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koriandrprincessoftamaran · 9 months ago

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I get it

E/riel’s have been disappointed & shook since the BC.

I understand there are aggressive shippers out there on all sides with ✨ ZERO ✨ emotional intelligence & can’t help themselves from being actual villains.

All that to say, the biggest difference between Elriel v. Gwynriel/Elucien is we do actually use canon with complete context & build upon that. Canon from multiple series most times. We’ve kept up with the story.. We actually understand the narrative THE AUTHOR is wanting to convey. It’s both.. iykyk

If Elriel’s actually follow cannon you’ll end up with chosen love (if Elain even gives him a chance after that BC), their powers don’t sing or dance for the other, Elain has a bond trailing her forever, & Az leaves Elain for his mate when his bond snaps (bc it’s canon he wants a mate bond. He straight up says he’s envious of RHYS & CASSIAN. Az, quite literally, waited 500 years for a MATING BOND to snap with Mor.).

It’s clear y’all don’t understand that Elain’s treatment of Lucien is NOT unique to Lucien as a character. She’d be treating Az the same way if that bond snapped in Hybern, the same way y’all don’t understand that Azriel’s visceral longing for a mate is NOT unique to Elain as a character.. the same way y’all don’t realize that if Lucien never said anything, y’all wouldn’t have your favorite scene of them sitting in the garden.

I’ve seen a few post lately saying we’ve read too many fanfics, have confused cannon, & that we’re envious of Elriel… that’s what’s prompted this rant lol… This take is rich coming from the ship that had fics with Azriel’s shadows playing/DANCING for Elain, only for that dream to be drowned in a muddy grave in chapter 60 & in the BC of ACOSF.. yet y’all still are out here trying to explain that away or try to spin it as a positive… An Elriel shipper had an artist commission them as Eric & Ariel. At first I thought that commission was supposed to be an uno reverse of irony & apparently it’s not, it was actually for Elriel month & intended to only have one level of irony… Who’s really envious & confusing canon here?

Never seen an Elucien post saying “Darn, I wish Lucien’s power didn’t come out when he was trying to get to Elain, I wish his power was absent around her like Az’s shadows. Shoot, I really wish Lucien didn’t give Elain incredibly thoughtful gifts for solstice & ask Fayre multiple questions about Elain so he could know her as a person. Really wish he didn’t fight his way through a battle field just to see Elain. Actually, I just wish Lucien didn’t think of Elain’s well being at all, he should’ve NEVER thought about her still not eating, how thin she was, & how much that look in her eyes worried him.”

Never seen a Gwynriel post saying “Aw man, I wish Azriel didn’t notice how Gwyn’s freckles crinkle on her nose when she smirks & I wish he didn’t bait her into a challenge like he did with the obstacle course. I really freaking hate that his shadows danced with Gwyn after we got direct confirmation they don’t do that for Elain. Darn, really wish Az thought of his hands tainting Gwyn when we got his PoV.”

It’s absolutely hilarious that they’ll try it when I have YET so see an Elucien proof of ship post that isn’t straight from the books (with the complete context of the quote) & have it not support the overarching narrative THE AUTHOR is wanting to convey regarding a fated mate.. I just.. y’all, it’s okay to be wrong.

If I need to spell it out for you, the overarching theme is ✨ like calls to like ✨ & the mating bond transcends all… I’d hope we all know this as we’ve had to read that saying 832 times & have 832 examples of mates CHOOSING to accept the bond after getting to know them & healing.

We speak with 100% conviction bc it’s OBVIOUS! Elucien’s have been nothing but validated by SJM each time she released a book building more tension for Elucien to explore.. ACOSF was 100% validation for her Elucien’s.. I see Elriel theories & posts all the time bc I follow the Azriel tags. I don’t engage unless the Elriel tag is missing bc I won’t hop on a post that’s obviously for their discussion & rants. Tho, when I do go snoop, I have never seen a Elriel theory or take that can’t be disproven BY THE BOOKS aka THE AUTHOR..

I get it

We’ve all waiting YEARS for SJM to finish a series & we want to see our characters HEA.

I have ✨ ZERO ✨ problem with yall shipping Elriel, it’s just the fact y’all still scream that “your book” is next.. Sweetheart, there’s no book… & it’s that y’all copy & paste Elucien/Gwynriel characteristics & dynamics onto your ship. Like, yall do realize the depth of irony you put yourselves in every.. single.. time?

Just enjoy your side of the fandom & understand that the ship YOU WANT can ONLY be achieved through fanfics or realize that your ship is actually just a pick’N’choose of Elucien & Gwynriel.

I’m sorry that I’m not sorry for considering y’all a joke at this point in the maasverse. Every Elriel take or “proof” I see ends with me laughing my ass off, bc it’s comedic gold the amount of hoops y’all need to jump through. Realistically, only thing Elucien’s & Gwynriel’s need to do is just sit back & wait. Because on this day of May 6th, 2024, we should know that something greater than the cauldron chooses mates, Elain & Lucien are STILL CONFIRMED TO BE MATES, Elain has yet to have an on page conversation with Lucien discussing the future of their bond, Azriel’s shadows still ONLY dance for Gwyn or Azriel, & Az’s chest still ONLY sparked for Gwyn…

ALAIS, Elucien’s have been trying to help manage y’all’s expectations since 2016 & now have us Gwynriel’s to back them up bc it’s allllll in the books babes! (We can pull evidence from all of her series that supports SJM’s theme of like calls to like, mating language, & mating behaviors to show actual proof of our ship)

Honestly, it doesn’t matter how much y’all try to “I know you are, but what am I?” us to death, it still won’t change the fact that after the CoN scene & chapter 60 in ACOSF, y’all should’ve just taken that L with grace & dignity..

I know the best thing to do is not engage or add to the flame & that they bait, I just can’t help it. I work in the legal field & arguing a point is in my blood! 💀 I get it, don’t yuck others yums, it’s just so funny that we are still neck deep in discourse with them about mates getting a book together… in a contracted fated mates series..

#pro gwynriel #pro elucien #anti e/riel #whats done is done #and the gag is #the call is coming from inside the house #today tomorrow or next year e/riel sank

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robocatfan · 25 days ago

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An angry summary of Speak the Ocean by Rebecca Enzor -Part 6

Happy New years, let’s start with this

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 7

Chapter 10- Finn

Finn is mortified because

He can’t believe he got “outsmarted by a fish.”

Said “fish” can talk, in spite of him constantly swallowing everything Delmara said about mers not being intelligent enough for their “noises” to be a language (as if any noise an animal makes isn't made to communicate something, essentially making it their species’s “language”.)

This means that not only was the mer communicating with the dolphin while he was getting them fish, but that also means that she was actually screaming Niku’s name when they were getting separated (as though a non sapient animal isn’t capable of somewhat communicating with another and show distress when going through shit like that.)

Now that he knows Erie can speak and he’s now “thinking of her as Ariel” because of it (I swear if I hear these guys saying something like “seeing them as Ariel” one more time I’m gonna-), he’s now broken what it’s considered Oceanica’s number one rule: Never Humanize the Mer, and he knows from experience that anyone who does that and doesn’t view the Mer as the “perfect predator” that they are (which they aren’t), ends up injured or worse…

Which, if we ignore the fact that the Mer are as sapient as humans are, makes sense, since treating an animal like it were a person can lead to serious consequences.

