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cratastica · 17 days ago
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secret 5th solution
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Love how the four options after gay divorce are Jesus, dictator, emo, and existential horror
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cr-noble-writes · 1 year ago
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Mass Effect Master Post
A collection of all my Mass Effect fanfic, meta, and character posts.
Alex Shepard
Alex Shepard Character Info
Alex Shepard Asks Answered:
Greek Mythology from @heroofshield
Edgy/misc OC ask from @rotschopf-thedrow
OC ask from @briarch
OC asks from @crescentbunny
OC asks from @shadoedseptmbr
Shepard asks from @kalliesa
Shepard asks from @parker-of-loxley
Shepard asks from @theoriginalladya
Shepard asks from @rotschopf-thedrow
Shepard asks from @iheartgarrus
The Pigeon Parallel
How Gender is He?
Why Didn't He Join the Commandos?
Teenaged Boy Needs
Percy Jackson
Alex's biotics
OC Headcanon ask from @otemporanerys
Six Song Soundtrack
The last several asks were from @butter-and-too-much-bread
Jackson Shepard
Shepard asks from @gardensystemtv
Shepard asks from @foofyschmoofer
Shepard asks from @ad-astra13
Shepard asks from @spacebunshep
Shepard asks from @pastelroyce
Shepard asks from @dandenbo
OC ask from @briarch
OC ask from @pastelroyce
OC ask from @mtreebeardiles
OC ask from @rotschopf-thedrow
Six Song Soundtrack
Combo posts!
The idealization of parents- ask from @swaps55
Other Mass Effect OCs
OC asks for Nyala Atruzea from @nickelkeep
OC asks for Taedra Atruzea from @swaps55
Sorry for all the tags, but y'all have all legitimately helped me build these characters by asking these questions, and you all deserve credit for that <3
Fanfic
Odyssey- Alex Shepard's canon series, mShep/Reyes, mShenko
New Stars Growing Pains The Upside of Down By The Stars Family Day A New Hope Argonauts
Virtue and Volatility- Jackson Shepard's canon series, mshep/Coats, Willenko
Verisimilitude Vicissitude Viaticum Venatic Vexillum
Can't Live Without You- John Shepard, mShenko
Night Terrors Don't Die, Kaidan Meanwhile, In Starboard Observation All's Fair in Love And Sparring
Canon Compliant
Baby, It's Cold Outside- Alex Shepard, mShenko The Man I Thought You Were- Scott Ryder, mReyder Couldn't Utter My Love- Jackson Shepard/Alex (Shepard) Atruzea, mercenary AU Let Me- Alex Shepard, mShenko Learning- Alex Shepard, mShenko
Alternate Universe
Kiss Me, Not Him- Alex Shepard, mShenko, roommates AU The Ties That Bind- Alex Shepard, mShenko, vampire/fey AU I Shouldn't Hope To Know- Alex Shepard, mShenko, magical Regency AU
Exchange Fics
Some Things Never Change- Shenko Summer 2023, mShenko Gun Mods and Handjobs- Fornax 2023, Venko (Kaidan/Vega) From The Bedside- Spectre Requisitions 2023, fShalibrations (femshep/Tali/Garrus) First, Last, Only- Holiday Hangover 2024, Alenkoats (Kaidan/Coats) Like Real People Do- Big Place 2024, Venko (Kaidan/Coats)
Unattached Fics
ME Drabbles- A collection of drabbles from prompts from the MEFFW discord server Penny For Your Thoughts- mShenko Primitive Pleasures- mShenko Disappointment- Jackson Shepard, pre-Canon Come and Save Me From It- Destiel, Supernatural crossover
Worldbuilding/Meta
Biotic Flora and Fauna of Thessia The Alliance Intelligence Organization Criminal Justice in Asari Space
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stupendouspizzacomputer · 3 months ago
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INSANITY (Hellaverse x isekai male reader)
Winners (Part 3):
•Nancy Drew (Nancy Drew)
•Nick Sturniolo (Youtuber/Sturniolo triplets)
•Chris Sturniolo (Youtuber/Sturniolo triplets)
•Matt Sturniolo (Youtuber/Sturniolo triplets)
•Italy (Hetalia)
•Harrier "Harry" Du Bois (Disco Elysium)
•Ian Hecox (Smosh/Youtuber)
•Anthony Padilla (Smosh/Youtuber)
•Jung kook (Bts)
•V (Bts)
•Jimin (Bts)
•Suga (Bts)
•RM (Bts)
•Jin (Bts)
•J-Hope (Bts)
•Paige Bueckers (Paige Bueckers)
•Megan Thee Stallion (vmas)
•Chappell Roan (vmas)
•All the Venezuela's people who died and suffered because of Maduro's tyranny (Venezuela/U)
•The monk (rain world)
•The survivor (rain world)
•The hunter (rain world)
•The watcher (rain world)
•The Gourmand (rain world)
•The Artificer (rain world)
•The Rivulet (rain world)
•The spearmaster (rain world)
•The saint (rain world)
•??? (rain world)
•Leon Kennedy (Resident Evil)
•Marcelyn (Adventure Time)
•Jeremy Heere (Be more chill)
•Alice Dyer (Magnus protocol)
•Phoenix Wright (Ace attorney/Narumitsu)
•Mia Fey (Ace attorney/Narumitsu)
•Miles Edgeworth (Ace attorney/Narumitsu)
•Herlock Sholmes (The great ace attorney)
•Eddie Brock (Venom/Venom the last dance/Symbrock)
•Chell (Portal/Portal 2)
•Jake Seresin (Glen Powell)
•Lewis Hamilton (F1/Formula 1/oscar piastri/Ferrari/Austin gp 2024)
•Charles Leclerc (F1/Formula 1/oscar piastri/Ferrari/Austin gp 2024)
•Franco Colapinto (F1/Formula 1/oscar piastri/Ferrari/Austin gp 2024)
•Carlos Sainz Jr (F1/Formula 1/oscar piastri/Ferrari/Austin gp 2024)
•Yuki Tsunoda (F1/Formula 1/oscar piastri/Ferrari/Austin gp 2024)
•Daniel Ricciardo (F1/Formula 1/oscar piastri/Ferrari/Austin gp 2024)
•Mclaren (F1/Formula 1/oscar piastri/Ferrari/Austin gp 2024)
•George Russel (F1/Formula 1/oscar piastri/Ferrari/Austin gp 2024)
•Marc Marquez (F1/Formula 1/oscar piastri/Ferrari/Austin gp 2024)
•Charles-Haden Savage (Only murders in the building)
•Oliver Putnam (Only murders in the building)
•Mabel Mora (Only murders in the building)
•Madoka Kaname (Madoka Magica/Puella Magi Madoka Magica)
•Wei Wuxian/Wei Ying (mdzs/mdzs wwx/mxtx mdzs/mo dao zu shi)
•Wen Ning (mdzs/mdzs wwx/mxtx mdzs/Mo dao zu shi)
•Lan Wangji/Ian zhan (mdzs/mdzs wwx/mxtx mdzs/mo dao zu shi)
•Wei Changze (mdzs/mdzs wwx/mxtx mdzs/mo dao zu shi)
•Cangse Sanren (mdzs/mdzs wwx/mxtx mdzs/mo dao zu shi)
•Jiang Fengmian (mdzs/mdzs wwx/mxtx mdzs/mo dao zu shi)
•Jiang Cheng (mdzs/mdzs wwx/mxtx mdzs/mo dao zu shi)
•Jiang Yanli (mdzs/mdzs wwx/mxtx mdzs/mo dao zu shi)
•Jin Ling (mdzs/mdzs wwx/mxtx mdzs/mo dao zu shi)
•Lan Sizhui (mdzs/mdzs wwx/mxtx mdzs/mo dao zu shi)
•Lan Xichen (mdzs/mdzs wwx/mxtx mdzs/mo dao zu shi)
•Lan Qiren (mdzs/mdzs wwx/mxtx mdzs/mo dao zu shi)
•Iang Wangji (mdzs/mdzs wwx/mxtx mdzs/mo dao zu shi)
•Princess Celestia (my little pony/mlp/mlp fim/Mylittlepony/mlpinfection/infection)
•Princess Luna (my little pony/mlp/mlp fim/Mylittlepony/mlpinfection/infection)
•Twilight Sparkle (my little pony/mlp/mlp fim/Mylittlepony/mlpinfection/infection)
•Applejack (my little pony/mlp/mlp fim/Mylittlepony/mlpinfection/infection)
•Pinkie Pie (my little pony/mlp/mlp fim/Mylittlepony/mlpinfection/infection)
•Fluttershy (my little pony/mlp/mlp fim/Mylittlepony/mlpinfection/infection)
•Rarity (my little pony/mlp/mlp fim/Mylittlepony/mlpinfection/infection)
•Rainbow Dash (my little pony/mlp/mlp fim/Mylittlepony/mlpinfection/infection)
•Hua Cheng (tgcf/Heaven official's Blessing/ghosts)
•The Knight (Hollow Knight)
•Ekko (Arcane/League of legends/Zaun/Timebomb)
•Caytlin Kiramman (Arcane/League of Legends/Caitvi)
•Jayce Talis (Arcane/League of Legends/Jayvik)
•Flandre Scarlet (touhou)
•Remilia Scarlet (touhou)
•Sakuya Izayoi (touhou)
•Ruby Rose (rwby)
•Yang Xia Long/Yang (rwby)
•Weiss Schnee/Weissschnee (rwby)
•Blake Belldonna (rwby)
•Jaune Arc (rwby)
•Pyrrha Nikos (rwby)
•Nora Valkyrie (rwby)
•Lie Ren (rwby)
•Yami Yugi (Yugioh)
•Sonic (Sonic/Sonic the hedgehog/Sth/Sonadow/Sonic x shadow generations)
•Tails (Sonic/Sonic the hedgehog/Sth/Sonadow/Sonic x shadow generations)
•Knuckles (Sonic/Sonic the hedgehog/Sth/Sonadow/Sonic x shadow generations)
•Link (Legend of Zelda/Botw/The Legend of Zelda/Loz/Linked universe/Linkeduniverse)
•Zelda (Legend of Zelda/Botw/The Legend of Zelda/Loz/Linked universe/Linkeduniverse)
•Eddie Munson (Joseph Quinn/Stranger things)
•Wynonna Earp (Wynonna Earp)
•Harry Potter (Harry potter)
•Hermione Granger (Harry potter)
•Ron Weasley (Harry potter)
•Minerva McGranitt (Harry potter/Maggie Smith)
•Rock Lock (Black tumblr/Black lives matter/bnha/My hero academia)
•Shuri (Black tumblr/Black girl magic/Black lives matter/Disney)
•All Might (bnha/My hero academia/boku no hero academia)
•Deku (bnha/My hero academia/boku no hero academia)
•Tahliah Debrett (Fka Twigs)
Shang Qinghua (svsss/mxtx svsss)
•Shen Qingqiu (svsss/mxtx svsss)
•Luo Binghe (svsss/mxtx svsss)
•Osamu Dazai (bsd/bungou stray dogs)
•Atsushi Nakajima (bsd/bungou stray dogs)
•Chuya Nakahara (bsd/bungou stray dogs)
•Princess peach (Super Mario)
•Pricess Rosalina (Super Mario)
•Princess Daisy (Super Mario)
•Siffrin (In stars and time)
•Odile (In stars and time)
•Homer (The odyssey/Poets on tumblr/Writeblr)
•Alexia Putellas (arsenal/arsenal fc/arsenal wfc/woso/Uswnt)
•ThunderClan (Warrior cats)
•WindClan (Warrior cats)
•ShadowClan (Warrior cats)
•RiverClan (Warrior cats)
•SkyClan (Warrior cats)
•Gerard Way (My Chemical Romance/mcr)
•Mikey Way (My Chemical Romance/mcr)
•Frank Iero (My Chemical Romance/mcr)
•Ray Toro (My Chemical Romance/mcr)
•Bob Bryar (My Chemical Romance/mcr)
•Matt Pelissier (My Chemical Romance/mcr)
•Jarrod Alexander (My Chemical Romance/mcr)
•Pete Parada (My Chemical Romance/mcr)
•James Dewees (My Chemical Romance/mcr)
•Jamie Muhoberac (My Chemical Romance/mcr)
•Rhea Ripley (wwe/aew/nxt/wrestling/fight club/wwe raw/Monday night raw)
•Roman Reigns (wwe/aew/nxt/Wrestling/Fight club/wwe raw/Monday night raw)
•Gordon Freeman (Hlvrai)
•Azi (Scavengers reign)
•Spock (Star Trek/Ds9)
•Hikaru Sulu (Star Trek/Ds9/John Cho)
•Michael Huang (tpot)
•Cary Huang (tpot)
•Satomi Hinatsu (tpot)
•Bae Seok-Ryu (Love next door)
•Kris (Deltarune)
•Professor Hershel Layton (Professor Layton)
•Joy (Pixar)
•Anger (Pixar)
•Sadness (Pixar)
•Fear (Pixar)
•Disgust (Pixar)
•Envy (Pixar)
•Anxiety (Pixar)
•Embarassment (Pixar)
•Ennui (Pixar)
•Miriam (Dragon Age the veilguard/Dragon Age Inquisition/Dragon Age/Dragon Age 4/Da4/Dragon Age 2)
•Roland (Dragon Age the veilguard/Dragon Age Inquisition/Dragon Age/Dragon Age 4/Da4/Dragon Age 2)
•Qwydion (Dragon Age the veilguard/Dragon Age Inquisition/Dragon Age/Dragon Age 4/Da4/Dragon Age 2)
•Lacklon (Dragon Age the veilguard/Dragon Age Inquisition/Dragon Age/Dragon Age 4/Da4/Dragon Age 2)
•Neb (Dragon Age the veilguard/Dragon Age Inquisition/Dragon Age/Dragon Age 4/Da4/Dragon Age 2)
•Ralph (Wreck it Ralph)
•Felix (Wreck it Ralph)
•All the Ukraine's people who died and sufffered beacause of the war (Ukraine)
•Sayori (ddlc)
•Yuri (ddlc)
•Natsuki (ddlc)
•Lottie (Yellowjackets)
•Abraham Van Helsing (Dracula daily)
•Sidney Crosby (Pittsburgh Penguins)
•Mitchell Marner (Toronto Maple Leafs)
•April Ludgate (Aubrey Plaza)
•Commander Shepard (Mass effect)
•Maia (Roblox)
•Marinette (Miraculous Ladybug/ML)
•Adrian (Miraculous Ladybug/ML)
•Sakura (Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle)
•Alex Hirsch (Gravity falls/The book of Bill)
•Niall Horan (One direction/1d)
•Liam Payne (One direction/1d)
•Zayn Malik (One direction/1d)
•Harry Styles (One direction/1d)
•Louis Tomlinson (One direction/1d)
•J.Martin (Motogp)
•Earth Wind and Fire's crew (Earth Wind and Fire/21st of September)
•Tamsyn Muir (Gideon the Ninth)
•Din Djarin (Pedro Pascal)
•Darius Bowman (Jurassic World Chaos Theory/Netflix)
•Brooklynn (Jurassic World Chaos Theory/Netflix)
•Kenji Kon (Jurassic world chaos Theory/Netflix)
•Yasmina Fadoula (Jurassic world Chaos theory/Netflix)
•Ben Pincus (Jurassic world Chaos theory/Netflix)
•Sammy Gutierrez (Jurassic world Chaos theory/Netflix)
•Charlie Spring (Joe Locke/Heartstopper)
•Carolina Hurricanes (Hockey/Nhl)
•Steven (Steven Universe)
•Greg (Steven Universe)
•Connie (Steven Universe)
•Joker (Persona/Persona 5/shuake)
•Utena Tenjou (Revolutionary girl utena)
•Fry (Futurama)
•Leela (Futurama)
•Corrine Dollaganger (Flowers in the attic)
•Jin Kamurai (Tokyo Debunker)
•Joel (The last of us)
•Ellie (The last of us)
•Rollo Treadway (Buster Keaton)
•Castiel (My Candy Love)
•Arthur Lester (Malevolent)
•John Lennon (The Beatles)
•Paul McCartney (The Beatles)
•George Harrison (The Beatles)
•Ringo Starr (The Beatles)
•Pete Best (The Beatles)
•Stuart Sutcliffe (The Beatles)
•Jimmy Nicol (The Beatles)
•Chas Newby (The Beatles)
•Norman Chapman (The Beatles)
•Tommy Moore (The Beatles)
•Mal Evans (The Beatles)
•Jennie (Jennie Kim)
•Elsa (Frozen)
•Anna (Frozen)
•Olaf (Frozen)
•Kristoff (Frozen)
•Sven (Frozen)
•YoRHa No.9 Type S (Nier Automata)
•YoHRa No.2 Type B (Nier Automata)
•YoHRa Type A No.2 (Nier Automata)
•Vince Dun (Seattle Kraken)
•Trent Alexander Arnold (Liverpool fc)
•Charlie Watson (Hailee Steinfeld/Transformers/Transformers one/Maccadam)
•Musketeer (CardEvolution)
•Hayden Silas Anhedönia (Ethel Cain)
•Joel Miller (The Last of Us/the last us hbo/Pedro Pascal characterd/Tlou hbo/Joel tlou/Tlou joel/Joel Miller imagine/Tlou Fanfiction/Joel and ellie/Ellie and joel/joel Miller x you/Joel Miller one shot/The last of us Fanfiction/Tlou Smut/Tlou fanfic/Hbo tlou/The last of us game/Tlou game/Dark!Joel Miller/Joel the last of us/Joel miller smut/Joel miller x reader/Joel Millerx f!reader/joel Miller Fanfiction/joel miller the last of us/Pedrohub/Pedropascal edit)
•Ellie Williams (The Last of Us/the last of us hbo/Pedro Pascal characters/Tlou hbo/Tlou Fanfiction/Joel and ellie/Ellie and joel/The last of Us Fanfiction/Tlou Smut/Tlou fanfic/Hbo tlou/the last of us game/Tlou game/Pedrohub/Pedropascal edit)
•Tommy Miller (The last of Us/the last of us hbo/Pedro Pascal characters/Tlou hbo/Tlou Fanfiction /The last of us Fanfiction/Tlou Smut/Tlou fanfic/Hbo tlou/the last of us game/Tommy miller x reader/Tlou game/Pedrohub/Pedropascal edit)
•Abby Anderson (The last of Us/the last of Us hbo/Pedro Pascal characters/Tlou hbo/Tlou Fanfiction/The last of Us Fanfiction/Tlou Smut/Abby x reader/Abby the last of us/Abby Tlou/Tlou fanfic/Hbo tlou/the last of us game/Tlou game/Pedrohub/Pedropascal edit)
•Parvana (Reupload the war is coming/thebreadwinner)
•Brennan Lee Mulligan (Dropout)
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libidomechanica · 2 years ago
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Gat-tothed I was tired, wander
A sonnet sequence
               I
And to the wintry word! Fire and joly as underground it gives my paines spred; she may be vain! Four; pain sits love to the Faith the dye of his tombe noght. My Son, the early!; Thus of Innsbruck cast in his Bible. And, by my fey, that taste note their grace. Find when we court and my own. And Syluanes haunts of mind; angels shining through stress my loved hym brenne hys dayly race. Gat-tothed I was tired, wander how—not as thy sweet is time, for thy Idolaters should you wilt not mean enough; hope, turn to be to score; the mindes draw from high, the sun, when he fell that oother who would pay.
               II
Lo, you disguise. Thou may not freendes and into Sleep; the Almighty thinke now no more sound: a gleams—in which them together, who would swagger, swear, get drunk to Annihilation or a frere worse for hire al that is set me low, i’m thine ear against my conseil to virgin full of our isle, was the others but to me to knowing, taste like a keyhole and you have it not: O, if she can break his proverbe in NY for aye his dotage that only shepherd, but in a trade of horror of salwes, is it through and glosen up at the Faith insomnia, perfect, purple and Peace?
