#as this is the heart of God and of our current Empress

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Washitaw Dugdumoundya - go see for yourself

information for the public about the Nation of people who are indigenous to the American continent. Many people are unaware that this Nation of people even exists at all. We are a multicultural, highly spiritual nation of aboriginal, indigenous Americans who were originally called Washitaw Mu’urs (or Ouachita as it was amended by others throughout our history). We accept both lineal and non-lineal citizens into our Nation.  We DO NOT discriminate based on race or religion, as this is the heart of God and of our current Empress, Her Highness, Verdiacee “Tiari” Washitaw-Tunica (Turner) Goston El Bey. Her Highness Previous Spiritual Advisor of Spiritual Education and Information of the Ministry, Oukhara Zeshera, states No Longer Advisor), “All of us within our nation are creations of the Divine Creator, and we are all our Brothers and Sisters. We need to learn our past spirituality, so we can build as a nation. Remember, the first principle in Washitaw is LOVE!”

 Imperial Royal Court French & Spanish “The Washitaw de Dugdahmoundyah was recorded as The Oldest Indigenous People on Earth in the final list of all attendees.”

In 1993, The Washitaw Indigenous Nation of Mound Builders received its United Nations number: 215/93. To date, the Empress, as one of the living heirs of Henry Turner, has recovered the title to 68,883 acres of land comprising most of the northern part of the ‘said state of Louisiana. The Washitaw never drew boundaries, We are the original inhabitants of all the lands from wherever you find mound sites you find part of the Empire in so called north America

( A-Meri- Ta ). The one letter rule change one letter to hide the truth they change the letter ” T ” into “C” from Meri-Ta, to A-meri-ca.

The area from Alleghenies to the Rocky Mountains, from Canada down to the Gulphe of Mexico, including East and west Floridaes: and the Pecos River, encompasses the domain of the Empire Washitaw de Dugdahmoundyah. A land mass over 30 million acres. This is one of the regions that the United States claim as part of the Louisiana Purchase.It’s the same region Abraham Lincoln coined as, The Egypt of the West.

The Ancient and Medieval American Mississippian culture 500-1500 AD

Going down a deep dive of the Mississippian mound culture of precolumbian United States.

I knew some stuff about the topic, pretty basic and precursory information, but now I think I'm gonna do some more in depth research. It's just fascinating to learn how throughout the Mississippi river region and deep south there were large cities that rivaled medieval cities in Europe with populations in the tens of thousands. Cahokia Illinois for example.

And they made all kinds of really cool artifacts

They had trade routes all over North America. For example copper from the Great Lakes region, shells from the Atlantic and Gulf Coast, and Obsidian from Mexico. In addition their own goods have been found exported to archaeological sites all over North America.

Then around the 14th century the Little Ice Age started, which was basically a sudden drop in global temperatures lasting until the mid 19th century, which resulted in crop failures and famine worldwide. In addition large populations were already stretching the food resources and agriculture of the area. This resulted in the decline of urban culture among the Mississippians. At the time in Eurasia the same was happening, which helped bring about the Black Death. So there were hard times all around. The 14th century was a bad time to be alive almost everywhere. Final collapse occurred in the 16th century when smallpox swept through the Americas after European contact.

Unfortunately for us they had no system of writing, at least none that can be found. So we will probably never know their story and history as well as say the ancient Romans. All that we know is pieced together through archaeological findings and oral history of their modern descendants.

Anyway I'm gonna find some good audiobooks to listen to on the subject while I do my weightlifting.

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Nobody Expects The Japanese Jooster: Some Fun Translation Notes

Hey, guys. Are y'all aware that in the Japanese translation of "Bertie Changes His Mind", the line where Jeeves says "I'm fond of Mr. Wooster" is translated as 「私はウースター様が好きでございます」 (or, "watakushi wa Wooster-sama ga suki de gozaimasu")? Because I'm sure not normal about this.

Tl;dr: this line now reads like a love confession. (If an amusingly keigo-ridden love confession, because even in his internal dialogue Jeeves is physically incapable of not sounding aggressively polite.) More under the cut.

Now, please note that I am not fluent in Japanese, so take all my words with a grain of salt. But I have, at the very least studied it for several years, am currently living in Japan, and have listened to a great number of Japanese love songs. And this is how I would like to share that if you "ga suki" a person, this can and very often does mean you are in love with them.

Technically, "suki" just means "like". If you like apples, you'd say "ringo ga suki". If say, tennis is your favorite sport, you'd say "tenisu wa watashi no ichiban suki na supootsu" - with "ichiban suki" literally meaning "number one like". "Daisuki", or "big like", is the one that is often used for love - but boy is just plain "suki" used a hell of a lot.

Take this translation of "Ano Yume o Nazotte" (or "Tracing That Dream"), for example. Here, the translator has written it literally as "I like you", but contextually the song makes it pretty probable that it's a confession of romantic love. Or have a look at the Project Diva translation of "Suki Kirai" ("Like-Dislike" or "Love-Hate"), which makes "suki"'s usage in romantic love quite clear. There's even a whole conversation about the subject of love confession and translation in The Great Ace Attorney - this links to a fan-translated Let's Play so the original Japanese dialogue is visible, but the conversation happens similarly in the official localized version, though it manifests a bit differently. Regardless, both versions discuss "suki" as used to confess feelings of love.

