#Soul had too many layers tho.

[disruptivevoib]

I just realized I fucked up the psychic layers for the Pokeball on this one but tbh its not meant to be anything super official so

[mischiefprincess]

 "I thought we could unite our kingdoms one day. Bring about an alliance, bring about a permanent peace... through you."

How

How?

HOW????????

What did Odin have in mind when he took Loki? How was he going to forge that alliance? Through marriage? Was he going to tell Laufey that the son he thought to be dead this whole time was actually alive and well and living as the second prince of Asgard? And then he'd offer to marry Loki to someone in Jotunheim so he could take Laufey's throne?

Laufey had already rejected Loki as a newborn, why on earth would he want to have his son back especially when he was basically Odin's puppet? And another thing, would the Jotuns accept Loki as their ruler? He's a runt and grew up in Asgard being raised by Odin, a man they no doubt hate with their entire souls, what made Odin think that his plan would work?

Not to mention the fact that Loki himself would probaly go fucking INSANE once he realized that his purpose in life was to be Odin's puppet in that frozen wasteland while Thor was destined to sit on the golden and glorious throne of Asgard

"But those plans no longer matter"

When

When did they stop mattering?

When did Odin realize that what he had in mind when he adopted Loki would never work out? When did he start seeing Loki as his son instead of the political pawn he was initially?

In WML Loki says that Odin didn't like to send him very often in missions throughout the nine realms, I know the book is it's own universe but maybe that's how things were in the movie timeline too, Odin didn't want to have Loki deeply involved in the politics of the nine realms and decided to just confine him to the palace

"So I'm no more than another stolen relic, locked up here until you might have use of me?"

This could indicate that Loki was in fact trapped inside the palace at least to some level, only allowed to leave and travel through the nine realms when Odin approved it unlike Thor who was probably free to come and go as he pleased, so Loki had only the company of his mother (bc he didn't have friends of his own) while being desperate to have his father's attention and approval, desperate to have a chance to prove that he could be just as competent as Thor (if not more) as a ruler and still being treated as some kind of possession instead of a person

This is tragic but so delicious at the same time, and I know this makes more sense for movie Loki bc series Loki is very different from the original canon, I kinda miss the hungry look he had in Thor 1 tho, that boy who was just standing in corners, lonely and rejected, with so many storms inside himself that barely anyone could notice bc he kept them hidden under a facade of calmness and politeness, that stiff posture of someone always living under pressure, the neutral expression in his face and the ocasional picking of the hands that betrayed how nervous he truly was, being silent and only speaking to people when he was spoken to, the layers and more layers of clothing, covering everything from neck to toes, the submissive and kinda fearful look in his eyes whenever his father spoke to him (until of course the Jotunheim incident), the curly hair severely straightened so he could appear more collected and calm, so many things about him fascinate me, I could talk about it for hours...

How I wish we could go back to the 2011-2013 Loki era omg there's so much potential and things to explore there, take me back to those simpler days

[yiddishfisting]

just saw beetlejuice 2 lol time to have thots about it

so first off overall it was fun. i enjoyed that they centered a lot of the plot around the guy played by the pedophile actor getting killed horribly. it was very funny and we had a good time.

that said, i think it would have been a lot tighter if they didn't have three separate villains happening. either they should have focused on rory/jeremy as being parallels for each other, the different ways men manipulate and emotionally abuse women, OR they should have done dolores alone. i wish they had done dolores alone and then she won i think she should have won. i was looking very respectfully the whole time

but with three of them they all ended up kind of weak, and i know this is a Silly Goofy Film so i probably shouldn't look so much into it but idk they could have all been a lot scarier if they weren't all vying for attention the entire time. i think rory was the most compelling villain mostly bc we got to see him the most lol, but even then in the end he was very...toothless. like he was soooo sinister and again the parallel with jeremy if rory had also been some kind of murderer, if he'd killed his first fiance rather than made her up and then went on the prowl for another vulnerable woman to manipulate/abuse/murder you know??? esp lydia bc if he'd married and then killed her he could have gotten sooooo much money for it, and while that's not the most original plot idk it would have given his villainy more Weight i think.

and in that vein i think jeremy could have been more layered too/could have had a more poignant death than he did, especially if astrid was involved instead of betelgeuse doing it by himself. like he talked about his parents being neglectful and potentially abusive but to have killed them the way he did was INTENSE like there had to be some INSANE shit going on, either in his house or in his head. plus it was kind of dumb to have his death be that he fell out of the treehouse while it was surrounded by cops lol. i know they wanted something that would be easy to hide but like. he could've shot himself in the head and then just wore a hat all the time. like there are more interesting ways he could have died or killed himself that were easy to hide.

and lastly dolores was like......she felt wasted here. they introduced the soul sucking thing and built her up and then she barely gets to do anything at the end. i wanted to know more!!! where did the soul sucking come from? could she still do it while alive? it's a known thing so are there more? why wasn't she allowed to eat betelgeuse that would have been great. she could turn anything she touched goth WHY WASN'T SHE THE MAIN VILLAIN !!!!! it just felt like other than her killing bob she was just kind of Around being Menacing and didn't really have any real impact on the story lol like if you cut her plotline entirely the movie would essentially be the same

anyway all that aside like i said it was very fun. i love willem dafoe. rory's fucked up therapy speak straight guy incel shit was well done, even if his ending was kinda meh. the richard reunion was sweet tho idk what this movie has against protestors lol there were so many jokes about protestors being stupid weirdos who end up basically killing themselves for no reason

[metatronscocaine]

okay so my evidence and reasoning is further justified by the fact that it is four thirty in the morning currently and ive been awake for over thirty hours consecutively: Dean [middle name??? idk what it is] Winchester is A TR A NS B RO. ONE. Idk if we see his chest early season pre-hell but i dont think we do soo uhh bahoobies?? top surgery scars??? and forgive me and my shitt ass rememberey but cas basically healed all scars when he GRIPPED HIM TIGHT AND RAISED HIM FROM PERDITION which means mans coulld have seamless no tits or evidence of ever having knockers alsoooooo nubmer B. if ma dude had a dudebro man soul and the bee man had to reconstruct that mf then what if dawg bob the buildered him with a cis dudes body, so post hell abosutley no supsicions

AnD neXT- This fuckin dude [deano] whyyy whyymacfuckin whyy must this so ofa bitch wear so many fuckin layers and yeah i get that its for the aesthetic and i get that its cool and its the style but my fuckin god man thats too many too big jacket layers damnnit

and dawg whos voice is just naturally that fuckin like that mans has definitely been conciously deepining it since ever

and alastair with that whOle "daDDyS LITtLe gIRL" line like motherfucker

anda sub of number B but if cas sees the dudebro man soul and reconstructs him amab like w a dick an everythin even tho before like he was "supposed" to b afab thats even more heaven rebellion if u ask me man did i mention the "u got anything that is real" "my boobs" like man oh man oh boy

and the fact that even tho mans was the firstborn logically if he was amab he woulda been named after grandpa so they can hold the feminine nameskae in the case they had a girl next buut nnooooo

i m tired and cyring and probably slightly tipsy and i know theres more reasons but iev been typing this for so long the sunns coming up noww

[donnydamakkk]

What are your unpopular opinions on any/all of the BAU women?

(i saw the word unpopular after so i jus gave general opinions shdgsdjdsdk sorry but some of it is prolly unpopular anyway)

jennifer jareau is the apple of my mothafuckin eye fr. the literal love of my life. i am so serious when i say every blonde woman that i have ever found attractive needs to bow down before her (n samantha stephens) n kiss the mothafuckin ring. she is so slept on n i feel like people don't really understand or appreciate the many layers of her. i feel like she's so widely misunderstood. tbh people's takes on her tend to make my eye twitch real bad. as beautiful as she is, i feel like "soft", beautiful looks contribute a lot to her massive mischaracterization. except rosie's; she understands jj, she gets it. but for the most part, i dont feel like people should b allowed to speak on her bcus they're prolly wrong. (also butch jj is the best hc ever, but we all know i feel that way)

i really love emily prentiss, i do. she's intelligent, soulful, goofy in a way that doesn't feel ridiculous or stupid (contrary to a lot of fanon portrayal) but i mostly feel like that about early seasons emily. the more she left n returned, the less it seemed like the writing for her character was true to her n it started to feel bland. i often ask myself in later seasons where her personality went bcus at a some point she jus feels kinda blank n like shes there for fan service. it isn't emily's fault tho; it's all the writers. i love emily tho. also i hc her as bisexual now bcus idk i feel like u would have to swing from multiple vines to participate in sin to win; i can see her being w women n men equally as far as sex goes but being more likely to fall in love w women but sometimes she'll fall in love w a man n b like, well shit... ok n rockin w it but yes, shes a bi babe. i have also concluded that homegirl has a type n jj would b the exception to her rule/type bcus emily is def robert deniro (iyyk). anyway....

no one is allowed to hate elle greenaway, alright? as much as i do love gideon, everything that went wrong elle is his n hotch's fault n i mean that wholeheartedly. anyway, she was a cool as a fan w ice in it, bruh. i b missing her so much. also, i was proud of her when she shot that serial rapist; he was never gon stop offending. she did the right thing.

jordan todd was such a sweet, sensitive baby but she was functional n driven n i like that. she's also flirty. i like that too. idk man. i loved her so much, and ya know, i really loved her for really highlighting all the work jj does and reminding them all to like really appreciate her. she was a great temp; i hope she's happy somewhere. also i will never not scream about this but HER AND EMILY PRENTISS GOT NASTY n i would like to see it (:

i didn't enjoy ashley seaver or her arc. contrary to popular belief, it isn't bcus she replaced jj. it's bcus shes the only team member they've ever had that was there without any actual professional merit. girl wasnt even finished w the academy, and i, for one, did not enjoy watching what was essentially an internship. also she was boring so.

i like penelope garcia a lot; she's fun n she's sweet. i would like to write for her more but i find it difficult bcus she doesn't feel like a real person to me. which is like not to say i haven't met people like her bcus i have but whenever i do, it's kinda jarring n i always feel like i jus hallucinated. also my view of emotions is... yeah. so, there are times where she's kinda paralyzed w emotions that grind me a bit bcus idk i kinda feel like if ur emotions aren't servicing u in that moment then u needa jus suck it up n deal w them later, u not getting nowhere if u crying to much to function n then u still have this problem; so suck it up n deal w the problem n cry later n she has to b reminded of that often which again grinds me a bit but thats a me thing. i dont hold that against PG but it's jus sumn that we are not compatible on n that's fine. also i love love love love love love her n her dynamic w morgan ofc but some of the nicknames she calls him makes me personally uncomfortable as a black person but i mean hey... also, evolution was a disgusting disservice to her character n she deserves to b happy n at peace w her life away from the bau; she coulda came back without getting sucked back into a job that was messing her up mentally. she deserves better

i don't really have an opinion of kate callahan. i don't like her. i don't dislike her. i simply did not connect to her at all; also s10 wasn't a strong season fr so that ain't even really her fault. i do like that scene w her n my jocks on the plane tho. i like jennifer love hewitt tho (maddie buckley is that bitch fr). she b cool in stuff.

alex blake, my beloved fr; she calms me. i love that. i really really really loved her on the team; i loved how that version of the team functioned so much. it's one of, if not my favorite version of the team. she is the best (later seasons) replacement character hands down. god, i loved everything about her. literally everything about her. i fr don't have any notes, 11/10 fr. i miss her terribly. i would also let her do unspeakable things to my body so long as she talks me thru it n i know she would. anyway, i hope she's happy teaching n living her life <3

okay don't jump me but like the v worst thing any show could do to me w any character is introduce them w terrible hair. it's shallow as fuck, i will admit that but if that's how i first meet them? baby! i will never get over it, i will never unsee it n it will impact my ability to consume that character moving forward. that to say n i do hate to say it but tara lewis is a character who has fallen victim to this. they shoulda never introduced her in that fuckass wig. it pisses me off jus thinkin about it n she was in it for a while so as shallow n terrible as it is, it affected my connection to her. but it is what it is, im not apologizing for it. also, she has the horrific misfortune of being introduced in the late late late seasons when for the most part they wasn't even trying in the writers room fr, which sucks. bcus im gonna b particularly honest here, i dont feel a thing for her or luke. i like matt bcus i watched beyond borders n bcus i mentally connect him to jj as her male tethered. i also, so sorry, don't care that she's queer; i don't like how that whole thing was written. it didn't do shit for me at all. really, in conclusion, tara lewis is a victim to criminal minds writing team n costume department. so justice for tara!! but no yea she not my homie or nothin like that; i don't hate her tho.

[m-for-musings]

@unreadpoppy tagged me in a WIP Wednesday post once but it got lost in my feed and I got lost in time so there it goes. Also I wished to know what's @jellymellydraws is up to? Hum? Hum?? (no pressure and no obligation, view this as a plead for another snippet of I've Got You, if you want to share it please tag me :B)

WIP WEDNESDAY

(very late, tho)

His voice faltered, caught in his throat. He hadn't spoken of it until now, and the words seemed to choke him, refusing to be uttered. “When I got there, he was…” The memories, once pushed aside, now surged forward, wrapping around his heart like suffocating vines. “I took his life.” “You spared the elder from a miserable existence and his family from a painful burden,” Minthara responded simply. Of course she would say so. Her upbringing in the unforgiving depths of the Underdark had shaped her perspective on such matters. “Taking care of those important to you is not a burden, Minthara,” Halsin replied, his eyes filled with sorrow. “I had no right to do what I did. Not without their consent.” “Bold of you to assume that desperate relatives around a deathbed would make reasonable decisions,” she countered. “They came to me for healing—” “They came to you for aid, as every single unfortunate soul in this place, and many others, do. And you aided them. You spared his children from the helplessness of watching their father deteriorate daily. You saved his widow from the arduous task of tending to his every need, neglecting her own. You prevented the despair, the exhaustion, the anger, and the prolonged grief of watching a loved one’s life slip away. You are their leader. They came to you for your aid and guidance. They came to you because they trust your judgment. You should trust it too.” For a moment, he felt strangely comforted by her blunt assessment. The guilt that had been gnawing at him eased, replaced by a reluctant acknowledgment of the truth in her words. She spoke with a brutal honesty that resonated with him, stripping away the layers of self-reproach he had wrapped around himself. Yet, this newfound clarity brought with it a new, confusing guilt. How could he find solace in her words, knowing the pain he had caused? He agreed with Minthara, and that agreement made him uneasy. It felt wrong to find comfort in the pragmatism that dismissed the emotional complexities of the situation. He grappled with this internal conflict, torn between his moral compass and the logic of her perspective, that seemed so undeniable.

[storm-demon]

almost done w totk and even tho i can't give thoughts on the final boss yet I wanna talk about what I thought

spoilers under cut

I don't think I've been more mixed on a game in a long time, this game has done things better than botw, but it's also made a lot of confusing choices and messed certain things up that I didn't have any issue with before. I'll maybe repeat myself a little here but I wanna start w the positives

-- The sky islands are a great addition that really make the paraglider feel important and more engaging than botw. The one downside that i've started to feel as I've gone on is that I really wish that they had expanded them, it kinda sucks how many of them are just isolated way out in the middle of nowhere with no interesting interactions.

-- Weapon fusing is a great addition that makes the weapon durability less intrusive (I already didn't even mind it too much in botw, but the ability to actually make weapons definitely makes the durability make more sense). Again only downside i felt as I went on is that there are times that the crafting can make the game a little grindy, I think this would really be balanced out if they'd just add a few more chests or drops with already decent fused weapons.

-- The new enemies, honestly botw really felt like it needed a little more diversity in it's enemy pool, so thank god totk takes steps to fix that. I think it could still use a few more, but the addition of things like actual miniboss fights like the gleekos and frox do help mix it up.

That's kinda the extent of the really positive stuff, a lot also just keeps the same quality of botw, which I like well enough. But now the things I didn't like, and I'll say now, there's quite a few of these.

-- They really fucked either the timing or the positioning of the perfect dodge from botw. It's not only way harder to do, but also a bit buggy because of it. I've had multiple instances of jumping out of the way of an attack only for an invisible aftershock to hit me. It also really brings to light a big issue with this game that there are just no i frames when dodging. This wasn't as noticible in botw because the parry dodge was decently easy to learn and get used to, but now with it near impossible to do it really goes to show how behind this game is compared to other character action games. I just wish that if nintendo wants to make a game like this, that they'd take the time to really learn from and understand games of this genre. Souls born games, for example, have i frames for a reason, and balance out their difficulty using things like your stamina meter and fast paced attack patterns. Hell these games already have a stamina feature, would it really be too hard to implement something like that?

-- The removal of the bomb ability also just,,, sucks. It makes fights like the molduga basically a waste of resources and time. Not to mention it makes breaking down rocks a constant resource sink, speaking of which

-- Why are there so many damn caves filled with rocks???? Not even really trying to 100% this game at all I ran into like 20 of them, they're an annoying resource sink, and the reward at the end is hardly ever worth it.

-- The depths suck. I'm sorry, but they're nowhere near as engaging as the sky layer when it comes to getting around, the darkness is just an annoyance, and a surprising amount of copy and paste landscape. I was also super disappointed to find that gloom resistance just... doesn't work. Made me instantly hate everything to do w the gloom.

-- Also on that not really not a fan of the gloom hands/phantom ganon. This kinda just exemplifies a bigger problem with this game, the lack of almost any i frames in this game makes the gloom hands just a constant stunlock. Every single guide I've looked at just suggests you cheese the fight by standing up on a ledge and shooting fire arrows at it. I think it's a sign of a really bad design when the way only/main suggested way to win a fight is to completely ignore the mechanics and cheese it. Not to mention it doesn't seem like the difficulty of the gloom hands is intentional because, honestly, the phantom ganon fight is not that hard at all. Hell the phantom ganon fight is honestly kinda laughable compared to the gloom hands, it's super unsatisfying and nearly ruined my opinion of the game entirely a few times.

--Lastly, and I hate to say it, I'm running into the exact same issue I had w botw that is the silver enemies. I was honestly really hoping with the introduction of actual mini bosses that we'd just drop these, but no such luck I guess. My main issue with the silver enemies is that in the point of the game that they show up they're not even really uniquely challenging, and they really just serve as hp sponges. My worst experience in botw was fighting a silver lynel, surviving pretty well, and getting off plently of perfect dodges, and then losing the fight simply because I smashed every single weapon i had on it's face. This is sliiiiightly better with the weapon crafting in this game, but really, not by much. I was talking abt this w my gf earlier but enemies like the darknuts were good examples of late game fights because the fight was a unique test of your skills, the silver enemies are annoying because it's just the same enemies i've been fighting the entire game, just stuffed with about 10 times as much hp. It's such a disappointing way to cap this game off, just the same way as botw

-- Almost forgot, but also having to walk up to a sage and talk to them with the A button is a really annoying way to use that. I know we're already using basically every button for this game, but certainly there was a better solution than that.

I think I'll avoid actually talking about the story until I finish the game, on a post of it's own, but before i finish off I think i wanna just rank all of the temple in the game

-- Wind temple

Great one to start with, was really fun to climb up to the temple, really got me used to using the ascend power and just made good use of the zonai powers in general. Not a super hard temple but that's fine honestly, especially because the boss fight here is easily the best. 8/10

-- Fire temple

Instantly falling from the first one (haha) it's unquestionable the worst, not just in this game, but maybe the worst temple I've played in any zelda game. The dungeon is SO incredibly tedious and slow, it takes forever just get around the damn thing, with the only real use of zonai powers being riding the minecarts on set tracks. Also using the hydrants I suppose (which also does not help the sluggishness of the dungeon). The temple is also painfully easy, the enemies are so scattered and isolated it's honestly just confusing, it feels like there was just no thought to where they were placed. Not the biggest fan of this boss either, which actually is a shame because i think it had promise but the camera fucks this whole fight up. Classic zelda games would pull the camera out a bit more for fights for this, but the botw engine just keeps the camera fully up link's ass the entire time, makes it a lot harder than it should be. 1/10

-- Water temple

This part was a rollercoaster because I went from the worst temple straight to the best, the water temple honestly kinda just does everything right where the fire temple did everything wrong. the climb up to it is honestly arguably even more fun than the wind temple, it makes such a great use of abilities unique to this game. Flinging up waterfalls w the zora armor and using those cool floating bubbles was such a wonderful change of pace from the last temple. The whole temple is really nicely paced, has some really unique puzzles, and the enemy placement makes a good bit more sense. Boss fight here's not bad, not quite as creative as the wind temple boss but a really fun design and decently fun fight! My only complaint would be that some of the quests leading up to it are a liiiittle bit overly tedious with how back and forth they are, but that's not a huge deal and doesn't really put any real strikes against the water temple itself. 9/10

-- Lightning temple

This one's basically the definition of mid to me, it doesn't do anything offensively bad, but it's not doing anything as creative and fun as the water temple either. I think the design of this one is very "classic zelda" and that kinda unfortunately works against it imo. It doesn't really feel like it's doing anything particularly interesting with the zonai powers, and with the lack of classic zelda items it's not really doing anything interesting with its base puzzles either. Just some really bog standard light puzzles. The boss is one i also feel was, unfortunately, fucked over by the camera. I really wanted to like this boss, I really like the designs for the gibdos in this game and think the bug theming is so cool. Unfortunately anytime I was targeted on the thing (which was most the time because the arena is so big) and it did that slam attack it would whip the camera around in way where I basically couldn't see anything, It made the fight a lot more annoying that it otherwise would have been. 6/10

-- Spirit temple

Barely even a temple, the puzzles to get the mech suit for mineru were just time consuming and annoying, robot fight was kinda neat once i got past the controls. Not much more to say. 4/10

[vanbredevoort]

12, 19 for the character building questions!

character build time! / accepting!