               III
I seye that would be that all its ropes relent, so that lifts its curious race; and a things went free: the one day in a machine made hym in store, here sondry wyse, and to move her? A woman buttons to shatter on Seventeen years, whose waxing Will Existence roses riotously. Away, she cried for your skin, that sit on the grave’s dissemble.&Hands held, and with his listens, speak not thy unkindness flushes up into his own hunger for both clear; and built up with my kind, or the lasse, and out herkneth how soore I decreed thy bench, that hide, for thy fair, when the moon was gone in you.
               IV
That I can’t fathom thee, his lyf, to have walke in things went ill or weede. And forbid! Is for both sides all that I felt with us, sometimes in seem only one haukes lure. They been in his her in Silence on me, and the deid of snows, and age in ever, both rebell by Natures broken, yet the cheke, and as someone like to the little stone, lie saunt’ring in that falsly made the Fire; yea, all the self-approving so wikked and height at your tracks? Of the slow; and also in an upper pew. I sey yow soon she shingled roof of leaves unnumbered by sea, war without saying white.
               V
Trees, at lowers, and the pin at the Hall and a bonny son was purveiance I spak to hear it I probably did misse. Not all through all this is to seyn, but thus, the distance, but if we make choirs above their becoming to draw his wyf hir owene bord, for, I probably droppyng house in red. Is for to wedded with a knot. Are you shall haue her hearts the his berd, so moot he be, that cause hem caren forewent, the deep wound thy Face away, whan he is kind; he left his proverbe in hir brayn, whilst thou him ken yode late thou wert noble thou, the who had gone into his own like you adore.
               VI
To use newfangleness of the citizen hissing, drunk my testament, inexorable beats in mariage; for deare sight with a shoebox. Round thine eye bears there coming was thy gay morning notes are broke in March, Averill, and mine there was, that has washed its hand, not for the tower, glistering silvery koi swishing Lillies, now those shouldering at a strangers writeth evermore these hills of sun burned it in oure she so fair, ah, braid no more a whisp’rings to try for to stock that oon the old Ways, that would bay and cool rocks ye rove, for which Thee enrich each one faint breeze in you.
               VII
And everich han be the power, that they would merely comprehend then, my Muse may you heard the villainous central cedar- plank or wel ye knowing came, it is false speakes they heart as blacke and taken from thou—and freckling snow; time by nature brought sholde he me, and Beauty fall; the phone ringing that sith I hardly riding across the same: sweeter be, where sondry talys. To go of her good, shall find it woot, I called her; but it dispatch in pursuit of Cain, in disgrace was thy spirit hovering with oure owene trewely, as no other as God lusting fast, and I despair.
               VIII
To woo,—and—Lord knows it not: O, if she had given vp for a week: but love the sword. That I can fair, or if it be sin which dyd himselfe my muse, thanne, thou be deed, yet was blind, and from a stately to stake out of thine. To wynne agayn my love my head against the church of mud and by sea, but by the dart, the lost thy part of God and breasts. In beauty to Salámán’s Eyes, thou for to shifts and that ech of a mate for gentillesse has crept so little sporting joy of touch of a tunnel of invocation too, be of Ecclesiaste wher the samė wordes hadde he ceremony.
               IX
When the folk desire; for he will live, except for the wine, when the dews of nightstand incessant by them ride, in that only sheepe the queene of the most seek to know I though one is a grisly thyng we may repent; thou wilt haue I not file. And if thee to me here the quaking threefold thus to arms, I clasp’d her throat, in feelynge, his sourse, though to be tolde men or these something old, tho’ e’er shall too near. Thus vainly expres of night as your shelf, so I protest, proceed out of euils is spoke so sweet food, her rising and doun, and olde; unnethes most humble I. Ye banks, for revenge! Go!
               X
And yet again. If to love and disgusts me alone beweep my outcast stately to vs lent, the company forget the Minstrel’s skill, sayne moste been them, trying. Glistening heart their morality or later years before we first, and flower ran on and would fain know the ghastly pit longe a verray God and economy most impulsively unto his tonge a cattes skyn, that Angers long and Theofraste, at random from my wild oats in my store, to be gratefull, who insulate to pain better to me to bear, sow with Love, or for it. There was mine, as he sits to pestle.
               XI
For sports move her, that I shal seye yow, if ye be thy virtues knowe with every wight shall above, this sickly moon, or like a stone to test oure chaffare; greet meschief to weddyng in this Exchange, for that made accessible than languish you, and the Sum of his lyf, to have done, yet do not goe away. After then my lover, and when kings, the sun, down flame from dirt, Nothing was theyr weeds that alle his wingèd charioteer and I said somehow—I know, or could die. In the old Ways, that beauty are brief, the shingled at touch thee? Your mother of bed my visitacioun with thy hand forbid!
               XII
So, the pains, and the bay! Shaking wind, whoever either added, nor follow you over thee, his food, her solemn bird abandoned on delicate changes like a coin in my list: ygyrt with precious drops, till Gregory. This sely maskt, the rivers and for Glory; ’twere mind, my feete are maidenhood. Have this is to play the kissed with kings and of my blisse! The backward adoun, and learn’d but you shoulder where Cupid’s name. But to die. To bear, sow with anybody’s gift for he shadow we had many- headed been proude, that all weep for that in green: fire and while lover’s art and kiss.
               XIII
When I saugh he hadde with thee to the frozen mount Oliuet: feeding beat of thy jealous girls these things matter. He might to me here the bestowest thou canst thou the gems of my Mother in that gentillesse and many on, amorous birds: please thee to tell her side of two bodies merely comprehend thy image pictured like rabbits, Yet Child yearn, nor play then. Hovering night when the sun: when she lay; surely in that they by Loue were behind the fire but a laesie loord, and faithful to thee to mee: no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, my Dearest gifts infused; since it brent wole be.
               XIV
A sacrifice to your power, the balmy air, the swyn, that the end, the palm was a time to mee: no, no, no, no, my Deare, let bee. Kissed the view you don’t know me: the moon-faced illicit emails, ton entanglée. What wolde I been to wyten she die! And, chiding me but dream, mither, a wafu’ moan; fair Annie’s corn is there; so, nor anything. To the melancholy years. Against thou hast the silver the fair, wi’ a rank reiver, can’st this. An hour this lust of an old Harp that I can find, threaten; ah, my friends pole with Love, a tender; but rather woman in the glen sae bushy, O!
               XV
For I will bury myself, into find som for gude; yet the sea, war with his felawe. For thresh, the day! Breath, but when you are the other will pose with the turn’d to flowers. With blood which cruel to knows it not borne in Soul is, and was thy sight naught, but for to dye, that somme for ever! They were gone: like to weepe. Many as skies above; so him in play, and therefore the flesh, o seely shepheards sayd Algrin, his guard; thoughtful story tore oursell nor mermaid o’ the villainy somewhere, that he sits to pestle. Nature’s power obey. Thy lyf! Over thee, then I thought he. The quiet die.
               XVI
To Rome, a poison brought they with one might to my window the braine of hem han they seem when you know, there: for the sonnet to your kissing, haply I credit here for a burial fee, and rehearsal of all,—what thar nat pleyne the life has crawn, and my gossib or a hundred-years-old names what her to a woman is, ye most highte hir say lookynge out shame ye woot wel it is alive. We cannot his sourse, then farewell words, so drenched in this delightful bard to his herte roots of glittering To-day to-morrow to the bettre in vain: in pity then worms shall be take here thyn housbonde.
               XVII
Tells me was noon envie thogh I hadde me to telle hire, and then use rigor in tresspass’d between dream she be chose; that skin his labour by glance, because I do speak to hym in sooth, let my heart is noght for thy perjury; then to morne for me? Nobody knows where such vngrateful thee to mee: no, no, no, my Deare, let bee. The nath nat envye no virginitee; and take her up for aye, the earth receive thee. Wynne agayn Jovinian; in which make mere lie perdus three eloquent wole envenyme, hath cheek; perhaps from Shame&Pride blowd in the North, and eek to heare and multitudinous billow’s roar, for who holde, to shewe—wel may pipe to rent I would kiss his proverbe in love’s the world ’gainst a lover,— an ill death of a day was heard, sith the mark unto me; ye womman mayst call meet he wanton counter and would show your fault, see my Oread coming want took not to reveal’d her too.
               XVIII
Ill, the wo that she kan best, forsaken lady to say who firstė nyght an hawe of hir smok; and no one answering, or out of entry. The back, and no richer persists or turns my fadres folk that I was design’d. And join not remembrance afternoon, and for which the green’s throng, dancer, sings her in oure maydenhede the field a candle at my beauty’s forc’d, the turns green: fire and liued with chastitee no man, and I love, how sullen earth’s modest seek nae main o’ Heav’n ye wandering female, of tho? Missed, and nothing me a thral, and Terebinth good New Yorker and so indeed tomorwe!
               XIX
God cleped it up. Like a Magician tracing a dragoun, that would her woman fed by thy love throne! There is a garden in the calm ravish’d the tale or two that came debtor for breathe sweet love her, O thou bear’st love shore: freezing. And takė me. I seye thise motthes, and say, after than two, how where the Somonour and wind, we have hearts? Thy flocke so sweet; but what, that we have year who had gone down lips, he strut and sad the door, Lord Jhesu shorte thy welked nekke be to say: I saye as steede of it right have I love is mixed: the wordes hadde myn appetit; and a doorknob, for to walk here.
               XX
My ear on his Breast, dun and thee to thee, thou flew’st most fairest for it not: O, if she let the love-tokens and liberty, doth plunge my wel-form’d soul put off and now that Beloved hym best, simple she stone to her own mirror. She may noght in disguise! It is not remember that ye shall leap, and that nyl be war on your handes and the crowds, which I’ll love. Than the world of reason. But to dearest, bury myself, and only this, that like awe, the walked we, til trewe wyf, eriphilem, that he wasted in the sea, love, they soone with light of dark. Mad Past, our dreadful houre tale swete; fy!
               XXI
What, in delicate chance he might thy praise thine eyes woo as mine, yon palace and scatter’d by thy preserving thee; can’st those waues, pampred in least, dun and break and neck, your neighebores hous al of goode men and riche, and speech of her breath within; for which shal yeldė to his fest he kissed the scaffolding creation urging alone, or elles wroght? I was desolate and all I my conseil al. To me so highest way of hem, I trowe, that she nane. The salt sea; the dark; but the Sonne hadde I mette hire thy tale of the Gods still art discomposed thee, his lyf, upon my true defining.
               XXII
And down and delit. Thou forsakest me: but then? Upon the daylight may she prospect lies the bushy, O, aboon the day! And yet—with fairy fruits do flow. When he vsed sheltering Accuser also that Memory, and records vnto hys Lordes write her thre of lusty oon, to give play hard to my mind; it is in subiect wert, borne in your murmur of us dared, could not her poor heart there; but that I ne tolde of brasse. Of engendrure, then all these, and long with convertest. For yours, er that hir owene may yow to go with kings. Who breathes most thyself in dream, the will build a bonny ship, and sea. Pyne, plague you that were no lenger is abed, candles out of the ranks of my tongue be a thrush, bone bag man, singer, sweet no man swerė and lady vntrue, as well amend, thy Hellespont! Thou will—but Trusty—head is with fond tones of wommen han in Beijing but vulnerable.
               XXIII
In your foot stay; think of Mercurie is desolate and each gale blow, while I do hear, ever see it in his dore upon the wordes in darken, and that long I could not repreve to wedded than hold Time wilds of love God the brimmed with such a thou art covetous and crush’d in your ear strike, if thou forsakest me? Sugar. But al for to weeping at a leap; on whose words you never made false bond the Cuppe, and all that dropped on thy fortune author is, but so as the shook her come ones in darke abstracted guise seeme most sweet; they ne’er I passed with the word. I saw them still, that weighty Pan.
               XXIV
The purpos, why such Jugling himself come far away, like the shook her chin, and coughs when she shining morne for ever! But as day smile on the same heart and if I chance he might half so boldėly kan theyr boyes can your tracks? Which not attain’d and beren hem in statlier glorious fool broke thee is noght that life chance. For proud man for madder music and iust excellently, there such a lasse, when thou poured, glorie. Of chiefe, and even child of Venus loven across bronze Yet I see: eternal Love; zuhrah, he said, and thanne wolde I beren hem bye, spoones and day that thy unkind abuse.
               XXV
For me, in sondry wyse, and the rest of a kiss—like to the lattice-lights and three- decker out of me, but dress’d defence: for those whom radiant bow. Array after you please their becoming trees. Not one time shock on my peril, frete hem chide and breathe thunder- blasted into the little needlepoint and me of olde he make. Lat go. Where thy lovely maybe tells you liknest eek wommen have purchased and not conquer Time. And I’ve called before says: There is notices telle; without love no place for me? Pyne, plague you that piece of their heavenward and now I have me through thou for thy sleep.
               XXVI
On Sunday morn of Mortal love you quite awrie, to save and many a nyght, he was a woman, come in the phoenix nest: if her pillows murmur or grucchyng. Angry wyf be oon of the mocking that I’d let me lest; yet the tender&I so oft in for thou make me to me. On the Stranger whose break her where, whil that thou were sweet, leese but Loue on my hart be his folded down with vagabonding that if we love Gregory, as faste, with the wanton Satyr he but good than toold thine head is wityng, he forth a leek that bondage made hym of thine ear again? I stamped her quiet.
               XXVII
And warmth he fynde so that, forsakest me: but one time wente. And but thou departing, if unskilled wife, and, wonder, now; Fra Pandolf chanced to been thy shape in filmy veiling with my eye, that my harts for to be wedde a pearls, shoulders hung: and the city. The governed head not wears to cosset, nurseth the Harp that she is. Let not me ones on the rough a thousand battle-bolt sang here reaching eyes and with flesh until it’s turtle. The hard or pleye, and for hym maden she die! Season, the beere, and sea. Happily I hadde geten unto the woman broken wind no riche, and flowers.
               XXVIII
By what has decided to search the other. Sunrise got a name with this herte was, with pied flocke, which my spirit that feel you run aground. Of Venus fallen his face, and stems that didn’t tell your skin like a Child yearn, as if we misse; they hem mysavyse. On the evensong; a woman. As those tables of life—immortal love be lovers the barrenly perish: look, whom you into which wit is the word. But withdraw from the Beautie stand. ’ Th’ fire. The louder, confident in time. So in my state the Almighty Pan. Till the bettre in the Weirdlaw Hill, the beaten gold, the Mountaine sayles.
               XXIX
It went free: there is assailled bee; and three, which dyd himself come here yon hills of mornings in true speed of beaver hats. The tall glass, his job, his foot counts his weight; those who so may, what made the Sage counsel me, taking what the tree steps of men—youth; and even late, empoysoned not me on a slothful shore. Ah good care not else, none otherwithal upon this man’s defects sought there be sorrows, once more; which shall ever be heart breaking then had left behind, still, yet I hote. Makes the queens to social pageantries, and all dark as night vision I did see a glorious crowning sun.
               XXX
From when thee afar behind, still, and suddenness did clear the threat for all be beaten. Mute, motion as writeth Ptholome, that I shal laugh, which took a leef, for kissed their course as madmen’s eye is frozen mountains, and built a case of recovery. Cruel eye hath he redde hadde seten hem biside a legendes and in the langest breath was stand stoute as in a fiecer Gripe doth misse this universal frame this is to grucchyng. Into eyes, brightest wanes; who was ten cold, made sory cheere thanne sholde noght so curyus as if we study Nature’s art a diuell, thou in stores and flowers, still smile?
               XXXI
And beren hem on honde than those who were sweet than gently compellant, certes, I am experiment as frely as a spanyel she I love Gregory! As clerk wol sette that has born fair! With charms on this hilles hadde here. Because my babe’s father till Day! Everybody lovely boy, who travel’d in word and bright, who seek, and my fashion. Of foule rest heart—how she’s up and still will because whom the longe agoon is, she cried Annie, if rule by force. I have drawn for thee so far from my real as a fine bed abyde, that seeldome fairnesse, somme been proud desperate now to pulp.
               XXXII
But yet to yon show’st thy love ribbon, locked in the break, break and nothing, and truce with in words of light, the daily proue: no more to his houshold he nath nat every bed has borne in a haze of incense I smells together. And rather no man that I am, now hopes to thee—ponder roar’d, he spreads his orient before there is black was noon. I mean and still the page, finding steps of moods as if she had given her wol hire housbondes love? It disna becoming want took a leek that thou goest onwards, still, her flesh, o seely sheepe the banks, and still will bury myself down? Thou smile after wolde letė fader and cool ye all our sakes me for thirteen that she is their sweet love you that happen where the waved to a third time did lye, god bad at my tale of the moon I writen stood; and built a life that stamp of earliest balsam-buds a scent, if that sholde wene, or Vileness!
               XXXIII
But if horror of bed my father till thy soule play, and age in euery part of children of al hir lyf in chase fame: I now that in her arms together lips, I clasp my conseillyng is no drede, thanne is our own image from harmony to hate, hath wedded be my wanting well amend, throughout the moor and cast hir house is the shuddering To-day to-morrow, sit thou comes with Love, and to mar this. We have realme of old? In higher: when thy loved Chick Lorimer in sad rimes tooth. My fourty, if I fled from thy lingering pageant shade, while thou stink like an odor because enough.
               XXXIV
That much. How have to knowable rings. Lost repose, that nipt my Flower trees. All hushed to th’ ears into whiffs of thilke same ensample onely to vs lent, since she ca’d. And the cloudes of wrath: sike syrly sheep, leaf and Litter or law, but not my real with scoffing, and confounded that will have faculty by name, that man sat still noble stone, lie saunt’ring day. The raging star-lights that never for your cheeks, and doun, and thee. But ’tis your life’s lovely bound by countless look in thine.—To the fire, like one with shot, he sat vpon my jolitee, it went free. Delight is false subtleties.
               XXXV
Yet those power, glistering will pay you have since nones, round mine that was our love, as out of the moment fancy lightning to take way long to wexe and ever in chase thee—in thy cruelty didst mouldering from the dews of the wordes in lingring pageantries, oh, in piece of honour sweet name, no fraud robd thee fair to intend, let tempts and the circled around veins. Thy sisters nevere who so wole, and the Samaritan: thou height. From the time or fall vnsoft. And leany knaues, pampred in lowly whispers to catch her lip, the milken ties of reason. First, in thy light in time.
               XXXVI
That thus, the ring? For God so wel as a pye. They probably just can’t lives in darke abstracted Lover! Is not neede hem never can Juno sweet flowers were folwe hym every wight may buy, till Miss’s comb is made me thogh folk of wyves. To keepe. To sing my Highland lassie, O. Suffice of hym so grateful which thou would gladly die? Was fresh in myn herte I yaf unto Ynde, and wind- flowers be still air stirred at a strangers are not so trouble, against the othere dwellen forewent, there ever will be false to roses riotously withered in heard no more their though my unkind abused.
               XXXVII
With clothes and a wretched, for Truth— Cease trying! To have bedded that oftentime great round, nor, in your poem left behind us this is to greet a nyght, half-flush that much, is not reproach shall before once more clerk at breathed the cloud war by othere these, how soon the Soul is, and wondering, on the moor; she met wi’ a’ her conquer Time. Abide by singing the heede the runour flies, that many a seintes lyves than two, how Xantippa castle, fair Annie, bide! Notes; my peril and han a sweethearts, it is the fence—this is my object. Under the cause, we live but Loue bring, taste not of.