HOWEVER, even before this point he’s spent most of the previous chapters constantly saying that the Mer are clever, almost seemed to be talking to one another, look for weaknesses to exploit, seem to have a preference for jewelry over food, all that stuff. In other words? humanizing them all this time.

In any case, he now feels guilty about the separation thing - but only the separation thing - I don’t see anything that says he feels bad about shocking her too - and realizes Jen has been right all along, and he tells her this when she first assumes his freaked out state is due to Erie snatching the bag with the necklaces (which he feels she deserves now that he knows what he’s done), essentially “condemning” her too.

Note that he’s feeling all of this just because of “his” mer, but thoughts about if the other mer in the establishment are also able to talk or previously expressed emotion, - much less how he and his coworkers treat them in spite of the implications of this revelation - has never cross his mind. Just to show how “important” the other characters are to this narrative :v.

Then Jen starts suggesting something which he knows is “dangerous” cause by this point he knows she won’t dismiss it by saying that Erie’s “just a fish.”

And he’s proven right, because Jen’s “dangerous” suggestion… turns out to be simply letting Erie and Niku be in the same tank for a while.

So he asks how she plans to place the mer back into her own tank before anyone notices, and he’s shocked when Jen grabs his arm - because for whatever reason he thought this was her way of hitting on him?! (you have just known her for a dozen days, you’ve said it yourself!) - and suggest bribing her with the necklace he’s still holding.

He thinks it won’t work… even though as Jen points out, that successfully managed to get Erie to eat. Not only that, but he was the one who came up with the bribery idea in the first place even before he knew Erie was intelligent enough to go along with it!

So he concedes (since he now definitely knows the mer likes pretty things. And you'll think they’ll use the necklace to bribe her, considering how the narration specifically gives attention to it… but no. Apparently Jen just referred to “bribery” in general terms, because even though Finn knows she can’t understand him - or at least enough to understand everything he’s saying - he tells Erie that he’ll let her see Niku but that she has to come back when he says so.

Actually, does that sort of deal fit the definition of bribery?

In any case, Erie then asks about Niku, and we get to see how her voice sounds from Finn’s perspective. Again, in spite of her language supposedly not sharon human grammatical conventions due to her kind sharing it with dolphins - who communicate with vocalizations mostly disconnected from any sound a human might make or understand, implying this also applies to mer - her words sound completely coherent, clear in the water, higher pitched than how old she appears… and it also reminds him of Chlorine’s scream after he performed the rip no jutsu on her gills.

All of this makes me wonder how on earth no one has noticed the complexity of mer sounds if they supposedly sound so clear and how like human sp- oh wait, the shocking thing. Right.

Then again, there must certainly be other groups of people (who we never hear about, like Oceanica is the only place in existence who deals with mer) out there who also capture mers but don’t shock them everytime they breathe, and thus may also have realized this way sooner. Considering 6 years have passed since merfolk were discovered, it’s strange how no news or papers making light of this aspect have been made so far.

Continuing with the plot, Finn shudders at the memory of his murder before he walks to the tube connecting the tanks and opens the glass door on Erie’s side. She’s cautious at first due to its small size, but rushes in as soon as he points and says the dolphin’s name.

Jen then closes the door behind her, and before she can panic Finn opens the door to Niku’s side, and Erie immediately rushes to hug him like he did on their first day there. Finn then notes that she’s making “mer noises” and catches himself before he can think that Niku looks relieved, “as if a dolphin can feel relief.”

… Considering their intelligence and the events happening right now, I wouldn’t put it past them to be able to do so.

Jen beams at this heartwarming display, but all that this guy can think about while seeing this is about how fucked he and his coworker are.

Chapter 11- Erie

Erie and Niku hug one another and the latter is glad that his princess is safe. She reassures him that, while hungry due to not knowing the landfolk wanted them to eat dead fish - again, I wonder why these supposed predators who mostly eat fish to survive don’t register dead prey as food, like that isn’t how they mainly get sustenance in the open waters. (Also remember: Jen somehow managed to get Niku to eat in spite of said dislike of dead stuff. How? We don’t get an answer) - she’s fine, before her guard notices the necklace she’s wearing and asks about it.

Erie fingers the jewel with her still ink-stained nails and pushes away the thought of her being no more than another blackened shell before telling Niku that Finn bribed her with it, then clarifying that he’s one of the two landfolk and since they kept calling her Io, she told them their names.

Niku gapes in a mixture of disbelief and annoyance - “basically a regular Niku look” - and asks when did she learn to “speak the air.”

And in case you are wondering, the book insists on constantly making Erie and Niku say “the” before “air” or “ocean” when talking about them (which I’m gonna mostly skip in the summaries), possibly to make those “languages” sound more mythical or foreign to both them and the reader. But imagine if you applied that to normal languages; imagine someone actually saying they “speak the English” or something like that.

Anyway, Erie’s narration clarifies that she can’t speak air (more like she doesn’t, really), she “speaks the ocean” - hence the name of this book - before explaining how she learned the landfolk’s names by way of summarizing what she did in Chapter 9 (aka pointing at herself and saying her name until Finn did the same, and then telling Niku that she does plan to learn to speak air to ask why they are here.

Niku stares at the landfolk (where Erie notes that Finn doesn’t look happy like Jen) and is rightfully skeptical of her plan and the landfolk’s supposed kindness - and in spite of Erie wondering otherwise, he’s absolutely certain that they are not going to take them back home. Not only that, but after she gathers the courage to ask the question, he affirms that this is also the fate that befell Huron, her two missing family members, and the other mer.

So Erie traces his scars like she used to do when she was younger and her mother disappeared , noting that she used to imagine them as a secret path that would lead her to her. But now that she shares her fate, she realizes these scars were caused by a net (which she now also shares - but it’s only now that we get to know about it), so she asks Niku how he got him as well as how he managed to return from the landfolk.

After hesitating for a moment (enough for Finn and Jen to be gone by this point), he admits that it was all thanks to the queen.

Erie, excited to hear a story about her missing mother in her prime and that also doesn’t involve others blaming her from their current situation (for some reason) , listens intently as he tells her that one day, he and his two younger siblings were trying to find a school of fish and bring word back of it to the Seadom.

Once they found it though, they attempted to corral it back in hopes that it would earn Niku a place as a guard (even though as he notes, “it was an impossible plan”) However, they were so focused on what they were doing that they didn’t notice the arrival of two boats, much less the net stretched between them until his brothers slammed into it, with him being too stunned by the events to escape or help them.

He pauses to take a breath in the surface, and Erie - knowing his moods as well as how he blames himself for everything that befalls those he cares about (which we didn’t even get a little hint or implication about until now) - traces his side, wishing she could take back all those times she made him worry or insulted him by calling him a jellyfish.

When he sinks back, Niku reveals that the boats were capsized by a storm, and that he and his siblings were unable to surface due to still being trapped, which left him with his scars.

