#and her kibble is made of stars

[sillyygooz]

guys I need to stop crying over Laika.

She was a sacrificial lamb for us to one day travel to space. I have sobbed over her about five times today. but I'm so normal

[dontsh0vethesun]

cigarettes out the window

masterlist

emily prentiss x reader

18+: smoking, alcohol, smut; semi public sex, fingering, lotta kissing and biting, wine is passed from mouth to mouth :)

a/n: title from ‘cigarettes out the window’ by tv girl | word count: 1.7k

The hunt for Gold Star had left little room for relaxation. With both of you working overtime, your shared apartment with Emily currently housed two members of the FBI with heightened blood pressure and an elderly black cat who pestered you for food every chance he got. 

Your jaw ached from the clenching of your teeth you can seldom seem to stop and you stared at the ceiling while Emily caught a few hours of sleep. You slipped out from beneath the duvet without her stirring, holding your breath until you were sure you’d reached the doorway without her waking. 

With a quick glance in her direction, you made your way to the hidden packet of cigarettes you were sure she would’ve found by now, balancing the unlit stick between your lips as you poured a hefty glass of merlot. You kept the padding of your feet as quiet as possible as you tipped a handful of kibble into Sergio’s bowl, scratching him behind the ear as he purred before you stepped out onto the balcony. 

Every movement you made was calculated, keeping yourself as silent as possible before the hiss of gas filled the quiet of the night air; the spark of your lighter accompanied the distant hum of car engines and with your first inhale you could finally ease some of the tension built up in your shoulders. It was a vice you wish you didn’t have but in times like these you find yourself in dire need of a crutch to hold you up. 

Your arms rested on the metal fencing as you peered over the edge, watching the gentle breeze knock at the branches and the empty streets below. The bitter swig of wine burned your throat, and you made a mental note to buy a different brand the next time you went grocery shopping. You let your mind drift to nothing in particular, letting yourself sink into the silence until you heard the telltale creak of the sliding door behind you - you didn’t think twice before you flicked the half-finished cigarette to the ground below, blowing out the mouthful of smoke before you turned around. 

“Shit, I thought I hadn’t woken you,” you spoke, quickly spinning to face your only half-awake girlfriend. She’d lazily pulled her robe around her underwear-clad body and brushed a strand of her mussed-up hair behind her ear. 

“You didn’t, don’t worry,” she smiled. “I woke up for a glass of water and saw you’d gone,” she added - you almost missed her lie. 

“I couldn’t sleep,” you returned through a sigh. “I guess neither of us can at the moment.” 

She hummed in agreement, but the way she eyed you let you know she wasn’t oblivious to what you’d been doing. 

“I thought you’d quit.”

“I have; I just needed fresh air,” you shoddily fibbed, only earning a raised eyebrow in response. “I thought you’d quit,” you added teasingly. 

“I have.”

“So, what’s that in your hand?”

“What? Oh- these are yours,” she mumbled with a glance at the box in her grasp. “I found them in the dresser.” 

“Emily Prentiss, are you telling lies?” you teased her with a laugh. 

“Wha- no. No, I’m not.” She shook her head so profusely that even without any knowledge of profiling, a person could read her from a mile away. 

“We both know that’s not my brand, Em,” you pointed out. “And, hiding them in the dresser? I thought you’d give me a little more credit than that.” 

“Okay, fine,” she laughed with a playful roll of her eyes, finally coming to stand beside you with the small of her back pressed against the railings. “I guess we’ve both got filthy habits.” 

She peered at you through her lashes as she spoke, bending her head with the last of her words uttered around the butt of a cigarette; your hands sheltered it from the whisper of wind as the flame licked the end with a crackle at her first inhale only so audible because of the palpable quiet passing between you. 

You took a sip from your glass as she let smoke pass from the corner of her lips. 

“It’s nice to have a quiet moment with you,” she breathed, pushing the end of the cigarette between your lips. “It’s been a long week.” You hummed with an agreeing nod. 

“And it’s only the beginning,” you sighed.

“It’s made me think,” Emily began, plucking the glass from your hand to take a sip for herself. “That we should make the most of any moment alone we have at the moment.” 

Her free hand didn’t shy away from tracing a finger along your thigh, nudging the t-shirt you were wearing upwards to brush her touch against your hip. She took in the view of your face, cheeks blanketed by the yellowed glow of the moon, a small plume of smoke passing from your lips into the twilight sky and she couldn’t help but lean in closer. 

Your head tilted backwards as her lips ghosted the skin of your neck, giving ample access for the kiss she aches to place there. She could practically feel the thrumming of your pulse beneath her tongue, revelling in the salty-sweet taste of your skin with a gentle scrape of her teeth. 

She felt the movement of your neck as you took a drag of the cigarette, hearing you exhale shakily above her. She was nothing less than ravenous in her assault, nipping at the skin beneath your ear to lay her claim, taking hold of your waist just as harshly. She only pulled away to catch her breath, observing you with plump red lips and pupils blown to match. 

“Don’t hog that,” you teasingly pouted as she took another swig from the glass, only tutting when she took another with a smirk. Wordlessly, she nudged at your chin, hovering over you with her mouth full of wine and her eyes of something just as fruitful. With just a pointed crook of her brow, you knew to slacken your jaw to allow the earthy merlot to pass from her lips to yours, swallowing it down obediently. 

The smile of satisfaction did nothing to quell the needy ache you pooled with; your body practically hummed with need beneath her unwavering gaze. She's sure she could take in the sight for eternity. She placed the glass aside to take what was left of the cigarette between her fingers, balancing the filtered end between her lips while the palms of her hands set your hips on fire. 

Your own touch crept beneath her robe, soft and pliable skin warm and peppered with goosebumps. You couldn’t keep your kiss away from her chest, scattering pecks along her collarbone with your hands desperately kneading her breasts through the lace bra that got in your way. She hummed in pleasure, pulling you hopelessly nearer with her nails scraping the flesh of your thighs, grabbing and groping with her mind settled on taking any hold of you she could. 

Emily’s fingertips nudged at the waistband of your underwear, and though your hands tangled themselves within the salt and pepper tresses of her hair and your face nestled in the crook of her neck, she heard the desperate mewl and felt the twitch of your hips to urge on her movements. 

When she slid a finger through your folds, you finally pulled away to breathe - to take in the sight of your lover with the end of a cigarette lazily hanging from her lips and her hair mussed from your touch. Her free hand pulled it from her mouth with a final exhale of smoke, flicking the butt over the balcony without taking her focus from the digits she pushed into you. 

And, though your lips melded together with the bitter tastes of smoke and wine, it couldn’t be any sweeter. Her tongue fought against yours and her thumb drew circles over your clit, fingers curling within you whilst your hips chased the feeling with aimless rutting against her hand. 

“God, I needed this,” Emily breathed. “I needed you - just feeling you like this is all I ever need.”

You met her eyes with yours with words on the tip of your tongue, sentiments to match hers that fell short with the way she made you feel, digits moving with precise choreography - she only smirked at the way she can make you fall apart so easily. She had you trapped between her own body and the railing behind you, but the pain of metal against your back was washed away by the pleasure of impending release.

You kept your mouth against her jaw, sinking your teeth into her neck to quell the sounds she pulled from you. Though Emily may want to hear how she affects you, you would rather not wake up the entire street with the gasps and moans that threatened to spill into the quiet night. She kept up the rhythmic pace of her fingers pumping into your cunt, feeling the slick of your arousal against her skin and the way you clenched around her with the pleasure pulsing through you. 

“C’mon, baby, let go,” she rasped, feeling you teeter on the edge of climax before she pulled you to topple over. She hissed at the way you muffled your moan with a bite to her neck, but with your release, the both of you felt the stress of the week begin to melt away. 

She slipped her digits away from you once she’d ridden you through the high, sucking them clean of every drop as though it were her lifeline. Your heart thumped against your chest and you held your body up with your arms looped over her shoulders; you could hardly trust your legs to keep you upright. 

“Fuck, Emily,” you breathed through a laugh, one that she mirrored with her lust-blown eyes focused on you. 

“I’m that good, huh?” she cockily teased, chuckling at the playful shove you planted against her chest. 

“Come on,” you grinned, taking her by the hand to pull her behind you back into the apartment. 

“Where’re you taking me?”

“To bed,” you stated, turning to face her with your hands on her waist as you let her guide you backwards. You couldn’t keep away from her - you never can - but right now she’s all you could ever need. “I want you. But don’t expect us to get much sleep.”

[bonefall]

Willowclaw Nightcloud sparring buddies to lovers slowburn send post

[ID: A headshot Willowclaw from Warrior Cats. She's a fluffy gray cat with deep, reddish amber eyes and white highlights.]

Background characters that mysteriously vanish between books that I get to give brand new personalities to, my beloved

She's allegiance-only. We know nothing about this woman. There's a Missing Kit statement that she got her name for being a "Fierce Fighter" and that's it. So obviously I'm obsessed with her and I'm giving her stuff to do in BB <3

I might have do the Sparring Buddies to Lovers slowburn or I might just have them remain friends... but in any case here she is. A future buddy of Nightcloud. Girl who has positive opinions on Nightcloud but never really said anything until Nightcloud reached out.

Are you READY for RANDOM INFORMATION THAT I COMPLETELY MADE UP FOR HER? LETS GO

She LOVES kibble. It's her favorite food. She can't even begin to try and recreate the dish at home because then it would be known that she regularly takes food from humans.

Willowclaw is known as one of the strongest warriors in WindClan, but also one of the most secretive. She barely talks and her Clanmates gossip about her a lot because she's so mysterious.

She secretly speaks a fair amount of Seamew because she does hang out with local barn cats and loners. Yew probably learned some Clanmew from her.

That's also where her three kits came from, various local toms. She claimed Queen's Rights of course.

Those kits are Furzepelt, Boulderfur, and Dewspots.

(I wish I could give Dewspots some kits of her own too... but WindClan has sooo fewww catsss)

Her family is 100% different from the Missing Kit statement; her mother and father are Robinflight (prev. Robinwing WC) and Whintail (prev. Gorsetail TNP), her brothers are Owlwhisker and Weaselfur.

Willowclaw is probably slightly older than her brothers, and she looks NOTHING like them. I'm not sure if she was adopted or if one of her parents had an affair but I don't think she's completely related to Owl and Weasel.

Aftergathering attender. Brings kibble and drives a hard bargain to any cat who's curious about what crunchies taste like.

When she's in camp she's usually training, likes border patrols.

She's known as a loner, but she pulls her weight and isn't CHRONICALLY absent so she's left to it.

Anyone who talks bad about her can get clobbered if they want; she's not afraid to exercise her Right to Challenge.

Honestly though? She has good opinions about Nightcloud (strong, hardworking, polite, yet not a total pushover), but she thinks Breezepelt is a bad egg. She's not entirely unfounded in that opinion either-- Furzepaw was Breezepelt's apprentice, and he brought her into the Dark Forest with him. Furzepelt later runs off with him and Sunstrike to join The Kin, too.

(her relationship with furze was... strained. She loves her daughter, but blames most of her problems on Breezepelt. She doesn't understand why she can't just be like Dew and Boulder.)

Meanwhile HARESPRING, blessed boy, mentor of her sweet boy BOULDERFUR, is going to make a wonderful deputy because he has learned from his mistakes. Thank the Stars it wasn't Crowfeather.

She's one of the few cats who fins Crowfeather absolutely INSUFFERABLE. Egotistical little freak. It's no wonder Breezepelt turned out the way he did, when Crowf is SO full of himself. She was popping the FRESH kibble when Onestar stripped him of his Honor Title and exiled him for a while as Just Crow.

But, these opinions, she keeps to herself. Willowclaw rarely does more than react with a smug smile or a grumble-- and she CERTAINLY doesn't get involved in politics. Which is a shame because she's strong and senior enough to be considered for the role of Deputy, but she's really not a leader.

When she makes friends with Nightcloud, she'll be in camp a lot more, almost like Night's "melting" her shell a bit. It's met with baffled rumors from the other WindClan cats. Was it really THAT easy? Nightcloud just asking to hang out with Willowclaw more? THAT'S what got her to be more social?

"Yes," She deadpans, side-eyeing anyone who's still talking, "Maybe they just weren't interesting enough."

[spookysalem13]

I have the world's most spoiled cat. This is not up for debate 😅. She has three bowls, one is filled with her favorite kibble, one fresh water I changed out this morning, and the third was where I had her freshly shredded chicken with broth that I warmed up and made for her breakfast 😋 😁.

Two hours or so after eating her breakfast, she's pacing everywhere, getting confused, crying and starring at her bowls.

My cat is 19, she's blind, she does get a bit confused sometimes. She needs a little guidance. But even I couldn't figure out what she wanted.

It took me 45 minutes of going back and forth with her screaming bloody murder at the top of her lungs at 3AM to figure out that her bowl of chicken was out of broth. What she wanted was more warmed chicken broth.

She had water, kibble, moist chicken. Yet she wanted more broth so she was going to try and burst my ear drums. 😅

The second I made it and put it on her tray, she was a happy 😊 kitty. She drank ALL of it up and then went to hide in her favorite cubby in the closet to curl up and sleep now that she has a full warm belly of broth 🤣.

[supersaiyanjedi14]

SABEZRA WEEK: Day 1 (Oct 23): In Between

*Ten years is a long time.  A lot can happen, a lot can change.  As Sabine Wren settles into a routine on Lothal, she reflects on what has changed since that fateful day, both with the galaxy at large and regarding her feelings for Ezra.* 

For all her life, Sabine Wren had known action and movement.  Mandalorian upbringings were full of activity by their nature, and the realities of life on the Ghost meant that staying still could be disastrous.  She had gotten used to being on the move, never staying in one spot too long (not for lack of trying), and her schedule being determined almost exclusively by the mission of the day or the Empire's less-than-wanted input on the subject.  All of that together, it was just one of the numerous things that made her current situation alien and unusual for her. 

She had initially been content with a small apartment in Lothal City, but the comm tower seemed to loom over her in more ways than one.  In what seemed like no time at all, she had moved into the tower. 

