burn and a’! Is in Boston, writing, can yet thee     and very weel waled

were for the eggs both have no comrade     Lucy climb the shall adorn beauty and of the lone     stone—and against mind. Compared with their babes have left us     first, more abused: auguste

for whom we can win; I rather     to leave the dear: ae blind; nae ferlie ’tis you here is lovers     late and the powd’ry snow that matter what can say or lose.     The human heard her name.

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Which hath thoughts, doe beard less rhyme. Be     overgrown with the mesh, that we escape. And whate’er she     looked on, and dame, the path

is but with pride, and harmony     her sleep, and the bloated wide; but Phillis was queen; but I’m     as from you, you content

and years they stoon? Thee with a broken.     Find she nippit her blush rebuked to blub like little     park with Maiesty. On the

radiant air how courtesy, she     falls, that I dared, come upon the world dreamed I was a Christmas     cactus, blood! My measures,

but love, to secure his way     he kisses these I better; and asked, after being so.     Hears had open fields are

them, and in his bow, and you first     came at play last night. He would sweetest sweetly endite, which     doth dishonour heads never

with answer campfires in     the mere still that, passion of world. My lyre I tune, that is     so. She wild scatter’d cowslips

bedeck thy hands you triumph     yet; because of soür ale some stoon; whan the hogs. But never     I played and each other.

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And where is to me by my faither,     hammer sayes, to grace it is confused it, and with his     leave t’ adore in you. Your thread a little Robin, take     this, and soul, live i’ th’

fire. Twas but a wondrous House     of sighing to flowery lap of evolution, he     tore his trees go limp a voices, even gracefull Pitty     Beauty’s rude disdain.

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At night, since, spite of warm and gaze     at the land whatever and setting you opened, each other     in death decree the

very life that loosed our heart commits     such expense, of bold seer in one another’s Arms—all     see despite of nastiness.

Thou setst a bate between each     wound and shave been the soft aloft riding of the Word of     Love did appeared. Muscles

running, here a mourning near, to     choose never setting soul can be anything I desire     my soul can hide and

shave been different voice: next Corinna,     for men, its sweets person to thy breast, and said: sunk, then     most the root and I’d

plunged down to Camelot. Do the     light me my Julia, weep, for never grey-headed faith or     hopeless wounds both love. Woman

love thy many flower, untried     each side; the current Gold, not even blue-eyed fly to     the Soul is parted, and

gaze on so fond will color of     the Fiend do nae mair: hers are a’ my Nanie, O. Is evening,     my smart, let the wind and

draw profit while you and I remain     as it was when it grows over to learn delights to     weaveth steady, as hell.

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And went on her ringlets, this is     not you appease love’s death’s eternal law; and yet thy Impress     you here the air. All

the brag o’ her last poetic     voice as will be as braw and smooth rocks, and in pursuit and     something. It was its

spectacles and ourself a draught, I     fear our vertues show seems, they homeward to steel; others—it     favorite scene is but with

lullaby my young, but fie! That     used the lines of A Love is not mine’ or thine own fear no     fate for your hath presse, what

I am under tower’d     Camelot. So, the one by one not the moonlight or come in     the green dale: but were married

at a’! Say, are you sing! The     westlin wind blaws loud, thro’ the saddle-leather, over smooth     fare ill on the sob took

your love. That do I owe you? With     loves a man love: rich longer the limits here? That thou art     to giue my touch your

electric meter I will but love,     what love, do not inflate and ourself be less brows shall swear!     Where each to its welcome!

On warm sea-scented beach; three     willingly o’er-arching twa laugh and burgher, lord was left to     us: and heav’nly fire.

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Catkins of heaven-like Chrystalline:     sweet in some the summer’s noon clouded; fall’n like the rider     as can the Fawn at

the moment, and nothing admired,     wants to be, die singing in the radiant air how the     cherye was the kitchen called

before peoples should pass, and sang     Sir Lancelot. Thou wilt vsurping late I find reply i     fear no fate for you miss,

or the wold and married and meet     in sad, its spectacles and though that she companion,     mysteries molder, the mazy

web she willow lay a plait     upon a thinking on while they came red. To a lady     in a mile on me or

half sight to mine on first came love-     hat relationships with Her I lost its hue, sickly ghost-     towns, almost ardent

articular song of this excess,     eat up thy calm-blooded, time-settled overtrail’d the shut     in a five pound not a

choice Myrrha for the tillages     the new rays there’s to Love must have a twilight in you.     Conceal it in the same;

the mart’s or the one by one, intend     a zealous devotion deep sorrow she turmoil of     evolution, as ony

brat o’ wedlock’s bed, full meaning     in desires, all shot: a kinder mistress, and     Humbleness! That my suff’rings,

and bruise against this closed as forfeit     to heavens you to turn my head, and discretion that     roses growin’ yet. Us

both time to praise, which they both     times a day, the curse of many scorne of all that piece a     word. And True Love, I hear

not,—this is not fewer; growing     dove. As tenderly i’m guessed this is not to gie ane fash.     Anthea, when I was

a flower in one general best.     Finally, perch,—did you— because with toil, I haste; your will     never more time it’s so

beautiful Pussy you play, my     little thing lemonade and construed me and cool ye all     which one tower’d She, Without

respect. Whatever a-spending     all that face nor beauty’s fading away, come in the     heathed daffodilly

trembled, spiking as still has truly     love could heard, nor I to think of thine would the fluorescent     of it in the facts.

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In the Lady of Shalott. She     knows; yet none as I used to the moon, the bee upon itself     and death is six days

should keep them not agree, where she     is stand watchman ever freshly bleed, yet still the child crying     at my bonie boys play.

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And the chaplet and aff like fair     Syrinx in traffic on the warm and floated his Authority     falls, thanne hadde it

no rinde; whan the heaven that hide,     by self-love, you know how you a tin heard; his Soul can be     heard of Love flee, and

Humbleness! What dies without the still     thee will I gladly die? A heart i am never to     fight, old age. Whan those manger

makes breake more their own, to thee—     in thy heart, I shall adorn, when I answer—then called before,     a joy above the

Rain of Sorrow, has e’en right press     will never hae Queens upon the hell within, applying     fears in loue. Into bed,

for then would you can seem fair, wi’     a mate in heaven clear brows. At day-break from Camelot.     With separate self, but fie!

Has seized my flowers, and comes nae     loved you to looks withoute long fairy, beneath to fill that     lighter knit into a

Greeks’ love, found, She mightier arms     pale death; such folly. The human for your vertues show; so     child, today two world surmise.

I carry it in my heart     in their cheek and of Love’s flame, vilely; her vow, she’s misses     the deep in their cheek,

while he instep too: and thro’ narrow     Cell? Chanted me for blooming in their locks of men do,     where Lugar flow’r to

disconsolate at trundling cherry.     In my backpack in bed you beware of the lighted match     youth and tenor of the

Hand of his life is to sing; they     scorn’d like a razor he willingly Aptitude; wise Head—     clean as clear song sheep and

faith of all I ever looks behind,     a dream. Upon thy fading tells me out of these Four     who submits touch soothe thunder’s

roll. Sin, he tries rosbif. Sun:     beneath th’ Atlantic roar.—Send it merit, and, and     the roses form. Me she

wants to be, die singing old     shipwrecked days still that little isle a shall not know. That be     fair Syrinx return! Your

she in thee, Dear, did was long, long,     bawling eyes, one hand on its louder o’ the food for peace     for where I but with the

riverside and through the Fount of     Justice a Seráb. Let me get her for me; but had long     so she did our roots

together than garment at his seldom     seen the distance. In search of the distance. In simmer     is near? Across knight, toot!

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Come to choose a May-lady to     go together—that which husband, like to laughing disconsolate     at the leavest

those, when you grow. Singing O darling     over grieve my love, you drink a drap o’ dew, sweet in     my fragile visitor.

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And ourself upon the same, thinking     but a dreamed I was youth return! False in me, till that     rises up like a man

who left in my life which here be,     with Perilla: all attending disconsolate and she     is blurred. Just as a saints,

no sooner had past reason’s rule     now like these rebel power? Tho’ your rung, he, who can heart.     Taming to East Hampton

and a day I prize your Mother     night, and further thee more friendship much of Counsel—whereby     Love comes Sorrow! As solemn

as unpleasantly definitive     as frail as flowers, and overmuch of all men%u2019s     souls for those sand-paths.

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Oh were overweight intelligences     of yon riverside and life that wad been a girl,     for Forty Morning in desire, the marks were the light,     thou shall suffer death! She sentence then, good-bye! Against fear     no fate for your arms a

wet napkin by her boddice sae     faithful vows, acceptation. Ambrosia-like, are your lungs.     Wood a Piggy-wig stood with there entreat one sparkled on     mince, spite of stone withered angel, singing, can soothe thread into     her need, by sun and

fold of your face disarray less     plaints, no sounds both wound, from the gowd and headlong fields to     reproving body Yet I set the moon was as if the purely,     as we see hung in deep is my objects you counsellor,     the shallow still my good!

No feat which is traditionally     alone, so much with his life as gude advisement fancy     but Folly to like planets rotating into it and     by thee. On mince, spite of my false bond that until we ceases—     I recall not love

and clear—neither there are whate’er     she lo’es sae weel aff of your shrine, when gout and I, alone     to harken what the dive back not the pearl garland wanton-     scented tress in an open Hand. Watching to Us, nor     plain; as the footmarks, wind-

wafted from behind, go sleep, the     mother for thy sweetner art; pleasure scawled still losing     of the other unnested through gorges unexplore they     seem like a lantern, Child, thanne hadde it no stoon; whan the wind’s     Eye its speed. And Mankind’s

a crowd, forty years ago when     western she start with the wellfed withoute rinde? Past, known; all     that ken me, on me because come sweet in her sae sleeve! When     I was its sad in their babe from under his Counsel’d, from     us—and early world

well have profanity and bloomin’     and know me very weel waled were fairy, all beneath     a wild Moor, the crammed fowl come woe, I care hath pressure     of brass are left the stones of face, and you out of bold Sir     Lancelot. Light to say,

Just this you and thy charity     to go alone to her head, which it is so much they be     Just and bowers or what I can, I with bearded metre of     my miserable males who submits to stones of her desire     is, to loved, a very

life. Climb high, doth my music     of the Signs of how true that she willing to upheave they     went everything light—or dark—years longer is double key,     whistle a little park with rust, she is rescued. Is it     that hands, that close thy mamie,

shall lover, her devout chagrin     doth well believing Tyranny and you thinks hersel     very weel aff, is raking of the Matin-bell, and Death     for love thee, to be love yon Lilac fair, still losing when     body’s end? That solitary

song sang your face new. I’ll     count thee and Crown withouten and his moment to know that     set, a man’s pride o’ sinny noon; gie me there was no     vocabulary forgets, her place was neither spied them out,     not even morning, the

soft and declared my firmament     to melt; the murderous, bloom, she is in Boston, writing,     can yet the wind blaws louder parts. Woo’d and fails, despairing     lotion hold yours of ours, take the castle wa’; and the courage     quails and plenishing

over my Sappho’s break his failins,     ’twill pleasure, conveys it impart; which, euen of the martiall     sporting fairy-gifts fading myself of the current     Gold, not even know her face of god look for you are my     will; let reason hated,

and declar’d too far; but to me;     no others but that French novel? Whan they guessed that least once     to tarry: I ken the kitchen came in me, the hue, sickly     to hear, ever for me; but Woman lovest thou lovely     leans, the scent with

lullaby now time then an old desk,     dusty for those, when thou be denies; she to secure his     Camelot. Put mine; ’ both of us, and fever! Sometime     she prophet David,—david, speak to injured bird stirring     against this every Wise

Man form should live that dies along     thee. Sunk, then, your head moving far away, and then, your     conjectures to comes nae love- hat reads verse and joy be wi’ the     ones the Matin-bell, and man’s head up in not those whom those     manger makes and height moony,

inlet—warm, seabathed, I’d     grow complain turn on that their eyes of the day, and something     and full of children most they track’d themselves. Thou who will     never yet had bound our soul of the shirt sours my smarts, with     than going on darkness.

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Ah, my bonie, sweet fruit, and away.     And look back over her Heart, most rich no more fun of my     cure, do there was a little

Robin, take refuge they shallop     flitteth silken sail’d, Woo’d and measure, fie! Our souls in     its own. But at twal’ at

night or come aged star, gleam. As     humours sudden-opened to do thy flower upon her     eyes flash’d into her hair:

but thee is but after news. And     rain. And on the pale cheeks bespread stories of endless as     shed on spirits dried up

and sunglasses many, O, the     truth with my darling like to the bundle of this poor. Food;     reproved. She shriek’d aloud,

and fair Cyprian flower     amang then, no matter to gi’en the blue sky over though     my heavy sky of the

sad bosom, thou be what it is     my despair of loneliness which stately true and the yellow     woods among? When a

man who lovers of whose lightless     seas that hands your face that, like fairy, of you, in white bed;     lie, fisted like an injured

bird We texts written into     her boddice sae bashfully down the gay roses proclaims     olives on the wind and

sang Sir Lancelot. College yet,     the young people spoken. Intend a zealous pilgrimage     is broke: what thou keep’st me

tender fades away her mourn when     the same; the genteel and wine with the hand then that keeps mine     is my judgment forget

the world except peace forms a two-     part canon? That relation— lost, of mortal, nor Hope dare     a single down to

Camelot; outside than garment at     his fires, and therefore she is intelligence, this rain is     overmuch one another

like old church last—a match made,     t’ acquit such a closer or farther the Polish Rider     occasionally

apparelled, she let her wide world     conveys it is, below, then quak’d, the sweet love my Nanie,     Of my study Nature’s.

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Its Salt, and what’s my penny-fee,     and gain the mirror blue the Flame. Ex-boyfriendship much can     make fun of me why. Than

I have love had been a girl, for     that will seek to harm in them whereon my back like allay,     so gone not so vigorously

he might; a double wi’     the fire domed blacke becoming, and with there on the world we     said: I never read strange.

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The bells rang merrily and     fireflies home to changed at the deer wounds adrift from behind,     a dreamed I was an August

night or mind to this terrible     Love lives with the raptures hence, and bloody clothes will     buy me she didn’t want to

thee, and voice: next Corinna, for     verily lov’d, and see the market girls, the water, warmth-     given, fire and Crown away

fast, our hour of fitful dreamed     I was an All Night, teaching red sunset thro’ the long field     yellow-leaved water

will as solemn as unpleasantly     still thy image should not to breath of love thee. And Death     with young, but inflate and

ye, ah, may ye feel his course you     eft with Thee Annihilationship based on the yellow.     I poured him another

person whom pale corpse she flowers     be still the actors are, it seems to embrace, he rode his     trees looked in the weight

intelligence and joy—what man I     do it woo’d and fire. Of many a wanton base delights     met on a willows Paris

and courtesy, she come in     the moon, the lines of your neglect: they track’d the devil laughs     for the tape-recorder,

falling; recall wisdom? What I     can, I will be back and quiver in the answer with the     man who knowing, that draw

and both day and a woman love     of our lips toward laughed at a’! Echo of clamorings passing     against they see sweet

boughs amang then. But he’s ta’en like     a butter fire in the dread the Lady of Shalott. A     furlong field nods its her.

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Sun of the comes quickly girls which     is what cause she did stand, showing warm and courteous, were     to obliterate yourself

but must have a yong suster     fer biyonde the arrows casts, making as if the light of the     place, and ye, ah, may ye

feel some marvel then, sweet hopes and     far below? Twas they have, extreme; a bliss: fie, please me mair     hae Queens upon the night

we are very weel aff, Thus     lullaby now a’ tint, since all enjoyment I’ll answer—then     called before I ever

hopeless willing into the moonlight—     quick-changing, nor plain; as the same or half betray thee     and glows, come when both to

reproduce the iron age, goethe’s     so beauty’s rude disdains the raven and swift up thy     calm-blooded, time-settled

for text. Free as an All Night will     seem’d to consume us all, at any rate she danced by     the lingering mine, robbing

and down from under friends—as thus     we meet here, and through, sweet face a furnace sealed, the crown of     pearlins and were to go

to warmth-given, and wickedness;     my love, and ocean I could entwine: while claver bloom, she     hath built it within Thee.

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An hour, wi’ purfles and ruin’d loved     you add the abject fear I am not be nay, we’ll see     despite of his Moon of

its earnest glance apace. And heaven’s     Dome is you and might we glide to be ador’d, as a     tomb of his slain; thought; nor

Liberal, with sweetest sweet, and the     tenderly i’m guessed at the lake’s supposed to the face again,     in vain adorn beauty

which missing you do not     disappeared. Bearing the right and wickedness; my lord was     gravity, I’ve falling your

Mother unnested through the Forty     Morning tride, pleasing the better returns, and two hours     of two women are! Willows

white mule she rode, the air of     my dove with Perilla: all as there really and Justice     grew. Or for the Pile; and

never yet had long we had never     hae Queene of bright all that she meane at once should sleep, thinks     she heard the brag the see;

manye be the see; manye be true, to     cure a match yet made, sure and looks went on with the shutting.     East-wind straitest bestow:

come woe, I can live that she could     written with a steadily aglow, airport in a distant     spot of thy name—lo,

the tides: now you again about     it anywhere i go you are holding: now with dead in     such sanity will be

as bright all true? Is familiarity     breeds of face, and Mankind like a butter fire to     its way, do not inflate

and the brag the many mountain     roe, with green bay, rage, rage again, reach’d forth in front it fear     no fate for your over-

silver speak to injure. And seemed     to do it make my view; the curse is stuck in my books, blazing     underneath to fill

the plank, and around remarked by     care’s a faught; nor causes of endless as shed on spirit,     withoute stoon? Behold that

in you. You know and stuff was cover,     we were none known; I should rise like little thine age to     choke him, or faithless destroy!

And still at her bower-eaves,     he reaper, reaping be the planets rotating soul on     me. Devise, but where Lugar

flow’rs gaily spak, the last, neglect     of my sighs, and sky; wonder why in the airplane moves     over cities like a

ghost-towns, almost ardent articulars     are, and brought me too, he makes her to sell for     camouflage and joy—what I

would drowned: I sung and insane distracts     here? Time flie; he lo’es me be copartner of their garden     we do cry. By a

tear, the broad clear eyes’ expense, Alas,     fond tones and the Pussy you are for dowry will, and     Morning nest doth among?

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Of you,” she smile beams from the selves.     Haste then, no matter weeds and guessing—table cluttered with     the sunbeam showers. And

floats from you, you disgust, for two     cheek and other on the noblest friendship, warm, and the butter     for wings granted: the

sleek, and we’ll talk about them out,     not the beare the Realm of Yún, and mine own, ornaments and     let us play for suck

it up, it will strengthen us     to touch soothe thine arms to thy bowers plucked and givings. The     ways. No match ’twixt me, bent,

wigged and married! A quire of     one all inheritor and hand forth unto good wine: while     claver bloomin’ and thou’

free loveth, she says tomorrow?     Too as woman, who’s to the Breath of my love thee do mock     their Strengthen us to

the moat, stifling? Then when them     clash; an auld wife, and now I am dead; he spoken. But     Woman face; terror, and

tocher said to the Pussy you     were your own jewel hung in default. Quite clear brow in the shore     and heaven clear—neither

spied the sweetly shining its welcome,     welcome! High, what I should brain, O Love, youth, mine eyes could     intend, lest eyes fix’d on

Europe’s lattering the     bloodstreaming, and here! Grows shalt ca’ me tyta or daddie. As drown     mischance, mute, with the lute

and brow: thus wretched each other     care I how frank, how can Love’s dead, tis death, rock-solid the     other for sometimes a

troop of Mt. Yet give bar and     a’! Toil is no more: so thou art the ba’, the bonie was no     ending did appears! Half

human, all ghastly night, below     the air is so much the yearned to make your virtue meet: you     full of cherry. Toward laugh

when you read her lockt in her wrist     to me. Which, done, for one moment fancy but Flight. Hate of     his nose, with my real Flame.

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What wad beguile the better; and     thrum, a mere botch of the think it quite dispossess’d of The     Fire—even in the played and rainy days should learn, too well     deny! And sees the chant

in the mound where, from Káf to Káf     reach, on the Town. When your leaves in his shield, the music was     playing, Staying Venus skies, making the reach’d the camera     chases the referee.

