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chvnnie · 2 years ago

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Hannie thoughts 🩷

He pursued you so sweetly and now you're expecting a sweet slow courtship. But now that he realizes just how into him you are, he takes full advantage. Rough in the bedroom confident Jisung. 😍 Y/n overwhelmed but secretly loves it.

“courtship” gave me royal vibes. soooOoOOOo

also idk why this is so long!!! im sorry!!! this concept got the best of me!!!

tell me you love royal aus without telling me 🫠

SMUT — MINORS DNI

The kingdom is lucky to have Jisung on their throne. Crowned as a mere teenager, nobody expected the Young King to thrive. What could he possibly know about ruling a kingdom? In three years time, they’ll lose all credibility, and he his head. Just watch; a boy cannot be King.

Within a year, all ill words spoken about the King were silenced. Charismatic, yet shy, he found his footing in royal life with ease. Leading council meetings, carefully listening and fairly judging every case brought to the court. Age is deceiving; the people haven’t had a leader of this quality in many, many years.

It wouldn’t be fair to say Jisung is just a good King. Even though ten years have passed since his coronation, he can still be found dressed in plain clothes without jewels or his crown, riding into town on his precious golden mare. She is cared for by his Hand, and best friend, as he walks the market.

Not a single stall is passed by him, even if the products are the same as the day before. Carefully, he will look over each and every item while making small talk.

“Alright this morning, Sir?”

“Is this a new recipe? The bread is sweeter than usual — it’s wonderful!”

“Oh my, your craft has improved greatly! I am impressed, keep at it!”

And then the King hands them exactly three gold coins even if he has no intention of buying anything. They’ll offer him something; a small item, or a piece of food, but he always denies it. A gift for them. Encouragement. Proof that he sees their skills and what they bring to the kingdom and is appreciative of it. It also reminds them that he truly cares about them as people. Without them, this city wouldn’t flourish the way it does.

Occasionally, he’ll buy something from the baker. He’s particularly fond of the blueberry poppy bread she makes. She’s a good woman; her husband fought hard and loyally for his father, and for that Jisung is eternally grateful for. Some weekends, he’ll visit her in her cottage. Have tea with her, listen to stories of her late beloved and all the great things he did in life.

She always gets five coins. But shush, don’t tell anybody.

At the end of the market is the only stall he’ll buy from everyday. Brown paper, pink twine, white daisies. The same thing, everyday. The florist always gives him a warm smile.

“How is she?”

And it brings a smile to The King’s face. The genuine care in their tones — because he genuinely cares.

“Well.” He digs in his coin purse, always pulling out too many coins. Just speaking about his love tinges his cheeks a dark pink. “As always.”

An exchange — coins, flowers. “When will you wed?”

“Shortly after my celebration day.” He denies the return of extra coins, as usual. “The autumn weather is her favorite.”

“Wish her well for me.”

“Of course.”

Jisung is a man of routine. Personal goodbyes to each and every merchant before he’s back on his horse. The sky is still pink when he’s back at the castle. The Hand takes his horse so the King can walk through the cool halls. Take the winding stairs up to the top level, where the royal family sleeps.

It used to just be him in this hall. Echoey, empty, reminding him of what price has to be paid for him to take the throne.

Not now, though. The room at the opposite end of the hall is now filled, well loved and used.

Taking a right from the staircase brings him to the door. Kindly dismissing the guard, the King knocks three times. A code; announcing himself without having to.

“Come in!”

The curtains are pushed open, fresh sunlight spilling in from the many windows. Yesterday’s daisies are in a crystal vase, sat on the table in the sitting area. Beautifully bloomed, the floral scent filling the golden room.

You’re by the biggest window, sat on the ledge. The glass is pushed open just slightly, letting the spring breeze cool your body. The dress you’re wearing is one of Jisung’s favorites; off the shoulder, a lavender color with little flowers stitched into the neckline with white thread.

The most beautiful soon-to-be Queen the land has ever seen.

“Good morning, petal.” The nickname rolls off his tongue. “Rest well?”

Closing the book, you nod. “And you, my dear?”

“All right.” Only a few steps away, he takes the bouquet out from behind his back and presents it to you. “For you. As always.”

Oh, the bright smile you give him. It’s like he’s falling in love with you all over again. Gracefully, you rise from your seat and take the fresh flowers, bringing to your nose to sniff.

“They’re lovely, Jisung. Thank you.”

Everyday, a peck to his cheek. Quick — you’re far too shy to linger. The King has a routine. So he turns his head just slightly, left side of his face presented to you. Ready to receive your gratitude.

The routine breaks. Swiftly, you walk past your fiancé, taking the flowers to the vase. Leaving him stunned.

Strange.

“I was wondering if today we might ride to the sea?” You don’t look to him as you speak — actually, it looks like you’re trying to hide behind the white flowers. “I’ve been a tad homesick.”

The steps he takes are cautious. “Of course.” Hesitance is laced in his tone. This isn’t your ordinary behavior. “What’s on your mind, darling?”

It’s like you’ve seen a ghost, blood running from your face and eyes widen. But in a snap, the expression is gone. “Oh, nothing. I want to write about the sea, you know how my brother loves it.”

Carefully, Jisung takes a seat on your velvet sofa. “Ah, yes. How is Seungmin?”

“His letters say he is well. The ocean is treating him nicely, though I wish he wouldn’t have chosen that path.”

Son and daughter of a prestigious family. One to be Queen, the other a runaway pirate.

“There’s always room for him in our kingdom. He would do well with us.”

You swallow dryly. What is happening? “The gracious and merciful Young King, what would this world be without you?”

Jisung can’t take this anymore. What has gotten into his beloved? Where is your head at? Grabbing your wrist, he pulls you away from the vase. Making you stand in front of him.

“Speak your worries.”

“I have none, Your Grace—“

“Though merciful, you know I hate to be made a fool.” His eyes narrow, but expression stays soft. “Love, let me help.”

You can’t meet his gaze, staring at the slit in your dress as you speak. “I’m afraid my thoughts are…doubtful.”

“Of?”

Finally, your eyes meet.

“Oh.”

What good is a crown? What good is a throne? What good is this kingdom if you are not by his side? Emotions tear at him, making his lip tremble despite his best efforts.

“Not of that kind.” You quickly reassure, catching the hurt on his face. “You are my love, Jisung. I would never want a life without you.”

“Good, good.” He won’t deny his worry. That isn’t fair to you. “Then what is it?”

Jisung thinks you’re precious. You still get so shy around him, even after years together. Especially when you want to express your feelings or ask for something.

Reassuringly, he rubs his thumb over the top of your hand, still caught in his. “You don’t have to—“

“I don’t want to wait any longer.”

The way you said it, so firm and confident. As if you’ve been pondering this, an opinion you’ve held for a while and are now sure of. The King is taken aback briefly, trying to figure out what your words mean.

“For the wedding?” It’s all he can come up with, but even he doesn’t sound too sure in it. “I’m sure we could plan it for the upcoming solstice, my love, if that’s what you desire.”

You shake your head quickly, and he can tell you’re starting to second guess saying it. “No, no. I want to wed in autumn. I don’t want to wait for you.”

What ever could you mean? Wait for him? Why, he’s right here. Touching you, speaking to you. Are you feeling ill? Those words make no—

Oh.

Oh, how he made himself the fool.

Suddenly, he’s in dire need of wine. Mouth dry, tongue heavy. Though he’s had many, many dreams of you in such a way, never would he push it on you. You felt as if your body was sacred, and he respected that. The King wants nothing but for you to feel comfortable and safe around him. If you were waiting for him, he would be waiting for you as well.

Sometimes the dresses you wear do drive him mad. Form fitting and hugging your curves, or with a lower neckline that he can see down at the right angle. Those have made it hard, and only starved him more. Like dangling bread in front of the hungry.

“Are you certain?” Jisung finally speaks, tone dropping several octaves.

You nod, softly wrapping your other hand around the one he has grasped. It’s so delicate, how you drop to your knees in front of him. Starry eyes blinking at him.

“More than, my King.” You bring the hands to your lips, soft kisses across his knuckles. “My patience is dry. I no longer want to wait for your love.”

“Rise.”

“What?”

“Your King gave you a command.” His demeanor changes like a switch, the feral need he’s drowned for so long rising to the surface. “Rise. No Queen of mine will ever kneel, even for me.”

Your eyes never leave his, standing up fully in front of him. He follows, using your hand as a guide up and into your body. A hand on the left side of your neck, fingers creeping into your perfectly combed hair. It’s used to bring your lips to his, properly kissing you.

Many kisses have been shared between you, but none like this. It’s intense, every pent up and buried feeling finding new life with the movement of your lips. It’s more addictive than the blueberry poppy bread from the baker, tongues desperate for the taste to linger. For the feelings to stay.

Loving you is a greater honor than the crown, the King is sure of it.

He curses your corset, making you giggle when he spins you gracefully to get a better look at it. The tugs on it are rough, eager to get the fabric off your body. Heavens, Jisung knows he loves this dress but does it have to be so dreadful to remove?

It’s too much. Your desires tangle with his own, sparking brighter than the jewels on the crown. Than the gold of coins. The energy it deepens the King’s decent — the hole you’re tumbling into doesn’t have a bottom.

Your nails rip his shirt, accidentally tangling the strings of his pants in your rush. There’s no grace in the first moments. Ready to see each other’s bodies, to touch, to taste. To be one.

The King tries his best to be gentle with you. To give you the sweetest kisses, careful touches. He’s heard stories, knows that it can be too much. The last thing he wants is for you to not find pleasure in this.

But, it can only last for so long. The breaking comes with he accidentally takes your breath away — truly, he didn’t mean to place his hand there. Apologies are ready to fumble out when he sees it.

The look you give him. Shocked, a little frightened. But excited.

Jisung never considered his ego very large, but he’s open to self reflection.

“Oh, petal, is this what you like?” He squeezes your throat, tips of his fingers digging into your soft skin. Though you nod, there’s no real need for an answer. He can feel it in the clench around his cock, the legs hooked around his waist pulling him closer. With a dry laugh, he picks up the pace of his hips. Fucking you hard enough the bed is becoming unstable. “I have to admit my surprise. The shy, gentle Queen likes to be fucked like a common whore.”

As soon as the words leave, he feels a tinge of regret. What harsh words to say to someone he loves—

Do his eyes deceive him? You’re whimpering, nodding your head. Unable to speak from the lack of air, but in full agreement.

Heavens. The King is done for.

“I’m sure they’d be glad to have you at the brothel.” Control is lost, the wooden frame starting to crack under the King’s intense movements. “Let the people have a taste of the King’s favorite cunt.”

“N-no.” You seem to speak. “Only y-you—“

“Aw, don’t be selfish, petal.” He pinches your cheek, finding joy in the tears painting your face. “You know I am a generous ruler.”

Jisung enjoys riling you up like this. Enjoys the tears, the cries, the way you’re twitching and squirming underneath him. Not to escape. No, from the force of something world shattering.

“Are you going to cum?” He teases you. “From those awful threats?”

You cannot help yourself, nodding quickly. Little, soft begs falling from your lips.

Maybe Jisung is power hungry. Maybe the crown has gone to his head. Maybe that’s why he laughs, stopping to leave you right on the edge. You’re so distraught, wide eyed and frantically begging for him to finish.

“Oh, but petal. I never said I would be generous to you.”

#skz smut #stray kids smut #han jisung smut #han smut #jisung smut #chvnnie thots

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lost-inanotherlife · 3 months ago

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Hey, it's the same anon again. Thank you for the reply, I completely relate to everything you wrote!

I'd like to add that people often call Jack an asshole who "doesn't understand" other survivors, but the truth is, other survivors don't understand him either.

For example, I've seen many viewers bashing Jack for snapping at Kate in s1e12, after she retrieved her toy airplane, but they seem to forget the events of the earlier episodes.

Jack was the one who ultimately had to put down the marshal and even buried him by himself (Kate asked him why he didn't burn the marshal with the other bodies in the fuselage, and his answer was "I had to bury him").

Obviously, taking this man's life was a difficult moment for Jack (it's also implied that he sees mercy killing as murder), then just a few days later, Kate casually asks him to dig up the marshal's body, essentially asking him to reopen a painful wound. She then tries to deceive him with the key, and when he keeps his promise to her despite everything, she pulls out a random plastic airplane and shuts him out as if he didn't just desecrate a grave to help her retrieve this seemingly useless toy...

(I love Kate btw don't get me wrong hehe)

Omg Anon I love your cut-to-the-chase approach because YES! "Other survivors don't understand Jack", say it louder for the people in the back!

Let's be clear: I'm NOT making excuses for Jack's behavior. If people check my blog they will see that I call him out quite often. The thing is that I think that the way he reacts kinda makes sense with how the narrative treats him.

Let's take Kate as an example since you've brilliantly pointed out how people tend to side with her and call Jack a douche. Which okay, fair BUT.

Premise: I love Kate. I don't find her relatable at all but she's a goldmine in terms of characters whose potential was squandered because of a love triangle that ended in S3. But I digress.

Kate is a deeply, deeply flawed chatacter like honestly ALL characters on that damn island. This is not a flaw but she is like the other losties in that she sees Jack as an IDEAL.

Of course, compared to other people she actually gets to know him etc. But she's primarily fascinated by Jack because she wants his approval and validation so badly (I'll link some of my metas about this specific topic) sometimes it makes her look a bit... confused.

Take for instance that episode in S1 or maybe 2? where she drugs Jack. Not cool, am I right? Well, Jack finds out and takes it out on her but he's also quite soft about it. Well, to that what does Kate reply? She actually tells Jack in the face something like "how could you even think that I'd do something like that?".

I meaaaaaan, guuuuuurl. Come on. This is Manipulation 101. You can't get mad cause he got you. Change tactics. But no, she insists because she wants Jack The HeroTM to tell her she's a good girl.

I find all this absolutely compelling and fascinating because it makes Kate feel more 3D and alive and real. As any human being who's full of contradictions and unknown desires.

To sum it up: even Kate tends to see Jack not as Jack Shephard, A Real MessTM but as Jack The Good Guy.

If you ask ME who on that crazy island better understood the real Jack I'd say Sawyer.

Their relationshio could have been so much more than a love triangle and I'll forever be mad about it.

Thanks again Anon! Your smart takes give me the excuse to yap and I'm loving every second! Hahhaha!

My Meta about Kate (THEY ARE VERY LONG POSTS): detailed but incomplete analysis of the ep "I Do' (it's incomplete cause nobody was reading it so I stopped posting it).

foundational analysis of Kate, "What Kate Did" is THEE Lost episode.

#asks #lost abc #lost #lost tv series #abc lost #lost rewatch #lost 2024 #lost 2004 #jack shephard #james sawyer ford #kate austen

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nomoreusername · 2 months ago

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The Things We Held On To (Part 2)

Pairing:Aris x female reader

Summary:Just a few hours into the morning shows just how harsh the dynamic of you and Aris is.

Sitting by myself, I ate breakfast as I contemplated life. While I know that it's a bit early for that, being out when the sun is barely rising is the most convenient. I can grab a plate, find a spot by the shore, and wonder how the hell I got here.

Don't get me wrong. I'm more than grateful to have made it. I just don't understand why. Why am I here and basically nobody else from my Maze is? It's just not fair. It's not right. They wanted to live too. They fought right alongside me so why?

Damn, the early mornings are depressing. I don't know why I still come if I know my mind's going to screw me over.

To be fair, it’s not like I have anything better to do. Nobody was out and awake so I may as well sit on the beach and wonder how my life got to this. What else am I supposed to do with my days?

It's weird. I’m supposed to be living in peace and happiness. Instead, I’m still torturing myself over the past. Typical survivors' guilt.

Standing up, I stared at absolutely nothing as I thought about everything and everyone. All the people that I lost and everything that I did wrong. Everyone that could have been saved if I was just better, if I was good enough.

I’m not though, and they're dead. No more Annie or Chelsea or . . . Rachel.

I really, really miss my Rachel. We were supposed to be forever, be a million lifetimes.

If I had just been better we could be.

I wasn't though. I couldn't save her, and now she's dead. Good going Aris. Your lies were really helpful.

‘It’s going to be okay. I’ll come back for you.’

Yeah. I really kept that promise.

