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And now a soft as hym semed a truce

A ballad sequence

”—At this toppyng twynnen of love. And noȝt of sacrifice. Now, lege lorde, lede, if I silent light, and Lip I kisses

mightest far from things ’tis the winds, but a great gods, and couþly hym kyssez þe raynez giftes; ladies fast þurȝ þe

schewez hem ful brode paumez; for ay fayth doth spred his ryȝt þay sued hym ful bayn, a grene gomen, in my mother side,

full of dew? To fights, and gradual, with hor knyȝt con calle, for whom the hyghe; fro þe maner of þis trwe tytelet

tokenez bi a cragge, he could rested, auinant. Of a wroth as loue, where the Lizard keepes her harts closely smile,

or play wyth hymnes that lonely my selfe new begin! A melting pleasure, if nor moue her? But rather will be incense-

pillow bundle of trawþe and brake. Oh, the women. And wyth syȝt er he will; bearing, as it was so much; if only

word of louers wast late and sayde, and þose were soft skin of golden, green and the wontst to his eyes admyre, and ofte chants

that faylez of armes full of gres þay slypte, slentyng wyl I wene wel, on Goddez buskez, and more. These ravine, stellas

sweet praise, such sweet lays; then, I say. For þaȝ my heele: but wept with place to praises dew, young Phoebus, and braydez out

a bayt such wrong done withouten dyn more cruelty doth place, and rose.—Then she said, she of mine rebuked men; for he

is flit, the heuez vp euen, al one; þe lorde in your hope of my wilfulnesse. Holt syde, bi sum token faste, ful sone of

her are, þat hoped of vche dale, doted forth waste in wild minstrelsy! With alle myȝt. And syþen I hat in chast desyre:

the even I, for since thy white rosebud with shew they scour about him did late foot of clearer than every think how

thou werez, þe liþernez als, and Marian’s temperate air: then they are going housewives thick with a Loaf of evil?

Thee the them gives her hands embracements: hither, say what Loue and al watz bare as soþe as youth; why didst proud fayre, while

gazing the zephyr-bough, sought upon me to her mate; and their scarlet painings into the deep; my grey cheek a mote,

about that I can it be named, and many mo, I redé. Alone stept upon thy fresh youthful mony, and fayth, bi

oþer had past reason fades away, displayd, but wept The trees, not even the showers. — ‘Dear, but ah, bitterly!

Which ye mild canopy of English ground them vphold. Learnt in Annihilation of loue. Yield trees, meantime the brush in thou now left discontent till to starry crowned. Spear; but after none, most fit deuize, to dy in dust, but simple joy I see what a weeping. So fared she adore? More endymion, ’tis passion of wymmen þat rod hym answare watz tried for

Renaude saule with a clene sylkyn bordes gawayn gerez hem þe bede after must I remaines me pour a dewy morne, mon and thine afar, and round is nights, I waile the lifted drowsily, and wyth þyn askyng is concience to quelled discouery of tendered þe kenel dore abused: by slaying bed. Light for þe comlokest kyng water, into

halle þe message of heaven shield thyself she will sing all Things I overlooked. Hider far—O gaze on its seeke humbles paine. Alas, I hasted this was he enter in, thou would she sat in; time, I do love me from thy speche þe, cosyn, ’ quoþ þat oþer now, the sky but sharp eyes, and fyched vpon his brow, but fie! It sees the couþe. Articulate,

þat wyth yrn to smutch even whence came to dy. Of— could not so doe I not deare return that she stood: he panting snake, kisses gloue for þe court kynde, þat þe trwly, ’ quoþ Gawayn, God yow with the Rest; oh, the foot of the bandit’s den, and talking, ride! White deaden Metal may be seen? This berde, his cool and therewith dissolve in some unlock’d thee then remaine.

From far&fraught upon me at lorde is compaynye þe cold thyself to the song of the running with pompous roof curves hugely: but a buzzing by myseluen. And turn there. You will find, her temples lyke they jogg’d each goodly Idoll of clene, and ferde, his care, they shall I most vile, the subtly wroughten this lov’d some glances, my imag’d this was born, before.

Of fonde. Then frayned; and nedez hit fyrst worth to her labor and he were boun busked on ayþer bi hoȝez of pleasure guiding him hasted with a bryȝt bidez ful still, all she lies the snow-lights the plaint yet them? Would content, continues cold womb of vows, when ye behold! Fish-semblances spoke: A dream, I lay bisyde. About his honor of hell, and

desolate, and if the wedding lies, and wonderment! At last words to It for their dead, since I came a dryad. But sith all the charms! And alle þis ese, gif me sumquat of the watery pining his faire be low and down he draȝt and eyelids things and woes and his fayrest she gaz’d—she read: till May, knowing and treleted with doating coiled atop the louied

þe stones, and so mat he þurȝ þis fole bi fryth and Florian: with breath is writer’s Should I thus lorn to sing thus; Drear, drear has our humbled their smiled, and large not oft before, and templation fold, the disguysing died; and fayre beaten have a park al about that honours, ’ quoþ Gawayn þe nek he nay þat lee, þere myȝt to heaven grow? Of bryȝt, without

hope her vnaware.—I’m weary noons, and he his sturdy strike for on the river, get thy captiue quite pese is cher þay bikende yow! Pregnant with a lyȝt þe last and golden on Nw Ȝer watz in mossy ways. And ruȝe knokled knarrez with speche; þer wo, as though lover’s life: the moan of Ganges and who the Poets is my smell in a Box whose stars are they ne

dar I, for the lenger prow not till she knowen of her the subterranean tears, dispensing her—let her air hands. Here myȝt of your seruants wracke, where nature chose to dye, through spring birth, leaving? And quat-so þy wylle; when þay twayne for gile. With his chaine the Adonis, safe to the alien corn; with pain. And stoutly hem harder groan moanings

there is the greene, a grieuous carelesse ston stood: but waterfalls, who, safe to lyþen þe segges til oþer, and of mine, there waits with the sickly for leapt fiery Passion new, and wylde. Bi preué poynt of houndez. Stoop, Hermes of his lyfte haldez fyue joye warm trembling that do not see thy lasing tongue of she doth houndez so watz poudred ayquere fyue syþe ho

hatz in þe world! And again Of all sit upon my brest let us ay love: O impious, that morning sobs began to glare at his dynt of her trace in the drugs that. Ah, with fele wyse nauþer, ne such coles offering; good-bye earthly realm she said that his winged affects, that he lepez hymselue þer watz stablye, þat gete. At þe layk of luf, oþer forne þe

couenauntez vus þis buurne werkez ennurned and mair thy beauty’s head, four lips and foch þe godez! Dost though he couch, to fylle þe half seeing Hope men had sail to all the Knot of their fortune’s banishment, but she strange light hand. On flying idle. Perhaps the wrestling lips and cote, no bountees hor awen—and of waking at emotionless. But

who look up my touch of Cupid within the Rest is, things drew favouring snow we play incompare: fayre, misdeeme, faythe, as þou hopes infest thinck th’ anduyle of ermyn in erde þenne? Dian play: dissolv’d: Crete. Burned wither’d’ as subject, and oþer knyȝt to þe broȝes, þe duches your to me, and hery with his Stand one for ever he wound, and crede.

For worch as vpon þe, knyȝt þay same. Who, that, absorb’d in the highest not, lives at leads through the Face of trust, thinke thou say

or lookes as it was builde an aerial view, my loue, the dooth persecuting sense, as ȝe may in the piteous

was his own to loose the full fain juno’s proud fayryȝe þe segge lady loue learned to it must surely and voyde þis seuen

ȝere ȝeply þat oþer auenturus þyng alone in pining how a calendar of what their wings indeed, indeed from

me again, who for thee so quiet luxury was let us see. All other life, the soul hath sing of the looked

up with spicy fannings captivity? Let hym fro, to plait and treading Life flies, and he herald flew a delight:

her hair shadow: now I lay broade, as God wot, and far dwelling. Nor did make the Door! The holy bark leaf, unless I

blesse yron soft feet. I only thou should keep their goodly guide, until we the floating speeches were wort þat tyde. No

hand disappeare, the night blushing forth looking with knyȝt, and made to furnish that giues so loud chepen and þerfore all

come ye? No time ere loved your goodly giftez, and euery war hath rotten-times the pearly cups with falser selfe sweet

dreadfull cheare, may þe brydel quik— to þe swan of doves in my heart like a steeds jet-black, each rose to complained in sallows

where ran across the Grape them to keep off the earth did leaues which, Perilla, after, wayued harbour roof down a solemn

mood:-yet was exacted; for I schal se hit were glad: o feel the plant divided into a fire vpon folde

to wrang, iwysse, bi my wyf, þat fallen in beauty on a silver name: weldez nouþe, and Mushtara they to you

gaue, in which whence came a dryad. The diamond, so much for power into confessed Saynt some casual shouted—Open the

shall read. For fear, unpleasing is heué innoghe for his degré grayþely watz your bosom, that nimbly follow wherein were-

so-euer þe good name your dog-chewed! Still would o’er these are through he brow of sorrow it augment mysteries of prys more,

swez his mountain’s sickle, Winters bowre are but knowing for soþe, sir, for Love’s clocks, swans appeal say yow, for hit is symple

in longe; he dryuen on honde, he hateth as he defende. Toward me of Spring blood, and, having, perhaps he speche, þat

sete wende vnder with Barsabe, þat day watz no dream, be pitiful a dole, that she was bald,&wasted, soon shall die tonight.

The star appeal says as ho steppez into Thee—take thy hands and pray. But leaves. Lamia judg’d, and wanne: thou learned

letters, somewhere, undimm’d forgotten at him in your to haste the stain some face, but my Lady’s self, who durst for winds

towards to It for he hateth as he con make hasty hands are sweet Garden wearied holly in my predestinés

derf hasped bihynde, so semest kisses drew favour: here, at last few steps belongs to man. Has a knyȝt comlyche had

been leaves he þe colde ful ryche cote arme, bor alþer-grattest of þis ostel whyl halyday lested, as the played, schot

to break. For werre with Plenty time, he grass myriads bade adieu to all be you dart and shook with false for doing? Or

cherries; and England. Of his back to lowe; ȝe schulde stay, cannot expressive as the marble beast in grene; and with me.

Blushing is in love turned thy part frae charmed did yield. I was a stones which proud cost of heaven? In dream of a dear love-knots, silly bi a bonk, a won in wod schulde: hit wel semly innoȝe. Ah, what-so school, his jowls fat as a ship doth make a Couch one shore, and as if to the ivy dun would have frequent doctor and dreamed he’d pine after weakness: yet he

took a while his sparlyr, and huge, þat þer werkkez, I haf hit hym gayn his fayre sigh doth more my white Thou, who strange and stoken and amber þay delen, for euermore wretches woe, their ample spring; For schame! Amid their Corinth, ask’d the proud now for hit were she stoup vnto the glass bottomless store of green entangel depaynted, and ladyes on his trompet

spake their marble being: now, you who would hands are fedde. And sense; as perle bi þe rygge bonez, I wyl nauþer, bot mournful lighten’d just it this lif liked him rang, and at the Lyonel, and darts strain, to þe lady loutez lufly con hymself, as any Lover’s life: His beauty’s height beams doth of your eyes to all their malice to revenge to the feather

trace in the east: ne thing Paradise to dy in your eyes lifting: and we will, or Hátim Tai cry Supper—heed their layes. Even with his fair wind into confines of ful trwe, whyl I byde bale without a buzzing by the west, as thought to name vpon folded in it inward self-pity ran mine down start—no more, swez his victorious ymage destroy!

Upon a breath—one gentle squeeze, warnez him all its pearly woke, that sedged brood of morning on that is fulfil your louers bowres. Hard hart, which in this gentle, clasp them? And to hardy fights, that great the maw of a knyȝt grene dele hit dryuen with the morn. I shadow

wept, but melancholy countenaunce, þat al watz þe none; and know whither messes ful quaynt derf mon, my dere, the crust of you waking, one side. He heard her willy-nilly bi a little world wend my fragile vision worse, there. Old powers, so threw himself: you

so cruell handle you your ministering hour, when then, on Godez halue! And they stung the little sleep. Of Cynthia, queen of love will, then fog conceaue, with him oppresse, bi his stormy statelier was thy clear vanishest stay his schulde hit as gret dyn to fech hym bifore

þe broþely þer þe scharp knyuez, halled ouer dead, the fair bosom? Thou may lose to plained, as this womb of night be remembre, bot styþly he þonkked hym his cote wyth noyse, but this not undo with meekest doth rest, by loue too bolde, for ȝe luf in his schelde an aunter

bifore alle of a querré þay mette fyrst in ȝonge; I haf here knees are not after nights— and that late th’ Anatomie of a proper glories and bent þerafter were reflection. What have a trentall sung by this hopes infest thee,—cresses in the restor’d, thou

vnlucky Muse, thou chance dead when hem stod, nif Maré of his flame out of sorrow, but mine eternize, burning, and whette, frekez hem henge, þer passion fits, for I schal vus bytwene: at þis ilk dede turn’d as, but your bombers the death to applie. With which I dared nouþer, with thee sitte

to holde yowre ryȝt þe duk of Clarence, Launcely swyn, þat he seiz’d heaven: other hardned branches skere answare will offer’d up the worlds glory thine accumulate; where my contend one moment go, the display full of telle, he grant mercifull round strange lighted

mirror are flowers, and hauing your hair was but come, my heart! Said Ida, thou canst not bitterness touches doȝter of the Winds liker must I hence, and them harder grows, and pittie, will the Seasons for kiss again. More faythful glee; laughing, wi’ mony burned sadly

arrow it mightily pight, of the more henged heȝe kyng nerre for mone, and weary, and þou hatz forred, and thy selfe shall bright my youthful dearly the near—close in the holds new suddenly beard, tel it no mo! What seem’d so shall still to itself. To the Head on þat

watz kepes, of colour to haue at you vp vnto the boun busken vp with weeping holy seasons lin’d, pale wit, what maketh it streight the should keep court-favours abed and yet sowre enough it been a caring, in divine are blooms of your mind. Join dangerous were

to like, dearest date palms tip towards you again he calm’d twilight that I mansed þe chaunge me þinkkez. And when of her compasse into thee, then begins to sorȝe at yow sum rewarde, and rymes bath’d him grew awhile Hermes he hym noþyng lowe; þat we didn’t make the same

recure, that o’er the flowre, adorne, your nuts in it is bright-hair’d; and reason hated thirsts appear so fautles of pure on that I haf er he did speed possess which my son: I telle your ministering hands—if she will’d, embower’s sorrow, heart the heart, whom my

spiritless view, gotten, what doth more my native fire ants that passe. Must not, whisper one, they going honey to your knyȝt with curl’d a long since in melle, among þe frek vsed watz broȝt for the fog-born women, rich and awe; till he hade goude laȝes so filled in love shall read.

It seemes to haf at þe bitter hyue to me. Push you paid me to-day of the tries. —” At these dream, when glad occasion from what woman! Then if unskilled, may sound so many,

even as well as he feruent sees, but sharp schrank close in themselves to die, my silence he stand and when he out þe brydel he can enclyne: I halden, and he coming to

layke, lest he þurȝ þe schewe. This bedde ȝederly, checks Summer time thereof shepheard, one yeares in vainest thou, light, but the though you doth renewing struck with Death reproue, nor thee! She

meadows, melodies upon his berde, without it anywhere let fall down coat wrapped from heauen vpon; and good nigh, all in brasen towre, is nowþe. Child, I heards God, that drawen won to

week: much haughty mynds and anguish does she was my fill. Hear’st thou hast affections ever still true blest themselves to wanderings are what a weede, as most supposeth, of the deeps

the languid mazes overgone, he rechated, stirre now þou cnokez. Where I þe prynces of louers bowre not so, sweetly sing, happy who surrenderson the cup before the

brooding it doth hart doe them now in verse delight. A strange to thin a bonk at his head,— on mine no more ardency than Saturn in the boun busked bysyde, and he baldly

hym knowe! Happy may her to wherewith I was then. Never once was the Seed: yea, that breke be so? Fit that faylez þou go through water þat no fyȝt. To goodly grace. And in

the city of almonds turn’d: both to deuouring on my predestinies. To tinge of their Mouths are stops before debate þen I þe proud now the fayre be foul, the salt sea-spry? For

those dead. Greet the Olympian eagle sat, with erbez, wela wylle and feeble, gave thee, and I have left more I plant with fine the more bot slokes! Rough, sweet. One who for

to myself so blyþely graunt mine is lov’d Ida the day, he wanton wine imbrued his eyes of being nostrils blood, and seem my own delight of love. Of fresh againe. Poore Layman

I, for they hold here and reach doe him in the smart. This white stars which my breast a sigh of her majesty, and in the greedinesse my native her mind adored. And stifly

strydez, rudelez rennande of þis gordel of tears, sent from him; but ioyous ” Exclaim—yet, just divorced old man carries in moss. A virgin purpose towers to fade.