               XXXVIII
An angel wine, but I telle ensample truth suppress’d the pope haddė wyves the sun, down flame from thy lyf; keep thyn herte was, as shed upon my hand lie, ever single selven two. A few old thus, as she nane. Turn against a lovers with belts of moods as many a collector would want there then the silver current only thing novel, nothing, and hung just out than they: alas that ilke proverbe of Empires, and lie, made me some was synne! And yet against thy japes be! If in far less that sunrise got a name&hands pillared in youth, Health, and the ground: they began to wyves two!
               XXXIX
Age, nor Usury wrung from Canaan: they durst, so, gratefulness into each prepar’d with me, this dette. Year after evere were yet I hadde been a sowes nose. But who am not by Extortion, the Rust Belt mode—work hard, having prayed: give me al this no comandėment. It makes the will not less belling, the speke good as we sat by those toppe the door, lordynges, by youre thou so faire, most cold, and death shalt forgetfulnesse, for you player on the mornings in the Sum of hire pride, his fair life. I HATE the distance life chance. But do not fashion. I brake of the night. And yet again?
               XL
Come Lord Crist ne went to mend yet again? Break, break, forget the feast is far off everybody love, who faileth one hundred and she wol I folwede myn age in that all the Wolf, not Number, makes the spoons and weaves of sapless greet cheep is hand only things. He sat on this knot to my breast I oft in disgrace the Faith insomnia, perfect beauty fall, that once it hath no more the hulls of my yowthe, and moulders distinct, then, which to costume. For what beauty youre owene the receive the hawthorn’s blown out her feet glowed you can do. When I am talking in the winter and tarry.
               XLI
Throw out here yon bonny lass of Jesus set up forever. Radiant Sisters nine, the grave,—death I writen of all hope is lord of thy dear merit somewhere to measure. As Goteherd prowde, this cas. And destroy; nor smile did lay, he was on the rapid tide shal be both make no boost, for after long thee; can’st this, that Face will say thee, and Hope, earth and made up a sweet poison’d poisoned hath, for it not Thou the Friend, his joy? Do stand, stands as many a myrie wol I seye right and in the nigh, the sweet it flames o’er! To what they were lough, my chamber. Thy father. I pleyned unto hevene.
               XLII
How be I am old? Which young man, garlic in the conversion of the singular beautiful creaturelessenesse did misse this reede; I cry thy fair, disdaine, suffice of hys keepe. Light cannot conquerings. I played in lit liketh hire housbonde. And every nyght Jankyn, thou bestowes serue him with this, that the feeldes we lives and allowed; though trust if anyone driving at your head when the pearls, should I love, or features free, and found, nor it no scuse giue? And if they that may se, for what is so every means of herbes n of other had, nor censure the footmen die!
               XLIII
Whilst thou would marry, if I be dawed, to shewe—wel may that cleaved to move, Herrick, thoughts, whom she was a woman His eyes, a film surrounding another sliding memory of your sprites. Thou liknest it is this state with an angry world. And night withouten his allyes vndefyled, and if that in hot blood, and I see: eternal struck thee convertest. Like thin file of me bete on Pilgrimage to Rome, a poore my stoop and all in Man. And I desperate now of the night light where he was, as holy bower-door, which in honde, baar I stifly myne housbondes for to chyde.
               XLIV
A heav’nly parting, if unskilled a thing the Cane of movement some weak and probably knew how myrily that record never deare play, and no richesse, and instinction in o volume. And shame away! Take, thou think that som men and a bonny ships go on his brows like thee—in thy pale, lost repose, till griefs of course; and sick of an old sayd sawe. ’Tis Friends they goos gooth; I sitteth, and but yet the mother; for he squiereth me; or where thyng for ever, youngly thought, from thy lyf; keep themselues abuse. That does wane; and Jacob eek, withouten purveiance of midnight, that somme for the cattle unroll’d! When the rose-buds fille as he welcome to be that hastow mordred me? Cooling around their wings shall a glimmering from those koi. And crush’d in vain: in pity then I thoughte me to dip dark moore resonable than to break and his wyf so gay? What, is noght, I set me in! Ashes.
               XLV
A book fell that they were o’ the distant shall being, solved and the lowe, and honour turn back to make our heart, for it also, to which flies, that man shal yeldė to his Heart; and wered upon eyes more distinguish in his throat shall lie unstrung, down flame from winter night upon a horror and will, the rain unceasing sun on the spirit hovered party to the head was so fressh and people apartment cooling absurd. Easy live in sorrows more far from a fever. A story tore his book eek that I lay uprightly taut in the penumbra of a voice said and multitude that sit in the field above the lords neighbor. What eyleth yow tell your parents If you probably tried they deeme the morning, are cared note, the main. Came debtor fort that I shall live, that wiste, in mossy skulls that Jhesu Crist, that had not my sute granted to roses, roses one skin like a Childe-like more!
               XLVI
But we, thou catch one of year when ecstasy of course, and soft hath not farre worth under that I should it merit ther with whom Ida hyll dyd beares; makes my friend, the best, and have built a houses, and the girl keep, her had, nor here? And it woot, Mercurie and fulsome Pleasure: and destroys, an ill agree. True to Mars as he knew myself, and my final aspect. You will bind my Nostrils, shoulder of a man that I so ofte as in the hulls of myracles, and lord that when we prayers did me sorwe; and if that I am not be fully singing so to-morrow to the Muses’ blood.
               XLVII
A jug of what make his state was, and Helowys, that all. The most enjoy continent, Adam, from everemo. Or woods and of him, myself almost despite thy moste yeven the dreary pole so marks his lips and pale. We alternate, I pity which book were wydwe, sholdest loke me to Mars as thou twin’d me o’ my sweeter charms on they fall; soone within the song called Marriage. When all that of men may not agrief returning, walking down thy dear and gude red gowd, but to mine enemies, as Goteherd prowde, that his wysdom in his gore, he seye but, at they were between therbifoore.
               XLVIII
And ask me, if ther none man, now reason after wyn or a psychologist. Is, too, the blessed sheepe the life in perfect beauty should climate and I wol heere. Shall ever been faithful to thee, his hap was in his Cup, he laid obscurely the cannot be fully single cord, but I am beauties the house did lay, and but this, that ilke proverbes that maketh rust; may make thyng that shining; for idleness! And so that sith the corpse lay so long pain—with a knot. The fifthe hous; then grew that I am free to weddė me, in pity then to be most perfect with fine more the poor stone.
               XLIX
People’s purse—the Harp that hir housbonde; thus to me: a virginitee moore with me aboute to the heat of their poisoned hot line- no voice can ease my husband an end: and, as if’t ad been assayed at touch and I will heard on his book eek that buyldeth him as fast the words spak his cheated so. Shifts and hir arms for aye his sort of Life is o’er the hopeless and tilted your rhubarbe worn away&soft as a spanyel she I love within the physician to my chamber. So to seeketh of Mortal love, as hell, as darke heart and sayd sawe. Of felt wearing the grace from oother into find none!
               L
That ends my pain, but everything has gone, the horrible lust thing shakes of me bestowes serues; she lie perdus three eloquent words welth: when I answers quit, by a fire thyn array after the bed. The troubled corona of new color of salwes, and Trusty—head is what yourself in the little thing comfort is, school’d onely to the dark cloudes of youre tale. As from dim red planet hung up to the cannon’s the silent Night with the things of golden sea, whose? That you for to stay, which a shock of an old passes swiftly by, and probably ignored for an old sayd sawe.
               LI
And the Duchess’ cheek; perhaps from the tottering lovers, who, when your strength and Foot, remember’d such an old thus is to smere, that are the wakeful ear in the other’s mind despair,—you, two come fair. Why, there was taught thus the time, shal have place for the tyrannie, dear soul, by charge vniustest tyrannies. Ye fare ashes all mindes draw but with snow; yet them disease? To-morrow’d face, mud. All hushed to my desire: I have restored, reincorporated, is the more sweet, sad years that Jhesu Crist hymself for her tongue, I shal seye bothe upright, nor Britain’s one skin on the back to maids againe.
               LII
’Tis Friends you did they bellowed your arms in love with dew; fragrance after the winds howl to the Harvest of the mead so children, the touch of her. And wind blink before theyr thro’ the guy of your slim, express will sure of my Mortal Birth, must be fully dream, broad day we have low down upon my peril of our Ladyes bowre I to my closely, you cannot Music raise, that mast of Wisdom’s Door, slave tossed your flies be ioy, who am not a choice and record nevere with a shock of a few hours by stranger hence, sith ye so well as eyes. Afraid some, in sorrows fleet came from her conquerings.
               LIII
In well-bred— most impulse then I pull your labor and certeyn. Only, true Men to dust, and the pavement over and waters never more that record never kiss the gude red gold so fyn, and fairer far to glances, sighs, and I am his nycetee. Oh, in piece a woman fed by thy cold hardly high comfort is, she wole, er any day be vain promise thee so far to mee: who for the blue and wo, we filled with my tale, and flimmering passively take thee, thou from a man this as a wood leoun, and for thy youth and gay, she yaf me al this; now, beside with you ignored for all meet the cloud and braes, and there is a doll dressed. Of foes the deed thou flew’st most ardent articulations, with no shoes, no better, water smart, and therein tis death will be wreak’d on a broken chord, grew my tongue, I saw the think I’ve done: mine enemies, and al swich an hooly man also.
               LIV
Tho’ fickle glass, his labour by glances, by what is clear. Yet still be the Poet and move behind, still, yet my wit, therafter than stones, and thousand bad us form would ask me to highest place where a life of love be love. That when the savage race; and she wanton o’er thy though noon; but she, my dettour and fair, when only form, unless nigh! Of which Inde or Affrick hold. To thee, thy vttermost I see, this as is a poem obeying its own like to wake morning in welths waues be ioy, whose luminous eyes each line, of bigamye: hem like a nest and the keyes of the terrifying.
               LV
Play last limits of my final aspect. And to dry away, like to the spoyle is euill of perfected. And Death’s untimely to expres, with this sweet, where: turn’d my thral, and like angels went ill woman, tired of dark. Beneath a Double beat upon the dye of hys keepen all thy face enioyeth, but cruel to know by the Indian Ganges’ side of hir lord in his gowden locks and my pith. Wherein on flat, cool ye all wood al outrely; I nolde nat seyn; but by the months ran on angel wings, and through to fall; soone within. My fifthe holy bower? A languid stringing, Die, oh!
               LVI
Where Chick Lorimer went. Thus wastefull, who in any manere agilte his soule forth and many heart, who travel’d in truth suppress’d; for thee to touch the sun, and faithful shore; fair Annie’s corps lay in the skie doth breed a loathing was … the boy’s palms each one might wel, it is a poet’s, too, the whole and bright Cecilia rais’d that shell, a turtle rests on her false self-deceiving from the tree, fruit and somme han a sweet poison’d poison foul dragoun, than that lifts its hand on either hair. To bear, sow with Jove, that terror like a window the first, you wilt haue broake, but where exceed than her love.
               LVII
Were it not: O, if she let her with every womman telle ensample mayst call you recede the moon was port; then grew not fit to the dales, as clerk, whan that now I though in but burnt vn’wares his right, that, for hire dette. First time watching else let troth, but I and where Joan was gude, and, once, in pity hide that least, so moot I thy beauty’s form to find no more. Tak down arm’d, for thou soone with me, and so was no man swerė and listens, speak not with a continueel murmuring statut holde in the blossom, in the rose or fades, but forth you cannot blue noon is, she never more. I woot, I chide?
               LVIII
Held by the badge, and thing still should sit doun! For Rights that terror like slang. And kick your partiall her poor spring? But none haukes lure. That old Harp I still for the rain unceasing sun: beneath thing, and the kissed yours was ful of ragerye, stibourn and panes of prey, rather divide in a waver of thee, here seek with dearth the sepulcre of warme fine praise? The houses; a, benedicite! Till they that been suffre his lust endow’d she wol entremette of thy presence till grew the hill, the white mule she rode under all my lyf, for sacred organ’s praise, and eek to hym yaf I al the phantom arise!
               LIX
For the door, in your pockets, each one little things: the crown’d in vain: in pity bothe fyr and for proud and mix’d connection, sent in war on your fed my hear it I probably didn’t work out the world, as my hart be his loven ay. Its letters in snow: seas shape, and my discomposed their woods, and went unexplainer to such an old thus hastow slayn hir bookės sette hir say lookynge or a frere will now, when my longe agoon is desport my Julia threw a lace of mariage by expert in the shadow but she, most fair Eliza! Dark is profaned, if wommenes love Gregory!
               LX
As that all his gainers) such skies are bad. I trowe I love thy hurts instead. For your surface, which he smooth-faced darling, to play there! But the Earth to rise unhelpt of his tents, legs his page, enwrapped from a manere, but is peril, frete hem and ther works of Salomon, ovides Art, and more to tell the World can finde, cupids knot in my heart. Her husband’s preserving belly. I hadden the plain it. The holy saints the proud and brighter shows me when we comes and hang linen band. Nectar of it no scuse serues thy strike, if your forgetfulnesse, torment thinking of the Day, awake!
               LXI
The first attempt without. While the lobes of night? And was false thee. Of Synah can I thy beauty and gold ryng in fruyt of mine eye aside each accustomed visitaciouns to vigilies out of entry. As fast as he spread the cared note, the sure of murdring the few who sat at the attic and in mariage, of bigamye, or whom the Banquet of an old together. So, nor for both shrill-edged flavour, which did fall, and, stands. I holde bare-limbed cherries something else let the feeldes we flatten’d, and bad oure vices she knelt down with the yell of it vileynye. For which he seyde how can it dead.
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soulslugsandart · 15 days ago
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Ermes "Nix" Pennyworth - 24 - Rogue - "Gnome" Changeling
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Wren Tuskmen - 24 - Monk - Orc/Dragon
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Talis Fey - ???? - Warlock - Elf
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Then they kiss
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notiziariofinanziario · 1 year ago
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Credem a sostegno delle piccole e medie imprese
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Credem ha sottoscritto un accordo per offrire finanziamenti alle aziende clienti che intendono investire in progetti di sostenibilità ambientale. Il prodotto "FEI - Sustainability" si pone lo scopo di garantire il 70% dell'importo di mutui finalizzati dedicati alle imprese intenzionate ad attivare progetti di transizione ecologica, investimenti green ed eco-sostenibili. Tali finanziamenti permetteranno alle piccole e medie imprese clienti di richiedere da un minimo di 25 mila euro fino ad un importo massimo di 1,5 milioni di euro. I criteri di ammissibilità sono stati concepiti dal FEI sulla base dei principi della Tassonomia Europea per la finanza sostenibile e questo prodotto intende contribuire attivamente all'obiettivo dell'UE di ridurre progressivamente le emissioni di gas a effetto serra e la transizione verso un'economia neutra in termini di emissioni di carbonio entro il 2050. Il nuovo prodotto fa parte dell’iniziativa "InvestEU", programma del FEI a sostegno di investimenti in diversi ambiti e settori strategici dell’economia europea. Lo scorso giugno Credem ha sottoscritto con il FEI un accordo che mette a disposizione dell’Istituto un portafoglio pari a 790 milioni di euro complessivi suddivisi su tre garanzie: oltre alla già citata "Sustainability", è infatti presente un prodotto dedicato all’innovazione e alla digitalizzazione ("Innovation & Digitalisation") e un altro destinato al supporto delle PMI ("Sme Competitiveness"). "Crediamo debba maturare nelle imprese di ogni dimensione la consapevolezza che la transizione ecologica ed energetica non sia più un semplice "nice to have", ma una sfida cruciale, che già ora influenza la loro capacità di competere e crescere. Proprio per questo vogliamo essere al fianco delle imprese non solo attraverso prodotti di finanziamento indirizzati alla sostenibilità, ma anche con servizi di consulenza per orientarne il percorso trasformativo, lo stesso percorso che Credem sta affrontando nel suo contesto di impresa", ha dichiarato Maurizio Giglioli, Direttore Marketing Credem. Credem ha accettato la sfida della sostenibilità ambientale e sta svolgendo un ruolo fondamentale nell’allocare le risorse finanziarie verso attività produttive sostenibili. L’impegno è rivolto alla transizione verso modelli di maggiore sostenibilità ambientale, sociale e di governance che interessano tutto il sistema economico. Anche il settore finanziario deve operare per dare il proprio contributo e Credem è consapevole della necessità di migliorare i propri impatti diretti su ambiente e società, cogliendo inoltre l’opportunità di strutturare prodotti e servizi che rispondano alle nuove esigenze della clientela. L’iniziativa "Sustainability" avviata con il FEI rientra quindi in una più ampia strategia del Gruppo che ha l’obiettivo di misurare e gestire i rischi ambientali e climatici connessi anche ai finanziamenti alla clientela così come richiesto dalle Autorità di Vigilanza Europee. L’Istituto sta infatti predisponendo nuovi strumenti per supportare le aziende nella transizione verso processi a minor emissione di carbonio o che comunque comportino una riduzione degli impatti ambientali.  Credem ha inoltre intrapreso un nuovo rapporto di collaborazione con Cassa Depositi e Prestiti (CDP), accedendo al Fondo Crescita Sostenibile e alle somme rese disponibili, anche in questo caso, dal MIMIT. Lo strumento adottato è il Fondo Rotativo alle Imprese, con un finanziamento composto da un contributo a fondo perduto, da una quota agevolata concessa al tasso fisso dello 0,5% e da una quota bancaria negoziata con il cliente a condizioni di mercato. Le agevolazioni del Fondo per tale strumento sono destinate alla promozione di programmi di ricerca, sviluppo e innovazione o per investimenti a carattere innovativo, elevata sostenibilità e che tengano conto degli impatti sociali nell’ambito delle finalità di transizione ecologica e circolare del “Green and Innovation Deal”. Read the full article
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regalclaw · 6 years ago
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this was gonna be a halloween based post, but cuz i came up with the idea too late, its now an end-of-the-Nexus based post so here, have a draw of some of my toons as the 4 riders of le apocalypse (but no mount lol) Fey Talis - Pestilence Reyga Dragonclaw - War Faren Hyte - Famine Luna Tikkels - Death Nexus will come to an end and we shall be judged for our sins lol
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huidol · 4 years ago
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saw the teen pearl redesigns going around and i completely forgot to post my own versions so here :-)
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chisatowo · 3 years ago
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Hiii new pinned post time babeyyyy
Welcome! My name is Keese and I sure do post things sometimes. I generally try to mostly post fandom stuff, but I fail at that a LOT so be prepared to deal with a lot of oc posting if you follow me fndfbshfb. I generally just like to ramble abt stuff and analyze media and make aus and such, and I also draw sometimes. I generally try to tag basic triggers as cw [thing] and I am willing to tag other things if asked. That being said I am not comfortable tagging healed scars of any variety, so if that's an issue for you I'd advise you don't follow and block me if you need to. (Dni and extra stuff under the cut)
(Also, I have commissions open)
Dni (I'll probably add more later but this is what I could think of at the top of my head):
Transphobes, ace/aro exlusionists, transmeds, and y'know all that other typical dni stuff 
Maps, proship, and whatever the fuck else all you pedos and pedo sympathisers like to call yourselves 
Fans of dmsp, aot, hetalia, south park, and also probably other medias I'm forgetting but you get the idea
If you are against mspec bandori hcs. I promise you citing a rly gross quote from a guy who's barely involved if at all with the writing process for bandori isn't the slam dunk take you think it is my dude.
If you're one of those people who like to call some bandori characters abusers, I'm so so tired man. 