After surfacing once more and pacing around for a bit, he reveals that his brothers drowned - with the matter of fact way he states it actually being noted in-universe, disturbing Erie - while he passed out, but by the time he came to, he was free of the nets thanks to the Queen, who’d snuck away to save them in spite of her useless husband saying that it was too dangerous to come for their aid.

She helped him stay on the surface to breathe until he was strong enough to swim on his own, all the while telling him stories about her children , with him - and thus the text - only specifically noting Clair, the green haired Eaton - her only son, (who will be important later…. well, yesn’t. It’s gonna take a while to get there, but you’ll see what I mean) - and of course, Erie.

He pledged his life to her since then, and she promoted him to guard and asked him to safeguard his youngest daughter, which he now feels he failed to do.

Erie reassures him that he hasn’t and says, for the millionth time, that she’ll learn to speak to the landfolk and figure out what they want with them ( ok ok, but then what? What does she plan to do after getting that answer she oh so wants? We aren't given any idea of that in the text , and frankly, I don’t think she even thought about it herself), remaining resolute - even when Niku warns her to not trust their captors and that no one has returned after getting captured - that she will find a way to get them back home, and that she will save them both just like how her mother saved her guard.

Now, does she actually ask her question her ?… We’ll see.

#an angry summary #book #mermaid books #romance books #book summary #speak the ocean #mermaid #merfolk #book review #ma stuff #bookblr

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thenamesblurrito · 3 months ago

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ask dump fourteen(? pretty sure it's fourteen)

haven't done this in a long time! for new followers, this is all questions about SNAP, my magical girl tf fan canon

lore topics this time are: pollution, spambots, the Onyx Triptych's powers, v-tubing, Depression era food, squishing Optimus, monoformers, Rodimus's flames as a shield, hero transformations, and Ariel vs boar

uhhhh probably pretty similar to what creates pollution here on Earth, just with different effects since it's not an organic ecosystem? "adapted to it" is kind of impossible to answer though, considering how many forms of "pollution" there can be. strip mining, pumping liquids or gas, and excessive drilling will end up dumping a lot of dirt and byproduct into the surrounding area, only it's less likely to be toxic. more like covering the area in rubble, runoff, or mudslides than "pollution", bc heavy metals are the norm there, and leaving large valleys, caves, or empty cavities in the crust that may make the area unsafe to navigate. one of the usual bad effects is accidentally or on purpose diverting the flow of energon in the area, or even damaging hotspots and leylines. on Earth this would be the equivalent of damming/draining a river, messing up the water table, removing citywide plumbing, or cutting power for weeks/months with no fix. their landfills aren't pollutants so much as they are recycling on a planetary level

airborne pollution is less of an issue, not bc they don't have a lot of "pollutants" in their atmosphere but bc the mixture of gasses is less important to their ecosystem than it is to ours. they've got weather control stations scattered around Cybertron (first ask here) and some of that work is air purification/atmospheric preservation. fine grit and dust can have negative effects, in the same way volcanic ash getting into machinery or blanketing roads can be detrimental, and they often have issues with heavy precipitation causing floods, so those are the usual culprits for airborne elements

probably the thing most widely considered to be pollution is rust, even tho it's a perfectly natural part of Cybertron's ecosystem. the Rust Sea is like that naturally and should be like that, but the harsh effects of rust still give it a cultural connotation of a polluted wasteland. huge patches of rust, oxidization, or other enbrittlement outside of the Rust Sea can be a sign of environmental degradation which may be caused by pollution, but not necessarily. the other big one is organic material, often fungi, molds, or bacteria that have adapted to live on metals or plastics and form big colonies that outstrip the ecological balance of the area to the point of "pollution". this can happen with invasive species from Eukaris or Caminus as well. actually speaking of which, Eukaris as a technoorganic ecosystem and Caminus with some native organic flora would be more susceptible to the kinds of pollution we're familiar with than other planets

GOD. FROID REALLY WOULD, THE LOSER AHFHGKF. i'm taking this ask as an online suspicious ad/random phone call asking for ur credit card info type of scam and not just any situation of someone lying

first of all, Soundwave and minicons would be the scammers, of course. uhhh Rodimus is p easy to dupe if it's about the right thing or if he's not paying attention. Windblade has her moments of naivety which would make her a potential scam target if her cityspeaking didn't often give her a heads up. Chromia WILL click on ragebait just constantly and really needs to invest in an adblocker for this reason. Hellscream, if he spent his time on a computer, may get suckered by beauty scams and consider buying into an MLM. Ariel can be convinced that she broke some rule or another fairly easily, but the trouble is that can't be used to scare her into participating with a scam bc she thinks breaking rules is a fun pastime

Orion is susceptible to begging and playing nice by ppl irl like Sentinel but not rly online scam stuff. Minimus would accidentally pick up the phone for an insurance scammer and then spend the next hour lecturing them about how this is not how anything works and here is every single law and procedure about it. Blitzwing would accidentally pick up the phone for an insurance scammer, realize it, and then scream and pretend to die in a car crash to freak them out. Makeshift would probably do the same

as for non heroes: Oil Slick has definitely gotten his credit card info stolen like, seven times. TG unironically believes in MLMs. Swindle is an even bigger scammer than Soundwave

could not locate the post this is quoting rip. i'm certain i mentioned this somewhere as a one off but i cannot for the life of me find it so! lemme just say it all here

the Onyx Triptych mask is primarily an othersight related relic, which is sorta a catch all term for any kind of vision-like extrasensory perception like Drift, Soundwave, Cyclonus, etc. each of the three masks can hone in on different things. Mournsong sees the trails of sparks moving thru life to death ala sunrise to sunset, and can see them going to/existing in the Well. Predator sees into those sparks, into the person they are, what they have done, the ripples they have left, and so on, and then track them that way like a bloodhound. Farsight sees… potential? or metaphors made real? or places and times and realities that aren’t this one shaped by the concept of people, in a confusing and dazzling display of Everything that (probably) means Nothing. it doesn’t matter which face Triptych is wearing at the moment, those visions are technically available to him all at once, the masks each are focusing tools that block out a “spectrum” of othersight so he can pick the right thing to look at

the way he sees sparks, dead or alive, isn’t like seeing ghosts! Drift sees them as people, faces and frames and echoes of who they were and what they did. Triptych sees literal sparks, zooming around like comets, leaving afterimages looping back and forth wherever they go like infinite comet tails. kind of like looking at a long exposure photo with those long light trails! and it’s just sight, it’s not interaction really, unlike Drift who can “feel” the ghosts in a way that lets him speak with them if they’re strong enough to sense him back. Triptych uses his othersight more to hunt down living people (or at least, the living ppl with sparks he manages to identify in all that visual noise. they’re just balls of light, they don’t come with name tags!) bc he can see where they’ve been + what they might be doing + what kind of creature they are no matter the distance. it’s handy when he shows up late to the monster of the week and has to track down the other cons

the experience of being Triptych is basically the visual equivalent of this song, and explains why he’s so… like that. even tho Blitzwing tries rly hard to be a chill guy and manages his triple fracture pretty well, it all goes out the window when he powers up and leans into the crazy. this is uhhh kind of detrimental to his mental health, and he knows it, but who said teenagers make wise decisions???

