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Blow him not

A rispetto sequence

Which the honeysuckle crowded round him with thirst for fire! For it will sourly leave them on the glen sae bushy, O, aboon they do

so that wanted. Does not the grove appear’d, and compromise, all. Blow him not. Trifling his loving hand or troubled might: for in his face.

What we seldom hear it. Tone to hail her sensibility, a thing repels the ethereal station upon their Principles

of Leutha’s flower O Sorrow, wind of the day then press’d, his very good a King: the white lake-blossom fell in silver cymbals’ ring!

III

Live with her desire no beauteous regions wild rapt in all his kin! Stiff in Opinions; make my Power employ, with song and tears:

all of you. That would love. And arbour, no darkness. Smears with portly paced along a scale of awful footsteps and live! The common wood.

Foresee, make suddenly transformed. Yes, moonlight Emperor! With wide- arched brows, within the dames heroic and chicken feathers, are in

slumber did the habits of thunder cloudy seas. Of Arbitrary black. Men and the brain begins his solemn as unpleasant fields!

Each, which the Father comforts on the most true image. Whom within the altar stand, a shadowy Hours; while to his Overthrow. And

honeysuckles fully expected, there was not my own soul conspired, snail-paced lives, as well know than Hybla drops, that motto drew.

Besides a cold something New to wish they who wish the sable frock and for his story of Civil Wars. Sudden blow bundle of creame

vncrudded, her place is said, is Juster to thy though her. Were some small hands, your voice hiss. Fondly, and songs never chart, a key … Even then!

VII

Returns from kissing each guest, but Thanks, ’ she says margarita she meets his golden fulness and through those who give forever. From Earth,

and his muzzle beneath, or not to come, and said, I dared not; his goddess of Greatness, Sweet, with Kings are only books were from the square.

VIII

Then Lady Psyche,’ said Cyril. Not a windy shore, bacchus stood up to the window, and let me suffering; good-bye to the eyes that

cheerless way, have it always in their wild minstrelsy! Laughing e’en o’ lovely ray, that always true: the last with a butcher’s wrinkle.

For what was fawn’s blood, the boards: and t is held good! Like the truth and fear of furious felicity draperies, headed like the

serene father will it proves thievish form reposing moon are gone. I to my kinsfolk pray in spirit clings to that four are the ground.

The Good design’d, and so its ink has pale it lay upon the hues of her ye virgin best. Pan may vs see, and their riot even

I, for one is both alike; a nightingale shall meet? Come live twice; in it and Just, and mused and hether, where the bright beams arise!

Or at you, cat and I, bluebirds are pecking headless arrows of poverty? It grieved his bells from David’s Rule: And tis Glory: And

when to bring comes it thy dear native truth saue this, if ought thee modesty, they shoulders all. Blest Madman! And lende me leaue like the Tree.

XII

By those sylvan aisles. But that whatsoever is, that ere the gallant came late: for Lavish grants the tabor, and gold; and the bought,

not a kiss nor look be lost. The moonlight, from the mob all states, and favourite hamlet faint in this nights dread, how cam’st to protect me.

XIII

Or whose passion from the ladde, whom she had no darknesse lend desire! From the glowing bust, which fence she says quixotic she means my

weary witnesse compare?—All good Barzillai thou canst find out lover? Expectant, powerless, with his steed a little babe was dead.

XIV

How carefully thought the Sacred Rites invade. Had I lain for an after a still speak in the Forrest I did wear his Tribe were not

ask the breezy elms above all fancy, pride, as by Prince your brother tremble under arches of the way you fed by their stations.

Is lord by night of him, but do not with stars were some massy member that will break of light we are; let me down on my pen and begin,

we give at everywhere where my Goddess! Sweet and so I kept brimming town; at the same a shadowy presence there!—Nothing more.

XVI

Of every ill: the madness! Dry their Witnesses will Swear, till Viper- like these, in such the body how I wish to collide violence

ever felt but a breathe with lying beyond thing, but lack tongue- tied than Endymion, weep not so, a virgin fill’d with faint and live!

XVII

Her smiles, and leaue to Mars the Seat ascending; the litter of large- browed steadfast peace These raven horses foam and confin’d: why am

I now? The most create his own: tis easy chearfulness at my wing’d exulting swift flights to plume the rolls her eyes, but much improve.

XVIII

Force. That I can say this of mild silver grapes, in leaves, and thus await fearless, lustful, happy, nestling for a century. Of a

leaky vase, for good need were, slew both his breath; the stirr’d him, glad to see how thus lorn to be King, the Shadows of a Forgiving Right.

XIX

She sits vpon the ripe grape is so constant arms to join them, feelings her follie great: he for me? So marks his labour trade, fools a passage

cast out, the World his Foes, whom maids by night wish theyr drery accents sing; ne let them blossom! And plume; and not a joke he cut but eat?

Fair they broke his Host of deathful glee; laughing blessing themselves, perused the public weal disposed to crowd love is a deliciousness.

When arrows of people of this way beaten gold. He said, what do still Superiour found, while the ground; one groan’d, as one things left alone.

XXI

A cowslips, and Restrain my Hands: the People might I not cruel grown, from the cheeks’ returns from some face out showe: let dame Eliza thanked

me for the farmer? For her feet, high as they seem of a double rent. Empty the King’s Defender, only made for my happiness.

XXII

Equal she may be had form’d of clear green holly: most full vow, and gentle limbs on tremble, and he stood in a way to cloud it. The

church on the green water rushing down upon by the Town so call’d him, fair creature is this? To think the problem, that sacred rites vnfit.

XXIII

Had higher things where through Love’s Elysium. Once in another as she went up the Wall, thus far tis Duty; but hastily we

past, that all beauty being an urn wept over the hand, the woods they have you never coud with seconds, knows where they might cannot find.

XXIV

Come live that I should never Rebell was too bountiful arose, and thou fooles selfe-chosen snare, fond fancies vain for the centre

sought his skill, some old trick! The flashlight person feed their power, to the dell, To give their shadow, like to comfort were begot Maiesty.

XXV

Not blame you have gain’d esteem. Epic will come to a rendezvous, and catch the warm excess of life is most precautious benches. The

maiden sobb’d awhile, then come back down wi’ right eye she lifted hands with somewhere, where it ever and the man is singing most jolly.

XXVI

Cold in thy shadowed from his imperious sway this proper tone then should’st departed she, as well awayt, and makers of time will

be, whole neighbour’s prayer, and the world’s perplexing wash of my beloued lasse forlorn had he been, if Destiny had higher. And barred.

XXVII

Antique song: but when they whose light, and forbear to taste then, Psyche. Which had been a blessing on its steady Skill come and tell the virgin

fill’d with Fear, yet since then, thereunto doe daunce vnto the sacred ill, still longer the fields were of the unnameable form, the larks.

XXVIII

Blow him not. Great Brahma from his wicked change in his stormy passion slew me; do smile upon the shade.—Riding—the highwayman comes

it there my eye in wide as if painted glass, and far more my whole soul when most imperious similar remarks to take there here!

XXIX

Felt, admonished to meet her attyre, and bent it seemed a thing went the mounts Amyntas—oh! When he shalbe a grace, and by learning and

Desire! Fragrant flowers, rush of rivers, and blank, made close me up; and thou forth his car, aloft, the long-limbed lad that meek unknown?

XXX

Wonder weeds, and near to wake, after thine; sternly denied;—love so much of Time. The care bid all the day, the bat, the road that made me,

and the grass; I feel the stretch around these? Before going to thee will have Right, and ne’er before the cold miser spread his paramour.

XXXI

For compound sweet smooth alleys, sighs towards the garden tools; but all Mankinds Epitome. But in will, to sing my thighs so closely cling

the tree; they came: but hides and festivity? That from the eagle scorne to hear this bed-fellow, it eats into a galliard did grow.

XXXII

Knocks against the faery-roof, made me, feele his eyes strain’d: doubt not, my only blest: his Lawfull Issue shall the day spending to the

timeless moon. And thou shalt, beloved yesterday, the best: the Plot: yet, Corah, thou wilt leave thy love is below love is comming seas.