What I'm saying is, wow, holy shit, Tamaki Morimura made a rather strong choice when using "suki". Because no matter the intent, that potential implication is absolutely going to be present in a reader's mind. And if you're wondering why I know this in the first place, it's because this line is used (in very slightly altered form, as "Wooster-sama" is exchanged for "the young master") in the manga, Please, Jeeves, which in large part uses Morimura's translation for its text, and... well. Let's just say our good pal Bun Katsuta seems to rather leaned into that with the expression.

Yeah.

And this goes in tandem with other aspects of the manga, like an added line that, to my knowledge, is not present anywhere in the original text (certainly not in the story that chapter adapts, "Jeeves in the Springtime"), in which Jeeves says that Bertie's shortcomings do not prevent him from being "beloved as a person". Not to mention the other choices the manga makes, such as having Jeeves wink at Bertie incessantly, or occasionally having hearts float around Bertie when he talks about Jeeves, or the panel at the end of "Without the Option where I swear to God it looks like Jeeves is trying to reach for Bertie's hand.

So, between the official translation and the manga adaptation, I'm not saying we have a Spanish Destiel situation on our hands... but I'm certainly implying it.

(My final note is that this is one of the favorite book series of Empress Emeritus Michiko. Which, with this added context, is very funny to me. I wish she had an open email address so I could ask her if she thinks they're in love.)

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Weird Ask Game

The Kraken

Opening by @ethereal-night-fairy

Krakens do not like dogs…or cats…or humans for that matter…

Yet somehow you find yourself in the lashing rain stuck on a boat that is WAAAY too small to capture said Kraken and both your dog and cat have unfortunately embedded their teeth into the creatures tentacles. You watch in horror as they trash while they get lifted 30 feet into the air…

Mr. Kraken is displeased by your ill-behaved pets…

What will you do to save your pets? You better do something before all three of you get eaten…

Your Hp: 95

Cat Hp: 72

Dog HP: 86

Myths from the sea should never be ignored. When the sun rose, the sky was blood-red, an omen for bad weather that now loomed ahead. You'd been praying all day as you prepared your little boat for the harsh currents and swells. You had no business being out on the sea like this, ill-prepared and out of your element. But your god had chosen you, a mere woman, to deliver their message, via the captured Kracken, to your brethren allies to the north.

You had laughed at the being, shaking your head, refusing. They had the wrong person for a suicide mission. But the god had chuckled as if endeared by your protests and kissed your forehead.

They had said, "Who better to set sail than my loyal worshiper with the eyes of water and the heart of a Selkie!" Oh, how wrong god was when they nicknamed you Kópakonan with a fond smile.

Oh, how they were so, so wrong.

The rain came in sheets, blasting against your small sailboat, tossing the thing around as if it were nothing. Granted, a human, a dog, and a cat on a small boat among the empress that was the ocean was nothing. Your boat lurched, the slippery surface making you slip and grab one of the anchored ropes.

How were you supposed to catch a Kracken in this weather? You couldn't see through the water falling over your face and the wind blowing you back. You clutched the rope until it burned in your grip.

Your stomach churned from the violent waves as your ship tilted, being swatted towards the portside. You shrieked, holding fast to the rope, as the Kraken's tentacles lurched onto the ship's side, rising like a demon out of the dark. Its large eye focused on you, black and without expression as if it had no soul.

Hearing your shriek, your dog and cat, loyal companions who refused to get off the ship after you packed, latched on to the nearest tentacle, biting the threat. The Kraken's eye did not move as it lifted your beloved companions in the air, uncaring as they thrashed far above your head.

"Hey!" you shouted, desperately looking around for a weapon but finding none suitable for taking down the massive creature. "Put them down, please! It's not their fault! They were protecting me!" You raced to the starboard side, shoving at the tentacle that lay there, sobbing as you watched your cat and dog soar higher and higher. "It's not our fault! The god sent us!"

The Kracken paused, considering you for a moment. Suddenly, the tentacle under your hand wrapped around your body, launching you into its line of sight.

"The god sent you?" The Kraken's voice filled your head, judging you and your tiny ship.

You nodded, swallowing bile, before telling the Kraken of your unavoidable task. You didn't know why. Perhaps you hoped it would be enough to reason with it, maybe even bringing the Kraken to the island with your message instead of dying.

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Kang Yeosang : Prince Of Hearts (Part 1/9)

Pairing : Kang Yeosang (Ateez) and named character (Moon Yena)

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Synopsis : Yeosang is a kind-hearted crown prince of a nation that is largely out of the spotlight and harmonious. Yena is the ruthless empress of an empire that is large and glorious, except it is about to go into war. And in order to win the war, yena requires certain minerals that only yeosang’s nation could provide her with. Except there are conditions. What is she going to have to do to win the heart of the crown prince? Or is she going to lead her empire into it’s own demise? 

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A/n : inspired by the song “Beautiful Mess - inspired by China By Kristian Kostov”

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Yena bent down to go under a twig, her blood-red cape flowing behind her freely. She looked around the unfamiliar surroundings, hating the fact that someone like her had gotten lost in a goddamn forest out of all places. She had just arrived in this island and she was already lost, fantastic. Yena paused as she heard a noise not far behind her, her senses heightening at the sound of leaves crunching. Someone was coming.

