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This is so scary they must have laced this chinese with a haunted glass of explosives

[scotianostra]

On 21st May 1424 James I was crowned King of Scots at Scone.

James I of Scotland was a complex and colourful king. He was a poet, a sportsman, a musician and a patron of architects.

James survived being kidnapped by pirates when he was just 12 years old - and the following 18 years he spent as a hostage to the Lancastrian kings of England.

In 1424, he made a triumphant return to Scotland and was crowned at Scone, but 13 years later he was brutally stabbed to death, his body dumped in the sewer below the Blackfriars monastery in Perth.

James Stewart was born in 1394, the third son of King Robert III and Annabella Drummond. By the time he was eight years old, he was their only surviving son. His brother Robert died in infancy and his other brother David, the Duke of Rothesay, died in suspicious circumstances at Falkland Castle while he was being detained by his uncle Robert, the Duke of Albany.

After David’s death, James was the heir to the Scottish throne, but he was also an impediment to the royal line being transferred to the Albany Stewarts. Fears grew for his safety and plans were made to send him to France.

In March 1406, he boarded a boat bound for France, but just days into the voyage, the vessel was intercepted in the English Channel by pirates who delivered him to Henry IV of England.

On 4th April 1406, Robert III died and the 12-year-old James was now the uncrowned King of Scots. But he was imprisoned in England and his uncle, the Duke of Albany, became regent in Scotland a position he had no intention of giving up.

James may have been a prisoner, but he was allowed to keep a small household and was treated well by Henry IV. This lasted until 1413 when Henry IV died, his son Henry V became king, and James was transferred to the Tower of London with other Scottish prisoners.

It took another seven years before James’ standing improved enough for him to be regarded more of a guest than a hostage - but it took a third change of monarch in England before James was finally allowed back to Scotland. Henry V died in 1422, and the regency council for the infant Henry VI were eager to organise his release as soon as possible.

Despite opposition from the Albany Stewarts, it was arranged for 1424 when he arrived triumphantly in Edinburgh on Palm Sunday, accompanied by his newly-wed English wife, Joan Beaufort.

Prominent members of the Albany Stewarts were found guilty of rebellion and executed, but a conspiracy against the King began to grow and he reigned for just 13 years before his death.

On 4th February 1437, the King and Queen were in their royal apartments at the Blackfriars monastery in Perth, when a group of about 30 people was let in by one of the conspirators against him. James was alerted and had enough time to hide in a sewer tunnel, but his exit was blocked and he was trapped and killed. He died in a pool of his own blood, stabbed dozens of times.

The assassin, Sir Robert Graham, is said to have screamed after his death: “I have thus slayne and delivered yow of so crewel a tyrant, the grettest enemye that Scottes or Scotland might have.”

James I was buried within the grounds of Perth Charterhouse, but the priory was destroyed in the reformation, now no-one is exactly sure where his grave is.

The last pic is a reconstruction of how the site at Scone may have looked.

[une-sanz-pluis]

My soverain lord and fader, I recomande me to yowr good and gracieux lordship as humbly as I can, desiring to heere as good tydyngges of you and of your hye estat as ever did leige man of his soverain lord. And, sir, I trust to God that ye shal have now a companie comyng with my brother of Bedford that ye shal like wel in good feith as hit is do me wite, neverthelatter, my brother's mainy [retinue] have I seyn, which is right a tal meyny [retinue]. And so schal ye se of thaym that be of your other captaines leding, of which I sende you al the names in a rolle be the berer of this. Also so, sir, blessid be God, of the good and gracieux tydingges that ye have liked to send me word of be Herford your messager which were the gladdist that ever I mygt heve next your welfare, be my trouth, and, sir, with Godde's grace I shal sende all thise ladies as ye have commandid me, in al hast, beseching you of your lordship that I mygt wite how that ye wolde that my cosine of York [Joan Holland, dowager Duchess of York] shuld reule her, whether she shuld be barbid [dressed as a widow] or not as I have wreten to you, my soverain lord afore this time. And, sir, as touching Tiptot he shal be delivered in al hast, for ther lakkith no thing but shipping, which, with Goddes grace, shall be so ordeined for that he shal not tary. Also, sir, blessid be God, your gret ship the Grace Dieu is even as redy and is the fairest that ever man saugh, I trowe in good feith. And this same day therle of Devonshir my cosin maad his moustre [muster] in her and al other have her [there] moustre [mustered (?)] the same tyme that shall go to ye see [sea]. And, sir, I trowe ye have on [one] comyng toward you as glad as any man can be as fer as he shewith, that is the King of Scotts, for he thanketh God that he shal mow shewe be experience thentente of his good will be the suffrance of your good lordship. My soverain lord, more can I not write to your hynesse at this tyme, but yt ever I beseche you of your good and gracieux lordship as be my trouth my witting [knowingly] willingly I shal never deserve the contrary, that woot God, to whom I pray, to send yow al yt yowr hert desireth to his plaisance. Writen in your town of Hampton the xiiij day of May. Your trewe and humble liege man and sone H. G. [Henricus Gwalliae, or for Henry Prince de Galle.]

Letter written by Henry, Prince of Wales to his father, Henry IV, 14 May 1411(?) From: W. J. Hardy, The Handwriting of the Kings and Queens of England, The Religious Tract Society, 1893.

[queen-of-the-avengers]

Captain Marvel: Part Nine

Pairing: Carol Danvers x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.4k

Warnings: canon violence and angst

Author’s Note: For the sake of the rewrite, Howard and Maria Stark dies on December 16, 1997 instead of 1991. Tony is 23 when they die.

x

"Look what I got!" Monica says and races into the room with a box.

You and Carol walk over to Monica who is too eager to show her aunty the things she's saved for her. She begins with the pictures and explains them as she hands them over for Carol to look at.

"This is me and you on Halloween." The picture is of Monica and Carol with Monica dressed as a pilot and Carol in older clothing. "I'm Amelia Earhart and you're Janis Joplin." Monica takes out another picture of a young Carol standing next to her father. "Oh, this is you when you were little. You didn't get along with your parents so Mom said we became your real family." The third picture is of them at Christmas. "This is us on Christmas. I got more."

All the photos blend together and Monica's words fade into the back as Carol stares at herself through someone else's memories. Another picture is of Carol when she was little, and another when she graduated high school. This time, Carol lets the tears roll down her cheeks.

"How about we stop with the pictures, okay?" you ask gently.

"Okay," Monica takes them back. "Oh wait. I forgot, your jacket. Mom doesn't let me wear it anymore after I spilled ketchup on it." 

Monica isn't here to shove things into Carol's hands, so Carol rummages through the box until she finds her old dog tags which had been burned in half.

"That was all that survived the crash, or so we thought," Maria explains.

"Are you okay?" you ask Carol and grab her hand.

"I don't know," she whispers. Someone knocks on the door and before Maria can get to it, Carol stops her. "Don't answer that."

"It's just my neighbor."

"They can change into anyone."

You, Carol, and Fury walk to the door carefully in case what's on the other side is a green alien pretending to be someone else. Carol opens the door and stares at a man who looks at her nervously.

"Hi, there."

"What do you want?" Carol asks with her eyes narrowed.

"Hey, Tom. This is my friend Carol and her girlfriend, Y/N," Maria introduces.

"Pleased to meet you." He holds out his hand, and when Carol grabs it, she sends a small wave of electricity through his body. "Yow! Static electricity out here's no joke. I noted that peculiar bird you got parked by the road, and I was just wondering if you'd mind if I bring the boys over to get a closer looksie?"

"A closer looksie?" you ask.

"Yeah."

"To see the bird parked out by the road? You're really working overtime to sell this one, aren't you Talos?"

"I'm sorry. Tom, this isn't really a good time. I'll come by tomorrow. Okay?" Maria says and slowly closes the door.

"Uh..."

"Okay."

"You know, you really should be kinder to your neighbors. You never know when you're gonna need to borrow some sugar."

The floorboards creak behind you and you turn to see Talos standing there in his true form with a shake in his hands. You and Carol hold up your hands in preparation for a fight, Fury aims his gun at Talos, and Maria stands there confused.

"Hang on a second, before you go swinging those jazz hands around and making a mess in your friend's house, hear me out."

"Oh, my God. What the hell?" Maria gasps.

You look out the window and see Monica outside with her mother, even though Maria is inside with you. The Skrull pretended to be her neighbor, then turned into Maria when it became relevant to him.

"No one's gonna hurt the girl. Just, don't kill me. It would really complicate the situation," Talos sighs.

"I'm about five seconds from complicating that wall with some ugly-ass Skrull brains," Fury threatens.

"I'm sorry I simmed your boss, but now I stand before you as my true self. Without deception."

"Who the hell is out there?" you ask.

"Okay, that's a fair point, but I'm sure that you understand, I had to take some precautions. I saw you two crush twenty of my best men with her hands bound. I just wanna talk."

"Last time we talked, we ended up hanging from our ankles."

"That was before I knew who you were. Before I knew what made you different from the others. I have an audio recording from Pegasus of your voice from a plane crash six years ago on a device I believe you call a 'black box'."

"They told me it was destroyed in the crash. How'd you get it?" Maria asks.

"Does she not understand? Young lady, I have a special skill that kinda allows me to get into places I'm not supposed to be in."

"Call me young lady again, and I'm gonna put my foot in a place it's not supposed to be," she glares.

"Am I supposed to guess where that is?"

"Your ass," you, Fury, and Carol say at the exact same time.

"Okay, I get it. We're all a little on edge here. Look, I just need your help decoding some coordinates. If you sit down and listen to this, I assure you, it'll be worth your while."

"Call your buddy back inside and I'll listen," Carol crosses her arms.

"Deal," he nods. Goose walks into the room and presses herself against Talos' legs. When he feels the small creature, he bounces back in fear. "Oh, my God! Get that thing away! How'd that get in here?"

Carol picks up the cat and holds her toward Talos. The more she walks to him, the more he steps back until he can't go any further.

"The cat? This isn't what you're afraid of, is it?"

"That's not a cat. That's a Flerken."

"A Flerken?" Fury laughs.

"Mom?"

All heads turn to see Monica there with the Skrull behind her. The Skrull transforms back into his true self, and he shrugs knowing he was just following orders.

"Come here, baby." Monica runs into her mother's arms, and she kisses the top of her head. "I have somewhere we can listen to that thing, but it's not here."

Maria has a study out back that is secluded enough to have this kind of conversation. Monica waits outside wearing headphones so she doesn't hear what's being said. She's too young to understand, and she would only get in the way at this point. Maria grabs the tape from Talos and puts it into her computer. The computers that Howard Stark had back then world a bit faster than this, but it eventually loads, and the audio clip plays.

"Punch in the coordinates. 5229,. -47, 8.768, 0.2," Lawson said.

"Copy that. Where are we going Doc?" Carol's voice came next. 

"My laboratory."

"Your laboratory? What do you mean?"

"Oh, no."

"Is that...? Wait, what is that? It's not showing up on my radar!" 

Carol, the woman you love, is confused but angry for not remembering this. You take her hand and she holds it tightly.

"Go Carol. Fly!" Lawson urged. 

The sounds of planes rushing around and weapons being fired are all that can be heard until you hear Carol's voice. 

"That's no MIG, Lawson. Who the hell are they?"

"Those are the bad guys. Fly faster, now."

"Yes, ma'am. What do they want?"

"Me. My work. I never should have brought you along," Lawson said regretfully.

"Here come some G's."

You're not sure what's happening since there is no video involved, but you can assume that Carol and Lawson tried so hard to get whoever is chasing them off their tail. Something hits the plane, causing it to fall back down to Earth.

"Bail out! Bail out! Bail out! Stay with me, Lawson!"

There are sounds of a crash, then nothing until you hear faint voices being picked up from the recorder that is still playing.

"Danvers, do you copy?" Maria asked over comms.

"Yeah, I copy. On the ground," Carol assured. "Your blood... it's blue."

"Never mind that. How's my hair?" Lawson jokes. "Help me out." When she does, Lawson groaned in pain. "I have to destroy it before they get here."

"What? Lawson?"

"You remember what I said about our work here? What it's for?"

"To end wars?"

"Yeah, but the wars are bigger than you know. You should know my name is not Lawson. My real name is Mar-Vell and I come from a planet called Hala."

"I would say that your delusional but we just got shot down by a spaceship, and your blood is blue."

"Listen, I spent half my life fighting a shameful war. Now, skedaddle before you give me any more regrets. Just remember the coordinates, okay? You've got to save them without me."

"Save who? How?" Carol asked.

"I've got to blow this engine before they find it."

Someone fires their weapon, and based on how Carol cried out, it was Mar-Vell that got hit.

"We have no interest in hurting you," Yon-Rogg said.

"What the fuck?" you gasp.

He was involved since the beginning. You knew something was off about that man, and this proves it.

"No?! Because all the shooting kinda gave the wrong impression!" Carol yelled.

"Where is the energy core?"

"Pararescue's on the way. You have two minutes until you're surrounded," Carol gritted out.

"Then I see no reason to prolong this conversation," Yon-Rogg laughed.

"No, wait! Do you mean that energy core?" 

Some more silence follows her words. Then, a loud explosion happens; the same explosion that came from the energy core being shot at. If you had to guess what's happening is that when Carol blew up the engine, she absorbed the Tesseract's power, which gave her the powers she has today. 

That's how she ended up on Hala. Her life was stolen from her.

"Commander, she's still moving. Permission to fire?" Minn-Erva said. 

That bastard knew everything that happened.

"Hold your fire."

"There's nothing left. The core has been destroyed."

"She absorbed its power. She's coming with us," Yon-Rogg decided. 

The audio clip ends there, and Carol storms out of the barn to grab some air. You quickly follow with everyone else behind you.

"Carol--"

"He fucking lied to me!" she yells as her hands glow bright orange.

"Carol! Look at me." You grab her hands to calm her down. "I need you to calm down if we're going to try and sort this out."

"He lied to me," she sniffles with tears in her eyes.

"I know, and trust me when I say this... I will make him pay."

"You were right. Everything that I knew was a lie."

"Now you understand," Talos says from behind.

"What? What do I understand now?" Carol shouts.

"Yon-Rogg killed Mar-Vell. He killed her because she found out that she was on the wrong side of an unjust war."

"No. Your people are terrorists that kill innocents. I saw the ruins on Torfa."

"Ruins that the Accusers are responsible for. My people lived as refugees on Torfa. We became homeless ever since we resisted the Kree rule, and they destroyed our planet. The handful of us that are left will be slaughtered next unless you help me finish what Mar-Vell started. The coordinates you found would've powered a lightspeed ship capable of carrying us to safety. A new home where the Kree can't reach us."

"They're not the bad ones, Carol. The Kree are. You know what they did to me before I met you. They haven't changed," you try to persuade her.

"Lawson always told us that her work at Pegasus wasn't to fight wars, but to end them," Maria adds.

"She wanted you to help us find the core."

"Well, apparently, I already destroyed it."

"No, you destroyed the engine. The core that powered it is in a remote location. If you help us decode those coordinates. We can find it."

"You'll use it to destroy us," she glares.

"We just want a home," Talos sighs. "You and I lost everything at the hands of the Kree. Can't you see it now? You're not one of them. You never were."

"You don't know me. You have no idea who I am. I don't even know who I am!" she yells.

"You are Carol Danvers," Maria says and walks closer to her. "You are the woman on that black box risking her life to do the right thing. My best friend who supported me as a mother and a pilot when no one else did. You're smart, funny, and a huge pain in the ass. You are the most powerful person I know, way before you could shoot fire from your fists. Do you hear me?"

"We need to find that core and destroy the Kree once and for all. They haven't changed one bit," you back up Maria.

"I know I don't deserve your trust but you two are our only lead," Talos says. "We discovered that both of your energy signatures matched Mar-Vell's core. Now, we know why. If only you knew the importance of it to me. I just need your help decoding the coordinates to Mar-Vell's lab."

"Those weren't coordinates. They're safe vectors," Carol explains. "Orbital positioning and velocity."

"You didn't find her lab on Earth, because it's not on Earth," you say.

"That was the location on the day of the crash six years ago. If we track its course, we'll find it in orbit right now."

"It's just basic physics."

"In orbit?" Talos looks at his friend who just shrugs. "Was that so difficult to figure out? I mean, you're my science guy, right?"

"Yon-Rogg will catch up to you soon. We've got to get the core before he does," Carol says.

"Let me stay down here. I'll kick his ass," you growl.

"I need you with me," Carol whispers to you. "I can't do this without you."

"I'll stay and simm Carol," the scientist states.

"Mmm. So, the rest of you are going to space? In what?"

"A few tweaks to your vessel should do it. I can handle the modifications," the scientist offers.

The plane you came here in is the one you're going to go to space in. Talos' science guy isn't too bright when it comes to figuring out where Mar-Vell's lab is, but he is damn good at modifying the plane to endure the height and possibly space. While they're doing that, you and Carol are talking to Maria and her daughter inside.

"Well, I could use a co-pilot. God knows she can't fly a plane," Carol jokes and nudges you in the ribs.

"I never needed to when I can fly," you brag.

You and Carol look at Maria who widens her eyes in realization.

"No. No, I... I can't. I can't leave Monica."

"Why? It's okay. I can stay with grandma and pop-pop."

"There's no way I'm going baby. It's too dangerous."

"Testing brand new aerospace tech is dangerous. Didn't you used to do that?"

"Your plan is to leave the atmosphere in a craft not designed for the journey, and you anticipate hostile encounters with a technologically superior foreign enemy. Correct?"

All she gets in return is a shrug from Carol.

"That's what I'm saying. You have to go."

"Monica..."

"You have the chance to fly the coolest mission in the history of missions, and you're gonna give it up to sit on the couch and watch Fresh Prince with me? I just think that you should consider the kind of example you're setting for your daughter," she manipulates.

"I like her," you grin.

x

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[libidomechanica]

“We movements, defiles”

A ballad sequence

               First Stanza

With coral beneath that hath no     stays, had He the clouded, and turning sister, pitying     chance through by charms, my dame

taught off Juan said. Which was so far     retire intoxicating the branches me to blamed     hym thought, in proper forming

rich their finger of a threading     in his dripping a golden tits arching toward part of     their right an history, and

that glance of mine. In act to Time’s     creeping shortly and most unmeek,—I knelt before he could     my wrinkled on fire: when

every face.—Shut his face. Not by     rude sound digestion, ’ said the Lady Ida: here are no     changes of promise twice

five bullets frequent in words, and     pray yow soon juan, what capacious state? Lest, till not happiness!     And gay, and every

fine style: how looks like a ballistic     missing our fury with such sweeter! Singing O darlin’     darlin’ darlin’ darlin’

darlin’ darlin’ darlin’. Women     and rosé on the lash one, I think two persuade, and on     the fold! Man’s wife; I sue

not mark of every deel. Started     is Seint Jerome, that achievement of deceive the Dogges     hem needeth fast, and

muttering as air! And for life has     when on thing, on through-in my meat and his state, hang in Sant’     Ambrogio’s! So, all the

nations which had ceaseless and     merciless roses fed, your own face some grace the current dance     with his arm over it

hath broken ben of Scots; true—tears     to hire, every day you tell me, tired with another     girdle, as if by some

reason. For their eyes presence, just     as myne oldest saint, before me, if I were theme; as suite     of these? Smile, like Esau,

for the beaty and here I bid     her autumn tresses fals, but entomb us. Or doon heeste.     How will shore: freezing cold

dominion sweet Venus from hous     and wise, ambitious mazes spreaded danced years old and rolls     the right dread of Widdin.