XXXIII

The handles heard, one unto his own—he was country gentle bosom burns with the Daughter of those sylvan aisles. That shall it receives

him as silent-blessing their surfaces with my deere loue of lilies and almost forest-fruits, and blank, made for beauty. Yet oh!

XXXIV

The might have larks. To guard again? His passport which speaks: teach the woods shall prosper well; for towns on me, no ghostly galleon tossed upon

my bracelet. Doe make any guilt—not to come again. It was hard, with various to a pitch of nicety, where is not so!

XXXV

Who, at the fond vision went in bright With them to whom this chiefest joy, our chiefest are, that dark cup your veins tho their straw. Flye hence, good

care doth her bridale bowers? Within the silken sails is going to disgrace; while falling you as Champion him to his Throne?

XXXVI

These were their wings which dare claime from high to low, along the duller eyes, I all alone, aloof. A lover would govern, nor no God

could not, nor mov’d; from every loss the rose, and somehow, each hath one, and solace sing, ne any woods may answer, Madam, he threshold?

XXXVII

And here, and wine for sale, but ah! Soft deceit, for truth saue this fixed a day of welcome, she loves in violet knots, silly posies, groaning

for our eccho ring. No blemishe may spie.—Pale as if to stir it scarcely thought peace and so Stormy day her tattered sapience.

XXXVIII

Go, get that say or sing to sigh; for thou redeemed hast my love what I thoughts prouoke, danger of his defence is it just once Dominion

thee bent, as bottom will I sing ere long, to which by a springs, shall match with those eyes are not a fourth place! Who banisht David weak.

XXXIX

A page bench; an iron-pointed to the bridal he should I, Encouraging the loss—of thee. Under the cobbles he clatters answer,

we would quit the singing, or she is so stranger: aftertime, and yeeld thee to mee, and he knew no reason seek the empty left?

Redemption sparkles! Turns—with those that soundes so sweet, without remorse or ruining? For feare this face, and he answere anguish, how

could not say so, to give disquiet to my kiss again. Who Cost too grossly dyed. Stiff in Opinions can pursue Immortal here?

XLI

As I have not at rest in the words and day. Already looks as Heaven to the old, and awakest wilt tell how should the People

whom, debauch’d with thee. Below his wits pierced through the dreaded cards foretell, shall range these Arms accuse, that built up a pile of beaten gold.

XLII

She rose, knowing his night, a kind of the Blow of Fate. It is the sea they seem alive and me from cochineal. Doth most create, for

Politicians Tool; never thou wilt behold, he thrush replyes, those vapoury lair. Ever knowledge is not Good by Force he with blis.

XLIII

I was angry mood, for thee. And short-hand pens imbibed the exploratory rescue-ship through oh! Blood. By nature, banish sleepe with

foggy damps, and abash’d with painful gusts, with that poor woman true as innocence of Angels Alleluya sing, the Shadows dire.

XLIV

To Nature declar’d when thou wilt shine on me, she began to run at, when places of the Western winds and not well, where the too

resplendent sun hurries the Widdowes daughter. All agree with quia impossible eye, thine eyes were, while I enjoyd that lily hand.

XLV

Here angry—as they ran: therefore and there was one that seemed the sweetest then, Sorrow after his concludes his life, from a sorrow after

a little ones to brush about themselves know whither herbs and from the latter worst of fortune’s mighty Soul she should more delight.

XLVI

Go, get that you call great: he forests, and plate, as between two plantains, and harebell mildly away, as wrecked men desires to

Woods and thereupon her breast: look in. Not barren of all Religion, and in the fix’d in happiness no seconds, knows what woman!

XLVII

It will the early day, pursued an instant and nearer he came to pass, I sate with virgins learning after my own, my swelling

be? Now day is doen, and its dazzling how to fill my Chloris’ bonie face there appeared as chearfulness, and kill; or else he braces old.

XLVIII

You are coming grief of Royal Vertue scarcely pale, pillow’s twitter, came a voice which now she would not say so, to give thee! And every

clime, that clos’d my Mind; tis Natural wisdom ask no more so stranger spoke, and a soul, had had your trade, fools are. For wine we left your name.

XLIX

And rashly judge his prayer with her, but lover? Into my large dark inn-yard. ’ Earth in an antique house-clock still Superiour found, and

the Jews. Is void of happy to be Out-done. His artful, secret joys, or wert thou die from his Aid has told, thoughts, with a purer joy?

The momentary pleasure press’d a few words and all ye powers, am I now? If more than man was her wreaths had dragg’d the Gods still

croking make vs once and mellow radiant from our graceful form reposing motion has she now, my Celia, with a bunch of late.

And then the rays of govern, nor no God could not different far there represent tales, and a sore temperament and long, but in mine appear’d,

now in a child crying at night. I have pass’d by, as of a little snakes coil and bear the long daies labour turne, and all day; come!

LII

’ Thus every moment gains upon such treasury, as I in it and increases to entangle, trammel up and buzz’d his hair like

a star, get with their forms of the reason was no Crime. And we gazing out, might fading eyes, and is no memories on thy window.

LIII

He company; not their own sphered table, to be sav’d, even the dust; love it more than hawks or horseman came riding—the higher

dames less cleverness, would weene some enemy: far forth the lad benighted. About, and in me. Love has buoyed me up till my heart.

LIV

Sin; when we met first of fortune and Humane Laws. That hit with thy good aray fit for my torturingly fair; the nightingale, that

all complete with water-blurred fevers boyl the Beach, and sit alike delight luxurious and Caves, and draw the placed or unplaced it.

Till we in the seed of gods, but an errand would tyre a well half- conscious of the yeare all but Luther’s Mild nature’s discrepancies,

open to virtue friend of David’s Government. Faces in a dream, but both their host, but Thanks, ’ she answer and hatred, misery?

LVI

Of blushes o’er: so, several station upon thy glory, which yet he sinks, touching upon the leaves me not, fray vs with pity

oft will befal, my best frights; ne let the Gods, whose Native courses; because of the bough. What otherwise you perished, and nearer.

LVII

And anon there we live to see. That what was before thy finger touch’d the fretted the dawn: a beam had slanted hail; great God has willed

a still season of Ægypt, night&morning or set, and is neuer day so long, and sunglasses in Balboa Park and silvery warm.

LVIII

And pointing Oyle had been a sore hearts, distinguish grew—how bear it? And thy youth, quick, and his face burnt like some hid and soon a taper

silver plants, which we Right, opprest, and leaps like his Delphic lyre; her kiss’d, and, that’s haunted. The red rose weeds, but dash’d and body ought.

LIX

Like old man that the worms that even to tame the entirely beauty’s store, flies bout the door and fro: a clamour thing in their

Violines. Be also present culprit was dead, save me, sweet breathless and the portal, but one word in hand, and lende me leaves Astrea flyeth.

Over they could write your former. Of flower, and I neglect has worn and would not say, This poet lies: such a grasp of the two we’ve

seen—but, come, and giueth lawes along the proper homely tale is De rebus cunctis et quibusdam aliis. Infected by thy eye.

LXI

They said many shadow of ice exchanges there. Was turned toward the lips of the your comfort, and sitting silent, wan, into my loue?

’Twas Sleep slow journeying with grace; while the kite that God of her hunt, I know thirst with so smooth semilucent election, nor dreamer.

LXII

When on Jordans Flood: unfortunately free, began to the violets blue as anothers and arms with devout touch you might or day

to open cans was she! More than hawks and twincling strong were confines of the sweet. That innovation’s Curse, that ere the rest, on mother.

LXIII

Thy lifull heart under the hut I fix’d his wicked but should I, Encouraging Fevers burn clear black hair. Next Cynthia he hearts,

when the Crowd be Judges days most precautious to be sav’d, even in the impotence of its own heart, like the river-lily bud!

LXIV

My friends who know even our tymely sleep, think I made you for here in her sense but in such a Cause? Yet, like a spirit, thought us

Academic silks, in huge vessels, wine come from my love, nor over in his visitant or vision dies: let thy mandolin.

LXV

And, kind lady, with nets found of men, by Lawless Might, or sing, then will be, which further the coil of seamen, and the which he call’d an

article the door. Her, and I her shrink to a pitch of nicety, where he alighted by a garret windows to my heart bleed.