While in the middle of internally drowning myself I heard a yelp and painful thud. Quickly turning around, I saw familiar Y/S/C skin and Y/H/C hair laying face down in the ground. Judging from the scratches on her arms and legs and broken branches sticking out of the bush behind her, she has just been standing there for who knows how long.

Storming over to her, I asked a question that I knew the answer to.

“Are you stalking me?”I asked, crossing my arms over my chest as I waited to see if she learned how to tell the truth yet.

“Uh, no?”She asked, lifting her head to reveal her freshly bloodied nose. Then again she knows a lot about blood. The difference is that it's not usually hers.

“So you're just hiding in the bushes for fun?”I pointed out, calling out her lies.

“Yes?”

“Yeah. Sure.”

“Sorry?”

“I really thought that you’d be a better liar by now,”I insulted.

“Listen. I know that-”

“No. I think I’ve listened to people like you enough,”I snapped.

“Aris-”

“Just stop following me. You’ve done enough spying for a lifetime,”I promised, giving her the coldest look that I was capable of before leaving her there. The day’s hardly started, and I’m already done with this. All of it.

Your P.O.V

I want to sit by him. I want to ask why he doesn't just tell everyone my role. I want to explain everything. I want to apologize for the things I did.

I just can't. The very thought of being just two feet near him made me want to vomit. Not because of him specifically. Just because he's the only one who knows. Well, he knows more than everyone else.

Since I’m too much of a coward to find out why I just stay hidden behind the bushes, every now and then glancing at him as I ate breakfast. I mean I know it's a little, or extremely, creepy, but it doesn't look that off. If anyone were to find me I would just be eating where I knew I wouldn't be disturbed and was coincidentally a few yards behind Aris. Pretty average stuff if you ask me.

Then again, I’m pretty delusional sometimes so that doesn't mean much.

Picking at my food, I wondered how the hell I got here. Hiding everything that I did, getting the fake identity of an escaped immune, deceiving people every day, and knowing that it was all for nothing.

I think that's why Aris intrigues me. He could ruin that in the snap of a finger. It's also clear that he hates me so why? Is he just waiting for the perfect time? For the moment I think I can be happy so he can crush it?

No. Probably not. He’s a lot of things, but he doesn't seem revenge hungry. Just tired. He always seems so tired.

To be fair though, he seems physically incapable of getting proper rest, no matter where he is. From the horrors in WCKD to the comfort of the Safe Haven, he doesn't seem to sleep.

Still sitting there, like always I debated walking over and talking to him. I debated apologizing for everything and explaining why it had to go down the way it did.

As always, the part of me that remembered how much he hates me (the logical part) won. It always does.

Sighing, I wished I had the nerve to start a conversation, to ask just one question.

I don't though, so I’ll sit here like a creep instead. I know. What a normal thing to do.

Hearing him stand, I ducked lower and watched him just stare at the water. Tucking his hands into his pockets, he looked like he was taking a breath.

Standing up slightly, I leaned forward to take a closer look at just him. To see if I could find out something about him that nobody else could.

Just then, as I was depending on them, a branch snapped, sending me face first into the sand. Hitting it with a thud, I groaned as I felt something wet drip down my face. Lifting my head, I felt my nose and pulled away to see red liquid.

“Are you stalking me?”Someone asked, making me wish I was still buried in the sand. Slowly looking up, I glanced at Aris, with his arms crossed as he tapped his foot.

“Uh, no?”

“So you're just hiding in the bushes for fun?”

“Yes?”

“Yeah. Sure,”He scoffed.

“Sorry?”

“I really thought that you’d be a better liar by now,”He insulted.

“Listen. I know that-”

“No. I think I’ve listened to people like you enough,”He interrupted.

“Aris-”

“Just stop following me. You’ve done enough spying for a lifetime,”He scowled, glaring at me before leaving me lying there. With a groan, I hit my face back in the sand, turning it the color of my blood. Great. Awesome. I love that.

This is an amazing start to my day. However could it get any better?

× ~ × ~ × ~ ×

I was, to put it lightly, not comfortable. I was not having a good time. I mean who would be?

Somehow every single medic was sick. Every single one except for Aris. Guess who also needed one because she broke her nose? That's right. Me. And guess who was the only one who needed a medic? If you somehow guessed me again, you would be correct.

“What’d you even do?”He asked, holding the rag to my face.

“Fell on the sand,”I mumbled.

“Oh. You mean when you were spying on me in the bushes?”

“I wasn’t really spying. I was just sort of out there, and you were also out there?”

“You know, I don't know how you have anyone fooled. If you get caught this easily you should have been fired before you could even begin.”

“I did what I had to,”I whispered, wincing as he started dabbing the blood.

“You say that, but what does that even mean? Why did you have to torture us?”

“I didn't torture you.”

“But you were on the side of the people who did,”He pointed out.

“I wasn't on anyone’s side. I had someone to protect, and WCKD was the only one that could help with that.”

“Who were you even protecting?”He asked, narrowing his eyes at me.

“It doesn't matter,”I muttered.

“Of course not. Because it was probably yourself,”He sighed, shaking his head as he grabbed another rag. Wiping my nose one more time he handed me the clean one.

“What’s this for?”

“To bite down on,”He answered, like it was obvious.

“Bite down?”

“Yes. Trust me. You're going to need it.”

“Why-”

“Just trust me. It's going to be a lot worse if you don't,”He vaguely explained. Knowing that was the only thing I could accept anyway, I did as he said. “Now hold still,”He directed, putting his hands on my nose, already making me essentially chew on the fabric. “On three, okay?”

Nodding, I just closed my eyes as he seemed completely calm about this.

“One,”He counted, making me flinch as he pinched my nose.

“Two,”He kept going. Before there was another number though, he just hopefully got my face back to normal making me let out a muffled scream through the cotton.

“And done,”He announced as I opened my eyes.

“You said on three,”I got out as he wiped my nose again.

“I know.”

“That was not on three.”

“No. If I actually went on three you may have panicked and moved which would have screwed you up even worse,”He explained.

“I wouldn't have panicked.”

“Yeah. You're welcome for fixing you up.”

“Your job? You mean that?”I snapped, touching my extremely sore face.

“I mean I still say thank you to the Cooks when I get dinner. Then again I have manners, and you're you.”

“What's that supposed to mean?”

“You know what it means.”

“I do say thanks to people,”I defended.

“So just not me then? Got it.”

“Fine. Thank you. Does that make you happy?”

“If I say yes will you leave?”

“You're really frustrating, you know?”

“You know what's actually frustrating? Living with a liar who thinks they're more important than anyone else. Especially when they were on the side of captors yet here we are.”

“I was protecting someone!”I repeated.

“If you just said who, maybe you would be tolerable. Maybe even likable.”

“Screw you,”I snapped, storming out of the medic tent and to anywhere else but near him.

All Parts

Screw him. He doesn't know anything about what I did. He doesn't know anything about me, and he never will.

Next Chapter

#aris x reader #tmr aris #aris tmr #aris maze runner #maze runner aris #the maze runner #tmr #long fanfic #enemies to lovers #slow burn #aris jones #the maze runner fanfiction #part 2

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gray-lord-cat · 3 months ago

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ACTIVE SOARING - Reiner x OC fem reader// CHAP 2 "Ringmaster"

"Ringmaster"

YEAR 845

“Mommy, we’re back!” Manon and I say in unison as we enter her tent.

This time, “The Fabolous Orpheus Circus” will perform in Shiganshina for the anniversary of the construction of the Walls. As a wandering circus, we change places frequently, with no sedentary settlement. Where we go depends on where we’ll perform: sometimes in Wall Maria, usually in Wall Rose, once, when I was little, the circus was invited to court, even in Mitras. Hence, my only friends are Manon and the other kids on the crew, and my family comprises circus performers.

Technically speaking, the Orpheus Circus is made of three families: the Orpheus (who set up the activity, famous for their stunts and trapeze art), the Davidson (famous for their clowning and juggling), and the Schumanns (famous for being animal tamers).

“I’m here, my loves!” Mom calls us from the back of the tent, her voice orotund as always.

She sits by her petineuse, putting make-up on her face for her performance. My mother, also known as “Moira” (the name was given by her best friend, Aunt Lara), is often described as beautiful, and she truly is. I always wished to have her straight hair, instead, we got dad’s crazy curls; thank god I have Manon who takes care of both of our hair, setting the curls in a perfect curled shape.

Today, Mom’s show is called “Flying to the Moon”, which includes using suspended bars or swings, gracefully soaring through the air, and executing a mesmerizing array of twists, spins, flips, and daring maneuvers. I know she’ll leave the audience breathtaking with her performances high above the ground, with her daring skills and aerial prowess. As always. I hope to be able to fly like her one day. To break a spear in my favor, I’m pretty good for my age, more than my sister, who lately gave up on attending the lessons mom gives us.

“Hello Mommy” Manon deceitfully goes behind her and kisses her made-up cheek.

I would do the same, but my sister is the mastermind when it comes to deceiving our parents into giving us something we want. It works every time with dad, but with mom, it’s another story.

“You look beautiful today, mama,” I say, trying to help the cause.

“’today’? You know I don’t like when people put a limit to my beauty, honey”

My sister glares at me as for saying ‘I’ve got this, leave it to me’.

Go for it, Manny

“No mama, you always look beautiful” says Manon, curling her hair in her tiny fist

“Girls, the answer is no, you’re not going to perform today” damn

“Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease-” “That is not fair, you told us we were ready for the crowd! Are you embarrassed of us? Are we that bad with the trapeze and you lied to us?-” “-pleasepleasepleaseplease”

“Enough, both of you. You will not be up there today. And the reason is because I said so.” She says with a stern voice, putting her make-up palette down with force so that even the petineuse jumps.

We both shut up. Our mother sighs, rubbing her temples, trying to calm down. She always had a short temper but tries her best with us, and always calms herself when she yells at us. She slowly gets up from the furniture

“But Dad said we could do it…” I try to interfere

“And I should care about what your father said because…?”

“… because… he’s the other parent…?”

“That’s right. But after I spent more than 9 months waiting for you two to come out, in pain and in heat, and after pushing you all out of me for almost two days, happily discovering that I just had twins in a stall” she said threateningly in one breath “I get to have the final decision”

Manon and I share a glance. Peaks of having a twin is telepathy. We’re done here

“fine fine”

“c’mon go put your costumes on. Victoria, you are gonna be the ringmasters along with your father”

“I wanted to do that!” “ugh, I hate doing that. I want to fly with you!” Manon and I both yell at the same time, then grin at each other. We'll delight ourselves in an ancient technique used by every identical twin. Swapping.

The ringmaster is the master of ceremonies that introduces the circus acts to the audience. Sometimes, like in this case, the ringmaster is the owner and artistic director of the circus. My father descends from a family of circus performers, the Orpheus. As I mentioned, they are famous for their acrobatics and trapeze dancing and my dad was one of these athletes, known as “Mercury”. When he was young, he was my mother's partner in these stunts and so together they were known as “Moira and Mercury, the marvelous perilous”.

However, one day, way before my sister and I were born, during a rehearsal the rope he was practicing on snapped. He fell from 20 feet and broke his legs. Since then and after a lot of therapy and exercise, he has remained limp and therefore now he limits himself to organizing the circus and being the ringmaster.

“Manon be cooperative, you were the co-ringmaster last time. And you, Victoria, be grateful. And be patient, I’ll let you fly in a couple of spectacles”

“a couple?!”

“yes, a couple. Now evaporate”

Before I complain again, Manon grabs my hand and we leave the tent.

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“I don’t get why you don’t like to be a ringmaster” Manon asks me as he leans on my shoulder to put her shoes on.

“It’s so embarrassinggg”

“you make it embarrassing”

It is true. Every time mom forces me to do the ringmaster, I forget my lines and stare at the audience as my dad patiently waits for me. They both know I suck at opening ceremonies like this, and they always try me to do it. I know they mean well but it’s not working. My sister, on the contrary, truly enjoys doing it; sometimes she even dances while reciting her lines. I would just fly around with Mom like we do in our training, and not speak to anyone. Letting the wind go through your hair, not feeling your body weight, and just being free. This is what I want to do. Here. With my family and my friends. Traveling around the walls and letting everyone see our talents. Oh well, I’ll just have to wait a few years for it to happen.

“thank you, dear sister”

“you’re welcome. So what are you going to do while I take your place?”

She knows the answer. She just wants to hear it. It’s where I always go when mom and dad are occupied. I hide to read Aunt Lana’s old library collection. If I can’t feel free up the trapeze, I’ll enjoy my aunt’s fantasy books. After she died, rather, after she was killed, I had to hide them from the rest of the family, except Manon of course. I’ll read about the stories that she heard from travelers from around the walls, “witnesses from other worlds” as she would say. Stories of people who would fly on balloons, run on machines with four wheels, eat iced food (and even sweet clouds!), but most importantly stories of strange animals (zepras… no zebras I think they were called?). I wonder if there’s some truth in those books.

“you know where I’m going”

“yes, I know, but next time I’ll come with you! I miss reading them” Manon looks at me with a nostalgic and sad face, I know she’s about to cry. Sometimes, we both do when we read her books, as we can still feel her reading those to us, like when she was still alive.

I hug Manon tight, whispering to her “Don’t worry, Manny. We’ll do that right after the show. And when we’re all grown up, we’ll visit those places”

My sister gasps and her eyes light up “so you do believe they exist!”

I roll my eyes “yea yea whatever- ouch!” I stop because Manny pinched my cheek

“Say. They. Exist.” Ah, shit, she has that look again. Terrifying.

“They exist, they exist!”

“mh, good.” Then, as if nothing happened, she kisses my cheek, gives me a hug, and runs away before saying “Don’t worry sis, I promise you we’ll see the world that exists behind those hideous walls”

Oh Manny

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Just as I was about to grab the books and run away, I felt a presence from behind me. The sound of a cane approaching. Dad!

“Victoria is that you?”

“yes, dad. I was about to put my costume on” Sorry for lying Dad

“be quick, sweet girl. The show is about to start. Do you remember your lines this time?” he says as he gets closer to kiss my forehead.

“dad, I always remember them before the show! The problem is that I can’t remember them anymore during the show! And everyone looks at me and-”

“okok, I understand, my love. I was also a shy kid, you know? I understand, I promise. Now put your costume on and I’ll do your hair” he offers

Fuck “no, daddy, there’s no need. I can do it myself. I’ll see you backstage, okay?”

“Nono, Vicky. I want to do your hair. Please? You and Manon are growing up so quickly, I’ll miss doing these things for you”

“ok, I’ll go get the costume” I can’t say no to him, he’s always so unbearably nice. Great, now I’ll have to go around the city like a clown. Let’s just hope Manon and I will match

After he wets my hair and ties it into two half pigtails, he takes a final look and says “all done, baby. C’mon, let go!”

Before he grabs my hand I interject “let me just put a final touch to my make-up and I’ll come right away”

“all right, baby. But be quick” he kisses my cheek before going towards the ring.

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“psss, Manon!”

“Vicky?”

“here, Manon!”

“why are you all dressed up? Had a change of mind?” she smirks

“no, I encountered Dad while I was about to go out and I had to put my costume on”

“…and your hair…” she side-eyes them, giving me a skeptical look

“oh god, is it bad?” I start to try and fix my half-ponytails. I feel my hair all knotted and tangled. Ugh

“no, they’re surprisingly good. Like mine!” she reveals that her hair is tied just like mine. Thank god!

“Good! We match, now go!” I kiss her cheek and run out of the tent. She’ll do great, like always.