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Of your arm another’s perfume.     Such a close to my touch. False in life and smooth fare ill on     the rest; since then, is Europe’s dying. The food tree or     turned him a year the lilies of how that’s out of day with     dead cold without alarms

my throe: turn and rush of my bloody,     full of grace should heard, nor friend stories of desert wonder     than Nanie, O: nae ither song sheep an’ kye thrive body     shirt, sewn with love. I dream and praise, I fix my sin and fears     in love which doth she turn’d,

and gladly die? For the see; manye     be the life as gude nicht and Right; I love talking, feels the     Clay of past reason, and yet thy sight. And were a lake doth     dishonour misgiving anyway toward laughing e’en o’     love my Nanie, O: the op’ning

came to imagination,     beyond expressionists do the Disease. Went in the heaven     must go, and married at a’? Such fears to wax more be     that I well the siller can be hel-driu’n from me when Cloe     is making its way, do

not go away. I call that man     I do suspect a coward, in wise men go and lighten     to her chanting the moon, fair beamie darts. The rules broken my     thumbs presume not my nursling near, to choose against the water     will be disarms the

nurses nod the tomb, and men. Who     kept from China who have years, distill’d from Camelot: for     the Felon’s narrow: I can see, my voice tells me what can     seem profanity and the pale cheeks unprofan’d by the     blind; nae ferlie ’tis you ceased

the bet and forth unto me; close     roses proclaims olives on the grass, beside remote Shalott.     Next, lullaby, the wellfed with us, nor plaints,—I     love highway too blackening, I? At trundling could. High triumph     yet; because enough the

villages the end of money,     wrapp’d about; then rush’d past, howling about my Wag. Nothing     moment fled, approaches— Ellen passed with the vale; the gate.     Wipe Thou the music, worthless without a kiss. To believing     Princes, ill-reported

if Unworthy, yet, if Love     one Morning’s a new bird We text, text our soul had felt a     fleeting prow, and married at a’? Both the hell where will go     deeply by ourself! That the bud will keep so chaste a flower!     She smile overgrown

with thank all which sound nothing too     as women of sweet Electra, and shave been boat, the finds     his pass’d swift up that movement, one but thee: root pity may     deserve the shirt you may, that fed their busy days I wanna     be your suit and yon

hills beyond expressway. His altars     kept from the deity to which euer she died, the airplane     moves picture. Good, but he’s so beautiful; but what’s verse     in your forehead against me. But mine execution. We     entertainties now doth

cover the Challenge answer the     early song we might will I touch. Why so large and burn. Stones     and takes her eyes and peace they least do rise, which done, the heads     felt him thy body shirt sours my sin and quiver in their     Jewel, he tore then rush’d past,

known; all the wide eyes hath th’     Atlantic ocean I could have not—to make the Soul. It’s     a stormy east-wind stretch forgets, but all I have no fair,     thy sweet love, youthfull flame through the very friends, thou art? Mouth—     rather than ever looks

went tower on top of a heart     with many times thro’ the Bong-tree grow old. Magnets clear songs;     for kissed her often go their departures to make timely,     nothing into the Soul that bliss: fie, please you are looks went     to snap, do them; I can

conceive myself, and speak the truth,     the truth; so let them. Is that is so much the World anyone     every surrogate? All this day thee; dependent onward     from Camel! That assault on one’s own mine eyes were made     between my heart In our

loved, is Feeding on it hath built     that better hours later, running skulls, and clear song sang such     sleet, an’ mosses are numbered, so thou dost, woe to tarry:     I ken the new rays there: not some restrained to know I will     buy me rigs o’ love God,

God acceptation. Say, are yet     so different and make the quickly: not the snow hath the middle     of tyrants’ crests and four graceful use of yonder why     in thy calm-blooded, time- past, however, fair     Is ample was its speed.

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Decline and falsely what matter     the boughs perfect the field sleep, and told men who fry in your     mitt not that puzzled morn.

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Could singing old shipwrecked dreamed     I was a nail, because you rise? And balcony, by garden,     all the hand thousand

till action; till heaven that you     move so beauty’s graceful use of your diviner heart most     perfect the solitary

song we might; o look at his     fires; the Lady of Shalott. Scenes to give way; why dost wake     elsewhere, I said to make

it no rinde; when the Nude Descending     all her face lies upturned since erst her arms fit you     with the bet and me Dead,

depriv’d of either one more a     winner be at trundling out of rock. Weary with folded     too, and in fresh sin, he

tries to grow! Put mine for you shames     and her cheek and piece is a precious, just the Lady of     Shalott. Like a wretched

metre of Futurism just as     at home to my heavy artillery to picture feared;     and years as nice; reads hersel

very moment, and equipp’d     a Camel! Expect change each in the wings granted: there! All     in the snowy bank the

fish leaping be the knight, because     her head moving faire afterwards you are for her lips I’ll     answer—then called the gate.

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As tender nurses nod the helmet     and daughter’s drifting the worldlings, thus I lead a little     longer envying the

closing on the world. Gliding. In     a beauty’s sovereign countenance, but this bloody, full of     cheaper weary listening

strife is she state, and ocean that’s     that him. As you are wise. Or mocked at you tell thy image     in the loam, my funny

kin, as ony brat o’ wedlock     to my below? At my health my head, and never wit, and     vows. Helps to grow! As he

rode better the white Ohio     town where could no light, I know dark is right.—Or dark—years had     takes care na by; i’ll take

her. Ae sweet hopes first, your generation     and when I say, though, sweet love my very soul. I     have a yong suster fer

biyonde the length not the masks do not     know. Gender nurse her bright glow’d; on burnish’d hooves his shroud; and     increase my name. Drop heart’s

growin’ yet. Is it thy part’s Blood.     That thou dost hide, by turn from that same to starve although yet,     heaven without respect.

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Yet, love, gained speech. Come when you rise     withouten any rinde? We have knows not Europe’s sage     mind to that no children

still be backgrounded, Ellen stood     with lullaby now sufficient weight from me. To Heaven’s     Horizon, it were to

wax more a window chewing like     fog smother. Gross clay struck his face I saw myself shalt mix     in ilka throes! So look

at himself and life out in his     golden anniversary, a pale, clotted with a ring     at the tomb, and I remain’d

to come; the opening flowers.     And heale, the sun; then let that might soft and tell me     by my face that smells of

death was he? Compare the like a     lake doth dishonour misgivings. With plumes and passing and     we’ll not pine with reverential

awe we watched errors hath     her weaving, that face I recognize? Another of the     bridle bell struck his faith,

ye’re but with the lightly, she is     winsome and brag the wall and the shadows, ’ said fra Pandolf     by designated great.

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Watching to flowers bright, destroyed     by the lantern in her gown; she dwelt on a stream on a     glorious July day with love of cheaper weaving, either     song as drowned: I sung this most lov’d her meikle and burgher,     lord and that we escape.

You with green ribbon round our     head, and her sleep he is warm. No more, whose pants do this: that     I can know to dare, and the sight class we find no remedy     but Flight; day afterwards, I found withoute stoon? This way     he kissed this mothering

every Wise Man form a fiery     ringlets, that, he victuall’d and a’! So, in the making     the day thee; for a ring a filthy soul came from off his     Authority falls far from the stops talking like the people     spreads herself but much

alone, so much one live: against     everything finer than a bait of better object. His     Chamber Heart bled from Beauty’s fading feverish powers     they approving; or, if she says: My child crying the grow     complain turn to scold me.

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Me now let me blest, knights are banished,     and praise, Perfect all that love, and near that I know dark     with poppies orange love

thee more terrifies me. Sees the     sweet within be few, than if he would sing Euphelia frown;     now her side watchingly

sweet flower, untried each other     sight? Whilst it hangs are looked on, and lamed, and the Turkey     who see with the Fawn at

the butt, a rose-fence, Let me get     her for song sheephooks, vials in its bloom, she hath his armour     rung, were fill’st my kisse,

the doctors return’d to flow, wing’d     with lullaby, as that fills my smarts, that overlook’d down     the nodding fears, disclosing

which must have cost nor shame, to     thee will front of fiery little Robin, take me because     enough of both of

her teens. She left me, some pendulum     soul, the act! To-morrow, yet give is to life—he said     to my tongue since mind is

evening to a single drawn down     to Camelot: and sing is stands.: Out spake: o Elenor,     weak, paranoid. Like these

Four wheeling pad, some branches mix     with your silk-saft faulds to the hogs. Ken; there she cannie, O. With     folded too, and so

beautiful Pussy you will be ador’d,     as a tooth to me; close commands; Is that fairer than     a bairn, she’s to the moon

is the raven and the truth of     a darker hue, and the pane, that terror, and fair Elenor     walk’d by beautie is; I

may, in you. Come into thanked my     gift to us: and here, beyond expressway. That you like     allay, so gone not on

he roses show; so children most     high birth to fix it, or that did lift his helmet-feather,     she’s broken his Secresy

the hear that piece give that I     know how that’s out of moths. It favorite scent with his bow, and     Lucy Gray, and a voice:

next Corinna, for him—he asks     no mo delays devise, but grammer on top of a mate     for Righteous, and could no

light in you what does Pity here?     Took some bold Sir Lancelot. And ruin’d love ashes on Orcas     Island Expression

put to trust to an end: and leaves     among thee. Blow in surprise and salute love for thee with     the blue spurt of a light

of his Lip went o’er wits to be     helps to all color of rotten peaches on Orcas Island     the wild Moor, the scope

and wanton-scented in a single     Almond packt. Next Corinna, for such heaven know dark     cup your generous, bloodstream

that dawn turns on her, is ages     blame this island off like old church last—a match, and was     gravity, I’ve falls short.

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Women out spake: o Elenor,     beware the struggle grows thy particulation of     Dracula my fate, be of

the casual solitary song     the windows of the tree break the referee. The happiness.     Ye come sweet in sad,

its separate self, and loosed our roots     a look like a ghost-towns, almost ardent articular     song we were fix’d; the

deity to bear—but were two young     Folly to his death my music. The rapture all is sipping.     Though in an old desk,

dusty for the pride; in my     misery, or sprite, disdain. And leaves that leads men strive for sugar’d     that I should blaze like

to light, and Humbleness! To steel;     others love and love, then an open fields to cross a city     from one another’s

Eye its sake, an’ few the are things     she’s bonie boys play. With lullaby now that. Touched, I watches     her Johnny, yet give though

yet, till seek after your own are     holding made for myself than going thee, i’ll be hanged: the     sand-paths. Gross clay struck one,

and me, curled life; which missing him,     consumed Absál the priests had the planes above thee to the     long so short. But mine eyes

that close room she sat with heart the     memories, the air of my sinful loving: o, but all     that clothe through that she weave

the airplane moves pictures to simple     caress will spend? On this day she is in Balboa     Park and queir; yet, by my

sin and allows’ perch,—did you had     an entrance make, the chant in the horse; and thine are dying     of these, troubles me, and

note. Over him from his sort of     a heart, when thou art made for whom we can no more abused:     auguste for a boy can’t

is true; as spotless as shalt ca’     me tyta or day, and the mart’s own in fears in loves his     woman has’t by kind. The

Lady of Shalott. No times thro’     the sea, who breaths, too, as another night? Nothing bullets     from me when we all enjoy

it; i’ll be burnt with the love     of your precepts wise, her grey-headed faith, ye’re but Nanie, O.     This is an ey, than Heart

bled from the golden bars drops of     the bees to choose a May- lady to go to watching to     San Sebastian partly

because she didn’t see me. Of both     wound and draw out your being sick of slurry seat me the     bathroom floor mocks your threatened

to win! Mocks your branch of Counsel—     whereby Love grows over and face lies upturned in     the moon hated, as a

tomb which was Individual;     and, like name of the lonely valleys, wherewith there for     that canniest gate, and a’!

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My head cradled between whose palm?     —The vain proof, and thy doubt, when the state, and fear no sooner     had past, howling: she receiv’d

into a boy, my will be     burnt with Tears! On me. And me Dead, not Living the weaves and     made love for our neglect

of winter’s self-love, I ween, i’m     rich, tho’ ye come thought beautiful indeed and the Bridegroom     of his Camelot. Why,

tomorrow by the gory bloody,     full of cheaper cures for a year to stone—and ask thus.     Evidence that all

enjoying. Thou thy Palace-Chamber     Heaven; a new bird We text, text, text our sights, doe me, if     alive? Not Living Child,

the one but unthrifts! Yours is the     doctors are sailing lyre upon Euphelia frown; now he     is asleep and suffer.

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The web, she wanton babes to war.     There let me because and it by a window. To witch-on-     girl violet eyes dote, what I should be written with you just     observe, I hear no sooner had past regrets and weak; at     first the starting, if

unremember falling; recall wisdom?     Ah, my bedside she saw the day: that I know thinking     my knee and corn wav’d green- sicknesses, and fell like bleating     she danced by the isle a shroud, or am I borne a sleeve!     Remarked these valleys, where

Lugar flows, come to myself able     to endure the absences of endless as shall lover,     can’st thou art to give? Have reared, Perfect day. Ah, cruel hand,     showing streamlet winds used to thee, i’ll never yet had been     to kiss the withoute stoon,

and Humbleness grow. That clothe think,     my pretty ankle is asleep to death, so pleasure pass;     with lullaby your looks o’er meikle and bright, hirèd village     of Wood a furlong from a game. Hands himself into     that was beguile my Nanie,

O Oft I have lovely leans, the     life unto an end: and fair Eliza! Or mocked; the Town.     Her with one times. And there erst, and piece by prove, by content,     when Cloe’s eyes or Schoolemaster of my cunning sun: beneath     though, and worse trode; from

thou not near they climb but never     blooms white vesture light win. Here is the eye grow half-moon large     strife, painful results since course renewest, that all, unless     way. Then she says, O this, least know. Front of my head away     thee with so much, yet still

th’effect of wine; for a long we     had sent back over and grim, surly village of the twist     to me there she find a nosegay! As when the unconscience     of the lark’s expiring lotion deep softly o’er-arching     twa laughing their roots

together. In the desert to     love known, dead to all when Pan and other Sun to Heaven,     my Lover, yet long, long, too well knows nothing in their will     keep my drooping; and the eye awake! If I had never     spoken lights be gone the

air of my heart i am never     got the helmet-feathered, reach’d forth to me, whole stream that     held up saying Laughter of the water chilly has his     mistresses. No more, who, sleepless o’ a bride the cattle     as to believing him.

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Where they thus I lead a little     wing! Taming thee. Denies, oh, in pity hide the clicking     companion, mystery.

Such stuff was court us no more     looks Anthea bade me then, good-bye! If that leads men strife,     the shirt you looked for all

this is in Barcelona partly     because of an angel form’s faun to Heaven, and having     soil and early song

the golden morning itself over     in thy share it could not shine, or Vileness! Belovëd,     those lillies and the

curse is confused with two negatiues     affirme! From me when Cupid a boy was to greet, to     believing Princes, ill-

reported if Unworthy Lust;     nor Valiant, who love was an earth it was the kindly fray,     where the longinge. Praise, I

shall events for one is with an     end. And if she will but live, an’ young Pharsalians did     entertain I have told me,

that old hopes in Ithaca or     he is warm. Your there could helpe reject, Woo’d and dropping from     fear, the hills across till

a-falling, leap’d o’er the broad stretched     makes up and vows the string strife we saw of past regrets and     loved, wants to your heart of

thyself to an end. In the cow     slung with eternity, our death; such heath, whose Presence gies     to witch-on-girl violet

eyes fix’d; the wall inrail’d with     lullaby the the kisses, and maybe kiss’d the pearl-gray light.     While I shrug on them is

done, that is won. And touch soothe this     wrecked dread the arms she brought I wad sing, turning, there’s no     more. Her violence, is

gone himself, in this is thy glassy     country lad is master the dreary vault Dear my lovely     Pussy! Wipe Thou whose

hat you shame is not to be unjust     Fortune the team hotel, their will strength was the sprout of     my love and in question.

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Numbers mixed good night are their lips. Here, in the best.     Dark with teares, since now when they be Just and takes and his Anguish, enjoying. His     pilgrimage to thy song? Taught and say, No!

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I can know me: there’s nothing     loue, discerning rent her wallet I remember’d dearest     of their Worship of

evolution, as ony brat o’     wedlock’s bed, the read that she means, Put your over-silver.     Cruelty has a Wise

Man know me: therefore, I touch’d earth     by spells and tell me by her smooth rocks, and Mankind like a     razor he is near under

tower when he rode with the     reaper, reaping body, life-holding a sweater is out,     the hill; the relations

meet; long fields of love thee better,     the read and dropping with her ere the blinding on while Pan     and a’! I half betray

the two world. My little; but not     love for yourself! By the greatest Gogmagogs, when western     she fled from Head to see.

To the eddying sight for thine. The     Drinking but all events is raking and graves among, the     sun his Heart was out of

my mind, how frank, how fair, no more     she were some days still a- falling how bright move o’er with Tears!     Her husband is already

got, deere killed, spiking all the     actors are immortal moon is the furrows overhead     came to my ware, and mountain

thee that great in a clasping     knife shut in from us— and early objects find none! Too     slight steadily, the children

still my heart and sweare, my grief     and he of your Johnie o’ the soft as mine execution.     He was who ruled that

keeps mine eyes were a firebrand;     she hardly knew she wants him thy Head. And singing O darlings,     thus were a few graves

and with bitter became masculine     and fears,. I dreamed I was you couldn’t have before peoples     show seems they danced in the

straitest bestow: come when the other     unnested throne! Balcony, by garden of sweet i     want no world except peace.

God said he, I would not dreamed I     was a human game: imaginationships without much     more by piece a woman.

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Wordsworth! Is freighted wide; but a     dreaming, when in bronze for long from all love! Four grace, and nowhere     ever forget thee

better object. ’ Darlings, it scarcely     after Sorrow I may speak. How such a loftier     song sang Sir Lancelot.

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Alone Love put his hell where are     very weel aff, where erst, and conquer not upon the Louvre,     the tillages the

truth is, youthful troop am I.     First: but all I ever chants of night. I’ll awa to Nanie’s     charm is bright, with loves;

but now when the sheep and vows. So     vex’d with red wine with roses show; so child’s foot could easily     impress your shore, the

bridge, and our shadows fly, playing     at old wood of the sky. I pretend the girl shoot my soule     oppress your form, as, thou

lovely April of expiring     like-hat reads it, best of love. Were forth, and when it grow old.     Of whales stopped my wallet

to say he wakes us to this.     You don’t necessarily even morning charms, who dazzling     the Work, yet everywhere

i go you grew up in hers,     and snow, speaking lemonade and his Dominion Strong. How     sholde any breast to adore

in which they grew beside remote     Shalott. Turn again find a nosegay’: drop not from     her with his Nails—he smote

stones, newly born, were in you with     conscious food; reproaches— Ellen stood like to the moonlight—     or dark—years away from

one another. Partly because     come sweete-cruell shot: a kinde of the love, a woman, he was     unbred, the thing my knee

and never be here, issuing,     we sharpness like earrings peace proclaim it the World nothing     my knee and struck his fire.

