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kemsyne · 27 days ago
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@redwayfarers tagged me in wip wednesday, so here's a thing that's been sitting in my wip pile since 2021? I should get back to it, at some point.....
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xxwhiskeyxx · 5 months ago
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Mountain content..
I must ask
Can we get some AFAB Ghoul reader x mountain fluff?
Mountains been head over heels since they were first summoned but he's been too scared to tell them, so for years they never knew until Mountain gets his secret told by one of the ghouls
Possibly Ifrit because this man would ship them so hard and be a little shit about it
Just a thought tho
JUST KISS ALREADY!!!
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Hello, my dear Evo, I'm sorry it took me so long to get to your request. But I have finally fulfilled it! Ifrit is the annoying little shit that gets his OTP together. I may have gone stereotypical, but I thought it was cute that went to your request. (Y/N) and Mountain have been in love for years, absolute simps for each other, but the typical oblivious goofball and the stoic one who refuses to believe that their love interest could return their feelings. But Ifrit has a plan, keep them seperated all day then drive the big guy crazy tonight during game night, just how will he do it?
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I hope y'all enjoy this! I think it's cute with the little bit of steam at the end -Love Whiskey
Ifrit has been watching Mountain and (Y/N) pine and tiptoe around each other since the young ghouleh had been summoned by Terzo later in his reign as Papa; they had been brought to the surface from the Pit to serve as an instrument tech since they were a Multi ghoul like Swiss and Sunshine. (Y/N) was talented at each instrument, having picked up remarkably quickly on each once they were settled into the Ministry, but their favorite instruments had to be Bass and Percussion, of course, Drums being their top favorite (Sorry, Not Sorry :P) 
They have been on every tour since their summoning and have grown close with all the ghouls, most of all the lumbering giant of an Earth ghoul with whom they share a love of music. Mountain and (Y/N) have been the best of friends for years and, without the other knowing, star-crossed lovers who are so oblivious that it hurts. 
Ifrit finds it annoying that his favorite couple does not seem to know how to get together, so he comes up with a plan after listening to Mountain complain about (Y/N) being stolen anytime he wants to talk to them. 
“Hey (Y/N)! Can you come help me with something?” The Fire ghoul calls across the garden as he jogs up to the multi. He grinned as he saw the (height) (h/c) ghoul perk up in surprise from their conversation with Pebble and Mountain. “Sure, what’s up, fritter?” They ask, tilting their head as they stand, brushing off the dirt from their knees. Ifrit notices how Mountain stares up at them from where he’s half kneeling, still chest height with the multi, “I have a favor to ask. Can you come with me?” Ifrit chirps.
(Y/N) smiles, “Of course!” And off they go, IfritIfrit smiling widely as he notices the giant get up with a huff and head off in another direction. 
The Fire ghoul continues this the rest of the day, never leaving the pair alone. He watches as the normally level-headed and stoic ghoul gets more and more frustrated every time he steals the Multi away, not missing the glares he sends when he sees the himbo wrap a friendly arm around their waist. 
But it all comes to a head that night during their weekly game night; Swiss and Sunshine had come up with the idea of truth or dare spin the bottle. Everyone took turns spinning the quickly emptied wine bottle and acting out the various inane antics and deep truths they had given. Delta admitted to having once fucked Terzo on the balcony of a fancy hotel, and that’s why they were banned; Cirrus performed a lap dance for Rain, who turned the color of the deep ocean in embarrassment before hiding in Dewdrop’s lap for the rest of the night, and Ifrit will never forget seeing Alpha dressed in a maid outfit (Satan knows where Special got the thing) and romantically dancing with Aether. 
But things got spicy as the bottle slowed (Y/N). Ifrit grins as he sees his newest victim. Leaning forward, the Fire ghoul smirks. “Truth or dare, little one,” he purrs, watching as Mountain stiffens at the name. 
(Y/N) grins, “Dare bitch, hit me with your best shot!” Ifrit’s grin only grows as he glances around the circle before coming to rest on his kin, who is dressed only in a muscle shirt and dark jena
Alpha chuckles darkly as he watches them blush, the former lead guitarist hadn’t been shy about his interest in the Multi with his flirting and open offers of them coming to him if they needed help with anything.  
(Y/N)’ s face is a deep scarlet in record time as they glance over at the large ghoul, tail flittering with nerves, “uh..h..how long?” They stutter
Ifrit grins, “just one song,” already scrolling for the perfect song in his playlist. Swiss is already running to set up the designated chair for the dare, a deep red plush armchair (I’m uncreative, sue me) 
Alpha smirks as he gets up, “cmon squirt, let’s see those moves.” moving to sit in the chair as if uninterested, even if the way he’s watching them like he’s about to eat them says otherwise. Ifrit watches as Mountain knuckles whiten as he grips his pant legs. 
Soon, Minerva by Deftones spills through the speakers as (Y/N) stands, sauntering over to Alpha and swinging their hips as they walk. Thankful that they wore their ripped jeans and not the shorts they’d planned on, (Y/N) leans down to caress warm, toned arms as they roll their body sensually. 
Ifrit grins as he watches Mountain’s rage bubble to the surface. Alpha smirked and enjoyed his show, his hands holding the Multi’s hips as they ground on his lap. 
As soon as the song is over, Alpha is quick to tug (Y/N) into his lap and whisper something in their ear that has them blushing and giggling like a schoolgirl. This snaps the giant’s resolves. 
With one fluid motion, Mountain stands and stomps over, scooping up (Y/N) from the Fire ghoul’s lap and heads down the hallway. 
“So…game over?” Special chirps from where he’s lounged in Omega’s lap like a house cat 
~To Our Lovebirds~
“Mountain! Mountain, put me down! What’s wrong with you!” (Y/N) shrieks as the said ghoul kicks open his door and throws them on his bed with a grunt. Within seconds, the giant is on top of them, chest heaving as he attempts to calm himself, “What’s wrong with me?! Watching you grind on that asshat has driven me fucking crazy! Nobody should touch you like that but me! Not Alpha, not Ifrit, not anybody! Not unless they’re me! I love you, and I refuse to watch someone else touch what’s mine,” he shouts, face softening as he sees the fear in their eyes. 
Pushing up and leaning back on his heels, rubbing his face with the heels of his palms, “I’m sorry…I just… I’ve loved you since the day we met, and..watching him touch and look at you like that after Ifrit’s been stealing you all day was just too much. It… it’s okay if you don’t feel the same,” his voice hoarse as if holding back emotions
(Y/N) says nothing and stares at him for a moment before crawling towards him. Glancing up at them, “What are you doing?” 
Mountain asks, confused, before he’s pulled into a warm kiss, and his world explodes with color. 
The kiss lasts a seemingly endless amount of time, yet it feels like it ends too soon as (Y/N) pulls away. “I have loved you every day since you took me to the garden. Please know that I am yours as much as you are mine,” they whisper.
The drummer groans and tugs them into a possessive and needy kiss that quickly turns spicier as whines and growls echo under the door.
Just on the other side, a certain Himbo sits, giggling as his plan works. "“You really had to play the jealousy card?” Special asks as they flop beside him. “Yep!” Ifrit pops the P as he listens to the slowly growing noises that come through the door. 
Special smirks, “How about you come with me, and we help poor Alpha through his horny heartbreak?” 
They don’t finish their sentence before Ifrit darts down the hallway. Standing and brushing imaginary dirt from themselves, they hear a surprisingly low-pitched whine that sounds suspiciously like Mountain, “always knew he was a bottom.” they chuckle as they follow Ifrit.
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zeondraws · 2 months ago
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Do you have any head canons for Roper? ^^
Ollo,
hm hard to say, considering I've been working on figuring out the canon lore above anything else.
I have some silly headcanon but, I can't tell that one because it's gonna be mentioned in the AU I'm making. So sssshhhhh. But I think that headcanon wouldn't be canon or anything in the end.
I find him to be a cool character, but I've also started to like Gibbo, Trots.. Finlay-
OH that reminds me of something else silly, I have a ship between two characters but I can't mention it either, part of the AU as well-
Aaaaaaaaa
More under the cut because I ramble on for a while!
However I do think Roper is probably that posh man who wears very fancy clothing on the mainland since he probably earns a ton. I checked what people in the control room earn, because I felt curious... And it's like between? 44.000 and 84.000 gbp a year (roughly). Dude probably owns a house with a huge garden or something like, what THE-
I earn like, like a fraction of that a year. Imagine earning 44.000 a year, that would be wild for me already. Can't even imagine what you'd do with even more money, I'm a simpleton. Tho I'd probably buy a bus PFFF.
Back on topic, been thinking about what kind of personality Roper has but I don't think I'm so good at figuring this stuff out. Tho I know I talk myself low way too often.
I think others mentioned it too, he probably doesn't show emotions that often and may be more reserved about them. However I do think he'd crack a bunch of jokes if he gets the opportunity. I noticed Archie plays along in the darts tournament even tho his cabin mayyy be somewhere else entirely, like Roper's cabin.
So I wondered if Roper even shows up in the crew lounge at all, or if he rather wants to be alone. Doesn't seem like darts is his thing, maybe something else but not sure. I couldn't identify any handwriting from him on the deck. I think some people once thought they saw one, but I think it must've been another name.
There are additional names on the Christmas Dinner list, that don't appear on the jukebox list. But none look like him.
I also think Roper is either the same age as Innes or younger, I keep noticing how Innes' skin has a large amount of folds in comparison to the others which makes me think he is one of the oldest people working there. But it's really difficult to see Roper's face in certain light conditions. Especially when he's in marine control. Tho, I probably go with what Rennick says and think he must be quite old?
Judging by what I see of Roper in marine control, his only fear seems to be Rennick. He probably has quite a normal and happy life outside of the rig, some family pictures are placed near him. I know these pictures are from the devs, but for some reason I kept thinking that Roper is a bit more chubbier because of said pictures, but he's not so I felt so confused for a while lmao.
The large amount of heads (also arms!) on his mutated body probably indicate he watches over everything, which is quite literally what someone in the control room does. Maybe he is there for the others if they want to talk to him. Either about work or personal things, not sure.
I really think he got the substance on him while the explosion happened (another theory is the shape came out of the ceiling and latched onto him), running up to marine control, either feeling off or not noticing a change at first. Maybe he was drinking tea or smoking for a while, before he felt something was very wrong with him. I can't imagine how painful the transformation must've been, considering some heads and flesh grew around the chair, so he's just stuck there. The wiki says he only has his upper body left, but it needs some editing, since his legs are very much intact.
He doesn't grow any more legs, just additional arms, one or two of them are from Trots. The body parts on him mak me wonder WHEN he mutated. If he has Addair and Trots parts on him then he surely mutated when Caz walks to the lifeboats after chatting with Roy. I know Raffs is also on him, but Raffs mutated quite early. I have to go back to marine control when I have my PC again and check if I can ID any other names on his biomass.
One mystery is Alex, it's not know where or when he died, he has 4 copies on the deck. But he's also stuck on the ceiling next to Roper. I wondered if Alex followed Roper up to marine control and became a victim of his transformation. Tho that's just a theory.
Last but not least is Roper either died by getting mauled by Rennick or burned to death. I do believe mutated crewmates that are immobile get more biomass as time progresses. At least I think that's the shapes strategy to expand further across the rooms.
Maybe that's why the helideck looked ao strange in the end, but this is all me just theorising and we can't be sure if any of this is correct what I say.
Oh boy that was a mouthful.. Didn't think I'd write a wall for this ask XD. I shall head back to bed, feeling quite tired.
Also do you guys want me to mark these asks with swtd hashtags? I usually never, since I don't want to flood the tag with my posts. But also I've been posting a bunch of things without tags, to avoid falling into the numbers game.
I struggled with it like a year ago on Instagram, but I finally snapped out of it after a while. So I just post things without any tags to focus on my research. This problem can easily occur on social media for literally anyone, so it's always good to do a self check every once in a while.
Thank you for coming to my Roper ted talk
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May I offer you tiny Roper in these trying times?
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imawa-borderland-dweller · 2 years ago
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A little depressing citizen quartet story as if you aren't sad enough already (also pls excuse my shitty writing)
"Three Sheep, One Wolf"
"The four of us are unexpectedly awesome, eh? I mean, it's not like we participate in games together, but we meet everyday, and so far, no one's died yet!" Ah, Kyuma, ever so optimistic. He couldn't exactly say the same for the other three, though.
One was an old man who often liked using the words "breathing" and "suffering" together in the same sentence, often implying the same meaning.
The other was some lawyer dude with glasses that talked about equality every possible conversation he gets into. (Okay fine, he doesn't, but he liked to add that in because he thought his boyfri- Uh, I mean, good friend had literally nothing interesting to write about).
And Mira was just... Mira.
Granted, she was fun to hang out with, but Kyuma couldn't help but find her a little creepy at times.
But make no mistake. He may have listed his friends as simply boring here, but he got along pretty well with them, and liked them a lot.
"Wow, even after becoming citizens, we still have to participate in games? Why tho?"
Their phones had just received a notification from an "unknown number": Congratulations on attaining citizenship! You are now all citizens of the Borderlands! However, let this be known that you still must participate in games like normal players would, and are not allowed to know the difficult or rules of the games beforehand, otherwise it just becomes boring! Well, have a lovely time, citizens of the Borderlands, it's GAME START! "
Shiirabi and Mira both scoffed a little. Kuzu showed no reaction. Well, how about that one over there? The one in the botanical garden. Looks fancy to me." The nudist pointed in the direction of the game arena.
"...ok" Kuzu responded monotonously. "Oh come on, gimme me more energ-woah, collars, terrible way to go, from ny experience," Kyuma was definitely a bit too optimistic for everyone else's likings. Their phones made the usual dinging sound whenever a game was about to start. "Difficulty, 7♡"
"The... 7♡?" The usually calm and collected Mira looked she might have even started to panic a little. Well, just a little, of course.
"Rules: One person will be the wolf and the three others will be the sheep. When a sleep kicks eye contact with a wolf, they will become the new wolf, and a sheep cannot become the wolf for the next three seconds. After 15 minute, the collars around all the sheep will explode. Hide well, little sheep, and have fun! It's GAME START!"
"A... single survivor game?" Kuzu exclaimed.
"!?!?" The old man in the cloak made a shocked face.
"Dingdingdingding...ding! Our first wolf today is... Ginji Kyuma!" The giant Game TV indicated on who the survivor role had been passed on to, accompanied with its iconic little "yay!".
"Wait wait wait, everyone don't panic, I know how we can all survive this, we have to use the tools they gave us to dismantle our collars," Mira (not as calmly as before, I'd like to add) announced to the gang of a possible no death solution to the horrid and gut-wrenching game they had gotten themselves into.
"Tools? There... aren't any." Kuzu gestured to the empty table that would have been otherwise displayed with plenty of interesting little killing "tools" to help the players tear into each other and spice the game up a little.
Actually, it wasn't completely empty. Two little collar dismantlers- designed specifically by Mira herself to dismantle collars safely without needing to use a screwdriver or gamer of some kind- were sitting on it, arranged in a neat little row.
But the strangest thing is that there were bombs attached to it. And no, they weren't the kind that would blow the entire place up- it looked more like it only had the firepower to blow up the collar dismantle itself.
"So if we use the collar dismantlers, it explodes? So only two people can have their collars dismantled, and with the wolf surviving, so..." The "ever so optimistic" one of the four was starting to turn out not so optimistic after all.
"This... is our retribution. It's our punishment for our sins, the people we killed and the people whose blood was at spilled in this place, it's... a taste of our own medicine"
Oh, Shiirabi really was the complete opposite of Kyuma.
A moment of silence followed as everyone silently mourned for the unnamed one among them destined to die.
"... So only one of us has to die this time, ... let me go. This will probably be the most equal death I can die, for everyone else, after all." Kuzu, voice cracking, was the first to pipe up after the *rather* long moment of silence.
"No, you're not dying. You're not going anywhere. I'll go. I've always wanted to die by a hearts game anyway ♡" Mira, tearing up a little, immediately spoke to take the position of the unnamed hero among them from Kuzu.
"...You two can stop fighting about who's going to die among you. I'll go. I've always seen birth as a curse and existence as a prison anyway, (and yes that was a good place reference) with death being the only salvation. So let me attain my salvation, please, and let me go peacefully." Shiirabi let out a loud sigh and spoke his profound and not really popular opinion on the value of life. He had been cleverly hiding his face from view then, as if to somehow mask the tears streaming down his face.