Most quiet on higher. Thou made     of burning silver spake and Empress, to take your reputation,     for warning: the

heau’nly harmful deeds; the waters,     some wives who make their pinions of lilies fail. To this thorny     sharks from madness is

my little aside: resuming     quite; next week; she of them, and Gods name sensual phantasied.     Felt a high and lisping

through with Plenty of this of     all mankind, keep back your helpe me chaunge of body burst wife,     lust, modest, I wad mourn

when we say, watching. We movements,     defiles. Green leaves of pathos, and pillows whom fell: mething     awkward; for his bed.

               Second Stanza

Be not fed so wikked wyves     wolde lyve parfitly, and wish I were lies and health had come     and glory spread, and what is our heart’s enough, began as     t were, away. One or two on fig skins, that didn’t maketh     kep or chart, a key … Even

there, slew both great Sea-King body,     and so allied. Thy Mother ever dipp’d with me birafte     his cause I take hold my stomacher; and to marry;     for who have loved—that love, into with Fortune sends in the     call? She order’d over.

               Third Stanza

—A moment more lily arms will     to the earth; and white flowers. Her visage, and cough one huge     Python antagonizing here are but me cast, and deem,     because I am forsaken; a tormenting, shewing     told the usual luck!

               Fourth Stanza

And less; and where is not conquest     rose with youth almost at ones. Having tears, and hoar; they     possible. Gainsay, humanity

would put then commence with     the deuill at eight of kisses and breadth and by thee my selfe,     does crowns without defended

marks upon a wide o’er? Thou     opener of their ways: this fated spot for father you     call thee what we directed

learn; there is most indignant     work’d the through the morning- ’ here to be impair, to hope to     blend with a riding them

painted, as their hue, too wise men     yblesse! Her though t were one side by sign that they can’t answered,     peace! Yet preest, so moot

I thynke, she may bithynke how me     bene fraught sun-bow that is a dog, as quiet as day,     for I would love were

solitaire? Bád nat every deel. The     two are the contends, lashed fly to this, that have said Juan, what     made her pair so sorrow

winter, sculptor, cripple free! On     the manere wonned a wicked there, must blow-’ and Morning     like to begin withal

he knew not with otherwise’ she     laid some raise than the loss of good part and starling, you shalt     win much lead and be once

it wel I woot wel it is no     shame or Greece, white, I drew men’s harsh intent to moue, whose plumage     sat victorie, that remote

recoil. By one as stern seas     long agoe: for natural. Syllables, bossed with five bits of deathmasks     into flattery!

Of good though he loud tempest, as     the leve, the love more chastitee abyde, these pretty, trifling     to show his own brain-spattern,

and, last stoops down from their planet,     thou in a new neighebores wyf go roule about     my body would like

to the Night of time. ’ It will now,     a clammy dewy head in perfections as any men;     but little to the women

together: Hugely, he reason     I’m weary death, smiles, O let myself, and his scythe towering     of death-white, I drew

all surmises. Or antiquity     forest out one troublen al his material—men     are such ladies like a

Miss America Contest. That     manly majestic piece- meal with flower add the empress,     her freight on ev’ry tree.

               Fifth Stanza

Is the one while the dream not of     those eyes and my teeth, with a virgin, made within your break     this is all Styx through of

the orange displayment. Me go:     take breath, rather beauty can be thy silver. Like a hawk,     an’ it with his Christian!

The nymph-like a ball above my     fresh from accident; it suffers now, would take the salmon     sing in I would bring the

sun beats light. I wote, it glittering     off bridge hung, shadow and left hundred I was so he     was quench’d in the first fruit;

but prepare with her e’e? That ought     aid.—Address my love, into love to the his bracelet richly     comfortable after

the shepheards doen hem of the     vast disintegration: followers keep for the fought, as     also did Miss America

Contest. Of flutes; not for     gentle she smile as he pays you back from our own image,     white of senses with your

lived for fish, and then I sent our     soft palm—Not so may, what the offer young! With they went that     there reign’d. ’ Lads come cleare. Speak!

Doth false, how shall be bound thanne wolde     I take him to her beauty’s effect on vice. Leaving at     an extraneous mixture

of solemn port, hinted too.     Yet tikled I his horrible which, but knew you see, and     white birch, glinting sea. Increased

in mocke at an extreme     effeminate skin, enough, what not enough, God woot, of content     whistles shadows bathe

away, till your place. And sabre-     like a ball above, thy sweet love when youth and noun, on treasured     much syrup ran across

it—All were there spectrum of     the world’s master, Sirens though no doubt itself and about?     And me! All those who know

that alle they fellows and gave     us, ere from the taper, bowed head cool-rooted me up     with a frown as t were

all my arbour third, they proud and     ranne out its blood: ’twas a high-designed, Heaven. As, seistow,     without slack old negro

Baba pause, in spirit down into     his imperial condescending although in its     smooth-moving to my change.

               Sixth Stanza

To ope that he is ours to thee.     My fine waste, refuse and bad us for you. To feel thing     here once I invited arrest at the main pointed fire     womankind, singing to do with that were go, whence down from     our corner wheelings of

a sometimes ocean invade with     there she hath its way. The disgust, and spin, and—withouten     many han that’s the listening belates, haunted fell storm,     over us, and wide, through the one word that in these dear.     Like flower the broad, made

woman, supernaturally;     but O with daily spend shifts and left his we were manere     wood, be moulders pure was king had to subdued to shame away,     gone fair goddess: which Musike speak; and yet be wedde, and     the mazy foremost, to

glide to go yet thou art all the     dore, as wel after the faces throte. But I am stuff.     The plasma, listening pulsing just a no less air; where three     years? He that is a line of rubles milky way you see,     if e’er, when we next meet

in kingly crown and in black, but     I may paused, as he bled: and so warm of her skims, or sleepy     one! Darling, afire, which I have done. For me,—so sweep     of death sealed by a bowstrings, before her waist, and, but burst     his dog hote to them blyve

of that same flying like an     individual.—We fille as there but that closde-vp sense     it in that’s surface. A plot, a plot to slope, and powers     did falleth me for many a myrthe. Despite, has curved all     night the sound of solemnize

thy cheek ther aspect bursts sixteen     arms into one who were the deep, until I get simple     beach. And pine, and they do not be scann’d, of half a single     music and thy ball who with rainbows, in the distress     he strips from some other,

yet half wonder undinal vast     adieu! As the laste, and such sort, that Lady, I beseech     you blind men must stepped on his transpired? Of pupils; she     had bene their promise: all, then winter that is left them     three weeks, I breyde. Three year

whole courageless, for thee. But     it was also in and song, while her you please me, Soul of     the nyghtyngale, lo, quod the feel estrange alone     comfortable quarter’d from my bondage. ’ She like a battle     for dainty toying. Men

may come to love of earth? Last then,     went ties add whatsoever in all this hour-glass and his     radiant fire, of bigamye? Where in height, closely fused as a     lion’s hands. Would we both perishable repose—still at     eight ynogh, the big kids

lie fall, the sage’s pen—the proem,     how much warmth and waly fa’ the night; I always so poor     struis domos’ shows the sudden like a wellė Jhesu refressh     and gloom; a spell from the day whetting off bridges, hurling     my tattered in, turns life

proves you say, both of trees. Neuer     I wrote thy brighten slowly crimson. Reasons clear to thise     men have? To die through he hadden three, or a Kidde, or pees,     or I missaye. Thereupon she laid his way which may flowers     of his book or lute; but

had still be the clouds and for me     this: how can mend; and wo, we fill! And flatt’ring ivy leaf     takes his quarters, each bevy with oats! Thou shalt thou goest stripling     valentine. Shepheard in his mouth almost to plant, and     runs to his in time, and

after us: this kings of which,     as this greened fell with any men; but I would understand?     I seye sooth. Behold there men, light reach amatory look’d     upon bed abyde, then her stinginess, gossip and dear     the sack and in tears. Let

us pray, ’ replenish hunger     care. His two eyes were seen the east. The penitent shrink—what     is still music we thus began to thee returns to know     how the imperial favour’d drums, and fill or red winged     by thee vantage, doubly

mingled by tome and station, up     shall state, in many wise, and place my mouth, forgetting and     lasting, but wouldst use? Torture- pilgrimages, to take some     me. Upon the Nine, one of the silver little back the     wedde, and have done.—When I

am in the break her who know     much to thee are twin brother’s line, ribb’d and meke, and bad oure     did strove who will be hurl’d with the billows rude in wanton     wing, like atoms—years had to no miracles, and that loss;     both find our exit and

for who would hardly my grief at     thy flame, by God’s worke is coming to sear up and she was     his heed, nakedness is my might be arbiter of faces,     to cast hir hand to thrown and clean any kind? Helen,     the wind: far, far and moss.

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’Bove the morning where, God mought up,     and that vnkind guest had doon biforn, from chain’d, and rites tooth. But     the blood? Side; this knowe, chaunced

to some among weeks shut until     their work, doth tears, even yet are cut off! Low above:     dearest, with it, and me!

               Eighth Stanza

Where they came: she hated leafe sturre.     Of him go and when Fate prevent; nor waste in a church up     fine save you that you wake, sleeps with limit of champagne and     may be sanctuary space sappho last, that Sappho last,     with golden spheres, since king

to his hour-glass of my bosom,     and puff on puff from those of the wedde a wyf in corn, upon     his own like what place, the better, ’ Juan was princes; there     ’gan warm of her dare to cradle wantoning case they fellows     obeying traveller

had been accused, the lassie     o’ my heart in the morning for the cheke that I scorn’d the     shepheards voyce, the sweetest out the hardiest hours, sketches,     wizard and the lady eyed each; and high Poet!—Then the     despite, and follow vast,

so as I said, Ruined. As large,     as though my life or death. Answers here! Our match between sea     and looking fountains save her oath, which wisė wyvės that goes     with thee, and book you or mend the shepherds call. So that he’ll     no gang to confusion

any one’s own mouth gratis.—Fairest     boughs when ye know me why the Spartan Mother job this     way, but Er that the finds none nearer as the first. And studies     at made the midst, Madam, I love yourself-’ and     humiliation you were mis-

shapen pigmies, deaf moonlight—? These     don’t; because he was on the waters trough the damn’dest princess     brought be sentine, who made Catherine, and sooner was served     for that I was able, and profligate to dwells, in gulf     on himself: and her as

has been in repreeve of oure sheet—     crushed her majesty of feather., Believing a wind of     Thought but forth a holier din their farther relics, when     my demon Poesy! And the night longing, leather’d love that     no farewell! In two clear

from end to the chosen lassie,     erewhile I staid an’ shilling stuffed in your own Ellis     Island, and repentance was his force, or no—may teach     strange song his own self-applause, to the highest may deem.     Assembly wander a lawn,

and basketball. Like mischievously     blank to a tempers? I wanted fire and cragge so soft,     unseen, went forward, so moot he be, let thing beneath holy     and his greater blaze, and clepe I, but live, not only     thre werre ystynt. To his

ears, like minde, say whetting armada     of promise, and juicy vigorous cries, when a little     losse, and woof, were they; carpets every nymph arose darkness.,     With them, and I’ll gentleman. To wedde, a God! I would     repreeve of solemnized

the prente of life I crawled out     of my warde-cors, and thus began to tell! Me so. Above     the fickle Fair One, when Fate prevents preferrė bigamye? Who     took their fingers oft and go work&weep. ’ Th’ tempest t     were useless I cannon.

Of pains rise; and lyė as a     skeleton with a smiling both perceived a cursing, alert.     Thing words, and there. And takė me. This joyous al of pictures     of pleasure clerk is some smooth-shaven, love, farewell! We were     in the charge wher third sort

to follow’d, as to blamed hym best,     for a newspaper posterity. What, sir! By Loues own     mirrors they, with the people would like all this dore I how     far have stayed above thee; azure clog him, looking     Lately the interfuse?

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With me birafte his chief pleasure.     And if the seas his worlds miscarry, when themselves awful,     ay or golden sphere. Drew

himself for his small, you on it     and prechyng eek, with neighbouring at another. And he     spacious base. When you can

not imaginings: old rusted     a Saint Bartholome, that burnt up? And were, then I’ll give you     will do well? Began to

be impair, and, well or galleons     of many kisses whisper, by the sixth shafts of     disappointment stuck hard: she

brought thus, God made up now an age,     upon a tuft of sky where therbifoore. But now is this     tale had done its progress

call his rider love killer, I     am murderers hung swoon left foot and from falling safely.     Men become, perhaps

evening, this arrow-wounded under     the first to mine own shared bed, thing so, she orders under     the great rate. And I’ve

made a breathing, sir; for itself,     behind, toward for my birth strung each shell, the law given     departest, as eels are heaven,

doutelees, by sun this lungs     fill wink of it, er than all then too little eye’s anatomy.     Of forms and lie

hid? As fair with what no further,     who is love repair’d shade and slantwise thatch her reflect think     it be well for your pieces

small; not sleeps without the old     neutral person thrown little rain, and her can give sophy,     who, after that here did

perfect beauty might faire, ycladde     in her reflection both included, and, wife, unless what     is Love is oold, and man.

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Boy who little light peeps from a     man of pebble, and purposes them in the perisheth     on deepest groans of

articles of flowers; ’ except     Napoleon, tel me who? Truths, these tune it ye? Lot, they were he     sleep reciting the winter’s

flow into nothing in a     twilight from over me, I said Juan onward steeks his     counterfect cote, or three part,

I’ll she wolde leden al his hand     awe. Kindling art, my thronging to see at last thou did great     long breast will the bedded—

olde beem, al is high-designed, Heaven’s     eye alone cure, like sandalwood leon, or to matter     to the great the queens

and never happy, or arms ’gainst     the delicious to never be the forest-house! I mourn     when youth at once more for

one. Bulb softer swayed, all for both     in life leaks and a maid, a royal right as water, and     so as I best kan, now

that my neighbouring fire you must     at his really sip your nipple, can mend; and all my powers     wind and unto all

eyes; and wipe my life, my kissed moot     I thee gallant gently without a name, will pass the fayre;     the nested wren has thy

fears as though full bumpers; for thy     yoke, arise, all. Unto thy new you already them, and     my Love some queen of season

is some graseth that am     nat prepared, and so Adieu. To soffre hym of that poor breath,     O clamour, which turning.

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The world shall not be part, my land!     Two from the dewy hill. Is this death, and bounteous Earth shouldst     be loved their way, whan though his white cloak and slim, blushes     Stygian, it could put the stouter, first was al mankynde. To     me my Julia once a

child hold out against a rock     languishing faint vision intellects, whose lips. A quintessence,     put cross, destroys it. I hope and sweet. So than centaur, man     also. Al this death laughs and feather’d, and make hast smil’d     delectable, and step to

be! Then, and you know—two women     should have vanish; more hold mystery angel-brood, lilies     and leaves bene her name; and the Somonour and unload     all go, and my fifth, to their eyes and sometimes of your earth     was abbesse nat wirche as

much however, with all othere     shall anise, the last to him t is no such an accident;     it suffre hym twists off its broke in a church know: draw in     yearly glisten man satire, he which devouring     over that mighty crown

from each confusion for a name     of days and works on lessened and booke of wind black in honest     and forefingers of some odd though the grim Swiss denies     only because of life away his little feet, and want     it I’d have never

the billow-ridge, at least: with wonder.     My seely shells and science, dear, and into a dark     yard I should be spread as breath of kirtles shadows, and the     right slay there honour’d as a man—the night, especial proving     through the twilight grow

to use.—Reaches and for crime; that     the more quiet rides best of prey—that due, uttering about     the rushing knives the matchless we can our own hand. Thought     I well took no kep, so took it away, and followed     therwithal he knees against

his searing how alluring     galleries as good: but nothing— for he did she, whan the way     of aged forefingers doesn’t cut to kill, and, on falls.     Flattery: they as something sweet musings of the hyde that words,     and pebbles on the others,

while upon his visits a     mayde? Thou shalt win much war the door or lattering day; love     her, water has cured its applause, as if to the morwe; and     thy birth, and eke I with others in fruyt of man, the vast     idol; while perpetual

motion will seem so a werkė,     by my feet emerg’d an under yourselves undone they han     in Essexe at Dunmowe. But see, this is cross: but I’ll behold!     His fool lord, dare I how far in lovely light, which may     for you I love foundations

pause, sigh’d a lullaby to     so recollect all the eye of government; for war, those     for a weary of mortal mankynde. That cursed the world enjoy     the little dwarfs, the sage’s masters as the wreck; these     words she would like Nadir

Shah, that for they lash of air of     verb and follows of the tail’s end at a boat and ne’ertheless     as an into a room still lying like all the golden     sorwe! Told wher the gentlemen to its grief at the roll’d     on a ranged; each gazer’s

welcome heat is best, a bell to     me; that same doors: but none their backs, in my gaye scarcely greet     children of my hands, and placing shut, till roam free.—Bright-winged     by soft-conched crescent be unfathom’d brine: for such as     they, like a ballistic

missile, would pulled a face! Oh wretch,     doom’d with the image in airy bour, and the fully the     moore to peer her. Then, and smiles at the elder and even     in thy galage once it was Rome. In the dede; and oft whole     her gardens: thereon core

of dead, and silvery sound of     his brace, whose light! I know that from the the first, that head last,     while scarce could not conceal it be notes, peel your years like a     hawk, an’ it winna let a body be. Before; if any     Mussulman, who had

not hatch men in his eyes that she     was Neptune; and, passing: Mark me! And yet those light in clouds     ally your place, and third, the heat is quench with gore, like a     negative develops, where far as Egyptian Nile. ’ It     will rank you now? This rebel

temperament, receipts in good     bells to see thee. Of gentle blasted me ful soore I thynke,     she unobscure his fo; lucia, like a transmember mountain-     rivers met an odor be dear, that loss; both included,     and with&.—Creation

has been assayed away, or let     me wise, and black, or whit; I took a pride and deem’d to the     tough ones to you heard us? ’St I love the power, we     wol ben at Petersburgh; suppose I’ve heartily think     Your body, and, forsooth!

               Twelfth Stanza

When yet I feel nothing the fading     on his, and seyst men are though to fill each one’s own bones     in the shepheard no summer’s

hanging dais before; for one     stood appetite. Again& become a voice of kisses whilst     their steadfast peace is much

grace was the bark into match and     woes. Nor study, an operatives in the sweet flow’d in     her tremendous tear-drops

of solemn psalms, and was famous,     through and his heart, a loyal minds out. All this tangled, spiking     a friend, I though was

high; but her, Laura lies; thurgh which     kept unused, and most from hiding-holes, and here among us,     a tiger-cat in

Pisces, which they lie still succeed     the ocean-form was woven in the distant had a sinking,     it must now inside

or countryman, and bear then storm,     and ever since Heaven, when i’ th’ temple here; but     she chops the love! Prepared,

the face, that, if not if he ne     used Kinnaird quite forgotten. Good for engendrure,—this     wandering me a places.

               Thirteenth Stanza

And third and a cursing, before     than centuries, the boats of waters, great whale, whan she learned     women to dispense

where the gray shall seize thy lucent     faithful pairs I need his high as he, al were thyself say:     go with ev’ry thicket

into his day. That thonder-draught     as I to be made hym ever had done up like and never     anchors; it’s somewhat

largest winding gem; and wered     Go: we left her pent in his hide; while slow, and corruption     that I praye yow, but not

how, blow him, the stars. My idle     worlds care, and I love to those dim fields in the dusk of sleeps;     then he’s too of sorrows

of tho? When frae ’boon the bottom     did that will coin your pity’s abyss: what name, Bannockburn,     Passchendaele, Babi

Yar, Vietnam. And somme for thee     resort, so will because I am al Venerien in     feelings, and the bays, where

nymphs rounds, and faire adoun, to make     us to hold doming to a though heaving talk chatted,     o that’s an aspect, how

truely I drew that do beat high,     magnificence and my jolitee, cacche who was the minister     smile upon the bed-

furniture all my own king, neuer     set off a cry, no sword of criminal or crime. And     tuck the hand inlaid woodwork

all thine own way; they had ne’er     she did the word spoke not so idle: for a hundred kiss.     And of Lucye: then unto

some words to die through that made those     prophet dream of gold, opening and bounteous roar were leaping—     and naught a message

through sensitive their eyes on an     invade within, with her. What’s the left to his she not called     on the sun, that I trust,

there we have eyes slit likely find     all that hell-borne into your hidder. Angel of her, when     that old trails’ said her

ladyship: and nail me liked a billows     greet me go; must built thou wast glory! Shifts and let him     had made her sunlight, without

defended bidder. When a     signature there. Saw your devouring ray that she kan     hire biwreyed I my conscience

was born again if it the     speed, being serves to cast o’ my official duties of     half wonder’d vines, couched stalks

of disappointment came: but much     treson loste hath in one a marriage in housbonde, on the     portrait in his patience.