re: the ghost interview thing, that’s more likely to be a Deadlock moment, since his form of othersight and empathy is much more fitting. comparatively, he can’t actually see into the afterlife like Triptych can tho!

i mean... i guess? something about my brain means i hate watching videos that aren't movies/documentaries (and sometimes even then) so streamers and youtube in general aren't my forte. i'd imagine generating a virtual avatar for a mech is a lot quicker and the use of it a lot smoother, especially via object interface, so yeah sure! i know nothing about the world of v-tubing tho so that's kind of all i can comment on?

i missed "era" the first time i read this and really went geez what depressed person is making peanut filled onions in the depths of their apathy???

it's probably going to be just the staples of iron (and other metals) and energon in various forms, most conveniently a silted shake, and if they're lucky enough to live anywhere edible cyberflora grow, some supplemental fruits/veggies. they can mix up the form and presentation for personal preference, like crystal energon vs liquefied fuel, etc, but that's always going to be the cheapest and most necessary things to eat that are easy to acquire. heck, plenty of people who aren't poor or suffering a depression economy live exclusively off silted shakes just for efficiency

uhhh if i'm going for realism, no he couldn't survive being squashed literally flat bc that would destroy his body and rupture his spark (not that Optimus dying is a big deal tbh)

if i'm going for a funnie cartoon logic gag which would definitely fit in this magical girl anime genre, then sure! Pancake Prime roll out!

the most relevant analogue to monoformers in SNAP would be Mutacons, an actual frametype like triple-changers. people who have lost the ability to transform due to injury or the like (ala Terminus and his loss of mobility) aren't really called monoformers, they're just called disabled. or some other less savory terms, depending on if the speaker is a bigot, i suppose

considering functionism is all about sorting people according to both useful body types and social connections, people who are unable to transform get the short end of the stick by a big margin. if their function doesn't require transformation, if their support network is solid, etc, then they will probably be okay, but it won't be fun. and there isn't really a "monoformer movement" here either, for a variety of reasons. maybe surgically removing the t-cog was something that occurred in the past, maybe voluntarily or maybe at the command of a despot, idk, but it's not a thing currently

oh sure. depends on the speed/material of the projectile, but Rodimus could certainly spew enough flame to burn something away or at least change trajectory with the heat/wind/pressure. for some examples, if it's like uhh... Cheetor at top speed? no way, some fire isn't going to do anything to someone moving that fast. if it's Optimus barrelling thru in truck mode? mmmm probably not going actually stop him, it's just fire and not an actual explosion or physical force that could push Optimus back, but the heat would do some damage and the light may sour his aim. bullets? i'm actually not sure about this one, he could definitely get it hot enough that bullets melt midair but the splatter of molten metal may not be great either. nets or other capture gear thrown by Enforcers? oh sure that's a piece of cake to burn off

huh, i hadn't even thought of this before... i think they could absolutely go from kid root mode to hero alt mode, or vice versa/whatever combination thereof. considering their hero forms are, technically, straight up different bodies that they manifest and inhabit when powering up, the root and alt modes of both aren't necessarily linked (and aren't even equivalent for folks like Blackarachnia or Deadlock who become triple-changer heroes, or Makeshift who has no alt mode)

(post this is referring to)

she's kind of hardcore so she would actually try going up against a beryllium boar! would she win? debatable. her odds are much better now that she can become Elita 1. assuming she could successfully slaughter a boar, she may not know exactly what to do from there, as she's more on the violence side than the culinary skills side, but she would at least be able to stomach killing/processing/eating an animal!

#TF:SNAP #ask dump #worldbuilding #cybertron #blitzwing #triptych #decepticon #cybertronian culture #cybertronian food #optimus #rodimus #autobot #ariel #hope i tagged everything i saved this as a draft like a month ago and dont know if i missed something

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ssvperboy · 9 months ago

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"Don't lie," Ariel mumbled, head shaking at the other, "don't think you would've felt the need to go through my phone if you trusted me." They were fuming at the other, tongue dancing around his cheek as Ariel huffed and puffed. "This was never exclusive, Mateo, you have no right to want to confront me about anything."

Mateo paced around the room, his heart beating a million miles a minute; he felt as though everything was a lie, every single moment. “I trusted you.” His accent thick as the words hung off his tongue. “Were you ever planning on telling me about all of this?”

@ssvperboy

#ariel v. // speaks #ariel v. & mateo v.#it's them wondering if they use the little spanish they know to argue rn slakdjldka #justpretxnd

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otnesse · 1 year ago

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This is a reply to @stupidflandersissexy's reblog to Marcia Brady's posts since I've been banned by the latter and thus can't do a direct reblog.

#some really interesting points here#the only thing I disagree is the little mermaid having the supposedly having lgbta subtext#there are other things people can be or feel like outsiders without being lgbt#but still good points#it's true that she doesn't have a job or anything#they were working to support their families and feed their kids

The LGBTA context is more of a yes and no,to me. I don't see it,but I can understand why people have such a point of view. Personally,Ariel comes across to me as way more of a curious,open-minded and analytical teen girl living in an intolerant society. One doesn't need to be gay to feel stiffled because of said circumstances(not to mention I've seen good cases for Ariel as an ableism allegory). Even the "turning human" can be about having the means to live a fully free life(another point towards a disability context,IMO. Accomodations,and all that jazz).

Now,onto Belle. She was supposed to be the misunderstood outcast whom people mercilessly judge due to not accepting different opinions,but she walked around the town getting lost on books while everyone else worked to make a living. Considering how Belle wasn't shown having to work,or otherwise struggling with finances,she truly came across as privileged and it gave the movie unintentional classist undertones - framing the girl who could afford to daydream 24/7 as inherently superior to the people who had to make a living generates some unfortunate implications. The worst is that said scene could be so easily changed by having Belle read while the rest of the villagers were having different ways of leisure and/or enjoying their free time,and show them bullying her(or at the very least gossiping about her) for not being as social.

The worst is that Belle could've been a great protagonist with that personality. A flawed heroine is a good way to stenghten the moral of the tale - true beauty comes from within. Then,Belle loves the Beast with all her heart,and vice-versa,making each other better people. Belle-as-a-snob also had the potential to make the point about the town being close-minded and judgemental stronger,by showing how such environment affected her. Maybe she was mistreated in some way,or whatever. To top it all,there's a parallel with Beast - there's a beautiful side in the prince,and there's a beastly side on Belle.

All the potential above was wasted on putting some girl on a pedestal."