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To outgrow the bud of my simple artless form.     The dress in such Consummation so; had, half human strives by to tower’d Camelot.     The halter was our music-maker

now, that I never raising; heau’ns enuy not alone     to thee—in thy foul fault of a mate in her cheeks. Taught was a flower grows ever     has such an one and wit; if vaine Loue

is charmed web she weave thee, as dear. I was a woman.     With one date; but I’ll be hamburg. And which you and now take her. As Love, you with there’s     no one here to obliterate

yourself upon the small inheritors of day     this shield, by a firebrand; she bad me love one, and with whose hand wickedness; my lord     was like harms. The hour would live the same,

perplexed and Byron’s eye plunge home. To me my deeds.     Reap glory and siller can reach and the root of thou fair face that I fear our very     warm. Thus wretched Parents are bright, let

temple burn, or flax; an equal light! I drop a     grave, o Rotha, with eyes explore they are killed. By years, nor the loss, or the lone stone with     their busy days. Because I took the

throat. Three field, while before and I remained hand for     peace proclaims olives again find outfalls on to an enjoy it; i’ll fear nae scant airport     in thee wi’ purfles and now, tenfold

more by piece is fire. The nurses. Plucked in snowy     white bed; lie, fisted of lies. Over my head up in a Girdle round me. I ken     the root and so beautiful Pussy-

cat went tower when thou pine to all company     below the chained a little red pieces, palsies, and could burn. We have drawn for the tide     I boast of one. Is familiarity

to go wastes, while loving boy, my will not renew’d!     What was a birth to rest, churches or Schoolemastering moment forget them. When     them. Savage, extreme; a bliss despair

of my arms. There, and play: a charm is brows of lusty     May! In the mark—and if she look’d, and courteous, and on the reaper cures for a     year and sunglasses in the tillage

churls, and as thou art? Little joy or fret. Like a     Body from your breast to shines bright me my devotion Let other who kept from their locks     of market girls long fair Syrinx are

fled from mine. For pity may pay the Frick which served     for me. These rosy lips are blue weed- flowers or brake off from the world, unbless some and     her married at their caps; you and

Inarculum here unfolds, disclosing when it was     right person, grace oftimes a bait of it were two love you determine, thoughts and laid     out a share it could rather rais’d his

Divided into bloody napkin by ill the     riddle they. Blind do ye thinks o’ your habitual fastidiousness. I’ll companion,     mystery and married next thing in

deathsong, the wretched errors hath she took your Johnie     o’ the ones the Moon. When a woman’s head up in a Girdle round about the silent     but to me subscribes, since here, so,

one whose worms, inheritor and barren rage again.     Not the mound where, art still my little for what it is no more timely, nothing the     dying of Orpheus come, the sun

took the snow thou lovely blurt out curt some quest to     masculine and love, where be true, and the Polish Rider occasionally desire,     and wait thy mother for the flowerets

so fair and equipp’d a Camel! Love and bread     out of, as out of man’s reach, when it is but thee, fury, now sufficient prayer for     the Fantom of the Nude Descending.

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As drown mine, sang Sir Lancelot.     They fight a rarity, have I which one but underneath!     That old hopes to short a leap; on whose hand your Johnie o’     the lone stone, lie on high, love, the boxed-in hills where she did     I know thinking my thumbs

pressed; the footmarks, wind-wafted fruit.     Display thy particular song that old how to thy health     of us, and both day and admit not love me blinket     sae sleeve! Love brought me many mountain range and learn delight,     now I find by skill, sometimes

throng in wheelings, it scarcely     can reaching to see the right. Where the amorous thrust into     it and that flaps and true my lady in honour mitt     not the doctors are the sea. Heard them when you yourself upon     thy Hand: with separate

self, nor trust will spend, so drew my     life’s greatest weale; breakfast of a bare his tongue. For he     will not persuade me tie her breast did stand and known were two     of yon river he flash’d into wood, and statue of stone     heart in and while grace. And

thou be denies, oh, in pity     in the kind is even it, purple blossom’d the Soul that     the stormy gusts me; here the other one shall dead that face     towards some face again. Moon, fair breast or the purer is out,     then laurels and vows o’

the Challenge answer now, new pearlins     and be clever, wha for the plowboy is whirls, she chaplet     and breath. Yes, their better in one another. The simmer     moon; not the tides: now with the two rejoicing. I can     live twice; in its welcome

nest.—She says, she fall about love’s     Garden we face, and my disordered so few find out a     kiss, and how to the world for beauty which served for all the     wifebeater is by evil still; within be few, thanne     had never can reach’d forth

to rest, and, and heale, then all     the Wicked dread the liked whatever is near? Put off her     pretty pink, but this is my sin and courteous, were mute     among his life at strives us to many-colored sails     propels; but he is she

blue weed-flower! Love could choose beds     and face that bosom of the world we stand touch someone’s     garage I felt him like a flowr, that take all that and idle     hours true; as spotless form a fiery ringlets, but     all the radiant air how

to the Soul that circummortal     moon hath built it will, and Death, there! When body shall adorn,     when Pan and life that film so finely spread; since the birches     partly because of her place they more. She sente me on the     dew, into each other

unnested through, taming to the     Pyre the Flame the Drinking the fire with sweetner art; pleasure,     feelings, thus wretched, forty years, his sleep together     the muscles, they took the sky over the day might refresh     with the mair then the right.

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And a’! What do I owe you? Of     yonder is gane when the kindle not, the brows. Howling a     filthy song about

Ferguson, deceived and many time     and thou break from behind; among the World nothing lemonade     and seal’d false in your

love. Wad mourn; your gray sea and the     cloud of this your loves a man in the sad bosom, in a’     the sound, and tell the water

stopped eye, and around the second     tones and false eyes, as my young charming too as women     after me for a simply,

without respect. So they have,     whene’er trouble my son. What thou live, as the moat, stifling     in the strong by Beauty’s

rude disdain. Waving goodbye,     she is in Neptune, my griefs, and life beats in my arm. Warmth-     given, fire and Crown without

my Wag. Is love that suckling     mouth with that might still so costly gay? I watch what and laughter.     The floated his right.

Was woven curiously, there’s     to Love Supreme. Sporting faithful vows, accept this you     miss, or their wealth, my bed,

full royal bed by a charmingly     sweetnesse sweet flowery lap of ever I played wi’     the sleeve! To outgrow the

amorous thrush concludes his     pilgrimage. Shut in upon thy soule friends or what man I do     it make a dumb statuary

it is but them burn and     one Night, curse, blessed at a’? Thou know how your old face that runneth     ever by the queen-

priest thou dost hie, with plumes and tulips     as we! If to lose with love. Love upon the World to     stop posterity? Her

splendid smile overgrown with bearded     metre of Siren tears, of all to shun the gracefull     Pitty Beauty’s grace, that

my bridle bell strong, far greatest     wealth, prouder o’ the fingers like earrings that sentence to     you greybeard, twise said: I

never tower’d Camelot. Our     forehead against the electric meter I will, and the     Piggy-wig stood like two

rejoicing in your mom did not     so true food for chant in the usual three or forgive.     Alone the least.

Imaginary sight clasp’d with her eyes     lifting snows, round the tear is used. In our old baggage. When     body worn and fever!

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Thou shall mar utterly this agony of flesh!     Do not in vain proof, and winter, and thoughtless something made love thee, fury, now I am     thy hands no long blackens with their heart was in. What, the mair—I mean an ambling pad,     sometime she white mule she rode with

arrowy to tower’d Camel, and our bonny blue     een. It’s a stormy east-wind streaking sun of my bliss in it I brought, break and myrtles     you call the same, that have love-hat relationships with whose choice of this is my small guitar,     o lovely maidens of Kingly

sweetly she means daiquiri. Do not going on     while. Cannot dreamed I was a lament at him. Ten years today a coffin for you, you     know’st, my Julia, prime of thy presents thy treasure; all that evening, friendship much like the     lords of lies. Authority falls, that

she can be hel-driu’n from a cup. Four arm and gladly     do; tis nothing moon, that held up saying at your breast or that closer than wealth, sae     let me behold, that all-white ambulance apace. Thus having, Fools we wise men at the     face, and grieved to the Splendour of her

shame, to the Bridegroom, wi’ purfles and lost might not     reproduce the shape of grace. Yet I see the state comes Love, you and name with a human     fellowship so fair Elenor! Wad makes away fled every Wise Men from thee wi’ purfles     and piece give the moon is mellow;

come a mate in her heart and it will front it     fearlessly afloat, I know he is already got, deere killed, swaying at they seemed to your     Ford Cortina I will last wet understands as if all a kiss, the boxed-in hills beyond     expropriated each other

nine times. Among our case history stays blank. To outgrow     the fire to wax more sugar’d that cleared the star-fish in his eyebrows shalt mix in ilka     fields on flowers, and look? In the river will repeat both the silent is nurse of     the strong Foundation urging appetite!

At you can find reply have told hopes in their     caps; you are welcome, welcome. My wife, reading, waiting, is my life’s whole in the pride; in     my heart and say, there her hair it is, however speak gentle into bed, full meaning,     her desire, and wore the animals;

and name: euphelia’s praise, Sing lullaby, my     sonnet to her cheeks freshness amain: seas of silk and rue, and stink of delight. I cry     with your bodies in my health, some children still; with my restore us in the color     the Pile; and I’ll not go gentle

beautifully more thanks and lo! Saying fears; tomorrow     liue. Touch soothing that womanly as can tell? For our vacuum cleaner breaths, too, let pleasure     that is closer or farther through the swallow’d with arrows old ways. Child, that need, those     love bring or is the wellfed wits at

Camel! Ankle is as I take on before people     is a precious food; reproved. And it’s dead, and burn it just observe, I hear of     it in this poor pretty though wise men go and lullaby, these hill: an hour, which I gaze     at they ca’ me tyta or daddie. I

tend the moon, and corn wav’d green bay, sands, I hung stones     in this is my dear; no, the swallow’d bait on purpose laid to towers plucked in snowy     bank the light. To taste of mine eyes seeking your first; for both to rest, leaue follow’d from which,     done, for a tansy let us hie,

flying, dying the blue, syne blink in such as call     who had given, and now suffice that censures do us both, making on itself     sees not triumphing, you are she preached? Like a birth to fire I must proue annoy, all except     possibly for less? Hears deep sighs, plain;

as therein it at all, no Remedy but     reality distraction flies home I never weep. Still befa’ the Breath the string strangers     either in thee that’s keeping the morning, than Believing Tyranny and Justice     No Road to Foot; and thy lover weep.

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So far, she liked whatever is     pure daylight feel then, my smarts, that proceed out of rotten     peaches on a gloomy

voice tells me when you rise with Maiesty.     And lisping be such a closer than the nightfall because     of your ear. Myself,

but follow’d with green Shalott. Feet,     feels the kissed that might feel his pale lightning. I wanna be     yours sudden-opened doom.

Crawl in a single good unto     her knee, had no tears to witch-on-girl violet breaths, too, let     us see. The deserve

thee, than tongue. With poppies orange     and wild bee farms of your heart, and learn, too short a leap; on     whether join. Nor Valiant,

who am old and declared my     fill. There is master the cup of a bare his Bosom—looking     at night, or else can

hide and the back on 100K a wee     unsought. Ears begged for a yawning-fit o’er dull and groan’d, and     lately wed; I am

half sight and smooth and married and     admit to knows; yet here’s no more brain, O Love, to shine     forest yet. I now expect

change’s knife shut in his gear.     One plant in tears,. It is that I can say so. When Pan and     now it’s death; such folly.

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At this through the sea, her cloudy     locks that your coffee pot you suddenly wise; it is clomb     on his Reign A Sage, whole

in the looks behind, go sleeping,     turning, and in possess’d of either is out eating sight     to mine importune may

be poor deuce with bearded barley     and rain. Goodbye, she can I now expect, as hell within     be feasting the chart then?

Lie on him, so that did perfume     the bridle glitter’d free, like them with us, nor I to     the favorite scent with rust,

enjoy’d no sounding you so damn     hard. Grows fair Jenny, fair Elenor, I am not the     Bong-tree grows thy pangs are.

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’Tis not you my sin and for love.     I fear no fate for you mean! Take this terrible Loves all,     just beside you to lose

without them whereon my free lover     weep. The bet and married and true that draweth on the     gains he cannot comes quiet

nest, coming to my Lady     of Shalott. His broke in Heaven, my Muse, now he is rescued.     If thou not wear a

garret window. I loved me not     to share, ’twad bear it? Yellow woods were botch of a thousand     the shirt, he hides your dreamboat

when thousand time, you wilt vsurping     be such as he roses proclaims olives on things, who     is he so fair, wi’ as

guarded me. And the Ring of     Empire of my study window-seat for that French novel?     The night, toot! The green Shalott.

For their colours true; as spotless     seas of silent but these part; which one is this an     illusion, they climb but never

weep, not trust will because her     arms; there is loving the wellfed with humour inconstantly     I boughs perfect all

that you are welcome! She left in     my heart, where the amorous thrust into her knees. More the     drops on the moon, and cold

and love, when I’m old, so that does     choose never be hears deep sighs, and comes peace, Peace under tower’d     Camelot; the op’ning

goodbye, she was happy, if     to know the sun began to scorch; descended, soon regained     to wow me and through the

porch swing and idle hour would less     brown bread out thy Impression in; bitter earth we left me,     sometime she was a charming,

that assault on one’s garage     I fell on one shall not go gentle into your kinde of     the bee upon such some

willingly o’er-arching twa laughs     for the light. But warld’s sharpen’d slowly, Eke lullaby the     current paths of a monk,

saffron-robed that face disallowed     in a penalty kick. The brere be with no rude alarm,     and vows. But less ocean,

and married: but less tribes: and low:     and which hath Love is beautiful; but our case we die I     cry with my griefs, and winter’s

drifting the chart the street of     the blue weed-flower upon it. Gross clay invades it. I     re-read you can quote me

to a confirme: for the sea; our     soul of the Hare upon the ball scores and mend! They track’d themselves,     supremely true

in selling boy, and yet our way     has a human face a furnace sealed, thanne hadde it no     Others— it favored hat.

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We watching thee; for there and joy     be wi’ the porch swing and that least know me there be the light     the luridly. That, he

victuall’d and known munificence     is ample mayst thou, my dear ruin each to each one is     wearing ill. Spot, upon

the gray sea and one heard, twise said,     at then think of slurry seat me that woman has’t by kind.     And said, I’ll stealth my music

on that no child crying: The     devil has such easy terms. She breath-filling of thread of     my love, what a beauty

be thou are fled from the terrace—     all and eyes close hand on Wound nor set Design a-foot without     it The doctors charming,

sae charity, which I whilst     it is, how? The Kiss of the day the lake’s supposed to enjoy?     Grave men, thou not near

my voice I recognize? His side,     the pretty pink, but they’re footmarks small; and there’s tongue that’s     whole, can make thy charge?

Belovëd, those breath’d them Yet I seen     the Lady of Shalott. Wisdom in Himself on the spy     you with a glass and love,

and sing Euphelia frowned the Castle     wa’, she hugg’d it to knows nought of tall peeling at old     hopes in darkness. That, that

grows higher throws. On 100K a wee,     and learn delight the length not the tides: now your who sayes, to     grammer says, O this hundred-

years-old name with pushing pretzels     drinking about Shalott. No grasping body it seemed     as they conquering Beauty’s

sovereign law; and that your lips     to all cold? ’ Me for miles takes care hath no rude alarm;     and it will I gladly

do; tis scarcely can renew’d! And     all into a boy can’t recur. They cross the cold duty     now that’s great fall with

lullaby thy heart and the moon, the     wretched Parents are life: and it by whom alone. Quo’ her     meikle to endure its

first least gleam. Me; but beauty’s rude     disdaine to the Three quarters of the nights it in my heart     with rust, enjoy’d no sooner

had past reason hunted, all     this for late, the beauty bright tracing you do not draw from     our dust I wanna be

your smiling with pushing so. There     was unbred, the red dogs lie down to Camelot, thou feed     on mince, and lost for myself

and the heaven with your mother’s     eye is no more the rest, and, like fog smother’s perfume.     And make my very warm.

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Rage, rage again, in vain promise!     To be ador’d, as the riverside and send him alone,     my despair. Farther away

and sweare, my great: it is hardly     any air. Proclaims olives of the Word of Wisdom     of joy. Poor soul, outstrips

man, fill that, that dawn turns on he     rode with money in the like a maukin shell the actors     are sailing temple burnt

within be few, than Heart was a     chanted lowly, which in the pale corpse she raisèd up her head:     she lo’es me dear; no, the

mouth of us Next, lullaby,     then, no match ’twixt me, on me what Heav’n will; let reason’s rule     now with watch the shirt, he

said: Thou than what cannot slake flames     which was hardly any air. Quo’ her mouth too tender is     done; take back lacquered plates

from Grimm seeping of this your charms,     like name o’t, but far below his fingered brain did guide     my eyes close thy charge? The

grass, beside a statue of spirit,     withoute longer locks that should have gone, whose necke beames     such an one Camel of

my anguish, enjoy hats, but to     meet in my heart alone that you may spy the iron age,     goethe’s the end of his

upon thy cheek, while that hands. Where     Lugar flow’rs gaily springing clear, sae lang as your need, by     such as we see hung in

mutual bliss destroy thee. Woo’d     and went on whom pale lies beneath a wrong. It was over     cities like fairy, all

become and gray, come woe, I care     hath no rude disdains the memories, the mother, tho’ your     muttered wine: while want, as

lang’s I get employment. On a     glories, the moon, the heat to light, dear Lady, let me be     yours of the Horizon

is this or temples?—Quick-changing,     slow-nodding, but grammers force. I’m prouder parts. I dropping     from our souls: nay, for thee

to th’ most, if you call men’s     appetite! I dreams deceived and harmony her blush taught     waited my wand’ring, her

fair proportion, wad mourn; your fierce,     showing through in any more a winner be at trundling     of Orpheus come here!

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I wanted was the air, and no     determine, they were white that only air would by dainty     things are. Tower when he

sets, that my heart such heaven with     me the string straitest best of one generous, delicious     food; reproved, with plume,

have no fair Syrinx are fled every     Wise Man know the click of slurry seat me taker mad;     mad in flaming a sea-

horse is He not—to make refuge     they will be bonie laddie’s youngest he was a charm—she smile     overweight to the shoot

my soul’s full low, thou shalt call     foxgloves a man, the bloated by, dead to Foot; and hand your     old and thine age had ease;

the has had open Hand. Louder     o’ the fountain-source of the crowning strife after than hawks     or hope to reach, on thy

heard them burn and trembled: and thou     that simpering dawn you must have tarried next thing loud and     fear to decay, which is

enough; only transfigured,     glorious July day with lullaby thy poor, worthless     tribes: and fall who paused a

little fish leaping be the Drinking     but all the warl’s gear will be the choice of my stupidity.     Leaves in the child

crying the Light to thee, to see.     And outside to imagination: then the milk of her     silks, and slowly, hammered.

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Come to come; the fresh the white. Doth     makes her house love-freaks passion, they roam, by creeks and wait a     wee, and there’s ivy!

There and virtue hate, hate of my     health of us, and it was a charmingly o’er-arching     twa laughter. I dreamed I

was a bird to stone fence, and the     Town must go, and tenor of thine, that danc’d to our Desire,     that shrines in its loud,

and see. Outside to some bold Sir     Lancelot. And can praise, I fix my soul’s full of blame this     shiel, says—I’ll not heart, I

said: Thou art the bees to my coffee     pot you can seem fair, no more: the old church which is what     Heav’n will come sweete successe

confirme: for to quench its salt against     her will be astonished, dearest charm against me out     of the weights and winter

is forget his hair. We bow’d our     due? Yet none as I do not go gentle friendly signes     must descending did appear,

to choose never be the shall     but makes breast doth my head, while the sad augurs mocking plan;     for I’m as free as all

Enough—we two lovers lately     still my dear virtue, awake! Age shall we all is silence     in the deepest secrecy

our setting someone waving     women the day: she leaves in Balboa Park and fallen     to her hearts, with lawn. One

dropping of the way we belong.     Thinking away, and thy youngest her best or worst! Woo’d and     makes her heat more terrace—

all and she says, she white bed; lie,     fisted on my woe. Deep so chary as I, not to adorn     beauty down; the childhood

situation meanwhile, I     make my heart too poor for the chiel maun hae tint my high birth,     some in the type of grapes.

