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[cosmicfalls-au]

I have a hankering for Cosmic Falls. Can you tell us about some things and facts about it?

Hell yeah I can. Here's a lot of basic/need to know stuff and some miscellaneous stuffs (if you have specific questions you can always ask hehe)

I'll be honest I didn't know what kinda facts to share so I'm just spewin as many as I can offa the top of my head

The timeline that this blog covers primarily is the GOOD timeline, but there is in fact a BAD timeline that exists

Dr. William Hellstern is Bill Cipher from the actual show's canon, but he is POST theraprism and was given a second chance to live a life as a better person!

He's transgender and unlabeled (holy shit) and so is Dipper, but straight! Mabel is AROACE (just has a habit of trying to get into relationships out of social pressure)!!!! Ford and Fidds are very gay, Lee is Bi. :) The Entity is whatever tf you want it to be

Fiddleford and Emma-May were in a lavender marriage and had a kid to get their parents' off their backs, but the moment a country close to them legalized gay marriage (canada cough cough) they got divorced and hitched to their besties

When in the mindscape, Bill's soul appears to still be that of a euclydian's due to his past life!

Bill was reincarnated in a world where another Bill Cipher (commonly just called The Entity or Cipher) already existed/manifested!

The Entity harnesses his power from literal black holes, and is technically a sentient black hole himself.

The Entity is more powerful than Bill on a technicality

Bill is approximately 8 years older than the Stan twins

Bill became pretty good friends with Fiddleford and Stanford in college

The Entity actually manipulated Bill into causing the death of his parents on purpose because he wanted to isolate Bill from loved ones, and he pretty much drove him and Ford nuts for the same reason (wanting to put them against one another in order to isolate them)

Ford had Fiddleford jerry-rig a metal plate into his head in order to deter the Entity. Because Fidds ain't no doctor, Ford has a scar on his temple that is usually hidden by his hair (Bill also has a metal plate but it was done more properly)

When Ford was younger he tried to remove his extra fingers so he could feel more normal (it did not work obviously and just scarred him)

Bill is goofier post-portal than one would expect

Bill is also very very clumsy

Bill may or may not still have his powers

The Entity dies. There is no chance for theraprisim. Genuinely FUCK that guy he just dies

Bill is friends with specifically that fucking teddy bear Rick Sanchez.

Bill has 47 exes in this lifetime.... dude has a bad fucking streak with keeping partners for some reason

Idk Bill had a complicated off-screen friends-with-benefits situationship thing going on when they were in college + working on the portal????????????? I don't know how else to explain it

The Entity is WORSE than canon in every way

[marisverse]

14 - naota, sonya

17 - erica, fletcher, yuu, Hikaru

22 - erica, sonya

30 - yuu

33 - hikaru, erica

i figured that's a good amount for now

14. Does your character remember names or faces easier?

Naota can be pretty bad at both sometimes but I'd say names are easier for him.

Sonya, I don't know if she'd really struggle with either. Possibly faces.

17. What was your character’s favorite toy as a child?

Erica I can imagine playing with some sort of plastic toy flower. Like a sunflower in a pot with a bi smiley face. It probably sang when you pushed a button.

Fletcher, do Card Force cards count? They're toy adjacent and the toy company makes them. If not, I'd say a stuffed bird.

Yuu likes those metal puzzle toys you have to take apart.

Hikaru, in some continuties has a teddy bear Yuu gave her. It comes with a pocket for keeping things. Naota has one that matches. I don't think it fits well with the Maris timeline though. Probably some toy weapon from a TV show she can play with.

22. What does your character like in other people?

Erica likes people who are kind and supportive but also likes them to be a little forward and it's onenof her frustrations with Fletcher, even though she really isn't any better.

Sonya likes people who feel "safe" to her. And Fletcher feels pretty safe with how he tries to treat her kindly, even if his obliviousness annoys her.

30. What does your character find repulsive or disgusting?

People who are abusive or who are in a position to help others but choose not to when nothing is stopping them.