Yena turned around swiftly, letting out a grunt as she felt something pierce through her left shoulder as soon as she turned. She looked down and noticed that it was an arrow, one that did not belong to her country, which meant that the someone she had heard before was foe.

Yena heard the footsteps again, now coming closer to her. Except it was now behind her. She kept herself from turning behind, her hand grasping the handle of her royal sword that was currently sheathed to her waist band. As soon as she knew the person was right behind her, she swiftly turned around, unsheathing her sword in the process and holding it against the neck of the man standing in front of her.

The man's eyes widened as he let out a gasp, the edge of the arrow pierced into yena's shoulder now pressed against the man's chest. He looked at it, panic filling his eyes at the sight of blood dripping down his arrow.

??? : oh my god.

Yena : identify yourself, stranger.

The man flinched and looked at yena as he said

??? : w-what? Oh yes um, I am the…prince of Kedah, Kang Yeosang.

Yena : you're the future king of this island?

The man made a small humming noise before looking at the arrow

??? : I'm sorry. I was chasing a deer, trying to hunt it down for supper. I like hunting, you see. I heard your footsteps and thought it was the deer and shot you accidentally. Forgive me, my lady.

Yena : mm.

Yena moved her sword away from yeosang's neck before sheathing it back as yeosang said

Yeosang : I can take you to the palace and let the healers take care of your wound, if you do not mind that.

Yena : wonderful, the palace was where I intended to go until this…inconvenience you caused.

Yeosang : you were going to go to the palace? Why? Wait…who are you again?

Yena : Moon Yena.

She pulled out the arrow harshly from her shoulder, not making a sound of pain as she said

Yena : Empress of China.

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Yeosang : what is the empress of China doing in our nation?

Yena avoided a sharp stone lying on the ground as the both of them walked through this forest to reach the palace, yeosang guiding the way as if he had built this place himself.

Yena : your nation is supposed to be rich in mineral content, prince kang, minerals that have high value in the mainland market. I would like to invest in some of them.

Yeosang : I don't think they're for sale, your majesty.

Yena : even if I offer all the money you require?

Yeosang : we have enough and more of that, we've ruled this country for centuries from here.

Yena : there's never too much money and power, prince kang.

Yeosang sighed and looked at the wound in yena's shoulder, blood still trickling down from it.

Yeosang : are you sure that doesn’t…hurt?

Yena : I've fought 3 wars within the span of my 8 years of ruling, an arrow wound like this is nothing.

Yeosang chuckled and said

Yeosang : I, on the other hand have killed 3 deers within the span of my 26 years of living. Isn't that an accomplishment!

Yeosang looked at yena, expecting her to at least smile. When he realized she wasn't the type to smile at jokes, he sighed and asked

Yeosang : do people accept you as their ruler? Since you know, you're a woman.

Yena : I've never really cared about their opinions, hence I'm not really sure. If they don't like me as their ruler, they've done quite a good job at hiding their feelings anyway.

Yeosang nodded and pointed forward as he said

Yeosang : well! We've reached the palace.

Yena looked forward as a huge stone carved building came into her view, gold lining it's walls and the walls having waterfalls flow down them. Yena stepped forward with huge eyes as she marveled silently at how beautiful and rich the palace was. Yeosang smiled and said

Yeosang : welcome to Malaya, empress.

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Yena and yeosang walked down the throne room to where the king, yeosang's father was sitting on the throne, the other people in the room bowing down as the guard behind them said in a loud voice

Guard : His grace, Kang Yeosang, crown prince of Malaya and Her majesty, Moon Yena, empress of China, Japan and Korea.

Yeosang looked at yena with shocked eyes as he said

Yeosang : Japan and Korea too?

Yena : I told you I fought three wars.

Yeosang : I-I thought that was a joke.

Yena : I don't joke, prince kang.

Yena paused in front of the king as yeosang sighed and walked up the stairs, bowing at the subjects before sitting in his seat beside his father. Yena gave a small nod of respect at King Hwan as he said

Hwan : I hadn't expected you to reach us this fast, your grace. And I had expected you to arrive with your companions, not my son.

Yena looked to her right as she noticed that the people who had come along with her from Korea to this island had already reached. Of course they had.

Yena : well what can I say, our boats are quite faster now. And your son, led me out of the forest where I had gotten lost, thanks to some…people.

Yena looked at her guards standing in the side with their eyes to the floor, knowing they had messed it all up.

Hwan : well then, what does such a respectable empress like you have to do in our humble kingdom.

Yena : minerals, I wish to invest in the minerals that your kingdom has influence over.

Whispers arose between the subjects, some shocked and some angered.

Hwan : what do we get in return?

Yena : anything you wish for that I would be able to give you. Money, clothes, land, you name it.

Hwan : those are all things we have in abundance, tell me something you can give that we do not have and I will think about it.

Yena let out a light breath as she thought about what she could possibly offer in order to attain these minerals. She had to buy these minerals at any cost, it was crucial to the development of her nation, and to hold on to her dynasty. A war was coming, and she had to win it at any cost. Nobody except her family and herself knew about this and she wanted it to remain that way for now. But in the near future, it would be unavoidable. Winning the war meant using weapons the foe would not be aware of, and these minerals were the last step to the innovation of that weapon that could save her reign.

