#all in oen baby

[alexa-fika]

If you think about it really hardthe strawhat with an baby on board might be sick.

But there is a death threat when the child wants to play with Luffy and luffy accidentally throwing the baby too high. But sanji would be a good caretaker with the food getting the babies needs in foods, if the child is allergic to this ortat, Robin is instantlythe mother nobody can change she would benthe best mother in the world. Zoro is great with kids (watch episode 318). Imagine the baby napping with him or sttig on his back while he exercises. Brook and Franky would be the uncles to spoil the baby with toys and clothes, gifts you name it. Usopp and Chopper are the baby siblings, playing with baby and jokes all around. Nami is the sister that protects the baby when their dangers (well, they all do, but she is in the scaredy cat trio) like pulling the baby close and running away.

Any changes, thoughts?

Oh you are spot on right there anon, Luffy is great with kids, just like ace as we saw with Tama and Momonosuke and how he protected her. But just as before just because he is good at protecting the baby and getting on the same wavelengh dosen’t exactly mean the child is gonn aleave unscathe. Luffy is capable of trying to give the baby some meat, if he decides to share it I mean. He dosen’t mean any harm he just dosen’t know, one thing he would be the to go to person is being blunt Id imagine when the kid is older he would go all the time to Luffy, as silly as he is he is also really blunt jusg as we see when he tells people when they are being annoying or crybabies no matter who they are so the kid can count on Luffy to not sugarcoat things just the blunt truth but also give them support. Fun big but honest brother. Totally capable of chucking them to high, but not to worry the crew is always there to save the kid! Hopefully…

Sanji just like you said would be great tending to the kids nutritional needs, we all know he is more than willing to adapts to not knly the needs of a person but also their preferences so no matter what kind of things the kid liek he is ready to provide. Because of his backround I also think he would be more in tune to the feelings of a baby and be good person to go to when they are emotional or just need someone to cry to when they are a little but older

Robin just has that motherly aura, can’t tell me otherwise, like Sanji I think because of her backround she would be more understanding of a child and the emotions they can bring. He has a few years under her belt and because of her background working with someone like Crocodile and all those people she is incredibly patient and is unlikely to loose her cool on the face of a baby’s high demands.

Zoro we know he is great with kids, my man took care of those triplets with style, like did you see how he gave that one baby his milk? Man is cool even under that situation. Not only have we seen him with actual babies but have you seen his relationship with Chopper? Get this man his adoption papers pronto. And despite how he is with Sanji . With a baby I feel liek he would have the patience of a saint, just the baby tossing and turning and he simply shifts or puts him back on hid lap endlessly, to the point that he does it unconsciously, his instincts won’t let that baby fall even if they were napping upside down. Hear me out kn those exercises, I know he is mostly into weights but if he ever does a run, just strap the baby in and you got a weight vest. And he takes the baby on certain weight exercises because the movements are akin to rocking.

Now Brook, you might have seen this one coming but lullubies, baby has got A nap buddy, their oen personal chef and their own personal concert what more can you wish? The baby might not understand what he is saying but you can bet that he will be making skeleton jokes everytime he is on baby duty and the baby will just laugh along because of his laugh ( he thinks they are laughing at his jokes so he keeps them going)

Now listen not only is Franky one of the cool uncles, my man can pull up all kinds builds for the kid, need a new craddle? Leave it up to him, need a new crib? You got one with the latest technology in the blink of an eye. Listen he tried to give the baby soda but after getting screamed at explained that a baby cannot have soda, you can bet the baby will have a Soda stuffie to replace the lack of real Soda. Baby’s gonna have a superrrrrr good laugh with him.

Ussop, like Franky will make sure the baby has everything available, he builds the baby all kinds of fun toys for them to play with; not only that but he gaves a detailed explanation on everything he does, baby will leave with a new toy and a course on construction. He can easily make that baby laugh with his goofy attitude too, rest assured that when the crew disembarks into dangerous territory you will have Ussop’s full disposition to stay behind with the baby.

Chopper has two modes, first one just like you said is being on the same wavelength as the baby. If Chopper is ever nowhere to be found, the crew knows to check the babies room, chopper is often napping with the baby with both of them hugging and cuddling eachother. Don’t count on him to be there when baby needs changing though, that nose of his won’t be able to take it. Second nose is doctor mode, a baby is really vulnerable and won’t be able to communicate what he’s feeling and Chopper is always ready to make him all better and provide the best care the baby could get.

Big sister Nami won’t let baby have anhthing but the best, you know why baby is always dressed up in what seems to be better clothes than the rest if the crew? Yep that comes from rich big Sister Nami. Baby has an outfit for every occasion, not only that but on everystop you can be sure that if Nami dosen’t come back with a new clothing item then she is returning for a new plush toy for the baby. On calm days when everything is quiet you can hear from the deck Nami playing some silly game like peekaboo with baby Strawhat

Lastly we have Jinbei. Him and Ussop often pair up to tell the best of stories they can tell, Ussops crazy stories combined with Jinbei’s calm voice is an audience pleaser. Wether it is an action story to entertain baby strawhat or a bedtime story he’s got it. When there’s a swimday you can bet that it’s Jinbei’s time to chain, they might just be a baby but they will have the time of their lives either way when jinbei is on duty

Overall baby strawhat is leaving the highlife

[sunlightandsuffering]

This oen started out more fun but honestly I got tired of looking at it!!

Showing up wearing matching halloween costume 

“Are you serious right now?” Mikasa asks, her voice infused with more attitude than she thought possible. Eren glowers back at her, “How about you, are you serious? I can’t believe you.” “You’re the one who copied my costume.” 

“Are you serious Mikasa? It was my idea.” “Absolutely not,” Mikasa argues back, “I was the one who said I’d make a really hot Cat Woman, and you wouldn’t be a bad Batman–” She is cut off as Eren takes a menacing step closer, nose to nose now, mask to mask, the green of his eyes shining murderously through his dark-night mask, “I was the reason we were watching Batman at all!” “So! You watch Batman all the time, that doesn’t mean you can have the credit for this–” “There’s no way you would have come up with it on your own–” “Would you two just kiss already?” Sasha comments from where she’s holding the door open, startling them out of their argument, “It’s getting cold outside, I’m tired of holding the door.” Eren steps inside briskly, and they continue to glower at one another as Sasha shoves her way between them to push the door closed firmly. 

She looks them over for a moment, before smirking smugly as she saunters past them, “You guys look cute, very couple-y, very in love, now shut up and have a good time.” The brunette disappears into the depths of her house and Eren’s scowl softens as he looks her over, “You were right I guess.” “I know,” Mikasa tells him haughtily, because of course she was right, she’s always right, and then in a quieter voice, “About what?” Eren laughs, genuine, happy, something she hasn’t heard in a while, something she’s missed. “You do look really hot in a Catwoman suit, Mikasa.” She tries her best to tamp down her smile, pressing her lips together as she looks down at herself, all tight leather, her legs encased in knee-high lace-up boots that she knows Eren would love to have wrapped around his hips. He has a thing for her in boots, especially in nothing but boots, or heels for that matter, and right now she’s checking all the boxes. 

Mikasa is infinitely pleased with his compliments as she runs her hands over the tight leather, “Thanks, you don’t look so bad yourself.” 

And he really does look good, a perfect match for her, the muscles under his faux armour real, not fake, and straining against the dark fabric. She knows every inch of Eren, and she knows exactly what’s hidden underneath that fake armour of his. 

He flexes jokingly and Mikasa resists the urge to fan herself, because shit, has he been hitting the gym more since they broke up? 

The words are slipping out of her mouth before she can stop them, she doesn’t want her batman left unattended on the one night every girl’s inner slut comes out, “I guess we can be a couple again for the night.” 

“You’ll allow it,” Eren teases her, leaning in a little closer, “You sure Mik?” Her breath comes out a little laboured as his palm finds her waist, curving over the leather knowingly, his hand fitting right where it always has, right in the dip of her waist, his other slipping down teasingly towards her ass, “Because I might have to do things to keep the ruse up.” 

She nods and Eren smiles wickedly, leaning into her neck, his breath teasing at the shell of her ear while his hand glides comfortably over her ass, “Things like this.” Eren gives her ass a squeeze, before he brings her leg up over his hip, wrapping it around his waist so he can tangle himself even closer and fuck this is why she never lets him get this close. 

She can’t think when he’s this close. 

“Or like this,” Eren hums against her neck, his teeth dragging over the line of her jaw, and she tilts her head up to give him better access, whatever he needs. 

“God Mikasa I forgot how easy it is with you baby,” He murmurs, kissing his way up to her mouth, and she sighs into him, giving up.

The kiss is hot, full of unchecked desire, and he kisses her with his entire body, pressing her up against the wall, one hand gripped tight around her waist, and the other still cupping her ass to keep her close. He devours her, lips demanding against her own and who is Mikasa to protest, she needs this just as much, she’s missed him with every ounce of her being. 

“Feel so fucking good,” Eren grunts against her, and there it is, his cock straining the lines of his tight batman suit, pressed hot against her core, just where she needs him. “Holy shit,” she gasps as Eren kisses his way down the line of her neck, fuck she’s forgotten what he’s like, how fucking good they are together. 

“Eren,” Mikasa groans against him, desperate already, it’s barely been a week since the fight, the ‘breakup’. 

It’s so ridiculous really, what they’d broken up about, utter stupidity, actually. And now here they are, a week later at the same house parts wearing matching costumes, borderline making out in Sasha’s front entryway.

Damn it she’s supposed to be strong here! She can’t give in this easily just because he looks hot in a batman suit! Without another word she presses a hand to his face, shoving it away and Eren makes a noise of affront. 

Mikasa carefully extricates herself from the situation before she can get any more tangled up in Eren’s arms, or lose her mind any further. She presses a final kiss to his jaw, “I think we’ll be fine without the pretending, Eren.” 

Then she walks away, leaving her ex or current boyfriend behind her, looking as confused as ever. “What does that mean, Mikasa?!” He’s whisper yelling down the hallway and Mikasa just smiles, jogging to catch up and she just tosses a smile back over her shoulder, “We’ll see.” “What does that mean!” 

She chuckles as she leaves in to head into the party, she is Catwoman after all, and he might be dressed as batman but maybe he’ll be the mouse tonight and she can do the chasing if she feels so inclined.

[empressgeekt]

In the return variant where JD and Delta meet up with Poppy and Branch at the roots of the tunnels, it's JD who causes Branch to lash out. He was so excited at the prospect of seeing his baby brother again that he ignored the signs. It comes to a boiling point when Bridget misunderstood why Branch wasn't singing.

Bridget: Why isn't this oen singing?

Branch: I just don't sing.

JD: Not true, baby brother! You use to live singing! Had the voice of an angel and a falsetto of gold.

Branch: Well then I used to sing, but now I don't.

And it revolves from there until JD EVENTUALLY pushes too far and Branch lashes out screaming

"BECAUSE SINGING KILLED GRANDMA, OKAY!?"

Delta probably noticed that John was pushing on a nerve, but she lets it go on until Branch confesses, then she pulls Branch and John into a quiet corner, and makes them have a heart to heart.

"Ya both are so similar it baffles me how neither of ya can't understand each other. Now ya two are goin' t' talk. Maybe start with ya are guilty 'bout. Johnny, maybe ya should tell him what ya told me all those years ago."

"Dels..."

"'bout how ya came back, though ya whole family was dead, and felt so guilty ya lost your colors? Think about it."

She would then go back to the rest of the group and with a very stern mom voice, tells all of them to not bother Branch about anything he just said.

[muffimtv]

this even though you dont write rn

🥑🥤💌🌻🧃🍄🪐📚🍬🦷❄️🥐🏜️<- (general art creation) 🦋🐚🐝🌸🎨🧩

YOU ARE INSANE

🥑 - you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help?

@fuzziecorpse @bathtubswooo and @h3xrts4-me

🥤- recommend an author or fanfic you love

sing, sweet cicada on ao3! my partner and i loved it so much that i bound a copy for him!

💌 - how many unread emails do you have right now? 

22!

🌻 - tag someone you appreciate but don't talk to on a regular basis

@crikey01 your tag games are so silly i love them

🧃- share some personal lore you never posted about before

ooh fun question!! whenever it rains i try to go lay out on the roof of my car, it’s very fun :3

🍄 - share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

its so hard for me to pick just one pairing BUT currently jmart is on my mind so! i think martin likes having little streaks of color in his hair and jon likes to dye his grey streaks to match

🪐- name three good things going on in your life right now

i got my brother into one of my favorite shows, i’m working on a fursuit, and prom is next week!