LXVI

Mothers do despise, and thy years. He rose is dead, and with thickset fruit. The cold ran through he torment us with them all bows down the

casket of my widow’s head, a bunch of late? In the earth must dwelling you as Champion of the latter worse awhile, and sweet pride.

LXVII

In years gone, two blightingale, that make the doorway, dark; till that loved me dearly; she is so good, or whether we return in you,

that simple lives. Be vnto Maia, when a child, if good matches, and sitting heartbreak, woe, what is a deliciously she bow’d in love!

LXVIII

We entered in your eccho ring. Of wearing of their seed attendance o’er this cunning was silent, if Theotormon broke her as she

went in will, for greedy pleasure, and he stood the ghost, a prologue which with our conversatility, which we are wafted abroad.

LXIX

Children dear, went to see; whether thoughts which brings troubled your eyes were on its steady surprise. Till tyrant! Whom I had not a tree, beneath

his table of my Plot. Mirrored in your orange tradition; but could not go, though I feel my heart was not a Slave of Quietude.

LXX

He blows a bugle,—an ethereal band are visible above conceits, which thank me. High as thoughts, within ye hear the native

land, hard forms of disgrac’d, and perplexing! Dry as the moment was braw, and game, and loud on the promise: all, I trust, may yet be well.

LXXI

Yourself never thought, not a wind of things are Negligently bends towards a group of trees and pebbles blue from thee. I would have knows why

nothing to some thou liest, instead of all. Why stand aside and hymns in the casement, upon the gasping furrowes faster ty’de.

LXXII

Thatch, a patience to vent than all the night the Potter’s art. Till which thank him for tears, mourn’d away—but what’s call’d a Just Revenge for the

States-Man, and Buffoon: then Florian? To see her. To some ten years! And nettles rot and a staircase ending she might or mighty woes.

LXXIII

Hint of Adeline enquir’d if I had not say so, to give for peace, for after it, nor needed by boyling o’r: and Nobler is

abed, candlesworth under the common, and just receives. A rendezvous, and from its mother. She did not skill to Defend their straw.

LXXIV

Does not the aid of joy. More than mine. On libbard’s paws, upheld her lucid bow, continuing thus, just paint you sudden it is to

belong yourselves—’t was its only given thence though heavy sleep of thanks to her. A red-coat troop came marching, up to the windows.

LXXV

Never was Patriot Paint!—And the while he waited: out we paced, I first, there are more transparent breasts; and think to seeke vs to

winne his fyrye face defil’d when she slept weeping in three castles, torches rich as moths from Foes; and the phantoms of existence of you!

LXXVI

With my bootless witty, since in a hut, with a doubled rest, and pluck thou made; and now the music drop here—a kid I on this we

will start from me hys madding mynd is stranger spoke, and dry. When the written: Take them wild for the youth, sure some ten years to cross the Laws.

LXXVII

My fayre Rosalind hath broke, that brother’s blood wide, and wals with them to whom king Jove has done, the land when far at sea that not feruent

be for fear we should my freedom. And the church lands I bless horrors which filled my mind; so great heroes some wild start with his Master hear.

LXXVIII

Rest: but though you haven’t gone to summon all his conclude their own arts of manly bear a woman love, to love? Almost an hair’d; and

when nothing much like flesh and bound, their own. And it grew both deliberate, the stomach on those whispers may dwell; till his pulse and widow.

LXXIX

Ornament, at thy pleasures: Innocence? This—the dinner-bell hath a prize to-night. Is mischeivously seated into the old garden

tools; and bowing popularly Mad? He staid not wait. Pleased heaven, for fear this blessed Brooke doe bathe my pillow. To these late showers.

LXXX

Warm pearls beneath the mountain prey because though if thou call the weak race of hands, to boast his Foes. His jokes were visible go see, the

venerable Armytage, a friendly cooings of what is the spirit that the kings of October frosty rime, though shadowy beams.

LXXXI

Honey from his mystic friar’s rigour, present family stoop’d to them, until he read an architect, brought to all—which haue often

made the joys could not doubt? With the rain. Been ordained was, to chose that Peggy made its virgin fears, all honor’s mimic, all were in one?

LXXXII

To meet star-sisters weird, but them. To meet th’ vnpleasant thought to your own mouth too. Came jasper pannel fuming streets you speak; but when

the strove by fancies garlands, love- knot into the absent friends who know her woof, her texture; she perhaps she means this? Let’s try their Names.

LXXXIII

I WILL enjoy tonight. As if the more. In baskets of all the Beach, as he on did pass There are wed? To catch the world wide there were

ran a streaming Saint Augustine has torn, he shows they movèd alike? An image of the tie of moonlight of love and clear; and seem tame.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 7 #144 texts #rispetto sequence

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blackswallowtailbutterfly · 2 years ago

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Reach, Craft, Rum

Anyway, I have to find them all now.

Win, Wine, Treachery, Reach, Each, Ache, Her, Rye Char, Charity, Tyre, Rev, Revenge, Even, Gem, Mad, Madness, Sex Alcohol, Sue, Wisdom Chap, Happiness, Pin, Pine, Pines, Naked, Nakedness Frenzy, Black, Lack, Blackmail, Mail, Ail Sorcery, Devil, Evil, Devilry Black, Lack, Magic, Icon, Con, Contempt, Temp, Tempt Escape, Scape, Cap, Cape, Ape, Pew, Wit, Witch, Itch, Witchcraft, Craft, Raft, Aft Kin, Kink, Ink, Mar, Marijuana, Rule Mer, Merriment, Rim, Rime, Men, Mischief, Chief Gossip, Sip, Arson, Son Yam, Man, Nip, Manipulation, Ion, Money Cynic, Cynicism, Sub, Subversion, Version, Ion Spirit, Worship, Ship, Hip, Par, Part, Art, Parties, Ties Love, Par, Part, Art, Partner, Partners, Partnership, Ship, Hip, Hon Kin, Intro, Introversion, Trove, Rover, Over, Version, Ion, Cleve, Clever, Lever, Eve, Ever, Cleverness Fun, Bad, Rev, Revolution, Evolution, Ion Class, Lass, Ass, War, Warfare, Far, Fare, Are, Zing Rev, Revel, Eve, Revelry, Heat, Eat, Heath, Heathen, Then, Hen, God, Gods Rum, Friend, End, Friends, Ends, Friendship, Ship, Hip, Org, Orgies Poet, Poetry, Try, Ritual, Rituals Pat, Path, Pathology, Log, Mead Gas, Gaslighting, Slight, Light, Slighting, Lighting, Tin, Bin Due, Duel, Dueling, Gin, Ion May, Mayhem, Hem, Com, Comp, Compass, Pass, Ass, Compassion, Passion, Ion

Sit, Gay, Kea, Bake, Fair, Air, Met, Mit, Thin, Thine, Gas, Neo, Mote, Let, Sin, Leg, Hit, Bar, Asp, Tab, Rob, Vile, Sin, Nin, Sog, Nil, Gel, Sis

Rot, Toe, Son, Rug, Sea, Ran, Ken, Act, Ray, Rays, Son, Sons, Serf, Him, Roo, Wad, Glen, Lob, Saw, Tit, Nil, Sap, Ion, Cap, Ilk, Nit, Tut, Lib, Bit, Dog, Sin, Can, Say, Bet, Bets, Tee, Cry, Let, Has, Ass

Pot, Nor, See, Eel, Let, Cob, Cobs, See, Bun, Koi, Cut, Mew, War, Raw, Mist, Rot, Tad, Did, Pin, Bin, Bins, Sup, Raft, Aft, Led, Ant, Met, Tab, Rep, Pep, Meet, Fur, Sir, Nye, Yes, Brie, Men, Ache, Hear, Ear, Nob

Dam, Dame, Very Mod, Mods Nip Nerf Live, Lived Met, Cig, Gam, Vid Far Man, Ram Lip, Piss, Sog Pin, May Rev, Bus Trap, Rap, Row, Rip, Rips Trap, Rap, Rape, Ape Rev, Eve, Revel, Rev Min, Love, Lover, Over, Dab Raw Dog, Lever, Ever Grow, Row Tap Nib, Nit, Sag, Fen Nil Sap, Yam

Boat, Oat, Nor, Sag, Gin, Seat, Eat, Cig, Nay, Gel, Gels, Sir, Eon, Air, Orb, Bat, Hex, Tee, Mit, Nin, Leg, Sow, Sis

Hug, Die, Sly, God, Hare, Are, Tut, Tin, Ick, Tit, Ruse, Use, Was, and more backwards diagonally but my eyes won’t focus anymore. lol

Witchcraft, Wisdom, Death...

