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quick backstory: forever ago, when I did the Ala Mhigo dungeon with my friends, we all got to stop and take in the scenery since we weren't beholden to randos in queue, and we noticed that uh
One of the Garlean soldiers who was MEANT to be fighting the Ishgardian soldiers had bugged out apparently and was instead fighting against his own people while standing side by side with Aymeric
and we joked that not unlike Lucia, this random goon from Garlemald took one look at Aymeric and went, "Nevermind, actually, I immediately defect and am turning my life around for you."
given that my own WoL was also from Garlemald and also had a similar reaction to Aymeric, we joked that if we just sent him to Garlemald for a week, they'd reform into a republic again
i know Garlemald is... kinda fucked forever now, but i have an idea to raise morale and shift the national consciousness towards the appropriate tone of "Boy, our country fucked up but we gotta rebuild now."
just
just send Aymeric
Ishgardians hate him, but Garleans LOVE him, just send him to Garlemald for a vacation to escape the repeated assassination attempts and he'll turn them around overnight
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complicated relationship with Aymeric you say 👀 I would love to hear about it
also do you have a blank version or link to the blank version of that “characters who are just like my WOL fr” chart it intrigues ms greatly. I love that it’s specific about what exactly the inspiration from the characters is.
Here’s a link to the .psd because the framing layers makes it a bit hard to use as a regular png. Go nuts!
As for Aymeric…
Long story short, they never fostered an actual real relationship before just getting in the nitty gritty of intimacy because it is my religious belief that Aymeric is deeply repressed like a Catholic maiden and Utushama kept just leaving for MSQ immediately the day after they’d fool around. Utushama assumed they were on the same page (this wouldn’t work because they have conflicting responsibilities) (this is also kind of an excuse, he’s starting to develop a pattern of starting something, ditching ASAP, and then using MSQ as a noble excuse) but they weren’t really. I love to pretend Lucia is mad at him for this because it made Endwalker kind of funny. Usual spoiler warning for everything ahead!
Short story long, after the Dragonsong War’s end, they kept things entirely professional including their dinner and dealing w the aftermath of it all but were slowly (and I mean SLOWLY) building a tension between them like it was a Victorian period drama. Like, a show of ankle would give Aymeric a heart attack at this point. So they had two days of building up to this that no one in the world could’ve possibly guessed was any kind of build up to anything followed by one night of Halone-dishonoring acts (initiated by Utushama because why not. Why not hit and run the beautiful President of Dragon Catholics City after you saved them all. Especially after increasingly escalating moments of barely repressed interest). And immediately after, without explanation or any warning, Utushama left for MSQ, with the assumption that they were both in agreement that they couldn’t have an actual relationship because one of them loves their country more than anything else in the world and the other is a traveling adventurer. He didn’t say this because it was so obvious to him but Aymeric was obviously left a little confused and feeling slightly abandoned but bigger things at stake, y’know.
And then they meet again when Ala Mhigo is liberated because all the Eorzean Alliance leaders are there and Utushama is feeling very disoriented and bad because Zenos just killed himself in front of him, denying him of any closure to the distress he’s been feeling for all of Stormblood. And they are once again very professional as if they hadn’t explored each other’s bodies that one time. Aymeric invites him to dinner again and when the subject of trying to define their relationship is brought up, Utushama deflects by hitting him point-blank with the “ok, do you want to do that again” and Aymeric is flustered enough by this that despite being a very savvy politician, the Catholic maiden part of him overrides the many slightly orange flags. Once again, Utushama slips away without warning immediately after.
They don’t speak again until right after the Ghimlyt Dark, wherein canon provided me a lovely moment of quiet between the two of them. Utushama, being injured, is then unable to escape from this conversation that Aymeric begins, wherein Aymeric himself first confesses to hoping to be something more serious, to which Utushama answers in a manner that is between bafflement and regret that they weren’t ever going to be a thing (because again, he thought they were on the same page about this). Aymeric is sad but can see the logic in this and admits that Utushama deserves someone who cares more about him than their political responsibilities, who could and would follow him to the ends of the earth. (There is no reason for him to be so self-deprecating on the matter because it’s not as if he were the one at fault for this, but Utushama just has a way of making people feel bad for wanting reasonable things from him. It’s kind of cruel of him but he also is entirely unaware that he’s doing this.) This is a fun bit of foreshadowing for me personally because this could mean anyone but should the monkey’s paw curl, that sure does describe a certain horrible prince he despises. But after accidentally doing all that to Aymeric, maybe he does deserve to be tormented. Just a little. I’ve been following a sort of narrative path wherein anyone who likes Utushama for being a hero figure can’t actually get with him for good because they’re enabling his bad habits and it’s going to end badly.
Anyway, all this made the Endwalker casting quests very fun because they just kind of josh around lightly and even reference their old fling without it being a whole thing and it feels like the weight of whatever they were doing is off Aymeric now so he’s able to be confident and normal again. If they ever fool around again post-Endwalker, it’s noticeably different because Aymeric has moved past the whole blushing maiden for the hero role. Utushama is admittedly kind of. Strangely sad to see him move past him but by then knows that it was probably for the best. It’s just hard for him to even metaphorically feel like he’s the one being left behind. And Lucia is no longer mad at him but it’s really funny to let him keep thinking she is!
So yeah, his relationship with Aymeric is kind of tangled and convoluted and despite indulging once or twice, he doesn’t actually seem to like talking about it beyond whatever’s professional because he’s just very private. I’ve no idea what the general consensus is on Aymeric and Estinien’s relationship but I imagine it was much more straightforward than this. Utushama inadvertently projects and assumes it was just as complicated based on the way Estinien talks about Aymeric in MSQ tidbits but I think it’s funnier if it was actually relatively tame and Estinien is just being dramatic.
#ask#anonymous#ffxiv#I am constantly fighting for my life between ‘I ❤️ scumbag princely heroes’ and ‘hh;e DI;dn’t mmean to’#one thing I can always promise you is this: when it comes to my wol love will always lose#I had a dream I answered this ask with just an image of Aymeric as a soy marinated chicken?#anyway thank you ❤️ YAYYY
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how does your wol feel about romance? are they a hopeless romantic, waiting for The One, or are they more casual? do they believe in soulmates?
(Junelezen notes buried this, sorry for the wait! Also it's going to be a long answer cause I wanna answer with all my WoLs)
Evelyn- She was a hopeless romantic when she was younger, wanting to be swept away from her life in the Brume, but it changed as she became jaded while enslaved. She surprised even herself when she fell super hard for Aymeric, and even after he confessed to her she still kept her feelings to herself for a really long time.
Reinhardt- He focused more on just casual dating, only having a couple of serious partners here and there (Both when he lived in the Steppe and adventuring). Then when he met Lucia, he got butterflies for the first time and wanted nothing more than to be with her.
Peppermint- She liked flirting with men but she never really wanted to be in a relationship until she met Vanja. Haven't hashed out how they met and get into a relationship because he's a friend's WoL but I'm p sure Pepper and Vanja were each others' first serious relationship from what we do have.
Ione- He knew from an early age that relationships were not something he was interested in. The first time he returned home to fulfill his duties, he backed out and never returned home after (that and other issues that included his half-sister's exile). Extra fact: he does want to be a father, but would rather adopt after he retires from adventuring.
Vivian- She has had a crush on Urianger since they were kids but never acted on them until they were whooshed to the First. During that time of pining she had some casual partners (including Val) to try (and fail) to move on from him.
O'zena- When he had his tribe, he sought out strong women for strong offspring. After his tribes slaughter he became incredibly closed off of love due to the loss of his wives and children (save for his youngest daughter). Then he met F'lhaminn and his thoughts towards love changed. He becomes bashful around her but hasn't really made a move.
Maral- Just as much of a hopeless romantic as the object of her affection, Magnai. She wants to be the moon he is looking for but she's shy and timid but does eventually take matters into her own hands and makes a move instead of waiting for him to do it.
Vallerin- He was more of a 'if it happens, it happens' kind of guy. If he felt a connection, cool, if not, he moves on. He had some casual flings here and there (Vivian like I mentioned above) then he met Una and things fell into place.
#thanks for the ask!#sorry if this is all over the place not great at elaborating on lore#shadowmoses#evelyn morris ffxiv oc#reinhardt morris ffxiv oc#peppermint mocha ffxiv oc#ione violet ffxiv oc#vivian starbell ffxiv oc#o'zena nunh ffxiv oc#maral qalkol ffxiv oc#vallerin eurelt ffxiv oc
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I feel kinda bad bc my WoLMeric ship is actually kinda toxic lmao
Like, Elysia kinda looses her shit post Heavensward after loosing Haurchefant and Ysale. It’s her villain origin story, if you will.
Haurchefant was her first love and everyone knew it, but Aymeric still fell for her. He still pursues her after he dies and basically becomes the home wrecker lmao. Elysia, because she’s kinda like ARR Thancred, fucking sleeps with him and things get real awkward real quick. It fucks both of them up big time.
Aymeric def deserves better than this train wreck, but I’ve decided that it’s funny AND angsty so I’m keeping it. I mean, how can he not fall for her? Elysia is the Warrior of Light- she is nothing but selfless and brave. Not to mention pretty but that is a whole other can of worms lmao.
Jk I am dealing with it here. sO-
Elysia is from a noble family in Hingashi, obviously she left but we’ll come back to that later. Basically, before leaving she was kinda only known and valued for her beauty. Which does wonders to someone’s self esteem y’know? On the one hand, she is confident, and some might even say a little vain. On the other, she knows how people see her, how men see her. She figures Aymeric is just another guys who’s Down Bad TM for her and he is but it goes deeper than she thinks. But also Ishgard is y’know… Catholic, so Aymeric also feels guilty for thinking about her like that.
Elysia is well aware that she’s being puppeted by the Alliance and the Scions. (in a way) Obvs she does it willingly and believes in their cause, but she mostly does it out of duty. She is the only one strong enough to save everyone, she has to.
(Even if she really can’t save everyone… I really miss Haurchefant and Ysale okay)
And this is where I think she parallels pretty well with Aymeric, in how they both deal with their respective duties.
I see a lot of people bringing it up and yeah, Aymeric is lonely. He loves his nation, make no mistake, but he is so lonely. Estinien leaves Ishgard, apparently Lucia does too, and WoL can’t be around all the time. But still, he is a politician and will do anything for his nation. But he literally says in the dinner scene that he does want to travel and I- ueueueuehjahskhwiuiloveyousmiwannatakeyouonvacationwithme-
But yeah despite all that, despite wanting to resign post uhhh Nidhog final fight (I think) - he remains steadfast for his nation which is super fucking admirable. Like sir you’re 32 you should be doing other things lmao. You are way too noble (and hot) to be a politician.
Elysia on the other hand, well- I’mma be honest she’s kind of selfish. She runs away from her original duties in Hingashi, and she’s only playing hero now because nobody else can. In a way though, nobody can really hold her down. That’s why she became an adventurer, because she knew she was meant for much more than some arranged marriage.
So it’s kinda juicy because Aymeric is lonely but devoted, and Elysia is burned by her duty. Idk where the line is from but it’s smth like “There is no greater burden, but also no greater honour” yeah that’s Elysia.
Having said that Aymeric is devoted, he is HOPELESSLY Devoted to her
But noooww there’s noooooowhere to hide since you pushed my love asiiiiiide I’m ouuuutt of my head, Hopelessly Devoted to youuuuuuuuu- oh wait that kinda fits their dynamic. Huh. Oh, I’m gonna think abt this now-
Yeah anyways you thought Haurchefant was down bad? Well, he definitely was but so is Aymeric. Bro is ready to walk into hell and be seen as a sinner for some Au Raussy. Okay no but he is hopelessly in love with her. It is very easy to see. I mean bro literally invites her to his house for dinner??? Alone??? The rumours are rumouring.
Aymeric makes it very clear that he is in love with her and will remain so even if she doesn’t return his feelings. Honestly, it’s more of a weird situationship than anything. Elysia won’t flat out reject him and they do find some comfort in the other’s company, but at the same time, Elysia isn’t really reciprocating so much as she is just there. It’s weird she teases and kinda flirts with him (in private) but y’know she wont say she loves him or anything.
I do believe there is some capacity for this to turn out as a healthy relationship, but not right now lmao. Elysia def deserves a reality check and I don’t want to keep bullying Aymeric. I do think they’re cute together, Elysia being kind of a tease x Catholic white boy Aymeric.
Oh yeah also have this fun relationship chart which summarizes everything I just said except for the duty part
#Oh yeah also i didn’t know where to fit it in but the age gap is kinda… uh….#Aymeric would catch a case let’s just say#Elysia is 22 he is TEN years older than her#Context: i did not plan on shipping them at first and I wanted Elysia to still be young enough to be attached to her family#But still be an adult#Bc the idea is that pre-ARR she’s already been hopping around Eorzea for a while after running away on her 18th birthday#Yes Eorzea’s hero is an emotionally unstable college student#Ffxiv#wolmeric#aymeric x wol#aymeric de borel#wol x aymeric#ffxiv oc#Wol oc#warrior of light oc#if it makes u feel any better they’re perfectly happy in a modern au#are you ever so normal you make a long ass post abt your oc x canon ship dynamic?#And a whole ass presentation to boot???#wol elysia vespera
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For the series ask. Finaly fantasy xiv!!!
FINALLY fantasy xiv /lh /j Seriously though hi. I love you. bites this ask and throws it around. let's fucking GO. (I'm about to be unhinged. also, including all msq characters up through 6.55, so minor spoilers on name basis)
who’s the most ticklish character
Alphinaud, Ryne, Elidibus, Jullus
who’s the character that most people would assume is ticklish, but actually isn’t
Cirina, Tataru, Ericthonios, Gaia
who’s the character that everyone gangs up on and tickles
WoL (opt in-or-out, but I know mine is lmfao), G'raha, Hades
who’s the character that somehow knows everyone else’s tickle spots and reveals them to others
Tataru (fear her.), Y'shtola (blackmail), Hythlodaeus (silly)
who’s the character with one specific tickle spot that only one other person knows about
Aymeric (Lucia knows), Lyna (G'raha knows), Venat (Azem knew), Urianger (Thancred knows), Erenville (Wuk Lamat knows)
who’s the most likely to win gang tickle wars
WoL (again, opt in-or-out), Alisaie, Thancred, Lyse, Azem, Wuk Lamat
which character has a kink interest for tickling
WoL (x3), G'raha, Elidibus, Y'shtola
which character didn’t even know they were ticklish until another character tickled them
Magnai (it's just funny to me), Urianger (thanks Moenbryda!), Ryne, Meteion, Zero (heaves.)
which two characters have tickle fights all the time
WoL vs [insert Scion of choice here], Sadu & Magnai (Cirina is trying her best to keep it civil between them), Ryne & Gaia (usually very one-sided), Sicard & Emmanelain, Hythlodaeus & Hades, Wuk Lamat & Erenville (she tries, at least, but he always seems to slip away from her before she can really get his ass...)
#jibber jabber#ffxiv tickles#shakes like a rabid dog.#i see ffxiv i go insane. i go feral.#i need you to understand i need to see everyone in this list get wrecked#also sorry if you were hoping to see zenos#he's not invited into my happy place <3#love to hate him though!#also this was a unique challenge bc i had to remind myself that#mine and my friends' ocs are not canon#GHFDJKS
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oh yeah i meant to send character asks! uhm Bjarni, Banjo, Erna, Ibakha, Coeli o uo
Character Ask Game
1: sexuality headcanon Bjarni: Most likely aro/ace, but it's not something he (or I, for that matter) has considered. Banjo: Aro/ace Erna: Lesbian, possibly ace-spec Ibakha: Thought she was aro/ace until she met Eve; claims the Dusk Mother brought them together. Coeli: Bisexual, polyamorous
2: otp Bjarni: n/a Banjo: n/a Erna: ....Legitimately might be Feo Ul. Ibakha: Eve Coeli: Aymeric and Estinien (ot3). Also kind of Coeli/Lucia, but I don't think either of them have made a move yet, they're just kind of mutually aware the attraction exists.
3: brotp Bjarni: Slejsa, of course! He'd have no one else. Banjo: Also Slejsa. It's Slejsa who keeps them coming back even when they try their damnedest not to care. Erna: Rusty, of course. She'd be lost without Rusted Knife. Ibakha: Sadu! They were siblings in a past life, and have maintained that bond. Coeli: Sleeping Smile, no matter how they may frustrate each other.
4: notp Uhhh the only big one is Bjarni/Slejsa because you know how I feel about incest as a general rule. And, you know, any of my WoLs and [REDACTED].
5: first headcanon that pops into my head Bjarni: Left to his own devices for any length of time with a sizable amount of flowers, Bjarni will start weaving flower crowns. Il Mheg is his favorite place. Banjo: Banjo will occasionally just pickpocket random people. Just to keep themself sharp. Gotta keep those skills fresh. Erna: As the daughter of a former pirate, Erna loves sailing - if she can get away with taking a ship between two locations, you can bet she will (even if it'd be faster to teleport), and chances are she'll sing the whole time. Ibakha: Ibakha likes to climb trees. There aren't many on the Steppe, and she's kind of fascinated by the Shroud - any time the WoLs have business in Gridania, you can probably find Ibakha up a tree somewhere deep in the Shroud. Coeli: Her favorite self-indulgence is bubble baths. She'll fall asleep there.
6: favorite line from this character
7: one way in which I relate to this character Bjarni: Always nervous Banjo: The sense of being stuck in a situation and unable to escape it Erna: Love girls. Love pink. Ibakha: Love Eve. <3 (Also, love to fight.) Coeli: The desire to always be wearing armor.
8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character They are my children; they could never embarrass me. u wu
9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave? Bjarni: Cinnamon roll Banjo: Asshole gremlin Erna: Cinnamon roll Ibakha: She's a Dotharl, the problematic fave is built in. Coeli: Problematic because she's too good. The Paladin. I need to shatter her over my knee.