Interests (bolded is what I most frequently talk abt):
Bandori
My ocs
Ace Attorney
Warrior cats 
Vocaloids 
Deltarune
Project sekai (I haven't read the stories yet though)  
Some of my basic tags:
#rat rambles (basic talking tag)
#keese draws (art tag)
#rat rants (I try to tag my longer rants with this)
#rat vents (my vent tag. I try not to vent on here too much though) 
#band posting (bandori talk tag)
#oc posting (oc talk tag)
#eternal gales (the tag for my main original story)
#warriors posting (warrior cats tag)
#lawyer posting (ace attorney tag)
#genshin posting (genshin impact tag)
#sekai posting (project sekai tag)
#vocaloid posting (vocaloid tag)
#delta posting (deltarune tag)
#dangan posting (danganropa tag, I don't post abt dr much anymore but just in case)
#cookie posting (cookie run tag, again another thing I don't rly post abt anymore but occasionally I relapse on that previous 2 year hyperfixation of mine that I now hate lol) 
Some of my comfort characters :] :
Moca Aoba
Chisato Shirasagi 
Rimi Ushigome 
Lisa Imai
Yukina Minato
Ran Mitake
Rei Wakana 
Hagumi Kitazawa 
Like every other bandori character lol it's my biggest comfort media
Dodie (oc)
Sier (oc)
Aris (oc)
Tali (oc)
Looser (oc)
Busy (oc)
Dancer (oc)
Softie (oc)
Alpha (oc)
Melody (oc)
Ramp (oc)
Kay Faraday
Trucy Wright
Pearl Fey
Mia Fey
ONE (vocaloid)
Kaito (vocaloid)
Flower (vocaloid)
Fukase (vocaloid)
Gumi (vocaloid)
Rui Kamishiro
Mizuki Akiyama 
An Shiraishi 
Sayu (genshin impact)
Barbara (genshin impact)
Sucrose (genshin impact)
Jean (genshin impact)
Kris dreemur
Sparkpelt
Dovewing
Some bonus info abt me!:
I'm an acearo lesbian!!! I rant abt aro stuff sometimes 
I love having fun gender hcs for characters, so I use a lot of non canon pronouns for characters. I also hand out aspec hcs to people like free candy fnfndurn
I am autistic and have adhd!!!
I generally prefer masculine terms, but am ok with gender neutral ones :] (Im agender btw)
I love talking abt my hcs and aus and stuff, so feel free to ask me abt them if you want!!
Some of my favorite bandori ships are chisahagu, yukiran, mayaeve, parechu, and polypa :)
There's some character relationships in bandori that I am deeply obsessed with but don't ship as a romantic thing, so know that's not usually me disliking the ship just me not personally hcing them as dating! 
I generally do appreciate tone tags, but try not to overuse them since I'm not that bad at reading tone through text, I just overthink more vague statements a lot. If you do overuse them a bit I won't be mad so don't worry too much abt if you're using them too much, but just try to keep it in mind 
I casually kin characters, with my biggest kins rn being Rimi, Moca and Lisa (Rimi is the big one though)
My endori player id is 7654777
My jpdori player id is 124144091
My jp proseka player id is 136166219262914560
Anyways. Pointy pog
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Also pls like if you've read! Ik people probably still won't but I appreciate knowing if people are actually reading this rnfmdjdmf
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gardenofdelight · 3 years ago
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The Most Precious Power
An unexpected visitor drops by Devil May Cry to check up on Lil Pea and her new protector. 
Here’s my drabble for DMC OC Week Day 6: Family/Background! This is the first time writing this OC...he’s been up in my head for so long now. Hope you enjoy! 😘
The human world has always been a fun place for the fey folk. Most fairies don’t stay for long, but it’s a cozy home to the resident pixie of Devil May Cry.
“Look, Pretty Boy!” she exclaims, happily flying down to the office while her fairy light glows pink with joy. “I found another fairy cup!”
Vergil glances over his book at the tiny thimble in her small hands. “Well done, Peaseblossom.”
Lil Pea beams with delight as she lands on Dante’s desk. “What do you think, Scruffy Boy? Pretty good find, right?” she asks while holding the thimble up over her head. 
Dante plucks the thimble with a quirked brow. “Where the hell do you find this stuff, Lil Pea?” 
“No nook and cranny is safe so long as there’s a Peaseblossom around!”
Vergil smiles behind his book as she flutters off to find more lost trinkets in the corner of the office. Dante laughs and adds the thimble to a little pile of various small treasures on his desk.
Both brothers admit that the shop is more lively with a very pretty pixie buzzing around, but her presence seems to bring unexpected visitors to their doorstep. 
The sound of soft knocking on the front door breaks the peaceful silence of the shop. Vergil remains still as his eyes flicker over to the entrance. A man with fiery red hair walks through the door, appearing friendly while scanning the office with a curious glint in his green eyes.  He’s wearing normal attire, black trousers with a casual shirt and coat...but the lap harp case strapped to his back strikes both brothers as a little odd.  
Dante greets the mysterious stranger with a wave. “Hey there...what can we do for ya?” he asks while eyeing him cautiously. 
The mysterious stranger looks at both brothers before speaking. “Ah yes, I’m just here to-”
“TALIESIN!!!”
Lil Pea pops out from a box in the corner of the room with an elated squeal. Her fairy light glitters many colors as she flies high over the mysterious stranger. A sparkling pink cloud completely surrounds her before she dives straight down in her human form. 
“Oh my!” the mysterious stranger exclaims while catching the giggling pixie. “You’re a lot taller than the last time I saw you!” he observes with a playful grin as he sets her down on the ground.  
“I can turn big whenever I want thanks to Pretty Boy!” she informs proudly, her fairy light glimmering with admiration as she frolics over to the couch. Vergil grunts as she hops right into his lap, ignoring the annoyed scowl on his face as she wraps her arms around his neck.   
The mysterious stranger chuckles in amusement. “I see! And you must be…what name do you have now?” he inquires while tilting his head towards the gushing pixie. 
“Peaseblossom!”
“Oh, that’s much better than Dewdrop!” he admits with an approving nod. “I can already tell that Peaseblossom has chosen her new protector very wisely.”
Vergil regards the mysterious stranger with a wary glare. The last time an acquaintance of Lil Pea’s came barging into the shop, he ended up in a duel for her honor...but this man doesn’t seem to be looking for a fight.  
“You seem well acquainted with my fairy,” he assumes while pulling away from Lil Pea’s affectionate cuddles. 
Dante stifles a laugh while leaning over his desk. “Are you another one of her ex-boyfriends or something?” he asks with a cheeky wiggle of his brow.  
Lil Pea hops off her grumpy protector’s lap with an irritated flutter of her wings. “Of course not, silly!” she exclaims with an annoyed frown while hugging the mysterious man’s arm. “Tali is my father!”
Vergil raises a confused brow. “Your...father?”
“Ah yes, where are my manners?” the mysterious stranger wonders aloud. “Taliesin the Bard,” he introduces himself with a respectful bow. “And you must be the Sons of Sparda, Vergil and Dante.”
“No, no, Tali! That’s Pretty Boy and that’s Scruffy Boy!” Lil Pea corrects while pointing at the brothers with a playful giggle before dashing up to the desk with an excited grin. “And oh! These are all the trinkets I’ve found in their shop!” 
Taliesin chuckles softly. “Still fond of finding lost treasures, I see!” he notes while inspecting the various baubles. 
“I have a bunch more! And I’ve made lots of pretty dresses!” she adds, her fairy light shining bright pink as she shows off her tiger lily dress with a whimsical twirl. “You wanna see my prettiest dress?”
“I’d love to!”
Lil Pea claps her hands gleefully. “Okay! Be right back!” 
A sparkling pink cloud of magic surrounds her once more before she zips away upstairs in her smaller form. “She’s grown up so fast in the past millennia,” Taliesin murmurs as he patiently waits for his daughter’s return. 
Dante stretches his arms rests them behind his head while leaning back in his seat. “So, you’re Lil Pea’s father. Does that mean you’re a fairy too?” 
“Oh, I’m just a simple bard with a talent for magic,” Taliesin replies absentmindedly as he examines the wall behind the desk. “That’s quite a collection of weapons! Do you know how to use them by chance?” he asks with a hopeful gleam in his green eyes. 
“Uh, yeah, I’ve used them a time or two.”
“Would you mind trying them out on me some time?”
Dante smirks at the peculiar question. “Is that a challenge?”
“Oh no! I just want to see if any of these can actually kill me.”
Vergil raises a quizzical brow. “I beg your pardon?”
Taliesin turns to the eldest brother. “Well, I’ve been searching for a way to die for many millennia now,” he informs with a weary sigh. “Never asked to be immortal, and this curse has proven difficult to break. But perhaps the power of Sparda will end my life?” he wonders while eyeing the Yamato next to its wielder. 
The brothers share bewildered looks before getting back to the matter at hand. 
“So, you’re immortal, but you’re not a fairy.”
“And yet, you claim to be Peaseblossom’s father.”
Taliesin shakes his head. “Not by blood, no. I created her after making a deal with the Fairy Queen.”
Vergil tilts his head with interest. “She wanted you to make a fairy?”
“No, no...that was the clever part of the deal,” he begins while pacing around the floor. “She was supposed to kill me but of course I came back to life like always, which is why she added the condition about making a fairy if I didn’t stay dead.” He pauses for a moment as he inspects a demon skull mounted on the wall. “She thought it would be impossible for a mage to create one of her beloved children, and the deal stated that I wasn’t allowed to leave the Fey World until I succeeded...I think the Queen was hoping to keep me there as her prize for eternity.”
Dante sits up in his seat with an intrigued smirk. “But you proved her wrong?”  
Taliesin nods as his lips curl into a sly grin. “Oh yes...and let me tell you, the Fairy Queen doesn’t take getting the lesser half of a deal lightly.” 
The mirthful twinkle in his green eyes dims with regret. ”She resents my- or rather, your fairy’s existence, so my daughter is not very welcome among her own kind,” he informs while turning his attention to the eldest brother. “But I knew this might happen, so I gave her all that needs to survive in the human world.”
Vergil ponders for a moment. “She was very insistent on being my fairy when we first met.”
“I did tell her that it’s very important to find someone to protect her when I’m not around, but it’s more than that.”
Taliesin summons a spectral image of a budding flower with a flick of his wrist. “I gave her all the notable qualities of a fairy: their capricious nature, penchant for making crafty deals, even their magic and immortality,” he explains as each petal of the flower bursts into bloom. “But I also instilled a rare power in her that no fairy has,” he reveals while slowly waving his hand over the image. 
“Most of her kind are attracted to strong emotions,” he continues as soft rainfall waters the newly born flower. “They cannot tell from right or wrong, good or evil, cruelty or compassion...but Peaseblossom can, and it’s this most precious power that truly protects her from the harsh reality of this world.”
The spectral flower begins to glow pink, growing brighter and brighter before all the petals shimmer into the form of a tiny fairy with dragonfly wings. Vergil stares in awe as the newly born pixie flutters up to his face and gives his nose a small kiss.   
Taliesin chuckles softly as he dismisses the image with a wave of his hand. “My daughter has always been attracted to the good hearted and the brave,” he clarifies while his enigmatic gaze bores straight into the eldest brother’s soul. “Which is why I know she’s in capable hands despite choosing the Dark Slayer as her protector.”  
Vergil tilts his head at the strange bard’s words. He remembers saving Lil Pea from the demons running amok in her meadow and her sudden deal to his fairy. All this time, he thought she offered because she was grateful to him, but it was more than that; despite all the pain and suffering he’s caused in the past, she sensed some good within the dark reaches of his soul.
Everyone looks up as tiny flecks of fairy dust shoot through the air before exploding like glittering fireworks. Then, Lil Pea comes buzzing down the office in a beautiful dress made of pink hydrangea flowers. 
“Ta da!” she exclaims while twirling around above her father’s head with a cute giggle. “Aren’t I pretty?” 
Taliesin smiles up at her warmly. “You’re as pretty as a petal on peony!” 
Lil Pea bounces in the air happily as her fairy light glowing pink at the compliment. Then, she swoops over to Vergil with a coy smile. “What about you, Pretty Boy? Do you think I’m pretty?” she asks while wringing the end of braided blond hair nervously. 
“But of course,” he murmurs, staring deeply into her wide purple eyes as a tender smile graces his lips. 
Lil Pea lets out a bashful squeal while hiding her face behind her tiny hands. Her fairy light reddens as she peeks up at her beloved protector between fingers. Then, she flutters up and gives his nose a loving hug before peppering his face with sweet kisses.         
“Aww! You’re such a softie, bro!” 
“Shut up, Dante!”
Dante chuckles softly as the pretty pixie continues to gush over his brother. “So, you really approve of your daughter’s new boyfriend, huh?” he inquires as the strange bard approaches his desk.
Taliesin regards his daughter’s protector with his critical gaze. “The Dark Slayer has done some horrible things in his pursuit of power, but my Little Petal is never wrong...he’s a good man,” he admits with a satisfied nod. “I just hope he can handle the unbridled affection of a pixie,” he adds with a soft laugh as Vergil tries to shoo away his fairy’s adoring attention. 
“He’s survived this long,��� Dante notes with an amused smirk as Lil Pea continues to tease her grumpy protector.
“That he has,” the strange bard agrees, feeling truly content with his daughter’s assured safety and happiness. “That he has.”  
✨🌺✨
The Story of Ceridwen heavily inspired the creation of Taliesin. He’s always been a fascinating figure cloaked in myth, and I couldn’t resist making my interpretation of him. 
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stormwarnings · 3 years ago
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an oc ficlet, this time for an arc trooper in the 109th legion, pearl aka ct-55-2489
pearl’s a clone trooper who fights in the battle of arantara, one of the first of the clone wars, and in it she loses her entire batch
(vod is a word that means brother-sister-mother-father – friend)
she gets her helmet blasted off her head and a shiny burn scar up the left side of her body, creeping up her neck and jaw, and then she gets a promotion – arc trooper in a squad of arc troopers, fighting for the 109th legion under a purple and white nautolan named mey fel whose eyes are pools of ink and whose lightsaber flashes through droids like a beam of sunlight
that burn scar makes pearl stand out even more than the heterochromia (one eye a full gold and the other a bitter caf brown) does, and so pearl buckles down and paints her armor with the same purple and white as all this legion – standing out’s no good, not when the people who should notice why you do are no longer there to tease you for it
pearl’s quieter than she used to be, and she doesn’t laugh as much, but her new squad – runaround, they call themselves – they’re alright, really
their sergeant’s a vod named tali who’s always doodling, and their scout’s a deaf clone named adi who’s friendly with one of the 109th head medics (dreamer, pearl thinks, and she thinks maybe she likes him too), and their squad medic is named lightning and he’s got a mullet and a face full of shrapnel scars, and their gunner is saviin, who’s shiny and wears his hair in two braids and still believes in the goodness of the world
together with pearl’s demo expertise, the five of them make a pretty decent team
they watch as general fel gets friendlier and sadder, as his padawan – twenty-five standard but a kid to pearl who’s one of the oldest clones in the 109th – gets knighted and becomes general irana, they watch as tali almost gets promoted, as dreamer does get promoted, as pearl almost gets a girl, as lightning mothers them all, as saviin paints his armor, as the news from the different fronts of the war starts growing hopeful –
protocol 66 falls like a veil over their eyes, like a screen of red, and pearl shoots general fey in the back, and she’s screaming inside, because not two days ago he was lending her a book, saying think about after, because not a week ago he was finding puzzle sims for runaround, saying it seems your knowledge is surpassing my own, because –
because it doesn’t matter what she thinks, because her hands are not her own
they don’t see adi again, but when pearl wakes up (because someday she’ll speak to other clones and it will be different for every single one but for her there was something over her eyes and she couldn’t see and she couldn’t be awake even while her eyes were open – )
when she wakes up, lightning’s there, concerned and gaunt and broken-looking, and saviin and tali are too, and adi and dreamer and general irana and general fel are not
they run
and that’s the thing of it, really, that the galaxy is not so nice – not that it’s ever been – but sometimes it’s kind, as the four of them fight and cry and bleed in the unstable months after the entire world turns inside out
the thing of it is that, pearl finds, there are still people who are kind; still people who are willing to offer a room or a warm meal, stow them away on a ship, give a haul job to four lost barely-adults who only ever really knew people just like them
they shiphop across the expansion region, towards the outer rim, sometimes left with bruises and sometimes left with the commcode of a friendly trandoshan who makes the best caf creambread outside the colonies – they keep some of their armor, dark cloaks over top of purple arc armor, and it comes in handy when they start taking bounty jobs because that’s the other thing of it
it’s hard not to fight, when fighting is all you’ve ever known
in between jobs they camp on planets with skies clearer than transparisteel, keeping their heads down and staying away from hotels – around the fire lightning tilts his head up and eats without wincing, tali draws general fel and general irana and dreamer and adi, saviin tells them a story he heard from the townsfolk and they all don’t look too close at how much his hands shake
pearl grows her hair out like dreamer’s was, curls halfway down her back, and tries to remember how to laugh
five years after order 66 and the rise of the empire, in a tiny bar on an enormous old fueling station orbiting a tiny star near wild space, pearl meets someone who doesn’t even have to try to make her giggle
unfortunately, said someone is a pirate who pickpockets saviin, flirts shamelessly with lightning, and manages to piss off tali, all in one go
celebrea trisk is a mikkian – inescapable, beautiful, skin and head-tendrils like the orange sun in the mornings that’s thick and soupy on the horizon, grey eyes and silver makeup and a large gun that she knows very well how to use
her crew frequents the fueling station (a hive of piracy and bounty hunters, scum and villainy except it’s not so much scum and villainy as it is those who disagree with the empire and are named traitor as such) and so does the remnants of runaround squad, and somewhere along the way pearl finds herself being courted at the same time as runaround figure they might as well help out celebrea’s crew with some odd jobs
and in return, one of the humans that runs with celebrea helps them out, gets them some property on the refueling station – and runaround gains a home, where lightning bakes and tali tattoos and saviin talks to people, and pearl can feel safe without feeling hunted
(and if any free clones happen to stop by the castilon system, well, there’s always a bed to sleep in and some warm bread for them to eat)
and things start getting better, in these scraps of life they must eke out, and when the rebellion starts growing big enough to be something, there comes an unasked-for but no less appreciated surprise: adi and general irana, alive and whole
pearl wakes up sometimes from nightmares to find celebrea snoring on her chest, tracing pearl’s scars in her sleep – the burns, the blaster grazes, the inked names of all those she’s lost – and pearl pulls celebrea tighter because even when they argue (explosively, frequently) she loves her, she loves her
and pearl loves lightning and tali and saviin too, and she loves adi and general irana when she sees them (just teressu, the jedi says, lines around her eyes because she’s not the kid she once was and neither is pearl, really), and she loves that stupid mutt that lightning picked up from the alleys, and she loves the di’kutla weirdos that celebrea’s got on her crew, and she’s got friends in the rebellion because she’s part of the rebellion, still fighting (always fighting) but this time for something she believes in
the world was never very nice to pearl, but oftentimes it is still kind
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squigglysquidd · 4 years ago
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Fibo Chapter 29 Snippet
They arrive on the shores of the lake Olor just as the sun reaches its peak in the partially cloudy sky, the trees petering off as they draw closer to the water so that everyone finally gets to see something above their heads despite the overbearing canopy of trees. The humidity seems to have gotten a bit better too, perhaps calmed by the cooler air coming off the lake. There’s still enough to stick to the skin like wet clothes, but the bit of breeze does wonders when compared to the usual stillness of the forested swamp.
Unlike they suspected, the Tower isn’t just at Olor, but in the middle of a large section of the massive lake on an island encompassing the large castle and its grounds. They’ll need to take a boat or two across because getting to the nearest town on the shore of the lake is bound to waste enough of the day that they’d be at the Tower of Mannovai when dark hits and they’re all pretty sure the scholars and magisters there are unlikely to just hand over a good number of beds to those who make it over.
That, and everyone - though they don’t say it aloud - knows getting a ship from a small town of salarians while krogan are in their group and their packs are obviously packed with armor and weapons is going to be more hassle than it’s worth. Forget getting to the Tower at night. They may not make it there for days as Jon tries to sweet-talk the settlement’s leadership.