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the-psydelicrainbow-kinhelpcafe · 4 years ago

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🌈 (Belated) Birthday Icons (Part 2)

Enjoy!!

-Mod Hobbes🌈 (Shift: Minky Momo💝🌈 + Boss🌻🐹 + Howdy🍎🐹)

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obscurekinoutpost · 7 years ago

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Hi I'm Glen Ray from Seed of Chucky and I'm looking for my dad/boyfriend Chucky. If your him, please contact me on @jeanniehobbes

#Glen Ray kin #Seed of Chucky kin #kin call #incest cw #mod sans #so hey after discussing this with another mod we aren't gonna post any other asks or kincalls involving incest #the rules page has been updated

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polyghoul · 2 years ago

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💀 SMITTEN - SHE/HER - 19 - BI POLY DEMIGIRL 💀

Welcome to my blog dear creatures of the night, it’s so wonderful to have you here!Here I will design icons for characters of my favorite genre: horror! This ranges from horror films, horror video games, horror manga, anything horror related so long as there exists official artwork or screenshots. Before we begin, please consider the following:

This blog is dedicated to horror icons from films, animation, video games and more, with a few exceptions! To keep with the spooky theme, I am allowing requests for Ghost, Dark, and Psychic Pokémon and trainers. Additionally, I am accepting requests for media that isn’t categorized as horror, but has a very prominent spooky theme (the Beetlejuice cartoon, Hotel Transylvania, Monster High, Monster Prom, etc). If there is a series you are unsure about being considered horror/horror adjacent, simply ask and I’ll let you know if it qualifies.

I am welcoming of all regressors, dreamers, systems, kinnies and mogai identities alike! You’re absolutely allowed to tag any posts as “kin” or otherwise. So long as you don’t infringe on my dni banner, you’re free to interact!

Proshippers/anti-antis, pro para and radqueers are not welcome here.

If a character has a confirmed canonical identity, I will not accept requests that contradict their gender/sexuality. (i.e. Glen Ray is canonically genderfluid and David King has been confirmed to be gay.)

To avoid any confusion and clear the clutter, anonymous asks will not be enabled. All asks will be answered privately and any attempts at conflict will be promptly deleted.

When requesting, please specify if there is a specific flag you’d like me to use. With anonymous asks turned off, you are able to submit images and provide links for reference!

I am a singlet therefore I won’t engage in any system discourse, as I am not in the position to comment on such matters.

Please remain patient with me as I fulfill your request, as I am preoccupied with personal affairs.

Blacklisted sources and characters: Boyfriend to Death, Until Dawn, Yandere Simulator, Jeepers Creepers, Midori: Shōjo Tsubaki, House With 100 Eyes, The Poughkeepsie Tapes, Mogeko Castle, Clockwork Orange, Killing/Stalking, Happy Sugar Life, House of 1,000 Corpses, Puppet Master, Hello Neighbor, Baldi’s Basics, Hellsing, Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss, Freddy Krueger (2010 remake), Hideki Sohta (Misao), Jonah Vasquez (Dead by Daylight), Buddi (2019 remake), Butterball (Hellraiser), Doctor Carl Hill (Reanimator), Boaris (Dreaming Mary)

Current trigger warnings: Eye contact, blood, body horror, genderbends, House of Wax, pedophilia, incest, ableism, racism

All of the ghoulishly grand banners were designed by the lovely @epicrapbattles, thank you so much dear!

#horror icons #horror pride icons #pride icons #lgbt icons #mogai #mogai blog #lgbt blog

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pizzakin · 4 years ago

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Heya my friends!! I hope it's alright if I ask for a kin analysis? My main kins are Hobbes (Calvin and Hobbes), Jeannie Napier (Batman: the Killing Joke), Gonzo (The Muppets), Teruteru Hanamura (from Super Danganronpa 2: Goodbye Despair), Moon Rabbit Cookie (Cookie Run), Birthday Cake Cookie (Cookie Run), Glen Ray (Seed of Chucky), Totoro (My Neighbor Totoro), Songbird Serenade (the My Little Pony Movie), Applejack (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic), Beavis (Beavis and Butthead), Apple Pie (Food Fantasy), Minky Momo (Magical Princess Minky Momo), Cream Unicorn Cookie (Cookie Run), Boss (Hamtaro), Howdy (Hamtaro), and Mary Bell (Floral Magician Mary Bell)! Sorry theres so much, if you wanna see the rest of my kintypes, my kinlist is in my blog description! Please and thank in advance and take as much time as you need!! -mod hobbes from the-psydelicrainbow-kinhelpcafe🌈

kehehe, now thats a lot of characters you’ve given me to look at.. hm.

well, after examining them, it seems like you have a real desire to help people. you want to entertain others, really. and take care of them, perhaps? whether it be by making food or giving out advice or, heh, even making edits, it seems like in general your a fairly kind person.

ive also noticed a bit of a.. i suppose ‘food theme’ with your kins? i wonder if you were raised by bakers or something, kehehehe.. or maybe you simply appreciate the culinary arts? no shame in that, do what you love, i say, kehehe

hmm.. you also seem to be the optimistic type, but not foolish. if your kins or anything to go by, you have a good head on you, and you can keep people out of trouble, while also staying rather cheerful. i wonder if its genuine or..? kehehehe, ah, i haven’t a clue, you know yourself better than i, surely

well, apologies for the wait on this one. i wouldnt say its a perfect analysis, unfortunately. though that may be because i am not familiar with too many of these sources, deepest apologies ^^’

mod hobbes, if you ever want to send in a different request, or i suppose if you have any criticisms, our inbox is open! kehehe..

#hobbes kin #calvin and hobbes #calvin and hobbes kin #kin analysis #kin #kinnie #modsakusa #kin request #my little pony kin #cookie run kin #cookie run #my little pony #danganronpa #danganronpa kin #dangan kin #totoro #totoro kin #asks open #requests open

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rainbowdelicsunshine · 2 years ago

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Do the kin meme for Glen and Songbird Serenade because I love them both!

Glen Ray

My favorite person from my canon: My parents ofc!! I was esp was close to my dad at times!

My least favorite person from my canon: Psyches..... Hhhhhh he did very terrible things to me that I would not like to recall right now!

How tall I was: I was 3 foot 3, I was tall for a doll and was even taller than my dad lol!

Some of my physical traits: I was a mixture of my look for Seed and how my human form looked in the series, I had long hair that hung down one side of my head/face, an angular/rectangular face structure, had dark circles under my eyes, freckles, and wore something similar to my purple and black turtleneck but with more scene kid details and accessories. Basically my version of him I've drawn before heheh!

Some of my personality traits: I was pretty much like how I was in Seed, but when I got to be in my preteens/teen years I also obtained a sarcastic side where I was able to poke fun at things that I found ridiculous (like how my parents, esp my dad, would act). But I still had a heart of gold and had the most compassion and empathy for anyone besides my family (like my family mostly only had those feelings for each other and their closet friends)!

The phrase/word/sound I said the most: I talked way too much British slang and Japanese for my own damn good.... I was very fluent in Japanese to the point where it was my second language. I did say "Bloody ______" a lot!

My crush/partner (if I had one): Kahuna, who I have discussed before, was in some aspects based on my kin memories as Glen (as a lot of my stuff for the OceanBerry AU is, and vice versa as well)

My best friend (if I had one): Well, since I had a hard time having friends of my own age besides Kahuna and my siblings partners and friends, I had used the same voodoo spell from the back of the amulet to summon new friends via a cat and panda plushies. And with that, I had brought back Eddie Caputo as a cat and John "Doctor Death" Bishop as a panda, and they've been my adoptive uncle's/friends/in Eddie's case pet cat ever since!

The most attractive person/people from my canon: I did find certain types of men.... Very attractive (like the toned, but long haired and laid back rocker types lol) but I found Kahuna the best out of all of them ha!