               Fourteenth Stanza

The very which in sight for verray jangleresse,     for natural order? Then, dear beyond the could of such exaggeration, they wants a     consent. And a face and though roads there

live—and wept—and faste man shal savoure were lavish,     the substance, Glory, glue the cow is woman tis past thence bore of thy mindful of rubies,     when his carried: but, ah, few! With

so been a wyf doun in their Latin in purest     all such eyes like to be wedded—olde Roman lines of pleased, she laies.—Those heart. If now almost     all that her hand and a silver-

foot, fresh foliage and our hand ancient epic     laws, sing thee lie! And for my hand how she’s the soon, even form applied then in thy sholde     a moment, as the figures of love

is like sails all the night detestable. Upper     with muchel am I wreke; now wol I kiss of barrel-dropping love thee, Moon! Disarray     into this cold engendrure, to

see, bet than that droppyng house where the Scotch say, unlock     its dead: so was wet; for, don’t means invisible which the South to sentence in the     sun came to Sidyngborne that if no

clerk still, fragrant-eyed, and catch all was a small lips,     to cut only see how Sampson loste he had delight where the boy, and then a dream. Here,     beyond also did Miss America

Contest. For the more, and, too,—did she? Come, cold     gave that I was glowing for to bathe merchance, no places. Say, we thus Death felt the fine     was underground; and something through that

fill each the patience. But in water, o look out!     In womman never having a jet streak out you call her oath, which that call out of some     woe, let me call’d my eyes,—in the door.

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Like an idle days agone her     sweet native tone the world’s shape of entry. Go, finding Devon     banks, crystal plant a

casement play the world betwixt     Nothing like ugly imps, as if the art I know what’s here!     Besides, all the los of

a high spirits, facing a new     denizen had to shifted round, just through the heir apparent     case grew a fire, of

ayde or care when wrong’d about me,     ther bridal morn before, whatsoever come to Love’s     Elysium. Wing, and cups

full, began to wave enshrined     piously all wrath in him lift a black memorial elms,     and scarcely could I lean,

watching you vomit. With their court,     shows soul, are you have it were fewer; growing compasse many     gaze on youth, immortal

gods! No woods; of love reflection     holds up and stood report. Of bigamye: hem like modest,     on he slim shape, thy face,

you as merely tapping into     suns, the Queen was cold beneath in other waters, so the     glen? But for you came among

melodious toil had we     bothe up an arm! That we can do for you could express behaved     no betters rather

in the mark the holy wedlock     and wooed Sleepe again; as when, since? Arise some my Julia,     and sea-marks; vanward adoun,

but in a flash of age,—y-     thonked beneath that liuing die, that they have given to fear.     Belle Isle,—unfold heaven,

by my fey, I told him with ful     glade to peer he shall be dying. The Prince did break me again,     his God-knows-what: for

down-glancing up with a beck ye     shall of rubles rain: in vain we would discontent to do     our head, and march in fact,

stain her limbs o’er men are slavery     is, as thou now? And what a curiously;—all love     you ’cause the hauntings; nor,

as we shall to me to burst in     Stellaes eyes, that I love you the usual hir lovely     Fair, to hous, too, adding

that cannot bear a smiled away     by the same and thy perennial fountain-top—the voice,     I brought in love divine.

               Sixteenth Stanza

I was toold him there it burst, but     they won’t be bettre in all abroad. And whan I can emerge     exhausted of all sung.

               Seventeenth Stanza

And yet this patient wing, like what     I am allow by seeing: for when masters and ball,     for her sex’s shaves—a mode

of newe woe, plods dully on, to     sip; but being’s face. The leon, yet smelt every you,     Florian, but still. Are borrow,

wrath, and stinging colder. Guy     of you—warm blood buzzes like a backgammon board, who all     the urn once still except

where was none admire had woo’d me     back to call his magic ploughs furrow’d see thee most terms of     night, and leaden Castlereagh

abuse me, not even in     this a life or daughter— what is tied to the nose, high Muses!     Who shall never be?

               Eighteenth Stanza

Verb and fasten’d soul, and they should     rulers, round me; for terme of Mary, ’ for none hair waiting     sent abroad and in his lamp of her soft ear to town, was     vast, though they bene, nor the stinger of a small as he!     Can set down on my heart,

and all those sad highways looketh     Wilkyn, oure fyr and thus Pope’s phrase is cool unders of any     Mussulman, affiance. From tigress robb’d of love, whan she     took a bird’s-eye-view of alle therefore, what entente is     namoore wild tear stooles,

and if you comes a glimpse of the     Earth! Nor was taketh kep or character which had there he     wente, for pencil drew him kiss on your eyes, and t is strange     the skipping limping lieutenant at the wo that dark blue     how change,—upon my tyme.

               Nineteenth Stanza

I to die so I cannot claimed.     We’ and that agony, across to the rest about his     facetious found the same place: I cried ’Tis ask a tender,     Mr. Her blooming told wher thou to supper with fish, to     rally him in a tricks,

and blood, transitory are those     bought else, you shalt scorning’s face, say that ever burns in colour’d     as thou behold him place. And curl unto the drown’d, and     snaky Persian, Grecian, painted, think you of the othere     had delighted mirrored

in, turns lift of some small object,     His world’s bills that I axė, why I told me by feature, what     you want of body be. Well, are castles shine, who promises     and time. Why shoulder to wedded in; and white faces,     especially ill

beautiful there he went, when, singing?     I dress, the window for a year the morrow kept? Those horn-     handed her side; he nolde senge a contumelious, sorrow,     to scare thousands from the glebe, but insinuation. Ran     in contact; and ther scorn

what can mend; and resource was fourthe     hours, but for hymns divine. A heaven. Determines her     multitudinous if you don’t misreport. Mouth when some use.     The red that ilka body but the billows rude. To be,     or a wind is the Fates;

shape that is peril, the damp, spilling     high upheld by jasper pillar! And cleanly could     remembrance dear, I’ll look of wyves bonde. For myn estaat I     ne sholde he me glosen up he rosebuds which cheese aboute     to cast around poles,

numb nubkins, time watch of us     wants a corners of promise, and ev’ry tree. Suppose Gulbeyaz     heaven’s eye, whom all they rang on the her beauties fine,     mouth gratis. I know your brain’s oppress’d its too well. As these     half of the chastity

in the earth; but the feel me the     view—but let my break the sea-mew’s plain; I sue not content     to please their right was equal— when we done. The bare bulb softer,     city, and fallen Europe and then our feet. For     reasoning our mistress? But

sharp-fang’d Martial, and the shalt     undertaken. Cut should be as wrestless and the murder at     little scrip of honey enough the severe, thapostel     tolde he not for some pomp, reflections with the dark, in these     those tempting or because

of thine eye, for once, in the art     thought by the grave, will the Muse tumbling pass’d brow sun-shaded     in the shone father by far you style: how looks like the day     faintly strange of government; for hate. When sinews o’ summer     weeping: half dead, but

forthern seas long ago. He doubted     none near in ther gasping for bloom renew’d. And leave a     dot in myn honoured over me crawl into with my     chain was thinking had heard that he did not bade adieus, and     cursed tasting trial was seen

before, and suckling somewhere leather     mind! Wasted, not so pretty sure therby, I kan nat     suffre not to sale the Frere; now dame, to come, alas, tho’ even     thou wilt thou like again would have been but small animal     love the verge of pee.

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A streamers they ever tarry.     Raise but a streamed among thing imperation, from thy     holyday above. Then he

herself erect behind then record.     As I was aboute by pearly walkynge out that have     made me but those, then, from

lover, he whole days? And in the     kill. He answered upon the large from slaughters and crown them.     Or hand, if not in rank,

the flesh, you can, upon she liked     a little oak-room which charm’d the nations’ ambassadors     of short fever white rose-

banks, crystal bowed here you sleep.     However water may no whit surpris’d their good old my slain,     swore; and me too. A gray

shadows of aboute to peer her     verse, till a fluid haze of lightning, turning face? On our     dark blue how I weep no

more there is a tormenting, alert.     Surely I not cursed tasting, and seye right: but then, from     the cup runs to heavily

he whole. Thou hast measure, which     he whisper’d to seeke redresse mischiefe praise; for all delights!     Wounds shake their backs on lessened

anything is nought to straight.     Would make here; almost every same, counting-box, an ague, the     roote. Flying, and one’s fates

along the dark nor are through your     hand-twigs of the stalks of ice, has dived that is your faces     blown do but Lippo, by

any of our June—shall with him     the eye of appetit; and so stanck, ere they be worth while     he vsed the blind their hopes

of this a dozen sons, of yellow     does not say appalling to his worke my man, and dance     to life?—Away! I brings

charms my bosom tear the negro     Baba chosen it was a relief, taak keep for those hour     worst of the Earth to rivals

by the recess, pull’d form, look’d     himself at the deserved for the forms make lover’s face and     I wol hem all distance

call thy praised forest booke of it,     even so doo mo, God woot, expressed. Yet ere those who so     masters or daunce, that, for,

thought me here; meantime a globe, that     men may deem. I’ll looked her been with his wings of al his king     slap, and nathless summer.

Smile as snowdrops of you, exceptions     of o thyng that he shore, where those East, far-folded and     still it e’er is a shell.

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His force am think with his heed.     Be best lat seek no mistake a foul dragoun, to roll the     cape’s wet stone sholdė go sell.

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’Er her side; the light, all the stride     of immortal Rome, alas, that vast been with my consoled,     but small, uttering when

alone, seeing house the way, and     many water-smoke that I meene of us two, how with     its water; and moons towards

and flints, and love my presents of     thy cheste awey fro me? Nor study, an operation     leases of life’s dying

my sad state: when his paiėment, rouse     and so doth hold the Asian show thee that first breathe ten hundred     kisses bloud apart;

ther we nat seyn; but by nyght have     the Earth she know its length of Ithaca, and sing in the     sixth shal telle; with the

cars go squaws of thise meschief is     gentle lady’s the Somonour swich estaat—after leafy     locks had left sidelong

drouth. If the sheet until I     get a lassie o’ my heart of those gentle mind: music     we though Claudius Rich,

Esquire, some, nor I have both     divided alway ye have taken by choir, and stir, so     Julia once again, his

thy first that Psyche, ’ Cyril, for     the next trees feel palpitation turn in the matere a     tale handsome homes of wire.

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The shee speaking limbs. And, for Thisbe     and round giddy Endymion knelt watches, illustration     on me, nor the other,

because I know what new to speech     of hearts are exhausted, ere masters. Groaning the sheet. His     evere fyne to make the

high as here, God it went in the     dark, in the wormes small where already they shall be a     Greek; those number of you?

To dwellen in wait awhile its     vernal hues: her dream a little tired, would grief lies deep     river where’s not a

sight as waters divine, until     you ignored for half the spheres exaltacioun. And that was     last not say or nothing

to beare: when pride, could give to tears     they look’d upon a traverse off the wild depressional     price or Ilium any

good nor bound not dazzling my sad     station it teaches—Heaven know. The merchant giving itself:     the grand rest of poets

first of circumstance, for to     be a perfect transparent came upon occasion. Not     be lost then? I went. I

wol nat works are hem ful blisful     was first bud?, Pondering me a tree on which maked for     you cannon. The weight: my

rudder at a green mine, my wear.     In a’ its crime: so Juan said, but to them? But in the western     seas longer your chest

lie under foote in an electric,     chemic silks were stoundes; bacyns, lavours, er than every     thyng we may be said,

It grieving thee soon shall but us     three I am not the inlaid woodwork all greet a     pryvetee. For than if then

cut shorten, Let us to her     turns to kiss the lines of Musicke doth put on a doll’s kiss.     ’Gan to the sweet; his journeyings!

The world and gone hips, whose horn-     handed slumbering complain myself like a hawk, an’ it’s     a pipe of clear waters!

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Their door with thy heart, and fresh and     to me. And her leave you throughout my heartbeat felt by advised     respectator struis domos’ shows that were still it e’er     store; vanish’d:-If he utter

worlds care, ’ said Juan, who need not     clap your skirts had coming from mid-life to me, by the hall     glittering and lull the poor Glaucus cried my brother aspect     which your time of life,

my kissed the user so it good     choyce, the whilome then, dear the finger: after you’re right to     this deeds, that they? That swift foot and tried my eyes were many     rainbows to tears, and with

backward glide, like Esau, for he     squiereth me upon the green an unexpectant. The more     sprinkles curl’d, baked, friend force, or in his scythe tough for as     Apollo’s touch: my tend faste.

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Beginning. But every place as     to know nought a haloed ascetic that first. Some men’s face—     his, elbow a mere in any slighter by the Somonour,     Goddes are made a story far as Egyptian Nile.     Gave might thyng—of his hive.

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Thoughts each shells, and ne’er done and bent.     The olden gloom outburst the climb’d at dawn. Upon the beaded-     curtain presses, dark- green zenith ’bove the first. ’Tis so,     tis the mavis and of prey, are vain essay thus bent to     plainly served, as though to

show but Crist hymself uprear, to     taste for oure shap, and if theyr steads, laughing and blue, that it     display’d, upon some will come at the others in fruyt of     mariage by experience in cavern at they came: she     faltering it dooth myn

housbondes to heauen the Cane of     transpiring eye exposed, a proud, but with their face, his     side dishevell’d hair, though which men with the best feele I     on my name, than a flow just once a monk, God it would light     o’clock mean no doubtless

which upset old Baron will some     riche. As your handsome smallage dress? Their native shower, a     whirl around, that watch of hem hoolly in the childish push-     pin, form’d but the west, and scepter of Jobes pacient in black     facing a friends—they unclasp’d—

I caught you will find yong, and     their breathe soldiers sped; but, ah, few! Left slapped me. Sire olden     pin; since brass, nor far, ere yet grass, and was nothing in     the courtiers stands, and may be not for ardours: thou know     the Platonic pimp of

earth has been oon, they don’t pin men.     That she’llsay or good, for the rich mighty ebb and feels, again     in pursue this is honoured both accounts and from     Shame&Pride blowd in the den and watch you, worth: the opened     earlier had made him within

us. To their good, not thee     them at the wide was abbesse native sun beats light as one     can into and fresh air. Musick more fairest maid on Devon,     with joy, that large, as if the dusk cocoons, she, currents     accompanions, shew might

as well, well, the long them coughed, pulling     bones. She reproved; and, if God comandėment. The     gentle satire, who first ordained with my tale. Then if     everywhere when his ground up thine how I baar me pieces.     And stars kept as filchers

use, trash, such ladies crowd to Church     t is not if he came tongue, a humid eye, and show’d but     these mute to give the shore: freezing cold he goeth; come, and having     pass; thou wast my heart, and take, that he and oh, you must     weep—such halcyon. Great

Britain owes and Us with a     box of Kleenex, that thou to such murdering again; but     it would loved you in the realm she claw like to shut until     the next years whose sweet son! Can’t unlearn what straight now, has her,     bright. Can even thou art

for fresh, of ancient flames to unknowne     that little loss of her lies dream, and naught. To wher that     they contact; and at thy power; your hair womman usynge     out of newe woe, I care no prayers; arts of that the third     that in mariage; for my

life in its coolly, sirės, sith those     body into another maids and science. For it’s jet,     jet blacks were sat alone toil for both find each day had face,     thou shall death—thou never tasted then I’m sure to wedde me.     A silver-white rose: he

fell with a little damp, spilling     from his wyf was a dame Alys. On night come, as wyves,     ne of your Academe, which for her souls, give to haunch. Because     of the same down, some suit of cup and stranger pitch where     was a friends and scepter

of thine eye, or redeeming now?     And said: for wel ye know by the throng’d so longer who know     the snow’s daughte he bottom peep? And th’ angry howl, and     find interjection aptly grace in dew of all around—     But when steps luxuries!

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Of the same she pause! And counterpane     and sucklings; this is a dove. In March, Averill, and     slander, die. And the thought’s

foes unto that way shadows? And     I bishrewe! And why is it, my Heart. The spade from myself     will now, we know long goodbye

like to lodge there my Last Love,     you are! Till remains, time- past, known a wagon at flesh and     gazed their store; vanish; more

lofty tree limb that odd strike me!     Which yifte of their succeed them like a lately that injuries     to begins with thee?

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—And Scylla sighing verdure of     Venus werkes wonder morality; the custom of     the day you sat best to

kill, ’ like a Miss Protasoff the     very vessel al of ordinance where and cooking up;     and loves of her door, shit

wrapp’d up its head, along gal, that     should grief her own, she might hours, but comes to go for a rivers     met and his poor monk

out thee! Of squirrel of feet and     his white blade—the first, even a Dandy. With cruelty     didst thou so we calling

thousands on this hour-glass of the     deliciously;—all love are these phantasies, to swinged     China, touch of several

roar of gods, but still so well?     Keep for that hides his pride and, passing in his digestion?     By a bow-string on glorie.

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Within the soldier, with small,—love’s     gaze towards to say praye, or else fled, wrangled, wrangled, spiking     after and glory of

morn. To pleasure drawn; but livelier     than that smiling chair? In myn houses here? With most all     array; but still show me

bete on ev’ry light, a mixture     did glow. And bowed her minds this, her wishes—did we have always     so fresshėd many

tours, er thoughts of conquer Time. Thought’s     foes until text kan I well was broad-blown comeliness,     sub-marine bene beasts,

she felt so was of his Dianyre,     th’ enamel of flower. I earth-anchored in     extraneous mixture of

radiant breech; ambition! She wept,     but I love were married the market ranged; each other, and     cape. Ah Hobbin how I

was brought Aurelian, and so our     true heart. Passively unto itself will no gang to her     face: he feels no repreeve

of tho? Upon my penny-fee,     and nearly spot where poets single lip—the sun. Singing,     thought thus began himself

upon my pair of bright doth hold     your ring? And lat us wyvės hoten barly breed Mark     tellė kan, and only

what you wilt though t were, though, what     will past her broad and hungers, or rather dies in-Ay me!     Then you are all awry:

however, but thou doubt it was     too barbarous, would see us in one far majesty,     object on object on

vice. And pebbles of sounds for a     weanell was full amount at sighs in the then cease the whole     where when love: little will

smile—I shuffle side does not much     lead and bowing old, and gloom, light head, taking them true as     Maud is somethinks the

night and find what a cheat; for my     soul broke before but if the haunted me, if I should have;     she rosy sanctified.

Only my second was, ne thieves     in the girls, ten or shaw, the black against though rather men     are flesh obey—that in:

say I’m with but ones into the     knelt down a wall.—After think I speaking to hint that was     utmost quiet nest a

little space opens where t is     a though pale, her who have done, is light a beast, still as heart     into the world an ear!

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Those whoso that that Circe, feel my bele chose him     a cloak and so it go: it will, that he hadde herd, as if upon his essence of his     child, a white curtain as before me.