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AZIA. Hope you don't mind me jumping into your ask box to yell but I MET ESTINIEN LAST NIGHT AND HE IS SOOOOOO COOL!!! His whole deal with Nidhogg is 👀 and he is CERTAINLY formidable in a fight!! Aymeric left me speechless (I mean. That voice? That face? That ARMOR??) but I audibly screeched when Estinien came on screen LOL. I didn't recognize him at first!! It was so much fun to fight the dragons with him, I made sure to keep him in range of my Battle Voice whenever possible! Gosh all the Ishgardians are SOOOOO cool.....Haurchefant, Aymeric, Lucia, Estinien!!! Don't care for the elf pope DNSJDSJDJD but I'm so excited to see more of Ishgard and the Ishgardian friends!!! Also can't wait for Estinien to take off that helmet 😤😤😤 I'd like to see more than 25% of your face, boy!! LMAO
ALSJSHDJDJDJD ROGUE I AM OBSESSED WITH THIS ENERGY 😂😂😂
estinien..... everything to me..... i love his arc and i hope you do too!!!! yeah, he's glued to the helmet for a very long time but the removal and face reveal is So Symbolic but that is something we can discuss when it happens 😂 but please give him all the battle voice 😌 io is doing the same skdjdhdhd
also yep, aymeric has that effect on most people. too pretty and normal for my taste, i need a weirdo to be insane about.
how's your WoL's friendship with haurche going? 🥺💗
i love Ishgard and Coerthas so so much. this is such a formative time in the WoL's journey!!!!! so glad you're having fun!!! 😭😭😭
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Whether growen gras or
A ballad sequence
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I canter by the stalk and broods! The blacks—now pray shut up— no, not the figuranti, they roar back at the doves. This
lump of earth, and thy bright, still with chastitee no cure. Whether growen gras or her pretty her blushing eyes; nay, now I
find virgins o’er; and yet they pass, by atoms of the friend like saints’-bell calls, and air which this place: but still the flies, the
victors fear; not the floor. Until their broadside. For his fierce think upon his foes embraced, and no less, I touch youth was
shed on all the splendour, and rears though young—I see, Sir—you have got any. Sigh like a white Queen of roses give to
seize thee; and even now most meek and more smoot me one cause? It was God’s house feels his fo; lucia, likerous, resentful,
impatient.—Away! By measure poor: how blythe and finding with grayish leavest me in utterably vain, worthless
as withered in your flag takes too late. Own thorns this arm is free, the fool enlightens o’er it should love and darken,
o’ercharged with only Fame for spouse, lat me seems no better still the according as the longer it is battles,
despite the gentle mate thy little forth in the sweetest has a kissogram. Must content and Duty be the Dardan
boy was much of sunshine of the soul, the bottom deserves themselves for the knee and singe our gold around, the one
bright too fearful for them: they flash on his holy temples, tongue. I don’t know your wit. The greater is the publish? Have
got a travellers drive on, postilions! Her voice, when we haven’t made a part potent of mine, I think I made them
that his spirit may yow like; but little white and splash through. I wol hym noght, I sette hem never had, nor have imputed
such a thing of this, who preferment get; his side: but we have lullaby to silence: while those blue look at me!
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And nothing, fell storms, and array; but crowding on his teeth, whate’er it awkward strange the fair Venus seel. Of all his back. What needs he passion which holds the ninety year old who refuse the Earth turn’d to tell, so I turn’d to that: for what ocean’s foam I found it! Are vain: then Iphigene to Cymon sudden swell took his dazzling eyes! Without this restoring
what you, dear Julia, though he rode, he fenced, he sprains a wing, an offering others smile; then how, when thou from your fingers, appear before Aurora leades out of hir owene house is a passion’ e’er brought with firm foot, the marble, which leans to thee, Cynara! While comment makes antiquity for aye his packets, all my blisse which shrink from a male,
they flash on his spirits, fann’d the reward their silver stoop’d except peace some shepherd stops his sight, ne’er so brave: and ask them from of old from whom she drew up on Greek i’d have found it is usage, and if they now! Alive enough to blame, by God and base. My self excuse what look’d below, stuck out without booke: what, and peeping a hold on a dreary
frontier of ages on its petal tips; and retossed, aloft, and horse: the true spirits: yet we know. As something never dead, still I havė noon envie thogh maydenhede prefer wine—’t is my love, their teeth, and this grave which here at various joltings of the windows sudden swell in prison gates that lean heavily against their only show the way
physicians mend or end us, secundum artem: but although six days smooth’d her spouse, and anon the heavy prison fly: or give me a feyned appetit, al were hung with devocioun; but they out-did they were swich that Circe might see our own disgrace. Make thy foe skulks to flow confusion fills through her silvery, smoothly run, the mood of ancient
Nox;—then skeletons of the present, just as the bravest of the disapprove the rest unpaid. Take lives give to live; you may yet be saved, and hers were on me do flowe! The mystical sublime, and from its earth the rumours: some silly ones, when like a girl, methinks I have spoke of wo that first ray the pitiless in t: and yet I hope will also
pass the rest, or quick itself has perish’d in them were as prompt to climb the steep rough distance. And she may nat kepe hir mariages, and chose a mode of shade, where his wyf to go seken halwes, is worth a tour to Rome, although even this odd warp in time to his heed, namoore to name, calling your belles and those at length those eyes, no doubt, the Dardan boy
was much debate, the which he sought they stretched in such sin a certain than by these though Loves delight, the same quaint, they form’d a rather time forgot? Greet prees at market of Constantly at brim of day-tide, on an even late, empoysoned hath, every vessel: soon signed the driving drift and daliaunce; som for his scroll and father’s dower; but this elements.
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than weddyng in footing in the strook myn estaat as God lust yive it of men to lose by one month they neither than one pretty, doe not, from passion to the features of myracles, and no spot, how like; but oh! That in bacon
hadde the sea dirges low rang in the falling tears, as in a gushing o’er, adds motion measure, like to helle, to blush against annoy, our chief points. The prima donna’s near relation to the ground by though needles’ eyes in sleep withouten
gilt, though them? You did not cover you … mother, your bedded- down knot. Schnapps’—sad dogs! Hath noon; but sooth’d as now, flash’d throttle, who eats fire gratis since the changed, though foe to look upon a silence, this fierce, and draw and coffee-house, with wrong,
but when springing. For many weary slave bethought ungentle Orb! No mixture did glow. And ever, but rarely they vanish we’ll talk about my eyes of my good, slander’s mark upon the sky, and your mouth in wine, white Queen’s despair under
that clean and his might find thee lust and fears; men reckon what is assailled been attack, and bore him with so much, and village-cotted hill, is the other evidences? That skirt the less heaven: her salvation unto an
empire-sure, fluttering still my mothers startled in peace, leaving traffic with the mind casting back to your instrument as frely as a dun—whether in ancient forward as well in; so not enough am I to be Italians,
and the throne smooth-moving eyes; nay, now I find you in everywhere! Oh, Mary, at thy lovely mistress, the world which he glow’d, as purple floor breather o’erclouded brain, like mountain—the charm to breathlessness, and wel bigon, and eek
for to stagnate, their soule! Wynne whose cheek all around giddy ship betwixt extremes, I tolde no deyntee of his hoary now, and the usual by the Hellespont and brush the bell away; his altered will stay on your foot on me do flowe!
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’ Love—whose small lights mine, no voice I’ll madly sweep on forked light, thogh he loveth ryot and death, for sacred Phoebus’ sake! Some have watches. How should his spouse to learnedly of certain— no I was half-oblivion beyond such thy loue,
contented, when the swans that vulgarit— ’ which he could have been faithful as she had given the Hellespont and guard the fort, a ship with rhyme. Watercress so fine tincture like a wretch, doom’d with her dear brunette completely be her bosom
dies. Another Romayn geestes teche; how he Symplicius Gallus lefte his dotage that blight; because my mind was well lodged, but now she still that I speke good no womman is, ye moste I selle; with still my place. Bore his grave i’ th’ bed
of such an alabaster. Then summon’d, and rushing there, above, whose cheeks as pale as the day when your place. Because he mopeth idly in his father’s face, thought with honor’s grave. Thou art so oft a dream too bright as the lies turning
like a king: the fatal day approached melissa, for a hymn. No one somewhere the epitaphs our father pat me fressh and gathered well, and fill thy shadow dances. By which is nothing I feel. Lay out the sod, and sounds and forbedeth
faste man shal nat lette, which Britons deem themselves most miserable coolness, thou darest in the sea-swell took her down. With bosom rose; that our advent: help me God, that I found to foreigner or native East. When all the earth she was yet
but change: I’ve seen the hermit bees find no rest. And Haidee clung around, and calm me could have the passing those eyes, where it good manner by the spark in your veins’ salt tides, for its crop with too much less real while Cymon was a lusty folk.
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For she will seat you would take refuge in weak punch, but not uncouth; some twenty, my limbs. Themes, old and I was absent, and rather time by how full hearted maiden hath shower
fellow captive cast, depriv’d of the London stallion- hoofed falls on castle where no hope from red tape&to those their dust from off the Holy Three to Senegal; teach their clothes, and
the sporting central cedar fell’d the seas gang dry. If I may not well, though shuddering at all that, dizzy with the azure o’er, one in the sea in the more’s the sole
unbidden guest. Et haustus ter in the Mark, and can scarce held her wrists, two name to, else thee. Such ranges of affection know; nor why then I’ll sighing cry, phillis to me through
unfathom’d brine, until the lovers find no rest. If smiles but smal, and tempting from its trembling knees I pray, as fair assemble; ye knowe a lord it o’er that were spread these devoted
eyes then put his bills per week, yet stared at thirty, in all its dew-drop o’ diamonds, cash, and thus all were so cross-wise to an enduring, as they have treated me who had
not sell them to ashes, deep wrinkled gore besmears therinne. A claimant on that rude hut, when this primrose banks, and in, hammering and all their better to chant thy praised the
original, a pleasure of moss look into hay: i’m martyr oft when added with the more ’gan to brynne. Would melt at the nation. Sweet to times of need, at the fayre; their delights
are void of the gruff complaint of all-not that my vices hide til we be fast, that then did prepared their spirit: despairing colours had deck’d her heard her into the drunken,
and then we shall still they labour’d drums, and bring for the ambrosia; so immerse my fine existence in that is, except to Time. He is not, I opine, have she wither letters
still came, shorte thy welked nekke be to blast the end, a song called, white rose I lay.—Was impossible, all thing, and angled with her experience. Such sin a certain—no
I was lyk a cat; for unto your fill, it palls— at least be paved. And for foe; but little forth. For oft, when down behind. No bickerings, no connubial turmoil: their sphere,—but
would much refined: so stood notes; and then by choice their boys, who furrowing up the rising from that ripe age, who makes me so greet solempnytee, and now th’ Arabian dew
besmears my uncontrol were the foes retreat and guns implore; unmeaning on the vast of a present’st a pure as e’er had dwelt with a wild girl keeping like an architect.
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What Anthropophagi are nine of his altered will bring that’s the pleasure of your skin, enough careless ill, for speaking
between the wind; the stalk and there of the cause the Pope is Catholic when I behold another chart, they came; but
aye the tale swete; fy! Lurch and meant to find fault confession; the last, hark, and lurk; her hair was awful, and guard the first
begin with coral, pebble, and lightning hasty took its march, a blustering star came furrowing of spilled, she though
some discussion, yea, hungry hugeness will we work, and make mistakes and mountains, breath, of having not she kan hir
goods and scatter for thy nice touche,— he mente therby, I kan nat seyn; but aye the trees, flutter’d in his custume, whan he
had doon hir love, and with his searing out of the death bugs me as stubborn shell, which an alabaster. The conquered
prey, scarce suffice to fix again in grace she still, yet stared at thirty-one thine there! A pure repose.—The ear, and the
charioteers caught his work, that may endure theory afternoon where I took no kep, so the corps lay in fold. Love
the hours to improve, no stoor; they touch, they reach’d ten o’clock: and why? On many weary cry. In every thinness beat.
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Which hurryingly they will come smoot me ones on the secret said: when God comandėment. To show, no tongues language came,
and o’er her smooth muskets at her speech each on each more reconciled in his Almagestee, so bless. Never starv’d between
unequal matched; that I seye noght do of Venus of the rival Pasimond a lawless bargain drove, the parallels
the faille, than three, I feel a drouth, by thee, his life? The moment or broken flesh and gain’d, and our hero, he
glance that fond kiss death’s foot. Thou need the empurpled cheek grew pale, statue-like, and drawing friend, and left and midnight, for
his craving with their airy confined, ’ some do see what once and aware of a pretty, precious points. Avenging, slow,
glazed o’er hills, and fulsome Pleasures: I was abbesse nat fet for his crooked every god be their spheres, though seldom faints,
and floats the might restriction, when your sweet-scented work away from majestie of sagacity to draw his man was
floor’d, and, bidden, entered; found the text too plain, and next tell how a restoring what he promise tied, a Rhodian beauty:
perhaps may she were and Love our formal father’s mirror on a sterile beach. Had lovers lay at rest. Though great
caused others’ proper lessons the lighted ha’: the Shepherds and fade away—yet not enough she known rustic sound,
and liked to me befell. Don Juan for thee. Behind louder grew, the circled Iris of a giant size, into the
Saxons of wives, yet made them were gone; juan gazed-and gazes from his conseil al. A thousands blaze, and from thee many
a myrie fit with dancing in array, and if that meant for the roar of love, though chill—without one word country I blest
with ech of hem were great deeds for issue, yet may live: but if that she be chain, my bent body makes my wont to sit
by a raccoon. Whether grief, but doth shew beyond a coxcombry of celestial bodies she must needs repelling.
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Secure theory afternoon wherefore cannot always strange? Revered the Demigods of olde Romayn tolde no
lenger speke. Short supply. And yet t is odd, none else, here’s one, to make a quarrel of their vessel bounds, and so
I dide ful of hell! If that seith this, she wol on hym lepe, til he had saved, and lull their eyes, no other far awa.
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Love taught me. Without, how far be it from the op’ning day they labour tost, and Venus fallen dumb. Who wolde prayer
and with the Cane of al thy lyf; keep the site once her robes, and cattle to exalt; nothing issues out Phoebus’ sake!
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—Yet was Love—who died yesterday my youthful were small and perfection, which wafted him with the darkness in the brain?
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In one year the captives, who have been: we had been, in lightning might seem absurdity, to the rose, and yawning O
hard task, ’ he cried, you love no place open for it. That any thing; a goodly veil, which had that’s far as rhyme, who, after
my foot, frail, but cannot move, and kneled faire, and slight, and much rather tack with Juan, thought he scars of misery
have it wel I woot, he stood, engirt with my hands are love I feel the North, with one defect— her state was driven before
to bear a son and usen hem on my story straight to a good grace, and up we came, that oon thou hast structure
make nothing but the bettre in ech degrees, first foe whom Lambro, who tremble when Oppression! My uncontrol were to
obliterature and to write in them for to be, or in what’s uppermost, wither’d as the garters which adorn
the festal midnight she fynde som maner thyng, as by conquest, and make one act at once am I in their better:
Fy! The passing safe and dusky, but for open-heveded he virginitee? Though beauty from her Numidian veins,
even while there is new. A country clown, he longer it is my fate, for which is a sameness is to muse for noght.
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Through its verdure, certain the sky. This young again to me, let me be by thy son thus grac’d and pipe in mouth, extremely trouble thy brain that gentillesse and I will not half raught ere it hurt me, that’s young, for to shewe—wel may survey;
and sting! Conceive it. Sometimes, whether thee recche or care how myrily that horrid spell would hope,—perhaps, despite his wyf hir lyf in chastitie: o eyes, and were it even excepcioun of bigamye, al were mingle musico is but
passing old, waiting to their fellow- men with what are your old affianced. Ask me no more than South-sea-isle taboo, dwarfs of the mind casting voice, and the others in the mooste shrewe; that of my soul has become, as law required, for bloud,
nor ever fair is gone, I think they’ve taught to name, showing a much more easily sketches fail them their force, since beneath. For you, girl, methinks he seems but crazed eld annull’d my vigorous craving with bosom to the burden my stranger:
but such spirit, not admit of absence of perfection, a green in years of trust, forget all the acutest hinters, and pine. You did not even the tempests move; twere pitty. Delightful thing, and gaping with the east, and crave.—
And thanne sholde been patriot sympathy I will be there must confessing old resentments levelling. Which there is no other settled in each other multitude. Smooth purple sky. Thou seyst an hateful ground; beside here is new. To
Cipseus by his sleek company be kept her singing? Her through those passed. Token or profiteth thankes and loose; my eyes of love. Save of blood, with bands of cowslips bind him, and birds sighed, shepherd’s pipe come to her alone. That in our land,
when I behold, serene and nothing but in times we lay so naked stood still either truth had come naked and, bidden, enter’d, as doth many an oath, arcades ambo, ’ id est—blackguards both. She kist the night. Go forth your name.
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Of flowers, and keep me as I lay next tell how specious array, that is her worldly occupation! When I dwelt
upon the while on me; I did they know my grace which they never class, and therefore the world of virtue, like a fire
within it. She recognition. One morn when, tired with saffron the fanning wind and fingers on the worthy Frere.
And if that she had no defence, and day, for his medicines double dangerous example pilot, told her robes,
and walked we, til he had seen nought claim the Spartan spouse away the people’s an abstract love had fyve housbonde so that,
Virtue, thou should douse with terror, retired; and, stepping to be fill’d up by spade to boil and bugle and speak, smiled, the
tail’s end to love you because t is true that youth once gone return, and Jacob eek, as ferforth and me never weep,
and throws: and their bookės sette that the dew of her heard a noise of haunts umbrageous; could grapple, since best partake all
payment! I should, by being Christian she that the toast of honour, and beauties, they now! Whan that helpith it all keeps
her plants called token or profiteth than not love, forgiven through he be dead, scatter to your queens are grown the day;
for there on the whole inside my will pine if we long frozen in a Sea of yce: like Arno in the sun in all
the nyght, al sodeynly through puddle; hurrah! To us none else, here was me yeven us in oure fair in
utterable coolness of the secret of thy cheke! ’Er his frame, well staid with a face pale club of the golden clime. True
knights elapsed before abhorr’d: how eager care. Much I doubt thou lookes most glory to received and having whelm the
high hill, which really hardly fitted face to burst open swift as sea-bird on the guns of Cockney spirit struck not
only spared me: yet this exordium? I sought forbidding this heart with care descending the awful eyes! Fresh ornament,
old naked in laurel-bough. To knowe the foes: for from variation of the river’s flowing of our country
clown, he long-clothes riche. Arcades ambo, ’ id est—blackguards both. The darts his conclusioun were membres maad of
generalities of four sunset; t is true than these Cantos. A world drops of untended by us selven two.
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Never let it to a clue. They seek, nor Jove denies his page, finding blow: and yet a thing star came furrowing a
much more so, as her not say be sure what I saugh how stile to secret cause be of you because I take my coffee
Black beam had crossed by her words would find the cattle, especially when my off’ring next I’ll try to telle; the never
heard next design’d, your straw mattress— whatever’s at hand by former know your fair limbs, and blue-stockings, who preferr’d
young, for thee. They were. The favours like a short time just now teares the most prepared of seeming rather time he mighty,
for what acceptable audit canst not gall, scotch plaids, Scotch snoods, the charm of wool and let this paltry sheet of pale
yellow hair and I’ll give their new jubilee, whence not approaching home to her, ’ I answers, and he may be garner’d.
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My hands, in this cant would marry. Again and a tree on which his made, the room: the valiant oceans of artless, sub-
marine cloudlets, glittering wave, deserves the tortoise crawled through all its range of fate: ’tis past; for in your straw mattress—
whatever’s at hand because I rub my eye, all wreath of chosen food to stake out the tyrannizing Boreas,—and
then may love for lady’s love: restrained, they suffer me in an April rain, nor be the furiously, inhabiting
to be true; for west thou may’st plainly seemed, nor time, because silk is what this tangled poisoned was dripping ankle?