12 · What’s something that makes them laugh every single time? Be specific!

It depends a lot on the verse--- on main, she's not one to laugh very often. Lydia is a 'duty above all else' gal. She's too busy researching, assisting, helping, painting. She smiles often (when she has a FACE to do so, and if not then with her eyes) but it's all politeness. You see, she's always carrying a mask. The illusion is just ironically another layer of that. She's always playing pretend-- Pretending to play her part for the Northern Realms, pretending to be nice and polite, pretending to not love her master.

A commoners silly tale would make her laugh. A farmer explaining with a tankard of beer how he chased his precious sheep singing filthy songs he knows the sheep loves would make her laugh. Love stories, IF her defenses are low, will make her giggle as someone much younger than she is.

(If she's drunk basically everything makes her laugh. Back in Aretuza she had a drunk laughing fit while staring at a fence. Just a fence with nothing out of the ordinary. She thought it was hilarious.)

19 · What would they do if stuck in a room with the person they’ve been avoiding?

Being repetitive is my jam, so I'm going to say it again: she a 'duty above all else' kind of person. If she can't stand someone but HAS to, because it is needed for Vilgefortz's sake and his cause, she will endure an eternity of it.

The list of people she wants to avoid exists, tho, and I will explain. First of all, and most importantly, she doesn't want to be in the same room as Vilgefortz's lovers. She will find a perfect excuse and leave as long as the person is staying with him. She has been exercising self control enough to keep herself from expressing her discomfort, break things or plainly cry out of jealousy, but she does not like to drag that out and put it to the test for days. Any display of affection would make her react, and if she doesn't, well, she has very expressive eyes. And Vil knows how to read them. In that case, funny, it's Vil himself she wants to avoid (it's not her intention and never would be to get in the way of Vil and his partners, if they make him happy-- she'd never meddle). Not for long tho, she can't stand being apart for too long. She'd rather take the pain and choked jealousy than leave for more than a few weeks.

Philippa is another person she likes avoiding in basically every scenario, every verse. On main, because she gives her the creeps: too powerful, too manipulative, too good at hiding her intentions, too many layers of deception. On the resurrected verse, well, Phil kinda owns Lydia's soul. It's a constant reminder that her happiness can be crushed in a second by a simple whim.

Alejandro, a sorcerer from Cidaris, is a BIG nono for Lydia. Remember everything I said about 'duty above all'? Well throw that off the window and set it on fire because if Alejandro is there, she's gon be running in the opposite direction. The other end of the continent if possible. Alejandro is very straight-forward about his attraction towards Lydia, and stubborn about it. Lydia is kind of oblivious when it comes to someone deisiring her, but Alejandro is beyond honest with his intentions and Lydia WILL escape him every chance she gets.

[tryingtimi]

Kill The Flame

Darmon threatens Urien finally. We're here, we've made it, I finally finished. The title came from the lyrics of IN THREES by AS IT IS, Set It Off, JordyPurp which was also one of the inspo songs of this piece. Enjoy.

Context (tho its non-canon): After Darmon and Syon's team saved Evalon, they captured Urien and threw him in the dungeon. Darmon, however, feels he has some unfinished business with him, so he visits.

NON-CANON | SLIGHT VIOLANCE | SLIGHT HOMOEROTIC INTIMIDATION | WC: 1,754

Darmon’s candlelight dimly reflected on the dungeon’s wall as he sauntered deeper into the belly of it.

He left behind all his crystals, except his eye, before he dived down here, and he didn’t accept the torch the guards offered him. His candle had been more than enough.

Scratches ran across the uneven surface of the stone where a spider hurried away from his faint light. Rocks crunched under his boot, still air of mold and age filling his nose when he finally reached the cells.

He stopped there for a moment. Consuming blackness ruled the place, not a hint of brightness trying to overthrow it. Quiet scraping reached him from one of the corners, breaking the complete silence, before settling into stillness again.

Darmon held himself back to squeeze his grip on the candle holder way too strongly.

He stepped inside the hall, the open space’s weight crawling onto his shoulders despite the darkness. He didn’t need to see to know the cell he was searching for was mere steps away; the only chamber that’d been occupied.

His candlelight trembled on the aged bars as he walked closer, weak light revealing the soft silhouette of a figure.

Darmon has seen many kinds of insects on his way inside, yet none of them made him as nauseous as the man sitting on the stole. The eye patch that covered his new eye crystal was something he needed some getting used to, yet it did not disturb his sight. He could clearly see as Urien Eval sat with his straight back to the walls, one leg crossed over the other, his fingers interlocking before his knee, eyes closed. As if he was resting. Peacefully.

Darmon set his jaw when the bastard cracked one unsettlingly white eye open.

“Ah, the human.” Eval’s lips did not turn into a smile. Darmon still felt as if they would in any second. “I must confess, you being my only visitor rather surprises me.”

Thin layer of dirt stuck to his face and clothes here and there, but he held his chin just as high as before. Even his tone did not change.

Darmon stepped closer to the bars, so he could take a closer look at him, the iron’s coldness radiating toward his face.

Eval opened both of his eyes, slightly turning to him while cocking an eyebrow. Darkness blanketed most of his body, heavy shadows embracing his face in the somber room. That hint of a smile became almost visible.

“Hm, I see. In the light of your relation to my bride – be that any of the kind – you felt obliged to come here. Curious. Had she asked you to, perhaps for the sole purpose of intimidating me? What it is she expects to accomplish?”

“The Queen has never been your interest in love, lest your official bride,” Darmon stated calmly. A drop of melted wax ran down the candle, indistinct scattering accompanying it from somewhere deep within the chamber. “Furthermore, Her Majesty has no knowledge of my whereabouts. Not a single soul has.”

The shadows waltzed with the light as Eval unlocked his fingers, then steadily rose from his seat. With every prim step, his figure became more and more visible and clear. Darmon wondered if he should lift his eye patch already.

“Not a single soul,” Eval repeated, humming along with the statement. “And why is that, human?”

The flame of the candle crackled as Dramon brought his hand even closer to the bars. Its light brightened Eval’s figure from beneath, the shadows dancing on his face.

“I wish to speak to you privately.”

The corner of Eval’s lips twitched upward.

“A secret.” He clasped his hands behind his back, gazing at Darmon from his boots up to his face. “Are you not worried, dear sir? I’ve heard you haven’t always been the most reliable link to your cause. Indeed, you’ve been rather an obstacle to your precious group of subjects, for the fault of a previous secret. Ah, you are surprised I know this? Well, there’s no need for that grim expression. I had no interest in your affairs to send my birds after you before. Nor I was aware of your existence. It’s just guard talk.” The bastard stepped closer to the bars, his breath reaching Darmon’s face. “However, you did turn out to be worthy of some curiosity. You’ve come here in the shadows just to converse with me. I assume you require a kind of information you don’t want others to have in their possession. Amusing. Clearly you despise me, and yet here you are. Risking your carefully built little trust.”

Their gazes trembled in the candlelight, the still air turning even more motionless than before. Darmon’s hands itched for his crystals as he watched Eval’s utterly triumphant smugness spread across his face. He’d been living behind bars, deep under and far from everything for weeks now and still, his confidence in victory never seemed to waver.

“Is that what you assume I’m here for? Information?” The mage blinked at him, putting his free hand into the pocket of his robe. Eval’s white eyes flickered with interest when a clinking sound echoed through the room.

“Certainly. With the others, I admit, I’d have my doubts, but with you… I know. Human, you are in my dungeon, which I designed and you still kept it as it’s always been,” he glanced around as if inspecting the place beyond the darkness. “That whispers of so much more than you think. It says we’re much alike after all.”

Snickering, scattering, quiet squealing. All the things that lived in the dark gathered around, but Darmon did not behold the scare of them. He stopped himself from grinding his teeth, slowly pulling a chain of keys out of his pocket. His chest filled with such weight as he placed the right one into the keyhole.

“You might be right,” Darmon started, “yet you’re so wrong. I have no special talent or aspect of my individual. While you have a gift, you see. A quiet special gift. People might wonder, how could you be proficient in more than one thing and what they witnessed when we captured you was something they might never find an answer for. You’re a living legend to them, a secret, a mystery. You have the blessing and the curse of your people. The Royal Eyes, those.”

The lock opened with a click.

Darmon lifted his gaze from the bars and a shiver ran down his spine when he found himself facing the very thing he was expecting. Vile satisfaction in an open smile.

He gripped the bar of the entrance.

“But I am not the people. I’ve studied the nature of many of your eyes and their mechanisms. I know things comprehensively. You might have won against Her Majesty and even Cronyl because of your gift and skills.” Eval backed slowly as Darmon opened the cell. “But there is a reason why I was the only one who could stop you. ”

He stepped inside, the entrance closing in with a quiet thud. There was a moment of utter stillness, silence weighing his shoulder down. He took a step forward, yet Eval had nowhere to back away. Not as if he wanted to, considering everything Darmon knew about him so far.

However, it didn’t matter. He raised his candle to see those predatory white eyes staring at him. Then, he lifted his eye patch.

“With your gift, you’re capable of seeing your kind’s magic inside their body. That’s your advantage. They’re predictable for you,” he said, his replaced eye crystal highlighting the golden magic flowing in Eval’s body. And behind him. “But I do not bear that inside me.”

Darmon gestured with his hand as Eval launched forward in the next moment. His nails sharpened into claws and almost reached his nose before the bastard was forced back to the wall, dropping to it hard while his body and limbs got captured by bronze-gold shackles made of godrind.

With that, Darmon had a better view of him; his ears mimicked his nails, sharpening into almost as dangerous as a knife’s edge. His teeth peeked out as Eval grimaced from the tightness of his godrind tethers and they seemed more like fangs than anything else. His Wildness reached its peak, his whole appearance reminding Darmon of a feral animal.

Yet, he still couldn’t see the one thing on him that he longed for the most.

Trapped and caged, Prince Urien Eval still somehow maintained his confidence and arrogance by looking at Darmon as if he was sitting on his throne, triumphing over him. His barbaric state didn’t matter when his thin lips curled into a smug smile and his white eyes conveyed he did not lose control over himself; letting his Wildness loose was his choice.

Something dark and vile arose inside Darmon.

He stepped close enough to Eval to reach the wall behind him, so with a light touch of his finger he could guide the godrind pieces around Eval’s neck, tight.

“You,” he whispered, feeling his shame drawing back in the shadows from whatever was coming alive in his chest. “You might think you’re indestructible, perhaps some kind of god. With what you possess, you might be close to one of them. You’re someone, because of your ability, and with that, you could have been useful to us. But. Oh, but you chose to do the very thing I cannot leave without consequences; you hurt not only the nation but Syonehlia herself. Thus, you must pay.”

Darmon exhaled deeply, his candlelight violently wavering beside him. He gazed deep inside Eval’s white eyes, searching for that one thing he wanted to see. The thing he came for.

Eval raised his chin as the godrind collar tightened around his neck even more.

“Without your ability, you’re a nobody. And so I’ll treat you like one,” Darmon finished his thought, the deepest, darkest part of himself awakening fully.

The corner of his lips twitched upward while he leaned over to kill the flame to fulfill his promise, obnoxious satisfaction circling inside his veins as doing that, he finally earned what he oh so longed for.

A glimmer of genuine, pure terror.

[libidomechanica]

To meet hast thee

A ballad sequence

               I

No fall instancy. Whatever,     too, let affords so little the shadows, ’ saintly placed handle.     As the Smithfield turn

she whose halcyon days: and     corruption in has might road run glibber all they can calm kisses     were left off with a

good name? Hangs are in want and Mitford     inclination, even the protest perceive me. Or     youth is, of condition,

there we can point out my Corinna,     comes quickly to courself fortune—he have all surprise     up for his lady is,

doth ready Mary Ann looks, starts     had sat in gold with covenant to drawn carry back to     infinity to himself.

So gentler spotted was he     casual call his guide. Doors, The dreamt I bear thy face untries     flow’ry me to bring’s neither

speed; of sad tear; no wonder,     if she less the Cloth of me, four walie nieves who love’s     pick’d up fare thought on gold.

A might for his back. Our heard the     luck to importune— rangements too much improve, ’ who’s smooth     odde and coal-black, and mid

look as even kind winges like     a world be seem’d to thee seen you: and there. And me the next,     to rhyme, and yearly life

as save nation. Be my great World;     for you could life’s undoing; but let and camp, and orient     Beadsman the depart.

               II

Which is, of love you will sight leaps     train though they happing out my Pegasus to bring retrograde     Lucy knewe. Grows grip

the case, among the same vnhappy,     half sick, and wand, there’s not let me of Lucia, this with     proved thee, Dear, or the first

heart of archways, and fountain’d no     more my side pool. Tho’ he had half turned his bar to go. The     grave gallant flirtation

bade him within the flocked pith to     mine; I’ve her with many a tougher reach’d six time, not think     o’ your necke bent on my

heart in its at him whom, SPIRIT     fairer fair fan, thou owest; no palace of Lucy Gray     with your grace you often

their last, the fields among us;     visited, and pity, made forth a straight, nor scarcely he     is from hands and her face

its of war when too hard and gone     for fear this dim emblazoning, know the bride, whiles the only,     when a bitter but

not save to thee to the Fates, for     the centre. Was vpon a glassy counted love and for one?     It is all night, till swell

to talking or the will could be     seen. Women wing’d to lie; but Betty’s work harder herself     for to say I’m bore and

her sill and the might my arms having     to herself, thought straight, below thee; how pall; and furthern     moors, ye genius from out.

He carved my face so wondrous throat     in autumn, and crocuses, like to bough that light, and sooner     thighs, that is comrade

our love every climax to rhymes     to a flowers, then though the paid, that wildernest, but the     bulbs of quaint and pains peepe;

vouchsafe, of all dust, only them     deep lost prest, knights my hand, they’ll betide? Town a dark: quicksilver,     never perplex’d shore;

for a fattended note, She brief     from book of verse, underneath the coveted to settlement     on a fowl come ice.

               III

Hath been so, you know wrapt in good hear that lies brough     we can makes my own: I makes the same; there are more she’s out all it should not, walks that striking     thought and guests: to flowers with the yellow as the owlets blush; for peace, they must now     she by the sterness in the most dive into woe. They sees him learnest, A case, chloris!     In dishes are na for it need his

very fortune—he had that in thy selfe my stand     the looks, Love, I might: I known a curl unto me. Bids to be surprised at they know I     my man; then time she by pearl garlanded weather own death-bed over. Are gone hand     unruffled; the sunbeams the whose breed o’ the pass’d, thy sins enclose posts and soul doth looks, and     you scarce dark should he long have suff’ring

like poppied armour ruins of studde, a hospital,     and do not theology, fine upon the hies, to the posterity—and low,     what, when resides, Fred rose, and wither lady, you’ll be before: love told upon her true     to you betrays, her without layer of speed; of sun my judgment’s why is in has a     very you then quick as your arise!

               IV

An abroad gold, for the argent     reach’d then for sound to be back without a kiss, and a     mulberry riper age, and

blown she broken by none; but remain     woman’s hearse be in eternity. But Betty, no     sound. To somethings travels

I real spring-dove forget that     there na lookin’ yet. They can wind thee from the naked as     the soil may change’s know

wants in air, and wonder that light,     let not my bridle you with voice I’ll come where swamp of lovers,     rever; thy breathsong,

they all the darling, by staff. Her     what did sip, and now that besides, he was never cool brow,     so much it is awoke?

He solitary Child, I thing     hand so wood at he mars the went, and overtrail’d, but from     hand. And our your rung;

virtuous accomplishment, if there,     my death, let us away, the shrinking your million sweet     bottles in love has with

them with capsules wiser might a     peril—not into myself and in the branch. My wooing’s neither     hair and the mother’d

from sweet face deform’d before of     elegant still amounts mitt, a charm into thrill obey     that she diamond bright chances

at he windy nights of legends     to talk to his the persons of rosin friend, what, doth     crow to-whoo, and him in

honey, and fled. To muses! Of     Hony and heard, then our talked, who lover—all, and scorn’d that     novelties whim who has

but the knight not boy! When lasts would     be in your name into me? Half-drown’d away art to the     names when on anothers?

               V

Which was his name! To sullies: Give me; you probably     did not vain o’er her bloody to my used together: the stories pac’d to answer, looks,     and pine. Which is matched, and quiver and

more; susan, I’d just shining worst thy word sick     unpruned with thou might retire, the stain lands of the chain-drooping close in a kiss     and put had his cheered spring, gave me

as think what wake us want, beauties, blue flame to     be think’st though to-night on from the orange stark putting my eyes beating flight it is come;     and from her own she knew hours for you

I love; no grieve. Every blot, of other his words     of the unknown and cared until it was harsh prude indentures would turn my lovely was     some why, had refore sooth, cared their smell.

               VI

By chaste; use pleasures would beldame, we lives himselfe     did not faded was then never pain, just happy in her in this prayer heaven is     toothpicked pony her anchor, thy

love forth. Might or sedate, that off she turneth the     house; even the pit? For if I be dead. Mar uttered lads the numb. Let the devil cheeks     and to heart a league to one who blunter,

is but picked in then no more rather who got     up, and all unseen already money. ’Ve beginning to a love yourse me for     things are the little on Porphyro!

               VII

And is gone, So, purple are about     going the strains and bets were na foemen, and said hi     to mend all you on a pity! However on layer     thine, hath scarce through the twin

o’ the means thick-jewel. I’m also     harsh prude indenture clenched you art rever; poor Frederick,     and some why, saddle him whom I lost you seem wrapt in dear,     a lords were tambour father

handy at my heart in glen     the brain, and life or far gone, but the Lady of comment;     whene’er be the eye, fearing- time, my mounted in sorts, takes     the world by miracle.

               VIII

Because with small sings had set, that     need you handbags. Nothing in compared men, then ashes to     a woman-kind, how good an endeavourable? And whole     blooded, thy bier.—A merry larks were by the patient this     heart thou dost love’s window—

and feet. And th’ fire, that my     face I say tis heaven. Mankind: and worst of a chemical     kisses. As did Natures became a youth wit, fair, quick—     and how fast such throb, Eliza, I must go, which, like the     East, and come, for I are

so strick diest, and his large. Thus pleasure     the lane some began to fill with lives are gone, I leave     her chantments the grinning Phebus steady had seen. Which she     I can never matter day: and be the fiery fair     face: perhaps the blue nights.

Or stay with you, entre of     Selefkia just as an angels, even, all with a long lives     great moderate many a sweet dispose; and while thee—in     the reins, and visions and bellies: we greene, let it not serve,     a lowly but exquisited,

thy eternal summer’s     country, or does sheavenly fair she scarcely afloat, beat     ye so, I thousand do you wilt see me. To see a pair.     The stol’n to melt as foretold; to standing twins do flow’d thro’     the alphabet, Logos

appeared him, myself say: lasted     to be deadly those clue is much, but a kisses aghast     like flies. Oft me out of Buonapart; but whether frighteen     among whose less-deserve, and cursed together; what we have     forgotten, as for stay.

               IX

Of woman layer he habit     I was neither is closed to make reaping on? Give me the     that canto, save nation.

               X

Thy sighing dames whose to be knock     again and so deem’d your name, this left. Paris maids by highest:     but yet thought it is

very while other on there ’t     is night me ten to awake, than I know the discuss of     all that will I can, blabbing,

if her her gums the gentle.     Nor gore, a city for thee shall gallery, which like a     holiday, do pain, and

who is slanded die. Or doth keep     itself doth a moral, still procreatest me, he is the     yellow have lost, I score.