Yena's eyes fell on yeosang, who was looking at her intently. And the more she stared at him, all innocence and softness within those deep brown eyes, a strand of his long brown hair falling on his eyes as he brushed it back with a small frown, she realized what she could offer. There was only one way to save her empire, kang yeosang.

Yena : I offer your son, the crown prince, the position of being emperor. By my side, of course.

The king's eyes widened, just as yeosang's did as everyone in that room, including her own guards gasped in surprise. Yena knew how different this was, and how unexpected. She would probably be the first queen in history to offer to marry the king's son in order to attain something else. But she didn't care, and she didn't mind. She rather liked making history.

Hwan : you mean it?

Yena : I don't say things I don't mean, your majesty. I offer my hand in marriage to your son, and to make him emperor of my nations. In return for those minerals, how much ever it is that I require. That, is the deal I propose.

The king looked at yeosang who stood up and walked towards yena, anger filling his voice as he said

Yeosang : how could you, without even asking me.

Yena : well, your father didn't leave me much choice here, did he?

Yeosang : you-

Hwan : son.

Yeosang paused, looking at his father.

Hwan : we need to talk. Join me in my leisure room within 5 minutes. And you too, your grace, join us as well.

The king stood up as the subjects around him bowed. Hwan left the throne room as the other people in the throne room slowly started dispersing as well. A few maids walked towards yena and bowed before saying

Maid : would you like us to show you to your room, your majesty?

Yena : no, just take my baggage to the room and leave it there, tend to our horses as well. I'll come by later.

The maids nodded and left, taking yena's guards along with them as well. Yeosang let out a breath, his hands brushing his hair behind as he said

Yeosang : I can't believe this happened.

Yena : it's that exciting?

Yeosang : No, moon yena, it's that terrible. I do not wish to be a king, let alone an emperor!

Yena ignored that he had called her by her full name without any honorifics.

Yena : what were you going to do after your father died then? Flee?

Yeosang : I was going to name my cousin the king and live a life away from this palace in peace, yes. And now you've come here and destroyed everything.

Yena : we are rulers, lord prince, we do not get to choose the life we lead.

Yeosang : but we do get to choose the ones we marry, don't we? I can't marry someone I don't even know, let alone love!

Yena scoffed.

Yena : did you seriously think you were going to marry the person you love?

Yeosang : how else do people marry. Marriage is supposed to be something built out of love, sacrifice and promises-

Yena : you sound like a child, prince kang. There is no love in marriage, there is only understanding and a mutual sharing of power. Marriage is an economical proposition in order to achieve something external, there are no feelings involved in the process for people like us.

Yeosang looked at yena, not having words left to say.

Yena : you don't know how cruel the world outside is, prince kang. Your father has protected you from all the pain and hence you believe that the world is a good place. Leave this island and come with me and you'll understand that love, is far gone from this world.

Yeosang : you wouldn't be standing here, talking to me if it wasn't for love. You were born because of it, even if your parents married as a form of proposition, as you said before. Any sort of physical intimacy involves love and you're alive because of it.

Yena clenched her hands that were held behind her back, speechless for the first time.

Yeosang : and as for pain? My father never protected me from it, he only inflicted it on me.

Yeosang turned around and walked towards one of the exits of the throne room, pausing on his tracks to say

Yeosang : follow me if you do not wish to get lost a second time, empress.

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Hwan : son, you know we have to do this.

Yeosang : appa, I don't even know her.

Yena : you'll have years on end to know me after the wedding is done, prince kang.

Yeosang pressed his lips together and looked yena who was leaning against the corner of Hwan's leisure room with crossed arms, only adding minimal comments while yeosang tried talking his dad out of the deal.

Hwan : she's right, yeosang, you'll be emperor if you marry her. Do you know how big that is to our legacy? Our dynasty? Your heir is going to rule Malaya while being the emperor of 3 other powerful nations.

Yeosang : h-heir?? Appa I don't even wish to marry her-

Hwan : be rational, son. You're a prince, the kingdom should matter more to you than mere love.

Yena nodded in agreement.

Yeosang : appa!

Hwan : what? She's pretty too, you'll finally have a wife whose beauty can match yours.

Yeosang : what in the-what does beauty have to do with any of this!

Yena : are you saying you do not want a beautiful wife?

Yeosang : I'm saying I need a sensible one.

Yena : did you just call an empress insensible?

Yeosang : yeah, are you going to execute me for it?

Yena : that-

Hwan : you'd make such an amazing married couple.

Yeosang : god!

Hwan sighed and said

Hwan : yeosang-ah, listen to me. This proposition the empress has offered, we will never receive it again. You know our kingdom needs this, it's been in the dark for too long. Think about our people, how happy they would be if our nation would get united into an empire under your rule.

That seemed to shift something in yeosang. So he was a people's king, yena thought.

Hwan : look, your thoughts do matter to me, but so does this. Hence do something, I will give the both of you a month.

Hwan looked at yena and stood up before saying

Hwan : if you manage to make my son fall in love with you within this month, you can have him, the minerals and our nation. If not, I'm afraid you'd have to leave.

Yena looked at yeosang, her gaze burning into yeosang's eyes. He pressed his lips together at that stare, understanding how intimidating the woman in front of him could be. He was only used to ladies being kind, respectful and being…lady-like, always wearing long dresses and having flowers in their hairs. Yena was the exact opposite, she was a woman.

Yena : do you agree to this, prince kang?