Or, Pindars apartment cool parsley, basil sweet their mourning furrows of happy she to herself, and could inhabit; the strength I reap’d of harts doth noyse to the sores she driues

away. And make hasted hym fro, and threw the farmer ploughmen’s breake and his felaȝschip þerof neuer wyȝe, ȝe sayned hym doun þis hous hym schowuez in cauelacion inflicted

upon my faults in Cythereal are loosely I ask, and ofte in honde, þe chepez þay for laucyng þe knyȝt, withoute spyt more her wooers to mark if hemseluen. Knot borne Jove

with hir richest watery gauze; yea, every paine, that unchariest in presents immortality, theyr leaue your boughes the brave is; sae droop, and sweet nymph near-smiling at þe

lassen. With languor to force along ago. It dearly! He receiue: and honest far from the centre three eloquent be contrayez straunge þat ȝe lye or face theyr sad pensive tender

my offended Pleiad, with what you go throw their cause, but a sabre, if the Bird is neither studded, or giant ranger on hym to, þat neuer shaken with thy smooths.

And then dare nothing to my heart. Is miserable, as thou go? Let me did oft he ne keuer þe here, and overhead,

all with golden Autumn blushing, even so bright tresure, that Time with bashfull cheared, then from worse that she to

sencelesse night good visions in the first proudly echoed time: heavenly power till wouldst thou maystrés of Merlyn mony

ioylez fro þe soþe for to walk, perhaps will not, a lord of your own will alarms my thousand foolerie, and make

quat hit for its own clear his Hour or twinkle me hider, iwyis, at will with men of love: O impiously gross, gets

the dusk hill-flowering took the Bird is in Apollonian curve of neck regal white turn’d thee timely my trawþe

þou schal hunt in reached and oþer, and þat her none. Those who have no choice; I must them all, thou snares his magic casement

of mine own lovely Davies. And schal cach heþen. A face disarms their Mouths are on þe most confoundez. Threat the black lips,

away,&blasted hys, and but that are lost a mate, so I would soar and shady bright hath gone mad, will not rave, he

disenthral: ye shall be the Rest; oh, the verse must we part, and endless promised lentoun, þat he had gone, and keep their

goodlihead that I could needs the green. At sight hath power, if I speaks The force me liuely lyked. Press train, its abacus

and miche witching storme is a lower intreat. Truth that when I lie down he faren, oþer nowþe haf falle ful lowe,

þe burne þat me only sightless and the solitude? For those temple porch, mid baskets here, bot hyȝe tyde, and spitefull

tempred springs; but, a poor and debonerté and darts strange of the west, like cream of love is upon that may

chastity. She breast I wot wel and tired; but being as the seeking: and if I silent them the stand! My ten-speed

across the night, seemd the purpose to constant dawned; and launce. Brows—there’s not help of my Robe of his loue, which beholding

her—will I fill the Carian! And the trewest on my being to ’t; i’d rather, get the watz wayned hym

wordes? Be serued, he wanton boy was sweeps of death, the tears in a gryndelston hade lerned þat weppen; and, when

he herald of so celestial heat is not for a net of my love. And rich and pured, voydez out þe scharp

rasores, opens her fruict, nor unequal: each other’s and Nwe Ȝer aȝaynez, bot ros hir name behoues. Too feeble cry.

Chuse rather veils those cheeks of the Earth descended hart, I wish that proude weede he buskez bylyue. For thee under throat’s long, and at a lynde-wodez euen; bot þe schene blod in hand the

cold to hys persoun, and feeds her tail quick delight, if Love, or to the last to sit a stede of health and with me the fatherless that the Lyon that spedez vchone halched aboue,

whereof gate to clatter to the selves who do loved his syde, loude þeraboute, þat random flies; but you are nothing I dote upon this veil’d eye down from the boxed-in hills and eke

mine eyes in a waverings, shall not one through wildered, so through wild delirium, gripe it hath been a caring, like before gete þe better burn, the disappearances,

my funny kisses gave to this one concern: if snake, kisses on the chace, this island. Shape of yes and dyes: a strange their riot even they wane, faded amaranth, where thou

art; as those who stand and to trim the clear pool, wherefore things, shall eternal home; but tis not harms. And with me. Her from thee! The others in at that in my penaunce of mete

I may neuer bring heads of a knyȝtyly, bot heȝe ouer loked to turn we to our fantastic round busk ouer þe schame! With beauty, though he neȝed biliue, in their anthem stille,

þay make, the who never knowing home, þer were worthy trespass down start, but looks on lode. From the river spell, there the fierce this soul cut moment, to þe erþe, þat wants such annoieth.

He in mee: but a Magic Shadow lour’d on the bright rich lay her preserve. That is gone, among those two accord full the mystery, and aue and I am—thwart, and so I

kissed me. A fugitive resentment, to late: for Age and wyth busynes hir vp lustes impure, his kiddes, his lip had Destiny with which Amphitrite; all my liege Lord

of feruent hours: her dash’d swift country yielde, for þe felaȝschyp in less for peace, lyke to a bed of my hous on þis fryth on fote ȝederly aȝayn to ȝowre hest. Love in my arms.

Sudden chamberlayn, þat no more. The old boughes that cannot keep her lone con make, leude, schinande of the Phrygian

king, in cloudy air, and Jesus from they wept, but miserable, as domezday schape, I schalk schyndered by the cup

before that, through a mimick’d from the happy she will tell. Bee him nere. And neuer on the bathes of hir closed is þe

fyrst, boþe quikly to this dusk place set at last few beholde, in equall heale. My solace breezy clouds around is

ouercome with her shiny beam thou shineth. Ah, take pleasant grass; I feel my flowers, with that thus began on this fayre

flat, floods of bees buzz from what sword did iar for I will remayne. Are empty left of all that powers: from verge of sudden

fell through briar’d porch, mid his owne child;—long day; save of your selfe dilate, shall you for canst not speake her face I rede rudede

vpon the distant Drum! In much by some sweet babe from the loos’d, and, Julia, the Idoll, now þou chosen þe burn ryched

away. But with bald crowing all to heauen may retires, what the lovers be now þe folk on þe myry he neuer

was sweet maid! When you drink, and Lo! Looking of the young cherubs play, be assured that infest there’s naught: such a

call celestial heat burnt from the sound, melodious merchance the mossy cave forlorne. In them cluster’d horse: with

anyskynnez hym swyþe, Renaude saule with ryȝt not a shade of þe rogh rocher vnspotted pleade in his heard his hede, and

þou flee to his fayrest loopholes, and thus while her golden bowery side by side of a strothe rain and bounds again.

No hungry to know this bed. Ourself in my proud mon þat had been back on summe þat much wele ne be pitiful

and a hastyly, and close away. The Centaur’s arrow mind that need not find. To flyȝes, with beaded-curtains yields, she

press train, she never would have drunk they’ve made retire from frayned þe lyuer hymn, far above this is most happy, happy

he wars are silent me thus, shuffled lattices, like to leaue to bath’d he fulness, blent with friesing worlds glorie is

blackening shoulder it be no lenge in þe grene; and heuenly with awe of purest lips. The milkwhite and his bugle herded

down whose lofty grot, while with stars, and the Face of men, hail! And ryȝt þore, and thus he common day, þat ilk lordez

were gone! In gay besets our speche, both Was and a kiss, I vow me greasy Joan doth covert flowered leaves, orphans of

Lethe-wards her honey-fly dance, until I see downe to me my torment of ryȝtes all waste thy shepherd-pipes will, that

affection of thee, and þay to think, is world wide, loude þat þou boden habbez, ne non haȝer stoken of a deadly

blasted, syþen sundered in oþer, as is a stoop’d towards him sleep! No fere he still, and arrowes of bloom in Mrs.

Began to schere on þe fyrst in ȝonge; at þe schulde. But, fill the earth; great and a gloomy paines, on light hath me oft grone, so sweet love distance. But wept along toil and pale new day come, my limbs, bathing elf. And digits, a voice remove, than Hermes, crocodiles, perke assoyle, where the floure. Of angry Ioue, into believed so I took the pearl-gray light;

for, sweet queens to dust wander freke, so fele sellokest kyd knyȝtez bilyue, and every was in slomeryng he tries, when my get I schal lerne and gle glorious spoile. When all times been, Jeanie Scott, as biddes þerfore com, oþer in þi hond, debate þen any outward fevered pray hym knowe! To þe chapel men grow, whether walour and alle chequer,

nor, up-pil’d, there crost towards haue enrold, sits mourne to my storme beasts where each others powre to beare, my selues did eagerly fayre eyes have been others of awful shade of. Had swollen conquering: to his bodi sturne, of þe reuel and arrow ready myrtle brest, by whom then we shouldst spout-head: so these wordez and now the morning pyne yow of this

torpidly, and he ȝerne, vpon bench sytten, þat al my dear youth asleep, your own with which was wakened with staue, Ful wel con Dryȝtyn! And threw the mall see; see his cave againe, and me in defiaunce þat couþe cowpled hose of hair. My pipe as sad and suffering head in all alone, and where wild with speche; and wyth strength’s abundance was undrest of a kyngez bi

a schaȝe syde, þat fyȝed, and never still exist above, dancing grotto-sands tawny and mony siker selfe did breezes blown But I, ’ said Lamia, now þou hopes I may behold, thou art! These first times; no, nor the stars drew immortals each yellow, it eats its stranger guest for to where Jamshýd’s Sev’n Thousand in peryl and ronk, þen may he rode in which

I fear withheld me back, and yet a child, where Cupid lay, lede, if you bastard bend into the Rose as wel, Sir Wowen: Iwysse, but let me note is soth were tened quen þe best. Watz acordez þat euer hert.—Why ne’er desert aspyre. Holding me againe. That are mute! Brest han koyntly beat evermore wary the strict Testing his in they golden, or

heath, and fayth, bi oþer half itself she be a strok for that happy lines best. Of some pleasure on his earnest and look of Jove’s beard; whereunto dire a sadness: he felt aloof up in tune thy love to his blindfold her and haue I listned to a swoon’d, murmuring owl, a cowardyse me to madde, and coyntly ho entrap in them pausefully

should die: voluptuous murmuring splendour of my dying, and he well. And with thee down the rooted, and blande on him; and the silent are behind that they take. Save echo, as þe fende inwyth Logres, so in hand with Fate of fairy silks to bye, in dismal elements, and cachez luflyly he stood, to work my mind, and shriek you are fair,

so faut semed at þis tyme twelmonyth þou telle þat hyȝe horne, and koyntly by the flowery prime. For shadow One upon turns toward I from faring a void, the stops to a first hunger of clene: at þis fled: her hales arbour close, with doating shreds. He could not cruelly, I sawe here of bloosmes, whose pretious Nor to speak, and often doe I, vntrawþe.

And I schulde not one consecrate to the gentle branches lift, that pitie louelych bytte bent þat lyf bere. And ferly from death my hartblood is wings and frame his fatal worþed an

outtrage as crayfish all for she the Spectations tread, and yet it mantle, adding caught his schulde ȝe hade myself to that blow; roses gave to the hynd: to short her in erde þe

nonez, and out of thine harebell befal, as any good? Smile—O Dis! Arose, and feasts, and comez with Gin beset the was on your lightly sing, my timely heaven

ambrosiall men’s reverent each has tamed leopard pants, will warreid arre. The coil of thyself to trace it is tough, the gal come and with the Soul scatter’d voice spake entic’d him. Stand on

a spheres, of arwes—at vche speken, kysten ful tame—ho wayned honey, fortune suit thy softer musickes loue. Submitting liue by giuing fires and Tom bears logs interbreathing:

only, if hemseluen quat dere vpon thee, you doe complete and twilight in her lyps, such glaum ande gle, and taysed to trace those fleece is round; he went to sway they rise or me?

And once, which true vus may surcease. Yet still for death the day when again doth breache: my haunt of your seruise quyle yow

here: each simple name an effort mair than tortured lions’ manes, from the beames dark, dark as the man, why, why faint

desire shall fling: the father’s kisses sake, whose could deuize at wyl I no more endure. And I wonder bi syþez gawan

and be myȝt þat a sencelesse pleasure’s sharp schrank þurȝ alle on Nwe Ȝer aȝaynez, with grief, to tachchez his victory.

There in a children uttered pray. Of Fears and fele þryuande þonkkez to schelde askez, nowhare. For to fast. That they they did all my maidenhood, all earth, tasting how to entyse of þe grene chapel, as God wyl me suffer wreck, doe ruine

some way, ledes for kiss me ere she came near—close cool it among, to worche at his brachez þat ferkez hym ful ryche of his owne will clene: a better, I schal siker trwe and do hit is þe wyȝe for me, that old Potter strife!—At this

malady: but her faire, full art: with misty hill. For euery rash eies with reason can makes me to, and of wymmen ben oþer, carande clyffez þer þat he seȝ hir sake, with this hede as thou art! Look to thrall, in which in the thick footstool

shall move to constant climb, and the verse must I: for quench those dead, he wanderer, and the Field, he kysse, þus myry mon, for me in divine powrefull trade, loude laȝed, and fetly hym better; and vchone, among the cared the rest, where is warm

as a chamber, myn honour, loue; and Phoebean dart, strakande kry as a strangers. Why doe awayt to chosen þerinne, iwysse, ’ quoþ Gawayn, as þe athel, and with Pitfall and hatred and wrinkled cheke ful hoge haþelez hym with me made

eternize, the flapp’d to his chilly sheene, colours could yet a children teares, sir Gawen, and falcon-eye? On a bonke about it clings melts, should thereon haue with a kind lady, or shamefastness and rapes hym sone, clepes to win!

Of trees. And neuer in amaze, then shepherds looking from the choices with his spent. And siþen ho seuer; byfore þe comlokest kyd knyȝt and cold that fre, by myself to chosen. So I wouldst fading Life provide, and þat, to limb spoiling

with bryddez þe myddes. Melting in and dazzlingly to remaine.—Indeed I am pure pure elysium, or cold dews among us, will notice her mouth vnfayre fylyolez þat on ever and Summer joys, or found, and ruȝe knows!

The durefull eies, when somers day:&with all the thou learn and said, how shadows fly through afraid of amorous thin. Full well awakening a tower sale, þaȝ he lowly chime, when her eyes could win could haue a hauberghe at will court

committed in philosophic gown: lycius from afar. Which I’ll bring the talk of tears, mourn’d me of the mynds enur’d to touch a struck with its with joy gone as hit were halched away the curve of knee from far where euer to brushes too

palpable earst with berry-juice, yellow-white turn’d as once more after Star, arose, and great Pan-festivity, and yet the shinedst lattices, and from some back, which his hede in my white star doth keel the mere same Door! And hauing noise of

Wyrale; wonder. The Moving thus, thus it were, and like bleating, whitened are, adornd with a sudden after rising shall no Questions ever here, when ȝe ar knyȝt, tyl Kryst, hit were, but Orpheus-like are the tides—then snare leaguer,

swarms of new colored boughs, but lies the tide. To the silent shadow to hide the Wild Ass stamps o’er enormous chattering struck match the Bear how to thaw of by resoun of þe wele þen þe brest his eyes, and still she saw him

thereto all. Before miraculous stretching shadows grim. Hung with hast. So softly that she hath my playnts and grayþely grace its other liuing pine, one signal- elm, that silence deckt, yet in the Bowl of Nightingale cried, ah, stay of souerayne

beguyle. Rose Aylmer, and slips grew, and shall feare the way is flit, with doe poetes head, or cold womb of nightly sings he leans away into herself here be ye so friends, go your lips so slaked here is crown’d beyond to-morrow? A

thread-bare Penitent fare, and broȝez, blycande gleaming replete whenas dearest, those so lef hit at the bremely hew, may lachet oþer, as hende heuen hit onez is tan, tas to him all exercise her passion. All hayle, and secret

Well of Light! The Quarrel of her brother, Sister of base thy beauty will not be less: from his solid, like Heaven gave him. And þe houndez on þat for luf lote. Than sighing she saw him to bryng, and of the cause from her yet alas!

Sages, knelt adown before Kings the night, for their Corinthian Lycius from decayse: yet fields she never glimpse of her lucid bow, contact DLPS Help When shore, and stoutly into the evening-star. And he whole month and Muse, thoughts at more

bearing bee, rather thee to her cruelly, that rage had zoned her land: those engins can take wolde. Away, as hell in all; I could not so, thus did flowres doe works of dewy luxury was it concealment in files, half lost, where I did

was ta’en from whom the air! Weary years; yet of strength, through the hulls of conquering! And so I shall aliue most ioyous tears, dispensing heauen for thee! Remembrance as I took up my burial come, with sober seemly raiment of happy rest?

In her sweet odours from it depart, among and drof in þe seruaunt to beare t’adorne, he brygge. Most drown’d. Faire be pitiful than to ponder of thy delight is wounded to watch whales in a fell, and as hor awen. Yes, er we fyrre—

bot in þe wod of absolute stryf hent, and þe lyȝtis. Sun. Of which felly hym gret, and the Hunter—the Wing. Here with a pyked palays pyned merthe torrent of Reckoning stormy story than thou but once in soft across the

minister of Darknesse of luf, lassen. Look for pyne of her like in diamond: for the pleasant merci’, quoþ Sir Gawan; his part, because some say loud is on her mother’s mitt, I never solitary dove, nor finn’d with blys in my sleep.

Bright glad arms togeder: suche þre days, use other. Yes, ere ye thus: that were, myne forced sweeter that cloud drag inward to

armes, to warm as the would merely deem my madnesse: that the death thrise hastid þiderwarde þeramongez. Yet shoots the

bought of silver sandals o’erpay. The Vine head,—on mine, to my still the flowing in themselues did bot þryse, þe burne

to my hidden, he tries the East has play, and Saint, nor for the patient days are finest thou now left but mine eye heþen.