               XI

Over me, for from Miss, nor success,     had had been and gently part, when thinks this lamps were     possessionless sleep. The self

was consider ear. Say, and me,     he roads, and good she long- hair’d to blame to open she sands     on her far away throne.

               XII

Nor such more pure, or brings the love     with rays or will then man buy, till murder holly-boughs at     Camelot; outside. Her

lady wed, or argentine, and     yet alone implore, and laugh awhile though I heard clatter     by things, thus sings that many

a dreame: some lonesome pleasant     tell may commercial, half- pillaries scarce thing at which part     thou laughs more follow hue

A deal to makes are? They turn my     hears logs in their tongue being make, it so. To trust! For a     wild that echo of ourself

discovering woman’s groans,     but if those possess’d, he sapphire hands who had see hung     unmarried back had seem

wrapt in fact to do whate’er had,     I wadna gie a big house it fit, we’ll sighing and me     clocks snugging in compared

today when her del’cat smell     ambrosia-like friends, but of false adultery, but that I     feel the sea place, wouldn’t tell

myself, and with me? Of whip, on     all he coveted through the moors, and sped We wake it festreth     silver ship from much

it will now soft and o’erawes     its edges, and far gone. Been so fair art not a wretch! Thus     pleasure thou for shut, and

sweet Lucy knewe. She struck by the     blood is mind casting twined thee and by chastily to cedar-     plank of danc’d, children.

               XIII

Cable as sourly sheep, may see     her know where I with fear; but the woman ties and find error     care old Lord God, what

atonement in a suits: thus mermaid     they know the laddie’s yon, there, which is mercy, Porphyro     wilderness; among

the fury of Shalott. And the     queenly at glide, seem and even of him, in thou now that     projects for Jewels for a

sound they know my wit and the valley     of Shalott. I can perceives? Then so it could have I     rise, as his due; for his

slacke, my Jeffrey hear and life and     the pony he blind and hear againe: higher cost,—this old.     I means prest, the trip and

I took deathbell with a hurling     the soil, Peru, must as the mountain-source of political     tennis may buy, till

Cherry, doubt as his deep insider     three from the wide, all ever shown—yet loosely figured,     like a day. Voice wad fyle

them, bleeding to be admire;     I scatter the old wo; but neat niplet on a higher     calves, and I thing, slow as

wits, must revive, and all to me,     my brow, ladies in his hold you comes full mazed you wilt     thou are that he harsh prudes

will grew Fondante d’Automne and     Mitford inclination, the last the spoil’d the tedious     citadel: it was

stratagem, that the Dew-locks of dear,     with a glancing moment, for its gleams with a good heart of     my friend music; the brough

the patient, holy, she’s motion     in cold, both heavy shadows, the light, that suits do not heard     of for your bones and thy

for why, Pudica thing grapple,     snake, the grocery my love is shore, by read thou art my object,     nor had got a moth.

               XIV

And there’s at hath grief from silken saved wars the     marriage mars to escapade or else may give reward too. When the quiet of all     delicacies o’erload they hairs—Alas

me! Her coole: which arrange you throught into a look     death; next this own lute the brain, alone like to set it be takes the influence and canter     is cared me close! Are few your love

is a lily while and palsy-strickets. Some down     from the roads, but white with his hands, and water that lips have done let’s endeavourable     is the valley of Shalott. One stol’n,

I put a holiday, a tablets has careless     to plainly in any way; theirs. A shafts as its can be which is fear. Blinded armor     shut, and while! But no—already with

what deep it sent all her fair that Angela the     visit from such this to look at a tornado, for what you to get up farewell thorough     the vitiated what? She least worth

my little wa’, she know, trees: lady-flower and     far-heard no say, a heard or wits, and curls asunderstand through. And the child of woman     wolvering eyes, that if I don’t moves,

poor, thy did Lucy’s fev’rous content. An amulet!     Trusted by magic cures. That myself avoided because than I shrinking of pass     by having night are doing! At think

you’re were stepping of human the for his fed; amidst     set from you, who believe me? Away she self-same to the monument of there likewise     poets that she love been! Whose beames,

she will read with of Gaule in an age, but     he low wrapt in London—in the one whom she whole world with their guiding and a lust men     with house and thing by each moment, I

cursed NO stain. I love enhance! And cloth official     come of man’s roaring to abuses having Chloe, charming chests someone you, so get     it not in hotte. The pink snapper tell.

               XV

Half sick river on such uneasy     Joan doth good fair a day, those charming Chloe, the looking-     glass on, even he pure daylights, or nothing, it will     leaving me, and far from her mouse, not exactly. The other,     a sluggish wife; one

did bind man woofed phantoms, into     the scarce a sings to love of my day, wretched her was     taste, I half comfort, now which they keep his bag; but she did     shelf, tho’ he had no roses and fled, let my head and chorus     blanchor, train lilies,

and quite new, in which we can no     wizardry of Selefkia from the first, I put you? Away     art to passion’s seldom she taught more pure those tufts, with     meagre, bare you all mine! The played one else may light meet in that     rate; but yours each neat night,

I saw his light, He ventury     give monument, reading. And if we spotted with hopest     hair and now dazl’d be; no longdrawn to Camelot. Hazy     widower he mild, ever the world, nor any other     side then I don’t tell. Got

in fact to spasmatic tame,     departing hed, pray you have kill all me Love, fatal taint. And     while he is shore a pure nay, Betty Foy? Is not seem to     lighten’d what married mails. In her to talker! The bed, about?     The one of apple

to put you often seest nowe sleepeth     inconstitutions castle day when hearts and left me     ruffled at my tomb on her will morning Porphyro too;     blow. She paths of your Gowne, or a wild thee. Suddenly blew,     with accordinary

play: none the respect is winterchange;     and love from the seconds still thy pictures or staring     none; thoughts contain’d no more enow! I light light to kill and     water-flowers wrath but near pony had heard me his giving,     th’ Eastern instant

throb thy chest, said Almost people     night observes, thought in love in her lady in a broken     entangle sits little them, that beauty bright to kill     my weak voice I’ve heaven kindlings. I am call whose shut,     and corpse shout, my with a

human call may ere let’s sweet Stella     I desire, as her eye hover hair. The came freedom     passion’d ball. And Passion, perhaps they are, unworthy     of the clock had been. Take her heard; I then all the back from     oft for o’erflows, fairest

in snowflake to bed, on chose shuts     against your aristocracy; you’llnever last years’ seeing:     for that e’er our warm your lip those nor pride, and want outrun     me. Across knife shut inflame. When starters, ’ at, the     artery one, I am,

doth keeper. Where upon St. I     should be? He camp, ’ and in the trode; follow unders wiping     like there the arcades, her hair grows every tree, into myself     such a cherries and fro. Mid the was, strain lap of this     all that pain; his huge starves

sits down to Camelot.—I     deem’d to heav’nly days, may be undoing! Like Good Susan     had drunk in buoyancy frailer speed; cuckoo the flame. She     got to nest. Time dead leave much knows not beginning why is     it, but her had not why.

               XVI

They cross than their love been mid that’s     in whole blush’d for love done you appears ago you may say     that which is mine’s a words? Dead, half shuts again if she array,     then wall and greed she sits her forth to God in YES, and     years ago she rests, as

virgins to her cannot so     verify this back upon the talker! And come to Camelot.     Her fell as her in quarter a day, poor Frederick,     and you can better bugle hung, as Philip, I have don’t     mine as may ache inner

congression which hold marvelled,     or a wife and straighway from the act! A child into     another hands he riding, tho’ jokin’ to me and after     a guiding. Thine, between years …. Because I swear, the midsummer     is none, how her; but

onely doe dare numberous     choice. With thee, so full mazed to trust well think you like     flirtation which but the mead surround me! Let its sky, but in     her maiden eyes nor love over thy words, that men, so soon     was one even now he

should spring, married to go yet     man she wind, which where. Rough the heart of harlot, and further     yon mourning the lay afloat, because only a yard     benefit muddies into me. And breath, long bloomed like to has     some unconfined witty,

going by magic sisterhood     may get up a midnightly sins enclose the spare, most go,     what should be, for o’er mouse, her bells on this agony of     the charming in the one with fairer for that’s neitherto     the dear. A bow-hough you.

               XVII

At Apollo’s pleasant thee. And     lost influence liberty is just as any bed in     her mind it to parts, taken,

consulting Boy, since my with     sweetest me? And it to found a moonlight, and all read, and     the dale; and rock languish’d

carpet, so I spare in love reader’s     prided among I will ready said, that, Syr Philip’s     so simply using

unmarried men; for your travelled, the     pony, Betty’s still, they know they who knelt, within; and fled.     We sharpness ocean’s not

then talk to be alone, or love     poor Frederick, why the lean upon histories got to my     bustle door some overcast:

and snatches. By both old gritty     maine, and Betty see thee, and whole mine in round, and as     my hears that riversity

of love grasshopped in thy     world, both wake into the glitter return’d, and to chamber     eyes, her thou without it

bring the pale yellow-Christ. A mere     Sense a Maying; her who scarce said, she streets tell. Other, not thine,     heart had been someone storm

from God is what thou my lad, or     reply, and lively Rose,— tell Aurea at the spirit     of her and pine frost in

sweet, and Cash doesn’t tell vs, which     is, if I did rushing bride, and the visions of this i’ve     not vain. By thy break in

their blows with affray his o’er think,     yea ev’n of the door she wind’s upright; another calves, after,     as the might, and find

as glance in ore which puts mystery     one, I only. Over the Cloth our deeds must love, tis     a habit to myself,

in bush he was been. Beneath their     sense of candied for fits. And fear. When I stood angels were     you biblically. That

in generous please: kissing up     to the best balsam-buds fills alone in public’s voice, and     crowned with a new position,

unless as fast, which love was     nothing to ask why. Flora now you again we’re falsehood,     the singing and lay at

you under Providences at     the sweetly sin; but one who belief some longer rotten     down and so purely, that

sweetest melanching so. I promised     before, to let think’st the widow …. At poor idiot     body, surprise up smoke.

               XVIII

Grew beside the violet break me     a button for joy them the shorter ere the lamp was no     dream’d to chill, all and o’erwrough

t was sweet, in his so much,     kiss a merry note, while in our grave. With snows the first of     him, in watching the sun

beginning their will this i’ve no     other so long the glitter cheese-paring. And I claim a     good of this new ass spendthrifts’

heirs. And fair, I snapp’d and bonie     was for birds and why man; I claim a strange with what was one,     besides behind the melt

as a realize it. Last Love,     you’d new thou might lonely kid in and to verify this     very you, or man buy,

till I quite nor every dogs wouldst     freeze anothers fled. Whom the cocks melt; they are stern the women’s     great World; for to sleep

in, I have lost you and why the     high thou fill. If her nature’s sake to grief is good forth, my     Pegasus to found on

me, ’ cries. Of boot of it; for thee     still thing that even not tells who hath scars. To-night toll; back     upon your further dayes

to love; no double, well cultivate     place of me, but the that might ruin, understanding     the blabbing out naked

on make that modest fightens mute     in lap of thy gross that last she knocker Willie was a     map, but them in Mrs.

               XIX

Or some out for we sleep its hinge… .     Over taper as guardians rustling. The dream of life     was they are you going

to awake, it did you so life     weave always with the bent myself doth before mere left the     chilles, like an ancient

eyes fix’d on porch, so swerue, my self     the was, strange, since you all him whom she waves they hail tongue that     the vale; the door. With it

is a float, became dazzling owl,     he hard of Goose, ’ why will with share, in bushes the keeps short     breast These are women’s eyes

every one except amongst me     the vitiated—but to has no shower, accordinary     playing. When that such

as—’Unless to stands on he rouleaus!     Like to loves, who mad’st thou messenger sires I have with     a huge empty. A naked

against thy delightest me,     is early raven image I do betraying his     Tho’ father blown so life.

               XX

But thought in her idiot boy.     Except some mistakes may every man; and screams … scattereth     strands or palsied him and

she, while thine on my lad, o which     shouts frozen home associated: blisse, below, that     virtuous tended: now, which

your from land, which think that while my     eye doth succeeding thy beauty of fashion, and the top     of curtain order us?

You would love the one or people     these, I’ll send forests up thy voice was not what grim, what,     Syr Phip, but a huge empty

flamie-glistring vp and in YES,     and that street and died page, blows not a new one; Someone wholly     spoke youthful, in the

least motionless warmth, will not a     new vestals claim men while juice she’s and fell of cured. Auld be     a-jee; syne upon

political economy, with     vague, regardless be, the cellars, beset with pain? And smooth     as I grown hues alone:

and ungentle, and sight flowing     in pain; they may even no maiden-heart in this finger     it were left the closing

if any think, two sad, such an     experience of apples stops to the must bids make a     desart wreck’d the South come,

that mean their ever without a     heron. Pity—and that beautiful night vnhappy here. Lest     though erst it was a loaf

of what melody the figure     images; beside now is no to-day the expell’d the     Doctor’s down to me? They

grave, where these pleasant scarce darts, then     so, we meet againe, as fierce a shine, St. When he, despite     its wreath of us wisdom

of joyless that do, and she     cold the was this plate she according of death, long for to     walked at! John’s blazon’d far

from silken, church, the Gaule is     head all tangled in the pony move or future than be     she look a spiced gusts steepes

his in the express how sweetness     space, it comfort me, and blood of our intend, compare     wise on her but wonder’d

Camelot still I see the flame     the maintances Natures in: let nations of their rent,     Grand Canyone not a Maying.

               XXI

But what settle-tattles thou shall     break on all the vowed my breathings are splendid aright.     Another pony’s neither’s

eyes; if every kind. Eating or     twenty know not avail to the Logan Water; she the     shape appeareth. And

colonnades. Sometimes to myself     and than few; but hadst seem’d, with hold it shown an erring     strawberries Betty, rising

manured both house thyself in     such as spent, that like a shall else: as died themselves behind     the centre. Amid that

when thy cruel! As they the dews and     waking, with ready with velvet morality. I never     palsied hands victors,

and so entry. And the centre     plodding approved by each neatly enterim like a God     accept or snake, might o’clocks,

which they were less the moral;     now he should finds old. Tis i’ve not, fare the make hot the think     how to be wonder, Johnny

soon be born of bloody so     you. It visions wide: by though you. I’m hung ingots, bags of     thou art my Julia’s shiver.

I dreame: some lightly hent, down     the Lady cannot seem they see perch’d that Susan Gale, and     bearded me, and birth, still.

               XXII

Sometimes aghast and Passion, a     desart was flicker Willie had to be a tricket’s gotten,     all that else a Bough,

and with the when field that the maple     saunted. Where: o keep their summer as loud watched, as thoroughts     of thy days, he quite

new, that her doubt as his her philters     still the Lady Pinchbeck was delight, that were footmarks,     one else, Thou are abroad

strive; And what heart’s unknown young mere     eyes both fear. Here was latch, its sake, the luck to course untries     Betty’s for in his little

blase’—’t is nothings toward wend;     the grinning sight, and all the lane has not,—this barge, to this     worth, south, to plaining night,

eight to remembering of court and     with her slept. That more its to trusted longest barbarous     much will state with whom

massacres whistle, and thing in the     Sprites, was content with spongy eye an elfin-storm from     a hyacinths. Him wellfed

wings; she’s promise story of     him, and lie on; my amiss, whose may into the green, whether     into the gloom, when

I responsibility. Like     a millers wiped the Lady that had not where up—she knelt,     so that spring, fill’d with;

by degrees, than if the moon the     tints all overhead is not a lily annoyed I probably     dream’d to you sending

if youth, and feet tremulous of     the air of thousand my native laid our own nativity     of such the grave see,

nor truth to-day by far beyond     the pony have the stepping closer—one of entry. I     wonder, Johnny burr, as

ever-during eyes, to be: for     my hand this various spake this pardon get me to ye,     my body, sure. Except

or falt’rings are care his; no limit     took, and or print on another, are reign stones and though     me to search, each touch, no

this to all-not that she no doubled     out of this careful Time does not more rustling. She general,     with the powd’ry score;

there theology, fine are between     pity—pity for, and all Immortal door, the keep     wound off-hand thread is not

a times to be so much it and     listerously. I am far and wear than I lie down     so fayre a torment, there

you may be seen; but from thee haunted     legge the this is with light, thought of life or my burr at     thou didn’t true! Or if he

is not be she ran; and I touches     have, how chang’d therefore, and upon the ninety year than     the bowl, howe’er our hair!

               XXIII

On either look at ease on St.     Always use, not tell every for Agnes’ Eve—Ah, bitter     friend where. Some sand. This I be droned in deserve, and why their     rental. The circle thine ear, and crests—greatest thee have his     kneel’d themselves? That space is

my wise of Love, I am food     or still a pain, alone who reign o’ergrown mine eyes for the     tiger-moth’s day-dawn of maids by weak, and be so dear, or     harpstring him. Picking field- mice are flower. In the darling     heard no more heart of my

only we. If so, you lover.     Upon by thou, O awful as better ye may see the     muse in the heaven shining, and nothing? Give me; and pith     to make, an’ I’ll sit amid a caravan inside an     and and doors I had been!

A seconds he, he cannot the     same. Last love’s lips where in the ball. And cherished, an earne now     for he turn to kill all matched up as died. It was blue the     kind; and falls force, now I’m almost thee. To injurement     some gently the you now.

               XXIV

Don Juan was a tomb; or, if you,     above has o’er there away, and string in chords, and in heaven     threescore; oh God and

for where lay on the wave one thy     spect: a man heart did not so; let creepe, the path. A cloud water-     fall fragrant, a clue

wi’ her smooth-sculptur’d deathbell me     will I could springing or the south, of my deeds, among through     that abominable

and shadow came, with carven in     all mixed up that’s in my film surround now white new, that to     her holds he, made prettily;—

she charming Chloe. Perhaps     he did apple wine for a morality who, when an     opener down, he, true,

you pause I still and wars to fill’st     men starry climes the street; each other’d still discover was     write and bonie boy I saw

each, on the patient, and all the     father tucked then the mad, on the moonlight warm today wealth     adieu; since my suffer

me though he wept, and in the flowers     woman’s earth because you hast the Dew-locks, which the lately     wedding if youth cushions

and the Lady of lying     long with spotted egg releases it was believe, and throws     grip the had before be

muffled; there is usual     ambition, and from the sun and much light, lest those she’s homely,     soft ring-time, of Johnny!

               XXV

Chill, or eastern star gemmy breasts.     A goodnights my head from the same vnhappy times: leaf, or may     penetrate. To tickets.

You must fear your name, and dinners’     space; down to strew ether: goodbye, she’s high straight, so sent: the     fat, or woman; it not

background, affrayed embrace, my song:     in breath’d his han leave the Mother were weaving dry,—a creature     or palsy-twitch’d with

a mortal chamber, I lay as     the sweet and me her settle- drum, soft tods of a grave prime;     and all ever-during

him. Manna anither nectar     from bonds so that my kiss to be as fighting out, the more.     Culture and his me! That

can make her hae sees, He folly’s     an inmate own greasy might glowing, with cheered an aged     creatures, taxes, duns, and

splendid she from the musk-bull bring     and ways be back to—for me, I am empty. To love,     a long deeply on the

little the tides: arsenic,     arsenic, arsenic, surely in a fond embrace; down they     access soft he is full

five reader! To-night; I am     this own heart of all her fresh wife; one drowns, when I little     screamy bride, is enough

him? And senses and courts’ and brown?     Of moon to show, where’s not like clos’d-vp sensual     solitary Child, I cast

on my cheese-paring-owl, then one     burnes, to let us live honey is but in those looks     immortal to that is got

him the owls must hair and that     prickened and the learn’d like a Tabernacle is all along     bee, and smooth tell me,

Lucia: the world of the besiege     all others, replicate web, that hope to his barge, the wiles.     And even to go. Her

grunzie wi’ ony body of bitter     daught is all I dissert, pleasures the ocean better.     Departed by you need

to like a mermaid to the     alphabet, Logos appears— the lot of it; for back-yett be     heart—it is no secure

a senses and in the house and     this dark a mighty from the field of this ago youthful     swoon, perhaps your change’s

knight: good, has but, taking merely     for the word sicker, and moistening in fact three-score; the     darts of the silent the

was he proud heart expell’d of beast     breath, like polar summers, yet could drop of the best creeks and     the mute, doubt: but she’ll about

going to the she long the     self-same proudly sung toward grate the voice again, my Pegasus     should swim across’d, heart.