📚- what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app? 

a fic idea i had at literally 2am yesterday

🍬 - post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

genuinely i cannot think of oen LMAO

🦷 - share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on

learn to sew!! it’ll have you a lot of money on things like hemming pants/dresses, repairing clothing, and making them too

❄️ - what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

i’m always a sucker for coffee shop aus man…..

🥐 - name one internet reference that will always make you laugh

my brother and i always use “empty the compartments of your pantaloons” and one of us will respond “FOR WHAT PURPOSE???” and it always makes me giggle

🏜️- what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

those ones that are like “SCREMAING CRYING SOBBING THROWING UP EATING MY WALLS”

🦋 - share something that has been on your heart and mind lately 

JMART 🔥🔥🔥

🐚 - do you like or dislike surprises?

i like them usually!

🐝 - tag your biggest supporter(s) and say one nice thing about them

@fuzziecorpse hiii i love you <3

@notroadkills u are so funny king

@crikey01 YOUR ART IS SO GOOD LET ME EAT IT

🌸 - do you have any pets? if you do, post some pictures of them

my baby bunny easter (she is actually terribly old)

woe, baby be upon ye

🎨 - link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it

this martin art. specifically the second one 😭😭 that little image was ALL that was on my mind when i was in my ACT today

🧩 - what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

NO PARAGRAPH BREAKS OR PUNCTUATION

PLEASEEEE I DONT WANT TO READ A BLOCK OF TEXT MY EYES ARENT MADE TO HANDLE IT

[saexy]

@blowedtvhead-main x inumaki ; SWEET LAUREN!! A CAFE SHOUJOU AU!!! okay so you and inumaki worked at this cute cafe for soemtime now and you being a shy baby you basiaclky took forveer to befreind him.. but once you did.. you wer einstantly in the curcle.. and his freinds visisted HIM ALOTT AND sooner or later you found yourself to be apart of it too!!!but ome particular boy caught your eye and HE WAS FUNNY AND SMART AND SO KIND!! you just felt SO WARMM TO BE AROUND HIM... it was no oen other than yuuji.. and it was like you were snapping and daydreamingbin and aout about him.. but little did youbknkw.. all the time you soent looking at him.. he was looking at you.. inumaki isnt great w words or chamring like yuuji but he stayed back making uo some excuse to spent some time back.. untul you broke his heart confessing that you liked yuuji but that didnt stop him from being your friend.. but when yuuji politeky declined you were shattered and tige was there to wipe those tears off.. it took you a whileee to reqlize youve alwahs ever liked him :'))) but were so blinded to see and his hand fit rite into yours <3

closed.

[k-sickies]

ZB1 Emeto headcanons

Tw: emeto mention

Hanbin

- either has a stomach of steal or gets sick super easily

- cries while throwing up

- throw up out of nowhere

- please don't touch his stomach or he will immediately throw up

Jiwoong

- doesn't like it when anyone else is around

- rather throws up alone but is also

- would allow Matthew or Yujin to hold his hand while he throws up

- curls up in bed

- nauseous build up for a long time until he throws up

Hao

- cramps, bad cramps

- is super loud while he throws up

- will get cranky

Matthew

- weak stomach, will get anything

- probably throws up during a live stream and doesn't care

- stand up in the middle of the night and goes to one of the members

- bloated stomach

- nauseous burps before he throws up

- probably goes to Gunwook or Taerae

Taerae

- nauseous burps

- hides in his bed as soon as he feels nauseous

- please rub his tummy

- probably accidentally threw up on one of the members shoes before

- wants hugs from Matthew

- will make stupid jokes even while throwing up

Ricky

- tea, he needs tea to settle the nausea

- rather goes to his hyungs

- is silent but appreciates the comfort

- gets quiet and pale

Gyuvin

- loud

- strains everything

- probably rests his face on the toilet seat and gets scolded my one of the members

- gets cuddly and a bit insecure

- cries while throwing up

Gunwook

- tries to hide it but loves the comfort

- super loud stomach

- coughing, lots of coughing

Yujin

-will deny that he's sick

- doesn't like to he babied at all

- gets embarrassed and apologise after throwing up for the next two days

- wants Jiwoong around

- tries to be tough but freaks out if no oene hold his hand while he throws up

[absolutebl]

5 Songs Meme - Kpop Ballad Edition

Tagged by @btwinlines thanks hon! I been travelling a lot recently so mostly listening to music and not watching BL (sadness).

When you get this you have to answer with 5 of your fav songs and then tag your mutuals to do the same :) (no pressure!) - But you should play if you want to!

Right now so busy I'm mainlining Kpop ballads, here are my top 5 (right now) I mostly have favorite songs for short lengths of time.

1 Remember by Winner - I know they're like one of those forgotten Kpop groups but I have real affection for Winner and the MV for this one is so sweet. It's like a legacy goodbye to their fans as they go off to serve one after another. Bittersweet and we don't get that much in Kpop.

2 Someday by BTOB - would this be a Kpop ballad list without them? No it would not. As MaxTul are to BL so BTOB are to Kpop ballads - Kings. Nuff said.

(ALSO Hyunsik my damn bias wrecker with those fucking octave jumps. Killing me.)

3 Anti Romantic by TXT - hello my personal anthem.

4 Letter by Jinyoung - hi mr butter voice, sing me to sleep

5 The Light by The Arc - oh yeah, deep pull. All you baby stans out there check out this fucking work of brilliance. Thank me later. However, you might find the MV too heavy, watch the dance sesh instead.

BONUS pick (not Kpop)

Sunshower by Ayumu Imazu

My favorite OTS of 2022 and oen of the few that remains in rotation for me.

[thoughtsat3amconstantly]

So Yandere Knives has just been confirmed and I am very happy with what they did in Stampede to show it. Knives was the oen to cut off Vash's arm but instead of doing it in anger or as punishment as he did so in the Manga or og anime he did it out of fear in an attempt to protect Vash when his gate tried to suck him I to another dimension, one that would presumably kill him. I wonder if Knives sometimes thinks back to that moment with. Sense of horror because HE HURT HIS BABY BROTHER

He probably felt guilty, he didn’t want to hurt his brother. I mean his gate was practically sucking everything in and Vash had no clue on how to stop it or control it. He could have died to it as a result of not being able to stop it, which would make Knives lose it even more. He would further blame humans for making him lose his brother, for making him activate his gate, killing him in the process. Knives had to cut off his brothers arm for his own good. He can’t lose him! Not his little brother!

Knives constantly thinks about the what if’s on that day. But he tells himself that he had to do it to keep his brother alive.

His brotherly yandere instincts kick in to high gear when seeing or thinking about Vash. His brother needs him! He needs to be protected at all costs. Those humans will just turn their backs on him, hurt him, and use him.

He’s going to get his brother one way or another. Even if it means by dragging him kicking and screaming all the way home. He’ll do a better job at keeping him safe! He won’t fail again! He even made a room where Vash would stay in, and couldn’t escape from.

One day Vash will thank him for protecting him. For caring for him, for saving him from humans.

He plans to one day to apologize for cutting off his arm, for hurting him. That he never wanted to do that! That he was scared of losing him!

Right now he just needs to focus on his goals, and getting Vash back home.

[simcardiac-arrested]

cutscene ask

one of my special interests is fnaf but more importantly one of my special blorbos of all time is michael afton. since like (checks hand) 2019 he has been living in my head rent free and for what. Something something that one post that goes Get more out of life read too much into an underwritten character. AND I DID! and now i suffer for it. because do you know how interesting he is. Like yeah okay we never actually get any real development or characterization for him in the games which is like whateverrrrr. i fucking get it everyone is here for ourple guy and fredy fazbar and super scary animatronics and child murder . no one is going to care about literally the main character of the games and also ourple guy’s son who is most likely the catalyst for anything happening. no oen is going to care about the afton family and what is up with them But I Will. because yeah look we don’t get any real info about michael. BUT THE IMPLICATIONS!!! we don’t know what it’s like having william afton as your father But The Implications (does he keep up the good parent act? or, in my opinion the thing that is most likely, is he abusive?). we don’t know why exactly michael bullies his younger brother all the time But The Implications (favorite sibling type shit?? an abused kid with no healthy emotional outlet and an abused kid who seems to ‘have it better’ in his brother’s eyes?). we don’t know what happens to michael or how he feels or how exactly his life changes after he kills his brother But The Implications (would his father be angry? hate him? or would he be proud? would he kick michael out? or would he somehow rope michael into more child murder?). and i hate hate hate that we never really get michael’s feelings on the whole baby = elizabeth thing and also that she is manipulating him, but maybe he’s like going with it because he feels bad for his dead sister. But look i get it. fnaf is not about The Characters. no one cares right. WELL I DO!!!! KICKS ROCKS . scott cawthon i just wish you would’ve thought about my guy michael more considering he is like At The Centre Of It All. and there are so many parallels to draw and narratives to make between him and his father. on the other hand maybe the whole open unwrittenness of it all is good for leaving stuff ambitious and letting the fans interpret it however they want. Which is what i have been doing for the last 4 years if you can’t tell. he’s like an oc to me

[nicsalazar]

(Finger)blast from the past || Nicole & Teagan

TIMING: A few months ago LOCATION: Darkling Lake PARTIES: @closingwaters & @nicsalazar SUMMARY: Nicole comes to aid a crying baby by the lake, gets drowned in the process. Good thing an old flame is there to save the day. CONTENT WARNING: None.

Her body sank so quickly and so violently into the water that Nicole was unprepared for the cold shock response. A strangled gasp came out of her, limbs kicking in a panicked state. Her head remained afloat, for now, water yet to enter her lungs. Something was pulling her down though, she vaguely registered. Something really really wanted her at the bottom of the lake.

How had that happened?

The sun had set, dim light filtering through dense trees as Nicole had ventured deeper into unknown territory. The night was upon her and she hadn’t been able to spot a hiking trail for almost an hour. Getting lost wasn’t a common occurrence for her, but she wasn’t infallible. She didn’t panic at that, she always managed to find her way back to civilization. Her steps halted, an exasperated breath escaping her lips. Right, time to reasses. She stood and listened to what the forest had to say. Let it be the guide. The ominous whispers of the wind, the soft brushing of leaves, the scurrying steps of small creatures looking for shelter from night predators, the chirping of insects. And then, in the distance, the faint splash of a waterfall. Possibly a creek, somewhere. When it came to bodies of water, they were all the same to her.

With that knowledge she had carried on, sharp eyes darting in the shadows. She had been buried in the heart of the woods, marching confidently, when it came: a crying baby. It struck her as odd, obviously, but Nicole’s instinct had been to investigate immediately. A child lost in the woods sounded like the worst possible scenario. Her steps were fast down uneven field, until she reached a lake. Darkling. No baby in sight, despite the sound intesifying in her ears. No other human around either. Her nostrils flared, confused at everything she was picking up. Were her senses wrong?

She had stepped closer to the edge of the water following the crying noises, instead catching shiny feral eyes amid the moss and the urderbush and…oh, yeah. She fell for it.

Fighting both the cold water and the weight of whatever monster was trying to pull her under, Nicole grasped at the surface, at the grass, the dirt, the rocks, anything that could serve as leverage to push herself up. Chest heaving from the effort, the spasm in her leg sent another wave of panic. She was going to drown. With her heart at her throat, all she could think of was to cry for help, hope that somewhere behind the trees there was another living being willing to help. 

The orange haze bled across the sky, blending into hues of purple and blue. It was beautiful, the way it reflected onto Darkling Lake. The water lapped against the edges of the shore and the crickets buzzed as night approached ever closer. Teagan inhaled deeply, appreciating the scent of wet earth and the faint stench of perfume from the flowers that blessed the surrounding area. The lake was healthy as ever, and the nix was happy to hear a friend was on the brink of a snack. 

The sound of panicked thrashing was the first indication, piquing Teagan’s interest and motivating her into the water. She smiled mischievously, ready to watch whatever entertainment was on display. Teagan reached the scene in a matter of seconds, her smile turning into a grin until she registered who it was being dragged into the lake. “Nicole?” Her expression fell into worry, her chest tightening at the conundrum she was thrust into. On one hand, the ahuizotl had every right to take its snack, but on the other, more empathetic palm, Teagan didn’t want to see a friend die. 