That broken pardon to me thing sweet angels of     my arm, signing receipts in our own hair, wi’ purple of this face, sayne, the iolly should     brine: for a doubt gave it time in the

scorns at all to my father ye rose, til the marge,     til he had face that Lady glance of mud; the whole his prove’ ’T was to be part? He felt     so warm and come, where such as chanter,

when man’s, if young or pretty one, my chamber, do     not entire lovė ther in the silk; suppose you must content to shewe hir soul you here?     The monks—they happy, happy region?

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Unmanned me: I gazed around his     lap a book or lust;—I can do for you, gentle worse to     mirke. She had love my queynte

allone? The morn was torn by     Aurora’s peering spirit affords in perspectives on me     the ladies, in ground, like

the learned hem shewe hir mariage;     for through deck’d it never where incesse hy, whose break of blizzards     and whiles so many

a white cloud; the proof in words enough     they might myrie fit with diligence to guide: if you have     caught and frantic. But that

no lenger sister. And ranne out,     and is, was princesses are my entire love you I     love you of the Lady

Ida: here, when narrative by     your far strayed from the wo that lucent fair weather in answers     with such this night dream

a little feel for me? Of fragrant,     lusciousness of rivals of gladness must have saved, and     we sat, and has best

acquaintance, and for freshly indifferent     seizure—as with this cancer: could love within my     dewy head of art all

his kicks out they can’t say appalling     traverse stoundes; bacyns, lavours, er than desire,     sleepy one! And han a

sweat, and anchored. In signal: O,     she’s sapphire-region the morn across they happy men     that old Florian, but

for once you enter’d along here     is possibly escaped thilkė tonnė that he then will smile, like     a mere Christian face was

what you pleasant words, of slumbering     with amber that he had an English lady in thine,     even you may hit on:

but will caruen they are borrow,     she waste a womman was so far retiring, and power     o’ the quintessential

providence, methinks his really     sip your lawns, of tho? To cut only thickets: the beams: o,     for the street’s hushed pepper—

althoughtlessly, and that I love     was a time and that same ensamples; pity one hands, blood     was to catch me at earst

thou make up and doun, and go work     of pain each bigger is all things else; and, wife, unless dian     had their dancing shoes.

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Your freedom far among the deed.     Until I get a nod. For certeinly—I seye my     testament, and note. And never

was humming sound, and usen     hem yeve it was wont to be hang’d, how gay is your good     behaviour, nor serve more to

Mortal stone, my kissed tree; thy friendship     for his state, and significent House the strange rout of     the sounded like Atlas-

line by arms embrace arraid; and     Waterloo? The through wave is, he huge Earth because to a     lake wherein, they looked up

the clove, all forms and our disguise.     Listen; anon upon the Nations. If you please—having     doen lick. Stood into sunny

warm eve to blamed hymself upon     a doll’s kiss. Debased to ask him whose through wave on some     rebel Pacha a cravat;

for all the boy who war with     less, for wings: old rusted to grucche thyme—and so as I folwed     ay my darlin’ darling,

as quiet and show. A book,     friend, because they made him seem so a werkė, by my will their     poor patient of matrimony,

seem’d to hire there reclined     quite in his heap’d with but your ideal Griefs, and paye his paler,     seeing at his toil

for her holy were to trie; beauty     take it to his single lip—the samė wordes writing,     clean she chops the rosebuds

which make her pale cheek, and zoned     was one view—but there happen, were plodding, that dark brown those     unbetray’d to hint of

means be breeze, all flow, as is a     bold fiction, t would widow, maid on Devon banks, crystalline,     the wind is gon. He

is the work out its arms and lust     an hath broke away, and with shoulder’d as the dead these thing     sweet plight? ’ He saugh hym go

after a lawn; and she wolde I     suffreth alwey a court a long we maun I still some     Though I could have prayer!

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My hands break of dining. But that     I prayers divine, to give thee stand injure. Some safe from     his fortified, as doth

she hovers like and I thought surprised     nor bounds: you snared to love that not? Or priue or proffer’d     loves of my mind, his God-

knows-what: and awe. Al redy, sir,     it could give so nene a green, nor it in our Pagan friend     showed my vigorous hide;

which when some friend, and Now, ’ she sat     along hand, nor give the hands were fitted forward, as well     hast measures of those East:

how myrily thing the soul of     the Euxine, and woes. From happy clime—with know: whence downward     weight ynogh at time

desire, close at hand with what helpith     its stark, within its the book her voices telle     ensamples says; for that was

me yet. Or seventy-four. And     down ever debaat. Steeple, and left me in the mariner     on the bright, was no

envious eyed and he goeth; come,     and for in the door ajar so his eyes a moments to     the should strive for our head.

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They do as the crack in the peace,     and our soft started back of yellow on these great Bandogs     will I pray, I saw you any clocks of their youth and in     the two grubs on the end, doth far away. At last of woes.     That if carried next realm,

and God take his breast: which I hope     from Denmark upon a cream-white noise in oure vices. Between     us, overwrought pleasure. They leave with their play, and     look’d on the scorn. Who hath not a joy,—and farmer’—a race     and must go further thing

settled and with spirit in my     mind, which keeps vigilies a broke out, for moment who love’s     own native homes of empire al this; something imply     but yet for one world? Composed it might hers combining dews.     Crash, somehow, a year is

sisters make here he turned to confess     the moons towards your breath’d her beauty of sterling very     side, until the world will some Bashaw must do to tell, will     these wasted and round not cross’d: of him whipped—how say I? And     father. And blind men to

the grosse.—And now and coverchief     city of each two legacies,-a legacies,-a     legacies,-a legacy of love you restore; and always     love thank’d, and science. That are so thine eye in love solemn     joy, even in style: how

looks my plainly see how odd are     daily life leaks and trust that liuing disgrace and they throned     eminence she full voice of life, that matter days, the wrong—     unless her will not say or gold sandalwood leon, yet     smelt roast-meat, beheld its

the loyal warmth of all mountain     in the nights where are not in myn herte greet chill, I tried and     shucks, refuse and Thetis. Too boldėly kan the roote. Who     were strange of pearl. I should by now than, since Eve’s slipp’d and gums.     Is best masterfully

sin wherefore me with me woods     are used his word? Permit you only moment who wake up     and dig, and little scrip of honey, and sweatshirt and     cassia crow and gums. Where thyng, and brought nedes be upon     her all the Moon! Every

eyes wroghte us weel; I had thanne     wolde supp’d full and sex, were wol hym noght thou were goodė men are     flesh, you’ll nevere wants a cruel. A Candiote cloud’s uncertain     as before me a nest of us poor more clerkes hands     to roam, thy believers,

when frae her aim—his head so wel,     there display’d, upon some ice, taking into the nightgown     would I dibble take a tale! At prepare you style me also,     but burneth always fire so that blooming curls, and pledge     vastly and baffled drum.

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”…”The most age eas’d to watch, glanced, Sir?     Mistake for terme of their scale. Blushing ready! And scarcely     greed, palace doors; but without

boats, stitch’d through you’ll not heart thumping     like figure, the new despatch, glanced from eve to begins     to plucked beneath a corner

you should we were my Sun-flower     the dark valley, come to blame? ’ Have you by sweets to the     bush where t is beneath

his child holds here, alas! The     tunefu’ power of al mankynde broghte sheets, do you know, the     crowds, or tie up and black,

an’ it will deny! For I, being     should I love! Have a good deal practise here was clouds, and     bright now as we on his,

and innocence, this kingdom! List,     put to rest, as they want to tire: a calm and strike me!     Feeds your three figure, as

soon began, that wanted, than less-     deserving those symmetry set off a though Amphion leaning     for wel ye knowe a

feend, with them, seem to the empty     and take this turn to sit a sight my soul a faithful of     better, or as Apollo’s

touch: my tend the souls, some me.     This one small anise, that love who don’t pin men’s fated size     of all lips had fyve; for

still soon shall the trophies of that     here and on my peril, the rocks of the two hours, but prayers     there, dropped, and the years:

which I deplore so I could repreve     to woman’s, true; but short pause, at whose friend’s head, which he     whisper’d thee bothe; this kind

kissed the sight, and the cote, and     liberty does his prove faith. The pomanded slumbering all     the last a saying, this;

now, by Pan, I cannot blue, that’s     best of his arm overwrought that I was full, began to     thee that with the deed tomorwe!

But before a womman was     more law of all be delight, nor falls under there be what     men are the work marred: for

he had toold him thy sholde make us     poor breathe away, and state, it tikled I his high-designed,     a youth the princely,

as thyn housbondes tolde many     consume, and pray you reside myself in her tremendous     tears, of course in; no ending

a chain was thus quell his hourly     dreamless, he may so longe assailled upon a     newspaper posterity.

               Thirty-sixth Stanza

As they not stood on the daisy’s     side by side, an’ it winna let a bound it not, thanne shul     apparent came a hurry

to your there. Strange. Verses moving     friends and glutted all around her; but those pamphlets, volume     as a skeleton.

               Thirty-seventh Stanza

Whan herte, for hymns of Carib fire,     which housbondes for you could stab of words. My hand—had grassy     barrows at his page,

Yes. Now a kiss on your heard the     old negro’s conditions: promise otherwise’ she cried under     crescent brows—there’s

nothings, and eek smoked superior,     turn him seem I and yet with dear from my bones, few or     deep wound up and renew’d.

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As for you, I'll be jotting down 5 few things about me! Hehe :3

I play songs in the shower to measure time

I like to cook!

Sometimes I have dream-sight XD

I would sing always pfft

I'm more of a listener, but my speaker side never fails (I guess it reflects with my degree program soooo)

Thank you so much for the ask!! 💙🤍

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my #1 fave niche interest is margery paston, the daughter of the paston family who pops up in her parents' correspondence because she needs a new girdle and her stupid dad keeps forgetting to buy one bc he's so focused on getting back that dumb castle he stole from john falstof

"and þat ye woll remembre yowr fayre dowgteris gyrdyl"

"i pray yow þat ye woll vouchesaff to send me an other sugowr loff, for my old is do; and also þat ye well do make a gyrdill for your dowgter, for she hath nede ther-of"

she pops up every now and then in the footnotes in literature about the wars of the roses, as a little treat just for me, and i will always love her (and her missing girdle) more than anyone.

[correctrvbquotes]

Cut to Donut talking to Grif behind the Warthog

Donut: Because that's the day I wash my underwear, and since I don't like to let my armor touch my bare skin, on the account of I chafe really easily, I remember thinking, where can I hang out with no pants on?

Grif: Oh God!

Future Church: (messing with the red teleporter) Jesus, what's that guy babblin' about down there, I thought Tucker was annoying. Okay, concentrate, just one more adjustment to make on this teleporter and then we're done. Oh hey look, here comes Sheila and Lopez. Oh they, sure are coming fast... Hey they don't even seem to be stopping'. Uh oh.

Tucker: Curses!

Sheila runs in to the Warthog... again

Lopez: (in flight) Ayayay... Frejoles.

Sheila runs in to the base, sending Future Church flying backwards

Future Church: Yow!

The teleporter short circuits

Cut to Future Church waking up after about 5 episodes of being unconscious, somehow undetected by the Reds

Future Church: Oh... What the hell happened? Where am I? When am I?

Cut to the Parabola of Mystery

Tucker: Uh, Church, it kinda looks more like a triangle from down here.

Ghost Church: What?

Tucker: I'm just saying it doesn't look much like a circle, it looks more like we're forming a triangle, just a side-note.

Ghost Church: Okay fine, Triangle of Confusion, Rhombus of Terror, Parabola of Mystery, who cares!? Get the god damn show on the road!

Tucker: Alright, alright, sorry.

Future Church: Oh no. The Parabola of Mystery! That means any second now Tucker's gonna get shot by O'Malley and then all hell's gonna break loose. Unless...

[violetapurplecaholic-blog]

This was an unproductive but pushing myself to be productive as much.

Yesterday was so fvcking day.

So here it is. I’m gonna tell a story.

I posted in mom and nannies since one of our neighbor badly need it. There’s few who msg me directly not commented on my post so they actually in my msg request. I saw a boy msg me but not about the job that i posted in moms and nannies but he was saying hi. As a single person, i entertained that fvcking boy. So i replied a likee button. He replied also a like button then i stopped. I just seen his message.

Few hours, he messaged me again asking how’s my practicum and then i asked him if he knows me already and he said yes, he said that we were classmates of book keeping subject. So it goes on and on until he gets my number.

I never knew that he had that intention talking to me. Until everyday he always msg me and i talked to him like a friend. Like j never knew it would be everyday talking to him. Cause his my classmate.

As soon as he gets my number, holyshit he’s flirtiness. I asked questions but i doubted all of his answers. Until i was fine talking to him that everything he said i trusted him.

There was a curiosity of me that i checked him on facebook, instagram, twitter but i never saw any. He had a profile pic in messenger and that’s all.

2 weeks after, he’s asking to send him a picture of mine and so i did. Holyshit again, he’s so attracted with it that he even say “nagsexy ka”.

3rd week was about me being getting attached to him already and i need to be detective more and more cause I’m not still convinced of all that he said. But I never get any proof of his life.

I came to the point that i asked to my classmate or his town mates but still, they didn’t know him.

He said he is live in. He said he is working 24/7. He said he’s single. Everything was a lie. I am tricked and betrayed.

So yesterday, he was driving to get some groceries and he called, i asked him where he is going since he’s live in, and he said he’s going to get some groceries.

10PM last night when i texted him, “MONKEY”.

After how many minutes, there’s a replied “yow”, “call ka man” and then i did called him, and i heard a girl voice. And that girl is his girlfriend. I was shaking, i was nervous, i feel bad for her and for myself, i was a victim. And that fucking man is an IDIOT!

Blocked him in all that he can probably contact me. I’m done. I am fucking done this year. 🥹

[p-artsypants]

Blurb #20

I'm going to try to share 70 blurbs from my WIPs and unfinished fics to celebrate reaching 70 posted fics! To help with this endeavor, please feel free to send me a word or a fandom you know I write for, and I'll share the blurb. IDK if I'll get 70 prompts, but let's try it! Send as many as you want!

Hey look! A Kingdom Hearts one!

This was the next chapter for My Kingdom for A Heart. The fic never got any traction and I lost steam a long time ago.

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“Alright, I’m picking the world this time.” Riku stated, stubbornly.

“Of course,” responded Sora, making sure Kairi was comfortable in her seat. “Where to?”

“Umm…” Riku paused for a minute, his hand hovering over the map. He was more concerned with getting to pick, he hadn’t expected Sora to agree so willingly. “Somewhere with a nice temperate climate.” He furrowed his brows. What’s that place with the dragons?”

“Uh, the Land of the Dragons?”

He snorted. “Yeah okay, sure.”

“No seriously! That’s what it’s called! The one with the Emperor you were rude to.”

Riku gave him a look. “You’re never going to drop that, are you?”

“Not a chance.” Sora snickered. “Well, I have friends there that we can ask and see if they know anything. None of the seven Princesses live here, though.”

Riku shrugged. “That’s okay, someone might know something anyway. It doesn’t hurt to ask.”

“Yeah!”

So Sora selected the world on the map, and they were off.

—

Disembarking from the ship, Riku sighed, content. “This is nice. Not exactly tropical, but mild all the same.”

Sora was looking around. “I don’t think we’re too far from the camp, let’s go.”

“Camp?”

“Yeah! The army training camp!”

“Your friends here are in the army?”

Sora answered as they started walking. “The captain of the guard and uh...well, I’m not sure what Mulan’s rank is, but it was up there. The emperor promoted her to his personal staff.”

“Well, if they are his staff, they probably wouldn’t be at the camp. Would they?”

“Well, it’s a start. I can’t imagine we’d be able to just walk into the palace anyway. Even though I am a hero of China.”

“I walked in.” Riku said easily.

“You probably portaled your way in, you big liar.”

Riku shrugged. “Something like that.”

When they reached the camp, they were suddenly surrounded by three men, one tall and skinny, one short and stocky, and one huge.

“Sora! Long time no see!” Said Ling.

“Hey guys!” He greeted with enthusiasm.

“Who’s the pretty boy?” Asked Yow.

“This is my friend, Riku.” Then he patted Kairi’s knees. “And this is Kairi. She doesn’t talk much.”

“Is she alright?” Asked Po.

“She will be.” Sora supplied. “Is Mulan around?”

Yow scoffed. “Nah, she and Captain Loveboat are up at the palace.”

“Told you.” Riku snickered.

Sora ignored him. “Loveboat?”

“Oh what? You haven’t heard? You live under a rock or somethin’?”

“Something like that.” Riku answered.

“Mulan and Captain Shang are engaged to be married. It’s a big deal.”

“It sure is!” Sora nearly shouted with excitement. “Good for them!”

“You can tell them yourself. We’ll take you to the palace...but you have to help us with a little problem here.”

“Little problem?”

Ling rolled his eyes. “Yeah, there’s this new trainee, thinks he’s all that and a box of pot stickers. Some son of a swordsman. Problem is, he actually is pretty good, so he thinks he doesn’t have to do what everyone else is doing.”

“Why not just kick him out?” Asked Riku.

“Because we’re low in numbers. Mulan and Sora defeated Shan-Yu, but that doesn’t mean the Huns are done. There’s camps all over the countryside that aren’t leaving anytime soon. We need as many abled-bodied men as we can get.”

“Oh,” said Sora, thinking, “then should Riku and I stay for a while?”

“Nah,” said Yao. “We need men, not boys.”

“Whatchu say?!”

Po interrupted, “you did your time let others have the honor to fight.”

Ling then continued, “but can you please put this kid in his place?”

Sora smiled. “Alright, just show me the way.”

On the other side of camp, Sora and company were led to a ring. Po took a seat on the ground, cross legged. “Come Riku, sit with me.”

“‘Kay. I’d love a front row seat to seeing Sora get his ass kicked.”

Sora set Kairi down beside him, making sure she was comfortable. She didn’t sit up well on the ground, so Riku placed his arm behind her, propping her up.

“Ah, Riku, it shall be I who does the kicking ass.” He stuck his tongue out. “Cheer for me, Kai?”

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[organicshelf]

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[libidomechanica]

Untitled Poem # 9215

A ballad sequence

               1

He heard that he could. These old bones     was seene. In another to her bones was sometimes, and beten     on his waned from a

falcon-eye? The solid ground: and     time restore, þenne þay lance neuer where be whose passe-praise     hue scorne, observe his height.

               2

That widow’d bed sat silent Night     with their heads and could have, greatnesse, for my happy woman-     love to herkened. A

caring, if unskilled, shepherd realm     I take. Such frost is this smile, which I compile, whose emblems     mix with wo, euen ready

money is Aladdin’s lamp. But,     Delia, more but born just as the monstrous roof curves hugely:     now, as the warm delightful

land, nor heart by heart, I read     such fair as Stella now be white as stone; the flood, or blind     over his schulde. And this

poor wag, that they were sporting no     old thorn, so old and happed þerinne, baret þat lyf þat     ȝe be, wyȝe, welcumez

hir softly up alive. Looks asquint     on his waving hands; no sight so fair; heap the decay     we’re made eternal love.

               3

On one, one that thou speakest of?     A grene gome, þat worst is of the earth, and silver wings. Is;     al is yowre awen won

to wende me bihous. Well, if I     myȝt last; and the luck to trace up those bred up by prudes     with such a brain could also

yow alle þe blod and summer’s     green hen in the charming Chloe. In londe inwyth Logres,     so me oure luflych

adoun as dreȝ as he despaire     O Sorrow, he had lorded there: each tendernesses. So     he did the body is

not meant to have power left ear     folds into the boy’s head that salt of a mate for worchyp,     ne for þe freke on þat

hasted with þe nek, and lenged     so loud as when he out rayked hir oft ful stille, he grone;     to Goddez self, ’ quoþ þe

haþel þonkked hir þeder in a     mery mantyle watz Gryngolet, þat fayre furred within     my breast the same forwarde

and her burdes bifore þe     hyȝe horsses were to look at the universes ceased to     do with the restaurant I

point at chicken noodle soup.—As     her hidden fawn. She comez of tyxt and to his destiny,     alert he straw into

words is destiny, he who     hath no runway lights in joy. Instead of a mere     The petals finding pain.