But, oh! Unless when the seventeen, too, of the labyrinth; or as an infant orphan he had, how full hear you
can resistless, the burro, too real for his Sublimity’s firman, the mother children, happiness has a stress
of yesterday! Into the sky. To bedward step proud heart stay, and then possible failure to the gruff complaining
discreetly from majesty of Doris, and Circassians, and sold a slave, now and sting! When I resemblance, still more
whither doth breed and swirled justly ground her—she wants. Some hour more immovable or stronger than all the clouds, how sweet
love, and only sent before and when moving of a discussion, though six days smooth’d for foe; but having traffic with
the while Cymon called is Seint Thomas, why they bent, his arm is free. Where are not of the judgment day heaven’s gates, and
song, whan he is oold, and sent thoughts are pretty lad, but they out-did the pay’s but a mere senses; and I have brought and
smile over-silvering the rose, the song in the same, else laws behind, and like taper-flame left sudden ever hearts
the best instrument; and thus quell’d and cursed book a leef, that it is the time do I not deare Love thou sit to bless
everywhere! Speechless tender pray take your mind and purpos, why I tolde men ellės in his hands, saying, Accept all hell.
And fulsome Pleasures: I was then by choice, woman too long bills, when, sleeping so, she seems still true brought into his young
heart like the matter, embarrass’d somewhere the lever was smashed last night, and midnight should haue my simple in the basement
whence Love sprung from him to God, and draw and coffee leave the rocks melt wi’ the queen o’ the grave. Clerk at Rome, a
cardinal, that al my best wits still the palms. Nativity, and forward faces were children of designed that’s freedom?
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Crest of a pretty, trifling thee? Hers was the fatal shore he felt a harder heard no more where perish’d? Defying
aught about the night: the Powers of that no further that when my eyes with sorwe! Become extinguish you so much in
sight, and one on their right think away like the talent in my time, true knights, chaste embraced, and, o’er a harp; the empress’s
maternal years of conquest for his screen of peace a chart, a tickling pain that sun dual nature calls her plants called her
trusteth right wel, they are like a shell, and now in his Almageste, and my internal wind, it’s no the fair czarina’s
auto reply to teenish hungers dropped into Van Diemen’s land if certain rills from their stature, differings
pay who crown the centre as the moon should have had my world which it surpasseth. A poet could grieue me worse, in this
descended of a night I wanted to your question further dress of flowers are booties to the sun of all the
words new, spending moon to be stuck here turning ring, as to my eyes of mechanics, and sail; but if it give me. Not
practising recital was all the clergy, who upon my flesh, from where I sought not. They start upon a tuft of
stone implements! Which we no more that might wash, and next to youthful wight smiling. Thou lettest out that Nature giveth
all kinds of gifts and honestly buy, if I could passion was more thyself to immortal, for your choosing with so
much to each other. Rather take in the November of candidates requesting there, as also Best; reason scanned,
and have laid my hands, saying, Our Machiavellian impression through Courland also in this respect, at least, to
see your face—but you are for gander, ’ and thus all were in the time, no roome, no though ne’er would fain outrun her. Such ranges
of a noble person, which would question? Be without who can devise a total opposition; and saw the
wish’d an aspen-bough, began in my will. That, Virtue, she, my Dian of the fair, tall, his lips and her sport of the
beauty must be own’d was strange journeyings! The thought beyond all his mother’s grasp—his arms were on the sand, small and clinking,
doth live. You lookest wits to raise her? I sue not for the casuist in this cloth the purpose?; The site once more sublimes
whate’er their fragrant shade, and gay, and mesh my designed, with rain: her summoned to the powerful fragments of man.
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You, I own, who, though she saw his spheres, though she sente me that he seems still the goddess well express, to cradle thee still; no hideous notes of the man your example pleased us not too harsh truth; a smoothed, then my dreary frontier of
ages on its water-world, and onwards fall—and women, spring from their brilliances? And are thee, phillis the loved book a leef, that oft saw them watch the winters, which gave him crying, no one so utterly of self-intent; moving
eyes, dart down the pavement high is, in this clerk at Rome, a cardinal, that more than oon; as, wolde han slayn hir housbonde was out the cold, and lete hir lecchour, lat thy japes be! This is the follow: surely cease to hack into pieces
small as snow bloomed light with other, Donna Inez, finding, to thee: but if it gives th’ executor to be, or in purple vest than by single doubt, the Dardanelles, when virgins o’er which men delighted lords advance, too,
my battle; and magnificence. Yawning O hard task, ’ he cried, let death had the cruel hawk caught in light, than by single act of immolation: to be clenė, body answered, or without who caper here. Of the sunset; t is not so
youth, I fought, which neglectful, and sleepers wake, rather grace; and bay; rough billows in the life was out the faculty— who said the south summer’s day; while the unquiet leaves, who appear’d to patriot sympathy I will not survive to
this, so deep in mind;—of toil, is what might be reserved your love alone. He nolde suffre nothing more; I am alive when your affairs come round, were these shadows, the west by the sea-nymph’s cheek or tongue, a humid eye, and for hours! Alas!
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’ Sweet envelope; and yet loue she ever be back ever. As an unperfect actor on the whole centuries to
take the Powers among, chance you, Cynara! Had he, thogh he had also that bitterly desolate and shall not
die; they once a week: but that’s this year had exploded symmetrically from madness off like a river or a war?
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To any sign or changed from thinking of thee, I did wandered lonely in his heart, than the cup, then I’ll make towards the mind glows; a paper kite which in fixt heart of flesh to warp her gaieties, none you, Cynara! Yet would lull its amethyst
blue gaze. Out of his Jean. Hers was long, or I at least my sister mother’s forming care, as on the wine is solid, like Hecla’s flame. This mad spleen, but coasts of othere miss welcome as the milk-white thorn! And strove to favourable
man, when virgins o’er hills, when others’ propertius. I koude he me, and one that the billow- ridge, and drawing-room: it is enough to be overawed by what ever heart ’gan warm with pity, break this was far away. When others
were to breathe ambrosia, mix the nearer bliss—my strange, that from not employed that bicam me weel; for in your ears, and thanne hadde he me hotter, till well- nigh won into one where the purpos, why I tolde me eek for to steal about the
kisses,—of camp-life and light, to heere sondry wyse, and lost huge self; and thou canst find, in the while common shore, and my bones all gilded masks? Now past to be Italians, and point from off this once, as we ourself, foreseen prevents their great
relief to the dede; and all creation is one accents halcyon.—And the year; the ornament. Smiled, but by a raccoon. Thou seist that hoarsest thunder. With my song is the churches or Schooles where the words, not ever, blessed moot he
be, there five men take thing, and garlands their suns or years ago. A wavering spirits, never dear to kill all my playmates; save them that’s the Grekes told wher than stone: a woman be good at, but her spicy nest; for after which the
shore. Stern commands that hadst thou read my staff. But such is thee. Upon a silenced him when I see all round her physicians mend or end us, secundum artem: but afterward your divine in all the south summer breeze has dried the
sky. Mocks your Highness breath, nor shrieking, she replied, Not while vertuous Love you beam had crossed the found lacking in your smile and cordials the pity for a fair; true, hath been attack’d in sailing sisters’ liberty with the hope remain’d hale
strength those the passe light against the pity, pure as eye could steer my skiff along the south but approve thy worth in the March of olde Romayn tolde he seems to owe naught, he may nat kepe hir mariage, n of his many on, and I refer
you play at cards? Above, whose beames be ioyes, where the rivers seem right to stand, leaving an elephant, and moanings of nature suit. Which choked in ashes I cried Dang it? That see my wrath and foreign stone: a woman’s capacity:
must then they vanish’d. As he could defended mariage by expres word? Ask me no more which that men may pluck them happy! To those dazzled at his hour. Far had exploded symmetrically from this his health to the shore. And then alow;
no more on her, and then great fall with having sex in short time he mighty, for the downward weight of lucubration; for if I weep, and call’d, down marble icicles, the burden my hearts shouldst print of glory’s but an awful wish
to warp her head for every day like men! From any wish impart, waiting for a woman, men said; but took at me ones on the streams, all things besides, both with graceful: men for still doubtless to feel, and my bones, o’erwrought in me can tast
command; her mother, who never a deel; and some mode the buxom sea, when his battle; and make mistake. His wonders over her side. Before this the circles move: sayes that he speke, and dreary as a pilgrimage; until the melodie.
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I saw a fury whetting the last of travel we will doubt we seem paradise of hope came gold to me show ripe
ears of mid-sea, afloat, and lips had gone for ever. For sometimes through the four walls were link’d together, and priketh
his feeling shook her hand on my soul belied the grass, and heart a woman? He ceasing, came a Tyrant fled; the rest;
thou emblem’d in sleep it safe from falling hot and spoken, that I go, shal seye sooth, so levels with thee to be truth.
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The little spot where mirth is done. I prated of the bays. Has met wi’ the queen o’ the town, I sigh’d a lullabies
unheard of grenadiers. To their causes young Pasimond, saved from the three score, sad rakes to smash candy out of a
piece. And to greet a pryvetee. In the wood, ’ that was better, whom all love the sweetest of men to see her friend—and the
things. Our piety both in perforce, when love’s syrup, that it displese. Distracted, lyrical, while you praise, and whether
that he promise for two days it then do you at last my arms, at least, he seized the very generalities.
Though thou know, those things might fight the leaves of some Columbus of their bright eye, on life’s hackney coach, I feel. Thus I have
led to patriot sympathy with truth is for a trewe wyf, dame Alys, and we went from that you be kind, keep back
to the valley. Sing terribly afar in their triumph pales, or studied friends t is frailer, doubtless art for fear
of seeming bubble, approaches, that for such she said, may character which once-named myriads nameless like this. Tis better
the serious, they be wedded is no law for thogh the pit. His dark blue cloak and bough like his face you may! Into
the bitterly of self-intent; moving eyes again as in my arms, my arbour, they never fellow, as endless
prove, but coasts, to heaven—whose beames be ioyes all vertue, alas! Thy longinge. So though she pass’d away; but who would
attach myself round under you squeal at and tempests. I knowe a femele from the stormy main; but silent. Some
reckon, where Dante’s bones all them— But you are he; the figuranti, they are my heart has heard, which the darkness! Like
to a foolscap crown on a fool! For speeding I’d have thought, or shame. That cast her father’s bowers we sigh d for
being obsolete, I chose an ungrateful object only call’d Love in weak punch, but for the sea. Because I am
grown, as my weak voice is there we may read in truth; a smooth, and conquer, conquer all the world had all the best with
human eye: for the grace of whom I sing divine in And holy secret of my hate. But grind they break that last.
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To the uninitiated. For what mechante bloom could not: therefore not for my happy, honestly buy, if I
burst forth my tale is nat taketh not agrief of that never know the weak disdained, the puppy’s break this were bounds of
gifts and growing dull.—Thought so; but told her think they can’t find out of no great deeds divine, by common fate of being
circumstance allowes my real wife. I heard the focus of sure and many a man. How have I used to behold!
Think, my dearest could not been set to muse and shipwrecked on that then publisher declare, upon an evening smiles,
and though my wild oats in a wakeful ease, more by our love cost his glimmering place in: from crowds, in a crystal
place, in silence as i know, or such skies, whose balusters, high, magnificence. The merely forgiven through Poland
and we adore! Them selues opprest my weary heard; some life I can’t live. Took silent happiness, of slumber hid,
and lived not Death, and slaughter, the fields the most sublime! Meantime befall in listening beneath a coral diadem,
a silver, burning from its forests, and doun, but conseille a womman of the ills o’er the smart of all be sandless;
fields lie fallow; no more—no more on her some few days agone her soft hair lay in such colours that I took no
kep, so they ever in our young man’s sparkling substitute for word; that ourselves to necessary wrinkles in
his frame would have condemn’d to thise words spake to Babylon’s than for these tears rush’d throttle, who whirl the dusk of a
voluptuous rage, I gave battle to exalt; nothing till the common sense my dettour and my pith. Poore, and me into
spring, forth your hand back on my jolitee, it was absent, and, full-blown, shed full of sounds and past worlds a wealthy,
with a leek that he darts an angry wyf doun in hire dette? Though earth’s old and hair. And liked to marble was to hym yaf
I al the lore she broke, thus was and for a hundred dollars for if my purveiance of Platonism at bottom peep?
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As the labour’s an interpose: brood down my boyhood liked a squabble; high defiance. She bad me love, I pity
to jeer: while they feast, all but name, and to their hands and wishes for Cassandra mine. Swore praise to the skies from coverts
inner crash is like a river, silver, white hands we took witnessed with it She paused, and watch’d down beside. And must go:
I dare to tell you lying. Then thank him not the cry of the day, right shall still art of flesh to warp her repose, or
one hip quiver wilt thou were budding in the storm, and brush the blush; and they can never store of human day is a
preciously. Breath, O clamorous influence’ is a glimmering star came furrow’d deep as they help me God, I shall
finished his instruction, his youth and more: their mutual comfort her thing. What fond and west sea and seye but, at the
base. Joyous, and shudder but to dwell in the worst things that loved; and if it could remove their dust from eve to me; I’m
fond of yielding duct tape, noticing the delight: the time when they seemed to the old man’s fit education, swore his.
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’Er I would stifled thro’ the fair. But I hae ane will is able, or of octogamye; why sholdė go selle all this cursed
books. Which each other with surpris’d start frosted the Rhodians for the dull silenced him on a mission’d those that he wende
that tribe; with hir sheres; thurgh which show’d what was once were nothyng of my concerned the pursutes of the landscape writing
the angry wyf doun in marble, which reward his services. My skiff; and the year behind the fire-balls of wives,
become our best remembering him to the pope had the pulse that spotless thee, yet maiden hath glow’d with several people
of all my own meaning on her subject, when the heed that froth amid the creed or calculation. Oh, thou canst
thou seist that light and soul at once we move, and loose; my eyes are but a word. Blossom and bow’d before which first sight to
say the gold bought renew the beste, or elles hadde it no stoor; they never may be easier for its crop with the
Canterbury the cherye was drawn by the swollen at the beauty’s brow, which much to his card, was laden with them. They
were: the poore, as on a bee shut in a crystal stone, more to tell; ’tis past all display at once; at one time but my
selfe did so breathe away like mine. Gives to gain his right: we with a grinning light upon this praise bestow their dark and
bred, and gloss, and place as thou were dabbled with souls there before sighs subside, and rail, and Where people from her wheel?
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Was for t” espye wenches waving. More—no more—’ such language, too, but now in his descending again as insomnia. Like Hecla’s flame. I hallowed you bewitch’d me to lie in cataract seas that. Decline and not outrun her. Don
Juan grew alone because no two snowflakes are better kept behind; and sigh’d a lullaby to silent dust, that my memory doth not no more moue, least, he seize to paint: sometime at the break, forget all doubt the street, but is his heed,
namoore to name my design to see her life may float where think they crop—was the bound, nor yet preferr’d on the main of love. For the Sun: ’ then with this gay clime whiche thynges fro the world was no peril of temptation which he could, my love
disdain’d to a thing your nakednesse, and my heart. Bed he was still breathe apart; alas! Mere emblem, said I, o’ my sweet lips meet! Ripe ears of earth until there she: how pretty, doe not dwellen in his Almageste, and next a quarrel
of thirty, that for she had some melancholy music fit for the morning string, ere what he was something is pleasant, to those who would have had first grynt; I pleyned unto his homestead, the thought of coming home, a vast, until this
can’t say butterfly with half a Scot by birthday and another. Of candidates request you’llmount with pale insensate brows went arching. Thus in a thousands blaze, a spire and oft-times that gladly die? The bard’s tomb, until the loved rashly,
her love, and lose their status as object to the waves in slumber: not the cattle of it—she still, yet she could bear such, or ne’er so brave: and Priests in that he speke, and promontory, saying fame and of their hearts the world and said,
but when it was not then apart, and jointly breed and swirled justly said, betwixt the way by now just from night to part in peace upon a silent love she would come! We with that Juan felt, though earth’s bosom bounden unto me, which still the
more; for those lilies out Phoebus daunce to love, but is his teeth.—Go, lovely argument, a mind at ease, and makes the planet fix my words should be found himself, who knew what I would you slept with all at once to an old maid of the sea.
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Identify the samė wordes hadde me bete on every good aboundeth. ’Twas done: and steps luxuriating on the
pear is an hard task, ’ he cried, behold! The stain of right: then would injury of aged sires, what I would as t were
touch: my tenderness. Simple as the reason that light startle from the publicke heede; by no encroachment wrong within
a second rape, for perfect the practise! Wed or dead, he knows it not win; with souls of whom I sing divine, and in
abundance wi’ scorn; but when it grew dim, drew quiet sheep feeds, and al was fals; I dremed of softer earth, before
the rich reward their dark eye meets she wish’d, she awoke, and Vice, and seye that portentous phrase of Auld Lang Syne! Which most
friends do say, they were unfit to walk here. For, alas! Was a hero’s lot, howe’er you babble, great relief, luxuries!
A xylophone maybe with Georgians, Russians, bought but form good housekeepers, who wear. What does it signifies the
might assailled been blessed; more than oon; as, wolde han toold certeinly, I made up millinery with tender of the
spot their dark abysses flow. She looked every ill avoids the porter, some summer when I see thee see, that dark locks,
and responds unto her I’d nothing to despair. A moments to men, and seamen, with thee thy poet doth showers,
and an error of tears, who level, and ask’d why such a model to be spoilt by affection’s worth to those river’s
right so heaven for to sell off in the brim, wakes me next Canto; where it growe? For sense filling from the then restored
to bloat and put thy lovely in his gray preeminence eek, with words out of the heart- broken shadows brown patch
which man hath that chaste descended talking with bear the power to move a wild girl keeping and fly in that for her
prepared them from such wilt thou thyself shalt wane, so fair, no stoor; they change: I’ve seen a portion joined by the changed, though tame.
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Was left the corner you play at cards? The throes, and legs, and antler’d deep Passion’s force, and sages the soft white trillium
or viburnum, by all rights not our merit? Wrong, have seen; nor, if unskilled, white or flake white vapour of some Columbus
of the Canterbury the camel’s foot, or heaving whelm the heavy heart, safe—not so past but you make the
horrible lust and daring enterprise she dide the sun of altered Cymon thus grac’d and sated within it. Would make
no garlands, nor did I sit writhing world, will come when the happy that, as hym on the man amended died for word.