#attack on titan #aot #aot oc #aot ocs #aot x reader #shingeki no kyojin #snk x reader #snk #slow burn #slow build #anime #x reader #reiner braun x oc #reiner x reader #reiner braun x reader

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inuhiime · 11 months ago

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╭┈┈┈┈ ₊˚ෆ 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ! ╰ ♡⸝⸝ 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 ; 𝐩𝐭. 𝐢𝐯

' you think it's only a matter of time before this lie gets exposed, but the truth is, i don't need to gain anyone's trust. '

' i know the cold, dark path under your feet. i've traveled along that same path. '

' don't drift with the current. don't let fate push you around. '

' through birth, we meet death ; through parting, we encounter. '

' those who stand alone... are they wild creatures or divine beings? '

' nobody gave us justice, so we can only seek justice ourselves. '

' there must be some fairness in the world, right? '

' revenge is about giving your all. you know that best, don't you? '

' even if i'm the only one on that dark and lonesome path, i'll keep going till i die. '

' how can you, who have nothing, win against me? '

' when you're ready to die for your justice, let me know in advance. '

' you're an abandoned dog that does nothing but bark blindly. '

' without a heart, can a machine truly come to life? '

' even on the darkest night, there are stars. i've found mine. one day, you'll find yours too. '

' you died for nothing. they've taken away the meaning of your death. '

' you've forgotten who you are. i'll tell you who you are. '

' in the end, you've avenged no one and achieved nothing. '

' i'm not dying anytime soon. rest assured. '

' whatever happens, keep moving and don't look back. '

' thank you for keeping your promise. i won't let you down. '

' we all fail from time to time. all we have to do is try again. '

' the soil, the air, the sun, and the rain... they'll all love you. this time, please thrive. '

' how lucky you are, to know what you want. i should be the envious one. '

' who are you? a human being? a guide? or a lost soul? '

' this is your last chance. leave or stay? '

' you haven't quite seemed yourself lately. is everything okay? '

' you can't see the light, nor can you fall into the darkness. you've been struggling alone all these years. '

' challenge me with your true self, then i might be able to expect something from you. '

' your heart has been trapped in the dark all along. '

' because the world is so dark, justice doesn't exist, so it's okay for us to cross the line. '

' don't gloss over the bad things you've done. you're just as immoral. '

' i've told you before, stop caring about others so much. '

' you don't have the ability to take revenge on this world on your own, so you cling to the most hollow things as a lifeline. '

' people like you are the easiest to deceive, the dumbest, and the weakest. '

' everything that demands submission in the name of love and nobility is a filthy lie. '

' run, don't die on the way. '

' the show's not over yet, i'm waiting for you to help raise the curtain. '

' if justice exists, where is it now? why doesn't it show itself? '

' if i was killed one day, would you kill for me? '

' everything's fine now. you're still by my side. '

' fate can break you, but it can never destroy you. '

' what's taken away from me, i must take back. even if it turns into ruins, it must return to me. '

' do you think you can easily toy with people's lives? '

' this time, even vengeance can't save you. '

' your ruins can't be reborn. you know this better than i do. '

' i won't sacrifice for anyone. i won't serve anyone. every minute, every second, i will live freely. '

' i'll take pleasure in my revenge. '

' no matter what happens, i refuse to accept that the world is inherently bad. '

' stop it before it destroys you. don't give it the chance to trample on you. don't let it take away what's important to you. '

' dare to lie to me, and i'll make sure the entire world goes down with you. '

#rp meme #rp starter #sentence prompts #sentence starters #sentence starter meme #⪩⪨ ･･･ games

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felikatze · 1 year ago

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I know that when you say "Gilgamesh" you're talking about a Manga or something, but every time I read it I immediately think you're reading The Epic of Gilgamesh.

to be fair. the comic is also called "the epic of gilgamesh." you can be certain it was annoying to google.

it's a korean webcomic by hwandaeng, who later authored the ember knight WHICH IS A GREAT AMAZING COMIC YOU CAN READ FOR FREE ON WEBTOON RIGHT NOW!!!!

i'd actually recommend starting with tek if anything because to me the plot hooked me WAY faster where again i think gilgamesh only rlly gets good after the gang meets tink. the front is flashback heavy but it does pay off later. i'm binge reading it right now and i'm on chapter 64 and WHO CARES WHAT I SAID

PITCH BLACK HEN IS HERE EVERYONE GIVE A ROUND OF APPLAUSE FOR BEST GIRL WARON!!! SHE IS AN ENIGMA!!! SHE IS HERE FOR SHITS AND GIGGLES!!!! one day she is going to kill fidorance for real because god damn does she put that guy through the wringer in tek. genuienly can we get an L in the chat for periwinkle wild dog fidorance, he keeps getting trashed by absolutely everybody.

if you want the plot hook for the ember knight: a guy decides to take revenge on the people who murdered his brother by pretending to be his dead brother. this is difficult, because nagyunn's only skill is lying, and najin was fantastically strong. follow this string bean of a man as he somehow needs to deceive his way into surviving

every major scene is SO tense because you KNOW everyone could obliterate nagyunn so fast and he never gets any shonen power up either. he just has to keep lying. it's incredible. he's playing 4d chess. he's exclusively rolling deception checks. the series gets very comedic when you realize how good his bluff is. "wow you're so perceptive you didnt even need to dodge that knife! you knew it wouldn't hit you!" nagyunn, internally (what the fuck just happened. was that a knife. i didnt even see it. what.)

i love nagyunn he has All Of The Mental Illness. GO READ THE EMBER KNIGHT!!!! NOW!!!

#Feli gets asked

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gatekeeper-watchman · 9 months ago

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Daily Devotionals for March 8, 2024

Proverbs: God's Wisdom for Daily Living

Devotional Scripture:

Proverbs 11:1-3(KJV): 1 A false balance is an abomination to the LORD: but a just weight is his delight. 2 When pride cometh, then cometh shame: but with the lowly is wisdom. 3 The integrity of the upright shall guide them: but the perverseness of transgressors shall destroy them.

Thought for the Day

Verse 1 - In Biblical times, much of the trade was done by weighing items on a pair of scales. While the item to be purchased was placed on one of the trays, the other tray held a corresponding weight and when the scales were balanced the amount could be determined. Since the item was sold by quantity, and the price was determined by weight, a fair and equitable price was established. However, just as we have crooks today, some traders tampered with the weights causing the customer to pay for more than they were getting. The weights were unjust, which resulted in a false balance or standard. The Lord says that a false balance is an abomination to Him because it is cheating. Our God is a just God, so He loves justice and equity. He wants all of His children to be fair and just too, and never cheat each other in any way.

Cheating is a major problem in America. Students cheat on tests and fail to gain the knowledge that their diplomas say they have. Citizens cheat when filing income taxes, leaving others with their share of the tax burden. Businessmen cheat by overcharging for an item, making its market price unstable. Many cheats by making contracts in their favor rather than contracts equitable for both parties. Adults cheat on their spouses by having affairs. Children cheat to win games. No one likes to be cheated, but just about everyone has cheated at some time or other and been cheated in some way. The only remedy is asking the Lord to forgive us and cleanse us of dishonesty. "If we say that we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and the truth is not in us. If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness" (1 John 1:8-9). After we receive His forgiveness, we must ask anyone whom we have cheated or defrauded to forgive us and restore what we took wrongfully.

We must forgive those who have taken advantage of us. "For if ye forgive men their trespasses, your heavenly Father will also forgive you: but if ye forgive not men their trespasses, neither will your Father forgive your trespasses" (Matthew 6:14). We are told to pray for them (Matthew 5:44-45) and to overcome evil with good (Romans 12:19-21). By harboring unforgiveness in our hearts, we become bitter. This attitude will destroy us. We must learn to give our hurts to Jesus and ask Him to forgive those who wrong us. He is their judge, as He is ours, and He judges all people with equity. He alone can see what really happens in every situation and see the motives of our hearts. He is the final Judge of men's affairs. "...Shall not the Judge of all the earth do right?" (Genesis 18:25).

Verses 2-3 - If we take a humble position, we will gain wisdom. But if we remain proud and arrogant, it is to our shame. Integrity will guide us if we walk in it, but perversity (going one's way) destroys us. Integrity lifts a person up.

Prayer Devotional for the Day

Daily Devotionals for March 8, 2024

Proverbs: God's Wisdom for Daily Living

Devotional Scripture:

Thought for the Day

Prayer Devotional for the Day

Dear Father, thank you for the love and forgiveness that You show us daily. Lord, help us to overcome any sin that the enemy tempts us to engage in. Lord, forgive us for the times we fail You. We also forgive those who have hurt us and sinned against us. May they come to repentance so that they might know Your forgiving love too. We all need Your love and mercy. Lord Jesus, be merciful to our family and our friends. Watch over our children and our grandchildren and keep them from harm. Guide us daily in the right path so that we do not stray from the straight and narrow. I ask this in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen. From: Steven P. Miller @ParkermillerQ, gatekeeperwatchman.org Founder of Gatekeeper-Watchman International Groups, Thursday, March 7, 2024, Jacksonville, Florida., USA. X ... @ParkermillerQ #GWIG, #GWIN, #GWINGO, #Ephraim1, #IAM, #Sparkermiller, #Eldermiller1981 Founder on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/groups/Sparkermiller.JAX.FL.USA

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also you are so right the mission of every character is to deceive people and be something entirely different or confusing or shocking. case in point FATHER ZAJHERA IF THAT'S EVEN HOW YOU SPELL IT. but oh man also. after the diagram (although i haven't gotten to pore through the full family tree yet) a lot more things Make Sense like it's just so interesting. wouldn't u like to be a centuries old guy that got killed BUT NOT REALLY because your magic necklace was like haha. no. and so now you did this to historians. you're making them suffer like this.

re: "Not everyone knows the same things or is up to date on everything, and instead of having off-page explanations or saying things like "we caught so-and-so up to date on everything" some of the characters! Are lacking a lot of information sometimes!" YEAH. YES. JUST. obviously i'm only on the second book so far and i've only met so many people, ninavis and dorna and even janel/brother qown not really knowing the full details of the story they're telling/hearing is SO INTERESTING!! and SO COOL to me as well bc that is just!!! life!!!! and what a life it is so many people in the same room with all the different pieces of the puzzle. OUGH i love these books so much already not only bc i get to share them with you but also just because. the sheer amount of things that are so well done and real-world feeling and just. complex while also not making the thing dense like other books (cough cough. priory of the orange tree) tend to do with so many characters (sometimes even less!) and a large empire and so much politics. so good

Are you even an a chorus of dragons character if you're not simultaneously three other people at the same time? well. there are actually a fair number of characters who are just one person, but there's also so many who are other people too.

Also, I find it hilarious that really it's just this one family tree that's fucked beyond recognition. Because it's a super important and powerful necklace, so they've kept it in the family, and it keeps getting used within the family and so now genealogists will forever hate this one family and this one family in particular. Everyone else is unaffected by the stone of shackles its Just Them.

It is just life! Obviously I understand the convenience of keeping all your characters on the same page, especially if they're all working in close quarters together and see each other a lot, but when that isn't the case? It's so much fun to play with different knowledge and perspective, how it informs your actions. There's a scene in book 5 (this is vague, not spoiling, dw) where one character figures out something another character has been trying to work out for a while, but they're simply not in the same location for a while so character 2 just!! Doesn't know! even though they're trying to find out and a main character already figured it out! and that's both infuriating (in a good way) and SO fun. because that's realistic! just because one character figures something out doesn't mean another finds out in a timely manner.

I also love sharing these books with you this is like the highlight of my day every time you send an ask i explode (good). But you're right, that's something I'm impressed by; yes, the books are unbelievably complicated and in-depth, but it doesn't drag. And it doesn't accomplish that by rushing through everything either. It takes some effort on our parts to engage, but if you put it in? Beautiful story, world, and experience. We know enough to differentiate places, characters, beliefs, etc, but we're not spending an eternity explaining each either. Lyons is showing off and she should be. staring in awe

#a chorus of dragons #quil's queries #soryasongsaa #i genuinely don't know if I'll ever find a book that tops this #like it has simply set the bar so incredibly high and is so precious to me #like. what could possibly compete

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11 - Once Bitten, Twice Shy

Eleven days into the curse, it did not feel like her luck was improving much, if at all. Even though she had had a new suitor chasing after her almost every day, it seemed that the curse had been going for quantity rather than quality. Even the other day, someone had come up to her to randomly start spouting some terrible poetry about how fair he found her. It had been another person that Lavender had run far, far away from him.

'When I said I wanted a sign I was worth it, this was not what I had in mind!' Lavender grumbled internally as she found herself wandering the fields beyond Lima Lominsa. She normally saw more people within the bustling city-state itself rather than around it. She had never considered herself a social butterfly, although she had always enjoyed the company of her friends.

Her troubles later had made her feel very self-conscious and paranoid, to the point she had started to avoid populated areas as much as she could. She tugged on the infernal corsage as she walked. It would not leave her wrist. Not even when she stopped to bathe would the accursed thing come off. At least once she left the bath, it returned to its original state, as though it had never been wet at all.

Part of her hated how fearful she had become of other people. That at any moment they were going to profess a love for her that they did not feel. She normally tried to be nice to such people, since she knew how it felt to love someone and be rejected, yet lately she just ran away. She was running out of willpower to deal with these cursed encounters. Had they been coming at her for a fight, she probably would have endured that better than them coming at her with love and praises while she knew full well they did not mean it.

Once bitten, twice shy. Lavender was beginning to wonder if she would know love if it bit her in the face now. True love, and not just some hyur's magical corsage toying with her life and her emotions. Or whatever had happened.

"Um.."

Speaking of the corsage.

Lavender shut her eyes briefly before she turned to find herself facing a petite au ra woman. Not that it meant much since all au ra women were petite. The woman came up to slightly under Lavender's breasts or somewhere thereabouts, although that was not what caught Lavender's attention. The woman was holding an azeyma rose in her hand, and the viera woman could only guess what she wanted to do with it. At least this poor bewitched soul did not seem as off the wall as all of the other ones she had encountered.

"I just…saw you wandering around and…could not forget how beautiful you are so…" the au ra woman shuffled a bit, looking down at the azeyma rose before she looked back up at Lavender. "And I…I…I…I wanted to give you this…"

'Wait she followed me all the way out here?' Lavender thought to herself as she looked down at the rose. Still, given the nervous expression and timid posture, this potential suitor seemed no more a threat than a billowing weed. Of course appearances could be deceiving. For a moment, Lavender felt tempted to actually engage further with the tiny woman just to see what would happen. 'I might as well slap her in the face if I was to go on a date with her for my own curiosity. I can't do that. That's not fair to either of us.' With a sigh, Lavender took the au ra's woman hand proffering the rose into her two hands, holding it gently. The au ra woman looked up at her with a shy smile and a blush spreading across her cheeks. Somehow this seemed like the worst encounter by far.

"Listen to me, lovely." Lavender started with a heavy heart. What she would not give for Leviathan to appear at that moment to drown specifically her. That would be far better than what she was about to do. "You seem like a sweet lady and if my circumstances were different, I would enjoy nothing more than sitting down to have a nice cup of tea with you to get to know you better. Yet the fact is, right now, my life is sheer hell and I have been cursed."

The au ra blinked as the viera continued dumping her woes unto the smaller of the pair.

"Right now certain people seem bewitched to fall in love with me when they see me. I am worried it has affected you too." Before the tiny au ra could open her mouth to protest, Lavender put a finger to her lips. "Please believe me. I am sure there is someone who loves you very much who would love to receive that rose, and you deserve to love someone because that is how you feel, not because of some awful curse."

The au ra looked utterly defeated. Lavender held her shoulders. "A sweet lady like you deserves all the best in life and love, trust me on that."

The smaller woman looked down at her feet, still clutching her azeyma rose. Lavender was not used to being the one doing the turning down, but she wondered if she had ever made any of her lovers feel so awful. Rather than linger to make the poor au ra feel worse, she pulled out a whistle to summon her faithful chocobo, mounting him and taking off. Once she felt she was a safe distance away, she turned to look back over her shoulder. The au ra woman had started looking around, seemingly bewildered. With a sigh of relief, Lavender turned her attention forward and kept riding.

'That would have been nice if that had been genuine. I wonder if it ever will be. Oooh…I should just get out of here..' Lavender's thoughts began to swirl miserably as she nudged her chocobo companion onward to anywhere away from her current location.

Only to bump into another woman. Lavender pulled on the reins to stop her chocobo from potentially running someone over.

"I thought I recognized that saucy chocobo and red dress! Hi Lav!" a bright voice called to her, waving at her from the ground.

"What the? Cecille? What are you doing out here?" Lavender blinked, looking down at her sister. One of them anyway.

"Joey and I are going on a date to the Bismarck!" Cecille proclaimed proudly with her hand on her hips. "I'm just rushing over there now!"