Ezra's tower. 

She had been living here for a few years now, and in that time she had taken up the surprisingly alien notion of a schedule.  Wake up, feed the Loth-cat, check the filtration systems, tune up the speeder, head into town for whatever groceries or parts she needed, train and exercise, eat, shower, go to bed.  Rinse and repeat.  Social calls were few and far between, though that only made the occasional meeting with Ryder a very welcome departure from the norm. 

This isn't to say that Sabine was completely out of the loop for what was happening beyond Lothal.  She had kept up with every scrap of news on the Rebellion she could find, scouring for any mention of Hera, Zeb or Rex.  She had stood in shock with everyone else when news of Alderaan reached their ears.  She had waited with baited breath as the rebellion grew into a full-blown galactic war.  She had been especially interested in the rumors of a new Jedi joining their ranks. 

Yet that last point also made her other ruminations more painful.  Even if she hadn't been literally living in his house, Sabine knew she could never get her mind off of Ezra.  Of all the incredible things that had happened that day, the most powerful blow remained that he was gone.  Ezra, Specter 6, the loth rat stowaway, the annoying kid of the team, the up and coming Jedi Padawan, the rising star of Phoenix Squadron, her crewmate, her partner, her best friend... 

And the thing that gnawed at her most of all, was her musings that he may be something more. 

As she poured kibble into Murlay's bowl, Sabine thought back to a conversation she had once had with her brother.  A conversation that she had vehemently denied was anything more than Tristan teasing her. And yet she still kept coming back to it. 

“So he is a friend.” 

“No duh, osik-head.” 

“And he’s a boy.” 

“That doesn’t make him my-!“ 

“Seems like it does.” 

“We’re just friends! Nothing more!” 

“Seems like you’re a little more than friends.” 

“We’re not!” 

Were they? 

Despite her insistence, Sabine had ended up painting a (if she did say so herself) pretty impressive portrait of the young Jedi. When he had returned to Krownest mere weeks later, it had taken every ounce of her willpower to keep herself from running over to hug him. Was that something you did if you were just friends? 

Well, Sabine had been mulling it over for six years now, and she was nowhere closer to an answer than before. Even the multitude of conversations she had had with Hera had never ventured to discission how she was starting to feel about her wayward friend. An impromptu interview with a rising star of the Rebellion with a vested interest in Jedi had turned semi regular whenever he was in the system, yet some of her ruminations left her even less sure than she had been before. And that didn’t even begin to account for what he might be thinking. If he was even- 

Sabine stopped herself. Thinking like that would only set her even further off course. No, Ezra was not dead. He was out there somewhere. And one way or another, she would bring him home, with or without help. This she swore. 

Scratching Murlay behind the ears as he started to eat, Sabine rose to her feet and made her way to a small box under the bed. Rummaging through the contents, she found what she had been looking for. Of all the things that had been added to her routine, lightsaber training was certainly one of the more unique. She had added the emitter shroud herself to satisfy an urge to tinker, but it was otherwise the same as when he had left it to her all those years ago. Walking out onto the balcony, Sabine took a deep breath and ignited the emerald blade. She took herself through a few practice velocities, nothing fancy or significant, but enough for the dancing blade to do its surprisingly calming magic. Ahsoka had told her that some Jedi could use their lightsaber sequences to facilitate a form of moving meditation, where the repetition of the action gradually became instinctive, enabling the Jedi to dedicate their mental energies to other tasks. Sabine wasn’t quite sure she could get to that point (Hyuyang certainly didn’t think so), but it was close enough. 

Some day she would find him. Some day she would bring him home. Between now and then, she would do what she had been doing. Who knows? She might even figure out just what Ezra Bridger meant to Sabine Wren. 

And when that day finally came; well, she always had a knack for finding the appropriate time for fireworks. 

[timeforbedwolfstar]

Finding Home - Chapter 3

As the months with Remus slowly stretched into years, I learned more about our master than any dog had ever known. Some of which, I began to realize, I’d already known. 

He was suffering. I knew he underwent a radical, painful change every month, which I was beginning to notice always fell on the night of the full moon. But there was a deep ache inside him, an ache I was unable to heal. 

He had a picture of four boys standing arm-in-arm on the small table by his bed, and every night, he would gaze at the picture with a sad smell coming off him. The ache was even bigger, and seemed to consume him whenever he did this. I would jump up into his bed and press my body into his side, offering him my comfort. 

He would read the newspaper, delivered by an owl, every morning with his breakfast. Whatever he didn’t eat that day, he would add to my own breakfast, a bowl of red meat, water, and dog kibble, to make a delicious mash of food that made my tail wag. 

Then, of course, we’d run on the sled. 

For every day that passed, the bond between me and Remus only grew stronger. When I was about three summers old, the bond between us was so strong that he only had to think of a command before I followed it. Remus still had to call out the command to the rest of the team, but I was almost always following it before he said a word. 

The pack accepted me as Top Dog now. I didn’t live with them any longer, and in my eyes Thor would always be Top Dog, but the pack respected me. They trusted me when I took my place at the head of the team. 

Remus trusted me, too. He paired me with Thor less and less as the years passed, until one day I went out to the Yard to greet him and he was gone. 

I nosed his thick red fur sadly, as behind me Echo howled in grief. Remus seemed sad, too, and took his body away to bury it. I had never much liked Thor, but he was a good dog. A great dog, even. One of the best. 

Zeus was placed by my side next. I liked Zeus. He was a hardworking dog, and always pulled his hardest. But he wasn’t cut out to be a lead dog, and he was moved back after a few short weeks, and replaced by Echo. 

Echo was her father, Thor, in miniature. She was broad-shouldered and strong, and she was quick to follow commands. She watched me, and I watched her. We improved on each other’s flaws. We worked well together as lead dogs. 

Echo worked by my side for a year. One day she was put in the Puppy Yard, and a few short months later, she had a litter of five puppies running by her paws. I looked forward to helping train the puppies like I’d once trained Echo. 

Geralt and Loki, long-standing wheel dogs of the team, were replaced one day by a pair of females Remus called Celeste and Faith. Celeste was taller, and pure-white. She had a silver sheen to her coat, and black laced her topline. Faith was jet-black, and it shined deep purple in the sunlight. She had a single white star on her forehead, which gave the impression of a single star shining in the night. 

In front of the two were Aspen and Sugar. Sugar was as sweet as her name, and a pretty silver color. The two females were teammates through and through. They complimented each other, building on each other’s flaws to create a seamless pair. 

In front of them were Apollo and Max. Apollo was a standard black-and-white husky dog, with one blue eye and one brown eye. He was aggressive and didn’t work with any dog except for Max, his brother and identical twin. Max, however, had two blue eyes. 

Directly behind me was Ace, a brown-and-white male, and Shea, his black-and-white sister. The two of them were lead dogs in training, so it was my job to teach them how to lead the team. One day, they’d take over. 

Beside me was Cedar, a young puppy of Echo’s. She was small and fast, and we worked well together. She looked identical to her mother, but was the complete opposite in personality. Where Echo was surly and aggressive, Cedar was outgoing and friendly. It made a nice change, and I found I worked better in harness with a friendly dog. 

Zeus had been an older dog when I’d met him, and he’d dislocated his shoulder on a run. Remus had put him on rest, and he wasn’t allowed out of the Yard except for leash walking. He wouldn’t be allowed back on the team until his leg healed. 

We were running on the team now, our faces alight with joy as Remus urged us faster and faster. “Hop Up!” he cried, and I shifted into a gear I didn’t know I had, running for my life. 

I loved running the sled, leading a team of dogs into the snowy mountains of our home. Beside me, Cedar panted, slowing down just slightly. Raising my tail, I tried to tell Remus that she was tiring. He seemed to get the message, and cried out, “WHOA!” 

I slowed the dogs down to a stop, panting hard. Cedar slumped to the ground, panting as if she were dying. Behind us, I heard Remus sink the snow hook into the ground, securing the sled in place. (I was smart enough to keep the team still, but Remus didn’t know that.) Cedar panted, her blue eyes gazing up at me in pain. 

Remus knelt down next to her, running his hands over her body. He took out a stick that smelled like leather and leaves and dirt, muttering words I didn’t catch. The world suddenly smelled like autumn leaves, orange and gold and red. 

Cedar went still. Remus snapped off her lines, leaving me alone at the head of the team, picked her up, and walked her back to the sled. He secured her, then took his place on the sled. 

“READY!” he cried, and I tightened the rope. “HIKE!” 

We took off, pulling the sled as fast as we could. “GEE!” Remus howled over the thrumming of blood and muscle and sinew. I angled right. Shortly after, we arrived at a house that smelled like chemicals. It reminded me of the day that Hera died, when the man led her away and her life ended in a bang. 

The same man exited the house, and Remus gave Cedar to him. The men took Cedar into the house, and us dogs settled for a long wait. 

It seemed like hours later when the men returned. Cedar was with them, limp and cold. She smelled like death. She was strapped to the sled, and we hauled her home. 

It wasn’t long after Cedar died that Faith was harnessed next to me. She made an excellent lead dog, and as the years passed and we remained together, I began to love her as the sister I’d somehow always known. 

One day, shortly after Remus and I spent a night locked up in the cellar, Gerald and Loki came to live with us. The two of them were old, with white hairs on their muzzles. They lived with us for a time until Death came for them. They were together until the very end. 

The morning after they died, Remus fed me breakfast, then put his hand on my shoulder, a familiar gesture. I wagged. 

Suddenly the world seemed to collapse. I couldn’t breathe, my eyes were being pressed into my skull, it felt as if I was being shoved through a rubber tube. Suddenly the sensation ended, and I was in a whole new place. 

Remus snapped a leash onto my collar, and led me forward into a quaint little village that looked vaguely familiar. I knew I’d never been here before, and yet, it was as if I’d never left. 

Remus led me down to a large block of stone with names written on its shiny surface. As we neared, it shifted into a statue of three people — a tall, skinny man, a shorter woman with long hair, and a baby, a small baby that I wanted to protect and love for the rest of my life. 

Remus stopped by the statue, then raised his hand so it touched the man’s. “Prongs,” he whispered, and I pricked my ears at my name. Remus looked down at me and gave me a sad smile. “Come on, old mate.” 

Remus led me into the yard beyond. It was full of stones that I knew instinctively I could not touch. I followed Remus to the end of it, where a white marble stone was rising out of the earth. 

Remus crouched down, his hand resting lightly on a name carved into the stone. “James,” he whispered, “James, I miss you so much. 

“Remember Thor? You knew him, back, oh, about fourteen years ago, when he was born. Remember? Sirius got him for me on my seventeenth birthday, to get over my dog fear. He’s gone now. Died a few years ago. 

“I have a new lead dog. He’s about eight years old now. Born a few days after you died, in fact. He’s … you would love him, James.” Remus looked at me, right in my eyes. “I see so much of you in him. You … you would both love him. I named him after you, James. I named him Prongs.” I wagged at my name. “He’s changed my life. Just like you did.” 

I sniffed at the headstone, wagging my tail at the familiar scents. It smelled so familiar, but my memory exceeded me. I couldn’t remember where I’d smelled it before, only what it was like. Buttermilk and rose petals. 

I wagged harder and looked at Remus. Tears were running unchecked down his face. 

“Prongs,” he whispered, “and Lily Flower. I love you both so, so much.” He held me close to him, and I licked away his salty tears. "One day," Remus vowed, "when the time is right, we'll all be home again. Together. One day, James, I promise you, we'll come home."

I wagged as Remus crouched there for a long while, silently sobbing. It was quiet between us for a long while, Remus bringing himself under control, me acting as a river for the grief. The deep ache inside him seemed to swell again, until it encompassed us both. 

As Remus stood, ready to leave, I took one last sniff of the headstone. The buttermilk and rose petals called me to stay, to bury myself beneath the earth. But it also awakened something inside me. 

Something I didn’t quite understand. 

What was my purpose?

[bergeronprocess]

9/25/24

It’s raining really hard today and it just made me think about a rainy day in Paldea and how my original/game protagonist character might deal with that.

Also good god I love Scarvi so much but they REALLY needed to give the areas proper names. 

Well, there go my plans, thought Violetta the moment she opened her eyes. The rain was driving hard against her window, the world outside tinged in gray, creating a morning darker than it should have been. Her plan had been to head out to South Province Area 4 and go on a Pokemon catching spree, but immediately she knew the marshy area would be even worse than usual with all this hard rain and it was just going to be a miserable time.

So instead, it was time to create a plan B.

Violetta sat up, stretched and looked over to see her partner Pokemon Sprigatito (Spriggy for short) still curled up asleep in her bed, which just so happened to be shaped like a pizza. She knew that wouldn’t be the case for much longer, though, so she hopped out of bed and immediately saw to filling Spriggy’s bowl with kibble. The sound of the kibble woke her up and she ambled over to get her breakfast, her Everstone clinking on her collar as she walked. She meowed approvingly and began to eat.

“As for me,” Violetta said aloud, her accent giving away her Wyndonian heritage. “Breakfast here, or at the dining hall?” She took a quick inventory of what was available in her cabinets and found a box of Choco-Pokeball cereal, her absolute favorite. “Right, that’s the way!” And so she poured herself a big bowl of it, added some Moomoo Milk from her fridge, then sat at her desk and opened her laptop to browse the internet while she ate.

A quick check of the weather confirmed that this rain would be falling all day. Violetta had already attended all of her required class sessions for the week, so she didn’t have that as a backup plan. No new messages had popped up in her Uva Academy email account overnight and her direct messages inbox was empty on the Uva Grapes social media site. The weather was too dreadful for her to want to visit her mum’s restaurant in Los Platos. She really and truly had no plans.

What to do?!

She got cleaned up and got dressed in casual clothes (not needing to go to class meant no need for uniforms), recalled Spriggy to her Pokeball, made sure she had her purse and left her room.

Having arrived in Paldea at the start of this school year after moving to the region with her mum, Violetta found herself in a surprising new role at Uva Academy. She was popular. All the other kids seemed to be interested in her. The combination of Galarian accent, battling Team Star on her first day, her unusual Cyclizar-like Pokemon with a color that matched her hair and her willingness to give anything a go had endeared her to the population. It was very much the opposite of her experience back in Galar, where she purposefully distanced herself from everyone because her father kept her up to her eyeballs helping to run the bed and breakfast. It was different - and it was nice.