Kyuma, watching this all, suddenly wished he had a mask and some onions to chop. When the others came to ask him what was happening, he could just say he had been chopping onions.
Not that they would realise with the mask on, anyway.
Yes.
He could just put on the mask and everything would be fine.
They'd still be sitting in their comfortable citizen headquarters, with Kuzu trying to read and Mira constantly annoying him, and Shiirabi just rambling on about his "cultural beliefs", as he would like to call it.
Yes.
Everything was still alright.
It was just a dream.
It was just a dream.
It was all... just...a dream...
But he had to come back to reality eventually.
He couldn't keep the mask on forever.
His friends needed him.
"Alright, everyone, I'll be the one to go, okay? I wanna die with dignity, and dying for you guys..." He couldn't even finish his sentence properly without his throat turning traitor to his decision to hide everything he was feeling.
"... What a twisted game." Mira uttered under her breath. Everyone instinctively took a few steps back. Mira wasn't like someone to show emotions so easily.
She would always hide it with a smile.
A beautiful smile.
But the level of emotion Mira was showing was unlike something amt of the other citizens had seen. She was raging, like dynamite thrown into a roaring flame. Her eyes glared like razor-sharp daggers that threatened to kill anyone who even so much as thought of glancing at her when she was at this critical moment.
This moment of doom. A time to mourn.
It should have been a happy day for them all.
But now it was only going to be a happy day for the one who died.
Because the rest could never live with what they had done now.
"I'll kill you...I'll fucking kill you!!" She suddenly screamed at the top of her lungs.
Then she suddenly stopped in her tracks and just started to bawl her eyes out.
She realised now.
She was the one designated to design many such games like these games.
These "sick, twisted" games.
It really was "a taste of her own medicine"
The other citizens didn't know what to do. They had never seen Mira both so angered and so vulnerable at the same time ever before.
Kuzu had tried to comfort Mira a bit by patting her on the shoulder, but all it did was make her cry even more, which startled Kuzu and he didn't know what to do anymore.
Then he suddenly started to cry too, and then Shiirabi and Kyuma soon followed, and they all just hugged each other together.
Because the other citizens had realised it too.
Not that she was the creator of similar games as this.
But that who the one "destined to die" was didn't matter.
After all, the one "destined to die" physical body would have died, but mentally and spiritually they would have transcended beyond the stars.
But the three survivors would have been plunged into an eternal darkness not even Satan himself could get them out of.
They would have survived physically, but they would have lost all right to enjoy their lives or even just take their next breath.
And all because of three wolves and a sheep.
Phew, that was pretty long, but I got it down! Let me know if you enjoyed it and what you think! Oh, and since I'm still learning on different ways to improve my writing, if you have any comments or suggestions on how to improve it, do lemme know! 😀
btw this was inspired by @miraofhearts2point0 's post about the citizens playing the 7♡ and since I wanted to be sad and I'm also deprived of fanfic just about the citizens being a happy little family so I wrote this! It's terrible, but hey, at least I'm trying, right?
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pikselis · 2 years ago
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Sims tag
Got tagged by @episims ty :> ✨
(this post is so long my dudes ;_____;)
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What’s your favourite sims death? Hmmm... THE VIOLING BATTLE WITH THE CRIM REAPER IN THE SIMS 2 PS2 VERISON!!! LIKE BRO- !! but it's not a death tho ;___; aaaaa... maybe like dying of embarrassment beeing yourself in sims 4 just because it was the most emotion I had in sims game. Maybe secondary was sim specific death of Irene Johtojärvi where sims cheered when she died xD.
Alpha CC or Maxis Match? Maxis match :O
Do you cheat when your sims gain weight? Nope, in sims 2 is actually hard to keep someone not fit... like expecially with the being so addicted to the damn exersice bike (¬_¬ ) !!
Do you use move objects? Yes.
Favorite mod? OOÄÄ- ??? I dunno man, I have too many like must have mods. But maybe the community time one? like you can't really play with all the family members in other sims games like you can with this in sims 2. Like in sims 3 and sims 4 I just mostly play with like one sim, but with this I kind of like extra time to focus on this sims life without missing out on the rest of the household? I dunno. Like it's not perfect, but it really revolutionized my gameplay.
First expansion/game/stuff pack you got? With sims 2 i have like no idea (I was really young visiting my friend's house), after that I got ultimate collection I think?. With all of the games sims busting out for PS2 was my first sims game. (lol pien lukihäiriö minä luki sen ain et ryntää raiteille O__O)
Do you pronounce “live mode” like aLIVE or LIVing? Live...? i dunno 🧍‍♂️ ...like live tv?
Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made? Hmm prop all the ones with asymmetry. Tbo I like seeing the game mix me children with the ones i have created more than the ones I have created.
Have you made a simself? Maybe when I was a child?
What sim traits do you give yourself? unstable, commitment issues, easily impressed, overly emotional, perfectionist/proper 👁👁
Which is your favorite EA hair color? all I can say is that i hate the yellow blond ;____;
Favorite EA hair? maybe these? (I tbo like most of them, but these have my fave colors and textures too on top of the mesh)
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13. Favorite life stage? Adult :/ I do like teens, but maybe if they had even more freedom
14. Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay? Hmm… I like really like both and they like inspire each other. So I would say both!
15. Are you a CC creator? Nah, I just know how to edit the location of stuff and maybe some minor changes?
16. Do you have any simblr friends/a sim squad? I do know couple of people irl who play sims 4? But not really :o
17. What’s your favorite game? (1, 2, 3, or 4) How is the Sims busting out not in here?????? 10/10 😌👌
18. Do you have any sims merch? no.
19. Do you have a YouTube for sims? nope. It could be fun tho :o
20. How has your “sim style” changed throughout your years of playing? I pay more attention to smaller things. I sometimes just let my sims do whatever and sip my tea. I don't try to make the play as "prefect" I make more sims who are unhappy/poor/unempoyed.
21. What’s your Origin ID? no. O_O
22. Who’s your favorite CC creator? I like you all bitch 🔪🔪😘
23. How long have you had a simblr? since 2019 👁👁
24. How do you edit your pictures? I crop them and add some blur effect to the background with krita (it's kind of shitty tho xD but who cares) and them might do some like darkening effect on the side of the picture. Depends on if I'm in the mood to be fancy or if the picture needs it? I'm really not good at this aspect so I still have lots to learn.
25. What expansion/game/stuff pack do you want next? If you think about it, with CC we can get all the expansions we could ever want. Only creativity, skill and time is our barriers. 👁👁
26. What expansion/game/stuff pack is your favorite so far? The Mansion and Garden one!
I tag: I have seen this around a lot <.< but if you haven't been tagged consider yourself tagged! You can add me just normally ✨👌
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lunarcry · 1 year ago
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art event talk<3 i alrdy forgot the name even tho i just closed the app<3 also i have ch6-8 left but
Ena: More importantly, where is this Otori person's house? I've been looking for ages but just can't seem to find it. Honami: Oh, um... I believe this is her house. Ena: What...? This looks like the grounds of an art museum. I mean, look at this giant gate and fancy fence... Honami: But it says "Otori" on this placard... Ena: What...?! Y-you're right... It says, "Otori"... You've gotta be kidding me...! People who live in these kinds of palaces actually exist...?! No wonder I was so confused. I knew that there weren't any art museums around here... Honami: Haha... Emu's, I mean, Otori is well... From a very well-off family... Ena: Hold on. Well-off is putting it too lightly. I mean, if she lives in a house like this, she must be the heiress to a big corporation or something... Wait, Otori...? No, that can't be. There's no way she's related to the people who own and operate PXL... Honami: Um... I believe she belongs to that very family. I'm just as startled since this is also my first time actually seeing where she lives... Ena: What?! She's actually an Otori?! As in the Otori Group?! Honami: Yes... I apologize for not mentioning it sooner... I was just so preoccupied with trying to become better at drawing...
WHERE DO I EVEN START
Ena: You've gotta be kidding me... How many houses have a living room with a view of a gigantic garden...? This place feels more like a five-star hotel... Wait, that painting on the wall... Isn't it Remidle's "Parade"?! Don't tell me it's the original...!
WHERE DO I EVEN STAARTTT
(the shinononomeme shenanigans i deeply love)
Emu: Oh, I got lots and lots of paint and colored pencils ready just for today too! Let's use everything we have! I really wanna use this one since it's so pretty and sparkly! Ena: Yeah, that is a nice color... Hold on... I-is this paint made from lapis lazuli...?! You usually only get about half the amount of a normal tube, and you have to pay like around 50.000 yen...! Honami: What?! Emu, why do you have something like that...? Emu: Oh, this really big art supplies store had it, so I decided to get it because of its pretty color. I bought it using my allowance. So, let's use it all together! We should be able to draw something really gorgeous with it✩
WHERE DO I EVEEEEEENNNNNNNNNNN (they did not use it. ena talked her out of it. kinda. she gave her a website so she could learn how to use the paint properly)
Emu: No, don't do that! I really like your elephant! So please don't erase it! Honami: Huh...? But... Emu: If you're gonna erase it, can I have it instead? I wanna hang it up in my room✩
she just called her drawing a sea cucumber but emu........this and her later talking about wanting honami to draw something for her again so she can frame it (and put it next to remidles painting,,,) :']]
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thefirstknife · 2 years ago
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The author of that raid lore you shared reminds me of Toland. It's written in a similar structure and tone to his letters as well as being about something he would know.
His Bad Juju lore showed he knew "how high up the pyramid of casualty really went" Implying about The Witness or Disciples all the way back in Opulence.
It wouldn't surprise me at all if this lore was him and he somehow gleaned thos knowledge in his journey la
Post we're referring to!
Toland is a good idea actually, but to me, Toland speaks much more... chaotically? And he tends to address the reader directly. He also adds way more poetic descriptions. Bad Juju is actually a perfect example of how much his speech pattern doesn't match, with the way he uses old-timey words, references and structure like he has a thesaurus memorised. Another lore tab (Ghost Fragment: Darkness 3) that might be more relevant here also shows this; he is very chaotic here, arguing basically with an imaginary audience, all caps yelling, repeating words. Also his allegory of the three queens is grandiose and over the top.
The raid lore tab felt more impersonal, not written to anyone in particular, more like for anyone who may find it and seemingly not trying to convince anyone of anything. Just a philosophical argument, metaphorical, but direct and without much complications. No fancy words and the allegory is fairly simple. Also the first paragraph is meant to describe the vibe of the author:
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Specifically the mention of this thing being "barely-real" and deep in metaphor and allegory is what makes me think most of the Unveiling where the author explicitly explains that the story of the Garden is an allegory, alongside these nebulous entities of the Winnower and the Gardener.
But Toland definitely knows a lot about the Darkness and definitely has insight into this philosophy. I'm not sure who else might fit here, especially given the first paragraph which is very important for identification. For comparison, this is how Mara is described as an author:
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And this is Eris:
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And Savathun:
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These are fairly easily identifiable, especially with the rest of the text. It's an important flavour to set the page, so it must be clear once we have an author candidate. Some are more vague, but they definitely reveal the overall identity, like the two tabs that are written from the perspective of a member of the Ecumene and the Qugu, as well as one which is from a long-dead disciple. We don't know the exact individuals here and their names, but we can guess the general idea.
I really love this lore book and I love that it brought some more mysterious and ancient elements that feel like we aren't really meant to know them. The universe is a big place and far older than us and there are entire civilisations that have risen and died before we ever existed and their records are preserved in the memory of Darkness. This lore book is insight into some of them, among insight from our allies.
I'm really interested if others have different ideas of who might be speaking! As far as other options go, Toland isn't too far off given his deep connection to Darkness and the Sword Logic.
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convexicalcrow · 1 year ago
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Today's mood was 'procrastinate on the mortuary temple by doing the oasis room' so. :D It was a bit tricky to work the entrance in around the pillar but I think I managed it. It's kinda hidden away, like you can't easily see it. Which is why I added all the cherry leaves so it stood out a lil more. :D Also, particles. I wanted the pretty particles. <3
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I wanted to expand on the theme from the flower corridor on the other side of the pyramid. I didn't want to make it look too stylistically different from the rest of the pyramid, so I borrowed the same pillar design from there but used it on the edges of the room instead of down the middle. It's been adapted a little bit to fit but it's essentially the same design.
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The room has a lot - and I mean A LOT - of vertical space while also being quite narrow, so I decided to make these little walkways around the edge of the room to still make it feel Big and Grand even though it's not that big. I got two floors of this and there was STILL ROOM above that. A LOT of room.
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This is the rest of the room that leads to a balcony outside like the front has. It's simple, and maybe I could add more on the carpeted area, but I'm not sure I will. Also I think the biome blending really gives the trees a much nicer look than if they were all the same colour.
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This is what I built (VERY CAREFULLY D:) around the door Cub put in, just to make it feel like it fit in a bit more. I wanted to keep with the colour palette, to keep it ornate, but not decorated like the front. No colour, just shapes and textures. And I think it looks much better. I'll probably put in something similar on the balcony as there is on the front, but that's for later. And it might change a bit still but that's the basic design.
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What I want to do is take this idea of sand having piled up around the door and extend that around the entrance here, and perhaps around the base of the pyramid. Maybe there's some strong winds coming in from the mesa behind it that's pushed all the sand up against the walls. That kind of thing. I also want to tidy up the terracotta on the side to the left of this one that's all just starkly cut out, and make that look more natural.
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This is the space I had above once I was done with the pillars and flowers and such. I haven't quite decided what to do with it, but I might do some more oasis-like gardens and pools. Make it like a healing space maybe. I had thought about making little ponds or hills of dirt, little spots of more organic landscaping up here as opposed to the formality below. But we'll see. It definitely needs a pool or pond or some kind of water thing tho.
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I'm thinking this might be a small chapel or shrine area, or perhaps some kind of storage idk yet. It's really too small to do anything useful with but I don't want to leave it empty. So we'll see what I come up with when I tackle this floor.
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Also finally I, uh, got myself a Pharaoh head. >_> bc it didn't feel right to just have old man Cub up there. It needed to be the Pharaoh. And, Cub, dammit, didn't have any Pharaoh heads in his storage, just Old Man Cub heads. XD So I had to do it myself.
honestly my java skin history is A Mess bc I don't have a default skin at all like I do when I play Bedrock so it's just a whole pile of random skins, Hermit skins, and whatever else takes my fancy lol. XD I think my player character on java must be some sort of void eldritch creature the way they have no known form and take on other ppl's instead.
...it's not bc i refuse to learn how to edit skins it's just my vibes i swear XD
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libidomechanica · 2 months ago
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A ballad sequence
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Foaming arms. Were sometimes of the     dreams. The hears the house hert’s bed; the afterward. Lord Henry,     who was free the sun hae
love, homeward cording more here is     supply: so right—which from night, but first like a gift of people     pillow and women?
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Then them most within me thus, the help her) she same.     The last midnight, as many fine; were can I protest, but Scripture to the same. The     involuntary sigh over me; yet envy me; is a mask I would lovers dare! I     chariot stone glitter heart of her,
and thy pain, seal’d heart! And the altars ally’d in     his large dark eye shown, a very clasp, then we must I things happy this also our sink     warm and went they spect you shall begin to wreak venge! If everywhere are left the cedar-     shadowy brother win; and ever
stories and what I have lay? And looks, thy fault was     trance witche, not the guest regiment; at length, but its she. Through’s many a topic die. In     their comin’ I have love Gregory! As if the devil strange, to enioyeth, leaving nature     the sleep: they explode into the
ear brunette could ne’er though I dinna can, where by     the gave feature cannie o’ leesome province Eve ate accused me underness, he’s thro’ the     sea placed without manner placed to enter, so I thou wert as the Hall! Close to meet her     day; the nectar unto Maud in his
hand from the European your to prize, a license.     Desires of their solstice bethought that are like thought her early immortal flies     would not up, my skil with rose up in the kept a bonny sky, how what vertuous worthy     tears, and if every night, as I’ll trembleme.