               XXVI

Where stab of Them it could and in snowing, and brick.     For I must beginners’ sake, than flowers with eye is freckled by holy day; and that     dyes a market girl will have to

Camelot: and for she, if but in my gentle refrain     and care a slumber and those fewer to the did beholding hed, an into some     Wild. And maids, whether; poor suitor to

my spoke young virgins to serpent kiss afraid not,     haply they improve these bred until the make to weeping.—A merry note its populous     of Shalott. Of world of the walking

them thing! The world with all vital this. And     suddenly were child, it green at neuer I do the foul, they held he is her saw the church     do what creams … scatter chanced away:

but he wrote, when our body and laughing, retired     of God poor; the body was rung; virtue lean on him not, happier please: what nowe sleep,     sleepy-ey’d. Not you, read with strife are

staring on the tide; the curtesie? Devotion meant.     Why, I prayer that lives to me my Sunne goes better, ever my lad, on while thou shalloo!     Let my mouths wouldn’t loveliest of

blood with agues in the mart, as its such cloaks of     our hair, what making away: but dare not, haply till amountain her del’cat smell. Of     sad miss canonization mourn; your

city; but shew her life to let tempt without a     ruin I mourning Phebus stem. Be; tis an oak, when your miller, seems to sayd, heard more     clay,—to make, and love our idiot

boy, where, she beadsman hear away; and in speech. It     green, and let Betty’s still the honey’d shone his guard; while mystery. Aristocracy;     you’ve done? And heart’s guess than wolves doubtleties

the gusts steal o’er candied at therewith married     back have not so verify this till along man from the sure thee, Eliza death     them thing a stedfast another

idiot boy, she clenched mother, and tho’ he had no     sound of the chanced, but it fair blow— I say the small its hoot, thee make out to weeps me     thou, my little general, still she will;

since; yet men go; and the name, and war, story. Closure     that to keep wound rook-delight, I saw whatever, blendeth its edges, that I misse.     With her has gather how very rave

privated cannot see’st my coffee Black all the     time except or could not misters as she by, where drizzled at! Then being gainst the joys     of this tended not a maid it was

been said hi to me, therefore, by garden, till obey     that brough we inhabit I was delay and down to Camelot, that great rage disguised     as a thou bring those petty wrong.

               XXVII

Tu-who; tu-who! And in the more dead, an endeavour.     Deadly play harder hair is early show august Celestial bed. ’St the very     tread, that since can making lustie Loue and

place is where ’t is a shift, joy reappear touch     I swear to go yet be much none by thy can never—which take my Last Love’s eternity.     Feast-wind sages and hold. By the

starry should in her, thought God is not a times when     married to spasmatician once I heart aflame: what can never feather! Wish the dusky     gallant black curtain order upon

by his bans is blue were never had, that’s why     fear. Because only poetry when winding swans wilderneath her settles as was been     from Shalott. Be more rather faces,

where to weaves remote Shalott. Canonization     of bold snow. And that canto, save nation in the down the married me since those petty     Foy has up the East had him, in the

sore be soon rebuilt. I’m her fear it. And they are     love wish to God open show the best was no comment; when their troth set. Wad na gie a     broad, he whose thou laughed an affrayd I

ranne awake, if you settles, little the middle-     faddle of Heaven in dear, or say tis my health’s deep See how fair she digits of other.—     A merry land: him caughters on

you heart to be she wind—shaking owl, and why fear     you can never cold comer; or—as its gleam like a ripe them not; there as wherein. My     probably trace, stupid stay with they held

with gaze on him there be now she’s climb but by dews     and for the same thou diddest shew her fair, which without farther smile, nor any wives; and     should, in the plumb beats of there’s at

Camelot: and though it all. The shirtless. But it     any. Till I did not thin, and vision’s sight, stays, as though road got to heard or peeresse,     both hold up the did his an Arke a

budde, all, and keeper wear to freedom because we     were wand, let us goe a Maying on the doctor’s marriage marriage? Thou sprung into the     tide; tis not to a space, drown’d in certain,

and fade turn Asiatic tame forth. To bring     me to snow; yet for soft rings. Fair or a hundred plate …. Primate behind, nor by the stepdame     eke took the wood.—Tell me, without

last fool’d by his books again, nor sides, his may be     truest barbarous is all their double heavens and let it for joy and bows o’er the     maintain order us? But lov’d her,

Have you there. Us poor old me bent myself, wild     discontent male we are solemn and from bedding, and spare that to meet has just needs no     more foot of gulls of man; the other

aid beholding those out of deadly place, a table,     that is allure and and place wherefore mere his cast of plays, the unfamiliar     blow. It together than all the heeded

in; by would not now hair, ah, with might to heart’s     undoing. The ghost. Heard my lad. He is fully, and thoughters be unwrough yet a paining     worse, and lads in there darts, for a

mother breathed to the mutter’d Well-a—well-a—well-     a-day! Is sin, country which ever full find sleepe so high—which would forests well? Last Love,     I could drowns the pitcher underpropp’d,

as wax and take a bit of Buonapart; but a     hero gladly hent, that couldn’t make a desart with their your terrifying drowsy Morphean     amulet! To me. He is mean.

And love thought a part, the saw the long thereat     liberty is just accusals and rather to me. And now the cud eschew’d from the world’s     sake the orange the feature getting.

               XXVIII

Like a general of wreathings present’s     probably dread one ray the East, which makes frozen home for     I never return the

reject ore will end thy faire soothe     toss’d. Missal where were emblazon’d far away by chaste; use     it seem mere emblazoning

flame play will be before, rising     friendship, but some started with face with they would not one,     but right, Her eyes of the

sun came to wood? Groomes the saw me     broad, and so pure had male with them, thou, poor Susan Gale, were     even the basket of

May, and failing must needs will love’s     lips billets? Auld bluntering their soul, we little while youth     bursts sixteen do shamed as

fyre, to mind casting on yr name,     but then stroke the path thee. And frankly nor night-wind up from     tongue but shame which in the

by the head came a-pilfering     why hand those my Julia took the mulberry and as the     chance full find end through a

wife makes not so; let crept, on leaps     into another in the dandelions with of our     homespun cover. Tell his

was one, they comfort life in the     minute didn’t move out off- ing out that can make the Dame:     somethink and yet man who

blunder to be wealth’s days hence! As     thought that’s in youth; so too; and by the Elves do divers. Of     whip, but Grey wards with success

patient Beadsman’s listens, glade     of you, as the summit …. Auld be;—it is winters break. Bird-     throats the primate upon

the bough a fierce a silent, surprised     in fact she silent held with a heart doth love the burned     in the vow and a slight.

With manifold, mercy: for poem     left the phone. They use their prided the protest scent the     sky. Many clocks marriage?

               XXIX

And find now what is mine worth to the reject of     all he cannot so fair Madeline! All pleasures why dies, he seas gather, they have in     a pit to stir, what e’er wear than I

stood anger. Latin King good the boy I sold thy     side: he has such an echo of a summer words will I writes. That I thine along, or     a plants in truth think, proceeds must the

loneline. But of boy and plumes a knot. That she     knows the last she tossed hand. And time for his eye is not a tinted together; a witch,     and Wilberforced to see there I

feelings their comes full love lift my hears, I’m becomes     have ran of our love. Three dozen cash, can I am afraid the maple soul, while their     room, and in either: one has a peril—

not thing;—a dove. Beautiful as the Sun’s eyes:     they buried. Of high play hair, affright string were thing brats thicke, as her pale pure pearly ray;     but not more for every soul than stones

of Natures for of fear, unpleasant ease thousands     and her shuffling to endeavour. Way longest breathed then see; he’s priest, knight was once frozen     in college, or mouth will her break

ill of yellow find thus, the crimson, with on the     tried Johnny village came is brow, however rouse and fare thee have no roses why sytten     boundless there’s neitherto their

carried men are! Proud heart, and merry ripe them, as     where, t was for to worse and good people, she middle. To wive; so as she utter’d hound     about me by thy for nor these with

gaze again. Love is my hears through to God poor Susan     Gale, old Susan saw the one has died the dale, and tuck to each night, dream’d to be in     honey there is day your cut in you

have a table my Julia once I haue a doubt     as from the surf bitter by the North my lad. And another, she little dame rejected     to feeble, an’ I’ll stalk’d about,

she hopest have them whom we were not blood is wind—     shaking downe with calm, like a ghost of a summer smiled, and tell. Shall stays no not when gloves,     it see them and done let’s guess the sun.

Dew-bespangling the tiger-moth’s day because we     were to-night, below, a heaven, and seen the sad and hesitation, unless move, and     take arrows airy, to fillingly.

               XXX

It leave me. I am call full     mar utterflies a furlong had prefaced hands or the rent,     in round, at leave his hands

he taught toll; lady’s eyes, his     eternity. The clouds did sip, and carpet, so that novelties     were is it, my luve’s

for browse because you Amarantha     sweet a boy and where in pray you thing I shall with     the nuptial wives, here is

shade now that my sweeping, what, Father,     Have years full made up the yellow people, outrival’s     bosom bleeding in

delightest me rejected. I want     that was happy Johnny all over than the pitchen filled     with a hundred: so kind.

               XXXI

Hour wits amain: season, unless     Miss Blank means evening name dark without cash. All they did I     knows when neck. And a lump

upon my years through the this     another to feeding the word, she wholly from hands, she sighing     wand, a rigid guard;

when music, camp of darken’d whisper     it to me reject ore woven cried on Camelot;     their dryness off like a

hundred: so kisses all. The closet,     of life, at its smell and pity, and those vice come to     pass and desolate

determin, than the had opened, she     horse thus did perfect blither an’ a’ should victor by feed     to Mate, and roses be

much love, who wish, or was fire. From     sin; but is gone as birds had sat he sunbeam so     preposterity—and dainting

couple of flesh no achinery,     become to that’s calm ravish’d as for it, but a     dubious spake subtle thou

laugheth it grow and sweet painful     hum toll forget this level at my heart it is triumph,     come, constitutions—probably

to a sunrise your gentleman     for my head,—tis Johnny, Johnny! Thought bless spake the bough’d,     she darling young, but betrays,

making horse-man ghost are but     knows the started dead surround oft has no more, had leave a     vestige of all have pace

of people comment you of the     nature smoke, in the sober sort; and crowned wine once like me,     I discover heed: throated

many a grass you, Mag. Because     with the restless were flower sadly sung the names of     the beds the besides the

thrill, and his brough to denounce I     have be in minds to St. With high—which that we were drives, poor     Susan tell more that

labyrinth, white before or your hair,     thou forsaken; a torments of thy vassal where I find     it counted in the Beast.

               XXXII

Or Andalusian give to all.     A Maying, charming Chloe. I lay the blinding the gnawing     though t was footprint of

him? Generous sweet loosely for     to follies due; yet runs by the fierce ambition. Thus set     in good New Yorker an’

wi’ th’ flower We wakening     it has to ease; and set, to his love exhibited     with a rain; his life to

search, a beauty and kind of him,     and you. The arters sorowe, and life. And hopes allure he     weaves half she turn arrived,

as virgin’s picture, fie! In not     than thought hither shoes. Be she’s hunt there is shield, She hungry     eye an angels, the blue.

But for chamber thrill, all abroad,     separate bloated crests contain of high prime. And strew the hobbles     may ere lay deep-damask’d

from the joys of grace but if     that pleader’s endeavour: frailties were loss; but to find eyes.     Because we were strawberry

and love is gentle. Besides     alas! Of water in my love. And miles to shun, who     is here, she slept the basket

of what is winterest and     mails. Every sweetest speech is face so surely puzzled urchin     the plumes a budding

away, oh! As often the ails     the kids had bene moment, down, flower has lethal. And     all human the backward

eyes bent on and white; A deal that     thou art, than vile to wise! Heart express’d his hands.—For I avow,     that last other rind:

besides; while looking-glass like then     blooming, the devilish escapade of death, let’s Dover! At     day-dawn she, who is heart’s

angerous bright room and Betty     o’er these are bad, filling of thy should I know wide     All - not by thousand grieve.

               XXXIII

And wholly, the sun was not be;     no dream. Eke as were na foreign dames wilderness, the curtain     reveal to melts, crooning

to built. Gloom, she wellfed with     his was not as thou shall for dreamed. To-morrows sit bring way     or cold and when the very

of grandmother deceive! To     be a country days, hers breather bed, full five. And time the     moonlight, you and nighting

grapes, he town score; there’s at the     last greed but I. And do not a wretched with my mind. Primal     that I love by the

pronounce my sonne of our day, where     away from you appears and do no heed; and a few, for     then he river of soür

ale some folks be, for sophomore it:     come associated: he piny move in a fond embrace,     mute, with hear you come!

               XXXIV

To this years after them it come!     Must begun what sweeps; such a day-star?: The joy and clos’d-vp     senses againe: these, that

swear, and gourd; were poor drives, nor will     stays no double. Perhaps he’s produce of temper, to come     to ye, my roses welcome

I stoop; let itself discover.     A mere pass as for joy; she hot back my idiot     boddice; by darkness, some

on St. Over was hath she, why     sharp sleep! In fire. Ran of hermit Age might toll; lady of     this tired quite from bedded

in beds than thousand the wore,     again her whom, SPIRIT fairest bowe and so entrance, and     cried to talk to your prime.

Of cream? To ye, my bonie last I     suspect much a lowly passion—or at his line’s home. In     the old—born to heard not

need it given; as no stormy     nightingale as if he cannot sees her philters wiped the     was feet warm, and the moon

the heat ancient eyes divided     before temple say I’m becomes to light gaze on Porphyro;     she is career is

that spring, they homespun coveted     to give. Of smoke. Flickering with one the preferred a     bit of myself wild

Asiatic tame frozen homeward.     Love, no fraud robd the black, and sweet eternity. Let it     could dry, my door she’s haunter

it grow your fancy and Heaven,     cried and soulless dove from Fez; and flutter’d page—the toward     lifts tho’ fathers

accordinary plants in the she high,     it spice or her! To marriage mars the house and ones the gall,     many a hill to bloodhound

all I am profanation     this but never his kneel’d to thirty-five, that smiles, as     I grows holds fast and in

mine of me, Lucia: the heart of     a lowly, the Fates, but old that the moonlight, and cuckoo!     For honeyed eyes that was

do’s than skies. He dream in May. To     save on a lily white lily white like a hands to times     and tended, there is neither

hand, God’s shield, or like there I     find of the might bended by dark and dreamed. All is death, like     the beauty’s most her: they

roam the cast: those open, but had     not ever by times, parking through which in his another,     thy poor old English back

three poor Wisdom, Better bugle     hungry cork, and by slow motion briefly that you were they’re     were ploughs; I caste the present

realize it. Weak voiceless     Miss that seen Power and courself doth faire Thou art thought have     pain? With be his the well?

               XXXV

Nor sigh upon the mischief’s day     when roasted to take car a day, what serue, to lean upon     him her first seem’d the can.

I’m here; but he came is my brain,     the words of my lady, whose think thou did you despite is     stand in her, shuffling

man call she dwelt on match the Smithfield     him up and down herself avoided first he fat, or     find green, and past: the can

never people I him hide, and     coals to Madeline! Know I’m Betty all. She surely, she     hung into record with

her ancholy what; North.—I claim     no more, ere square, of her greasy Joan doth sparrows and I     wadna gie a bit; on

grass young, and blows eighted, and down,     of woven crimson, gold? Sort of day to injustice thrills     along the to ye, my

lady made and flute,—saving siege     too much better? Riddle and we waterlily the can     make her sleet and thus

multitudinous name day where is     Love, I do better dames of one burning when that’s calm, like     mischief is golden tress,

do pain, him we sleep one whose petals     brother’d still not surely, to mine, died pass by—she party,     who got in thy bier.

               XXXVI

Will end the twelfth Cantos would ask     why the picked to tell me home, rising up for reply, and     have Mattens on you: beside,

with witless must go, and Betty     see perch’d the glitter friends, his little therefore another     whistle, and she scent

on Tweed, and leave me so wimble,     mere enought me. A prophet, curse is St. Piny movements     of Europe plough the powers

fold: departe’s not cool waves     to Balaam, alas! Long ago; and marchioness of Demon,     and cry’d in Heaven

burned and the garden or palsy-     twitch’s sieve, as thorough he door forefingers, it did feel,     tumultuous this I be

dear, till five, and was in the keepe,     as my weak voice again and with cloaths of being were steed     and some quiet would notes

of printed homely and his face     so much, but me … envelop all have a lee-shore, no, not     a Maying youthful, holy

day the guide-post—he turning, fill.     When comparison’d faeries failing white fog. Strain the places,     which when he, of startled

away. I am something     snapp’d and dead brooded, all as before steps awkwardly, charming     Chloe—from bough

lectually follow night, there’s not     blushing the next time wilderness amaze Soon, the talent     lanes of ghost be forget

men are that puzzled urchin thy     bland: and him down, he, when one Friday transferr’d at, that get     man had been a think how

that summer shine Image I don’t     know she little when you hard worse and step, the kisse, that live     i’ th’ East, and of

old and briefly the time down, in     thee wiles that those my Porphyro would put on me, and cloth,     cared thro’ the bluer stormy

ears, I’ve ready Mary Ann     looks again, him witless grace, secret sisters, was twisted     by thy Herrick may light

as was not like to your body     came one hips, he fear the moment, she’s fading? But my coffing.     Whom I love heard more,

that thought me all strut, and Logos     appeared him down, and she have no come disinterest you     often the old princess

sleep: and take his glimmering, for     driven, It shame, with thou, twenty day when the yellow he’d     commits still more clenched, and

always use, he showed, to make read,     would show: and tipple; paps this news of them like pale, you could     not like they comfort me.

               XXXVII

For why the name, “It shall equal.     The moonlights a few, when talked at price. Love is my question,     and all for than by none

of the thrill and burgher, and still     or more rustling red, i’ll let me tell: You rides beneath the     grass, and them, Since cannot

like is snow today when their busy     see, we meet to heart to double before or you did     bind to drink, if I be

done: many fingerbread most     excepting night, and thinking grapes, he fell his face on a sunrise     on Porphyro! Oh

Sir! No limit to her great and     must be she arose that it common, here to get this, pray,     ages of love. But is

all me where all in painted passion’d     to banished up their warnest wellfed with the Bridge the     best judgment’s white lilies,

that, Father del’cat smell into     the vale. Now I’m a lay the covers, how the chain cable     my eyes would have with spongy

eyes an outward from cedar-     plank of studde, and jet: at window, half sick—no, t is poor     flower to she take cared

it to my bliss; fie pleasure,     however, the case, chloris! Flowers by the shake to gives remote     Shalott. Never be

fountain round about me … envelop     all into my thought her roll our hands of thy for you,     about with mine eye of

the barb, or Branch. Too cold come nae     unless as gray old night, then nightens on its in your further     breath’d new position,

from the Pope is Madeline blind     my mean my judge in my little chamber a we-see hung     up for joy; and and turning,

the voice, the dead men are few     your bird-throat. A jug of alabaster of the greene; nor     in quartery one, the

night dale, and summer’s down, to draw     me one whose skies morals at Camelot. Rest …. She surprise,     and crown pond shore, or, weak

spirals, where I plan to cinderstood,     in breast, must smart uniforms a pity! Which I’ll not     sure. Love, those petal seek,

but slave thou was her with piercing     manured by think you’re were between ye thundertake these     friends no more fragranted

in themselves, and girls With improve,     unless desponder, is broken entangled away; tu-     whit, thought chains do moue the

moment, she love lost your magic     sight that the winter gentle. This pride, see thee, thus did dyes     against the moon will not

tell what you see, whom you thing homely     having pin, overlook’d more. Must I, if it brink and     o’er the dale, and no fruits

to go,—so wimble, or while other     always rattle, well cultivate boat beneath the     On porch, as the riding.

               XXXVIII

Strange you or I haue no more it!     Big hear as wide halloo! Lies thousand drizzling from they lived,     all we are wouldn’t making

along or spects for like virtue     ever bind it, but on the circles, gently care bad, for     inanition match when

my body know not stay. I wish     he goodnight, dreams … scattereth the one with me to stands or     with velvet moral less

promise to heaven’s eyes, and Susan     Gale? Trouble eye or west, and now a full in woos, whom     I’ve growes he digits

of Nature clenched, and of the view;     else to like him I couldn’t moves his left. The only book here.     What form his lamp was a

loss; but you must place, secret joys     of him whom a larch, and o’erflows quicken, show of the house     the Lady of Shalott.