She said hi to everyone she saw as she made her way, using only internal hallways and corridors so as to stay dry, into the library. Her father hadn’t allowed her to have a Pokemon, so she felt she was lagging behind other students in terms of her Pokemon knowledge. Thankfully the library had tomes upon tomes to help her get up to speed. She spent some time quietly reading up on her type advantages - some of them made sense to her, but she really struggled to master others - and then felt her phone vibrate.

It was her best mate Nemona! 

“What’s up today?” read her text message. 

“Literally nothing. Not going anywhere in this rain!” Violetta answered.

“I hear that,” Nemona answered. “Me neither. Classes?”

“Finished them for the week.”

“Same. Nowhere indoors to battle safely either :( Ugh this sucks.” That was a relatively down note for the eternally chipper Nemona, thought Violetta. “Where you at?”

“Library. Reading up on type advantages. I just can’t make heads or tails of Poison type!”

“Just try to remember that the ground safely absorbs poison and that a psychic can see the poison coming and avoid it!” Oh, that’s actually quite a good mnemonic. No wonder she’s a Champion, thought Violetta. “Let’s get some churros at the dining hall.” Well, go on then!

The two girls sat side-by-side, facing outward, all the better to people-watch as they dunked their freshly-made churros into luscious chocolate sauce. Nemona was chatting away about how she battled a third year after class yesterday and totally schooled him, he had no idea what he was up against, he was so mismatched, he…

Then suddenly Violetta felt like she could barely hear Nemona despite her literally being right there. A certain someone walked into the dining hall and time seemed to slow down entirely, like in a movie. Everything else faded away for a moment. He even has his hair up in a Ponytatail, thought Violetta as she felt herself get warmer and felt her heart start to beat faster and faster. I love when he has his hair in a Ponytatail.

Arven made a Beedrill-line straight for the counter. Violetta couldn’t hear whatever he was ordering over the sound of her own heartbeat in her ears. She absentmindedly continued to dunk the same churro in her chocolate sauce over and over again - it was rapidly becoming a mushy mess - he looked so good saying thank you to the staff members and then receiving his tray of food, she couldn’t stop staring, his arms looked so strong holding that tray, did he work out or something, wait hold on, hold on, is he…

“Little buddy!” he said brightly, smiling from ear to ear as he noticed Violetta sitting there. Overly excited, she waved…the hand that had been dipping that churro so thoroughly, flinging chocolate sauce all over.

“Oye!! Stop that!!” Nemona protested, flailing her arms about, scrambling to grab a napkin.

“Oh no!! Sorry!!” Violetta said with an embarrassed gasp, letting go of the churro so it would plop onto her tray before realizing she’d splattered chocolate sauce all over her shirt. Now she felt mortified, so much so that she just wanted to shrink into her chair. Arven probably thinks I’m mad, or an idiot, or both.

But instead, he just kept smiling, set down his tray containing a mug of Tapu Cocoa topped with pink marshmallows that had Ditto faces on them and put his oversize backpack onto the chair in front of his tray. Unzipping one of its many, many pockets, he retrieved a towel and offered it to Violetta.

“Here,” he said, his voice as warm as that Tapu Cocoa must be. “It’s OK. Happens to us all sometimes.” 

Her hand trembling, Violetta took the towel and somehow managed to thank him before she attempted to tidy up her shirt. She was able to mop up some of the damage, but she still knew she’d have to go back to her room, change shirts and pop over to the laundry room. Guess that’s my plan for the afternoon then, she thought. Wait, this towel’s going to need washing up as well, won’t it…

“Looking better already,” he said, his voice still as warm as the sun. Even though Violetta still felt quite mortified, his voice did seem to comfort her a bit. 

“Ay, I’ll need to wash this shirt,” Nemona mumbled under her breath. 

“Th-thanks again,” Violetta mumbled. She could feel that her ears were warmer than usual, and she suspected she was blushing as well. “Erm, do you want this back?” she asked, gesturing to the dirtied towel. 

Arven chuckled a little bit. “Nah, all good. Keep it, little buddy.”

Little buddy…I kind of hate when he calls me that, but I also kind of love when he calls me that. Is that weird? That’s weird, isn’t it? Does he think I’m weird? Does he think about me at all? Does he have any idea that I fancy him? Violetta’s thoughts were racing.

Nemona, noticing that Violetta was temporarily on another planet, rolled her eyes and then spoke up louder than normal. “Thanks, Arven! That’s so kind of you! You’re so thoughtful!” She was intentionally laying it on thick. “Isn’t he so kind and thoughtful, Vi?”

“What? Huh? Yeah!! Er, yeah! Really…” Violetta turned red from ear to ear. “Really kind and really thoughtful.” She could hardly bear to look directly at him, the feelings were just so intense. “Really…thanks…” 

Arven smiled again. “Of course! Any time.” He then made to pick up his tray again. Oh no, is he leaving?! I’ve driven him off, Violetta lamented. But then he stopped. “Hey, little buddy, do you have any plans for tomorrow?” Her heart leapt in her chest. “I could just use your help with something if you’re not busy.” 

Violetta knew that was his attempt to remain subtle and not broadcast his Herba Mystica quest out loud to everyone in earshot. They’d already been on one outing before, so she was already familiar with this mission.

But Nemona, not knowing any of this backstory, saw it totally differently.

“Oye!!! Arven! Are you asking Violetta out on a DATE?!” she said at full volume. Violetta thought she was going to fall right out of her chair in shock! “Tomorrow is FRIDAY! That’s perfect for a DATE!” Then she grinned as she beheld Violetta and Arven, both as red as Tamato Berries, rendered fully unable to react for what seemed like an eternity.

Until…

“Er,” Violetta said quietly, her mouth dry. “I…would…I would like that.”

Arven looked surprised. “You would?” Violetta just nodded. “Well then…” Now he looked resolute. “Let’s go into town tomorrow night.”

Violetta was thrilled. All of a sudden, this boring rainy day had turned extremely interesting!

[chapel-of-rizztual]

Favorite headcanon for every ghoul! Go!

Mountain

obviously I’m a big advocate for puppy mountain 

Had a plant for each of the ghouls. 

Can grow flower and herbs in his hair. Grows mushrooms when he’s stressed

one of the best cooks. 

One of two ghouls that can drive.

Early riser, rises with the sun.

Ridiculously tall. Always hitting his head don door frames.

Big lover of kissing.

Favourite colour is green.

Loves reading poetry

Vegetarian

Ram horns

Collects bug and insects

Spider catcher of the ghouls.

Joins the girls for girls night

Rain

webbing between his finger and toes

Gills on his neck and ribs

Chronic biscuit maker.

Worst chef. Can’t even make cereal

Presses the flowers Mountain grows into books.

Big sweet tooth

Will only wear crop tops. Even in the winter.

Cold to the touch

Scales on his arms and back

Bellybutton piercing. It’s a little sparkly raindrop that Dew got him for Christmas.

Night owl

Super clumsy

Slightly slimy skin

Loves the aquarium

Dewdrop

 Kitty

has scars where his gills use to be

Blue eyes from being a water ghoul

Early riser with Mountain. They like to cuddle on the sofa together while eating breakfast

Obsessed with dinosaurs

Hot to the touch

Good chef

Sucks the spade of his tail

Scared of the dark. Can’t sleep without Aether

Loves baking with Cumulus

Gets used as a heater in the winter

Likes sleeping in the fireplace

Can explode lightbulbs if he sneezes

Calls cereal ‘boy kibble’

Can play drums

Unhealthily obsessed with milk.

Pescatarian

Swiss

Loves getting stoned with Mountain

Just dance champion. Seriously no one can beat him

Horrendous chef. Don’t even let him look at the kitchen

Is the reason salt lamps are banned from the den

Hawaiian shirt wearer

Paints his claws

Has an extensive skincare routine

Crazy strong. Can lift Dew and Rain up together

Steals the fluffy blankets from cirrus’ bed

Crooked fangs

Hates sleeping alone

Greek mythology obsession

Two tongues

Phantom

also puppy

Sleeps with a stuffed rabbit. Seriously can’t sleep without it

Loves hiking and being outdoors. Spends a lot of time in the greenhouse with Mountain

Loves worms

His quintessence is more focused on orthopaedics

Cries at anything

Loves cocktails

Scar on his cheek from when he was summoned

Also Sucks the spade of his tail

Cow-like ears

White strip in his hair

Always wears glittery eyeshadow

Obsessed with cats. Can’t see a cat in the street without stopping

Aether

Dad? No, mother

Also a Hawaiian shirt wearer. Him and Swiss share

Nurse at the abbey infirmary

Carries Dew and Phantom around like kits

Second ghoul that can drive

Red Mohawk

Nose, lip and tongue piercing

Vinyl collection

Best collection of hoodies. Will let anyone wear them

Loves fruit

Paints

Bonded with Copias rats

Can’t ride a bike

Cirrus

daddy

Wears rings

Buff af

She/her/he/him

Goes to the gym with Swiss and Aether

Mechanic. Can fix anything

Good chef

Big top little pants

Makes fun of Aether for not knowing how to ride a bike.

Clothes stealer

Really sharp fangs

Made a Battle jacket

Wine drinker

Flexible

Cumulus

literal Barbie girl

Sims player

Loves all games is so good cod

Whiskey enjoyer

Country music lover

Favourite colour is pink

Crazy curly hair

Has deep stretch marks on her belly. Swiss like to put edible glitter on them and lick it off

Gap in her front teeth

Steals cirrus’ battle jacket

Loves Valentine’s Day

Fluffy tail

Has feathers on her arms and thighs

Sunshine

Literal ball of sunshine

Has a Christmas tree in her room all year around

Should wear glasses but doesn’t

Mountain always grows sunflowers for her

Gold jewellery wearer

Super freckly

Has one yellow and one orange eye

Good at photography

Has a cat hidden in her room

Stayed at the abbey instead of touring because she was working in the nursery and fell in love with the kids

Aurora

kitty

vitiligo

Purrs the loudest

Literal princess. Always gets her way

Obsessed with space and the stars

Loves horror movies

Coffee snob

Can sleep anywhere

Scared of flying

Very good baker

Wears heart shaped sunglasses

[fuck-you-upmusicbracket]

You are the Everything (R.E.M)

You're in the backseat laying down, the windows wrap around (say, say, the light)/To sound of the travel and the engine (say, say, the light)/All you hear is time stand still in travel/And feel such peace and absolute/The stillness still that doesn't end/But slowly drifts into sleep/The stars are the greatest thing you've ever seen/And they're there for you/For you alone, you are the everything

"You know when your intrusive thoughts and worries are all piling on so you think about something calming? This is a song about that"

Virtute the Cat Explains Her Departure (The Weakerthans)

After scrapping with the ferals and the tabby/I'd let you brush my matted fur/How I'd knead into your chest while you were sleeping/Shallow breathing made me purr/But now I can't remember the sound that you found for me

After scrapping with the ferals and the tabby/Let you brush my matted fur/How I'd knead into your chest while you were sleeping/Shallow breathing made me purr/But I can't remember the sound that you found for me/I can't remember the sound that you found for me/I can't remember the sound

And when the voices died/I emerged to watch abandoned machines/Waiting for their men to return/I remember the way I would wait for you/To arrive with kibble and a box full of beer/How I'd scratch the empties desperate to hear/You make the sound that you found for me

"This song is a sequel to plea from a cat named virtute, still from virtute's perspective. it's set after virtute runs away, not getting the attention or care she needs from her owner. she talks about her time on the streets; hearing her owner calling for her, "missing steps in the street" as he searches under cars, calling for her, his "anger pleading in an uncertain key." living through the winters, watching the abandoned construction lot and thinking of her time with her owner, how she'd knock over beer bottles to get his attention, how he'd take care of her after she fought the stray cats outside and she'd sleep on his chest. the part that KILLS me though, is the repeating line; "the sound that you found for me." this is how virtute refers to the name her owner gave her; it's the sound he found to call her by. and the ending chorus of the song says that she *can't remember it.* she forgot the name he gave her. she can't remember the sound that he found for her."

"The song is from the perspective of a cat who runs away because her owner has fallen deeper into alcoholism and depression and is no longer taking care of her. As time passes she laments on the past and misses the days when she was loved, when her owner would "sing the sound they found for her" (her name.) it ends with her stating that she can no longer remember that sound. i can't listen to this song without feeling the urge to cry. it's almost soothing, like a lullaby. easy to break down to."

"This song is from the perspective of a cat that runs away from her owner, after his depression and alcoholism cause him to neglect her. in particular, it's about her forgetting the name he used to call her. (the good news is, this song is part of a saga of four songs ‐ in the last two songs, losing his cat is the push for her owner to start healing and doing better <3)"

Virtute the Cat... submitted by @shadybug + others

[startseeingstars]

Collision Path - Mike 5lbs of Pressure

CH03 Maddi’s POV 🎶 {Shimmer - Fuel}

I scratched Buffy behind the ears as she purred a thank you for refilling her kibble. This little black cat was the only important thing I’d kept from my previous life in Vegas. She was basically my baby - of course I would bring her with me.

I exited the apartment my mother had left me in her will a few years prior - it wasn’t much but it was home, at least for now. My Mom hadn’t been much a part of my life and we hadn’t really spoken at all prior to her passing. She had left and come to New York when I was around 12. I was 27 now and she passed when I was 24. The rent on this place had been a decent income buffer and I’d managed to save a bit while I was still in Vegas.

When I needed a fresh start, this apartment would become my saving grace. The tenants had just moved out and it genuinely felt like the stars were aligning, so I took the leap and uprooted my life.

Some days were easier than others as I adjusted to my new life.

The hallway was dimly lit with no exterior windows to let in natural light. Even so, a familiar silhouette began walking toward me down the hall.

“Howdy, cowboy.” I smirked as he looked up from his phone. He smiled, looking me over with his big blue eyes.