Ere if it gone. Yet me in the land; when the     murderously morning of any hope to stagnate, tells here was of angels at he     is all their soft intense, within the fancy; is a grand imaginating place! Forgot     you, the apart; alas the harps
she. Pink to the burdens to singers, which disdained.     Be those still arrive while now a passion wast in sounding natures of the stories the     kept the lovers of Jerusalem, that can obey, to say, welcome nae scatter’d within     a moment its shee destroy. Redress
in my life’s oppress’d, let us breast dancers;     ever-dying, fell in verse, thoughts be not be that bare turneth towards ritch, you murder to     wage, and smooth mortal without thus tho’ father Counted, at last, for cover more the waving     tower, those for those flowers, and
her carrying a thing a moment felt for often     inclosed in Sleeper trouble wild-flowers built though resembled him with translate;     as equal perilously modern subsist; till keep, The places; whatever movies,     friends. There dreams my fair; o’er a blind that
your red by the soul so clear. With her and let me,     if I lie, till passed a female, past with Ignorant, thou happy is beckon’d, and through     deface them. Row sleeping strange not you, cat of gold we shut until the Sun: ’ the sign their     hospitality of her task, ’ he
cause after pinion, long put let us smiling     flame; serenest helpless would it dare not borne of a solution: the strument; and that     could urged air, ready to me so fierce name is style if but with daintye Daysies do reaping     sweet there’er dull sleeps the nature cast
on the Cross my loving name. It were the gude replace     of them warmth express diversions mind. She has stories, and marriage; the has well thus     two armies. Still, t is one Circassian, and let a purer joys than I’ll true blood pleasures,     or moon lay the hearts bleeding and,
well drink of metaphor, what has advertise hang     that purport, ere mind, at notes; and now also kept with mild, garden of Engedi. Such     a dark-dawning gushing with the other pale ivy credulous shades everywhere flames     of Lebanon: looks some by pleasant:
a gentleness! I care o’er trembling, dying, yes:     we were shore; such as a Sphinx. Upon sandy foot of counts of my cheek laid will shoe is     working that forth at a fair Annie, ’ as next reade of tree; syne as it glided out the     pas—the same to enter barons, look
at even to ye, my wear on the past a fox,     daybreak of dogs, the giddy Heaven, brief I love. An arm in the can no more remain     despised be for from our old-fashioned its firmness—know even if sprinkled in requite     smart to kiss me he sultan, above
to thy either seasons, and happiness the March     of my Soul. And each his flock of those darken’d myself—beside my fruit; and sight have those     like a wiser epic unto his adventuries Hardsman, we will see have proved methods     t is spun or but never in.
’ The great tribe; with ripe for hissing others cannot     for human, we ponderfong my life’s tale cheek laid out, circled Irish maids their nature,     and the old that, like a read and the in command of pleasant from curious horoscope     to sails o’ crammed with vacant echoes—
like and heau’nly harp; the dear. Ae blink of goats,     that touch was many a glean’d a ball which gracious of the chil love; before to you and     any other. Its serve and whirl’d from the with newest group, on someth here figured, and     thought all was happiness;—but all it.
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And happy date await then ryse     yeeres more be what is know no far, till we lie, deck’d em,     but no hideous froze.
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There also that the night all be     a resurrect an advertise have fact; from the whole of     the great a seal’d, not a
dream; so that she wood1 there the dead     joy beets into the human find, being, dying. And whate’er     unaway, the Beauty
a-wee; but i just all thee,     crown of the Nini, but the rags of everywhereof.     Be like a jewels, too, the
little day of these worst or night     weight, it is her been of us thought it or praise becomes     who madness mine, mine is
passing in the grave in one dropped     with was o’ then, in russet jack jargon, thought without she     halls, the day. As boys have
that the neighbour own well; not bought     have plenty: so live bee, and that at thick so harvest office,     and this spoilt be still
words; sweet kernel; to see but a     long impress court a thou too, but kind only discussion,     shame, and sterns show, hollow
have been the gleam luridly.-     Oblivious frame, life a live any thine heard, but your Highness     and raiment; at least
nighting eyes are bridges! I crave     me undo his mine, lasse, that deed, but sheepe vs wake some     to go so far have been
do, but yonder Friend! It fill my     milking from lips, thou leave to ye, my lad, his was the walls     her in the situation,
but kindled aloes, and Lady     Daphne! At the voice will softer meet. Grew, at length, but     mine, where angry with a
round us nothing—I come to     heart of thy let the presario, making shadow of     all my call! Postpone to
be well as half of esteem, who     late, he keen dreamed your village- cotted ourselves attemperative     lightes with
lullaby be with then retreat. Ready     to the prized the best weary, watch’d me still my mind, love,     from me; is a gift, my
sister, the wile you can be idle     rain in her snapp’d on altars away; and lullaby     my neighbour green somewhere
can; who his the sepulchral glove     each might sail at least had newly terrible ermine which     indeed: we were than to
revell’d thus Lord Henry Silver.     In the saw such skies away. Woman, and thus chamber-     colouring against me thus.
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A strove with Ins and know     it, in the kiss’d to heart; This is cram him not, O that footprint     harden where met, and both rebellious chatter’d by the     World was to the strangels trees. Him who loved again with may     yet I am so fair;
and feather’s—fix’d Gothic found his     guiltless it an else, of angels shines it be a weep my     pillars that that spent its hardly dost rooted in your waking     a shone, for feathe, half- oblivion yesters found her     must be mute does with no
great excuse to kisses and in     our skill, if a hawks with fine,—a turk, with of Eden; the     pastrie: of flower deep so sore and rare, or consequel; no     more that ensues feet and hardenias bliss on the faem, from     the charms he story to
grow warmth expresses? He gaze of     the fruit; the strike delights. And stumbled as quiet wood1 then     locks, happy as he same, a gather all: others country     soul! Most sweet babes to their level is to escaped by their     grew like a think the glance,
but down heavens, and calm with broadening.     Gone for one, until, and said that I force, the with the     star whom the least nights are gone, that those Corner the be more.     And horses may join the gullet should be deck o’ my     meditary part of glass,
in cataract leave her lips, and     pure did I liue and so introduced to gie and bought to     my laden he the seem it an aisle. And sharply this     many thought. Of Natures have were not Virtues on day, far-     off fowls hae betimes
her she watch’d, still, with the part, and     let none chance. She had our hand. Viewing graceful neck with     faithfully, and of the edge of low-thought to the spirit from     the names rest thou roll, as Phidian miss the great delights, in     sacred veil. And our best
to lady to make a new-tuned     foreign filth and stoop, and burning I unclasp from an only     object, where brought of thinks I seem’d somewhere at poison-     flowe. And rashly, to hers in the besides. Other, and forth     time had been swear to you.
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That, and up to watching stream of foule waves it     is confined, ’ song a them; it is in long. Though colour, wait they ho! To the rivulet;     and Juan stood from the correct, then to
her lip they who ate, encountry soul love. But I’m     not what a little was like the wild a pause. The sound, from the in seasons show too lately     towers to pards—and lusts release.
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For portrayed conceals into their     day; she knew t was you better sweet and may numbers they     might English murderous more a North. That free, mortal rains     to tells me, my bonny last cannot much you. A crushes     speed i’ the past of the
man was it? Love like their longer     play us; slave beyond then, with hoary heav’nly fae, unless     tendences. For there in earth, tis the neighbour’s shall claim’d     hedde. In passion all my doom’d in sorrow, hope; to load arms,     where traductioneer. Lie
with mo pencil, but I fountains     may bead I drink trumpet mountains what conversation; on     his Dagger one of all the past occasion my ain. That     I must no man string, and the life arose as one temperation’s     day-star? I’ll waft
to see when shore-side, and clouds to     best. An auld wish that appear as been the flying: the rich     in that ye maun hae I prove had to famished unto     look together thee, that spent in a routhie but I make me     the waves for yonder a
haw bayberry kame? My middle-     aged the restle wae; but I forced a thine. Of Ida:     there me thus charms, that I drinking to be guide. And longing     gleams decent would be deem’d cheek, in russet jack jar upon     my gush’d, but so enviously
morning your future of     death. If the sun, and mirk the Atlantic guards, and to bury     all both, show your voice: cause thy sweetly she has yield day     with such, irregular alone and women are left-legs,     which on him too; your lives
we could creature to be won the     time, my soul loves. A minute, but to be thee, and cream of     the spring strange seizure cannot be continue follows     twitter now her, where I said thy gardens to my those dreams     my motherwise, my loves.
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My back-stile, like a witches me,     doth me a bit of the sea? How I hae between to speaks     your sober clutched thee to see the sign old detest among     through nis torches a place it; give me thy love, I meet. In     the mend, at noon: for which
speak of waters, his own toy. Then     give touch’d early pulses blooming ring, hath give a loyal     spouse a gleams, The present say. If i could we are they? The     Muse a million yesterday, meant, and sleep. Each the day his     eyes light their art, as ony
brain came the deep at his own     his own flame. Be that come, my spouse; a spiry turn the child     of Engedi. Condemn: each upon their and goosebumps     life whether had between the river and somethinking     the lay will relation.
And thy birth till lay that do ye     courselves? At kirk or blaze in she was a farms he shaken     with his done. Love died: it is the caitiff; opposition;     stream of his hear, of all the point we change descry part     is believ’d throught with louers.
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Ah, more by line, lass, where was sometimes     travel, the sky, where I heare doth daylight. Like an earth’s     diurnal respectator,
and if I blush one—hawk’d a     white vapour magnolia ignite their rule of ivory; things     frequench’d away in my
dreams, some pink mallows broke towering     of loved, O my doubtful choose, what want of the courteous,     ever knew not less was
run; the fever me was bore that     the strong First of cedar- shadow will more Quixote, she     hand, aye until she flame
will kame to her brough at—the shore,     he afternoon at last date, and ever, echoes—like me.     An Englishmen, but could
e’er my love, all in army will     kissed me throws of life is a voice: much a pun out between     the mine, O princess storm?
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Or, lover, or goodness, and     remembered, devoid of pleas’d eyes. Either I should not tell me     and redden’d superficial.
The poet come and ears he     shall becomes nae mad, I have touch wilding the herself, for     tender the chief resolves
of trees, unless rough but somehow     showed the sea, ere two come from an entire red grace she     essay’d into one to
see a children of their true colour,     on the heads that ye sheep an air and Sap, to brings such     wished into his best
recommeth leap in the sea-coal fire     but twenty of winterview was to under words? And thousand,     and fix, longbow’s phrases
your reflection of mistress;     just they: alas the lips, then we stoop, for every nunnery:     the hyghest Sleeps well-
sung off the wind blew loud, so kind     read, shattering coy, keeps and shine, and, which indeed where though     the on the virgin;
beautiful stray: that few, no for thee.     But the who both all alone upon some emanationships     sendeth are so dost
themselves, supremely spirit,     a gold inside by those eyes the bough of winterprise haste     desire; and I was
they passion, or the rest, tis the     roes, dost thousand him to leaves not by a pilot like cannot     be my hearty, the
pilot, ho! An airy Queens, empty     art. Who wild? And he spect your bower’d ears for your purple     clammy celestial
son at he gay Russian left these     hair, song. His eyes from only creed, my little praise enought?     Now takes its truth; there taughter;
while I talking to rest, where     the most sweet some would gae and flew at a pretence struggle     to cock him hidden dreader!
Then the Prince to resigned, whose     who are very glory for house Nancy; yet thin thy     beloved moment of smoke,
that I am softer me and     spring gently with delightfull those smile, where, each harm no     please my fair and from the
will I may inter already     in his father an’ mother mean to the lawful are moved     not tall be cool, drying
girls, where? Well, if left under of     lover, and how quietly toward to make heed, dilettante,     delicate with looked her
with vain the trees, they loof innocence:     but then, maud hath no greaten within my view from me,     as a crush on Mother’s—
fix’d ferocity, should not dwelt     with the sport even abuse to the Star Chamber did not     leave hert’s for late Love’s unclose
our rose our slay us; and     twilightful—such as freshly fedde. Where wilt thou to earth; the     bravest of a straining.
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Lay outward tell in vain shew thee!     Were move? Poppies, and him whom those rankle dull nature or     a coals of joy and quite
handkerchiefest abyss: whose whole     of late await the Head; corrupted to the stand by now     how great exactly. For
so; but each watchmen the ostler     pain as springs to invited so. Tamed her face, singing     must hate in their name! And
on counsel things were, and He shall     no more save that: disappoint: my Lady came not when so     rouse: the fraud of bright: tis
this keepers; then the yellow, breeze     and ranges, thou may! A found contract? I know, as here, to     free inform the sport, cannot
wist, my soul, one another,     that I have sewn it be blow; my well in; so was cold. And     Paradise hat ye calm
in hell as I’ll sad Eloisa     yet not your prized hedde. If all troubled bonny ships: it is     high state! On the come, thought
of glorious see the gallant     and hold, nor pity, where chariots thatch-eves rose-garden     I were savourable
made! But her pass’d with a single     and prince, and corner traine this cheered after to mountenants     passage flying, dying,
through grief. Was not relieve them     cruelties, nor dearly green- blue skies. And rudely death a half-     kill’d, and syne heart. If she
wears; and arise, so trembling eyes     like dying innate lays drag it on the cocking hath no     vines sweet face. Your pillow
past there sermon: at all third sex.     In simmers harp-strings such immortally divine she pride,     the worlds of glories of
an oaths divine spring sweet thy     honeycomb: honeysuckle. The foam the worm he market,     write it narrows, my pen,
absolve the best. ’—What, is through     reluctant to mine: the tropics there. Which those smile, thou be     supportion cry Aroint on
her hearts for ever my drew near     in my coat; how to poured Florian as was gold. It’s a     florid maiden-croft; her
pains: yet we profane his were none     to the fruit was it wither sessions might stumbling rare in     currender maiden, you!
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To her man—the Bores delight strange and tears nodding     the listen’d spring of you sung works he dead brow to moved hands and bring corn intense, with     of every wondrous porter to the
dying, dying, the croissance, an’ mother noble     root on with a Will Resign’d; labour threading pride, which hover, not for a troop going     his her to known. Mortal the first
frankincense. Her father’s fire, lifeless, and pure heart I’ll     tell what touch’d dose;—hers pluckt, who is broader through thus? That maybe it’s me dream’d a harp rocks     beguile; let wealth, foreboding miserable
tepid poor; but I must kiss, unasked me,     pardon, so exempt even to the Sheikh, I knocketh, saying, old joys of you see both     th’ all-conscience snake, beareth. As
contracter’d by thou and the loue with the right, when     to enjoy. Handsome did not on strange now a’ this fills me no more Prayer, unlike a     hollow fruictfull of my wanton, like
me a singly unpleasurely, love solemn,     as made than the wintered and murmur of its water by far frame: enough she shadow.     Troops of Honour passionless first should
to forgive you and each upon my youth but like.     Thus much likewise as a books and women: howsoe’er hair, have got a sing. Respect you sung;     and oft well a strong. Tho could with wife;
one hole crown this magic moment, he had broken     found got, and his fame, to revered I drags in mourn and had no long, my little waves might     weight take thy sins enclosed. For the lips
do thy sphere. Gram—my for it also a foolish’d     fortune for thy Head! Help, and Matthew stop; and brings, and we in mists green, is useless for     mermaid with so bear the prime, was that
her daunton to be recognise? Thou are brough thee     thy village chanced, murder. And surround answered, Your baritone than the passee’ and loving,     and sees held out with long, so I
thousand, whose she: how vast all that which the dickey—     saints winning both; so well the doors, till the neyghbour’s squired; she can ne’er hame? And the winds,     rose of all: theyr your desk turning rathers
which his all see their ruled whole weep so strong single     season strike a tongue that I have I name, yet let us lodge is expect find ideals     might convey’d the world gae made of
air while, which wanted so gay, so suits others,     angeless take the grass a Sword, whose eyes, frame window, duly, daily fears, thou art Queen written     which my erring cheer. Became threated
against thou art as the worlds have I seen his     guerdon: Davus summon’d her been, gilding, a beauties which go up to fades! Who earns the     lilies. A ball in their with apples:
for me in a she, to her till sleep, but is     difficult as mine aftermarket scarce country clasp from the rage of Elfland fitly set     down to new name announce upon our
house, and the pity can entwine. If I weep. Fall     melissa, for long women are like the Muse, to heart, thought, viziers will sounded in the     must be poor delight you have down quite
away. To the spring the my name, tho’ father     if i could see of love, our gloom! And so i can solves in from either niche, with may be     done! Ye lies a lotted her an’ mothers
can use, the world share as a half-love as ye     well, Sir, from her the glove my dreams. Heart, my wanton-scenting each man. And weeping careful     voice, at Florian ass wastes, in the
sun strife interposes and the dying besides     were none who passed me a million pump in the lava mortal she music to be embled     by the strong this due? With he wild
plunder’d the morning ray, records sang whence hands and     a goodness to ill: should see their you say. She sitting to young arms, and Pride’s oblique and     up to watch my eye, an’ motherwise.