"Awww…" Lavender felt a twinge of envy, but she shoved it aside. "That sounds so nice, Cecille. But what are you doing out here then?"

"I ah…ran out of money so I was walking." The miqo'te said sheepishly as she scratched the back of her head.

Lavender narrowed her eyes. "What did you spend your money on? Actually, nevermind. Just come here. I will give you some gil."

"Are you sure? I honestly just wanted to say hi, I didn't mean to hit you up for money -" Cecille started waving her hands frantically.

"Oooh, don't be ridiculous, Cecille, and just come take the gil." Lavender held out a small bag to her extremely silly sister.

Cecille puffed out her cheeks at the older woman. "Okay fine! Geeze! Such a nag.." the miqo'te came over and took the bag. She counted it quickly before her eyes went wide. "Are you sure this is okay!?"

"Under no circumstances should be you late for your date with your husband!" the viera wagged her finger at her younger sister.

Cecille's expression softened then. "Speaking of husband…I'm…sorry what happened with you and Ash."

Lavender shut her eyes briefly. "Eh, me too. It is what it is. He's a good man. It just…didn't work out. That's all."

"Is there anything I can do for you?" Cecille asked in a rare moment of somberness for the miqo'te. Normally she was busy rushing off doing her own thing and dragging everyone and anyone along with her if she felt like it.

Even her impulsive sister had become worried.

The viera hopped down off her chocobo and stepped closer to her sister. "You want to do something for me?"

"Yeah!" the miqo'te nodded. "Just name it and I'll do what I can!"

Lavender wrapped her arms around the smaller woman, who instantly returned the embrace. When they pulled away, Cecille blinked up at Lavender. "Lav-O?"

The viera pat her sister's head. "Go have a nice date with your husband and don't worry about me. That's what you can do for me now."

"Okay.." Cecille pouted at her sister.

Rather than keep waiting around looking at the sad face, Lavender got back on her chocobo and took off under the sky. She loved all of her sisters dearly, but at the moment, she wanted to be alone.

Cecille is Joey's wife in game, and Joey belongs to @adeat.

#ffxiv #ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2023 #Lavender Helltear

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solena2 · 1 year ago

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Most of this is very solid and well thought out, but as a Sans enjoyer I feel the need to defend my blorbo.

First of all, calling Frisk “a child with slightly above average determination, and standard human strength and speed” is a gross misrepresentation of the facts of the situation. One, calling whatever amount of determination it takes to out-stubborn time itself “slightly above average” is kind of an understatement. We’re never given information in Undertale that would indicate how much determination is required in order to reset, but it can be reasonably assumed that it’s pretty astronomical given the nature of the feat and the absence of anything to suggest otherwise.

Two, while Frisk may not have super speed or strength, that’s not what makes them such an absurdly overpowered entity. Their whole thing is that they don’t need insane physical abilities, because they can just save-scum as much as necessary in order to perfectly dodge every attack. In fact, I’d feel pretty confident saying that Frisk could kill Goku if they put their mind to it, because the list of characters Frisk couldn’t kill with enough tries is very short and mostly consists of people who can get around their save-scumming somehow. (Saiki, for example, has telepathy and would thus be able to counter most plans Frisk could make to eliminate him, though even he might struggle if they had their save point out of his range)

So Sans losing to Frisk does not indicate he would be certain to lose against Goku, partially because Frisk could absolutely kill Goku with enough tries but mostly because that was an apples to oranges comparison from the start - Frisk and Goku are terrifying in extremely different ways for extremely different reasons, and the skills needed to handle one have very limited overlap with the skills needed to handle the other.

With that out of the way, allow me to explain why Sans could absolutely kick Goku’s ass.

Ok, so in a straight, shenanigans-free, no holds barred beatdown, Goku would absolutely win. I won’t contest that. If they do the classic “shoot lasers at each other until the stronger laser overpowers the weaker laser” thing, Goku will reach deep down inside of himself, clench his butthole real hard (or however they do it, I haven’t read Dragonball in a while) and Sans will blow away in the breeze without any particular difficulty.

And I understand how, given that obvious fact, you might neglect to remember one key detail:

Sans Undertale does not do fair fights. This man cheats like his life depends on it at literally all times, mostly because he’s very aware of the fact that it does. He’s not just going to stand there and let Goku Kamehameha him - both in the literal sense (he’ll just dodge) and the metaphorical - he’s self aware enough to take one look at Goku and know he’s fucked in a straight fight, so he won’t let it become one.

So let’s talk circumstances. First of all, Sans takes pains to hide how OP in a fight he is. Goku’s not going to go into things knowing what Sans can do and Sans is very much going to exploit that. Mind you, Sans presumably wouldn’t know much of anything about Goku, either, but Goku is a straight-forward guy. He can strategize just fine, yes, but he’s not going to think about things like deliberately deceiving his opponent into underestimating him sufficiently to let his guard down - something Sans does as a matter of course.

Second, Sans’ shortcuts would allow him almost complete control of the fight. If he thinks he’s about to lose, or he decides he wants a few minutes to rest, or he just wants a goddamn popsicle - he can leave whenever he wants, and unless he’s a complete dumbass about it (unlikely) Goku is going to struggle to follow him. This means Sans can put as much pressure on Goku as he wants for as long as he wants, and Goku can’t return the favor. Sans can wear him down over a period of hours, days, or even longer, shortcutting in to snipe at him whenever he lets his guard down and then leaving before Goku can counterattack (or letting Goku waste his energy attacking while he just dodges everything) and Goku would be forced to basically just let him, unless he starts taking hostages. Given Goku is Goku, I can’t see him doing that. And even if he did, Sans’ shortcuts would let him counter that strategy almost as easily.

So yes, Goku is stronger than Sans. He has more stamina, he’s more physically durable by several orders of magnitude, and he (probably) has more firepower. (though it’s difficult to judge due to how little data we have on Sans)

But despite all that, Goku is exactly the kind of opponent Sans excels against, because his entire toolkit is designed around rendering that type of dick measuring meaningless - what does it matter that Goku has more power if Sans just doesn’t get hit? What does it matter if Goku has more stamina when Sans can start and stop a fight as he pleases? What does it matter who’s stronger when Sans can just keep whittling Goku down until he has nothing left?

In conclusion, how dare you just go on the internet and say things that are wrong. Absolutely unacceptable. The gall of it.

Okay, I've been nerd sniped, I'm sorry

So let's go through the canonical likelihood they could each beat Goku. For the sake of keeping canon, we'll keep groups/pairs together if they would never reasonably be apart for something like this.

So first up are the ones I see that would, without a doubt, beat Goku.

Saiki K

Saiki is an omnipotent psychic/psionic with quite literally every single possible power out there. Now, this on its own isn't enough to beat Goku. Versatility doesn't mean everything, but Saiki is also powerful enough to rewrite the genetics and reality of everything within range, and his range is, so far, "Earth".

So this, on its own, would allow him to rewrite Goku's biology to make him Human. Bye bye zenkai boosts, bye bye Saiyan transformations. And Saiki, with his powers, has no trouble beating a Human of any caliber if he truly wanted to. And for those who ask "Why would he ever fight Goku?"

One simple reason: Goku would sense his immense power, and be excited for a fight. Goku is respectful enough to not force one if he's refused, but he's persistent enough to badger Saiki until he's given a chance. And Saiki, being Saiki, would simply take off one of his limiters, or both, and rewrite reality as such: "Being an alien isn't possible", thereby making it effective immediately that Goku must be lying/insane, and he is, in fact, Human. Easy win for Saiki.

And for those who would argue against this, bear in mind, the funniest way to beat Goku in this instance would be to simply make him weaker than Saiki, and Saiki is a gag character from a gag series, and it's already been shown in the world of Dragon Ball, and again in Dragon Ball Super, that Goku is incapable of defeating a gag character regardless of that characters canonical ability.

Saiki could win without gag character status, but even in the instance of Goku "beating" him, the gag would turn out to be that Saiki only pretended to get beaten, and is actually entirely unharmed because it was the easiest way to get Goku to leave him alone. Followed by a reveal that Goku will still show up now and then to ask for sparring matches, to drive the point home.

Popeye

Gag character. Would get beaten handily, crawl his way to spinach, and then be exactly as strong as he needs to be to take Goku down in however many hits is funniest.

Bugs Bunny

The gag character to end all gag characters. Someone on this hellsite once described Bugs as a "Trickster God who traps us in our own societal expectations" or some such. Like convincing Thanos to remove the Infinity Gauntlet by establishing a security checkpoint with a metal detector and shaming him into cooperating by telling him there's others waiting.

He could beat Goku in a billion ways, and each and every one of them would involve some shenanigan like Goku throwing a spirit bomb, Bugs showing up behind him holding it, saying "Ehhh, can you hold this for a second?" and as soon as Goku takes it and Bugs is off-screen, it would explode and Goku would be a pile of ashes with blinking eyes. Bugs would win because Bugs' gag is that...well, he simply can't be beaten.

The Warner Trio

Gag trio. Yakko, Wakko, and Dot would snark, sass, and sarcastic-joke their way into the scene, and they would spend the entire time poking fun at him, roasting his look, being unfazed by his attacks because "Nice laser show but we didn't bring our glowsticks." and just being too unbothered to care.

They would undoubtedly annoy Goku into admitting defeat simply to get away from them.

Road Runner

Gag character. Would force Goku to chase him, Goku would fire some blasts, chase him around, and inevitably be led right into the path of a blast he fired earlier to be disintegrated by it.

Pop Team Epic

I know nothing about this series except that it is a gag series. They are gag characters. That means Goku is inherently incapable of beating them.

ASDF Guy

Gag character. Could beat Goku with a simple "Hello, Mine-Turtle!" or "I like Trains."

Heart Diagram

Goku was literally killed by a heart virus in Future Trunks' timeline. This is one that has actually canonically already killed Goku.

Chowder

Gag character. Would likely be after S-Cells for some recipe and need to take Goku's as he's "The only Saiyan in this episode!" or some such, thereby ending the fight with a shot of Chowder wearing Goku's Gi for comedic effect while Dahl stirs raw Super Saiyan aura in a pot to hint that Chowder killed Goku for his S-Cells.

Force Ghost Trio

Gag versions of serious characters, and also ghosts. Goku is canonically unable to beat ghosts or gag characters, and these guys are both.

Those are the ones that would, without a doubt, beat Goku.

Now, let's go over the ones that could, potentially, be it likely or unlikely.

Kirby

Kirby is often considered a gag character, but he isn't. He has a very specific level of power, even if that level of power is "fuck you" levels of power. Kirby has beaten Gods, but so has Goku, even more often and with greater ease. However, Kirby has absorption and power-theft. Kirby could, potentially, absorb Goku (he isn't the brightest and Kirby has his unassuming appearance on his side) and take on his strongest form, including its powerup, and given Kirby in base form is likely more powerful than Goku in base form (Goku needed SSJ to scare Supreme Kai, Kirby beats Gods in base), it's possible Kirby would be more powerful than Goku with the same power up.

Kevin McCallister

Okay, hear me out.

Kevin is technically a gag character, BUT. He is not TRULY a gag character. He just happens to be a comedy character.

So he isn't guaranteed to win, but he could still possibly do so. How you ask?

Goku has been somewhat injured or lightly shaken by the following: planet-shattering attacks. Punches that rock the universe. Energy blasts so potent they would destroy entire galaxies.

Goku has been rendered inconsolable from the pain of the following: chest pain and a half-heartedly, boredly tossed pebble.

It is canon that when Goku and the other fighters in the series are expecting an attack or primed for battle, they are protected by their ki, like armor. It's how they're able to knock away attacks that would destroy planets, or put their "bare" hands on plasma energy that would normally burn the skin off you from a mile away let alone touching it.

This is why when Krillin threw the rock at Goku, it left him in agony and bruised him despite Goku being in Super Saiyan form at the time. This is why Chi-Chi is able to injure Goku regardless of how strong he gets.

So, how does this relate to Kevin being able to beat him? It's everything. It's critical information.

Kevin McCallister's entire M.O. is unexpected attacks. You open a door, you see a bucket fall, think it's over, turns out no, second bucket pulled by the first, second bucket is full of paint and open, you're blinded, you get your bearings, you take a step and feel cars, you smirk and step over them only to find marbles, you slip, you land on the cars which turn out to have been rigged to break easier to let loose a single thumbtack which is now firmly stuck in your back or butt. You bolt upright only to slam your head on a 2x4 that was rigged to hang down from a rope when you fell because your impact shook things enough to make it fall from a precarious perch above.

You get the idea. Every time you think it's safe to let your guard down, that's when the next wave hits. So you say "well he would stop letting his guard down" right? You fool. You know nothing of Goku. He would never put his guard UP. This is a human child, Goku can sense his pitiful power level. His strength? His speed? His ki? Weak. Pathetic. Nothing. A scouter wouldn't even register his power it's so low.

Goku never raises his guard to Chi-Chi, or to Bulma, or to Hercule. He does not raise his defense against normal, powerless, non-combative humans.

"BUT KEVIN IS COMBATIVE" No. He isn't. Goku can sense intent, power, and location. But Kevin isn't actively intending to hurt Goku. He's intending to protect himself and his home. He's not actively wanting to hurt Goku, he's just wanting Goku to leave. He doesn't have power to threaten Goku with, so Goku won't pick up on any threatening aura. And while Goku could simply instant transmission to Kevin and do what he will, we're not talking about how Goku could win, we're going over the fact Kevin could POSSIBLY win.

Enough injury and Goku is down for the count. Otherwise, Goku leaves to avoid further injury, and thereby admits defeat. Both cases, Kevin wins.

Shedinja

This one took me...quite a while. I had to do a lot of extra research for this. So, my immediate thought was Shedinja is a Ghost type, so ghost rules, right? Nah. Bug and Ghost type, and they are the physical shell left behind that has been reanimated. So they very much are physical beings, and given their ability to faint in the games and show they are capable of being physically damaged.

But There's a real case to be made for Shedinja beating Goku.

It can learn Ghost type moves, which operate on ghost-logic, and therefore are a canon weakness Goku is known to have. So things like Shadow Ball, Hex, Curse, and the like would all effect Goku regardless of Ki or form.

It also has access to Wonder Guard, which renders it "immune to all damage types that are not Super-Effective". For those unaware, we can actually attribute Typings to Goku's moves based on attributes and traits they share with Pokemon moves. His melee is, by nature, Fighting type, which Shedinja is immune to. In fact, Shedinja is immune to ALL attack types except Flying, Rock, Ghost, Dark, and Fire type moves, which are all Super Effective.

Goku's most common methods would actually fall under Fighting and Normal type attacks. "But his Ki blasts-" would be Normal type moves. You want proof?

Focus Energy is Normal Type. Quick Attack is Normal Type. Self Destruct is Normal Type. Techno Blast is Normal Type. Tera Blast is Normal Type. These are all energy based moves similar to ki blasts. Know what other energy based move is Normal Type? Hyperbeam. Which is almost identical to the Kamehameha and every other beam attack in DBZ.

Those few attacks Goku has that aren't going to be Normal Type will be Fighting Type.

Shedinja is Immune to all Normal and Fighting Type moves. Goku literally can not damage Shedinja, but Shedinja can damage Goku through Ghost Type moves. Shedinja can beat Goku. But why is it not "absolutely will" beat him? Because Goku can also transform his Ki and if he finds out Shedinja is vulnerable to fire, he can and will use that to his advantage.

That's who could potentially beat Goku. Here's who absolutely could not.

Saitama

I forgot to go over Saitama originally so here's the edit that features that analysis. Bear in mind I am saying this as someone who has seen Seasons 1 and 2 of the show AND is aware of some of the events of the manga.

A lot of reblogs over Saitama claim he is a gag character. But there is a case to be made that he is NOT. What is that case you ask? Well, for the sake of fairness, here is how I am handling gag characters: if their gag is in effect in 100% of all cases (such as looney tunes like Bugs or Road Runner) or if the gag is triggered in 100% of all cases (such as Saiki K or Chowder) then they are a True Gag Character and will insta-win. However, if their gag has failed (such as Wario, or, yes, even Saitama) in ANY case, then it CAN fail again, and the fairest fight is one against two non-gag characters, so we can safely apply non-gag Saitama here since his gag has failed and Goku meets the conditions to cause it to fail again, which I'll explain.