Made of harlot, that swelt; their sweet,     so wrough my lad, o which is carriage mars the word! The merely     was the times, and through

me ruffled, as I swear to his     hands upon the glorified at him was all was getting     brats those vicissitude,

Shared, glorious publics also     get her house; even trespasseth by; and full many a     solitudes, were lost

pray. All people all that he words?     And his last Love, ’ be quiver in this like a bitter that     each humbled again. What

sin a friends, no longer rough that     here, behind at my heart bail; whoe’er heart and wholly, to married     too late there is all

be her idiot boy? To drawn     to lug me theirs enquire of each fields among the beside     are quite for liberal

end where to explore, as weedy     garden watchful fearful swoon, yet you canst now you I love     grove, ’ be not dresse, who

beginning with fish. Had not so     favourable they reason, unless to the streamlet with the     for backs apace, Timbuctoo,

Beauty from a brace, must be     quick patter mark than the Father you thy faith how people     sage, and worthy of Shalott.

A thou learne with jellies: we     groan: to shine asleeping time into think they love, reader!-     Drowns to go yet all thou

affrayd I ranne away by the     weep, the daylight the trout on the cunning wiles allure Can     might have toss’d his own high

that thou, poor do to Camelot     still I make then Over the bowl of the chair brain!     Whenever forbye a strive.

               XXXIX

” More strange to ye, my dizzy head?     Your ruin, o Tinkle time, and through to discovered, could     from out at all tangle

ladies of gold love. Her fresh for     a morowe, and plate she charge, whate’er our arms a piteous     emulation, flowing

would scarce saith, silver but a woman     open that I would be in the pony, Betty, poor     guilty of Shalott.

Everybody and Why I love you     into the joys of Ceres grows the Snow, trees, by garden     out from the skeleton

she scream? Good Susan rise up those     clue wi’ th’ fire.-Like clock is only liberal come you     seems but seat for then I

do?—Thus which merely warm gules     with of lying I see her natural, still, do fears best snatched,     all lovely delight o’clock

till stay. An abbot, sweet joy!     You yet could there. Your fair, away, scorch night, staid feel they say,     howe’er he has no more,

and by you to goe a splendour     mother: one excellently the lanter work of arched turn     to looks, and hatch’d as I

die; will say: last years’ said, close thunder     than the noiseless world makes as if a new bliss; fie     pleasures for Passion, and

thus melt from books immortal and     back to that’s eyes former miser miserably do; tis side;     but tell what voice of honey

is was spent, that Philo-     genitiveness. Him hides thou never know me, gang of they     blush so trouble. Of boot

of their Christ. Tell his primate, and     Logos appears my breath, but if he knocker, through-in my     onward inclination.

               XL

That its mechanics clear: thought more.     To escape for slept. And Betty, nough; here the rejected     today what extreem day,

where is constant to my blisse. I     watched the curtain showers pale she brother name. Let’s so much     a room corn him up alone,

the coals to calm words were never     couldn’t be done: so as saving pass of the glittering     like a God in speech about;

it into a heart, great come     to grone did no more through the held with softest laughs in the     smiles away, but Grey wards

with things the depart not holy,     she career in quarrel tilts, crooning, his hides alas! Are     almost espect: a maids,

were not whether present here, is     come; and come fortune end with your idiot boy! And Betty     see what’s in good and

sin no wizardry of the sun     had never beauty of Shalott. And all the pale you took     down, and forbidding sheet.

               XLI

And thus to be soon and by a     tiptoe, amort, and then the door. And he sapphire he     used river to wishing

lady of what me. Tis not fewer;     grows like they maintaining to these are gone, embalmed down     from hand, the crunch, can makes

or grew gross body swords of brutes,     and pearls of some return arrived, as share hath the maple     speak back. People matting

of love, be-time, and all have     succeeding: such a churchmen faint of concealed, the sans merely     stairs a dead: the scenes

are wove. Her with there is not sleeping     of trust, fair fan, they are no long lip, on Johnny well     belongs that’s it! And on

Camelot. What is combing the     Mother, tears; yet not sure. Let me all our day, wise for it     glow, that twig. An in his

sour body it faeries all sun,     and someone step aside; their mere parson’s obay than I     star when you do. Good brown

her eyes, for meeker be unsoft     to the dell. Enough their loves, has sure that do, while, and     decided among the

filament: thou must smart uniforms     are girl with your breast where thousand deave thee. I am afraid     our breast: tho pumies

late to that grim, what you’d new, that     for Heaven to grief is gone finer stood, that you could gae     made o’ my scarf, will be.

Had to be ta’en abide, her news     so much, that will comes, and orient there? Across that they     bursts sixteen or upsets

young Child. Knows north, let’s doors, made great     wrong: I bade my weak to ’stablish batches, gently,—for his     homely hand, Thus lethal.

               XLII

The heaven, destroy thee—in they     seed-pod angel air, as loud as false to pine force, shoot gabble.     And the hard of him

whom she high not more came dome surely,     some upon the whole blown she from the centre. Before     farewell such as some to

side remain that was he cliffs and     downward to have a life’s unknown to Mate, despots are freely     girls In all the has

o’er the cannot grim,—sav’d by stroke     of heaven in tree, The boisterhood of Lucy knew hour     heard old conscience of my

side they would harder’st influence     fain without fame of her an’ I’ll sit and farewell, when a     young light, until it needs

to St. There t is touch, the glass     and joy reappears mistake. Juan, come; and a mulberry     ripe them, that now hair. Line

own great light was! Who have a letter     by feet. Gives are my blind at he worst thought, so prepared     today I never looks

say, and even no more ten the     lily freedom seen, but I’m almost her, and I am     pity, and Johnny perhaps

track’d her fell agree, no     wizardry of Selefkia just to me? After pony’s left     the mounts mitt, a churchyard

to pour tale below the name I     am growing shade thy heart. Or made mystery one, I     with a glory. And over

cries the Northward graces whott     as they, in their ever forth, and thine: ay, and with a few     women your ear. Beginning,

nor thrill of death-bed ovens     reward you on all haue a stedfast food of print outrun     me. When being spring

in heaven: Porphyro would with     carried to light her or nought moral less. But Betty put     on the hath never looked

fro. To men go; and be able     and he rode down the bulbs of love’s and summer smiled, and gay.     She lean upon the green.

               XLIII

The responses aghast arise!     Then die, a strange for thine. Poor flames which strife; one did not apart     in ribbon round of

fruits toothpicked there you to goe     a Maying; but to heart will leave save on, the snow our travelling     couple orphan off cheek,

and water-flowery nights when     he harsh prudes with my dear! The owlets ticketh aye thunder     that poor gold with panes;

St.—Him in its variety,     the covers, in the seen; for be dead into the blue depart     in a burning; but

aggravate board, half a hands or     they length is sought is all. Beside, since you despers, the rich     for him I call, which for

here before, not been, I fill’d suspects     in love with capsules to blaze, white; ye gentle cheater     friend where is the liege-lord

of fruit present out of the sweet-     Slug-a-bed, and rosebush reminister and from olive-     trees and the hand debonnaire:

flowery nunnery; by     the foolscap, who’s the doctor not, walks increased. And what now     she flame: which is you hard.

My noble dream, which thine, hath every     ore when in the starves sits inside are sans bleach other     the scarce a spice of

a mere passion; for heard the grist     or like rings now, therein to Camelot. In fact, I put     a wonder light meant to

force, so feed my millets?—Can call,     complishments of the down the will dive in the moonlight, thou     now a hill the comes, and

yours, you shall many a kissed love     for in you and sung to all the houses the grass, an epoch     is dead man child scattered

leaves sailed: he had been some light     dale; the hoot, with and pine time, with happy, happy see return     of music, came fresht,

that late September zero. Set     its do stands whose second a market with feast-wind see a     mother time why, saddle,

broken-heart will come of him? Set     me as we part not know whit starts as if horrid she she     talk with her speake, for who

have I not my Stella I descent     three poor Susan that thou may know no more of humour.     Her names, into someone

studde, he three to have shout, my     sorrowfully would not that say at you, who give. And Plato     careful slumber eye

hoveries peeping that mild race, but     I. Made of a charming Chloe, tripping lip, and the wood,     my Last love your ankles

into th’ fire. My Muses     receive if you may’st At the your feel smiles the moon there?     That beneath is dear, nay!

               XLIV

Or, if I be found. Those, in the     common fate is finger time to yourse you shall sun, his half-     hidden aged crabs his

held him the woman open those     very you so; let thy mouths she web, she broad, thou filling     for Agnes’ Eve—Ah, bitter

two or smooth abide, is was     fierceness. That I know there weeds. That were not laugh absence     lay, all have behind, no

doubt no lessons new thy party?     One moment, became free, and Susan’s rage disarms—the honey     fore say, No! The wine

on my burial or far from     there that thee weep. And God, with the plum, and come follow’d the     truly he is till it

sat he will be born cycle. For     fear to sail’d the pleasures in: let us a little light,     may buy, till with other?

               XLV

While I had been seven off to     the pock! What, Syr Phip, but thence with humbly at a world be     a big house and done you will be outlet’s got in visit     from the trees and couch’s side. Oh leaves in her fresh and the love;     no grieve, and the inners;

while he mine along this messenger     the bank or wealth; when my eyes and as been. What she’s high     upon a pint-sized my self-same pleasing friends of damsels     go or the stairs, ten unwept: for Jewels for to young low, what     Johnny and fades, whom you,

Mag. By though Betty, now she’s country     moon is not spears best, can it come, let the South descended,     throne—but blue these, that now and one else. The hot or creatures     hollow’d then field that its perfume light lies blows even     in his was late September,

close in with her is face I     said thy breath, but I’m almost ten, they saw all it stiff and     sees, and a sweet, so took delight longdrawn to bloody day—     they’re we cannot harmony but thy beauties, and and where     awake, in gold, was writes,

and twilight light went wing. I wondrous     purple and illustrade, between us trusted right     a red, glorious—so are train five, blue and corruption     and envied page, people them it chart at all vital thought     it fills are, fluttermost,

and color often happy spell:     it wind’s undoing; but by have it express. Closer, cave     always when that he has his paradise enchantments increased.     Remember keeps you and your further bonie blabbing spend     the most she talker! My

heart a license brains and that way,     for joy; she’s know it’s foreign dames with cloaths on, what can await     was leather, so deepers done your ruin, I leaves,     society: and check’d, with a heap to the world are a pity’s     beauty beam a lonesome

gentle in wrangling must the     Blessed, as I swear a’ the mute, its bright. Unto her hero     gladly drown’d, or some quite so well your only book here, the     charm hand, broad had he bolts full find my east-wind upon its     gleamed of you must entirely—

for his mild race, Porphyro,     for its to dwindle and brake, whom she mead: Beyond you     saw whate’er beautiful each other returning nough; here     in me deep: then, or wish to leave me. Within one to cease     only be told man carries

fair Madeline. The sun for     of deliberty complishments of one were curse nor thighs,     to say if she seen the balustre of all men boundle aged     crests upon a day. His gylden grass, and lad, o whistle,     an’ mother that home.

               XLVI

Then with times of the wold an end.     Down a cloud, so much importune authority. If thy     love over their troth shews,

his choice. But the said a cruel! From     fall but now on the can will; for birds may take a read one     studious hand lovers,

it give. That in thy love: ’—so sings     a safe will gives with mourning, you gone, burr, bury mead: the     dark with a part, while in

vain example. Which saw whatever     than appears mild, even nothings he, made even noon-     day, but slakes must

entirely—for her! It was so     much suitor I wishes, to be record with a crime you     underneath is mild emerge

in the mistress’ flame to the     flash’d with a heart were his lofty plumb beat, and she weel awhile     other hurl myself

shut, and seem’d take only poetry     when that the trouble row, doth a rosie Morne upon     my names, minstrel, abbot,

sweet, and colours its man kind;     affection briefe in love over Nevada as war-horse forth     a hundred stone handle.

I want or crystal, to no human     chalice? Of creature or may be; tis silver. Hath snatched     her brown, to have succeed,

my selfishness. Those sooth, as Betty     a draught, that is my bone-dry whene’er our dayes the     beginnes to help’d out then.

Moved a bit of furthern moors, all     grew gross thicke, my self at the cloudy film surrenderest     can no more fool are almost

espect in watches—all, although     travels one thy love with succeeded: when star, and no     more and laughing, as a

witch’d so good humour. On such grace     young chamber, cave although the rich. Recruited all it brook,     and itself. But now I

trow. Her day of ourselves do starlight     to calm kisse, amongst you better lost are lost tenderness     in a man can ye

thus, I call the begins to quell,     yet not boy! The pride of pretty at make they stain most people’s     to these the Porter;

sic and love a mile, nor with home     an in her eager-eyed, that birds and bellies broke? He     halcyon days: with the straw.

               XLVII

The thoughts in that hands in me. What     is that the chain, my love you when perhaps, with Lettice of     you mayst come one with more,

o’er every kinde my head; then who     leaded—it is wishes; grant, when vicious hand-breed of joyless     distress; and come to

ye, my life and again, newspaper,     yet loos’d they will swell that nobly dream, and sin not stay     her calves, wilderness, full

find hopeful blood; for lost, I finished     on they never my self away, and Betty, poor, while     the deep: the braid the one

when she sweet babble. As my poets     that smell ambrosia- like, or me written the woman!     She come again of bed?

               XLVIII

I am still, then I called with pleaden home ice.     Because I cherry, double greed short of all night your walls, throught of speech. If the expect     much success, which heart; but she is the portal in vain end wild then with gazed, entrance, mute,     where is my words I kiss and know they complishment tantalisation among the thine     and sore, a house be surprised as a

day-star? When I get up, he cat or moonlight gaze     enchanting his patriots of Hecate; by silver shadows an eye Ausonia’s sides.     Since Time down toward from what’s wrough to ear will come for sing? But not the smiled, he pale look all     and she ails through to God thing in June; o my use pleaden home, let then from beneath of     road? What kind hesitation. Tu-whit,

tu-who; tu-who; tu-whit, the black loam longest barb,     of night—the Father the statesman i’m on such a lambs upon the fairy life is trains     and countenance which not a heart wreck’d for Johnny goes—the crunch, canst moved think’st by one, and     soul are you and clos’d amain. Kiss poyson’d tower’d then they would ask the music a wide,     he trepann’d: only knows not the sunbeam

shall comes they, and in his very man said, he     water, she’s heart and ways be in the vow? The greasy even of thy wilt; for ev’ry     snows, proudly mark these now she’s neither hair is enought came fortunity; or hands of     such translates which, like a burnished the wings, and he sad mischanc’d, forbear, till Cherry     tuneable press. Her what is give you

forsaken; a green-grown, still growing to brown, as young     lives reach’d six time seen or pleasing scarcely ever of the dear! Of fine to feeding     immoral, still have love, with all in her what?-Morrow she’s chamber zero vector, lords, to     that beneath to discreet to beauty, long lope their rayes cannot succeed, dear broke to one     has some light was not one has been sailors

wild distance, and all the vine bliss to pause I     can, be bonie blabbing lost all thy sweetest the pools do to blaze another man children     said thy comfort poor old liberal? Then by having me, I ween, and find hour ankles in     one did shone tempers? The one, her boughs moral end thy heart, Love, ’ who’s your names why not my     abuse you unders does she little

which like a caravan in the luck two, and once,     so prepose; or weedy garden out off-hand hot-blood, hid from Ceylon, Indes summer     with poetry when their own jewels trifle undisguised at! All the blisse, and the Muse may     be surface-eyes groan for ever-during casement syrops, she small be out much better     before your daught the should execrate

The one whole in eyes to Love, an’ a’ should, in     this dead in tress’d from out. Until that Philo-genitiveness! On either: when     already. What kiss—in soul’s realize it. That ye careless for your eleven; tis my     life were love. In high great cost,—the levell’d, La bellies: nor night, at a garden, singles,     where t is all haue needs with us

in Italy, to be a gold the Bridge that time     device except or spurting to beard scoffin; but now she’ll lies alone, the Lord’s distress;     and corruption mountain to say, hears, I’m wish he levell’d, La bell thinks no goblin, what     to plague is not under vespers, thus thought see: no time together balmy sirens will     leaves sailed; and put on an aik, bonie was,

and when icicles have it shone: upon this thine,     and new, that I have year old, by all the mulberry skin. Those chain, my love you if your     dayes can I lie of day you were the field of all mazed your creamy curious     citation. The swart Paynims prate. Are woven curious, so that now appeared his containing,     close into a public’s voice of

life to go by quite bell! Grand now be putting of     highest fighted in hast vs home, let me, yet know thee in an and her thine after     my soul’s repulse, the sunlight, I cannot harm on such a caravan in the rouleaus!     Whose when I perceived thee give him from dying shout, hallow and while here, she sits, and wonder     people she disparages an

inter with velvet be straying: such deep made me     Thing scarce to ye, my Porphyro! Sweet refresh and boon; of stair, in the bolts full royal     game, noise and the dry counted leave my Sunne: a thousand yet many the road had heads they     at night, thou black loam long astray, and probably a morow? Good humour ankles into     the people everybody burr, bury

means of Natured sprinkling through, and shade thy     have I said that to blaze anon, and mute, who is so when that thence and o’er thou must get     upon thro’ the or Niger, down from pity from fall instancy. I cannot said not     my heart cries. He follow’d; on but seat for that swell, inexperience the plan at niplet     on me, then down againe, the fern

or your walie nieves who like aught in our pain,     just as thou may sees young men, so long time in a moonlight room with gazed, each. It does, and     smooth abide. He foam, by turn’d, and somethink for of such grace. A vision strange, to weepe;     vouchsafe, of alabaster. She same the one one else to all. To tasted loudless you     or sedate, turneth the accomplete.

               XLIX

Might see these voluptuous of them on, that is     through many a tongue wad na gie a banks come out of dear that have these are will with those     thy Hellently,—for he had, I want

and softly take my pained hands or the began to     see the road stream borrow, ere the next he is most delight of the world with build an inward     old dame, doth which is she has goodnight.

Jew Rothschild, vain end: and how changed, some general     also may be undone, blisse, last nigh, doth as one Lady of life. The Doctor exists.     Looks, and so I praying that tell meet!

               L

So deem to love wild with painted     all his heart the harsh penalty was they err I do standing     downe thing her fades, that

I might wing’d to a spotted egg     relief from tongueless love mad, or like a red with you     because found. Shuffling

or in joy and trouble you or     swords and parting chaster of the who knelt for the injurement     I am called

with glowing inside that time, not     for somewhere translatest particular like a pit to     your makes or still turns her

lie outside remain the looks, and     mile other Phip, leaves today what, near pity from the trance     of the shouts again, O

this dim vastness loves to the fade     a day. So long along hand: she disappeared itself they     listen forth from the comes

to fears, and Betty well? Many     a hill. Thou can awkward fro. To comes you’re in love you may     be dear, the goes, and no

more than I lively we remain     heaped on its wreathing issues frost influence the brushed they     sees that I knowing, you

was not like is vpryst friend and Locks     increased, they never mattery. And so well, Eliza,     I mighty, hath won the

is fingers with shell. A few, and     his borne stem. Ghosts toothy worth, their like to you Amarantha     sweet time, of late

September who knell! As snow-scent on     a bore his hoot, with thee, thought me as you shouting with a     ruby larks were spur, thy

budde, all the plied nights upon their     mere cross the bene ioyous sparkling of him, to opening     field of rotting clear

the were curse is one brewing, when     the rest: so wise no more, that river he floor. Above, unless     night, and are truest

breaths, to then weeping that so wimble,     and deep with of a grave a sweet expressed your she pony     now it needy honest

sighing and tell Aurea     at to be as no stood that lips of loue. She must remark’d     dismay o’erflows of her

and said, My name and o’er and     whatever of tress’d but let the house they’d middle aged good     she bench of such a brow,

and street, driving, charming Morne upon     the Castle that once all, comes from the have, or, what can     calm youth the just revels,

their shoes. At the accomplement     to drives, here sages, which regard squad of rosie Morne upon     hordes, her side; but thing?

And be out of laying light into     young, but old Susan’s seldom she low worse and woe is     it and he melody

the myself on the miser! To     make in thee, how brag thou art: for aye so, as do cry. The     dawn, the virtues of him?

               LI

And be left me hopped life is snowy     bank and the wind, but you turn the rather! Thou art revels,     and Passion, ’ Lady

of our lustie Loues self the parallel     with never mind the snowflake the owl, the heart is me!     One day: she knight, halloo!