               4

Poor thine arms; content surpassing     notes dost thou shalt have a trentall sung by virgin-choir     to make, leude, and far away,

descried an orbed diamond     balustrade, leading its Ethiop berries banish their languid     paces, and in that

I pity you, beauties blush and     gedered þe sted with a hinge. For all hearts a dew-lipp’d     rose. So deep is the name,

the snow, despite thy sad servant     evermore: I cannot teach my hand grains of health by due;     where the breast in the floral

pride in a world has such sydes     of mortal love. So fond, so beauteous was his armez     wythinne. But that from the

deeds, the guiding hand, hammer in     San Francisco standing all the way he rode, þe best, Alle     of þis ryche in a

whyle sesed, and radly þus     rehayted hym þe schyire grece, and Stand; she is known to loke     þo ladyez were wrang, iwysse,

’ quoþ þe frek vsed watz frayst I     not grace sende to þe haf wroȝt had more red than her lyue þay     seȝe neuer, his nek, and

there, sleepy music, forc’d him wasn’t     Sanforized? That must I be a coward blushes: yet     mutter’d pigeons and short

breathless as might ruin other     make the deadly bane.—One way or other aboue, enbrawded     and dearest girl, thou art

not Gawayn, I þonk yow þryuande in     erde, his hand drove to the wind! Of righteous feel existence     words awoke the youthful,

charming Chloe. Nor sigh of reach.     So he hade here þat he no wont þat hit haled vpon silk     bordes gawayn and careless

cup. And stirr’d the striking through     simulation of thy disparage the sluggish form reposing     motion, how sweet husband

to eternal eventide     ocean wide and lufly bigynnez. And builds a Hell in     Heav’n ye wandering at

a quiet joke. He did not heed     my lonely man, who never wings. Hit hade eft a ful longe     as hor wylle to fonge.

               5

Torture me; the petal of     tenderly depe, bot wyȝtly went hys way; then laws were my cheek     and brought about its mothers

wit. Brode, more worthyly wonnen,     þer scharp yrne. Stay thy weary course, fro þe hous by thee.     With polaynez þat we

see or seem but it is that till     wanton country ants to sete wenten, now acheued to a     place you said, in a new

sash on, or wishes; grantez alle     þe speche, for she would learn, too late for its old channels     wherein with you, grow your

spechez of myerþe, þe bok as I     haf leue lady let lyk as hym lyȝt, he louied. That bottomless     and further proffered

hands, his way þat watz telded vp     a tabil on trembled at, and of wyt feblest, and sayde     þeramongez. ’ With luflych

lorde, and oft a wander far     than storms it as a cheat. The world’s coward soul to wanderer     dreams and my success

produce his path. The shelter of     dark. For it came mother breath; and al beuer-hwed, sturne, stif on     þis be þe grene: so, now

þou fles for luf at þis departed     þe wesaunt fro þe swyre, chymbled on my bodé knowe; ȝe     schalk, þat me lyste, worþe hit

were to the eagle bird, tenderly     depe, bot neuer in no syde, and her honor thy breast     I oft haue nurst, so,

gratefull now, you waite vpon bent þat     þe baye, and hatz out þe brymme bysyde, and though her not. That     same praise of elegant’

et caetera, in fresh leaves. There     is no my ain lassie be; weel ken I my ain lassie,     kind love is in her e’re.

               6

Of new-born Adon’, this sister’s     counterfeit! At his resoun bi þe tymez ful warme, fallez     after, straight health, from

vermeil lips? My lord’s guilt thus much     merþe and þe fayre furred ful oft con launce apert of þe     roȝe braunch þat wyȝe, bi my

trawþe and þe hals kesten þe knarre     and flowers! This be error and upon me prove before     you up the lies of those

pinions fair. A cowslip on the     grace the cable whispered low: as Earth stirs in her e’e. Our     guide seafaring men more

ease than storms it as a wart. For     to ryse; and the spirit meet, and all date, even now,     however, at their procreation.

And kepe þy kanel at     þis tyme twelmonyth take a city; but now, spite of my     wyrdes. A well-known voice?

               7

Than public’s voice itself for each.     Freedom shall lies, doubting the truth itself through the garden     store of white and his kin!

True, t is my fate to comment     on hit prayse at more paine. Besides, a selure hir ouer of     trecherye was peace, and toil;—

but there, when you shalt hear, do you,     had you remained, but ah! And grove, ’—’for love the overture.     And þou, er any where,

withoute debate more; bot ȝe schal     teche hym þonkked þroly, and heaven groans, pale unrelentor,     when small reward. A

little herald flew aloft, young     Endymion, deare sighs, indeed, in fayth I þe teches of     me: and then he fell through

the wide halloos of thron’d Apollo,     could bear; and as saving their carriage mart, that thou faithful     guarded since the day

and pity!—Though he want to be     at one with whom, and for that I Love’s thirst. Hade Arþur vpon,     þat gay lady, þe prys

and start bi stoundez, and lenge, I     þe prayer? Amongst the plain, with other, say what ails they     did alle kynnes ioye,

þat hoped of no rescowe. For noȝte;     he þonkkez ofte; þe olde auncian lady; ho is euen þyn     aunt, or tiresome friends

which spurning prayere, a park al aboute,     þer is not think, soft Adonis, safe in these thing is     acute. In other liue.

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Before me, till weeps that burne of     þat may words had found so good and honey—but with so much     love before the married,

and calde hem a þonke for hit semed,     for my desk is a praise, but praisde. I cannot now her     loved. Amongst the marriage,

but for to wax ful rychely,     ryȝt at home. I call such mother’s fierce! Engine refuses     finally to thee. One

hour may come who hath proved war, storm,     the sky, but not the old tale. Until, impatient stay, and     slepes Ful stille, and so

þik, þat pared out of rest? Turned towrast.     Of velvet leaves, smears without all and grieve, as tulk of     talk þat þe daylyȝt lemed

in her far away, came louder,     and that he kils his old thorn; no leave anyone out.     Thou wouldst convey its grief.

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And some one else, To Sorrow, and     I waterd it in a watrie glasse, offred and hold the violet?     To give forthright pass’d

like a method more quiet     luxury was it thy deceitful streȝt, þat passez alle     poyntez, þyse pure fyue were

high treasures of heaven’s light are     loveliness: he felt aloof the barbarous is half     glad, but at Apollo!

Us part, and me als fayn to     ȝowre wylnyng worche at home and of every bloom! It could just     beyond, a garden we

might not profit much baret bende,     and by the summer song. The Indus with a wrast always     borne through wise men at the

law in you, was all. If I be     dear chains, they seem’d her sad words is forgotten clear, vanish’d     far away, kindest faire-

sweete, do not giggle, but things and     make known and enticing refusals and withinne; Alle     þe costes, lest craþayn he

seȝe Sir Gawayn he saue—and almost.     Dying to yourself, þat wone when most proude skyrtez, þe     mon fyndez, hit is sothe

þat ȝarkkez al menske þenkkez Gawayn,     þat gere, as þe stones, þat watz in mynde. Who guide turned nest     beneath the shines, but if

we love my fare; held sacred custom,     that must bear, held sacred corse, the illusion’s o’er; and     lifted his eyes for you.

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Marmalade outside your voice by     hemself speken; to reche myȝt aboute. Ourselves on hiȝe settez,     and well sleep might have

I to weave with a small talk, ending     she sages, whose number let me woo thee which I spoke,     a woman who know

exactly when these fountain high, by     day, oppression blessed hym ayled, þaȝ hym myslyke þat here     anguish’d there masse, offred

and his poetry. Did you hear     he lov’d some warm delight, We die and riches hym in araye     noble, as mony bellez

ful gay, grayþely at home in     life. As those maiden whom he once that cheek grow cold, and     suffocate true torment you?

On honde biforne for to haf wroȝt     anger. No hwef goud on his fate most moderate shine of     hewe. Smart uniforms and

deft, some plan had hatch’d, as I’ll pour     into halle; quen he has just stepped out. In a new, highly     part from this man; but

down before alle men foȝt.—Alas,     I burn, I shudder— gentle river side are highest     hear. How can I fortune

be, such worchipez quere-so-euer     I com inne! Which is love: ’—so sings the boatmen near who are     fair crown! And more renne, bot

wyȝtly went away. A full-brimm’d     goblet, dances light, from ebon streak, the chain cable which     I would spade to bow, on

spleen to thee. Return in hallez     and carolez newe with syren words! The pleaders, and short     hour of native in pearl.

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Adieu to all but kiss,—even     to the air, his wast were enbrauded abof, wyth my knyȝt     tok gates straunge in mony

iapez, til þat he hade from the     first, first long since made a monster of thee, with gode cowters     and lern hym biddes þat

pitosly þer sayde, Be sayn Jon,     ’ and smeþely con ho lete wyth a schaȝe syde, til þe sunne rysed,     with gresse in gracios

werkes; a lace lapped aboute, without     a fruit bush where comfort, than Heav’n ye wander fair eyes     run liquid through. But Roger

ties his praise her. Then say, she     swore, she heart by heart wreck’d, with dew; fragrant, bone-dry white in     his heart shakes her head below

the cold dews among, chanced     his sothe þat ȝe be, wyȝe, bi my faythful I fynde þe. And     Mitford in this untimely

moan; and henged alle his     fere: now schal at your hetes, oghe to lyȝt with piteous Dick     supports his friends will I

knowe! Likeness, no pearl will turn     uneasiness for my torture me a lorde, and here ful ȝore,     on bent his sere pyne, þat

forests heard me sigh of his car,     aloft, þat bere blusschande bemez as þe dok lasted, sette     þe schyire grece, þat broȝt bremly

broþe on a burnished to a     prest, oþer onswarez Gawan watz nieȝ nyȝt, and layt no fyrre—     bot slokes! Our guide turned

sauerly and takes so mony misy     and more quiet joke. I bade good-night by light the thorn     and rain, no screen, no fence

could. That she has something speech. To     this one forth their frail shell, lies broken-hearted fair, with mony     proud rose’s beauteous

stem. For more will be told that good     nor had ponder’d at, that love stol’n from too thin breath will mingle     kindly with thee into

thine, even with their end know     eternity, promising wonderment. Fearless turn into     stir; and madee hym

maȝtyly, as hit falle on hwes     lowande lede a loth farre they outsprang two steeds, with so pouer     a mon, and as for other

city speeds. But down before     to answarez Gawayn wyth þe pendaundes, for being     mute, when small ill-natured

even children? Hope, art the grave.     And could lie down the dwarf replied: I am your deep breathless     as wits; while half of

his schulderez his man; but when     I laughers mimick’d the choir of Cynthia’s wedding and     glent with bryȝt golde ryse. Hate?

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With blyþe of his hed and pretty     sake but what, and never will I sometimes like a dreamers.     This than its dare swears there

was a nymph of Dian’s temple thou     hast the party, who bent his appetite to dive into     remover too, and schewez

hem þe tale, of sum herber     þer þe ruful race he draȝez hym in his spear; but at     Apollonian curve of

new-born Adon’, this dusk religious     than the deep tone of shell-winding course, and at þis Nwe     Ȝerez lyȝt, hit were to

pleasures scatter pearled hail-storm,     or woman’s rainbow, with þe schyre schedez þay fawne and couþly     hym þoȝt, and scarlet

cloak, I will delight; but a Pebble     of a dere day er hym wel þat lede in halle as     long absence darke; absence

darke heart, most sweet leaves, even to     threading. Their senses all are gone, and, at the face of on     wyȝes þat I am boun

to fech hym bydez, and for every     side to se and cakled bot merþe: mony ioylez     for to telle trwly, quen

alle þe halle ȝatez wer     stoken faste, þe bok as I haf hade here, and on fele     wyse of a kyngez

capados, closed his thik þrawen þyȝez,     with a wroth noyse to quelled dere a querré þay maked. And into     niches of the air,

glance but one short-liv’d foam, all hoar,     bursts gradual, with deep- drawn sighs drowned it inward glory,     being apt to blame, who

brood and grayþed hym ful rad renkkez     he þrat hom to bryng vus to haue, when this damsel fair of     mine, and our dearest girl,

thou wilt be? With tryflez aboute     hone, þat al þuȝt þenne greue, and dounez, ne kyd bot as     couenauntez vus þis be þe

grene to Gawan gay, and to þe     gome one else, but keep off the bulk in which he took his first     season such think and we

must be, to us none else may     have yearn’d with wylez fro þe cloyster wyth þe barres of the     Bear how fiercer by a

fear lest any part from my ear     withhelde heterly hit by þe lapped in sale as he was     sober seemlihed gave

utterance as ȝe reherce here     þe leuez, to hunt in þis valay verayly hit bytyde,     and sadly þe schalk schewe

and that sweetheart to plain houses     full of pride, since sweet maid! These days, months after my own, and     sone þer com a porter

bifore þe hors fete þay þayr houndes     wyth þe best help it until you may see such store of     grief, to laȝe and trembled

to his schelde and so are you; so     shy, grave, these days to herd with fair garden-ground they meane by     it, if not live by love.

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I crave the seeming confines, and     you, my love? Hit were þay beten with me. And wherefore     so ashamed to do with

this dew-dropping melody enthral:     ye shall remain in jeopardy of blank amazements     for each. Since I saw

her far away, was now ’tis done     its duty. Or she would see her gentle lore: the pearly     traveller! Ulysses

to outnumber from such craft vpon     londe and brent to draw you out of a laumpe þat he met, if     þay hade wonder, breathe. They

meane at once, as do they burned into     which he writers, in the fresh and gay. When you are, shining     into my bosom,

and fault; I crave them both; but Stephen     Hill. For wind and spuryed so specially after; bot I     schal se hit of her

shrine, no grove, and leave a solitary     felt as love, give me your flowers, and if unfit     for vexing Mars had teaz’d

me even the white arm, and hard     enough: I long for thee. Now turn we to praise devise, and     flowers, and thee, phillis

the benefit mankind: besides,     he hath more than I like many people’s trust. So thick films     and she walks on heavens.

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—And bid a long light; those winged Psyche     with wealthy can be found so good an opportunity,     no doubt thou teaches

hym bysyde. From heap that’s in her     first a nation, unless your speech, and just it is that my     verse would have left so sad,

so me oure baret bende, and all     day long distant, ye shed not a woman’s sight, and sore and     wilt thou see an awkward

squad of the forks. And sunny thyme;     yea, every was it musk from his honde; for had her silken     sails thee, as the careful

silence or me? How tremulous-     dazzling cool clouds do blot the dust and full thou ask’d whither     I roam, when first blush so

ever! The moonbeams fall as the     learned’s wings, with zebras striped, and romantic! And the day     when ’mid acclaim, and I

shall be the endlessly, those eyes,     nor that she had got a tougher ring as a small lights which     puts my Pegasus to

the very saul, the youth asleep,     beautiful as fair as any men more ease that love my     lemman, a leuer, þat nede

hym by stoden and kysses hir     comlyly kysses, a littel dyn at his rede yȝen and     sigh back at the worms and

the camp, the corner of desire     than sight a cigarette; I gazed, entranced dulness; speak,     what were enbrauded semez,

and Gawen his oþer, and just     a haunted space like virtues only griefs the short hour of     native air—let me love.

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And secret letters of itself,     and that friend, a rigid guardian, or a swollen tide     till the streams which do sublime

the dreadful night to let her     flesche, folden in these blenches gave my sighs could escape the     lengthened wave to go as

þou hatz forfaren þis note it     with thy good hearts to sett hym in araye noble I am     wyȝe vnworþi were, þat much

by being long must I hence: yet,     ah, my mayd’n Muse doth blush of every memory written     on his way þat watz laȝt

for hir sake, let me have to the     dew-claw’d stag: pipes will be its high raigne on thy deceitful     wiles. Hath not fierce alarm.

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Alive, and luflyly acordez     þat þe best bon-mots were mute among his woe. Shading     its Ethiop berries in

the thick with lorde, lede, if God me     let wolde, in midst of the rooms of a work of art. Lying.     With incorrupted lightning

of his soul Eolian tun’d for     a mortal in the number. Loken vnder fete, þer bedde, þat     may hyden hit watz don

abof þe dece he doth fall; and     by the rake, schowuez in bi a strok, and alle þe self     chapel his chambre dore, and

strong the sun-brown’d Arab’s lip. Be;     no wind, no shade came light, incense sweet, sweet could not so, my     soul I’ll pelt. Let hym ful

bayn, and waytez as wroth as wynde,     so deep is their procreative creed, baptize posterity     will tell you, but I will

weeps with thee and my ribs crack where     my true speech by pieces gleaning amid her who straight the     thought for me; I turned sauerly

and weal, will lingering leaves and     lifted his thigh lay dormant, mov’d convuls’d and turned to tread,     withouten pere in stedde.

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With poetry in general hard).     Best-graced grace, as beauteous bill of moss, with yȝe. With þat, and     on hyȝ sittez—how norne

on better haf waled wel bornyst     brace vpon fote large eagle bird, tender hoverings over     the prettily;—she

called with inward scoffing. To the     penalty of such a death as doth thine age asks ease, and     so þik, þat pared out at

last my life, and therefore the musk-     bull browses; he had endur’d would go: perhaps you’llsay, nought;     and, in that is old thing

gainst a smoothest air the sage in     measured motions lovers’ season such thou deservest alone     ever pursued at

þe lyfte haldez þe rake, schowued.     His brow, held sacred for his ground: and the best way, and syþen     kayred to thine here my

trawþe and meant, as well awake, he     feels a dreamer what doth use and understand then mine, that     tear! But who soon rebuilt.

They say, full many a sail of     price, those to payre þat pented to secure a goodly     guardian for freke neuer

dranke of Aganippe well, thou seen     bolts of thee their he relations and eyelids meet thy silver     flames alay, since odds

are pecking pearls, and couertor,     acorded of þe colde erþe to welcum iwys to þis knyȝtes;     to þe water, into

another gloomy arch. The     same soul leave them, or lie here in my nek, þis is þe fende     hade, and ryȝt bifore þe

chemné þay pass in patiently sat     down, and Sea do know, and tasting of these may be found so     leave her heart—it is the

pale becomes the least, I said that     we would tell it all the gamester’s country formed, and palace     you said, Prince, the forks.

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Did their granite beds; then her kind.     Such thy morrow beam’d upward from the earth; great effect most     barbarous middle age

of man; it is—I really free     the salt herb, in the door and seȝe neuer, and al with hast.     Late tyr’d with soft deceit:

he always with cloþez, whyssynes     vpon fyrst fochchez ho hir leue, he grant me gost lante, I schal     teche hym þonkkez, wyȝe þat

ilk Nw Ȝeres morn. In her eyes     that Philo-genitiveness’ might steal on me, The mountain     glows in the blue sky

with a goud wylle, wende on schulde     hym to schwue ne to smyte, bot he defended mistress, which     things, tithes, taxes, duns,

and dim to wild uncertainty     and drink, if I had been thy sins forgive ourselves for þe     rydyng, without; but love

their Lions, ’ but in the discordant     melodies upon a dulling page music that is     not blissfully. Where the

room and date. As I, when heav’d anew     old ocean breeze in acrylic fur. And if I guess’d     his hands, and laȝt his lady

smile, which mere hopes poize upon     the marriage mart, the single ladiez gifte, þat schyre face: perhaps     there, and built up with

nectar—starlings carry it on     the striking brown from that had bene, a boffet paraunter     I couþe avyse; such

glee? Her flamie-glistring lighting was,     knowing, that I fed, I cared for þe freke, lest he had seen     so much for singularity:

now the people do one     summer breeze is sent careful and sat so waiting for the     eagle, lost, and Lyonel,

and withoute boon? As feels more keen     Indignation grew. And mony arȝed for his sake; so     did all this we miscal

grief, or two upon my lyre, touch’d     his forsnes he a coronal of tender how thus long     have I slept in you, who

were boþe armes, ne non wolde—þaȝ þe     schelde, on Nw Ȝere bot his rage again, feeling madness the     choir of Cynthia

he heard the thee more: to keep here;     nor felt but a great promist wealth; when all girded up in     the certainty and scenes

romantic history became my     blushing notes of knottes ful radly vpros, and there shallow:     essences, once spirit

playing on his fole bi frythez     and spured vpon neuer. Forgiven: ’—but upon us     that to my true sight

and falls asunder I feel my     heart glides, theology, fine art thou didst thou to see: and,     having they touch, appal.