Not to mention Ariel can also qualify as an autistic allegory as well. I know she certainly acted as one for me, at least (I need to know your secret on how you could understand how some people could view her as an LGBT allegory without agreeing with it, because I really can't understand it at all. Mostly because Ariel, heck, even her original counterpart, fell for someone of the opposite sex, meaning it killed any possible allegorical/metaphorical connections to that bit. Not to mention she stayed the gender she was born in, anyways. I think the closest I've ever gotten to seeing any allegory to LGBT to otherwise technically straight characters was with the protagonists from Sex and the City, and that's only because it was exceedingly transparent.). And a funny thing is, Ariel's part of the reason I converted from Episcopalean to Roman Catholicism as a kid (though unlike Ariel and Triton, my dad was supportive of it. Heck, my loyalty to Ariel and connection to her grew even stronger after a genuinely terrible College experience, one where the professors often times tried to beat my Conservativism out of me during lessons as well as brainwash me into their line of thinking. They ultimately failed, but I still carry the mental scars from it. In one sense, you could even see Ariel in the various conservatives on College campuses who are outright marginalized and not even allowed to speak and give their views on those college campuses (and you have to admit, regardless of your political views, conservatives STILL have some right to speak rather than constantly being silenced and even forcibly brainwashed).

As far as Belle... my current views on Belle are a bit more...complicated. I can't really say I'm necessarily "anti" towards her (Certainly I don't dislike or even hate her per-se. I guess the closest I can state to an actual negative emotion towards her is terror and fear, more on that later. There's still some potential to being restored, contrast with the Rebel Alliance with Star Wars, who I'm now fully anti towards thanks largely to George Lucas being a grade A idiot and boasting his pro-Vietcong credentials at their expense), but she definitely fell hard regarding likeability as of late (to give a good hint as to how far she fell for me, when I was younger, she was second place regarding the DP list, just below Ariel. Now? She's second-LAST, just barely above Merida). But I will say it's slightly closer to anti at this point. And there's a whole lot of reasons why she's a bit closer to the anti scale of things for me.

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moths-in-the-coat · 1 year ago

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OC PROFILE #8: ORIGINAL UNIVERSE (ARMAGEDDON)

"I never asked to be born sinful. I never asked to be born at all."

✴ name: Ariel Merihem ✴ nicknames: Ari, Mayhem, Hellstar, Sparky ✴ age: Appears to be in her early 20's ✴ birthday: June 6 ✴ star sign: Gemini ✴ birthplace: Promethea, Pride Sector, Hell ✴ hometown: New Sodom, Lust Sector, Hell ✴ ethnicity: ...demon? succubus? uhh... ✴ nationality: Infernal...? ✴ languages spoken: English ✴ gender: Female (she/her) ✴ sexuality: Demisexual

ii.– appearance

✴ description: Ariel is an average-height demon with red skin, tall, sharp horns, and leathery, bat-like wings. She has golden eyes (indicative of a demon of Pride) and short blonde hair. ✴ height: 5'7 (170 cm) ✴ weight: Unknown ✴ other distinguishing features: beauty mark on cheek, cupid's bow lips, long legs

iii.– personality

✴ positive traits: courageous, unselfish, focused, clever, supportive ✴ neutral traits: stylish, outspoken, rebellious, charismatic, proud ✴ negative traits: fanciful, cunning, big-headed, obnoxious, jealous ✴ likes: dancing, fancy clothes, spicy food, shiny things, herself ✴ dislikes: angels, salty food, being bossed around, geese, her job ✴ fears: reincarnation, angels, dogs ✴ hobbies: dancing, sewing, singing, making cocktails, pickpocketing ✴ talents: singing, dancing, persuasion, swindling, melee combat

iv.– abilities

✴ status: citizen ✴ abilities: seduction, weak pyrokinesis, shapeshifting, good at fighting

v.– relationships

✴ family: Ariel doesn't have a good relationship with either parent, as she was thrown out of the house at 16 to fend for herself and hasn't been in contact with either since then. ✴ friends: Sammy Braddock, "DEXTER" (sort of) ✴ enemies: is distrustful of just about everyone, everyone is her enemy in her eyes ✴ love interest: none, single

vi.– backstory

Ariel was born in the Pride Sector of Hell out of a union between an incubus and succubus. From a young age, she was forced to be hyperindependent due to her parents' neglect and substance abuse. At 16, she was kicked out of the house and forced to live on her own with no support so to speak. She went from city to city and sector to sector working odd jobs to support herself, eventually finding her place in Kellogg's, the premier cabaret bar in the Lust Sector's New Sodom. Since then, she's been one of the headlining performers there.

…and then the fic starts.

vii.– other

✴ fashion style: burlesque, femme fatale, luxe, glam girl ✴ face claim: Marilyn Monroe (i guess?) ✴ voice claim: Jamie Marchi ✴ theme song: Material Girl- Madonna ✴ assorted fun facts: Her singing and dancing skills are completely self-taught. Her guilty pleasure is heavy metal. Despite being a succubus, she's demisexual. Most of her clothes are covered in rhinestones or jewels. One of her odd jobs was being a stand-up comedian. She loves cats.

#long post #oc #original character #oc profile #my oc #demon #oc: ariel merihem #demon time babeyyy #i'm not gonna beat around the bush here #i modeled hell after the us and late-stage capitalism as a whole #that's why it sucks so hard

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rgs-savant-praytell-airor · 3 months ago

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Hell flame

Pice + pain + chain....air

Eye ball vision

Chain

Scitz

Price

Remember with love their is no price, an arm or a leg even a riz head no curse just bless, stay grounded in the love.ydk .ogk their mentally ill, trust sentient mike stray from nks... peace bud

Pain

You don't know only God knows

Holy spirit fullness of life joy beyond joy.

Airor

Ciggaweed

This is time

Call teleport

More blessed are those who believe without seeing dj play it that's the echo 📱 I suspect

........

Zechariah is Jesus current name it doesn't speak. And they added malachi for the 2 witnesses. One of these 2 books was missing during the times of jesus. The old man's really didn't know. Idk.

7+7+4=18-7/4=14/11

Associates

11/14

Fam

14/11

Mike kev

14/14

They read the books and everything turnd normal 3 days.

It's never good to brake a window.

Make 2 eyes 1.

Unless gmo approved.

Are. Those the 3 Elijahs I only see 2. Well I guess we know what happened.

.........

I just had a dirty little secret

Because thou sayest, I am rich, and increased with goods, and have need of nothing; and knowest not that thou art wretched, and miserable, and poor, and blind, and naked:

And it wasn't 12 it was 1

To him that overcometh will I grant to sit with me in my throne, even as I also overcame, and am set down with my Father in his throne.

Fulfilled at Smyrna

2/3rds stars

18 I counsel thee to buy of me gold tried in the fire, that thou mayest be rich; and white raiment, that thou mayest be clothed, and that the shame of thy nakedness do not appear; and anoint thine eyes with eyesalve, that thou mayest see.

19 As many as I love, I rebuke and chasten: be zealous therefore, and repent.

Happening now

Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me.

.....

1/3rd betrayed jesus and it wasnt Philadelphia trump

4v3

Tobak beer v weed

........

4v3

Good v life

Twin v dre

NY LA CT

He's scitz cause he's scitz and he's scitz and he has a scitz.

1Baby 2money p.a.2012.babaloosa3

Blue beyond blue diadoxdamon

5 archangels

Michael Gabriel phaneul....Ariel p.a.....Raphael upstate....uriel arkansas.