33. In the face of criticism, is your character defensive, self-deprecating, or willing to improve?

I'd say it entirely depends on who is criticizing Hikaru and whether they're just being cruel or kind about it. She'd probably be willing to improve a bit if they were actually making valid points.

Sonya is defensive and self deprecating. She can be really explosive, especially in earlier parts of the story.

[ozviz]

Stranieri Ovunque — Foreigners Everywhere Venice Biennale Arte 2024, Pavilion Picks and Thoughts by Maria Ogedengbe

Decades before the 60th Venice Biennale I visited Venice as a student. I remember the Guggenheim Collection and note how that era was so much closer to when Peggy G was in residence at her palazzo. On returning in 2024 the city felt familiar, like a time capsule. Yet through my stay I was anxious over climate change. Only after the trip did I learn of MOSE, a sea barrier that has been raised 80+ times since being put into use the year after Venice’s flood of 2019 ~

Much of the Venice Biennale Arte takes place in a park called the Giardini (garden). Pavilions there showcase country-specific art exhibits. The Giardini reflects the world at large… the Israel (Israele) Pavilion’s exhibit is currently closed and under guard, and the Russia Pavilion is on loan to the Plurinational State of Bolivia.

United States of America Pavilion 

At the US (Stati Uniti) Pavilion, the chromophilia effect with Jeffrey Gibson’s installation is arresting. Murals, friezes, and paintings bearing abstract lines of text, and texts spelled out in the beadwork on monumental figures, lend a didactic quality. In the final room, a wall-scale video shows a dancer who multiplies and dissolves into kaleidoscopic pattern, the spirit of her jingle dress is believed to bring healing. Gibson’s chosen theme, the-space-in-which-to-place-me, is also the concept behind a cluster of sturdy pedestals that forms a stage in the pavilion’s front courtyard. I think of how the US Pavilion facade’s appearance has changed per the visions of artists from Gibson (red, with multicolor friezes & flags) to Simone Leigh (thatched) to Fred Wilson (applying borrowed imagery of Africans bearing the roof).

Korea Pavilion 

With its focus on scents, the Korea (Corea) Pavilion at first looks spare inside. Round the corner to find a larger than life bronze elf-child balanced on a toe while waving peace signs… and exhaling perfume, visible as steam, every couple minutes. To arrive at the experimental and commercial scents for this exhibition, artist Koo Jeong A gathered input about scents that define the Korean peninsula and then worked with perfumers to create 17 distinct scents. Several of these are emitted faintly from diffusers hidden around the larger room.

Ethiopia Pavilion 

The number of countries presenting in the Biennale has grown over time to this year’s 86. Newer pavilions are set up around the city, most typically in historic palazzos that aren’t open to the public otherwise. These include the Ethiopian Pavilion in the Castello district which offers a generous show of abstract portraits and multi-figure compositions in oils by Tesfaye Urgessa. Currently based in Addis, Urgessa studied and then worked in Germany for more than a dozen years. His command and style show the influence of Neo-Expressionists like Baselitz and the London School, along the lines of Bacon.

Ivory Coast Pavilion  

Further afield in the Dorsoduro district are the Ivory Coast and Nigeria Pavilions. Ivory Coast’s theme is The Blue Note, described as a resilient expression combining fatigue and hope. Here Jems Koko Bi’s massive dark man, carved from trees, sprawls on the floor amid scattered beams. When departing from this pavilion note the San Trovaso shipyard just across the canal. Also look for a popular shop that sells cicchetti (little sandwiches) near the pavilion entryway.