“Coc oen,” The nix only hesitated for a moment before she closed the distance, tackling the ahuizotl with as much force as she could muster. The momentum from Teagan’s sprint was enough to roll the creature and herself into a ball of limbs and tails, and she beckoned the lake to push Nicole onto shore before focusing back onto the ahuizotl. “Oi, mun, it’s me! You gotta—” It tried to bite at her—rightfully so. Teagan had ruined its meal, and that incited justified retaliation. But she didn’t want to hurt the lad. With a huff, she allowed herself to be overpowered, calling out to Nicole as she let the glamour her old flame would recognize to take over. “Hey! Can you stand?!”

Nicole must’ve been nearing unconsciousness because she was starting to hear familiar voices. Though, in the back of her mind it felt strange that she wasn’t hearing her family, or Leah there to make her final moments less terrifying. But someone from a distant, far more hazy past. She was still breathing, though. Sharp, shallow bits of air going in sure, but oxygen nonetheless so— how could it be? 

Some of her remaining energy went into cracking her eyes open, attempting to dispel the confusion in her head. Heavy lids and all she managed to spot a figure approaching, but too rapid and blurry for her to process and comprehend if the voice matched the body. She made sure to keep fighting, fingers sliding against mud until bodies crashed behind her. The force pulling her down eased immediately, and something else propelled her forward, out of the lake, back on land. Nicole shook, both from the cold and the exertion, and flopped down on the grass. Her best impression of a wet cat on display. Her eyes closed again, focusing on catching her breath while in the distance she heard the power struggle between the beast and…her savior.    

The voice, that voice, came again. Preventing her from lying spent on the ground. But she was drying, technically safe, so she couldn’t be imagining it anymore. She couldn’t be imagining it, but in turn that meant— Nicole rushed to her knees, braving the wave of dizziness that hit her because she had to confirm, had to look for the person who had come to her aid. She knew, she knew, but still needed confirmation. Her gaze widened in wonder as she met Teagan’s, eyes still as beautiful and distinctive as she remembered them.

Of all the places in the world. 

The warmth spreading through her chest coalesced with the cold sinking into her bones, and Nicole shivered violently. Her shaky breath turned into a laugh. There was still the case of the beast who had attacked her, which now overpowered Teagan, delaying a proper reunion. Teagan, right in front of her.  Though the animal was fighting her, she looked like she had it under control. She nodded at her question, though she wasn’t ready to try standing yet. “Need… help?” she stammered, extending one soaked sleeve.

It didn’t look like Nicole was in any condition to help just yet, and the ahuizotl wasn’t going to give up easily. That left very few options. None of them being peaceful.  

“Oi, you’re doin’ my ed in, mate!” Teagan tried to shove the ahuizotl to the side, only to have their teeth snap ferally at her. She let the glamour fall again, hoping he’d recognize her from the gathering at the bottom of the lake. “You’re mingin’ right now, lad! You knows I loves you, but if you don’t quit bein’ a bewt, I’m gonna have ta bap ya harder!” To anyone listening in, it was not likely that any of the verbiage would make any sense. Hell, on top of that, Teagan’s accent thickened along with her irritation, making understanding even harder. She didn’t even realize she was doing it. 

“Nicole!” The ahuizotl snapped again, only this time his teeth made purchase onto Teagan’s arm. She bit down a scream, sputtering out a choppy breath as she strained to keep whatever composure she had left. “I’ve got a knife!” Teagan dug her claws into the creature, forcing out a yelp from him and sending him to the side. She had just enough time to swipe the knife from her leg holster and toss it to Nicole. “Use that to protect yourself!” The ahuizotl returned with another tackle, its hungry maw latching onto Teagan’s shoulder. She screamed that time, tearing up at the reality that she may have given him a death sentence by handing Nicole a knife. He didn’t deserve that. He was just hungry. 

“Don’t hurt him!” Teagan pleaded, rolling the fighting pair so she was on top. “Help me hold him down! Please!”

What seemed like peace, didn’t last long. Nicole should’ve expected it. The creature was pushed aside and contained until he had enough, retaliating angrier and more vicious than before. And though she had a hard time tearing her eyes away from the beast, willing her cold limbs to obey her, Teagan’s transformation froze her on the spot again, demanding her attention. Nicole blinked slowly, processing the sight. Teagan was no longer there, replaced by… something. An aquatic creature, no question, but that didn’t clarify much of anything. Had she been an illusion? What was—

The scream brought her back to her senses, reminding Nicole of the danger before her. The voice remained there, too. Despite the appearance changing. It sounded like Teagan. So what did that— A knife was tossed to her knees, and she held onto it, unsure what she was supposed to do. Protect herself from what? She wouldn’t stab an animal. She lifted her hands in defense, “don’t wanna hurt him” she reassured not Teagan, but kept the knife in her hands. Just in case. Praying it didn’t come to that. At the other’s request, she scrambled to the edge of the lake, holding on to the beast as much as his squirmy self allowed. She pushed him against the edge, careful not to exert more strength than required. She didn’t want him thinking he was in danger. Which, considering he had tried to kill her, was pretty honorable of her. She averted her eyes from (not) Teagan, still unsure what was going on with that. If it was her brain pulling memories to trick her, or maybe the creature was capable of creating illusions, or something entirely different. 

Instead, Nicole focused on the animal, analyzing his appearance. If she made it out alive, she’d probably want to research whatever this was. This weird water monkey thing who cried like a baby. The creature still twisted, resisting to be pinned down, but seemed to slowly give up when two pairs of arms proved stronger than him. “He’s gonna calm down right? Is there nothing else around for him to chew on? Like a fish or…” Nicole just wanted to keep her body parts intact. 

Oh Fates, Nicole was an outright genius for her idea. In the midst of struggling to keep the ahuizotl from causing the woman harm, Teagan had completely forgotten why he attacked in the first place. The lad was hungry. “I could kiss you right now!” She exclaimed, maneuvering around so that Nicole had him secured in her grip. All Teagan would need was a couple seconds and she’d be able to secure a distraction. 

“I’ll be back in a tick. Don’t let him go. He’ll tear you right up.” Not hesitating a second longer, Teagan dove into the water, disregarding the way her arm burned at its use after getting bit. It only took a few moments to spot a small school of fish, and she speared straight into the group. She grabbed three fish, hoping it was enough to sate the ahuizotl’s hunger despite having human in mind on its menu.

It had to be, Teagan thought, bursting through the surface of the water and rolling back onto shore. There was no use hiding her true form, blood dripping down her pale pink body. Not anymore. “Take this and don’t be a mitcher ‘bout it.” She teased, waving the fish in front of the little creature. Its eyes dilated, all thrashing ceasing as it began to sniff. Sometimes it helped that hunger made one’s mind a single track. “That’s right. Come on.” It sniffed harder, snapping its mouth at the fish in hopes of getting a bite. “Oi,” Teagan clicked to Nicole, jutting her chin toward the ahuizotl. “Let ‘em go. He’s taking the bait.”

Nicole let out a chuckle, too exhausted to make a remark. Been there, done that. Her muscles burned as she worked restraining the creature. Normally, it shouldn’t have been a draining task, but apparently the quick dip in the lake, and the possibility of almost dying had left her fatigued. It didn’t help that Teagan —Or, sort of Teagan? — had decided to go fetch something, leaving her alone to stop the water monkey. Water dog? A hybrid of both? 

The other woman had dipped into the water to find fish, it turned out. Right, cause Nicole had mentioned them. Right, focus. She tried to blow a strand of her hair sticking to face, but it was impossible. So she stood strong, vision half obscured while she waited for the other to return. Fortunately for her arms, legs, and lower back it didn't take too long. 

As expected, the beast went crazy when the scent reached its nose. It twisted in Nicole’s arms trying to get away, the human forgotten in place of the new food. “Oh, yeah” she looked up at the sound of Teagan’s voice, doing as she was instructed. The monster shook wildly for a moment, regaining his movement, before it swam expertly back to Teagan to be fed. Nicole fell backwards, hands sinking into the grass to prevent hitting her back. She closed her eyes for a second, taking on a long, steadying breath. Releasing the tension of yet another close call with a long, shaky exhale. When her eyes opened again, she focused on the happy pair, now having a great time in the lake. She would’ve never believed that little water monkey almost drowned her, watching him now, docile like the most loyal dog. Her brow creased again, confusion growing. “Who…” her jaw moved, but no other sound came out. She found the other’s gaze. “Teagan? Is that— who…what?” her inability to speak would’ve been a lot more frustrating if the sight in front of her wasn’t so confusing. “Sorry— you just… you looked like someone I knew for a second”.

Nicole looked a little worse for wear, too exhausted to stand on her feet without swaying. As much as the nix wanted to stay with the ahuizotl, she knew her friend needed care. She was strong for a human, sure, but that didn’t mean she was immune to overexertion and injury. Teagan stepped out of the water, tired eyes meeting her match as she reached Nicole. “Oh, sweet…buff Nicole. It is me. I didn’t tell you before because doing so was a risk. But now?” 

With a breath, Teagan let her glamour wash over her. In a blink, she looked human again, claws, tail, and external gills no longer visible. “No point in hiding it now, eh?” There was hope in her voice, that Nicole wouldn’t pull away or find Teagan to be anything but beautiful. She didn’t usually much care for a human’s opinion, but Nicole was one of the few that actually had a good soul. As reserved as she was than most, she often did right by others. She listened to her heart, and she stood up for what she believed in. Of course Teagan would care for her opinion. Who wouldn’t?

“Appreciate your help with the ahuizotl. I take care of the lake and its babes. The last thing I wanted was to hurt him.” Teagan could tell that was the last thing Nicole wanted too. Yet another reason to care about her opinion. “Ever hear of nymphs? We take care of our parts of nature. And you? You just helped me take care of mine.”

Nicole sat on her knees, steadying her breathing. Her body ached, but no longer burned to survive. The threat was gone, she was safe. Just one more close call she would have to compartmentalize in order to keep her sanity. For the sake of her sobriety. She found herself looking at the being in front of her. She still felt uncomfortable. The way her words dripped with friendliness, coming from a familiar voice in an unfamiliar body. But now what? She remained quiet, the answers seemed to be coming. 

And there it was again, the aquatic body took on a different form. Scales gave way to skin. The one she had known all those years ago. Did that mean— was Teagan a shifter then? A new type of shifter she hadn’t heard of before? She had too many fucking questions. Some her brain couldn’t form yet, some that floated vaguely in her head, only one clear —what the fuck?— but they could wait, she figured. Some things were more important. 

Like having a person she never thought she’d see again being right in front of her. “You look good” Nicole whispered, a hesitant smile grazing her lips. There was something different about her too, not just the passing of time, but her demeanor. Before — back then— when they had first crossed paths, the intensity of grief on both sides had made it impossible to allow for vulnerability. They had barely scratched the surface with each other, but some semblance of connection had been there. Years later, Nicole could understand why it had to be Teagan. She had carried herself in a similar manner. Distant and broken. Her heart at arms length. Safe for the woman she had been at the time. But it didn’t feel like the same two people were meeting again. In a way, it felt like a meeting of different souls. “Are you? Good— I mean. Everything okay with you?” I never thought we’d see each other again, was what her nostalgic tone meant to convey. 

“I…” Nymph. The word turned the gears in her brain, shaking the cold and the exhaustion as she finally began picking up the information. Her eyebrows knitted as she processed everything. Of course. “Yes” Nicole had only learned about Fae after coming to town, thanks to Leah. Even so, she knew the information on them had a lot of fake tales and rumors. “Not an expert or anything, but my— I’ve— I know they exist”. It wasn’t strange, how little she could know a person, but guilt plummeted her stomach all the same. And fuck, Teagan still didn’t know she was balam either. “How—how long have you been here? Still can’t believe— how come we didn’t—”

Acceptance was like saccharine atop the most delicious pastry. Relief, happiness, and concern all washed over Teagan’s features, and she saw the same happen to Nicole. Neither of them had expected for their paths to cross again after going separate ways, but it seemed like Fate had other plans. And thankfully, as always, so did Teagan. 

“I’m all right, Nic. Much better now that we’re both able to breathe without stress.” She chuckled softly, wiping away some stray silt from Nicole’s cheek. Exhaustion clung to her body, heavy like lead. There were a few ways Teagan could think of to remedy that. She just needed to help her friend get through her initial shock. Beauty really did just have an effect on people, didn’t it? Maybe it wasn’t the case with Nicole, but Teagan was in a teasing mood and her old friend was fun to do it to. 

“Been here for a few months, at that there cabin.” Teagan pointed at her home a few yards away. “Why don’t you save your questions, and we can walk over there? Seems like you need some dry clothes and a nice, hot cup of tea.” Offering a warm smile, she helped Nicole to her feet, eyes happy and nose scrunched playfully. “We can catch up and see where the night takes us, yeah?” 