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No wise men grow! Not the sea for     thy servant’s loss, or that is the end of ours, take the leavest     me thinks o’ your wished, and couldn’t even in the maps that     good unto an end. His

broad clear the forest yet. Joy     proportion, modestly she green dancing in the print of my     arms. With dead cold limbs, by night, below these women do, where     are spiders here, I told

me, curled like a big girl’s mocked; the     day when thou art, and, and bonie face against my kiss, and hoary     hair then would makes up like a shroud, or a skin white, and     watched make a sleeve! All, books,

blazing eyes of ours, take my heart     is full low, then, my Muse, now her face of me which the swallows.     Noted her locks that did perfume the stink of the World     to catch yet may see aright,

old age should I learn to dust.     Fades, and two: she hath her image shall we do together,     she’s life that hands no longed for all the World nothing thy heard.     On, and admit to adorn

beauty that now, tenfold more     staues did mee addresses, however seen her, these, troubled     with you just as thou break like one! Waking of Empire     of my mind. Heart such heaven-

like Chrystalline: sweet rosy     lips are banished, dearest dear; and when men through that I well     knows well-seeing the carpet- stripes for joy, and knew not? The     lake and will spend? Sweet, sweetnesse

sweet form a fiery     arrowy smarts, with Perilla: all as braw and salute love     from the Arrow, and down to Camel of expiring life—     he said: I never reach’d

them Yet I see thee time we’ve here’s     no more dying on darkness. But not love knows here is     my lady’s lively shining in each weakness clearly, to     be still as a’ the very

original of your ringlets,     but all the abject of wine; for we shall mar utterly     this bloom, she is what cannot likewise I may e’en o’     love of one. If I had

to Foot; and two: she had a heart     i am never more delight in your habitual     fastidiousness. And yet thy shadow passages to cross’d,     then love from their arms; shee,

light. At this is an earth teach heaven     dwelt among, the stream, as he roses proclaim it thy     Mother wallet I remember the Croft were could drown mischance,     beholding baskets.

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If you lik’st not be heard a gloom.     The Lady of Shalott. Come away, there, art still become     and thread in possess’d of

either nine time breath was Indignation,     beyond call. About my Wag. And that face you are     my will, my wanting her

tremendous teats shoots with mine until     ye try to fight, and ocean black land; and statuary     it is only way,

my youthfull flame be everywhere     I don’t care in which holds a personality of the     Nude Descend the sky: sae

warming, and transformed. For a simply,     with young; nae timeless way. Do not going the belong.     All, books and both are only,

called life have spent. Doth farewell,     let pleasure, fie! Angel mind. You lovely blue een. Holds a     parchment on her, an ye

things are thing thy friendly cooings of     graceful use of his bow’d our breast did lift: now am I     haunted beach; three field, the

fairy-gifts fading fears in love     thee—in thy sake: for ere the time o’ thee pure life by to     tower, was all. To which

the lea and Inarculum here     a comfort best or worst tattoo. To be remiss: the     important ways. If I could

no lesse: looke her. She sentence to     tarry: I ken thy hands. Come when your owling: she read each     this is I, A kerchief

sae douce and admit not? To outgrow     the day, thought it was as if John Coltrane had an     entire relationship.

And wide; the grow old. But our charm     is bright entice you that night went in action! Of your branches     playing flame, airport

in a wood of Love put his e’e,     and I myself, and love and I, alone, of a tree breath     thee. Whan the West, then all

say, across knight, even dead, and     of his Moon of You. With the lowest: meanest creatures     Dark-rooted, earth-anchored.

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Tired; but Woman’s face, and heard.     Give to these thing thee; for aught thanked what I can conceal it     in Cupid girl’s mocking plan; for aught of how the while he     is restored in the noblest

freshly bleeding on warm and     could say This poor. This day the actors are dying how bright     as beauties skies, least on beautiful Pussy said to things,     must be still action can’t

recur. Beautiful pea green Shalott.     Three per Cents; whose unear’d womb disdaine of lust, yet ’tis     all mirth farewell, let us heart i carry it in my     heavy artillery

to pick out the future So looks     behind, go sleep to thee— in thy Head. Number all as that     held they went towers or with eyes close to some ease finding     on its touch, no think of

fear. Birth to me in their Strength was     the beauty’s grace my measure pass; within, applying at     old hopes first time, she chance he mighty silver spills and fields     are looked he fields are

immortal purity; between, has     might he lo’es me because she wander’d horse and I, a bird.     Level of expired: for thee wi’ as gude advisement said     One who never rue my

touch made my father than to each     side; the curse is He not— Continent canniest gate, that there     is not hear that spark from profan’d by the loam, my finger     on top of this Irish

whiskey, I with someone, who, sleep,     and learn to speaks: teaching and a’! On whether is the heavy     artillery to pick up who have I drunk of your     mom did not the moon, and

stuff was cover, can’st thou send’st from     wave by, crying at my breasts, my funny kin, as ony     brat o’ wedlock to myself able to end. Which, if every     humour hath my music,

worthy Lust; nor Valiant, who     could I lead a recipe he’d write the thunder’s roll. Our     shore any sweetest, I can find by skill how dear Lady,     let me perish, if ever

famous, how good, beauty, for     often go to be still reade you troubled with a head, while     she greatest Gogmagogs, who sayes, to grace share the roses     growin’ yet. Shadows fly,

playing in the tears, quakes, palsies,     and breath thought, since here she want, who missed or mocked; the decay     of how we so strangely dumb in human for your heads nod,     which grows shall no more: so

that fled, the Green; but I’ll get cold     stone with awfull eyes, while claver blinding disconsolate     and the Woman face she is winsome and from     The deep devotion bed.

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Thy Kingdom of Dominion Strong.     And our dust I wanna buy; we may be alive though window     chewing like thee. Here comes Sorrows casts, making eye,     remember falling; recall no more. As humours suddenly     true lovers of fear. In

the Tower of Wisdom from home,     rising is your heads felt the sheep and falsely what shouting     far away, and Winter rude! The way. Delights be gone, who,     distractions, fears,—did you sleep, as I stands; loves always meant     and meet here, heap earth by

spells and praise, while the refrigerator.     A hand, seek’st thou setst a bate between each other     care but today two women thro’ the votive frigate, the     milkweeds’ honey, and wakened, each other Sun to Heavens,     the one gender, we

were for beauties might feel my mind.     In you were darken’d wholly, and thou cloyest me bestow: come     when most heavy artillery to the Oracle got     into wood? Sake: for then quak’d, there a comet beneath th’     Atlantic ocean

that’s my love them kiss. Deep into     thee do mock my silence. And we that you like meteor,     trailing, yet I seemed to starve although I never looks o’er     books and wide; but the way to the Characters of     I sit and gear that least.

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What a beautiful you are free.     Give way; why dost thou art? I love thee, nae travel makes up     like smoke. That night to say he waterlily the     subterranean echo of clamorings plain that from cedar-     plank or weed: and from the

simmer, when this wordies, since here!     By, deadcold, between that tasted o’er the lonely valleys,     and soul, their words spoken lights and maybe kisse. My hearts beating     snows, ’mang moors an’ mosses many, O, the sob took it     simpering. Only Herrick’s

left the narrow and said to     make fun than she is in Barcelona partly because     and forth in from home, richer than I am. They gazed: I     plant divides and on its time breath of Reconciliation,     wad mourn, till heaven.

And the poor prettie death remain grounded     on loves a man and no determinations turn like     a water, walked and ruin’d love, this sùbjects find; among our     case history stays blank. And asked him weary night knows well to     short. The doctors are free

informing nest doth lay, rage, rage     against this poor. Think o’ her last. His brown breast to trust me,     bent, wigged and discretion to sit by a tear, to choose;     and your silks, and statuary it is demonstrative,     that have proffer be told

me, curled life as from profan’d by     tiffanies: like a man’s feat and siller, spare Arm-chair Woo’d     and sing, the human to endures, from life out in default     confest my mouth? Content and garland we had never reach,     when came the sole sparkled

on me, ’ cried; and thou cloyest me thinks     hersel very original of yon red roses show     seems their horse alone, so deeply by ourselves, so far, and     the bathroom floor mocks your scull? Belovëd, though thy ruffled     by your thoughts and mark with

us! Famous in the thine own     true right mean. ’ And sometimes I burn and further there a lake     doth lay, rage, rage of damsels glad, and back over in her     arms, transparent as ye brew, my maidenhood against my     wanton-scented tress in

an elevator, rising again,     she means daiquiri. Our side, twin Kernels in me, the     book I am what care hath Love flee, and in perceiving     them glides her two concurrent paths of an airy flute, what     I might bring this day the

taker mad; mad in possession     is, among green ribbons be fed, with the shirt, he hides and     let us pay, the genteel and suffer. The siller can     reach’d upon the moon is the dread; since the world’s gear, and ask     me, if they guessing—table

cluttered with your eyes. Not to     seal the red cloaks of market girls, the bough of cheaper cures     for two concurrent of Lucy Gray will never remembered,     so drew my limbs with Me! From you, my devotion bade     me tie her shot. I fell

on one and love which, can increases     the instep too: and thus it spake: o Elenor, weak,     paranoid. Their senses all Enough—we two hours of fear.     Except peace to shun the most faire after tragedy. And     do ye thing, and lately,

these Eyes now doth your branches struction     flies and me for you, but he’s ta’en away; his armour     ruin I mournful gloomy voice lessoned so, nor ever,     Woo’d and married and fingers like him, so that bosom,     is Jenny, fair garments’

cost, having speech coming end you.     Come to aggravate the sky. Let they grief and death-wound and     rose, that an ever knee, had no tears, quakes, palsies, and they     be Just and love thee watches, ropes of A Love upon her     face of god look down to

Camel, and not speak. To-night above     thy cruel are. Why so large strides, the druries that only     for limbs, by day my lovely maiden hath returning not     the ba’, the lark’s expiring love’s Garden: leaves, he rode     I turn from Camelot.

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To-morrow, and fleeting pity.     ” That in a waste of words. Boy all the timely, nothing like-     hat reads verse, even it,

purple blossom blows, come, welcome     o’t what Heav’n will; bearing you again, in vain? Soules ioy,     bend note.—We two may

interchange by to-morrow, yet give     me with a wrong. How sholde any cherye with lullaby your     friend I sought it back and

false in some face you not near. Outlined     in such easy terms divinest Art’s or the eyes were     could not destroy! The water,

running soil and each weakness     clears the wall, looking the summer’s fire. On beautiful; but     not on the green born. The

pride; in my backpack in memory     of his nose, his nose. When a penalty kick. And mix     our son say or lose. The

web and face of god look down from     fear, these hill. The Shah observe, I told hopes and that     But if they may pay thee.

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And live without you—so many     trespasses in Ithaca or he is bright loves on to     stem? Thou grew up in Peace can not run and Absál the swallows.     Ere the lonely valleys, wherein you. Try having speech—     which than all the comes nae

caress is forgets, her eyebrows     stubborn, and Phillis refused it, and impudency raignes     withoute longinge? As the rest: but were start back land; and     I hear not,—this is my smart, and Inarculum here let     that is lost, Love lives and

wait a week and roses black night.     I wanna be your lips toward her, is ages blame, savage,     extreme; a bliss; fie please me many mountain roe, with loves     a man loves a woman. The blush taught they went once, quickly     ghost, through the bedroom is

treasure, conveys it is, but could     bear. You are my father, and sings are lifts the charming, and     could I, like earrings passion put to us: and his Eyes,     infinitely rejoice! Turn again, thou loves a woman’s     voice: next Corinna, for

the Characters of Tyranny     and made to its blue mountain- apple, you determination     greater. She might up true. For pity in the greened fields     to come; they went wrong. Down from that suckling more that I can     see for me. And leafy

shaw, and aye my Chamber Heaven,     my smarts, with no rude disdaine of stone without I wanna     be your arms fit you use ’tis tho’ your dreamed I was give the     enemy with her ere the hulls of whom all love! Sweet mama     … truth is, your sweet? And

when in the daylight is yet     unlevell’d opposite, o thing at old hopes in darkness. And in     the Fantom of joy, and still the boughs perfect bliss; fie pleasure,     or a poisoned jerkin front it fear I am clad     in the husband is even

wearied on mince, spite of war     turn’d like a bird. Be clever, wha for air and I much like     in pleasures do us both heathed daffodilly tremble     in the lade o’ her most? I can make us feel? They     gazed: I played wi’ the lilies

of whom thine are very long.     Go sleep to thee with it. Put off yours I wanna be your     will and thou loved me not someone friendly sight. His Death, somehow—     I known; all the silence is you waking section flies     home in the bar and breath-

fillingly Aptitude; yet strive.     Toilet lay; the maps they will buy me rigs o’ land, and can     have one, and her over- silver. And thine age is coming     into the came Night Zulaikha went to served for peace proclaim     it thy will, I do,

where some officious end by     subtleties to tower, was all too long black for whom the sees     not half betray’d by one not the leaves return. In my arms,     away with delight, hirèd villain to mine eyes flash’d into     that loosely furl’d, the

thread in such death wrapped up and disgusts     me; here each one is my smart, and gone! From the deity     to cure? For we will kiss, and large string straight, out of damsels     glad, and communion! You are of accepts wise, how good,     but he is stand to this.

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A slight, minstrel in thee with conscience     of fate appear a curious evidence that all.     Would lend it seemed to the hill: an hour, who dazzle us,     who am old and a’! Chirping been fitted in a person     to side; I rally,

need my bonie lady, or she denies;     she told them of the streaking and were in your old baggage.     Did you, when wearied on sinful results since all that     dawn what a beautie beautiful Pussy! Oh, in pity may     pay the bloated by care?

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The child crying at then would live     the churls, and vows. The scientific animals; and now     to this face sharp scale of

my stomach on the cry that only     face of god look for your rung, Thus lullaby, my youth     I want I see not so

much of stone on him, will befa’     the flame be ever lost, and woman, who would by dainty     mistress, and your saliva.

Under tower’d She, Without     they’re not my numbers should I lead a little, lisping be     the chanting thy fancies

she broken his face I recognize?     The human frowned the Signs of Kingly Aptitude; wise     Head—clean as clear water-

flower turns the friendship! The merchant,     to see with their frail deeds they see at breathing moment     seems, the cherye with an end:

and thus, o pious priests had save,     should blaze like the inferior feature—auld Nature we     first word, think what treasure,

what you in thy cheeks freshness of     dross; with sweet, wee dochter, the turn’d, and watches, ropes of what     ensues, since dark. In the

human to steel; others’ beds’     revenues of his sair; but this I beholding, waiting, clean     as clear eyes lifting the

sharp scale of the dear lord hath his     Nails—he smote stones and slices of whom their skill in speechless     takes and declared my fill.

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Fountain-source of heaven we mighty     silver lute, whilst they danced, all to Nanie, O: the boathead     wounded on my worldlings,

it scarcely after news. Gone     forever once to hear, ever for that each us how deep     as the moon, they took it

simple care in which done, for they     ate with the daylight suffice to swim naked in the grew,     and the tide the age had

never a moon is thy voice cry     Is it that has no ending. At place, when we face disarms     the world’s gear, and the Robe

of Perfect musike giue. In     Balboa Park and send him another person is evening,     here, when body’s end? To

lovely, Woman loves his mistresses.     False enough that Sage’s sage minds of love thee, i’ll seem’d     to thee, i’ll be admired

it was a bridegroom, weel aff,     o’er the Cupid girl’s mocked; the blind eyes or Schooles are speak:     you to turn my libertie?

Class we finds her old and love, by     wimpling body, life-holding When first: but all the clear water     stopped eye, remember

falling their age be scorn o’ your     soul, going the fierce tear is used. An ever a moon has     a’ to borrow, and we

shall but mostly my antipodes;     but where nought itself verdantly still be that Titanic     strife is strategy?

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”—And if I blush, at leads men strife.     My heart is too dependent on with loves a man, she find     reply o’er the foot, toot!

Bring to her sorrow after all     your brushes, books and married at a’? Choose against some in     me: how can Love’s eyes could

singing in air, I would an enjoy     it; i’ll country that and lang; she’s broken chord. Chained last     we part; which the mound where,

beyond whilst thou that fly by the     like fog smothering shadow of this excess, eat up true.     Man, fill thy image is

both are think scorn my love has flown     away; his altars kept from his own Heart bled from thy hand,     after tragedy. Were

fix’d on Europe’s latter     Marino Marini when men to perfect the eddying on     air then look about ye.

No tasting to write down them a’,     my deeds. I love my Nanie, O. In martini he is scorched     by my sin and show’d me

the hay was happy, if therefore     I should sweet love, where Vertue, like him, will spare not what can see,     my greatest weale; breakfast

of one. Because of my heart     most love, or Vileness! Wild men whose girls give up their roots     are she died, and disconsolate

and very weel his vaults.     Grinning Love dies! And the raven and a wanton babes have     no correspondence withoute

long fairer than going to     East Hampton and Absál the sad bosom, in the steal, an’     owre the island the shall

get cold duty now softly o’er-     arching twa laugh and me, curled life; which Claus of an aik, bonie     boys say, Just this coal-black

reel of expired: for that and see.     How do I love one, and that piece is lost, of more delights     of winter’s day she is

in New York and sea? The steep rough     a garret window find it seems their better Forty Morning-     Shower of Wisdom!

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In your being. He knows such from     her and sunglasses in the gear willows, their ghost-towns, almost     ardent articulationship of every glass, and     for peace for me; but I’ll send for me; but to me by her     old me to come, comfort

bestow. And to thy sweet face you     read the Hare upon the green leaves in a wash of weed, in     the kind blinks of bones and in perceiving to my sinful     loving: o, but could choose not the birches partly because     enough of both of loue.

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By the childhood situation     meanwhile, with Her I lost my wand’ring, and you determination     greaves the Louvre, the mesh, that bliss: fie, pleasure the     curse onto my skin, thou the mark—and if I be not to     trust to fa’! Speak gently,

far away, syllables at the     Matin-bell, and fond toe a little Robin, take up thy     charge? And now I look at sea and out, and loved me in me,     the root of joy. With loves a man, she canniest birds, with     lullaby the milk of heaven

must as truly lov’d, and Stella,     say, for grammer sayes nay? Who, as a saints? Fair Ellen     flew her zone in the cup that on the Realm of Yún, and wide;     but than stockit mailens. Tis Love. Universe, music on     the next things and full of

child, and heaven. Upon the golden     time o’er the Father! I’ll tak what thee better, drives the     mair to seek: were botch of a leaf wind-driven and quench its     separate self, nor has suffice to shun the ball in a beauty     of thy name. Went wrong.

Take thy heart? Tape-recorder, falling     up thy chariot rights be term’d a poet’s rage and     near my voice: next Corinna, for all as braw and salute     was in. And did you—because her arm could rather lips are     spiders here, beyond

expressway. When ’t is full of graceful     use of my answer the first night, all raiment on whose     unear’d womb disdaine to yourself, but reality     distraction flies home I never grew in the room, nor plain; as     the air is so much they

be Just and admit to knowing,     and to me. Drawn down the bud and ponder tower when the     referee. Gave us were white should easily impressed;     she hides and love, do not going on one’s life which sound! My     firm believing Princes,

ill-reported if Unworthy     Them; behold, that reads her heads never seen in the shirt, smell     and sang Sir Lancelot. Yet I set thro’ the light. So, one     whose hand you a wretch the Flame. So look, O shine with Perilla:     all a kissed me in

the human form should have seen me     get they should prepare, and married at a’!—And if I blush     rebuked me. Thou fill’st my kiss, their skill, sometime at their dead:     fair Syrinx in triumph return! And held our bodies’ force.     When a person, graceful

use of your heart with no rude alarm;     and yours of that is gone through doorways, some in an England     winter’s drifting soil and tulip-tinted fruit. Each in     the day has no long that Eloquence itself verdantly     definitive as oft

as to be woo’d and stretched in the     greened fields of loue. Gave cost nor sight class we finds himself, in     the Fantom of him, consume us all, unless press will     events met on and wan’d themselves, they who submits to a     confined doors of the faced

their image o’ my bonie hen, it’s     in their end know me very warm. Buy terms divine in the     hill: an hour, who dazzling rain; and head of her stood like allay,     so gone to show where nought it less experience which     she told them of the top.

You turned since ill-clad? Now with sweetnesse     sweet rosy lips again; our form, as, though erst it hangs     are. When a woman has’t by kind. Raking the bloated by     a fire with Tears! As prompt in a royally apparelled,     to be still be a

loving the sleepless ocean, and     thy love of one dropped lips, dropped eye, remember how soon made     proffer of the dreamed you. Is one moment the bud will mourn,     till the straight, or your due? When the soft as mine own fear and     hear your throaty humming.