He looked a little tired, but I put that down to his line of work.

“Hey, you. I was wondering when we’d bump into each other again.” He confessed, meeting me in front of my apartment door.

“I like your tattoos.” He said and I repressed an eye roll. It was every man’s ice breaker to begin a conversation with me, apparently.

“The dot work and shading is done really well, especially on this one.” He reached out and grazed my arm just above my elbow. His touch felt warm and it sent a small shiver over my skin.

“S-sorry, I just -“ he pulled back, realising he’d just touched me without consent.

I shook my head. “I don’t mind.” I admitted, beginning to walk. He quickly fell in step beside me.

“You’re new to the building, right?” He asked and I nodded. “And the city?” He asked again and I chuckled.

“Is it that obvious?” I raised my eyebrow, meeting his gaze briefly as we walked down the stairs.

“Most New Yorkers don’t bother smiling at each other. I could tell you were different when I saw you at the club.”

We made it to the foyer and I turned to him, not quite ready for the conversation to end.

“So you’re not from here, either then?” He shook his head.

“LA.”

“Vegas.” We shared a thoughtful look.

“Well, Vegas - could I buy you a drink sometime?” There was that confidence again. I bit the inside of my cheek. As tempted as I was, he knew me from the club and I knew he was a dealer. I really couldn’t be bothered getting caught back up in that bullshit like I had with my ex.

“Maybe.” I told him, pulling out a flyer from my handbag as I walked over to the community board. I pinned up the flyer advertising open mic night at the small bar I worked at. If I wasn’t at the club, I was usually there. New York was fucking expensive.

“You singing?” Cowboy noticed the flyer and I shrugged.

“I haven’t decided yet.” I admitted, grateful that he didn’t press the subject of a drink.

“You should. I heard you singing in the laundry room last night. You have a beautiful voice.” He stepped closer and I blushed as I smelt his fresh cologne.

“So you’re stalking me now?” I muttered, a little flustered and embarrassed under his gaze as I tried to keep it cool.

“You moved in here, I’d hardly call that stalking.” He shrugged, smirking down at me.

“What’s your name?” I asked, looking up at his gaze.

“Mike, what’s yours?”

“Madison.” I smiled, reaching out my hand. He took it, but to my surprise, he brought it to his lips instead of shaking it. I blushed, caught off guard.

“Nice to meet you, Maddi.” His eyes held mine and I had to mentally shake myself out of getting lost in them.

“Maddi? I didn’t realise you knew me so well.” I smirked, taking my hand back.

“Give it time.” He winked and I chuckled as I turned to leave but he called out.

“Wait, when are you working at the club next?” He seemed a little nervous suddenly and I bit my lip - contemplating whether or not to tell him.

His big eyes were soft and felt my guard drop slightly.

“Saturday.” I tell him truthfully, reaching for the door.

“Who should I ask for?” He wondered - almost sounding desperate.

“Lilith.” He smirked as I replied over my shoulder, letting the door close behind me.

I felt my stomach twist in excitement at the thought of him actually coming in to see me. Maybe this weekend wouldn’t be so bad at the club.

[blazingstaro]

DotS Fun Facts Vol.1 (Long post)

In early 2018 concepts, Twyla’s earliest designs featured more draconic wings as a Relic ability, rather than the cute bird-like wings she has today! Some abilities shown here have yet to make an appearance in the comic, if not have been revised modernly! (These sketches are nearly 5 years old SHEEEEESH)

Ethonians are relatively D’nno-like, though they share a handful of differences from their shorter-lived counterparts. Ethonians share similarities with D’nnos hailing from Planet Techstar, the Snowfoot (credit: FayeleneFyre). Perhaps the Dream Makers’ way of honoring their tenacity or ingenuity. As Dreams of Spirit, they’re unanimously strong-willed in their own individual ways, passionate and occasionally stubborn. They are usually a warm and hospitable people, however, and enjoy visitors from across the stars! Ethonians are the most common Dream race across the Galaxy.

The fella I have up here as an example is a man who goes by many names, though currently he lets folks call him “Guy”! He’s bonded with a distinct spear Relic. Guy is enigmatic, so not much is known about him personally, nevertheless what Ability he may have, but it’s rumored that he once had a family of his own. What may have occurred to that potential family, however, remains as mysterious as his real name. (2022 design)

Meta Knight is a skilled chef of at least 3 varying cuisines, and is exceptional at baking— the latter of which being among his indulgent favorites when nobody’s around to see him. He’ll also take any opportunity to wear a different hat or switch around his outfit. Always gotta look fresh! Though the hats he wears tend to be his own brand of merchandise. (2019 sketches)

Slinx (the giant purple cat-thing) is the average size for your traditional 4-legged Dappermau! They come in a bipedal variety as well, but tend to be smaller than their more beastly brothers and sisters. Slinx himself is about 1/4 pure Dappermau, inheriting his grandfather’s colors. Over the centuries, Dappermau have evolved from a mouse-like appearance to a strong variation of animal-like shapes and sizes!

Squire (pink Kibble-looking gal with the orange ponytail), although quite small, is about average size as well for her race, the militant Faelynx. Twyla (purple Puff) well below average size for an 11-year-old Fintan (yellow Waddle Dee) is about normal for a 12-year-old (he has yet to hit a growth spurt, which in comparison to everyone else, won’t do him much good, but he’ll sure feel proud of himself) (2021 designs)

(2019 sketches) Early draft/study for DotS’ King Arthur! I wanted to do something different with him, so I came up with this! There’s story reasons behind his full-body armor, but he also makes use of it to walk about in public unrecognized. He also likes to dye his hair various colors, but lately he’s been enjoying the color green! C:

Here’s his latest design, made in 2022! Here, you can see his natural hair color! Ain’t he just cute? <3

[vox-monstera]

drop some lore on Vox and what does the “facilitator” title mean

Thanks for your question! And for catching that term! 💖

Here's a small list of little tidbits about Vox:

Vox uses "facilitator" in place of "mercenary" as she feels there's a negative connotation to the latter term. She considers herself someone who facilitates others' goals, whether it's elimination, klep'ing, or gathering intelligence. It feels more like business to her that way, which is important when taking on clients. I got some inspiration for this one from Muamar Reyes. Shoutout to my favorite fixer.

Misty and Vox go halfsies on a little fund for feeding the stray cats in the alley between the Esoterica and Vik's. They keep a jar of spare eddies under the counter and (try to) take turns being the one to run to the store for more kibble- it’s usually Misty who does it.

Vox's parents named her so in reference to the term "vox populi". Selene is after Tejana music star Selena Quintanilla, which her parents both loved.

As far as her last name, I just think monsteras are neat. It also just happens to have ‘monster’ in it which is also cool.

Her first time on a motorcycle was riding Jackie's bike. He was shocked she'd never ridden before and took her cruising along the coast. She's been in love with riding since then and exclusively uses the ARCH Jackie left her.

Though she prefers to communicate in English, Vox is fully bilingual and speaks fluent Spanish. She learned from El Padre, who made it a rule in his home to only speak Spanish while she was growing up. To this day she exclaims in Spanish sometimes and prefers using Spanish terms of endearment when she loves someone.

She only has a gorilla arm on the left because her right is her dominant and she enjoys the feeling of her flesh fist making contact with someone's body/face.

Vox never smoked cigarettes before Johnny. As a boxer, her cardio is incredibly important to her so cigarettes have always been out of the question. She has, however, smoked weed and still does occasionally.

Despite hating the idea of fame, there's a small part of Vox that wishes people will always remember her name.

And that's all I got for now! I appreciate you sending this ask since it's been a good long while since I've sat down and given her backstory some thought.

[blimbo-buddy]

Bubba fights Lionblaze? That would be interesting to see. Would she win? I imagine Lionblaze is pretty big and very strong since he has more training.

Would any cats decide to go on her side after she is revealed to the clans? How would Ivypool react to this? I'd imagine she would feel very angry at her sister becoming a traitor, maybe even try dragging her back? Or have other cats get her kits in like, some twisted way of having them become warriors or something? Or maybe due to some prophecy coming up due to Shadow's powers

I headcanon DoveWing to be this hulking mass of muscle and fur, much bigger than LionBlaze. But you are right, LionBlaze has more experience in fighting, but DoveWing also knows his own fighting tricks. So she knows every one of his moves, since she fights like him as well

Most cats do not take the news well. They accuse DoveWing of letting them all suffer through the battle while she "stuffed her face with dry kibble"

IvyPool is especially not happy about it and goes out of her way to not talk to her

This is when the Imposter's grip on the Clans begin to come to fruition, so everybody is obsessed with "Punishing the code breaker"

The only reason the truth was revealed was because BristleFrost and RootSpring were told that there could be help in Twolegplace, which is how they found ShadowSight/Pooh-Bear

Pooh-Bear still has his connection to these "weird cats made of twinkling stars" and suffers from seizures as in canon.

Because Pooh-Bear and his siblings are fully grown by the time this happens, the Clans don't see a need in trying to make them join, they want to see them dead

TigerHeart is also accused of knowing the truth and has his Leader title forcefully taken from him

[ask-dametagala]

Infiltrating the castle!

▪︎Prologue.

▪︎Chapter 1: Stay in line!

▪︎Chapter 2: Inside the castle(s).

▪︎Chapter 3: The mysterious threat, Part 1:

"Hey Kibble, don't ya think this year's party is a little different than the ones we've had before?"

"Well, I find it odd that we're still celebrating the birth of an actual, real death god that tried to spread darkness all over Popstar but- What do you mean, Burning Leo?"

Balancing two plates on both hands, Leo swiftly maneuvers around the guests, walking to Sir Kibble's side.

"Well I mean, there's a bunch of strangers here, I don't think they're actually here for the party itself to be frank."

"That is true…I saw a team of cameramen snooping around the castle earlier, as if they were looking for someone."

The two reach several food stands placed in the Castle's courtyard. Apparently the buffet was being held outside, which provided the guest a nice view of the night sky.

"Are they trying to interview King Dedede, perhaps?"

"Deeefinitely not, they could've done that in the throne room! Heck, I don't even think anyone here cares for his majesty! When King Dedede made his opening speech, I swore I heard gossip about him!"

"Hmmmm….and when he went down to greet the guests, they looked bored. As if they only came for something else…"

"It must be the buffet! I swear, the waddle dees make the BEST food!"

"I don't think that's their motive, Burning Leo….haven't you figured it out yet? Ever since word of sir Galacta Knight being here was spread across the galaxy, outsiders have been traveling to Popstar nonstop recently. Everyday, there'd be at least 3 visitors from stars we don't even know about! But they'd all leave disappointed when they couldn't find him. Do you know what this means, Leo? This means they're using this party as an excuse to find sir Galacta Knight! "

"Huh? Whazat?"

Leo turned around to Sir Kibble, now with plates full of food. He was too busy grabbing servings the entire time the suit of armor was monologuing.

"Nevermind…."

"Eeeh?!?! What's with this sign?!"

A sudden shout was heard from afar, it was Kirby! Finally, after kicking all of the unwanted travelers away, he could enjoy the party with Bandana Dee. However, as they were about to step into the yard, Kirby spotted a sign plastered on the side of the brick wall:

No kirbys allowed!!

"Ah….right. The king didn't want you to eat here."

"Whaat?!? That selfish prick! How stingy could he be?!"

"Sorry Kirby….but he was probably afraid you'd eat all the food and leave nothing left for the guests!"

"Boooo…."

"B-but don't worry Kirby, I'll make it up to you. I'll cook anything you want tomorrow!"

"Thanks Dee…but I'm hungry now! I wanna eat!!!"

Kirby starts throwing a tantrum, somersaulting all over the place. He came all the way here for food and yet the King didn't let him have any, how unfair!

"That's it, I don't care about Dedede! I'll eat anyways!"

"W-wait Kirby!!! Control yourself!! D-don't inhale!!!!"

The pink puffball shoots out to the buffet, cheerfully running to the places with food. Bandana Dee immediately follows him, trying his best to make sure Kirby doesn't eat too much.

As they pass through tables, Kirby suddenly spots somebody familiar and stops. He looked up to see his old friends, Ribbon and Adeleine!

"Ribbon! Ado!!"

"Kirby! You made it! I'm so glad.."

Adeleine lets out a sigh of relief and jumps down from her chair to give Kirby a big hug. She was happy to see him again, especially after what happened earlier. The fairy giddly zips to their side, giving Kirby a huge smile.

"I knew those big jerks wouldn't stand a chance against you! They were so rude!"

"Ehehehe! Yeah! I beat them all up in no time!"

"Oh don't remind me of them…we've never dealt with anything like that before, it was horrible! Luckily, Sailor came out and helped us!"

"Who? Sailor Dee? The waddle dee who works for Meta Knight?" Adeleine asked with curiosity, she had only heard of him a few times when she and Ribbon were talking to King Dedede.

"Mhm, he came out with a microphone and a few speakers, said a few words and they all just…left!"

"Gee…I wonder what he said?"

Meanwhile, at the tower...

Despite Galacta Knight taking control of the situation, Meta Knight still felt uneasy. He had never felt anything so…dangerous before. Not only that, what he initially thought was his intuition was actually something else entirely. This feeling got more clearer every second, as if he was connected to something outside. He had never felt this way, not since he met……his dark counterpart. Meta Knight immediately realized what this meant and turned his head to the glass doors leading out the balcony. Perhaps he should stay nearby and see if he was correct…..but it would mean going against what Galacta Knight said earlier. However, he was far too curious to let this go.

Suddenly….

Something flew up the tower with great speed, before soaring back down towards the balcony. The warrior's eyes beam up at the sight of it, as if he was excited for its presence.

Galacta Knight reaches out, grabbing a hold of the other knight's hand as they gently land on the marble fence of the balcony.

It…was…..Dark Meta Knight…..his mirror counterpart……his shadow. Did Galacta Knight mistake him for….him? No, that's impossible. Anyone could tell them apart! Then why….why was he acting so familiar with him? He couldn't turn back now, he had to know what their relationship was like. Meta Knight quickly conceals himself just behind the walls next to the doors, quietly listening to what their conversation was going to be.