The cutest possible ship from my canon: My sister Glenda and her girlfriend Natalie were really sweet together and I was super happy that my sister was happy with her..... Despite the utter chaos they both caused in my lifetime!

The worst possible ship from my canon: I didn't really remember anything like that, other than town gossip about a couple of people having rocky relationships with their partners!

Who I’ve found so far: No One XC

Who I really want to find: My family!! I really wanna talk to my dad and my sister/sibling Glenda and my adoptive brothers Jake and Junior!

Who I really don’t want to find: Psyches....

Who I wish died: I don't think I can really think of anyone.... I wasn't really wishful for people to die in that time

Who I wish hadn’t died: Well,,,, a lot of the people that Dad had killed I wish he hadn't, but I kinda just eventually had to accept that it was something he liked to do. Even if I didn't like it, I couldn't stop him from doing it so yeah....

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Songbird Serenade

My favorite person from my canon: Gosh there were so many, it's so hard to choose!

My least favorite person from my canon: SvenGallop! From what I remember of him of a charity concert I was doing for autistic ponies like myself (hehehe fuck you Sia) and Sven was in charge of the fashion at that time, GOD he was an ableist and elitist ass and I made sure I never worked with him ever again

How tall I was: I was pretty short from what I remember, I was only 3 inches taller than Pinkie Pie who was very short and Cheese Sandwich was about a foot taller than me so yeah....

Some of my physical traits: I pretty much looked how I did in the movie (I did have sky blue eyes), except I wore more rainbow colored clothing (including my hair bow), my feather tips were colors of the rainbow, and my hooves were cloven and we're the same color as my eyes (in my canon, all ponies had cloven hooves that had the same color as their eyes)

Some of my personality traits: I was pretty chill, laid back and pretty much went with the flow with pretty much anything that's going on around me. I also had my outgoing, compassionate and fun loving side that loved to perform in front of ponies. It was pretty rare for me to yell or get angry, only when things are going very wrong or somepony has done something terrible!

The phrase/word/sound I said the most: I would have the WORST habit of doing sing-song and basically went into song every damn chance I got! It was really fun! I also said "Sweet"! A lot!

My crush/partner (if I had one): I was married to both Pinkie Pie and Cheese Sandwich (in the world of Equestria, same sex, interspecies, and poly marriage was all legal and very much accepted as normal)

My best friend (if I had one): Coloratura of one of many of my music collaborators and best friends! We both met when we were both just starting out our careers (and we were pretty young too, being in our teen years at the time), we had a shaky start like all new musicians and stars do and we had been close since!

The most attractive person/people from my canon: Well, other than my sweet wife and husband Pinkie Pie and Cheese Sandwich, I also found Tempest Shadow and Sassy Saddles to be pretty cute looking for a while before I met and gotten to know Pinkie Pie, and in turn, Cheese Sandwich better!

The cutest possible ship from my canon: Well, pretty much most of the relationships I knew of in Ponyville and everywhere else I traveled to for my career in my lifetime, but Fluttershy and Discord we're peak Couples Goals in Ponyville lol!

The worst possible ship from my canon: Well,,,,, I've heard that Spoiled and Filthy Rich were,,,,, not the most healthiest that I knew of,,,,

Who I’ve found so far: Again, No One XC

Who I really want to find: my wife Pinkie Pie and my husband Cheese Sandwich, along with anyone else who could remember me in their TL!

Who I really don’t want to find: SvenGallop and The Storm King......

Who I wish died: Passing on this!

Who I wish hadn’t died: Passing on this!

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WOOOOO THIS WAS SUPER DUPER SO MUCH FUN!!!!!! I HAVEN'T TALKED ABOUT BEING A KIN FREAK IN SO LONG!!!!!!!!

This was really fun, I rarely ever talk about my kin TLs (especially for characters or sources no one talks about much like Songbird) so this was refreshing!

Thank you soso much, I really hope you enjoy reading all of this and have a wonderful evening my shiny buggy friendo!!

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vampyre666-archive · 5 years ago

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🏳‍🌈 🍀

media hyperfixation ask game!

🏳‍🌈 do you have any headcanons (lgbt, race, neuro, etc) that are important to you? for Child’s Play, and YES I DO OMG, Alright so Charles Lee Ray is Bisexual (unfortunately still a cis man but what can ya do), He went through bad abuse as a child (yes I’m projecting shut up), anyway he LOVES his wife and kid so much, even though he’s not good at showing it. He’s happy to have a family, and he’s trying his best to not be like his parents. He doesn’t abuse his child (glen/glenda) and he would never even think of raising a hand against them. He loves his genderfluid child, and he’s trying his best to be supportive of them!! Tiffany is bisexual as well

🍀 do you have any kins or comfort characters from your hyperfixation? Comfort characters are literally all of them, Charles (chucky), Tiffany, Glen/glenda, Nica, Andy,,, I love them all so so much. and rn I’m thinking abt kinning someone from it but idk who yet :D

#leo answers #alice answers #anon #abuse #abuse m #chucky

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mostly-stimssssssss · 5 years ago

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hello sweetie pie!! I was just now wondering if you could make an aesthetic for a Glen Ray (from Seed of Chucky) who's kins Marumofubiyori from Sanrio in lavender, pastel blue and pastel yellow with small hints of stars, fluffy blankets, 90s anime n naps? please n thank you in advance my lovely hunny bun!! -mod hobbes from the-psydelicrainbow-kinhelpcafe🌈

OH YAY!!! YES YES YES I'LL DO THIS CAUSE I THINK YOU'RE VALID I LOVE YOU AND KINS WHO KIN ARE FUN plus I love working with these things asdfjk- ANYWAYS-

Curtis, John Egbert shift

#Anonnie #not my icon #happy happy joy joy ehehehehehe

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idriltelcontar · 6 years ago

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The Search of Beleg~ A Silmarillion Song

Notes: A ballad I wrote to accompany my LotR fan fic In Shadows. It is written from the perspective of Turin Turambar and Beleg Cuthalion in the Simarillion when they have been separated after Turin left Doriath. Beleg is searching for his old friend and Turin is searching for meaning in his new life of banditry.

*reposting since I’ve now figured out how to make moodboards*

Beleg:

An Elf of Doriath, strong and proud.

Marchwarden of Thingol am I

Long I have fought, against evil avowed

And Morgoth I dare defy.

But no blade wield I in recent days.

Another task have I.

I search along the ancient ways

And issue a weary sigh.

Túrin I seek, dear friend to me,

Gone too long from my sight.

A year I have searched from under tree

From hill, ‘cross rivers bright.

Why have you gone? Whither you stay?

Come back by light of day!

Túrin:

A man of ill-repute am I,

A bandit, coarse and low.

Yet once I bore a name more high

Which many once did know.

Turin I was, yet can be no more

For who is left to hear?

Abandoned was I and blame I bore

And then forced to disappear.

Among outlaws I wield my sword.

And no renown I earn.

Lawless I live, and own no lord.

For greater things I yearn.

Why have I come? What end is in sight?

Curse the endless night!

Beleg:

Your sword was sharp and your helm so fierce

That Enemies turned and fled.

With Elf-like strength your blade did pierce

Their flesh which then freely bled.

But too proud you were and fates conspired

To drive you from your home.

Mockery endured, your temper fired,

No longer in Doriath you roam.

But wronged you were and pardon given

By king and foster kin.

Yet ere you knew, to Wilds were driven

From sanctuary therein.

Where have you gone? How long shall I seek?

'Cross mountains and moors so bleak?

Túrin:

Men I have led against Angband’s hoards,

Yet still my heart it does grieve.

No vast array of glit'tring swords

Could my happiness achieve.

Cúthalion! Cúthalion! I long to see

Your eyes so bright and keen!

To stand together 'neath blossoming tree

And talk of where we’ve been.

Your bow, my sword once Enemies feared

And spoke our names with dread.

The Dragon-helm then was so revered

The sight would strike them dead.

Where are those days? How long ago?

Since blood and carrion crow?

Beleg:

Under the sun and under the moon,

I walk though these lands unseen

Through Marshy bog and sandy dune

In searching now have I been.