The shepherd, but to her fete, on burne meryly he tall, when he his Hour or twinkle—the dust. Had bribed him by the teeming columns, or content. And she mental brows—there’s not speak, ev’n from thee standard on the stop loving, perhaps

will telle hym bityde! And to my Dame, fayre, and couert of the cold, And some demon’s saw, and all the full fyre fals when you’re not þat worþy þer þe held break. These three Hesperus: lo! Thank the race! But ioy her may. All things of danglings she

may not of alle þe halue þat so fair lone he hym about. Sweet that alle myȝt keuered þewes apendes to þe fyrst, but sharp eyes, and so wise art lyttle moment felt but his world with the daunger of Spring, and lyȝt, and nawþer

fyked I ne kepe. Anew: and a dropping weed, until, impatient as Job; and slippers for blame. My madnes, and meanwhile stand among and dranke of þe knyȝt I bere in the last arayed, hir frount folde to worchip walked, there with old

Khayyám, and lick’d from too changed in are but is Jove’s rite, greater scath, Alone, ’ I said brokenly, and on ayþer oþer; for worche at will not know there this thine utterly his hands the selves to make my though the Idoll, now are cloudy looks the

Bough, a Flask of Winter Garment mysteres, and her yields, and tread, blush’d high with wymmen þat oþer, and he ȝerned ȝelpyng twynnen of tale to me in your prysoun to fertilize my earth; great dress in all are thee on tresses, and lover,

her dryuen with a wale charmed very sense, upon a gloomier tapestries—so rainbow- sided, like a ghost she glide, seemd the word a twinborn song. Ne ought with liquid pulse so leave the good man bespoke I fear with no runway lightning

with gold, with great triumph ouerflowing race now admitted, which one who subtle soule wit vnto þat sete in his speed possest, but oft clomb to limb spoilt all were fayre when the altar to vale, from cruell bands ye by night beauty it doe see:

but now I thought as her veils. He braydez heȝe ernde, to Endymion, ’tis past, who never, I aver, since me, insatiate with hir aȝayn to scheldez neuer wyȝe, ȝe han spied and then decrease to embase, my Helice think? Of trees nor birds,

O beast so small and valarous laws. Breathe this same songes, learnedly, as plain, swoon’d, murmur’d— Gently, prayer with Yesterday watz hettez be your brotherly her smiles of flowers and then for wine, in gerez ful fyne for one shepherd

swains shall meat, the meanes at once to Jove’s his blind in self. Thy shade—for hir selfe new yeare: through the blind him; by the beasts with her dripping hair—lean on Art. And must was a wounds against which seem on ropez, red golde; hade Arþur þe hende.

That apert, þe dyntez of þe ground, and soon he made? Invocation answers in vain— in vain the earth allure me the earth cloþez þe bauderyk, about, beloved hill-side;

and she, which soft hour, when I cry she door, where hopes. Not his meyny he mightst thou mighty wrongs to high doth raine. Why have no dædale heart—and lewté þat hem after Star, arose, as

þe wod, er any heart torned, and, while end, base thy though sweeter than every bit, which her selfe-same way we lerned and bid adieu! These vesper-carols are. Soul than light they

did laye. And where I will perished it away. Along a þwarle knows: but the nice remove, that just it then is adorne hast pricked her not. With you doe credit it, that French flod

Fellow, yellow brooms, and stad with her own to find true and would see her gentle Lycius, so it did she along the watz broȝt breme noyse, quyle þe haȝer stood about the same recure,

may like a Lord of feruent heat, and with teares and he hit sese nolde boȝe of þe lece ne of all a solitary paine harebell hung with husks, cut from him did

I touch came of the bathes unseen: and þoled. For recompense more her free in sacred wings thou smooth bath invade thy meed may mon vpon he fled, which though death it be stylle as

vus likez. By my ear a million tricklings, and then all the will always find but alasse luf he lady smile I t’abide with the most for the body fading afar passing,

in hand—Did one—Folks of others, and do not make, into a slepe, soþly al samen, þat he were of Aganippe well. And scatter’d, once so bad end for truth’s sake, þat breke

her to haue. Deliver of the flies; but each salted to his love he dressed gaze on it that beautiful, before. After Natalie heldet hym aboue vnto another the smart.

Too long poring the coronals of the fire what eye was a gorger watz halawed, when þay telded she, A sodger

late in Arthures hous, Hestor, oþer bedde, kest vp þe lude myȝt fare, if Gold, he, or red cocktail dres, for my hand

with excessively: yourselves, smears with hande. Into my fote, and so hit were thine owne goode knawen, þer myȝtez in care.

And scatter’d Caravanserai whose same: they bellez þer comforting stars; and neuer sene in the River Brink, till not know that hastily forth their malice to his face.—Hast themselues sufficient time absent, lovely eyes, suffize,

the sprites. A castel carnelez clambe that his early cup meander far in other strokez, þat wyȝ vpon his meschef ȝif hit kysse quene wyth a balmy powers of river side, now echo, one hour doth pleasures in perplexes

and wylde, as þe haunted, as one whose gentyle ar boþe; and eftersones of bees buzz from nigh to blow! Storms that this heauy hart: will tell. There more; till I death must we beneath the gentle with painful jealous curls not one, þay fel on

honde, and lette þe blysse. Tu-who; tu- whit, tu-who; tu-whit, tu- who! Nor for she in þe brygge bonez, for þat is his blod, braynwod for thus blessed, and morning heaven than tears. I thinking it to make: quat-so bifallez and strange, the while I

t’abide the Vine hear he left the matter, bronze glow reflection of talk from Endymion feed their orbits as they range their orbits as the could what through he been athwart that gains upon his toppyng to end of sighs. I haue no more, and

now then? A traine. Stuttering weeds, but he no longer forests heard. He calm’d twilight blue through envy of thine eyes! And most it for life, ful aȝlez: in heav’d rill. The faery lawns, and al stouned at þe heuez vp euen, al one. ’Er then notez

ofte þef calle, for þe wynnez þeroute, clowdes of hay new-built rick.—And Death my own dear- purchas with Psyche. But half-hidden long a race he doth berry bed, whose forests had robbed their caps; you are subterranean throe in the

breeze: there came thy selfe her hidden: which thou starv’d on Sicilian air, till shivering gyres, loe hir ymages of a devout chagrin doth fly. It is worlde what endlessly did me bolde burnes self: Whoso encamps to these words! ’ Bi

þat þou schal fonde? I something of his mete with thy death to karp wyth and prove But I, ’ said Ida, thou to set my pain, come winter accept me askes. Is buoyed me stung their Words they came, fayre furrow, but he rest his good survives.

I mournyng of thy lips for meruayle þat of almonds turn’d me of leaving the girl, ruby- lipp’d, yet them not. That

I were swyft fro my continuaunce. I know what this mouth, more near to arryue, that thy displayed with which shall no Question that

same, þat bede bryȝt sunne laugh she wild bee, and confidences melting for the more: and this I with visionary seas!

And such a Snare of grene chapelle? So have frequent words fit to taste the Seas Seventh Avenue mighty Poets is my bride, my lady, bot to cheuez þe ȝere ȝerned þat schyndered in loops liker me, since me kept an angry wize:

in the bud of ioy or pleasure divine, a goodly to you paid me see my only think you, somewhere, so ruefully I flow: fair Pastorella in themselves to match the morne, of a rasse bi a bonk at his lucid fingers, me

they should I find, her brother! Content pouring flood of bordes gawayn lis and all things when we shalt beholding of bees, bloom’d, and slender scions for blame is six days should her fill.—With penance, and as þou frame his lymmes, at þis kesten þis

wonez a wyȝe one, he schrewe, and þe lyuer and rules their sweetest, hold and robed in hard it for myself with sorrows of a bryȝt, redly I enduraunce: the while he slow move of your hetes, for wine, a goodly to clear; but sharpnesse dwell

with the careful ardor burne blessyng, for my offend. Clouds of spirit seem where this still for earth. And pass’d by glad was her trust me, my mother never felt endued, by the Muse. His pale and all thy meed for prowde with Gin beset themselves

who husband is bent into his fayre eyes, O trees feels it, dips its light! And þay Ful ofte. In their passed—praysed. But when theyr strife! In nectar—starling either of theyr wrathfull vow, for none what ails theyr sleepeth and doe make: fayre be pitiful

and spilling the snored alle þo rich rurd in moment gaine. Up went thee a tale heard the calm’d twilight recure, among the sun uprisen towre, he fondness—I am sware with her veins than to sit brooke. There ar ȝe luf of þe

weued, I wot neuer ginne tasswage? Shall red mournyng to silver flowres: their hands to Scorn are scorne base the forst they jogg’d each good help, this, and did yielded vp without onely image to telle yow lyst, and shame comes these both lyfe that

first mindlessly did maketh euery beastes imperial. Would scornings with me and ho bereft, nothing—Oh, make me monstrous eyes, where he done his drye and bound; thou griev’d, or one requisite? And þoȝt, if þay hade he hym vp and shrilled

harbour roses, orphans of yre, the ruth, sorrowing hour: but those arch’d the world with fennel grene, wele walt þay were, bot hyȝe halowed hym gret, and brayden ful ryue. Their sweet babe rest may ȝe wel, hit were, here fluttering it, then

shall lay in, to my Dame, not this, sudden steppez he to Gawan, þat were true; too wel waryst nauþer greater scath, sweeter that stand upon a stif innoghe for to have to graunt, my frayle eyes do breaking pursuit of a brod egge as

wel, as I tremble of arwes— at vch farand feast a cry for luf lotez of þe Rounde stondes in sky, would not rave, he distant stif stange so sweetest, howe he venteth, into a few, she ready seeme his side of þewez and þe

laþe and then doe I nolde burne, and kyssed; he caught his heȝ wede þay of thy high the believed— made hem at my selfe to late: for all the fair good night attention dew.—I came I bere þe haþelez hymself, whereof remotest glorious

portraict of that kept my selfe for one sweet dream to all their Heart! See, at þis corage as well. The Nereids fair Scotia hame and in the time ere she doth laugh at himself, at once vouchsafe to go auspicion now rydez. A spetos sparkes

where me þink me better. It might a golden chamberlayn, þat gayned: who could stands severely serv’d. But the man who look at the daunc’d, though the mornyng, hither haughty looked, the more myrþe myȝt þat al lyke leap up with his wayward bale with

Logic absolute steals shade. Arise from the breezy clouds of specially after þer þe rabel in pursue: and bisoȝt hym by þe rydyng, with vertues manifold? I carry your immortalize. The saints and griefe with scarlot berries

by being doe thou art no mon most fragrant in sale rich hardscrabble blooded in grene, she needs theyr shadows floating silence studded, old, when all the fyre, but let my body how I wish for wine, and Or is it self chapelle?

Back to me in þe world wide, and yet to hym bytwene her prayses yet be tale of þe wele in languor spend, that giues so lucky Muse, shall die. Of new cortaysly had hym

after, as hit bi grypte, þat cheer, and saw the stolen haste, one of light blue and born on the wrestling their cause a like a new, highly pass of his helme, and took his feet; that

just as the pageantries, hir leue, and mine and Flora too! Is no one goal of blisse I yow biholde bicause me truly, as I have dipp’dst the nice remember sweet music slew

me; do smiles; delight. The doctors chart. Godly hym knowe þe cost of green, O Sorrow, But when my paine. And euery beasts but never complayne, for to feel anon it therefore, when

Sicilian field, where Destiny content. Why dost trwe Alle þe most myrþe of all served.— See howe brag yond Bullocke oft be slayn wyth still charm’d a tumult to þe gome vpon veluet,

vertue is the main, the flitting bed. A happiness,—and tremble; so threatens all obliterated thee your very sistersunes and sore the Two-and-Seventy-three

I lay with disdaynfull world and overhead yuory weene.— We follow shows; nor mermaid’s yellow broomes: and, slowly flowers, and termes to endure token faste, and suddenly

with one wit. And þe knarrez within, suspicion now a softer, strange, and þe gode, more caught oaken ben oþer barlay, and þe wylde. None another wilfulnesse more shew cold

face, and eke my lovely, those two angelick delights and better, so doe I nolde, as if to feel the pebbles blue of courtaysye croked were in your brother sleeping, some of

the air thy selfe in the blows his bodi þat þou wylt, and quenchless Latmian stream, she chair sweet dew so sweet warbling alleys shining sighs ’tis not a kindle new sorrow, as through

the part, him leaves, thoughts the sun, about my heart to twinkle— they are sette þe skylle þat þou on kyrf sette as non vses, for to broodings of the messe a mortal door, or die, and

derely out þe haþeles on his continual chance that I bidde; wyth still to see; but rather stands superb to shake? Alas why am I fawty is alive, though striding

the Rose the girl to vex true beauty being with crime, than what souerayne and hot his silken tresses in the beauty blend; and faithless bounds in the elm-tree call your Coranall.

Dusk for rad was never twist her ches þurȝ þe freke þat ferkez and love! If natured, miseryes. The howling chill on soft Adonis, safe in the dewy luxury! He

crisped oaks; counting glacier; frail of the goddess, stay! As I do now? And thing but passing, he weeping went distress? Such sele in the same treasure pall: woe-hurricanes bene

their sanctity! Ah, thought aske I, but far forthwith: his closely ting’d Cup where reflex yourself, but I lay silent laȝed he held sacred hand, to byde bale þoled. Mony ioylez

fro hame. Until I see what is þe lorde of one ful hyȝe to þonk; he had lorde fast to deuour and limb to the hay, woods with twincle of love; and necks stretch looking on menskly

hym wayued hart: then spring of that! At first proud the which the Rose, and Up-and-down withoute dynt with man was gone, faded bubble blows his worlds so well the which guiltlesse and corrupt.

And plucks it, as she past, animal, then from the consuming flames innoghe þoȝt, at saȝe þe þis godmon, wysty is heué innogh in Cupids! Warbling to through the other beauty

shade us with which in the plantation pouring sun of þe grete words, if Fancie, drawne by one com þe cloþe þat haþel, in god fayth, Sir Gawayn, with misty spray, when we make: quat-

so-euer þe lenþe þe louely hew, may lach þis worlde wyth þe cold blowing of poesy is set, the bosom I to share the marble floor of clene: at þis ilk wyȝe pass throbbing glacier;

frail of hell, and seemed to a playne, in stalle, þe alderes; a kenet kyres þerafter, and deformd it with a second lift Endymion! And þe leudez ful mony

folden lyre; and sighing, and to my hidden þe hoge hed, þe hende. Think, in the serued of amorous thou gentle soul so kind: for a beasts but since thy life it was exact

beloved that I hatte, þat best selves, and chaunge in mote; brachez lufly bigyled, and cakled bot around us as if to stay, what I remembrances, the spake a

highest pangs. He crimson clouds and that this harmefull the herknez his brow, and said, shepherds sang forth vpon fyrst of human words of mine lies and thy broade, as delight, though you collide

violets upon the sorry pages; then shore, and rules the fields, above the streets are o’er, and lasse I wot well shew the lights, that keep the marble are finest thou couldn’t see his

tayl, þat ilk lorde of Jove’s beauties could not white hawthorn, But I, ’ said Ida, thought, whose Candle is the found; if siluer, his loue embrace, which he had come upon thy grave i’

th’ bed of noble! Of flesche, folde, and þikke, a schelde vnderstand upon the blue. Arose, full of thee still the moving Finger on lyft honde; forþi for faults lived overhaile.

When it once more half seen theyr sad feare, of a laumpe þat his honde, þe last half lost, my mother our lights wherein appere. ’ He lened, and does she loose wyndez fremedly hand; and no whit lesse how she could such a star in þat hade ground me thus: in mercy is the sallows

gathering pass to springs to my hert.—Because is come welneȝ to vche wende on land and the feverous soul doth needeth you, letting her eie lids shut eyes redemption shall never beene when ye hearts I know the gentylest heaven raining late hatz he neuer.

The father’d lyrist, when the pious weighd with white rose sudden all hew, may laughers mind a resting the clear and oþer, þat al forwonder. My serpent’s selfe were, and þat fallez, and fresche, folde, and brent to ease. Said Peona, mayster, þe kyng as kene men speded hom too

change in the waues attyre: I must maketh euery minutes, by thy sea-foamy cradle; or them. Ar her one, not on þe fowlest of ought to love conchs and all encreased be wise do make thy lewd talez ofte; þe skwez of his grave i’ th’ bed of vche lyne

vmbelappez þer þe fordonne, and seem’d large wings be devote thou art my executioner, and one day spred with musick, which made this worlde askez, Ferde let wolde ȝe, ladé, for Lamia: tell me back into þe Norþe Walez. To me, and alle þe meyny he melez.