Nigeria Pavilion 

Where Ivory Coast’s galleries are painted deep blue, Nigeria’s are accented with bright green and mirror effects. Exhibits of objects and artifacts in tri-way mirrored vitrines with cursive descriptions etched on glass fill the central area of the main floor. Staff explained that these are the concept of curator Aindrea Emelife herself. Curator choices give the quality of a shimmery illusion throughout. The mirror theme persists in shiny metal placards about works and writing inscribed on them. Per its placard, Tunji Adeniyi-Jones’ vibrant yellow-orange ceiling mural, Celestial Gathering, “…mirrors the spirit of the nation. The work boldly pushes into an imaginary where, perhaps, a Nigerian painter was patronized by the scuole or confraternities of Venice…”

Holy See Pavilion 

Situated in a women’s prison on the island of Giudecca to the south is the pavilion of the Holy See – seat of the Catholic Church in the Vatican, Rome. Its theme is to “embrace with the eye,” to bring sight and perception into dialogue. When Pope Francis visited in April he called for art to “…create forms of human belonging capable of recognizing, including, protecting and embracing… Everyone.” Artists, among whom are Maurizio Cattelan and the Claire Fontaine collective, have collaborated with prisoners in the making of artwork on view. While there, visitors will be accompanied by prisoner–conferencers.

Finland Pavilion 

Returning to the Giardini, the Finland (Finlandia) Pavilion is a literal breath of fresh air owing to the freeform adobe “air conditioner” Pia Lindman has built/sculpted adjacent to the far wall. Lindman, who experiences heightened sensitivity to toxins, explores concerns to do with healing through her work. A theme of accessibility is evident in this all-women exhibit through elegant handrails designed by Kaisa Sööt that compliment the artwork and the 1956 Alvar Aalto pavilion.

Canada Pavilion  

Trinket, the title of Kapwani Kiwanga’s solo installation at the Canada Pavilion, points to Venice’s production of seed beads also known as conterie. Innumerable long strands of same-color conterie delicately flow over the exterior roof and interior walls creating a solid-color or gradient and together end in defined edges – suggestive of controlled water flow like a yard sprinkler or, conversely, a haircut. Four elegant, slim sculptures combine various metal forms with panels of conterie, clear blown glass, and/or palm oil. Choice of conterie as medium connects Kiwanga’s installation to Murano and related histories. 

Since 1291 Venetian glass hot shops have all been located just north of Venice proper on the islands that make up Murano. Concentration and isolation led to proliferation and safeguarding of trade secrets, and Murano became a primary supplier of glass to the world. From the late 1500s to late 1700s beads – “perle di vetro” (pearls of glass) – grew to become 70% of Murano’s production. Beads were shipped from the ports of Venice by the tons and per orders for specific and wide varieties including conterie, larger multi-colored flame-worked “perles,” and glass “rubies.” We think of a profound duplicity that bead-trading across cultures seems to represent, from the purchase of Manhattan to purchase of human beings in Africa, because beads are now viewed as trinkets. However, bead-trading began in a pre-industrial age where “perle di vetro” were used as currency and valued like rubies and pearls.

Netherlands Pavilion  

Through my tour of Biennale pavilions, I struck up conversations with staff all of whom seemed to have been personally informed by the artists. In the Dutch/Netherlands (Olanda) Pavilion, a team of staff assist gallery goers with comprehending and navigating the complex exhibition within a high-ceilinged “white cube” where rivulets of yellow palm oil appear to be seeping in from the roof and down walls. Throughout the space, twenty-one sculptures stand on rough hewn pedestals. These were initially sculpted in clay in the Democratic Republic of Congo by members of the collective, Art Circle of Congolese Plantation Workers (Cercle d’Art des Travailleurs de Plantation Congolese / CAPTC). In Amsterdam, the works were cast in cacao and palm oil – plantation/cash crops deforesting the DRC... and a chocolate recipe echoing those of Ghirardelli and Godiva. The pavilion brochure explains that, through their art practice, the Lusanga-based CAPTC has reclaimed nearly 500 acres-worth of depleted plantation land previously confiscated from Congolese by British-Dutch Unilever and subsidiaries. 

This exhibit has been orchestrated by Dutch artist Renzo Martens along with Dutch-Moroccan curator Hicham Khaladi. It includes a twin event with the White Cube in Lusanga (built 2017) connected with the Dutch Pavilion in Venice by livestream video. On the opposite side of the gallery from the livestream, stories surrounding Lusanga’s White Cube are related in video. The drama seems to incorporate an earlier film by Martens, White Cube, symbolizing a kind of Congolese revolt against the general idea of a “white cube” art gallery made possible by wealth directly or indirectly accrued from forced labor in the Congo (whether for cobalt/smartphones in the present day, palm oil/soap under the Lever brothers, or rubber/tires under Leopold). 