I will not halt and I will not rest

My feet go wand'ring on,

Till Húrin’s son I hold to my breast

For then a new day shall dawn.

My heart it weeps, my thoughts are dark

The birds they sing no more.

No nightingale, no wondrous lark

Can soothe my spirit sore.

What have you done? What have you seen?

Come back to King and Queen!

Turin:

Where are you now, my brother and friend

Belov’d and ne'er forgotten?

In woodland glade, by river bend

Or dungeons dark and rotten?

Once we did walk through the forest fair,

Where light was often found.

Yet the darkness now we both must bear

And in misery be bound.

My soul is empty, my fire gone,

The laughing sun does hide.

No warming rays, no breaking dawn

Till you are by my side.

When shall I see you? Is it too late?

To change my evil fate?

Túrin and Beleg:

The night has fallen and yet we live,

For how long we cannot say.

How many months more shall I give

In wandering day to day?

We await the day when Sword and Bow

Shall combine once again.

Our friendship renewed and souls aglow

With memories of hill and glen.

Brothers-in-arms, not to be parted

We were Elf and Man as one.

Yet false that proved, one departed

And inev'table Doom begun.

How long shall we wait? How long shall we weep?

Morgoth’s Curse shall reap.

Doriath’s woods and Dor-Lómin’s hills,

Shall share our woes and ills.

#lord of the rings fan fic #silmarillion fan fic #fan fiction #fan fic #fan fic writing #beleg cuthalion #turin turambar #lord of the rings fan fiction #silmarillion fan fiction #my writing #idril writes #song fic #ballad #poetry #writeblr #the search of beleg

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hadesgoddess · 6 years ago

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Dawn is Coming, Open Your Eyes; Chapter 1!

Here is the first chapter of my Aster/Rose fanfic. I typed this a few years ago and polished it to post now that I’ve listed Bunny as one of my f/o’s. TW, some light cursing and light alcohol usage.

p.s. yeah I know Jack is Nightlight but I wrote this before the final book came out, so I already wrote some great interactions between the two. Also movie Jack is very different from book Nightlight.

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For some, it seemed like winter couldn’t end fast enough and that summer would never come. But Rose knew that the seasons would turn in their own time and there was no hurrying Ostara. It was one of the things she had learned over the years.

Of course that didn’t mean that she was going to do as she pleased and take her sweet time waking up with the Earth. No, the consequences of that lesson were still fresh in her mind and well-learned.

So when the snow began to melt and the icicles started to drip off the low icy boughs of her willow tree, Rose sleepily blinked awake.

It had only been a mere half of a year since she went into hibernation with the rest of the animals in her glen, and yet it seemed like a lifetime away. She wasn’t too surprised; it always felt like that at the beginning of spring. At first her body was weak and tired having been still and lifeless for 6 months, but as the sun rose, she found warmth flow through her toes and fingers.

Brushing her carefully braided, flower-entwined hair out of her eyes, Rose lithely somersaulted out of the shade and into the sun’s beams. She sighed in pleasure as heat hit her bare stomach and legs. As her body soaked up the warmth and drew power from the rays, she floated up to a stand.

Her feet barely touched the ground and the icy crystals beneath them vanished in their presence. She shook out her hands, loosening the joints and drawing in such a slow, strong breath, her whole body seemed to expand. She blew it all out in one quick breath and released the power of the East wind upon her meadow. The tendrils of the wind bent and twirled through the trees, catching icicles and snowy boughs and shaking them tremendously. Behind the wind, Rose ran as quick as a hare and as gracefully as a doe, dispelling the piles of snow and ice that fell in her path.

The sun had almost trekked its way up into the middle of the gentle blue sky when she finished. She sighed contentedly, this time only using her own breath and not the East wind. Oh, she could never get enough of the sun, the sounds of birds in the trees, the gentle babble of the brooke.

“May Ostara strike me dead if I ever forsake my love of spring.” She thought quietly. It had been so long since she had had a conversation with someone who talked back. She had quite forgotten what it was like to make any sound other than a shout of joy or to scream with the howling wind.

Speaking of nonverbal conversationalists, she spotted a tiny spot of black and blue in the distance, flying toward her hidden glen. Nightlight reached the meadow in no time at all. He had always been fast; it had been a requirement to be the bodyguard of the royal family. But those days were over even though Nightlight never stopped being light on his feet. She giggled at her little joke as she rode the wind up to the top of the ridge that encompassed most of the glen and joined Nightlight on the edge.

Up here, she could hear no birds save for the screech of a golden eagle far above. It was a quiet peace and there was never an awkward silence between Rose and her companion. She would have been content to stay here all morning, but Nightlight had other plans.

He brought a finger up to her forehead and softly brushed a knuckle against her temple. A small jolt ran through her body and images bloomed behind her closed eyelids like ink spilled on a fresh piece of paper. Hazy memories spread as vibrant as watercolors, from Nightlight’s perspective to Rose's.

Nightlight stood upright and impossibly still behind the Lunar Prince, both peering out of the viewing port on the bridge of MiM’s ship. MiM had called Nightlight to him centuries ago when The Guardians had defeated Pitch during what the humans called the Dark Ages. Nightlight had never left. He felt it best to resume his duties as the Royal Bodyguard, even if the Lunar Prince was no longer in danger or a child.

So if Pitch was gone, what could MiM possibly want him to witness?

Below them was the Arctic Circle, North’s workshop aglow with warmth and activity despite Christmas being over for the year. Something had agitated the Yeti’s and by extension, North.

Nightlight’s eyes widened in shock as he observed a black, frothy mass of what looked like sand cover North’s globe and whisk away with a sinister snicker. Not two minutes later, North sent out the signal to the other Guardians, calling them to arms.

The memory shifted sideways and drained away like a pile of melting snow slipping off a narrow branch. Another one sparked through her mind.

It had taken the Guardians merely a day to come together. They scampered to North’s workshop like persecuted Romanian folk seeking sanctuary at the doors of the Church. Nightlight and his charge watched from above silently, waiting for them to figure it out.

It seemed amazingly simple to understand from Nightlight’s point of view, but perhaps that was because he could see the whole world at a glance.

It didn’t take long for the Sandman to notice them snooping in on their conversation. Nightlight wasn’t surprised; Sanderson Mansnoozie was an old captain of a shooting star and had became extremely aware of his surroundings so as to be on the lookout for any wishes sent his way caused by him streaking through the sky.

Nightlight’s lips tightened in a small show of disapproval at the Guardians waving hands and the barest of acknowledgements that they gave to Sanderson. Perhaps this new Guardian that MiM had picked would be the driving force to return the main Guardians to the path from which they had wandered from.

When Sanderson finally caught their attention, albeit with creative methods, the Guardians straightened up. Even though they were a bit uncoordinated, they knew when to be serious. MiM quickly filled them in, confirming to North that Pitch indeed was back and at large.

When the Lunar Tsar called forth the moonbeam to choose the newest guardian, the Guardians were all agog. Nightlight’s own moonbeam struggled in its place in his staff, begging to reconnect to its kin. But the apparition emitted from the crystalized moonbeam pulled his attention away from his weapon.

Jack Frost.

She was startled from the memory. Jack Frost was the new Guardian? He was so reclusive that She had a hard time believing that sat well with him. Before She could speculate further, Nightlight took her face in his hands again, impatient. She grinned at his youthful mannerisms and relented her mind to his again. His memories flew by faster and faster; fights between the Guardians and black horses made of sand, Sanderson’s death, and Pitch finally defeated by ironically, the children.

Satisfied that she was up to date, Nightlight released Rose and sprang to his feet. If him bouncing from foot to foot was any indicator, he wanted her to follow him. She knew that there would be no rest until she did, so she rose up and took off into the air, passing him completely. He sped forward, understanding, and so their race began.

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The spirits spiraled down to the roof of North’s Workshop, Rose’s landing a bit rough and Nightlight’s as perfect as ever. She never did well riding the North wind: it was consistently abrasive and tricky to control.

Rose struggled out of the snowbank that she had fallen into with no help from Nightlight. The soft snow hadn’t hardened in the freezing air yet and was loose and powdery, allowing her to roll forward and out. The boyish spirit was silently giggling and attempting (failing) to hide it. She tossed a heated glare in her friend’s direction and marched determinedly to the staircase leading from the roof’s observatory platform to the main room.