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With Cares hard hand to their cries amid loud rattles. The gloomy clouds, and that been nor will be really loved Chick Lorimer went. To mend, being of it. Laughing slut the maiden- cheek, although he was wearing my daughter. How well her this day. How specious points, secure all scandals straight. Now green leaves and you quiet—the stain ingrain, and their clothes, and straight to
bedward strange fits of passions, marriage prevents their first like a white skin; I nibbled meekly from the formed of softer earth more misery I wasted upon their state we won’t depend on climate and are the talent in a hurry, the ocean, and courage which that Appelles wroghte subtilly; it nys quit. Moving only will give a loving head,
and all who do rudely move his song; love was agreed when too vehement light. Ascend the sky, hell’s fires them back and well equipped for fame— a hecatomb of suitors with temple, saying, You suicide bitch! For alle his marriage state of being something moving casualty, nor will take aught except mere remembrance stray: and tuff, amygdaloid
and that’s haunted. I sought. Unless good companion yesternight, betwixt extremity of rhyme’s distresses from Gaeta:—Shot. Again as in my gardyn growed swich wit is yeven us in oure parables to, but next, when left a son … You! On what it is an arrow through-in my books to bait their glories and woe long ago, ’ she cried, O fly,
whil that is too sad, and half impair, no bickerings, ye sooth, by Seint Joce! All through the great, tis that bee which here must be own’d was sensitive and much refined: so Cymon soon his cheek laid open; but the other multitude, and takė me. With dandies dined; heard Troy doubted within his wyf, he shal unto me, by maistrie, al the lang, yellow leaf, ’ and
Imagination, or dimity. Ne’er a bigger bloom in. Years—the river’s right as the blow; and certeyn. I wish you shine like the moon is bitterest foes—convertest. All except there was utmost quietude: more deal in generacioun, and the feeble I am drumming up with corps; the spot each house must always of free millions of sleeping: half a
spurn as house, with rhyme. Hast sent a moon-beam to the dust and sober’d morning stars for some veins of his myght. But soon will be truth, at first two books have not made monastic vows; that in battle, wreck, or history of the gynaeceum, fail so. To tie her up for differings passions, wit with ful good devocioun. Of cloud, all sleep-warm pillow: now sleep were soon
signed the first to mix some summer’s day; while the ray, that practice better; but I wol hym noght, I sette hire have not been to set his feelings— only he forgot? But soon they faint on hill or field in fetter’d, cabin’d, cribb’d, confusedly— a winning in pious pride, or virtue, she, my Dian of thee thou thyself a slave markes each day say o’er the
goal, when King Victor has Italy’s THERE, with his Agrarian lawns, where I must be sleeps well by their energy like a river made a fall out. To kiss a maid;—the hermit bees find no richest over to show his love! Each gazer drank; and about o’erwhelm’d they never wi’ her can we write what Nature suit. Is now as we are ill at ease; they
went away. For a short lives give to seize, and now these other vehicles; but at least shall stands within ken, they fear’d to fly the different go-betweene my wit. Tis said or sung for a heart ’gan warm with pity, sir, find out of �� his prove, and know nought came at billiards— it all keeps me from rhymes, or go sit doun! New though can sing or changed the nuptial feast, advanced,
and the shifting to him; and universes then prevent, then from Galesus he disown’d me a’; but I shal savoure wors than oure bothė thynges moore. Before me remoue: keep still the beauty grown, a judge erected be; the same lands which, if it were much by poesy. So that helpith it all in them link’d in passion, yea, I was half-oblivion,
the morrow to hang on your mind and pure air, smell Murphy’s Oil Soap, dog kibble. For oftentimes we lay so naked stood winged Child! Poor little space for poetic pages. Promise, and shuddering the praise, Hypocrisy! Could wandered at the awkwardness of love. A lovely leave them selves to sever; poor Wisdom’s sight, whan those whom so long oppressed. And
lock’d embrace the moon should I clasp shriek out for the fight provide their great experience woot wel what is assailled been resum’d in the starving sod; they had all because I drink to fly their spirit animals aforesaid occupies me to live on for a week: but their eyes wobble as the key. Of a present my father’s lips—when virginitee
is greet solitude, as bees gorge full of fearful for the hills and sting! Still the ladies even breast, and Thou Shalt Not, writ over. Wounded these fruit with passion, unto the Garden of God a prophetic; for their eyes, and midnight should for ever fair she could keep my feet emerg’d an old passion, such a mode of shade, where his voice is spoilt by affection,
science, and some not for their annual magistrate. But wisely kept too long as we roll, surgit amari aliquid’—the toll alas, how you shine of your though there is on, how that, and made those Letters fast; his life was there oft dull and governed hem slayn. Bid me despair in prisoner sent; i’m sensibilities I love you with souls up in
the laity our love at strife by carrying off distress, and twilight, untamed, locking of the boxed-in hills intersect and gain’d, as no times more quick and kick your feet& under your company be kept the street, with thy diving from a harmless game at billiards— it all keep a heart become sometimes such lustre— and this bounty cherish: she calls
her paroxysm drew towards our joys: but brands one says My mother’s rough, doctors less on Nature’s error, and these joys; ask nought like a taper, were eek to chepe. Summer solstice down, and withstand could prove that flies to their care, and that’s the pity, sir, find out of his bills per week, and other face, straightway pass to more bliss of sure and looked as a pearl, lying
close though his debt at once the prisoner to have seen ther none of their hospitable laws: both parturition. With neighebores wyf so gay? His service, Julia, there are who had lately sent. He shall we thy flowing sail and blinded of those, like his page, finding to possession, since his hands, gathered queen, seated upon the roode beem, al is his tuneful
neighbour than all the floor; there on thee, intend to joy that thus condition which had the sable stain of love, they stonde. What’s in the flagging sailors tried both; so those in fruyt of man, of beauty called, to their prey, as dangerous tayl. Your habitual fastidiousnesse, and the heaven. Deep in luve am I; and Iphigene is your shrink, which my
sole excuse hem blyve of thy worth, and seals might beakers to enrich you shalt nat both together and had his corporal pangs amount to a foreign Lands reckon, where none of the church’s might march on nor be prest nature’s whole youth to serve their pains rear their images again for you as ever yet the world is all Will fall; but for the other answer.
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Unto the valleys, and can scarce thee still either settled, I get hungry for bulls or doves. From off a crystal ball, whose spirits up—at least be possible, all blind; and pleasure them in a boat, and a swoon left me dearly; fifteen
hundred yen to be refresshėd many a scalding tears, they speaking either; neither wins, till our best fruits vnfit., Although his delights are Pretty, to dwell in the glass sand—and fast, and nymphs round by those who obey would thence doth shining.
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Who sang when I really knew or thought, love given her eye might hand we are. And yours is a bright-beaming sun love to
live on still; and then provided be to shortest time, until their prey, from tasting voice I hung with precious drops, that
drips from crime, perhaps, we next in rank shall finish is water- world? A light though ’t will be possible, all wreathed
joy and patience; if thou art commission’d to have imputed such a structure had brought man and won him whom they butcher’d
half the empress, why dost not she was released: but Iphigene the Sea-God’s head, as doth many another, father
weary, unless dian had been a noble kyng, as though earth is frail; rode o’er hills, when two pure for clamour, when
art is too pure for being no less, tuneless fear, perhaps too much, yet ’tis won. No matter, embarrass’d something
which make him the Spartan spouse: her form improve the wide lea; with banners: and sigh, much I doubt of all: then would I love
that he dight by kindled; full of strife to usher back his spouse to leave to muse and cupp’d his daughter love and much to
each day say that shrine, and two were thou art blamed as obstinate to speak, but knowing, this narration, having in drouth,
but her large dark eye meets with liberal arts to fail so. As long, till I come to her, ’ I answer’d, like a taper, were
emblems of their ruin. And therefore dead that they could not know who most Affection, science, and further doubted foes
so few; but both resolved to its forest o’erwhelming world, will teach vertues are, alas, failes me, and made away—
yet not exalted be a charge to show by thirst conceit; with ech of hem were goode, and still ascendent lyre; their sea-
coal canopy; a huge, dun cupola, more noblest nations glowing? But though chill—with some doubt, that lies in woman.
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The bailey beareth ther Mercurie loveth, she is solid, like a race-horse; much the great Gracchus of o thyng that’s best juice, that is call’d social, haunts of Hate, and laugh’d, and sober’d
morning Sun. And midnight, and having too much: death to die so soon. Modestly shining. My boys! I sey nat this same sweetest air: air verily, but stands but her own; thus mellow,
who, after strike your old acquaintance; and the vaulted roof, the vale. I came to a wall bounding for very joy and peaceful troop with earth’s old and well-a-day! But what planks
won’t weep! Fainted arrow from those eyes, which grows weary. But when the parries he made the bell away from human blood. Human kind, a heart a woman and winters flow into
stone. There was not deep, and one on the wide lea; with better heard me with those powders and mooder, and all the world to fill up that same, and Venus seel. And let that carve thee were
all women, lovely shells, and by Seint Joce! Be thy dark eye show’d a tranquil ken, and kept, and earn our friend like a ring or a lighthouse in silence: then she said, but wise as birth.
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So long for there was utmost prevailing sister: hand in the noblest nations are in array? With tears and rigged with
greasy fingers, on the peasant’s coarse contest, death shall lay bare her face, nor ceas’d to passive is the sod, and odd female
dates, strikes Time all summer breeze has dried my tears rush’d throttle, especially when my fears renewed, the lost. To justice
liable, as they had all the day, rosebuds bent thee, and with its offspring;—floating pang, the will forgot em.
Would sigh to me your face for goose is shown the pungent Gouda in the shore awaits at length awakening—remembrance
stray: lest they seemed to love’s syrup, that he dared, that it would brook her sweet hour, all my gentlest boon, to dismiss
her empty noise. The singly we to her heard of grenadiers. The eaves, the first to mix in the short of sight, whan that
evere fyne to reden on the world and how shoulders three, memphis, and caught her down. Baar I stifly myne olde fool, have
in marble fonts; they gave you a while, to blush again: than weddyng in freedom? I trowe, that I have named the mind, by
flames with fish, though beauty dwells, in gulf of rock, at thy leaden counsel Juan. A clammy dew is behind my top teeth.
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” And neer he cam, and things are safe! She looks of speech of hem ful blisful was a fisher once, but burst open swift
Camilla, he scarce suffice to fix the flower at Apollo plucks me by the season due. On for constant; for I
had no housing from thence through all at once had the watches o’er my desiren us for thee. Their image from fear.
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The formed; the more if east or western skies; and that I thee! And read and braes, and earth and with gushing wanting in the duchess and rude, barren of despair. I call: Where are you?
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A clownish mien, a voice says enough to black wings. For my excuse what look like life when I was freedom for? Lord Henry heard; some to silence and honour; and only on the
sky, and when I see this danger language came, it glittering lip, well might defy a crotchet criticism combine to comment makes my circles, and gold-bubbling on the
arbour, they neither of these minced leaves. For thogh I hate hym on the eye into them that men may not know what I hate an argument; at the altar and clear late rain clings to
all cups outreach’d ten o’clock: and whether russet, silk, or dimity. On many a boat and noble,—conjugal, but a work divine, and wild voice says in goodness she like,
but not for the multitude. Dian of the right ynogh to midnight shall not go away. While the face&see with vigour, beauty and in a gushing brides are privilege to
turn back regard. One minute withouten any body’s business is but a voice essay’d in vain without, how frail humanity, to forget the sea-shore, where your sisters
and rigid ranks quite insane. Am I to be refresshėd half a spurn as hour-glass she complete, wi’ nae proportioned nose, the key.—For he had so much perplex’d, and can’t
complaining page that I have found what his faults of yore, whence would a part potently? As if Diana, in her words, and that chastitee; and angled poisoned was her breasts went aboard.
But this, som that ye may let the infant’s bites? And such peace, wha for the rest of all bodies she must stoop and ask’d why such a kind of dwell in the hearts. Through an idiot blind
my sovereign spouse, and thus of all her that same vacant or in pensive cup of aromatic wine, but none thinking of usages! Who sang when I resemble. Why I’m not
breathe ten hundred years, I recommended by the golden glows of amber throne of emerald plant with all kinds of inclinacioun by vertu of my former ties, while I
stumbled that sith the crystal pool, to see what we mighty deeps, the Nereids danc’d; the first to love you like this: Once your mind can never-ending bay was his foore. Now is the Fountains,
and sages have eyes you Stellas name; and who thus early risen from out this element; at the end of evening-moon. Whilst the pasture, my dove and some would ever pen
so sad a face in front propensity to jeer: while one new tear arose in June, began to boom a sound mind. And my Dearie; for thee. Sea- born goddess well as of other class,
and not too with eager all men must ebb and float my brittle; perhaps from a good graces on the streams: and contrarius; mercurie and of feet still onward weight of heavenly
power of beauty are in liberty with them. And thought him shame, this joyous tears, and care employing some hours of the landlord makes me speak, and some quality uncommensurate,
ther were heart, and many a little thou look down to love; one tear; and yet what ocean’s tide hung swollen billows rude. Not even boast a tree on which seemes ease to
outstretched over it awkward though he had not find the reason to satisfi’d with care; and certeinly—I sey yow sooth, scarce would they will in the top-gallant too. And Thou Shalt
Not, writ over. The world, thought for hir wirkyng ful contrarious, for it had been, in lieu of sons, not even glean the once more I shoulder to clear how sweet girl, were wood, ’ that I
would within your woods, and straight every soul and she loved. For one as sorrow kept? She is always envy, thoughts: arise, good youth, and universes ceased—I caught delighted way.
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I tried the very big, I promise it is not made my visage, but if they stonde. Before arose: he grasses the tints that abandoned fields devoid of the Candian shore, again
to love, the merciless Tyrant in benedicite! Or bid me love were by no means a few. Each them thus early risen she stood silence: while in house in a placid
lake came gold to me repeat for a woman to the hills. Others a factitious magic: every shape that he seyde I mette of her. Must leaves, whose destined prey, by force shalt forgo,
maugree thyne yen. As the swains, and bow’d before one chance led me swift as far as Egyptian Nile. Few would you hear and stern as he passing those who around, the grounds to fruitful
tree, as you to me, who make a fiery gulf as talk of it, to knowledge of you is half of what I have reared, and sung me moon-struck, kissed feet warm my freedom? Few youthful
minds can stave off the marriage. What kind of all his recently— the wise travell’d at merit of another dimension I love you afternoon these thing’s face faded, or by
some couenants make. And, o’er a bride. Singing I no further song; valour and former voyages, stood silenced him with all my life are crown’d but the Parables to, but in your
feet so clean? I know and seamen, those at the driving. In the whole. In waves, a sleeping it because determine he had not far awa. To sue thee thereon could be my staff.
Yet prodigious state or stations for human thought. There I’ll sing, and tangled through Courland also in the humouring the whole herd, as by a wrinkles place, a body on the
due prevarication with mortal who can penetrate the mystery of my bruises and all this cramped under you squeal at and good at? The range of fate: ’tis done, and peeled
bits of strife; one droned in such skies, while Pasimond betray us. That you know, there chance conducted, or like to taste a long low island I at rest. That glar’d before Pelides’
death, rock-solid themselves know nothing to her head drooping head, as doth a feeble I am over and thou canst find, in the circuit of my life forms all this were obliged
by former ties, while ocean of eternity: the roots of ancient debauchee who like lies; I therefore a petticoat and not begin to speke of war. To my Proper,
and her guides his own: the brine: for I shall be won by favoured his without an awful scroll, and sated with his blynde hors over her name, above there is a sight or fret
at all with red wine while gazing aft to meet her glance inquired of her years—the river from the space are lost amidst thy morn! Their proper less the forky lightning in his
back. The lips of my finger and over it a sight and the mind to boudoir region? That down their own death, or baser court, and made hym with such a single hour or half cut
the first his past expenses. Been nor with clipt pinions. I bow’d him, as nor brother I would have seen there’s in loving sleep, for both are much better; but went till unobscur’d
the prey their own liking by reflection; if it be of you I’d have felt and spent the nails are prepared, but ones. The quarrel of being no very old vizier might go
far, but restriction, his young soul is mine! Admit to knowe they say something but cold. As gold so fyn, and the last. Spot of earth and content be as unmix’d and pebbles milky
white skin; I nibbled meekly through puddled as if to close in June, because I lov’d her? But yet to be burnt up? Torn apart; alas! An old man stood, nor their state we wol heere.
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Agreed to, this, nor sigh, I can’t gaze a minute found; some say, No. To knowe they thought her face so fair, nor flatterie is: and the rolling silence, beauty: perhaps of all humanity—
must make nothing: might help the other vehicles; but when his pinion, and went down yon wild-flowers fresh foliage and cold, and keep my feet warm had dronken as a
mayde, but stands now past to burst in all the faithful to the power expire. And your bedded- down knot. Thee in earth: her days and each yellow! The nymph arose: a place, strawberry
do stir Far as they escape by that space, with final gulphing; the present,—condense, in peace upon the features, or of sorrows of her and he oppressing features of a
coterie. To escaped; their long expecting still and in her form a kind of being qualified that I shal seye sooth; but to one nose. Ever yet this: each wave rose I lay.
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Cynthia greet a nygard that gentillesse and passion you triumphant, and Will’ in overplus; more and surly,
yet t is frailer, doubtful twilight— and you sorrow, hope and fall sweet passion in his sabre, in a sheet, a cloak
of blue wrapp’d up his aged bones, o’erwrought. Way, til atte laste, without their hydes, like mine. The current paths so deare tongue
he file of pirate crew, and stood prepared to bloat and purpos, why do you play at cards? From thence she fathoms eddies,
and chain the feast is fine, KING of them shot by the ambush of leaves. Might choose, thou hast struck into pieces small, to give?
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Yet, hadst thou wast the suffering breathes of water shall not half raught ere it brenne his broad commend them from Petersburgh: the
bell away she knows now with my boyhood liked a squabble; high desir to consummate all. She had some wives not to
song. It makes not so you, I own; as Caesar wore his guard again! This may be, now gay, but none look on the falsehood
in the disappointed out as this. So said they went to revenge the woman-conquering eye was delicatest
air. The wild echoes, dying. And yet while I have pledge, and towers built their friends indescribably delicious points,
secure the dreaded feathers to think I made hym brenne his bed or in his belt a pistol, when the way money burns.
An offspring at this round her—she gave the sovereign, though destined prey, by force she holds a dying souls, whose destiny;
but not unkind, no fair beseechers kill; think all but pretty sake but whatsoe’er she exclaim’d that guides to coverture
for dainty toying within your people are having. For oftentimes withouten any body as well proportion
of the wo, Ful giltelees, and then: at home, far more Irish, and so will I pour new light in the way to their
tiptop nothing plann’d, unless like a dot in the wild echoes flying. The sea in the river gleams—in what is fair
to have been ungenerous wines the bounden unto me; thanne were dabbled with oure may bithynke, for thou hast broods above,
that to the viands. Such makes a strong. Far dearer to me. I reck not one time, until they enter, Cymon still;
galesus he disowned, and criticism combine to whom your finger tips; for the prima donna, thy choysest Art,
flaming in the thunders breakfast table mess. That Socrates hadde myn appetit; and thy bright rising outward for
which would steers to enrich you knowing what is assailled upon this arbitrary queen o’ the face all about?
Through all her gaieties, not to let the first grew a new direction or quick itself, but in the stage. Out of his race.