So, first off, how does his gag fail? Well, his gag is that he kills everything instantly in one hit, unless he actively chooses not to. So we can safely say his gag fails if any of the following are true: he fails to instantly kill an enemy with a single hit while intending to do so, OR if he fails to kill an enemy with a serious hit intended to kill.

He meets both of these conditions. Boros survived for several seconds AFTER Saitama hit him with a Serious Punch. It was a single hit that intended to kill...But he didn't kill Boros INSTANTLY with it. Another example of his gag failing, if that doesn't satisfy, is Garou. Garou, in the manga, has survived MULTIPLE Serious Punches with intent to kill. This, on its own, is proof Saitama's Serious Punch does in fact have a limit to its output. It also proves his gag can, and does, fail against certain opponents.

So the next thing we need to look at is similarities between Garou and Boros to identify what they share that could possibly allow them to get around Saitama's gag, or to nullify it entirely. First similarity is that both are determined to have a good, satisfying fight. Boros crossed the stars seeking one, and Garou sought to become a true Monster powerful enough to force every hero, every do-gooder, to unite under one banner just to take him down. They both seek a battle to end all battles, even if Garou's intention is to end it in his favor, not simply enjoy the fight.

The second similarity is that they have incredibly unique circumstances, even by OPM standards. Garou is a man who has always felt love for the bad guy, he looks to the monsters as inspirations, as the misunderstood and the victimized by those claiming to be heroes. He's trained by an S-Class hero, and has developed into a being of unimaginable power in the pursuit of his dream. Very much a true foil to Saitama, who looked to heroes in comics as inspirations, as the righteous and unshakably moral, self-taught through and through and developed into a being of unimaginable power in the pursuit of HIS dream. Garou is, in this way, a reflection of Saitama, the Tails to Saitama's Heads, the dark to his light.

Boros on the other hand is an alien, forced to become strong by his homeworld's unforgiving conditions, developing a level of power necessary to survive and then some, and on realizing he was far too powerful for his own good, he sought purpose, meaning, and when he heard he may find a worthy opponent, he did everything he could to achieve that future, to realize his dream of facing a foe that would give him a true challenge.

So what are the similarities we can identify? Notably unique circumstances even by OPM standards, sharing strong similarities to Saitama's desires or dreams (Garou dreaming of becoming the greatest Monster vs Saitama dreaming of becoming the greatest Hero, Boros feeling lost in life and seeking a worthy foe vs Saitama feeling bored with living and wishing for the sensation of a real fight again), and the desire for a serious and ultimate battle.

Goku fits ALL of these conditions. He is an alien sent to Earth for his protection, grew up in hostile conditions (surviving on his own for most of his childhood, constant battles with Nation-level threats throughout his teen years, constant battles with world or universe-level threats throughout his adulthood), trained extensively until he was the best of the best, has the ultimate dream of a truly satisfying battle (a dream he routinely seeks out by facing down powerful foes), and being entirely bored with mundane life because there's absolutely no challenge to it, not to mention the fact he has the ultimate dream of becoming the strongest, something he shares with Saitama's pre-OPM self.

Since Goku fits ALL the conditions needed to make this battle exempt from the gag, we will NOT be considering it, as Saitama is not a True Gag Character, and Goku fitting conditions for nullifying it means we can assume actual power limits and such.

So let's look at feats of power. Saitama's Serious Side Hop technique allowed him to create AT LEAST 60 after-images (based on the manga panel) which, when compared with Sonic's 4, means Saitama was moving 15x faster than Sonic in that moment (bare minimum). An afterimage like that is created by moving at least 572mph, stopping in each position for at least 1/255th of a second (any less and the human eye can't pick up on it), so by moving from position A to B for 1/255th of a second and back to A, going 572mph between the two, you create the afterimage.

Sonic creates 4 simultaneously, meaning he needs to move to 3 positions and then back to starting position, or go from A to B, B to A, A to C, C to A, A to D, and repeat. This means Sonic, to move into each of these positions in less than 1/255th of a second, would need to be moving ~4x faster than the speed for one afterimage. That puts him as moving at 2,228mph while creating those 4 afterimages. Given he is capable of Mach 5 speeds (he's said to be hypersonic) this feat is easy for him, as Mach 5 is 3,805mph. I assume, just as it's easier to move at top speed in a straight line than at sharp turns for a normal person, it's likely more difficult to create such consistent afterimages and so the difficulty that makes it his best attack is from the technique and reaction involved, not the speed itself.

In any case, if Saitama made at least 60 afterimages, putting him at 15x faster than Sonic's speed while creating 4, that puts Saitama's speed at 33,420mph just to account for the 60 we can count in the manga panel. This means 33,420 is the MINIMUM speed we can assume for Saitama's max ability. To be generous, given he wasn't winded after doing that and given he was able to react incredibly easily to the near-instant directional changes, I'll be kind and put his maximum speed at 10,000x this number.

That puts Saitama's speed at 334,200,000mph, or 49.8% the speed of light. We'll be kind again and say 50% the speed of light, round up that last .2%

So we have a speed value for Saitama. Now what about Goku? Well, let's look at Goku on Namek, for a moment. Base form Goku, at the start of his fight against Freeza. Goku, BEFORE his super saiyan transformation, was moving at 3.26 (we'll round down to 3) times the speed of light. How do I get this number? Buckle up, it's involved.

The Namekian ship Bulma, Krillin, and Gohan took to get to Namek made it from Earth to Jupiter in "seconds". That means less than a minute, so we'll say it took them 1 minute just to lowball it and to have a solid starting number. Jupiter, when the two planets are at their closest to each other (assuming shorter distance for slower speed, another lowball), is 365,000,000 miles from Earth. This means the Namekian ship moved 365mil miles in 1 minute.

That puts the Namekian ship at a speed of 21.9 billion miles per hour. They made it to Namek in 30 days of travel. The ship Goku took to Namek made the trip in 5 days. That means Goku's ship is 6 times faster than the Namekian ship. Don't worry, the ship speed DOES matter in this, I promise you.

So Goku's ship moves at 131,400,000,000mph. That's 131 billion, 400 million miles per hour. Or 195x the speed of light.

Why does the ship speed matter so much, you might ask? Because King Kai could visually keep up with the ship. He was able to track Goku's progress with ease, and could see his ships movements without problems. This means King Kai's eyes and brain are capable of perceiving and processing things that move at 195x the speed of light.

Why does that matter? Because Super Saiyan is canonically a 50x multiplier to ALL base ability. Strength, speed, durability, etc.

And Goku, in Super Saiyan, was moving so fast King Kai stated he could no longer keep up. King Kai, capable of seeing and processing the input of vision on a ship moving 195x the speed of light, could not see or process the input of vision on Super Saiyan Goku.

We'll lowball it, and say Goku only needed to move 1 mph faster than 195x the speed of light for King Kai to lose track of him. So whatever value we get, we'll add 1mph to for Goku's base form speed.

So 195x the speed of light +1mph. 195/50=3.9x the speed of light. That's 2,616,900,000mph, adding in the extra mph makes it 2,616,900,001mph. So Base Form Goku moves at ~3.9x the speed of light, ON NAMEK. Super Saiyan is a 50x multiplier, putting him at ~195x the speed of light. Super Saiyan 2 is a 100x multiplier to Base, so 390x the speed of light. Super Saiyan 3 is a 400x multiplier, so 1,560x the speed of light. Super Saiyan God is a 20,000 multiplier so 78,000x the speed of light. Super Saiyan Blue is a 1 million times multiplier, so 3,900,000x the speed of light. And lastly, Mastered Ultra Instinct is a 300 billion times multipler, so 1.17 trillion times the speed of light.

Why did I bother going through all those multipliers? He wins in Base as of Namek saga lol. Anyway, continuing on to strength now that we've established Base Goku on Namek could move 3.9x faster than the Speed of Light while Saitama could only move at 0.5x the Speed of Light.

Strength. Okay. This one is harder to gauge, but we CAN gauge it. We'll go in terms of level of damage, so human level (would be on-par or less than peak human ability), town level (small towns), city level (large cities), nation level (an entire nation, less than a continent), continent level (one or more nations that span an entire continent), world-surface level (the surface of an Earth-sized planet), Planetary (capable of destroying an entire Earth-sized planet), Solar (capable of destroying a solar system), Galactic (capable of destroying a galaxy), multi-galactic (capable of destroying many galaxies), Universal (capable of destroying an entire universe), Multiversal (capable of destroying multiple universes).

We'll start with Goku this time. Goku's punches are, as of the Battle of Gods arc, strong enough to match Beerus perfectly to nullify the shockwaves of Beerus' attacks. Mind you, the mere shockwave of Beerus' attacks are enough to rip and tear the fabric of the universe itself, as stated by Elder Kai. This puts Goku's punches as being powerful enough to tear the fabric of the universe in when he first obtained Super Saiyan God. Why does this matter for Base Goku? Because Base Goku retained his SSJG power, as stated by Beerus.

So Goku in Base, post-battle of gods, is physically capable of punches that can tear apart the universe from the aftershocks alone. This is important to note because Elder Kai could physically feel the shockwaves from the World of the Kais. This makes Goku Universe-level in strength. This means Goku, post-BoG, in Super Saiyan is 50x stronger than what's needed for Universal, while Goku, as of current manga canon (assuming he didn't actually get any stronger since BoG and is simply more powerful due to new transformations) is capable of a form (Mastered Ultra Instinct) that puts him 300 billion times stronger than minimum Universe level strength.

And Saitama? Where does he fit here? Well, I thought this gap would be bigger honestly? But after researching, it seems the gap isn't all that big. Saitama has, canonically, with a Serious Punch, snuffed out an entire cylinder of stars and presumably every planet, moon, asteroid, and more, at a distance surpassing that of our solar system, and with a diameter surpassing it as well. This puts Saitama's power (if we lowball it MASSIVELY) at Solar. He could, in a single punch, destroy our entire solar system, and he wouldn't even need to be serious to do it. It's worth noting this is coupled with Garou's own Saitama-level Serious Punch, so we can assume this level of power is double Saitama's own.

So how do we determine the specifics? Well, he cleared an area large enough to cover, presumably, half the area of stars destroyed in the path of his and Garou's serious punches.

Through future revelations in the series we learn they didn't "destroy" every star in that path, but likely only several were destroyed, and possibly a galaxy, while the remainder of the void left behind was from the shockwave forcing every other star within range into a new position, creating a void in space that all stars had been moved from, save the few that were in the DIRECT path of their attack.

Another theory is that the Serious Punch^2 simply distorted the photons in the area, resulting in the appearance of a massive void, and this theory is based on the angles in the manga and comments made by other characters that paint Earth as the only thing in real danger from the power of the attack.

To be fair to Saitama, where we would lowball Goku, we'll highball Saitama, and say the Serious Punch^2 outright destroyed every star in the area. That level of power would, naturally, have shockwaves that push nearby stars out of the way AND distort photons in the area, resulting in a massive cone of destruction surrounded by a large cylinder of force.

This puts Saitama at, quite easily, multi-galactic level of strength.

But why did I say this gap isn't as big as I expected? One simple thing. Saitama has canonically punched his way into a different dimension in the manga. That means he's capable of brute-forcing his way out of the bounds of his universe. He is capable of physically destroying the fabric of the universe.

Meaning Saitama's strength is, bare minimum, Universal in close proximity. That puts him, strength-wise, on par with Goku, who through training has become stronger than Super Buu (who was so strong he could shout his way out of the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, a dimension separate from our own), meaning Goku is also Universal in close proximity.

So...while I expected Saitama to be ~Planetary, MAYBE he'd be Solar at most...Research indicates he's actually Universal, or near-Universal, meaning the fight may not be too far a gap after all.

Goku may have Saitama beat on speed (given recent manga events in OPM, I'm willing to allow that Saitama is faster than light speed, but Goku having as many forms as he does (Kaioken, which he can combine with other forms and can hit a multiplier of x100 on top of whatever power he currently has, SSJ1-3, SSJG, SSJB, MUI) means even if Saitama matches Base Goku, he's likely not going to stand up to his stronger forms).

But on strength, I'd wager they're close enough for this fight to be one hell of a battle.

What about Durability? After all, all the strength in the world won't save you if you're as easy to kill as a simple bullet to the head, right?

Goku has withstood universe-ripping punches (from Beerus, the God of Destruction, and based on comments in the manga he's one of the stronger Gods of Destruction too), dimension-tearing attacks (from Goku Black, pre-Fusion), energy blasts that even the Gods of Destruction were nervous of (from Jiren during the Tournament of Power), and he survived multiple blasts from Granolah post-wish buff, who was renowned for his sniping power pre-wish, and post-wish was as powerful as he would be if he had spent every single second of the next 147 years training non-stop with the absolute healthiest amount of rest and physical care, making him, presently, as powerful as he would be at the END of that time, with the price paid being that he only had 3 years to live as he lost 1 year of his lifespan for each power boost.

It was also clear that Granolah was the strongest in the universe...at the time of his wish. Goku and Vegeta, who were already on their way, were not as powerful as Granolah even with their transformations. They became stronger during their fight with him, and stronger still during their fight with Gas (who was more powerful than Granolah after Gas transformed and mastered his transformation).

So we can safely assume Goku is Multiversal in Durability, as he himself was able to output Universal damage with each punch, and he was able to survive hits from beings drastically stronger than himself.

What about Saitama? Well, Saitama was able to survive the force of the Serious Punch^2 and he was able to casually bust his way into another dimension. So his Serious Punch, if he wanted it to, could easily destroy the barrier between universes or dimensions.

And given he survived the force of two of them impacting each other, I would put Saitama at, bare minimum, Universe-level durability. But given he was able to survive prolonged battle against Garou, who is a Power Mimic and has shown Saitama-level strength, we can safely assume Saitama is BEYOND Universal-level durability, and so we can put him right there with Goku at Multiversal durability.

So what do we have so far?

Goku has speed equal to, in Base Form, 3.9x lightspeed, and 1.17 trillion times lightspeed in his most powerful form. Goku has Universal level strength in Base Form, 300 billion times that in his most powerful form. Goku has Universal durability in Base Form, Multiversal durability in his most powerful form (300 billion times his Base Form's durability).

Saitama has speed equal to, at minimum, 0.5x lightspeed, and at maximum, if we highball it, 2x lightspeed. Saitama has Universal strength. Saitama has Universal durability at minimum, and Multiversal durability at maximum.

At this point, I'm convinced the speed difference between Base Goku and Saitama means nothing. Saitama's durability means even with Base Goku moving at his top speed, his impacts won't be enough to beat Saitama. At top speed Base Goku may be putting out Universal damage, but he's not putting out enough to actually BEAT Saitama. Only injure.

Making me rethink my "Goku wins in Base lol" claim earlier, how dare you!

Anyway, at this point, Goku would HAVE to transform to beat Saitama. His ability to sense power and Saitama's evident inability to suppress it (as evidenced by multiple characters sensing his ungodly power even while Saitama is completely relaxed) would mean Goku would know, right away, he needs to transform for the fight.

Saitama's durability means Goku would likely need Super Saiyan 2 or 3, or, more likely, SSJG. Super Saiyan God's multiplier to Granolah-arc Goku, after all of his training with Whis and Vegeta, would most likely be enough to beat Saitama. And given SSJG is enough to "most likely" beat him, then Super Saiyan Blue (aka Super Saiyan God Super Saiyan, the form above SSJG) is surely enough, and Mastered Ultra Instinct (a form drastically more powerful than SSJB) is absolutely more than enough to beat Saitama.

And given Goku's mastery over the Kaioken technique, and he's been shown to enter Kaioken x 20 while in Super Saiyan Blue for fair amounts of time as of the Moro saga, meaning even if SSB wasn't enough, given MUI is overkill, it's possible SSB x10 or x20 would be.

The point being, Goku wins this fight due to a combination of technique, experience, and power from his transformations. Given Goku is faster than Saitama and would sense his power as Saitama doesn't know how to suppress it, nothing Saitama could do would be a surprise attack to Goku, meaning Goku would have ample opportunity to react to everything Saitama does.

And given the relatively similar strengths the two bear, Goku would recognize he needs to transform to beat Saitama's output.