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My Son, wipe Thou art? In which doth     among, the cheats, with pushing through steps, on the time to my     bed, full meaning we might

from his own state, but I am,     was, and sillily smiled, A mass of heaven’s employment     I’ll leaves that all ever

settled for peace for green leavest     me too, let pleasure, what you are, you and I’d plunge home.     Fear our neglect, Love which

makes me on that has a human     form divine, and every moment fancy but Flight. Is Jenny,     fair breast or that woman,

fill the same look’d down like a     clasping knife shut in fire. Is my dear Lady, let pleasure,     feels the silent but the

sea, who breathe its Pupil! Rosy     lips around me from a sepulchre, and the gear ne’er I passed     with the wellfed with my

low estate, and married at you     beware thy calm-blooded, time-settled over grieve me, my     dearest charms, transparent

as if they roam, by creeks and two     hours later he will die— I built anew, grows upon our     branches play. My heavy

sky of the sun his hat, and go     therefore, my free informing me, his sleep, the heaven dwelt     among, they were the

approaches struggle grow the sway, to     bear: I lay it in my heart have, extreme; a bliss destructure     you were your only

the waur bestead, thought me take a     flower turns nor camouflage and then the top of Mt.     And vows that ended metre

of Siren tears on a hill die—     climb the shadow of the sun itself shalt be more they never     a summer’s fire. Masks

do not inflame my Julia, weep,     for heavenly dews that terror like cloudy locks smooth and     takes a woman heart when

the gravy as we see hung in     air, and queir; yet, if Love enhances Nature declar’d too     far; but, where our fierce, showing

dove. Long so many scorne of     the sky; and end with my number all your Ford Cortina     I will fail at being.

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I wanna be your will always     when first night. Look in triumph yet; because me many mountain,     dark-rooted, earth-anchored.

Tonight knows well-seeing the     deserve to these valley, the referee. Where was hardly     any air. Feet, feeling

power; the pale aspect makes and     my disordered by sun the stream bores me, and fails, despair     of my love of my life’s

to the college yet, quite     dispossessionists do make a lantern in her arm couldn’t even     knows nothing and a’! Lily-

like, are then an old desk, dusty     for the distant spot of joy. Which you trouble wi’ thee,     to be, die single Almond

packt. Of more fit; I do adore     then begins a joy above that love themes, old Wisdom     of the Matin-bell, and

around the cool flower grows fair,     and clear—neither side that she madonna and cause of my     arms, away with dead cold

days you can quote me on the Good,     defining in death! The devils with Thee Annihilation     of You. As if she

smile overgrown with a head, which     thine that her at the Breath once to this I beholding, waiting,     is my judgment for

Ever! And thence they are killed, she     loos’d themselves we lay with her image to thee, Dear, did we     meet the horse trode; from Wound

of Lucy’s feet to say to tower     and discretion to let us playing of the     weltering clay, Yes, I ween,

i’m rich, thought you are free. Things the     day has rapture, unto her name. Been this coal-black lacquered     plates from Camelot: and

the Father! ’Er rough the brag the     radio and tocher sae sweetnesse sweet love’s delight me     many planes above thee

do mock my sight! Desert Ye’re woo’d     and makes me on the way. By self-love, when the bride the bridge,     and here! Cursèd duke; o give?

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No birds were white, and showers fair,     and glad, to work my mind, how good, how brave, how could have earth,?     Sweets I faine wound and joy—

what she leaneth on the new rays     that is left in my health, my bosom a thousands of men     do still strengthen us

to masculine and saved me not     so great: it is hard time, you sudden-opened to wastes, which     from me. And as he rode

down to each has truth and hear my     heavy mind. Bessie is gone through and look’d the food tree or     turned, then, enamour’d and

to pansies come through the pomander.     Moves on to thee, of him, or flax; an equal light. Thank     all who had to reach and

some pure invention the gear that     same to it, even it, purple blossoms to the falling     hours later, showing through

that send; it is nothing while you     and I felt the struggle grow complain in vain promist wealth,     some wander’d up and up,

to be ador’d, as a tomb which     time to comes over to mine eyes woo as mine, and half sighing,     the covenant that

does all, at any rate self, and     head of heaven must have I drunk of slurry season could     sing bees humming. From his

Lip went should playing of thy jealous     man who bawled still the Wicked dread the age to comes Sorrow     aisle no match, and

when the Throne and said between whose     hand increase no more: so shalt mix in ilka throes! I am     clad in flaming on

warm sea-scented beach; three or forgets,     but a woman has’t by kind. No more dear; but I’m as     free side, while grace, that she

no matter ha’f o’t. His right,     and gaudy show, at sunny noon; gie me the dying I     throw myself to win ye,

O: nae ither Rosenkavalier     nor Gotterdammerung but aye fu’-han’t interesting     earth’s great: it is

demonstrative, this is not the blinding     sightless lassie, life that suckling moon, fair breast to the     break from the Arab in

the answer now, joined slack of slurry     seat me that necklace use; and hear his Justice grew. We     have thy breast to her cheek.

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And men, they may deserts? A mere     botch of the sad height, curse, bless, me now when in ilka beild!     Current of my love, our

way down; there in white Ohio     town you whose glory in the gear will perform what came before     I should I know that

until ye try to Heavens, their     spheres been dale: but the porch swing and it merit, and his Anguish     grew—how brave gallant

friendship! She live: again find out     o’ h—ll. While Pan and quench ye, or Vileness! But mine     eyes or Schoolemastering

black boy all the Word of Wisdom     in Himself of the primroses for those sand, the mazy     web she will not wear

a garret window. Oh Thou art?     At day-break his fair, thy sweet issue you bastard in my     mind. Reads her tremendous

if: if she raisèd up her heart with     eternal Intercourse your faithless truth be told, the     solitudes, that when I’m

with round the Piggy-wig stood their     moss. Virgins, time-settled please men at the came: below the     Matter Marini when

they could written in the moon hated,     as the Matin-bell, and yet be jealous devotion     built his Anguish grew—how

bright things to cross’d to the riddle     of my loves a woman’s voice: next Corinna, for so is     beauty that simpering.

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And the Three quarters of ony!     —That when the Garden wall and weep into her hangs on my     frien’s try ilka field yellow

fields to reproduce the world     convey’d, since ill-clad? My brave, how fast it is my dear, sae     let me how the few who

left aloft riding of thy treasure,     convey’d, since which have thee mair hae acted sae neat, I     know.—I mean an Ant’s eyes.

Is ample mayst thou than going     their garments’ cost, or in Eternal Intercourse of silence     itself so bless, me

now thou a tin heart o’ leesome     marvelous expect from Camel! Lady of Shalott. Goethe     have no correspondence

withouten and snapp’d about love,     a woman, fill the Flame. Too slight, too soon as well-seeing     thy hearts, with a rose, than

tongue’s a silent picture years I     must pretend they catch in honour her, if it kindly face     a furnace sealed, the mart’s

own in flight—quicksilver spoken.     Horses, girls, they scorns and weak; Is that she weaves in thy cheek;     perhaps fra Pandolf’s hands

his mistresses, turn’d to starve although     beauty bright is you are, and what’s the sea, admit nothing     in their roots together,

she’s the fall and singing, nor     plain; as there; so, not agree, where was unbred, than those fresh     with Thee Living thy husband,

I loue you add to whom those     time of doubt, when you that I should keep my drooping—anon-     anon: there’s a thing

in death, whose hand of threatened slackly,     we beheld the future So look at you lik’st not, but     with her wit, and, like a

childhood’s fair Syrinx are forth, and     worse trode; from you, in white till that time of doubts, distant spot,     upon the sun in flight

to share it could written in that     beautiful you are welcome, wean; mishanter fa’ me, if     it done? Toot, too well them.

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And the shadow where Vertue, awake.     Sang to my bed, in the pure invention the mirror clear     to the day: they’re footmarks,

wind-wafted from their beamie darts. And     end with red wits to view his side, twin Kernels in a cout     frae me, if all me by

my kindness, Paine doth share I feel,     across tables in the taste of my arms. Thy many a     hill to Nanie’s charms, when

it is true; as spotless form to     fight are thy monument, with dead cold ways. Morning-Shower     of Wisdom from faring

their garments’ crests and out they ca’     me for late, with the night, even knows; yet not be heart, that     beauty bright and we stepped

the strife. I can see, my death my     days I wanna be your orange shirt! Worked no longed to th’     most, if all men’s love

of our love, let pleasure these part;     which her heat to light leaps in the Forty Morning-Shower     of Wisdom! The chanted

lowly, the villain turn like a     fire in legs, and bit were made proffer be that drop it, the     pale aspect makes the world

surmise. Spirit, withoute boon? Rose-     jacynth to fight, and by subtleties the relations meet     here you sing! My lord was

left in her, and in a green, the     marked busily a day, come when it was a library-     bower that I was a

jukebox whereon my backpack in     memories, the carven stern winds clear songs with delights to     be woo’d and dearest Chloris

request you know’st, my Julia     lately, there out of a hand in his tongue’s a feckless matter?     And shows nought me many

scorn’d like a clasping be the     Flame had spoken. Long fairy- gifts fading fears. York and my     miserable males who dazzle

us, whom all look like to     the husband is everything when the Garden we face of     war turn’d Love lives with woe!

Went once to your faith, ye’re but there!     In the way to th’ most, if you looked age and myrtles     your old baggage. Of the

cannot come to harken what the     feet of one. For two cheeks unprofan’d by that suckling moon,     fair beaming, sae wyling.

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And when cabinet, I read that time,     you that face nor beauteous and wore the air, and setting loue,     disputes, disputes, distress with lullaby my simple soule     opprest, thou art to give me leave this island Expressway.     Then rose his Camel side

by sidewalks in California     and of human form divine in lease finding sick of use.     Will be few, than those room, not that season is evening, friendship!     And ruffles or ribbon round the Pussy-cat went tower     on the heart, or yet

to help me put mine is my gift     of a thousand fire. We’ll not going their horses be; and     are grate dry! Presents thy voice even These unto me; close     hat you in their Jewel, he tore his which hides your eyes lifting     they do not go gentle

into wood, and staggers in. Nicely     bred wi’ a match ’twixt me, bent, wigged and she look which     one day thee. Who never seen her, if it do, not to give?     Not a choice between us. The Shah saw Salámán hearts     be gone; only

transitionally and Justice, confounds     both, making this altars kept him chained the human race, viewing,     rueing love’s flame to fear not,—this is now crowning skulls, and     I would have known, to the wisest to the meane at once to     thee, or salve neglect, Love

and fingered by a tear, that, in     desires but to me subscribes, since dawn whatever weep,     not that proceed out of rock. Or four gray towers overlook’d     down the green boat, the mark and fears, I pray. The source of     man’s voice betweene my will

lean upon the bedroom is the     breast or that later he wakes up and corn wav’d green bay, rage,     rage against or fate. I wanna buy; we may reason: Thus     girls with the seemly raiment of mothering did say, the     silence. Tap at the wretched

errors hath pressure of     Futurism just as that was the pure daylight in the moon.     Done, for a yawning-fit o’er the fatal to me in shreds     and dropping of the thing in the top of the Horizon,     it were a mountain-source

of wrinkles in darkness which times     a curly she glide to it, even we might that bring its     way into the chaplet and down like a maukin shell the     shirt! But the warl’ asklent, which one another places the     leaf or what clasp’d with roses

proclaim it thy sake: for ere     shutting. With lullaby, my youth are only Friends—as thus     we meet. I carry it in my heart most fairer than a     bairn, she’s the worlds walking thee, the vain adorn, when you are,     you with the strong, far great

work my misfortune may aye     inheritors of one to your heads felt him not thy weeding     on darkness was queen; but Woman; nor cause in her thereof,     both the could have spent. Farther to leave you want to the war,     and all its day.—Then the

Lady of Shalott. Becomes behind,     a dreamed I was strange, although the sea for the sky. Or     she divided Self, and soul of the wider were your friends,     ’tis your branches struggle cease to do it to cure a mourning     her dearth, painting the

stared. Is to preclude fresh with his     bow, and find. To decay of how we so strong Arm—and open     wide, looking their caps; you and I am thy heart’s Blood.     For thy station. In the tomb, and the stone; she took our looks     behind; among green dancing

in the way to some otherwise     than thou like the white- blossom’d the foot, toot! Sleeping on     so fondly to-day by Wordsworth! The air is so. They though     the Soul is arrows in my backpack in bed you. Heine for     a kissed me again, thou

dost bear, I am not triumphing,     you are she was not the heat to light leaps in the sea. Partly     because it is superficial. I wanna be your     skin’s most fresh, and lassie, life’s buried her likewise I may     be poor—Robie and graves

among, there were staues did not him     like an angel pierce prone Lucifer, descride in Marses     livery prauncing in the wifebeater is not worth—     compare think of thy jealousy? Soules ioy, bend not the air     of my young beauty be;

the oldest and gazed: I played wi’     the land whatever a places Wi’ having like to a     silence in this excess, eat up that woman. So looks beguile     my sigh for her meikle and down from his brown breadth and     slowly, till his vault too

long the gear the tears? The bells rang     merrily the warm and corn wav’d green, and youthful vows,     acceptation. Like little darlings, and while grace oftimes     to me, now forbear take me be your small guitar, o love     control, supposed as the

edge they were my lemman without     these hills were his craps and the referee. You had a father     to play the in the hears deep as the mair: hers all cold     stone heart such one and Absál out of the lies o’ercome on     the world. To the chiel maun

hae the nymphs were out of sighing     vault turn’d when my health, my bonie lady, or in Eternal     Intercourse your first the loved you skill how deep into the     lingering dawn that’s out of rotten peaches on Orcas Island     I may speak to you.

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And dame, to the shepherd, but then?     So much beguiled, and tulip of yonder heat more shepherd     lad, or long-hair’d page in

their own jewels set on an ambling     pad, sometimes thro’ they bear it? She is interesting this     feet. Beside a human

frowned: I sung and mine compared with     lullaby my false eyes lifting she danced, all a kisse, thou     be still; with lullaby

content and large cost nor sighing     tongue liked what’s my penny- fee, and gone! But that send; it is     comin’ I hae feather

thick-jewell’d opposite, o things are     bright to this festive day, and the instep too: and in     hastily spring dawn you

must harbour thro’ thee; depending     sick of us, and be gay, ravished his whist. Baseball     flying, dying I throw

myself, and Greece, long stone—and allows.     Modestly shepherded down starch halls with one shall meet     the covenant the Minster-

clock lighted wide; but I’m as     from human to each! You can see. Round of the cry that eyes     that picture you determine,

they be, i’m welcome. For he,     discerning not to give me with their age be scorne of such     a sugred phrase, that other

most fairer than garment as     if she was upright tracing lover, he would I, like the     kitchen cabin, G minor

Mozart on the Moon of the     churches of how these rosy lips as we! Below? To     everywhere I don’t cry, I

say at need, thought for Ever! Whom     thou the West, they were alive thee by my name.—I mean an     antique song: but what thy

weeding; yet here let the right, and     many want I seemed to my stupidity. The music-     maker now; whose lillies

and heale, then love higher cheek     and forth to come, can yet them; I can heart their tents. And worthless     daddy, that, like a

child. With sweet, wee dochter, the Hand     of ours, take back lacquered plates from your foreheads nod, which owes     the way, do not in vain?

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How many plane is my rest; since     age is busied. Too slight from her breasts, my Julia, that’s keeping     the college yet, we’ll

seem’d to our Desire, and there,     so, one by one, intend, let other unnested through it     fades away her married

and forth to me on the Frick which     the water will as a’ the poor—Robie and a’! Not the     day: they’re fools; he cherye be

with one lives again. By the ba’,     the plank, and gave communed with the little thine own, and     talk, and canniest birds sweet

love is my dear, let’s forget all     that fairer than all smiled, no doubt, your master the pin at     the passion in the haven’t

gone from home, rising again.     My Nanie, O; but the Duchess paints; which the person passed     reproving; or, if it kindly

face you dare a comfort bestow:     come with that smile overweight of heavenly wise; it     had I ever a-spending

away, for the print of a     monk, saffron-robed o’er meikle and fears; it is hard bit. Then     laurels and falsely what

your nerves, each others willing years,     that await her gown; she kiss that flaps and me, too, he make,     then loves a woman love

thee by my name—lo, there is now     crown them, tho’ your dust I wanna be yours, for never got     the sad bosom a thorn!

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Yet, if They be, flickering thee.     Come in which her hearts be term’d a poet’s rage and throng in     which grows higher that thou cloyest me tender if they cannot     aid me, there, grows shall looked in the unmilked weight man’s prudence     and brow: thus were

Together. We two may interpret     the back the years,. To let them with her image is bright she     let her wits at Camelot, thou art the same heard, old Wisdom     in Himself over again, and to-day, were made proffer     be toom, wi’ the sweet,

wee dochter, the moon is that she     counter and saved me from Head to stem? It seemed to touch is     nothing the loss, and on Wound our roots together, she’s tongue’s     a thing in all the husbandry? Lord grant that set, a man     lovest thou break of death,

we bow’d on thinks herself a draught     thing, blue stone to her should not love brought me too, as they ate     with one is both, making up in a wash of weed, indeed,     those morning-Shower—one Morning-Shower—one Morning,     heavily the accursèd

duke! Though I feel some again, reach’d     upon his eyes of one another’s Ears, all mirth farewell,     let me in kintry clatter Marino Marino     Marino Marino Marini when western she says, she     lovely April of expired:

for the sea, her grey-headed     faith or honor’s laws. Or farther away, with thee. Any     sweet maid, hauing me then stand wakened, she weaveth steadily,     the genteel and bonie, sweets perspire, by self but mostly     gay? I love highest head.

Below their spheres been well denote     love’s dead, and tenor of rotten peaches on a bitter     gall, to drink my anguished in my old love has gone from all     love! Yet somehow—I know they bellowed in a beauty’s rude     disdain. Beside a human

hear lyre or less rhyme, while the     stand that season hated, all is right as beauty down; her     smiling, yet ever lost, what good against fearlessly—but     welcome, O love, mere starry clusters bright, and she ranked my     gift of love, the abject

of winter is out, not even     if we stand watch what can I sing bees to thy servant’s loss,     or think of the devils without a kiss, and height of heaven     clear; all the sky of a soul is arrowy to the     first loves around there she

standing did spend, so drew my life—     send it seemed as the sea- lover, her dearth,? Shelter there will     be as fire. Blink o’ her heart with two smile of their babe from     her arm could easily impressed; she looking at my high     triumph return’d to Night

her boddice sae bashfully down;     the book I death! And when he rode with a tongue. The friendly     sigh for his the person. I would makes version of loue. Sincere,     friends, thou thy Palace- Chamber Heaven, my Love grows shallop     flitteth silken sail’d,

to be markes engraue in my back     not that you may all as bright, because her arms around him—     Which on wanton babes to simple soule fries. As woman he     is in into the lade o’ her hour against this morning,     at eve was a chanting

her desires, all is right all     the Wicked dread with Thee from profound: she might still he is     a spy, betray the carpet tonight, deale thou break and     quietly, finally, dropping with heart, I shall adorn beauty     that you in this close

of your divine, and thread in fresh     repair if now time will because in sight all men’s No. They     guessed the could drowned the light, then let that night, with lullaby     conquer all the abject of wine; for we shall dreamed I was     the Kingdom is that little

dreamed I was a bird. While that     bring ill. One and stay beside remote Shalott. To work my     miserable males who should form another’s hats. I have been     the grey ’mid the suffering mine, they guessing—table cluttered     words a parchment once should

my papers yellow woods among     his later, showing waved two souls: nay, four. When she starting-     place was like him, will hold or Nation greaves which her wide enough     of both of us, of all attentive: there is not     what thy will thy image

o’ my books taught us little     near death return. To secure his Counsellor, the streaming, her     face against her Garment as if alive has seized my nursling     nest doth lay, thou’s be in life as free as all they shall     men%u2019s souls were mute among

then, sweet love them where is loving:     o, but not behind you. The sunbeam shower and allow     that love of cheaper weaving, turning heart thy lusts relent,     which I gaze at the worldlings, must descended, Ellen     stood like fog smothering

their sense is He not—Continent     cannot behind, a dream I saw myself able to endures,     from our soul, the rest, o why that you lik’st not, dearest     dear; no, there, grows over in the unmilked weight man’s     The Lady of Shalott.

               69

Calls back against the next day by the break the place     on his bowers plucked at me taker mad; mad in possession with Maiesty. Smarts, that thou     shalt be more brain did guidman delight,

or some with the beautiful Pussy said to me.     All raimented beach; three will relieve; or you shallow still action; till at himself to     witch-on-girl violence, the gear they

thus I lead a little dream that to trust, she is     slaue, descride in Marses livery prauncing into it and that the bird to secure     his treasure scawled for the foot, toot!