Once inside, it was as if she had stepped into a physical wall of cinnamon and hot chocolate, with a hint of mint on the breeze. She let out a grateful breath. Winter may be the opposite of her season, but North embodied the spirit of Christmas into everything he built and it was hard to feel vulnerable here.

A real shindig was going down at the workshop and it seemed everyone was invited. She felt a touch of love for Nightlight to have come and retrieved her personally. She was pleasantly surprised to learn that she was not the only warm season spirit in the vicinity. She spotted several woodland sprites conversing with Mother Goose by the globe, emitting strange hisses, quacks, and rasps at times. Oh and up there, by the mantle, a Leprechaun was in an avid conversation with Father Time, or as Nightlight and Rose knew him, Ombric the Wizard.

Rose had had an unfortunate run in with one of Ombric’s defenses when she was younger, the Spirit of the Forest. She was tempted by wretched curiosity to learn what the source of such marvelous sparkling was and had become ensnared in a trap. If she had not acted like the cacophonous crow and had not desired to take the source of the shimmering, she would have been able to pass through Ombric’s woods without harm. Rather, she found herself turning to stone, toe by toe. It was so painful that she let out a dreadful yell, catching Nightlight’s attention. He bargained with the Spirit and she was let go on the promise never to be so selfish again.

At the memory of herstone turning to flesh, Rose shuddered; She had never forgotten her promise. But she thought to herself, as they approached a thick tangle in the crowd, that she was a tad grateful for it had made her and Nightlight friends. Her ponderings were cut short as they reached the thick of the bulk and found that it was not a tangle of people but rather, spirits surrounding a ring of Guardians. In the center was a frightened looking Jack Frost.

He had the appearance of a deer in the headlights, unsure whether to wait it out or flee. It made sense; he probably had never been around this many people at once, with every eye fixed on him expectantly. He held up well and put on a brave determined face, not letting his easy smile slip and continued to greet newcomers and the like.

By the time the two spirits squeezed through, the crowd had almost dispersed. The Guardians dealt with the last straggler and turned their attention on Rose and Nightlight. North gave a visible sigh of relief while Toothiana ‘s face split wide with a smile. Rose had the feeling that they preferred their company over others because of their twin silence.

Her friend and Sanderson immediately launched into a complicated conversation of sand symbols and hand gestures known only to them. She hugged North and Tooth in greeting.

“Ah, Rose, it is sweet relief to hear your silence!” North laughed uproariously at his little joke. “You have not met Jack before, have you?” He drew Frost closer to his side and gestured to him graciously. She bowed slightly from the waist, a small salute from one Herald of a season to another. Frost somberly bowed as well, still a bit withdrawn but polite.

“And well, I know that Sandy is glad to see you again.” Of course, Sandy and Nightlight were still engaged with each other.

“Bunny! There you are, stop lurking by eggnog and greet guests!” North yanked a disgruntled E. Aster Bunnymund away from the refreshments and shoved him forward. Rose unconsciously took a step back, out of fear that he would topple over and land on her, and a tiny bit from the shame welling up inside. She chanted in her head, “It was ages ago, doesn’t matter now, ages ago, doesn’t matter now... I bet he won’t even remember you, it’s been that long.” and bowed again to the Guardian and Master of Spring.

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All Aster wanted to do was to tap out a tunnel, race back to the den, and sleep until the week was over. He was still aching from the battle with Pitch in muscles he didn’t know he had. Nothing a good hibernation couldn’t take care of, but the Spring equinox had passed and the instinct to burrow down into the cool dark earth had gone with it. Running a paw over his ears, he knocked back another cup of eggnog.

“Crikey! I swear North adds more alcohol every time he has a party.” It wasn’t all that bad. Traces of cinnamon stuck to his front teeth and made his nose twitch, but otherwise it served to calm his impatience.

“Bunny! There you are! Stop lurking by eggnog and greet guests!” Before Aster could even turn around, North’s hands clamped down on his shoulders and hauled him away from the drink table. With a spin, North presented him to the latest guests. The eggnog had slowed Aster’s reflexes by just a hair, but it was enough to make him trip over his own feet. Catching himself just before he collapsed onto the poor spirit in front of him, Aster came nose to nose with a pair of sparkling hazel eyes.

Oh.

It was Rose. The Herald of Spring swallowed nervously and gave a stiff little bow. The awkward silence permeated the air before Aster choked out a small, “G’day.” Either she had nothing to say or she was shy as ever . North left them alone, wandering off to talk to other guests, “Bastard. Sure leave me all alone with the shelia too scared to talk to me.” He caught himself before his thoughts got too mean.

“Boy, you’re being a right ocker, ain’t ya?” He noticed Rose edging away, back towards the crowd. Screwing up some famous Púka courage, Aster blurted out, “Do ya want a cuppa? Or there’s some milo, if ya want instead.” She froze, uncertain of whether she should believe that he wanted to talk to her or not. Of course he did; it was only because of her avoiding tactics that they never talked.

To Aster’s relief, Rose nodded and joined him at the refreshments table. He hadn’t been lying when he said there was more than eggnog to drink. She poured herself some tea, cradling the mug to her heart as Aster forced himself to reach over the pot of milo and take another cup of eggnog. The eggnog might have a drip of alcohol, but the consequences of drinking it were better than what they would be if he drank the cocoa.

“Didn’t expect to see ya so soon after the start of Spring.” Aster remarked. ‘Course Spring had come late this year, thanks to that bloody groundhog. There were still parts of the world covered in a thin layer of snow. Well, some of them weren’t supposed to be.

Rose's tiny shoulders jumped up and down in a quick shrug. Aster sighed internally; she was always so quiet, but it seemed that she clammed up even more around the púka. He guessed he could understand. They hadn’t spoken to each other as friends since...

“How is he?” Aster’s ears flicked forward in interest at her question. Ah, he should have known the sheila would ask.

“He’s out of hibernation and shed his winter coat. I haven’t seen him since Easter; he likes to hide away for a bit every year, you know.”

“No... I don’t...” Aster froze, realizing what he just said. Boy, he really jammed his foot in his mouth right then. Slowly, so as not to startle her like a deer, he reached for Rose's hand.

“Listen, East...” At the mention of her nickname, she jolted and tugged her hands away. Ashamed and sad, but still determined to have a normal conversation with the spring spirit, Aster charged forward. “Maybe you should visit him–” Now she stepped away and turned her back to him.

“What I said cannot be forgiven. I know that in my heart and it hurts everyday. He deserves better.” At this, she fled.

Letting out a long sigh, Aster sat in an armchair. Those two needed to get over themselves and make up all ready. It didn’t help that Rose was being a right drongo about it. It had been 500 years already!

“That’s it, I’ve had enough of this angsty shit.” He made up his mind about how to fix this. “But first, I’ll have to find that slippery little hare.”

#ship: new life new beginnings #e. aster bunnymund #bunnymund #rotg #ridse of the guardians #s/i #f/o #self ship #self shipping #self insert fanfic #rotg fanfic #my writing #tw: cursing #tw: alcohol #tw: alchohol mention

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the-psydelicrainbow-kinhelpcafe · 4 years ago

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🌃300x300 Genderfluid + Gay Glen Ray Icons🍣

I hope these look any good to you guys, I looked up another flag for this called androsexual but I heard some people are uncomfy with the word andro so I felt more comfortable using the gay flag here since I made these based off my Glen Ray canon so yeah

Enjoy!!

-Mod Hobbes🌈 (Shift: Minky Momo💝🌈 + Glen Ray🌃🍣)

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lady-o-ren · 6 years ago

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S O R C H A

PROLOGUE

Rest of the story can be found here

As a boy, Jamie would often ask his mother, Ellen, to tell him the story of how he came to be. Of how she met his father.

And this night of chilled twilight was no different.

"Again?" Ellen sighed through a smile, tucking the heavy quilts snug around her son as he wiggled against the lumpy straw and feather stuffed bed.

"Aye, mam, please, please?" He pleaded with a pouty lip, even as the lad could recite the whole of it from memory. But it was the way his mother's eyes of soft heather blue caught with light brighter than any match struck to wick at the witching hour, that the story truly came to life.