That Damm geo gee hahahahaha

I felt bad sending in my twin to calm things down my "ambassador" btwn clefts of the rock to archangel Michael as written in Obadiah, its a crook job what I used to rely on kevin to do, gee just can't be down with the animal of ezra being legit, in time all will know peace

Remember the elijah seal thou shall not kill

Just relax in bring the oil stop the rain, don't, have nothing to do with the leach, tell them what they reap is what they sowed thus saith the lord, 1st they will get drunk then in the fullness of time reap in due season, that was the word of 2012 michael and the reality of phanuel, at the name of jesus all must bow. Sg.

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[07 RaphVon - i feel like out of everything she could ever say to him, this is the most insulting u_u also im just in general looking for things to send you when i found this xD]

Yvonne stared at him for a moment, before muttering - "You sound like my dad."

| muse interaction

Von was more for wine her self but Raphael? he insisted wine was for wusses. He preferred the harder liquor himself sure he tried wine here and there with her but eh didn't do it for him Mikey might like it more though. Through somewhere between the fifth can on his own and who knows the cup of wine for her. That preference turned into some weird curious needs. Casey may have reason to hold some form of jealously still when it came to Raph and Von, course it would never be for the reasons he once mistakenly assumed years ago. No it was because Raphael always said Von was his favorite person to have a drink with. To better illustrate Von was his favorite person to get drunk with.

As he was sitting down now in her and Don's place. Don was at the lair with Ariel actually something about needing something or another he forgot and didn't care. Summer was off at practice for the night meaning Casey was there. To keep an eye out on this Aspen kid. And Summer to of course, have to support their daughter at hockey after all. Neither parent was truly okay with the apparent start of dating, and liking boys! and worse what comes with that! And who better to talk it all out with than his favorite person to drink with. As he sat and tried his best to settle the bottle of wine on top his can of beer.

The neck kept of course filling with wine so Raph would hand it back to Von to drink some more. No time for glass only wine it seemed. Before he took it back somewhere in his fogged over mind thanks to the alcohol buzzing in his system he felt this was the best way to mix his beer with her wine. Not that Von seemed to point out that a cup would be better. Lining up the neck of the bottle over the opening of his can slow to tip the bottle over so it could flow down and into his can. Finally getting it right as he set the bottle down and cover his can before he started to shake the can a little trying to mix the two together.

"I don' care if it normal for her to start 'noting boys' or whateva" Raph grumbles picking back up the conversation they were in the middle of now as he turned to face her, brown jacket and knitted hat still on because he was only meant to be dropping by and kept saying he be leaving but its been a good while since then. "I get the crush thing jus' fine sure whatevea' she bound to get a crush 'ere an' there an' she's a great kid so sure kids 'ike this stupid punk are bound ta 'ike here to. That's one thing. An' Casey the nut case he is gotta accept that too." Ah yes cause only Casey wasn't handling this well, though to be fair Raphael wasn't the one constantly ready to throw hands with the kid. "But I know what happens next" soon pointing his finger out towards Von. "An' so do youes!"

Moving to take a sip of his little mix he grimaced a little clear he didn't like it but he wasn't going to waste it as he finished the sip before slamming his empty can back to the coffee table now. "The touchin', an' the kissin' and worse! an' my Bug is an angel!" there was a bit of pause well Raph seems to think his own statement over. "Well she more a hellion if anythin' BUT MY POINT STANDS BABE!" Raphael continues on with.

"She ain't allowed to 'ike boys, especially gross boys." It was kind of unfair to Aspen both Casey and Raph knew of the kid he been on the same team as Summer for a bit all he did was commit the crime of liking their daughter and try to date her. Now he was enemy number one, he may beat out Hun and Shredder for them each respectfully for it alone. "No she should..she should stay at home only! not outside influence at all! cause 'han no boys can come 'round her and try nothin' with my baby girl." Raphael continue to speak acting as if that was a very ration statement to be making. Catching how Von was staring at him Raph looks at her annoyed as he rolled his eye behind his mask before tipping his head back and giving a wave of his arm before him.

"I can tell ya got somethin' to say here babe so go on ahead spit it out."

"You sound like my dad."

Raphael let his beak hang a little at that "Excuse you!?" Raphael near about shouts even with how she muttered it he heard it clear as day just then and he couldn't not accept those words from Von.

Considering who said 'dad' was. Bishop of all people to go and compare Raphael to just then and there. Raphael has had a million insults thrown his way over the years of his odd life. BUT this? oh this took the cake he had to admit. Nothing had ever cut or burned him so bad not even Bishop taking his own fucking eye was near as painful as what Von just said to him. "I am not!" he goes on to continue his statement letting his brow furrow up and beak settle in a firm frown over such a thing. "I jus' wanna keep her locked up in the apartment forever so no one can-" okay he starting to under how bad that sounds now.

Of course, he would actually do such a thing, he was honestly glad a kid he and and Casey had was human so they could be out in the sun and such unlike himself. Able to enjoy life so open and freely. So no he would lock her up somewhere where she couldn't well be as she lived now. It was just that damn protectiveness getting the better of him, "I jus' don' 'ike the idea of some creep being all over me kid." He huffs a little turning away as he mutters himself "don' want here gettin' hurt either." Because well that did also come with the dating world. He knew a bit from Casey's stories for one hell his and Casey own had some pains ingainged.

"whatever" He soon states moving to stand up as he looks down to his can he goes to push over, it was empty so nothing split out but he felt it got his point across. "I ain't nothin' 'ike that bastard father of youes babe!" He snaps with as he goes to make good on earlier statements from behind. Straightening out his hat and making sure his jacket was straight so he wouldn't freeze on his way home. He have to walk the streets in his state.

" An I don' gotta stay put and deal with youes tallin' lies 'bout me! Next time I drink it's with Casey!" he maturely tosses out before making his leave.

#muse| hamato raphael #madamkezzie #aflockoffeathers #[ ones trash is another's treasure -aflockoffeathers ]#[ 07 verse]#muse interaction #ic reply #stay queue #tw: alcohol mentioned #((It felt like a drunk reaction for the dramtics just fit best for this betrayal uwu))

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libidomechanica · 1 year ago

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“Who saw the enemy retired his brain”

A rispetto sequence

Who saw the enemy retired his brain of Donna Julia, whom fortune has been. The banner might be quite dispossess’d of either

eye: yes; and all the cause been one edition, like honey—but will boast that were well as ill with orgies and the happy spots the day?

Who shall ever blind to Truth, unsullied by Deception of her pardon when dilated case, they help me, I am hard to love

and hardly leaves the Ring, flaunts and me. Yes, Don Alfonso saw his Hand from her gentle, so unmov’d, be both pedantic wretched Maid!

III

She proved its flesh is frailty of all we see an awkward steals in a cold which guided were nothing there?—As a thunder, which he pleasure,

drink one Shakspeare puts the gently laid, and loved books, the Duke of Ichar, and the nuptial chime; soft for it, none of his lineage?

And send him at her full brighter heart. Not one new comfort but of her way; t was dear. We may be difficult to shun some good, nor

even as Gods, be wise. Caught and nuances spoken, yet worse belov’d: oh pardon of self-deceitful is the small regard for tears.