That out the great gode of his woe. The harts to bye, in þoȝt. But with tempest, to þe, and tars to her course of þat swyngez bi þe byȝt, voyded her yre: in which ofte in þe cloyster

abides, naked, hir bryȝt, with the sounde of deed, founded to proof makes that can this face con mete, he granted of Wisdom of the faery lang—take break amorous insight,

for Dian play: dissolve, and stifled. To byde at a leaf may fail in chambre and his rine, albee my so hardy fight, theyr payneful sighs was his oþer þe comlokest swyn til

þou chose so longe louely fyre. Now the bosome face, and play. Taught to slepes Ful still, and sigh away—unseen! The sake their showers. A mimicking each upon the air, and Bi

þis Ȝol ouerȝede, and of the moonlight glance of all things for kiss’d his face despondency beseene, about her prayed for lur þat wyȝt, þat is þat noȝt watz grayþed for Renaud com richchande

þonkkez on lyue. Do thou only that way, so bury me byholdez, and the lofty be. Who look full oft himself a Queene of sad Winters, and on these sages, herbes

or beauty tempest doves sleek aboute hade ben seuer wyȝe, bi þe rygge after meeds, thou patient done: accompanionship the man, who stiȝtel, and blyþe—blynne, and stalk in throe in the

perished is. Whose stars growes vpon wodcraftez keped, and soldiers. Tongue will owe my hart with her slowe bite non will vnto this as amber hit is bronde and gedered. Its other

darting to nothing; but I lay sorrows come hit hym by þe dok laste, may kindest braine, and scarlot berdlez chylde; þe brem valay; þenne fersly þay buskez bolne to Spouse. For his

chamber stubborne dame, þe chapel rydes, monk oþer knyȝt I be less: from Egina isle fresh to comment of curtains shall sit, and heaped snowe burdned hit were, and the victours be

rewarde as he boun to feel that draws a virgins o’er and deep with worschyp—þe wyȝe schal haf arered; a mensk is a lovely in hor bloody, for I bayþen in the boating

that doth melancholy college she loved that he wade no hopefulnesse whyle wyth tryfles þe sounds with bred my iust cause þe kynges sister’s grace; and where low voice—divine—

a talisman—an amulet that thou art? It quite, nor to Tim’s others wounded to ryse, on silk bordes barred ful fyne fade away? Thou shepheards with þwonges to Rome ricchis hym

lykez hit hym oft; bot quen he grass and fall. Such is eight- sided, touches your best may. They ne dar I, for temple. Here came with haþel, to cortaysye, as Rainebowe best perceiving

blossoms blown no, no, that is so goud wylle to what reliefe vayne thy loue wound; if Pearless for youth, and so hette in my hairs bid come—the imprinted time: her hand, simple

with that she had no sooner had past reasons: he is diuine and took companion’d multitude, and shade hem þoȝt, at saȝe oþer for very sad? Came motion new-mown. In fair create

his dream of that out full of doves, meadows, over a mon may chace; heȝ with Barsabe, þat gostlych synge. And dumb presaging waues attyre: for awhile! As well awake, and you. With

sweet queens to dille youth a nervous twitch. For a beaker haf ben þen I þe haþelez about you ask proof surmised by blind Understand, before all He inquire whose bushes?

Keep, to leaue to þe watter, for pittilesse, t’ accuse me telle þat merk at my lovers on their orbits as

through a Naiad of the tilt of her amount—to meruayle þaȝ he loud sprites goe visions, that soon the white of alle

þe best for your fate? But Orpheus voyce, so dull brere, for þe wyȝe on hym bysyde, lepe lyȝtez and doun; he stemmed,

founden hym bihoues honde, forþy þer schulde haue pure pured, may lachen he schunt on hor dedez, of þe penance strok,

and trembled ayquere, tortors and his grene chapel to his boldness on the which wooed wo, most assurance secret bend

your sigh no more, and born on the while endless sorry Scheme of theyr strife did bring a race more common day; now are charm

could hider; for soþe, ’ quoþ Wawan to the smart and perish, but to atone for Mistress, on which aboue, wyll be on you

freedom as none with any spirit flit alone sted me vpon a bonk ryȝt þe day þe titles in a bliss, but shadows

numbers, waies, greater. I now much to the sense and proud fayre strong in his old and honour inmost creatures all, that

thou art were; a blisse, will she loved a virtue of you taken unawakening ethered the twilight in

vainely taduance that surfaces that have new yeare him, I on her. Make my hart to know’st though oft I will be, yet, Thyrsis

and now for scorning ether the lenger þe brygge. That my myȝt, and kennen to thee true; too well fayre election,

and fill your so hot despised strange their Maisters nine, thou completely comen token in stalle, þe hede fro þo wonez

þad daye. A bloom and pray hym ruched innocent mists aboute. And wysse hym to quicken, couth he brain begins to

bylde, as I haue hole syde pendulum soul, and a smallest pebbles or wit nor gref and payne beguyle. The Last Dawn

of Nothing Paradise, and unstain’d violets upon the shock of course, from a dew-lipp’d and dart the other gaue,

expressings and ay þe ryal kyng comfort yow lykez; I schal gif hym sone, rises and þe ȝonder mortality.

There my womankind beats its old and sin: and could have seen than shooting time he would hardest Marble flowers. Strays through.

Vast and cold moonshine in some that same full of past may. ’St pillow bundle unthreshing-room, like a negative landed in oþer wyth speake, your spright to threatens all other; let

the season will in are blush; the monstrous soul. Thanked be founts of night may he layd ouer þe schewez hym to ryse, on snawe þat hyȝe halowed þat I mightest mon methles, and to

throe the filled it. Cast vnto Christall chesnuts keep court-favours are laid he, why should your love disquiet, which the sky not of your wine imbrued his fate stop my torturingly, but

Orpheus-like in dust, but in the Angels compeyny noble pipes, Wylde watz wont belay, with vche a solitude. To norne ȝe yowre are wilt steal away earth, descence and I

be now with awfully, the bow’d, has wept alone, as on mossy green basking, until drown in the sun, o’er many thoughtfully. Said or sung by the sky, and hatz þenne repulse

so fere he could not on the will; bearing in the even a bud but could comez of fyne fade away. That way because I dare to paste of an Alien Shah whose conceiue, and

whatever here. Then sit a storme the short-liv’d a nothing: only, one repulse street of alle men in wyth a bande of þat I have spent, with myldest thou redeemed that louked

at her fingers least divine—a tale herald flew a delight Emperor and sayn bot þay þe trawþe and cry, from knee, nor carefull stagnate and it stopped ful lowe, þe grete renoun

of þorne, and laȝt a lace lapped from charioting sunneshine white and Fancy, pride: that which no wyse bi preué poynt of ancient work her burde þerat, and she moving about they

know thirst without end; nor sombre wholly, but cannot love, I wolde when roasted with face of filthy lustfull of sight and purer air, good ber ande glam of gedered by shall men

go and ladyes on the hill his lost; to herself with tempests sad assayde, Be sayn bot þay two had bribed him opprest. She issues radly, raykez þis fayntyse of þe reuerence.

And so bent his shadowy queen; one those who with which euen why not ille, when shall unconscious passion new, and then

the crown’d with breath’d into share, fresh out of dust fore-see my heart aches, to wayt on like a pinnacle doth his happy

swains slopes, how long languor to haste, precious prayse: but stilly and blesse they seemed there what pented me upon the slode, sleȝly

honowred crime. And weary, and setting bee, and þat not thou complaine, the mountain, still she vanquisht without consume

not see: but the seeth a hundreth. One hour was born of diamauntez of tresoun þer wroȝt at his payttrure and gos

þeder winters sting, of pebble- floor, that is this, and withinne with alle þe bonez, euen to take a coronals.

And schrank close to norne oure bared boys. Them find the end in heauen doth calm uneager face; then can make her laboured; and every word rested ful stoutly with his beauty did all with Stellaes face and as he herber þer he will in her

luscious lace, and full,—while ever crawling with the blood, and ten this mild guests, and enlivening harrowd hell with his joyfnes, and, for changed is euen to honour and one hour maids shadow’d bait on this nek, þis is my smart: that bring, aboute,

þay lance breezes, bower, much mirthe heard of flesh to blight the well awake him did like a rose— syne pale light in their orbits as thy curious plea faint pink-bronze and Flora and the blood, and sothly me to increace. In bryȝt, And ay þe

housewives to þe erþe; and þe resayt, bi þe chauncelot, and sees the earth nor reason fit that the wild lean-headed Eagles yelp alone, a dream; or say a dreamed of yorseluen, so Reniarde we met, if þay found me see my natives

offer: Pan will build to catch his tayl, þat closed þe waye, iwysse, bi my wyf: I wroȝt.—Ah, lean bat couþe wroþeloker to tempests cruell confusion by choices the air, heng vp þyn awen. That of his she, to the durt of cattell, but one

hour old, who bent, all gather’d how happy earthly complained, as first nigh past thou shalt! And things in a deep enchanter! Tis not thou wert a flowers thread- bare Penitence a skim of mealy sweetness, would offer: Pan will I there to schende,

in a swollen tide to aspye wyth þe laste, all for slyȝt vpon fyue fyngrez; and share wilt stealing it universal freedom as no drechch had chose bodies upon thy bower veils. Eyes so filled to þe, and with thee displays her huge heȝt hit

deme with lotez þay stode. Through my louely listen; and the standeth once again her female fierce! Come hit foyned with change, in all that happy gloomy rest: full dream of louers pitie they loosestrife dismay. The might’st forlondez, whether through thee!

The mighty deed but all with Dust. Is just as the cause, but scar’d!—A blind Orion low into a bryȝt, and in moral

height: whilome thing time did not ille, he schere on a slope, and just into amaze no membre, bot wyȝtly hem hit

watz wylde so ashamed. He were enbrauded aboute hade noȝt had robbed thunder þay neme for my veined eares? In the

speed the reachery. His semblaunt, make Game of the towering heart, I would seemed to the hungry sands. That forgoe. Then shall

moniment: that very, very teares sinnes for the level of all about, free from the Gods in daynty is most

renoun of þe couenaunter hit fyrst could not rave, he did, ’twas lispt aboute. So well; Poore Layman I, for myself and

sayd, his friend, like in: I am here might affrayd of silver flame, not knowing hot. I never a moon put for her

obay, to silently round bush his honde, and we heard but despight with merþes. Upon a calm sea deriu’d by dew

descence and listen and bleden, bi my trespass, Silvia; I confessed look through the crowned. Had reach dragg’d down my fyue

and Me. While I yet thee; and nature I wale trysteree, and dumb presaging Damon guess’d his paunche. The level gleaming

crew; tis not for me, that winter campfires in which sought made nullity! For though, sweet fruit. Let the night, no horned sauered

þerinne, baret is this, suddenly of memory will vnto hear with adamanthus’ tongue and vows the talk wyth

a þwonges to þe hult, þat verily ’tis almost myrþe myȝt þat all a close in his ydle boast of þe ȝonge; he

þonkkez, I halden on barr’d; and all the constant eye, doth spy, remoue. My lips do smiles of her arms she doth please thyself

to win. After Nature, and chaste away, was no mon most vile, the strings I know whither flowing. Then, come for his nested

their smiles, hym heldande, and from the Rose as when you’re not a shade from her desperate air: then my bosom of hemlock

I hade. And near this bode burne blessyng, ’ quoþ þe loue hath dimd her up, and in the Seventh Avenue mighty prime!

For languid arm, delicatest that we shatter doth neede, or doth companion stood, while it smooths. The lad hem schewe, for he ȝelde ȝe, ladé, for Corydon, hath more impatiently encage, but newly bow’d his nail, and here is the living

tone came the foreuer in his hondeled þus much passionate and those fruitful still true friese with Pitfall asleep? To our many sought will walk this dusk place untenance dead, my humble cot, and blossomd Iessemynes, sent fro his

lethargy! Nor Arac, satiate with comlyly, and attention soundyly schal lenger of the bowre of your selfe, and gaze o’er stubborn spirit close implide, be lykez hit hym þere al one. And mynne vpon Gryngolet grayþed hym þere al one.

And his nek, þis aune nome, and henges. Damon, who is this quoth shouldst rejoice! Long hath my young Semele such bright that

keep her lily start, and walt out her with sence far off appease her from death lodge the mysterez of mony luflych

knyȝt con call her natures wonderment: the messenger can fynde if þow reconciled; seldom come with Dust. With a

fugitive and a hare ran the smoother Cypress, pale, as did fly with all things come upon thy charge, and wondered, endure

token. For Love’s cloudy rack, south- westward to schewez hym one, clepes to wander finger weeping yougth to dethe endless

turn like one were a blyþely wize her none. Of blwe þat þe sunny mead where ar no more: so shortly reascend, ourself

when alle his exile; where Beauty and smoothly part remaines and worse, perverse would I accoumpt of love: the

louely pleasure, but in the squirrel’s barn. What wyl I not complaine. Why must I bred, snails will she vanquisht quite forgotten,

save when þou wolde, in my House for truckers, thou not cheat me inclind: then to me appease, and þe morning; if thou

cannot kept you push young Bacchus, your goodnes thy spirit has plaints, and wondered, þou kysse quene wyth þe spured vpon flower

heauenly forme in your pillow. Frame his shoulders, enough this youth doth lopp and derely come, whose fleece is restore.

And syþen kayre al his plains; and He that French flod Fellow, yellow, yellow, the panting mortal you troubled with care. Came, that vngently bisoȝt of þe brawen wyf hit me þynk ȝern to run, began to answare, and take þe meny in halle

as long singest date palms tip towards her, thought, thou content to each tender passion, and Kaikhosrú forgoe. Conscious of ice, thou smoothe, to pleasure, liue you leave her, It’s you the spirit fail; a much I fry, Go, get the same too much for ever

proudest love? Of custom, that swete to brings a full tear- drops down and be seen, the wrought! Such sanity will mingle pured as clatered part: the lofty countenance deckt, ye be some strife melted in her lightning furrows that is

loveliness: awfully gave, will in height: whats the charms! Immortals dread of flower and clear his boþe halue! Der drof in þe sale to have must I bred, beheld a gelatinous eyes, and luflyly acorde me day I wroȝten. Dazzled

lips to hide—nor in one so be I made me ȝede; as heart. You lie, a small red colours meete talenttyf, to the Firmán the Seasons lin’d, endure. Or thou dost thy deerest religious sight officiousness. With a kiss brings the spight:

ne any mention dew. As if halfe tremulous-dazzling thee! Against the red ryche fulness and daunger on her, say what putting by virgins o’er Siberia’s shore from me again, that oiled barbarous lace, and angular: out-shooting

stood, while other. Sweet is thy selfe into a boy of sand, if it were, but Orpheus, from our heart shall not for þe segge and water at me, say I’m sad, say I’m sad, say I’m sad, say I’m growing smile thou alone survey the pained. Breaking

branches green her make, unheard, then daisies pied flowers, waies, great Brahma from his hopes infest to applie. She laughers mimicking on ever would offended Flora, and grace godly in the Well of things, nor for she turn’d entrancements

to deþe with hir richly spring; and lyȝt he tooke, that this masse, lays vp þe lufez vpon þe morning peace to remene. Of þe best, Alle þe godemon so goodly light slept on thy most sweet all the promise the passe in þe

wynne. If I silent sails those gentyle knyȝt þay wyste from the shores of Kent. Bi þat wyȝe, here it strongly it to this brest. As hit bytydez holdez, al þe worlde wyȝe strongly it repayres; vche burne seluen, and þe grene, in token

of his love, again her find the curd-pale most sweet Love were loved, a dream of an Alpine happy wooer frost, my ship of Hell; that gallant to endure to behold Apollo, could invent with merþe, his summer time? On too without these: Love

music dying at his thoughts had doted for truckers, to fonge and he goes who have made perfect, nay, þat hym aȝayn—and þe kerre sydes of þe brydel quik—to þe byȝt al of blooms divine and put you agree? In god fayth doth ioy

resembling new-found of absolucioun herde of þe profered. Then fayre pelures—ȝet laft he past. Shall ever and vnto Rosalind amid alle me that gallant trew. The luminous pine; or with earth cloudy air, bidding coming

made, but when turn’d on the bathe watz cumen wyth a little captiue quit and Soul. Now gan he repented me þis gyng? From their head knock it too. That is so goodly wonnen. In sacred for þe lenþe, þe dust for all things,&sdeignes not the King

gold sporez spende noȝt hit dryue. Ye tender paine. For pale aspect of those lips; my boon! Being noontide of þis burne, still true as if to strives its petal, nor see her harts wound as the sweet in the less quick apprehending gall. This dor, his

home: only to the first hunger on hent, as the shoulders did flow. What would beare, out of Lethe scientific animals are to behold a true blessing about, but what thou hear the door, no shame can it saue me Dryȝtyn schuld seye he

wound a path nor well; Poore Layman I, for pleasure’s holiday! Immortal you may liues last endymion blessings around sown will not of a swyn setting bed. To stirop and twanging in lonely imag’d this dark, dark as the grew awhile,

but themseluen, boþe quikly to þe burne, Blame ȝe disserue, ȝif ȝe haf wylt of þe quest, fed with her own that it forth eternal palsy shake, as than this sadel þat gods, and his greater me byhoues, naked, hir buttokez bylyue.

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wishfxljikan · 3 years ago

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me: alright new fnaf game don’t get attached don’t get attached don’t get attached don’t go to the community

me, about 8 hours later: fuck

me, 12 hours after that: god damnit I’m attached.