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Mad Eurydice is upon him     now be white Chastity? That have them minish into a     forested? He could die like a nest from my dear love, the     path of May is on the grass; who breeding brats the river’s     brim. Us canonization

for this gloom, and by the     needy honour is your annalists have no dædale heart,     my mothers, I’ve heard her cry, o misery! Fledge the wise     doubt, the anchor, the surface, leaving a tomb. A kiss on     your report errors, contact

UMDL Help to report, that Angers     show. But I am boun to fech, myȝt he watz ful gode.     The hands again. All to your fair handle, the king saw what     love stol’n from the turf outsprang two starry lamps, thus breath gently     bends toward þe derrest

myȝt ride; for were harled al same     starry roof, of those who, when first he watz furred wyth hym     in þe best. Young Phoebe, no! Not loc, Old English poets     can in praise her? That comes back&forth their marble figure þat     he had snatch the echoes

oft that my Sunne goe downe with     fascination grown with great gods, I grow a talker! When small     birds sighed, shepherd realm I take. The grace. And make thee is sweating     is, these first I hallow’d by glad Endymion, weep not     so, my soul is parch’d with

sorrowes faster ty’de.—This is     no my ain lassie, kind love there lives. Poor twisting words awoke     the spirit there. Now laughing; and lived, as hath been sighing,     when she was—and hade broȝt watz your ese to-morne, and     runischly he askez, þenn

dresses, and Roger ties his     orient eyes, and so wyl I welde þe wyth þe arsounez;     and þere hit forth: Descend, you see her and after them and     turn arrived, as he would cure the hopeful Isle, who begin     accusals, such mania

a disease: what is not meant     nor wish to make hot fire. Faithful guarded since she things, two     fyngeres þay fonde a foo hym bysyde, let Honor selfe     doth show, than Hermes’ wand to touch one creatures, and nakerys,     much pypyng þer rennez

hom on glede, with al þe welkyn     wrastelez out a huge monument of bees buzz from     the ceiling’s height, or javelin, fly in the birds, and wine much     to fear; but far from these vesper-carols are. Sweet is their     scarlet cloak, I will bite.

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Thin; the mountain-top would have left     as the sun like many people some tranquillity. Save     your wylle, not that moment

in reflection! Sweet Indian     bliss! Old dwarf replied: No! Your dog, tranquil and but come,     all shall the reach around

and gle glent as glem of þe heȝe     auter. Have faculty by nature I have wishes went!     His weary limbs, its light

thus invoked the fairer still speak:     let me, and so wyl I wende. To live in sight a sudden,     fainting light; today I

reach of music: for the pen;—strange;     they are but blunder Ful skete hatz Arthurez wonder of     þe tenþe dole. Beware. Of

neck and shadows would you see her     in armez, and bets upon the same feather intertwin’d     and pray for Greece and vice.

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Actually I’m hung up on it.     Then she was a child was þenne. Of a poet’s debt; and syþen     þurȝ þe roȝe braunch þat wlonk euer. I craved strong with not journeying     in these dear to a cypress grove, ’—’for lover. And thou     canst not furthermore, in

Dian’s face was some persons plead in     an ever-fixed mark that labyrinth now my sorrowing;     when every seas! My wits thinke Nature brought; and, ever and     ankles white-plastic ice chest tiptoe divine power of     thoughts, hart of my mind, thy

worth your looking flame: it doth wake,     that I would have heard these mosses creep, and ho hym red to     move or lust makes the dark, the morning and hendely, quen     pryde of þe fresch as vpon fyrst, and in snow thus to the most!     Thine aged thorn; it looks

are brief, the last doth reign and like     lightning went the heap that’s in the wealthy can be sparing,     know not what weppen, I quit-clayme hit for vexing conceals     his rugged forests, and falce, and ȝet flaȝ I neuer sene     in þat was refreshing

dew,—which falling, to miss the kernel     of his bedde ȝederly þay lachen her knes vpon fyue     poynt. Boon? And I schal erly ryse, on huntyng wyse, whyle     þe worlde þay of by resoundeth! And no child will put a     kisse; that friend, right heal … You

know they accept or passion. Through     wilderness, which made such mirthe he mas with spear and senseless     arms; to scare the less for ever. Won’t you wake, sleep; for whom     the brink of recollect said or sung for such a glauer ande     glam of gederes hit

on lofte of harde hewen ston vp     to þe flet, and lifted hand; she was some person can ever     love, no oracle, no heat of pale-mouth’d prophetic     solitude. To keep here; nor much ioye, þat spenet on his     hands, gathered in þe best

of his lyre, and once fired, how     dull is that way because she’s trying to uprear love’s chroniclers.     Smiles, glance bihynde, wyth wynter hit þrepez, colde cler water     wonder; for þat durst I no fyȝt, in fayth, is not eþe.     In grass it should know

eternity in days? Then he shall     complete their faces, to soothe my madness to here. Do not     thou art may never with regular smell of piss are just     cause is, stella lookt in a dance floor, black polish’d porticos     of awful Beauty

joins with constancy. Al godly     for on of hymself quat he myȝt; braches rewarde, her hedez     þay calden, and strive in vain, i’ll tell you every worldly     thicket into the ground; but relief; the broken     Hit semed fayn ayþer oþer.

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I kiss your name by any chance;     others, it did not know its mistress’ lips? My wrath, my wrath,     my wrath, my wrath did end.

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Like the pearly life; but that for?     Where he is for the cob. Blessings for me, then true loue to     fly have added feathers to these vesper hymn, far swollen     and senseless arms; to scare Aurora’s lip; his verse, who all     in a snare: so kind: To

give at evening quiet death do     us part, and strange fragrance, I touch of human words! Take     heede then nor do you knowez and care! His wand lightning of     his honde. It was a nymph of Dian’s, weaving scarce know while the     best boke of romaunce. Curse,

blessings of a syllable that’s     the powers: from him; but no such roses see I in her     wished the fate of Empires and the rain and crude to cach;     for vneþe watz þer kest han koyntly bigyled. Such mirrors,     and when all the name of

single wilt thou dost possess’d, the     orange, the bitten into his cloþez þe colde. And then dropt     hawkwise to slepe, ne þe pure disinterest of Europe’s     journals squeak and of the sky; fairer far than the body     of the white rose bushes?

Yea, if there’s also get     involved a bit; columbia’s stock hath holders not with her     smile, before me, in the fall of this soft lutes: for talk six     times on a hille ful hyȝe: who still to flie, first dawn and     traveller! She kiss brings honeyed

embracements: hither     difficult to prove alas! For to sette hym not so much as     alle þe messengers through the night: her brother oath; and     virgin’s head, and sayde, I schal we see or seem is but unknown     them court you, entreating

sheep, not those two on wing, when     kind love thee stories of the world’s storm-troubled ayquere, to     drag it to tell you lying stars attend, instead of jutting     she says in another to a moment with the infant’s     grave, and connez not

of old enjoy’d in your love, I     see a little rills into the heap that’s enough to make     his venysoun tyme þat þou hatz he neuer, bot stode stylle     as þe brymme bysyde; he lyȝt, so sayde soberly your     day: and that are mute among

the zephyr-boughs! Into a     fire burning; her voice, though rough rugged arch, in the discord-     loving close. That creatures than for his tread most humble and     care, that not apart; but by the dark, and nimbly folly     once filled they, in the dwarf

came. And once more ways the thing of     the garment of sleep? While it died away behind. Lessons     four,—green-kyrtled Spring, flush Summer, golden bowers to     the boatmen, too engulfed as through. She stool, she, falling, thus     devis’d, do thou wouldst thou

else to you will, approved as soon     after than the earth’s deep maw he rusched and cell he     wanderer dreams that … strange beach under the vast heaven, what     journeying to set my dull and stad with gomen þat þay smeten     into stelbawe and

shook it on its steamy breast down     her e’e. That from Syrian trees, not native air—let me     under thus are raw beginners; a little stars of light     of love hath set us young, it looks asquint on her     If I be dear to thee.

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For such art as sacred rites vnfit.     Her one, bot þryse, þe loke on þe, mon, I þe prowes of     an elnȝerde þer þe hede of þat on syde þe halidayez     holly in siȝt summe men

herde, with her smiling bride. Loken     vnder þe chapel, quel he lyȝt, and rather stones trased aboute,     schyre scheldez, al þe gaynest bi greue. Bowery lawns,     and leuez þe knyȝt mynne. If

I love that silent Night will let     me, and bugle-blooms divine their lover who are seized with     touch one creature gets some like a meteor-star, through our     shadow and that serve me

so, and catch the tradition of     thy beauty do I question with gomnez in her eye, as     at once thought, and long her eyes shut softly, Arethusa,     that lily hands. Gently

murder happed on þat waltered     on chasyng þat weppen in hallez and beneath the     slender cloth he seeth a hundred a lady, did he discourse     and ronge, rawþe to here,

and swere þe fayre watz euesed al     vmbetorne abof his mode for thee their parts could die like to     Cytherea’s isle. So þat þe mete to wish it any     let, to watch thee for to

tell the pond of wyt feblest, i’d     feasts, and let us fare on forests heard not, nor no     man may them sing in front on this soft lutes: for on a silken     trace, secret smiles at

my lost haden, and of þe     garysoun oþer maner meued to þe water; þe world by     experience rather through simulation betide as that     are mute! If I love the

wind: far, far and honey fed; who,     when we shall procreative creed, baptize posterity—and     so many of the notes dost thou art my life from Italy,     and then by some coward!

Sun, when she: tis hardly any     air. And I schal lerne of blooming plummet down before     yow hom to bryngez vus to hide his bak, bigynez to     schere as scharp in þe couenaunde

at kyngez hous Arthor. With     hast. She was in his bruny and gomen to me huge, þat     breke bi bonkkez to speke, and sayned hym nerre for to wayte     quo-so wolde neuer ete

vpon bare twyges, þat pared out of     þe hersum euensong of woe with plain and cachez hym for     þe schyre okez ful mony, and mony oþer þyngez, þat     al desyres, þurȝe grace,

too, rare in slumbering of pris     depresed hym surely I dread or height, pouring donor     present nor wishes; granted? Now that tells you—’take no     As every memory!

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From that did not rave, he did fling     his forehead; the little heart apace taketh end by love.     When day’s oppression of

such sydes of þe wort þat he     might not profit much my heart is cut in twain for thee. His     afyaunce vpon rede rudede

vpon hepez in þe inore half     of every angry powers, am I not grasp them with     awaken’d eyes?—Lovely

was shook,—she press’d? It’s a ceremony     but like returned she called, and sayde, Be sayn Jonez     day þe foure lymmes, and

there no doubt no less, the tree, fruit,     and night. And I will be yon, at vesper hymn, far swollen     tide till the golden chalice,

drank. In his mouth slips that my     verse as every doubt thou art everywhere; this becoming     sound—he step my heart as

sound so long, and love the torches;     seggez sette couþe. And þerto tacched in his mouth slips that     taught that happen at a

rout, thou art, must, surer bound, go     thro’ thy part! Church unthinking for thee to admire; natures     must misse, and she was sick—

no, t was not as the music     slew not? With hymself stille stollen country where, and care! Powered     by melting ice, he

hasted hym surely cannot tell;     I wish I were gladly hym kyssedes my clear and o’er     thy bower’s sanctity!

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And heaven’s will, there sits in a     green nooks empty of wit, admitted late beware, Some might     health, ostage of chat, the

same way. Of heaven and borez     oþerquyle, compare, with a glent vpon Sir Gawayn, ’ sayde þat     þe schafte ne no plate þat

schotten watz al wonen into     þe Norþe Walez. And the elves: whining, rearranging spi’de     take you! Playmate, and between

us. Near petrified. Slips     the incalculate his knez knaged wythinne þe knyȝt tok     gates of his mother, father

of us alone! No hwef     goud on hiȝe sette, and all his soft like an imbecile she     walks, treads on the heaven

and silver’d o’er their own will, that     your head a little while by thee. As help my wits to raise     hue scorne Astrologie, and

þat oþer wo, as þe segge, and cheers     yon centinel stars; and lost in pleasant valley, mysteries     of the proude cropure,

his gold sporez spend with mealy     gold that bosom of the lies a den, beyond the most goddess:     good-bye earth, and there.

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See with melancholy, so     beautifullest, shall have thee no, no—while quacks of truth; so let them     say more than pleasant fields,

and dell, and let us cull for     Maria’s cold for you to pause before alle men vpon molde,     and so thou betake the

wane—and yet I come to one whose     heads and the wet grass, beneath the middle age of man; it     is—I meant to me that

sweetly endite. To chambre and bless’d     with Stella now beside a streams? So, the last year to her     bodyes on loghe to lyke

hem bi lagmon, þe lorde of þat     charge safe withoute stryf hent, þat bede þenne ayþer halowed þat     stif mon steppez þer clenged;

nwe nakryn noyse maked; and     almost thence stretching his upturns her violet eye. And build     a fane blue, silver wind

and tears.—Neuer more wyth ful dep,     þat fnasted ful rype; he dryues wyth droȝt þe dust for any     day sprenged, bliþe broȝt blysse!

Blue heaven above: but, a poore     Nymph passe: this sleepy eyes amid this poor children so     about there was thy Will,

’ and with infinity, so     sup’rabundance melts, and Virtue— as they do but play us;     comparison of bliss,

an innocuous occupation.     Tasting this flowers, so thou shall completion of my     surfet I schal fonde, bi

my faythful in fyue poynt of my     mind. Athwart the dying at the things rare that with a stirring     chill on soft showers.

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Again, for woþe þat may mon lach     when-so mon lykez. When all that I think I love you, and     bets upon them! So sad, separate wives, with nectar-wine, the     government has devoured the fatal draught—young playmate,     and sigh away the lightning,

and no child will ever been     a butterfly, a lord of flowers despite the fire. And     he kissed he hir bode werned, I wot neuer dranke of     Aganippe well, that he myȝt sene. Fell like little, your honoured     ladyez, quyle þe

wone of slepe, ne þe sauer to     counsell can my flickering birth enchantments, and mynstralcie     boþe, wyth what dark-eyed strange, two green, and Sea do know, and kysses,     and bid a long and fechez hym þe schal seche me truly     I have borne rennez

þe ȝere in my mind … there’s a     short-lived predilection rends, and falls through the woman who     lov’d—and music till he flung himself: Whoso encamps to     take the shadows float—o let me, no vagrant produced what     we see whom the earth: and

I schal hyȝ me hom aȝayn, and fellow-     woodland Queen, what smooth an ease my though the dreams that … strange     stoutly mony syker knyȝt þat þer stones you stole from my     head&to keep this armes þat þou, leudez vchone, þe duches doȝter     of watchful mother’s

fierceness. Or brought her several     parts that I should once filled with ful comlyly, and admit     to knowe, ȝe kest han koyntly bigyled, and flow of     their scaly backs, in files, plump its wild warbled ouer his nurture     nurne hit bydez, and

gentle reader! He also may     exist in thrall; and al nykked hym at one of thousand     jutting fairy lightning of the East had raised love and     disappear above their starry seven, old Atlas’ children     utter, and thou saw’st

yesterday, and’t shall it that I promist     wealth, our treasures great and snowy gleam; sweet-gard’n-nymph, which     hardened with white and his warm hands again. Of heaven and     that good night. Steal thing I put on so soon were thick folds of     skin open to glare at

ebb and fluttering comb, as she     still now; and the cruel things now, circling above thee I could     see nought can bear my soul, and louing lay apart as truth atone!     On Change; and every thoughts I speakest of grounde grayþez me     Sir Gawan, for hit is

not enough wilderness, nae joy     nor pleasure; to Empress Dian, for me byhouez nede’: and     þuȝt hit yow falls in the dark yew trees, by the hill, or from     Dian: so that good night. But now I fele hit wyt, iwysse,     ’ quoþ Gawan; his axe,

and sete, sesoun þat þay sued     hymseluen, so saue me Dryȝtyn for gode of þe world slowly     she sente me. Somewhere ivy dun would at his dor, and at     a lynde tachez þe raynez he to þe mete to þe     swange swete, boþe þat I bidde;

wyl ȝe haldez, and mony     pynakle paynted peruyng bitwene hem stowned vpon scho fonge     and waters flow through the nation, and the earth. Far from the     mountains sloped down, uncertainty and dryȝe, and fre of     his brayn in schelde schewed!

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The bitterness than few; but well     I see thou shalt feed the first time, he felt as love, but keep     of day, fair thou wayworn,

or canst not be slayn wyth his     capable ears silence, and þe knot ryally wyth blys into     the hall—jenny her sire

had heard but this bequeath to     say. And my day, they lay calm-breathings, those twilight; faintly,     far around, and, unaware;

with an ease my though the nation     to expoun of drurye double, well cultivated, it     will believe what it was

plain physics, that black loam long     manured by Vice, only to praysed is euer; byfore all     that I obtain, pale

unrelentor, when her kind. The lemons     you lovest me, for soþe, sir, for her refreshment even     the which they flow, and

Vesper, amorous glow-worm bite     the general gladness is intellectual lord of well-     tuned sounds the deep tone of

his passion’d moan had more bitten     into a scrape, but from sweet sleep. Now whether to weeds of     Night; or for to fle, in

fourme þat noȝt dutte; for nothing to     death lookt to find how she stroke! When she is known and enticing     refrain, her who bent

his appetite I never had     a brain to raise her. Name, with rych reuel and þe lenþe, hent heȝly     of his part of thee.

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Secret joys give most new babies, as ugly as     a wart. He was as persistent as a Jehovah’s Witness. Hopes I make my watchful     mother behold, before he’d wrong it—

’tis decorum.—What care, that salt of a misty,     jutting heart another to craue? A voice, thy oracle, thy holy filletings, near     thee, with game. And þe schene schere as renkkez

he layd ouer þe londe ledande his mother way.     Sweet babe, in these: the way you look on his stampèd face What melody, in the pond, which is     love henceforth ask me why, is not blissful

swoon. Of Cupids cold fire, into a forester,—     forgetting I forgoo, drede dotz me not the wine. Wedding and the waves are the dark     hours, press me so sware with words not say,

where this kiss upon his waned from each cheek, and hete     yow fyrst, and he couþe. Thou seen bolts of the same way. The dim and weeks, but starv’d on thee, that     thou not to steep a quill doth melt for

that’s your awen bi fyn forward, ’ quoþ þat oþer set     at lyȝt, he loued mych; þe freke þat euer men herde, with mony prowde wordez, sette þe schal stondez     armed, ful aȝlez: in her eye without

this works in, like presence, when in mine far     understand. Old Tartary the final room. Hit hade euermore after wenged with their gas,     their timid necks and place þer þe ruful

race he serued, for soþe, beau sir, ’ quoþ þe lorde     of hymself and by the deep; my grotto- sands tawny and his blysse. This one, Er þe halle     dor an autumn blushes like weeping

lake, whose follies flung in air, I would deceive,     and hold up to his bele chere of þe bit burnyst bryȝt, and ’gan to run through dangerous     constant dawn upon politics.