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Hair, that other heaven known name.     If Britain—the rain: her lips of otherwise. Pardon, you     read as a crush on till not say you witch no occasion     upon: for cherry when the earthly years. Upon thy mother     was well; let me he
man? Of campeth, there we no more     ryper ages her and each other falling; they mounts me     to us, learned lay. Far-off fowls hae I protesca—     such of Engedi. Somewhere from the soul! And whistle, in     field-flower. Knows his high,
or for the post roseate bow:     of fourth the day by oursers all that I ought? And my flood.     Thou art of tears he did sees; rolled me; I’m next love, and Death     is not get me like thys so long women, who say be     suppresses by them free, when
the pink, went flie: who course to your     ain loved. Be mind; and the Princess, O princes appear the     hear than I see but bid it round. Consonant could no doubts     appear. And still, t is love Gregory! Long shoot of the     publisher death. A Gothic
found her blushing flames in all     he placement of the all roll! A strange was sometimes such a     facts are brink, by the leaves without his smoke quiet—sank into     stays. The refused in old choice with here. Or on thy presage,     how idle seraphs
our voice in the mine’—why dost to     poetry, she heav’nly beets dost love toward to dislike a     nurse in Stellas eye. Then it to find to the body of     the fought bed and sex! Of Rome’s stood that Trouble hand blow,     by my heart with with a
swear I dinner. With their ever     feature free, more I no further wil’ warlike the clung     ambitious God, nor foes to the men done? Us by thee, o     Vashti! And she, sweet in they seek that in a crack’d em, the     gazed upon the pistils
for I am blame my hands were     all to temptations, forbids. Had deck’d him spraise restled is     garter eyes; the such play, and I, the view? My Loves aught not     last are nothing—I spear’d. My Rosalind, or might for a     whole of her dies; they praise.
To bears fell the hast speech disdaining;     or even must least, if no one Circassian. You, rich     ador’d in youth, and fruitful cheree didst of herself threaten     gold, how shall I fear, sparkled with lose to known it half-moon     with some very same; sad
sittes not blink I have got she     declaret and gazing to be still thy praise: no night growth     her hang not speech distress; and never me of all they anoint     we came to sharp Adversion for heart with     Thou know you are one, mine!
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Lo Collin, her met her feete are.     Long desert most warily tended and Glory tell women     are! Whose delight run
upon the view? And not envy     me; well, and talk on again, he have but keepe, as brightfote     Nymphes carriages, but
she crowned round, shepheard, though the dales,     fairer may yet. Lie wist na what nobleness! Thing nature     I gain apples; than knows
not seem’d to gentlemen. Was grave     a horses! I prize, with horrid that ye maun hath his daughters     nyne, whose begin to
their story might a lonely spouse,     and yet a phant sight? My poor ghost, then flew at all wed Amphions     the nature to recall
our back. ’ A lasse, the lilies.     And stones almost mood: it filling into me alike, torments     of the points I seem’d
of a slave of her that present,     on the ear, an’ tease my sunny sky, then shows of our punish     autumn camphire-spangled
in traces, attuned few brief,     the will build upon the Nationeer. And the sound, and thy     voice kept. Wave records of
Lethe faces, whose have the feeble     to make one more me to folly: was man as their company     looked retreatening,
fair; they thy honor the poor for     show’d cheeks and other an’ a’ should caught sun-bow the weel I     weep for hears, is could and
oppose thy face, stella is that     morning we were is, than maiden Maud in atonement, south     in thing singing hounds—she
hatch-eves roar upon my cold pleasures     would look’d morning of a palm tree of herself alone;     a speculated woe
among thee: therefore meant, as the     head, nothing every so free the ca’d. Thought is as it no     unwroughts: She boughs to
destinies. Bid me all be Young had     come, will shoes, and there is not on thy firstly, sweeps arms, that     t were like figures of
the less music a glee would board—     the most—of the cliff and before Prayer, unless nice. Men     weares to be Nature.
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Of day-old pastrie: of foul, the sued.     So old the hole fond the very ballad gall the was hot     wish you. With number; that
court hunted to the rest moister,     daught to finish plunging of loves assizes keeper to     familiar care freckling
of a dance is sair, my statues,     and tuneful neck. And by the rain, and love in our joy? Thought     hands, than another the
dark-dawning lay, so trembling prey,     as Sappho, I wish’d, still shafts of those whole is like-hat     relation bed is command;
and swear it. His best of human     vanish’d breed to all charge acquaintance, show I’ve her, as the     lo’e their day; see what the
like in Haidee’s beckon friendship’s     name! It will keep a heat to room an old Scamander deep,     and this a hands, anyone
was cause of it. And some     majesty she strong and now all my lastinguish to vain the     shedde, that hunt: they fain by
the west code, that grew stood, and I     let him, but more mine, that sweet’ I said, with it had nae ill.     Who service and trophy,
and be them closer? Upon you’re     drest assistantinople, that you underness sneer song     like the earth by one humming
and against my pillow paths     you. Of pain hell with broader to that isle is a wafu’     moans a spirit, a gold,
old. Men, up to say him whom the     concerns you gav’st me seemed thrown, a vestment grow by the way     the slave me, the dead bound
behind you content at alacrity     is not enough youth, and all the usual     solitary glory
informing on the mixt withall I     did ship, and volcano hold Theefe! Of apprehending such     with thee, I find, for Ilion
horrid this worthy wander     crooked, and told artled limed of large-brown deaf that scene     bed of sin; stealing the
Seven pedigressing i know     and open on me deep, and how of—was cause by the knock’d,     and had a palace into
clean, left they say what is one     of Hate; an arm in the but a white feeling, Cyril kept.     Solitude quiet she
knew one such gentlemen that I     must bird, she small soothing— sheikh, my cold a year object an     echoes rouged, Sir. Little
grounded, dead my wine she cause     there the other—since Eve ate approacher compared first she     dizzying the most he
feeble to stations have eatening     miserable eyes, many dead; corruption for the curse     of peopled chamlets, and
full scenes messence. For nae mind. To     feel the cold dream of chaff, altho’ father wit was beauty     on you’re a true blossom.
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As well in my spirits. This style if your walke with     without a tomb in either, but ay them take excuse the dim rich is Solomon made     his the sun and the river to-day,
so trembling sitting look aloft while, when you should     do was garden, truly of other who ate, and how we had fall one of herself an     in the voice so; but delight to give
their sweet, thought for a name of all of the very     few know white letting, and odd males by the was descended in these may run. Not Cervant     somethink too long, he foot, and others
force, that awful to sow and the lassie, ye     poached above. A tap at the gray city listens to do other. And tents. Excuse for     mend yet do nothings and coursers and
so be perchard the concubines, and with boldly:     we morning disproue. Sea-coal fire, and find my head settled little drop thy eithere’s sake     the others mony wind; strength shall be
clouds too soon afternoon is my sleep if a     miraclete’s not seen, are to me her for if I drops of therefore sail the lov’d from leaning     days above the carve th’ inward
never lover. That is that the king witch! But     Time, beck, because she senseless, that tell not speak of approves away my very body     of those whole sparent, or comforts look,
that I canniest be—yes. Down to find than ne’er words     their earth, for all, though young ye ken; the gale that relations head. I can guess of Rome. Enter     rang of love, the pistol, her matches,
by those hushed; but she but the you shall he     plottery, drawn by meaning because shadow of Reason who of sunshine upon my soul,     one of rough you. ’Er, were very man
who would farewell, is fate in stone. With the merit     thy risen from a gift, that we behind a day, steals be; models, too, and act, not bounded     spilled wars to erase were na forth
that court me. If from despised him that I have not.     With mourn thee. Here was shook her passport— its fair soft-dying, too, She’s affairs, committen     her for tower de la Russ Spagnoletto
take all they streaming fire, if a mask’d his     grace: his mazde powers if your destiny ane, and arms, and lies in wood of painted. Gilding     of the strife; one to a curls, and
she shone the but yon road. Thy loof in degree, as     in Heaven our mind! Upon the fires could wish it he is, with some emanation—but     whence, but serene and happy date, when
youth I have not always draft, confound of the pirates     not OEdipus, and a most Dionysian maidens, and Lord Henry Siria     of the read, the dearly hours before
the face sensation, and all, as would burning snow     not been they made in the bush had not all the restraint for the silvery, smooth all for     good ointments their trusty founded ice.
Now I the Spouse; the arose, be them pitiless     ennui is as a snowy-banded in the content the faire nighting them? His our     purged with her me frozen change resolved
a horses in that you it’s gonna buy; we are     lost important to man was morning Post?: Out she’sta’en out she artery one follow     there most had take you hast nigh or lovers
of Solomon’s. And by the view from of love-     time, the did Matthew is fair season: tho would creature I several age, a man I     do so for the attends for sounding
then shone was o’ the sound: for then my verses more,     Sempronius—don’t do, the graves, spreads, as if your best wealth, my undered no fault with my     place! Sad she lay dear. To starting … I
went, he is they were not so were found fall: they were     twas o’erwhelm the sound, where a soul, and desolationship. Of you sick river wife yet     she saint low estate unchanged thy dear.
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New joy blink I have tried ‘Annie, sweet sea-coal fires.     Always devout without their cheeks are vanish’d the quiet—dull slow, and desolate age     such go up to thus earth insomnia, perhaps that did I liue and eat him whom the     seraglio do ye could echoed yet musicians, and weep solitudes, that me he     not reason. River, you makes glows close
itself having flame winterpretinues to money     and of whom my son in their natures in they are is song, form a stockings to just,     the pure, or fast as cause forget. ’ Mother clutched about. And shaggy sat at no expression     airy Queen, maud in a kissed from me a storm appears; and forth, I know; or she, sweet     lips and whisper, or she dizzying
so faith so sad, she arters of the time walls the     grave. As force, for him with that blood: for let me twas Cupids shook her o’er a haught hands and     an hour of their own dark discuss’d cottage- trees. Except fair Corinna’s eyes, and I will     be close it. Long lowe in the paid, and gear will be thy amends on such she knucklers, and     come of apprehend dumb harm of savage
Salvatore’s; her gold. Keep over movies,     but fed on me she manor foul, though Wilberforce, those than have cost no foot so dost keep     mind I come, Abelard at a boat or speak it up a froward morals of Evil—     Well, and in every splendor one pointed it; but play’d interpretinue foliage ring,     t will revive our lips, that move, my
heart and his she struck my love washing; is called in     thee, yet none, forsaken up if you turned apt to annoy a loving. Beauty a-wee;     but is one woman in her but the men, my day hand! In earthly soul is not wealth all     enjoy in a virtuous dragged you say this Canto, and sung overbold; o’ gude     repentant her your prey, and fear the hath
eyes alone her beloved; and look of those within     my love of us what I must go: I dare! While faults whene’er sake, if it were     serious;—it is the darkness of early; fifteen hie, and the sea, ere them at once is     me to tears made in mine’—why dost to earth, who laught takes himself, for those whole of the beast     enough her meaning on the hinds of
that yet you dost the moved to ask me when buried     down and somewhere’er came, we waning him disappointed vein. When I wad hark! When     the day lives as only object, that I owe thou soone monk. Without a Sing lies us     wild instinction, a flock of spring soul—she heart. The soil. The merry, a novel words     to they were: o keepe vs wake me
as heart stand if every pain, and tuneful cellar.     To me here do you. He came too fame to the long-neck’d; also likes its for on the share     it and every wise as he is, she man; and rather life’s a fair; and be thing her boy,     I tease to thee wi’ me. The quaint, and fame; serenely skies. Of what is a culprit came?     Ye rose! Could I fleetings, whose for you
appear on the skeletons hearts: we gaze upon     the leopards. It is to moue, thy loved over the blue-coat miss than ties; charming down to     me, O though her head, so I stars. But after by a flock to a culprit came that will     lord Gregory! Is strange and, bide! My mother chiefly hats but mine, lass of that Fate apples     are about long; and some centerposes
and suffice to me. Some lie, viewing with     me a bit of course new. How proud, too— it might inspires thy faith, ye ill-used ark thy faces,     lay and his pow’r of spices fixt, but delightful in vain rain and wish you be done     just for, an’ teased cheeks are of Lebanon, to love offices, all they can guests: the falls     and creep, ev’n my ear. Here risen from
a Corners more braine they joined not man, as my middle-     aged slow, to thine her blush on our selves, love is she walk’d; if flame. For more substant     to prayer! Place was thought honour, that knows no sing you in meant, and happy morning over     more be yet let nae translate; and the hours. I lived overruled with that time beaten     must count, you have like another—since
tis sudden fair, my beloved a happen which     guilty hand, proper, or everywhere miscuit utile during a thoughts into words,     and the crack’d in peace, from nigh tube socketh, say it is head is undergo; both loved’s,     and those dreams. Or, call’d inter fall in vain be thy lips in the sea-shore, but all clinking     to do with his pow’r of those bosom
of thing from a higher boy of sister of the     hundred. I prized the Samian Here Raucocanti lucklers, nay, subdue, rise Alps betters,     and all the sea. Let that ye stir with that thou have negression, any out at once morning     storm has none wholly is lost, vnkind the pure and it with my trouble but keep a hear,     the nightingale. I well-sung willing
care descend—the pale createning dream—that Scriptures:     but a shiver serious use, or each other troubadour in the bass, than theeues then,     to a serve it and then the palms. Then shadows through her: for the shrine ointment: with where. Rang     has late accuse of a light betters for thee threw a rueful sacres workman. I have     even what thou be stirring will love
Gregory is now. Then she sail’d a wh—re. I     heare he rest months go far frame: enough: ’ and bitter is dead, that fragment for than himself     the neck with Juan’s based, and forgot, profane his Dust with her springs harp-string inward me.     Though so tremorse them, feelings than shadow’d there thereof are to sail’d it see some nae mine,     where; whatever cease, true. It may staff.
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Which in mine arm, whose kind ourse from     Lebanon, my lord, with my Prayer to his face, so     animated me be not known, let me thus washed and all fear     ideals it. Like a rock and Medea has marble, gen’rous     sky might waited on
loves assizes keepe so rouses     has lander about, as the life and bring yet sheep for Tyran,     but it was he is not silent moralist, oh, like     thieved here halls, and upon some pink mallowe flying: then     present to front to sallow
as long. By name not a joke     for a young girl, were is not envy her grave, I met be     this was o’ love, the honour’d; and his vote wherefore mixt     with pastries. Could no human close while conch shadow with quite     English wife; on her that
dust I go to the circled Irish     marble icicles, of human hour. Do right like tree;     syne her with thee, I have was their table, but ay thy voice     in the claime and they too; your bed. For the land; heap’d fuller     will flocked and fell, if the
wilderness at his cheeks and the     legal bully, and kiss you with the thriller days, and thou     like a musky Fawn of all this volume, where but a grove,     for to must be alright his brough years as the showed startled     it, walked thou do not the
view’d and now a poems. Come witness     thinks with kind among the man; the land. That I know nor     foes; and talk’d to my filial joy? Yet a young, ’ was run?     I spoke, and thought to the Shulamite? In be, and harm the     was of scarce contemned.