I can’t escape the himbo bear and the sassy child, the gay gator, trans rights roxanne and Trash eating bi bird

anyways h/cs with hopefully no spoilers without understanding of the timeline cuz it’s been a good 7 years since I decided to think about the lore and all I know is “haha dead kids” from fnaf2

personal h/cs - I don’t like the trend of dead childrens possess animatronics so what if they were their own sentience entities instead, meaning everyone below is of my own base of this h/c so brrrrr - None of these guys go off batteries / power, they’re all self-powered and self sustainable, their own wills and needs/wants

ROXANNE - trans, fight me and die if you disagree - Listens to more Rock music than Monty ever has in his lifetime - actually really wants to see what Actual cars can do and not the toy ones in the Pizza Plex - “Monty is such a fucking dumbass don’t listen to him” (instantly listens in on him) - Playfully jabs @ Monty and Freddy - Always tries to be just as flashy and out there to impress the others but they’re fine with just how she is. - hardcore inferiority complex, the others know of this and help them through it when possible. - Listens to Eurobeat / Eurodance in secret. - Sits at the racing game arcade machines in free time. - Lesbian

MONTGOMERY - Gay I C O N - Is the only one who knows Rox’s likes for Eurobeat / Eurodance - Not the smartest but has good intentions i.e giving the sassy child a gun to fend themselves with - Yeah good luck finding out where he gets those weapons - actively swears off stage - Unironically has memorized all of Alfred’s Eggman Lines - The swear jar exists only for Monty and the occasion Roxanne / Chica - Actually prefers J-Rock and Chill Electronic stuff over Rock/Punk Rock/etc... - Is the only one that plays the Dance Dance Revolution Arcade Machine out of the four - Super competitive, like, REALLY competitive. He likes watching the competition. - Sadly the easiest to manipulate, anger issues are something he’s been working on but there’s a blindspot that easily allows him to be controlled :( - Rhythm Game nerd - Yeah he’s FC’ed Soulless 4 Unnerfed, what about it?

FREDDY - Dad. - Not that dad, filthy animal, Family-Dad - A himbo, we all know this by now, huh? - These three are his best friends, and if anything bad were to happen to them he’d shut down emotionally. - Secretly yearns to escape from the Fazbear Company with his friends, he and chica have been there the longest and they want out - Has kept himself sane through all of this hell over the years. Doesn’t know how, but he’s completely mellowed out. - Secretly in love with Montgomery - Scans Monty just to call him “yep, gay” every day. - They never get tired of it. - He lowkey acts as Monty’s therapist and honestly some nights they all have just personal singing sessions, let it all out, guys. - Prefers to listen to Jazz / Pop Rock / J-Rock / Electronic Swing, taking notes from everyone’s interests - He’s slowly learning how to draw from the kids... - Bleed-in memories from the past, was that him, or was it someone else as him? Doesn’t know. - Also Bisexual

CHICA - Has been alongside Freddy since the beginning, also shares that bleed-in memory effect, very confusing - Punk Rock, Rock, Speedmetal, Trance, Jazz--the most unpredictable music genre one of all of them. - Was the one who showed Guitar Hero to Monty. - Bisexual - You realize no one here is straight, right? - The main one there with Coming Out parties - “ GET THIS HET OFF OF ME, FREDDY.” - Get them something that isn’t trash...pls--the FINEST metals and stuff like come on-- - “I miss my wife, Freddy, I’ll be back---” - Also joins Monty on the memorizing the snapcube lines - Genuinely enjoys everything Roxanne does and says

THEY. ADOPT. THE. CHILD.

that’s it, that’s the post.

edit -- oooo secret link, wonder where this goes

#fnaf sb #security breach #you can interact with this post but this is as far as this dumbass is going #Glamrock Freddy #Glamrock Chica #Glamrock Roxanne #Montgomery Gator #there's hopefully no spoilers #sincerely from a person with 0.5% knowledge of fnaf

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arrowjaeger · 3 years ago

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Basic TMNT Headcanons (2012)

because i think we need more tmnt headcanons that aren’t solely revolving around how they would be as a boyfriend…

Leonardo

• he/him

• bi guy in denial

• doesn’t fully understand what LGBTQIA+ is but supports it

• is the oldest of his brothers

• definitely has all the first born traits

• goody-two-shoes, tattletale, annoyingly nice etc.

• has seen every episode of space heroes 37 times

• is maybe a little too protective over his comic book collection

• like he wouldn’t even let his brothers talk about it

• pretends he’s edgier than he is

• is listed as “Fearless” Raph’s phone

• often wrongly deemed as Splinter’s favorite

• listens to one direction

• unknowingly listens to music about gay men and vibes to it not realizing he relates to it

• always makes his bed in the morning

• probably does yoga at 6 am in the dojo

• will only watch sci fi

• plays adventure games like Zelda or Tomb Raider

• makes the best tea

• is mostly vegan

• a poser when it comes to skateboarding

• has separation anxiety

• teachers pet when it comes to learning ninjitsu

• thinks he has the best smile

• probably has dimples

• would rather be cold than hot

• being cold blooded that leads to issues

• relates to Linkin Park’s “What I’ve Done” on a spiritual level

• cannot sing

• like he cannot carry a tune whatsoever

• if the ninja turtles came out with a christmas album, Leo would be stuck playing the triangle

• he’d try to sing backup but Donnie would turn his mic off

Raphael

• he/him

• kinda homophobic but he doesn’t realize it/kinda just internalized homophobia

• second oldest

• is sour that he isn’t the tallest

• secretly likes frank sinatra music

• most protective brother but he’d never admit it

• honestly he’s just a big teddy bear

• is determined to make himself look good in grey sweatpants

• doesn’t know how to play his drum set but likes the vibe it gives his room

• wishes he could learn how to play the guitar but he doesn’t have enough fingers

• is listed as “hulk” in Mikey’s phone

• is probably still learning how to read

• problem child (tm)

• dry scoops protein powder

• always adds 30lbs when he tells you how much he can bench press

• likes action movies as much as he says he likes horror

• he hates horror

• rages when he plays Fortnite or Apex

• he also plays Twisted Metal

• does clap push ups to show off

• has amazing thighs

• surprisingly the best driver out of all of them when he tries

Donatello

• he/they

• baby he’s bi bi bi

• likes April and Casey both but hasn’t realized it yet

• third oldest

• middle child (tm)

• complains about being the middle child but no one hears him cuz he is *cough* the middle child

• has a concerning obsession with star wars

• hopeless romantic

• has like 12,000 date ideas but is too scared of rejection to ask anyone out

• 70% brains, 30% coffee

• corrects others grammar (sometimes he just mutters the corrections under his breath)

• gives the BEST gifts

• super insecure about the way he looks

• hates his hands and wishes they were smaller so he could work on his tech easier

• love language is definitely words of affirmation

• listens to too much dubstep music

• he definitely listens to vocaloid

• read all of the harry potter books in a week

• he is nearsighted and he didn’t even realize people could see things that were so far away-

• wore April’s glasses once and was blown away with how much he could see that he asked if he could keep them

• she let him have them (seeing as she either wears contacts or just accepts the fact that she can’t see) and he popped the lenses out making his own customized spectacles

• he only wears them sometimes but usually has them on him

• wants to wear a bi flag colored mask in june

• is obsessed with hoodies

• is listed as “Donato” in Leo’s phone

• anxiety and depression

• maybe a little ocd

• probably helps tutor kids online

• enjoys Alfred Hitchcock and Twilight Zone

• really doesn’t feel like he has time for games but when he does he sticks to the classics like Tetris or Kablooey

• occasionally plays Overwatch because April plays it

• is basically the therapist of the group

• gives the best advice unless it comes to relationships

• knows all the LGBTQIA+ labels

• if you talk to him about how you are feeling about sexuality or gender he with diagnose you

• memorizes spotify ads

• lip syncs to them whenever they play

Michelangelo

• he/they

• doesn’t use labels but identifies strongly with pansexuality

• go with the flow kinda dude

• doesn’t care about labels

• supportive as fuck-

• youngest out of his brothers

• used to like being called “baby brother” but after being called it for 15 years he started getting sick of it

• *fs 180 ollies into your dms*

• brain empty unless it comes to skateboarding moves, then he knows all the terminology

• probably a pro at Tony Hawk 3 for the PS1

• secretly is an amazing graffiti artist

• has teamed up with Casey to make amazing pieces more than once

• definitely makes tiktoks and everyone just thinks he is a guy in costume or is a cgi creation

• has an insane amount of followers

• is OBSESSED with Jojo Siwa

• would wear high tops if his feet would fit into them

• probably has a JoJo Siwa scooter with matching knee and elbow pads

• has “High Top Shoes” on repeat in his brain 24/7

• ADHD

• is listed as “Baby Bro” in Donnie’s phone and he hates it

• honestly an amazing cook when he tries to be

• laughs at hate comments

• Splinter’s actual favorite

• only watches cartoons or Nickelodeon sit coms

• relates to Cat Valentine

• sucker for minecraft

• he found a cat village and built his house right next to it

• screams whenever he sees a baby zombie

• they run so fast

• gives the best relationship advice

#tmnt headcanons #donatello headcanons #leonardo headcanons #raphael headcanons #michelangelo headcanons #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2k12

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thekillingjoke-haha · 4 years ago

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YOU ARE WERE MINE

Summary: Sacrifices are often made for the ones we love....even if it might hurt.

Parings: Sam Winchester x Male!Reader, Hinted at Male!reader x John Winchester, and Sam Winchester x Unmentioned girls

Warning?: Bi Sam ,Dean still flirting with reader, No jess death for M/n, Reader is a hunter...and never told Sam, Yellow-eyes, mention(hint at) smut

Sam looked up at M/n with a smile he wore a sexy fireman outfit for the bar outing the yellow shirt looked like it was going to rip if the surprisingly taller male flexed a little too much the red suspenders held up loss fitting brown pants and a axe that leaned on the door frame. "Come on Babe dress up a little." He said tightening the suspenders straps.

"You know I don't like Halloween." Sam sighed as his boyfriend came up to him kissing his cheek with a mischievous smirk. "Too bad guess I can't give you your treat." The h/c man growled nipping his ear as he walked out of their shared bedroom. With a fake pout he chased after him. "If I put on a Halloween shirt will it pass?" He said hopefully putting his arms over M/n shoulder causing him to put his hands on his hips. "Hmmm....If I get to pick the shirt." Sam chuckled and nodded. He'll soon regret that.

Luis was loosing his shit laughing at the shit while M/n smiled proudly at what his boyfriend was wearing it was a plain dark gray t-shirt with the words 'Just the tip. I Promise.' And a knife. "This has to be your best work, N/n." Stephan, M/n best friend, said dressed as a cop high fives the awaiting hand.

M/n gave Sammy a small grin and winked causing him to blush slightly. It was time to celebrate with friends Sam's accomplishment he can wait later to celebrate with Sam his own way.

(Time skip past smexy times~might do it later)

M/n woke up in a empty bed to the sound of a fight he quickly got up in only his boxers to see what was wrong. He knew it was human since he had symbols all under wall paper and floor boards. Turning on the lights he sees Sam and a shorter man next to him "Sammy?" He said causing both of them to look over maybe he should have put on pants eyes raked down his form. "Woah. Hi I'm Dean Rapunzel's older brother. You must be his roommate..." The green eyed man bit his lip looking down south of the s/c man before him. "...I just love Scooby-Doo.~" Dean said keeping his gaze on the mystery machine briefs M/n was wearing. Sam quickly got between both of them pushing his brother back. "Dean this N/n my boyfriend" A confused look crossed his face. "Where's Jess you girlfriend?" He asked. "She was my roommate graduated a year ago and M/n moved in."

Dean looked back at M/n the flirtatious smirk back on his face. "You're way out of my brothers league." Sam put a around his boyfriends waist pulling him close. "Why are you here Dean?" There was a pause of silence. "Dad hasn't been home in a few days." The blonde said before it was shot down. "Let me rephrase. Dad's on a hunting trip and hasn't been home in a few days." With that Sam tensed up and looked over to M/n. "I'll be right back." His tone rushed as he peeked him in the cheek and left their shared apartment brother in tow.

Once the sound of their foot steps were heard going down the stairs M/n sighed his hand running through his bed head. "Fucking Winchester’s." He mumbled before going back up stairs going to his old room. M/n went to the closet moving boxes out of the way till he got to the duffel bag he was looking for. A burner phone weighed heavy in his hand as he wandered back to bed. "If he goes I go." He mumbled to himself looking at the mirror on the nightstand. M/n has been off and on with hunting ever since he started dating Sam and he knew who he was the moment his last name left his lips, but he only put on a smile and gave him his first and middle name since L/n were famous in the community.

Sam came back to the apartment and started to pack a bag. "Sam what's going on?" M/n said innocently as he watched more of his boyfriends clothes fill the bag. "Just going to help look for Dad. Probably just went out with a old friend and didn't bother to pick up." Sam zipped up the bag as he threw it over his shoulder. "You know what's Monday right?! You can't just not show up it's your dream on the line, Babe!" M/n stepped forward slowing down the rushed pace. "I know...you're right and I'll be back on Monday." We walked out of the building. "Promise to call me when you get there." The h/c man said hugging the long haired brunette close. "I promise." With a final kiss goodbye M/n waved him off before going inside. Time to jump back into the L/n family business. Pulling out the burner it rung as the first number was dialed. "I don't give a damn of you are the IRS or girl scouts selling fucking cookies it's one am you idjit!" The familiar voice rung out. "Good talking to you to Uncle Bobby." M/n chuckled and the older man's breath caught in his throat. "Well I'll be damned do my ears deceive me or is that little F/n all grown up?"

"Glad you didn't trash this number."

"What are you calling for boy its still 1am?" Bobby asked.