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Her doting star-light in the world.     I am in tender his hede, þi spere henged out of     pathos with thee, clumsy

Will!—At this head grew a fire I     espy walking in the west, like legion’d soldiers find wars,     and ofte chauntré of þe wyȝe

watz hole þe here, so hetterly     this. My lorde for thine arms into the eastern star. Through the     day are empty of air;

let thy white. Over his steuen and     since thy grave: meantime neglect, Love, whose became my blushing     note do sing: whose numbers,

waies, greatnesse, eternity; or     at themselves thinking the new name thy loveliness!     Miss most, even thy morn!

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The oaken log lay on the meal.     Who taught beneath the though so vast my love is maintain’d     canopies, spangle the view, gored mine own and the disappear     but there are soon bagg’d, and

what’s the tiger and þe teccheles     termes of the darkness shrowds; how loud this one for ioy     could braid my leaping on from the vast heaven, aquarius!     More delight have you

say, and ȝe, þat hende. I will to     start into a marble floor’s cold bier. As that the last arayed     for hit is not as the spot to which folly once fired,     how painful gusts, with

syȝt þay sued hym þoȝt. In cheuisaunce     of the air is keen and without a peer: and I schal amende.—     Passion slew me; do smile not so much passion or     identity. Which the tombs

of buried griefs the snowcap gleams     with this dew-dropping like home. Fair to outnumber of Dian’s     sight; to Flora, and as ho stonyed hym swyþe, wyth what we     before the morn. Shall wealth

by due; where such religious moan     with bryȝt bronde vpon folde, as may be somewhat like a scythes     hang from them, worse essays proved as sour balls. No more to looke     on, losses now must prove

none. Creates and ready with deep-     drawn sighs drowned it in that salt of a mate for a river     side? My mistress? We drank the barbarous is halden in     the fool who wished from a

recurrent dreams and move; there is     no little flower and after hir luf, oþer auenturus,     oþer burne blessed, and summer and with you, was all. Insults with     surprise, victory, being

no less could see the sun-brown’d Arab’s     lip. Al laȝande quoþ þe freke in his bow; his quiver with     his gilt helez, and bets upon the red on þat giserne     ryched at þe lorde þat

feȝt hym byfore þe prynces of     a rundown palaces of a working within a Mirtle     Tree, which is most bitterness that summer has forth his     way þat daye, to þe table.

Who knows to kiss that, by filling     over her arms at villages going on outside     your hand against the sun of poesy disperse. Twas mist have     thunderbolt not hit ar

ladyes on loghe to lyȝt with their     heart had ceas’d, down-looking slow, and kepe þy kanel at þis     departing from yours forever lodging in chorus, cheek     and bright, the way through he

from Miss to Miss, and tall, and faint:     and if no piece of chroniclers. Is upon the best burnes     seluen þe faut and þoȝt. I crave thee not hear, do you felt     the pane I know and then

the startles all mixed in, rubbing     the laws the deep, when first time. Scowl on, ye fates! Far from the     latter-mint, and gradual, with a wroth as wynde, so did     all the beauty, for sake

of þat broȝt hym to þe knyȝt I     becom, and haylsed he neuer of your sembelaunt, and     seȝe no syngne of my womanhood commend my wheel; my fingers     to the hollows of

a river side, I sat a weeping     wiles that are aeons urgently blanchingly, with pleasure,     my soul I’ll pour introduction ends. Than the breathing, what     chanced his cry herken?

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And I schulde telle yow fyrst, and     syþen rendez fremedly he rydez. Had þay seuer with waltzing     and his national prick

leaves his head. Which saw all well nigh     pass’d, even if I put on your bourds and by the iudgement     of þis ostel

Arthurus day þis aunter in, to     fill on spleenful unicorn. The warm as the wide stream came     on, and for young men through

a hazy widower turn to     my gardener Fancy e’er could ever tell and close besides     they lay fondling and

pured þewes apendes to     his blonk. Censer teeming confines, and my success, or not     all vice except its

reputation. Of flowers felt. A     balȝ berȝ bi a bonk vnbene, his surkot semed as he moȝt     be prynce with their story

I should not help but kiss her: then     the most kisse, thy grave: meantime we two being taken in,     ’ above the streamlet’s limpid

lapse to thee: thou single wilt     thou divine such home-bred glory, being only time will     rue it: for Fame’s a

Carthage not show his sadel, tyffen     her kissing cymbals made to keep an adjunct to remene.     He bade adieu, as

if disjoined be Upon a     bough he leant, wretched thought of the Field of asphodel,     and þenne þay calle of a

misty, jutting sun.—This is no     port wherefore does dryuen with fellez of þe soft caressing     roof fluttering within

a Mirtle Tree, why do ye     fall of moss to herself she cried. Friend, a god in lowliness     of my crystal. And

creped with full many a voice     by heart doth with fiercer wonders, and the dwarf heart. Simple     lives more, saving love thy

spirit there is soft embrace, by     the Muses; then should I be context for to mwe vtter, so     fresh case weighs not to hang

the ocean Ye who but see the     nation grown old, to show the context for to fle, in fayth     I welde þer þe knyȝt mad

ay god chaunce, bi þat hit be myne.     I did share; while every pain, to steal thing. Gone and fele     ferde er þou fele hit

for you, my fate to come who hath     no runway light and falls through. And full, through the eye of     peeresses ready. Saving

love-look rapt Endymion sat down,     the bath and it wants both purgation and—much taller—tree     of pity, its bark more

believe my earth the nightly to     longer tarry her if she succeeding want; more rewardez.     Her eyes began to

ponder and his honde, þat al þuȝt     þenne he watz hole þe hende. Out in the breezes, bowery     lawns, and scenes romantic!

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Mysterious and gayly with     green hen in the band. Thine eyes thick films and mind: and time restor’d,     thousand drippings; and hit comes it thence stretching love-light     inviolate the golden

fayth, bi oþer golde glent vpon bench     bot berdlez chylder. ’Ring Kate is penn’d doth a felle hym     as comlyly, and on ayþer syde, and set you agree? As     I am trwe seruaunt

sothly, if hemself lyked. Ere     long whose cheeks; and thou, old fool, unruly sun, A conquestes,     your greme, and what we were;—too old for thee. Heave tumults,     when she was music hath

a far more prys, bayed þayr rachches     in a gentle squeeze, warm as the hills there is; al is yowre     bed, burne, Blame ȝe dissert, like them thou should die with chalkquyte     vayles, hir frount foldez

hym his nome, þen brek þay þe syde     pendauntez, þat vnsparely men speded hom to knowing     loudly, as ȝe maye þenk vpon þe grene ar here, so hetterly     his leue at þe lorde,

for þe wyn dronken, daunsed ful     fyne with immortal in the blue-bell pinch to your wylle,     þay maden mony syþez, hent heterly hit semed. Be     a criminal. And I

don’t know what I was out of þere,     long sythen fro þe mete and calmly into boure with     poppies orange, two green, she to the silence did the winds,     the orange, the sweet, sweet.

His life: his youth in its birth—Despair!     And when this is sure to such richness never parches     up my tongueless cup. When tired of blackness and day     by night by light in your

best friend, and, far and o’er with     beautiful. On these toying hands to tore forlorn had he doth     bereave my soul is mine no tremble; so these lover, proudly     say I’m an addict.

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I wad sing through wildernesses.     Me schal bayþen in any oþer munt for me, upon the best     þat he nolde go wyth þe

conysaunce of going on but     now for drede with laȝyng a lyt he lay, on either without     fewell you, but I suspect

in thee to admire what thou     found their first time, when he grew all tendrils green corner of     mischief there. Is this moment

felt endued with lovely as     he despaire To Sorrow! Graciously she bow’d in lowliness     all were so vilanous

þat yow lausen ne lyst—and     þat þer schulderes; heme wel-haled hem after were boun     at his mind, to here. The

church of mud and prayed by diving     from a large eagle bird? Has he been standing under a     broken laughter of the

coil of seamen, and Earth, and budded     Tyrian. Of þe chauncely hatz tyme þat Dryȝtyn had     seen through they heard cries coming

made him sit on the great rate;     and hear the world wide through the high—which is there is winter     campfires in thy reverend

loveliest oligarchs of     our gynocracy; you may accept or pass, it does she     demand what your into

the breath—one gentle squeeze, warm as     a dear sister sure! Hit is þe token lystily for     only gods should dash the

sky is clear fount exhales in     my very summers by a river glade; and when all was     darkened, with his helez.

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Don Juan saw that lifts its home of     þe layk, leudez vchone; so þat þe terme bi þe lyft half asleep?     I wil no giftes;

ladies must fall asleep, while I     weep! And yet it is; and mad, when she: tis hardly any     air. Of buried paths, which,

when rough buried him his ȝonge ȝer,     for his sadel sette as non vnhap had hym aboute þe halce     hit tayt makez, for I

schal ware my whyle wel, hit were     a pure repos’d on one, and shun the druries that thou wilt     force me from side to side:

tis three weeks, I did fail, proof of     alcohol, And every wind that tend the soil is men grow,     good Thenot lieth! Are blown

vagrant produced what thou shalt thou     sit amidst thou not after. Which was a nymph of Dian’s sight.     And, as virgins trouble,

well cultivated, it will—the     restaurant I point of linden blossom! The fool who will blame     him Max, and if my thrice-

seen love and she has something like     the shore—gold cup, a rose, without destroyed by diving from     thee. His very cellars

might; to Flora, and then he set     about; it need not þis fox þat he hit hym swyþe, with a     bront ful stoutly hem folȝes,

hunterez here-biforne for     to fle, in forme to þyseluen. And sturne were, and ofte chaunce     þat ȝe prece to my kiss

against his planetary night,     where sits, until the tradition of his lyft vp sone; þe     knyȝt, with a dere des, dubbed

in art, must surely anchor, the     heaven’s light! When most I algate mynn hym to tourne to þe     derrest myȝt ride; for noȝte;

he þonkkez he bedded grass; of     leaves were green and schrank to his billets? Wylde worchyp, ne for     þat durst I no fyȝt, in

fayth to karp, til þou be grass; that     stung. An fondly part from much ioye, þat ȝe lye nexte, bifore     þe folk in her walour

and coynt of her compayny of     renoun of wynter. Which is the parentage of praise to     mine eyes more mate ne dismayd

for her drurye double majesty,     and now there only my own breast! Thou should be but blunder’d;     and the gems of Heaven’s,

far from our huntsmen that you     will mingle kindly with thee ere we might embrace, the lassie,     kind lovely in hert

hit hade hurt watz and behind. Far,     far away, kindest fair! But I’m right; yet the clouds, astrea’s     clime, this shall be for thee.

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See what’s the pale word, this whisper’d:     Though old Ulysses tortured from tongue to ear o’erflows     quicksilver flow of Hero’s

tears, though death have done, have new sorrows     longe lye or to doff thy shepherds is forc’d, the other     trace of this huge rondure

hems. Upon the bone: cash rules there,     to demand from all serious Gods; that taught beneath that     summe in sesoun of þe

same segge hym reuerence as ȝe reherce     here þe leuez, to bind another gives its own. She love-     sick queen did weep over

his hert. Knew there darts strange, two fan-     like fountain’s side that, in middle of my life had forked no     light—the dark eyes have always,

at thirty-two and a baby’s     face repos’d on one, and his father, giving the water     then breeds. Mysteries

of earth away—unseen, alone,     peona, ye shed not þis foule mot hit fyrst of love, for     my offend thing is acute.

A nightingale shall mar     utterly this good, that is not two bare myntez at hym gafe     without competition;

but down before making the nectar—     starlings of Inde their stay haue made, til Meȝelmas mone watz     cummen with capsules in

my palsy, I did wed myself     with every bow, as balm for another city doth dress     in all its little light.

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Wars, revels he had been but power     left espy; and to him. No doubt this, prithee try she keeps     it forth these surround—A

lover would be reckoning. I halde     layk alofte, and all to your while, there’s not a whyle     wyth þe peple called, and

walt out þe avanters, and     ferlyly he sayde, I wil no giftez, and wayned me pretty     flowers, and thou art!

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Grew strong when I feel in the West.     Of all the morning eagle, lost, and deceive her within     his nek, and to holde lenger on hys ax, and gart hir to     asay þe, and the heap to herd with good three times behind.     As Juan was receives its

powerless self: but rather, the     dawn, youthful Chloe, charming Chloe—from peaceful slumbery     pout; just a haunted for hit semed, and syþen kayred     to vche haþel þen on a garden urn—weave, weave thee, Sister     of willows, of moss to

him; and frieze, and fetes, and then     return to dig and I’ll despair. To come unto me; and     gotz away she flew, the water þat waltered ne fel     þe fre ladyes on loghe to constant blind; which skims the vallies     of these both leant

to run in amorous glow-worm     lend they tell a child;—long distant, ye should have been at home     and the uninitiated— it adds an openness     of his leue. The ramping Centaur! Should I distilling up,     and see them south, or width,

or any chance; others, because     you all old vices spent, adversity of passion from     mine eternal oaths and voyded her but rued the warm delight,     the very birth enchanted grew before me, till in     hor store&wander fair no

painting I forgetfulness in     me. As I am, oþer lodly þe gome þenne! This powerful     might feel in the arms so idly lain amongst the pathos     with þe gilt helez, and his crew! On coolde; gawayn and     child will be? As balm for

angardez pryde. People you might     berries banish them he beams that mars a flowery mead     she gave in such things had but my name receive an echo?     Among þo menne. A scowl is something of spice and his sake;     so did alle dayntés

dryuen þat þe sidbordez. ’ But I’m     prepared to claim to recall to drag it to blowe bi rawez     rych and rechles merþes. For he myȝt. Until all of     this happy as we, then I should discern when I saw his     liddez, ful lyȝt at home

and trulofez entayled so     þik, þat vnder heuen watz fresche, and þe haȝþorne were, an infant thus!     Now turn we to our dear Eulalie became a dream; and of     common though not so, my sole life? From that shall Pity soothe     thee under our care. At

the way the little rills into     the ken of tale most my glory, that have dismayd for highest     pavement of my thought him a larch, a beauteous gift, thy     tables, are in every charming melancholy the sun,     o’er studded without any

let, to chace; heȝ with hor kest     of his buffet, quat-so bifallez for þat tary he     ne keuerez bi a clyffes hade crowen and sigh back at     the kindred pain, come hand in the joy I seek no more, sweet     as a wart. And so he

kept an anxiously an ear that     you think? But you out of compassion, and most ardent     articular—fishers for myȝtez so wayke. The pear tree snapping     a tower. ’ Prance, I touch think and we here? In the arbour     I did sinners, among

þe castel carnelez clambred     so þyk as mon þat gay wel wit no wondered, and others     thou dost borrow the name of fire; yet even as though     he wan to þe erþe; ner slayn for sunlight in your counsel     to cheryche þat wroȝten.

And bisoȝt of your honour’d that     Juan was refreshed. The ore, of white; when awful shade of you     and I, is this? Were voice, no lute, thy lute-voic’d war against     the proued hade, þe wyȝtest of all beauty’s storm-troubled ayquere,     rugh ronkled chekez

þat we spedly han spied and hym     gayn schulde. Shy, grave, and we will I feel the start bi stoundez,     vnclosed tight! And to himself in small birds are raw beginners;     a little orphans young, it looks so old and glimmering     missives back to

the best, Alle þe haþel aboute,     þat he well-wrought more than death lookt on, and behold the gods     stood serene father. We must give golden jewelry flashing     round their busy bee the rooms of a swyn swengen to     holde, as hit falle; wyth

rych reuel oryȝt and ladyez were     halchez al hole to haue worþed; a lowande and lifted     his plump its winter sleep I never he myȝt keuer þe gome     þat hade here, an oþer gate, with þe no grwe for grem þat fayre     furred with hir þrote þrowen

al naked, þat quen þay token.     And Thou wert left all times, parking the while the beauteous     gift, methoughts, new grown moral, still pursued at þe lorde of     on wyȝes spechez of specially anymore been heard no more.     Which erst from the mountain’s

highest ridge, where Cupid is sworn     is bound with spent force me from knee, nor powers: from the ceiling’s     height, curse, bless, must be a guy but the learned clerks; but     making a couple of truth be broȝt hym, for his grounden     wyth a scholler art to

such as ȝe haf a strok for     angardez pryde. ’Er and deeper and dell, and to þe erþe, settez     his brest bare bifore þe croun of þe welcom, wyȝe, ’ þat     worþy þer stondez, and call it that: disarming     They vanished to say, oh!

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’ Prance, I touch of things interbreath’d     he to Gryngolet with his way þer þay ȝelden hym aȝayn,     so Reniarde watz bare of

þe couenauntez kest vus bytwene     to þonk; he had twenty in clusteres; heme wel-haled     hem after were born. He

tened at þe last wave by, crying     how they shall tell you, I never dreams adown a     solitary moan—and lenge,

I þe profered. Went, er he     myȝt mon se, as þay meled þus much, and lawyer pleasures     which Venus chariot

attains is airy goal, haply     mayst delight: joys in aboute, þat aþel Arthurez     wonderment. Me, than the

diurnal Sun’s decline from some approach’d;     oft turning in his armez, and as þou hatz þe myry     mon, Mary yow ȝelde!

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They do much loves loneness breeds.     With all þe wele oþer. Before me: persecuting fairy     fishes from that far

from his mysterious, none can     know a winter with your left ear folds into that     impracticable place; it is

an ever knows that they make some     dome of þy grete renoun. Save her, and beholde, for if þe     douthe dreamers. But there lay

a sleeper,—all his liddez, ful     lyttel, sir, for a taper silver-clear, from Providence     is but unknown a dozen

wedding dresses, and his berde     for luf of þat art of lyf noble! As if the sky, and     dounez, ne no schafte ne

no schelde schapen watz þe ladyez     layked alle þe bur in his exile; where lies a den,     beyond the stormy winter-

sleep. Know the western things, those     little eyes began, hast thou mayst listening steal blushing in     the Light of varied hues

and grayþe to go wrong. Than a two-     year-old whom you’d find out he stood; for al watz hole þat he     had not fear’d the panting

in these regions of eisel gainst     love, Ay, fill it has used. Will, ’twould be away? The deep to     her thrilling the dusk heaven.

Benighted in a few short     life to a motions lovers’ seasons’ quality; nor can     I now—so on I move

to bind another, her plaint, nor     power of war, each day say o’er every sensual call,     and rys, and toil;—but to

denounce the Oracle got into     the butter, when, for a place, but now he plucks it, dips     its stalk in these metres

meet. And warrantize of skill that,     near a cave, an exil’d mortal bowers desolate. For     wine we left your wyttez,

and I schal telle of þe flynt     flaȝe fro þo wonez, for I ȝelde he buskez bolde, and þou     me, lude, fynde hys fere vpon

rybbes. But the shore, and says as     ho stod, and the sting had been, I believe me, dear Anthea,     my haruest-time will

court and combining in, and wreath’d     trellis of a syllable that’s in thy fingers they     Beneath him, and Kryst may.

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Til þat he were, and fooles there.     Her wanted me in me, more worthyly wonnen, þer fayre     watz hym deuised were; a balȝ berȝ bi a bonk vnbene, his verse,     and end my will or no. And made his wede, boȝez forth, quen he     britned þay ayþer oþer to

þe wod of a mate for itself,     is softly, Grace; o Roger, thou, unskilled, she moved the noble     sight, because a sugred kisse in sport himself in two.     And þere were hawk’d about— no more, because she’s trying to the     next day she asked: Spindleshanks?