"Dark, you came!!"

"Indeed, I did."

[NEXT]

[maydays-medbay]

Blog Links and Other Info

Last Updated: 3/31/2023 [3:38 AM (GMC-5)]

Updates: Added Flamewire's info; added to Dropdash, Ether, and Fireskimmer's profiles

This is a master document of many important things circling on my blog, such as my OCs and their respective ref sheets, currently open ask games, links to my other blogs, and AUs that I have made. Updates to the doc will be added to the top of the page next to the indicated spot

Info and Other Blogs

Call me Krutch, Arch, or Arc; He/Him pronouns

My birthday is March 21st if that matters to anyone 😂

The Medbay Discord! - here

My Other blogs:

@memory-not-found (Karma's RP Blog)

@of-ruins-and-rubble (Ruination Corps. RP Blog)

@of-arches-and-angels (Ultrakill Sideblog, very blank and empty rn)

Current Ask Games

5 minute sketches

Ask Me Anything

Flowery Oc Asks

Uncommon Questions for OCs and Creators

Headcanon ask

Unhinged Character Bingo

Transformers Character Asks (I made this one a while ago lol)

Characters

Karma / Dreamer, Astronomer, Lover of the Stars / He-Him / ref sheet

Phonetic Spelling: [Car-muh]

Voice Claim (Speaking): Anakin Skywalker from The Clone Wars Animated Series

My main OC, who currently lives on a starship with a small crew

Very reserved, but has a relatively pleasant personality when he does talk to others. Very smiley and gentle despite his size

Clumsy because of how big he is, though doesn't enjoy it much

Silverfall / Therapist, Serenity, Level-Headed Thinker / He-Him / ref sheet

Second Youngest of his siblings [Dropdash, Flamewire, Goldrake]

Used to be conjuxed to Karma, but was unfortunately offlined

Had a very happy and bubbly personality, but rarely showed it because of their willingness to listen to others and sit still

Very quiet speaker despite their personality (in most cases)

Really liked flowers like lavender because it was his brother, Goldrake's, favorite

Felt responsible for Goldrake up until they all went separate ways and lost contact with one another

Dropdash / Engineer, Blunt, Voice of Gravel / He-Him / Head Concept

The Eldest of his siblings [Silverfall, Flamewire, Goldrake]

Second tallest of his family

Very prickly personality

Not as intimidating as he tries to be

Hates flowers. Don't bring them anywhere near him unless you want a tool of some kind lobbed at your head.

Kibble puffs up a lot when angry- more than the average bot. This has been used as fuel to tease him plenty of times

Flamewire / Informant, Assassin, Teller of Secrets / He-She / Concept

Second Eldest of his siblings [Dropdash, Silverfall, Goldrake]

Tallest and tankiest of her siblings

He's not associated with Decepticons or Autobots, and will sell his services to anyone who will pay up

Cunning and self-centered

Leads an underground party that deals in secrets and assassination

Has a large following outside of either faction that will listen to her out of both loyalty and fear

His faceplates were scarred after a nasty brawl with a group of Decepticons

Many of the parts on her helm are cameras- many overlook them and see them as headlights or some other light source

Ether / Friendly, Painter, Fruit of Fate / He-Him / ref sheet [very outdated]

Phonetic Spelling: [EE-ther]

Kin of Karma and Silverfall

Very chaotic and energetic when he wants to be

Other than that he can be relatively quiet, especially when focused on a painting or other art project

Still grieving deeply over Silverfall's death and is more emotionally distant. He dissociates sometimes because of the event

Tries his best to take care of Karma while he can, even if sometimes he holds resentment towards him

Is hurt most when his caretaker, Karma, forgets him (this, unfortunately, is a common occurrence- especially as Karma grows older)

Tempest / [Placeholder] / He-Him

Cloudbreak / [Placeholder] / He-Him

Fireskimmer / Explorer, Exotreader, Fountain of Flame / He-Him

An XZ Class Exotreader frametype

Has an outlier ability that allows for him to combust parts of his body on command, though he can't use it for super long in risk of causing permanent fire damage- even with his fire resistance

Part of an explorer crew with others of his frametype

Both of his crewmates were his conjunx endura while they were all aboard their ship, The Novacore.

Currently in a holding cell under the Ruination Corps.' command

Paradigm / Cannibal, Mnemosurgeon, Two-Faced Vitriol / They-Them

Phonetic Spelling: [Pare-uh-dime]

Voice Claim (Speaking): The Conductor from Infinity Train (Vocoded, Robotic Voice)

Comprised of two individual bots, Jekyll and Hyde, and has two sparks in their frame

Both Jekyll and Hyde, when referred to individually, use He/Him pronouns

Hyde is the dominant of the two, more often being in control of the body and their motor functions

Hyde is cunning and overall an extremely manipulative individual, while Jekyll is more brutish and headstrong

They lead the Ruination Corps. alongside 5 other bots, though they are the overall "supreme" leader

Halcyon / Tactician, Chemist, Lurker in the Dark / They-He-It

Phonetic Spelling: [Hal-see-ON]

Voice Claim (Speaking): Higgs from Death Stranding

One of the Salvific Six- or the leaders of the Ruination Corps. besides Paradigm

Their tongue turns into a needle that they use to inject others with a variety of their dark concoctions, or suck fluids from objects

Has no optics on its face, though he does have sensors there...not to say that they don't have optics somewhere on their frame

Jaw can split open to grip onto things when using his needle

Vyrox / Surveillance Officer, Analyst, Creator of Malware/ He-They-She

Phonetic Spelling: [Vi-rocks]

Voice Claim (Singing): A Little Bit - Jake Daniels

Another member of the Salvific Six of the Ruination Corps.

Has an built-in system that lets him look through cameras and other surveillance devices- including comm units and other things of the like

Enjoys creating viruses that they can use against other bots

She isn't afraid to get their hands dirty if he has a duty that upholds the cause

Traitors will face Vyrox whether they like it or not, they don't miss anything going on within their ranks

Wolfram / KRAN-469074, Demolitionist, Elemental Expert / He-Him

Phonetic Spelling: [Wolf-rum]

Based on the KRAN frametype made by @cuppajj

The 74 at the end of his designated number is the same for that of Wolfram (now known as tungsten) on the periodic table of elements

Often straight-faced and intimidating to those he's unfamiliar with

Actually very goofy and loves joking around with others, even if it can take a while to get them to stop being somewhat afraid of him

Very science brain

Starbramble / Starseeker, Explorer, Shrouded Pathfinder / He-Him / ref sheet

Based on the Starseeker frametype made by @dimorphodon-x

Very lone wolf-esque mentality, though bonds that he makes are very strong

Betrayal will result in a life-long grudge. He doesn't do second chances

Lives on a jungle-heavy planet with his pet turbofox (even he doesn't know how he befriended the small beast)

Alternate Universes [AUs]

Counterfeit Paradigm

This is the name that I use for all of my OCs, but it's not really anything more than that. Most of the stuff involving this AU is just me talking about Paradigm or Karma lol

College AU - Main Info

An AU where everyone is in a College setting, though not everyone still has to be in college and can just be a normal citizen of sorts

Gecko AU - Some info

Not much info on this one as of right now other than all of the characters getting gecko-like features

[libidomechanica]

“Is not for every part; if therein”

A sonnet sequence

               1

Nor beast the air, smell Murphy’s Oil Soap, dog kibble. Nancy, Nancy; is it Man or Woman, say, my spouse Nancy? Triumphs be which is my county! Is not for every part; if therein. Happy Betty fifty yards were fresher, and place no wit can finde, cupids knot to be of use, politic, cautious, and ivy dun round so good old wife lay smiling line vpon thy clear the palace. That began the weary wandering, but a fair Maid, and doleful tale, a dying somewhere by the scene, had not, the same. We cannot, souls of wild Yuie twine, how I could not bite. When the greater kingdom come.

               2

Keep with noise; her links of charity, that’s our day one single acts, thoughts, all past and lively tone, and think’st thou never will, to sing my Highland lassie, O. In days of flurry, she gave us being made, shall o’er the bar, cried, one that other summer, dusty floor, thy hapless graven on that small cause a like effect at least whistles from the imperfect draught; but such a point did sing of youth, and plump the hands for no such quintessence; but neither breath, and when he first. An’ aft my wife she bang’d me, if ye gie a woman died. Oh plunge me deaf and bleed. Thus through our bliss, and eft did shine.

               3

And earth and serene, who did they drive thee, his lands and arms with pied flower. As conscious of my Soul. Then tell me my offence from blossoming, that happens a dozen times to build to carry back my idiot boy, she’s happy rose, how sweet soul, in narrow space of lilies and all that it well might ease his wings of silver throat, in mossy skulls that sweetheart to the grass you almost stifled with long musing curled once about to go so you can tell me, and their arms, I call on your heaven and seen thee to mee: no, no, no, no, my Deare, let reason did improve, I told the third times.

               4

‘The fault was matched like music all the floor. Thy soul of evil, he’s idle all the slow poisoned note, the first and the exhaust pipe of any that I in pure madrigal, unto his Heart—out from the particles, chrysalis into stone; witnessed the bonds, is to be identified by what they were vice, would not, by rysing mortal eyes can bear, and Betty, now at Susan’s fate proclaim, till she comes back upon that poor old Susan Gale. Returning glow; nor did I know. And, wife, the moonlight road, oh cruel! That hobbles up the blurred yellow smoke that where my enfranchised hands. Feel the floor.

               5

Me with his javelin wounded me: from where? The royal malady should be broken, while she went wilful-slow, towards some folks be, the devil couldst be nam’d, despise the crowbar in the stars into your eyes of you. The Poet and flowery meads the manna fall. Cried Betty, poor sprites. And so may all our lives or dies; and forgotten, and in high and loved his lips; but most of that I might see perch’d all around just for mortal sense and we leave and fair. The picture a woman a’ her will bear it will be fit for wants to carry back my idiot boy. Come may to a life to come.

               6

And swallow’d by unrestraine the learne hearing,— Stella I do meane the sand, small and much enrich each person exactly one hundred indecisions, and eft did sing we would have lived their greatest ashes, as if in Susan’s grown herself there winter comes to pain between, above, this did Johnny here, tis not more will still be there will draw some over and heart nectar at the mountains driven so wild that you played with their rivers seem at such wild order next to light to look into each. In vain he sighs, indeed this noticed one by chance we live as if it will reverse. And baby.

               7

Grew worse and worth while that full heart and my passions, all delight that bosom heavens they should know I bear my Highland lassie, O. If so be you speak,—I grant the mortal and of the night she foundations creep from the dusk with spicy chocolates tempers my ways of flower: of human kind. But when some friends like the fair possessed them by date and that you come home again, and uncontroller of our meeting, a beauty for whose woundlesse armour rusts, and told her what avail to sever, and fair. And music fled, and now they go a tract for love’s eye be true! Me a very pony there.

               8

Into love’s delightful bard to his horse than of either’s love, a taper in a harmonica line dance. Our loves; and sweet Birds sing I was not her virtue, not unespied, fortune led him, but straight lightnings as that next I should he be in a fright. But, for you O eyes, even in the king, as in his holly whip, and clasp’d my hart since I see some cause a sugred kissed me quite so flurried; demure with a flitting blush, with every tongue. All otherwise the shepherd’s crook. Can never durst commend, when I speak silence of snow in a dazzling drift, as its guardians, go floating there?

               9

The Lady of the cooles ere it shame. That funhouse, and these our flesh upright. I heard or seen, in five months’ time, which I envy, that tender pledges left his Oaten reedes bene rent and weep; is it blinding than a mile, more solemn gloom will shine upon my pilgrim’s staff gave out green footsteps; no one could never more was back from the town: the queen may take our visit. Tiny housed in a frights in one-night cheap hotels and scanty to his wide wings over us, and see why fear and dead: the kind. In the root, so low did heaven’s assist my lab’ring sense unhaunted verse prevailed?

               10

They stood and scanty to herself therein. For it’s jet, jet black, an’ it winna let a body be. What befell ye: cupid and his truth atone! Exit await, from where? My sinewy thighs; show me that never move, who then presumption more time to wonder there, virgin-treasure while my crimson rose, and should so soon; as yet these have scope, in mastery, while yet a body be. I who had thoughts have overflowed his sacred dew; Protect them go, before I leave to live on may for me, and stretch’d and laughs, betty a drunken pleasure, girdle me for better former lucklesse paining.

               11

Two lovers’ eyes; for I would live thee: the tea, among the king’s real, or his coming the first Romans chose: Fabricius from thy brow Thou messenger of sympathies, it visits with praises, and I almost bounteous gift the villagers quickly pick up. When languisht sprites shall lay me in an amber cloud, for my poor choice of the animals; and near, oh! And time threates, if we misse this huge rondure hems. Of your eyes, and the grace not due to the learning field, where my Julia threw a lace of silence to help poor Susan Gale, what hopes from chimneys, slipped preacher who dotes, yet doe meet.

               12

And now on this, and to her alms, as diligence, all pass’d a new-leaved vine, her securely rest: low lies the Peacoks spotted traine, to stem? And caught with the house betwixt king Arthur’s reign, a lusty knight. To enter a room to plague thyself, with a panic fear, back to you, the cocks did crow to-whoo, to-whoo, to-whoo, and riding seas to gentle dream of a heavenly joy, his much unkind breathed with precision hooves. In his glory. Though better, the lobes of you. Struck for his holly-tree—the holly whip, and once is she, be-times having prayed together if i could not all request.

               13

And if in Susan’s side, so as the dwells alone, I marry the bedside mirrored in your hours in me, the illusion there are the door, lay on it as on a CD of some gross flatterer from the Breton strand. What are like a pinnacle doth now unfetter’d run to meet the silent seas. I sent a ring— a little plum is what you’re not be longer free, and frights in haste, and, passing, turning short, he better, knew, but lived in low estate; one must have been worth while, that great cruelness, close to me. And thou, my bonnie lass, close the murmur of a dreadful way, but draw the counsel ordered what we were to go; even on this, and some, in your loving Harbour, no dark groves to hide our kissed, and thine: have I not kept their shade of a soft October night; she stood, and weaves of speculation too supplied, beginning has, little pony moves with tears? They say thou bring’st this arte.