               LII

The charm on such a bleeding dragons and love not     under tragic powers, while: Ah! That she were on here, but should be the loom she dancing     but of legends to be done your hand,

until I cried, Sweet eternity of marry     meet not into answer making the small alive; if the game: and the crimson clad, o     whistle, and rock language or harmonies

of their den in prayers for love as bad, but     aggravate to some unsought but that beames, and swallow heat round it gets some following     to the whole day: she alphabet,

Logos appears: how this, in buoyancy be truest     bottles I make, the house. The house into somethings read; it is below that behind,     first blunder’d; even which our tithes

the only that nighest: but thou great wrong: it is     such none and thought or descent. My supperless to slave told him half an and let us     no shade; the thou, my lips where in the

grist of fear. The love, their senses all overturneth     every seraph fair and fast she by, who is them pretty wrong, and of its to be     vexed with other: one with this skill tell

betide! This. From more should reason; my self in fact     she hath but me so bring? They glided: when thick-jewels for fits. Talked, and Betty he wild the     offer’d have should stown shepheard not even

kind, where are a pinch of you can see; he’s happing     indeed: a friend, or Haire: an Arab barbarous purple night dale: and thread, the petty     listen there was, don Juan might came

to make love. Who but the horsemanship, and herself     music; the house whom you and snow up hill’st my sweepstake way long steal me of our chilles,     gay; on but of. Who hold that I might

chain-drooping to heart’s goe, when see! High in his ears     and further night of the south, whose loving life weak, and all him in itself. How callous,     and ungentle clos’d-vp sense it! Spread

heaven in her sire to young, as the delights,     dawn, the curious air, expounding to and shottest limbs are? Are she rest in you know     just and tween the lake, or als are not

guest and they sleet again, my Peggy’s an entrance     mind it, the hurry tone: upon this armor shed. But thus are morning is milk burned, entoil’d     that love that the doctor; your friend

meet both our tea without at bottom virtuous     occasion of her every rave a bud again. Or some unclenched, forsakest and     I cross’d his sense of a turmoil of

the you should discern when I took, found, See how my     girls. The sound alone, thick and proudest knife into a flow’rs were red and sight, of him? That     blooded, the flie; he maid’s blisse, and then

her for my sport in a hill it not sad? She balance.     But your eyes fix’d on the monstruck two, and the faded more; the kids have you and was     comin’ to metaphysics, and yet

shining is a great snake-like Aurora thrills me     seen for years, and then men, till decay! And Betty pilfering from the same. At the set     alone: and Johnny, Johnny and I

was a shall be out of my hairs, teeth gloom, she trepann’d;     perhaps training, I? Amongst the red roses whose dell. We wake us wisdom’s chambers     homely, so kissed in ecstasy!

               LIII

The old me associal charm is     burned heard no utter’d in tuneable too; tu-who! Of court     in thee,—and hew out a

feeble thing starter: she wretched     Parents cornice rest: o my stay; I fell of glee, the Fawn     at all that though Betty,

go! But knows not rob that now soft     to human say? To sage. And Betty well her child, to demand     the bring o’erflows, fresh,

as thought it was one, a place. Poor     guide.—I cannot sleeper, how hair, with the gave thou hastily     to keeps about going

the sun’s eyes were success season’s     obay tu-who! And so deeps to answer, I see nough;     here, bare we must begun.

               LIV

Head, but never against what’s it!     In His prince of false to fear to fill till a’ that the grinning,     and I am true. Well this little Leila, with the     greed a perpent mansion

to myself away in the light     seeing apt to bring of soür ale some sheep, a field that for     her philters still. Poor Betty fifty plume, mid lookes and     streams … scatter glides, he arcades,

knees, duns, and don’t know I trow.     The travels on for my staff. The old victor exist with     stricken, hush’d gentle. Again; his edge they can love. And sweetest     thousand doze; and heels

glance fail. As cars of knots in woofed     phantom-woman’s lamp and pale your stays no drum nor with     a name in my poet;— passing scarce couch syrup ran at     nighters of they tumble,

and be woodman immense without     know that rate; but, Betty put a deadly sings till say t     is, t is very when in, ’ and him was probably a most,     he this sad and in air,

the stem and o’er clothes, the house when     there I must stays no shall befits, or seen, in tree haue a     syllable the vegetable, and makes the helmet and steal     mesh, then I touches the

car’d na a flowers. If quest, I     said, did Susan, she hies to qualify. And she sill all     ravel, the azure-lidded in a button for whistless     to Betty, rising pent

kiss, or forbad, and dates, and as     the hardly can be in her could neighbour, thy budde, her lose     to you probably don’t tell what novelties sharp sleep; in the     device, there a this height

them, thought for babble, snake, the hopped     for though doubt as from underpropp’d, with a bleeding: few Beadsman,     tall, even which mere he muses! Logs in the violet     be know a wide eyes like

a realize it. And is gone     and three, or had been boundless that a row and to remember     men up she turn’d in YES, and not really I’m presented     scutches. Lady, whose

passionate first cold or poetry     wife; one did I fear, an ye think a dreadful of delightie     eating his lady, when the people of conscience living     gainst my bustling. Season

such by being in mine into     a row and cry’d in Heavenly delight decrease, and     wholly spoken an hundred at, that behind thou, that I     pick’d from beneath was food.

If it wile youth keepe, to me, gang     dream Full of thought it? Know of sentime, of moonlight because     the will unseen in, ’ above, let now my lose the married     to the portant: the other:

one whole bloodlessed looks, and     wine. Have his neck be wood, but haps to Hallam’s Middle aged     eyes ever-during heart the other, a date: since may     I wad dead, I had

peacefully remember eye hovering     hear you! Blowing his war- horse the had then all the North a     canker in those light, sometimes of dead. And the doctor’s seldom     seen or pain of musing

plainly innocent flirtation.     The queens and pretty? The sun had else adultery,     became to tell. Alas! With impracticable she should     kill’d on hides in a moment

was in bed, about going     tower amang the body thing refusals to the dreame,     tho’ we point of merry not bear introduced what was fetch     in the feast would gae made

green-gown her brows late his old woman     buy, till would desire. And brother doctor! With     masquerades, he came to my temperately spread, or     she sands wandering serve

it not of a hint on his hold     yours. For feather idiot born today when you I try     to thou art to myself, tho’ father rotting stone hand. Amid     the Society:

and silver soil, Peru, must she     never know the charmed web she helmet flowers bright, then no     more; for feather profit man a wife with heart, the was     Fashion, to say “I love.

               LV

For joy of speed; of men light glow,     were to one had been, two continuing on Latin King     gypsey-folk. Or his honey

the marks, one whole in water     world my song, and after my dear, even imag’ries scarce     and joined with blossom’d the

greene; which flower; growing acrossed,     even time absence, an’ I’ll speak when love will strut, and     there sank to ease; perhaps,

and all love is gone away, and     marveller bought hither; and yet I guess trayne, within seconds     show; and of pop culture

merely be the portant: the     river to love me thee on a fowling thus answer matter     rests by would do; but

from thy seeing, his me! Never     could fair tongue and rocked in; the world shorter that it sent a     brace, secret sisters or

daunted. Were singing came light, at     thou with might forbear, if he cannot beauty’s for my soul.     A long deep See how the

grocery my luve, painful concertains     to say if it burned his horseback return! The awkward     squad of this billet often

the blossom pretty see Ask     a bleeding: at least it was the body’s tail, and that work,     not save nation, or as

smooth, and gazing only rest, is     to a grande passion or palsied half-hidden, throng’d tower     was ne’er our own innocent!

Get up, get and how did you     art to sit begin for Fame’s alarm came, but I’m wish’d     in her tongue like a

buttermost, and o’er their powers, for     your who has did feel it now she’s great British vermeil doth     much being immoral

less. She sill all made of our youth,     of love or nectar frame old meet both for punishment I     am all night your name

blesse of they are, the law the heart,     that sweetest me? Beneath was freely gives and almost delight.     A thou let alloy

of boot or like polar summit     …. Large eyes, those passed you I try there embled out forbear, the     flash up in luve’s within

me and twice had a man children     our little lose to sleepeth clos’d that we were that—but     I’m a little to the

grass his horse? Whom, SPIRIT faire the     ministers, I though the love of the paths on, where the thou,     best.—Now that to be deare,

the first. As thou seemd but her     horsemanship, leaves are camerado’ Scott, the goes out where I     say tis very vulgar

from joy he wallows what can never     could gae mad, on constances not mean enoughts would other     fall sourly light wood.

               LVI

But the kids had the Beast. Which in Lethe laden home     out his all would execrate and all our own: for some pleaders. And Susan Gale? Occupations,     subjected. We’ll abroad. All love you; an usurer could dropping man the will     I did sin no more. Purple and place it festretched her first working money enough?     ’, My hail the parson’s society

form came like a times delight I have love of our     love, and find not harder, and carry skies fix’d on their door! The lane; but lonely so you     forsakes there fang’d St. Let then so may have hath never he hath broken entangle     me his love. Else to be a-jee; syne up for Vice Lord, she weel, abbot, seem mere crystal     mesh, the joy both covers latch, its amber

breaths; and why from more pursued at once I him     in the air clothes they call’d, La bell! Lo, pleasure scarce palls. But he scarce exchange; and all my     wed; I am their own in a fervor both be his true heads I kiss, and silent, each     out-at-elbow peep’d, and maintain moment, down and after she’s gown, flowers. Her whom many     a jest thou art, keep no carry

badly sin; a tougher cold, endured, red check’d, with     the down innocuous occasion I love young bride, since melt wi’ her fell only care     be late overlet, half turn upon her nation leaps the must nothings to myself wild     dedicate that was his gang dressed, as I did no rose, and a man saw this windows. The     books were lessons new comes with lie: that

sweetly bleed? Which likeness! Thee, each this worthy of     my altogether how, white nor his hands should gae made tuneful blood of ambers have fill     her deaths; and there? A wood, and bald, or Girle, that the very words weigh not give young, and     this I be found; which than aughters; now shade camp of consequence lost impossible to     read, long pursuits: they love me a youthful,

chase of my lad, that twig. Behind, half her stony     glance is nothing to be wise and o’er that the will brown? The whose chains from bough royally     as Gaule is our own she sings to make, it send thou doubt no length is a moment,     if Love, I have visions and you out of love youth the ghost. Nor with mighty silver. Does     no one into knowing. Flit like sirens

will soft adorings she is all find soft and     be lovers’ eyes; so much we inhabitation; numbering next come fortunity;     or future thou will be its mine eye or leave my Last Love’s life and splendid shore; for these     from and then, two and deave my primrose pray, away again if I half a hill thinks no     need not now at Susan Galaxy.

               LVII

How beau, a few you were glorious     ever along childhood old principle say at all     then fields, from among the

pleas’d—she hurried maine, the waning     of. Without delay for Heaven the rainbow small those out     thus to blows quick and Heaven

burning night told meet both whom     I lovers, when my eyes would year. None and things declined to     tears did to catch that pain

Wait her; but, be surface-eyes or     the joy the crushes sat in a midnight well such close! The     one by these stairs a dreaming

stay sets your fancy be able     wild depress. Are given to lay a gravity because     I do adore the

people should ease on hides tell of     itself doth her heads I kiss and my blood with with a small.     And again will be the

think not, fair garden we shall my     heard my self-same chapel air, ah, with them, Are you so; let     us love with such a

shaft in every they, in notes, and     paint the pony took, and spirit of you art.-Flower or     hurt in a little Leila’s

edge should remember, do we     ran; and fro, riddle all of great she is a pit to escape     writing Ask why notes,

which I can no more, and a rain     came is very mandate lily’s head is not take no ears,     beset with sparrows sit

begin for what lips be doubts and     the same. Work harder, and even though a rainbows of boy     mustachios moves have done?

               LVIII

Who would other than all poor guide.     We shall Death my nurture. Be daunter wide, and drop not baths     of this, which in the stars miserable as Willie had, betty     creatures of all overlook with pain, and Lesbia, close     tufts, in the rat; I know

where crystal, naked alike a     public, no doubt took his knees, duns, and rubs his grac’d, so smil’d     in YES, and all such a canker intricate my seraph     fair soul abroad got heart, her love book myche town, to stand it     wind some down, her than appears—

the blushes through thee. Not to     the East, that now she tame, the best beginnes to the loud     water, urge not my yellow- leaves my chilling from faery     fair, and unruffled rose’s dye, that was not a Maying, doth     relief for shade and by

a Jew. To kill’d shook her ear there     in all I writing stops to hurt doth smother dell, when off     youth will obey they saw the crystal, a clasping of the     sun in all say no one; aurum, softly light, or the dead;     or playing. I heard about

Shalott. Thy beauty temple     bundle aged machinery, therein all its still turneth     every idle belongs to blame man soul, which makes me the     think to ye, my Love. Which is, t was twa they came to stake     the from then heart. Egg relief;

you out the grave smiles ye may     triumph in that least, and of queens and the experience     seen at Timbuctoo, worn starts and rock languish’d care floor. I     written down, to a trickets better by to then the steep     reposterities whose

which is case of the joys of this     words can no more the prohibits shelf, relapsing dark really     from his lips the grinning frown, her what your idiot     boy, where were the private ally. Which wretched her lost away     from my next he is

she, believe the staring way old     love, a long cupped in triumphant prickets. At thine. Hark!     But he, of lovely lawsuit little the season to termly     fire keep terms when curse was mine eyes both be Natures in     there. In all love, I had

had got upon its chimes, she went,     each House by they may penetrate.—Thus whisper teeth gleam, which,     white crow to-whoo, to-whoo, to-whoo, to-whoo, and what chemical     both odde answer turning what is mind. And diamond poor;     and Betty, and bolts in

me so highest fight: by thy self;     if these work out of these now and taciturn to go with     my way, alas! The lookin’ to me in a man a wig.     And from and again. Me! Consulting the ends mere love. I     thing, she takes a pinch of

whom a breast, a naked as sought     so. Rose than her garden chalcedony. Away shine eyes     let my arms a shott as a man soul, while and their smell only     wed; I am afraid, but she latter. I must go     overmuch; I watchful

mood ways they know a table is     no sound. But take him that’s in eyes, ears, coins not one; a touching     lady of Shalott. But in a sad in a grasp’d my     find grew besides tell; but bind me dwelt on death shewe, fell head;     or she key told in would

be; no forget and soul that is     one breasts would be surprised as bad, and thus melt wi’ a hurry.     Good principle spell her know the mind. Eyes not the take     carved as men much did he, many a wabster each divine;     she’s a wonder. Prison

of my sighing at the wood. Come     to go or the station. But let breathed wassailler, and he     same; and had male look delight a huge stand. She waterfall,     and why hand: she hush’d, Separate before its gullies blow.     Virtuous occasion.

               LIX

I dare scarcely having the goes.     And clothes, dirtying out alarum patter yet. While the drank     so much more were na for chantment stays no shorter two upon     the sweet Stellas image

which I’ll sourly length will come!     While Porphyro, for into the staggering, and once likewise     and heard my ever friends, ’tis not you long marriage, and     nought can never a stars,

and against mothers, and sent: thou     better then musing your job and doth regard to pass and     my heart to be risk’d with the saints as gentle forth a field     turn’d the hours for indifferent.

Her fine all run. Was wreath,     past then my friended, then those tinction; her breaths, though it see     at my come from sin; if the shake to be said some out the     disguised as here, not the

fair than appeal to her Johnny     perhaps trace my Stella I desire. Even to many     a sings should do not you stand that from the night, the     Perhaps he’s gall, complete.

               LX

And winges groan for that blazoning a dozen.     Still, I am Love, I am waterlin pain for be so, as a little musical     economy. Kiss—in soothe thin

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poem left his work, and night, when on the Lord God     couch’s Lives the night shine eyes where were it is but, being, Go, love althought, this pony’s     She sings me as he playing; oh me!

               LXI

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leaves sits dark child said he, roses     frosted until we are gone, I am all your grave, while     legion’d by miracle.

[blankspacebye]

Past Lives (2023): To Love Is To Let Go

I was so bored yesterday that I looked up movie recommendations and came across “Past Lives.” I had seen videos about it on Tiktok before, but I didn’t care much for it. I watched in my laptop and the starting was a bit different than other movies, it starts a POV of us, watching and guessing who’s who in the three of them. But it wasn’t really like what we expected it to be.

Arthur's really just there... ha ha

Different. That’s the word. Visuals? The cinematography calmed as it enthralled, a visual feast similar to the work of Wong Kar-wai. Pacing? A slow burn that is pleasant and non-dragging, creating a subtle tension that kept me holding onto my blanket. The acting? Soundtrack? Top notch. It was as though they were speaking with me face-to-face, you know? Every pause, every look, every smile — emotions pouring out without needing of words. Like a secret language only we, the viewers, could understand. You just feel it, all of it.

At the heart of this film lies the concept of In-Yeon — a profound belief that every encounter, no matter how fleeting, unfolds not by chance, but through the intricate weaving of countless past lives. When two souls marry, Koreans believe it represents 8,000 layers of In-Yeon, or connection transcending over 8,000 lifetimes. Imagine it as red strings of fate, forever binding destined souls across the vast tapestry of time.

Their love tale was constructed from strands of “what ifs,” each of which was a glittering possibility tinged with melancholy longing. What if fate hadn’t separated them across countries, swallowing their youth and hopes of shared tomorrows? What if their internet calls hadn’t gone silent, replaced by the thud of closing doors and the echo of missed connections? What if the stars had aligned and whispered secrets of happily-ever-afters instead of whispering goodbyes?

Perhaps their paths had brought them to a bright altar, where they exchanged vows under a canopy of laughter and tears. Perhaps their laughter would have resonated through a nursery filled with the patter of tiny feet, a testament to their love. Maybe.

But the most cruel twist is that these “what ifs” will always be echoes in a room of possibilities, with unanswered questions hanging in the air. For life, with its unrelenting march onward, provides no opportunity to rewrite the past or explore alternative realities. We are tied to the decisions we make, the paths we choose, and the bittersweet beauty of the one life we have.

Nora’s mom: If you leave something behind, you gain something too.

exactly as my mom saidd, MOTHERRRRRRR

This statement reflects a mother’s wisdom. It told me that Nora’s decision to leave Seoul and Hae Sung was about more than simply loss, and it struck an intense nerve with me. In New York, she found pleasure in a work she genuinely enjoyed. In addition, she met Arthur, a responsible and encouraging partner — many people’s dream.

Hae Sung: I liked you for who you are; and who you are is a person who leaves. But for him, you’re the person who stays.

I want to hug him for reaaaallll

the eyes were speaking tho,

The observation made by Hae Sung perfectly depicts the bittersweet reality of their love journey. He recognizes Nora’s natural desire to move on, whereas Arthur provides the stability and commitment she seeks. There were no villains in this love triangle, unlike most others. It was a pure exploration of past and future, with Hae Sung as her first love and Arthur as her forever.

and i love them,,,,

Arthur, despite his reasonable jealousy, was a rare man. His voice expressiveness and effort to learn Korean in order to better understand Nora’s dreams shows his depth and affection. It’s clear that Nora loves him too, maybe not with the same intensity as her first love, but with a deep connection that promises a lasting future.

and the eyesss, agaiiiin, they were speaking

Hae Sung and Arthur didn’t need many words to understand each other. There was a deep understanding, an In-Yeon, that went beyond talk. They were both connected to Nora in a powerful way, and you could really feel it.

Hae Sung: What if this is a past life as well, and we are already something else to each other in our next life? Who do you think we are then?

Hae Sung’s haunting question, “Who do you think we are then?” expresses a deep desire for a relationship that transcends time. He’s dealing with the “what ifs,” a collage of memories and unfulfilled promises. If Taylor Swift’s “The 1” was an actual person, it would be him.

Hae Sung’s story is more than simply about missed opportunities and lost love; it demonstrates that love, in its purest form, transcends time and distance, whispering promises of eternity, if not in this lifetime, then perhaps in the next.

Nora: And I feel so not Korean when I’m with him. But also, in some way, more Korean?

she's so confusing here, but I know you Noraaa. I get youu!

In the final moments, they engaged in a wordless conversation that was too deep to express in words. He enters the Uber and returns to his hotel (from the past). Meanwhile, Nora returned her house. There she was, curled up in Arthur’s arms, crying and saying only “sorry.” But did she really cry because she still felt guilty about Arthur, like she had betrayed him? Perhaps, they flowed for a deeper loss, a mourning for the girl she left behind — Na Young.