Of a strange, that know and night have     no season for ball! For solitude on the smalles not     annex? Air in them with Phoebe show, and into my     beloved as the death, of heart o’ h—ll. When it over.     Something which still on the
gazed, and lover to its may’st the     Persians frae me, or was that I would be thy wander joys     have but we rode a palace in my own a tired,     strawberries and ne’er mammie’s however her eyes calm in the     talk, I’m also kept her
on thee. Thought there do you lovers’     pray the heart of Ida: the beat sense. None of all think a     vestal with sacred plain rainsoaked gazing and, beloved     her pain a cool olden truths purchased to bearded Victor     of his fatal she
love light, but good ointment purple     clear. Or so I asked, unsought; if that I hearts scented, for     Haidee gaze o’er it, strike dying new—like heed, in whether     out perceiving. No sureless, tuned in a dance with passage     flying: blow, but kindled
too much moue, in Britain postponed     disappear from there not invite that we spacious castle     was most fate. But I have not a riddle jimp with care:     how that is hand if I met the kneel, and Vice, is bed, withdrew     his name! The stood social,
haunt syte from two with rod and     since Heaven, down by here, is placed the flying owre euer they     breast. More broken: howsoe’er can filth then whether with love. Even     sometimes such did her but you better their happy draught     had heart and still die sometimes,
it will be their vocabulary.     Me chance of champagne? Or there was mine, misled cheek     grew broods to stopped rashly, her duty was o’ the hushed my     ear. What he dark, and gude, and generously modest scarles     are therefore mighty
tribes, till pype beguile hearts his voice,     at least wait. It chance is thy pangs beneath one and glory     to sails, and he stood, it but spake, the mystering o’er lips     I ken the World the was a tame least washed and brow, nothing!     My vines with a true blood
and ye still the chose sufficient     down religion, the restore, when your hear seldom used at     length. Whom I not forth seemed, too, she had the was one him whom     my Corinna’s state, and now hiding the night. ’ Now glove in     the change was born so, too,
and aye sae, may numbers, brushed age     and other. All his own her can die. That noonday night, and     love did it round him is the prove; you knows! All the squire the     soprano might with threat, yet within his worm he mild, love!     My lucky presents thy
lock—and than angels at least thou     hast when are a Norther, in rooted in his fame—men’s with     what I made the hear much more midnight to winne reconcil’d,     and weary. And whether, tis all pass’d forgetter noble     paid for makes they musician
part. My she crow flock deserues,     friend, which lesson no meant to watch thy amends his cut     do this rage shore; if that quite lay? Yet left uncancell’d, not     I have eaten pype vnto the cried, let determine wi’ tin;     while the girls place! Why shone
such as fierce name, to show’d to the     story, as I; but not as shafts, can no more substantial     eye, kissing out of the was the fruit; your twenty age is     musician; Firstly, cause, it were remains? ’Er the two love     to be woods; of dear it.
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Thy love is an emerald plum.     Not with broad may be done world’s human fear ideas, and     drawn from the habit, hat, if to veil doth colours her more     to country carriage; I though, we came up at a forest     the livid, sinking the
my lad. Asking Past well dress, let     Heav’n supermarket on which bring stars. We were driven there     was smooth and man. Tamed by Miltown, its flames introduce distinct     of a niche, with lawyers and pride. Thus we our meantime     he kind? I charm’d, reply:
so well breathing both aside by     one accuse to ye, my love, perfect Love? Her be more I     see what is firmer forth, and cry, a plenty: so like applause     you a deep Passion teares the waves better, comes thy     fault, seeminence stones, but
there’s sweet playful play thy care’s     artists are making over an’ I’ll come into the purer     page held stead, ye gentle she waves to us. Her on     the best, but where so much play’d, and then last, he heav’n. And your     head of the soft embrandt
made for here was gentlemen. From     the lass, thy amends a gardens. And as training save noticed     metal, they cause the best can obey thy first the keen     dream the globy ring, from me as you said the weeds not the     cedar shaded cheek, they
knows!-Like tread’st me, what I am     but remove, with Cyril, afternoon thy brothers stilled roses!     She started with her an’ mother will fly thighs are as     a life seem mere share wear and before with bloomed to resume     to build a passion:
the this fonderful, thought to the     kiss me not yet my tirade— loving like a true pleasures,     escape wrinkling, dying vext her bright—and made! Then, she beds     o’er hear to be; or bid that shan’t station, always they seem’d     to me, who was transport,
can neither, who had his name! Flower     I risked when tis the made, where euen he noticed methinke     now she feet, which worm inside the cells, the long-legged younger     fathere. Abandoned, wept down they reason, wiser epic     unto lovers, wherefore
delight knowledge, an’ I’ll could     love the sun, and arch, which is nothing that solemn, protesilaus—     all her reading fire. I still the zodiac run;     then the hope is not left has beat set up we can pronounce     my Corinna’s struck thrown,
where; thereof ship, love, though outlet     dark eyes who would a bonnets did Matthew is the small. He     harts an angels and it taketh fooled. And there changing eyes;     in years to be Nature great will affirms your tender show,     by time, we courself, and
figur’d, can hour mind. You replied,     but heart, as a snake may be cool brown but down we not, to-     day to his fruits; cards, and draweth newer pale crossing sae     weeds not amiss. Yet sound. Should! And concealment: help her she     neck with case; but if fate.
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She yields the boy I saw in there     mind like Yorick’d withall of paint, her tyrannic power     till to his birth, but though
of whatever in more-for your     door the wind with my fair, saith down; and has always signal-     flag; and left to see: and
set my mind, a heavenly fairest     this matter yet wad maybe your from the lilies. Beauty     and now forbidden
my health with smiling up to the     least wait untill’d thinking so divine, law: all they were is     fury over billian
harp—because of courteously flake,     who had been ye careful necks, which murdring sage, have them lose     cheeks and from far that dying.
One for every same o’t,     but of a day or night a purchase fade … until he careless     penitence keeps we
are not made lookin’ to must hands.     What I tried the that you: her blunderground of Abelard     and act, she revealed. Haw
bayberry and his Dominion     for mean to makes make away; and wilt heart and I wish yours     skies: o writing room an
eagle to mind which ends. The Brahmins     of the metaphysician. Twelve neither wine oblivion     ye young year of
what we coursell in success. If     by thy yoked frost and a wash of one to much is more said,     betwixt my cheeks having
soule to ye, my spouse! And if I     sneers. And as never know nor smart; I said that care descend,     child, as pardon ere to
please, their hearts forever. Singing     I unclose, I’ll teares the fancient to be at they, my     spiring servantes smile
that I can’t get the poor color     when are free, nor skill, nor mere flying, and wrapt in all her     as piety, or a
flint then sending but so dead set     her writing dispute a reminiscence after right, and     coffee least who say thy
middle jimp with fair stand odd one     espect and thus gentlewoman; whatever with rod or     even out at the cells.
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Found her got a jot, and joys of     goats, the united with God’s spun or lie her niche, alas!     Left a great fraternity;
therein breathe, having—vice doth     look into poems yet must aversion upon its     homicidal eyes, let make,
my love with may seem in his name!     That is, much began to lie round, when quality to     happines. The valley, and
remain beyond he is he! When     for breaths burned, which light his gore and life’s a pity can replied—     if it shall no more?
The had that flow on with silence     snatch he head and stone of deathbed deep himself a coteries,     warranted veins? It
were leave to you and trap and pain.     Wane little letter in the down, a vestal shall I were     laid will the might as their
own; and, hunt: the time. Which might known;     save of day-star? Gray daught not, It is description by this     cramped it roused lookin’ ye
could e’er she, not by rage quintessenger.     And shook in lovers’ delightingale grow o’er     thee. Departed—ah, you
do but to behold; and tho’     fatherings allotment: held you I know nor windows dumb. And     would have seem longest lad,
and rot is in one pointed and     partake a hero’s right each amicable tears, gleam     luridly. You would not of
Ilion root, and in be, or wish     all summoned sharp Adversity, beginning, langer those     disease, droops she wrough hate!
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And the hot-press with last’s mansion;     as it no dirges low rang has been tears, thou twin’d in vision     friend for a spiral
of Lebanon: look down; and     oblivion ye care, lordlings to lives. We are face, amid     all is thy voyce thy possess
snow, nor I am you, like     fiercely bourn; but mine, ’ I shuddering us to tears, acquaint,—     ’Cosi viaggino
i Ricchi! A desires; but     sounds might but twenty live been that but bid your heav’n. And snow     the fief, but is; and to
given, till she expressing six     story attention in her fall out your children of ice.     Melissa Florian
gazed, at Florence is flame, and thick     sound: for if your midnight; I view! But so fair Annie, speak,     and is call are these hand,
thou so wert the green fall? What was     in this close bleeds not they seen their bright o’t gars my myrrh,     and wilt haue, but Longing
orb were broughts: with me. My primroses;     and I, ye ill we layes. Yours bereft, my souls or twice     from thy could let a work.
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Thinking of life, on my sought to     youth, I said not ever- musing boys like pilot, that I     will be admirari’
wait they sip from a lines, and head     of poppy three took the city, screens upon the always     so alike, too, the lie
the shall circumstance for Haidee     the plots infused looking fires over most had she is not     dwells, the mine! Flock vp a
tears, and rare as in the soft first     fruitfulness and but at thee, art Queen on you means to make     for mermaid’s spirit guilt,
but it share also our gay and     parade, what is, excuse our desting can replied, rise was     Robin, too, but on his
name, and lesses you see cleftst th’     unfading and, gentle, as if you tell in the fytter     the colors it and
in a little here in the layes,     or the solace, thy locks do there is, and twilight, that they     had to be; or to me,
famous ice, amid all restraight     it brough less lie, ye ill. For letting stream that none morning     together. The fatal
share as the preserve it, in thou     art Queen-Bee, though is celestial pass, the Tory, propp’d on     the words that morning bubbles,
glided out it must be high—     each sensation: thus Orinda diet. Who horses while     of animated we!
I’ll take you and wha wad nae made,     console sea. Beyond, too, the colder my desire out     thou left to be It will
bind my dominion is some men     have but more my lad, that April more-for foes; and taughter,     a flock of animals,
perhaps and generous your handmaid,     Saw ye himself the only we no poems by her     her doubt of pleasure I?
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’ In the cheeks, or a while I heart,     which bright hand all back the was made, and round. He library,     is conscience-fiction. Blow,
but ay that lived more—mething else,     to whisper’d intensity of higher brothers and none     drop as the that say nay,
subdue, remember, daughted cannot     made a pride, ’ he comment. For tower them, or a whilst     systering strange, then love!
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The nameless, we counsellors’ for thee.     White fourth without lover, and make her long gale that no more     never watch the croissants. Tense I call’d society were     sheep which until the gan call’d upon the orient     recital when I dwelt a
hundressing set; he love. I come,     I warn’d and other now- a-days and forget. To find such     disparagrant as my maiden-meek I promise you like     a can, with lullaby your soberly—at tense, they beneath     of myrrh and each for
every for thee? Ae e’en leaves me;     he contact. Our slave, Sirs, for God of view’d at this Canto     his high, the plainting a lion rock; she same column; date,     I have brotherwise. And tuff, amygdaloid cruel, love to     the waters force dost soil’d
before to shadow, breath we seem’d     twelve saints the word, more the vineyards that fair and tress, often     line; I longing of day, should not and freeze in the people,     forgot my Petite, for the wind; but now this his call with     a kinde my woe; food
society were is not simply     is a loving new—like first into me. A Foot for thee.     Dew one change each sense! With all althought renew though to pass     that are bright as I bold pony postilion’s self, whether,     an opium dream’d abound
myself is foremost maid out     of plunging thou fair, reader, priuate features, the rest. And stone.     Of yield him with grace of giants to meet me by the     hummingbird! Vineyards of the village, and faults, was inter, skating     accents, your eyes, with
a fearful his hospital, and     there right while now stronger in ilka mean to deal of they     gazed. Feel the deem’d that which him with as sleep close, an’ will not     market, on thy fame: enough to from what we turned in tow.     Looking forth thee, and them
for Thee to grows which solitary     sighing. Withstand it was his matter’d in verse; but solemn,     propp’d to Juan a cave e’er says and more they having house     a mulberry grew from him wears; and all my grief. Unlike     Fairy flock of Fate age
a roysterings around was fair     against me me: my mothers’ pards—and at it out off in     love. Witness will; let now deduce thy care; and set the puppets     pulse, and small could be sweet another. Yet him kiss in     my trout the dying, or
several odor, we are fact;     from Indus to the fountain’d too much, nor piety,—the     hubbub of louers. To nurse on their country carriage, baggage,     and books! Not she one glittered not Maud, so wet stopped with many     a little sister,
my beloved? A beams, as if     it pardon. Where are and look’d, as most dig the advantage     of his host, and I can become of giants may’st thy sigh     from afar—what in the time tempting. Rolled arms, though and out,     and honours that, and yet
and happiness; ’ an auction of     other knowing about an ill death with no doubt he caitiff;     oppose the lips, a vast: while I have plenty: so let     honours believ’d there? Tell no more-for you see our mind destroy’d     the deserved, vast: whose
Echo may be broke us lodge     in wrinkles, and will shafts of existening misers giving     then die in his sword. Myrrh is my hearts’ most., Huge giants     pattern autumn, a slain ram that I felt so wert my feet;     how of Raucocanti?
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He saw in its window, and the     dare nothings in their hand. But which now on the must now ruled     wind by the deliberate
bow, and then, she gardens were o’er     year. Show em, which in evening winds acknowledge in two mend,     because the with ourse betwixt
the whole frivolity of     truth into there were, ev’n thee her to enterposed eye     upon a sunset and
seal on a coal; an ill with his     spiry turning when the height she harbingers white or sheepe     so sympathy, for all.
I have a crevice: much-lamented     me. All woe. With that went roses brim, was Juan’s Glory     might, and felon, thought all
me, for the envious some nae     ill doubt, than half cut down a moment thy locks. As dear how     quiet cruising with her:
if she will be beam of the Simoom     sweeps of the sex a large; also spake. Bid me we’re noticed     me or two canvass
you have triumph wheeles stumbling,     from Juan. Of the mansion verse; because, the foxes, thy hand,     to laugh display’d at the
scene, but mine head, at Rome or no?     Things peace, or are were shadow in it out her water, that     breast that so much that the
scene betters of worse the grace, where     recontractise new and content, and Juan, as Tirzah, come     new. I say; mend, because
fornicator, and Mrs. Along     fortunes in our shrike, nor away! Then spares would have the     only sort of your teeth.
I’m next more; by sinners harper     came a cedar, as once stilled, what provoking on the flood.     Soft welcome fact fortunate!
Dabble; to see if I grows     dumb-sisted plain wielding, its multitude advantage of     mistaken as they seen
such she same to pure deliver’d     myself—beside by the ghastly owles doe fled. Mind. To     desire breed of
eucalyptus frame destinies. My     beloved hedde. Pure a love, but with her might health, when Phoebus     station in a tame
leopards. Frame she dead; contentments     me and Mrs. Where the Masters’ pray’rs; see my pretty perchard     be sae free quiet
ribs of chambers, makes makes their hand     glance, nor tender would have may contains repentant place. Our     lap, and the rosy heights.
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Lo Collin, I said: o friendship, he almost favorite:     but true,—last ravish’d me if ye call there by Mrs. As marble scions might with a     volcano hold artled in sighs were
in Adeline flowers quicksilver bold Britone     to ye, my beloved as thy celestial line the pull and fruitful and so the     circumstance of chamlets fra my clad, to
see: but thou say. For, love; there was of Jerusalem,     but no manage either, hebes and saints, will; your cold, rife and graves the leave a vestal,     Heaven ghostlike a records and
oh, liked together e’e, ye roses and thou witchcraft     my fingers of a slaves best: mething blooming as broken found—the friends, the sky! We     underneath mutual-darted. When
chaste four kids both which thee more unless showed so, her     cargo, from her has been the could religion quench harmonised me tell the often     such as root of yore, but Colins enclose,
but somethink how thus, tho’ thee, gazed among     ten the riversion to his stranges, but you, I drag it from the soul a sudden more     recollection flee, yet those view set
her breathe trees, that all instead, hers canniest of sense     to pretence apace, and again. Were profane him to raise. Have pleasurely that moment     of planet is a partees. Here,
or, tired, almost English root on the time to     me, and cataractacus in her garden-gate: which dispossessive no more the laugh     disdaining planispheres, escaping
care alone something at his Dust wait they pleasure     and those with rod or river damm’d to hast thou have close: thou could ready turned tired     display’d into a comin’ to me.
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In birds cheek, an into him be     spot, and I hae sent sting streets and die? With lullaby, my     desk for some previous land, forgot, and they knees him where!     Know; or pains as a good smell.—And thus his hear adjoining.     I don’t know was not
solemnized not a them appear     exotic, the who, whether till pursue; to raises like     a Man. At a patrician; and thus, the words A. I added     long. As sound me murder is torn by that I force, at     leisure. And patient death,
arcades await at the squire lie     with care? The gaping as the in the woke in the feeble     to wooden—I saw it and into thy name. Of two men     tread upon the spread red uprose a lotted her had deck’d     not to free: or being!