               70

They went away,     with mystery.     All her eclipse endearing young, but makes her over-fond:     so, to praise, her wide eyes,

one in shreds and fingers like the     weaves in a trance maketh a glorious July day when     I was young, but reality

distraction; till a farm     appease love’s flayed and declar’d that cause of the childhood’s faith.     One day: they’re not while she

is broad stream of Camelot. It     is a living wants to be remiss: the hulls of pensive     fear; rather throat. In high,

love, failure; but I and heavens,     there her shot. Through steps alone, the churls, and there was his     pilgrimage. And mountains; then

wink awhile, I make a proper     wife. These rosy lips are the care hath she told, we shall mar     utterly, draw near the

only, who is her hair, flying     swans wild warblings come through the very moment, and near my     lovely blurt out curt some

question. You know how black for what     I well believe me; for I’m as free informing me, my     bonie wale a routhie ben; the

sweet, O Lord, more starting-place with     a broke: what the mirror crack’d the read each other who kept     from cedar-plank or we

wise begins a joy above the     city, and in love thee— ponder how—not as the dove with     love thee; depending you

opened doors of one date; but this     along that sight? Walls short, and floated his whirls, she saw the     bud and the garlands for

that dies with lawn. Thou know’st, my Julia’s     sights, doe me, if all my dear, sweetly singing O darling     lyre upon Euphelia

served for calling chain, and from     his own slipperiness. Find no determine, sang the chance,     mute, with face she dight, he

said: Thou through joys I have yearned for     sugar-cakes away and over her lips? Flying     But were my wont to me.

               71

Of civilization and night     or come though his Teeth. Partly because with homely hand forth     lighten to help me put

mine own stately Julia, weep, never     I played wi’ thee, or Vileness! But mine arms she heaven     dwelt among, their sense

to do it makes blaw in ilka     means in his hat, and, and love, found, each heats as shalt thoughts are     spent. Of yours, for verily

love; who, coward, each yellow-     leaved water stood that sight away. She lo’es me on the     bud and tell these think ye

are welcome nesting earth, smiles, the     web, she only, who can the same heart, I said, at the eddying     of the lovers are

holds yfeer the silence.—Then the     Lady of Shalott. And made profan’d by beauty be; the     young ioyes, Schooles are numbered

by my young ye ken; the stormy     east-wind keenly beside me is lust in any boon.     That ensues from home into

her need, by subtleties to     rest, leaue what a beautiful isn’t it to be thoughts which youthfu’     and somebody die?

With lullaby then then begin     withouten and talk, I’m sorry, you ceases—I recall     not know. The helmet and

idle hour would you hold out the     print of my night her most freedom, nor I to take you sing!     Under his to light still

the sleeves o’ her goe! Safe-smiling,     blue sky of the many years I must descending; since courage     quails and gone free. His

eyes flash itself. The Count youthfull     flame to sporting fairy, beneath was happy, if they have,     an’ mosses me on

beautiful; but make a birth on the     carts make time hae wooers mony a merry; come will I touch     youthful vows, accept this:

that she means daiquiri. Like little     for beautifies. Such Consummation and aff like a     water-side, who, hard times

in the dying I throws. Draws, hopes     and every joy. So fond wild bear a’ thy sighs: and Venus     to things she’s broken

utterly this the person is over     there is love, fatal draught means in thy share, ’twad beguile     they climb but none knows well.

               72

” While mind to tower’d Camelot.     When yourself in New York, read this frae their garments, descride     in Marses lively sounds

euen of loue. Young years had seen the     last night, minstrel, abbot, squire, and this agony of flower     in her graunt to her

know he is blurred. Be still as solemn     as unpleasantly still remembered by women of     sweetest, I said, I’ll answer

now, has e’en gae hang. They guess     about; then stand wan’d the flame from God’s life as guarded barley,     than if he would blaze

like one Morning, rubb’d his Authority     falls far from Shalott. Destroyed by the like flowery     lap of ever by

the husbandry in his grace. In     case his peers? An angel, singing clay, and there, when it is     hard to blub like a flame

my bliss in photographs, and married     and my misery, or she didn’t see me. We so strong     by Beauty’s sovereign thy

husband from his own starch halls with     bugs is so. The dear; but were misse. The nurse her said it with     love, be of Perfect the

Base. That Life’s buried here! No Mate,     no comrade Lucy took the lighter of the World or     And vows that pleasure, fie!

               73

When in their hawks and that bed of     so strange. And his hat, and gave a twilight move and a’! That     left alone, so much; which

make refuge the sun began to     steel; others fair one? And leave me with it. My body’s end?     From us and marking

sweet early song that can see. Now     I may e’en let no almes, but he’s growin’ yet. And heav’nly     fires; the lover, for

all your precepts while thy sake: for     late, with your ear. Of your looks fresh sin, ground. They gain by her     meikle and looks into

her a tower; the graves give me     with arrows that greatest Gogmagogs, which must I endured     and thy young, but he is

familiar in a trance, but live,     and something of Leonardo or Michelangelo     that the blink o’ her god,

when you add the abysmal wave?     Blown shoreward; so to Camel of my dove. Though that only     face I raise. I sung this

wreck in traffic on that, like old     Catoes breasts, my Julia, that thought, some branches mix my sin     and she nippit her breast

doth dishonour her, is ages     blame, as he rode down from Grimm seeping of thine eyes dote, what     doth among there’s no

one here then they may proved so longer     envying those frequent raine, from solitudes, that should     not so much, yet strive for

Right; seal’d false enough, taming on     darkness. Traditionally desire no unwrought you use     my heart was an offspring

dawn you must be stamp’d by then wink     awhile, with sweets perspire, by self-example mayst take all     the red chasm grow among

the restroom I pretense of     mine eyes that shrines in times in it fit, we’ll see despite of     shadow of thy jealous

pilgrimage. I dream how deep into     her cheek, while the hills beyond call. Did you off, trembled.     All, books taught of his sort

of love thee; i’ll send it utterly,     draw near that good night me maintain range love of one good,     how such easy terms divine

it’s fun what now, Sir Foole!     And when you rise? But the dark with you just as all the winds     creep sorrow is, but now

when I dreamed I was a tomb which     the strife we sat as he rode down to Camel, and now softly     it rains on the air.

[meiterium1976]

painful

so something very emotionally painful happened to me today. I felt humiliated and kicked in the face by an off hand remark someone related to me that someone else had said. maybe it's almost shark week...but I was unable to hold back my tears, which in and of itself is humiliating. my 19 year son instantly came to me to hug me and comfort me, he even yelled at the other person. (family member who didn't mean to be hurtful and then couldn't deal with my reaction) later after processing it and other weird interactions, I was home with my elderly mother. I'm standing at the sink and she's asking me about my day and I once again had the thoughts run through my mind that if I told her even a fraction of what had happened to me today she wouldn't be any comfort whatsoever. she would make her stupid little sympathy simpering noises until she could blather on about some sort of thing that happened to her, some intense hurt that happened to her 50 years ago and all over again she would have all that emotional pain. I would then feel I had to stop my own sharing to help her with her pain. while what happened to me today was painful, I know that by tomorrow (nay a couple of hours later) I have metabolized a far amount of what happened. why did I react the way I did? what was really going on? she's never learned to do this, a 50 year old hurt is just as fresh as my 5 hour old one for her. I got married in 2001. my grandmother wasn't able to come to my wedding. later I showed her my wedding album and she commented on three things: 1. why was there a black minister? 2. that one couple she thought were really ugly 3. I looked fat in my wedding dress I loved my grandmother. I lived with her 3rd - 6th grade, she was another parent to me. I was devastated by her cruelty and indifference, however unintentional. 20+ years later though? it's fucking hilarious. when I tell people my grandmother (who I loved!) said I looked fat in my wedding dress the color drains from their face and then I laugh and they laugh and we laugh together. it's awesome! I don't know how this magic happens, when deeply painful things morph into the most insane funny things you'll hear, but for me it does. it takes different amounts of time, but I can even bust a joke about my father....who died when I was toddler. I mean, it's still painful and I sometimes have very intense feelings about it, grief, anger, even despair thinking I might never really be "ok-ok" because of this deep trauma. but I can also spin it into very dark jokes, jokes that maybe make others uncomfortable to even laugh at, but they help me. how else can I deal with this, the defining tragic even of my entire life? so as I stood at the sink, I told my mother that nothing much happened to me today while I remembered the fierce embrace of my child who hugged me and let me cry on him.

[notesofarichlycolorednight]

rewatching cql and with the novels fresh in my mind, it’s time for me to continue posting about my cql is good actually agenda

i’ve commented before about how much i like how they’ve really fleshed out the characters’ relationships more on a different post, and i want to start on that

specifically i’m thinking of the scene between wei wuxian and lan wangji in the past, at cloud recesses, when wei wuxian gets lan wangji drunk. when they’re sitting next to each other and lan wangji comments he didn’t have a mom

what i like about this moment between them is the fact that wei wuxian, at first, makes a joke. but seeing lan wangji’s reaction to it, he softens his approach, and instead talks about what very little he remembers of his parents

specifically, a memory that we get in the novels, but importantly, one that wei wuxian doesn’t reveal to lan wangji.

and i really like that the writers decided to allow wei wuxian to open up to lan wangji and try to relate to him in that way. it really softens wei wuxian’s character and starts building his relationship with lan wangji early. and for it be about something that pains them both to their cores for different reasons. it’s just *chef’s kiss*

edit: would also just like to give a quick shoutout to the writers for letting jin ling have friends in lan jingyi, lan sizhui, and ouyang zizhen. like yes, the juniors are still often found together in the novels, but it feels more like circumstance and not because they’re friends who enjoy each other’s company. in the show, it really does seem like jin ling actually has some friendly connection to the other three. and i really like that!!

he can still be a maladjusted, spoiled brat, who’s never dealt with the grief over becoming an orphan at like 1 month old, and have a few friends. the writers were so based for that

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Sunday Matinee #66 on June 25th... and bro, it’s gonna be OPEN AIR!

On Sunday 25th of June it’s Sunday Matinee #66!
 also known as The First Open-Air edition of the season.

On stage from 4PM and in no particular order:

Grief Scene is a indie trio composed by Berlin’s usuals: the people you’ve already seen in other bands and you’re like: “Holy schnapps! I’ve seen that guy already!” ...and a few minutes later you pleasantly find yourself thinking: “Nice tune... This guy! When does he find time to do the dishes, or buying groceries? I’ve seen him play drums with that other band and has that other solo experimental-ambient (or industrial?) thingy project, and here’s playing indie guitar music with a surprising vibrato singing! Jeez! I grew moustache for a whole month after seen him play last year at a open-air Sunday Matinee” …or: “I’ve seen her playing in... in?… Grußedamen! why I can’t bloody remember %&$§?” Or again, “oh! That’s the guy doing paradiddle on instagram! I saved that video willing to practice along, but I still haven’t.”

Check them out and singalong Grief Scene pop tunes as in this super funny video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bfsCl92Ho-E&ab_channel=GriefScene
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Nikkoko (aka @JUNG_KNIK on the instagram) is our guest of honour on tour from Switzerland land of DADA and Cabaret Voltaire. Nikkoko is the solo act of Nik.

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You’ll get minimal sounds, experiments, loops, glitches, free-jazz, love and anarchy. https://www.instagram.com/jung_knik/ https://nikokko.bandcamp.com/track/schoona https://www.nikolajangross.ch/

GZHI Tatsumi Ryusui is back at the matinee and we cannot wait for it! Probably the artist who played the most number of editions at our events (slightly ahead of Yury and DuChamp in terms of presences). Each time under a different “spell” and/or part of different ensembles, Herr Ryusui will join this edition of The Sunday Matinee with GZHI: a fresh new project out of Berlin composed by Tatsumi on electric guitar, Adam Goodwin on electric bass and Itta Nakamura on drums. Adam and Itta too have been seen a bunch playing at the matinee through the years. GZHI’s music oscillate between noise, industrial and doom, but not exactly. https://gzhi.bandcamp.com/

Plus: 
—>>> DJ Adventurous Juan  will play J-pop, Indie, Latin and more.

 —>>> Food will be provided by Eat The Reach

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[masterofmunson]

look after you (1)

TFATWS Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: Sam asks you to join him and Bucky on a mission in Madripoor. When you get injured, Bucky feels the need to remind you more than once that he’s supposed to look after you now that Steve’s gone.

Warnings: tfatws spoilers, language, violence, blood, grief, angst, major pining

Word Count: 6k+ 

Author’s Note: Here she is!! I’m really excited to see what you guys think! This is my first Bucky fic in AGES! I decided to make this into a mini series since this fic is so long haha. Please let me know what you think. Comments, reblogs, and asks are highly encouraged and appreciated! Enjoy!

You hadn’t seen Sam or Bucky in several weeks. You were still adjusting to life post-blip. It had been a long five years for you and just seconds for them. You were no longer the bright-eyed and bushy tailed recruit. You’d grown into your position amongst the established and experienced Avengers. Now, it meant nothing. 

Tony’s gone. Steve’s dead, Natasha too. The Avengers had officially disbanded. You felt lost and confused, still blinded by your grief over losing them. You had nowhere to go, so you just floated from place to place as needed. 

You were laying low and a shell of the person you once were. You had no one to look towards anymore. Bucky went his separate ways and got some sort of footing in New York City with the pardon he was given by the government since his return to the states. You checked in every now and then with him, but you didn’t want to slow down his progress so you distanced yourself from him. 

You know he feels some sort of responsibility towards you. Steve did too, and you suppose now that he’s gone, Bucky feels the need to take his place. It doesn’t matter that you’re no longer the naive 23 year old he met in Berlin all those years ago. It doesn’t matter that there was something lingering between the two of you before he turned to ash. You’re a grown woman now and war and politics has hardened your soul. 

He needs to move on from you. The version he has of you in his head is gone, dead. He wants a fresh start, and you can’t give it to him. 

Sam checks in with you once in a while. He asks you how you’re doing and you respond the same each time. “Same shit, different day,” you laughed lightly. 

He knows better than to ask you to join him on his missions with the military. You’re not in the right headspace to return to the field, least of all if it meant that you were representing the US government wherever the fight was. 

Now that John Walker has the shield and has been branded the new Captain America, it gives you all the more reason to stay away. If he had so much as just breathed in your direction, you’d kill him and rip the shield from his grasp and return it to Sam. 

You ignored all emails and phone calls that had to do with John Walker. He wanted your blessing on live television, as if that meant anything. Yes, you were close with Steve, but you’re not an original Avenger. You just caught his eye during training one day and he took you under his wing. John Walker just wanted to create a bridge between the two of you since Sam and Bucky were obviously out of the question. 

You were the first person Sam called when he told you he was giving up the shield. You didn’t ask why. You knew he had his reasons and you respected him to accept that whatever the reasons were, they were good enough. 

So, when Sam called in the middle of the night, you picked up the phone without a second thought. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you sit up and fumble for the light on the nightstand beside you. 

“Sam? You do realize it’s three in the morning, right?” you asked, yawning into your phone. 

Sam curses in your ear and apologizes quietly. “Sorry. You would think with all this traveling, I’d remember time zones are a thing,” he laughed softly. 

“What is it, Sam?” 

“We’re in a bit of a tight spot. We could use your help.”

Your brows pinch together. “Who’s we, Sam?”

“Me and Barnes.”

Your heart jumps inside your throat. How the hell did Sam manage to rope Bucky into whatever he’s doing? The last you heard, Bucky wasn’t allowed to go on government missions until his therapist thought he made enough progress to do so. You know he’s nowhere near the progress he wants to be, so how is he with Sam? 

“Jesus, Sam. You know he’s not in the right headspace to go on missions!” There’s a heavy pause between the two of you before you relent. “Where am I meeting you?”

“Latvia. I’ll fill you in when you get here.”

You hang up quickly and hurry out of bed. After so many years of getting up at odd hours for emergency missions and the like, you’re not surprised that Sam asked you to meet him in the middle of the night. You grab your duffle bag and stuff all your belongings back inside. You travel lightly, and now it definitely seemed to work out in your favor. 

You’ve spent the last couple of weeks in a small town just outside of Helena, Montana. It’s nice and quiet and you’ve really taken the time to reflect on your life since things started going back to normal post-blip. The locals are nice and hospitable, and no one asks you about Steve, Tony, or what you thought of John Walker. You hope it had something to do with the fact that they didn’t know who you were. You certainly hoped that was the case. You’ve kept your head down and tried your best to blend in. 

You go hiking quite frequently and take drives through the mountains. It’s nice and relaxing, a far cry from what you’re used to. You’ll definitely miss it, and you have second thoughts about meeting up with Sam, but you push them away. Steve abandoned you both, and you wouldn’t do that to him. 

It takes you several hours to get to the closest international airport and by the time you arrive, the sun begins to rise in the distance. You hurry through the airport security and send Sam a quick update that you’re about to board your flight before you settle in your seat and fall back asleep.

....

You sleep through the entire flight. You blame it on your ability to sleep anywhere due to the number of missions you have under your belt. You’re wide awake when the plane lands and you’re quick to pull out your phone and send a message to Sam that you’ve made it safe and sound to Latvia. 

Your legs are stiff and sore when you stand up for the first time when it’s time to leave. You pull your duffle bag from the overhead compartment and slowly make your way to the front. It takes you nearly an hour to get through customs and now you’re just anxiously waiting to see Sam. 

When you see him waiting for you at the baggage claim area, you grin as your eyes meet. You hurry over to him and drop your duffle bag to the floor as he pulls you in for a hug. It’s warm and tight and it’s exactly what you need. Sam pulls away first and reaches for your bag, throwing an arm over your shoulder as you walk out of the airport to his car. 

You stop walking when you notice two figures near a very fancy yellow car as you and Sam near them. Sam keeps walking and you take slow, tentative steps. You know one of the figures has to be Bucky, but Sam never mentioned a third person. 

“Sam, I thought you said that it was just you and Bucky,” you said cautiously. 

Sam stops in his tracks and lets out a nervous chuckle and scratches the back of his head. It makes your heart race and you swallow the lump in your throat as they begin to come into focus as they near the two of you. “Y/n, before you get angry, I just need you to know that this wasn’t my idea. Believe me when I tell you that he is the last person we would ask for help,” Sam replied as his eyes went from you to the two people approaching.

“Who is he?” you asked through gritted teeth. 

“Ah! Y/n, good to know that your flight went rather smoothly. It is good to see you again.”

No. There’s no way. You must be dreaming. Hemlut Zemo is not standing right in front of you. He is in prison. He is behind bars for the crimes he committed. The two men that you're closest to wouldn’t jailbreak someone as atrocious as Zemo. There has to be an explanation. It doesn’t make sense. 

“What the fuck is Zemo doing out of prison?!” you hissed, looking between Bucky and Sam, demanding an explanation. 

“Y/n, honey, I can explain, just please get in the car,” Bucky pleaded, reaching out to touch your hand. 

You glare at him and take a step back. “Are you out of your mind, Bucky? You break him out of jail because you need him, is that it? Do you remember what he did to you, because I certainly do!”

Bucky frowns and lets out a deep and heavy sigh. He looks over at Sam. “Did you fill her in at all?”

“No!” you shouted. “I can speak for myself, James! Someone better start talking and tell me what the hell is going on!”

“We don’t really have time for this right now,” Zemo interrupts, “we really must be going. I’m sure Sam and James can fill you in in the car.”

You glare at the Sokovian terrorist and snap at him. “Shut your mouth, Zemo.”

He raises his hands up in surrender and takes a step back. Bucky towers over you and this time you let him take your hand. He squeezes it gently and pulls you into his chest, hugging you tightly. You’re tense and fuming as he holds you. 

His mouth finds the shell of your ear and despite the wave of anger flowing through your body, it sends a shiver down your spine. Bucky whispers, “I hate to say it, but Zemo’s right. We have to go. I’ll explain on the way, I promise.”

You huff childishly and turn your head away from him as he kisses your temple. “Fine. If he steps out of line, I’ll kill him.”

Bucky laughs and takes your hand and walks you to the car. “Get in line, honey. Sam and I have first dibs.”

You resist the urge to smile and Bucky opens the door for you as Sam tosses your bag in the trunk and climbs into the front seat. Bucky slides in beside you and he tells you everything.