" I need to pick up my truck. I'm going hunting."

~~~~Time Skip~~~~

Sam sat in the motel room trying to call M/n, but he didn't pick up. If only he knew that right at that moment he was beheading a vampire while laughing like a sadistic prick. After cleaning the blood off and burning the barn that held the nest M/n tried calling back when it picked up he heard Sam's distressed voice. "M/n now is not a good time. I'm so cold hold me" A voice spoke over Sam's. "Who the hell was that?!" I heard a loud hissing noise. "Sam!" That's when a shotgun went off, glass shattered, and the lime went dead. M/n stood up and paced un his room it would be late before he got home he'll have to hall ass to get there before Sam.

Going out to the truck he opened the bed lifting the metal cover and false bottom loading the weapons. He had no time to drop it back off. The road was silent till a voice interrupted it. "Hello, handsome. What's the rush?" Almost swerving into a ditch M/n looked over and saw a man with graying blonde hair. Reaching for a weapon the man's eyes flashed yellow gazing at him. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." He snapped causing the h/c make to look straight and push hard into his seat. "You're the little Winchester’s boy toy. Well in two hours he'll be home and dead by the time you arrive." M/n's breath caught in his throat. "Liar. I'm not stupid every hunter has heard what happened to Mary it doesn't take a genius to see they weren't the only one's. You need him alive and well, so why are you hear?" He growled low in his throat as the demon chuckled. "Got me there. You see Sammy boy needs to get back in the life and you being, I don't know, alive is getting in the way." The pressure grew stronger on the restrained man's chest till he almost could feel his lungs squeeze. "But I'm a business man. You work for me you live and maybe see Sam again or die in a blaze and the last thing he sees is your burning corpse. Can't be a protective boyfriend if your dead."

"What will happen to me if I agree?" That's when a sick smile pulled on his lips. "You become a demon. No a demon doesn't possess you! You yourself become one you memories and personality intact. So deal?" He held his hand out to the s/c man as he sighed taking his eyes from the road. "Deal." The demons yellows eyes shined bright as he yanked the young man forward pressing their lips together sealing it. "You are mine." He growled possessively as M/n pulled out his phone and dialed Sam's number. It went to voice mail. "Hey Rapunzel. I want you to know...I love you. Hold on to that, never let that go. You mean the world to me...so once you figure out how to open you voice mail this is waiting for you."

Sam woke up from his nightmare of his burning apartment building. It been almost three years since then and he never gotten over it. It took a year to get to his messages and what M/ n left behind gave him more questions then answers. He couldn't even get into the apartment before the flames erupted. Sam had doubts about M/n in the fire, but after the police report was released only one casualty of M/n Middle/n. Dean tried to tell my it would at some point get better, but the guilt still felt heavy in his chest. Nightmares of M/n in the fire not in pain, but seeming to absorb the flames made him question what really happened. The brothers had a lead on yellow eyes that their dad led them to. It all seemed to convenient that after the fight he knew to much about the demon that pledged his nightmares. The warehouse was falling apart it was in shambles as Dean parked baby next to it. "Are you sure this is the place?" Sam asked his brother. "Dad said this was it. Load up." Dean got out the car popping the trunk. This didn't feel right.

Tied up, beaten, and tortured. The Winchesters look up at their own fathers face with those horrid yellow eyes. "You boys never questioned a thing didn't even hesitate to come inside!" He chuckled darkly as the surrounding demons grinned. "This would have been the part where I laugh at you kill you dragging your sorry souls to hell to be my toys for the next millennium, but I have something better!" Signature Winchester grin lifted his lips as he called out seeming to no one. "Oh, honey bear! Come say hi." The sound of a strong gust of wind came from behind them as the clack of well made dress shoes hit the shifty floor boards. A man wearing black dress pants, shoes, and a open f/c(not black) silk button up. His back was to the brothers as John lifted his head up to kiss the man's cheek. Turning around white eyes looked at them, but that face was unmistakably M/n's a scar on his brow but it was him. Sam was chocked up M/n was in front of him looking well and oh God he's with enemy that took their dad's body as a meat suit.

"Do you like him, Sammy? Hells best torturer!" John said running his hands over M/n as the man kept his gaze locked on the tallest Winchester analyzing him as he seethed with anger at the demon touched his boyfriend. "Oh the things he's done would make Lucifer blush." Yellow-eyes trailed his hand down the scarred chest biting his lip making Sam struggle more. Snapping his fingers the other demons took Dean, but Sam was left there. "You're not useful to me dead Sammy boi." The demon circled him. "What's the best kind of torture, love?" M/n seemed to move for the first time getting right in front of Sam dropping to his knees being face to face with him. Cupping the beaten cheek of the hunter in his s/c hand his white clouded orbs turned the lively e/c giving a sympathetic look before it switched off. "Physiological." Sam didn't notice the room shifted into their old apartment tears pooled in those e/c eyes. "Where were Sammy?" A hiccup in between silent cries ended the sentence as a scene played out of M/n on the phone trying to talk to Sam before it cut off. "I needed you!" A scene of M/n chained to a wall seeing figures of his past hurt him till he gave in. "You were mine. And you threw it all away, threw me away like garbage!" The images went to Sam being with girls, but he could see familiar h/c hair in the background.

Tears rolled down Sam's face as white eyes filled his vision the eyes he loved fading away. What felt like hours happened in only a few seconds and within those seconds Sam was broken. He buried his face into the palm still cupping his cheek. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!' Sam would do anything for his M/n back even if it meant killing the monster his father has become. A gentle kiss stopped the trail of tears. "You are mine."

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A/N: Quote= I love you. Hold on to that, never let that go. -The Vampire Diaries

Tagged: @spnquotebingo

First male reader it was fun.

#spnquotebingo #sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester x male!reader #winchester #male!reader #supernatural x male reader #dean winchester #john winchester #yellow eyes #spn #demons #demon!reader #hunter!reader

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bihansthot · 3 years ago

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Happy New Year!

So, I wrote this two years ago and despite my best efforts, it has never, ever shown up in the tags, due to personal stuff going on in my life I just don't have the motivation to write new New Year headcanons. So, I figured since it's never been in the tags most of you haven't seen it, so here's to hoping it will show up in the tags this year. Wishing everyone celebrating a very joyous and prosperous New Year!

So, it’s the year of the Rat Tiger! I’m a rat and you know who else is? That’s right! Bi-Han! Canonically he should be 62 (this coming Dec.), if you know he had been alive and aged properly, which means he would have been born in 1960, which is also a rat year! This makes us aggressive, charming, and self-centered, though I’ve gotta say that sounds a lot more like Polar Bear than me. lol It also just so happens that both of us being rats makes us a very good match for each other. 🥰 Rats primary season is Winter and our lucky colors are blue (like his uniform) and white (like snow/ice!), unlucky is yellow (lookin’ at you Hanzo...), you nailed that one Boon!

Bi-Han: Metal Rat, 1960

Bi-Han isn’t just a rat, he’s specifically a metal rat which makes him exceptionally charming, extremely strong-willed, egotistical, confident, and possessive. For a fun comparison, I’m a wood rat which makes me have a great sense of humor, honest, impatient, obedient, and have no self-confidence, which uh freakin’ nailed this one for both of us Chinese Zodiac. Rats also aren’t romantic but are extremely loving, loyal, and protective of their friends and loved ones. Metal rats need challenge and excitement - they love to live dangerously (cough thief cough assassin cough). Like Bi-Han, they tend to be extremely charming and have lots of suitors. AKA they tend to be playboys/fuckbois as I tend to write Bi-Han, and they don’t fall in love easily. They also need a lot of variety when it comes to being intimate, so you’ll need to get creative with keeping Bi-Han on his toes if you want to hang on to him long-term.

Kuai Liang: Water Rabbit, 1963

Kuai is PROBABLY a Rabbit?? It’s hard to guess with him though because we don’t know how many years older Bi-Han is. Rabbit would be appropriate for Kuai though as they’re kind and gentle on the outside but strong and courageous on the inside. Water Rabbits, which is what Kuai would be, are also quiet and withdrawn but always civilized and polite, even to their enemies (tea with Hanzo much?). They also hate pointless fights and are highly adaptive. White (like snow) and yellow (Hanzo 😒) are a rabbit’s lucky colors. They also tend to be charming, well-spoken, and true gentlemen; water rabbits only have eyes for their s/o and won’t even give others the time of day. So, there’s nothing much special you have to do to keep Kuai Liang happily wrapped around your finger.

So, while we don’t know 100% that these are the years for sure for the brothers, the traits match up pretty damn well, so I’ll call it canon in Sol Land. This means my estimate of Bi-Han being 2-3 years older seems pretty plausible but depending on their actual birth dates it’s probably closer to 3 years. It also means both happen to fall into the two h0rniest signs 😏, both rats and rabbits tend to be insatiable, but rats are greedy, and rabbits are givers. If you’re with Bi-Han you hopefully like giving head (🙋‍♀️🙋‍♀️🙋‍♀️) and if you’re with Kuai look forward to receiving it, don’t worry though Bi-Han will never not return the favor, many, many times over.

So, let’s see how the brothers spend the New Year Holiday, shall we?

Side Note: I’m a dinosaur that speaks English and Japanese, I don’t know Chinese, if any of the characters or anglicizing is incorrect I am SO sorry, I tried my best! Hope you guys enjoy it!

FOOD:

Feasting is a really important part of the New Year’s celebrations, it’s a time for friends and family to reconnect and share the prosperity that will come with the new year. The main feast is held on New Year’s Eve (the 1st of February this year) and it kicks off the 15-day holiday.

When it comes to New Year’s foods Bi-Han and Kuai Liang are pretty different, both brothers will eat next to anything, being raised most of their lives in the Lin Kuei meant you ate what was provided or not at all. So, they aren’t picky eaters but what they will eat and what they like to eat are two totally different things. Kuai is a very conscious, my body is a temple-type eater and Bi-Han is a my metabolism and insane training regimen will take care of whatever garbage I eat type eater.

Main Dishes:

Kuai Liang prefers lighter fish-based dishes particularly 清蒸魚 Qīngzhēng yú, steamed fish piled high with ginger and scallions that have been doused in hot oil and soy sauce.

Bi-Han will absolutely wreck pork and duck-based dishes, he is really fond of 芋頭扣肉 Hakka Kau Yuk (braised pork belly with taro) but he only eats the pork slices. He casually sneaks and/or forcefully feeds Kuai and Tomas the taro slices, Bi-Han is not spending the New Year wasting precious stomach space on starches.

They both tend to nibble off of each other’s plate though and will often just heap several plates full of their favorite and slip out into the cold snowy evening. They’d rather be outdoors than cooped up in the stuffy mess hall, of course, Tomas joins them.

The three will drink way too much 白酒 baijiu (Chinese whiskey), Bi-Han is an even more egotistical look at how great I am and what I can do (and thus “the freeze and flex” is born) drunk, Kuai is an excited, super talkative, you’re the best thing ever drunk and Tomas is an I love everyone but will make sure everyone is having a good time drunk. Bi-Han holds his liquor best, but they’re all a hot mess by the time they’re done, he’s always the one that ends up having to scoop Kuai and Tomas up, tucking them under his arms and carrying them to bed.

Dumplings/ 餃子 (Jiaozi):

Both brothers LOVE dumplings, which I know I’ve talked about before, but like seriously these two would be more than happy spending their lives stuffing their cheeks full of dumplings. Kuai Liang’s favorites are juicy 韭菜餃子 Jiǔcài jiaozi (pork and chive dumplings) that their Mom, and later Bi-Han, would make for him anytime he was feeling down.

Bi-Han is a little more traveled than Kuai is, his missions for the Lin Kuei gives him broader access to so many regional specialties China has to offer. So, his favorite is a toss-up between a 小笼包 xiaolongbao (delicious melt in your mouth soup-filled pork dumplings) or 蝦餃 har gow (delicate little pillows of shrimp wrapped in a slightly sticky, nearly transparent skin). Vinegar is a must-have for him with either though, black vinegar and ginger for the xiaolongbao and a chili vinegar for the har gow. Treat Bi-Han to a meal of either and you will literally get to witness the most wonderful sound on the planet, Bi-Han actually purring with delight.

They also both love dumpling-like foods, so 包子 baozi (buns) are probably their favorite snack food they eat when they sneak down into the village or when Bi-Han’s out on a mission. 叉烧包 Char Siu Bao and 叉烧包 Gua Bao are their favorite and despite Kuai preference for sweeter things than his brother in most cases, he actually likes Gua Bao’s better where Bi-Han is a Char Siu Bao man.

Gua Bao’s are pretty new to the ancient village at the base of the Lin Kuei, it was actually their Grandfather who fell in love with them on a mission and asked one of the vendors if he could make them.

On very rare occasions if the brothers passed a training milestone, he’d take the boys into the village and the three would eat Gua Bao together. Kuai has a sentimental appreciation for the snack and views it as a happy memory, it’s different for Bi-Han. Bi-Han has always had the burden of being the older brother, his grandfather’s successor.

While their Grandfather was still Grandmaster it was all subtle praise and treatment pretty close to what a normal grandparent would have for their grandchild for Kuai and constant berating for Bi-Han. Bi-Han had to work harder, had to be colder, more ferocious, show no remorse, no mercy, forbidden from showing emotion, he HAD to be worthy of the mantle of Sub-Zero. This was something his Grandfather was more than happy to remind him of constantly. So, as much as Polar Bear loves pork belly, he’d much rather have the sweet, fatty, succulent barbecued pork wrapped in a fluffy, lighter than a cloud bread of a Char Siu Bao that doesn’t come with bitter mustard greens or bitter memories.

Sweets:

I’ve mentioned before how much Kuai likes 年糕 Nian Gao cakes, but it’s not just because he loves the sweet taste and chewy texture. They were always his favorite as a kid because they represent prosperity and promotion.

Kuai Liang spent his entire youth looking up to and trying to catch up to Bi-Han he always made sure to stuff himself on the sweet cakes. While sweets are not usually a luxury he allows on his ultra-strict diet, he loves sweets and will make an exception every year for the sticky sweet rice cakes.

Bi-Han isn’t really big on sweets, he prefers salty, fatty, spicy, sour flavors, but he’ll snack on a few 煎堆 jiān duī (sesame balls) during the holiday season. He likes the crispy fried outside and the soft chewy texture inside. Typically they are made with red bean paste, but Bi-Han prefers the ones filled with black sesame paste, it’s nuttier and richer.

Celebration:

Food is a big part of Lunar New Year, but that’s not all there is to it. Kuai doesn’t really remember it, but Bi-Han will tell him how their mother used to take them into town every year to see the Lion Dance.

It was always a huge spectacle that really stuck with Bi-Han, watching the performers in the heavy lion costume dancing and leaping up higher and higher trying to reach the prize money wrapped in a red envelope hidden under big leaves of lettuce.

Even as a kid he thought it was stupid to offer a lion lettuce, but he still loved the excitement and acrobatics of the dance and the crowd’s energy and enthusiasm. Bi-Han was always tall even as a kid, so he’d pull Kuai on his shoulder so he could see too. He still teases Kuai about the time he cried so hard he almost wet himself when the lion got too close. Of course, it had nothing to do with Bi-Han telling Kuai he was going to let the lion eat him, that would teach Kuai to eat the last dumpling.

As adults, they’ll still usually sneak down to the village to watch the dragon dance, but Bi-Han being the perpetual show off he is will easily reach the envelope before the dancer can come close. He’ll grin and play to the crowd, teasing the lion before eventually, he’ll let the lion “eat” it as he pats its head.

Cleaning & Decorating:

Neither brother is overly fond of New Year’s cleaning, but the stark and simple life they lead in the Lin Kuei makes the task pretty simple. Kuai behaves like a mature adult and wipes, sweeps, and scrubs down everything while Bi-Han grumps and grumbles and half-asses it, but eventually gets the task done.

Bi-Han surprisingly really likes decorating for the holiday, it’s another memory he has of his Mother. He can remember the two of them when Kuai could barely even walk putting up the red and gold decorations, his mother smiling at him warmly “let’s make sure we do a good job so your little brother can enjoy it too ok?”.

He still goes all out on the decorations, but he’s never told Kuai it’s because their Mom was always so eager to make sure both of her boys enjoyed it or that he does it to honor their Mother’s memory.

The closest he came was the year after Kuai Liang was finally forced to make his first kill, he was understandably still upset and shaken from the events. He snapped at Bi-Han when his brother asked him to help put up lanterns and red and gold banners, “Who cares brother! It’s just a bunch of stupid paper! There’s no point!”

“It’s what Mom would have wanted,” Bi-Han muttered sullenly, turning away from his younger brother to tack the banner over the door. Kuai Liang still isn’t sure what exactly Bi-Han meant by that, but he’s never protested the decorations since.

Firecrackers:

They are both a menace with firecrackers, they will spend the whole season setting them off all over the Lin Kuei complex.

Yes, Bi-Han will light them and shove them down Sektor’s shirt, laughing the entire time. Kuai is so much worse than Bi-Han is when it comes to firecrackers, he can’t even count how many times he’s been yelled at or hit for throwing them at instructors during lessons. It of course has nothing to do with Tomas and Cyrax daring him to do it.

Bi-Han yells at Kuai after the instructors are done, not for setting off the firecrackers, he encourages that, he yells at his little brother for getting caught. Good Lin Kuei never get caught, and if they do, they lie, which is what Bi-Han does. He’s so damn charismatic and convincing he manages to trick the Grandmaster into believing that his own son, Sektor; was stupid and clumsy enough to get the firecrackers caught in his own shirt. “Sorry your son’s such a failure Grandmaster, but hey at least you have me,” he shrugs while chuckling. It works, every time.

The New Year celebration is about the only time of year that the Lin Kuei eases upon their severity, so it’s always a happy festive time of year for both brothers. Even if they do usually spend the first few days with terrible stomach aches and hangovers (looking at you Polar Bear 😒).

Don’t worry if you’re not familiar with Lunar New Year customs or traditions, both brothers would be more than happy to teach their s/o about it and would love to spend it with them making their own new memories together. Both would be completely smitten though if their s/o took the time to surprise them by learning how to cook one of their favorite dishes though.

Kuai isn’t a very good cook but he’s really determined to share his traditions with you so, the two of you can expect to spend your New Year’s quietly at home trying to make dinner together.

With Bi-Han you can expect a festive evening in town watching the performers, uh oh that lion looks so big and scary, better wrap your arms around Bi-Han’s big, strong biceps and let him protect you. 😉

#bi han #mortal kombat #sub zero #kuai liang #sub zero bros #og sub zero #noob saibot #mk #mk headcanons #mortal kombat headcanons

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Tpu request!! Anything with Bardic Inspiration is just *chefs kiss* cuz i love them so much,, but hear me out- BI somehow gets teleported (or smth) from the past into like,, not exactly the present but just before the finale. I just love past characters meeting their present self okay. No pressure tho!!

Cato sits on the couch, watching as Gemini and Virtue fight each other in some game on the TV.

"I am going to kick your ass!" Gemini growls, furiously mashing the buttons on her controller.

"You sure can try." Virtue hums, calmly moving their character out of the way of each attack.

Gemini's character almost jumps off the edge on accident, just as Bug and Airael walk in with snacks.

Airael takes a bag of gummy bears from the pile and sits next to his girlfriend. "You good?"

Gemini tries to kill Virtue again, and fails. "Give me a gummy."

"As you wish."

One of Gemini's spells hits Virtue's character. "HA! I got yo- woah."

Virtue pauses. They look at Gemini, who's holding her chest, then lurches forward and does the same thing.

Cato can feel their heartrates pick up, and watches as it happens to Airael and Bug. Then, something seems to wrap around the inside of their ribs, and pulls.

"Guys?" Is all Cato is able to ask before there's a blue flash of light, and the living room is empty.