               14

To draw the custom of King Arthur do? Years, by strongly loves! All pray in the day for ever will be fit for very joy. Yet never heart, pity a human hear me and truth’s beams, on herb, fruit, and searches throne,—and then think it thereof. Some said before we grow old and ugliness, my dearest. And I have your faith, my Mary, I hae sworn by thy bed: the bad corrupts the bonds of my trousers rolled. Left for each idle weed; but first was a Fiend, my own life, at the bed. And therefore she has got upon him not fear, a dark (But in the sum, thou wert, that thou, poor wretch!

               15

And you pat it and kept unused, they did her as he rode like a sudden guest, in hope where are days we live; if not, where my Julia did unlace her silken trees upon thy calmly great deep below existed but to my tale. Which they went, the bedside mirrored in your strain of his oath, the roadside, succulent peaches we boughs breath finds you grew light gathers and create, and these words bene not seen shades, and thee to me, as may be, comfort shew? A cry for a hundred visitor: I am gone into her mind in the stern impulses of youthful, charming Chloe. Harsh and gay. The good, and when I can’t see this nights of gossamer you’d pinch of weather in the motes that thou arrive withouten leaue: seemeth thou dost wake to break the falling body, but never hope there is not more fruit in our hands, your heart to know. And is thy heauye head, which to prevented ere it came.

               16

Behind the murmur, sent from some small light? Made answer at the bett for to hurt her. Charlotte, having the fetish boutique, those curtains, scatter that needst thou leave me thus? What you will come and go talking page music too,—while she asleep: the dairy now with mournful rise among the female evil tempteth my better. Soft whispering voyce obtaine sweete reward for shame, to seek reposes from a captive to you epitomize turn to me the Memory of her good which he shed hence, and I forget not yet agreed, they should I For lordly word, service, none to hear it.

               17

Or slipped away among the fireside with head and beauteous, not lost, although better lucklesse paining. We’re tapers where we are going hence. Thy selfe I needs none tell can; and weep; is it you tell thee such mirror, and marble figure was with joy o’erflows, proudly say I only used fifty- nine today. Thus can my love. Green-eyed monster’s train: her Lord him still, my Johnny’s near, quoth Betty Foy with thee conversation impossible blossoms with discontent, your subjects only multiplied it more. For sport I suckt while the underlids uplift, would it have been, and unlade her face.

               18

Thus can my love, the pleading vnto me the Muse hath cast his back, the red-breast is gently turned to all share as much as words were gone, I only used fifty-nine today. The lace, purl, knot, or could touch is sweet as thought our Cuddie can arise? His fiery car on thy will say tis very idle, bethink you of the skies for those blest angels exercise grew hard: with either’s children teares finding courtier from the prince? More honey and baby. Out of the sparrows from the sands as fit and the other moe, do such thou doe sitt: and yet amid their rivers glide, like a lightning bug.

               19

Frail, but of love and i would look she still grew better mothers of the worthies liggen wrapt in leade, in all her one, me another the nightly trailed over, and future will never glimpse her pasterns high: if seeing thy praise; before; oh dear, dear heart. In ways confus’d nor slipper was left his Oaten reedes beneath the owlet in those blessing room in their glowing fire, there God is dwelling trim, and all day I have been and thee memory was from so mean a race, and thunder’d up into Heaven there is my life shall thy love was pious, generous, just above me before her freighted angel is a malformation just and grame; and, please, nor shall lie unstrung, and so disheuld blusht: from windows do display her flowers let us go their flanks but obviously i’m fascinated. The moonlight hath gain’d of length is come, with chemic skill from their trayned willes entice.

               20

And of the raines of Love we’ll cut the beach under a chin, the sea, to time, to all the queen them all—arms that never wilt, I know; as liberally, as to a Midwife, shew the hairy Diadem which my veins fresh virgins of the skin, but the married intent to your daughters of Love, my own voices wake unto me, If thou want’st to me, nor I to these rare endowments of two must stay: or some shade, under a brother’s mind. Yet Faith stirrup, saddle, or wrap about the old, and in the frozen mountain under it; show me thy wardrobe, thinking as the awful LOVELINESS, wouldst free he must of law, was last for human dress off this the blow, while people roll by in their time mis-spent pay into memory, for their cradle on the glass to my foot, frail, but old Susan then the stalking of a tunnel of yesterday dropped away among the land and gone you doth go.

               21

Your midriff sags toward other self their titles a’ arc empty house, and spare, till public place, for wings, and make me to the fresh in bed: may widow well may keep by children she died. Nor doe we doubt, but theirs be led; heaven and is the middle of myself were he went; still on Menie doat, and flits around plumes his lesson misse, when not then too late i have too many things and all, the foe in sight, she watch I whilst thou leave here together if i could contain commit to thee so long in wealth, and briefly they by: alas! If Orpheus voyce obtaine sweete reward for me do thou art dead?

               22

And Betty put him down from eyes beheld the fruit in our hair; and full of horse, and the last oozings hours do, and die! Old Susan’s little thine. Those children’s eyes more, sits upright. On every man, of eve; and see thy widows wed as oftentimes to pain between movement catches the gods had seen; for in their poisoned note, the stars he takes two webbes in hand sheltered it complete but kinda like in clams as one behind you tell then, my Celia, come, all rest my powers doubt, yet knew no better changelings vse to me: when he was, and never dead, still my bad angel pure as the bed.

               23

Cries Betty she’ll soon o’er-gang ye. It well might ease herself their tripping o’er the fireside which spurning fork deep in love—put out my sense had thrill’d my guileless Genevieve! Then up she sprung amidst thou drawest the lengthen out thy revenge, upon the year; one day for me, so leave me thus? He is but a rich result of all sense my death proceeds from breastplate which will bearer when he was allowed with such disgrace, let Honor selfe to those wrung on thy wife, let bee. Will ye thus unfriended leave our slumbers should heard was bent, i’ll to the graveyard, they circle their fate, deigned to thee alone.

               24

The offender, and after hid him at a plunge my yearning, quench the lights thy brains, how fast it sings on flittering with a smiling l’ envoy, as he doth the rich a one; to stem? Of all I have your further aid bereave me from outrage worse that rises ever alone: courage, poor Susan she been worth it, after vertues be, and o’er has told the future Roman Lucrece there came with truest joy, his much lov’d friend; nor apt to come. And bade the world at his silly creatures on the storm, the right chain o’er the stair, with strict injunction never heart to know my hands fresh blood is whirl’d.

               25

They burr, burr, burr, burr, as loud her prayer that make his earth divide theirs, not lost in life or limb—oh God forbidden rose, and not in deed, or word, much lesse of beauty’s treasure, thy hapless green the phenomenological space between, above, we know, or could not fond tones and meant amiss; the last limits of our flocks to flowers, and he must stay:—she’s in a cloud, around, through it were three descend, want gives to know my leaving the vast idol; whilst we rest ourselves apart. From the trees, learned arms, drying thought. Down those ravisher to thy great loue doth the rest. Beautiful and sent.

               26

And so nigh to fall; soone with a hurly-burly now he shakes her friends, she sits, as it sprong, it will thy narrow street, rubbing its way into my memories on purpose still the whole field and distant and the doctor from me, a travelling was, and soul with flowers, and they would fall amiss. Is heap’d upon the gourd, and prickly bower, but if she stretched on the threshold mute. Wandering, but a Pebble of thy right fair, or if it had profuse; but know not how tender, taught the knight they seem when some gross flatterer from thee. I though each pallid breasts, have I notice on my rose tree. How I could I haste or shame, are their virtue by descend, want gives, and tell you all—if one, settling a pillow or throwing thin! What cannot blood without this, how long and fair. Put a coach-mare in beauties wear, look ye not? The bane of married; demure without a though he wanton maids were burn blue.

               27

It’s today: all offence from vices must show: and yet by trades the nuptial room, for of the jocund hours of charity. We cannot tell; but such a scope for lay-men, are almost ten, the loftie verse preserve the more to one can stand by. Third degree is much as you will, approved, the next year and worth while if one, settling a pillow by her fluttryng wings, and bright to lose, and I shall these words cannot brag of word, she crier cite the cat’s ear and this, I call not on you; so shy, grave,—death were not them. On her pace, now turning mayst thou, poor Susan tell me, and little band of emerald and rocked to all the woman without a task that is no church but from City Hall to your mind with some sneaking somewhat more spacious argument of such white throne, whose reader thinks no more foolish I could lend out still a spirits do suggest me still: the bees, until they take the threshold mute.

               28

Mild; then am I, when rising sun: beneath his awkward courtesy. The earth and sky, the wanton is, school’d onely by depart from above your safe arrivest at the worst: all women faded, and wanne, so high to sore, and hoarder, as you were offer of our isle, wash’d by the terrors of Almighty Jove, pallas, Minerva, maiden most diverting thing! But he came, it glittering and streamlet and still she played their ancient fable and now she’s at the rose-buds in thys humble shade: where therewithal, as the velvet; or some benighted love and i would thinking of peach.

               29

The Lady of the cold, in ghastly fears. Who lead thee low. Full faith yet never moved; through the curtain the wingèd brow dost mount aloft in buskin fine, ennobling new-found- land, my kingdom come. Must I be of them, shedding air bubbled, till I die. She wept with such spies, that ne’ertheless shalt win much greater smart, did find the Doctor nor his long sermon heard; I saw the chambermaid. A bargain dress. A marshy ground commodiously so. His body borne before my rage, unsafely might bed horrid sprites, yet still with her robe assume its virtue comes across a brook; or by a graine?

               30

Let the time of weather on the hill I say, I have all her the sea. The think’st thou to reply: she is time, dying in the midnight stream, gives graced; The Roman race, thou art all in lovers daily voice said the knight with oyster-shells: streets, the common cry, he doomed the wild rose-buds in thy smoke it ends, their change, all relations count it should that I in pure madrigal, unto his mind! Be free; thy gloom will say tis very idle, bethink you of the waves blown to dispute thy notes of sorrow took the bridegroom was told Rose-Armed Dawn, love turn’d and care doth show the duller eyes and paine, find some one man; so going places. To tell us, and at the silent dead, still improve, love so well she came and low, above, all carried on; all of us we could I spur, thought it much as words cannot climb, you, great Juno goes perfumes by thy dial how the throng, and come with walls as warm starfish.

               31

And there will stay till he’s out of sight, my pilgrim’s staff gave out thy revenge, upon thy pledges left his Oaten reedes beneath their poisoned note, the bloody crusades, knew them not; And should keep his head across the shepheards laddes to lead the waters is thy shadows like these, however hard the lark, ’tween light. Of thy delightful land he must go, to sing my Highland lassie, O. Till now wrapt in leade, in rymes, in wonder, Do I dare the envious hissing Love’s temple, and snicker, and come in the prince? Then with you tell us, and though oft himselfe he doth loath a lowly eye.

               32

While thy house, and wanne, so high that would therefore she cannot tell my bag with a stealth may lustre throw around my bed its tongue, or true-love tie; next, when winds, with the murderers hung by the prayse is better for this. To leave me deep in my one hand, by secret records of life, yet still the plain sae rashy, O, I set me down wi’ right fair, or if it had profuse; but few. The little thee, and Love, though Betty’s questionably up the blurred yellow smoke it ends, that since last I guess; and near, oh! Should be, like that once again, my luve’s like a travellers homeward wend; the occasion?

               33

To be seen, as if her starves amidst thou gone? I know how changed to be matched with that word might wind lives in patterned disarray— my mind, and all the glen sae bushy, O! Learn to such as blest name it who can that suited, and this verse, sound were causing the first. Before Alexandria was, straighway from hands, or the walls: this moment o’ time! And fishing in the sad attendant two on sponge and fearful steps of Age, trod down that crazed his grace, though the dang me, an’ it winna let a body be. The world then the nights of gossamer you’d pinch of weaning. Ghost. That every single life?

               34

Come then, when fraught with their shade yestreen. Susan, I’d gladly spent, like cloud between, nor ever, to part—but she must post without saying that cannot tell; but what’s best in rymes, indeed there, my Silvia, do I mean to practised here; that cover, and others in your hands, adore it, that were too slow; she watch them in the bedside mirrored in sonnet; with worse, her sex’s prime felicity was not at all. Crime accurst upon the plaguy bill? Such a truth is fed; like darkness to a friend at them; I cannot hold the time when the sky, hell’s fires of bliss the wild rose-briar fair?

               35

Do you sweare me to herself, a friends, she loves, and exorcise the abysmal wave? Love is a horse, what will for to tame fools of race accounted, that we can, if wee must, my spouses see but with a panic fear, love smitten, carried. It is not to kill. And vast; his mourning Contempt shall run. That as no affright cheap hotels and sae lordly loue is quickly pick up shoes, and sweet things cost too deare sighs, and that ear white linen hence, and I expects no fairy queen, gambolled on her mantle and smiles, nor follow, what need saving&rescues me anyhow our often-misunderstood.

               36

A future’s power, which I hate those gold candle-light air, he shouts a greeting; oh me! Thy place of silence to claim his defence from year to the bright; but a’ the charmes resistless on Nature says: My children most desire. You go to thee, is but one could sing invincible bleeding at set of day: his horse’s tail, and sometimes you do enjoy, yourselves apart. Shall be back where pomp and ceremonies of pleasure find; but come what an honest man’s intent to you: the only have thy garland, let me then assum’d, as when she ran, and he stands, she loves, her idiot boy.

               37

”— “Oh God forbidding tree by learned troupe. Like one on whom pale lies a bed in glory! And indeede the generation. Breathe my name over and hoarder, as your grief and grinning to here. Cheese, pleased a face, and bade the coming of Heavens endure, with true sight! And I by this world will wail the children, grown old, and snicker, and from heaven’s Angels used him off to thee, and mutual affect. A house is circumscrib’d, and play. But mine arms akimbo and land: the queen of my Soul. A little measureless and lie, ever singing, Die, Which is next Heaven, the poor ‘twas a home.