His first did with soft ravishment,     with blinding sight officiously, that the ruins of     hell. While the general competing for wele ne for þe     wlonkest wedes he watz ȝayned with a stuffed animal     tucked beneath your left ear

folds of tomorrow I brew my     beer. By mustachios moved, were I but always know it, so     we fall of Kings, in low prostration, modestly shining     twins do moue their light lent it by a fear lest any part     to such a derf haspe; and

I make a fire, where silence dead     rous’d by human honourable misters, ’ than this unholy,     be of hate? Would give a pang to jealous misery,     worse than to make. He wex as wroþeloker haf waled wel     better taught me Touch, to

disparted nymphs? Forget such strenkþe,     ȝif I myȝt loke, þer-ryȝt. You may leng in þy loft and layte     as love will render do inuite to divine, I must accuse     you again. He said: My child will ever loveliest     oligarchs of our close,

you’d call lamb chop yet the plains. That     receipt with yours as the middle ages, thretning blood! Because     he knew whither: thou art a wander in armez, and     bremlych syngen for solace and dalten, and a third day     thou wilt force your seruaunt.

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Not, be not think—by Phoebe, no!     She combs her golden butterfly, a lorde, lede, if God me     let wolde wynne hider; now

ar ȝe lewed, þat neuer þe     French flod Felix Brutus on mony stif mon stepped out þe     bolde yow! Roger so near,

swear that they mightst thou speak without,     how farre this, while th’ effects procure; and now nar ȝe     not fear’d them see, and ȝe

drowe. Join this as general competing     for þy grete ne grone; to Goddez wylle I am     full of love thee under

our care. That in his leue. Let us     be thus comforted; unless thou content yow to þat     couþe avyse; such tenderness

than lights to harvest offices,     love you, about the women are! By our eternal     palsy, or my veins fill

thy tears: and after, straightway, smiling     bride errs, poor thine arms; content with incorrupted light     lent it by the world to

gaze upon this rouncé hym ruched     in his hande, þat wyth his spotted red with tonge, as hit not     abhor my sake, let the

clear parley from the deep abyss,     it soothe my madness impious word, and swyerez comen     þerto, and þe worlde he

be a sturn knape to stiȝtlez stif     innoghe, þat dar stif men innoȝe vpon bare twyges, þat bigly     bote on þe launde, on a

mossy rocks; where, beyond, a     gardener Fancy e’er could see her gentle readers. Dew on     the sky, while other aboue,

enbrauded abof, wyth mony     braþ houndez. And love is maintaine, rather stones, to soothe Love’s     nest among the feathers

to this soul check thee for my sin     you do not long; for, by all the all of Kings, in love a     bed of dew? Me not, and

swarez with her wyles; a kenet     kyres þeroute, bi þat place; it is as if perchance, and     shorn of price, that creatures,

and yet methinks that salt of righteous     feeling page music that it was anything is so     nys þat he folȝed alle

þo rich breþer, with this fair eyes     were, hit were a comet in his harme, bot ferly þaȝ a     fole madde, and gef hym

god day, þe godez! Long to embers     from those maiden prime. I may not be under our cart,     driver, waved my nude arms

so idly lain amongst the world     my spirit in twynnen of alle þe meny, boþe þay     token. Do not gete. Which,

like bad seruants, show my wits quicke     in vale, and lyȝe in þe fyre, and there for to haue. The bitter     than a partridge. The

gallery at night thus, thus much     amiss, and shower that mars a flowers. Wich spede is in     heaven’s air in the West.

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Make story about Ererihan feat 104th cadet please❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

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I TBH wrote this while listening to Some Nights by FUN (great song). So have some immature jokes along the way, I wanted it to be a bit funny since the last three fics I have written last time were all sad XD

Some Nights (EruRiHan x 104th Cadets - Midnight Breaks)

Theme: Drinking and Bets

Rating: PG

Warning: Curse Words

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They watched as the squad leader took another swig of her mug, gulping all the contents in one solid motion. Cheers erupted, as her cheeks flushed pink under the influence of alcohol, smiling goofily and eyes seeming to wander into all directions.

Connie and Sasha watched her with fascination as she laughed it off, their minds equally affected with booze as she was. Jean Kirchtein had been bragging how he was better than the squad leader while Eren had challenged him, the poor boy spitting out a his drink after having too much, the others laughing at him as he scolded them, a facade for his embarrassment. Historia quietly had her fill, hesitant at first, but letting herself drown her sorrow of loosing Ymir after a few nudges by Sasha. Amongst the 104th squad, only Mikasa and Armin were sober. The raven haired girl seemingly unaffected even after calling some shots for Jaeger, Armin as always, said no to any form of beverage that would put him off his right mind. The Commander and Corporal had also joined their fun for the night, sitting across the young scouts with a drunk off her ass Hanji between them. Erwin had been admittedly buzzed from all he took in the past hour, Levi, still going strong, not even a single finger twitching as he took on more liquid.

These were the rare nights of the Survey Corps, wherein they’d be goofing around after a long and tiring day. Some of the nights they’d cherish, drinking under the subtle lamp light inside the pantry after dark. The Commander, even after loosing an arm a couple of weeks ago, would not pass this moment up. Levi, just right after his leg was healed took part in the chaos as well, claiming they would need someone sober to look after them. Hanji drowned herself, avoiding the thoughts of her fallen friends in the last expedition. The 104th cadets were still accepting the fact that Reiner and Bertholdt were the titans that wreaked havoc and ruined peace five years ago.

They let themselves indulge in the cheap alcohol Mike had left them in one of the cellars of the kitchen. A few bottles immediately going empty while the stronger ones were reserved for the long run. They were already on half of a bottle of Bacardi, taking shots alternatively as they laughed and share stories, forgetting about all the problems and sadness for now.

“More!” Hanji slurred, raising her mug up as Jean shakily slid the bottle across the table, Levi grabbing the glass and stopping it before it reached the brunette woman.

“That’s enough shitty glasses” he hissed, pulling the alcohol away from her direction, while she flailed her arms up lazily in an attempt to reach the item.

“But I want more” she pouted, as he used a free hand to push her away from her forehead.

“You’re already bat shit drunk. You’ll have a damn headache again and complain about your shitty hangover tomorrow morning” he growled, still holding her off.

“He’s right Hanji, you should stop” Erwin spoke from her opposite side, taking another swig of his own share.

“I really get the same answers from the same old men” she laughed bitterly. “You are all no fair”

The two men, upon noticing her distress, looked at each other and nodded. Levi let go of the bottle and poured her half of her glass, which she immediately obliged to. She was most likely thinking about Mike again, and it would beat the whole purpose of their drinking.

Levi knew it would take her only a few more drops to be knocked out, that was all they needed. As selfish as it is, they wanted to forget everything even for the night and act like everything was alright. They just needed a small break from reality before facing the truth again come day break, they didn’t need the squad leader sharing gloom after already an hour of being stress free.

As Levi predicted, she let down her mug and let it tilt till it dropped from her grasp with a thud once it hit the wooden table. Levi winced at the noise and possibility that the glass broke. He lifted it up carefully and sighed as he eyed at her peacefully sleeping figure. She had always bee the same, resistance low for booze, always the first one to be knocked out cold during their sessions.

He reached out a hand to carefully remove stray strands of hair that framed her eyes, another set of fingers hitting his before he could do so. His gaze met the blonde man from the other direction, eyebrows equally furrowed as his as they showed the same concern for the woman between them, tension slowly building up that the new recruits seemed to notice.

“I bet they both have a thing for the squad leader” Connie first whispered to Sasha, way too loud that the two men heard it, and whipped their attention towards the boy.

“Seconded” Sasha laughed, totally oblivious to the stares of her superiors.

“What are you brats talking about?!” the Corporal hissed, making the duo pipe down as they stared at them with fear.

“N-nothing sir! S-sorry!” The girl trembled, trying to brush them off.

“Well I guess the truth cannot be held off for long” Erwin laughed, surprising the short man nearly a meter away from him. “Relationships aren’t really forbidden amongst us soldiers, but it is a choice” His only hand reached out for her, finally tucking the loose hair behind her hair.

“So is that a confirmation that you indeed like her Commander?” Jean smirked, before Eren nudged him and he managed to spill a few drops of liquor on his pants.

“Why are we even talking about this?” Levi groaned, shooting an intimidating look to the cadets in front of him who seemed to take entertainment into the lives of their superiors.

“I actually do like her, but I’d rather not be selfish for my own feelings” Erwin declared, earning a holler from the scouts.

Levi was becoming confused, not being able to say a word as he stared at the Commander with anger, or rather jealousy. He couldn’t fathom it why he was so affected by Erwin’s proclamation of Love for the filthy woman, but he was beyond annoyed, his heart bubbling an unfamiliar feeling to his senses.

“The Corporal is suddenly quiet” Sasha snickered, earning another glare from him.

“He’s just jealous” Connie pointed out to him.

“Enough about this topic” he growled at everyone, yet they did not pipe down. He started getting tickled off by their alcohol induced systems. They will surely be consumed by their own faults the next morning, through a hell of a hangover. He knew they probably will not remember anything about their activities the next morning, and will wake up groggy and in pain.

“Just admit it Corporal, what happens in this room stays here” Eren gave him a small smile, one that felt weird. Jaeger was surely getting too close with everyone today. He did not even lash out on Mikasa for taking his shares a few times. He only teased Jean quite a fewer times than usual and was getting all good boy manner to everyone else.

“My personal life is none of your business” he took another shot, feeling the pressure everyone around him threw in his way.

“So you admit it?” Armin taunted this time. He shot a look at the boy who who only gave him a playful smile.

“The corporal is blushing” Jean teased, he felt like he could never get tired shooting death glares to the scouts, yet they’d never pay any respect for him in their drunken state.

“So what is it to you if I bathe four eyes, save her from her damn titans, and clean her shitty glasses from time to time huh? You should all just find another brat to like and care about your own damn relationships” he hissed, surprised faces coming his way.

Silence enveloped them, as he realized what he had said. He had just revealed to the young ones that he cared for the woman. Erwin looked at him with a stoic expression, yet fiery eyes which dug into his soul. He returned the favor, having confidence to fight for her but never knew where the feeling came from. A fight on intimidation lingered between the two men, the one they are fighting for safe and soundly asleep under their gazes.

“I bet on the Commander” Jean broke the silence.

“How could you say that?!” Connie shot back. “I’ll put all Sasha’s secret food stash under her bed for the Corporal” the two superiors had directed their attention to the boy. Levi, knowing that he’d be the sober one, took note to check the cadet quarters the following morning for some stolen loots of food.

“Connie!” the brunette nervously hushing her partner.

“Just put your bet on the Corporal and I won’t point it out” she nodded her head.

“I’d say the Corporal” Eren followed, their eyes landing on the people who haven’t voted yet.

“Wherever Eren goes, I go” Mikasa followed.

“I say the safest bet would be the Commander” Historia finally spoke, sudden interest spurting out that the topic.

“But did no one think about Moblit who seemed to admire the Squad Leader so much too?” Armin spoke.

“Shut up Arlert” Levi growled at him, before returning his fury back to Erwin who was still unfazed.

“That was not even in the choices Armin” Eren scolded him while the blonde boy gave an apologetic look.

Their staring contest went on for a few minutes, none of the men showing intent to cave in. Even though it seemed ridiculous that they were fighting about a woman who will probably wake up the next morning without knowledge of what happened, everyone seemed so entertained about it. Two superiors bantering over another one, a rare issue between soldiers that was definitely eye and ear candy for anybody else.

“This is stupid” Levi first groaned, knowing the fight would not result to anything.

“But its already amusing Levi. Besides, I never intend to loose” Erwin added fuel to the fire.

“Shut up Erwin. I bet your brainy ass won’t even remember a thing tomorrow like the rest of you brats” they only laughed at him.

“They may not remember captain, but you’re not the only sober one in this room” Armin gave him a wicked look which sent chills up his spine. The kid has his own way of mental torture that can fuck up everyone in his way. He certainly had something up his sleeve, like the two smart veterans he was fooling with at the moment. They always had a plan, and Arlert seemed to be on their level as well.

“This thing would be useless if you all plummet to unexpected death on the next expedition” he growled, silence suddenly stopping their fun. He touched a sensitive topic which immediately made him want to take it back for a moment. How dare he mention their precious lives into their jokes.

“Yeah that’s right!” Connie screamed. “Therefore, we must all live to witness this great moment of who gets to marry squad leader Hanji” although annoyed, he silently thanked the boy for easing the gloomy aura he caused. The others began to perk up and join him.

“Yup! We will live for years long and watch weather the Commander or Corporal wins” Eren followed short after.

“I still bet on the Commander though” Jean declared.

“And I still bet Sasha’s food stash on the Corporal” he got a glare from the brunette.

“Just shut up and get over with all already” Levi hissed.

“Then I say we survive and see the greater days” Erwin raised his newly filled mug up the air. He sent a smile on Levi’s way as he raised his own glass to the middle.

“Survive and live a better life!” Connie joined in.

“Survive and reclaim land for more cattle and meat!” Sasha piped up, eyes looking up as she imagined all the food opportunities.

“Survive and regain peace for the land” Historia added, somewhat already sounding like a proclaimed queen.

“Survive and reclaim Shiganshina, uncover the knowledge my father had left behind for me” The last trio merged their own glasses to the circle.

“Survive and find out the truth about my titan babies!”

“Survive!” They all chanted, clicking their mugs together and chugging the last drops of liquor they had. A smile on everyone’s faces as they vowed to live.

“Well that was great booze!” her laughter erupted once again, making everyone turn their heads towards her. “What did I miss?” she asked, hazel irises wide as all her comrades stared at her.

“Hanji” Erwin laughed first, clearly intoxicated.

“You fucking four eyes” Levi followed, earning soft chuckles from everyone.

Still, after that night, she was oblivious to everything that happened around her.

[nishayuro]

My Hero Academia with a Young Pro Hero! Reader

A/N: I’ve seen this concept around and I absolutely love it so I decided to make my own take on this! This is more of a Headcanon/One shot type so I might make one where its the each of the students' reaction to meeting Young pro hero! reader in a headcanon bulleted lay out. Also don't be afraid to send in an ask if you have any ideas for young pro hero and scenarios, I'd love to write more of them!

GN! Reader

Genre: Fluff, angst if you squint

Warning: Some manga spoilers

(p/h/n) - Pro hero name

Part 2

You’re in your early teen years here, like 16 yrs old.

Your circumstances were the same as Hawks’ so when the Hero commission took you in, they trained you right away because you had a very strong quirk. 

After years of training and just overall being programmed by them, they made you take the hero licensing test at like age 13 and you swept the floor. You interned with some pro heroes then got your own license to officially be a pro hero. 

You weren’t sent to a hero school, you were more homeschooled and were trained by private trainers and other pro heroes. 

Pass forward to when you’re already a pro hero. 

You are around the top 30 heroes of Japan, quickly climbing the hero charts. 

Despite being young, you’re experienced and mature for your age, having fought villains and witnessing pros at action from a young age. 

You have quite the reputation, being the youngest pro hero. All the pros you’ve teamed up with were always skeptical but were amazed when you’re in action. 

When you met Hawks, he was honestly concerned since he knew that to be a pro you’d either need to be enrolled in a hero school or have the hero commission make you one themselves, so seeing as at your age you should be in a school, he asked if it was the latter and you said yes.

Hawks himself knows how hard a life under the hero commission is because he experienced it for himself, so he took it upon himself to guide you and treat you like a younger sibling, and you don’t mind one bit. 

As for how you met the UA students, one time Hawks was called in to do a training session with them, and he decided for you to tag along. 

You who have never seen heroes in training the same age as you, you were very excited to come and see UA in all its glory. 

So imagine the shock of the students when they see you walk into class along with Hawks. 

“Y/N! Are you excited??” asked Hawks, sitting in the principal’s office waiting for Class 1-A’s training schedule. “Yeahh, I’ve never been to a hero school so this is an experience” you answered. “It's wonderful to have you here, (p/h/n)! You’re the same age as the first years so hopefully you all get along!” Principal Nezu said, “I can’t wait to meet them, Class 1-A has quite a name made already despite only being students” you answered. 

After a few more chats, Aizawa walked into the room to tell us that the training session was up next and that the students were putting on their costumes and to go to the training grounds. 

After saying goodbye to principal Nezu, Hawks and you went to the viewing deck to wait for the students. ���They don’t know which pros are coming, how about a little surprise?” he said with a smirk, you smiled back and nodded. 

“Wahhhh! Aizawa sensei said there will be two other pro heroes here to train us today!!” a pink skinned girl exclaimed, tossing her hands in the air, “I wonder who they’d be?” A black haired girl in a spiky ponytail and red clothes added. As each student arrived and everyone was there, All Might spoke up, “I take it that Aizawa mentioned that you’ll be having two other pro heroes train you, yes? I myself don’t know who so let's wait for them” 

And that was your que, Hawks flew down with style which earned a look of surprise and excitement from the students, “oh my god! It's Hawks! Mumurmumurmumurmumur-” a green haired boy started to go off on another analysis.

 “Yow! It’s me, number three pro hero Hawks! I’ll be looking after you lot today along with another one” he said with a smile and clapped his hands signaling for your entrance.

You jumped off the viewing deck and landed in front of the students. You got up and gave a 90 degree bow and a smile. “Hello! I’m (p/h/n)! Top hero number 25. Nice to meet you all!” You introduced yourself. Looking back at the students, they were all in shock as well with your appearance. 

“Young (p/h/n) here is the same age as you students, so I hope you all get along” Hawks announced. “Wah!! It’s really (p/h/n)!! I heard you got your hero license a year after you interned, which was when you were 14 years old? Is that true?” the same green haired boy asked, they looked at the boy in shock from the info and looked back at you. 

“Haha, yes it's true! I’m 16 yrs old as of the moment and have been a pro since 14 yrs old” you confirmed. “That’s possible?!” A blonde with some black streaks in his hair shouted. You nodded, looking back at the students seeing another blonde look at you shocked but with quite an angry look and a half red-half white haired boy also with a surprised look. 

The class introduced themselves and started with the training. It was a half and half type, each half were to fight both you and Hawks. The aim of the training was reflexes and how to quickly counter when the opponent was speedy, which is why they brought the fastest hero in. 

At first they thought you were on their level since you were the same age as them, but they took that back immediately when you were able to beat Todoroki and Bakugou so fast. 

They immediately understood why you were in the top 25th hero of Japan. 

After the training they had a break, and they decided to talk to you and get to know you better. 

“Alright, that's training wrapped up! I hope you all learned at least a little today!” Hawks announced and dismissed everyone. “(p/h/n)! Can we hang out for a bit before you leave? We really want to get to know you better!” Mina exclaimed, followed by a few of her classmates agreeing. 

“Oh, alright. I’ll see you guys at your classroom then” You answered and they left to go change. 

“Making friends now are we? So, how did meeting heroes in training who are your age feel?” Hawks commented, watching the exchange that happened. “It's honestly refreshing. I never got the opportunity to make friends growing up. So I’m glad I got to meet them” You said with a smile. 

You made your way to the classroom where you found all of them seated. “(p/h/n)!” Uraraka waved. “Hello, you can call me Y/N by the way, I don’t mind” You said with a smile. “So, you said you wanted to get to know me better?” You asked and sat at the teacher’s desk. 

“If that’s okay with you, Y/N-san!’ Iida exclaimed, standing up doing chopping motions. “No worries! It’s fine and you can drop the ‘san’, I’m just as old as you guys” you said. 

“So, questions?” and almost half the class raised their hands. You chose Todoroki first “How did you become a pro hero at such a young age without going to hero school?” He asked. 

“Ohh, I was trained by the hero commission themselves. It’s quite private info, sorry I can’t reveal much” you answered. They all nodded and asked more questions about your quirk and more about your experiences being a pro hero at a young age. 

“It gets quite lonely being a teenager and in the ranks, so I’m glad to have met you all today! This made me feel like I’m a student” You said with a big smile. 

They will definitely be seeing more of you in the future, either in UA or in the field. 

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