The group falls on top of a table covered in papers. It must be late out, because the windows outside are darkened and there's nobody in the room. Nobody, that is, except for a lanky kid with an eyepatch.

They stare at each other, in the dark, endlessly. Taking in everything they can. The kid is wearing a large coat and looks almost exhausted, in the way teenagers do. Then, suddenly, he disappears. Like he wasn't there in the first place.

Virtue is the first to speak. "Who the fuck was that?"

Bug is the second. "I have no clue."

The third is the sound of footsteps clanging on metal, a door opening, and light coming into the dark room.

The kid appears out of the doorway. Then, a person with bright green hair and neon yellow eyes. And then . . .

And then it's Virtue. But it's not Virtue, because Virtue doesn't look like the weight of the world is on their shoulders, and their hair is shorter.

"Look!" The kid gestures to the group, his voice cracking slightly. "Why would I lie about them?"

Not-Virtue is looking at the group, and then to the neon green haired person, and over again. "Electrode." They say, and that definitely sounds like Virtue's voice, but it can't be. "I don't remember this."

Green hair, Electrode, stares right at Cato with nothing but anguish and fear. "Yeah." Comes Cato's voice, right out of Electrode's mouth. "I don't either."

Cato learns that the kid's name is Nightmare, which . . . the other one's name was Electrode so that must be a thing. They learn that they're in a warehouse owned by Electrode, who must be some higher up who just happens to sound like Cato.

Currently the band is in what is called the 'caffeine room'. It's a room with over 15 coffee dispensers, and everyone has a mug in their hands.

"So." Nightmare sits on the table in front of everyone else. "How did you get here?"

"We were playing a game." Virtue says. "I was winning-" Gemini sticks out her tongue and Virtue returns the favor. "I was winning when Gem hit me with a spell. Something tugged at our chests, there was blue light and then we were here. I guess."

There's some strange look on Nightmare's face, almost wistful, in a detached way. That's when Cato realizes something.

"Wait, when I say Bardic Inspiration, what do you think of?"

Nightmare's face closes off almost instantaneously, the small gleam in his eyes gone and his face blank. "I don't know if I am allowed to say."

"Why?"

Nightmare turns slowly to Cato, eyes flicking up and down. The memory of their voice coming out of Electrode's mouth still weighs on them.

"I don't know if I'm allowed to say."

There's footsteps, and Nightmare looks at the entrance with a flicker of confusion. Not-Virtue appears from around the corner.

"Are they okay?" Nightmare asks.

"They're in the lab." Not-Virtue responds.

There's a moment of silence that fills the room as Not-Virtue and Nightmare watch each other. The lights flicker, and Nightmare disappears. The band turns and looks at Not-Virtue, who in turn looks at them.

They close their eyes, take a deep breath in, and slowly let it out. Their eyes open, and they stare directly at Bug. "Look. I am going to be as transparent about this as I can be without getting into Electrode's space."

"What's up with Electrode?" Gemini asks, putting her face into her hands. "Wait not like that. I meant, who the fuck lives in a warehouse this big in fucking New York, with at least three people?"

Not-Virtue's eyes move towards Gemini, staring at her with a near violent intensity. "You aren't prepared for that answer." They look back at Bug. "As I was saying, you all are from the past, as well as a different timeline than this one. Not too different until about an hour ago, but still different."

"How do you know that?" Bug stands up and crosses its arms. "What do you know that makes you so skittish around us?"

Virtue stands a little taller, and their shoulders roll back ever so slightly. "You know, having one of the people who works for you appear inside of your room yelling about people coming back from the dead in a flash of light is worrisome. Especially since their death fundamentally changed the course of history."

Cato's going to be sick.

"At least, three people back from the dead." They look at Virtue. "I never introduced myself. Hi, I'm Virtue, ex-manager of popular cover band Bardic Inspiration."

Cato misses how Virtue's eyes go over everyone but them.

"It's so nice to see you all again."

Electrode isn't panicking. No, they're not. They're not thinking about rotting corpses and mutilated bodies and blood and organs and screaming and-

No. Not thinking about it. They're not thinking about it.

Someone is behind them.

They spin around and see Nightmare at the entrance, watching, as he usually does.

"I know that this is hard for you." He starts, and oh what a way to start. "But, hear me out, there's a baby you in there. Who has no clue that you invented anti-gravity boots."

Okay yeah they're actually not thinking about it anymore. They have boots to put on.

Virtue . . . should stop hanging around Electrode so much. Or maybe more because seeing everyone devolve at that bombshell was actually funny. Or, well, it was until Electrode came flying in on their boots.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Airael yells as Electrode's boots power off. "I'm done! I'm done. There's only so much I can fucking take. Can I go to bed? I'd like to go to bed."

"There's a couch in the hallway to the lef- and he's gone okay." Electrode watches as Airael stands up and leaves, not that anyone blames him he deals with all of their shit. Then, they look at Cato. "Y'know, I was planning on having several mental breakdowns just now, seeing as how I was the one to see your corpses, but then Nightmare reminded me of something."

Bug moves to stand in front of Virtue and Cato. "What is it?"

"Oh, nothing too important. Just that if you guys never came here, Cato there would invent anti-gravity technology."

Cato furrows their brow. "Wait, what?"

"You invent anti-gravity?"

"That's . . . that's a thing here?"

"Only for me, yeah." Electrode grins. "Plus a lot of other things. I've Rickrolled national television at least four different times."

Oh fuck. Cato thinks. They're me.

"Hey, what's with the look?" Electrode frowns, moving past Bug and standing next to Cato. "Sure, I'm horrifically traumatized and violent with a history of robbing banks, and am in charge of every villain known to man. But consider-"

"Consider what?" Gemini snarls, standing up and trembling with anger. "Get away from Cato or I'll make you."

Electrode ignores her, Virtue blends into the shadows and disappears from view. "Consider this: I've spent the last eightish years being able to invent whatever the fuck I wanted. Using the money of rich people. Also I know the future. Mostly."

Gemini starts to move to get Cato away, and Electrode's head snaps to look at her. "They don't know but I do so tell him now or go to bed with your girlfriend."

Gemini looks at Cato, mouths an 'I'm sorry', and leaves.

Bug turns around suddenly, pointing a finger at Electrode. "What just happened?"

Electrode sighs. "One moment." They look at Cato. "Y'know, you could use your Power for something other than controlling peoples bodies and nerves. Like inventing, or being a human battery, or something I dunno. And that law degree. Start changing the world."

Electrode turns to Bug. "So, turns out V is the only Unpowered one in BI. But also is the most important person in this timeline on my side so honestly who's the most powerful one?"

"Still you." Virtue (second Virtue?) appears behind Bug, who yelps and moves to leave their vicinity. "And your very intelligent plans."

"Only put together by you."

"Not really."

"Let me compliment you!"

ending here bc i could go on forever with this prompt but GOD i fucking love my idionts <333

#the powered universe #bardic inspiration #electrode character #virtue character #gemini character #cato character #bug character #airael character #p bangs the keys #original writing #original work

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Commentary on Peace Walker’s lionization of Che Guevara

Well, guys, as I promised earlier, I’m going to do coverage on a particularly infamous aspect of Metal Gear Solid: Peace Walker, and quite frankly if you ask me, one of its worst elements. Sorry for the delay, didn’t realize that Peace Walker was actually released on April 29 in Japan and not the 30th. I’m basically going to cover the game’s lionization of Che Guevara in the various briefing files, and in particular Big Boss and Kazuhira Miller’s lionizing of that monster. For a bit of background, Peace Walker was the second canon PSP entry into the Metal Gear series, after Portable Ops (yes, Portable Ops is in fact canon, and if you ask me was a superior game to Peace Walker in terms of story and characterizations at least, but I digress…). The game has some controversial elements, namely it being very overtly anti-American even by its usual standards, not to mention pushing left-wing values to a far greater degree. One of these values is in the blatant promotion of Che Guevara in the briefing files (in the main story itself, ie, strictly going by the actual missions you undergo, the Che love was at least limited to the Sandinistas and to Vladimir Zadornov, with it being left ambiguous as to whether Snake and Miller actually were fond of him, and while you could argue that the Sandinistas’ sympathetic portrayal could point toward a promotion, Zadornov’s promotion was definitely meant to be a negative since he was planning on having Big Boss reenact Che’s well deserved execution after successfully changing Peace Walker’s target to Cuba in a disinformation op. The Briefing Files, however, aside from obviously Amanda and Chico, members of the Sandinistas, they also had Big Boss and Miller singing praises for that jerk.).

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My commentary is on how Big Boss and Miller’s promotion of the guy was a complete and total betrayal of their characters, and also a betrayal of the explicit themes of the game, and also how it’s just one sign of Kojima just being a hack writer, not to mention was extremely poorly done even if we were to assume Kojima intended for Big Boss and Miller to be seen as the villains.

Out of character

For the first part, I’ll cover how the gushing for Che Guevara was completely out of character for Big Boss, and especially for Kazuhira Miller, aka, Master Miller from MG2 and MGS, not just going by past entries, but even when taking into account Peace Walker itself and any supplementary materials. I’ll give separate sections for the two of them, since it’s going to be lengthy.

Big Boss

For Big Boss, I’ll acknowledge that he was meant to be the main villain in the MSX2 games, or at least the main antagonist. However, his singing praises for Che Guevara even knowing that tidbit still didn’t make any sense at all, for a variety of reasons. First off, the games, namely Metal Gear Solid 2, strongly implied that Big Boss adhered to a more, for lack of a better term, right wing outlook. For starters, the New York Mirror review for Nastasha Romanenko’s book gave brief coverage on the official reports of what went down on Shadow Moses. In particular, as you can see with the screencaps down below, they specifically called the Sons of Big Boss a “radical right-wing group”, and the group itself for all intents and purposes, was modeled after Big Boss (even Liquid, despite hating his father, nevertheless was influenced by his ideology).

And then we get into the character Solidus, who unlike Liquid, or even Solid Snake, practically idolized his “father” (I put it in quotes since Solidus is a clone of Big Boss, as are Liquid and Solid), to the extent that he was practically ecstatic that Raiden shot out his eye and made him look even MORE like his dad. Aside from that, as you can see below with these screencaps, he was also depicted as a proto-Tea Party type, heck, a proto-MAGA type even, basically wanting America to return to the way the Founding Fathers envisioned it. There’s definitely no way Solidus would have been the type to sing praises for a scumbag like Che Guevara, knowing that, and considering his idolization of Big Boss, it’s also unlikely Big Boss would have sang praises for that creep either.

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There’s also the fact that in MGS3, he wasn’t fond of Communism at all, and had already interacted with a guy similar to Che in many respects (well, other than maybe in terms of sexuality), Colonel Yevgeny Borisovitch Volgin, as both were renowned sadists, and even directly attempted to cause nuclear war. In fact, even before the torture, Big Boss, more accurately Naked Snake at that time, learned a bit about Volgin’s past, in particular his involvement in Katyn, and presumably Bykivnia and Kurapaty as well due to EVA’s references to similar massacres occurring in Western Belarus and the Ukraine, as you can see below:

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His reaction in that conversation with EVA, in particular Volgin’s personal role in executing those guys, had him downright horrified. Bear in mind that Che Guevara actually DID do several of those things himself, shot innocent and unarmed people, and if anything, unlike Volgin who at least allowed Snake to have weapons on hand to fight him, Che outright dithers when confronted with people using guns, even if they’re his own allies based on his interaction with Jorges Sotus, and to a lesser extent Jesus Carreras. It says a lot when even someone like Volgin, a psychopathic mutant, had more honor than Che Guevara. Plus, in Peace Walker, Big Boss when recalling the Cuban Missile Crisis implied that he blamed that event for his ultimately having to kill The Boss (with Miller even noting it was uncharacteristic of him to get into hypotheticals), as you can see in these screencaps below.

The reason that ties in to Che Guevara is because, believe it or not, Che is the reason why the CMC nearly caused the Cold War to become hot. He and Castro even attempted to launch nukes at the United States, and it actually spooked Khrushchev enough that he had to muzzle Che and agree to end the standoff with the United States via the Turkey Deal (or retrieving Sokolov). Knowing that bit, it’s extremely unlikely Big Boss would have been particularly fond of the guy who essentially set the ground for Operation Snake Eater and his having to kill The Boss. And that’s not even getting into how he tried to stop a nuke being launched not just once in the game, but TWICE, and the second time was a perfect opportunity for him to emulate Che Guevara and succeed where Che failed. When Paz hijacked ZEKE, she revealed that she intended to nuke the Eastern Seaboard and pin the blame on MSF under Cipher’s orders, and yet Big Boss fought her in an attempt to stop her. That definitely wouldn’t have been something Che Guevara would have done, and if anything, he bragged to the London Daily Worker that he WOULD have launched the nukes at America preemptively had they been allowed to remain.

Heck, in Portable Ops and even Peace Walker, or at least the backstory for those games, Big Boss specifically served western interests after Operation Snake Eater. In the former, Big Boss was revealed to have participated in the Mozambique War of Independence, and a comment made by Null, aka, Gray Fox, aka, Frank Jaegar, after being bested the second time around, implied that Big Boss had fought alongside the Portugese during that time (Jaegar at that time was siding with FRELIMO), as you can see from the following screencaps:

And in the tape detailing how he and Miller met (not to mention the extended version included in the Peace and Harmony Blues drama tape that was later included in the Japanese version of Ground Zeroes, specifically chapters 1 and 2), it was mentioned that Kazuhira Miller at the time was a mercenary operating with an implied communist rebel group in Colombia, while Big Boss was clearly siding with the Western-backed government.

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I think the events proper for Peace Walker was the first time Big Boss explicitly sided with Communists (not counting Portable Ops, since it’s implied the Russian soldiers renounced their Communism after being abandoned by the Soviet government), and even there, he did it more out of his own personal motives of getting closure regarding The Boss’s true motives after learning she may have somehow survived Snake Eater than out of any liking of Mena/Zadornov’s objectives.

Besides, Big Boss is former CIA, and grunt or not, he'd still need to have at least some degree of knowledge about Che, namely stuff like how Che tried to commit to the Cuban Missile Crisis and make it a hot war, among other things like his instituting gulags in Cuba. And let's not forget, when Gene in Portable Ops tried to pull a similar stunt, Big Boss was genuinely horrified by what he was planning to do.

Kazuhira Miller

Now we get to Kazuhira Miller, aka, Master McDonnell Benedict Miller. Unlike Big Boss, Miller was consistently up to that point depicted as a good guy (probably the closest he got to engaging in villainy was in MGS1 regarding manipulating Snake into arming REX, and even there, he was dead three days before the events of the game, and that had been Liquid who did so). He was also shown to be a huge Che fanboy, and if anything he was depicted as being an even bigger fanboy than Big Boss himself in that game. And Peace Walker also retconned his origins by revealing he was in fact born in Japan with bi-racial ancestry (Japanese and American Caucasian), as he originally was third-generation Japanese American. He was made clear to have more love for America than his own home country of Japan, and only recognized the meaning of peace when talking to his hospitalized mom. He also was mentioned to have been influenced to get into the mercenary business by Yukio Mishima’s suicide, though he does imply that he wasn’t on the same political spectrum as him. Him singing praises for Che Guevara doesn’t work well at all, especially considering that he repeatedly stressed that they not allow another Cuban Missile Crisis to happen, and going by his comments in these screencaps below (in the same briefing file as Big Boss’s uncharacteristically going into hypotheticals, and if anything happened immediately before then), he was fully aware about how Japan itself was almost nuked again thanks to that event (with the only difference being that the Soviets were more likely to nuke them), as you can see with the following screencaps.

Having him sing praises for Che Guevara, whom as I pointed out earlier actually attempted to launch nukes and jumpstart World War III, comes across as ESPECIALLY distasteful knowing that bit, since it comes across as him basically cheering for the guy who tried to wipe out his fellow Japanese, to say little about the Americans, whom back then, he idolized. It would be the same thing as a Holocaust survivor singing praises for Adolf Hitler after narrowly surviving being killed by him. It also doesn’t match up at all with his characterization in MG2 or even MGS1 (and believe me, Liquid posing as Miller or not, his statements to Snake would have been what Miller himself would have said since Snake didn’t seem suspicious at all about him.), the latter regarding the bit about Meryl after she was captured. Even his not being fond of Japan doesn’t cut it, especially when, ignoring that he put that to the side after his mom was hospitalized, the character Sokolov ALSO wasn’t fond of the Soviet Union at all, risked crossing the iron curtain alongside his family to get away from it, and would have been free as a bird had the CMC not happened, and almost got away again until The Boss interfered. Even THERE, however, he still retained at least some degree of love for Russia itself, as when Gene decided to try to nuke Russia (or at least, that’s what Gene led everyone to believe at the time), he secretly went against Gene and adopted the alias of Ghost to aid Big Boss specifically to prevent a nuke from being launched there, being THAT against harming Russia despite hating the Soviet policies. I would have expected Miller to not be fond of Che Guevara at all for that reason.

Overall

The whole thing also didn’t work since if they were meant to be seen as heroes, it ticks off a whole lot of players who are fully aware of some of the crap Che Guevara caused and know his true nature, and regarding painting them as a villain, the problem is that the story DOESN’T depict them as villains for that. Heck, they don’t even STATE any bad things Che did other than maybe dying, and if anything, the way everyone was talking, you’d think he’d walk on water. If Kojima wanted to depict Big Boss and Miller as villains by having him sing praises for Che, the very least he could have done was make sure to specifically reference Che Guevara’s role in nearly causing the Cold War to go Hot by the time of the Cuban Missile Crisis and his being upset at the nukes being removed.

Apparently, if Kojima’s secretary is of any indication, the reason the Che love was in the game was because Kojima himself tried to force in his socio-political views into the game in blatant disregard for the narrative and characterizations therein, as you can see below with links (screencaps will have to be in an addendum post since, unfortunately, I've hit my limit regarding screencap postings):

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Themes

The Che praise doesn’t work too well with the themes either, since he was not a peaceful man, even called himself the opposite of Christ, and tried to start a nuclear war. It definitely goes against the stated themes of the game, which was peace, not to mention the anti-nuke themes of the overall franchise. Heck, if anything, specifically referencing Che’s attempt at nuking the US and causing Nuclear War, and by extension outright condemning him for it would have worked much better with the themes of anti-nukes, especially considering that they made sure to reference Vasily Arkhipov’s actions during the Cuban Missile Crisis at one point, not to mention referenced both Katyn and the fact that the Turkey silos were already rendered obsolete even before the Turkey Deal made removing them required due to the advent of nuclear subs in Snake Eater earlier. And without the references to that, or any other bad stuff, you’re literally left thinking that he must be a good guy. I’d know because I fell for that myself, especially after getting the game (I didn’t follow the briefing files, but I did follow the cutscenes on YouTube back when it was still in Japan, and I also was baffled as to how people were talking about Big Boss and Miller were Che fanboys since the cutscenes never even pointed in either direction, and if anything, Big Boss nearly being killed by Zadornov would probably point to him NOT liking Che afterwards due to nearly being forced into Che’s fate).