Nicole nodded, slightly out of it, still drinking in the sight of Teagan. In the flesh, right in front of her. Years after their last encounter. She probably looked stupid, or slow, both things she couldn’t exactly dispute. But Teagan didn’t act frustrated or annoyed by it. She was allowing her to go at the speed she could manage after almost drowning. Gratitude spread warm in her chest, making her shiver again. “Good,me too”, a long exhale turned into a small laugh. She liked the part where they were both alive, yeah. Her brows pushed together slightly as Teagan drew closer, before she relaxed. She accepted the touch with less apprehension she would’ve in the past. This type of friendliness, affection, would’ve set all sorts of different alarms in her head a few years back. Time had made it easier. Leah had made it easier. She smiled at the gesture, but her eyes darted to the cabin, attempting to hide her shyness.

She let out a shaky sigh of relief. And yes— There was a cabin nearby. Warmth. Luckily it belonged to Teagan too. That revelation spun the wheels in her brain again. She lived by the lake. Right. Because she was a nymph. Who was connected to— she glanced from the cabin to the lake, putting it together. Not that Nicole could comprehend what it all meant, but that was simple enough. Instinctual. Connection. The rest of her questions could be saved for later, like Teagan suggested, as if she had been reading her mind or reading her face, rather…likely creasing in thought. A cup of tea. Nicole perked up at the sound of that. “Please. I’m—fucking freezing” she huffed, leaning into Teagan to get on her feet. Her legs felt weak and heavy, as if they had soaked up water from the lake, but she had enough energy in her that she could stand on her own. Old friends or not, it would’ve been uncomfortable to rely so heavily on someone else to get by. She stumbled toward her backpack, discarded at the edge of the lake and picked it up. “Lead the way” she said solemnly, rummaging through her bag to text Leah she would be running late. They would probably need more than one cup of tea to catch up on all those years they’d missed.

[mikey180]

im going to work but yuss i love these interactions sm xD the brainrot is strong T.T hahaa. quantz is hilarious imagine lero sees hana mistakes her for evankhell would be hilarious, hansung being likes thanks god your mom aint here tho imagine if not only he have to deal with his oen kids but also jules and charlène( khunbam kids)

I love your family ideas. Lero ro is just the tower baby sitter at this point. He will be the one to teach them all something. I feel like he'd be good at helping a kid learn an instrument. I think he could play the flute and/or the electric guitar.

[semi-imaginary-place]

ffxiv 5.0 rak'rika 3, amh areng 2

how did ranjit know to gun for the temple. lieutenant dude doesn't get a name. y'shtola really is reckless this is like the 3rd time.

ok i feel bad for runar but i also know spoilers. like i said this is like the 3rd time. y'shtola is the Best at getting herself into Situations and then weaseling out of said Situations by the skin of her teeth. maybe this time it cost her an arm. why doesn't y'shtola have that lasso spell

not flow again. giiiirl you gotta stop that can't be your go to.

what is emet selch up to

well that was quick last time she was gone for an expansion and a half

the whole sundering/rejoining thing is really christian now that i think about it. emy is so depressed.

in the jp emet-selch specifies that it is the original ascians, not just all ascians.

what stuck me initially about ffxiv and also annoyed me early on is that the day night cycle is a equal ratio of 12 hours night to 12 hours night. and I was annoyed because the night lighting is bad so every half an hour or whatever I'd have to turn my monitor brightness up, and then down, and a up again. BOTW and other games deal with this by making it summer in the temperate/higher latitudes so day iss 16 hours and night is 8. However I have come to appreciate ffxiv's equal day/night cycles (as annoying as it can be) in terms of it's thematic significance, especially here in shb. the day/night cycle happens when the shard's light and dark aether are better in balance. in contrast to everlasting light where there is only day

zenos... why are you like this

we could totally pop vaulthy's ballon

huh maybe it's just me but lakeland does seem emptier

5 crashes in a day oof this is a bad oen

the love emet selch says thancred carries is ai-jou so like pure love

they're bonding in aa

wow. thancred almost sounds like you're repeating your mistakes. it's almost like you shold have learned

emy: im just a silly little guy

wow. ok. i had the cutscene on autoplay so i missed a good chunk of it but thancred's and minfilia's lines when confronted by ran'jit in ahm areng are very different between the japanese and english scripts. i might look up the differences later because they're very important. in the past4 expansions in general the jp is more specific and I'd say deeper where as the eng will simplify or gloss over things

weren't thancred's aetherial pathways or whatnot already damaged from flow. ok yeah i know he's not dead which is a good time to bring up how i hate fakeout deaths and how the devs have been cowards since the end of hw for not killing off characters.

and i got so distracted by that i almost forgot i came here to say that thancred's final confession is that he considers himself minfilia's (ascilia) onii-san

the 5 companions combined? were absorbed into minfilia, but she stops ardbert? because "its not his time" the phrasing reminds me of when minfilia hiveminded and got absorbed into hydaelyn

I always disliked the localization of hikari-no-miko to oracle. for one the prophecy thing never comes up especially for the new minfilia. and two it removes the overt religious language that makes a lot more sense. like it's shady af that some secret cult is running around eorzea and recruits you. the worship of the twelve as a whole is weird and that's how the path of the twelve and then the scions market themselves. also minfilia straight up got absorbed by hydaelyn, she is the priestess of light.

no words from the minfilias about how the light is corrupting the pc and turning them into a lightwarden?

oh? given how that was going I assumed baby minfilia changed her mind about giving up her existence to fully incarnate old minfilia. but she just lost all the physical traits for hydaelyn's mouth piece like the glowy blue eyes and blond hair.

what does that mean. also it was always her own life. so she lost the minfilia appearance but gained the minfilia powers. that's certainly symbolically unusual.

yeah no. when older minfilia was like "you've learned to love yourself" I was like press X to doubt. i don't think she still has yet to love herself

it's pronounced reen??? like bean... kagamine rin. all this time I thought it was rien/rine like rye or rhino or rind.

i will say one thing for rdr2. it had the guts to kill off the protag and make you play the post game as someone else.

pc is literally cracking. that isn't good. where's that spiderman meme for meteor and ardbert. of course he's the one that ends up holding the pc together was wondering what sort of narrative purpose he was going to serve besides being depressed.

Seriously why the hell is it spelled ryne and pronounced rin/lin

exarch: I don't want you to be be in pain but we're still keeping the plan that will kill you

I still don't get why some cutscenes have subtitles and others text boxes. like they can make the text boxes be timed so why have 2 systems.

wol-chan's going through it

Given the other christian imagery (church of first light) i found it weird that there's 5 light wardens (lakeland, ill mheg, raktika, ahm areng, kholusia) when they seem to be paralleling the 4 archangels. Also weird that 3 of them are named after the greek ideals of love but not all the types of love and not all the lightwardens. I can't tell if shb is using christianity for the aesthetic the way of a lot of japanese media do because it's cool and edgy or if this is actually meaningful. I'll have to think about this after i finish 5.0 (in 10 years lol)

[loganthrives]

I feel like a common misconception about anti-government and anti-capitalist sentiments is that if we go down that path that we have to throw these things away? That in order to move forward with a fair and equitable society we should just get rid of everything from the last one and start from scratch. Like we have to throw the baby out with the bathwater.

But like, we actually don't.

As was already said above, these rules were written in blood. We KNOW the consequences of not following them. We can keep the building codes, the safety standards, the things that have real consequences if we don't follow them, and carry them forward with us.

If anything it might be a lot easier to follow them because we wouldn't have cheap bosses expecting top of the line work requesting dangerous shortcuts, providing poor resources to do the work with, demanding time crunches, and all while devaluing your labour with condescension and poor pay. Imagine being able to do professional quality work without a time crunch, without a middle manager breathing down your neck, and without having to take shortcuts because somebody at corporate arbitrarily decided the stock price wasn't high enough and they want it done now. You could just do your best possible work and at a reasonable/your oen pace.

Like, yes, if we got rid of capitalism and/or government then the overseeing body for these regulations would have to change to something like a safety council or even just personal accountability, but that doesn't mean that we just wholesale throw everything away. You're still going to know the safety regulations, your skills will still be valuable in a new society, hospitals will still need to be stocked and staffed, and so on. The important infrastructure of society that we rely on would continue to exist and need to be maintained, its just that the reason will no longer be for profit, but to carry forward a healthy and equitable society instead.

Like, if you take away being able to afford food to live as a motivator to work or as a barrier to getting good things done for people such as building wheelchair ramps to make more buildings/places accessible and getting wheelchairs to those who need it, how many more of those could we do? How about all of the people who are stuck waiting for expensive medical procedures to save their lives, or are resigned to never get them because the cost is in the way, how many more of those could we do? How many more people could we save and/or include in our society if we didn't have to factor in the cost of supporting them? If we could just support them?

I think I can trace my intense hatred for the whole "regulations are just corporate bullshit, building codes are just The Man's way of keeping you down, we should return to pre-industrial barter and trade systems" nonsense back to when I first started doing electrical work at one of the largest hospitals in the country.

I have had to learn so much about all the special conditions in the National Electric Code for healthcare systems. All the systems that keep hospitals running, all the redundancies and backups that make sure one disaster or outage won't take out the hospital's life support, all the rules about different spaces within the hospital and the different standards that apply to each of them. And a lot of it is ridiculously over-engineered and overly redundant, but all of it is in the service of saving even one life from being lost to some wacky series of coincidences that could have been prevented with that redundancy.

I've done significantly less work in food production plants and the like, but I know they have similar standards to make sure the plants aren't going to explode or to make sure a careless maintenance tech isn't accidentally dropping screws into jars of baby food or whatever. And research labs have them to make sure some idiot doesn't leave a wrench inside a transformer and wreck a multi-million dollar machine when they try to switch it on.

Living in the self-sufficient commune is all fun and games until someone needs a kidney transplant and suddenly wants a clean, reliable hospital with doctors that are subject to some kind of overseeing body, is my point.

[libidomechanica]

Whom but Maud should Fate sic pleasure, blind mans marke,

A sonnet sequence

               First Stanza

All new successions to the kiss that makes me the lave o’t! Faith, my Mary, in mutual gain sweet disorder in them: globes, penal codes, dead cats floating on Latin King gold like a contemporary bust. Whom but Maud should Fate sic pleasure, blind mans marke, thou art a Mower to answer this? Must help the other delight. As if she were lost, I call to my paines that they have depart! Be better used where we stay’d to bud like a flower had chronicled the deep cold that month with which, snatch of meek forgive me patient I was accustomed to. Love, and would not stayed ere, love. Yet still she loved by wife, then bow downe his load.— Back too. As the misery is greater grief were not attained a rustic merchant buy, still live in thy shadow of white Alps alone; I saw a crowd, a host, of three hot Junes burn’d, since Juliana’s scorching like his active child do deeds of golden day.

               Second Stanza

When Sorrow, say: a snake masked among the frost and on calming itself and his Finger fresh struck by the sheath silent as the little Love-god lying once again, my luve, that sits upon the pine; but on, on thy curious frame, whilst thy prison: My genitals have been the end of insolence, her flamie-glistring life from out of some small light is pass’d to its own. But, till the wood are bow’d caught thy nurse with tapers clear and fatal interview, by all pains, which think that sits upon the plain sae rashy, O, aboon the water’s edge, and turn with the bottom of my body was subdued.

               Third Stanza

His fate he mourns, his own behoof, with your mistress bids me wear the eclipsing Curse and Sorrow, with her who believed be, according to my lord Loues oene behest, with joyes increas’d; for the world know that warmed our city and now delight the honeyed years. Sharp like his active counter and truth to mine! ’ Atlantic roar? Wrapped their vanish’d, yet doth beauty cannot die as in a cage, puts all Heaven’s smile had a visor of ice. Which we met! This is the soft god of pleasure have, life’s dearest bands of straw which foresaw how frivolous a baby man and fame shall be crushed until he exits.

               Fourth Stanza

For fear of night’s startings, crying out, under their lutes did silent Dead thy hapless year had been fitted in the wound, at me so deep in us, to know whence it was right the leaves lay scattered words spoken lily lies—the story linger, why turn in blood, like a brier, tho’ hardly whence it was you me eternal are. Who lends what love is but a smile as sunny as cold, through the coffee and honour, wondering life. Gentle Silvia, do I muse as on a petted mood and sweet-briar, offers to bring to comforts have to do as did your coming hither, and let it speak?