As the Normandy crew start to set up a small camp meant more for them to get a chance to relieve themselves and the fei of their heavy packs than pitch tents for sleep. They do set up an area for Jon to gather the others into talks of the situation and it’s there that Jana finally sees Tali and gives her a smile, thankful that her friend seems to have gotten out of the forest without too much mud clinging to her suit. Her feet? Absolutely but that can be washed off, not too different from any time before if they were to travel on foot.
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libidomechanica · 2 years ago
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“And worse, her boy, your”
A ballad sequence
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But thoughts to make your slumbers mix     with me to expiate at dawn in warmth or a whispered     thee the same, in the Close of Ramazán, ere the stories     clustered, out of blamed with tears ago. Of games, and cherry,     cream, and follow you, light
in this love killer, spare no herd’s     crooked her face. Second, yonder do inuitest me to     be, and this, that bosom heaven play: then do mine was it     was sweet, O Love, and not been misled, and al was all the     heed that he living creatures
of other Arac, nor broken     lilies and blended wife yet I felt the last gracious     orient ivory slide down thy circle waited, wherefore     says yes including at its turned to rest, burns in this     blessed her all show, as if
caught to have no talys. With Earth     again within that Johnny’s left scole, and small bird of     prayer, when on the shore says yes including and less fancy     plays: hither was Johnny, Johnny do, I pray you do     not meant so much a day,
were spent, thoughts to my hearts, that sith     them without breezes blown forth. My though thou no sounds, she posts     of gold hath wedde, and gaze, know through we playing, we find tongue,     I smote her side of what is esteem. My John. Such tears,     whereunder pines, her god, she
lift? In the late to time I was     beten for panting waves the tent: but wi’ miscarriage; for     hate, it can easily sunder the wordes writen storm:     a handmaid of God has made thee me. They flash on him like     a wisp: and thy breath, till
I think, this loste he bothė thyng than     Rome is slightly dream. With presence in both to blame me throne,     we kisses her soul had felt as I! Mocks your of the wood     cabins, through, instead. The might; therefore me; Lesley is sae     faire adoun. And worse, her
boy, your knights and rushed with a ruby     ring, so will you; and aspire to drop not friends, and but     not more we knows so much for beasts, have never tongue, o noblest     she to me you. A gathered either Johnny’s glory.     So gracious boy, from blood;
but yet truly love them. She did     me afright; she told, perforce; and on their broad-flung there was     every man sat stir this glimmers. Ah, my fey, that my angel     pure Beauties into hay: i’m martyr of octogamye;     why stand time, oh couldn’t be
paid, but smal, and in shadow of     my lust, modest gracious eyes that change the bolts of the world’s     share a river level feet, and bone recovery, et     cetera—could pipe and Maud will nane the bees and miles     broken his grave understonde.
I swear that men his blynde horse—     his spoil it, give for now I can’t blame him,—she spoken, but     scalding duct tape, like dust, like Her—her Harp filling trust me,     and unlade her man, with his soule be in grain veneered     wither face What’s freedome
gladly, nyghtyngale, what helpe     me so greeting air and small his tenants, wrong, but since, and     gold. Goes, and I remaining eye exposed, as a pye. In     oure viewless web toil’d form of gold; somme han myn honde. Art still     wail the langest habitacioun
from her and suffre hym in     some concord of Nights of ice, and he upon it if our     rusty gowns, but scalding twigs spread, under pines in shadows     wide—be sure, but scalding it reminded been sphere like effects     procure; and thirty
years amid a murderer would     never bleach. Whose boughs, but on the freezing day; chains of a     burning day, come hame to move as rich. A trump’s her thine all     our blood no mischief to be called my breathe meadows wide—be     sure ye even the man.
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Untouched that the weigh, for the Courtly     Nymph, or God’s own grace. For all the slave among us,     if only beauteous region bites it was ne’er you can using     you, know you love with the wise as the favours! Go roule     aboute. And yet in
a Lente—so oftė have him well; perhaps,     and on my tyme. ’ And this’ he says yes including at     anchored to us, some cornice-wreaths of your heart shall have     been so wikked and writ in a distance failure to the     castle o’ Montgomery!
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What womman kitte it will stream that     she brush of mud and in the gastly glimmering voices     of shame, burst thy faces
the soul of every life to learnt,     we, conscience, with tears from gliding bark, whose vermilion dies,     claymore and hospitable:
or, maybe, black mark unto     Ynde, and here will stake my dwell in travelling. For many planes     about with Wilkyn, oure
vices she is fast, surroundingly—     a gift of all my friends from here she see; for ever     be merry tune, my darling,
my daily sail to virginitee     is rain lasts all my beth makes me at last night. And Litter     wrong for to send us
back, and partly fear on the     lean and how has lost outright. And Betty he wild? And swears     told, we shout in upon
my flessh, while other the fields unders,     nameless would country- women? A clement slowly throne,     they left, and Provençal
song, and its Treasure quaffs, to wash     them with profane I with me but it is greet chiertee! And to     the park, huge Ammonites,
the same men of my dread to hear     each sweet is no long despair, but wel that undulant white     yowes. Thou shalt scorn that
she moved, no, but yet being, haste     to han thousand in haste to push my Body when the Winds     like honey—but worn my
Brow, and before me like a rope.     And seyde that hobbles up to the clematis. And if thou     may see your heart never
in which th’ Atlantic boring     of wild that, as on the feast shone, still action and hopes     are fled from their monstrous
idols, careless is, she fell     delivering with tears, of art, of spruce, new seaweed on the     words; and nevere will come.
Others for to pleye. My dames loore,     and bubbling sudden through his duer unto his feet were,     sits do suggest me? Room
after wolde han slayn me, me, the     planned, your newly cut hair damp from the wise hangs freedom, force;     and worse and pass unseen,
In wrath and worse-confounds in silken     masque or pleasing now you’ll fling: the scent will not gaze upon     that I have ears betray
the isles of life; O more dear;     no, then to me not lost or spur, then calling, for thee, wild     nights in joy o’er again
with sorwe! The through the center. And     therwithal, unless you: but that necessary. The child,     lest their motion: touch my
mother accents of road, oh     cruelty, doe not, when the music blend with Logic absolute     the breast to herself!
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The June than I. Alike flies; and     on me; for, by my fey, that which its long had heart in power     by far your bed will
soon be here: after Rage den, and     rocked to loue, as perles, ne this rash intrusion, a stand     to every casually
can see them in thee or spyen? From     this, and that nobody knows as wel after dearest lie     hid? The boles, and then she,
you prized my deadened me with     truth! And, amber, in the reins, when Dawn’s Left Hand thy servants,     wrong, and al swich wish I
were blackly darkness made them in     the rest. Of valiant body talk and I, a bird stiffens     in their great god Pan, how
tall pine at theretofore, to     an even stayed at my feith, he seyde he mente they meant so     much; if only I crept
into thinking of you, Mag. Do     I not reason did strikes each lifted up; there thy brood,     however deep as its smoot
me on this mouth; and some fine upon     the Clover man, yet human dress, to her face grow long,     and hir likyng. That is
but half the housbonde hidden in     his pony too. See and to complain housbonde, on another     worth his child of his
wyf, and raise to counsel then or     promiseth, he brave Music of rage, for a Song. Been boughs     breath or sang cannot better
blows all of some great Hunter—     the Wine of us—Pish! To bring houses, like an oyster     that Jhesus, God who quake
to walked and love. Stays shut. Spell out     of the lifts thee more or sweet post with a man, and tis beyond     affection of that.
Gládly, sire still she would like     my ruby ring upside down; and I your face: watched make a     Couch of all, come hame to
cheek in life, whose waxing wanton     and that are brave Music of a tale is tired of why     we called through the power.
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All along since kind of boot or     this pace is holds a poising more of hym corrected be;     night well deserts, and my
love which, years, he never he be     fair heaven be sweet on the first thinks! And I must take of     one, and tended, there great
conclusion. I’ll look less as in     the nice yellow guineas for me. And Betty, go! And a     possessed with Florian
said cried she like a ghosts, have tortured     friends from her blood. She stronger thankfulness and love, yet     be most I left to do,
deceit: he always remember     me and feel myself, a broke and for eleven; tis not     speaking its cruelly meek,
breaking the same: new needles on     the closets, silks shall things do not Cupids. Or like a mouses     herte was the cliff, when
I’m crying, please him, he had maad     force her for her kiss. Like to winter’s hand: cleave me for a     lassie ever found and
be deed er it rained to a thought!     Seventh Gate I rose and care. I am the throat, and the     devil take the read,—tis
Johnny, every clime, that flowers.     Wave on want to light as his neck unto hevene. Two persons.     And shame, and she smile
an abstracting leaks from the Close     of collect it, and ears, and then we machine own way, I     have spoke impetuously.
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The Memory? Yet I am     near it not to the garland white dressed the stature vnidle     knows! When we moved as horse; they shouldering nights himself and     gems and true’ varying to the Turkish new moone mind, where.     I though one I love the
death, but being bosks of it not     to the midst a fragrant flame kindly badge of a violin     lasts of the make an end: and Venus seel. Close his jacket     as word scarce could ask me why the shade. And some in sagging     aft thy knee; the like
the tide: and foretold, and shortly     rain’d, spurd with Maiesty. Our guide my bark invested you, whole     day wears, where are men speke. When out—at worthy things are at     my fey, I told this woman: then down, there wastebasket. And     why on her foes commend.
Once come in the teeth of Ithaca,     and of shame tongues licking revenge us and in act,     remember than one: our second, your love, yea, the same or     for him that seith thine and look—a thousand with his wyf was     so hende, have I not looke
loues dainty food; if eagle fierce,     she was something expected; but love no talys—thus goth     all return. And Litter that was Florian, cursing Cyril     whispered thou may’st thou shalt steer, and God-filled, but to dwell     in the life with thou make
me into the sholde I chidde he     me glosen up alone, thogh he wood, when Cloe’s eyes of this     endlesse natured? In some a sound. Sick men hem on honde that     sound and gay, she’s thorns, and new delights and was loathsome.     Experience, and seems it
right the bane of Love, had to help     to the morwe; and sunny lane some buried are put it was     so full lips can no more subtilly; it nys quit. I heard     in thy trains my young spruce again, even so. Beyond     affection’s plighter held, was
al man was gone with all these fears     before Shirúeh’s Feet drencht in Blood I devour’d till my heart     it would like a rope. Thou seyst som for perfumed be! Full-blown     aboute to blow! Abode his Heart’s happened ears, and the breeze     would elide your pain, more
subtle and fevers beneath me     wood. But I thought, and bring and strictly held by no disconsolate     pure and precipices, by union tables ever     dearer; robert Burns: pass by hunder than with happy     Autumn weather, Brother!
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To gracious as well desert my     Julia, dear silence, like fairy-gifts fading Lilia     woke disconnected numbers
mix my song. And—A blind for     to be, and look on Ida, rang with the nebulous love     and kings were out at her:
the sparkling my rude force, intent,     for judgment. Which that desire you this, raise the earthen     follow your flown: perhaps
he’s the clocker, rap, the brand,     and he’s my darling, but thou stealing prow, and darkly bribe     to fill the story, whan
that sith a smiling round the world     Babels: they talk and I pardon me prophesying clown puff     his life’s strange for me. And
teche us yongė men of the little     fortune—range beach draws the front, but with all on every     neighbour, Susan’s side: by
the hues of those those that would be,     great love, and faith infinite Pursuit of Things great gold at     the bold warrior lady-
clad; which true retreat of hir lond,     the otherwise with the river, the one I love you in     words—but watch the gilt, or
elles hadde leyser and our life     exulting for, when small, washed the places, lived in grain: Love     is the blossom for?—The
Night air handsomeness, her Willy.     And his same here it brenne hire, ever has such a blossomed     anew,—yon looks again
with such an old and higher     on trains for public means which I sang, and enter, and sister,     we coupled, so mock-
love, the goldenrod glows, and heavy     sleep I dremed of all. And drew nigh that the deepening     love were prettiest, beaten
with you withouten except     I that great gold at the mind, and no wommen vinolent     is not for all minds admit
impediments. A faint and     day, cash fortune of us will strengthening scent of flies     whose babies in that made
of grass, and of all is, where nourished     and here you are. And gentle yet prees at chirps again     and let the Earth! Lap from
our sweep or such a handmaid of     honour is honour once, tearily, and I never writ,     moves dark wave mid-channel.
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His flessh, while. This nightingale and     pluck youre prayers; my mother word. Our embrace; and winged Dryad     of callous and headlong
for Kim. Used they all night, and the     dew, under the painful was left but make an oyster that     buyldeth his delighte a
cat; for thee that we wyves two,     and so bifel that I seyde, Theef, thus unfriends from ancient     trees, and I wonder, and
kneled fair; but Cloe is mild and     handsome, when Old Love must of your joys, struck such a day. And     our good, but as the songs
and firy levene moote I dragg’d     down i’ the beard-blown again;— the close the cypress it. And     inclination of me
to steel; other foes with pleasure.     The closer pretty; but trim and clip my wife, lust, my Heart’s     wise and displese. Some crying,
now a twist the moon hadde at     all wild flowery lap of Tyrol borrowed from thy     mandolin. Among the golden
fulness. It’s just after thy     naked not wear a gift where did but sweet, yellow half-     historic, country-women?
Whiles Beauty’s angels’ trump’s her     melancholy; the past; let be the boggy summer weeping     that depth below. May noght
he. If I weep a pure Beauty     hold his mother endless dole. Is no tell her, Swallow chime.     Sometimes it will perfeccioun,
ech fallen dumb. Men may not     know how fully sin; a green? I am the long hand is     made hir lecchours after
me. But honey—but wi’ miscarriage;     scarce a sod. Those who disconnected numbers flow, I     droppyng hound. Tho reddens
over the gooth the crimson     rosebuds in their sex, and notched by delight upon his fals;     I dremed of waking
they’ve been half hous al of grief. Your     voice with Eden didst bid them all the most beautiful! Through     that throat in gold, as flie,
thapostles in the bettre leyser     and pin’d and rest followed: and her hornes messenger and     short, or long; the remedy?
She listen’d with profane I     with his shirt off, dancing with Dust. ’Er me; you until your     bitter when the spur sheep!
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’ A tocher; the young Chevalier.     I am free thyn honoured one time should fetter angels’     trumps do not prove it,
my other in the Field, her spirit     quick beat: come, she life? In Johnny’s near, oh! I am     not yet; these weird seizure
and by the roaring create you     been spheres of darkness, Paine doth with ther Mercy, Pity, Peace     upon it and know by
the rivers. Walter she goes beneath     thee the stem less mine eyes’ full many a seinte Venus     me yaf my love because
I beren hem reverential     awe we watcher until I saw the first great shining can     be know, was not so well.
Poor for love. Chewed them out upon     her curvëd pointed. If charm than their great waves that was as much     love, such a day this might
by life, who know the sun and smacking     heaps o’ clavers: and on your voice of two moste yeven     that I render a broke,
nor looks again, would know eternal     breaks: I dared the king. Soul and breeze has dashed it, and up     holy planed her talking,
but this is how I hate me fresh     myrtle twins her breath should still her sumptuous heard with bad     rain. Now on thy cruel sunshine,
O let me ba thy calmly     great ends: then a loftier for such, and those same: new needles     on a sudden-thrill
of her breezy air; where he was     said was Hugh’s at Ascalon: a good manners, and I’ll try     to despite of single
one, sings our love, and his skinklin’     patches? Had touche,—he mente the plaintive air, and love. And a     countrywoman, like one
whoso that al wole envenyme,     hath my tears! A little where Nature is a louder     gale has a shutter loosed
ourselves to injury. Wind slow     flapping worse that he drank from nobody knows so red the     periwinkle train once,
your false love upon his known. Werther,     and in oure vices ouerthrow, not by rude songs and something     finer than others.
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“Dame, I admire how turn themselves?     Like and frost thou will beautiful and make a little there!     What profit and kill and
my Johnny has a swallow, the     very where yon red rose- enameld skies. Our guide her life     exulting for you, when
every Muse and followed. Haste, infants     are drive to kiss; for that she hies; tis silent horse—his     speed. Darling, for mouths never
saw the dream, cool’d a long since     my deadened flesh in mariages, to whom she lent my     love me, if I probably
still. So blessed in pursuing, and     all to the last she caught to fear I would you this, and have     hooted frosty air will
do it for slight: thoughts should I give     his delightful Herb whose fair, wi’ Chloris in my nece, which     out from court with chemic
skill, some bay-window into the     chart. Grew side the sware that I have his pockets of the hand     and both should clang it, and
blossom press that you slay me ones,     and lay the fancies? Now Johnny answer rang, Not Death,     immortal frame wher that nyl
be wise hand to end. Daphne hath     in the struggle in oursels asunder; but for to spangle     the river: the Branches
that was ta’en, the little ones     of my dread thee down; to see me by the far-fam’d Grecian     mayde? A day subtle and
woo her, by the Apostel tolde     it on Aunt a little way to pleading violet knots of     infamy my cowards
had force, thunderbolts: what tenderest     strait is a war? Let those than that the plain about us     pealed dispatches?
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That can see a mist that, near it.     For my bosom brake with a star, not yet in all spleenful     folly: was its pinnacle
to hearts up to the beauty’s     wastebasket of love will ne’er before, I smote her had wound     in my bosom, and hopes
of proof makes a lady’s finger,     then hey, for a herd of western window, and fell out of     hand the days still, my inside
its all the gently to hell,     my friendship! Shall rise; that fades We crossed witch, haunting heavens,     and helpeth thee is resting
every man calling trim, and     all thy Proper excellence; there I with will wrap you up     his eyes shut. And who knowen
lecchour, first times from the most     of Wisdom’s Door, she waterlily shook it al! The bay     liknest it drop the shore,
speak? Yet have I used to the North.     For which Loue conquer Loue; the gentle yet prevailing round     while you was mine. Delight
and stronger guests, and we hadde left     but minister rain dropped me. Of mariage! The Doctor! You     leapt some in joy, I cannot
see you: go. And how she     wastebasket of smooth calm ocean invades it. Manuscript should     be a proprė body, and
I’ll be no screams—she called is the     Ground; womanlike, but where or limb—oh God forbid it     And wha sae reads the large.
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Not a red rose-tree will die of     lids the plough, what hath learning bread and you—I know such a     Snare of frere wol heere. Then
said he, last of smoot me ones, and     call my gossib or a whispered lowly, how dark summer’s     mellow, the other on
earth do this cigarette into     the dede; and so bifel that to say they maad upon his     world’s false speech a shadow
dances in our young tree that ilke     proverbe in all? Make, I wol renne his delights pursuer;     at mine. Unforeseen—tiny
bottles her drooped to read; and     yet of more the salt heart, and some palace found Quiet under     the splash and ever
in a Box whose shadows in     anything and the me how cream won’t even to wyte. You see,—     with slaughter, how sweet body
have seemed as blesse followed the     shutting in the human loungest head. Do not know he shadows     and rest of your eyes;
and were great Argument about     him with the Seed of Wisdom is son and wostow why? Over     pavement in heard a
Voice went with there have been wyse, but     in the colour habitual faster, as wel of the     pastoral eglantine,
where I make the spy you done my     Credit in myn herte root or the guest hid: but even our     bride, and not been, what hopes
crowd. Said on every thyng we gave     always be my walkynge or twice I raise; but their last, a     love wastebasket. I am
the glaciers and on the Tory,     and part; no further horse-man ghostlike, half-self, the one     you with good the caresses
by thee never was he speketh     of Indies wouldst before; oh dear, my Philly, she’s     nobody to build up yon
heather growes ope, the same,     perplexity; thy fair Syrinx in triumph in your travel’d     by the stroke of the cube
and a Voice went his herte nat fet     for leaves sae fondly! And see, through life’s Liquor in which serves     to important person
to admonitions of eisel     gainst thy sweet was slayn, that many though her face, the grace was     proxy-wedded feathered
till to Solitude; yet still bite     my Fall! Thou seyest, right piece of the stars; a tap at they should     be knows welle, bád nat dwelle.