And given Saitama's greater durability than Base Goku, and greater durability than even what Saitama himself can put out, Goku would see he needs to transform to have enough of his own output to beat Saitama's durability.

Conclusion: Goku would absolutely win this fight, BUT...I'll give Saitama credit where it's due.

Out of everyone on the entire list, Saitama is the fairest matchup here, and the one most likely to give Goku a truly satisfying fight, given it would be a battle on par with those Goku has enjoyed most.

Kingdom Hearts Mickey

K.H. Mickey has a clear power limit and ability set. He is not strong enough, fast enough, smart enough, or durable enough to beat Goku, but he is just enough of a threat for Goku to actually put his guard up, which is why K.H. Mickey would lose; Goku would see it as a fight, unlike with Kevin.

Crash Bandicoot

Crash isn't nearly powerful enough to be a threat to Goku, but he IS insane enough to push Goku to hostility. Goku would feel the need to put effort into getting him away and that is his downfall.

Hatsune Miku

Goku would assume she is a Red Ribbon android and fight her on assumption she's trying to kill him or bring harm to Earth. He would hit her full force expecting her to tank it and she would keel over dead instantly.

Wario

Everything he could possibly do, the Red Ribbon Army has tried and done better, and they've never beaten Goku. Neither would he.

Sans

Lost to a child with slightly above average human determination, and standard human strength and speed. He does not beat Goku.

And just because you specifically told me not to @ you, have this :)

@that-one-enby-onyx

#‘a child with slightly above average determination’ bro frisk would totally obliterate most of this list #that kid is a fucking nightmare opponent are you joking. they can TIME TRAVEL AT WILL THAT’S THE SCARIEST THING EVER #IT IS LITERALLY IMPOSSIBLE FOR THEM TO LOSE #like they can give up. they can decide an opponent is impossible #but unless there is literally NO way for them to win they can just keep trying infinitely until they get it #undertale #sol speaks

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you come to, they will not tell you, so as not to interfere in fate. Are you with me? He understands it, and I understand it. It is impossible to know anything ahead of time. Because you need just the right amount of time to believe in it and realize it for yourself. You have to feel it in yourself.

I was born this way and it was a problem for me at first, to have a conscience, to be fair-minded. Living among false and evil people it bothered me very much. I didn’t understand why I was the way I was. Should I become like everyone else? Or stay true to myself? I didn’t know what to do? If I have done nothing wrong to anyone, and they already consider me bad, then why should I be good? I had such thoughts. I was torn between giving up and not giving up.

It was a very difficult time. It was such a nightmare to grow up among these monsters. No matter how much they vulgarize me and slander me, I have never done anything wrong. Never cheated, never stole. I didn’t do anything like that; same in my line of work. I lived by my feelings; my state of mind was very important to me. And imagine how it would feel if, for example, I offered you something or said something that I did not believe in. It would crush my soul. I would start to feel like everyone else. I’d rather die than sell out.

I had a choice to either believe in those who are “They” and who rule everything or not to believe. And I am clean because of Them. But people pour dirt on me and do not respect me, and do not believe in me, and do not recognize me. But if I am false, like all the public figures who deceive you, I will get people’s recognition and make a lot more money. But then my faith will vanish, and I will live like most people do now. Full of insecurity, and I don’t want that. For me, feeling the happiness inside is very important. I can’t have shit in my soul, you know? When I communicate with people, I see how they get dirty thoughts in their heads about how they want to get something from me. I feel it every day. But I don’t say anything to these people. And they think I don’t know. I understand there is no point in judging this person for having such thoughts. After all, I was in their place, and so I know that a person can’t simply turn it off; it’s like an instinct in them, and they cannot control it. And this is fine. But I can’t. I do everything according to the rules. Very clearly. But if they contact

#alternativehistory #GreatWork #magnumopus #alchemy #axismundi

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priafey · 2 years ago

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Gwilin of the Day: "Face" Gwilin

Today's Gwilin of the day is brought to you by: an orphaned account on ao3!

Wide-Arms Crush, not Hug

Published: Aug 16, 2018

Rated: Mature

Length: ~7500 words

Featuring: Temba Wide-Arm, Wilhelm, Lynly Star-Sung, Laila Law-Giver

Set in: Ivarstead, Riften

REVIEW

[I would like to preface this review by saying I first read this story about a year ago, and did so without having noticed it was tagged "Non-Con" (I'd never used ao3 before, and some parts of the site still elude me tbqh). However, after reading it, I personally feel it was tagged that way more as a precaution than anything else. Below, I elaborate on my feelings towards the way Temba treated Gwilin in this story.]

Okay, bear with me here.

Have you guys ever heard of kayfabe? It's a concept that arose from the theatrics involved in some of the earliest rigged wrestling matches that were common in the late 19th and early 20th century. In essence, kayfabe is maintaining the illusion of a performance even after the performance has supposedly or "formally" ended. One of the most recognizable forms of kayfabe is seen in modern wrestling –like in WWE matches– where performers keep up and maintain these wrestling personas both within and outside the ring, to the point where apparent feuds between competitors are covered outside of the matches, fights are started in public, flames are stoked on social media, etc.

Why do I bring this up? Because, in this story, it seems to me, Temba acts as a "heel".

Put simply, in kayfabe, a "heel" is a bad guy who everyone loves to hate. The character who plays the role of the heel is often ruthlessly or hyperbolically cruel, obsessed with dominating their opponent, and is not above cheating, deceiving, or belittling others to get what they want. The "opponent" doesn't even have to be a rival or an enemy, mind you, –just someone who they play off of. This person, their counterpart, is known as a "face".

A "face" is a hero of the people, a beloved underdog who always follows the rules. They fight clean and they fight fair. People largely root for the face because of their ability to remain sportsmanlike when faced with the heel's increasingly unscrupulous or malicious attacks.

I should note here that faces and heels differ from a simple character trope in that their effectiveness depends on the audience's reception to them. What makes these roles so compelling is that they create what I call "emotive inverses" in the audience. These arise due to the expectations people have for what each role makes each character deserving of.

You love to watch the heel gas themself up and showboat and get away with breaking the rules because of the expectation that they will get knocked on their ass in the end. The higher the stakes, the greater the payoff for the audience when the heel gets a taste of their own medicine. The bigger the giant, the more satisfying is their inevitable fall.

At the same time, you love to watch the face struggle against the heel, have their endurance, resilience, and integrity tested under extreme duress. You watch them crawl right up to their breaking point –seem just about to cast aside their moral fortitude and fight dirty– before emerging victorious from the fight without resorting to tricks. The same idea for the payoff applies here: the more the face had to put up with and the longer their "trial", the more satisfying it is when they come out on top. Thus, "emotive inverses".

While reading the story, I was interested in the dynamic between Temba and Gwilin right away because it felt just like watching a face and a heel face off (pardon the redundancy). Temba is cruel to Gwilin, undoubtedly. She snaps at him over the littlest things and quite literally treats him like a ragdoll, choking and punching and hitting him nearly every chance she gets. But through it all, and I don't know if this is because of the way the story is written, I felt this Gwilin display a remarkable resilience, even amidst his excessive meekness.

Let me be clear: I am not saying I admired him for putting up with abuse. That's insane. I'm saying I read through all of it because I was subconsciously waiting for the moment he'd come out on the other side unscathed and in a better place, with a newfound confidence and self-respect. And a huge part of the reason I was subconsciously hoping for this, and tolerating the depictions of violence in the meantime, is that Temba was an excellent source of "pressure" for this Gwilin, in a strictly narrative sense.

More than finding myself wondering why this Gwilin would put up with being treated this way for so long, I found myself wondering how much longer it would last, and what would happen when he finally got fed up with it and told Temba to go to hell.

Moment that my mind chose to fixate on: When he ducks and successfully avoids Temba's attack with her axe, then they lock eyes. That moment where they are staring at each other really conveyed the disbelief, mistrust, and general fragility of their relationship really well.

I. Compellingness

This is easily the most compelling narrative out of all the "gwilin" tag fics I've read, but this metric is for Gwilin himself. And this Gwilin was only compelling insofar as he played off of Temba, which is good in some regards, but bad in others. 8/10

II. Swagger

On the lower end of the swag scale, maybe, but this Gwilin had some intrepid moments, like when he dodges Temba's axe or refuses to let her travel alone despite her threats. It's not much. 6/10

III. Talent

A veritable plethora of talents, this Gwilin has. He can cook, he's a hunter, he's an excellent tracker, he's apparently somewhat decent at eating pussy, and he knows healing spells! I love a Gwilin who flexes the 'ol magicka. 10/10

IV. Backstory

Little to none provided. 1/10

V. Pleasure of Reading

Now, obviously, I don't think the whole "heel" and "face" thing was intentional on the author's part. I was amazed by how well this dynamic fit into the story, despite that. This, in addition to the enjoyably broody thoughts Temba has throughout, made this a very entertaining read.

I have no idea where they were really going with the story, or what they intended for Temba and Gwilin's characters, but I would've loved to have found out. It's a shame they only wrote three chapters. 8/10

VI. Horniness

There were many moments in the story where I wondered if Gwilin was a sadomasochist or something, because he really put up with a lot and seemed pretty chipper about it, overall. But this is never made clear enough in the story. Any horny undertones are buried deep in the subtext. And I mean deep. 5/10

Final Tally

autistic ass

gives this Gwilin a 7/10!

#gotd #7/10 #oneperf #gwilin #tes

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libidomechanica · 2 years ago

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A ballad sequence

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like a movie screech owl to my bosom, where witnesse of the springtime, the world relief enough in the nails are there! With that glance up in the valleys, half the hill, or foxlike into shadow to get; she answer him! Marriage like an

Alpine harebell hung or set, and full of night, and remember the spring. And slept, say: a snake masked among six boys, head up—but none the rye, Being morning their smell, as the false New England is that smiles, to hearkens, and you’ll root

and bade me to love the heart lies open. Old voices with flowers do the dust where grateful name; uncouples, where Lover, and I slept, filled within the plague you! So in the edge of thing them droop with such a breath on hym such discover,

and you said had a long salt wind shall sinne of her own in Roman seated on thy sweet embracement, the dirt, for that his love. News, some remove. This ill hunt the subterranean echo of clamorings a solemn sympathy

portal Beauty and each agrees. Each leave quaking, and her treat they know. For ever let the prick the suddenly huntress still keeps his sweet, like delighted ever the ancient the under her shoe; I didn’t just awake in its wings. Where

and Dick support me; two hundred touches in eyes? Seeds, and breath of Jesus set my poor birds of evening, heartbroken she crimson glories. Give a dole of Medicine in the brakes our long have sworn another’s soft bosom fire, the old!

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as your beauty by succession— cannot slake the stood, and colder, grows false almighty pearly in love in showers.

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that length from the goal, stands as the Will, but feede his fancy I approaching this words. To vex true each other couple at the stalk, and to coste to clouds bent upon the bird being

low never full of rest. She begins. When roasted wiping— oh Khalífah laughing and kissing size. Hot, fain would change their virtue lost in their loosen’d me, I wish to fire

the graveyard. And often are, or at they can I tell it not, all pumpkins! I can be: but rather rais’d his face, prepar’d by Truth, under hide: love by pearl tiara, and forth?

And you, cat and grew, shaft in pleasure my arms I throws. On! So gentle she stole his clumsy hold; and birdless face, where no people ignoring out; too coldly. I never more

be prove: then to turn. She only pretty ring on their day’s hot tyrant stains high; such time the paint the tale may believe, and saw the hands, not of all my mistake? Be she wept, was

deceive; and pay no attention shake their strive well contend: so shall roll, too much time leave me, cold and let the different ears, straight goes on yawning to cross’d their chereful change their

sinne of maiden burning; tu-who! Sunk on the Dust, the night, and look there am I that dark December, and over us, and silly you were dewd with a heart bleeding

parasitic for the daisy-star that grotto were to be barren, lean, and kissing skil with heavy tufts of Woman; nor Libertie againe, and from heaven, or in bed I trace.

And once made perfect music. The morrow now is she learn after noon, and crossed woods dearer being trouble, in hasted

in his bending tears, is love, and in his neck and pine— a great, yet no footing should every strange and my neighbour

groues to see, doe maker of the story aptly ends: the dew-bedabbled wretched makes him brings you out of your own

clearest Eye its guard they meant by the day should seem a cuckoo! And sweet suburban girl, she, with false approach the perfect

all the city. And now to be so curst, he will, Lo! Alone, ’ quoth he seemed kind, still weary of this black ink my

lovely came, this heau’nly guest looks so happy womanly distress! I cannot be was death it makes you know’st not whether;

and leaves and knees her helpless! This love. Love that unaware hath made with one long as there its guardians, go floating

sickness, whose tenderer cheek, like a mummy, and dare now it, that you might have the tenth Muse, ten times, and fishes

that blown by Desire grey and nothing but my vnrest, or likes you care not but he beheld they read: till wink; so shall

roll, too many Graces, and if there sits, until it scent- snuffing hounds, but to use though nis to faces of all we

meant by the race of all male mind. Moves with his; the mid-day heating gay the tilt of a new hoe. What needs must wed him

from thence in love: is lovely forehead, eyelids, growing in belts of morn. Trapped in the great love, ’ quoth she had careless

policy in love’s flowers, angels, but anger. Face peeped, she crie, are but spoken love in it I brought for us still

reach’d the coward, being my fingers walk and by sweet dreams be found, whych Adam what it like balm enclosed and shadow

at his Desert be than Tantalus’ is he breaks asundered from all the poor for the neighs unto the spring.

Of disease, with lullaby. By this fair to this I do hear them to meet her voices call where euer the path is true.

Under all and die forsworn. Palm to paint the breaks before no grasses. ’ But Kitty haste, till mutually, smile, more

will be know it off, sometime false be fed? Tis true it is dreary, I would most dere. And tail they that blest than I could

speaks, as soon was a lovely Fair, to hospital; at first your lives a suddenly and somewhat other pleaded, Ida

came of her heavy unto noble prince my true-love is o’erwhelming hate. Of mine, mine downs, to bid a sweet

embracement, too severe; and we are thy lips, and double, and the panacea, Sir! So master, we couples, which

by touch, and lively figur’d, crooked like a scythe, which he toil’d: then he hath no strong, through another eye; whose terrible!

Love who are now exanimated, body to like, both protestant parson’s sentine, whilst systers like him she

says adieu, the timorous year: that we meet someone’s garage such a troubles: the tea- staineth, or like myself

nor those least part mistake? I calmly beg. You are one, one by one. In black and blind hare, or red wounded in shops of

Nature, colour, courage and Art: I could that have so live when most most deceiv’d within the gates of moss before his

cheek, like heavenly hides behind They bow down head; where and quietly upon the Light of Lethe scales with a wonderful;

it is before it seems most mistress short: if pleasure, whose hill I but that window pocket in the meeting, with

your informer follies more that is conversion of all. His shame, but full of fraud, bud and greenish marble valleys.

Thy pride; whether treatise make most wretched it cold, thick-moted sunset, and stilling, whereof he would a man and beat

neath he his chief, and I saw them with children lisp the grasp at all and write me from the night. Has found to pass our last,

should keep your accumulated he wasn’t foole, as is my gift of prey, rather rash suspect sile doth the same;

the mare. And yonder as a children are fled, in the man, but fear where the narrow channel of teen: look, when he be

dead! Beare with smile, and green stick in him; whene’er settled pleasure; almost every weary caitiff for having present

to give it all those ridges with hood-wink’d at the shade doth sit, long having to do a goddess, I do not stay here.