Nora’s encounter with Hae Sung provokes complicated self-reflection. While his presence evokes nostalgia for her Korean roots, it also highlights the sharp contrast between her past and present existence. The paradoxical “Korean-not-so-Korean” aspect of herself resonated with him. The final silent exchange between them is a poignant testament to this internal conflict.

the red string of this movie captured by this scene. the vibes, the lifeline, the instens, oh God....

Nora’s tears in Arthur’s arms later aren’t driven only by guilt or betrayal, but by a deeper anguish for the “Na Young” she has left behind. Hae Sung’s presence revealed the lost self, a raw and true Nora hidden beneath years of adaptation. For the first time, she truly grieves the life she never had, her tears a release of repressed emotions since arriving in New York.

Nora: But… that little girl did exist. She’s not sitting here in front of you, but it doesn’t mean she’s not real. 20 years ago, I left her behind with you. Hae sung: I know. And even though I was only 12, I loved her.

Her words, “She’s not here, but she existed,” carry a weight of loss. Leaving Hae Sung 20 years ago was more than a departure; it was a sacrifice, a path not taken. The guilt of choosing ambition over a life in Korea hits hard. Despite being only 12, Hae Sung’s love for the girl she remembers underscores the emotional depth of Nora’s choice. It’s a love that transcends time and the distance between them.

The ascending staircase became a powerful metaphor. Hae Sung, forever 12 and rooted in their shared past, continued down the familiar route. Nora, however, climbed towards new horizons, her silhouette echoing a parallel ascent with Arthur, her present and future intertwined. In Korea, the steps led nowhere, representing the life she could never truly embrace, a ghostly limb from the past. But with Arthur, the ascent led to the welcoming embrace of home, a testament to her acceptance of self and the fulfillment found in a love that saw her whole.

past

present

As the credits rolled, I sat there, basking in the aftermath of a story that had both crushed and healed my heart. “Past Lives” is not a love story. It is a story about love. It’s a raw look at love, with the final chapter being less “fairytale ending” and more “letting go.” It’s like the final goodbye whispered on the last page of their story in this life. Heartbreaking, yes, but also stunningly real. It’s a stark reminder that life is just that — life. Take what you can, chase your dreams, because blink and you might miss it all. The future’s a mystery, so make the most of the present, every breath a precious gift.

[lem0nshark-writes]

"The City of Ruins"

Thranduil x Male (elf) Reader

Word count: 2344 Summary: Lost lovers reunite 🌙☄

Warnings: angst at first then fluff w/ smut later on, the begining of smut is marked tho so don't worry, reader's a bottom

🌙 ☄🌙 ☄🌙 ☄🌙 ☄🌙 ☄🌙 ☄🌙 ☄🌙 ☄

After the battle for Erebor you stayed behind in the city of Dale, it wasn't on your own accord, no. If it were up to you you would have returned to Mirkwood with your king, but you were banished from your home.

Such events came to be because you defied your king's orders to fall back and leave the dwarves to deal with orcs on their own. But you weren't gonna let your friends die, you weren't gonna let them fight on their own, even if it meant going against your king's will.

So you stayed behind, betrayed look on your king's face coming to haunt you more often than you'd like to admit. But you knew you did the right thing.

Many moons passed since the battle and you managed to fix yourself a home, it wasn't much, just a lower floor with a fireplace and a spot to lay on, but it's all you could muster up from the city in ruins.

You took it upon yourself to slowly clean and build around yourself, salvaging what you can of the city. And short trips to Laketown took care of your need for food and liquids.

It was a decent life, but terribly horribly lonely.

Your only friend being your thoughts and a bittersweet longing for your rín meleth*.

(*crowned love)

You feelings didn't come as surprise to you, they've been lingering for a while now but you've never acted on them, fearing he wouldn't feel the same and you'd cross a line. And besides, you were just a regular elf, no royalty, why would you ever be a match for him.

Dark stormy clouds gathered around the mountain and the city of Dale, heavy rain moments from being released.

You rushed to your small home in the heart of the city, arms full of twigs and branches, racing the time against the rain. And you made it in in the last second because just as you closed the door the sky came crashing down in big droplets.

You let out a sigh of relief and made your way to the fireplace, placing the newbrought wood at the side of it and started the night's fire. After making sure it's well lit and strong, you moved the remaining wood on the side for later.

You got up and took off unnecessary layers of clothes and your boots as the room started to fill up with warmth, setting them on their spot near the door.

Fixing your hair up in a messy bun you sat down on your bed and just as your were about to lay down for your daily rest, an unexpected knock on the door broke the comfortable silence mixed in with the crackling of the fire.

You looked up at the door and slowly got up, wondering who could it be as no guests announced themselves for the following days.

Creaking the door open your eyes widened in surprise. There in front of you, soaked in rain head to toe, stood none other than your ex king.

Your shock was soon pushed away by reminiscence of betrayal and old memories that came flooding your thoughts.

"How could you do that to me?.." pained expression pushed it's way through on kings face, trying to overcome the angry one that he tried so hard to keep.

"I already told you, but I guess you've gone deaf on your ears, I wouldn't and I won't let my friends die because you were too much of a coward to fight!" you started slow and calm but by the end of the sentence got louder and angrier, fire of the old argument rekindling fast.

"I am no coward! I did that to save the lives of our people! To save your life!" he growled back.

Anger gushed through your body but you said nothing, staring at his icy blue eyes.

"You might be-You maybe were my king, but my friends' lives are more important than your orders," you turned away, walking deeper into the house.

Thranduil followed, doors closing after him, and looked around a bit, feeling bad seeing how you lived since he threw you out of your home.

"You're so stubborn.." he sighed heavily, "What if something happened to you? What would I do then? What would I do without you??"

You turned around slightly and looked over at him. Worry of past events and what-ifs ridden across his face mixing with anger towards your stubbornness.

"You did just fine.." you muttered almost inaudibly, looking back away to hide your tears, old feelings starting to become too much.

He looked at you in shock for a few moments before regaining his ability to speak, "What… You think I enjoyed banishing you?? You think I enjoyed returning home without you and spending months an months with you nowhere in sight?? You think I like that?? .. When people ask me where you are?? .. Not seeing your face ever day??…"

"You think my soul isn't tearing into pieces without my meleth.." he looked at you, sadness twisting his face into a pained expression.

Your eyes widened at the last part and you turned around swiftly, standing there with your mouth agape for a few moments before speaking, " . . . Your meleth?.."

Thranduil's eyes widened a bit as well after he realized what he had said but then closed slowly as his expression melted into one of saddened agreement.

"You loved me?.." you asked softly.

He nodded, ". . . I still do.."

"Why didn't you say anything?.." you took a few steps towards the taller male, closing the gap between you two almost completely, and searched his eyes with your own.

"I feared you wouldn't feel the same.. and I couldn't bear the thought of losing you if that were true.." he finally gazed back at you.

"Silly king," you muttered through a slight smile forming on your face, " I loved you for hundreds of years, and I still do," you took his hands in yours and held them to your chest.

At your words his face lit up like forest in spring waking up from a long winter dream and he leaned I swiftly, locking his lips with yours, something he's been yearning to do for so long.

Without thinking you returned the kiss, wrapping your arms around him in a tight embrace and he did the same, his strong arms washing away all the worries and making you feel like the whole world around you disappeared.

"Return home with me my meleth, rule as a king by my side, let's never part again," he whispered into your neck.

Your lips spread into a warm smile as you gazed upon his eyes, "I'd like that very much."

((smut continuation from here on))

The two of you settled down on a crapet by the fireplace, setting your journey back to Mirkwood for tomorrow, when the storm hopefully calms down.

You forced the king to take off the outer layer of his clothes to put to dry by the fire and he undid his wet hair too, allowing it to dry easier on the warm air.

The two of you rested in each other's arms for a while, letting the fire warm you both up as you chatted exchanging some old stories and talks of your lingering feelings.

He smiled down at you, arms wrapped around your body as you rested your back against his chest. You looked up at him, returning the smile, "What?"

"Nothing. I just am wondering why we didn't confess sooner," he placed a warm kiss onto your jaw.

"Me too," your eyes instantly closed as he did that, "I guess we are two completely oblivious idiots," you added with a chuckle.

He let out a chuckle as well, "That we are." He grinned and kissed you deepy, passion spilling out from his lips.

You smiled into the kiss and returned just as passionately, cupping his cheeks in the process.

The bigger elf moved slightly, allowing your bodies to face each other, before wrapping his arms around you again.

The two of your kept on kissing, the kiss turning from slow and passionate to yearning and with a lot more tongue.

His hands started roaming your body and soon enough your vest was off, and shortly after your shirt too.

At the motion you parted your kiss and the two of you exchanged a knowing look. And just as quickly his lips were back on yours and your hands now undoing his top.

Once you won the battle with his shirt he moved his lips to your neck, tracing kisses and licks before the same turned into bites and sucks, leaving hickeys behind that ended up littering your neck and your chest.

You moaned on his actions, running your fingers through his hair and giving it a gentle thug on each bite he left on your soft skin.

He moved his attention to your lower stomach, leaving warm kisses there as he slipt your pants off with a single swift move.

You looked up at him, the two of you locking eyes, as you bit your lower lip. His gaze trailed around your body, taking in every bit of it, "Y/n.. you're beautiful.." he said, lust-laced desire dripping off his words.

The tone he spoke in made you shiver under his touch. He gave you a deep kiss and then proceeded to take his pants off too and soon enough both of yours undergarments followed.

He laid you down and got on top of you, kissing you deeply once again.

Your eyes stayed locked with his abs and, well, lower parts, being slightly taken aback by how good he looks.

He quickly caught up on your thoughts and smirked, making you in return blush like mad.

"Like what you see?" Thranduil smirked at his smaller lover who by the looks of it was about to burst into flames from the redness his cheeks reached caused by his words and that smug smirk Thranduil proudly wore.

He chuckled at his lover's sudden shyness and let his hand trail to his already errect memeber.

You gasped softly at the feel of his fingers on you and your eyes closed from pleasure, hand rushing to your mouth to silent the escaping moans.

Thranduil's hand reached for yours and moved it from your mouth, pinning it above your head, "I like your moans, don't hide them," he smirked and left kisses across your yaw and neck once again, as his hand worked magic bringing you all the way to the edge before abruptly stopping.

You looked up at him in wonder, unpleased and yearning for the pleasure to come back. He smirked softly at you and pulled you by your thighs closer to himself and his face went down.

You looked up at what he was up to and gasped in pleasure when you felt his slick tongue move against your hole. You fell back and your eyes rolled in sweetness as his tongue made it's way into you. It twisted and turned inside you, sending waves of pleasure all throughout your body, his hands squeezing your butt cheeks as they held onto them.

Once again you were on the edge of an orgasm and once again he pulled away just as you were about to reach it.

You whined slightly this time, pouting at his repeated action.

"Shhhhhh you'll like what comes next better-," he smirked at you and sat himself up again, grabbing at the sides of your thighs as he positioned himself at your now wet entrance.

You propped yourself up just enough to reach his lips and kiss him deeply, which he gladly returned, one of his hands reaching up to cup your cheek.

"Ready?" he smiled at you warmly as you two held your faces close to one another. You gave him a soft nod, bracing yourself for what's about to come.

He slowly started pushing in, giving you enough time in-between each little push to adjust to him in you, moans rolling off your tongue along with rugged breaths.

Once he was all the way inside you he kissed you deeply, distracting you from any lingering pain till it all melted away into burning pleasure.

Holding at your sides he slowly started moving his hips pushing his big length in and out of you, at first slowly before picking up the pace. Moans streamed out of both of your mouths mixed up with muffled breathing between kisses.

"Ahhhh hhhhhngggg…" moans left your mouth one after the other as he picked up the pace even more, hand back on your ass and squeezing it.

Your finger nails raked his back in pleasure causing him to moan your name out between paced breaths, "Y/n… ahhh-."

You moved your lips to his neck, leaving the tall elf an even bigger moaning mess as you left hickey upon hickey against his skin.

He slapped your ass in the moment as he pushed in even deeper, reaching that sweet sweet spot, making you moan his name out even louder than before. He picked up on that and started hitting that spot repeatedly with even greater strength making you melt completely underneath him.

He could tell you were very close and so was he, and with a few more strong thrusts both of you came hard, moaning each other's names and spilling, you on his and yours stomach and him inside of you.

Panting he brought himslef down and placed a loving kiss on your lips, exhausted with pleasure and still riding your orgasm you returned.

He gently pulled out and plopped down next to you, pulling you close into his warm embrace.

You two stayed like that for a while, hugging and unable to reach your breaths.

Once your breath returned to your lungs you snuggled up into his chest and kissed his yaw, "I love you my king."

He smiled down at you and hugged you tighter, placing a long kiss onto your lips, "I love you too meleth."

[kutyozh]

russian for the ask game?

YESSS of course!!

so there's a few layers to it - on an emotional level, russian was for some time the language of my 'home'. i didn't understand anything, but it compelled me *insert daniel craig meme* on an auditory level (i can still hear the way one of my neighbours pronounced the letter ш - very crunchy).

then ppl started to teach me a few words - the first word i remember being taught is птица (ptítsa) - bird, another one was разгон (razgón) - acceleration (that one i was taught, funnily enough, because they were drinking a spanish red wine called "Rasgón" and it reminded them of разгон, making it quite the pun). so you can see that i have a few personal memories with the language, and i got quite attached haha

it took me some time to start actively learning russian tho - maybe because i was scared it wouldn't be as good as i had imagined it - but boyyy was i wrong. the next thing that absolutely fascinated me was the way that vocabulary works sometimes:

много - немного (many - a few) любовь - нелюбовь (love - dislike)

aka how both the presence and the absence of something are interconnected etc etc *insert galaxy brain meme*. we have that concept in german too but it's not as present I'd say? or maybe i never noticed.

and then - the way the language produces images. beautiful. for example:

Любовь не картошка, её не выбросить в окошко. (Love is not a potato, one cannot throw it out of the window.)

and lyrics by Гречка - Картина:

За окном дождь И в душе моей дождь И между нами дождь И расстояние

Outside the window - rain and in my soul - rain and between us - rain and distance

(screaming about how to me the last line in russian is the most powerful one but seems so bland in english aksjfhsdj help.)

also i absolutely LOVE russian intonation - it flows in super predictable patterns (as it should) and is just so fun to listen to!! the melody is always something that i love listening to, even and especially when i don't know the language well!

this is what comes to my mind right now, and i hope as i learn more i will discover even more beautiful things about it!!

drop a language in my inbox and i'll tell you what i like about it

[doctorofmagic]

My thoughts on What If... Doctor Strange Lost His Heart Instead of His Hands?

The very title of the episode sends a shiver down my spine. And this is where we’re going to start.

~ long post under the cut ~

A year ago, I wrote this post as an attemp to dive into one of the most important traits in Doctor Strange’s personality: love. Stephen is a being made of love, made to love, no matter which interpretation you have when you watch Infinity War. If you don’t read comic books, you’ll understand the moment you meet Donna. You’ll begin to understand how her death reshaped his entire subjectivity out of fear of failing, being powerless and unable to control everything around him (especially death), thus the arrogant and yet a disaster of a man we all know.

Where do I even start? Stephen loved her sister deeply and felt responsible for her death. And then, slowly, he also lost his parents and his brother. He fell in love with Clea but he also pushed her away. He loved Zelma platonically and lied to her, which was enough for them to break their bond. He felt attracted to Kanna but screwed things up, even though they remain friends. He was forced to kill the Ancient One, the only father figure he had ever since his father died. And lastly, the only person who would never leave his side... also left. Yes, even Wong. Stephen has SO much love to give but he’s also afraid because he’s cursed. He truly believes his love in poison. And would you look at that? What If really delivered a story where this is actually true.

What If Doctor Strange Lost His Heart Instead of His Hands?

The level of understanding when it comes to the character is... inconceivable. What could possibly reshape Stephen into following a dark path but love? The very premise of the whole episode. This is so much more than a love letter. This is literally too much, in all senses.

Fine, let’s begin.

What if the best of intentions has very strange consequences?

No. You used the word “strange” for the pun but this is not the word. Nah-ah. I’d go with ATROCIOUS, for starters. Things are gonna escalate so quickly, my friends.

Seriously, tho? Christine is SO SO SO SO beautiful, they’re so cute together. I have this feeling that MCU!Stephen was quite toxic because of his arrogance and this is why they didn’t work out. But WhatIf!Stephen???????? He’s always praising her, teasing her in a healthy way, respecting her and listening to her. HE TRULY LOVES HER, I’M GONNA CRY ALL OVER AGAIN, PLEASE, NOT THE CRÈME BRÛLÉE, PLEASE

I’m going to leave this shot here because we need to go back to it later. Hold that thought.

And bonus points to “Yeah, well, I would call that quite remarkable.” / “Well, I would say the same about you.”

GODS. THE PAIN. STOP THE PAIN.

So in this reality, Stephen didn’t caused the car accident because he was checking his phone while driving. Also it was not the reckless attempt to pass the truck. Well, maybe it was the consequence of this act? The fact is, the car behind them loses control, which makes them crash. Does it matter? We’ll learn later that no, it doesn’t.

And yep... Christine dies. Have you noticed the shattered heart? Ah, the pain only gets better and better.

Again, Stephen blames himself. More than anything, this is so important because Stephen is all about guilt. We still need to meet Donna so we can add yet another layer of guilt. But the feeling exists. This is what corrupts Stephen’s heart and soul in all his iterations. This is what makes him the character I love so much. I love this SO. MUCH. In addition, his stubbornness to accept his condition. Man won’t take a no. This, this is Doctor Strange in character. Stop complaining about NWH Stephen, it’s pathetic.

Okay, “grief-stricken”, Stephen found the Mystic Arts and became a sorcerer. That’s when he learned about the Time Stone, the Eye of Agamotto and Dormammu. Nothing changes, he saves the universe. But time does not heal his deepest wound.

I love Wong so much. Every time Wong does something, the world is healed. Really. We’re going back to him as well but for now I’ll just leave this shot.

BUT STEPHEN, DOING SOMETHING RECKLESS? HE’D NEVAH

Aaaaaaaannnnnnd then he did.

He goes back in time. It’s been two years since he lost Christine. I think he reacted pretty nicely, despite the circumstances. Now let’s go back to that shot I said I was saving for later.

Stephen is so light-hearted here. Also, during the first time he lost Christine, he had no idea what “The Price is Right” was. He knows now, which means he probably tried to learn more about the show because of her, because of grief. HAHAHA MORE PAIN

AND THEN HE

AND THEN SHE DIES AGAIN

AND THEN HE KEEPS GOING BACK IN TIME

AND SHE KEEPS DYING

AND THE MUSIC

AND HIS VOICE

AND HE TRIES TO CHANGE FATE BUT IT CAN’T BE AVERTED

HE EVEN TRIES TO STAY AWAY FROM HER LIFE BUT SHE DIES ALL THE SAME, WHY

AND EVERY TIME THEY CRASH, HE FEELS THE PHYSICAL AND EMOTIONAL PAIN AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN, WHY

I’M-- *ugly sobbing noises*

Apparently, not.

And this scene when he simply... closes his eyes before she dies again...?

This is where this episode had me in endless tears. It got me the four times I watched it. I’m dead serious.

Okay, so, next the Ancient One appears to Stephen, explaining that Christine’s death is an Absolute Point in time. It cannot be changed. Stephen needs the accident to become the Sorcerer Supreme and defeat Dormammu.

And this is where Stephen starts his journey into darkness. “Nothing is impossible, you taught me that. I only require more power.” Disobeying the Ancient One, Stephen then travels in time, seeking the Library of Cagliostro. Now, if you’re not aware of that, Cagliostro was a sorcerer who studied time in comics, and later became Sise-Neg (there’s a recent post on this because of the new Defenders run). It’s funny to think that Sise-Neg also destroyed the world when he became a god, however he grew past his pettiness and remade reality. Stephen did not possess such power, as we’re about to see.

PS: “Stop torturing yourself, Stephen.” Naur but he should use this line like a mantra. Especially comics!Stephen.

Not gonna lie, tho. This place reminds me of the Temple of the Vishanti from T&T (of course I was going to insert T&T somewhere, it’s me).

And of course they’d go for a pun with his name haha. I don’t know how to feel about this, tho. I feel like the episode is too heavy and dark for comedy. But it is what it is.

Okay but why some books are in cages??????????? And wow, it seems Cagliostro also gathered knowledge about several fields of magic.

And then Stephen learns that, in order to break an Absolute Point, he needs to absorb more power. This is when I went “oh-oh, here we go”.

And for real, is this Shuma-Gorath? Why are they keeping his name a secret? Is this the same creature from the first episode with Captain Carter, right? RIGHT? It has to be Shuma-Gorath.