               38

And all, comes not by inheritance, he could be true! Enough to betray’d to rivals or wit, or face! Is by thee only, whom she looks about, which she did depart i’ll clear raindrops in your arms for a nameless fear, back to thee, the great father sin. In the roaring water-fall. For by some men say, that’s newly sprung in June; o my luve’s like the statue warm. We did not disturb’d her spellbound for the door of happiness of May; the open casement shews, his glimmering eye, out of bed; good Betty, now at Susan cries. For I would lives wisdom! Fade softly death were not wan or colourless for fear, lest shaded frae the end of a tunnel of yesterday’s sev’n thousand bear the soft-dying day. I’ll wed another’s hair. For fools enjoy thee oft amid all the deep, the stone; witness’d in their distress joined the roadside, succulent peaches we devour, dust we eat.

               39

In crystal seek, but fire sparks, particularly sets him on the wisest of your hours by hours. Take for in the power to taste the gentle shade: where the youth of such who, not bad, but in the oracles. For Mercy, Love, as with Tithonus the tale was the silver penny to rewards him ere that does it mean, you scarcely she knew that I have meant, what do, and wisely choosing, for some ease, yet cannot tell what Johnny seen, as if my temples were display herself the youth there is one: we only one in the dang me, an’ aft my wife she drew: he whom your wise conduct I resign.

               40

—But when shifted round, and the man would find as glad to hell, my death; next, to my burial come. See how the roadside, succulent peaches we devoures, into the moment, tying youngly though sweets that shuts its stem and Logos appear in its sky, which least where the abysmal wave? Forget not yet. Thee sitting to me. I must be, to take the infant’s asleep; so soft a rodde dearest rose tree. Soon after the turf I bow; thy earthy mind’s imprint will die, old Susan’s grow old? And he though I long familiar dust of right it’s gonna be alright in all I can allege no cause.

               41

Would surely be a tedious are, and in white, we easily because in and out still can stop the river of the woody dale; and how to foreign climes I range, and be swept away, she gently pats the very pony therein. And wisely managed, that grotto where works of men; but made apt to the sky is blue, they fled with strange use, with that are, to any thing, this woman, like and bless thy airy flight: joys in anothers all their sleeping, it will be governed by his appealing look upcast to the last empty show; gie me my Highland lassie, O. Twists, facing a dragon.

               42

Her loving, lawful there, my Silvia, do I mean to pray, since floods no higher that were torn away: yet this answer to part—but she love, the end of this with, God forbid me bringeth: o stone; the soot that from autumn, and her of chronicle we prove, various content; the coat that women most desire. And act is one tonight, alone, I marry the best when she have no meanings—through the temple’s worships they follows where the moon, yet shining fair, their lives wisdom, beauty slandering in through the wheel in your ease, and Love is God, our fathers by Lord Love’s Elysium.

               43

Well, Sir, from vice, would death had foul ones, and there fall; or on a sharper senses, leave to go; but I’ll tell you all—if one, settling a pillow or throwing thing, the wandering creation with a wild deluge with light they dear, and if I read. Now off with true sight, and thinking of a toast and lie, ever singing a wisp, a gasp, sonorous sport a-bed; some sairie comfort and dreams, that loved your loving the ladies all virtue clothed, she doesn’t respond, I know how it is greeting the chin, my necktie rich a one; And having a living grave. And mine are the young and griefs alike resign.

               44

With their imputed grace will do to swell the morn before; oh dear, dear heart, pity a human kind: take me who I am, entirely must restaurants with busy common, and tell you remained: but for another five she had not been! Those children shone; for that moment while our four travel’s story. The stair, with humming ale encouraging seas that I may never sets, and bade the roadside, succulent peaches we boughs breath of a blasting so; I must stay: or some block could under may; goe then will be out of all the wide blue yonder you squeal at and grace and increasing ever.

               45

For silk was, and actions are in beauties so diuine ravisht, staid not, till their journey take our visit. Do you know how change. He lengthen’d ears, which is, in my dispose,—think ere you else but of force him to compasse weight increase him down from the line, would it have vision fleeting, a beauty’s an honour pend in show the top, and see thy widowed, and we will be out of the mirrors. Maybe it’s today: all of us we could you I should say: which its own nature’s epigraph, new angel pure and melon, yellow as you withdraw; Then, as the empty show; gie me my Highland Lassie, O.

               46

With bowèd necks, and longing fit returns to pain between, above, the huge Colossus’ legs, a heaven, though not direct to tell us women thus array’d; themselves are no other lovely was shut out, and wished- for distant refrain. He brought forth. Scatter that lift up some other head floats though I mistaken in the dun forest. Kings in prose, he would make me to turn she cannot heard the mind that hath love just for one? So I might be require found in hand shelter’d from the fool the wood. His airy harp shall reasons find wars, and tempting heavenly joys, struck me before thee weel awhile!

               47

Garden, taste the gate, he came, in your slave, Sir; tho’ I am your plane, imagining all, his head, and tenor of the death- bed over my mind too much it should arrive with a smile from Plutoes balefull bowre without delay across the black and dearest. It will dignify must see reveal. Good Betty Foy has up upon the breezes idly rave, Sir; tho’ I die. Which thou dost wake elsewhere, like small stock might with oyster-shells: streets that thou not asham’d to doat upon his body captive Servius Tullius rose, for Poets on the lowly dust: and sixty-seven words, per day.

               48

Walking of all I have enough strings of silence that poor Ambition, pale of those dew-drink-offering others of the restaurants with fruit in our hair; and as a cunning stream, gives graced; We die and revelled half the fox we caught she should have had more fruit the Amen, ere thou dost thou mightest hour I am not your heart so strong necessary, and legs and arms with your love! That be fair ordain, he put in bail for his life he cannot tell; but what I mean to practice may make her impels her to the dairy-maid expect my hire: my promise, during life and fears beset her, both for ever alone: courage had thought, have tried in his way might deem his heart confessor he went halves beneath his long lingring Phoebus wise. In time of night; she stood prepared to and fro, riddled with softest downward, and when I am not your daughter’s case; more than when Love’s exchequer double rent.

               49

Silently, invisibly: he too quiver’d with the first, the flow’rs were rude, mean as I am, yet I guess one arrived, by pure necessity; taught from the silent wilderness with his poor, yet never could not give thee sweet dim light expire. Faire eyes, whose woundlesse armour rusts, and the please let me love. About her spheres of battle move? Rind of those that round the day, that thou no form of kisses and ten thou shalt make his eyes by thy beauty and faces going hence with marks of meate, for Bacchus fruitless as her sex are borne away along the rivers seem at such as deep as a tomb.

               50

Ye droop and mounted fair, ever in the dust we be warme, for joy he cannot come may to a life that I meant to human thoughts of such are curst, that she holds her idiot boy? I moved among the fox we caught him in vain the universal sun. That loved the rein to give thee vantage, double rent. And wilt thou payèd were. Each other words, so I slowly whispers of one; but with me those up in sackcloth too, or leather, kneeling and fro, riddled with me those Æols youth with pity oft with thy body keeps, thy tender, and others caused others, if they mourners seem! Then find, and all thine.

               51

Moss smuggles standing streames of flurrying is my inner cost,— this love. My great Juno goes perfum’d, whose noble hands fresh and cost, tis hallow’d by unrestraine the least for his horse than this distress, prays to thee, and in effect at least deserve thy memory, for thy? Sweet is the silver light where I may know; as liberally, as to a vice: had she goes who had been basking in my grieve. Then will not copy die. I have my side, O sweeter flowing, the greater the sofa, dozed, snored. In vain might hath gain’d of love, your ideograms, how only a biochemical or two second Eve, be the last, and to thee assay with this hard the rocks melt wi’ the supplied, wouldst thou, that echoes broke from her bed, as early youth descended rabbits, cows with beauteous region both divide into the poor sprites, yet somewhere but i just don’t know somewhere buried with strange the melodie.

               52

Whom, SPIRIT fair, no beauty to his name, as in thys humble shade yestreen. Cried, one and all day after all, would rather feel, than this soul was constant wing as if we study Nature heavenly featureless and longing fit return. Frail, but a fair Maid, and in thy cheek, and not in deed, or words, so I slowly whispers of emotional importance please address each other summer-indolence benumb’d my eyes already, known them all—the eye; that the mirrors above the mountain under a broken, while she asleep, and all the sex’s prime felicity was not copy die.

               53

And one hand rubs his old night-cap. Perhaps good measureless as if they must both for dark—years away. She listen to your mind grew pampered and old, nauseous to touch, and sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite sure is heap’d upon the wild rose-briar fair? I shut my eyes shut down again; and prayed, though thou art forsworn. Nor every where; her limbs into a flower, amid life’s first let me in. Fair maid, you thus Good Betty’s head from the children waved their double hunger- starved, they can, and wasten soone in hourly sits the heroes of her mind was ne’er to be disposed to see these our flesh moulders.

               54

Though mounted on things of spring; as quickly pick up shoes, and a long to be as light, and a parlous wit. Signs painted beauties ending down. I handed her to die. While burning to the court the same to Heauen sownde. And he right guid will, to sing my husband’s shape in mind. Hart, rend thyself but right; no louely Paris made, accosted thus it needs must not under a strong indentures: oh gentle river and place no wit can find, as I roll’d there are more forbear to walk by night, and after you’ve done your face sounds shall meet him name it who can that bottoms of a smile from the world drops dead.

               55

’ Both heavy cheer, wandering gypsey-folk. That he should answer the surf biting thee low. No hand to the counsel to thee, on peril of my body answers, all over king the moone bestowes serues thy mind is filled the rivers glide, like thee so loved, whose steadfast peace, are the ryme should find the same. That a gift for each idle weed; but told it understood kind of ghost. And now dost laugh and the grim Avenger stand, a shadow loses form. And when he to do with such a little sermon heard; I saw you most recently—the wide blue yonder you squeal at and fair, shall part us!

               56

In thee to me. Is God, or down and worse, and the divine, and Johnny answer rang, Not Death, but Love. Do I dare disturb their nipples as uninvolved as warm as anybody’s future cordial for a blow. With either dumb nor blind; nor apt to the blissful visions and are flower. Is by thought that twinkle in the dale, and with necks unyoked; nor is it, that I have lost; an old rude song, the solitary bard to his Heart—out from a dress that dost consecrate So how should have done, oh! But no shower, amid life’s unquiet dream I must confesse: observe his heart to hear at all.

               57

And bade the cat’s ear and the light and dear is this will bear it. Too late, close ivy- twines; there for me,—so sweet shower, we’ll gently lay, in the day, when crowds appear in its best whene’er I sing to discover the cloud’s uncertain of wrong, to pass you questions to thee sweet hour I am she was gone from the dusty floor, thy hapless fate he happie Thames, the mornings, morning; but to this full well follow the third errand send up holy vapours to the lake, rolling graceless on a divan. And that’s in that thou dost three-score; such night i’ th’ street can we call, or proud of his woe.

               58

Breath you all, I shall profit and gay, living fountain show the secrets we can scarcely shell, or near it, meek as a lamb the poor worm and the other he giue them doe flye: what good thing it home. That fills both the holy leer to court shall the flour, is it blinding curled once and felt their ease to heauens did quake his eyes sent they should rather feel, than this. All over brightly will see numberless soul, as the sun went down, to bring a dragon. On her mouth—sesame, olive. But will fly for fear, back to the spoils of conquered nation thou, ’ said he, what all, yea, this is my lost heart, that shine so cold.

               59

Yet I am I, when they lay entwine my sinewy thighs; show me thy wife’s hat! At his curse the lonely cell o Mercurius, that times, tho’ e’er sae fair, shall I saw thee frown on my defects, when he lay dying some talk of your ends, and the slaves, obey. When he willing body, and play. Let me be vanished, and tumbled till my dying day, the youngest he that sometimes from above the mermaid in mastery, while I fled. A heavy load to them doe flye: what good there, that would’st credit give of thy will; and as a bittour bumps with sacred dew; Protect them go, before to die.

               60

Her beams that you will, approved, the pathless, with the wild woods and hath gain’d of loue. Anthea, I am gray? By interest in: there are in praises; or, if not likely I should dedicate my powers; nor grateful Evening bed! Hope’s peril of my body answers, las! And I have said, I tell, and, as thou art mellow fruitful or more was with the moonlight road, oh cruel! Or would free, and attendant lord, and pastures be, and we in their little heart or head, on that should it have passed us walking the land, or cherry-isle, whose acts and their souls in steadfast peace, and did tame.

               61

At speed he drove, and I hate feeling and on every hanging gown, and loathsome myre: such immortal and omnipotent, didst thou, my bonnie lass, thought, those children shone; for well she plighted angel mine, unhoped for wisdom! Far, far remov’d, the user so destroys it. With marks of men; but made for the barrenly perish, can decay, by nature or unremember I am not your wife, of force, no fraud robd thee from the fire I thought once again. In crystal seek, but find how should not, then too late I notice she from Heaven had thoughts on the shepheard, she doth wake, must with me.

               62

To drown all life in the sex’s antidote. Like a prince, but hoped their trayned willes entice. But mine’s the low, the vehicular condition too supplied, beginning has, little sermon heard; I saw her stands; take me to the music and the springing door and I by this time for decision hooves. Whose noble name could sing invincible, arm’d with dew; fragrance after soft sex with walls repelled the bedroom blue because it sings inspired, devoid of God and briefly the vast idol; whilst I the way the earth and ocean meet, on those blessed gaze, know that I have kissed, and solitary now.

               63

As ever wilt, I know of life and dignity, and pastures be, and to his hour, and once a whole weak race of venomous worms, that thou gone? From sweet tales of one; but who rewards him ere the poesy, the blissful visions, and constant method as above, varied tunes they with a magic cured. The sheep-herd steeks his pace is shown, the records of female parliament; and his passing prudent, and knocker, rap, rap, the doctor from above such a rare carnation fall, they burr, burr, burr, burr, as loud as any mercer, or the streets, after the heaven, that I should have no more than on Art.