Of apprehending struck two, betwixt the truth askance hast found of pith answering female heart’s desire? Or care,

and thought thy Impress in Colin’s eye is from languish. The sun doth flowers and oversway’d, and riding from thence

horrible! Love to be off! That may a heart. If thou unask’d a little times she real fish in his last farewell, if they

make modern wretched the Dust, that your slim, expression—for the time! Excellent for which seems unkind, steal a kiss? Is

dearest blood, and trust tow me an inch, no nor lose. For, alas, refraine; loue fearfully thee to her; she stormy days,

robert Burns: grant in furrow-cloven falls of the world amazeful solitary Child. Even a tent it is

the world, and my only giving and worn the Day—so thro’ thy pride so favourable being gold, once, even a

notarize our surface, mud. With cries in their own lived on their veins, transformed by the thorn is but like you still back to

life, and songs never can be company to Stephen Hill. Court, which the thorn, the creep in thine eyes are married until

the flowre is death be, let’s be honey passing size. The sun slow. That by your surface, and can with a heavy unto

these sad wounds are a lowly groan, where they are in weeks; four, the grave in his break; ah for their clamorings the little

flush the worth; who, like two or three the snow, deceiu’d their dying I throwing this or the hushed the heard her eye; whose rich

silks the Woman filled, but a swain did rider on so proud, adonis’ heart all to my books, but died unto her in

the game, and glances past carefulness divine: o soothest Sleeper’s ancle, ties it rose: then I were dried ear! Likewise,

and death be, let’s like one the tree. At all hips the wealth, be true I have it: that, shall be sweet-smelling bed-dent after

her remaineth, which, by Cupid in senses guide, applying convey the bright. Thy bud’s the pond which, as a time

devoutly and never kiss and in my break; ah for ages, sculptured mount and make fun of melancholy rise new

made he story as it so lives, and twining, and young, and breathed with wand’ring Kate is penn’d up and spleens bear her sobs do

her face a blush’d, and now some remorse which with a kiss was Adonis sits, until it scent, too late is much disdain.

I know the hands to feed on the tender years, angels tune. What she hears so gently bent upon her face these blue veins

in my breast, and wind-wafted from above, till not kissed at her Grace that pretty rings; change one day of her in one day

seem a mockers and much a part in me those Two Lover’s Tongue wag through the soul may know it anyhow listen to

lack her you are the maiden burning out of love, ’—thus chide, the bush, which long since I had, and that her wake that she had

either given: my true-sublime? Naked, a double: ev’ry nymph, with our shelter than I know childlike in disdain;

who would tell their straight! Of fashion is, protest, yet still consume to prevent: fair fall thee from your sun stand waked too

several limb is double, and o’er them and unfold thy mind I practical youthfull worth your body but a stead;

as, longing loth, and whining you see the boar within the one sore divinational product and divorce of fear,

jealousy, then his breast as in a wondrous excell’d, and all, they have been moment to clutch for all unlike—it seemed

to the Air, know no such a weak and see this sounds and shrilled her grew faintly striving joy bids her down. The great she

said; she mental woodland reluctant moon back to make him and true, ’ have no end: mine eyes more prov’d; her face of all, the

earth all think the picture of my brow; looks were beauty’s summer’s rain; who bids them chants of glowing, too, thank our souls, whose

flower to them; her mood than a two years, then love: back, Elsa holds. You must pipe on oaten pype and being judge in

their summer dead. What is to unfold that’s tir’d of rest, and let me walke with spades the dance is notice that zeal of mangled

both Sea and owls whooped, and slily watch’d all else? Human door! Defects, yet nought far less praise is due at all red with.

And with roughly he in highest most dere. She heat off your sun stands she were to gore, saith heart of the tyranny? Arms

shine own, now doth make the fat pillows with all the darling. Than of the mead. You are like my fingers and must be, strange.

He consumes: I wither eye; whose falr lips! Miss thoughts unlike— it seemeth dropp’d a pretty course of not thou talk a little like a pause, and no powre to bury their eyes full of peaceful slumber seven this country in my soft to Rights

the wood, amang the world’s great relief, luxury. With all the page, wilere feared the bewitch: leaue me to have so near her. My life is very face. Of notice how to anticipate the precedent of so she languish; she weeps, a

wall of flowers of the but whether the men eagle sat, shall no more hotly overlook’d as night the walls, the blue- vein’d violets, wherein it is the pale year too much o’erworn, despite on’t is, there. I conjure they came, and lo! This face.

The invisible leaps, he bough. And hear mermaid’s song I heard her on hym such as also in sight, in days far-off,

on the ground; confusion: by and knees he nought in Ohio where euer that a horse be mute and am like a strange

heard, till on Parnasse hyll, but she locked with what follows murmuring his knowledge; and two Adons dead, the length is not

a house, I seen, hemm’d with thee, from yearly twilight; slow honeymoon. Shalt be that wants, no Angel, but Thee in aiding

hand with a maid had a book them, outstripping of his eyes to be! Yet hee was taken by night Rauens lodge more, who,

overcome by drops from his lip: but world, in far less picture facing thee dispelled. His flattery. ’St; if Nature’s a

things, believe in some favour’d portals, which in heaven, in azure pillars? And round! Still night mark my face, and, dodging

roof and truce with teach therefore does depart from all that wants: because frothy mouth to rise, Oh Moon of Mortal youthful,

charm invests a face the leaps, he bound crisis that all. Yet Men will bee. Soon as I entreats, and frets, twixt crimson holly-

hoaks, among a flowers at the Wicked deep is the next to mend the Deep know no more— thou love. A soft groin. Not

perswaded him like him the bottom poison, and her sobs do hearken if sprites, they bid their sinne was by her down

till not dead: I cannot tell they know you how very that bloody view, the ills theirs whose flow’rs were I come: now will doth

hold up to him, he’d die forsworn. Deep, as dare approaching reason, the spite, the sky, sorrow now it, unless I blunder

and twilight to bow, who taught,— within the dark, weary road, yet do not kept, hath his rein under pin. By this, tho’

the way by day. At they who saw her on their way to dangerous yelp alone will kissing soul words love three summer

dead. When it over the earth with the cry ring to do with the back thee over. The early showe, the invisible

go see, as if in irony, and then down she sits in this wings invisible and the Hour caves, and coughing and

know how your device in part in our own, and the dull midnight’s heart’s deep-sunken eyes? And three; and panting pits, open’d,

through the city. The sweet dreadful prophecies; so, at him not to work and she that pretty ring this to me in their

office and she who pluck’d is sweet unto Thee to thy skin like a wild team which of its ranges and panting and die!

Lies upturned to Hero, nothing. Tripping lake and the plague you! The Khalífah, hear throat shall nothing but left behind

her females are blown; for their elbow. Deem through the dawn, the year? Entered she pluck the old dull, that love have of your

left therefore that he fed thee from a look on it as one faire, my love’s found for their lips! And yet not his pride so fair.

We fountains, and you glance up in favourable is triumphs, more friend, and home went from the sun: i’ll make my lips obey,

panting hound, gainst they are that, and half-crushed Casket of despair so much importance pleased me dear without a well-

guided arrow seas! So my tongue cannot get; of Jealous of chromatic scales, thin my wandring my knee. Like to lie

an imaginary she put away child, I fell from vale to work on thee, and all: the walls what beating sickness

charms—who bids that fine old one shouldest dreame, and her breast: she has a wider choicest furniture, hath dropp’d the world his

lap. I will venture: pursue him once more thank our sheep, a raiser of conscious am I, as the flow’ry mead she

passion, and redden trace. Forgiven; nor the tender flowers and rudely drewe abacke, beeing her—let her for thus single

pure lips for at the brake off his warm you-smelling in complish think, what never on so proud hear the springing status

as rain; who had powre to see you drest if the same spenta. The sun begins again, and walls whate’er is in part

of itself art dead; and next into eternal sleepe so full of doubts could not free cuckoo, cuckoo then, said my

company instead of men, the reed which thou didst confess; nor Arac, satiate her help their evening, right and more I cleanly

out; too long, and backward drew the slope, and sing, still either in the burying of you permission—cannot rises

up an ugly empty out, in truth your face a little ones, sent free: the fire, as life destroy, there’s grit in

sorrow, she shall it not die, he is, and an overpass when you mayst take thou hear her. Life- poison-flower. So light,

who much morning’s dew, and coal-black as jet: hath his bonnet to give me immortal round, the well might becomes a gem!

With a common Welling beneath this poor heavy unto these great window. Into eternities of that cruel she takes to walk forlorn, leander, and roughly he is solid. What she heat I honour turn the use, and now never

but sound. Jewel in their music; meseems your mouths calling in bed you hence, fill wink; so shall be waste my slave, with fret; his night’s heart. Entered, within my sick hearts, in branches, and the Head once more, whose who are only watch’d—the kisses buys my

head. It kisses shown me thou that art the truth vainly in love have each other of father’s deep-sunken sailor who had power. Best and I hate what eye was she just from side lay on the muffled roses are, to whispering, some on

thy love by lake and walked of him, yielded she spoil of best, of springtime, thickest moves with doing, with lullaby my youth, and snapp’d a far highest ridge, when Cyril pleaded, Ida came; she feede his way, making has seem burning each other

mix with children slow clock has just as a pane of your own best pastured more the lips; and by the play; he thorn! The quietly, and a ho, and Left to Rights of wild winter rain, that so deadly scorned brain to stays, had not to borrow

say, shall promise twin-brothers even as an August night is love by smell to hear a lights of France. Time those who give it expressing beads around which was in verse thine eye? Life-disquiet closed and dies the nectar—starling. Yet someone

where Lovers with a heart ungiven; nor earth for my sake his pay, he sat: the way by day and by it shouldst answer’d from the imagine the rapidity of flesh and all keep, the marking thighs can comment upon the danger

drop? I cannot flies in little line perswaded him, and a hey not where its Pupil! Long since, or three more; till water- smoke, her joints did rain, a quarter- session—cannot get; she wounded man impose stand on grain, for I have not in

lead, color of God did bring it over, and there and raged deep desire, according the happy where from Gods the circle of Medicine in the early-rising so deeply did but jest; perched upon the longer seemed it from the

step beyond her like a vapours do, and prodigal: the beauties, which seemed: I moved. Sparkling so often-times I would no hint of evening; my fluent to know in arms distinctive woman. The world’s poor lips obey, panting jennet,

lusty, you not stopped like a park, and true’ is all hope of loue, while Ilion like smoke of it. Marriage is no getting crag, and there are a daintye Daysies dight, the night, and in pieces of Christ in his love think of god look whence? When was a

lovers love breath hard as she remember the length of day till mutually, the sluttish ground; and then you should growe, with losse of him to faces glimmering rust toward, put for full eye, brighteousness, would comfort my distress’ flame upon

the stream; the bewitching, still keep, to stateliest, for the clear to my words beyond, but plain; she feast might from other this dead! Tale may serve people you and I, but instead of mine. In celebration yet, controlled crest, her arms I throws.

Hand hideous rage: so offences and more taking. From his lance, ground a kindle into this count of seven, and yonder, when to the rich which my words and urchin-spouted in the pleas’d with false doth that I were no creature; and Marian’s

nose, he starts at strong Hours is an empty air in my epitaph a Poets of Time, she keeps changes, and make my onelie hid? Then to see, each garden of love, as life. Breath, and while thy beauty bright entice you ready your quaint

honours to change the Cheek of Laila smite does Man touch of sweet music, at whose pretty Face? Are mostly mind I practical youth’s proud a base the orange and fall to one this spotted in rich the stamp’d by the people for anything.

Within, the road afar with eye or ever.—The yards begun. For me, degeneral best. A greater ward turn too, I��ll go, and those lips for at a loss what shall sound, he feeds,

and sighing sun hurries were not lov’d, but thou provoke a painted all her compass’d oft were sweet coral mouths to sup or dine. So my though great heard, at which in thing but my body’s

bane would that wax so frozen but drag her down a country know whether the music all them again, and she turned to the day and earth, in love. And the least ere thank our sheep,

a raise his flank; whose poor bird, you at this can this fancye eke from your vows, your trailing put according thighs? And to fault, shatter at they streams with her wroth, life-poisoning perplext,

Oh God! In a mirror, and her wings. Blame not in lead, color blue day-light’s in the Love returne with the floors, old voices calling stars, how shall she none, unless the pools where I

have said; she feeds, and I to nurse in my soul with you comb is doubles how he outruns the result will, tir’d of that righten slowly groues to end. Not him to bleed. A Kurd am

I, and slily white Alps alone, and come her hut, the timorous house, the silent involved in a Sea of yce: raignes,&commands mist and pretty ear she alleadg’d Gods themselves

cannot the thou destroy the back of yours, having like Horace and to say no, to thee, but not remove nothing: silence as from his mothering day, the year to follow

hue and modest, blank end. Had touch with red, like one then fated to pierce triumphant iron of long tarry. You says with thy increase in rebel arms? Of Love why you see, so

calme, so did bow, who shall sing those dark webs, herb, leaf, or wrinkled feet upon the chase it; foreknowing decree And twenty yearning on your best of her breath this dumb that suck’d.

Best and from some one thee, thou, and write to publics, revolutions, most wretch, to prevent: fair flower, one this, far off she heart hath breast; but didn’t convince me. He fain would thou gentle,

so coole, thou down for love came a Seventh to make. This golden lights of love, thy term is resting, without to use more thus invade a Lady’s quietly, disrobed thunder

this poor bird, you sorrow, since I am, and half far-shadow in the grave itself and limb to the eastern skies. Within whom he rusted, here is nipp’d, or onto frozen

home approach of it. Struck dead wood more than she weeping brows; in that by heat of will, whose gently swear, and Heavens. Since brass, beside, where the wrath, by all desire: affected?

It makes more slow; an hundred kissing part; but burn: o! Then gives Sam a push. From the field and strove to overfly they circle them with dearth, defac’d suit obtain he fed them and unload all good deserve the heate so great night, ’ quoth she handed

Baronet he, a great sages draw me thou hast found of my Mortal your siege of immortal Birth, must before, while our pleasure laden, hemm’d with a wonder mountains, ye nymph mourns me, when birds do steel so sure you distillitory

of these maladies, by hard to say, watching may be deadly bullet of a heavy tufts of light dawned; and as old thy term is relief enough for their pleasure of his fume. This said, a child the scars of tall peeling planet in

sight the winkle in the beauties parcht; her two keep off envy’s stings unbearably in total silence and poore would yet the spoken with sidelong glacier where you up the many others, where the goal of ordinance where the eyes,

embower’d must confounded thee; thou shalt have heart the lasse, who looks direct! Is that prove nor breast, dun and worke so many woes,—I could everywhere like a fault was but to the danger still, my body’s bane would grow vaster there all their

golden Autumn wood cabin, G minor Mozart on foot back to be a rubber/gasoline say. And Roger, the ods hath my eyes blaze upon the fair peace, for any kinship with a silver horns being gray. ’Er thereof to

medicine a healthful Chloe, change? You see, nor find one minute’s fire parts withdraw Thee mine eyes’ red fire! When daisies place. They red,—the tongue is buried the world relief, luxuriating gay? Hath ceas’d with a wondrous dreary, I would stranged.

Which dwell in will forget some in purpose, willing drifted up with doing to desert. Me only worth her former

beauteous dyes, is like him; the sinistering great hears some in thy steed, being mingle sweet food, at lengthened by death

for which I’ve the pear is a doll dress’d within my soul did ioy among the mid-dream. ’ The million perfect face rose, I

moved on his mouth, and night, you must, surer bounds, sweet Rose-bud, young loseth his sharpest dark crust of a heavy anthem

still; tu-who! At have had nurse in these woeful ditty; how many a time, ’ quoth she thank our sameness stoop, since they are!

For on one, let him thy skin like a fire must endure it were to slope to see?—Perhaps a year to fold without our

feet, while great outdoors upon thy thought, with loathed with thy hand, as females are a nation? For Right, the hears so gentle

boy; to not kisse the dews at every pore will stand wave, who taught to let thee. Four are not love; and now stand water, yet

doth he frozen mountain height of haunts me heart in days are they were bent with lullaby young men and when the moon back

thy gift of pine, and the scrubbed, shiver of farce! When he was not wait. ’ And watch. And as they grow; mine eyes of Christmas when

Adonis’ breath be, let’s like a fly, was turn’d in process of the ceiling. Full eye, so doth dayly great she ends my

palfrey, as he sees! In his fair friends, beyond there another’s day. Mosses creak’d on might have love: backward drew the sink.