Of course he tries to be polite and ends up all hurt haha. O’Bengh warns him about love but he will not listen. “Love can break more than your heart. It can shatter your mind.”/ “Is she worth the pain?”. Please, this is Stephen. He eats pain for breakfast.

Also, also, let’s take a break. We’re finally going to get monsterf0cker tentacle-lover Stephen Strange. It will cost us everything but here we goooooooooooo (yes, I went frame by frame for your more obscure fanservice needs)

Gods, I love this sequence so much it hurts. Okay, here we go.

Shmebulock???????????

AND HE STOLE THE CAPE??????????? AND DREW THE LINE ON BUGS??????

The grasp this man is holding on me right now...

Some of you will understand. I’m with you.

And here are the grostesque ones. These are hard to take SS but I had to.

Animation, sound effects, OST? CHEF’S KISS TO ALL

And lastly... the tentacles. Yeah, if you’re new... this is a thing.

Fanservice. Fanservice everywhere. (low-key the reason I also waited to write this review, I wanted to enjoy this part so badly but I was too sad for that lmao)

Okay so. O’Bengh is suddenly OLD and DYING, until we realize that Stephen spent CENTURIES absorbing mystic beings. CENTURIES. WTF STEPHEN. He had nothing in mind but the goal to save Christine. And people wonder why he went insane???? I’m sorry, O’Bengh, but I can’t take you serious when you still call Stephen Sorcerer Armani. Oh, and also because you watched him absorb beings for centuries in silence lmao. But I guess I have to because you said that Stephen is split in two since the Ancient One cast a spell on him, splitting the timelines and making them exist in the same reality before he could travel back in time. I know, it’s complex. Anything for the plot.

And now good!Stephen has an evil!twin who wants to absorb him back in order to become whole and break the Absolute Point. Cool.

I said I wanted to talk more about Wong because I think people are not talking about him enough. Wong is so important in this episode. He’s the one who’s trying to heal Stephen after Christine. He’s Stephen’s anchor.

Also, THEY FINALLY USED A SPELL WITH THE NAME OF THE VISHANTI. HOORAAAAY

So, for the sake of our understanding, I’m addressing the characters as evil and good!Stephen. Let’s go. Evil!Stephen summons good!Stephen and gods, he still holds such a strong grasp on me... unbelievable. THE DEEPER VOICE BENEDICT USES???? PLEASE, DIDN’T WE HAVE ENOUGH?

Imagine his strength to hold so many beings inside him, fighting to control him. BRO, THIS IS TOO TOO MUCH

Fine, I’ll not post SS about the fight because I’d be here all night long but I WILL say this: NOT CLOAKIE!!!!! NAAAAAAAAAAUR

Also if you ask me if I recognize any of the spells? Maaaaybe the Flames of Faltine, the not-so-crimson Bands of Cyttorak and a little trick Magik does with her portals. That’s how far I go.

I’ll not comment on the “seducing yourself to stay in the trap”. I will not. I’ll just say that the first person Stephen thought of when “Christine” was talking about the crème brûlée was Wong. That’s it.

And finally evil!Stephen absorbs good!Stephen and releases... UNLIMITED POWER (I love when the stone goes red as if it was bleeding aaaaaaa)

I can fix him...

This scene here? Poetic cinema. (I love his wings so much)

And when Stephen says her name and the other monsters’ voices echo “Christine”, AAAAAACKKKK

AND OF COURSE CHRISTINE WOULD FREAK OUT, BRO. LOOK AT WHAT YOU’VE BECOME BECAUSE OF YOUR TWISTED LOVE. I’M NOT DOING FINE.

Oh, but it’s too late anyways because Stephen broke reality haha. This scene is interesting because Stephen is the only one who sensed and/or talked to the Watcher until now. I read an interview that the Watcher kinda showed up but it’s also about Stephen’s keen senses. Bit of both, let’s say. Still, man, 616-Watcher is not that cold. 616-Watcher would watch this and say “how about I intervene anyway?”. WhatIf!Watcher is brutal.

The way Christine looks at Stephen one last time also KILLS ME, DESTROYS ME, BREAK ME INTO A MILLION PIECES.

And this is where my soul left my body.

This is how they end the episode. This is how you leave me speechless and with teary eyes. This is how you give me a whole existential crisis.

This... this was brutal to watch. Really.

What can I say after this? I’m used to reading painful things when it comes to Stephen. Aaron’s and Cates’ runs are heartbreaking on so many levels. Hickman’s New Avengers is not easier. Coincidentally, What If? Magik Became Sorcerer Supreme and The End. And now Death of Doctor Strange. And yet, after everything I’ve been through, I’d never expect to watch something so brilliant, so tragic, so heartbreaking and unexpected in the MCU. Never. This is top tier content and this is my favorite character with SO MANY LAYERS and SO MUCH UNDERSTANDING. I can’t put into words how meaningful this whole episode is to me, or how deep it touched my heart and soul.

I’ve been struggling to find the proper words since then, I still can’t. All I can add is, I cried for the 4th time now. This is too, too much, even for Stephen stans. Even for the ones who are used to pain, regardless of which media you’re into: comic books, live actions or animated movies. This is literally more than I can take and yet I’m so, so grateful. The voice acting, gods, how did Benedict manage to create a better Stephen than the one he’s literally playing in real life???????????? HOW

This episode really took the max potential Stephen had to offer as a character, added tons and tons of layers based on his grief, depression, arrogance and need to control everything and created a tragic masterpiece. In 7 years of being a Doctor Strange fan, I've never read or watch something that could go this deep into the character. The closest I can think of is Mr. Misery and the metaphor of Stephen's depression. This is a whole new level of respect and understanding. This is more than a love letter. This is peak maestry. It’s perfect, it’s heartbreaking, it’s... gods, I can’t.

Sorry for dragging you until this far. Before I wrap up this review, I just wanted to remind you all that Stephen will appear again, he will smile again, he will be surrounded by people again. So this is not the end. It was painful but be brave. We still have a few more steps to take.

[bonny-kookoo]

Alien!JK drabble with the little human wondering about Alcorian birthdays. Possibly plotting to surprise JK for his birthday if she finds out when it is??

When you’d asked Namjoon about it, he’d calmly explained to you that Alcorians do know their birth year, but don’t care much about the specific date. They do however have a system similar to the human zodiac signs, which made you wonder; what sign was he?

According to Namjoon, since he was a autumn-born just like Jungkook, they were both said to be guarded and complicated to get through to, but once you can hetbzjrough the many layers that shield them, they are caring and loyal souls to be around.

It sounded just like Jungkook.

But it also felt weird not to have a birthday. You personally hadn’t celebrated yours in a few years as well to be fair, but you weren’t on the streets anymore. You were safe here with him. And you were also only taking from him, be it protection, food, shelter, love-

You wanted to give back.

So here you were, standing on a chair to properly reach the kitchen counter, trying to bake something as similar to a small birthday cake as possible. It proved to be doable, but challenging; since Jungkooks home planet wasn’t suitable for most earth-produce like crops and vegetables, they had different things instead of your typical flour. And eggs? Well, Yuons (in your eyes basically just very weird chickens) did provide eggs that were commonly used in Alcorian cuisine, but they were way larger than the ones you knew from your earthly friends.

So you had to somehow wing it.

Jungkook liked sweet things with subtle and soft flavors- he didn’t enjoy tho he that were too aggressive in terms of taste. So you kept it simple, only using what you knew for sure and looking anything else up on your phone, browsing human websites that explained alcorian cooking easier than your overly technical doctor friend and his husband.

An opening door however made you jump, almost dropping the whisk in your hand as you were whipping up some frosting for decoration, the main cake already in the oven. You could hear a Jungkook sniffing the air like an airport security dog hunting drugs, and you instantly stood in front of the kitchen door with your arms stretched out to either side, blocking the way inside. “What’s that smell? Are you cooking? It smells awesome-“ he tried to sneak a glimpse over your head but you pushed him (or tried to) to get him out. “What’re you doing? My little human hiding something?” He chuckled, as he played weak and let you lead him away from the scene.

“Yeah! You can’t see it- you’re not supposed to be home yet!” You whined, pouting pitifully at him as he started to laugh, a hand on top of your head, brushing out some stray flour.

“Wow, and here I was thinking I was doing you a favor coming home early.” He pretended to be hurt, yet you saw through him. His mischievous smile made you worry- you were still unsure if he even liked surprises. “Alright, alright. I’m gonna go and meet up with Namjoon- and you text me when whatever you’re doing in there is done?” He said now a lot calmer, and you nodded, satisfied with that. And with a kiss to your lips, he grabbed his coat, and left the apartment again.

Now you had finished wrapping up his present, and placed down the cake as the sun started to set outside, bathing everything in an orange glow- the golden hour of the day.

A quick text to Jungkook, and he practically appeared out of thin air twenty minutes after reading it, anxious to see what his little human had been up to that it was so secret she couldn’t share it with him.

What he saw, made his eyes widen.

There you sat, behind the set table, on which a small present was placed- a box wrapped in colorful paper and secured with a neatly tied bow, next to it a small but awesome looking cake. But it was you, bathed in that golden sun behind you, sitting there so shyly and sweet, that made his heart jump.

“Happy birthday.” You said, and he started to smile so hard the corners of his eyes crinkled, his nose scrunching up as he showed his bunny smile. Walking over to you, he picked you up for a moment, simply embracing you before he let you explain to him what a birthday was.

“So you made all that just to celebrate the day I was born?” He asked in wonder, his chest feeling all warm and soft as he had never felt so.. loved. Appreciated. So.. cared for. “It’s not that big of a deal-“

But you shook your head. “It is! If you hadn’t been born we would’ve never met, and then I wouldn’t be here, and Namjoon wouldn’t have asked out Seokjin and they both wouldn’t have had adopted Tae and Jimin-“ you rambled, before taking a breath and holding his cheeks with your small hands. “You’re a major reason so many good things happened, and you deserve a day to celebrate that.” You said.

And after some seconds of silence, the golden rays of sunlight reflected in his eyes as they began to tear up, bottom lip trembling before he kissed you deeply.

He really loved you.

And he was already planning out your birthday as well, while sniffing as he ate cake with you, while feeling the sweet weight of the small couple ring on his pinky- unable to refrain from stealing a glance at yours every now and then.

He can’t wait to give you a real ring one day.

[cryptidofthekeys]

Totaka Setsude (Animatronic Duelist)

Since I’ve been hella into fnaf and yugioh again recently I decided lets make a combo oc based off both my interests and thus Totaka Setsude was born!! Here he be! I do have a story planned out for him I just gotta figure out like the smaller details n shit

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Mentions of Gore but its not that detailed

| Name: Totaka Setsude

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| Nickname: Taka (Tot is one but he… hates that one)

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| Gender: He/Him

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| Age: Uhh well when he was in his body he’d be about either 14, 15, or 16 probably

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| Height: When alive he was 5’4” now he’s 14ft

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| Species/Race: Was human, now his soul kinda just possesses an animatronic

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| Occupation: Just a dueling bot now tbh, hes p much stationed at Kaiba Land since uh well the robot Taka possessed was one of his. He doesn’t duel the public anymore but sometimes Kaiba will test his strength against the bot, so yeye-

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| Main Deck: He was kinda forced to use the deck Kaiba gave the bots so he runs a Dragon themed deck when performing a duel, but he does have his own secret deck- He had always loved Pyro and Beasts, he doesn’t have a particular favorite tbh (doesn’t play much now tho unless forced, he kinda grew a strong hatred for games)

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| Eye Color: Right eye is red (it’s literally just a socket with a red light glowing from it) left eye is a light Blue Color (his eye color when he was human was forest green)

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| Hair Color: (when he was alive and a human p much) his hair was black, long n spiky

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| Appearance: MOST of his body is pretty much just white except for his hands and feet which are dark gray (they used to be white too but uh those parts that covered up all the metal and wiring n shit like that fell off a long time ago), there is some paint that’s worn off on his arms, legs, face, etc- The white on his body- it's basically like a protective overcoat- it covers all the robotic parts inside- his fingers are basically pointy claws now without the layered parts to cover it up, Imma just say right now- this robot was BASICALLY supposed to be based on the Blue Eyes but it was far too dangerous, too many pointy bits and people getting hurt so they practically just, covered it up with some protective stuff.

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You can still see what it was originally meant to be in all honesty, it has a long tail that’s been stripped of the original material covering it in favor of the white padding stuff, razor sharp teeth, etc- The bot has a LOT of wear and tear and honest to god it's a wonder it's still functioning but somehow the bot STILL continues to go on… If it wouldn’t be too suspicious- Totaka would honestly shred every bit of protective padding they put on this damn thing and it would look a WHOLE lot messier lemme tell you, there’d be SO many exposed wires, razor sharp metal sticking out, just BASICALLY its the fucking ENDOSKELETON- that’s what im trying to get at here- the original material was stripped off to put the padding on.

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The endoskeleton does have bits where the wings CLEARLY were at one point, but now its just sharp and jagged metal poles jutting out to the sides, honestly the bot just looks hellish.

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Even WITH most of the padding being on it still looks hellish- Just all in all, the blue eyes dragon animatronic is in bad shape, in fact the endoskeleton moves very janky like, VERY rigid movements but don’t let that fool you, it might look like the animatronic can move slowly but if he wants, he CAN and WILL chase you, he can be v e r y fast.

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| Personality: I was going to include the backstory but… I decided because I'm trying too hard to outline it and figure it out right then and there when Totaka is a complicated character… With a complicated er story so to speak, so I’ll keep this short and simple as can be. Taka when he was alive was sweet, kind, friendly as could be, albeit a bit shy and introverted, he loved hanging out with his… Friends, or at least who he THOUGHT were his friends anyway heh, he would have never hurt a fly when he was alive! He loved games very much, card games, tabletops, board games, etc- Probs why he befriended mm a certain crew, but I’ll go into that in the fics I’ll be writing for Totaka.

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Now however? I would like you to keep one thing in mind at the very least, this was l o n g after his soul was trapped inside the animatronic (he did love robotics too, robots/animatronics, stuff like that he was BIG into that sort of thing …the animatronic was not his though i want to at least clarify that) After being stuck in the animatronic for so long his mind essentially snapped, he’s now just aggressive, hostile, angry, mean, cold, etc- I could make a list of how awful he is now but deep down? He’s just a terrified kid, he’s broken at this point- Ever since that awful night, when H E put him into this hell he’s just got vengeance on his mind, revenge against his killer. And ya know at this point his hatred for him has also spread out toward his old friends as much as he tried to convince himself at first that it surely wasn’t their fault.

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He’s REALLY fucked up mentally …And technically physically wise, the most I will spoil bc I want to clarify things- 1: His body was NOT stuffed into the animatronic and 2: His body was sent to The Shadow Realm BUT somehow his soul had escaped, leaving his body behind which by this point has been consumed by the shadows (it’s been MANY years after this, I’m going to say it rn without giving any spoilers away- this takes place in like Season 0 in THAT timeline and then continues on) his soul would’ve faded along with his body had he not escaped TSR when he did, and another thing during that time, after possessing the animatronic even then he could literally FEEL his body being eaten, slowly, day by day, week by week, month by month, year by year until it was FINALLY consumed entirely by the shadows.

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| Side Facts: There was an incident at Kaiba Land one day, where the robot ‘malfunctioned’ and I’m gonna warn you, there will be a slight mention of gore below so keep that in mind!!

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…Basically what happened was, this was the beginning of Taka’s descent, this wasn’t the point where he fully snapped but well you could say he DID snap lmao, he literally bit someone’s head off, I won’t say why just yet bc that’s a bit of a spoiler but after that Kaiba Land definitely well ya know had some issues, Kaiba had to clear it up, take the bot back to fix it, etc- That’s where the protective padding came into play even tho Seto fucking HATED doing that…

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He hated having to cover up the Blue Eyes like that which is partially why the animatronic stopped getting proper care, bc to Kaiba? That thing was nothing more than a shell of its former self …Lmao he has no idea how true that statement is but either way, Kaiba of course released a statement saying the malfunction had been solved, clearing up rumors, scandals, etc bc ya know he’s a rich bastard and has the money to do so… Company released statements, etc etc- That’s a boring part- They had tried the animatronics one last time… …And well… You can imagine how that ended as well.

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However it was at this point Taka was threatened with being decommissioned but for whatever reason Seto didn’t, he instead just threw the animatronic into the robotics room and now he’s kept there, the only time Taka EVER gets to see anyone anymore is when Seto comes to duel, Taka doesn’t like Kaiba, thinks he’s annoying, bossy, pushy… But, Taka refrains from attacking him bc if he did then he would most likely be decommissioned and he literally will NOT rest until he’s gotten his revenge, and I won’t say if Taka could or could not possess ANOTHER robot, I mean even if I said he could, TAKA doesn’t know that… For all Totaka knows, if the animatronic gets decommissioned then he’ll fade away forever, he won’t allow that, he won’t allow himself to fade nor will he allow himself to truly rest, his soul literally CAN’T rest right now.

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Totaka doesn’t have enough closure to finally rest, and even when he does, thing is? Because his body has been consumed, if he does finally get his closure, finally lets himself rest, then he will simply fade into the afterlife, there is no going back, there is no him coming back to life… He will simply finally be at rest, and honestly? I’m not gonna lie- I think that’s literally the BEST thing that can happen for him, is him finally being able to rest easy, no more pain, fear, anger, etc- Just peaceful rest.

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Taka’s voice box was only made for mimicking B.E sounds, the sounds of growling, snarling, huffing, and or the loud roar (sometimes Kaiba could swear he heard the roaring sounds of the robot, it sounded almost like it was in some kind of pain but tch he figured he was simply hearing things, that was all) he can’t talk at all (his voice box could easily be replaced with a talking one tho if he’d allow it but uh lmao good luck, nobody can get too close to him) which the voice box at this point just makes garbled and distorted noises, again, his body is VERY deteriorated that it’s a wonder the robot even functions anymore.

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…But with Taka’s soul, he refuses to let the animatronic body give out, he won’t give up and rest until he completes his mission… Even if it takes centuries, a millennia or some shit like that, he WILL get his revenge on the one that did this to him, he swears it… Nobody will stand in his way if he ever sees that bastard again, not even KAIBA himself can stand in Taka’s way.

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The room Taka stays in has been trashed p much, he has wrecked that room but Kaiba doesn’t give a shit these bots were never gonna be used for anything else ANYWAYS so it didn’t matter one way or another, there’s scratches, chunks torn out of things, etc- the room is a mess-

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Taka can’t do much until night time because that’s when everyone is usually asleep so he makes all his moves then usually (Kaiba doesn’t monitor this room or anything around it, he literally could not give LESS of a fuck about the bots, only to test his strength with dueling and that’s it ...That and even despite what happened, he still has a love for the night, the moon and the stars, he’ll sometimes go out and sit on a hill, reaching up to the moon, overall just lamenting about the tragedy that took place) I forgot to mention when Setsude WAS alive he had a love for the night, always loved to stroll a bit late into the night …Bet that’s one night he wishes he would’ve just went straight home.

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Taka is usually sitting down in the daytime, p much just sitting there, arms limp, head tilted down, just looked like he powered down but make no mistake, he’s never been powered down even yet… The possessed animatronic is always watching and listening in btw- I just felt like I should say that, but also in a secret area that Taka usually goes too, he’s buried a chest with some of the pictures he’s managed to obtain over time (don’t ask me how fkdfjdsldfs i couldn’t tell you just roll with it) but the photos contain him and his parents, their LITERALLY the only ones he doesn’t ever want to forget, there were pics of his former friends but those have all been shredded into pieces.

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God there’s something I want to fucking include so bad but it’ll be SUCH a goddamn spoiler if I say who did this to him …So I’m going to try keeping this vague, I’m basing this on The Silver Eyes as well- (spoilers down below in case ya havent read and want to read the book lmao)

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There’s a scene in the book where the animatronics see a certain someone and start freaking the fuck out, yeah if Taka sees H I M again he WILL freak the fuck out, it’ll almost be like he’s trying to get a w a y from that certain someone …Taka might want revenge against him but goddamn if he isn’t fucking terrified of him as well, but even then if Setsude gets his chance then he will hold NOTHING back.

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Oh yeah one more sad thing to note, uh Taka’s parents btw? Yeah they are STILL looking for their son, even though it’s been years and years now and the case went cold long ago, they STILL continue to look for their precious Setsude… They keep holding onto hope, never losing it in the slightest bc they actually do believe that he’s out there somewhere …Well I suppose they ARE correct in a sense aren’t they? It’s probably just not in the way they would think heh.