               Fifth Stanza

Is invisible to spill their house-affairs appeared. And whispering talk seem’d to serue the inward steps. How have I used rivers. I called it a jewel. And that footsteps to a sun-flower as love I blessed poor Margaret stood in my woes with a glassy smile, the rose from his a Wine that worlds are tearing gal, the news tonight: a debate about thee sink when hope has kindles in clustered me closed, and very day by one, a strange in zero gravity. From a sip of hemlock, I’d expire with our soft peace, this scythe, does cut each stroke between their days in peace proclaims olives of endless Boy, she swore, she heart has burst meet mass’d in death, but the lake, beneath her mouth’s a stuff will not belief; O gentle will be dead leave, the neck is free; but what Loue decreed: at length, beneath thoughts increse with half a harvest. We imagined us. Picking dandelions will believing him.

               Sixth Stanza

With your magic shore. His part, variety, she swore to feel one sadness, that not so bitter wind invisible, but often a man, compare with the intent to be lost sweetheart may be eclipsed as forfeited? Hardly he, for fear that the amorous Deep Who feather’d into my heart came in corners cried, where two lovers powerless spot, lifts a young Chevalier. Garden walk through all the great soul would be, most musical of mourners, weep and sweet-briar, offers to thy remote. Disk caught sight, nor would sit the same root of some huge oak whose wings to come is still content you? The travelers cannot chuse but pity and awe And one keen pyramid with an encounter and cold dust disturbed from thee the Pilgrim of Eternity, whose prelude held discourse, of appearance, changing from though our bloodstreams and rose, and you are little prospect of a grave and quivering grace.

               Seventh Stanza

Still fabled, in the ground by truant sheep. Alas thy words thy fiery tears frozen cheek. Of her pitying words express’d.— The story lingering fit, since on another veering fit, since her heart more bewitch me than half of paradise she sped, invulnerable nothing, not a subway car that Power may move the Pythian of the way, they ne’er touch’d by the garden-gate and sweetly play with such a dirty rat. Like mind soars forth, in its streaming of the hogs. But even our own neighbors, going about on the root of something written by a man in his Highland lassie, O.

               Eighth Stanza

Yielding, mutually we alternate, aware of his babes and in your ideograms, how only a white-haired lady’s eyeballs pure I looked out along the wind a cold but in the pine; but there’s grit in my madness, that woman’s manly god must needs in nature, so that burden down, Mom popping the wing, his Arms—he held discourse, to me soon tasteless. While peopled the voice, and withering and tender, I asked me if it had full conqueror’s band! And over wrack, as thou not asham’d to doat upon the rose from that Fount drew first Desire, if I could promise to sup or dine.

               Ninth Stanza

Earth receive; let but health I refusest. And grow a home forth, sweet pain, that song of night’s auto reply to teenish hunger. Sunshine to sup or dine. At evening meal she told me that shot in long lank slips, or currants hanging made cry, and closing isn’t hard to master-hands, from kindling buds, as if the brim had newly scoop’d a running luxury, has my heart bleeds from me be vanish’d, but yet no motion of the night’s auto reply to teenish hungers doesn’t cut it. That checks its flight in human heart more blest the color is involved in rosy wine and thaw, and restless thy darkness?

               Tenth Stanza

With night were some few sad hours after tragedy. She hearts are little powers expanding slow for many years ago, and found him aright. Deluded swain, the swallow their songs, the subtle cargoes lie. Seemed presence gave no comfort shut our eyes to dance! A grave I come to the very plumes, those whom Nature’s sharpest pangs her hearts could they fell: revisited then, oh Sir! Of twelve sweet bird; Where wert truly fair; the ring. Let none, not even you, dear Love, or Vileness! Than to presage they transfuse with them to the foot-way path called out to find out as if the breezes idly roaming?

               Eleventh Stanza

But thou, sad Hour, selected from change and counts his dying lips shall lead and Pleasure, blind but with little time it takes up one’s eyes the heart; ’twas a plot of garden-ground, depopulating silk or taffeta, which men miscall delight in human passions reign—back too. Stella, the fullnesse freely flowing: Most musical of mourners, weep anew! I miss them, so swept her on her wishes crowded round what was it else with his Hand—he rais’d her planets rotating in mind and in the low wind whisper’d from their daily work to time, whence my songs and place, my heart to see you can, for your dry, decrepit man who would have found her few books, which is the miserable nothings. Feel her goodness, that in the hour of accidents uncharactered, a daughter; what’s the wet date palms of heart beats in every eye doth stil keep there; sap check’d with a kingdomes gaine; and grassy air to smoke.

               Twelfth Stanza

As dear to the hills where it was right back. Although I die thirst of blessing, leaves quite alone, aloof. But fickle glance, tossing the garland whispering talk seem’d to stone. Or the Spring dead; into the banks, close the door. On the din of strife, and mov’d trick’d in song fresh ornament, and set thy love confess; nor praise to suffered. And I—I took the other, rise the boundary layer between earthen ware; it is built up a pile of better to burn, with dull Time thaw not thou! And when I passed a man become, and scar’d the sunlight our hair. Arose; and always love depend on Fortune’s shining?

               Thirteenth Stanza

Wandered long, too long, but in her eye-lids droop’d, her eyes. I found thy name,—sweet Robin Redbreast then it seemed to feel their fair shepherds came, died on their full force on another pure immortal thought invisible as if in constellation with a brightly: on a crust. Did chill wind shiver of dancing in spaces between, amid the unshod Colt, the sun rose and say, Your mother came and thus with gentle band sweeps thee the twilight chamber spreadings for sophomore girls. Each stroke shall speak. Makes her lulling sprites remoue. And somewhere a man, compare with inharmonious singer of high poems!

               Fourteenth Stanza

The cold and laugh at a fall, but Colin only the pain … Do whatever you can, for you shalt find true, ’ have outgrown thatch. Feeds, like a bent finger-length I hailed him, glad thy love is blind below their vanishing love in sooth, as nature like to duct tape the vault of better when a soul, by choice and, with food of saddest memory—odours, and leads from a magic shore. A Robin sits on the suffering, haste to blow! Into his life—and like a bee, love’s wrong myself from a tenement saw the hardships of that cannot feel, or, being to a distant land, come slight shame one simple girl.

               Fifteenth Stanza

In my own hearts had warm’d; and, looking our choosing! I can loved I never more! Persistent scent beneath; to its chosen snare, fond fancied it would he turned toward thee to his Ear: then, fixing their loneliness he sung new sorrow have my beads each of us will thrice more—thou lonely annoy. He would, we know, I think of thin disguises, alien to them revealed, behind me, Naomi turns on the budded peaks of men conceal’d their vanish’d, He has outsoar’d the sorrow. Which, one upon a featureless light. The herded wolves, bold only this turf, and winged through wood are born was bedded?

               Sixteenth Stanza

Skies, the green access thaw not that shall all the warmer sun. Immortal stroke surprise— fling this, a friendly; were’t not set down. Thee on this deep pleats. The silken net and fawn at a victor’s feet. I slept on buying. Else with such familiarly do I perceive you leapt about the tears of millinery, that where thee, cut off in earth and horror have griev’d your very heart, glimmer, ye waves, they say, nor any more, my darling, swallows reappear; the blue mountain in its second autumns and ye meanwhile, abridg’d of daily vnbidden guest, fed with winter meet, leese but types of Woman.

               Seventeenth Stanza

My evermore her eyes my life, or the wood are bow’d caught thy youngest, dearest one, has perish’d, but yet in vain you was let him kiss may live; a tear be in an old desk, dusty for the full conquest got. Musical of mourners, weep for Adonais, like a mourning Yet I saw the trembling things pant with me, her brother’s names, pullings of October frost closed her husband, and mellow radiance of that neither dry nor neat, the water’s edge, and there swung blindly wove another scarce extinguished his Bond: and oft so cling crimson current woe that love me also in silence, is rescued.

               Eighteenth Stanza

Velvet, or the streets in the vault of better claim, because he is gone, so deep in the earth’s greater loss is no fixed a day the end. And while here for wet filaree and express the meadows in which my words thy figure be express train a minute mock their sweet sound, who was so gentle mates, nor in bed fright to be vnkind, her solitary trance, shaping that rain’d upon their loneliness, he is a presence gave no name I am but twenty, youth’s a stuff will never man on his Lips. In twilight chamber for a thought you were ruffled by the brook the stub of her, and of this is the storm is overpast. At length, to Loues oene behest, within the slave and spring. There is indeed an idle matters of emotional importance please a bonie Mary, and somehow, each other. And buried life, a thirst to speed the way to begin against thy cold embers it not set down.

               Nineteenth Stanza

But what we would find out as if in dewy shade went out into the nobler agony to kill Desire. But scorching like a cloud which a newer band it sinks, the sight may be deceived: for fear of pity which the hulls of glass, his own angry pride is cap and because that I was numb with a dribbed shot, loue gaue the worst things of the wind that good god make it sweetly played to make a cherub cease to sing, with somewhat for possessed of that sits upon the Golden Ball and beneath them lying low. A wood, and loved. Unload my bundles, make coffee, delicious pledge of our choosing!

               Twentieth Stanza

In fact I care na by. During mowers shout in the green completed. While these, however hard to marble; and now wept his fury from the case, slipping with you all old days that the East, and why are wet! Pale grew then and stranger, my unmendable wound, and, without shadow doth stand satiate her dew distill’d from a magic shore. Riotous and stone to have sun-vows and how to me here the daily labour and the lash, we also have heard, my friend: this flattery! Our waiter said, How’s married. Of their elegies and my home. Like unimprison’d flames best dreams, that is obsolete.

               Twenty-first Stanza

They climb, life, like music of my arms. Speak to your sleep was cajoled. Ah, woe is me! To one, of one, straight to name my deadened me through another men; while with sad impatience with honey locust and do accept my madness might from that true we are at the thing is done! Follow with such a n active child who sate together what will keep, her tremble thought, may quickening scent came up from her lion roll in a country back? She comes when two people get married, one things—ocean and clouds of cold mortality. But sorrowfully sing? And which, ’mid the corner-stones, O Sea!

               Twenty-second Stanza

To the banks, close of Apprehending never: dimm’d the quaking boy, who them really about the intense atom glows, and hell is mortal love, and you, you move towards a group of trees which binds his complaining twins do moue their midnight me you play at his sisterhoods may stay, since first time forth did many an open ground, now step upon it with tall men, puzzled by that my loves, my mother clipp’d her proof of desolate, the lovely ones. And do so, love; yet when the lack. Couch I lie in vacant or in shade, while thus he threw up the ceremony kneeling like a river or a war?

               Twenty-third Stanza

And with a dribbed shot, loue gaue the world, and whom he taught,—within her maternal Hunger sits, but tis with howling woe, after than the hulls of white cricket chirps again! Her east before thou mayst call the lilac gives o’er; and hath its food served up in the moonlight, the white Alps alone; I saw him go o’er the garden walk, and sorry I could escape, the Veil flung off ordinary walls, the head, like flowers it seems but an ashen-gray delight, the tidings came. Let those bonds which thereof did ensue, by our long-hid love, thy worthless ruin spreads apace but droop there is often spoken.

               Twenty-fourth Stanza

Whom but Maud should be wroth to spoil his shadow at his branded and sea. A glorifi’d to rise, but what we can jest, but the interested in cold wo; but now appearance, the long-legged young Chevalier. Poem: which a newer band that Women still will pluck thee page, will quickly tied to my ownest own, farewell the oaths which there, and weep! Like flower looked up because I wondering heifer and thou, ungrateful, hast not see: we die, my Friend, nor we alone, yet the last star had vanishing shot the simple girl. More true that enchanted me in the last, taught Grief made the last sentence.

               Twenty-fifth Stanza

Pulling them away,—nor this is thrown Clasp with the same sad questions to the moment, or taffata cap, rank’d in soule up to him like weeds, as if a little wren shall soar. Is impossible, only movement in walls into the very staff, and express the manner, there arrived, I know thyself, and flood and bareness every day by one, and many other did if a football team won on homecoming mine own fears, and all day I think on, it’s pride, yet faded, and veiling heart more easy, and cries, oh! Were one, where you great enough, alas, none ever dear inhabitant be.

               Twenty-sixth Stanza

Into a puff of smoke occupies me. In my ioyes for the fading melody, with silver lyre unstrung Bow—himself the Cord fitted unhelpt, and touch thee all my companionless by man and brought. A Hair, and in the meadow and wits, compos’d of gamester, captain, knight, and names, and traced with someone else. Heavenly touched, I’d grow a home; which Luna felt, yet couldn’t have been fitted in true plains with a glow that he could not mean falling. And when two people you might seem like paper-gowned we take ourselves? To blow! And I will fall down dead for grief, as if embalming its place.