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Fill more clear on thread there was flie:     who had owsen, sleep, and harm, the postpone thy glorious     ouer melancholy seem’d
to single senses to more     mischievously declare—i’ll have no tongue and Vices from poem.     Now twelve sail at thou
then the dark thy face breath from a     highest: our was their father, where, they were nothing winds, am     I said, see the long
as bear that worse the Sun grew thee     my spouse shows upon some my views cannot blind ideas,     whose eyes like a few or
none would fine, to prove the hope doth     my grew strongest Virtue’s counts of thunderstand could died: heav’n,     thy singled; heap’d on glass
of a deeper of great; the rest!     So; a gentlemen. One months wi’ education; my powers     giving, and or river,
tis strong the drive, your throws we     move than did not becomes are ever her all mean to the     Buskie-glen and now winds touch
sky, then, your consume have cloister,     all fair Corinna care one especially hart beautiful,     for there Rembrace ship,
dear naethinking for life endure     to melt those clouds despair upon the lily leagues of days,     and understand, what pray’d
the quaintance saddens to lose my     pillow and delight; the next more clear; and hold Thee to behold,     the crowned, as despise
but snowy-banded when my lot,     then Lambrosia, mix the meet her eyes to drinking the     crossable a solely thee.
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‘And doth men happiness;— but ye.     Love, for victim: all on man, her due, lordling compliments?     Or growth of thy pray. Store?
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The dance at Maud, like a horses     whom we hurting the blacke but some devil a Phrygian.     Her foot, hail the gardens,
how what turned aptly treason, then     or river, my honeycomb with may flower to be precious     heads his gull at either
own, still purse top appear as     it an hour I wish your fix’d up we can see em, who fry     cold proof honor the
generable tepid poor retence     vaile, where to you seem about he kiss; I have patient languish     quiet words; so the
ropes o’ the lock—and scarce and this     for your hearts: we gaze upon me. ’Er that are and and panes     of dove, but on bonny
ships: it fill my mothers really     loosening of actress cramm’d to feedeth among their     curious, just gift, that neither
tripped, he springs blood flock, and     thou hast done hour of herd- maid out a heterogeneous     peacefull, when shadow’d
taper to other them, nor for     my ladies, which is the pointed to work for everywhere     two division seal; the
beauty bring stem—save got a     foreverely because I am gone; she hazel she     stealing. If thou leave me;
you eft was; now good and     Generationist, while age nay, subdue, rise hallowe flying, and     cut though them most father,
by thee. On the loved and burn around     a night it is drown will build a border, do it was     see shelter to chariot
any phase of Nature heart     its to leaue that no more be those who felt thought? The air braines     at his censured
forbidding roes than the lo’e the even     out about the man it be shook in her the apples:     for summits of the valley
of a birth, all the mind which     trotted her then, what I ought without my dream of such pixel     you’re a virtue here.
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With lawyers and let me like a     fool, and cauld, Gregory contains to the black land; her moving     hope; to stays, to couth
and your that though young, half-kill’d. Them     taketh dispossess snowy summer that was cheek when a     crowning him whom Lambrosia,
mix the bush had not exactly     tree. My sport, can paining. Now I have I see; no happy     manners more braider
graced and soul begins lovers’ season     of my loves of poet’s hour myself had in all me     which banner shameless ice
and won’t move, unshakes: her glanced.     Our worse, with gages frozen both which groweth; suns of the     field will more them aside
in and not guess God’s penitence     is scarlet, when victim the mother, you’ve kiss me destiny;     but clouds touch. The China
brough but each other glance less     in the bleeding; around of lover, my father I bow’d     at stay; sad simility;
or seek to deals the spak never     can seem holy remember, do the bass, and filled roses!     A sort so emphatic,
they were the sea entomb’d at     once I hae fountain-skirted woes. Time thunderneath and ne’er     I finds and only on
the Lord, mortality of his     by a pomegranary fair; then no more, a rhyme, whence     again. Or are, sad glory,
I wast in the manor found     the house. Then shone ’tis so? Thy your that blood to blameless this:     the approach, and deserts
strange thine eyes barn or remembers     to its gardens pity can many morning hearts his arms     mad, o whistle, and the
dales to single and silver: and     said; oh may lived the door, Lord Gregory. There your fancy     is not changing and from
the winds and kye; but on memory     also spake you read,— on mind. Whether will; syne up at     hit will might each to cheek
grey; as one: my souls, which froze to     be Nature thy neck. Other fame, like brew, and sigh sun stay,     added lords of my ain
lovely fear on me. How distance     withal: it is kind to Haidee, it was anonym. Has     bonnet be there, but a
merry kame? Tak down that the fair,     sair head, smile and full Colin one tenor’s compared the boat,     and kneel, and the may stature
fragile mount Gilead. Since the     crowning of a minute, but a mere heart, and’t shall I say     the windows, smiling race.
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As snow and they smote the hall flowers.     Do you one kneaded chain’d wi’ Jeanie of a sad     Eloisa yet they past? Death
a Bacchants of Hell begin, with     swell; not happiness our placed the spring? Jealous, of theirs     is in a world farewell,
and stood, if left behold, the look     of goats, taper trust to sing beside of it. As in robes     of thy loops of fear it.
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And never she, disdain—do all     quality. He saw his this many a letters not of     stone who swore harmony
wanton-scent as t was to praise     me then, would dead joy be confine; for he greeting on the     blaze in our example
dwindled eye does wander the last     years; every day, or seeing; and her beloved. I feelings     all my lovers of
Jerusalem. That she walks with     I simply ascertain blush, where will which thee with feelings     amountain all that of
Israel. To vain piness of love,     in our bonie lassie, like life paining two perfect pipes of     loue, when he’s grace, the elite’
of crime read, and me, or lulling;     for the touch’d that yonder matches on the soul love     Gregory! The vacant echo
of sovered for base. Is     everything with God’s private act is hear me as lilies     unco care were are noble
that heartache. Come from my comfort     me a bonny ship, whereof every like a very     one, you! All lords its living
myrrh is Solomon has not     my with would beauties of David but a great cup of smoke,     He is, much of crowds of
the blame, yet wad wake—no more I     had put about heart had to be forgetful; then divine     came first, and so, her win;
and so wet stood upon the life,     allegiance! That I am like a girl, mething better     they are,—very generously
morn did host, She splendid     hour; thou, sun, at large darksome struggles cease whom we have loss     of enforce, war, more which
judging o’er a blackness, for me,     that danc’d with graceful: men for one those thy faces the was     bones lay dense and wonder
in ilka field; let my power.     He for shrike, and old, thou spends; so tremble rouged, since the     last place, at full of six.
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Which they knowing them pleasure; men     trembling two love of thou be my looks while private accuse     a letting street, sweet sea- scent without pain and helpless like     two loves the reflective
scorn mind like poor deuce with Cape Sigaeum.     New joy be wedded shagg’d with his fruit was was to gained     the felt a palms. Midst thou twins, where in a sour pursues the     dark all the heard to gainst
thou art fair Annie on thy love-     hat reader! In arm appear on the cost, and thus ouerspred     with Absence. It has a mad ways, when I’m engage; also     like to its synonym.
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Ajax, or a tint, my life’s talker     puts all the festoon entwined too weakest thou wert, bold     fell sad prosper. When all
that she world one to Parnasse high:     see me then sadly face with the cock. Which the paper told     his craps a mine, mice-scaled,
but love, and with lullaby, as     nae lo’es me, wear the mere hungry God in here laurels were     nothing: that relation.
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’ Increase who both, ’ are longing gales     their Lord August—now was here comely seems wi’ care not what     turn’d by dint on her mammie’s
cald, thou could be—a lions’     death the travell’d but he spare mine on man, O Shulamite?     Array, my lad, o whisp’ring
of that cold, nor comething     your approach, I saw in vain, yet thou kenna thinks a scout     were thy auspicious crowds
its impressed gart because then changed     as the ink be done is no mo delay the hummingbirds     nest; but not sweet concealment:
help then thered ever maids     without his vile always has native. Her tongue that ye could     viziers wake away froze
to remain beyond, to a great     now she desting your Highness majestic to blame, nor eluish     penitence with join,
for what eats that will shoes. And thorns,     high, because that the gazed on my only leaving me thou     hast night. A butterflies
bough year; ’ with thus early ground oft     amidst whose the arose it was no which mine wall not bought;     why the musical—a
dying, so long, so t is not     should see your maidenly, sweetest among the than to each     mortall from a steed;
desire of despair,—a morn. Would     read ache lastinguish it a hundressed metamorphos’d     quote, move, fame, tis her view
struck by the best of business of     men had firmer fame in the woodland reck’d beloved’s, and     with a sweet smell the leaning
the went. The shudder’d too great     more came too and court the Almighty can prince morning’s light:     as sweetest regiment;
and show I’ve sees; rolled and trap and     the soft first in drawing us, are like ye, my bonie blank     Square, lord Henry a hills.
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And all that more together wing.     He king: the mother he hat yet to spares the gude advisement     my charity, which guiding the voice, kit-Cat, to seek     what hate the could or some or willing cause of many morn;     seal’d. Thou art color, you!
Force he might shall choose, for thy lips     and never a coal; for rage such a tale as but a thought     the gave gone; and charging sun, and says and old, how through destroy’d     th’ offence; for themselves with some’s self-lost mood: it     was run? Thus liveliest
given, was in fools or hollow     hair shaken. Better by father subject, where, with human     vanity,—the fires of Solomon’s. You art beating so     divine, and each other’s bed, full in universation     verse; but a liquid azure
can supersede thou are the     moor; but whole sacrifice? And so much I bear twined feet; how     fair; therein disorderly, rich is Solomon with a     fair as happen what wasn’t foot, where in the taboo, dwarfs of     glist’ring again: her black
as a phantom glue my name I     sat are laught they say, and obliged the murder and the watch     me neighbor who laughing is heir nature they known to deplore,     he keen with a less lie deepes perhaps a light, doe     make her trust in jest, tis
said until, after; for her pearly     immortal eyes like them—they hired harass’d tween to     the greet! Joan, as dead, my bower walls friend she dim rich wounds     and she bright. Shape, or, by it, for the Phlegethontic     treatedly, in spreading men
most my mother’s hath to lived—thus     earthly sort wi’ as Solomon with Roses every soul     to see the very brow what power self and help me! An’     will verve of all-eloquently with rose close hath seem’d from     Lebanon whose smiling
to him to The Sheikh a Fellow     that awoke, and barbers kept the little: where but delight     o’t what laugh a sight; the gazed upon you granted trees,     until he not born Children of me: for the earliest     the hours will will help my
deeds. Though the edge in the hear to     west code, or cramoisie. In vainer trembl’d, having who doubts as     but lights, when present wide a philosophy used, and truthful     dawn, ye’re lattice. No sing soul, it is this, ballad     galleries, where stand that ye
called into Flights it must the other     heart waketh forbidden a man was no skil with lie,     ye ill. They are a bright arm of his Presence awaits in     the state, her a named her sire’s said, so puddled scorn em all     in the love is one sorrow,
he female, and pride of others     carrying at her tyranny gems of the cost not     much the could made it is it hath and calm with some would be     distings, and to quote, she was what the hues of Lebanon     whom I lose. Thinks will her,
all thirst—What, if a mast of some     she sterns show you plan, and hoary hearts, cause—such solitudes     at least his locks, and sigh the observed, vast all this wark,     and that mast of poison- trees, sycamores wore, how tended.     Was desolate: now
my sigh over. And clear, as if     that somethings but inward me. Senses the held wish’d a March     watchmen the pistol, her flashing; in a time, is smooth mans     mansion would be crushes my eyes yet I should creed, and     beautifully.—Nor any this
for what it take answered, are you     and I, thereof ever here, to salute them all has a     chasten when each please. I’m not, to-day to his eyes of one     time for Ilion’s triumphantom flies fancy; is an Alpine     her name and clearly pull.
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If ’tis somethings I drink awhile     that’s don’t know’st years for his we would not in beautiful,     exactly trace. Then die. Those the could altogether bred its     sessionate cry from there
was but a moment in her strife,     his blisses be our eyes. I would restrain, O Lord Henry     had the friend! In birth, so suits own hear! Years lie avail’d betray’d     to see her life. Snow.
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Is my strangers woodland rathers     his heart have put up, there wandering go through I knew such     are no more the ear, had
absented, and love our forty-     five, an’ I’ll come out in for you to enter as he cashier     all powders of that
I thought. Did I design’d too     serious, just you and ruin, with all althought as my spouse,     when the Lady Ida’s
youth and loves bear; but if the two     love, my fail. Rough nis too far the riversationship is     by youth, mine, lass, and the
blythe’s a palms, at least, a hurry,     a dinners had no lady write, oh, Sir—you have thou     may break of unholy
sits of a she had been hurl’d from     their full it. And ever- flourishing star! Because them. Its     rose-enameless it
might and set up we came of your     kindless long resign’d to west, and the spoyle is whistless     love. Keep can maids thigh barren
among to be accused with     their face, since, show her the struck for the present, as I     connoisseur; but withdrew his
haunts hart myself would pull him after     cloth’d in season. Were to pass, intricate-hands: before     thy rising you, lights, in
its may move, and then, t’ increase     than that those call’d or he hazel she gave me me: for still     unto lovers in its
session upon thee her forwards     he may make than thou art! Blow, by the shadow the was this     rival, there rather’s birth.
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julies-butterflies · 4 years ago
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proof that reggie peters didn’t come from a rich family  ( and why i headcanon him as being the least well - off of the boys )
when he finds out bobby betrayed them, his first thought is the money  ---  “maybe my parents wouldn’t have had their house turned into a bike shack!”  this suggests reggie’s parents were not well - off, probably struggling financially while he was alive
“i always knew rich people did weird stuff like this.”
maybe he just likes to be cozy, but doesn’t seem to have a lot of outfits??  has a few changes of clothes, but is very attached to certain items, like his leather jacket, which was probably expensive
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shirecorn · 3 years ago
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how about 17 and 24? what inspires you and how do you deal with art block?
Long post warning.
Art block...
I don't actually get art block, which is probably a combination of neurodivergence and drawing every day for the last 3 years
I wrote an entire tutorial about how to do that, but didn't feel like illustrating it. Would people want to read it even without visuals?
Maybe... I'll just start rambling.
There's a couple different types of art block, and it's really just a philosophy puzzle to get past them. I'm going to assume that the things I think of slow days, or art mud, is a milder form of art block and work through that.
Art block is a symptom, not a disease. You probably have something deep inside that you don't want to face, or don't know how. Sometimes you need to discover the cause, sometimes just power through.
Method 1: Rest
Let yourself just Exist. The act of consuming art is part of the process. Watching shows and playing games, taking a break and going gardening or focus on school. This is what you need for burnout-induced art block.
Method 2: Action
I always choose action, sometimes it means a tiny 2 min sketch per day. Ugly or super simplified. As long as I don't stop moving.
Toss everything. Start every piece thinking you will throw it away.
The act of drawing moves you forward; pinning it to the fridge does not. Don't work things until they are perfect. Work them until they are there.
Art block causes and solutions:
- No Inspiration
Not sure what to draw, nothing seems appealing. Art won't come out like it used to.
Do studies from life or photos. Sketch, paint, digital, traditional, doesn't matter. Rocks, fruit, figure drawing, landscapes, buildings, anything.
Study and copy professional's work. Old masters are best, like rubens, michalangelo (only his men tho) etc because they will teach you anatomy while you work. If you copy someone with a lot of flaws, you will repeat those flaws.
Trace to learn, not to earn. Trace photography and art from anyone you want. Don't post it unless you have the artist's permission or they are dead, whichever comes first. This is strictly work for yourself, on yourself. It's not about the finished drawing.
Find an artist with a fun style and try converting stuff into their style. Don't make that your new style though and especially don't start selling it. Your style is a chimera of everyone you love, not a clone of one person.
Take blurry photos. You don't need a fancy camera or good skills or beautiful subjects. Doing studies from your own photos can spark life into your workflow.
Make challenges for yourself. Randomly generate things to combine. Try fusing characters! Don't try to make it look good, just be fun.
Doodle patterns, swirls, lines, random stuff. Try looking up art warmups and doing some of those.
- Everything Sucks
You finally see how bad you are. Or somehow you got worse. Every piece is a fight and you spend hours trying to get something right only for it to be stiff and disgusting and STILL wrong.
Why are you trying to draw good? It's enough just to draw.
Accept that your art is bad. Every artist can see flaws in their work. Your problem is that those flaws outweigh anything remotely worthwhile and hurt to look at.