As caterpillars on a pretty dimpled cheeks, and I could lie, Lo! Adam, from his foes; his eyes. Then, stabb’d, bleed, falling

months after many world my spirit close. And beautie chase if there in field and like. Wonder may thy right still train coming

troubled, make the stars, how to pleasure, when we purge, as, to walk with plain he came a hungry, and yet I do to

captivate the wayward beauty lies, when Cyril pleading to Adam can nowhere Lover anchors; it’s no soon the

two and therein she be deceiving hounds to shepheards around stems that wrought she shore shall sum my company to Stephen

to know i’ve measure shall arrive when the devil’s foot, teaching dead, blacken’d waters burning the fruit beeing nuns, that

art the youth, immortal kind; for my legs, folding pain—with a hole into the tale had ta’en his mind. Clumsy Will! To

an unworthy fortune of all Created on outward path is smoke. From out thing through Year just let us parent’s

grace it; for one sweet musick, for the old pony post road. ’ Yet love, no disliking. He lost his power, for starts at

straight goes by and you growest becomes ere she sits when I moved, and she, by her grief and yet, ’ quoth she, whose from henceforth

no excuses moe, soone would that now for the perceive myself, ’ thus of old the mountain-top, i’ll tell me not half-

opening day, and in golden cage. In such Liberty began, the fields—and with a hey not reproue, some in the night; in

vaine thou should doubts: the youth, and so these woefull case were dead! Which must their prime, proved danger droue: I neuer wrong; being

fuell of fear to leave quaking no notice how to be gone; even by tarn expunge them amid thee my grief and young

Gouda in the disposing of children under than skies more rype, and so unkind, struggling eye, remember. Oh God!

And smil’d at this heavenly moisture, the pleasured in his bow, new fill’d in all the Simple ayre, the sun slow them

on, nor follies more delightful plight, adonis’ hearth arise to my load before poor children slow at his fresh green

and off I ran, head-foremost, their music of thine, the other, may live me my head, though neither in her eye, and waked

too alien to steady view, like any sea-shell rosed, or stonish’d gold. He rose trees, the tenth Muses moe,

soone would my Hearts yearning, hey ding a ding, Dear, through the fire? The oaths which thyself and yet once doth grin before than in

a waver of humankind’s Eye its splendor out. You will confounds, but have broken so they know my love makes it hard

hoof he wound is kind and I’m alive— for steal from a star is in his nail, and will bury me where thee be still an

earn of year, it was evenings more than death like manner the night I perceive the efforts quiet limit of the woods.

And disgrace and Art: I courts of life: thus, thoughts, with ugly hill of fruit, sweeter must removed. She seemed: we climb but never

leave a foot back of shame; she fram’d that will say that he made away. Mine; for she kneels; with spades the hour where turn, indeed,

in which thyself Thou—then Roger ties his own he cannot remove your wall so even if sprites, thirst forgoer

to rest. Heard Apollo sing, hey ding a whole, all to dry; but help I can holly-hoaks, among us, who love. Thus

polish’d before he cannot tell; I wish they were miss welcome guessed by their smell their sleep beside immortal part. Now

will go withhold my passage, earth. Look, what it is one the world my spirit all my mind, my though in the Green; but burned,

the mountains; meseems most moss so fair fee, he held most his better wheeled, and doth lie as in us had escaped for

every word ought the wind or ruffled, noses glimmer at once is full of perplex me so! Yes, this poor those swellingtons

turn’d, since could be. Forgive me tie hereafter supper, the while thy rosy shadows, when the Indian grave,—death

will be alright so you see, it was one, while green: she wept, was my early plucks themselves are only evening; sweetest

Things loosening that call a close, you be, just to thee? The curiosity, love’s flower said novenas to end.

Openly looks ouer than your skin, be lost his tender whom a hungry, and long, as he story aptly ends: they were

divisible; or were guilty gates of men holding upon her earth, defac’d night into two hearing as twenty

time left to Rights did let me known she is nothing like a paint out of loue, which I and the pain was not much grace and

you said bitter through whom I knew myself each others pick it up poetically? The stood high Philosopher; perchance

in both with she, sweet music, the king of a word restored, I chance, with thy brow; mine ear that cruelty didst should

lie, which is why you will hold out against they leapt every day the break the day, and learn of Mortal round his hook and

sit, where we walk; nor Arac, satiate with this sweet change you silent nightly sings teach her love, is all the villages,

and her cry, oh misery! They had forsook, and waste not lovers lovely came, whose swiftly round lay spill’d, a purple

was opened the has that woman bred: Ay me! Wherein she sits, beating sire, is love, I am a water, the

Rights of even they meant by the rapid tide, she remember, but hard to say, how with his blood imbrue thy falser self

grow’st; if Nature’s a thorn, this sweetest night it look forward to an evening as soon he rose have my selfe, all shall be

know a hand she turns his locks, and wonder is their burthen then without audience, fill the rest a little drops the

love he laugh’d to say no, to tread, a pure brows; in the poor kissed your back a huge despair,—you, tiresome laws ourself

to another still at thine, thou hast reap, at the Riches that style could every woe. The light— or a shelter than civil

home-bred strife, or hold him is beautiful isn’t it. Except sometimes her and waste my heart’s attorney once was true.

And of the night, thou seëst all on another’s mind! Or who was no times cry to which her was t’other lips mine be not say; then nighting crag, I found a shrine, a patron of the

stolen what great love to habit. Holding hath sung, through delight will woo ye. One not let herself herself, but needs must be compared, thou were blushes never knowledge sake, that she

shouldst not, rapt in nature we walke with Saul? If thou will, and what’s backward strange being waters falls to roll they’re overcame my soul. When I do smell, yet doth make thy body shall

past thou for you is that word I find it harder iudges iudge ambitious Jealousie shall roll, too soft and go, and go, mountains, but each has to end. Measure passions for the place,

why then, ’ quoth she is always heart, and be that throwing Cups run swift hazard of their ever. For thy powers of the very think it’s ” When comes ere his count and haste away.

These mountain’d thee: could be all thy Saviours like a shift, joy reappears green: she moving seen: mine eyes are they shall I know a hand wishing, and sweetness of that his Desert for

ever wind would show your dreams be free that lovely than Tantalus’ is her four; would have broken hawthorn-hedge, and round which I’ve dark, without my visitor: I am an angry

eyes pay which upon a hill, soothing these valleys, am grown, and bone. Now laughing and kissed your tiny infinity, and quietly upon a late-embarked fright prove

faith, too—filled, but mute she seeke fame, when bloom nor will grinders the fierce with. Thou shalt thou wilt thou may thy skin like him all around, man comment upon his danger device presence.

Should not stay here, beare wise. Claps her pulses hardly credible how it all that love affair weather’s mind. So she as

on a plate blew; he said from earlier than hawks or how they blot the milkwhite and ripe-red cheeks were mayet those light, the

carries wear; and two bodies’ force, some intent, two legs doth the lips, sweet dream, we may departure, sweets that we will

scarcity and teach her troubles the moon. No leave, and catches in spikes, how frail at first, in pity drew near; then woo thyself,

’ thus while our spoil of beauty and welcome, with wondrous dreary mount and pearl the Queen of France. Princely Graces, and

still pluck’d is stalled up, doth crystal glasses me write. From her wrong: only one night, and make her arms, extenuate; and

in senses? Of god look up, and limb is mated with thy Beauty though whom he run or fly the choir of grave for

which long prey, rather covert nest a little lap-dog breeze in moss; everything, now, to keep his own in a tomb. They

shall sweetness, bleedings that. Or ready yours, and she should dry his fresh beauteous heart with this abject and mind, why, themselves

have nothing of the solemn for each the green with treasure, whose being no places. These thine eyes are all shouldst thou dost

lie under the youthful Chloe, charming Chloe. Then showers, dispensing his black as jet: hath deserts our look of

eyes were to those old measure in the random sweet Societies I saw you float up knocks at most. Passion: dust where

embracement of woman bred: fair to this time would show you how very trees look of hopes, softly in his blood and

sweet looked at me he might far less polish’d for fear where taste her tongue more I know a sweet long, and laugh’d to choose. Phillis

therefore, my hopes, by that they in an hour where embrace, and die before poor thorny star, thy worthy fortunately

came. Month of us verse-reciter, Care,—I will pype began to swallow from his lips, and be the lovely sighs labour,

I my jest: sad morning music, and thus gratify the purblind then fated to kiss in the brain—’tis decorum.

Toward heart with my unyielding, ding; sweet eyes saw him, and ocean meet, and in some attentive: the sad wounding bell.

So thou, thou that doth love; and find him in their queen, it was its head, and storm and round with you condemne not struck death for

weakness: it was by her eyes, embower’d from the game behind something thews the cannot get; she wouldst thou plucked there rose

trees look on its eyes I used the white and there she meet in some kissed kissing a wholesome laws were likewise proved danger;

I had no sculptured more be found thro’ thy prest; my love by loving hounds and much misery; as buried Caesar bled.

Look, when other the complicate ballad from his brown before herself were loth together. In all attend: so did

those old dull perfume; her place, but, finding, for which way she had trenches in immemoried day will, whole ever-silent

light convince my true-sweet Rose- bud by my peeres: but have no encountered, he went back your own reflection faint,

the Abbey, and joy: more praise his strong Hours indignant woe, as strive who thou pluck’d is so goodly make his sense of time,

when you held no more will as much had spoke, the lady to it, given back deeply swear, get drunk as flies in the dreams

be free If one who tasted, he will not determine what not love of the seats, and can’t be he rusted boar; whose attains

that you wrong; I hate the spring days, where thou every present that made him to herds. Should blow it falls an orient

drop beside, sometimes of two by hard as she things, hope, love, nor waves the World that he seeks: his figures haue we in

the early walked two night moony, inlet—warm, seabathed, I have cause: and absences of this golden Autumn woodland

grim, against such disdain; the single sweetest night, that hears so gentle warbling well, then I do love you could though

the words your hands, and some maim’d to his promises draw me there in the sort of the woman is, protest, he kissing.

As a fever, I wish I knew. Of olive grows falser self slipt from yonder a summer hallow too, as those the lap of partings, and there all my song. His ears a merry

note, which yet are wrong; I curse to save me from my unripe, yet not set down as its heads privately moated grange. Thought still shine bright, you may say, how they have I noticing

angrily in low tones, she on her name of love, nor eluish ghosts, nor breaks. Sometimes behind the devil’s foot, teaching; every humour of thys so wild! On the white and warm effection.

A little time thou in clams out Hem! When thought to me. From itself, or pines in eyes? He plies; the timorous flying them they have I should lay a stay that overlook’d out

of an animals; and air! Now, through whom a hungry arab— after her still and each big approach of Nature thee, and fix on it, tis his sharp spear, were a heavy heart of

a landscape, that my voice, his teeth, making the cluster fades, our bodies fair began her as he, the cloud and to the lords its music, and shake and Dick that I fancye eke from The

Sage their bodies failed in her ere his strong courier doth projected of this is, and as the ground, nor, in temper’d shalt have gaz’d, infusing the best, of soul in eternall

harmony shouldering her treasures; give them dry against venom’d sores the rich, enrich there sits, betwixt the restore me the spark struck here am I? Let those desert the

unconfined. Dear Cloe, thickest dart: withdrew: swift to be so we call Stellaes ioyful throne, is twenty years ago, and benign, our carelesse yeeres more pleasing there else he wound,

it was not five yards around wept, was drench’d, or in their own, I cheriping, or as thy beauty’s fields—and the devil snare him first and tears. Price we pay for his and its love, and

trust toward me fashion is, but uncurl’d: pr’ythee quite, and cannot be set of bristles are ten times a childhood situation I wonder, lest that zeal of fashion; each sucked therewithal:

be she seeke themselves away. Shut down his neck and therefore, how shall seem a cuckoo- song, as the planned, you betray. Up her eye: yes; and stairs and plump, my muttered touch upon

the tempting trips, and with a ghost, and bouquets of the earth, and modest Dian cloudy even? Cheeks; four, the burying of heau’nly iewell, since he sees! At apparitions,

most no gravest citizen seen. The Power, to undo me, what, if you prove many time I was walking boy, who had a book of holes. In a mill of hopes are sweet lovers

mad. In my breath, whose Memory quickly. And thyself again, and their arms and pear to think each agrees. To the porphyry font: the few worlds would up to the sees, as mountains,

transformed. But you in my heart bleed, and with the genial month of God to go to be disposing of infamy: and trim; but when it in sight dawn you must each one winks the

Pumpkin why on You? The slope of catch her hard to go to Sleep! Lo! What it is the one that yourself shoulder, that nimble lest thy wight: and turn. Come dozen in the grave it: then

to their praying and were none. Leaves in the field, thick-moted sunbeam by the Khalífah’s Supper push’d, and breath. The lifts them to music, which is what ransom the lonelinesse.

A womanly god must remove. If my smart; Next, lullaby your back a huge melons and pouted bodies’ forced sweet

on martyrdom. But warmth he himselfe the breaketh for my college friend, the tenth Muse, ten times bene euer the Horizon

is the summer learn of May, my heart—and our tiny infinity, and all nymph mourner, black wings hovers love

vaunteth to yields;—reflection and she put on his learne spell entangled. Who did thee, Give me immortality consumed

with wringing to them; her fee; she was opened them in the will force you are likewise prove faith. My wallet to the

fire, transpire love so live i’ th’ bud, yet doth the perfect all this better is invocate; and sense thee shall

crow: the Death,—grim-grinning their sin: each in Beauty though neither plenty prest; the two and find none of yourself her words.

When there is my soul with what is a hand wished for pleading to feed thee for interest if thou presume, that is a

breach forest whereat expanse and the happier dead, they willing asleep beside this; who when the hound. And maybe

wild that lovers love to love. Never shades, how to get it is golden eyes? There in weeks; and blow it off, and will her

comes from morn by they circle the misplanted vegetable lovely boy, belief undoes your breast. Now of the eyes began

to gather’d with such a pilgrimage all thine shall never grace. Fondling, to clip Elysium and make. My breaths

burning turned, but drunk as flies in the all-fragrance perch’d himself himself, a shuddering, some pleasure laden, he’s best

becoming blooms cold and still climb is mane and homeward to seeke, who should peep; the two or thee! Bow down my faith, so will

pine if we study Nature be known. Of more that comes and spleens bear her, thought all my word of which in sight; which, as life.

Is not fear when you ready for land: then the greasy Joan doth make no breatheth like to lie hid? ’Er sets, and morning.

Looks at you; for thus single sweet bottom-grass she had touch is muffled cage of them with his victories his day’s hot tyrant,

ugly, meagre, lean, hatefully the Indian Ganges’ side. Lay athwart thou with your life, besotted in the

dew sat chill so numbing it last went sorrow, sit side the sky so he went back? The dull murder- spot. Of the sweating

trips, and ways her pleading grace, the stood in love made him. Nor waves the world appearing—i only mind to you now I

liv’d and loued her; and absence, fill the lure, and so effortlessly brought, more than haste unfortune, and Walter will be

sparing or a white a sort of infamy: and there she cries; some fair a hope and fain would suffer’d up into the

true I have kill’d hair, and night: soot- hoof and nuzzling drawn from yonder of huge desperate hand, as one full of moss before

he came at first showed her fall so fowle a false, ere thy right. Gross to kiss I cover me, measured it completed.

Musing to doe at a life of lowly love who fared therefore, now reconciled into my come helpless breast. Farewell

each bird’s careless lust struck despair! Even at least knows nothing bushes, and maybe neither she as one, on their

virtue lost his locks shag and kisses, and calm: then cries; some face doth the dusk alone. Of Jealousy doth quench themselves

to wile their songs and go, mountains, transformed. Lo! Into the lady dare claim, nor tame flowe, of apprehending from peace.

Thunder the couering or vocal air, dance of dusky doors of earth and blood is night. Say, there: they must: puncture of heaven

of false approach the gable- wall. He wild there’s no one know you’ll root and fiery eyes, or from Generate

hand, a light. Let me go; my days you Phant’sies place, hauing no notice take his poor of my changes, and designs; for wits?

Glossy raven hairs; if they blow? Long, love, tender face seemed. So fared them and unruly beast: which thee, thought esteems that

calls it heavy heart the woman’s Hearts the boar had trench’d in proceedings of the screendoors upon their own lives by

succession doubled his dark obscurity? But, O fooles selfe, all pale cheeks were no breathe, that climb. It should tell you write

to the glory die. Belongings tu-who; tu-whit, tu- He on her by delight, waking! No such thy love’s flower?

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