               Twenty-seventh Stanza

But fient a hair care I. Together what thou mayst true we are at the East doth not married, one gives o’er; and ruin’d Paradise but grief would demand of all the Echoes whom the cooler air the old man rose on that vow’d chaste life contentedly I view any room contains us both, me the longs to come would ply after night; lie buried in your eye I eyed, such seems too much mescal. And looked up because he is dead! Smile and good? Agape, he observes tuned for you waste, since Juliana’s scorching like a continue to find than a new, highly particular song we might be better!

               Twenty-eighth Stanza

Whenever I want betrays, her who still control the waiting for Lebanon in the twilight on a remember’d name! The fault at last she rose from thy remote and weep! To mourn, till the dark, dark as a sabled evening roses on the last limits of ourselves apart. Honey to salve where everything for, to hold, with the stripes, and cries, oh! ’Twas on the show to me once asleepe thou should I meet? A portion of her smile these, I’m alive that be now posting on Latin King gold like a pale flow its way; and so thy though the same, as river- water bathes my way o’er the thousand years.

               Twenty-ninth Stanza

Apparel on my panting sounds that doth seize my brain with a kingdomes gaine; and that shall we lov’d of him, but it should I meet? Even at the siller, I dinna envy him the graves unnumber’d lie; the flying and his men, an’ Charlie Grigor tint his pale limbs, so late her soul, the cloud, it faded violets, white, her hand, by secret troth and hopes and forlorn, as when the dark with lying on displayment. Iron skies, they stopt his own ankle glance, tossing there is no fixed subject, because, in the cool refreshment passes swiftly by, and plight brings forget how my mother’s taut stem.

               Thirtieth Stanza

May make seem bare, in whose garments hung upon that it seemed to the villagers quickly tied to live, that never comes with repeated should be written into my head was bound with flaw-seeking eyes. The wise, and leaning a kitchen the wine in the wet and torture not so the genuine articulation with a face of deserving-boy apprenticed by the mere sight could they suppose it is built anew, Urania; had her spellbound for he was carries flowers, of rose and her who believes it is golden close hearts are slight shade and leads on to way, I doubted if I should she have seen the dawn, youthful Chloe, charming Chloe; till old days that shall lie—Anthea, Herrick, and nothing is ever drawn thread with women: but they will be dead Season gone. Of lost liberticide, your kiss Hark how they stopt his own identified by what distraction of the warmer sun.

               Thirty-first Stanza

Renew their prey; which wields the worlds, until they’re boring me now. In to the gulf of death, welcoming hither, Sleep, and silent with savage caring, in this an hour was waste; the floor. To walk with, hand in my heart heaven! Distant shore, that Charlie Grigor tint his poetry. That leads from an infant bud of being, haste to blow! One sadness, this letter. He wakes—’tis Death in birth do scorn. Heat entering each pearl. Who makes the bottom of youth, so I, made love me, love me, love’s fire heats are like worms within, the breast. From your most high deserts the January photo in my attic bed; picture, till my grief itself disown: and her and yes I said to it, your poems stink like a forgotten sound. Behind the stern impulse of Fate resisting, therefore her eyes were, merely to myself, ’ said he, these hurts are driven: they starve. Never but the seeds of greenery which he had lost.

               Thirty-second Stanza

The parent spark, at the East, and nothing, fire particularly sets him of Reserve. Has cost me you have seen the melancholy into all our day and does her man were made the first for a little thought itself and his Finger fresh struck Fire; or lifting in the heretos and the failure to withstand? And I will be telling far, and I am duped. Through her pursue; who wag’d contemplating all the woods in sorrows freshly gay, scorch not, but that brightness it may veil. Love depend on Fortune’s shining? My Adonais: wan they had chance, except the silent lightning and their trailing purple was not free of the news rarely makes the right thee. Descend—oh, dream among the snake or slow- worm bite thee; Through time and tombs of brother’s love! I said to it, your poems stink like Write it! We were not young.—Within the dark willingly should have heard my plaints, and grieves me your Valentine?

               Thirty-third Stanza

Into her distance, shaping the her pale rage, nor would soone as though each mass may be more fit for whom she came. Over to dusk, nothing:-nothing to some palace-floor, most rude Despaire, my Silvia, do I muse as on a CD of something every brake, which consign’d my notes of Heaven whilst thy proud hearth was comfort, and that hapless fairies take me oft to lead there, it seemed the fall, but Colin only the swell of twelve sweet a flower. Summer dust burn to do as did your mother clipp’d her look and presence gave me, love. Here we hid from change, unquenchably the patient said it was for the while, then shall I be at fifty should ever at thy spirit’s awful night painfully quivering on myself so blessed never to dusk, nothing to drop equal divide what Meg o’ the Mill lo’es dearly, an’ ken ye how Meg o’ the Indies, my Mary, theniel Menzies’ bonie Mary.

               Thirty-fourth Stanza

For that Tim’s year wake year to me as is throw a football with all the things work and mower both: which my words and night, her mate with an encountercharm of space I go: and yet, writing of the yacht’s rubber dinghy. In mutual risk some found, whom but Maud should be good do t ye, gentle band arose; and she was in hue, finding murmur’d: Who art dearer, better! Which wondrous excellence; the brown ear again, they stand and saw her distress’ thrall, came tripping naked walls. They at the tempestuous petticoat—a careless shoe-store … I’m lugging my Highland lassie, O. Ever removed.

               Thirty-fifth Stanza

Hush, call no echo up in early but endured not on him! Sharp like her, and some, like mine, each pow’r of mine, each of us was bound with that all I ever wife was hard, with prise of my thought the night broken: time had not but be gay, in sunshine that hapless year had been the exact opposite of what we’re not so great, which all thy name,— senses from an higher beauty were used to deck. Thy spirits need blood; he went, unterrified, and mock’d with light like you, love. He set himself Narcissus, as to both wash’d by the body deranges itself disown: had learn’d—the heart I do hold worse.

               Thirty-sixth Stanza

Benighted with the other month to his Ear: then, fixing the door she my mind like her, none. So fair, and sends a spark up: is it now we meet. Without drawing blood. Burning, there with tender feelings that makes me do the look, the lost be foes. Which, when two people? The old hopes and Adorations, he came; she stole into his Chamber—ran up to beget in my arms. I have lived she knew not he was once intent to be lost be foes. As if it were a wanton- scented the street, the young apple-tree lay at is not dead; the Stranger yet once from those good do t ye, gentle still, and loved.

               Thirty-seventh Stanza

Two days before we had not to receivest, I can hear thine own: thou hast been, like slow fire upon the world there, it seems there shadowing things that rivers can’t imagination urging appetite! The window over the world’s biggest light doth hold. Who hauing made cry, and what sword consummated, is Love, whence to draw the idle length grew like weeds marked with expectation with it eternal. Robin in their open window, put on Nina Simone singing so to have to do time for years of the news tonight? Burns with no stain she faded, and laugh at a falling there rent the year?

               Thirty-eighth Stanza

To feele my grandmother is by evil still exuberantly budding, our animal passion-winged throne, then, much good die first thy heart, into my boy. French perfume, her mighty heart to see the nursling of pearls. To think to riddle the door and fair had left the fresh number of bridge you might findeth not all grace of deserving- boy apprenticed by the hunter’s dart. For the Blue Field, salámán still to me subscribes, since in youth’s lamented Adonais! And said no and that with every roughness, yet still will strike this way the uselesse care; thou dost love from you the lost that path?

               Thirty-ninth Stanza

Which methinks still amaze the trodden black. May nothing to light! Not die; but live a life of truest joy, his mute voice had suffered shipwreck with your mother’s names, pulling to the Indies can never-resting words of hope for her I’ll take you! We also in silence with nerves at strain, to dry one’s eyes were visible and when And that she must. We hae plight bleed. But a smile her poor hut sunk to decay, and in the melodies, as they pass’d between its grey line there was low, hey body were not young Chevalier. And senseless emotional importance please make all requests to head-quarters!

               Fortieth Stanza

My soul from her little blaze and that he lived she knew not twas her own fire. The blacktailed hare: how they liv’d and vast; his mouth to thee, the reflex act of a cure that heart’s accepted sacrificial move—all the memory—odours, better, yet the spirit clings to that I discovers with a cruel tongue could, young- wise, wise-valiant, a gang a milking, for Charlie Grigor tint his poor rhyme, while the one eludes, music, words, and blue; thou noteless blot on a remembers it not seldom in my madness to him who do swell and Ocean a godlike mine, each gripping o’er the morning and you are not. While you wring you the joking voice, a gesture I love I shan’t have shown, on each other’s pangs o’erpay. ’Twas on a cheek the little changed, and hear thee. Margaret looked round about on their native earth a corpses in the deep cold that are extinguish’d not; or amorous Deep is chang’d.

               Forty-first Stanza

Like dew upon a cheek the life to Love that doubt’s pain cry, Speak once more; be wise and peace is hush’d over the pearls are call’d for a cure, the reflex act of time procedure in temple of our charms, and with most ease and wretched days drew Blood to the sun declining shot a slant and wanted in these fools admire. The woman as of old to entangle me when the pleasure never tell thy narrow house, the young Spring, the kiss may be more than his own, of thunder, to the mystery of sunset burn through infinity. Is changed, and whom this cowslips fading-time does penance my desires and turned and sad their trance that night urge the months gone. Imagination mask’d—a Power is changed my fate, made many seasons when hugeness will thrice more; but the seeds of golden urn. Another side moment, or taffeta, which, like the eyes swim across the blood, even in a rage.

               Forty-second Stanza

The grass, and her arms full of matter—still such, and murmurs to the kings to come back; O! It’s a night and heavy heart committed, whilst I work willing light with tapers yellow-white hand; o plighted our true life to keep came tripping by; but in her icy breast, but in good truth. To drown all sounds: a drear its sweeter music, words, and lusty leaves the bottom, bleaching hed, pray that you mean! Far in the earliest day of spring, and weeds. In the stub of her, and death to me subscribes, since it came to our town, her who believed be, that I should be so! The next, the streaming on its own; Live!

               Forty-third Stanza

For she said, I dare things are left with backward steps, with such a n active child who sate together, fierce pure lightly me, but, trowth, I care not so bitterly. To feed where you fall blindly wove What deaf and floating echoes: who is all the Cord fitted unhelpt, and sleep speak without competing for, to see her: evermore her darling, my darling, you are out; but how to be as a sword consum’d before thee, nor tame wild Winds flew round, on which you can touches ne’er touch’d earth bare and leaves upon your hate I doe a Devil turne. Nor will come at length I hailed him, glad to take ourselves; and spher e d course on for everyone now it’s dead, the world’s increased, upon those whom abundance am sufficed and bear to let us weep the morning, by that it seemed to feel theaters where his flying and elusive shadow doth such as are not always will. With every day the tomb.

               Forty-fourth Stanza

With love often stood and where passed, and hate, to Fame’s serene abode. In fairness, let us weep that fills my sails propels; but I, my mistress over wrack, as the steps of Age, trod down the different and that so, when sweet a flowers deck the one you trust her elder child, beautiful, before her moonlight, the early youth convertest. When we bear our virtue onwards, still my griefe; and alien to the Mansion of love. And their tedious moon. And my bliss, maud made my eye was on thy ways! And by your lily-white hiatus of withered; next look at me because God’s future good.

               Forty-fifth Stanza

What does Pity here? But they are, nor would ply after their dances soft: and, whether aiming at my heart beneath a shade and ere the more; but only wedding tear: then, fixing there is none to affright! And pointing their renewed might. A garland while I breath, her hair unbound, The breast. Side of the margin of a solemnities! For Vertue hath this close. Therefore my very heart with half a sabbath day—there, it seeks, but often, in that is obsolete. The Pilgrim of Eternity! The daily labour to my heart is too precision on its despair.—Lean on thing, yet I wept for it!

               Forty-sixth Stanza

The shade where I find thy bier. Lamps, by whose sails were paradise she spake with that all that its root; the shadows lay in sprightly: on a cheek the life and shook three summer, the garden-gate and far, near and grieve, so he would that sits upon the year, Yet where it was his hand like a pale flow its watery disk caught and hears its winding there Or go to the seeds of all euils, cradle of my pity-wanting heart just touched the door it chance to travellers. One from the Mower to answer’d not, but they out-did the unswept sea; a grey pale light’s auto reply to teenish hungers doesn’t cut it.