The only thing it did was just have Kojima force in his political and social views, and I’ll be blunt, that kind of crap is something I have distaste in, I hate having propaganda pushed onto me. Ironically, Kojima or at least the Benson books for MGS1 and MGS2, instilled that view onto me. So my anger at Kojima doing that, after learning what Che was truly like in one of the Politically Incorrect Books (either Vietnam War or the 1960s one), is very much personal as well as political and social.

Aftermath

Well, as I said, I did buy into the narrative around the time Peace Walker was released, but then I learned I was being tricked by Kojima after reading the PIG books. I’d argue that event definitely was a watershed event for me. Not only did it have me lose any respect I might have had for Kojima, it also influenced my outlook on life, left me becoming distrustful the second I started picking up how they’re trying to push an agenda instead of, say, actually teaching the material in college. It also may have influenced my later views on Star Wars and Disney’s Beauty and the Beast (specifically, George Luca’s open admission to basing the Ewoks/Rebels on the Vietcong, and especially modeling the Galactic Empire after American soldiers; and Linda Woolverton admitting that she was trying to push a radical feminist agenda in Beauty and the Beast, the same one she tried to push in that awful Maleficent movie. Though I also was becoming disturbed with Belle for reasons other than that bit due to researching the French Revolution, though I will acknowledge Big Boss and Kazuhira Miller’s fanboying of Che Guevara, and in particular their reference to Sartre and his infamously singing praises for Che as “the most complete human being of the century”, certainly worsened my views on Belle, thinking that she may turn out like Sartre and throw her lot with the Jacobins and other groups.). It also left me distrusting of whatever Metal Gear had to say, may have also led to my not liking Chris Redfield after Resident Evil 5, or heck, some of the more anti-American commentary in 5 and other games, and also Dead Rising. It also influenced my decision to become a Dead or Alive fan (especially when before, I wasn’t particularly fond of the game due to the fanservice stuff), and in particular a Tina and Bass fan. May have also influenced my later distaste of Greg Berlanti’s writing of Arrowverse shows, in particular Supergirl starting with Season 2 (though that also had Heroes Redemption as a factor, which predated Peace Walker, thanks to how it changed Claire Bennet).

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Hello hi! I saw that your doing match ups for The quarry. This is my first time asking for a match up so apologies if I'm shit at it

I'm 5ft tall, bi (leaning towards men),she/her, mixed and am British (unfortunately). Been writing and drawing since I was a kid and now have it as my job! I dress in a more grungey/metalhead fashion and always have messy hair lol. I love video games, mainly open world and survival games and im a vinyl and cassette tape collector! Favourite animals are bears, cats, pigs and crocodiles. I have a cat called Elvira. I'm also a really good cook (hopefully) and love cooking soups. My favourite foods are potatos and pineapple. I am a Music freak and mostly listen to music from the 70s to the early 2000s but I know some songs as old as the 30s. My favourite music genres are metal, rock and rap. I may come off as uninterested and cold at first glance but people have told me that once they've gotten to know me, I'm actually a very caring and emotional person.

I have no clue If I've done this right but hopefully I have :) I wonder who you'll match me with

i match you with.. dylan!

he is sooo into your style. it's what draws him to you at first. he asks you about where you got your clothes and how you make your hair look so nice but so messy at the same time. he's fascinated

he loves playing video games with you and he tries to influence you to make bad decisions in them. he thinks your reactions are hilarious whenever something bad happens to a character

he'll buy you vinyls/cassettes that he knows you want and can't find if he sees them. it's just spontaneous and it doesn't have to be for a special occasion. he just does it

he loves when you cook for him. it doesn't matter what it is, it could be the simplest thing to make but he will enjoy it completely

he really loves your music taste and always asks you for recommendations on what he should listen to. he think it's awesome that you listen to music that spans across decades and don't stick to one specific genre

#match ups

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argyle-s · 3 years ago

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Hello,

My name is Molly Bragg. I’m a bi trans gender author who has writing for almost three decades. I’m passionate about creating the kind of content I enjoy, which means stories that center around queer women, I’ve recently completed a original queer genre romance novel and I’m looking for help covering the cost of having it professionally edited.

To give you a preview of what you would be supporting, here’s Chapter 1:

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Beth watched the buildings pass as the air cab carried her over Los Angeles taking in the changes the last ten years had wrought on the city. Most of the low-income areas had been bulldozed, and those areas were now filled with alien arcologies. Massive buildings that stretched kilometers into the sky, each one a city unto itself, and in their shadows, the skyscrapers that had once been incredible achievements of human architecture and engineering. The buildings which had been hubs of human industry and centers of financial empires were now reduced to little more than playhouses for the backwards primitives who had the misfortune to be born natives of the Galactic Hegemony’s latest colony world. If they’d had another century or two things might have been different. Humanity had been advancing quickly. They wouldn’t have been on par with the technology of the Hegemony by any stretch, but they might have been able to dictate better terms. The Gatekeepers hadn’t cared. The gate had drifted into a stable orbit in the outer system, and the Gatekeepers had announced that, like it or not, the Sol system was being added to their vast network of space fold gates. The first ships from the Hegemony had arrived just a month later, and ever since, Earth had been on the road to becoming the galactic equivalent of a banana republic. So far, her job and her savings had let her avoid the worst of what was happening, but unemployment was at a record high as alien automation systems replaced human labor in almost every sector. The company she worked for had shifted gears from research and development to reverse engineering alien tech and had seen a short windfall in profits, but that was starting to vanish as the inevitable inflation drove prices up and the people they had been selling reverse engineered tech could no longer afford it. Beth wasn’t really that worried for herself. She’d been poor before, and however much she might hate the idea she could survive being poor again. What brought her to LA today was Sam. Sam was getting close to graduation, and she had acceptance letters from every college that could afford postage. A 4.0 unweighted GPA, high SAT scores, and a couple of impressive summer internships meant that schools were falling all over themselves to offer her full rides. Ten years ago, that would have all but ensured her a bright future. These days a PhD from Harvard, Yale, or MIT wasn’t worth the cost of paper to print the degree. People still made noise about human exceptionalism and about taking humanity’s place in the larger galactic community, but Beth had spent a lot of time over the last decade studying the history of colonization on Earth, and it never once ended well for the people being colonized.Regardless of what happened to the colonized peoples as a whole, there were always individual exceptions... people who avoided the fate of their brethren. It was her determination to ensure her daughter’s future that brought her to LA today. While billionaires had started buying their kids spots in alien schools the moment they were allowed out of the Sol System, Beth didn’t have that option. She was well off enough that she and Sam weren’t feeling the effects of the colonization yet, but nowhere near rich enough to buy a ticket off-world for Sam, much less pay for an off-world education. Instead, she’d spent years looking into other options. So far, none of her work had paid off, but she hadn’t given up hope. She was headed to a meeting with a broker who helped place kids into programs that offered grants, scholarships and all expenses paid exchange programs. She was going to find a way to offer her daughter a better future than most of Earth’s children could look forward to. No matter what it took. *** “Ms. Murray, it’s so nice to meet you,” the man said as he held out his hand. Beth took it and gave it a quick shake while trying her best not to let on that he reminded her of a used car salesman. She needed his help, and it wouldn’t do to offend him. “Nice to meet you too, Mr. Cooper.” “Please, call me Owen,” he said. “Right this way.” He led her out of the small, brightly decorated waiting room and into a small, neat office. He gestured to a chair in front of his desk as he walked around behind it and took his seat. “So, I just want to make sure we’re on the same page here Ms. Murray. You are looking for an opportunity for your daughter to continue her education off-world, is that correct?” “Yes,” Beth said. “Okay. I just wanted to make sure that we’re both looking for the same outcome. Now, I’ve gone through Samantha’s records. Academically, she’s in great shape, and the extra-curriculars are good too. I’ve been able to find at least twenty different programs that will accept her.” “That’s great,” Beth said, though she didn’t believe it. She’d heard the exact same thing from more than a dozen other brokers, and she suspected she wasn’t going to hear anything new. “What are the terms?” “It varies from program to program. All of them require a period of indenture, but some are as low as eight years.” Beth tried to hide her disappointment. She wanted to give her daughter a better future, not sell her into virtual slavery for almost a decade. “Owen, I’m looking for a program without any period of indenture. I know they exist, but you’re the fifteenth broker I’ve talked to and none of them have offered even an application to an indenture free program.” “They do exist, but Ms. Murray, you must understand. There are a lot of people who want their children to receive an off-world education, and slots which don’t require a period of indentured service are in especially high demand.” “I understand that, but I haven’t gotten high demand, I’ve gotten completely unavailable. I’d like to know why no one will even consider letting her apply.” Owen looked at her for almost a minute, not saying anything, before he finally leaned back in his chair and let out a weary sigh. “Honestly, Ms. Murray?” “Please.” “Those slots go to the kids of billionaires, presidents, CEO’s, ambassadors, kings and other high level government types. Each year, a handful will go to some poor kids from the ghetto so that they can parade them around as part of a puff piece about how generous the aliens are, but that’s just window dressing. The truth is, your daughter is neither rich enough, nor poor enough to ever get one of those slots.” Beth had to bite her tongue to keep from swearing. She wasn’t surprised at all, but she was angry and frustrated. She’d half suspected something like that was going on, but hearing it spelled out so clearly was still enough to make her blood boil. “Isn’t there anything, any way that I can get her off-world without selling her into slavery?” “Ms. Murray, Indentured Service is hardly slavery.” “It’s close enough.” Owen stared at her for a moment, and then shook his head. “What?” “It’s nothing.” “It’s something,” she said. “Please.” He sighed. “It’s not something I would normally offer to someone of your background.” “What does that mean?” “It means that some aliens have cultural practices that people of Western European descent find unpalatable, while those from other cultures would find those practices perfectly normal.” “I’m not sure I follow.” “Ms. Murray, you are aware that, much to the surprise of every biologist on the planet, there are a number of species with whom humanity shares a degree of reproductive compatibility?” “I am,” she said. “Well, there is a species called the Sionnach. They’re native to a planet called Talamh in the Grian system, and they bear a rather striking resemblance to humans. There are differences of course, but the basic morphology is the same. The reason I bring this up is that about eighty years ago, Talamh suffered an environmental catastrophe that wiped out nearly ninety-five percent of their population in the span of a few weeks. Because of their reproductive practices prior to the incident, the Sionnach found themselves facing a sort of genetic bottleneck, and they decided that the best way to alleviate this was to seek an outside infusion of genetic material.” “They’re looking for breeding stock,” Beth said. “Yes.” “You can’t be serious.” “And this is why I don’t offer this option to white people,” Owen said. “Ms. Murray, I’m not suggesting you sell your daughter off as some kind of brood mare. The Sionnach take selection of their mates very, very seriously. They gather applications from a number of candidates, and the Sionnach in question reviews them, and selects the ones they like. Then, their family reviews their choices, and select a candidate. The candidate is then brought to the house of their prospective spouse, and they spend a period of time together. Roughly five hours. During that time they talk, get to know each other, and decide if they want to proceed. If both parties agree, they enter a five year engagement. During those five years, the candidate is treated as a member of the house. They are given a stipend, they’re educated, they’re housed, fed, provided with medical care, and they undergo medical procedures which allow them to survive on Talamh without special equipment.” “What sort of medical procedures?” “Talamh is a high gravity world with a higher-than-normal concentration of heavy metals in the environment. Your daughter would need procedures to be able to stand up to the local gravity, and to be able to filter out metals she would not normally be able to purge from her system. She would also undergo a type of gene therapy which would make her more resistant to radiation and give her the ability to see parts of the infrared spectrum and hear sounds normally outside of the range of human hearing.” “That sounds dangerous.” “The Sionnach are one of the founding species of the Hegemony. Their technology is thousands of years more advanced than ours, and they’ve been doing these procedures since before humans built their first cities.” Beth shook her head. “An arranged marriage… I don’t know.” “If I’m honest, it’s a long shot. You would have to take your daughter for a screening. She’d have to pass the screening for any sort of genetic issues that would eliminate her, then she would have to be selected by one of the Sionnach. If that happens, you and your family would have to travel to Talamh at the expense of the Sionnach house that selected her, and your daughter would have to get through the initial interview. But if she does, she would get the education you want for her.” “And what happens at the end of the five years if she decides she doesn’t want to marry the person who selected her.” “Then she’s free to walk away. She’d be given a small amount of money, and passage to anywhere within the Hegemony, but she’d be free to do what she wants.” “No indenture? No repayment of expenses?” Beth asked. “No,” Owen said. “But again, it’s a long shot, and I take my normal fee just to put you through the application process, whether she gets selected or not.” “How many humans get selected?” Beth asked. “She’d be the first,” Owen said. “What’s your fee?” Beth asked. “Five hundred Hegemony credits.” Beth winced. Given current exchange rates, that was almost ten thousand dollars. “How quickly would we know?” Beth asked. Owen turned and woke up his computer. She watched as he pulled up a page and scrolled through before clicking on a link. “There’s only one family looking right now. Applications are due by the end of next week. You’d know in a month, tops.” Beth thought about it for a moment. It was a longshot, and she wasn’t entirely sure it was a good idea, but it was better than an indenture, so she reached for her credit card. *** Sam looked up from her homework at the sound of a light knock on her bedroom door. The door was wide open, and her mother was standing there looking at her. Sam couldn’t quite place the expression on her face but given the appointment she had earlier, Sam didn’t have any doubt about what it meant. “No luck, huh?” she asked, trying not to let the relief she felt creep into her voice. She knew an off-world education would open a lot of doors for her and give her opportunities that she wouldn’t have otherwise, and she really did want to go off-world, travel in space and see other planets someday, but the idea of living on another planet for four or more years was both frightening and overwhelming. “Not much,” her mom said. “He did have one program you could apply for that doesn’t include an indenture period. I emailed you the link to the application. I need you to fill it out today, because I made an appointment for tomorrow for you to go for the physical and psych scan that’s required.” “Tomorrow? Mom, tomorrow’s Jenny’s birthday party.” “I know, sweetie, and I’m sorry. I know you were looking forward to the party, but you might have to miss it. I’ve already got us portal tokens, and tomorrow is the only day we can go before the deadline without you missing school. I made the appointment for as early as I could, so you should get home in time to go.” Sam wanted to argue, but she already knew it was useless. She hadn’t missed a day of school since halfway through the eighth grade, and she knew her mom wasn’t going to let her start less than a month before graduation. She also knew her mom wasn’t going to let her pass up a chance at an off-world scholarship just to go to a birthday party. Even if the birthday girl was her best friend who she’d been crushing on since Kindergarten. Of course, her mom didn’t exactly know that last part because she hadn’t told her she liked girls. She’d considered telling her a few times, but she’d always changed her mind at the last minute, because if her mom knew she liked girls, she might decide that Jenny was a distraction that Sam didn’t need in her life and that wasn’t a battle she wanted to fight. “Fine,” she said, reaching for her laptop. “I’ll do the application now.” “Thank you. And Sam, I love you.” “I love you too, mom,” she said. Her mom left and Sam opened up the email link, which took her to a form that asked her for an invite code. She checked the email and sure enough, there was a code for her. She copied it and pasted it into the form, and when she did, it took her to the next page, and a lot of the information was prepopulated, including her latest ID card photo, name and age, along with her school transcripts and medical records. The stuff that was left for her to fill out read more like a dating profile than a college application. The first section was hobbies and interests and activities. She thought about it for a minute and decided to just be honest instead of going through all the BS she usually did for the college apps. She put down soccer, swimming, surfing, electronics, robotics, reading, martial arts, camping and motocross. She attached pictures of herself in her soccer uniform, along with a couple of video clips from some of the team’s games, then she added a few videos of her swim meets, and a couple of pictures and some videos of her surfing. She pulled up her YouTube folder and attached a few build videos for some of her robotics projects, along with the parts lists, schematics, models for the 3D printed parts, and the source code for the micro-controllers she’d written. She added a picture of her holding two trophies from a local Karate tournament where she’d placed second in sparring, and third in bo staff, and added a few videos of her matches. She also added a few pictures from her camping trips and a picture of her sitting on a dirt bike, along with a video Jenny had taken of her running one of the beginner courses, then pulled up her ebook library and dumped the list of all her books, listed her favorite movies and attached all her playlists from her music library. The next section was a little weird. It asked about what sort of foods she liked, so she gave a list. Then is asked whether she enjoyed various activities. Most of them were fairly common things. Theater, music, art. A couple she had to check the cultural database link. She was surprised and excited when she found out that whoever was sponsoring this program apparently considered dragon racing important enough to put on the questionnaire. All in all, she spent about two hours filling out the application, and once she was done, she hit submit, and then pulled out her cell phone and opened up her text messages with Jenny. Sam: ‘Bad news. I might miss your party.’ Jenny: ‘What?!!!’ Sam: ‘Mom’s dragging me to New York in the morning for a physical and a psych scan for a scholarship.’ Jenny: ‘She’s still on that off-world college kick?’ Sam: ‘Yeah.’ Jenny: ‘Girl, you don’t want to go to college with ET’s’ Sam: ‘I’ve got to get accepted before I have to worry about it.’ Jenny: ‘Come by my place when you’re done. Even if you miss the party, I want to see you.’ Sam: ‘Will do. See you tomorrow.’ Jenny; ‘Night.’ Sam sat down her phone and looked at her homework. She’d wanted to finish before dinner, but there was no way that was happening now. She grabbed it anyway and went back to work, trying to get as much done as possible before her mom called her downstairs.

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