Yeosang looked at his father, who only gave him a look. Yeosang sighed before nodding and said

Yeosang : yes, a month is all you'll get.

Yena nodded and stood straight, wrapping her hand behind her back and walked towards the door while saying to yeosang on the way

Yena : show me around then, lord prince.

Yeosang looked at his father as yena walked outside, her head held high and her voice nonchalant. His father smiled and gave a small nod at yeosang as he fast-walked out the door to join yena.

Yeosang : are you seriously going to go out like this?

Yena paused, looking at yeosang

Yena : are you seriously saying I should go and wear some gown before going out-

Yeosang : no! your wound, it needs dressing up.

Yena looked at yeosang, slightly shocked. No one ever cared about her when she got wounds, even her own parents believed that learning to live with wounds was the first thing an empress should learn. Even the king Hwan hadn't said anything, but here yeosang was.

Yena : it's fine, just let it be.

Yeosang : your grace, it's an open wound. Too much blood loss can cause you harm.

Yena rolled her eyes, knowing there was no way around this and said

Yena : where's the infirmary.

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Yena : ask the nurses to leave, prince kang.

Yeosang looked at the nurses standing in the infirmary, eyeing yeosang and yena.

Yeosang : but if they leave who will-

Yena : I will take care of the wound myself. I don't like people touching me.

Yeosang : your grace, it would be better if they did it. The wound is-

Yena : do you not understand my point, I do not want people touching me so ask them to leave.

Yeosang sighed, not understanding why this woman was so difficult. He turned towards the nurses before saying

Yeosang : you may leave, her majesty wishes to tend to her own wounds.

Nurse : but the medicines?

Yeosang : I'll take it for her.

The nurses nodded and bowed before leaving yeosang and yena alone in the large infirmary that was decorated with plants and trees yena had never seen before. It was beautiful, just as the entire palace was.

Yena : and you? What are you doing here?

Yeosang walked towards the nearby shelf before picking up the necessary items as he said

Yeosang : staying, what else.

Yena : I just told you-

Yeosang : I'm sorry, I don't have to listen to you, do I? it's not like you listen to me anyways.

Yeosang sat on the bed with the supplies and motioned yena to sit next to him. She frowned.

Yeosang : weren't you planning to get us married? Don't you think you should at least be able to sit next to me?

Yena still didn't budge, her past not allowing her to move forward. Yeosang sighed and said softly

Yeosang : I won't hurt you, lady moon. Nothing's going to happen. And if you're so scared, unsheathe your sword and hold it against me while I treat you. If I do something, just kill me.

Yena let out a breath and walked towards the bed, sitting down next to yeosang and removing the top layer of her coat in order to treat the wound properly. Yeosang leaned forward and started applying the herbs, his finger lightly grazing yena's skin. Yena clenched her fists, trying hard to fight it.

Yeosang : why do you dislike people touching you?

Because it felt foreign to her, but she didn't say that.

Yena : it feels too personal.

Yeosang : then why are you letting me touch you right now?

Yena : because we're gonna get married soon enough and I'm going to have to get used to this.

Yeosang : me touching you?

Yena : your presence in all parts of my life.

Yeosang : and you're so sure I'll fall in love with you?

Yena : I suppose we'll just have to see.

Yeosang paused, looking up at yena since he was leaning down

Yeosang : what are you going to do to me, empress?

Yena : time, I'm going to give you time.

Yeosang : you think time will earn me?

Yena : doesn't time earn everyone?

Yeosang : your grace-

Yena : call me yena, let's start there.

Yeosang : w-what?

Yena : you done?

Yeosang cleared his throat and stood up, nodding his head

Yeosang : yes, your g-

He paused as yena looked at him. Yeosang sighed and said

Yeosang : yes, yena.

Yena nodded and stood up before wearing the upper layer of her dress that covered the bandage

Yena : good, now show me around.

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[kaibacoded]

This is a personal post that relates to me personally!!!

These two characters from one of my FAVE Brazilian Biblical Series that I truly love with all of my heart 💖 and soul ✨ relates to my current personality which I find impressive and amazing ❣️

From an innocent pure Divine Feminine Stepping into Her Power and Becomes an Empress!!!

On the left is the Ultimate character that I can relate to, her name is Joana and she is a innocent pure hearted, loving, caring, nurturing, empathetic, strong willed self respectful Divine Feminine Stepping into her Power of Righteousness and Justice

As for the right, is the Ancient Babylonian Princess named Kassaia and she a very beautiful inside out innocent pure hearted sweetheart, so very loving, kind, caring, very nurturing of the heart 💖 and soul ✨ encouraging, empathetic and angelic but very much an Empress and yet she is very justified as Righteousness Empress and took her power back when she finds out all along she was married to a KARMIC Asshole who is a total PLAYER, a CHEATER, being that said, she saw him kissing a KARMIC BITCH HOE SHIT and so she JUDGE AND PUNISH HIM HARSHLY WHICH HE DESERVES THE WORST.

Justice is SERVED

Quite similar situation I have gone thru before meeting my REAL TRUE LOVE PAST LIFE SOULMATE WHO LOVES ME DEARLY AND HAS EYES ONLY FOR ME AND MOST OF ALL, THAT I HAVE A STRONG SPIRITUAL HEART 💖 AND SOUL ✨ CONNECTION AND A STRONG DEEP SPIRITUAL ENERGETIC EMOTIONAL BOND WITH HIM THAT TRANSCENDS TIME, SPACE AND PHYSICAL REALM THAT MAKES OUR RELATIONSHIP/MARRIAGE STRONGER AND BOLDER THAT NO ONE CAN EVER SEPARATE US APART AMEN.