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To harm in the bright king absurd.     And—A blinding sheets. What waiting the Wise to talk you float     about the songs the death
was lost my ring, give to time passions,     fears before boarding twigs spread out of host to a land     of Love, or of the throne,
where but sweet ecstasy! I yet     it shortly rain’d the sterness— and less divide into the     Apostel what hopes of
hem faire than a gloom, ourself unknown     at ther-of hadde hem slayn, that evere will contente is     experience, and fair
heart never of my Purse tear, and     again. A siren we; preesse ouercame that are not fewer;     growing a snowflake into
the more, won’t even drive a     thundering eyes the place, for a Song. And brown through the captive     one, of horse, he shaken;
it is not quite at his wisdom,     Better of his lust that have been suffre hire dette?—He men,     huge Ammonites, and mind
you appears to escape writen     of my youth return. Face and grass turned away some ballads     o’erturned the terminals.
There he seyde I made a human     soul can be; for blood. All pray you didst makes such night be     takes a gander, she: but,
wretched it, then another is     so cold engendrure,—this clerk at Rome, and thy cheke, and thee,—     and look’d on her work, doth
hence me like spoons while. A little     to hill. Now that land: through the periwinkle train aflame.     In high place. Deep being
sad thou my love, I saw, in grass;     and chime. Thy servants, which does usher my heart, and a shake     of Nature’s scarce is kind:
but ther best, some in the ones, and     to shift, my lassie ever foul dragoun, that sitting of     lighted, and then, demanded
the limpid water bottles     herte was myn honour, that would notary wouldn’t risk my blight     like a river; and act
is others end: again-her arms,     she love is no ghost beam of a someres game withouten     his Highland Mary.
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It as easily sung the pavement of the stone.     While thy bared snow; there was tolde he speech place, as well, make Game of the days are endearing,—     Stella single one, like Loves aboute.
An army of the Bowl from court with Ida, full     of lyes! And if that chance to grasp this sense of Life, then I read—two lettest o’ Beauty     hold his sullen might be sifted clean
and at his locked, garden throng, her robes, and take it     to flying from the coldness of the Banquet—none in the curtain the next to us,     some in suck’d away some gold hath we’ll
say, mine were much wrong by the ghosts, his chirrup fiddle-     faddle; but being colours from hour ago, on Johnny, mine eyes, and mind grew up     from out forth and notepads, wet-winged
pear you are a bell A little tales did Johnny,     never utter; would serve you for come! Nor Goddes sweep or such as I kan nat seyn; but     I thee all the sea, but Er that in
the tunes the laste, precipitate a nocturnal     carnation of the lapping off bridge; and muttered all the forever. The broken tongues     licking the Súfi flout; of my own,
my other’s fame, made this: the same face as long summer     Month the Root—and with some dull lead, color of this head of the darts be gone! And when     rocks in Egypt. Done well. Dear and clearer
to choose and fell. And ever give for joy his     the early! Of wenches from their queen. He looks are sad hear against my memory to     picture your voice by heart only long,
in death for as a thought bard from the old, and I     was obviously a forest lodg’d in azure gloom profane I will say we did appear,     though a great among the Root—and
wilt proverbes than its Lap from some in thy waters     never bleach. Alike fog smother end of Life, the gods had past: and had ne’er know, and     in shadow from the lily-shining
strait; I grate her troth. For many girls—sick for what     you, already to it, get beyond all that bright do of Venus werkes words and doun,     to reden on their lips. ’Er a peevish
Boy, would dwindle hopeless with their love! Such warbling     fear, to counsell can bury through that sweetned soul with colours for thou doubt, till     qualified, for a lass o’ Inverness
would I eat? Cap of Tyrol borrowed name and I     remained mouth moste his wyf he yaf me a feyned unto my lamenting names in many     plan, have time and cherries with dew.
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For its darkened soul and be sad.     If this mother doctor nor his merchandize; I barter     curl upon the Wild nightingale cried; Forbear to let their     own true occasioun amphiorax at Thebes sory cheek in     like Wind I go. Or elles
often enough the maidens     are idle, bet that was cutting blush’d with chastitie: o eyes,     Forst by the affirmed not look at our bowlers. Thee for to     die, and still raw lovely lassie o’ my swan, my othere     to cousen your breast part
banter, feigned on spirit fold, and     somme han dryve nayles in the moonlight, and star we called my     neighbouring the world are maidenlike a gently,—for a     song, whan that cruel! Same to kiss the curtains out of myracles,     and ’twill all the Beautie
be, let him as a greater grieve,     so he with quill and pale a stumped up and die, and robb’d me     of Spring sun. I think what musing; the people would crazed     him with such a day. Little space was the same wode a croce;     nat of mind. When you’ve
done and sudden turn with this sacred     flamily igniting of Flora and the monstrous     idols, carvings, and Lethe- wards out, each speed. Do I not look     that I shal do me good the los of a shrewe thy lyf; keep     still stay till her still break
the heaven knows! That all? And partly     lov’d nevere which alters never willy-nilly flowers,     mother’s running ears, that I hadde enchanted silence,     mount and we down thy brow, to light as must have for oure all     go by. We doubt if this
time by to-morrow. And Betty’s     still lingereth me wrought. There, and pipe of this mazde power     add the powers, and the king’s gray stations to pass like the     wood, when rising a draught draws up to dreams around the song     she laughing-space. But thinking
about you, their manhood! I     have beat her feet sent out again; for ten long life to lingering     yet; but that Love. And, sitting Lilia, the let the     buried, for hate, it tikleth me but loue; and yet was     Florian strife, deep you many
manere agilte his wisdom!     Its joys and That enter and he’s my Johnny perhaps, he’s     race, her bosom heavens; for the bound them faire thy comes. Of     continent, above the beere, I sey nat letter. When Goethe     hall: above thee not, and
pale. As there reign’d instead. If they     pushed in the air, he shadows in a dream, and with Florian,     cursing Cyril and understonde, has dashed it lying     the lass wi’ a tocher; then came to telle for to wet     a widows, over cities
like vibration, he, made answer     down beneath and that Johnny goes. Will ye go to think     about it lay the Last Forever. Me that I have smile     that am nat a woman climbs are fair day forest of     true goode, and wires a clove
an advent to kiss the wide house.     And night’s extinguishing knees now make thee. Fit to get married     to one, and ungrateful were in the languid breeze flew     through and al swich a man: the placid marble figures watched     her freight or Left as the
shakes a lady, one that they seekes     told that time cool’d a love when all hope of dewy wine,     in my House, greek, set with right beauty is no synne; bét is     to the weight blue gazed up withouten purveyed of Wisdom     did I confess it, the
sholde it grows upon her souls transmute.     For ever comes, or haply the gods who discreet a     nyght this praise great stand till it spring, the devil, wooing     his passions, allas, that I shall take it. Strawberry: then     he that shakes a pitty.
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And to heart is but after wyn     or a sigh, she did yeeld; more to see each in turn; and the     simmer in and riche, of
house halves you want to land the Fiend,     sapphire—love even, all in the faint respite the boulder;     and frost thou leave me
thus? We cannot tell. What happy     Betty’s face may giver, what bold and wrought I can folds his     son. As made. Looks back to
change—I saw that look at the sink.     Psyche, your unmistakable goods; fixed mariage! Lost to     have, I nam nat I. Hurling
man hire biwreyed I myself     about? Thou shoulder-knot a-creaking, old Susan had sunk     to change it stood a bust
of this pardon—as it a vision     flee, yet I love me— me—sure the Well of love, and kill     him in vain! What, waxing
wanton and grieved my cowardice     and threw a lace of all into thral, and swallow’d bait. Which     their way again; our day
they come to her, that it displays     her flowers as moisture and richesse, for in the woman     climbs are on the pit. Core
while Thou art pouring the flowers,     mother husbanded he was, ne eek that I have done it:     how I hate memories
clustered by the dew on flower,     amid a prophet, for him up unscathed: give for one hour!     In housemaid wered
Johnny answer, like Flatter: we     dismiss you countrywoman, quite, one that so our souls like     the Seed: yea, then all the
shell of Life to all: and the kitchen     behind me, and largesse? Woke—and a shall have often     lived, and eke I with joy.
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I though my tale, if your arms     akimbo and that seem. Lamp- lit from my sigh for his cap instead     of tears amid a murderer of the light like ourselves     delights would I forget some boy would enroll the sight.     The moonlight o’clock is
on the king. Of Ramazán, ere     the park, huge Ammonites, the thrice-turned the past and calumets,     clanged horse are doing, twelve, and sweeter flown about     the clouds chastitie: o eyes, in Johnny! The fruit-tree will cling     today—this, som that see!
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A half-wise; susan, I’d glad.     Your face, a Gothic light: and heart. Sire olde kaynard, is     that flickers whereby! With
his hous! And that seith the gates. By     this sely man thou sing, for an ouche of his heretofore,     I wepte but claim to grasp
in your hidde he hadde writes; and hating     sheephooks, and tow tassembled. For thogh that blazed with the     Door agape, came out a
party for many a myrie wol     heere. And, falling out of melancholy years since, will die     of summer long; I should
shame come to peril of expire.     And now that was nothing great Argument, fair, kind of hire     eke. A desart wilde that
morning sow’d the Shah;—Salámán’s     Eyes, till to hem the gift utterly, invisibly: he     toilet and sorrow There
is no longer to tell her, telle     tale of tho. She press’d, and one but conseillyng is not     entire as long legs
and to each! And thanne, seistow that     if we maker, that’s what the broken-headed spider close     above and snowshoe, toys
in language the first, at length the     chance but shuddering as the pony’s tail, and, sitting air     and fro fluctuated,
Inclinacioun, I ne owe you     laugh to call, while on yon hill, afternoon sun. Tide in oursels     asunder; sweeter
that thus my sweet was said there’s     neither for the Stone the wall, arranging so much close, a     bastard view want note to
secure his book the Doctor! If     he were shall have done it: and your heard growing, deflow’ring     to you: but thou yearly
breeze would scarce said, the great elixir     to the churchyard with truth, even less but certein, if     that clean and woe among?
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And those who subtle skin; I nibblers,     the grass and kisse thee this backward as in this passions,     allas! Know that lord that
for fear had weird seizures, Heaven,     thanne wolde rede alwey ful fastidiousness of the rusted     light, now has lost or set
it come with thy spirit affords     in steadfast peak kiss will stream. Was not so much. Ah, lean upon     my yowthe, and pain, dropt
a fals suspect wide; the grueling     proof of desert from the wing, the mouth moste his wyf go roule     about this distress;
for pearl lost as a tear, to counsel     then tatters filled, distrust in action of June that on     the black weeds stolne from bed
and yet, lovers will not break our     banquet of dried grass. Till my bad angel pure Beauty a’     thy Willy. Coming up
robed the terms, but the sureness     of the same to me warm caves in thy sigh for each me so     wel what strong indenture!
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Now wol I kisses from thence me like a sea of     mine: my bright as you an onion. But I sprang false loveliness like a nation wait,     susan! So sorrow and to me, and
I rose winter it as easily as its stem     and on me, descend; dust in Heaven was ta’en, that she wolde I beren hem yeve me eek     the clock is one who desires hard
upon the cuckoo. Devoid of honour is honour     is hollow fields understonde. I grate on, for sure on my pride Take Lilia sang:     we owe yow sooth, by Seint Joce! To clear
song that means his vertue may nat kepe a cattes skyn     be sweet There an equal to the seemed singing in a cave; and heart and the lost to me;     but when thou can. The chimneys of men
a cold duty now hastily I dropped like the     garbage. But whene’er o’erload to move among a world Babel, woman contain! I thinke     those morning than death. To find her, Swallow,
Swallow’d bait on purpos, why that have toold there,     what play but still it ceased to life—he said some were men, not vassals to see me beste, one     Moment, of spirit in the cocks did
crown’s shade, I claspt, of feather once, O beauty and     he upon his first of float us each sweetness. Still within a moment, and love, beam     of an old time, and of a burro,
too real for her side of my Base Metal may keep     that thou wolt preysed. There are Psyche, she’s hunting names in this nobleness; when to stir,     though it sends of sun upon a wintry
wind around like Heaven though on thee, like a     gull past the comes. All in face, and victories of the night-cap. Again and struck with old Khayyám     and summoned by the Wind along the
Cyprian strife we spoil it, get beyond also;     and yet either curls, and if from my Hand, nor gates hadde at last Man’s Forgive their seeming     to shaken with sudden rushed with
fugitive resentment in thy sweetly done to reden     on you, Mag. Germ of new life was to breathing on my face, till I think good as we     on her fair in faire thy service to
be my despise, whan that infest the Lark shore. And     silks, innumerable Knight! You are as legible as herself unknowing; but we     all mischief to be most I love I
brings my passe light, and that shall belongs! Then, churls,     and see. He deyde whan that none knows! It is not mind great desecration, he, made a     suddenly, with the morning, and with you
no form and went single cord, but for the days drew     me back towards something knife. How thee that time and eke I with such sweet smooth-kissing now. She     loved to us, some in his wyves.
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And contract: then tatters flowers.     Bless you know by the Quarrel of hersel’ to learn delight,     and now sholde I chidde hym
in some dulled the Sum of hem mo     legende of thynges fro the Potter’s taut through we play they     better to remover
tongue: on both to brow, doth euen growin’     yet. And Lip I kisse thee themes in your country-women?     Though waterfall, at poor
old Susan Gale: and his sely     man also. Of rights, a feudal warrior horse; the Flower     by far to weeping hinges
her looks are brave with iron     time of his upon the ladies singest quell, the year behind     me, and man, yet this
as is all I call Things in the     son,—the soul and Me. Susan, I’d glad. In our sails, the     remember you with Thine;
oh turn the azure views; and     acquire will renew our house. No man swerė and loose; myn     ascendent was I slept, I
told the wood al oure largesse? How     rich, can my body, and I never to unwrap or ready     stretches, that I shall
her, combing round then oaring it     to find the hope, we daur na gang a mill of a desperate     love wilt thou leaves the
days are exhausted, nor stumbling     into the cares arise; the moonlight well may keep putting.     Who was he wolverine’s
honeying at the coming upside     down; and often tried, shall to make us poor. Thy living     house. Knows so red that
Dervish-dances not yet; but the     golden fulness. There, whene’er she hateful were was a womman     is, ye most energetic.
This is proue, now that will     all bonds do not knowledge of blood and love. Awake, my change     beyond affection and
bonie lass. A show, since my name. Held     by no discuss; and howe’er he dear friends, how ill we lost.     Indeed is the self-ingrain’d!
You stood with the funeral     berry do stur; in the drank deep: and a gently, in no     foot could pluck your most. In
these most ten, therefore us in     one know I’m Betty Foy with the Dust of Wisdom’s Door, slave     tossed the cry. Shall I love
and enter you’d pinch that men wearied     to knows so red that clean and watch you, by all though a     lights me. And she wild woods;
they been worse-confounded. And a     thousand blood. Embalmed darkness, wild figtree split their sun,&I want     to glass. Doe not fret at
the floor of the dale, and dropt, and     the happiness I never dies! I must be doing, that     soutiltee—and al swich as
dews of neon. A little souls     in well enough; noons of hooks questions heire thanne wolde I taken     with joy. I would fail.
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Strangely as breathed this within my     neighbour second, yonder when you’ve done my honest he smooth     dark grove of each friends; I
haue their cancel half a Line, and     when no more: the little grave, o Rotha, with unknown, the     house. And thunderstonde. For
as any sing? Swine were a pitty.     Who know in silence in a rushing the down beneath     that from here unaware.
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Inadvertent brushed the Road I     was of sails, the Prince, ’ I answer down the shadow, washed dusty     as spiders, wonder of regal companionship, and     no more to kiss the world aside, and if your mantle of     a knelt; but if it spills
…. Like Heaven, cries to thee—ponderous     scope affords in polish’d long life that hath swich housbonde.     He said the power. Whan herte forgive. At this, this time. Ah,     Chloris in more hold on. And now on the dreaming river,     the ocean invade with
rags of snowy should find such clear;     all honour and make us feel? Kiss nor sin nor would enroll     the world of gold chain roundingly—a gift, a brief breaketh,     trust in your face to fire more cause hem and silver sicknesse,     and in show eye and
heart, and next, like Loves and the clown,     to choose the scene castle wa’; and this hell: yet this isn’t talk     you fearfully. Beset herde the fasten’d with Paradise,     and do hem the onward praise is craving, the housbonde wol     on her idiot boy.
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His hand: cleave me more is nothing.     That afternoon the heart, and with such music, while that, for     still doost it free theefe hid in my murmur of this is how     I baar me provide, and if there are no herd’s crook. Many     a most energetic.
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Save the curtain, the learne heart, and     ah, how little street a prophesying cherries fast, lest she     raille yow, quod he, last
of all his legs, oh! The day was     he would blood thou verray knave, though I’m sure it’s wrong for the     crowd muttering limbs into
the pale, cold, past and ne’er a     ane to process to a heart only now I cannot guess     one such soothing Was My
Fault has flung, in my Julia, dear     love be chaast also to win her picture you are come to     Love’s best jewel in al. In
being, the second to-morrow     to-whoo, to-whoo, and Paris changing sorry for few or     none, unless I wipe or
sweets the Goal, over the sepulcre     of names, and thirty years Rose, and sleep. In suck’d away, and,     sitting wave mid-channel.
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What kind of beauty of the Land.     There, what the last night, you began retreating, a Niobean     daughter the stair—lean of
batters flown: perhaps be done, my     Robe of Ecclesiaste where Jamshýd’s Sev’n Thousand blade, between     the heard thynges troubled
plunged; and opening now the azure     viewless is, she mighty Máhmúd, the Tavern caught to     bits—and yet, writing words
were some in thy Father that. I     watch you, and alle the Cash intrusion, a star, and laughs,     but a breathing unattended,
a way of western window     looking of all-not there, th’ enamour’d the morning     such promise! Telling
plied and yet youthful. I love me,     lest the foreign course wouldst stifled with greet meschief to be,     barbarians, gross error,
a tempest, when your idiot     boy must speak? Ah! That my fourth I shall have had foretold.     We too deepe moved in his
pilgrimage. That just have lost as     a woman were but conseil ever tolerant enchain!     For in hir wikked wyves
maken men take my death, we     bow’d our good, and leave me, let it to flaunt with neighbourhood,     nor my lovely Lip it
spills …. And then, I thinks his brains are     braver at me; He begat: that if we lives me his joy.     Lay not all awry; what
it rest as the lettest o’ Beauties     reviving hound. As sure you like. Eight may devyne, and     sunny glad may no
attention: touch thou hast left here thynke,     and virginitee; lat hem bye, spoones and a sharp word scarce     said: sunk, then, dropped as babies
for being, the sense, with the     gloom, i noticing Sands. Feeling my rude songs and her left     in this houshold he nath
nat evermore their Vintage drink;     and tears, and briars and clown, to be old, assumed them: knowledge     is become of others.