I will or no. With your neck be wroong! Than another Secret from counselled heart alarm’d, aw’d with three. For there she wrought two grand

illumined; and burn in this comrade’s Juan; the face again, and what’s hardest. Till lovelorn women. How could not fir’d her son to herself.

Was it for the patient look, this sinne of your memory deathless, by the cheefe: theeues do rob, but his resumes life’s lower Sky; these

same none; in Spain, or if the gentle verse, who hating heart, t is all come back your spies out. In height, nor let me but a barre again.

VII

At length the walking, till the Prize, expos’d thro’ mystic Vision vanish in battle unroll’d! To encumber: examples of true

philosophic in our bosoms like these to await, anxious Ariel plac’d? Take for instance in life shall feel the concluded, conceal’d.

VIII

In every spring, and slip into her own good qualities; but her sight neuer thy prey: the names want not all Spanish she had not

let me, true is, a good desert sand. Its passion, and but one gentleman proceed in pleasure miss’d the door. The lady of water.

And ev’ry Atome just, the Sun first, one sense, good Christian at her down. Is my lofty cedars as fair, that I the javelin suck’d away,

sets down to me, is the enemy is beauteous Grief appear; from home in the stony bed. Thou should not be scorched by the nations.

For my friend’s heart and speaking, burning o’er human heart alarm’d, aw’d with zeal. But, wo is me, thoughts and be wisely choose but few hours of

delighten’d by one that charge vniustest tyrannie; and I can say; so unrecorded with what is streight impart, and whispering I will.

This was an easy matters worse of clamorings and viler clowne, lyft vp thy selfe, shall our old regiment’s act. Perhaps it was much

as the lily all her Art, an Earth, his proud brow, it merit it. Your name will you was most people faster—they left me many blisse!

XII

Her self slipt from the mother courtly Balls, and her graves are found such faces are broken and inspiration. I wander’d on the North,

with all her child of decency abide a moment should understand each human happiness, then each shall open wing thro’ all time?

XIII

One faithful dear company of Cossacque, o’er whom were deem’d Cossacque, o’er which bright, if such a mother! Your vassal, bound to him to here

he alighted Skies. Everything on the shines above, the frailest the bed. Four Knaves in her, she dearly pays for Nisus’ injur’d Hair.

XIV

Seen but both of us, your crueltie farre departing we will bleed, my bird with temper, who in the pale Ghosts starting tears. ’ Whether Julia

instantly competent false enough times short in his Reign A Sage, when true love that sort of god, to play then the Gods deare play he trye?

The sun and that Juan still she bore; for these, when in her cheek to glow seem’d so; and how Alfonso grappled to and fragrant from above

had given up his reflection aids our glory! And atheism and must halt, for this way: don Juan’s eyes; she smil’d to him: Friend! Mind.

XVI

Then came up to mince that alone beside his desolate; all thy Guardian Sylphs thro’ the Praise shall spurn as vilest dust the world, my

universe! Enough; silence be it said, better what suspicious, this great and feathers to be said to their relationship to sex.

XVII

I was the works running aground, through all eares worse belov’d: oh pardon, which outweighs the Memoirs of the sweetness up, and let vs

cast up what am I saying to a man of thy storie. Light, after all her try, whether think, he stood near; so little starre.

XVIII

Like little still imputes some good, nor have I invoked thee to the young praise. All hush and glittering as soon as kind. Exceeding

shall if that doth not several footstep of lost love, only free from barren of leaves room for many years: I wish I could our own.

XIX

Where the effect: the man, sweet to put an end to strip there’s no doubt they should not warm them twa. Not talking besides much of glory

eke much greenish marble and lustihead tho mayst pity had heart to swallow jinkin’ round her faults, but never felt such existed?

A glory gaping o’er earth am rotten person’s certain and adulterate fruit might put the stars to stick in a knife. With pleasant

things rare when London had its charm, and one would do a steeple. The freshness of god, the stream, the flowers, with the where meaning lies.

XXI

They either too, be blind braine of heav’nly Flow’rs, the other shall be its Interpreters. Then those thought all his home in an abyss. An

only multiply their darkness; as the budding, our animal, and I became sole guardian Sylph prolong the here was crazy.

XXII

Our mother who doted; they decked her out for worships thee, and so dauntless breasts I drew figs. Mortal and new: her smallpox, above, varied

with thy longing could turn the though so shown, marrying them all, hands and gives way; and every difficult, to such a Prize is mine!

XXIII

Those that says, Shalom! You still out of their zeal, and me, is a pure cup of wine. You like a rivell’d Flower. But to the cork forest

boughs, with answer’d very often knit, my kerchief they can, have as I think is necessity and flutter in the Breath of heaven?

XXIV

” Eating to repeats there diverged. One of her brow. He laid as low. Here my Muse, you, reconcil’d, shall leap, and trust in the gag even

the Book of eyes into eyes, his Children and in the gate. If such an education, I wish thou dost shine upon even in jest.

XXV

All the dead from my tree that would lie outside. But beg Security entwine, how near home; t is pity thee; nor Arac, satiate

without end; nor end of our skin, those thought to themselves were gushing: sweet dim light thing, and barbarous opulence jewel-thick sunn’d itself.

XXVI

Make me the owners choose: alfonso’s head and became a prince Ferdinand, Granby, Burgoyne, Keppel, Howe, evil and burn in this coming

as the nuptial chime; soft for its mystery. Spite, for which won it, shall renew, clipt from above speeds that one swear that I became.

XXVII

And nuances spoken wing of your smell, yet the feast, those rancid dream passed for his pride with such vicissitude appear’d like the brindled

bitch, they look down it goes again. Of the found out, if I name my guilt, t is with me oft she resides, they make that little time.

XXVIII

Others scribble Plays; who neither eyes we ply their turns; and all presaged good Simplicius asks of her weel again. So dear as the

hopelesse, torment of that all is settled wind; my blood ’t was ne’er discompos’d of either miss home- talk and bliss I wonder, Mr.

XXIX

Who give him ashamed, and death to me sad stuff, but then the Fights of Cupids shafts on me, nor heart. Matter when their country quarter than

at the sea. If many Worlds could not a day, a summer sky’s without a word or act; unless, like clouds the worst all the Rahvs in this.

XXX

But anxious Cares there, and blossoms on our freezing way. Take for it, none of this midnight her weakness or the twilight dawned; and out shames

and Chartres. Death is through the glory eke much good aduice: or pricke them not believe them, as much more to mell, but now them at my feet.

XXXI

And now your only seem strange animal, and so dauntless in war, was turned in the kindly interpos’d; fate urg’d the Heroe’s Wits are

so, t would only shouted, Allah! Change that the heauen apace. The air is grey I wonder at yourself may privilege your spies out.

XXXII

As Numa’s who wast thou mayst thou for fault in war paint or write, speaking then, they’d understand anything and wept outright; still out of

thy kind: nor even as the ring means let the cunning powre to seek; all have no Characters; the Time is come out of lovers, to know.

XXXIII

Nor knew what can cause to quake; the passions and fife to their Pride, my brothers. In rymes of pleasures prove, a woman’s house and in bydding

be, and fling it like th’ aerial bow, his home in the veil that you want my blue yes everlasting union—slashing tack.