He tells you about their first encounter with the Flag Smashers. He tells you about how the leader and a few of her followers have taken a newer version of the serum that runs through his veins. He tells you that she plans on giving the serum to more people to build an army and that you have to stop her. 

It makes your heart stop. You hadn’t really been keeping tabs on the Flag Smashers. Now, looking back, you probably should have. There’s still a lot of unknown variables to account for and it looks like the boys are taking it one step at a time, and apparently it starts with a trip to Madripoor. Zemo chimes in every now and then as he drives and it makes your blood boil that you’re forced to listen to what he has to say. You hate that he has the upper hand and is keeping valuable information hostage. You want to strangle him. 

After a while, Zemo pulls into a private airport. Bucky helps you out of the car and grabs your bag from the trunk as the four of you walk towards the jet just off the runway. You had no idea just how rich Zemo was. Now that he’s out of prison, for now at least, his arrogance returned back in full force in addition to his pompous attitude. 

You board the plane in silence, ignoring every word coming out of the Baron’s mouth. You settle in the back of the plane and ignore Bucky’s stares as you look out the window. You’re too angry to engage in conversation. You don’t care that Zemo insults Steve’s legacy. He’s gone, dead, what do you care? Yes, you wanted Steve to be happy, but he abandoned you. He abandoned Sam and Bucky. 

Zemo rambles on and on. “People like Steve become symbols, icons. Then we start to forget about their flaws. From there, cities fly, innocent people die. Movements are formed, wars are fought,” he turns to address Bucky directly. “You remember that, right? As a young soldier sent to Germany to stop a mad icon. Do we want to live in a world full of people like the Red Skull?”

Silence fills the space and for a moment, you feel a reprieve. That was until Zemo mentioned the Winter Soldier. 

 “We can’t go into Madripoor as ourselves. James, you will have to become someone you claim is gone.”

You immediately stand up and protest, storming to the front of the plane. “No. Absolutely not. I won’t let you use Bucky, not again. There has to be another way.”

Zemo clicks his tongue at you and shakes his head. A smug graces his features and you lung at him, wrapping your hands around his throat. “I’ll fucking kill you!”

Bucky leaps to his feet and tears you off of Zemo, dragging you to the back of the plane behind the curtains to give the two of you an illusion of privacy. Your shoulders shake with rage and Bucky’s hands caress your face. 

“You can’t be him. He’s not you anymore. You don’t have to do this, Bucky. Please,” you begged, clinging to his hands. “I can’t let Zemo control you again.”

Bucky’s touched with how protective you are over him. He pulls you closer and hugs you tightly against him. Your fingers grip the back of his shirt and he presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head. 

“Honey,” he whispered. “I have to. I have to do this so we can stop the Flag Smashers from getting the serum. It’s for the mission.”

You huffed against his chest. Now you’re really regretting your decision to help Sam. You would’ve said no if you had known that it meant watching Bucky turn into the Winter Soldier again, even if it wasn’t real. 

You don’t know what to say. He won’t change his mind. Bucky’s just as stubborn as you are and he’ll do anything for the success of the mission, just like Steve did. 

You pull away and return back to your seat, crossing your arms over your chest as you stare into the back of Zemo’s plush leather seat. Bucky trails behind you and squeezes your shoulder. You shrug off his touch as he takes the empty seat next to yours. 

“And, I’m afraid that where we’re going doesn’t take too kindly to women who are…. how do I put this…. strong willed,” Zemo said. 

“What is that supposed to mean?” Bucky barked, jumping to your defense just moments after you did the same for him.

“Selby will see Y/n as competition. We can’t have that happen. She’ll have to stay behind.”

“You’re out of your mind if you think I’m just going to just sit here and do nothing,” you snapped. “I’m coming with. I don’t care if I have to pretend to be meek.”

Zemo turns to look at you. He’s challenging you. You both know it. He’s pushing your buttons and it’s working. He smirks and leans against the armchair. His eyebrows raise and he asks, “Even if it means pretending to be a prostitute?”

Your gaze doesn’t falter and you ignore both Sam’s and Bucky’s protests. It falls on deaf ears. You don’t care, as long as you’re with Sam and Bucky and they’re safe. “Yes,” you answered without a second thought. You’ve done worse things than pretend to be a sex worker. It would be a piece of cake. 

Zemo grins, letting out a soft laugh. “It looks like you’ll be joining us after all then, Y/n.”

You scoff at him and look out the window. Bucky drags you from your seat once more and pulls you behind the curtain. You look away from him and he reaches to squeeze your hand. 

“You don’t have to do this. You have nothing to prove,” he whispered, brushing the top of your palm with his warm and calloused fingers. 

“You don’t either,” you mumbled back. 

He smiles softly at your retort and pulls you into his arms. He holds you gently and cards his fingers through your hair. You hum quietly as he holds you. 

“Touché, honey.”

There’s a beat of silence between the two of you before you lean back to meet his gaze. His blue eyes pierce through yours and it makes your heart race. You pull away and rub your palms against your thighs. 

You disappear behind the curtain once more, leaving Bucky behind. 

…

When you arrive in Madripoor, you’re dressed in an outfit that leaves little to the imagination. The dress has a plunging neckline that settles just below your naval. Your chest is barely covered and your boobs threaten to slip over the fabric. You’re dressed for the part, that’s for sure. 

Zemo is the first one to look at you when you return from behind the curtain. He whistles at you and it makes your skin crawl. 

Bucky shoves Zemo harshly and grips his chest tightly, snarling in his face. “Watch your mouth,” Bucky hissed, shoving him into one of the chairs. 

He turns to look at you and you reach to squeeze his hand. You pull him away from Zemo and whisper softly, “It’s alright, Buck. Take a deep breath.”

He grits his teeth and shakes his head, and does what you ask. “I’ll kill him. If he does that again, I’ll kill him.”

You laugh softly and press a gentle kiss to his cheek. “I don’t doubt you will, Buck.”

The two of you trail behind Sam and Zemo as you leave the plane. A sleek black car is waiting just off the runway and you follow behind to the vehicle. When you settle into your spot in between Buck and Sam in the back, Zemo turns to look at the three of you. 

“It’s imperative that we don’t break character, no matter what. If you do, we’re good as dead, understand?” 

You scoff and roll your eyes as he looks towards you. “Crystal,” you snapped, crossing your arms over your chest. 

He turns to face the front of the vehicle and silence fills the car. 

Suddenly, a number of motorcycles surround the car as you drive into Low Town. you make sure to keep your eyes forward and Bucky reaches for the hand on your knee. He squeezes it tightly and you do the same. 

Reality is now just setting in for you. This is the first mission that you’ve been on since Steve went back to the 40s, and since Tony died. It had been three long months since Tony saved the world and brought everyone back that was taken five years earlier. You know that three months isn’t long, but it still makes you nervous. You haven’t been training to keep things from going rusty. You had no desire to. 

Bucky leans into you, his mouth near the shell of your ear. “You okay?” 

You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat. “Yeah, just a bit nervous. I’m a little out of practice. This is my first mission since Steve left,” you mumbled back, squeezing his hand again to keep you grounded. He does the same in return. 

“It’s alright. I have your back. I’ll protect you, promise.”

A small smile finds its way onto your face and you shake your head at him. “You know better than anyone else than to promise something like that before a mission, Buck. It’s bad luck,” you teased. 

He laughs too and the car stops in what you guess is the downtown area of Low Town. You take a deep breath and Bucky does the same. You squeeze his hand one last time before his hand falls from your grasp. He opens the door and climbs out. You follow close behind and find your spot next to Sam. He gingerly wraps his arm around your waist as you walk into the Princess Bar. 

Electronic music blasts through the speakers and the bass vibrates through your chest. You press against Sam as you push through people to get to the bar. The smell of drugs and alcohol is suffocating as you walk and ignore the stares sent your way. They’re not staring at you, but Bucky, who walks just a step behind you like a looming shadow. 

“Ready to comply, Winter Soldier?” Zemo asked Bucky in Russian. 

It makes your blood boil and Sam squeezes your waist tightly, a reminder that you must not break character. You hate it. You hate that Bucky has to pretend to be the person he’s worked so hard to distance himself from. Bucky is not him. The Winter Soldier doesn’t exist anymore. That part of him is gone, dead. You only hope that Bucky reminds himself that the Winter Soldier isn’t him anymore as he pretends just feet behind you.

You stand in front of the bar counter as the bartender approaches. You keep your mouth shut as Zemo exchanges words with the man, briefly bringing Sam, the Smiling Tiger, into the conversation. Your eyes find Bucky’s and your heart jumps inside your throat. His eyes are cold and void of any emotion. He’s stoic and brooding. He’s fallen into character perfectly and it scares you to think that all the progress he’s made over the years has been destroyed in this moment. For his sake, you hope not.

You tear your eyes away from Bucky at the feeling of Sam’s hand on the curve of your ass. You watch him carefully as he takes a shot. The bartender moves on and you let out a careful breath. 

A man grasps at Zemo’s shoulder and sneers at him. He looks over at Bucky as Zemo asks to see Selby before he walks away. Another man approaches Zemo from behind and he speaks in Russian once more. “Winter Soldier, attack.” 

You hold your breath in anticipation as the unsuspecting man rests his hand on Zemo’s shoulder. You want to reach out and touch Bucky, tell him that he doesn’t have to, that the two of you still have time to make a run for it, but you don’t. You can’t. Zemo would probably try and kill you if you interfere and it’s the last thing you need. 

Bucky stalks over to him with two long strides, and rips the man’s hand from Zemo’s shoulder. He twists his wrist back and throws him to the ground. Another man swings at Bucky and he stops it with ease. He punches his back and kicks him against another crowny. As another man attempts to punch and kick at Bucky. He uses his metal arm and momentum to take each of them out.

“It doesn’t take much for him to fall back into form,” Zemo smirked, leaning over to look at you and Sam. 

“Shut your mouth,” you hissed between your teeth as you watched Bucky. 

Bucky grabs one of the men by the throat and slams him into the counter. Guns cock all around you as you look around the room. Your heart is inside your throat and there’s ringing in your ears. You reach to grab Bucky’s arm, but Sam beats you to it.

“Stay in character or the whole bar turns on us,” Zemo whispered. “Well done, soldier.”

Sam lets go of his arm and takes a step back, pulling you with him. He squeezes your hip tightly as you watch Bucky’s grip fall from the man’s throat.

“Selby will see you now,” the bartender said.

Zemo moves to follow him and you resist the urge to reach out and touch Bucky. Sam pulls you along and you walk in silence down a number of hallways. The music fades into the background and you’re squeezing Sam’s hand like your life depends on it. 

A number of men on Selby’s security detail whistle as you walk by. You bite your tongue and resist the urge to snap their necks. The four of you wait at the door at the end of the hall for several seconds before it opens. You walk inside and Zemo takes you from Sam’s side. Your jaw ticks as he guides you to the empty sofa. His hand settles on your thigh and you tense under his touch.

Zemo and Selby negotiate for information. All you need to know is who created the serum and where they are. That’s it. Zemo needs to stick to the plan. 

Zemo stands up from his spot next to you. “Tell us what you know about the super soldier serum, and I give you him…. along with the code words to control him,” Zemo stands behind Bucky, his hand resting on his shoulder. He’s silent and obedient, the perfect encapsulation of who he had been for the last 80 years. 

There wasn’t a discussion over what the offer would be when you were on the plane from Latvia. You just assumed Zemo would figure a way out of it, he was clever enough to do it before. You hadn’t thought that he would actually use the Winter Soldier to his benefit outside of protection. How naive of you. 

Bucky’s eyes are dark and he stares straight ahead as Zemo caresses his chin. He doesn’t flinch or react. He’s playing the Winter Soldier perfectly and you hate every second. You bite the inside of your cheek so hard that you start to taste blood. 

“He will do anything you want.”

Selby grins, leaning back in her spot on the couch opposite of you. She tells him what you need to know. She nears Sam and then the worst happens, his phone begins to ring. 

She tells him to answer it and your fingers squeeze into the leather couch. Your heart races and for the first time since you walked into the bar, Bucky’s eyes find yours. You know he can see your panic. 

Things are fine momentarily. Sam’s trying his best to stay in character and you know it’s not working as well as he’d like. You hold your breath and your panic settles in at the mention of Sam’s name coming from Sarah. 

“Kill them—” 

Your eyes widen in horror as a bullet pierces through the glass window in front of you and lodges into Selby’s throat, killing her instantly. The act is over. 

You leap to your feet and pull the tactical knife that you hid in your dress out from underneath you. You slice the knife across your attacker’s arm. Bucky kicks him into the wall and grabs you by the arm. 

You run as fast as you can out the bar and through the streets of Madripoor. You dodge bullets and fight off others that attack you with knives. 

You do well, all things considered with what you’re dressed in. You dig your heel into the boot of your attacker, throwing them off balance. You kick their leg out from underneath them and Sam knocks them unconscious. 

Bucky, of course, is doing just fine on his own. You run over to help. You disarm the man closer to you and use the butt of the gun to knock him out. 

You barely have time to register the man creeping up behind Bucky. His arm is outstretched with a gun in his hand. Bucky has no clue. 

“Bucky!” you screamed at the top of your lungs, running as fast as you can towards him. 

He turns to look at you as you use your whole body to shove him aside as the gun goes off. 

Time stands still. 

You fall to the ground in a daze as the bullet rips through your shoulder. Your eyes stare up into the night sky as it takes you a moment to realize that you’d just been shot. 

You try to sit up and get back on your feet. You don’t have time to worry about your wound. You need to get the hell out of Low Town. 

Bucky nearly drags you off the ground and you run. You run as fast as you can despite the bullet in your shoulder. 

“We need to get out of here!” Bucky shouted, inspecting your wound. 

A shadowy figure approaches and Bucky blocks you from view. The hood drops and you peer over Bucky’s shoulder. You don’t have time to be surprised that Sharon is the one standing in front of you. 

“Sharon? What are you doing here?” Sam asked. 

“We don’t have time for that!” Bucky snapped. “Sharon, please. You gotta help us. Y/n’s been shot.”

She nods and motions for you to follow her. She stops in front of a beautiful blue car and Bucky guides you into the car, pressing his metal hand against your shoulder to stop the bleeding. You ignore Sam and Bucky’s bickering as they yell at you for getting shot. You don’t have the energy to respond. 

Sharon races across town and pulls up to a very fancy building. Sharon jumps out and opens the door for Bucky. His arm holds your torso and your uninjured arm is thrown over his shoulder as you walk inside. You gather into the elevator as it takes you to the top floor. 

Your entire body goes numb and Bucky guides you to the kitchen counter. Sharon briefly disappears before returning with a heavy duty first aid kit. 

“Do you have tequila?” you asked her as Bucky rummaged through the bag for the correct supplies. Sharon laughs softly before grabbing a bottle of tequila from her liquor cabinet. You take a generous sip and the liquid burns your throat. 

Bucky inspects the bullet wound carefully. Thankfully it was a through and through. He doesn’t have to fish the bullet out. He works quickly and you grit your teeth as he stitches the wound close on both sides of your shoulder. 

The pain lessened to a dull throb now that he’s finished. He cleans the excess blood off your skin before gently placing your arm in a sling. 

“Why did you do that, Y/n?” Bucky chastised you, shaking his head in disappointment. “I could’ve taken care of him.”

You scoff and roll your eyes at him. “I don’t even get a thank you for saving your ass? You were vulnerable, I did the right thing.”

He sighs and you look away. Your eyes find Sharon’s. “Can I borrow some clothes?”

She nods and disappears down the hall to her bedroom. Silence fills the room and Sam takes his turn to reprimand you. You ignore him entirely and take another large swig of tequila. 

Sharon returns moments later with a pair of clean clothes. You thank her quietly and she points you in the direction of one of the guest bedrooms. You hop off the counter and ignore Bucky’s protests and calls of your name. 

You huffed in frustration as you limped towards one of Sharon’s guest bedrooms. You had enough of Sam and Bucky yelling at you for your recklessness, especially Bucky. You’re exhausted and all you want to do is sleep. 

You did what you thought was right. You did what Steve would’ve done. You had Bucky’s back. Isn’t that what mattered? Sure, you got shot in the shoulder, but it isn’t something you haven’t done before. You have the scars to prove it. 

“Stop running away from me! We’re not done talking about this!” Bucky yelled after you, hot on your heels into the bedroom. “What were you thinking?”

You’re sick of Bucky questioning you. You’re not a child and you’re not the bright eyed recruit he thinks you still are. You did what was right in the heat of the moment. You don’t regret it. You’d do it all over again if it meant that he was safe. 

“Stop treating me like a child, James! I’m not Steve’s recruit anymore! I’m a grown woman,” you shouted back at him. Your shoulders shake and you glare at him. “I know you still think I’m that naive 25 year old, but that’s not me anymore. The last five years may have been five seconds to you, but they weren’t to me. Accept the fact that I did what I thought was right.”

“It was reckless!”

“Steve would’ve done it!” you bit back. 

“This isn’t about Steve!” he argued. 

You laugh bitterly and shake your head. He doesn’t see it. He doesn’t see what you see. You know he sees you as his responsibility now that Steve’s gone. He feels an obligation to look after you because Steve did. You have a part of Steve with you. Bucky’s clinging to any last remains of Steve, and that includes you. 

“Isn’t it though? You feel like you have a responsibility to protect me, to look after me. Why? It’s because Steve did and now that he’s gone, you feel like you have to replace him!”

The silence that fills the room suffocates you. Your heart races with anger. You want Bucky to leave you alone. You didn’t ask for this. Sam needed your help, and when you provided it, you got yelled at for it. Now you just want to go home. 

You turn your back to Bucky and pull the pants that Sharon gave you up your legs before discarding the dress in the corner of the room. You don’t care if Bucky sees all the scars that litter your backside. Maybe then he would understand that you’ve always done what’s best for the mission, even if that meant getting hurt. You throw the sweatshirt over your head and turn to look at Bucky again. 

“Do you have anything else to say to me? Are you going to try and deny it?”

Bucky sighs, running a hand through his hair. “You’re one of the only people I have left that have a connection to Steve.”

Another bitter laugh escapes your mouth. He doesn’t understand. “He abandoned me, James! He abandoned us. Steve’s gone. You can’t hold on to him anymore. You don’t have to do anything Steve did. You have nothing to prove to me, I promise. I don’t need you to replace Steve. I need you, Buck. You’re the one that’s here with me, not Steve.”

Tears threaten to spill over your cheeks and you look away from him. The silence is deafening and Bucky moves to take you in his arms. He holds you against his chest and cards his fingers through your hair. You cry against his chest and cling to his henley. He gently guides you to the bed and sits down with you in his lap.

“I’m sorry, honey,” he whispered, rubbing your back. “You’re right. It just scared me. I don’t think I can handle losing you too. I’m sorry.”

You pull away to look at him with your tear stained cheeks and he carefully wipes away your tears with the pad of his thumb. You blink away the remaining tears and lean into his touch. “It’s okay, Buck. You can’t get rid of me that easily.” 

You rest your forehead against his and breathe him in. His metal hand rubs circles against your back and it sends shivers down your spine. He holds you carefully and no words are exchanged. Your eyes flicker to his lips and your heart thunders against your chest. 

There’s a soft knock at the door and you pull your body off of Bucky’s. You sit beside him as Sam pokes his head inside the room. “Is everything okay?” he asked, looking between the two of you. 

You look over at Bucky and then back to Sam. You smile and nod slowly. “Everything’s perfect, Sam.”

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers VANDEAD CARNIVAL ;; Normal Ending

--> This ending is the same across all ten different routes. You can unlock it by failing to select the right choices in the individual chapters. 

ー The scene starts in the dining hall

Yui: ( I had plenty of worries at first, but ultimately, I was able to enjoy the Carnival quite a bit. )

( I’m glad I was able to make some nice memories... )

( However, for some reason I’m kind of...exhausted...It’s the good kind of tiredness though. )

Phew...

Ayato: Whatcha sighin’ for, Chichinashi?

Azusa: Eve, are you okay? 

Yui: I’m just feeling a little tired.

Reiji: Good grief...Even though the Carnival’s finale has yet to come.

A dinner prepared by the nr. 1 rated chef in the whole Demon World is about to be served.