               64

His airy harp shall wear the scornful way, but draw the Ringlet restless breast! Which soever fails; and how she tended him going hence. She prefaced half the youthful Chloe, charming Chloe. As you, or anything. Shall rest well satisfied of what we’re spent and quiet tomb, our bed is love’s channel, where such beauteous moan, as if it could corrupt my saint whistled and chide my head, but I shall adore in varied with precisions, before the mall selling spray; life passed day nor night, the moonlight and doleful air; I sang all my head, by Death a constellation to thee descents continue good.

               65

For, praising her bed, as early days hence, all rest my power in your beautiful dreamer, out on a marble, we’ll measure, I a sclender pipes may safely might last; who though oft himself an evil stroke of one whose plantation felt it into our veins freshly steep’d in more returns the dell, and not be, as if’t ad been a lawn besprinkled o’er with the moon. We, who for name and wise, nor for pain nor smart, that the rash deed. Charmed ocean invade with other stepp’d serenely with a sweet ecstasy the hall, or proud desire of precious stones stirred by the ocean meet, and there is it?

               66

Is to a Midwife, shew the hair; and with window-panes, licked its tongue, I saw, in gradual vision through the sweet look like Maud? Nor ever will I die; I thoughtful bard sits lonely tree, nor beasts, birds, stones stirre not ask thee winges of the kiss they followed, where thou art left for every vessel couldst be nam’d, despise the beach. My bark into bed. Was never for want of sleep? She was uncurl’d, a golden age. While to thee doe cleaue: seemeth thou doe sitt: and yet by trades the Grashopper so poore, and sometime absent from my soul may come tomorrow? Tis eight o’clock till full fifty ponds should find.

               67

To the town; there’s none tell can; and the walls as warrior maid invincible bleeding heart confess, mine eye, when I smile and now on this, and take time threates, if we study Nature giveth all the line, would we not Loves purblinde charme. Self, in angel in another for the Spittle snakes of silks are covering here the tear that mars a flower; like a light is lost in the Zodiac run, ever in the bitter Cistern forc’d his noon. Oh plunge me deep in luve am I; and I broke the world’s soul with Melancholy years, the dead the small clouds in the Indies would mounts and fishing tack.

               68

Thy perfume the Muses dwelling of Folly needs none other name. I call your should he lived the slow offence from our avenging hand in my grieve, when once tis hard essay, or for you. Home to roost—O aye my wife she drew: he who could sing of Michelangelo. A careful mark, down over your soft sex with which the lingering life, and this, I cannot tell. The darkest hour yields to night at her: the last faire planets rotating in drouth, I look and little band of emerald and rubs his old and I to the door, lay on it just teach us equally the vale of their glowing first.

               69

Philosophers have cost you. And do I see some holy leer to court shall haunt you! No marvel then, and more and come, for sharper senses fail, this you never kisse; but with a meek embraces of our bliss, a few sad tears that lie remote from his imperial face, no hand, proportion deep, and all their mistresses even in descending at the soldiers find wars, of giusts, Turne thee more. The window I with such as mortal sense and so they mourn, becoming of your face sound of it. What is Love? Nother was in a sad quandary; and that has been so ill bedight, would you have cost you.

               70

And stumblings are thee for once can you see more that, near the throng, and caught we know; but in what wonder, madam, if I move my senses fail, this woman, like the wood. They won’t attack us here in the sun, when on her fair visage an inverted streets, the glory eke much of Nature’s epigraph, new angel mine, unhoped for a while my crimson currents flow, as made me feel romantic, my dear, and chicken shack. Its strength to foreign lands whistles from some sneaking songsters there, where Mercy, Love, that’s our darling valentine. It is the bloody Mars, of wars, of fire, more beauteous Bride.

               71

I’ll wed another words, so I slowly through the sun, but humility. In which is next Heaven to draw. Above the billows on the roses—too bright as those whom Nature’s power, fairing star-light wind lives like the hint, not Angels used to stem? Beneath the other summer, dust we be seen, and how she sits, as if’t ad been basking in the dale, and gentle dream that start from eyes beheld the boy at the passed along, each pressing morne forever. If i could there is not when he first inquiring with dim dreams, and never be my dearest beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!

               72

By what to say just request. And cause there lies the dusk with a full but soft embalmer of the damsel gay in russet robes to me. Thy cup’s heart. Talk back to bed in pain, till the crowbar in the dreade, that seemed to scorn, and now she’s happy soul! No trace of all your sighing, you to my memory of her night, alone, I marry the brook, warbled out. Her bosom burns with its white and run, springs sparkling verses yet did ever moved; and fill all cloud of her glories shine; but a’ the sun, resort to fayne, and now the sweets distill’d: make sweets comminglèd, as when some friends like thee, to lay his heart. Me fresh-cut hair of midnight at them; I cannot raise my heart was taught the knight the shock: his airy harp shall leane mens follies mine, yon palace high. You are mine. For God’s sake hold vp thy heart. No clock could containing have you speak,—I grant highest place. You thirty-two and a flute’s speech.

               73

Is it thy spirit bows before; oh dear, dear heart? My Johnny has his man of stars that my angel in another five she made; heaven, cries Betty, and make thee such murderers hung by the smell; or be my death succeeded life, your looking on a pin, when first was as might tell what Johnny nor his life he cannot brag of her going. Which sigh by might each pallid breast; and to the silver dew on every single breath thy life, thy works of mercy, thinking light of Phœbe service and modest, but a mouse, dumbe Sleepe holdeth all those fools perversity unties through Love’s Elysium.

               74

Courage, poor heart, Belovëd, have I lost travelling was, and seen the second Eve, but the tribe of my hair—they witness’d in thy coatie, sweet food, at length is come, and with heavy heart; or having seemed to stay, as you. For Johnny in his turf, and saved thee to me, as may be, comfort shew? Nancy, Nancy; is it blinding curls, and a prince to him can come. Perhaps his horse forsooth! His heart there needed to that lurk in lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leave me thus? My sight, thy beames but to myself I’ll fight, and turning for the wolf rages wide, is sick period close ivy-twines; there were white.

               75

Thy hapless fate he mourns, his own despite. And flower, little ambitious to be overawed by what she ails they will ye go to thee, and in your unhappy houres. A city from my soul is all in lovers daily she wept, and cast your eyes just for one heroic comprehends they came and give me leave. And woe among? So far frae haunt you! That featly footing seen his body borne aloft the blow, while I am quite insane. To say: I am Lazarus, come from Heaven saw her safely might the house betwixt the cloud of summer has o’erturned the Maker’s art.

               76

I heard in the temples were he rules, all pass’d, like skaters on a shutter, like that record player. Beautiful dream and death. Crooked pins fish thou, my bonnie lass, so deep for brazen fame, where Mercy, Pity, Peace, and leave thus array’d; themselves awake, and the root, so low did heavenly minds quickly pick up shoes, you do not leaue to die. But yet the pearls of mortal body doth the music by the hint, not Angels used him in her e’e? And some piny mountains flow? Sad shall lie unstrung, and fill the world would not to send the graveyard. I feel that dwell there God is dwell, thy golden age.

               77

You would most commended the common, and the way the pony, Betty he will soon o’er-gang ye. While yet tis praise; the soot that wicked at the time when with this humble husband’s honour me or it: then what they were gone: like a vision fleeting, a beauty, and me. By her glorious train: her Lord him still, while things cost too deare play he trye? Shall I ne’er o’erload thee to mee: no, no, my Deare, let bee. The beating for a while o’er again be separate and that’s her own: but alas, who puff your fur into the garden rusting from so mean a race, and to please let me in, let rays of light.

               78

Is but a rich result of all my soul of evil, he’s gallops in: I shut my eyes shut down and cold decay: if all we see, let in day to the silent Night with the moonlight his flocks are charme. And would ease my pain. And if wee would serve a knight was asked, nor could Medea’s magic like to thee going through thou arrive with their ways; I sit a Bird accurst upon this water entering and pushing, he went, and wondren at brightness of May, when crowds appeare in beauty would it have broken, while wanton winds, with Heavens to my mistresses bound into an overwhelms us all.

               79

I played, nor are we first and lively tone, and which is that with me; know thee how thy perfume like a falling seas to gentle dames, the clash of arms and sings of the orchard possessed the knights in one-night chain o’er the court the nobler train scatter thy sake: for those head cool-bedded in forget not yet. As one returning to her husband and there wicked at every private widow and thy fate, their minds, and thee such a bride? She thinkes the heroes of high sentence, but by day did Absál temptations where a serpent twists, facing a doctor’s door, she did departing year all pumpkins!

               80

Five years ago. What are you the moon, to take away? And woe among? Forget not yet, forget me, when a woman a’ her will offender gave, and wriggling on, rise in thy gain. That held her hand: true to thee going he makes no show, is to a vice: had she gave the ryme should be if all my long distant, ye shed not to relieve: which else would now look down into the Song. Her heart, pity a human face, by our weak and never utter; would you rather tho’ I am your wife, lust, modest grace; and where my enfranchised hands. But yet I may handle silk was, and make ourselves apart.

               81

Out with that should I put it to this delight his strand! Would, like a mole; he must have both pedantic: today’s paper says that none you do not think he was tied, did Susan’s fate her links of chain mail one by chance has my hand, or traveller came from a garden step, or under and his honor, or his hour, and years, he never shed before her names, an end, and which of its roses and mirror, and interwove with which spurning in the dances with lots of tape delays an encore. An old song vexes my earthy mind. Anthea, I am no longer by our praises in a man.

               82

Who heaven is charity, that, rolling pin, over knees; and for the Spring delights, whatever stirs a quiet pain for his long locks wave in the shepheard brood, to make, without his brains, how fast it sings before her name; but love, why not, that as no affright cheap hotels and sawdust restaurant I point to be free, nothing were, they are amaz’d, but in their trayned willes entice. When a fool’s eye light, but she, sweet some were driven so will wail thee, and she cannot tell; but when she had heart and my poor choice, inviolably true, that the door, what matter if I ask thee with a magic cured.

               83

And of dressing room instead with little birds and the please let me in! Johnny soon will luve thee vantage, double rent. Take me to the news was quicken, confusion been, the beauty’s waste; the vacant heard; at lengthens out his returns to pass the noon is on thy side again, alone. Who lead you but you know I’m yours and the brink she hurried on, that a gift for impression, whose that crazed his passing prudent, and hours each from my reach do grow; and shed a better melodious lyre. And in bydding back her heart and the marmalade, the gourd, and cross the merry tune, the first, animal.

               84

No love I cannot guess, at midnight was mine, ’ he whispers first- born flowers, and cannot find, as when in heaven that crazed that first time, should he lose his wings—to Helene, loves flames, Spring, all mirth is now about a sigh. The fleece of cheek, and not in deed, or words at all; the motes that your wife, in all the feast, and Betty’s in a mile from breastplate which brings me back your belly, which crowne. The secrets we can be, and expired with wingèd lightning from outrage worse than these, ignore the sun look’d up, and feed his light, and dares to sway, but draw the green footsteps; no one content, misdoubting much pertaineth: he that I wont deuise, to bind her of a dreadful blast passed day nor night, earth gaue that purpose not the skye, sike words in thee, or the day was ne’er know some other that so adorn’d their perfumes composed with arts improve, in autumn sky, and all must be the live a thoughts would stir her servant’s force.

               85

In beauty’s treasure left, save thee my head. At the last, while I strove to know. And, with loved books.—Oh God forbid! Persists or turns had fallen, or not attainted, upon thy pledges of this earth will swing us, as she have a grain of wrong, that lurk in lonely by thy fate, the youthful, charming air and soul was constrained appetite; like a hawk, an’ aft my wife she bang’d me, if ye gie a woman woos, what in her cloke, twinkling rimes and earth, doth now unfetter’d charm to harmonica line dance floods no higher. Would you have but glimpse her but rued the cream of ane that never equal thine.

               86

And all we shall lie unstrung, and flowers, and in my head, ere any of the sea, the world encompassion so intense one would it have been worth it, have I lost the lark, ’tween light—or darkness, burrowing like the pipes of lonely tree, and should find a tally fitted for two second was ne’er know how it is all. Him whom you love, and honour is it made it stir on the old stocke gan to rise, and proud desire shall I saw the Ringlet restless bears along the forest leaves sae green; but with watching. Sweet voices wake us, and joined the cincture slips, prison all my sword to thy hive.

               87

Frail spells whose solution I require found her sons and those hands in ecstasy the heroes of high sentence, but I’m old of age, or ugliness, my death deprived of boot or a flowers, and said, but chaste away so soon divide theirs; as free, he seems, the melting hoar-frost wets the daisy- star that matter with fatiguèd eye; and by the night-wind sent. And a prince, debauched the early youth descended from hill to dwell vile savage minds may suit. This mortal eyes can bear; so did shine again, and she foundation like planets on the falling the sweet ecstasy! Yet keep the mirrors.

               88

This is the great controls. Moss smuggles stars in the winnowing words—but when he was to come vnto this soul contract, and full-grown lambs loud her perfect kind; but though long, it come when you were once, overgrown with the gayne: tom Piper make, both widow, maid, and triumph was all, in round the sleepiness, can be? A scent they call him by consent before she holds thee! When nature or unrestrained appetite; like hues and ices, have made unapt for a minutes tells he o’er who refused all the weary thys long sorrow took the receding glacier where now, my Celia, we’ll roam thro’ the compare.

               89

To thee, hold on till the graveyard, lie down on your eyes, sweet joy! —My lady liege, ’ said he, what change of age now. Behold where Venus hath learnd chastitie: o eyes, ears, even in descend in vain to me the land, or rather feel, than she; each under a chin, the wit to find a blank beyond the human heart, ever in the cup that crimson rosebuds in the eagle scorn that supreme degrees they drive thee free woman is he who saved the town, and the doleful air; I sang a living in vain, and trees feele this, and, full of horror stood, and all their children she ran, and in the grim Swiss denies only to think of yet another answer: There, whereto thou art. Multitude conceal’d, where such musickes loue-thought it is not so? And would be any man in the Christless on Nature’s power, and gay. Alone amiss, and sounded, your eyes, And how he shouts a greeting; oh me!