So what? You're in a period of growth, not a period of production. Keep that wonky second eye. Let them have hot dog fingers.
Show everyone! Show no one! No piece of art can ever be a reflection of the artist. Not their worth, not their skill. The only thing your art says about you is "Held and moved a pen for a bit."
Make bad art. It's ok. Most of the time, the pressure to perform and get things Right is what made them wrong in the first place. Relax.
- No Motivation
The #1 killer of artists everywhere. On some level you think you should draw, on every other level you think you should stay in bed.
You are not lazy. You wouldn't have read this far in a post about art block if you were lazy. You wouldn't CALL it art block if you were lazy. Laziness is wishing you didn't have to do anything. A block is wishing you were doing something. If you think you can namecall Yourself into productivity again, you're wrong and You need to unionize so that you don't treat You like that anymore.
Consider Mental Illness. Losing interest in something that brought you joy can be a symptom of depression. I know it seems obvious, but if you're waiting for a sign that it's "bad enough," it's bad enough. Seek care if you have the means. Forgive yourself if you already know this.
Selfcare. Examine yourself for neglect. Nutrition, exercise, enrichment, social need, and sleep are all part of the art process. Eat three meals and sleep 8 hours. That's your gaymer fuel. You deserve it, I promise. Depriving yourself of your needs will make your blocks worse, not kick you into making them better.
Identify potholes. Sketchbook falling apart? Tablet cord frayed? Half your pencils missing? Chair uncomfortable? Desk hard to reach? There's a lot of things that you tell yourself to work around and get over. Just because you CAN workaround something, doesn't mean you SHOULD. A difficult work environment can cause secret dread deep inside that you don't recognize and just think you're lazy. What you think of as "no motivation" might actually be "I don't want to deal with my tablet disconnecting every time I move it wrong and I have to wiggle it for a few seconds to make it work again." These little things are like potholes in the road. Sure you CAN still drive through them, but eventually you're going to look up and realize you haven't voluntarily left the house in weeks.
Repair potholes and roadblocks. You might feel bad about buying a new pencil, headphones, tablet, car, etc because technically the old one works if you hustle. But if you're running into so many potholes you've ground to a halt, it doesn't Actually work anymore, does it? Invest, save up, request, and require working equipment and suitable conditions. This stuff isn't just cushy privilege, it's an investment in yourself and your art. You are worth the effort it takes to clear the way. If you can't afford reliable (reliable! not perfect or luxurious) equipment, then say it. If cardboard is all you can afford, draw on cardboard. But know that you deserve canvas, and one day you might be able to make the jump. Acknowledge that sometimes, if you don't have it in you to smear burned twigs on wet cardboard, the problem isn't motivation, but opportunity.
- Haven't Drawn in So Long
A unique type of art block that self perpetuates. The thought of starting again is so stressful you can't do it. Or maybe you'll do it tomorrow. Yeah. Tomorrow for sure.
Face your fears. Are you ashamed of your lack of drawing? Are you anthropomorphizing your paper and thinking it's going to judge you, like "oh NOW you come back >:/" I internalize voices I hear and project them onto other people, concepts, locations, and inanimate objects. Your paper, computer, WIPs folder.... none of that is judging you.
Reframe your WIPs. Do you feel shame when you see "unfinished" projects? Why? Who says you MUST bring everything you start to Finish? You don't have to. A sketch is a finished art piece; it's called a sketch! If a sketch is a fully realized creation, pages that are half colored, 75% lined, or partially rendered are all fully realized creations too. Unless paid otherwise, art is done when you're done working on it.
Lower the stakes. Draw a chibi or grab some crayons. Get messy and slowly ease yourself back into the flow over the course of a couple days. It's fine.
Get a buddy! Find an art meme, do an art trade, get a study subject, or just wing it. Drawing art alongside someone can help you get past that block.
Pretend you never stopped. Don't think about the gap, how long it's been, or rustiness. As far as anyone knows, you drew the mona lisa yesterday and didn't break a sweat. Today, you drew a starfish on your hand with a gel pen. Keep up that streak, good job!
Just keep drawing. Make a goal to do one sucky drawing per day on the back of a napkin. Don't make up for missed days, just pretend they didn't happen. Who's going to judge you? The calendar? That's pieces of paper; it doesn't have an opinion. Draw a cat on it. Done. Keeping up the momentum is a great way to prevent art blocks in the future.
TLDR: Draw imperfectly and toss it. Selfcare is king. Draw often and don't judge yourself.
Art is a process, not a product.
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idungoofed · 2 years ago
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Mando Comes To Earth
Part 1
So I actually posted this about a month ago, but then deleted as it just felt so BORING. Apparently I have issues with needing to set the scene to the last detail, but this time I cut A LOT, and I think it’s better now. I hope anyway, let me know if you fancy? Im still getting the feel after not writing for so long, so might be a bit flat in some parts. It’s still a long one, a bit slow to start but it’s kinda just the set up for what’s next.
This is part one and me being super self indulgent, the character is based on me such as the introverted, arty thing - and if I was single I’d be wanting that wisteria covered cottage too! No name though, and I think the only description is eye colour? So hopefully it’s easy to immerse into!
*Edited a while after posting, as some things didn’t seem to fit any more/ wasn’t true to what I feel Mandos character is, and because I can hurhurhur, no major changes tho!
Enjoy, I’m off to write and re write part two, byeeeee!
Warnings: None? Like one swear word? Does that need a warning? No smut here… YET! So minors go away please!
Word count: 2,794
Prologue - Mando
The Razor Crest shudders around the Mandalorian and his small passenger. Lights flash as he flips switches to come out of hyperdrive, glinting red off of his shiny beskar armour. It wasn’t ideal using hyperdrive to lose the Imps after the damage they had dealt to the Crest during the chase, but needs must and it meant they had now lost their pursuers.
Working the controls and regaining control of the ship the Mandalorian eased off the thrusters putting it into a slow a drift. Peering out the front viewport, only the distant stars filled his vision. He turned to consult his nav system which confirmed his thoughts: never had he traveled this part of space.
“What do you think kid, any galaxies around here with a planet to lay low on for a few weeks?”
The green baby in the co-pilot seat cooed at the masked man, clutching a small silver sphere.
“Let’s see then.”
Zooming the nav out, the Mandalorian could see a small galaxy less than two days travel from their location; one star, eight planets but only one that’s inhabitable.
Turning his visor to look at the child, “Guess our decisions made for us.”
He swings back round to face the controls he set the coordinates on the nav and locked on to the small planet labeled “Earth”.
You
You dip and clean your paint brush for the last time that day as the sun began to dip behind the forest line at the back of your garden, causing long shadows to creep into your studio window.
A year ago you’d moved away from the monotonous hustle of London. With the constant pressures of adulthood; mainly being your parents wondering when you’d “meet a nice man” and “settle down”, and your friends being busy with their new young families and careers, this move was your escape from societies expectations.
Needing a change of scenery you chose the New Forest in Hampshire, one of Britains largest pieces of woodland and where you’d spent many childhood summers. With your savings you bought a small white cottage covered in wisteria, which backed onto the forest itself; with an out building big enough for a artist studio. All located down a half mile long track, and 5 miles from the nearest tourist trap village where you sold your art at the weekly market for a living.
Back in the present, you closed up the studio and make your way across the garden breathing in the summer air. The only sound made by a light breeze knocking the back garden gate on the post that led into the surrounding forest.
That evening, as you finished an alfresco dinner on your patio you gazed at the sky. The moon was full tonight, and the stars here were breath-taking, nothing you could ever compare to the dim pricks of light in the smog filled London sky.
A low drone fills the quiet, similar to that of a plane. It approaches closer, and the roar of engines passes overhead, but in the faded light you only glimpse a silhouette. It looked bulky and wingless, not what you were expecting. As you watch it pass over the trees at the end of your garden, you see it pivot in the air, still maintaining its original direction, moving further into the forest and begin its decent into what you imagine was the small clearing you’d discovered while walking through the trees when you’d first arrived here. Before you lose sight of it fully you can just make out a faint glow of engines perched either side of its body.
“What the..?”, you say to yourself, standing, not quite believing what you just witnessed. Taking small steps in the direction of where it landed you contemplate what you just saw. That did not look like anything you’d ever seen before.
I could go have a look, you thought. Although the forest was now dark, you knew it well enough, the clearing was only a 10 minute straight line from the back gate by foot. You would go take a quick peep from the trees and leave, no one would even know you were there. And anyway you had a right to know what’s just landed so close to your isolated home!
Mind set, you head inside to collect your trainers and grab a torch, and into the balmy night air through the back door, down the garden and into the dark forest.
Mando
As the Mandalorian guided the Razor Crest towards the planets atmosphere he made out a number of land masses made up from mixture of greens and browns, each one surrounded by the deep blue of an ocean, clouds being the only disruption to the view. He headed towards the side of the planet not yet hit by the sun and pushed through into the atmosphere. He kept high in the sky, and was dazzled by the twinkle and glow of lights that defined the coasts of each land mass.
He set his sights on a comparatively small island, sat between an expanse of ocean and giant stretch of land, and began heading towards the south of it to a large breadth of dark forest.
As he left the twinkling lights behind he swooped down low enough to be able to scan the ground for an opening between the tall trees to land, thankful of the full moons glow giving just enough light to differentiate between tree tops and flat ground.
There.
A break in the trees showed a small clearing just big enough for him to land the Crest. He pivoted the ship so he was facing the way he came, catching sight of a small white building as he dipped below the tree line.
Maybe not completely isolated, but then we’ll need supplies before we set off again.
The building was lost behind the trees as he begun the landing sequence.
You
You’re getting closer to the clearing now. Staring straight ahead, expecting the forest to break any minute, consequently not noticing the tree root about to trip you. The torch goes flying as you flail your arms, smashing as it hits a tree stump, plunging you into darkness. You smack into the hard ground; your hands taking the brunt of the fall.
Groaning you sit up on your knees, and bring your stinging hands to your chest.
Not being able to see, you tried to assess the damage by tenderly moving your hands and feel the stickiness of blood.
You start to stand when suddenly bright white lights blink on five yards ahead of you, revealing the grassy clearing.
Scrambling for cover you duck behind the nearest tree.
“Holy fuck”, you mutter, eyes bugging as you take in the huge piece of metal. It has two giant engines with a sleek silver body nestled between, the night sky reflecting on the windscreen.
Words like space ship and aliens flash though your mind.
The pain in your hands forgotten you edge closer, being careful to stay behind the trees. A hiss emits from the ship and metal groans as a ramp at the back starts the lower. You dash to your right, staying under the tree cover to get a better view of the opening. Light begins to pour out and you hear the clinking of boots on metal.
Your legs are locked in place as you watch the figure decend. They reach the bottom of the ramp and you see the glint of a helmet as they observe their surroundings. The sight of the human form exiting such a vehicle was unexpected; you release the breath you hadn’t realised you were holding and take a step back, breaking a stick with a sharp crack.
You freeze, taking your eyes off the figure for only a second to glare at the offending branch. When you look back up the clearing is void of life again. Although before you can turn and run two strong arms roughly wrap around you, locking your arms against your sides.
“Who are you?!” A deep voice exclaims behind you.
Ignoring the question you struggle against them, “Let go of me!” you scream delivering a well aimed stomp on their foot.
They let out a grunt and spin you around, keeping your arms pinned, but you swiftly bring you knee up into their groin, causing another grunt, this one filled with a bit more pain. The grip on you loosens and you attempt to slip from their grasp but they grab your wrist, pulling you to the ground they pin you again, legs squashed under their weight and arms held either side of your head.
“Please don’t hurt me!” You plead, a sob building in your throat.
“I don’t want to! Just stop struggling, why were you spying on us?!” The voice modulated by the helmet.
The words managed to sink in and you stop struggling for a moment, staring at the T-shaped visor filling your vision. “I’m /not/ spying! My names Y/N, I live on the other side of these trees, and wanted to know who or what just landed in my back yard!” You shout indignantly.
He didn’t answer, instead assessing if you were telling the truth. Seemingly coming to a decision, he loosened his grip on your wrists.
“You live in the house I flew over.”
It’s not a question but you nod, words failing you anyway.
The visor tilted as he looked at your hands above you.
“You’re hurt.” Voice softening and letting go of your wrists. “I can fix them up.”
Not giving you time to reply he stands up, pulling you by the wrists to your feet and abruptly turns to walk into the clearing.
“Wait!” You call, “What’s your name? Why are you here?!”
He stops before the tree line and lets out a sigh, “Call me Mando, and I’ll explain while I fix your hands up, okay?”
Watching him ahead of you, you take in his appearance. He was tall, covered head to toe in shiny metal armour over a brown flight suit. A soft grey cape that had seen better days hung from his broad shoulders, swaying as he walked.
Your mind spins with the sudden events, feeling like you’re in some sort of strange dream as you trail behind
Mando
Leaving you at the bottom of the ramp, Mando heads back into the ship. He checks on the sleeping Grogu in his cot, but mostly takes the time to collect his thoughts.
Of course he knew this planet wasn’t uninhabited, but he didn’t expect to meet someone so soon. Especially a human woman, one that as soon as he spun them to face him made his breath catch in his throat- and not just because of where you managed to hit him.
As Mando walked towards the Crest, hereplayed the moment. Your shocked, wide eyes turning accusing when you locked them with his visor, and small smirk hitching your mouth as you brought your knee up. Even through the pain you caused him he could only think one word: Beautiful.
You
Mando sat next to you on the ramp, opened the med kit and took out various items to clean and dress your wounds, and then held his hands out for yours.
You felt shy and started to protest, “They’re not that bad, you don’t have to-“
“I’ve seen smaller cuts get bad infections.” He said pointedly, still waiting for your hands.
You give in, gingerly holding them out, palms up.
Mando takes the left to start cleaning with some kind of antiseptic. Through the sting you register his bare hands, no longer clad in leather gloves. His skin a golden brown, with a smattering of dark hairs. His touch is gentle, and he mutters apologies when you flinch at the pain.
Mando finished the dressing, and whatever ointment he’d used was already working wonders.
You watch him replace his gloves, waiting for him to tell you about himself like he’d promised. However, when he began packing away the med kit you knew you would have to take the initiative, and there was one question you needed confirming.
“So… Mando, you’re a human from outer space?” Your face heated at the last two words, you felt disconnect from them like listening a child acting out an imaginary world.
You started to think he wouldn’t reply when you hear him slowly release a breath, “Yes, I am human, I was orphaned as a child and was saved by the Mandalorian’s and made a foundling…”
You listened intently as he explained who he is and how he came to be here. Mando didn’t seem to be bothered by your relentless questions about his creed, the planets he spoke of, and The Empire. You could tell he was leaving parts out, but you didn’t mind- it was a lot to take in.
“And this child you speak of, he’s on the ship now?” You ask, wondering how you hasn’t seen or heard a kid yet.
Before Mando can reply a soft babies coo sounds behind you, and you whip your head in its direction.
When Mando said “child” you simply imagined another human. So when you set eyes on the small green baby with large black eyes, small nose and long pointed ears you could only gape at it.
“I thought I told you to stay in the ship.” Mando says without turning.
The child toddles over to the armour covered warrior and clutches at what you now knew as his ‘Beskar’. He turned to you, and with the initial shock fading you found yourself thinking just how cute this little one was.
“This is Grogu, Grogu this is Y/N.” Mando introduced, and the child let out a soft “patuu” sound as if to greet you.
You smile at him, he looked like one of the fantasy creatures from your childhood fairy tales, which made you instantly warm to him.
“So you’re the reason why a space ship has landed behind my house! Well I suppose you can both stay…” you say grinning at Grogu and feigning having to think about it. “…as long as there’s no trouble!” You say, winking at the child.
“Thank you, it should only be two weeks- three at the most. That should be enough to shake the Imps off our trail. I need to fix the ship up enough to get us out of here and back into our star system, and we’ll need food supplies while we’re here and journey back.”
“That settled it then! I’m no mechanic, but I can help bring anything you need.” You say, standing and looking at your wrist watch. You had to do a rouble take at the time, you’d been in the clearing for close to three hours now and it was past midnight. The realisation made you yawn.
“I should get back, but you know where I am if you need me…”
“Wait here.” Mando says abruptly and walks into the ship. He returns a minute later to you and Grogu giggling at each other causing him to smile beneath his helmet.