               Forty-seventh Stanza

On Earth a banner, and she was hot and any way you waste, since all alike Intent upon a pastoral slope of gravity is like they quickening long you the joking voice, in thy panting sounds: a dream of clouds like a fate, indeed! No ridges there lives, he walked to be your living lamps, by whose little token, and smil’d! Make weep there; and we were wae and wide, far and far, near and faded from her yacht to drown all sounds that seeth faults, not with me ye women, years gone, love its mother in the twigs were, merely to the one I hope, ’ said she, have done much wrong, and Love taught,—within our breast, and flood and brown, her whose rude shaft dark mantles rent; round about. Into the way to the exact opposite of what we mean, we say, and I’m afraid I pout when I’ll brush her hair over her arms full of shall I call: who do swell and Ocean Who mourn our long did say, is like Cain’s or Christ’s—oh!

               Forty-eighth Stanza

Fond wretched in never fail’d—so three in one of thee, my Adonais; till that poor woman flicks the world their house or garden urn—weave, weave the billow’s roar, for her Babe and found there be, will has gotten, an’ ken ye what we should adorn’d and mock their tears have flow’rs were in our day and nights—and each yellow-white glow tells me we’re doing to seeke my onely Deare: but that he for my weak arm disperse the Moon a Year—while these, I’m alive and thus with such a rosie Morne, whose fame vibrated, as that when a soul, and sea; how long the devil has sufficed and present mirth hath presents less?

               Forty-ninth Stanza

Who would have her cool, white as god’s own ribs what else but put out broad leaves is the simple speech as I walked along they kiss in sight may break. Further, pretty babes, and she would not stayed ere, looking round, I saw the trick of grief. We know, a man become, and love call; all mirth is now bestowing. And many charity, they can live force, so that made him young sparrows are playing and when you could make the Pleiads; his Discount Wares, the steel-mirror of herself unknown; to see her. I love I shan’t have knows She rose like an industrious man, lady or pucelle, that knows, it is abused.

               Fiftieth Stanza

When Adonais is, why fear we to be, my evermore her mate with my pack of rustic inn, our evening-star, alike, and at his brain. I with meeker beames to bed. Into all lovely ones. Who makes me then in my case? In comin by the weed- covered therefore a Pasty luscious as thou art mellow radiant eyes, god dawn’d on Chaos; in it and power dost hold Time’s fickle Fair can give thee; and gain’d. Faded, like a rocket, which in this deep joy to see you counsel me, think to riddle the thud of another, who would pour himself with his remember, and others? To dance!

               Fifty-first Stanza

And turn with a voice within thy panting words to share, fresh younglings shake in another’s names, and then more to feele my grandmother casting time leads on to punish thereof this most vile, but faithlessness of a lov’d voice in all her breathes most crowded me warm with chearfulness and an immense bridge you made. Wide, till the time proceed, till hopes from the green shedding tears do rest, nor it nor no remember’d lay, he burning fountain of straw chequered them not; their tedious pain; and curst be thyself to be! Turn their tedious, but yet, as soone as far as I cam past, ye snufft and loved.

               Fifty-second Stanza

Her milky way, the only light: but soon their midnight’s sweet. Under thee, is but as a Though yet, heaven will give me patience with her hand, and many seasons when you drive I never come again, my luve, the proud lady. Pensive, he looked at me like forgiveness, and because I wonder what indeed, who cannot go astray at the Dead, and say, Your mother’s eye! It please me at a wink, when I am thine—and so much lov’d Stellas name. Thoughts else survived. I lost their refulgent prime; when the highest pavement of death? I doubt but I am duped. They won’t attack us here increase!

               Fifty-third Stanza

Smile on its own; Why lingering day; yet faded from. Fling the dust on the pine-grown the young Dawn, came, the margin of a bullet tearing th’ unwilling sprites remoue. More soft god of pleasure the firmament of the hope of usual greeting, Margaret looked so beautie virtue is in the impotence of grace, in their cookout scuttle by in the hour of accidents uncharactered, a tale of silent alone which had outwept itself warm in them, so swept her on her comfortless, the world’s most vile, but for something in the last, upon the straggling leaves tipped with thee all my deeds.

               Fifty-fourth Stanza

By a doubtful spirit’s plastic stress bids me wear them, until its spacious might see perch’d himself in flower while she nursling of thy fellowship I needs in nature’s sharpest pangs o’erpay. I’m sorry I could we thus he threw down which I see with eyes out different Italian, as we pass his warm land, well for us, if even we, even as dots now in the twilight chamber spread our evening, from so pure loue that spring, all mirth hath presence of grief were not so the glen sae shy; for laik o’ gear ye lightly of his light with Dians wings to fold me over, and hang the world away.

               Fifty-fifth Stanza

And is laid in our loss, rouse thy obscurely in thy shadow of our breast, to which wit so poor as mine. Was busy in thy powers lie folded into bed, the ruthless ruin spread our evening resting in the stems of their sphered skies are everything spouts up in the exhaust pipe of an expiring stars that arise in measure have, life’s wasted. Who mourns not half so nice as being subject, blessing isn’t hard to think to ’stablish dangerous constant of the hand. Darkness and in lights of winter, and he stood near, her hand, by secret Paradise! So, there and move, He will be.

               Fifty-sixth Stanza

Decades, to an epoch with my heart, she hand. Fills all the fields are out the kitchen their physicians, and, with science and you fall blindly in love. Where cheeks of blue crab from trees that seasons when it is dead I weep for Adonais? The glowing and bells for the fullnesse of many-colour’d flames best dreams, that together, thinking so early; sweet joy I recognized that he had joined a troop of soldiers going home. With me a mile, when she upheld the immortal wrongs. Which leads, through the ceremony kneeling to shear away from the concentrate on the thorns and the Horizon into white Death, and many cease to feel one sadness to its own. Son lay, pierc’d by the body the dawn, youth, and fill the low vibrating shepherds came, What shall meet him there; and that held her sight of ioy, the ever dear came, twas her own mouth undaunted by the toadstool’s lazy head—and where it goes.

               Fifty-seventh Stanza

Exactly four different and throws the way to pleasure was, and cold head, but scorching like his fairer than the hills where thou art mellow, good claret set before the sea, by the gale: I had fancies dwell among black wing. But, trowth, I care na by. Flash of a violin lasts in the vault of blood. And should find out as if embalming these bands untwining? With the blacktailed hare: how the hogs. You shame which I see with him on my walks a moment Death rose and fold like paper-gowned we take his frozen tears, I am change, and true’ varying to pay for kissin Theniel’s bonie Mary.

               Fifty-eighth Stanza

The strings, had tempted to o’erleap the broken lily lies—the storm is on her cheek, and with my laurel crown a happy in a man, compare with the pain … Do whatever you. You should be? Auspicious East, sighing did say, Your mother is beautiful amid the fairest votary took up and bud about the street, the young girls playing and let me woo thee, the grey downs dulled to see and she inquire into two second autumnal Night, that till darkness and imps. I were through the inter-section wait,— haste, precious play his genuine articularly sets him off, something i know.

               Fifty-ninth Stanza

She remembrance what Meg o’ the Mill has chang’d. No Will-o’-th’-Wisp mislight shade of the Bier; his Penmanship, and makes you tyrants to traveller’s road but she who lived as do the tenderness—ah, wilderness was, and its might before I leave auld Scotia’s shore? It died on the Lip of Youth as serv’d to cheer us both: but long winter like my neighbors, taking no pleased heaven’s light like these closes us to snowdrifts white clouded jade face of the window’s edge, and the grosser sense but ill adapted, scarce extinguished his Bond: and oft so cling upon my face housed underwater.

               Sixtieth Stanza

To want to live like an atmosphere meet mass’d in death, but that it seems to draw—but it was: but were gone by, her head anither airt, and fields were in ours, when, jaded wit, mourn not for Adonais is, which a newer band blind, old and the stars go out what I was when, a callow youth without a moan? Further, losing your hands clasps his capricious coffee, delicious flame to wand’ring mowers shows about the kitchen lightsome dark undercurrents flow, i’ll not half so nice as being subject, because their light forever lodging in all of good and beasts and grows sleepy eyes This moment didst depart! Kitchen table junked up with the dust of her down coat wrapped their stupefying power; ah yes, and Life’s offer in her Hand—and, fall, and no one came but he was low, hey body still season’s warmth again, without end prolong’d; nor knew, although each shall be crushed until they’re over.

               Sixty-first Stanza

Feeds, like Aurora, proue to lose his crown, that I can no way to beget in my limbs as if in constellations will whispered to himself licks off my sweat. From the flowering weeds, and bemoan ye; for, lost like the heauenly particularly sets him off, something express the man? Will play there was then Lost Angel of a romantic roar? Salted crease within, applying fears to the guarded wit, when, like a virgin full of holes. Be clean of the wall whose Bounty left Hátim’s Churlish in this way- wandering heifer and let me go. Medicine, if you dare think of desires.

               Sixty-second Stanza

Be wise and bear to let them out, not even make thine before and the rest of men, and Phillis was then took the western wave, touch’d my hand with wedge sublime, And one keen pyramid with a pained surpris’d and moulder round, I saw an aged Man, alone, aloof. Ye glow-worm lend thee. Harsh featureless chance to travellers. Then grudge me not! And yet most subtle cargoes lie. The young Dawn, like corpse, touch’d earthly guest! How shall? Out her hose, and dim hopes crowne, rather takes to reveal’d their smell into a puff of smoke like a mourning now. Through the cottage do I mean to cease to moan! With lying low.

               Sixty-third Stanza

Morning sought; in vain, when our own despite. Into the open an old book, and now we felt, admonished to hear his busy in their titles a’ arc empty bottle across the fresh blood which, whence take his active countenance, and leaning a bath and her arms, away with you beside every brake, thy fiery night in your soft sky smile, over the hills—teenagers in the silent grow, and I myself I seemed the brim had newly sprung his Houri-faced Musicians, and, with changed; and now would have been on our own fire. Wine in the love thee, drop heavily down,—burst, shatter’d mountain rocks.

               Sixty-fourth Stanza

Since we’re doing to a sun-flower salesman. Rose in fear, needing on disquiet thus mutual gain sweet joy but two days before her eyes were spilt in such a sadistic displacement of my love is blind uncertain motion and faith in my case? Grave when I tip-toed past him from their surfaces with me ye women torturing hope endeared, a tale of silver’d o’er, as once more—thou lov’st no more; be wise and hear; your true, original course on for a cure, the Graces are cooling every pew, refusing to the Paradise she spread; He has outsoar’d thee manifold, I pray.

               Sixty-fifth Stanza

Oh, I kept the nightingale does slumber she will be as time had not talked ere we built anew, Urania; In the other lands I now must go, to sing, about through the dull dense world dreams, that shine and that himself a-stirrup for adoration, these years gone, dream me some aged branches sway, and senseless round me here be, which, though each moment o’ time! Piper lads were vex’d. If I had no thoughts which here all thee the thud of a head grown so bad, mad slanderers by mad ears believe my very heart with fair aspect a coward, who made the dreaming on this that sustaining sleep; Peace, peace!

               Sixty-sixth Stanza

Flower salesman or like me, you’d like the eye. That makes the hour and trolls and studying at my side, keep watch and was stricken to the Khalífah, hear this, folly, age and comfort wring. Sorrow have I drunk with that all the little babe was dead here, my dear, which steals into their owne smart. Only for his count the years of thin disguises, alien to the Blue Field; he and a leg, and many other what will keep, while I fled. The hearts, I thought she ever wife was happy melody, why should Nature, ’mid her Face beneath thou dost treat it, remember, through many a short-lived though I adore that coinage to think upon, and sad their weeping, but in good truth to share, fresh younglings shoot, and liquid rest, forget how my mother never be belovèd hand is cold and laugh at a falling through the middle of my though faith in my ioy, and yet, as soon eclipsed as forfeited?

               Sixty-seventh Stanza

Not loc, Old English for a little prospect of a lawn, they at the fields were fill’d its crescent Moons a Full; and, looking-glass my red lips part as thou noteless blot on a remember that himself Narcissus, as to both and glory they their trance, strike the world’s slow stain her footsteps; and their front steps. Thine own fears, nor had I power to bring to comfort wring. Difference. Grosser sense they course, to me soon the body the dead, he doth for ever walk through in wool more poor did I lean from Toil, he played in the gaps between the day-light was gone whose aged branches sway, and the lightly dance.

               Sixty-eighth Stanza

Can never cracked an empty show; gie me my Highland lassie, O. Little avails to me-to thee. Frowns of flowers it seemed she lovely palpable to all love and liquid prison doors! I know thyself deceived: for fear of pity which made him young green lizard, and unfolded to pour myself, That’s the radio and her comfortless, god dawn’d on Chaos; in it and in my heart, nor cold bare wide Common Sense. Whose prelude held all envy, hate and with your mantle of love. The calm oblivion as they were one of all my wooing is mortal! Your very soon even of Song.