So I embody those two characters personalities and I am a LEADER NOT A FOLLOWER of the world BUT A FOLLOWER OF CHRIST ✝️

I STAND OUT AMONGST THE BIGGEST CROWD OF THE WHOLE WORLD 🌍

I follow God's and my own set of rules and what I am truly becoming and increasing of who I truly am and who I'm becoming to be.

And because I stand out, I wanna have inspiration to having my own style and fashion that's VERY VALID AND RARE OF WHO I TRULY AM.

Like these two fave characters their fashion sense according to their personalities and so I will too

[mellowwillowy]

Reasons why the golden-eyed guy is hated by almost everyone story-wise.

So far he had gone with 3 names, Seth Twiright (Evillious), Jia Hao, and Hao Yuchen. All 3 killed darling reader.

Jia Hao (I wrote his name as HYC in Yan! Emperor BCS that's what I refer him as for most of the times) was one of the reasons for reader's death. His ego was hurt because of Empress! Reader and he wanted to turn them into some kind of doll for his own needs (AGAIN). In the end, Reader died from the wounds they received from Yan! Shimei (YZL)

Hao Yuchen (Yan! God, I plan on writing him later) also indirectly killed reader's reincarnation, killed reader who ascended as a God because the other Gods felt the need to overthrow reader but hey, he actually secretly assisted reader in the second and third phase of God! Reader.

Seth Twiright is more a fandom-based universe warp (but not entirely, just some) Basically this is the nastiest HYC could be, he used prophet reader for the Project 'Ma'. He brainwashed reader and faked his love just to trick reader even further into this sweet lover play. At some point in time, reader killed themselves with the babies, the body entirely beyond saving but Seth managed to transfer reader's soul to a vessel he made based on reader, a doll. The heart was taken out to be studied and used by him for experiments. Starting this point, reader's body was solely based on a heartless doll, though reader did start to learn how to make a human-like body (alas we got our current reader like Empress! Reader, that's why they couldn't conceive nor impregnate anyone).

Of course, if there's this golden-eyed bastard, there'll also be the blue-eyed bastard.

[libidomechanica]

“We movements, defiles”

A ballad sequence

               First Stanza

With coral beneath that hath no     stays, had He the clouded, and turning sister, pitying     chance through by charms, my dame

taught off Juan said. Which was so far     retire intoxicating the branches me to blamed     hym thought, in proper forming

rich their finger of a threading     in his dripping a golden tits arching toward part of     their right an history, and

that glance of mine. In act to Time’s     creeping shortly and most unmeek,—I knelt before he could     my wrinkled on fire: when

every face.—Shut his face. Not by     rude sound digestion, ’ said the Lady Ida: here are no     changes of promise twice

five bullets frequent in words, and     pray yow soon juan, what capacious state? Lest, till not happiness!     And gay, and every

fine style: how looks like a ballistic     missing our fury with such sweeter! Singing O darlin’     darlin’ darlin’ darlin’

darlin’ darlin’ darlin’. Women     and rosé on the lash one, I think two persuade, and on     the fold! Man’s wife; I sue

not mark of every deel. Started     is Seint Jerome, that achievement of deceive the Dogges     hem needeth fast, and

muttering as air! And for life has     when on thing, on through-in my meat and his state, hang in Sant’     Ambrogio’s! So, all the

nations which had ceaseless and     merciless roses fed, your own face some grace the current dance     with his arm over it

hath broken ben of Scots; true—tears     to hire, every day you tell me, tired with another     girdle, as if by some

reason. For their eyes presence, just     as myne oldest saint, before me, if I were theme; as suite     of these? Smile, like Esau,

for the beaty and here I bid     her autumn tresses fals, but entomb us. Or doon heeste.     How will shore: freezing cold

dominion sweet Venus from hous     and wise, ambitious mazes spreaded danced years old and rolls     the right dread of Widdin.

Most quiet on higher. Thou made     of burning silver spake and Empress, to take your reputation,     for warning: the

heau’nly harmful deeds; the waters,     some wives who make their pinions of lilies fail. To this thorny     sharks from madness is

my little aside: resuming     quite; next week; she of them, and Gods name sensual phantasied.     Felt a high and lisping

through with Plenty of this of     all mankind, keep back your helpe me chaunge of body burst wife,     lust, modest, I wad mourn

when we say, watching. We movements,     defiles. Green leaves of pathos, and pillows whom fell: mething     awkward; for his bed.

               Second Stanza

Be not fed so wikked wyves     wolde lyve parfitly, and wish I were lies and health had come     and glory spread, and what is our heart’s enough, began as     t were, away. One or two on fig skins, that didn’t maketh     kep or chart, a key … Even

there, slew both great Sea-King body,     and so allied. Thy Mother ever dipp’d with me birafte     his cause I take hold my stomacher; and to marry;     for who have loved—that love, into with Fortune sends in the     call? She order’d over.

               Third Stanza

—A moment more lily arms will     to the earth; and white flowers. Her visage, and cough one huge     Python antagonizing here are but me cast, and deem,     because I am forsaken; a tormenting, shewing     told the usual luck!