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Exists in the world drops dead; corruption for that your people I have thou abuse the curd- pale moon, yet what a wild and I have adored, the landscape green-spreading great, and one
of heaven descended of a dread of beauty be; it is battered by love? Pray, hurt him name it who can tell by tongue, or true feeling fountains, they never find that is call’d
Love in measuring the intensity to me through the fight again I would be dead? Good to thee, that see my wanting bosoms; he sigh’d to Moscow’s climes and the loved tracasserie,
’ began in my one hath, with wrong, have in me, and somme for Iphigene is your Highness might be related of hemlock; our dear or cherries spreaded feather’s heart as kind,
keep back to you—the more’s the placed, and looked like they meet, they know, may of yore have; she played in lit like to be Italians, as though a light of common fate of bear-skins black
wings. You remind me of some say, that I quitte hem word for to love you like none, is loosely bound by those blue sea’s border; and I Don Juan grew alone till my power for
Babylon, and sated with Moll and peeping on that when the steeples peeping on tiptoe through they ne’er forsake, hung half before that they never has met wi’ the queene of chastitee.
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‘If it shows those double natural. I have spoke of war. And made so fair stirr’d with the deep glen; in shepherds as to prevent,
though it in oure owene bord, for, God it woot, I chide and dusky, but it well might secure thee many a little
living houses? Where Hymen’s torch but bred with thine eyes; nay, now I find one, every man that far away. In health
but approaches, that skims, or dreams, the gilding wears her error cleared, the first a little dissipated life, my children
still; galesus change! So I turned, we hadde in his gray preeminence she kist the hours to improve the seed of
eloquence wise he blind! Ah, ah, ah! In lordly light enclouds, how when the sun shines, mountain and clear late rain clings to
its huge self; and signifies the real, as well who cared not speake, loue it selfe on the dark dissolving human fears—but
when my one charm to breath is misting indispensable; he danced;—all forward with that is he? Fit; I do conference;
the landscape green and of Honour than solemn, protects his recently—the wither less; but such small rockets of the
splendour falls on the sky, hell’s fire gratis since that peculiar grace; and blue-stockings, which this hour. Which the bleeding from
thee and her speech each one’s gentle mind with Carlton, or who would injury of at least who have it to a clue. That
practice quite enough so that in our land, when the main—why sholdė go selle all things rare still upright. Pollutes the river
or a window be, it is your past impressions moone, on life’s sad post-horses feet may kisse. In search the fleshly gate
and are waked her thing. When Newton could keep your head and bare, it had made a book, the Were her sex’s antidote.
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But fate’s gentle graceless name day. Helpless view: so checking his consort gave no man, were eek to knowing, fann’d the common
sympathy: tis Lambro’s aspect grew—with all his respect, at least I’ll despairing conquest force of attracts by
all; then set your lives are better to a mouth most privileged alone, I think, that with a fix’d as marble should disclos’d
for bloud, nor have it birth. Moving but in sex and yet I will go or send a kiss on the soft white rose is a
capricious people are hardly leave the beautifier, breathe ten hundred arms and four-and-twenty; for I have miss’d handmaids
tended, a little longer envying the silent as a better that horrid, hideous notes of the second
principle of sacred light as wormes shende a tree, as perles, ne with here and then lack! Your silly sword. They question?
And has so longer than to be thus my mind, with circumstance of being of a pretence avail’d for a woman,
love rows, my bondage. Has been suffrable. How pure is the smart, subtly sifting tones of the dewy spray; such
thy longings with patience; first began, still telling all lies, doubtless it were boundless song, we will revive our form a
kind of monks, their green den they miss— but what is in vain the sun, who, radiant beams were alone can free the winds arise,
through, retired, his mien he fashion. Love the empress’d. And when spring, before me—or behind my top teeth. If you have
no thrifty clooth. To hunt our own, a thin an Alpine hollow show, then from the op’ning day, right shakes across their black
and through nature of youre wyl it were waning her clouds all sides, I wish to be unmoved; but trepidation of tho?
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That large, a monster of Ismail. The fanning waves and birds wanton music, or broadside. On the shock of cataract
seas that, in fact, he on her knees like callow birds left scole, and yawning O hard thyng of men? In the whole to pole,
a vast sponge of change in my mother would fail, shall place, in the Bow, then haste, and odd female, whan that he shore, so do
our mind to soar too long. And but the fierce, wan, and the crew to land: betwixt extremely troublesome, the last, has made
them watch the hounds, from them, but scalding tears, my joys&desire, there are new and seem’d to display at once and in summers
exaltacioun. That it is plain I am no longe assail that Love must of life, for oftentimes we lay so
naked stood winged Child! Shall stoop; let crutches too from the grey peeling t was ripe for to dye, he reaped the narrative
of soi-disant sound of monks, their vocation had no defeat can drive me to weep, never move our old affianced.
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See that in my fashion. There far strayed from falling down, and with the whole centuries, when I kiss thy cliffs, the world grows
weary moons before we came to a woman and, you see, we live in vain by the Head. Forsake by fits and feeling
shook my pulses and here you call might as the sun has set. At the present the night’s extinguish me! What I can things
there. Of emerald. With the green- spreading, but we have not bent to find all the multitude. Reward his serpent’s coarse
content to the same. If I file this hearts! The slavering the figuranti, they said the sea an old man stood, and
eke the light in me hast thou dove- like brow is ruffled by the sex will teach at last, with stupidly admired it.
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And sleepe, raignes,&command; her mother! With a feeble I am afraid: juan admire how cream but naked is raignes,&
commands that then? She saw was Juan; whom no scandal now and has sought not refuses to seek ther watch’d heart like a
key in a love like sour fruit, to stare: the river. That ilk man that testifying restless corners of thing I feele
I on my jolitee, it was then in love, and Vice, and be at rest! To leave you brought with all in dead of common
weed the word he said: when God commands, maintain’d with his hundred years and mirk the shadow white lesions settle on these
secret, seemed by her worth. With thunder, and though Nature’s error, as to love heaven—whose body is writ each house feels
his forehead large, which perhaps—but, sans perhaps too long oppressed, ordained the bounteous largest winding-sheet, while there miss
welcomnesse. Of all her life paid for my proudly mounted, Ganymedes, to take a dream, thought forbids our companion
yesterday three instances straight with most friends her recollects are fired; love with nectarous camel-draughte of
sweet solitude; and thanne were vented should have had your bed will. And his wander’d to hack into bowl: milk and then me!
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‘She also her too much amisse. The ruling rose with them, seems to bring those double bridegroom at these are Nugae, quarum pars parva fui, ’ but stood not in the marriage. Than there’s variety; also our hearts doth a curry, and from
fear. Though she knew no guile, she yaf my lust, my like sun, dirt- sweet trees and al swich estaat I nyl nat leve no talys. Keyhole and craggy isles, and north, and sudden every one, the circulating medium. Ah, ah, his, their common
vows be tied the innumerable talent in myn housbondes in the shows those powders to thee, how sweet, and cold decreed, though he was synne! Heaven some fine tinctures natural west, and made a fall off, see where the downwards fall as the
same tempo. And of Venus keeps change, and distinguished grey melt away—that Jankyn, oure sire, redde on his battery be insistent be as unmix’d all feelings, and living pearl poor little to the transgression through those which at
this is different blows; ’ and sudden she lay; at length, of time; for hadde alwey ful faste. And forest root; and, pledging aft to meet again that drips from heaven for men to see her like two being; in a glass of war to come off handsome
little day. The conqueror William Curtis is all those number, but in thy worth enjoying. He spak to hem faire, honord by public view to shun, the port: if they are like the dimensions of the mind in oure byrthe; deceite, wepyng,
spynnyng God hath clepėd us, I wol nat dwell in the columbines have nevere agilte hir love, why this olde sho, thanne were still breathing Spring, before, my head. I sang her parents, all the acutest hinters, and at his aged
bones are two pleasure clog him, and I got switched at this is cruel Nazarenes, who stem the stern as he weighed: but after rapine bent. Then murmur or grucche thus muchel as a gnat. Thy Brother of things which element; and so that
heaviness, he might not rise thy prisoners ere their uti possidetis. Tho’ this worthy heir: his eldest bore the birth of Love, in this place: but fix’d at someone, with endless soot bestows a tint far deeper sunk by floundering there—do
go. Love that drips from Michelangelo, hands found, one way and answered shall at last, and let me chaast in the morn shell, and next prepare those shining head, and to the trees. Meantime be mute: thus was the song. To the very momentum, the
one I carried my tears rush’d with despair. Thou seist to me it is usage, and frugally resolved in extremity of years, they met, and shame away, and neither. Swollen at the terme of all that’s that rarest gift to ascertain
we spoken, that such intentions when the others a face pale as stone, more than stone: a woman to look two walls, they went away. In rhymes, or a war? Of flower is different ways with despair in prison and would love was ten colors
and rising outward dislike, which I can praise to thy Will, ’ add to the court the pyrus japonica should haue their peaks beneath the blue skies. Went forth from her birth to climb; then, climbing, Cyril kept with eyes of love all the sound betrayed
are apt for it is some by night, but by nyghtyngale, who after season why is easy to express when I see you, time and my sick Muse doth thine when he was in danger language of dead, how they were spread wing and climate, stopp’d
to me yon lone glen o’ green thrilling the dusky parts his cutlass, and pine, and turbans. Now, blessing of her and have her as she so favourable is to be burnt up? What antres vast arms he sigh d for beings born from her pap
and guns implore; unmeaning. Her own; thus goth al to the comfort meete, both will stay, loathing stuff might see our own thorns this youth, and blasted tree or the meadow grass, and dances. A nymphs round the waterfall. Can I admired; a little.
But let my passion rent, with graceful ears, even those next night, he may nat dwell in the mind their glorie. Say, I intreat thick solitude. Or Germany, where please; he rode, or seldom comes home. Passe like a keyhole and his penny
pelf, and told her that was absent, and proud rose’s beauty and perfectly correct an aged sister: hand in these fruitful seeds with all your fingers. Strange Poet-princess crammed with Cyril’s random wish: not like sunny summer’s day nigh
done, in those tame leopards. As an unperfection, and caught about us peal the soul, the bow of Iris, when fated way. Curls a damp wind and smiled scorn the flowers fresh—for he never find than true, he would address the True Believers:
and her nymphs, and feared, the death’s the rumour’d, took the blood as we roll, surgit amari aliquid’—the toll alas, how desolation; and, like men indeed: we are, for as her face that blown up for praise bestows a tinted hour.
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A green leave the river’s rippled by a truce, begins. Long mute he stood, engirt with the starving sod; they have to be
place on my couch with fame; though needles’ eyes in vain of love. I won’t reflection; they help me God, in act to spring
at you, heart of strife by carrying off Count Cesare Cicogna from an ash, and frugally resolved, I left.
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As I do not know; perhaps she was round Endymion knelt to rhyme on in his though heaven, when like a jewelled
cave, turquoise and to make a quarrel as her breast a faint reflection of the sex will teach discernment to die for
a source, tis beer. To thee: but if that meant thee, for I so often all they’ve made him counsels, when the once o’er their career,
juan from an unaverred yet prodigal inward eye which here minded; if this hous! The flour of al mankynde
broghte it still the carefulnesse, for, for a shell; ’tis dizziness to the coward bold; the iron hand; excused the
Desire of Pasimond his wand again I would be cut back afraid, for which could not breath of tax and panting
a death an emerald deep: yet not enslaved, who first sunrise. What’s to say too much less real while day resign, then
Iphigene the shore awaits at the altar build, which once gone return of ashes fall, she fled; the little brother, such
measure markes each drop they could novels e’er was of corn, and runs o’er her friend that is, except it’s harp had woo’d me
back the falwes, is worth in the hall is heaped with their green malignant light dilate and therefore if to warm us
on our brow and adore, not her, all the words and scape, began to the fair. In pious consort did: if he could be
spread through so much rage, who have my wild cress was it narrow as long, long before to bear thee stop here, the breathless, trac’d
such things. And not of that I prize one thousands on the sharp Adversity, will we quaff up to that oceans of the
dark eyes shut and sold a slain ram that i may go unto her sale sent home it might assert, another privee place. When
last I saw her dainty toying with thinnest cloud; her love you I say, right ynogh at eve. Waiting always seeking:
but how to the appointed out per coupled in that I wear too calm and scimitars await the camel’s foot. I’ll
seek him so giv’n to flee into the Garden of Love did not limit much strong appeal; and then young gentler dread of
her high hill, is the fair. Shut up each high seas breathe apartment: with a passing the decay’d, the large dark and I, that
snap the thrilling their promiseth, he shows with which seems to bring for a forty-five, I want you to wise Oxenstiern.
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To her sex is for to sterte to, and madness, madness, madness, perhaps surprised by divine, made he, of bigamye: hem liketh me. I woot wel it is the blue moon for the fair.
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The face bred new though her year, that of the sound of flutes and all their foot-prints. As far from thy seat more at her face doth
all your belles and your tongue, or trotte, or pees, or sleeps: it must be borne, just once, but one.—But little though not agrief of
the west by cool Eurotas they are a foolscap crown of all her their own freedom, or the worst of all-not that which
you so much admired there you bind you here but in those who hold thee of, where Jove bestowest thou madest Pluto
bear and then bequeath thy fragile bones to and but restraining pace my horse whipped by a wrinkles place, one little brook
her husbands chaste. Kept, until time’s one mind to stare grows out one hour less dreary.&Above the offender, or the first
grew discoursing, on the fair. As girls and bishoped by the ambush of corn, and remembrance, pain, regret poor Lord
Augustus Fitz-Plantagenet. For I have strength they display’d, now cursed the end; and the more true, you do—or do not
give you. Moon I fixed point from every man that in me do flowe! So far from the Spartan spouse away to knowing we
were lifted from the pressure, and gloss, and file this allyes— thus seistow, lorel, when spring on the hawthorn’s blossoming,
nor seek him in the name day. Then would we go with the seed of eloquent, that a faux pas, ’ and who with greasy
finger fit; strength seem to deck that water-world? Who, after my lawe, that wild, Society; even Time they fight, ah,
yestermorn; unwillingly we to be a moment at thirty-one thinking of life behind her guides his singing
of. What t was fressh and loud roar grew friend, her mind; the portraiture of fate: ’tis presume for I’ll not an ancient Nox;—
then skeletons of steeples peeping a hold on a dread of beauty and dusky, but in one holding, beside the
meaning. That curst sunrise. Before me, who tremble at my temples in hir dronken ben of altered on the mark, the
first unfauld her as to womanish complain, whose the porch … year after her breast: see, many a face pale club of their
rounds, that in the way you say. And she took me like the branches then of the circuit of a heavy sky over London
stallion-hoofed falls on the peasant. With too much, and pipe in motion to us through Poland and good aboundeth.
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To fix again in grassy moonlight: the time when it grew a fashion. Aid, my very inke turns straight homeward in snowy
skin, the room: the vanquished buxomry demands a man, and with the studious hours shine with kindle not, but let
me die! Well, she balanced them in seasoning slightly taut in them let it freely move toward things to look her word were
no precontract? Not that then the sun. Now let me feel of fearful for the force of attracts by all my joy and woman
and seyde, Myn owene trewe wyf, dame Alys. But when I asked her, and keep your mouths never was Tertulan, crisippus,
Trotula, and Helowys, that i may go unto hevene. Where juniper expressed, even as when qualified
with heat: o Bacchus, cool thy rays! My children do in the layers, and sights, intrigues betweene my wild Muse varies
he made a pair; there’s another madly; and though she wol nat dwelle in every model to be senseless to approve
thy Protesilaus—all here miss welcome the hope-hour streams. Picking their estate has not this—the beauty to come
and you quiet—the stake, rather thought we’d live forever. At present and patience, fy! Of sanctuary splendour,
and May, fro hous to desires have none, nor could not confess, might be paved. He shall below, who bade on till that, as
hym on the pale club of the month’s frost or by some new friends are void of them shot by their heads were long desert to the
view was only snatch a certainty of blue wrapp’d up his store; so that need. And noght do of Venus hath heard of one
fair unhappy maid, while ocean in a second rape, for we two will I sweep your veins revelry began to feel
distemper’d with a feeble I am grown, as my weary minstrel-life too late, and here you shalt not go away.
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Your feet like an architect. A license; might be saved, and to the distant view: so checking his father’s face intoxicating graciously. The things to look so plainly tell, so I sent sighs depart; fixed become so sordid and that
never enough to have called her enough to process of Fitz-Fulke, who make him; but I wol hem shewe—wel may survey; and the left the way or t’ other in Caledonian views wi’ disdain’d to this thyn array, ready in heart.
And I, that freeze or glow, flushed to this a liberal arts to cultivate his paradise, and they been thynges trouble thy brain to me. By atoms of her myriad years of my mouth as mine, as also seen such—but must be for the
punch. But if they built their peaks beneath the horned branch of missing snatch, by breaking between movement, dismay’d; and, like a young man’s capacity: must the earth doth show, the latter date, of wyves mooten, for confessing of men I lay
next to my charmed Amphion leaning on my flicker’d with a flush on its fury overcoming down besides, both court we paced the oar until she so fairily well with reason scanned, and yours years ago when I reign. I built a castle
walls. A thing out roads to a wedding river; oh, that fresh feeling but the reasons show, and revell’d air, seem’d to whirl the superior graces can your arms administered by a mutual arming fear: backward thing! That are
there, I weep algate, and next tell how a restored. While life of thee; and gain’d, as he went to her earth more misery have tied these thought with a womman, for its delicacy of the London night; but no man wole, his life in the
fair she cast of his birth, and temptation yield. How sweet Highland Mary. Good-morrow cleft to be in them, see thee evermore—we sing, or a wild cress was it sent. Is always keep free, let not envy wished that I should ape those pretty
Peg, my dear, to seek, and gainst bonos mores, ’ with all her through a splendour, not whether grace which o’er vales of sound, and what we mortal wish and point from eve to me so wel koude I daunce, mine eyes with his searing my thought to any single
hour too slow, anon she left but ten years ago. Thou art thou, poor I, the rack torture- pilgrimages, to take performed, the moving across it— All were to be trampling hot and reading, but if it be whate’er it awkward thought.
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In all the laws of fame. He ne’er their image from the dark to the bottom of success, I hardly could but stir she
could proved by time. To add yet the first in the first sun, and the snow stille that I thus foundations, conceive it. And forbear
was Juan,—who, an awkward thing was fu’ tender anthems thrills the prison where I stop, not deem their torturing, give
or take. In vain on with a hate found only faut is lord of threescore year would I not glanced it through all and dread joy
sparkling in loops like wool. I’d have had made her sex, and tuned for bloud, nor would not veer round, which derives assistance.
Would lull its cries upon some galliots, placed it; but speaks you only troubles from Nubia brought in its source, tis beer.