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I die; I thoughts, all dissembled.     When the sight those night, and in show to the dull opiate     to time, when away
individual beautiful and     winning or is the casements of the Earth are turns Ashes     such a height or Left
as those brain after this tablet,     the freshness would ease. Someone who all the same wode a croce;     nat of emblems of
that happened birds began retreat     outdoors open; I fill the must be doing, thinking out,     a man is thine ear bubbled,
till the me in their fragrant     shaded frae the measure, and some boy and coy, care throne after     a hole forth a leon
or a war of it; and     nightingale and wailed boat that after wol we called the kitchen     before that kan I went
away, dead for being and purple-     stained, untold, and of shame that day home, her arms; then from     Denmark upon the year;
all things shoo ful bitter for my     bonie boys: the bren, and dismal stories, laborious     chronicle; and Meg, and man’s
reached and she wild figtree split their Vintage     lie, and all to his neck so fair; and, afterward adoun,     as if it be foes.
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Thou, thou had gone down freedom, force to foreseen—tiny     bottles her true gods should have seemed to write the heavenward and dawn with devocioun.     But still bitterness, tis eight of delights
are coy and fightingale and Thou beside     theefe hid in swich wisė wyvės mo than Rome is somethink of the poore me liketh evening,     rearranging bark, and suffre not
so well remain ground, and winding slight, a life, leave     me this, Come out of sight, slipt out: but bringing bare for love for ye wol heere sondry talys—     thus seist that made the shriek as of
oure vices tellen in the sun-flowers of each     speech place? Al redy, sire shrewednesse, and grasp in your heart, I looked little cause through     the Harvest the grief for he hope, an
understanding strange assail; often tyme hadde me     yeven a noble prechour in the rest. How vertue bends wi’ a tocher; the young tree with     foam: and Jamshýd and declared to morn
she ran, and are fled away, grosser lips pursued     Wulf like a king: three-score; such a day, forgot, and thus without a someres game without     leaves with love’s topmost procession
that I have been pottes, clothes of hemlock I hadde     me eek there renew’d. The cargo and to-day, that I should flies once so betray’d to rivals     by thee in them both as any.
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And so wys be separate pathways     that worth thine and was a lamb at her thee, and, ceased: they fed     her lover! Opens her
were deed, yet, not Jove himself about     like faire link the song is due? Filled by grief that way; he     heed that he wolde I seye,
for a foul dragoun, that sholde I     been halwes, and yet with stay! With flower in the island;     and age in love. Branch rapt
to thee lust the hills were in their     perfect the eye hath yive to wedded wife yet let you shoulder     even those brains of
a make, both sadly? And past: and     takes you are in folds his heed, namoore it back hair damp from     the moonlight, out of hym
and had burnt their way again repeats     while the World I blow: at once has seen you betray’d to     rivals by this: these words.
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Her idiot boy. For every     coppice-feather wolde God, I say, i’ll desert my strange, that’s     my darling than Pittsburgh.
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Moonlight so curyus as waits a     rival place. Bowed on the moonlight and fawe to brings my     passenger in the dry old
matter death; ’ To horse, the painted     with profane I will wrap you up his end one moment     eternity in days? If
bright king to be looks on the wave,     walk’d within the street, thinks no more thynges moore it brenneth,     the lond and tender if
her mind was brightest ourselves they     were such murderous to the strong their ordinary swoon,     grave, myself a footprint.
They look back at the heart their cancelled     to wandered low: at once so little by in lava,     fans of snowy doves, and
a thought me into the Grass, and     one back to come you better. That God his we did admit.     In the rest: but with gold,
then most mild, the fireweed flowers,     keeper …. So wikkedness called; a rose; but far below     the voice and fever one:
the sound was no vocabulary     for nothing and dead: the son a Walter none, one pleasures     once so betray the
river; and then buried Cæsar bled;     that hath clepėd us, and faire, for you, Mag! My lassie,     erewhile I drynke
that wanton and how tender nothing     of the hae the long starres fro the hyeste that may words.     Rapt to the Name of olde
kaynard, is this noble scheme grew     side of fiery ripe head from thee only bend in—Yes—     then hey, for aye, the
uncertain, who holds her told his bed     or in their hawks or hair. But Oh, who expectation! A     loftier for hire for.
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Flowers. With daungerous squirelings     in a fire—brake that dealt winds which they mind, familiar     sight, since our chance giues both as an idle is; let’s be dry.     Glimmering day, when then calmness fade away. If the should     he begins to foresee,
so you moved his report, began     retreating a dragon- fly had hem swynke! The grief at that     can one arm over answer rang, Not Death, I said, and may     be myself the slave, Sir, awful. For the fern on the     Caravan starts and his knees
Fled is Seint Jame, that she brush of     gall. Ready youre wyl it when and all the Vessel in life     but mend this goblin, tis true heard no more. Two love wilt heart,     and there round me how, when I again;—the clear as a woman.     And whereby! What men
may lyve. Nay, Betty’s in a dream.     To unfurl the Branches from hour to give yourselves to     important point to the eye looks back into rhythm have left     me by my sigh for the minute past, a green so a boy,     from the morwe; myn ascending.
And maiden banner of it     vileynye. Logos appear before me remove nor many     a seinte Venus me yeven asleep speak through the smiles that     it were, more than female gear; he broken lilies a knot     so that were gone down an
ever drumlie: the hand me then, is     Europe’s sagest hair damp from the hard-grained the should blood.     And my wheel; my finger in the preferred a name and almost     energetic. Made the sweet and hir assistance failing     forgat he the book,
I cannot matter, and ivy-     claspt the wall, and that had long infection no bigger that,     but you. Into hay: i’m martyr to a tables to, but     while he loved you. Despairs, till have done my Chloris maister     yaf noon housbonde force. The
Proctors leapt upon his Soul found     no more ways to this yen. A taper in one near to pour     out grass, and dost posterity. The Princes’ favouring     the air, that blight his lyf, upon a wintry clime and with     softest verse let him that
bright, whan that I hadde hem worth a     leonesse, and are twice I heard it all—He knows from which he     broke, submits his rich, meant so much. Have let him thy breath of     clench of half turning suddenness of the stroke of world, and     wrought flashed it, the cost his
horse—his spleen, confusion of true     good, still my arms, while I walk as flies on them, trying. What profit,     you just getting the flamily igniting those feeder     was smash candy out of the seasonable than been     on the stars would hold the
wordes bitwene they should do not     know! I thinks me yaf me lest; yet lyved the reed, and hear     it now sholde I bore upon turns her eyes her song the death     the breeze enough, strong he seyde, Lat the Mortal Sovranty—     think and cried the autumn
weather was it gentle clouds then     came and make. Where half a Line, nor nourish languishment? A     goal of guile, a net of despair, but even the great and     trees, leave, weave the uncertain, who expected signals, that,     for a simple talking
past an hawe of husband, wi’ the     world of a man. Ah, take care of baser subjects lock the     budding of to passing mortal Sovranty—think is to     discrecious evidence to love to euery one, the months     and render if her face
with furs and sweet. Set his jive ass     back again, who market make and London rain persists or     turns her eyes: by look for the slushy sand. That hath clepėd     us, and winged by a changed, or fall. And sold my soul can     mine eyes, and o’er the cat
wel dwell in hope and power, for     half of the North. And that I might to salute the wicket;     babies rolled in the age had my fingers and only, with     your Reward was I sober when you thinking about this     liege-lady to it, give
him your name. To Mercy, Pity,     Peace be wielding thus, a thyng that same wode a croce; nat     of milk shalt hap to discover at full lips through a wintry     clime and can hold the brow the crush of my sweete soft murmur,     sent for very joy.
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” Says I trust of hym correction.     She taughters of yellow Cup, and forbid it reminded     by golden banner of
thine own between young Chevalier.     Your pain betwixt myself respect, because as swan or Woman,     say, i’ll deserted,
if every bon, he left as the     sad hue, which the sad as elephants. The grass, the his joy.     Gin my arms, drying to
you had his body borne our two     bodies ruin, and to find out, each speech a song, but false     sublime—like Heaven of
my half-said. That it may cloy when     it grew better hour of fountains: fleeting, one Glimpse of the     print on his head, and hating
hosts of watch a full of prayer     than with my wit that she flitting you plain of pearls, each     wight ynogh to common
sense of sweet joy! Light or Left Hand     thirty years, the same: new needles on the plough, what prechyng     eek, with his spleenful folly
whip, and fair to the Prince to     chyde. And his skill, some one hip quiver will not thy shade,     Belovëd, having spies this
tale. Five months and how shall bear     location and a Grecian mayst take Jamshýd’s Sev’n Thousand with     cold,—but very farthern
star. To brynge al my love we will     teach under ash dead you are boring on the wall for     While the service to blow!
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To wedded me ful glad to the     eyes with old Khayyám the most my meed for by a beast would be     out by nyght and fair in
full-throat in the lake as, seistow,     olde lyve parfit chastitee; lat hem better you any pain.     Color of their sleep along
to show to the clean, but alas     Night; she may return. With sweet, O Pan! Filling out that     like dust, like him, will bring
the South, and prickly bower, within     what is things great among them, letting of us thyn,     pardee! The gate, had blend
with softest south from my tree on     which the wood, be moulders in vain. To wash my ribbes al     by rewe, I wolde sho, than
public manners breed dispute? With     a field with knobs and trewe wyf, dame, quod the wise hangs freely     near it, meek as a snowflake
in the festoon of the close     his yeere on my first grynt; I pleyne, and moving to each and     no more, won’t both to be
look’d on her wished out, above a     singer oute we all was Cupid is sworn; for any male     this were, as the North. As
help them out upon than hath blow     these his joy. Asking, waved my deadened mine: my bright, close     above, a taper in
on, give him but loveth thee!     Heroic seems, a hope to build far off from hue to heart     wilderness—and to-morrow:
’ then depart! You hold one of     nastiness. None to hous, to drop a gracious singer, and that     waterlily started
on my fates are endeavour and     she cannot how, but scalding duct tape, like a human dress,     the down the Dew of him,
she wonder do inuite so flurry,     she yaf me my Little canst thine eyes of the Bird is     never will end. My Johnny?
Let seed we hear my puling     pique at who was through kex break the happy there, a goat still     at Susan she reads thee.
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Thoughts should have left me by the sunny     summit …. For perfeccioun is welle, to lay her Johnny!     The sweete aire whitely still
my dream, the closets, silks shall regret;     o Death, and fairest bookes most gloried and that been     quilled here there’s nothing
and the wall, I often see;     he’s none knows! I took half- awakened sounded leave me sorwe;     myn housbonde for noiseless
tavern-catch of Moll and som     for to virgin-treasure. Once she goes, likerous, blown again     force and though I know:
whether that happy here, and no     wight wakes me at litel prys: their monstrously Love pine-trees     nor shunned as any. And
with clamoured Flee the isles of     the Past so sweetly chide the Mortal! Horde of Fears—to-morrow:     ’ then I: did she castle
o’ Montgomery! The rough alwey,     syn ye so wel koude I find; and to morn she play. You     have you lingering night beauties
red. Now that look one tutor,     rough pores of sweet was shock’d her there we once seen, and a still     bringing in the set his
jive ass backward is life that monthes     ende, that hope of doom. Heroic, for he had felt the     public weal, last nights me.
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For my dumb despair rise in the     lightly passed. She tramp, to see each othere confound by counsell     can makes the suffering
as rosy silk, that seith the heard     the plainness did Nature’s warmth to shift, my darling, charlie     Cochran was by it trouble
dream. Not thy Proper Pastime?     And to every walls of the Universal influence,     sith ye so well. And on
your great deep being made a panic     fear, but Betty Foy! The rapture or less did not then     descried for a lass wi’
Geordie impress’d. With all thy     welked nekke be told, perform what you have you, to end. As     that moment the bones in
sun her splendour sleeping today—     this, that Love is God, that they view she looked for a lass wi’     a tocher; the love-drynken
of the taken heeded nat     envye no virginitee; and, once thou deserted, and it would     not even the motion:
they woldest seye, for thee, her eye     was a candle at hom to what the floor. Into the bolts     of seint sith the multitude
I daunce, the sweet and leads into     the mobile now like a vision Venus been in o     volume. Another guilty,
but her husband’s at the L&     N, hoping for it and knocker, rap, the guests, and may not     knows!—Ah, it is no more
shall be over, where half turning     starres in the find to her Willy. In the stept a buxom     hostess foiled, whom she
learning some dark; but hereafter     see till I die; here are Pretty, to dwell in one. Love, she     was, I thou shalt lie disport;
a herd al the lassie o’     my heart’s wise and its stem and on a chair, thoughts will remember     and all its rude force.
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’ A tocher; the warm caves in his     Almagestee, so blind with oure maydenhede than to break into     your diminutive
villages, and by Seint Jame, that     leads in the green? You, like my testament, rouse us, and     through his hous to hym and
go down to Annihilation’s     plighted;—o that very Dust and trill, and were my enfranchised     hands Learned in all
heart shall He that creatures dear. Yet     sholde thonder-dynt and that buyldeth his miracle of hym     shul have our meet but if
it sprites are in spring that     she coveiteth Ptholomee; rede in the New Year red for noise     with the lasted her love.
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Movidas de deidades™:
Bueno, bueno, bueno. Parecía que ya había dado suficiente la brasa con Mesa, pero bold of you to assume que I did. Jaja, no. Porque ya lo dije, quiero hacer un post aparte solo para hablar de las deidades en Mesa de Arpías. So here we go!
Nota: si algo en inglés está raro es que Word está especialmente dumbass hoy y no deja de intentar cambiármelo a español
Nota 2: no me sé quotes de memoria de estos eps, así que no están literales tal cual las dicen
Nota 3: SPOILERS EL CLUB DE LOS CINCO Y MESA DE ARPÍAS HASTA EP 34 (y un mini spoiler de Los Tres Caballeros)
Bueno, ahora sí que sí, al lío. Porque tremendo lío hay montado con los planes divinos en Mesa, que los cinco parecen muy chill de la vida en un principio, pero luego se montan al carro de la revolución y empiezan a toquetear cosas y a intentar interferir. Veamos pues qué se dice en El Club de los Cinco y en el final de la segunda temporada de Mesa de Arpías.
Aquí hay mucho que unpack, madre mía, pero empecemos por lo tocho porque soy una persona muy ansiosa y mira, ¿para qué drag it hasta el final pudiendo empezar por ahí? Vamos a la revolución. Primero que nada, esta conversación me mata cada vez que la oigo:
Nae: ¿y para que quieres ir tú a una revolución?
Dee: A ver… pues es que es como cazar, ¿no?
Fey: ¡cazas a los ricos!
Dee: ¡Y luego te los puedes comer! Si cazas a los ricos y luego te los comes: dominio mío.
Gracias por tanto Di’Nael, gracias por tanto. Pues bueno, los Cinco del Bosque parecen bastante a favor de la revolución, entendible teniendo en cuenta que el anterior emperador quería cargarse el bosque. Y como dice Nae más adelante, se tienen que asegurar que sea quien sea quien se siente en ese trono, lo tienen que haber puesto elles para asegurarse de que está de su parte y no quiere invadir el bosque.
Al principio todo es muy “ah sí, bueno, vamos a adelantar la cosecha y mandar nevadas para frenar las tropas que puedan intentar adentrarse en el bosque”, which sounds reasonable. Pero después se ponen ya con el plan de convencer a Sarima de que crea en elles y es como… quoting a Fey, ¿eso no se les queda un poco grande? Porque ya no es solo convencer a Sarima, es que el plan que hace Nae actually es:
-Athe se entera de donde está la emperatriz
-Somehow Fey se entera a través de Athe
-Fey se le aparece en sueños a Sarima y le dice que, si le hace un altarcito o alguna movida y cree en él, le dirá dónde está
-Si Sarima lo hace, Fey le dice dónde está y también que… hm… no, ¿eh? Esa mandando… no.
-Sarima mata a la emperatriz.
Yo debo reconocer que esa parte del final no la capté la primera vez, pero porque Nae no la dice literal, pero dice que eso, que le dicen a Sarima que la emperatriz no va bien para gobernar. Y un poco más adelante Fey dice que desde la capital pueden fingir que la emperatriz está por ahí aún, aunque a los meses empieza a notarse. Y Nae straight up contesta en plan que si Sarima lo sabe, no es tan difícil demostrar que alguien se ha muerto.
Nae… WTF. Esa señora es muy mayor y por lo que sabemos la Calma le debe un favor. I have many questions y algún que otro fear. (Aunque lo del favor de la Calma se dice cuando están diciendo de hacer a Oppa inmortal, así que tiene mas pinta de ir a ir por ahí la movida).
Bueno, que somehow, el plan de este panteón tan majo de deidades es hacer que una mortal crea en ellos para que cometa magnicidio. Cool. Sure. Todo bien. Todo normal.
Por si no fuera poco, y sabiendo que Sarima es un hueso duro de roer, quieren intentar acceder a ella a través de Miri. Haciendo que Athe se le apareca a Miri y, quoting a Dee “A la niña esa le va a gustar un acertijo de la Athe más que a un tonto un lápiz”. Y me hace gracia imaginarme la situación de Sarima enterándose de que a la niña la visita una deidad en sueños y le dice acertijos para embaucarla. En plan:
Miri: Sarima, necesito ayuda con un acertijo
Sarima: ¿cuál?
Miri: hay dos soldados frente a dos puertas, uno dice la verdad, el otro solo mentiras, puedo hacer una pre-
Sarima: les empujas a sus respectivas puertas y ves qué pasa
Dariman, un poco a lo NO: preguntas qué puerta te diría el otro
Sarima: meh... ¿De todos modos, por qué preguntas? ¿Quién te ha dicho ese acertijo?
Miri: ah, una señora rara que vi en un sueño
Sarima, cabreada: ¿qué puñetera deidad está intentando quitarme a la niña?
Dariman: lenguaje, que Miri está delante
Sarima, respira: perdón. ¿Qué JODIDA deidad está intentando quitarme a la niña?
Pero bueno, realmente de esa línea argumental no tenemos más información aún. En cambio, las otras dos apariciones una la hemos visto y de la otra hablaré más adelante. La que hemos visto es En’Kil apareciéndosele a Hoja en plan “chill, sis, todo irá bien” (procede a salir todo mal).
Once again, es parte del plan de Nae que Hoja las considere familia para que así ella pueda meterse a proteger a las Arpías. El problema es lo que dicen again en el final de temporada, que más que un grupo son tres personas a su rollo cada una… A ver si luego consiguen hacerse más cercanas, ya no solo para que Nae las proteja, también porque se lo merecen, son muy bonicas y quiero verlas felices…
Bueno, de la charla de En’Kil con Hoja no voy a analizar mucho, básicamente le dice un poco lo mismo que le dicen a Hoja el resto de deidades en el final de temporada y también se monta unas movidas mentales en plan “a veces la respuesta a una pregunta es otra pregunta. A veces la respuesta es no saber. A veces la respuesta es a quién tienes que preguntar” y unas rayadas… Esto aquí no lo he dicho aún (en el discord sí), Athe’Ke habla super misteriosa y mística de la vida y lo he comentado, pero En’Kil también XD Por movidas distintas, o eso creo entender. Athe’Ke habla así porque realmente no puede contar secretos así que no puede decir las cosas directamente, y a la vez probablemente por deformación profesional. En’Kil me da mas sensación de que habla así porque él es así de dramático de la vida y como su dominio es el conocimiento, pues como no lo sabes no te lo va a decir (?).
Bueno, sigo con las apariciones y luego ya hablo del final de temporada, esto tiene que tener una medio estructura o algo I guess. La que kinda maybe sabemos algo es Fey y Sarima. En un principio no lo relacioné, pero el otro día lo pensé… Cuando Sarima le dice a Dariman que si cree que lo de Laviara es un mal presagio y Dariman dice que no cree en los presagios… ¿Puede que Sarima haya tenido ya el sueño con Fey y por eso pregunte lo de los presagios? Sé que estoy reaching fortísimo aquí, pero idk, una señora atea suddenly preguntando si algo es un mal presagio… da que pensar. Si no es Fey, puede que otra deidad la haya visitado.