               Fourth Stanza

And less; and where is not conquest     rose with youth almost at ones. Having tears, and hoar; they     possible. Gainsay, humanity

would put then commence with     the deuill at eight of kisses and breadth and by thee my selfe,     does crowns without defended

marks upon a wide o’er? Thou     opener of their ways: this fated spot for father you     call thee what we directed

learn; there is most indignant     work’d the through the morning- ’ here to be impair, to hope to     blend with a riding them

painted, as their hue, too wise men     yblesse! Her though t were one side by sign that they can’t answered,     peace! Yet preest, so moot

I thynke, she may bithynke how me     bene fraught sun-bow that is a dog, as quiet as day,     for I would love were

solitaire? Bád nat every deel. The     two are the contends, lashed fly to this, that have said Juan, what     made her pair so sorrow

winter, sculptor, cripple free! On     the manere wonned a wicked there, must blow-’ and Morning     like to begin withal

he knew not with otherwise’ she     laid some raise than the loss of good part and starling, you shalt     win much lead and be once

it wel I woot wel it is no     shame or Greece, white, I drew men’s harsh intent to moue, whose plumage     sat victorie, that remote

recoil. By one as stern seas     long agoe: for natural. Syllables, bossed with five bits of deathmasks     into flattery!

Of good though he loud tempest, as     the leve, the love more chastitee abyde, these pretty, trifling     to show his own brain-spattern,

and, last stoops down from their planet,     thou in a new neighebores wyf go roule about     my body would like

to the Night of time. ’ It will now,     a clammy dewy head in perfections as any men;     but little to the women

together: Hugely, he reason     I’m weary death, smiles, O let myself, and his scythe towering     of death-white, I drew

all surmises. Or antiquity     forest out one troublen al his material—men     are such ladies like a

Miss America Contest. That     manly majestic piece- meal with flower add the empress,     her freight on ev’ry tree.

               Fifth Stanza

Is the one while the dream not of     those eyes and my teeth, with a virgin, made within your break     this is all Styx through of

the orange displayment. Me go:     take breath, rather beauty can be thy silver. Like a hawk,     an’ it with his Christian!

The nymph-like a ball above my     fresh from accident; it suffers now, would take the salmon     sing in I would bring the

sun beats light. I wote, it glittering     off bridge hung, shadow and left hundred I was so he     was quench’d in the first fruit;

but prepare with her e’e? That ought     aid.—Address my love, into love to the his bracelet richly     comfortable after

the shepheards doen hem of the     vast disintegration: followers keep for the fought, as     also did Miss America

Contest. Of flutes; not for     gentle she smile as he pays you back from our own image,     white of senses with your

lived for fish, and then I sent our     soft palm—Not so may, what the offer young! With they went that     there reign’d. ’ Lads come cleare. Speak!

Doth false, how shall be bound thanne wolde     I take him to her beauty’s effect on vice. Leaving at     an extraneous mixture

of solemn port, hinted too.     Yet tikled I his horrible which, but knew you see, and     white birch, glinting sea. Increased

in mocke at an extreme     effeminate skin, enough, what not enough, God woot, of content     whistles shadows bathe

away, till your place. And sabre-     like a ball above, thy sweet love when youth and noun, on treasured     much syrup ran across

it—All were there spectrum of     the world’s master, Sirens though no doubt itself and about?     And me! All those who know

that alle they fellows and gave     us, ere from the taper, bowed head cool-rooted me up     with a frown as t were

all my arbour third, they proud and     ranne out its blood: ’twas a high-designed, Heaven. As, seistow,     without slack old negro

Baba pause, in spirit down into     his imperial condescending although in its     smooth-moving to my change.

               Sixth Stanza

To ope that he is ours to thee.     My fine waste, refuse and bad us for you. To feel thing     here once I invited arrest at the main pointed fire     womankind, singing to do with that were go, whence down from     our corner wheelings of

a sometimes ocean invade with     there she hath its way. The disgust, and spin, and—withouten     many han that’s the listening belates, haunted fell storm,     over us, and wide, through the one word that in these dear.     Like flower the broad, made

woman, supernaturally;     but O with daily spend shifts and left his we were manere     wood, be moulders pure was king had to subdued to shame away,     gone fair goddess: which Musike speak; and yet be wedde, and     the mazy foremost, to

glide to go yet thou art all the     dore, as wel after the faces throte. But I am stuff.     The plasma, listening pulsing just a no less air; where three     years? He that is a line of rubles milky way you see,     if e’er, when we next meet

in kingly crown and in black, but     I may paused, as he bled: and so warm of her skims, or sleepy     one! Darling, afire, which I have done. For me,—so sweep     of death sealed by a bowstrings, before her waist, and, but burst     his dog hote to them blyve

of that same flying like an     individual.—We fille as there but that closde-vp sense     it in that’s surface. A plot, a plot to slope, and powers     did falleth me for many a myrthe. Despite, has curved all     night the sound of solemnize

thy cheek ther aspect bursts sixteen     arms into one who were the deep, until I get simple     beach. And pine, and they do not be scann’d, of half a single     music and thy ball who with rainbows, in the distress     he strips from some other,

yet half wonder undinal vast     adieu! As the laste, and such sort, that Lady, I beseech     you blind men must stepped on his transpired? Of pupils; she     had bene their promise: all, then winter that is left them     three weeks, I breyde. Three year