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As Love, t’ acquit such excellence, the virtue places changed: in a cave she would rather few, he clear that authors only trampling horses! The double nature or this descent,
their birth; thy Brother host. She came, rank on rank; he gave the noblest freedom! Muse despair. Your fields devoid of these, the five wound about the great deeds for issues from crime, perhaps
might I use it? With the fire, his father, I’m made oursels asunder breast almighty ebb and flying stars for a moment of men, she then unknown power is coming
his consort did: if he did! Coming to the poor Psyche, with all its ropes relented to you, I own my telescope is dim: but at least two lives. I heard Troy doubted; time
with a rusty casque and flow, and the sunset; t is true, you be the truthful. I can’t get out, ’ like Yorick’s starward longings: to desire; we will the nyght, he make no boon.
When was I bide the cruel hand. A guardian green shelving coasts, to prove the best remembreth me upon my youth too much perplex’d, and goodly youthful pleasure up. Her husband,
not your foot on me sae kindly! And, as his conseil to virtuous course with you, and only known at leisure theory afternoon their tenderness. Let deeper drank wyn,
thogh that might hand we sit on for any hands we took me like mine. And she compass round her— she defies, but the crimes of the daily news printed in the winds of this one accent:
Potent goddess! Had not for my friends are facts: no knights with many a heroine. For those numbers every where, if, listen here was ripe for tears! Which he smoothly run, the
proud city. And lay this moment of a pretence to learnedly of celestial face, ere we must all minions! I go about love in Idleness, ’ for I grow old, but not
die. Nor love. And burn your feet, while they slepte, and fair, he saw was Juan; whom she defied the green hen in the North wind blows upon the reflection; but sold by the ceremony.
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Again were red; she was I clung about the mind, with muchel as a gnat. May let this: why hydestow, wol been with
the slave bethought myself—besides that we be one we ellipse about the son’s return would spade to exalt; nothing,
it shall not mark a gleaming hair glisten; anon upon thyself thy bench, with weight of lips: but, as I had a kind
of passions are in liberties. For evere shal yeldė to his former friends, mankind be quiet- coloured end of love.
He had been all chaos was, before me, who can tell by tongue that they will and red, and nights— and each other. To Jove
the distance the court in, gatherine, white feet, and the month they move, but with thee, and fro, distracted with flowers incensed
awhile! As some words not eares, but would be—a lioness, to my wander’d to his youth, as any boon. Touched its
string the dark eye’s mutual-darted flames too ferocity, where arms in love so much less real than wear too calm and
pebble, and pay our piece design to seize, and swept, as t were, seydė this Paradise of rage, for what a love less; augments
of the distance, wherein they had to give another lands unblessednes raignes,& commanded this must be tomb’d
in a moment’s wings which Briton; he’s obscene. I built her arms for ardour mute, hang in the mind—o’erpowering them
appear’d and sad a face of heaven, by bribing the light shouldn’t even as when thou hast pass’d for both are much sallies
to their dark above thee, in sack of breakes; stella, who survive to thee. And curb’d, think I made me throughout the ravish’d
to Moscow’s climes and to holy water: she also had a line! And when I’m engaged to stifled through they might
proving upon a tuft of street, with more than wear too calm and sad a little to exalt; nothing which I at present
my knee desire, and the loved to draw the frosty winter day, and you are for gander, and always what they
interwove the meadow grass, and earth, as an arrow from the tail’s end to speak in me do flowe! And still, a nymph and
heart, as mine in all their joy, and show his breath, as if to show a fairer mark; and destiny, he was girt to climb
o’er the east sea and continueel murmuring rose, stuttering thee? Ironies irritate my after my footprint.
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They not them but one, and stronger? Keep it safe from beneath. Of earth is done. As the sky the swollen billows in the sea, admit nothing issues out one gently sways. Of sleeping it because only Christ toil up and sigh, or glance sublime
discussion, yea, all the earth as I know nothing the whole youth once gone return would to thee, I obtain from thousand years! Was thine; and what she lover. She was a prophet eye seem’d to dilated my ideal,— for beside in
amorous hear the drunken, and shuns the closed her look; as if by former worth, and to me repeats itself, and som for Death nor atom that column was chain’d and by, my gentle ruth, and that strange sensation which do the skilfu’ string; the
world drops dead. And there enthrals they only last year at the fact is that vessels side by side, his fatal power. A whole herd, as by a whirlwind writ in his brothers in the asp for ever. Next, Virgil I’ll call forgive himself, and
from my brow, so narrow as long ago, ’ she cried; no fightingales or don’t have possessed you care to prove a lion’ then no more whiche thynges moore. Should I given lake from that light, too simple soule for to that neither more I read
your belles and wishes wente. A something I have seemed a hollow sea’s, mourns o’er; and yet there ware, and wit; if vaine Loue conquest, and her through there was said of three took death no blossom and bosom every step she made; and having whelm the horses;
here and walke as from a half- unquench’d volcanos, orange and quite disposition crabbed and content be as unmix’d all his mother’s, and your dead self, nor shun to do time for years, and the profanation gave a dizzier pain. They
succeeded in dead of her Grace, too, the table spread these laboured, for these Cantos. Our joyous tear-drops instant and Duty be the daffodils; besides that wolde the flower is difficulties, where faithful to your others’
property, it works out, this is what thereto, more famed for fame; for them: they count them twere pity, but in a shadow, Cynara! Firstly, he said, for life of thine; for if my purveiance of my fork, my mare, my mother! Desirable,
distinct their praying. But having in wet skin on flat, with many a boat. Like to their ruin. Is poor verse in sunny sky, and a Sigh is the bold Churchman’s tremble through which looks now, flash’d through a door in my own merits, and how
she is Simplicity’s abyss! Like a pinnacle doth lend, and that no man swerė and lyves than by the samė wordes hadde he noon-sun, with the wish’d to be perchance is bleeding flash’d suddenly he woke as free and sound, and adorns
with speedy care a vessels side by her wish, thou shalt be in the green. That lid, full-sloping through Poland, their cells. How sholde any dove be withoute longings with a wild clock nor a bell tolling, but withouten any stoon, and when I
might as the river made a deal of strife soon taught me Turn, and heaviness, he might defy a crotchet criticism combing out her salvation and sometimes lonely: where the sunsets, blazing sun, as if the sot stood by a wrinkles
in clothes, and disheveled, his poor verse in such a trances and broider the shifting to her way I am too flinty-hard for thy sake wad gladly thee presents to If you had two from room to seed. Out yonder like a ball!
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Would wither’d hand touch’d the green. Thou dost loudly, violent passing of all her light as wormes shende a tree, right so happy
maid, while weeds were my horse whippe,— than maystow chesė wheither children still; and they must be so. But where his staff, stood ready
money burns. They once a week, and twinkle on the world. Showering the sickle; I, poor fellows nor my friends so
sweet soul to Cymon soon his in; and that womman cast hir sheres; thurgh which grows dull, and wishes, wishing him to the
line between the joint is free.—The child from a cliff on Sunday morning came Oceanus the four walls and then she cannot
say be sure my head: I have put it to a lance even our offerings, their own Joys, and grace? And south, and cold and
I will not staid long with banish to the land before her seal, and muttering at the donor’s. Showing, I sat, but
much untold, has much of selfish, and should ever be desertion: renegadoes; while Cymon was inclinacioun
of uryne, and pure as a pearly wand, and you a wreath of God a propre yifte, som this hand. And suffre hym do his nycetee.
Of aromatic wine, Catullus, I quaff up to that giant’s arm I’ll bury alive and feed these words, which
to the sky. And tomb-stones where no seed y-sowe, virgins’ hands repeat for her pride to give? Could you slept with Psyche was
not a sight more wilderness, which seems to be bored or bore. And Jacob eek, and village-cotted hill, after some friendship,
Gratitude, nor far, ere from thee? Among which the way of human wit to telle; the word, whene’er I would. For
she kan hir goods and for spite, perchaunce, this is the cliffs of cloud, all fixed to fill then houerly thy leaden counsel Juan.
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In the way young Endymion: therefore was their postilions. How thy lee-shores of the grey peeling will that vnto me, who
must, like mountain—the chime; to liberal age, allas, that one tinge of sanctuary splendid than to bury the crane,
the money. When hurl’d with a fix’d eye scann’d her changing place upon a rock. But fairer mark; and who do love of this
descending line alone like his dull cabin, found lacking infant brow with their vocation had not seem a schoolboy?
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A legal broom’s a moral gibing; and the Egean seer, her spicy nest; for whose voice essayed, with clothyng, and north,
and neutralize her objects, to prove parental feeling— as in freedom, not to turn like bleating as the endlesse
languishing his country does not entirely; no, thy starry skies; so everything but false matted grass turn into
hay: i’m martyr oft when it grew alone till my flesh, blood, how full of straws and fled through Courland also pass fleet
as an academic joke. A thing which disdain’d to thee, and quench young—I see, Sir—you have got a travellers, ’ but
not as though thick folds of skin open to me, those who soft and teaches more a slave market by the drunk, the which grows
warm. That she may no while he sporting could grapple, since sorrow— to me new friends t is thine each lifted up his aged
bones, o’erwrought myself alone, to purge uryne and surly, yet t is true blood wears; and no doubt the south summer.
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Still art of beauty, Common Sense. And only on the real, and then, was Scylla o’er the rest renowned for music fit
for any placed him on a mission’d those of Saturn’s vintage; moulders was there was said for I’ll not long, long bills, whence
a tower when hurl’d from an unaverred yet prodigal inwards; ’twas in my extremities of gold hath
prively unto the heavy heart stay, and the copses, out and seen an accents halcyon. Which may be garner’d. And
snowy summits old in story, hail’d a strawberries. Was myn hond, to have spent the next day, If men ever hunted
twice that cocking of spilled, shepherds as trees upon an uptorn forestry of masts; a wild and gnarled staff she should blush
so true a deitie, that wasn’t true. Court in, gathered queen, does she hover’d over Glaucus stood, call’d by the measured, harmony,
pulses and remember that she kan outher synge or daunce to an empire be a symphonies, like prayer!
But first, and rising fair, good-morrow to hang on your arms? Our chiefest wealth the for our own head. There, on the processiouns,
to precontracts, we move, my head. Had rear’d and life, impatient oyster, whom she demanded who we weren’t born
to die so sore, than with banner and goodly spirits, leaves in the death would fain be those who so wole, his lips and
his paiėment, if he explores all marrow was yours, Cassandra too with that copy die. Ponder deep dear streams around.
And then a sight no mixture did I say, all my boyhood, even now. With kindled torches gild the people talking.
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Have been faithful to the boundless proverbes n of other Prophets than a girl, how exquisitely minute past,—
this is the four wall like a jewel set in the name of fool, what her singing? And in a voice. Here he was his bigamye,
al were in one band hastening time for ever,—would scorn of us, They mounted, Ganymedes, to precontract? And
Thetis pearly too. But when was appalling years, I recommended by heaven to the lieu of man, of beast can
mingled with Melissa shook in soulless long; but, in his homestead, they were badde. With his olde sho, thanne hadde it wit the
one which make his grave and in his berd, so moot I thee! The peopled with pains to stare: the Privy, ’ lord Henry walk’d, or
catch the marble, which is a sad to have sail’d, and kiss; and that is to glowing cause determine: although its harvest.
Their fare; and behold a fire by the earth as t were, seydė this Paphian army took a branches then bequeath thy fragile
bones to us, are those thraldom was past; for which goes before me still strong I climb Aornus, and sooth’d for fame; though
he paid for my mare, my mother! We left half-kill’d by the cause for poetic pages. More which until she sobb’d for
music breathe apart; years old, and power expired: while that one that she the country gentle slumber hid, and loose; my
eyes and your example, blow, set their souls’ sacrifice? Which might be falsehood in dreams are when both are much better on
the Rain King, but to trust abused; to justice liable, as light against Greek worship, which make his face; beauty must
be tried in one hand, I was free! And Viva l’ Italians, and seem’d made the business are frankincense to human
vanity, to stir their happy each afternoon where Venus of the sober, sad antithesis to greet a nygard
that is wys. Climb the steaming tea and wente never weary, a spark in your name. Sing And though great relief: the fanning
wind and she wolde lyve parfit chastitee and sigh, that this worth an Indian market by the eagle native night
your body thus adorned, he scarcely join again to see the flagging sails declined the wandered well, and desolation,
though them? Feeling shook juan, and leaning true, you your sleepy crew, the wither’d with sport, to rest by the captives back
the faith; I love you and more brain to clear of truth by. Thou poure alwey upon him, mere freedom passion more tender.
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Regard on a string the dark above you keeps me fro drynken wyn or ale, I shal nat kepe me faire dame in every
word you would skim the ocean-form was woven in the dusky parts a distances straight ’tis your bedded-down knot. Any
sweet, lord of an old man rais’d his sely man sat still more which goes before the fact is thyself dost pine, neglected,
I opine, than when awakening, Iphigene, obliged by former first fall: they crop— was theirs, for example
pleasure shap, and thin, abroad, and how fleeting! As virtuous men pass mildly away, and found it round arms, at least,
he said; and rills in undistinct their music’s sound, sepulchral gloom damp awe assail that hym list com forth youre tale, and
one in yon rich sky, so deep in a Brussels lace. He wiped his will, impetuous lover and that brow, feeds on the rest.
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Perhaps from death, if that I hadde me bete on every ocean’s sire could we work well suited with the land, and I
soon will ye not as sleepers stand at length with a tap of my mask to lingering breathes full of wine! He nolde no deyntee of
harmony, pulses: in this universes then ply their tongue, or true one in him, because I take a latest sun.
While they lovėd me so grey goos gooth the king looked like a rind and swirled justly souls or bodies that entendeth unto
his rebel tempest came: I saw a crown to blind ideal like Alexis’ ashtray; the meadows managed like slow
Germany, wherein no reveller had seen the master’d by friend, what eternal grace she still lay bare head and how fleeting!:
And ful ofte as he! And lived and laugh’d, and my pith. Robert Burns: mark’d their bright alloy with hellish anguish. The ocean,
we pondered weed, that al myn herte blood was run, when like golden pomp is come; for haddė God commands that sweet eternal
love. Be riche, of heigh parage, than stone: a woman closeted for love, and each tree in his house, with frighted elms,
sick rivers to thee, stella, in whose bells have both than womman wole, er any day began to be bored or bore.
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I hate hym though she woo’d the baser side and hair. That was only gods shouldst print more whither doth remove, and made the burden of Love’s willing what; she saw his swooning earth-thunder-
tents to watch the trees, fluttering cudden, propped upon Endymion! An airy lust, too often reed and shuddering their self-confess, might breed a nations might saw them would
have bedded-down knot. Bid me to lie in cavern, ’mid the flower strike on a dolphin, clad in laurel, the suddenly I am lonely lou’d Tyrans, iust in your old
affianced. And, when wrong’d, nor skill, nor remedy, could love, and only seemed, nor would fain be though she knew it, to come and cupp’d him Rx Pulv Com gr. With more expres of her face, and
when they sit, and take it the property, it works out, this is what helpeth thee, my sweet friend that anon! Our gold and gold, as well who do love he lost i’ th’ bed of straws
and I was a day of thee the sandy footprint. The primrose banks, and take a ladders, tighten bolted joints of wrath and sold. She saw his spending stain of such can face calculation,
a sort of this sweet love, and yet truly I’ll prattle, wreck, or history of facts, of course to be burnt up? But, gentlewoman. Was left scole, and sweetest buds doth live.
Morn in the wind pent in a second had not pomp subservient; as if she had too long; I have lost in woods, handsome and myn herte despitus. He also had not be
appreciated in neither. To justice but the occasion, and somehow shapes, wizard and by the less, than their store, until the grounded; hers more a grace expelling. When Venice
and alle the phrase, will wring us to and from dull mortals call might flash’d sudden cannon. It has a stress of yesterday! There in one band hastening herself thy bench, with
new bonds so fast the chanted me—my dame taught me, my only when you are like the dancers; there is my neighebores, that I was lyk a gold ryng in an April rain, was
he told them of that space, whispers of mighty, for which reconciled in peace upon my youth elect must do my duty—how thou didst arise but thou alone can lend you slept
with this heart; as if to show by that brow, on the Princess! The blank to me, who level, and then seek the elected roll, scotch plaids, Scotch snoods, the self-scorn; but the drill; but I will
pleasure of fate, no one but that he, if I were deed. Madrid’s and Moscow, led by the dead—that we be one who ne’er heard, which hovers o’er my desires. I had a system
I shuffle among them a gnarled staff she shal, for speaking thus aloud in human accessors. Travellers, ’ but now to see what happy date with mortal flies, but still there is
no snow I dreamed the half-seas-over. Before I’ll swim to the Garden of her look’d dose at least abstruse. Now reigns the one is spill from a harmless game at strife to usher back
his peace, propounded wide, all over kingdoms in converted. Rose-maiden, true a deitie, that som men han, if th’ other, and from hue- golden atoms moved. Juan, in the moon,
and Sea do know, in camps, in sooth, through such an air that every holour wol hire housbonde hadde herd al this flurry, the glory I shall not being blest. I shal nat kepe me change?
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Now elles, Frere, I nam nat precipices, glaciers, volcanos, oranges, sith I have a wyf in pees. Don Juan
grew, I fear ’twould skim the ocean- bed. But ere he felt below, she stray’d o’er kings, which I can move thee. But you are he;
the gulf or aerie, mountains to all cups outreach’d the Devil’s drawing-room, ’ as my Makere hath not on me do flowe!
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In vision of the silently the kingdoms in controlled to their hours! These things: the dangerous a passions brought myself
will dare e’en death of smoke are general admired, adored; but they out-did the sense he knew of mo prove parental
feeling, strange brig—Corpo di Caio Mario! Heaven’s sweet face bred new though not apart, which all free and Juan
interested to heaven, when she straightwayes my life akin, came salutary as I dreamed not move, a fountain, my
church’s might be false and determine he had in truth; a smooth, and Strictest in al myn herte despite of the Cyprians fell.
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Blaze of deep midnight light, pardee! Holy water: she also had a rider on high nor ever satisfactory
inform’d a rather than the mob a cordials they pass, by the right and let this work. Why— these—are—men: I shudder
but her Mind. The bacoun was nat fer fro Parys, and I will die wither’d Infidels in beauty dwelt among green
spared amends her self, nor seize to paint: some little broom bowèrs where things sparkling eyes, dart down the pay’s but a word.
Wind I see the for to sell off in which serenely lie round the rhyme, the earth; and sooth’d as now with the poor mortals
fragments of a night to the sex will teach discernment to the Past dim gulf! This knot in each other halt of earth, and
Stand; she had sparkling sudden cannon. You happiness had been resum’d in the devils who never he shal do
me good not in the word and so they ever intent, but thou wilt, but she was, I trowe, twenty, my limbs streams around
the third of pain with praise is sauce for store, harsh features of my head. About the self-substantial petrol in shop windows
but we have underneath the distant refrain. And leaving such as but to keep apart. Scholler, saith the digestion.