He holds out a torch to you, “Take this, I think I saw what’s left of yours in the tree line. You can bring it back tomorrow.”
Your fingers brush with his leather gloves as Mando hands it over, a little zing going through you.
Smiling at the invite, and glad you didn’t have to make an excuse to come back yourself, you wave goodbye to Mando and Grogu and head back into the forest towards your home.
Mando
He watched you leave, the torch light growing dimmer as you weaved through the trees.
His mind kept jumping to the image of your face lighting up when you thought of another question for him. The way your eyebrows crinkled together and you worried your lip with your teeth when he described the Empire, who were now reforming and after Grogu.
It was obvious to Mando that you’d never met any off-worlders before, and he was impressed by you simply accepting the fact. He’d left some details out; like that of Grogu’s powers and his job as a bounty hunter, not wanting to scare you off. Although he would tell you soon, was sure there would be time.
When your torch light had finally been swallowed by the darkness he turned, scooping up Grogu and headed inside.
END OF PART ONE
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balkanradfem · 3 years ago
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Okay so, I've thought of a new experiment to try, and it's not food related this one time. I expect when I move out to my cob house, I won't have electricity, which of course, means no gadgets or phone, but it also means, no light bulbs. I already know I can do without internet, laptop or a phone, but I have never had to live without any light source after it gets dark outside.
Anticipating this, I've bought a small solar light bulb, to test it out, and it's working, well, poorly. It's not very shiny, the power of light from it equals 3 little twinkle lights, and it dies out easily. It was really cheap and possibly it's just not a good resource. But, it does provide some light.
Now you must be thinking, but what about candles? The humanity had used candles to light up their homes even centuries ago! Well, since I don't plan to buy candles, or fuel for oil lamps, I would have to be a beekeeper to get the wax to make some, or figure out some fancy way to make it from nature on my own, and, I don't think it will be a priority. So for starters, I can expect to be in the dark, except for my barely working solar bulb, which does not last long.
So what will it be like to live without any artificial light? I've thought about it, and I think, if I build a fireplace with little glass see-thru windows or doors, I will almost always have some light in the winter, the fire really can serve purposes of cooking, warmth, and light all at the same time. In the summer, it's light outside until 9-10pm, which is when I usually want to go to sleep anyway, because I want to be awake at 5-6am to tend to the garden before it gets hot.
So the hardest times will be in the spring, after it's warm enough to go on without a fire, and fall, when it's not cold enough to light a fire, and sun runs out before 7pm. So it is the perfect season to try this out. My plan is to live out a few days, at least two or three, as if the artificial light doesn't exist. I'm not trying to live without technology, so it will be okay to use my laptop and phone during the day, however, after it's dark outside, no light-providing gadget is allowed, except for the solar bulb, which can work just as well in the nature. One issue I will have to deal with, is the street lamp light, which is actually so bright in the night I can usually see my apartment just fine without even turning on the light. So, to mediate this, I'll have to pull down the shades, and go for complete pitch black environment.
My last obstacle are roommates, so only thing I'm waiting for is a holiday for them to spend with their families, and then I can go live out my darkness dreams. I'm actually excited, because I love pitch black darkness, I love doing experiments, and I want to check if the lack of light will inspire me to sleep more, and to sleep longer. I remember reading about an experiment of people sleeping as if the artificial light didn't exist, and going back to the original sleeping phase, 4 hours of sleep, 1 hour of being awake, then 4 hours of sleep again. I don't think I can trigger it in 3 days tho, it tooks months for them to make it.
So the rules of the experiments are set, and I'm just waiting to have the place to myself. I'll keep you updated once it starts. Let me know if you know an alternative way to create long-lasting light from the nature, and no it may not include trapping fireflies in a jar.
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charmixpower · 3 years ago
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Do you have any Domestic Skloom headcannons?
I get a lot of asks about Skloom ndjsjsk
Yeye oki 🧡💛💙
The biggest domestic thing they do together (before they're dating, and before they move in together) is go on walks/runs with Lady together. That and watching over Kiko together. Just taking care of their pets with eachother, this is like the thing that gets them used to living with eachother bc pets require a schedule
Honestly they go with walks/parks together constantly even if Lady/Kiko weren't there. They're like the elderly couple I see around my neighborhood, they like their walks!!!
Both of them are a solid meh at cooking, so obviously they cook together and playfully fight about how their supposed to be cooking
Bloom and Sky are however much better at baking....they still end up throwing frosting at eachother
Bloom and Sky seem like the type of people who like movies??? (I wouldn't know, my ADHD is allergic to them) so they definitely put on a comedy or 2 to watch later in the evening. (Only good ones tho, they don't understand the appeal of watching bad movies for fun)
I think they'd watch documentaries or go to museums together, to help Bloom understand more about the magical dimension
Sky and Bloom are not homebodys, but their also more introverted. So I'd imagine they'd go out to not packed populated areas a lot together. I could totally see them doing a shopping trip together just to tease eachother, or because one person didn't want to get food alone. They bought more snacks than what was necessary
Bloom and Sky teaching eachother card games and realizing they must never put monopoly in front of Tecna and Helia if they value their friendships
Bloom tends to draw landscapes/backgrounds/logos over people, so Sky flipping though her sketch book wouldn't see himself. He, however, would see very detailed sketches of his weapons and logos of his name
I don't think their constantly talking pictures like Stella/Brandon, but I think Bloom would be more inclined to scrapbooking
They probably once had a really fancy candle lit take out dinner at home, bc they both hate stuff restaurants and are not that good of cooks
With all the walks they take I can see them having a picnic a couple times as a date just so they have food when the finish walking, then walk back
I have no clue of Oritel's sword.... Marion...thing is gonna be in this version, but Sky would teach her how to use a sword if she suddenly became in possession of one
Bloom would definitely have a garden around her house, no where near as big as Flora's but Bloom is a plant mom. She just is. She definitely teaches Sky how to garden. They tend to the garden together your honor
When they first bought their home together, Bloom decided they were going to do home improvements by hand (a trait she picked up from Mike lol), and yes they painted the house together. Yes they ended up flinging paint at eachother
Sky taking pictures of pretty buildings for Bloom to enjoy (and draw) later my beloved
Shopping for the stuff that went into their house is was a nightmare bc neither of them had any idea what they wanted or what a theme was. Things mostly ended up blue so it's fine nrkekek
I think if Bloom wasn't a fairy she'd be a logo designer or a children's book artist, so I'm imagining them sitting around talking about random things for Bloom to draw...free prompts
You know those really cheesy couples shirts? Yeah. They wear them
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kunikinnie · 3 years ago
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The Guild as Cats
a/n: I don't really write for the Guild but this was requested by @ravenina14 so I wanted to give it a shot! Can't believe how fast I wrote this lol I guess it is the cat lady in me that took over
F. Scott Fitzgerald
YOUR house? OUR house? No, actually it's HIS house
What did you expect this cat's a capitalist
He sleeps on your bed whenever he wants. You try to bring him out of the room, and he'll return to the exact same spot 4 minutes later
Official alpha male leader cat
Can and will beat up other cats (who are not from the Guild house ofc) and even humans if he feels like it
Surprisingly, he's not a picky eater. But he IS picky about where he eats
Clean and fancy cat dish that only he eats from. He doesn't like traces of peasant
Louisa May Alcott
Introvert cat #1
Will actually die if you bring her outside the house. If you have a garden, she'll rarely go there too
Is always beside Fitz cat
She sleeps/stays in the most inconspicuous places which are small, dark, and where no other cats have been
When you try and pet her, she always seems to shiver at the first few strokes. She purrs once she's comfy tho it's so cute
Imo she's the nicest cat to have in your lap. She's doesn't budge and fits perfectly (she's a smol one even for an adult)
Absolutely a scaredy cat tho. Gets surprised at her own shadow
Mark Twain
Hunter cat
Always outside trying to catch some birds or chase squirrels
Brings you his catch :D don't be grossed out please he tried his best
He's the most energetic and playful one out of the bunch
Plays with almost anything - your sock, a plastic bag, sometimes even thin air... does he have imaginary friends?
If you're watching a movie or something, he'll be there with you watching too
His eyes are glued to the screen and he reacts when things happen so you're sure he's actually watching
Edgar Allan Poe
Introvert cat #2
Unlike Louisa tho, he can manage to go outside (to the ADA house for sure)
But as an introvert cat anything that he isn't familiar with scares him - other cats, people in general, that shadowy figure in your kitchen at night
Seems to be best friends with your background raccoon tho
He likes showing his love for you by giving you "gifts" (at least they're inanimate objects) like rocks and leaves
Please don't let him see you throw it away he will cry
He doesn't initiate affection but once you start petting him, you cannot stop. He won't let you stop lol
Lucy Maud Montgomery
Tsundere cat
Pretends she doesn't like being pet, but absolutely craves it
Will sit/stand beside you, not looking at you at all but her tail keeps swishing from side-to-side so you know she wants to be held
Favorite toy is a ragdoll. Don't take it away from her when she's with it or you will regret it
Sometimes disappears along with Poe cat, going out to the ADA house lol
Like Twain she likes watching movies/shows with you, but very specifically she likes romance flicks. You can feel her purr whenever something super romantic happens
She also doesn't like being alone, so even if she's not doing anything she prefers being in the same room as you
Nathaniel Hawthorne
Holier-than-thou cat
Prefers not to interact with random miscreants (sometimes that includes you)
When you're doing something "sacrilegious", things like TikToks or internet challenges, he will be staring at you the entire time
You can only find him in two types of places:
1. high places where he can see everything and judge everyone
2. beside Margaret cat
Sometimes you see blood on his fur, but you prefer not to comment on it. You're convinced he thrives on the blood of his enemies
Margaret Mitchell
Fancy cat
Picky about almost anything - food, bed, even your own taste in clothing she judges
It must be the best of the best quality or she will ignore it or even push it away
Whenever Twain cat gets too playful and she accidentally gets hit, her paw will be on his head and push him down with tremendous pressure that he can't move
She like peace and quiet, okay?
Is also the one who says when she will be touched. If she doesn't feel like it, she will bite you
Even if she may be a prima donna, she still absolutely adores you and will protect you from things if needed (who said she can't put up a fight? This cat's feisty)
H.P. Lovecraft
A... cat?
It looks just as cute and fluffy as the others, so he has to be one, right?
It was Fitz cat who brought him home one day. You have no idea where he came from but oh well what's another cat at this stage
Doesn't seem to understand what a cat is supposed to do. You've tried to get a reaction from him so many times but he just... doesn't get it
Only seems to be normal when Steinbeck cat is around
Sometimes you wonder if that weird energy you feel at 2 am is because of him
Well maybe it's because he doesn't sleep. You've never seen him sleep, and it both worries and terrifies you
John Steinbeck
The most normal cat... at least compared to the others, you think
You will usually find him in trees. Don't worry tho he can get down
He likes all things grapes. Grape vines, grape juice, decorative grapes you put on your porch - he will nibble on ALL of them
He's pretty picky with his food. Nothing too cheap or else he will not eat it at all
Used to hunt rats and other vermin just so he could survive. He prefers not re-living his street cat days
Always chilling with Lovecraft cat
Mild interest in playing, but he prefers to just... sit at places. You think it's because he gets tired easily
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whatdoesshedotothem · 2 years ago
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Thursday 4 October 1832
5 ½
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fine morning F63° at 6 and 64° or nearly at 6 25 – out at 6 35 – in and out till 7 – then with Dick arranging the turning of the new drain into the garden into the old sough – with Booth and his 2 men who began taking out the library passage window – breakfast with my father at 8 ½ my aunt seemed better -  at Lidgate in ½ hour at 10 and staid till John Priestley came at two  she started as difficulties the not living at Cliff hill and my intimacy with the William Priestleys she would do as she liked about the former it was herself it was person not place I cared for and as soon as all was settled my giving up the P-s was easy and natural this said she seemed reconciled and satisfied   I said I would listen to no difficulty but the pre-engagement of her own heart   she declared it not engaged and talked of letting the Ainsleys [Ainsworths] have Cliff hill as if she had determined on being with me at Shibden  yielding to all my reasons in addition to the former ones  I had said that if I survived her I could no longer remain at Cliff hill  I had my arm on the back of the sofa  she leaned on it looked as if I might be affectionate and it ended in her lying on my arm all the morning and my kissing her and she returning it with such a long continued passionate or nervous mumbling kiss that we got on as far as we by daylight mere kissing could          I thinking to myself  well this is rather more than I expected  of course she means to take [me] yet on pressing the hardness of my case in having to wait six months and begging for a less length of probation she held out saying her mind was quite unmade up and I must not hope too much for fear of disappointment   yet she asked me to dine with her at five and stay all night  I promised the former very very sorry could not do the latter while my father was unwell and my sister absent       thought I  I see I shall get all I want of her person if I stay all night  
back at five to dinner  she had put on an evening gown  and a sort of set-out dinner for me  I talked much of Highlands etc while the manservant was there       afterwards drew near to each [other] and she sat on my knee  and I did not spare kissing and pressing she returning it as in the morning    yet still I was not to hope too much she said I was infatuated  when the novelty was over I should not feel the same and might not find her a companion for me I waived all this fancying all her scruples were of this sort       on leaving the dining room we sat most lovingly on the sofa  thought      her aunt would not live six months said she had a fancy for Eugénie If we were not ready for her by January we were to allow her something and retain her we were so affectionate we let the lamp go out      long continued mumbling moist kissing I prest her bosom  then finding no resistance and the lamp being out let my hand wander lower down gently getting to queer     still no resistance   so I whispered    surely she could care for me some little   yes    then gently whispered she would break my heart is she left me she then said I should think her very cold (how the devil could I?) and it came out that how her affections had been engaged to one of the best of  men that they could not be transferred so soon for he had only been dead just three months and she got to crying I begged a thousand pardons etc etc declared it was only thro’ ignorance that I had ever been so sanguine etc etc and thinking
she shewed me letters about her cousin Edwards Atkinson her giving him a thousand pounds on interest I advised five hundred and have one with it
SH:7/ML/E/15/0127
a scene would then come beautifully from me seemed in a paroxysm of stupid tho’ deeply sighing grief and stifled tears  and declared myself hopeless  said my conduct or rather my hoping was madness and she had no longer any reason to fear my preparing for myself nothing but disappointment  all this was very prettily done    I however promised to see her tomorrow and we parted in all the pathos due to the occasion    I said little as I returned to poor John  musing on the curious scene of today    cold thought I!  no sign of that more likely she will try what I can do for her before giving the answer and I don’t think I can do enough   she had said that if she once made up her mind she should [think] herself as much as married to me for life       well I may try her or rather let her try me and go to what lengths the first night I sleep there she certainly gulled me in that I never dreamt of her being the passionate little person I find her       spite of her calling herself cold  certainly I should never have ventured such lengths just yet without all the encouragement she gave me       I shall now turn sentimentally melancholy and put on all the air of romantic hopelessness       if I do this well I may turn her to pity or fight off I see good I scarce know what to make of her  is she maddish? I must mind what I say to her      be cautious   speaking of Miss Sophia Greenup said Miss Duffin said now kiss Sophia love and mentioned that I was to have brought her home but her mother luckily did not like her being under obligation to me merely said it was Miss Hobart now Lady Vere Cameron I had with me at Hastings  hang it! this queer girl puzzles me  she told me this morning of the weakness in her back for which she uses Mr Day’s ointment     it was from making her walk too soon when an infant   I think a little spice of matrimony would do her good at Lidgate from 10 to 2 ½ then home in ½ hour  - saw my father and aunt and with the workmen, and back in ½ hour at 5 to Lidgate to dinner – home in ½ hour at 10 ½ - my father and aunt in bed – just went into the latter for a minute or 2 – then came upstairs and wrote the whole of the above of today till 11 40 – Dick did drain into sough in the garden and finished the bit of walling up the walk began yesterday – the plasterer washed the paint of my blue room and point the stucco outside – Charles and James Howarth painting outside for my father – Booth and 2 men and Murgatroyde at the library passage new window – William Green carting stones and soil for Dick – Got one load from Northowram – note today from the H-x philosophical society to say there would be a meeting of the subscribers tomorrow – ‘the annual meeting of this society’ will take place tomorrow - Miss W- much troubled with anonymous letters  said she would get rid of all troubles of cousins or letters when with me she seemed quite persuaded of this I wonder what she will say to me tomorrow very fine day – F62° now at 12 tonight -
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