The screening also shows the arrival of a Pende sculpture in Lusanga on loan from the Virginia Museum of Fine Arts until the conclusion of the Venice Biennale in November 2024: the enshrinement and display of this work in the Lusanga White Cube is the exhibit twin to the 2024 Dutch Pavilion in Venice. The pavilion brochure explains how the subject of this work, Belgian colonial officer Balot, forcibly recruited laborers for Unilever until he was killed in a revolt in 1931. The sculpture was created to harness its subject’s angry spirit for the benefit of the Pende people of the southwestern DRC. The screening shows how members of the CAPTC wonder at the sturdiness of the work’s museum shipping crate, yet this awe is quickly superseded by sincere shows of reverence for the figure itself.

Thoughts

Do the Biennale’s Dutch and Holy See pavilions seem to meet with more scrutiny than most because they strike a nerve and create discomfort ? Or perhaps it’s that their aims are so high that there are bound to be small flaws in the outcome ? 

In reviewing the pavilions of the 60th Venice Biennale I consider what it means to shift masses of material culture around the world for an ever increasing number of biennials and art fairs. In the background is the up-and-down cadence of the sea barrier, MOSE, a stopgap to protect timeless Venice from becoming an Atlantis. And then we gallery goers, with phone in hand, snap and record while Congolese and their children risk life and limb, frequently under force, to mine materials needed for our next phone upgrade or environment-friendly EV. 

Will the notion or act of livestream twinning to places we never travel serve as a self-check to guide us in making our next choices with heightened awareness ? 

Can a conference with a prisoner in a prison lead to the sense of human belonging being spread more widely ?

Shall we embrace with our eyes ?

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List of picks – Venice Biennale Arte 2024 national participations (pavilions): click country names for official details including opening hours and last day of exhibit most exhibits continue through November 24, 2024

United States of America – Giardini Castello 30122, requires Biennale Arte ticket Korea – Giardini Castello 30122, requires Biennale Arte ticket Ethiopia – Castello 3647, free of charge Ivory Coast – Dorsoduro 947, free of charge Nigeria – Dorsoduro 3121, free of charge Holy See – Island of Giudecca 712, required reservation & minimum age 18, free of charge Finland – Giardini Castello 30122, requires Biennale Arte ticket Canada – Giardini Castello 30122, requires Biennale Arte ticket Netherlands – Giardini Castello 30122, requires Biennale Arte ticket Also mentioned: San Trovaso shipyard – Dorsoduro 1097

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The Venice Biennale Arte 2024 also includes large scale exhibitions in the central pavilion at the Giardini and at the nearby Arsenale which hosts some national participations (pavilions) in 2024, too. Arsenale Castello Campo Della Tana 2169/F Further, Venice Biennale Arte 2024 Collateral Events (typically art exhibits) take place throughout the city. In general, no ticket or admission is necessary for Venice Biennale Arte 2024 national participations (pavilions) or Collateral Events occurring outside of the Giardini and Arsenale. ABOUT OZ VIZ & read aloud

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[libidomechanica]

And now a soft as hym semed a truce

A ballad sequence

               1

”—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!

               2

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.

               3

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.

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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.

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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!

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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?

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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.

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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!

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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!

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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?

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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?

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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.

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

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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.

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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.

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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!

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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!

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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.

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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.

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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.

[wishfxljikan]

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

[arrowjaeger]

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

[thekillingjoke-haha]

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."

~~~~~~~~~~~

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.

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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. 😉

[transmogrified-in-the-void]

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

[otnesse]

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.).

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.

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:

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.

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):

https://twitter.com/Kaizerkunkun/status/900937994143649792

https://twitter.com/Kaizerkunkun/status/1179860611297153038

https://twitter.com/Kaizerkunkun/status/1190763430497542144

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).

[grievedeeply]

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