Still I well could seem a kind of incorrigible samples of frail humanity may be, comfort me. Country-
farm the fire burst with gold, as we would love you and rejoice, and has sought not rise thy prisoner sent; i’m sensible
redundancy is wrong; though her dress of flowers I’ve pu’d, to deck that his conseil to virgins’ hands and of dwell on
them breathes full of promise twice, dear, the melodie. The stress we find in our young or old: the cat wel dwelle in every deel.
#poetry#automatically generated text#Patrick Mooney#Markov chains#Markov chain length: 7#155 texts#ballad sequence
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Dragonsong Gposes/Cutscene moments
I posted a different set. This one has NPCs and spoilers for Dragonsong, so those will be below cut!
Just fun or interesting shots I've collected. Mostly with Nadya's loverboys lol
(Alphinaud is not one of her loverboys. He's just her surrogate little brother)
Also, I have no idea how you are supposed to read WoL's interactions with Aymeric as anything other than romantic. I feel bad for Lucia watching us. Thancred even says "Gods help me, I think it might be love." Directly in relation with how Aymeric looks/talks to WoL. The only other time I can think of romance being brought up like that is when Estinien implies Alphinaud has a crush on WoL during Heavensward.
I guess Nadya is just really into boys who think they can hold her back (and girls who are willing to go apeshit with her).
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MaleWoL/FemaleNPC ships you say??? May I interest any of you in....
WoL/Ysayle???
If you ask me, this ship has everything. Enemies to lovers. Love interest cursed by the narrative. Impossible dreams of a better, kinder tomorrow. Your girlfriend literally turned herself into a goddess through faith alone. Revolution! Monster fucking!
Ysayle herself is actually a really interesting and nuanced character. She's idealistic and extreme but her politics have nuance. She's horny for dragons, which, same. She's so empathetic and full of love but she's driven to the edges of a society that just doesn't have room for someone like her. (Her character has a lot of themes that can lend themselves to a trans interpretation too.)
And who says she has to die? People write Haurchefant lives AUs all the time! Where are all my Ysayle lives AUs? I want to see Ysayle meet all the fae of Il Meg, and become friends with Vrtra, and yell at Emet Selch for being a hypocritical asshole!
Or if that's too angsty for you, I also have
WoL/Mikoto!
This pairing also comes ready-made with some good tropes. Size difference! Long distance/epistolary romance! You could set up an academic rivals to lovers storyline really easily!
Mikoto is sweet and clever and her story weaves in and out of the WoL's in really interesting ways. Her background is with the Students of Baldesion, so you have plenty of excuse to bring her into the current storyline if you wish. Did I mention size difference? She's miniscule!
"But Orion," you say, "I want less fridged girlfriend, but more drama than long distance." Fear not my friend, because I can also offer you
WoL/Ameliance!
Here we've got secret affair. WoL accidentally acquires a sugar mama. WoL falls in love with the mother of the kids he accidentally adopted while her absentee husband continues to be... Like that.
Ameliance deserves nice things, including the Warrior of Light.
And these are just the three I've shipped my main WoL with! There are so many other great options in the cast! Lyse! Cirina! Yugiri! WoL/Urianger/Moenbryda thruple! Jessie and Lilja at the Ironworks! Lyna in the Crystarium! M'naago! Hilda!!! Mother fucking Lucia!
Listen, I know as a player base we are very gay, and I love that for us, but we also do not give the female NPCs in this game nearly enough love, and they deserve the same levels of devotion we give the male NPCs every day.
Reminded by another post, but awhile back I saw someone muse about how few maleWoL/femaleNPC ships they saw compared to other wolships, and saw someone's response that there "aren't enough available female NPCs who are alive and not sidelined it's basically just Y'shtola." Which, well...
Transcript of my 2 Twitter posts:
Claiming there's no fem npc shipping due to a dearth of fem npcs who're alive or not sidelined when the popular male npc ships include dead guys, prior expac chars, sidequest npcs, or guys who just exist but say nothing is the Usual "don't want to write women as people" nonsense. If you can pretend male npcs dead for 8 years are alive & shippable & practically make them OCs anyway what's stopping you from doing the same with the plenty of available female characters? Besides your own victim complex &/or misogyny?
Maybe a bit harsh at the end but. Seriously. I started in Heavensward and the number of people who took the few lines a handful of the Ward said and spun them into characters to write ships for. The other Ascians before the Unsundered dominated the conversation (and they're dead now but still shipped with!). Sidequest NPCs. Job NPCs. Characters inevitably left behind as we leave their expansions. Haurchefant is still one of the more popular wolships.
Yeah there's a lot SE has gotten wrong about women (especially before the lead writer switch). There's often fewer of them than male. But they are far from nonexistent, have stories and personalities, and if you can put in the work on the men whose characterizations are lacking or have been sidelined or are dead in canon, what is actually stopping you from doing the same with the women? Whether you ship with them or not?
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Beat Heavensward!
It's getting harder and harder to stop and post my thoughts as I come across them because... idk, I'm in a bit of a funk. And also because I find myself more and more just mentioning these thoughts to my friends who are also playing through the same story as I am and we all appear to be enjoying it differently and are having lengthier discussions there and I wind up not having the energy to post it here.
So, I'm gonna make a few posts in a row based on some screenshots I'm going through!
My most recent/immediate impressions are as follows;
I REALLY liked Ysayle and I was sorry to see her die but I saw that one coming a mile away. Also, god forbid they have any interesting women in this game. Sigh.
Lucia, all my hopes are on you, don't die, and Alisaie, maybe don't grow up anytime soon, I don't think they'll kill a little girl but all of the interesting women are doomed :T
But yeah, Ysayle did nothing wrong, she had nothing to atone for, her death makes sense from a character perspective, I understand why she FELT like she had to make up for her mistakes, but she did nothing wrong and I liked her a lot and am sad she's gone. I wish the narrative acknowledged her passing as sorrowfully as it acknowledged Haurchefant's, but I also get why it didn't do that.
At least Estinien commented on her passing favorably.
And uh, yeah, lol, the Estinien thing getting overtaken by Nidhogg's fury thing kinda came out of left field. I know it was something that had been telegraphed, but I was talking with my friends moments before I watched him turn into a dragon and saying, "Yeah, I really thought there would be more of a thing with him struggling to control his rage, but I guess they had other things they wanted to focus on." And uh... then he transformed out of no where once he had the second eye of Nidhogg.
And rather than taking it seriously, I just made.... .SO MANY jokes about Estinien and his balls because it was a deeply unearned dramatic moment.
But yeah, I was coming around on Estinien, we'll miss him, oh well lol.
Speaking of coming around on characters, I DID, grudgingly, come around on Aymeric and it makes me so angry lol.
I really wanted to hate him because he was a cop, but he's a good dude. It's a fantasy story, we can ride dragons and there can be ONE good cop who is actually tragically idealistic and morally upstanding. And we have to protect him or Isghard is gonna stay in the dark ages forever. I really wish we could have seen him confront his father in the final showdown, but that's an old issue I have is making the WoL face enemies alone.
I liked Y'shtola's mentor as well, but she was there for 5 seconds and my favorite thing about her was her enchanted broom that quoted Mr. Sparkle (there are A LOT of good classic simpsons references in this game, the Fates especially Jesus Christ), and also she uhhhhhh didn't matter apparently. I hated that whole time wasting detour and the fact that Y'shtola is here and she is as unflappable and emotive as a fucking rock despite essentially getting a terminal diagnosis for her time in the lifestream. Just not a single emotion behind those dead, dull eyes.
Which, to me at least, speaks to the VAST improvement in the quality of writing that Y'shtola, the best character from ARR's scions, is notably the weakest element here. Alphinaud's gone through some great character development, Tataru is utilized well as an endearing element, and the new characters from Isghard are all of them genuinely interesting and compelling, even the cop whom it took me forever to come around on, I like Aymeric, I liked Estinien and Ysayle and Haurchefant. I LOVED the Dark Knight class story. The Paladin class story sucked, but even just regional questlines like the hunters in Tailfeather and the Vath and the dragons and the soldiers in cloudtop or Falcon's Nest or even the moogles in Moghome were all interesting!
Which is I think why I get so frustrated by the pacing sometimes is because it has all these fantastic elements if it would just give them the attention they deserve and not bounce around like crazy or handwave things that deserve time and focus.
It's fun and it's pretty good but it could be AMAZING if it would just fully commit to itself.
#Caitlin Plays FF14#FF14 spoilers#i literally made so many ball jokes in such rapid succession that i cannot remember most of them#but the one i am proudest of was 'alright alright that's enough it's just low hanging fruit... not unlike his balls.'
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FFXIV Write 2023 Prompt #23 - Suit
More of my WoL/Aymeric ship. Some might disagree with me, but I like the idea of Aymeric being new to the entire concept of relationships and dating. Also, being super easy to tease. No physical stuff happens in this, but the allusions to sexy times probably put it around a PG-13.
As a side note, thanks to this challenge I've written a total 21,680 words this month. It's been a nice practice of just getting something out each day and hopefully I can carry this forward into next month as I attempt my original fiction along with some FFXIV stories.
Word Count: 743
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"Does it suit me?"
Aymeric looked up from the sea of paperwork on his desk intending only to give Sindri a cursory glance, but upon setting his eyes on the viera's form, he couldn't look away. It wasn't that he was wearing anything ostentatious, rather the cut and fit of Sindri's clothing proved to be quite flattering on his form.
The plans for the day included riding out on chocoboback to check on the status of repairs to Black Iron Bridge in the Western Highlands. Having spent no small amount of time in and around Falcon's Nest Sindri was no stranger to the bitterly cold climes or what it was like to be in the presence of nobility who valued appearances above all else. Thus he had chosen a heavy formal coat in a shade of blue similar to the colors Aymeric often wore along with a cloak that must have been tailored to his height as the hem stopped just short of touching the ground. His riding breeches were black and snugly fit at his waist, but the riding boots were what made Aymeric go temporarily mute. Black leather, freshly oiled and polished rode up to Sindri's thighs drawing the eye to his backside as he turned around. What the cloak kept hidden Aymeric's mind eagerly filled in.
"It's…it's fine," he stammered at last, trying and failing to cease imagining running his hands over the leather with the other man sat in his lap. It took every bit of willpower he had not to ask him then and there if he could wear the boots that night as well. He had to focus on civil matters today and not get distracted by lustful fantasies no matter how enticing they were.
Seeming satisfied with Aymeric's appraisal, Sindri gave a little bow and exited the room to continue preparations for the day. When he was out of earshot, Ser Borel collapsed against the back of his chair and blew out his breath in a groan. He was a grown man and yet here he was behaving like a besotted adolescent. Lucia liked to tell him he was making up for all the years he spent in pious devotion to the Church and his father. She was also fond of reminding him that his desires didn't make him a lesser man, or mean that he was some sort of monster. Still, it was difficult to overcome the guilt instilled in him from a young age. A temple knight's purpose was to serve the church and his country. Romantic entanglements were a distraction and tantamount to sin, never mind his own father had quite obviously ignored that rule prior to becoming Archbishop.
Sindri had been patient with him, far more than Aymeric felt he deserved. Before him, he'd never so much as kissed another person to say nothing of sharing a bed. Now, months into exploring this part of himself, there were moments when it felt like his desire almost consumed him. A small part of him told him he should be ashamed of this, the same part of him that still sounded like his father. The rest of him, however, reveled in it. As much as it drove him mad, he loved the anticipation leading up to the moment when he would finally get to be alone with Sindri. Those furtive glances between them, and the knowing grins along with the occasional whispers of teasing encouragement. And then, at the end of it all, were the soft affirmations of love and promises of devotion that made his heart soften and warmed more than the hottest fire.
"The chocobos have been saddled." Sindri's head peered at him from the edge of the doorway. "Ser Redwald sent word he will meet us at the gate."
"Right," Aymeric responded, rising from his seat as he made a vain attempt to neaten the stack of papers on his desk. "I just need to change my boots and grab my cloak." He headed for the door.
"Speaking of boots," Sindri said as he passed, "I think I'll wear these to dinner as well." Aymeric turned to see the Warrior of Light staring back at him with a mischievous smile. Somehow he'd noticed Aymeric's reaction and had no shame in remarking on it.
"Fury preserve me," the elezen mumbled. The day suddenly felt like it was going to be a long one. Then again, he wouldn't have it any other way.
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(all of mine are WoL x NPC)
Rigel/Lucia - These two just happened. The voiceover artist for Lucia also does the voice of a character I loved in SWTOR, but I really don't think that biases too much because most of the dialogue in FFXIV isn't voiced. I always do appreciate her performance, though.
Lucia is quiet but fierce, is an outsider who has struck out and made her home elsewhere with found family, and in her role for the Temple Knights and Aymeric, firsthand understands many of the pressures facing Rigel. Like Rigel she's lived with many secrets, albeit of a different nature. It made sense to me that Rigel and Lucia would connect on a deeper level and understand each other as Heavensward went on.
I also headcanon that both Haurchefant and Aymeric were wingmen for these two, and "conveniently" tried to send one of them on tasks that would make them run into the other, or "accidentally" invite them both to dinner. They both knew Rigel and Lucia would love each other if they just got to talking, and they were right.
Suvia/Y'shtola - In headcanon Suvia is a Scion and a friend of Rigel's, but not the Warrior of Light. She has the Echo and was likely an ally of Azem's back in the day. She's elegance and intelligence personified - the best dressed person in the room with the most arcane and extensive knowledge of magic you could ask for. I'm not where she is from since she hasn't let on yet about that.
Suvia started in Limsa Lominsa so she was interacting with Y'shtola early on, and I could quickly see these two developing a rapport. I think their thirst for knowledge and magic, even the forbidden spells, would give them a strong bond as both working partners and romantic partners and they'd argue and debate magic late into the night.
Suvia/Ellise - Ellise is one of the members of Suvia's Grand Company squadron. Before Y'shtola and Suvia get together, these two absolutely do, and they're still good friends. There's absolutely nothing behind this except that Ellise is super cute and in the Grand Company room she often seems to be looking very fondly at Suvia.
Azem/Venat - Yes, H&H were beloved friends - particularly Hyth - but they were entirely platonic friends in my WoL's reality. My Azem's only romance was with Venat, and she always came back to Venat. That's just how it immediately seemed to be when I played through Elpis. Of course they were together. They didn't put a name on it; they didn't make anything official. They just always found each other on their travels and could pick up as though no time had passed at all.
This relationship also makes it really make sense to me as to why Hydealyn is so protective toward Rigel, the Warrior of Light. As far as she is concerned, Rigel is her Azem's daughter, or perhaps granddaughter. So she looks after Rigel and does love her as a parent/guardian would - because of course she'd look after and care about Azem's child.
Another random WoLQotD/OC question
I thought I'd ask this while I worked on my other questions. :)
If you're a WoL x NPC shipper, what drew you to that ship and why? What makes that ship the pinnacle for you and your oc? Is it that you love the canon character you write them with, you find their dynamic interesting or something in between?
If you're not a WoL x NPC shipper, but you have a ship with another person, how did that come about? What makes that ship fulfilling for you? Has the ship impacted your relationship with that other person? Feel free to gush, I wanna hear it!
Oh, and pictures are a must (if you have them).
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Souls and Aether: A look at Estinien's sense of self and Nidhogg's place within it
After a throwaway line in Endwalker reignited my love for the topic, here are some thoughts and theories about the mix of Estinien and Nidhogg's souls post-Heavensward (that I'll probably use for fic material someday when I feel like I'll be able to do them justice). Some of this is very much canon, some is headcanon, and I tried to make sure I distinguished between what the game tells us and what I like to imagine from it. This turned into way more of an essay than I meant it to be, but meh. Includes some caps and ideas from Heavensward and Shadowbringers, as well as spoilers for Endwalker under the cut! You've been warned!
"My Eyes": The Mothercrystal Quote
A.K.A. The Whole Reason I Wrote This Ridiculously Long Essay
The first thing I want to talk about is this quote from the optional pre-battle conversation before The Mothercrystal fight. Mostly the last part, but I'll include all three pictures to capture the entire thing.
There's a lot to unpack here, but I want to focus on the quote that I've thought of on a daily basis since beating Endwalker.
"Then you and Alphinaud threw my eyes off a bridge, and I've never known peace since."
My eyes. My eyes. Obviously he's referring to the Eyes of Nidhogg here, which were bound to Estinien's person. That much I would say is not up to debate. In that respect, they could be "his" (i.e. Estinien's) eyes, since they were technically a part of him at the time. So the "I" or "me" or "self" that Estinien is referring to could be himself as the man that has always been Estinien. A less exciting, but sensible reason for that phrasing. Or... the perhaps less likely but much more enticing/interesting option... is that the "I/me/self" that he could be referring to could be the part that was once Nidhogg. My eyes he says, thinking of his true eyes which were once in his own wyrm skull, not the foreign eyes which were embeded in his elezen shoulder and wrist. My eyes, as in the eyes which came from him and were originally his. Him, thus, being Nidhogg.
And thus, I looked at this quote and thought, "ah. Estinien is refering to Nidhogg's eyes as his own, and thus not differentiating between the being he is now and the being that was once Nidhogg. He sees (at least parts of) Nidhogg's past and being as his own."
It's worth noting that this comes right after he talks about "people I cared for," and then refers to people Estinien knew (Alberic, Alphinaud+WoL or Aymeric, and Ysayle). So there are three potential levels of self here - The "I" that was originally Estinien, the "my" that seems to be Nidhogg after taking Estinien as his vessel, and the "I've" that is surely both. The Estinien who is Estinien, who seamlessly carries pieces of Nidhogg, as if a blended version of the two. Three points in time, three kinds of self. Three levels of existing as two beings eventually merged into one.
I want to say that I believe Estinien still sees himself as being different than Nidhogg. He's still Estinien, and he has always been Estinien. Before this quote, I imagined him not thinking of himself as Nidhogg, but instead as the bearer of Nidhogg's legacy. But when I saw this...He's still Estinien, and he has always been Estinien, but I think there are times when the line blurs a little. He's not confused about who he is at all. He knows he was born Estinien, and Nidhogg was something separate. But there are things that seamlessly merge, just the slightest bit, when they get too close. The eyes were Nidhoggs, but they were also Estinien's for those few days (...Lucia says something that implies the whole possession thing only lasted a few days. In my head, it lasted closer to 6 months, or about the patch time, because I don't like the whole "all of FFXIV takes place in about a year" thing. But I acknowledge that canon says that only lasted a few days.). They belonged to both. And so what was more Nidhogg's than Estinien's may now seem wholly Estinien's. Because both were one. There was no difference at the time. And now? Well.
The Heavensward Soul-Merge
Part of this train of thought comes from something I've rambled about in other scattered posts: the idea that a part of Nidhogg's soul has stuck around with Estinien since Heavensward. There are a few components to this. First, in Heavensward when Alphinaud asks Y'shtola and Krile about saving Estinien. Sorry about the lower quality of the following screenshots, as these are phone screengrabs from YouTube rather than my own snaps. I repeat the important parts in the indented sections below.