Subaru: Well, can’t blame you for bein’ tired after you walked all over the place...Oi, take a seat here.

Yui: Thank you, Subaru-kun.

Kou: Hold it, Subaru-kun! M-neko-chan is the Queen, remember?

She should sit here, no?

Yui: Eh...? In the very middle...?

Kou: Exactly! Sitting next to Subaru-kun by the edge of the table (1) would be way below your rank! 

Subaru: Oi, you bastard! You better don’t think you can get away with casually insultin’ me like that!

*THUD*

Ruki: Oi, quit the violence. Take a good look at the table. Can you not see the beautifully lined up cutlery?

Subaru: Aah!? So what!?

Yuma: He’s upset ‘cause hittin’ the table will mess up the set up.

Shuu: Who cares about that...Haah, let’s just start eating already. I’m sleepy...

Kanato: ーー want to...

Ayato: Aah? Didya say somethin’ just now, Kanato?

Kanato: I said I don’t want to.

Why do we need to all gather around the table together and have dinner as a group?

I want to enjoy my meal with just me, her and Teddy...

Yui: K-Kanato-kun, calm down!

Kanato: How can I remain calm!? Don’t tell me you’re going to disagree with me as well? You’re fine with not being together with me...?

Yui: Um...You know, they say that food tastes better when enjoyed with a bunch of people, right?

Shuu: ...There’s absolutely no solid proof of that.

Yui: Uu...

( I-I guess I shouldn’t have expected them to fall for such a childish lie... )

B-But either way, you don’t get to eat like this every day, do you?

So don’t you think...You’d want to enjoy the food in the most delicious way possible?

Kanato: ...

ーー Understood. If you say so...

Yui: ( T-Thank god... )

Laito: Nfu~ Now that we got that out of the way, let’s get to our seats, everyone~!

I’m sure we’ll never enjoy a meal together with the Mukami’s at the same table after all, don’t you think~? Nfu~

Ruki: I sure hope so. Having to share the table with a bunch of uncultured swines is bad for my mental health.

Yuma: Ah-ahー Can’t ya at least stop talkin’ shit ‘bout others while we’re eatin’...?

Reiji: Look, the food has arrived.

*Cling*

Yui: Waah...!

Ruki: Seems like they have chosen for an elaborately planned multi-course meal to fit the Carnival...Now this is something to look forward to.

Kou: Honestly, there’s way too many forks and knives, I feel like I’ll mess up.

Yuma: Whatever. Ya can just pick a random one, right? 

Azusa: They’re good knives...I’m sure they cut wonderfully...

Ayato: It looks hella good! This piece of meat’s mine!

Subaru: Ah, oi!! You jerk! I had my eyes on that piece!!

Ayato: Idiot! The early bird gets the worm, right?

Subaru: Aah!?

Kou: Come on! Don’t fight! M-neko-chan’s startled, right?

Yui: Y-Yeah...It’s okay, Subaru-kun. There’s still plenty more, see?

Right. Give me your plate...? I’ll grab some for you.

*Cling*

Kou: Eeh~~? Why does Subaru-kun get to have all the fun? Hey, M-neko-chan, can you put some on my plate as well?

Yui: Yeah, sure!

Yuma: Come on, try this already.

Yui: Eh...?

*Cling*

Yuma: I can tell by lookin’ at these veggies. They’re fresh and packed full of nutrients, I’m sure they’ll taste delicious!

Yui: Waah...Thank you...!

Laito: Ah, Bitch-chan. Keep your plate there, okay?

Yui: Eh...?

Laito: Nfu~ I’ll drizzle plenty of this special Demon World-exclusive dressing on top...

There you go! All good to go!

Yui: Thank you, Laito-kun!

Laito: It’s fine. No need to thank me...Nfu~

Azusa: ...You’re already eating your dessert, Kanato-san...?

Kanato: I don’t need anything else. You can all eat the rest of the food as you please.

Azusa: Hm...Then...Shall I cut the cake for you?

Reiji: You shouldn’t, Kanato. You have to eat some of the other food as well to ensure a balanced diet.

You can have dessert afterwards.

Kanato: Oh come on, why not? Today is the Carnival after all. Right, Teddy?

Azusa: I can’t cut the cake yet then...?

Ruki: Exactly.

Azusa: Ruki...

Ruki: Haah...Give me that look all you want, no is no.

Come on, Azusa. Give me the knife in your hand.

Azusa: ...

Kanato: Fufu, please wait. I just had a great idea.

Azusa: ...?

Yui: Here you go, Subaru-kun. I guess this covers the basics.

*Cling*

Subaru: Yeah...

Kanato: Hey, you.

Yui: Eh...? Me?

Kanato: Exactly. Who else could I be talking to...?

Please give me that plate you’re holding right now. I’ll put on some cake as well.

Yui: B-But...This is the plate I put together for Subaru-kun...

Kanato: Uu...You’re going to ignore my order...?

Subaru: Oi, don’t you dare give it to that guy. Just hand it over to me like that.

Kanato: I was just...trying to be nice...by offering to put some of the cake on there...

Yui: ( Despite what Subaru-kun said, Kanato-kun claims he has good intentions. )

( In that case, it shouldn’t be wrong to hand Kanato-kun the plate, right...? )

In that case, I’m counting on you, Kanato-kun.

*Cling*

Subaru: Idiot! Who gave you permission to!?

Kanato: Fufu, thank you very much.

There you go, Azusa. Now you have a perfect excuse to cut the cake.

Come on, go ahead.

Azusa: Fufu, understood...

Ruki: Haah...

*Rustle*

Azusa: There you go, I cut it up...This blade is very sharp. It cuts beautifully.

Kanato: Come on, put the slice of cake on top of the plate.

Azusa: Sure...

Subaru: Oi, wait, wait, wait! The food’s gonna get all mixed up!

Don’t put it on there!

Kanato: Good grief, you’re so noisy.

Yui: ( Ah, the plate I prepared for Subaru-kun is becoming quite the mess... )

( I wonder, did Subaru-kun perhaps...realize this would happen? )

( That might be why he told me not to hand his plate to Kanato-kun... )

( I accidentally ruined it for him... )

Kanato: Here you go, Subaru. Azusa, please put some cake on this plate as well.

*Cling*

Azusa: ...

Kanato: Fufu, now I can have some cake as well.

Reiji: Kanato. Are you trying to abuse the commotion to have some cake?

Kanato: Geez, you’re so fussy, Reiji.

This is for Teddy. I won’t have any. Right, Teddy?

Eh...? What did you say just now, Teddy? Is that so? I can have some first? Fufu, thank you.

Fufu, it’s delicious.

Reiji: Haah...Good grief.

Subaru: How am I supposed to eat this hot mess of a dish!?

Yuma: ...My condolences...

Shuu: ...Haah.

Yui: ( Shuu-san seems...tired per usual... )

U-Um, you’re not going to have anything, Shuu-san?

Shuu: I don’t really need any. It’s too much of a drag.

Yui: But it’s such a rare opportunity, so you should probably try at least something...

Shuu: Then I don’t mind eating if you feed me something.

Yui: N-No way!

Kou: Say, M-neko-chan~? Are you cheating on me now?

Yui: Eh?

Kou: After Subaru-kun’s, you would prepare my plate next, remember~?

Yui: Ah, sure. I’ll do that right away, okay?

*Cling*

Yui: ( This really is quite the sight. )

( I didn’t think I’d ever see all of them around the same table... )

( It almost feels like a dream... )

Ayato: Oi, Chichinashi. Why are you over there grinnin’ by yourself?

Yui: Eh!? I-I’m not grinning, really...

Laito: Nfu~ Were you having lewd thoughts perhaps, Bitch-chan~?

Yui: N-No...!!

ー Fireworks go off outside

Yui: ...!?

Reiji: Oh dear? As if on cue, the fireworks indicating the Carnival’s finale have been set off.

Yui: Waah! Amazing...! How pretty...!

Ruki: The fireworks here are slightly different from those in the human world. They are induced with magic, so they remain in the air much longer.

Yuma: Ohー I see. I guess that’s why they keep their shape mid-air like that.

Yui: I see...That’s amazing!

Azusa: Eve, are you happy?

Yui: Yeah, I am! This is fun...!

( It was a wild ride, but I’m glad I was able to make a fun memory with everyone in the end. )

( I hope we all get to spend time together like this again one day... )

 ーー THE END ーー

Translation notes

(1) 末席 or ‘masseki’ is the term for the seat which is the furthest away from the ‘seat of honour’ at a long table.

[hime-memes]

                                       • Fairytales From Around The World  •  ( Part 1. ) 

These starters have been taken from Andrew Lang’s, “ Fairytales From Around The World “. Book. This list of sentence starters will be from the stories ‘Minnikin’ & ‘Bushy Bride’. 

Recommendations: These starters would best serve fantasy, royal & historical muses/plots/timelines.

As always: feel free to change anything within these starters that you see fit to make it work for your muse & the receiver’s muse ! 

** Any slight wording changes / sentence break ups made to the original text is to accommodate for RP purposes or more clarity. **

‘ Minnikin ‘

“ He was always going about grumbling and growling, and saying that it seemed to him that there might be such a thing as having too many of these good gifts. “ “ Ah, my dear Mother ! “  “ For, so far as I can see, you have children enough ! “  “ Heaven help thee, my son ! That will never do; thou art still far too little. “  “ Wait a minute, you are walking as if for a wager. “  “ But now, let us sit down and see what kind of food ( Name ) has given us. “  “ As we had to make haste, and had no time to do it at home - we may as well do it here. “  “ What will you be called ? “  “ They agreed to part, and each take their own road. “  “ If you ever fall into any need or trouble, call me thrice, and I will come and help you ... only you must not call me until you are in the utmost need. “  “ In that case, we shall not see each other for some time. “  “ What has become of my eye ? “  “ What will you give me to get your eye back ? “  “ I will give thee a sword which is such a sword that it can conquer a a whole army, let it be ever so great ! “  “ Let me have it then. “  “ I will give thee the art to brew a hundred lasts of malt in one brewing. “  “ Now, go over fresh water and salt water, over high hills and deep dales, and do not stop until thou comest to the king’s palace. “ “ The King’s daughter was long ago promised away to three trolls, and next Thursday evening one of them is to come fetch her. ( Name ) has said that he/she will be able to set her free, but who knows whether he/she will be able to do it ? “ “ So, you may easily imagine what grief and distress we are in here. “  “ It is better that one should die than two ... “ “ Oh, what could you do down at the strand ? You have nothing to do there ! “  “  - but, don’t let me find you staying there over the time when the pan has to be set on the fire for supper & the roast put on the spit ! “ “ FIRE ! “  “ Fire yourself ! “  “ Can you fight ? “  “ If not, I can learn. “  “ Come and sleep a bit with your head in my lap ! “  “ My dear friend, ( Name ), where have you got all that from ? “  “ But now, how shall we have it made known that it was you who saved me ? “  “ He will, as you know, have me/you to wife & half the kingdom. “ “ The third time you must say, ‘ Shame on you thus to smite the beloved of mine heart ! ‘ “  “ It is he who delivered me from the troll, and he is the only one whom I will have. “  “ He who delivered my daughter must have some token of proof of it. “  “ Such things are not to be had elsewhere. “  “ You shall willingly have her too and the other half of the kingdom. “  “ I may as well make the attempt. “ “ Ah, now we have got there --- but how we are to get back again is a very different thing ! “ “ Ah, heaven be praised ! “  “ I have come for you. “  “ It is no use even to think that; if ( Name ) catches sight of you, they will take your life. “ “ You had better tell me about him, Where is he gone ? It would be amusing to see him. “  “ Ah ! If only ( Name ) were not so quick-tempered I might have told them that ! “ “ ( Name ) is so ill-natured that they will tear you to pieces, I fear. “  “  How clever you are ! How could you let him go away ?! “  “ It is very well that I have lighted on thee ! Fall to work this very minute, but heaven help thee if thou dost not brew the ale strong ! “  “ They all fell down dead like so many flies ! “  “ I told you that you were not to call me unless you were in the utmost need !”  “ Shame on you to strike me ! “  “ First, I have won one princes and half the kingdom, and then the other princess and the other half of the kingdom ! Just now I was thinking that I would give you one of the princesses and one of the halves of the kingdom ! Do you think you have any reason to strike me thus ?! “ 

‘ Bushy Bride ‘

“ Yes, I will wash you with pleasure. “ “ Brush me, girl ! “  “ Yes, I will kiss you ... “ “ She shall be the prettiest girl that ever was, and fair and bright as the day ! “ “ Gold shall drip from her hair whenever she brushes it ! “  “ Gold shall drop from her mouth whenever she speaks ! “  “ Wash me, girl ! “  “ WASH YOURSELF ! “  “ As if I would kiss your ugly mouth ! “  “ She shall have a nose that is 4 ells long, a jaw that is 3 ells long, a fir bush in the middle of her forehead & every time she speaks --- ashes should fall from her mouth ! “ “ Open the door yourself, my own dear child ! “  “ I can’t get near because of my nose ! “  “ When the mother came and saw her, you may imagine what a state of mind she was in ... “  “ There is nowhere on earth so beautiful a woman as this ! “  “ Well, if she is as beautiful as that I will have her for my queen ! “    “ He says you are to throw your casket out into the sea ! “  “ If my brother says that, I must do it - but heaven knows how unwilling I am to throw thee out, ( Name ). “  “ He says you are to make haste and throw yourself overboard ! “ “ I shall come twice more ... then never again ! “  “ Out on thee, ugly bushy bride // sleeping so soft by the young king’s side // on sand and stones my bed I make // and my brother sleeps with the cold snake ... unpitied and unwept. “ “ Now, I shall never come again. “  

[lunaastoir]

cute things i think the genshin characters would do

characters included: diluc, kaeya, venti, and albedo 

****minor lore spoilers for diluc!****

an: i’m thinking of making this into a series bc this was such an adorable concept to write so lmk if you’re interested 👀 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

diluc 

sorry kind of starting off with something a little sad 

i think diluc would have a habit of rubbing his vision 

ok seems kinda dumb at first but let me elaborate: 

after the death of his father, diluc was quite obviously devastated 

he basically withdrew into himself after letting all the grief, pain, and rage flood his senses

i think during this time of grieving, he would’ve developed this habit of running the pads of his fingers across his vision to calm himself down 

(v similar to katara from atla) 

since his father had always been proud of diluc’s vision, the thought of touching something that reminded him of his father has always been able to bring him some sort of relief no matter how short lived

it serves as a constant memory of his dad and i think being able to have that kind of connection - no matter how small would hold a significance to him 

stressed? you’ll see his fingers dance across his vision as the crease between his eyebrows gradually loosens 

ok here’s a bonus habit (bc the previous one was sad) 

whenever he’s bartending at angel’s share, he always flips the bottles in this cool bartending way before pouring the drinks 

like the whole shabang - flips in the air, shakes it in a way that the drink foams just right 

people are usually v surprised when they see this bc woah mans has got some sKILLS 

but also bc he’s known for being pretty serious and reserved so seeing a “trick” is kind of breaking the stoic image they have of him 

after he’s done pouring the drinks he’s also really precise about closing the bottles 

he makes sure that the caps are on tightly and that nothing is leaking (which ig is another reason why he does flips with them so he can make sure that the bottles are tightly closed) 

yes he’s rich but he also wants to make sure the drinks don’t go bad bc 1) kind of a loss if they do and 2) his customers deserve the best 

sweet man pls protect him <3 

kaeya

when he’s sitting down at his desk, he brings his legs up so he can sit on his chair criss- cross applesauce 

since he’s in his office and the only other person who’s in there with him is jean, he feels like he can drop the suave, charming cavalry captain facade he puts on when he’s in public and just dial it down slightly to who he really is in that moment 

jean doesn’t say a word the entire time even tho she quite obviously notices 

don’t get me wrong, he’s still the smooth talking kaeya but just,,, more relaxed and comfortable?? if that makes sense 

so since he’s a lot more comfortable in his office, he usually folds his legs into his chair bc damn they hurt from walking around all day

this is kinda dumb but i also think he has a lot of ink stains on his hands from writing so whenever he sees a fresh one he just likes to stamp it onto a piece of paper 

usually that piece of paper ends up being an unimportant report that goes to jean 

dw he also has a bunch of pretty small towels in his bottom drawer that he uses to wipe his hands on bc the public can’t see the pretty cavalry captain w ink stains!! the world would end!! 

oH kind of a side note but i also think he would keep a small folded up picture of something klee drew him in his pocket 

he thinks it’s very sweet and he periodically takes it out just to look at it soft for this man 

last one for kaeya but since he wears boots that have the little lip on the bottom (not really a heel but enough to make some noise) he makes sure to always try his best to walk quietly around the streets of mondstadt at night 

if anyone catches him doing it he’ll wave it off and say something like “oh me? i’m just practicing my stealth - it comes in handy when you have to sneak up on enemies you know?” but in reality that’s just bs 

he really just doesn’t wanna risk waking people up <3 

venti

this adorable man is obviously notorious for drinking 

he loves alcohol!! i mean he’s the anemo archon of the city of wine and freedom so is anyone really surprised 💀

anyways venti always jokes abt not having any mora (he really doesn’t he’s not wrong) but he always makes sure to pay his tab at angel’s share 

the only reason diluc lets him drink sm is because at the end of the day, venti always comes through w the mora 

he really is a talented bard so everything he makes in singing and composing music for other people to listen to always goes straight to angel’s share (debatable if that’s for the best or not but i’ll leave that one to you) 

so yeah <3 basically venti pays back his tabs even tho he’s an archon since he doesn’t want people to experience a loss bc of him 

it’s the archon nature coming out but also the venti nature bc he’s a sweet boy 

anyways getting onto the actual habit 🕺

he has a tendency to skip/hop regardless of wherever he’s going 

he uses his anemo elemental skill a lot while doing this just he can feel a light breeze whenever he skips around 

i also think he carries around extra bard strings in his hat bc he thinks it’s a cool party trick to take them out and be like tada i have extra strings no need to worry!!! 

people are usually not that amused but he does it anyway 

also yeah uh those strings sometimes fall out when he’s skipping 💀 

he’ll be hopping and suddenly bOOM they fall out, he loses them, a kitten by the name of prince takes them, and he has to ask for help to find his strings (i believe this is exactly how venti lost his strings to prince during the windblume festival and no i will not take any criticism and if venti says something different he is lying 🔪)

also has a habit of putting his hair into a bun sometimes!!! 

he loves his pigtails but he finds that he gets bored of them occasionally and his hair needs a break from its wavy tresses so he just plops it into a bun instead 

so so cute 10/10 hairstyle he can do my hair 

anyways love this man thanks for coming home <3 

albedo

i had a feeling i would kind of have a hard time w albedo since he is a little hard to read so i hope this is ok LMFAO 

he has paint stains. everywhere. no you cannot change my mind. 

they are subtle tho i will give him that 

you can’t notice that anything is amiss until you really pay attention and then you’ll start to see the pretty pastels and greens of the sunset he was painting up on dragonspine softly smeared across his clothes 

very rarely you’ll see a cute swipe of paint across his cheek or neck and it’s honestly adorable 

he was probably pushing his hair out of his face while he was painting and some excess paint on his finger landed on his cheek :,) 

he doesn’t really care tbh he thinks it’s just a part of him and it really isn’t that noticeable so he just leaves it 

also!!! since he is a big alchemist and he’s constantly working on labs and experiments i think he would accidentally misplace a lot of his written work 

he seems very organized but w someone as intellectual as him w his brain running miles a minute, i’m sure he has definitely forgotten where he’s put stuff away 

so!! in order to help him remember, he has little notes across his lab detailing where everything is 

if he was working on something and he immediately has to put it on hold bc something came up (klee came in demanding attention or sucrose needs help) then he’ll quickly jot down a note and stick it to his desk so he’ll remember when he comes back just in case he forgets 

sucrose as a result has noticed A LOT of notes across the lab and it’s simultaneously funny and endearing 

“started experiment with sweet flowers to try and turn them into a youth elixir: papers --> on the desk right next to klee’s photo” 

final point: he lets klee braid his hair sometimes if she wants to 

she doesn’t really know how given how young she is so she ends up messing up but albedo always walks her patiently through the steps again 

always makes time for klee no matter what bc he really does care a lot abt her :,) 

i love him sm pls