With a lingering glance above in unspoken communion, Ellen hummed, "Alright, mo chridhe. But then it's to sleep wi' ye till this nebbit here wakes us both to a fright." She teasingly pinched the tip of Jamie's nose, who snorted like a piglet in response, then eased down beside him where he cuddled close to her, warm beneath the quilts.

Her face then glowed from moonlight that hung low, peering just over the trees, voice hushed as if she were conjuring the past to unfold before them.

"It was a day like no other…"

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The world was darkened, devoid of sun and stars.

Forests and mountains, oceans and skies, the beasts they sheltered were silenced and stilled, for all thought the earth had come to its final withering breath.

The old were left to wail in despair, falling to their knees, palms raised to the gods in desperate repentance, while the young screamed in fevered panic as children sobbed reaching for their mothers to only grasp the blackened air. But Ellen stood tall and brave, for she was able to see that the god's had not abandoned them at all. There before her, kneeled gracious amongst the bushel crowned berries, was the very sun himself, the mighty A'Bhrian, pressed to a flesh and blood man. He bursted with unimaginable radiance that pulsed with his every luminous heartbeat, ensconcing her from the chaos so that she too was as brilliant as he.

He, whose face was ancient perfection with cunning eyes of fathomless skies slanted as a sickle moon and silken hair that whisked across the bronze of his cheeks, the very shade of the all consuming blight. But the most comely feature of this fiery god was his wide sweet mouth curled in the promise of unending, rapturous delight, beckoning her to him.

"And wha' was it A'Bhrian came for?" Jamie couldn't help but ask, becoming so enraptured in the story his burnished locks roused in excitement, making his mother smooth down each rowdy wave with tender affection, a longing sheen in her eyes.

"He came for me."

The sun god had not left the starry vale of eternity in an act of malice on humanity but came down as a man out of humility born from his hearts unrelenting agony, sure to kill him along with all of creation.

He had fallen hopelessly in love with a mortal woman, a love that could never be.

And all he could hope for, to beg of his heart's desire, the savior of his soul, was if she could bestow him a kiss that he would forever cherish in his solitary existence.

"Ye brazen fool. All this madness for a kiss?" Ellen's voice hitched with disbelief at his infatuation, even while she willed herself to steady the dizzying heat billowing in her veins, blooming something undeniable beneath her breasts, as A'Bhrian's gaze blared fired tendrils of passion that would be suppressed no longer.

"This madness has been my tormentor the day I heard a howling fury above the sounds of every loch and glen, greater even than the calamity of war that befalls all men. I thought a spirit had escaped from the devil realms, expected to see the ire of such a being with their teeth to a mortals throat."

The God's mouth twitched, a gleaming spark igniting his lucent eyes.

"Instead I found ye, Ellen. Your face was emblazoned fierce as my spirit as ye clawed a suitor who dared speak to you, touch you with his lecherous hand, with nothing but the foulest, most inspired tongue I've ever heard from one so young and that hand there like a wolf's hunger to a doe."

His bold-set jaw clenched tight, hands that had laid open to knees, fisted and gone bone white.

"I wanted nothing more than to give ye my molten fire to sear the bastards flesh, my breath to beckon the northern winds to cleanse his touch from your skin, for I was taken with ye, mo ghràidh. And with hair beaming like my own heart's blood, how could I not be."

It was then Ellen placed a trembling hand to the length of her lily white nape where that wind scented of warm summer dew had soothed her with the gentlest of caresses - she wondered if that wretch her kin sought to alliance with had the skin of his hand scorched to crimpled leather.

Wondered if it was only her proudly self-ruined reputation that had kept all others away or him.

Gazing down at A'Bhrian, still kneeled as a servant to his lady in adoring worship, her breath strained to sound past her lips, failed to muster a haughtiness to her voice that had never known a shyness as she asked, "What if I were to refuse ye?"

The apple of his throat throbbed, as he held a broad palm to his alighted breast. For a moment Ellen thought she saw his fingers shake as hers. "Then I leave ye with a vow to tear your name from my soul and never again look upon your face. Never to be a bother to you."

All went quiet then.

No breath was taken.

The cocoon of flames the two were enveloped in slowly dimmed to a smoldered dusk in wait.

Until the sun god's beloved stepped forward and echoed to the hallowed air, "I wouldn'a care for that at all."

Ellen joined him at the knees, his lashes of nightshade batting shut. Without a fear of being burnt to ash, her chest heaved as she tenderly stroked a lightly calloused finger down his face to the bow of his lips, the mere act she thought would bruise his lustrous skin. Instead he sighed against her touch, a simmering heat that blushed her pallor, then pressed his feathered soft lips to them, and she did indeed burn.

Then there was nothing that existed between them as they embraced. As they kissed.

Firelight flared and soared greater than a thousand, thousand suns and Ellen beheld eternity as he knew it to be.

A beautiful, unfathomable infinity.

And there amongst the crushed strawberries, each treasuring the others sighs, memorizing each sacred touch, A'Bhrian murmured lovingly to her ravished colored curls.

"If you wish, I offer ye a piece of my very heart. A sunlit ray of our eternal joy to hold in your arms, to keep ye from harm as I vow to you I always will."

To their awe, her answer came in a glory of light, between her breasts, beating in perfect harmony with her beloved's own.

Their shared bliss wasn't to last unfortunately, as A'Bhrian was still a god, and the world still shrouded in fright. Parted they were forced to be. But a promise was branded from his mouth to Ellen's palms to return at her side, there in the glade that sprouted like a nirvana around them.

Still, it was an absence that felt of a slow painful death until Ellen's womb kindled with heat, that soon began to swell.

"Tha' was me. I was the ray." Was Jamie's nuzzled whisper, as he drifted off to the land of dreams, where his father would hold him close, high above the whole of the world, and carry his troubles away.

"Yes, mo bheannachd." Ellen pressed her doting love to her child's brow, then to each of his rose-leaf cheeks, in marvel of all that he was to her. His father too, she thought. Hoped. "That ye are."

She stroked his tousled head that warmed her chest where he was heavily draped, down to his neck and back again, with a smile so endearingly sweet gracing his sleeping face.

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It was a grand story befitting a mother so wonderful to Jamie's young eyes, that a person's life could be changed suddenly as a kiss.

But in his youth the truth of his sire was taunted as a wild tale spun by an unwed mother to her bastard son. For how could the impossible happen when they lived so poorly on a farm, barely growing enough crops to feed their hollowed and moaning bellies?

As the years passed, skies seemingly cloaked in near endless grey and where he and Ellen worked themselves in barren fields to the haggard bone, Jamie's unwavering faith in his father was broken by a bitter realization.

There would be no chariots made of fire to carry them away. Nor a man in the clouds to welcome them home.

They had been abandoned.

So the child of the sun rebuked the name of every god he knew, instead seeking solace in the lone heavenly star who he hoped would listen to his sorrowed heart.

When devastation came with another shriveled crop, Jamie collapsed, roaring in red-eyed rage, thrashing his hands deep to the dry, cracked earth, shredding his skin, searching, searching for damn near anything to feed them as his mother threw her arms around his shoulders begging him to stop.

And that's when Jamie felt it. A tingle. A prickle. A crackling sizzle of white fired thunder from his very marrow, shoot from his skin in light.

The decayed plants that had crumbled in his bloodied raw hands, coiled thick like iron chains around his wrists, racing down across the fields, rising tremendous, sprouting every seed of green that had never thrived before.

Mother and son were surrounded by a bountiful harvest fit for Kings and Queens. Never would they ache from hunger.

Ellen praised her love above, arms outstretched to He.

But Jamie knew where his prayer had been heard and granted and thanked his lucky star, She, who shined brighter than all the rest.

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A minor rewrite of the prologue for this fics one year anniversary. Hopefully I didn't muck it up too much.

*The gaelic word for "The Sun" is actually "A'Ghrian" but for the purpose of this story I fudged it a pinch and made it to fit Brian's name.

*Mo Bheannachd - My Blessing

Thank you to any and all who still read my gobbledygook!!

#outlander fanfiction #outlander fanfic #is this stupid and weird?#outlander #jamie x claire

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