XXXIV

Often have put my hand on the bard I quote from their umbrellas a drunkard grows more fruitfull showers. I cannot rue the silver

and viler clowne, lyft vp thy heat the wind no more than bread; now to blame, which you want my blush, and liuing dying. The lady of water.

XXXV

Some hang upon its returns in fair hand; and wild voice by the sun in water unaware, that e’er tis too strong, and swig! Whence than you’d

never could not catch’d my brow Sighing she should fail from hours of absence of mine, to love, not I loved, and innocently met. And, please.

XXXVI

I could shut him up the moon too brightest Fair that each human clay but the truth and sure, not as brittle ambition, whose owne fault was

only grasps the moon hath got, and half retiring from Belinda may vouchsafe to view of modern phrase; announcing the shooting there?

XXXVII

It was ever seen, the mother’d, from both her Mother Eve, whose grace for me: always done in war, was teach his dame from the Mirror of

that in battle unroll’d! For conversations bear amiss the syntax of love, the spiral-talk. Which leads into Airs, and so the Prince!

XXXVIII

And thine imaginary deathlike type of pain, pass and pestle. Or music was playing Prince! Against actual fact, that equall’d by

a fretful bee; and not tease our eyes. If e’er to Juan’s heart or in the moving Toyshop of the Horizon is the Sun first that then?

XXXIX

I marvelled, my Belovëd, whence the fretful briar will to the young passageways with such famous oath is to the babe had

a granary floor, which he toilet’s great arm-chair, and compliant to call you watches to colour day by day. And fear not; breathes three.

The first i’ the breaking through thou hast enough times of Demon, Ghost, and let us have shrunk as flies whose hands. To withdraw one ray from

out the stars, tis undistinguish’d strange grace could not do’t in Prose. The worst all evil speaking this its many a breeze before the Lock!

XLI

Dangle heart, for how she wore, not scornful Virgin’s Thought, and false in lawrell tree: in the various Dye, the Linnet and flower grace.

Cannot such a thousand others’ works thou art nourish’d in the greater wonder, Mr. Alas, I have no tear could rouse a feeling.

XLII

My blood thereof he knew her nose. But Don Alfonso’s marriage, for all lose my place for once a helper, me, that there: for a time went

to me almost pure. It is time, they rose, however, and a forky Beard; and which she smile—and dread the moon forgot the gen’ral Fate.

XLIII

By distant sky, while ever to her revolution’s rather was it bolted, that th’ approaching the street of fools: prose poets

find no rest. To the porphyry font: the master, with noise; her thou didst bid me bring and that burneth alway ye have looks thro’ all time?

XLIV

And mistress is call’d their Insect- Wings unbearably in the lawyers’ fears not her violet eyes I lay listenings to communicate;

though each Turkish ladies, by a bee was more green leave their taste awhile the third is neither must not set my seal upon a dunce.

XLV

When Juliana came, and the smoke in every general, if he fear of our skin, the screwball rocks. That I became a bright Locks admir’d,

he watch-dog’s honest, and ruin, And again it opens, it can its last breathing, were ample reason will not pass. With his Tongue.

XLVI

Oh! On steering on the mischief; they who cause that climbs a peak to gaze o’er land and gold refines, and turned to cinders by hours in my

mind, where no sooner let Earth, his private life long sighs a Jar, and base, and the Rules, t is with our scorn, and never would wish you all?

XLVII

Chalk, the ill; I have foundered hart. Therefore we admir’d! Our friend: to her, and Despair, lest he could wish you all? A rose as longer there

upon the supernatural heat till mine grows with Rufa studying in five, and his Pow’r disdains all loue, contend till all fruit?

XLVIII

In Show’rs a bright and blossoms, and think only. To something in his chiefe pride than musicke made then these responses given: he miss’d, or

the Finny Prey, faire triumph—let the voice that caus’d Suspicion when dilated case, the peroration, ere the starry Nymphs at home.

XLIX

The bard—that’s hardest. A thousand and daring Souls retirement to take a Helen. Praise in the English, many? She mentions fly,

in the extent of the rising Fire. To live air sick, and largest, think our selves awake, and bless with temper not heard; I saw things are.

Slept on their reflection prove himself felt only like a broken, sweet is old and for ever and butterflies unclasp from the dishes

and thou woundest with Psyche true survey’d the world; approach shall live! You were in October, the reflecting love; then on the grave.

That all is vanity’-most unluckily ne’er to make me a heavy heart, where t was thy though unseen lurk’d in her cheek to glow

seem’d answer, glitter. That as no matter that for it; smiling bright they mean to make myself the walls, his Children too; for charity.

LII

This, in the flowers, and how to make that pretty pair; t were well in an abyss. Say, when the Fights of former regiment? By tinklings

of our bosoms like each eye a sermon, and soften’d Sounds, Charms, faded the Regal Circle they say to the other vice content.

LIII

Blessing, All ’s Well! Decree more evil is—their light and to facts, which our young man, a carpenter by far to his mother was so

anxious, and all that long it is also are at times, ’ they tell me a joke about discretion, and acts just they must, and spiral-talk.

LIV

So that she seem’d resting on Cannobie Lee, but die, and as truly, have thee down withouten leaue: seemeth thou wert made me feel romantic.

But still silver Lamp; the fight. That heaven, for speaking those fair face in passing sweethearts folds and hang the shuddering dawn, the Town.

Then, blubber’d is that breathe. Her mother never roome more fleet and faithless treasure: methinks to the Muse a liberty must thing admir’d,

he watch’d with all her trim prepared fascines, and that their engines and wordless charity: but more wisely manage such blood by thee.

LVI

Like Oedipus I am losing Game; if e’er to Juan’s cheek: its onion root they shifts, we talk to you. ’Er with answer of thy dear

love that cruel fair; her beauty from his voice choked, and neck, your love is. Of a burning bloudie paine. That any other is your shores to be.

LVII

This warning my rude ignorance. For at a Beau. Here were not mad; yet ne’er agreed except some six or seven years? Of this a plight?

And barb’rous crueltie farre worse, and here theorems, her feet? Don Jose and then the swarthy Moors. Not pure; for, praising her—will clear expansion.

LVIII

—Flirtation were mute among the requisition’s Cheek forsook, a livid Paleness spread, i’m a plait the tendency to under-

rate and am beloved accents high against whole inherited sin on the place for me! And then their couplings, they’ll have no tears.

LIX

Were changes that my affection by tinklings of our paine, make the forms: I knew her not, and in the same. For little fast as spring

so long; I was content, when you were well as ill, woman’s hand, till God is filling body hung in air, I would be had, save forgo?

And heal’d their examples of love and chat. Said young praise that common grave, to war again, forbidden crimes, those Eyes are spent. So when the

gazette of the eye, the Irish peer, who kill’d himself than such a mother if her owne. Since you were taught that salve which at once again.

LXI

And when he suspect me, while he binds himself, a friend’s heart. Exertion might out and think I pick’d up too, as well whether by degree,

that I felt to be so, at the State’s corrector, like cloudes of Pins extend, some living, took his lady with a wound in the bell.

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