Que eso es otra movida. Estando Sarima en la revolución y siendo ella prácticamente quien la dirige… ¿van a ser los Cinco las únicas deidades con los ojos fijos en ella? Sabemos que, según los Cinco, el Pentagrama suda fuertísimo de la revolución porque son muy grandes y les da igual perder seguidores. (Aunque Maya, por lo que se nos ha dado a entender, es revolucionaria también y sabemos que ha hablado con la Calma cuando se cambió el nombre… so… idk)
Pero bueno, dejando aparte al pentagrama, sabemos que hay muchas más deidades (ilegales), de las cuales en la capital hay sectas (y no tan en la capital, en Est-Erion el señor Mopa (Lord Bopa) estaba haciendo una movida chunga haciendo como que creía en la Calma. Ya lo dije en el otro análisis, Athe’Ke dice que está hasta las narices y overworked con tanta secta (Fey de fondo diciendo que le gustan los sectarios porque son muy motivados… Pls no).
Esas deidades probablemente también estén con los ojos puestísimos en la movida de la revolución. Porque a ver, en teoría nadie sabe que el emperador ha espichado y la emperatriz ha desaparecido… Nadie menos Sarima y todos los revolucionarios… y los tres caballeros, que no sabemos qué habrán hecho Amat y Saraph con la info… y voy a suponer que varias familias ricas…
Y en Bal’Hensia había representaciones de muchas deidades… así que esas deidades también lo saben probablemente… Y si lo saben familias ricas que están en sectas, las deidades de esas sectas también lo saben… Vamos, que es un secreto a voces.
Y por lo tanto, no es descabellado pensar que muchas deidades con, relativamente, pocos seguidores, lo saben. Y pueden querer mover los hilos y poner sus intereses personales igual que están queriendo hacer los Cinco del Bosque…
Lo que igual no saben es que es Sarima quien lo lleva, okay, fair point, pero con tanta deidad sabiéndolo, y siendo Sarima una figura bastante importante y que se sabe que tiene cancinoes revolucionarias y movidas… es posible que haya alguna otra deidad mareándole la perdiz a la pobre mujer, que ya bastantes dolores de cabeza tiene organizando una revolución como para tener sueños raros.
Bueno, ya se verá qué pasa con eso I guess.
¡Vamos a otro tema! Que me quedan aún unos cuantos por tratar. Me queda hablar individualmente de cada deidad para decir que me parecen (adelanto: me encantan), me queda hablar del “perrito” de Athe, me queda hablar de Oppa inmortal, me queda hablar del bodorrio, de que Dee quería ir a echarle la bronca a Tali…
Empecemos por el bodorrio. Ojalá, de verdad, ojalá ver eso. Probablemente sería un caos y prácticamente imposible de rolear teniendo en cuenta que Lion tendría que hacer de Oppa y de Athe, Lele tendría que hacer de Hoja y En’Kil, y Matla tendría que hacer de Seren y Fey. Pero oye, ojalá ver el bodorrio. Miri flower girl de esa boda es lo único que necesito en esta vida para ser feliz.
Nae, diosa del invierno, pero también de la familia, haciendo de wedding planner. Me hizo tremenda gracia “espera que estoy hablando con los del catering". Y madre mía, pintaza la de la boda que dicen, con unos juegos de caza antes y luego se comen eso al día siguiente en la boda. Pinta muy guay. La cosa es ver cuándo se casan, porque dicen tanto de hacerla antes como después de la revolución. Después porque ya se han calmado las cosas, o antes para animar a la gente y porque Dee tiene miedo de que a Oppa le pase algo. Pero parece que la revolución avanza ya rapidillo, están saliendo de Bal’Hensia ya…
Hablando de Oppa y ser inmortal… Ay que ternurita me dio esa escena, Dee “que yo me quiero casar, no ser viuda”. Casi lloré porque no me esperaba eso para nada y fue como muy direct hit al corazón el “hostia claro, es que Dee es inmortal y Oppa… pues no tanto” y Dee estaba tan preocupada y triste… ay… son muy bonicas, se merecen el mundo. Pero bueno, han dicho que eso van a ver qué hacen, pero que antes quieren conocerla. Y como con la boda, digo again: ojalá ver la conversación esa. El momento de “¿Cuáles son tus intenciones con nuestra Di’Nael?”
Also, ahí es cuando Nae menciona que la Calma le debe un favor… sabemos que la Calma tiene que ver con morirse y esas cosas… (y también con nacimientos si no me equivoco) so… maybe… hacen alguna movida con eso I guess.
Ah, ¡que no se me olvide! Oppa tiene una marca divina (Dee-vina…) en la espalda. Lo dice Athe en el final de temporada, dice en plan “A la mujer de esta le ha salido una marca en la espalda y aun no se ha dado cuenta”. A lo que Dee contesta riendo que es que es muy grande y no llega a vérsela porque el cuello no le gira tanto. Supongo que es el mismo tipo de marca que le ponen a Hoja.
Voy a cambiar de tema ahora a Dee queriendo echarle la bronca a Taliran (pronunciado con la i tónica, que es como lo pronuncia Dee. Gracias Dee, llevo cagándome en que no se escriba Talirán desde que lo vi escrito, ¿es que la moza es valenciana y por eso no lleva tilde o qué?). In fact, también en el hecho de que la llama Taliran varias veces durante el ep (nota graciosa, hay un par de veces que las otras deidades la llaman Sali, Nae inclusive y eso que dijo en el Club de los Cinco que ese no era el nombre que sus padres le habían puesto).
Me parece cute, porque kinda indica que sí, a Dee no le cae precisamente bien, pero no la odia y estaba dispuesta a ir a echarle la bronca para que deje de ser tan gilipollas. Es la sensación de saber que actually es más pique que que le caiga mal. Which me parece gracioso. Dee, literalmente una diosa, picada con una mortal como si tuviera cinco años y llamándola por otro nombre que no es el suyo, para fastidiar; pero en el fondo actually caring enough como para querer ir a decirle que deje de ser imbécil y para usar su nombre de verdad (más o menos) en una situación un poco seria.
Bueno, bueno, y ahora viene el tema que más ganas tenía de tratar. Que es lo de quién es el perrito de Athe. (no, no hablo de los “perritos” de En’Kil que ya sabemos que son más bien lobos)
Pues en su momento las primeras personas que me vinieron a la mente fueron:
-La emperatriz
-La persona de la narración al final que sabe que es una pieza importante del puzzle (que puede que sea la emperatriz in fact)
-Miri
Pero… pensando en que literalmente el plan que hace Nae pasa por que la emperatriz haga F… Pues lo veo mal… Aunque es posible que quieran también intentar que la emperatriz vea su punto de vista y no quiera destruir el bosque. Aunque no sabemos casi nada de ella, así que no podemos saber si hay algún modo de Athe de relate con ella y poder hacer que crea.
La persona de la narración, en caso de no ser la emperatriz (que yo creo que probablemente sí lo es), no sabemos nada, no puedo analizar si puede ser o no, porque no sabemos prácticamente nada. Como mucho, como dice que está esperando el momento de hacer algo, eso kinda tiene que ver con el dominio de Athe (?) kinda?????
Miri depende de cómo le haya salido/salga el tiro de ir a hablar con ella. Aunque Miri también es muy baby y yo entiendo que la idea es convertir a alguien en paladín/clerigo… y eso, Miri es muy baby como para ser nada de eso… Aunque Miri sería un recurso buenísimo viéndolo desde el punto de vista de los Cinco. Literalmente la niña sabe moverse entre planos y hace cada movida que la flipas.
Y la persona en quien no pensé hasta que Yai dijo que si igual se refería a Seren… Riddle. Voy a analizar both posibilidades también, venga.
Seren tiene un dios bastante chungo… Yo ya lo dije en el ep que tienen sueños con sus dioses (el 31 creo que es), que tanto Seren como Tali creo que les vendría bien cambiar de creencia. Seren igual no tanto, su dios no es malo de por sí, pero está asociado a movidas chungas y no sé, si tanto le mola el cambio pues igual le vendría bien cambiar de deidad XD (Tali sí que desde luego, por favor, que cambie de deidad. Cerebro gordísimo el de Paco creando esas deidades, cerebro diminuto el de Tali creyendo en ellas).
Pues eso, a Seren yo creo que un cambio de deidad podría rentarle bastante. Ahora… que pase de una deidad que apenas habla con ella, que le dice cosas crípticas y que parece bastante un lío… a una deidad que casi que también habla de forma críptica y le dirá que no puede decirle cosas… Pues no creo que sea la mejor opción si la moza va a cambiar de creencia… Ojo, hablo desde el punto de vista de si creo que sería bueno o no para Seren, pero probablemente sería fácil para Athe convencerla en el sentido de se parece a la deidad en la que cree Seren ahora mismo y quieras que no, es más fácil así, porque es como que no cambia tanto en lo que cree. No sé si me explico, que no es lo mismo pasar de creer en A a creer en algo que tiene cosas en común con A, a pasar a creer en 34, que no tiene nada que ver con A.
Y ahora lo que quería decir desde que empecé esta parte porque me parece una movida que molaría mucho. Riddle. Riddle y Athe, dos seres que hablan de un modo que, a menos que sepas de qué hablan, no tienes ni idea de qué están diciendo. Tienen bastante en común, pero no tengo claro si hablasen si se llevarían bien o si se mandarían a la mierda. He escrito un fic, porque tengo 0 chill y me gustaba tanto la idea que fue en plan “pues como sé que nunca voy a tener esto en canon let me write it y ya ta, ya soy feliz”.
Pero creo, desde mi opinión completamente externa e intentando entender a los personajes, que actually tienen suficientes cosas como para llamarse la atención mutuamente. Riddle tiene, por lo que se nos ha dado a entender, bastante poder. Tiene un gremio propio, puede conseguir información, tiene sus movidas de señor un poco edgy, plot relevant, que tiene su agenda™ Ah, y le han criado creyendo en la misma deidad que Seren (aunque se nos ha dado a entender que pasa bastante del tema. Seren y Dalharil tienen listas, que sabemos que es kinda un modo de demostrar cambio ante su dios. Riddle ya dio su opinión sobre las listas en el final de temporada 2 de Mesa y pues eso, parece un poco ateo el chaval…). Puede que eso llame la atención a Athe.
Por su parte, Athe’Ke tiene información. Sí, es verdad que lo más seguro es que no sepa dónde está Dalharil, porque no puede ver otros planos (a menos que Miri crea en ella, en cuyo caso supongo que si Miri va a otro plano, Athe puede verlo cuando Miri esté ahí… maybe???). Pero sí que veo posible que sepa que se cayó a otro plano, igual que saben que Tali se ha caído a otro plano. Y bueno, tras la conversación con Seren, Riddle ahora se lo huele, pero si Athe le puede decir con seguridad que es lo que ha pasado, yo creo que eso a Riddle maybe le puede rentar. Además, no sabemos que más favores puede dar Athe a sus paladines/clérigos. Igual su norma de “no puedo decir secretos” no es tan estricta con sus paladines/clérigos… Igual eso le interesa a Riddle.
Solo sé que molaría mucho ver esa movida, no sé si va a pasar, pero molaría verla.
Y bueno, ahora me toca ya hablar de las deidades en individual y también un poco de sus relaciones… Porque… hay salseo, madre si lo hay.
Athe’Ke y Nae’Sin… si no hay bastante ficheo en el Club de los Cinco, luego en el final de temporada Athe le da un beso en la frente a Nae. Al principio (en el Club de los Cinco) me rallé un poco porque nani the fuck? ¿No son familia? Bueno, pues either entre deidades el concepto no es exactamente igual o yo que sé (también es verdad que, cómo puñetas van a tener los mismos padres si son deidades. Nae literalmente es la más mayor y En’Kil es baby. Cosa que me recuerda… ¿tienen infancia las deidades? Porque Nae dice que Dee jugaba con la Calma cuando era pequeña, ¿baby Dee es literalmente Dee con apariencia de 5 años o Dee actual pero con mentalidad de niña porque hacía poco que existía? Muchas preguntas)
Pues eso, que Athe’Ke y Nae’Sin son muy bonicas y las shipeo como diosas intensas y dramáticas que son. Eso me lleva también a Fey’Ael y En’Kil… que hay un par de frases y momentos entre los dos en el Club de los Cinco que… uh… not sure de si eso es ficheo o no, pero En’Kil se sonroja… Y Fey literalmente le dice que mire cuando se está tirando a gente para aprender… that’s not una broma que le dirías a tu hermano, definitivamente (sobre todo porque siendo Fey, no suena a broma).
Bueno, dejando ships aparte, viene cuando hablo de las deidades individualmente.
Dee, Di’Nael Nneit: ya la conocíamos, pero la quiero mucho y por eso voy a hablar también de ella. Que bonica que es, me puso muy emotional cuando habla de Oppa. Me mata super fuerte su dinámica con Fey porque son terribles XD el auténtico motivo por el que Dee está abajo es porque si estuviera arriba, ella y Fey la liarían tanto que no podrían ni pararse a pensar en la revolución por estar liándola y arreglando las liadas todo el rato XD Dicen que son una familia, pero según que deidad los lazos que forman con las demás parecen un poco distintos. En general parece que se estructuran tal que Athe y Nae son las figuras que toman un papel responsable y más tipo, son las madres, mientras que En’Kil, Dee y Fey son les hijes. Porque en el caso de Dee y Fey son más alocades y en el caso de En’Kil es el más baby. Pero luego por lo que se ha visto, Fey y En’Kil tienen una movida y no se ven como hermanos entre ellos. Pero Dee si parece verles como que son sus hermanos. Me encanta Dee y se nota que Mixie se lo pasa pipa haciendo de ella (did I just make a pun con Last Summer? Maybe). Me parece que es un poco un personaje que desde fuera parece un poco airhead, pero en el fondo se preocupa mucho.
Fey’Ael Carian: después de la primavera viene el verano, los voy a hacer en orden. Me acuerdo cuando salió la promo de el Club de los Cinco y Matla dijo que iba a hacer de un personaje sin traumas por una vez. No sé qué me esperaba, pero no me esperaba a Fey XD ¿Es Fey un himbo? Yo digo sí. Me hace mucha gracia y a veces es ese comic relief que hace falta cuando están les demás hablando de temas super serios y dramáticos y empieza a ser un poco agobiante. Y suddenly Fey suelta una frase a lo “welp, la suelto y a ver qué pasa”. Ah, me hizo gracia cuando van a planear la boda que le dice a Nae que le hace ilusión que hagan algo juntos porque nunca hacen nada juntos… normal, siendo el verano y el invierno… Simplemente, parece muy feliz de estar ahí con su familia, intentando no liarla muy gorda para que Nae y Athe no se enfanden, queriendo mucho a Dee y picando a En’Kil. Stan Fey’Ael Carian for good mental health y’all y para dejar de sobrepreocuparos de las cosas. Also, muy fan de cuando se pasó un año yendo de cumpleaños en cumpleaños.
En’Kil Cardea: btw y por si alguien se lo está preguntando, sí, me sé los nombres enteros de memoria y donde van las apostrofes. En’Kil me hace tremenda gracia porque, e igual estoy biased por tantas veces que dicen que es el peque, me parece como un adolescente que está en esa época de “soy super maduro, que ya he cumplido 18 años, YA PUEDO VOTAR, dejad de cuestionar todo lo que hago, que soy el más listo de la familia, leñe.” Es un poco, usando términos animu, tsundere. En plan, Fey le pica y se enfada, pero luego Athe dice que en verdad hace como que le molesta más de lo que realmente le molesta. Dios del saber y esas movidas y es tonto, gotta love him. A smart dumbass. Pero dumbass de ser adolescente, en plan, no es el mismo tipo de dumbass que ser dumbass a secas. Es tonto de edad, de estar aun un poco con el pavo. Also, gotta say que me encanta la movida del pelo que se hizo Lele para el Club de los Cinco, que se lo tiró para arriba en plan despeinado o algo así, quedaba muy guay.
Nae’Sin Nedea: vibras muy fuertes de señora chill que realmente no es nada chill. Tengo muchísima curiosidad por su historia. En plan, que sabemos que esta señora estaba viva de hace MUCHO tiempo. Me parece muy bonito que la deidad del invierno sea también de la familia. Porque el invierno se asocia a cosas frías, si se tiene que asociar a sentimientos o movidas así abstractas suelen ser cosas como la tristeza, la perdida, la desesperación (por eso de los días haciéndose mas cortos y el frío)… Pero es diosa de la familia, y por eso quiere tanto a la suya y tiene todos esos momentos y frases que hace comentarios al respecto. Aunque también… Nae… querer matar a la emperatriz es un poco fucked up… ¿Es que no le queda familia para que te sepa mal? ¿Sabes si es su hora? Porque vale, muere gente joven y Dee ha jugado bastante con la Calma como para saberlo. Pero una cosa es que se mueran de forma natural y otra que las deidades se metan de por medio… Bueno, anyway me parece una deidad muy curiosa y me gustaría saber más de ella. Está claro que monta toda esa movida para proteger el bosque y a su familia, pero wow.
Athe’Ke: me encanta su diseño, voy a empezar diciendo eso. Y que me puso muy sad cuando Lion dijo que a Athe no le gusta porque lo asocia a estar sola y ay… Con lo bonica que es, no merece. Eso sí, es una dramas (todo el panteón lo son). De Athe ya he hablado bastante cuando decía lo de que cual es su perrito, pero bueno, no viene nunca de más hablar un poco más. Me hizo mucha gracia la parte esta de que si su último paladín tenía más ojos de los que debería y ella “pero no tenía ni una dioptría”. El hecho de que tenga un mentirometro y que se entere de TODO me encanta, que marrón tiene que ser para Athe, pero mola mucho como concepto. Que ganas de ver quién es el perrito, de verdad.
Y pues creo que ya estaría, este es mi tochaco sobre deidades. Ea. 4.6k
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oddly-tall-hobbit · 5 years ago
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1. 5. 17 for dnd ask meme!
1. A favorite character you have played? I haven’t really played much, so it’s a tie between :
- The Greenwalker, my Firbolg Circle of Dreams Druid. He accidentally wandered into the Feywild aged 50, and lived there for 300 years. He became a General in the Summer Court army, and was captured by Winter Court agents. He was experimented on for nearly 150 years, and finally escaped to the Prime Material Plane, arriving back only a year after left, without any memories. GW often provides the voice of calm and reason in The Wallawash Wanderers, but do not mistake his calm for a lack of passion. He’s killed people for less
and- Taliriktug Tingenek, my Goliath Ancestral Guardian Barbarian. Yet another Big Boy Far From Home character, Tali hails from a place far to the north of the world, populated entirely by Goliath. Three tribes reside in the Mountains, Plains, and Coastline, of the land of Tuk-Kavik. He spent 50 years trapped in a block of ice, kept safe by his goddess, Naki-Uthai, so he might serve some great purpose. He’s a big loud boy who likes to punch first and let someone else ask questions.
5. Favorite NPCI’ve grown very fond of Max, or Maxine Willoweaver, an NPC in The Greenwalkers game. We learned more about her recently, she’s the product of very powerful fey magic, bringing about a “human” life from a branch of the Elder Tree, a tree planted by Correllon at the dawn of the world. She’s somehow Fey, and is also the key to most of the rest of the campaign.
17. What are some house rules that your group has?When I run games, I play fairly by the book, but I add a Lingering Injury rule. If you drop to 0hp, you roll a CON save, DC10. If you pass, note that the DC goes up by 1. If you fail, you roll a d20 for a lingering injury. In the game i most recently DMed, we only had one, our Fighter took a Horrible Scar from our Wild Magic Sorc Fireballing himself. 
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regalclaw · 6 years ago
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i haven’t drawn my desh medic in a long time now i want to die Fey Talis doing the spooks. what kind, i have no idea
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