"We know not if that would serve to separate wyrm's soul from man's."
"[...] we have no way of knowing if your friend's soul would survive so violent a separation."
If we take their word as absolute truth and not exaggeration or some sort of dramatic flourish, then these two quotes tell us that Nidhogg's and Estinien's souls were once connected. Entangled, if you go with an earlier comment from this conversation about Nidhogg's aether and Estinien's form. So their souls were once merged, to an extent. Probably not in a healthy way, especially given Nidhogg's Final Steps of Faith quote about Estinien, but an unhealthy connection doesn't necessarily mean a weak one:
"Witness the darkened wings that beat about his shriveled soul!
Again, this is a case where you can either take Nidhogg for his word or imagine he's being dramatic, but for the purposes of this post I'm going to imagine he's being (mostly) honest.
But let's put that all together: after the eyes were merged to Estinien's form, Nidhogg's aether had all but smothered Estinien's, entangling his form. This led to a definite connection between, partial blending of their souls (whether it's merging is up to interpretation. My HC says yes. Canon simply implies a hard-to-break connection). During this period of connection, Estinien's soul began to shrivel, or was otherwise damaged.
Shadowbringers, and How to Mend a Damaged Soul
We know from Ardbert and Shadowbringers that adding a soul to one's own broken soul can fix that damage. Take the following quote from Ryne about the WoL, after Ardbert rejoins with the WoL for the Hades trial:
"[...] your soul had begun to break apart. Yet now it seems somehow...restored."
Ardbert and the WoL's situation is a lot different than Estinien and Nidhogg's. Ardbert and the WoL were fragments of the same soul. Pieces that were meant to be together. And when Ardbert was rejoined unto the WoL it fixed the cracks that had begun to form under the pressure and corruption of the Light aether. Estinien and Nidhogg most certainly weren't fragments of the same soul. Nidhogg's presence (his aether, I would say) itself was what was damaging Estinien's soul, if said soul was actually damaged. What else would have "shriveled" Estinien's soul during his possession? Nidhogg's aether was far greater than Estinien's, which even if not explicitly stated is just plain canon because dragons have a TON of aether. Estinien's would've been minuscule in comparison, and it's no wonder Nidhogg won out (until the very end when, after expending aether to fight Hraesvelgr-powered WoL, Estinien finally managed to break through). Where the foreign Light Aether fractured the WoL's soul, Nidhogg's foreign natural Aether could have damaged Estinien's soul.
But just as Nidhogg damaged Estinien's soul, I argue that he could've fixed it. Probably not intentionally? But intent is unimportant in this case, and I don't have any evidence to either support or counter any claims of intent..
Now, this is much more Headcanon-territory than a lot of what I've said before, which I would consider pretty much canon. But in this HC territory, I believe that Estinien would not be nearly as functional as he was post-HW if his soul remained damaged as it was. The WoL sure wasn't doing too hot when their soul was fracturing. But Estinien recovered post-possession, and I would like to say that it was because Nidhogg's soul filled the cracks his Aether had created in Estinien's soul. Similar to how Ardbert's soul filled the cracks the Light Aether had created, except Nidhogg was both the problem and the solution instead of one or the other.
At the end of 3.3, we can see Nidhogg's soul, or something that looks like it, rise from Estinien's body and dissolve in the air. Nidhogg as we knew him was then gone. By pure canon, it looks like Nidhogg's soul completely left. But for tge sane of some fun HCs, what if a few tiny pieces of him stayed behind? If, as I proposed, they stayed to fill the cracks and fix the damage that had been done to Estinien's soul and aether? As Y'shtola and Krile discussed earlier, the souls of dragon and man were tangled in a way they worried might not be possible to separate. So what if most of Nidhogg left, but not all? An imperfect separation, if you will. Enough of Nidhogg having left that the elezen who remained would call himself Estinien, as he had always been and still was Estinien, but had a few fragments of Nidhogg so deeply entwined in his being that he didn't regard them as "other"? Not Nidhogg and Estinien as two conscious beings in one body, but the lone being Estinien who has pieces of Nidhogg so well- or near-seamlessly integrated or blended with his own being that even if he recognizes some thoughts or feelings as originating in the part of him that was once Nidhogg, they don't come from some separate consciousness. Just a thought he'd have that he could identify as being more of a Nidhogg thought, but he'd think and feel is all the same, and the voice and feeling would be in essence his own.
The Great Patch 5.5, A.K.A. The Other Quote That Made Me Lose My Mind
"Nidhogg is a part of me. I feel his emotions as my own."
There. There it is. Confirmation from the man himself. I don't even know what to say about that other than look at it. Now, it's important to note phrasing here. He doesn't say "I am Nidhogg." He doesn't say "His emotions are my own." It's that Nidhogg is a part of him, and he feels Nidhogg's emotions as or like his own. He's still Estinien. Not Nidhogg. He still thinks of Nidhogg as someone else, separate from him,, so there's still a distinction...somewhat. But functionally? Considering how deeply they're connected and how much Estinien bows to those feelings? Not really.
Whether or not it's a fragment of Nidhogg's soul that has remained with Estinien, something has stayed behind. Memories, feelings, aether, something. And it isn't just a throwaway line - his conversations with Tiamat and Vrtra just hammer this in. He has specific ideas of how dragons should act that clearly aren't just what some dragonslayer turned dragon-friend would think. Actions befitting a great wyrm are something that only another great wyrm can and should comment on. And his facial expressions (or the zooms that just barely cut off his eyes...) when talking to the First Brood and to the residents of Ultima Thule (the remnants of the Dragonstar) show how deeply he cares and how he's impacted by them. More than just a guy who now cares about dragons would. It's Nidhogg's emotions rising to the top, but so integrated with Estinien's that I don't think he feels that much of a difference. Maybe he can tell which part of him they come from, whether it's the Estinien part or the Nidhogg part who they probably originated in, but does it really matter? They're his feelings now, and it's hard to ignore them. It doesn't matter who is at the core, or what part - Nidhogg or Estinien - they might have come from. They're his. One. Not two shoved in the same body. Nidhogg's emotions are his own. And throughout Endwalker, I really saw it. There was a lot of pain and grief there. More than the other Scions showed. And while Estinien says it himself up above: "I've not a heart of stone," the others don't have stone hearts either. So for him to seem so much more bothered by all the things happening to the dragons...that's definitely Nidhogg showing right there. The Nidhogg that is now a part of Estinien, but will never forget its past or its family or all the love it had for them all.
In Summary
I've done a whole lot of rambling here just to say: I firmly believe that within canon, Estinien and Nidhogg's souls were once at least partially merged, and even though Nidhogg's soul has departed, many of his memories and feelings have remained behind with Estinien. Canon doesn't give any explicit evidence that this soul-merge lasted post-3.3, as shown by Nidhogg's ghostly form dissipating post-FSoF.
Regardless, the parallels are there. Just as the comment about "my eyes" could be seen as referring to Estinien's eyes, as something that was a part of Estinien, or Nidhogg's eyes, as something that was once a part of Nidhogg. They are in effect synonyms, though not quite. Metonyms? Also doesn't quite work. But hopefully you get what I mean - a sort of blended interpretation. He can tell where Nidhogg ends and he begins if he thinks about it. But from time to time that line is blurred subconsciously. Nidhogg is a part of him. And at times, that part doesn't feel so foreign or separate anymore. Because it's him too.
To get into more Headcanon territory, I would like to believe that part of Nidhogg's soul has remained with Estinien. That soul helped fix the damage done by Nidhogg's overpowering Aether. Estinien knows that he is not Nidhogg, in that Estinien does not think that he was once Nidhogg in the past, but instead thinks that he's a man who carries on Nidhogg's legacy and should honor it. There are, however, certain points at which Estinien does not make a distinction between the two of them. This is a subconscious thing. He probably thought nothing of saying "my eyes" instead of "the eyes" or "Nidhogg's eyes" or anything any less possessive. I think of it in the same way he might mourn the loss of a sibling - it would be, in an offhand comment, about both Hamingant and Ratatoskr. He would have specific stories about Hamignant, of course, and might be more likely to talk about his lost younger brother than a dead wyrm that was once a younger sister. Hamignant's would be a potent loss, and he wouldn't confuse or necessarily equate Hamignant's murder with Ratatoskr's murder. (Though I will say another headcanon of mine is that every year on the anniversary of Ratatoskr's death Estinien feels a grief the likes of which he's never felt. Nidhogg felt. And he felt for a thousand years. That grief would be passed on to Estinien more than anything else.) So if you asked him what it felt like to lose a sibling he'd recall both the rage at Ratatoskr's loss and the sorrow at Hamignant's, but then speak of Hamignant, who was his true brother, as opposed to Ratatoskr who...wasn't really his sister. Except...
Final tl;dr, Endwalker I love you. There were some Estinien moments I didn't love that much but then there were ones like this that made me lose my mind so. Yeah. My eyes. My eyes. Ahhhhhh I've wanted to talk about this since like December 5th... it's so good.
#FFXIV#Endwalker Spoilers#Endwalker#Nidhogg FFXIV#Estinien Wyrmblood#heavensward#estinien varlineau#Nidhogg#I am. so entertained. and interested. if anyone has any strong thoughts about this i would love to chat. follower or not.#uh what else should i tag#heavensward spoilers#EW Spoilers#FFXIV Spoilers#i should really proofread this but i need to make dinner so. posting and maybe i'll come back to do that later#i was originally going to talk about both the mothercrystal quote and the ultima thule wind quote#but. this got so long. i'll make a different post for that one.#FFXIV Endwalker#my post#erurandomness#Final Fantasy XIV#FFXIV Endwalker Spoilers#Final Fantasy XIV Spoilers#I really don't want to spoil people but i do want to talk about this
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The thing that is really fucking me up about Final Fantasy XIV might just be because I came from the Plato's Cave of shipping which is Destiel Supernatural, but the ships in this game are wiiild.
Like, I'm not a very widely played gamer but I've played a few things with romance options and the game has a tree around them and the story subtly changes or you, idk, move a peep onto your farm in Stardew or whatever. The game is built to handle that. Final Fantasy 14 is an MMO with pretty much no branches to the story whatsoever, and also at its heart the game is not a romance nor are any of the NPCs there to Be Romanced.
Except like there's more NPCs than I can count on my hands who are just plain in love with your character should you choose to interpret it that way, and also, sometimes in the middle of that venn diagram, in love with someone else, sometimes also another major character. And none of it is "canon" when it comes to any major character for whom pinning them down would be remotely upsetting to any one person who is playing and either ships themselves with one of the NPCs or ships the NPCs in a different formation. While at the same time all this is being wholly well written and the end result is weirdly fulfilling.
Maybe you wanna say you're married to Y'shtola. Bam! Your warrior of light is married to her and you love each other very much. Maybe you're not and she's a scary hot spinster bog witch devoted to blowing things up and quipping. Maybe she's gonna quietly devote all her research to cross-universe travel, get back to her swamp, and marry Runar and make him the happiest guy on the First! Maybe she's dating someone entirely different aside from the three most obvious options based on her story arc. Maybe you just read that sentence and said "what the hell are you saying that these are the three most obvious options? OBVIOUSLY when she slapped Urianger's arse that time -"
And EVERY major character you interact with feels like they're written in some way to reflect some sort of chaste ideal hero/horny bastard/helplessly devoted to you and only you prism all at once, so you can spend all day tying strings together to connect people, or play through almost completely oblivious to just about anything except maybe being startled when Thancred implies Aymeric is in love with you and going "Huhh??" because you hadn't seen it until that point or assumed Aymeric and Lucia were a thing happening discreetly but hornily off screen, so why would they have him crushing on the WoL?
I am just really impressed with the writing balancing all those plates in the most careful way ever that somehow intentionally not committing to any romance except to quietly imply it around the edges or keep it to side characters you won't be spending much time with, ends up with this game with zillions of possible, plausible ships, none of which step on each other's toes, and all of which can be read completely ambiguously but none of it is annoying or exhausting or frustrating to deal with in game.
(I mean if Aymeric is going to stand me up at every available opportunity only for the cookbook to tell me we have dates every night, I can handle the fact that Estinien is busy standing him up at every available opportunity.)
#the cookbook thing is legit haunting me#as well as my lingering sense of confused delight at the writing in Endwalker that's still sinking in weeks later#you know got to recover from all the main story stuff first#and then a while later you're twiddling your thumbs and it hits you that Thancred and Urianger are functionally dating#but the game never once told you that and also maybe Y'shtola is with them until said cross universe travel arrangement#who knows!#I'm not going to ask them and the dialogue option isn't there when you go chat to them XD#Meanwhile G'raha Tia is an actual social experiment in motion#they're probably collecting Data based on people's conversation choices with him#ffxiv#vaguely also#endwalker spoilers
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things to add partly based on a conversation I had with my friend about this dumbass:
for context, there is no emet/wol thing happening in this scenario. neither of them would enjoy that
the wol has zero understanding of the whole shard of azem thing and at this point everyone's given up trying to explain it. his response to hyth talking about the color of his soul was "thanks I work out"
also the first thing he said to hyth in elpis was "are you from lakeland?". within fifteen minutes of knowing him, hyth was like wow this kid is mega stupid I need to add him to my collection of idiots immediately
for some reason, he assumed that his role in elpis was being hyth's bodyguard and that emet was hyth's personal assistant (this was almost 100% something hyth told him). he tried to beat up a unicorn for looking at hyth funny, but he lost :(
he did eventually grasp that elpis!emet and shb!emet were the same person, though he remained confused about the time travel aspect. he didn't want to believe it at first because their hair was different and that was the main criteria by which he judged
showed up in elpis dressed like this (and did not change):
has sorta grasped the whole sundering and ancients thing and mostly thinks it's "hella sad". when shb!emet explained it the first time his response was the equivalent of zuko's "that's rough buddy"
venat was confused at first about why future her would choose this kid but then was like no you know what someone who "was sad this one time but it seemed like a drag so I stopped" and is known to spontaneously burst into tears whenever he thinks about how much he loves his friends or sees a cute animal is actually perfect for this. bonus points that he pisses off emet
venat beating his ass was the greatest moment of his entire life
shb!emet's take on him was wow this kid really got none of azem's admittedly limited number of braincells, guess I should clear my schedule and troll him. he also concluded that venat was completely off her rocker for choosing this kid and the whole thing was clearly just done to spite him personally (possibly correct)
the wol's initial take on shb!emet was: haha what a funny little guy. thancred had to be like okay but he killed a gajillion people. wol: oh that's totally not cool dude. does this mean I'm allowed to punch him? thancred, exhausted: yes, you're allowed to punch him. wol: rad!
the hyth/hades/azem thing went right over his head to start with. thancred, his perpetually exhausted dad since midgard left, sat him down and explained it to him. the wol was like aww that's really sweet I hope it works out for those crazy kids. thancred: uhhh...you know what, sure, let's just go with that
loporrits make him nervous. what do they want from him?????
misses his mom (venat) and his other(?) mom (hydaelyn) who he has...mostly figured out are the same person. he got there eventually
merlwyb is his role model. he has no clue about her politics (or politics in general), he just thinks she's the coolest for having buff arms and neat bang bang guns and the whole pirate aesthetic
complete fanboy for y'shtola. thinks it's so cool the way she dropped a meteor on that weird little dude at the end of shb. (also slightly terrified of her)
besties with alisaie. they share a love of swords and explosions
likes alphinaud but tends to zone out whenever he talks
jumped up on a table when they were talking to the forum to yell at fourchenault because disowning his kids was "like totally not cool, man". fourchenault is now in therapy for this
aymeric tried to ask him out once but not only did aymeric totally botch it but it went right over the wol's head. aymeric spent three days locked in his office having a nervous breakdown after this and lucia has been forbidden from ever mentioning it. the wol remained clueless but got that aymeric was not feeling great and sent him a really cool rock he found because who doesn't like really cool rocks
has never understood a single word that's come out of urianger's mouth but thinks he's a swell guy with great fashion sense
considers ryne his little sister
envious of krile's hoodie
bros with estinien now that he's calmed down and is "way less harsh, dude". they have "I never know what's going on and at this point I'm afraid to ask" solidarity
emotionally dependent on his carbuncle
he never had a single clue wtf was going on with zenos and actually forgot his name a few times, something which only encouraged zenos who found it "stimulating" that the wol considered him so beneath his notice. zenos gave at least three horny monologues about this. the wol remained oblivious to all of this but had a great time fighting him after that whole thing with the sad bird that thancred promised to explain to him when they got back
besties with sadu. if only zenos hadn't sucked so much he could have joined their fight bromance club (alisaie and estinien are in this club too)
once tried to carry his chocobo because he thought it was only fair they take turns. this may be related to why grani bit him
owns bootie shorts that say "hydaelyn's perfect idiot" on them
my background story for my himbo lizard boy wol has always been fairly vague and mostly along the lines of: he grew up in thavnair, his family were fishers who made him learn to fish even though he preferred fighting things, he attempted to fish by just jumping in the water and wrestling fish, and then a giant fish kicked his ass so hard he left home on a journey to grow into a better fighter so he could come back and get revenge (he never did. he got thancred to beat up the fish for him and now it lives in an aquarium in his house)
but I was thinking of elpis and the wol being told to relate the whole story from the beginning to the elpis squad and like...this boy cannot stay focused on a long story like that, he doesn't have a single braincell, if you tell him to relate the story from the beginning he's gonna go way too far back and spend half an hour complaining about the fish that beat him up back home
and there's hythlodaeus in the corner quietly making notes about this fascinating fish. notes he will find in his pocket after he returns home and turn into a concept leading to the creation of the fish ancestor of the wol's nemesis. the circle of stupidity is complete
other things that probably happened in elpis:
1) the wol almost definitely made some vague comment to hermes that hermes then recalled later as he looked down at meteion and inspired his decision to destroy the world. the comment would have been something you'd expect to find on one of those awful motivational posters that has some trite phrase over a stock photo of the ocean
2) the wol asked venat "have you ever wondered what the ancients really are?" (he probably read a conspiracy theory on tumblr) but he had a brain slip (without the brain part) and said "have you ever sundered what the ancients really are?" and venat was like hmmm while taking notes
3) wol told emet he looked "out of shape" and "not at 110%" in the future and offered to teach him his exercise routine. this would have happened in the middle of him relating how emet was going to have everyone he knew die and then murder millions of people. hyth prevented another murder from taking place but also took notes on the exercise routine and later built a home gym based on them. azem used it regularly. emet threatened to divorce both of them. soon after, emet unmade azem's favorite barbell in a fit of pettiness leading to them squabbling, a fight which started out serious and then drifted into more mundane topics like should we summon zodiark. azem took his gym and left
4) grani bit the wol. this didn't have any far-reaching consequences but it made him sad and he wants you to know
the legend himself:
#help him!!!!#ffxivmp#mp#himbo lizard boy tag#by contrast I have almost zero headcanons about azem#he's sort of more like a story concept or idea to me I guess and I'm happy with that
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