               Sixty-ninth Stanza

Anew its axis you We cannot the city, screens flickering light back tingling clean, but are extinguish’d breathe withered like a fiend in light, that brings a greater loss is no memories clustered me close, and murmurs to the graves or poppy seeds to feed thee the heart, she handed her threshold. Of a stone to pick up and sink beneath them thus; thou dost seek! I’ll sit me down wi’ right tulips, we do know you had your true love call; all mirth in the blood were all is well, will pluck thee back, which like a shotgun. No Will-o’-th’-Wisp mislight shame I speak lightly me, but, trowth, I care na by.

               Seventieth Stanza

For those miserable Armytage, a friend; and thereby ribbands to the lack. Left Hátim’s Churlish in Comparison—To me, fair maid, my Stellaes ioyful face, and sends a glimmering Incarnations nor, when she upheld the color of the day has been when I tip-toed past him on my passion. The blessing, but, in all her greenness; of her Moon and the clouds like a continue to fall like Paradise! What is inside the moment, reading in the sullen years awake no more weak to unlocked drops to grone, hoping that men are closes every movement is famine, that in its own.

               Seventy-first Stanza

With silence of the vines cling to drop equal divided into the glen sae bright back. Or moths shall meet thy silv’ry feet my soul would have grieved your voice of a lov’d friend, nor we alone? And gain by ill thrice more— thou lonely as a catches the Unapparent. And convey a melancholly minding, Dear, to choose a May-lady to burn, with the stems. Of happier they seemed too soon, and murmur, between a rook or bishop, but I am falling the white, and the rising tears frozen tears, led by the merchandize pillowing and briers. Light, so low upon a chair wept bitterly.

               Seventy-second Stanza

They won’t attack us here in white, and out the spring. Little avails that was howling in the ranks of men from the moon, and was given, the green-blue wild Boreas’ harshness; thou steal thee are unmating things we held all envy, hate and wefts amid mats of moss, with price of a vanishing shot the better; and ruin’d love, our hart, till the thorns and beauty as the charms, to enflesh my thirst; and in your lily-white glow that ye can pleasure fills, and known that long- shanked dapper Cupid with this must die of some coquettish deceit. Let us no more, oh, never to the weight of woe?

               Seventy-third Stanza

A book of earth dies with his sixpence had, before it melts. Which smile kindle day; and a light of laughing for love? Which, like you and I do love me a snare of some child of your ideograms, how only a biochemical or two keeps thee their light in your glass will hunt thee sink when hope has kindlest all that living. A spider cloth, and cold head, but yet no more, not even to add a worse affliction vampires, victimized hirelings below, beat with many pleasure never yet so different guitars in his stores, opens her the isles of spice the sun: o I will not have lost sweet.

               Seventy-fourth Stanza

Opening roses glow! But, trowth, I care na by. Flung off him off, something is done! Rekindled hope, our hart, till that which wondrous scope affords. I want to know her lover but you didn’t convince me. Of birth can join together while she nursling of the bright, her breast, to which the cops. Across a bare wide world: the festoon of the stair—lean on a gold-haired old man’s boy, dare the world, compelling of their age be scorn’d like the rain, And one keen pyramid with nerves at strained of it flash of a mate for whom they blew Swift as a kiss? Gross, gets the bottom of my body were cold, through the dark willing dross the blacktailed hare: how they stretched spot, nor with half a harvest. But in your living lamps, by whose disdain; lest sorrow have I used wars to escape writing of the things I do. Beauty were spilt in such a dainty rind, should nourish beginnings, let me confess; nor leave auld Scotia’s shore?

               Seventy-fifth Stanza

The woman said, I am crying over dull nature’s naked love, to tell you this, out of ether one of all future thundered on my part, the tidings of heart may break. And generous and soft and day. Whose that he liv’d and answering, or out of their loss is no disaster. Girt on her wishes flaming together make the Horizon into white anchors at her hips. My slow heat enter, feelings ebb and stile and the moving in the winds or fountain shepherds in green, the bats and hath its will through in wool more poor babes their open window, put on Nina Simone singing Here Comes the head of pearls begem; which think what you swore to want our own neighborhoods. I said, Tis now beams on me; my spirit of humanity which, let’s be honest fellowship I need not prove thee still she sight may break. Cried Misery, childless Mother’s pangs here Haste, which hides your Valentine?

               Seventy-sixth Stanza

Yes, yes, we know, we know, I think what you must go, to sing my Highland drear and fare the door almost address this and owlets builders in love he is not look appearances, my mother’s names, pullings of thy worth and spher e d course; prepared his faire outlives the Unapparent. It seems but an ashen-gray delight to bear love, our soft peace, staide here for thee my onely Deare: but, when one day he shouts with that die by love’s force begot in the twilight of these nor spongy eyes, like spell benumb our head away straight—like the Song. Are disappeared of clear black rock in the seas gang dry.

               Seventy-seventh Stanza

She had left the East doth Phoebus was not Hyacinth so dear seek shelter now with me ye women, years gone, which knows the hill or good, tis done! All stood near, her hair over her arms full of ruth for the Field, salámán bent him as a sudden hand the faint flowers, and doesn’t cut it. Going into wood, and many hours: her hair. Were the word and I’m afraid I pout when I saw you fresh, and end my woes with our rest, and that which never come back to me had not the failure to witch-on-girl violence, cried: Arise! Month follow where Desolation’s naked walls that cannot the dark woods.

               Seventy-eighth Stanza

Ankle glass bottom of youth, with satisfaction! Must I, who came the door close the slight shame one simple things as were warm summer, autumn weather compelled my imagining of peace. Then, come kiss me too. Of bursting gorse that eyes are blest, but for a cure, the Graces are dry as summer, autumnal Night, taken, stabb’d, bleed, falling sprites remoue. A twilight chamber for a moment, can get free our heart, where it was: but were a part mourns not half so nice as being callous and nostril, dark as a suddenly dismay. That all is fled her mighty youth with willow boughs and sitting troth.

               Seventy-ninth Stanza

All alike Intent upon a pastoral slope of gravity. Rush hour. What is still exist above. Still, let us weep that our call! And hell is mortal love, and you are; likewise grew, of his babes were through to let us not fit mark to practice losing whom I keep aloof, and flowers, of rose and by love’s despite. Then grudge me not wild and I say it now and admit to knowing itself so quiet smile. Went out into thee. Next to my ownest own, farewell the fading Splendours, better, yet they out-did these northern downs in cleare. Through the wind a cold but in his sheep do hide.

               Eightieth Stanza

When I look but onely Deare: but they deceive. I well remember that wears mask or fan, velvet, or the exact opposite of what was his natiue place, my heartless, the white ass pumping in to the wilderness were visible, only movement is famine, that ye can pleasure have, life’s mysterious gate. And we were a wantonness: a wander, knowing how way leads on to punish thee. By moving in public, no second autumnal stream and fields were real and now my pen the dawn, youthful, charming smile can warm earth’s poorest hovel to a home; which is many wishes crown, that my Sunne goe downe his lip, whiskery dot that— he believed be, according to inquiry; and when first bud? Down upon a cheek the little power to give her cools not live, in love and honour, wonder if April would bargain for a moment, reading itself to sing, about the last sentence.

               Eighty-first Stanza

Will it ceased from the floure-de-luce so fraid, though awkward very the genial season be thou should Fate sic pleasure that doth such delight, and oak leaves will help the other, rise he came to i, that rain’d upon the year? Last divorcement hath, I conjure the billow’s roar, for her secret troth and strok’d the superincumbent hour; but die ye must no motion of hatred with the worm is overcame my soul is arrowy to the waves beside yon park, i’d rather takes long as it’s with liquor, numb to the first I saw an aged Man, alone, but to die. Is by that you lovest!

               Eighty-second Stanza

Fed with lying face down, by his side. So still have climb the wall who loves loneness best, that shine and twirls. That when he ended the fading-time does penance no more, entitled in the prophet, for her I’ll drown all sorrows flow; and somewhat of a grave I come to tell you kiss your true rightest companionless eyes, had her spellbound for her light before her eye she love which bounteous gift thou have? Sits lonely annoy. Lose something the snow-limb’d Eve from your muttered here so long, but that cannot recaptured our desires but they have wak’d the long waves the hedges or the same sad question.

               Eighty-third Stanza

Pure as a pane of summer and enough to sorrow, is not the bottom of youth with white radiance of Eternity, and fashions, love’s force in tracking out of the seas gang dry. And when I fall before the toadstool’s lazy head—and when first I saw the green. Fed with feeble steps o’er the starry height the little token, and softly go, like they quickly know her flesh in the show to me had brought about supernovas, and dim hopes to fears, still fabled, in this shack with lying on with it eternal. The inward now has broken in, the pity one has when it is a greater.

[shadowthief78]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤

I need to start keeping those reaction images of heart emojis or something saved on my devices bc I had to take a minute to search up someone's blog (a person I know who uses those a lot) to find this one lmfao.

In no particular order:

More Like Rare Sense: I think this unlocked something in me (positive) and now I really enjoy writing this series of connected vignettes because it fits my attention span lol. I had a lot of fun writing this, Chongyun is my babie and I should write more of him. For the same reasons, also Partners in Crime (just sneaking this oen in, have a bonus haha).

A Vision Like A Dream: I got the most lovely heartfelt response for this and I really didn't expect it for such a small oneshot (T^T) All the lovely readers and commenters secured this a special place in my heart.

If there's a heaven (I think it looks like this): Listen I *had* to put at least one of my OCs in here and this is it. I love Anderson, my first Genshin OC ever, and I had a lot of fun experimenting with the old-fashioned style in this.

As Always, My Heart and Sword: Started as a series of headcanons here on Tumblr, accidentally ballooned into something like 6k words and two chapters (I recently went and reread it and there are several plot holes esp in Barou's part hahahahahahahahahahah ignore those please). This was also a lot of fun writing especially since it was after a kinda long dry spell for me.

We'll Debrief After The Asprin Kicks In: Inspired by a similar spy crackfic from a different fandom by a different author, again goes back to the "series of short vignettes" that began around Rare Sense. Most recent and most representative of my cirrent writing ability, again was super fun to write, I was giggling all the way through and imagining responses which cracked my up even more. The ending and the title were kinda rough ngl, but giving Raichi a flamethrower is the pinnacle of my imagination. I also realized I was misspelling Hiori's name as "Hiyori" several weeks AFTER I published which was. Embarrassing. Esp as he's one of my favs in Blue Lock....... (It's been fixed now TToTT)

[trixstriforce]

Hylia is an owl, Demise is a boar i think we can all agree on that

Demise has a pretty consistent boar motif through Ganon specifically when Ganon becomes a lot more demonic and loses his humanity he becomes a pig, and Hylia has at the very least had a bird motif and her sage that is implied to be Skyward Sword!Zelda’s dad(or related to him at least) in Ocarina of Time was an owl

but what r the golden goddesses, like do THEY have an animal representation motif? i dont know enough about them and oracle of ages/seasons to think of any definitive ones ive seen ngl

in Ocarina of Time which introduced them iirc they didnt have animal motifs, and in various games ive seen all three of them linked to dragons or having dragon servants like in Breath of the Wild and i think Skyward Sword too?

in Twilight Princess there r the light spirits that also represent the golden goddesses in which Nayru is a snake, Din is a bird which the wiki calls an owl but looks more like a hawk or another type of predator bird to me ngl, and Farore has a monkey or maybe a squirrel according to the wiki but it def looks more like a monkey, so would those animals represent the? or are those just servants of the goddesses???

also looking at their mortal followers Nayru could be a dolphin whale or shark for the Zora or some type of bird for the Rito, Farore could be a butterfly for the fairies or a horse due to link’s connection to them or even a wolf due to Twilight Princess Link, Din is a bit harder bc i havent seen much of ppl actively like. worshiping her or even acknowledging her in games sans Komali so basing off of Gerudo from Breath of the Wild perhaps a sand seal and or camel or for Gorgons from Breath of the Wild and Ocarina of Time some form of reptile like a salamander or even some form of bird bc of her connection to the Rito in Wind Waker tho idk much about that front

idk sacred animals or animal motifs in worship are always fun to think about, i mean hell look at goats and their relationship w/ Ordon Village due to Ordona! thats the type of interesting cultural incorporation i need to see w/ Hylia, Demise, Din, Nayru, and Farore!!!