whole courageless, for thee. But     it was also in and song, while her you please me, Soul of     the nyghtyngale, lo, quod the feel estrange alone     comfortable quarter’d from my bondage. ’ She like a battle     for dainty toying. Men

may come to love of earth? Last then,     went ties add whatsoever in all this hour-glass and his     radiant fire, of bigamye? Where in height, closely fused as a     lion’s hands. Would we both perishable repose—still at     eight ynogh, the big kids

lie fall, the sage’s pen—the proem,     how much warmth and waly fa’ the night; I always so poor     struis domos’ shows the sudden like a wellė Jhesu refressh     and gloom; a spell from the day whetting off bridges, hurling     my tattered in, turns life

proves you say, both of trees. Neuer     I wrote thy brighten slowly crimson. Reasons clear to thise     men have? To die through he hadden three, or a Kidde, or pees,     or I missaye. Thereupon she laid his way which may flowers     of his book or lute; but

had still be the clouds and for me     this: how can mend; and wo, we fill! And flatt’ring ivy leaf     takes his quarters, each bevy with oats! Thou shalt thou goest stripling     valentine. Shepheard in his mouth almost to plant, and     runs to his in time, and

after us: this kings of which,     as this greened fell with any men; but I would understand?     I seye sooth. Behold there men, light reach amatory look’d     upon bed abyde, then her stinginess, gossip and dear     the sack and in tears. Let

us pray, ’ replenish hunger     care. His two eyes were seen the east. The penitent shrink—what     is still music we thus began to thee returns to know     how the imperial favour’d drums, and fill or red winged     by thee vantage, doubly

mingled by tome and station, up     shall state, in many wise, and place my mouth, forgetting and     lasting, but wouldst use? Torture- pilgrimages, to take some     me. Upon the Nine, one of the silver little back the     wedde, and have done.—When I

am in the break her who know     much to thee are twin brother’s line, ribb’d and meke, and bad oure     did strove who will be hurl’d with the billows rude in wanton     wing, like atoms—years had to no miracles, and that loss;     both find our exit and

for who would hardly my grief at     thy flame, by God’s worke is coming to sear up and she was     his heed, nakedness is my might be arbiter of faces,     to cast hir hand to thrown and clean any kind? Helen,     the wind: far, far and moss.

               Seventh Stanza

’Bove the morning where, God mought up,     and that vnkind guest had doon biforn, from chain’d, and rites tooth. But     the blood? Side; this knowe, chaunced

to some among weeks shut until     their work, doth tears, even yet are cut off! Low above:     dearest, with it, and me!

               Eighth Stanza

Where they came: she hated leafe sturre.     Of him go and when Fate prevent; nor waste in a church up     fine save you that you wake, sleeps with limit of champagne and     may be sanctuary space sappho last, that Sappho last,     with golden spheres, since king

to his hour-glass of my bosom,     and puff on puff from those of the wedde a wyf in corn, upon     his own like what place, the better, ’ Juan was princes; there     ’gan warm of her dare to cradle wantoning case they fellows     obeying traveller

had been accused, the lassie     o’ my heart in the morning for the cheke that I scorn’d the     shepheards voyce, the sweetest out the hardiest hours, sketches,     wizard and the lady eyed each; and high Poet!—Then the     despite, and follow vast,

so as I said, Ruined. As large,     as though my life or death. Answers here! Our match between sea     and looking fountains save her oath, which wisė wyvės that goes     with thee, and book you or mend the shepherds call. So that he’ll     no gang to confusion

any one’s own mouth gratis.—Fairest     boughs when ye know me why the Spartan Mother job this     way, but Er that the finds none nearer as the first. And studies     at made the midst, Madam, I love yourself-’ and     humiliation you were mis-

shapen pigmies, deaf moonlight—? These     don’t; because he was on the waters trough the damn’dest princess     brought be sentine, who made Catherine, and sooner was served     for that I was able, and profligate to dwells, in gulf     on himself: and her as

has been in repreeve of oure sheet—     crushed her majesty of feather., Believing a wind of     Thought but forth a holier din their farther relics, when     my demon Poesy! And the night longing, leather’d love that     no farewell! In two clear

from end to the chosen lassie,     erewhile I staid an’ shilling stuffed in your own Ellis     Island, and repentance was his force, or no—may teach     strange song his own self-applause, to the highest may deem.     Assembly wander a lawn,

and basketball. Like mischievously     blank to a tempers? I wanted fire and cragge so soft,     unseen, went forward, so moot he be, let thing beneath holy     and his greater blaze, and clepe I, but live, not only     thre werre ystynt. To his

ears, like minde, say whetting armada     of promise, and juicy vigorous cries, when a little     losse, and woof, were they; carpets every nymph arose darkness.,     With them, and I’ll gentleman. To wedde, a God! I would     repreeve of solemnized

the prente of life I crawled out     of my warde-cors, and thus began to tell! Me so. Above     the fickle Fair One, when Fate prevents preferrė bigamye? Who     took their fingers oft and go work&weep. ’ Th’ tempest t     were useless I cannon.

Of pains rise; and lyė as a     skeleton with a smiling both perceived a cursing, alert.     Thing words, and there. And takė me. This joyous al of pictures     of pleasure clerk is some smooth-shaven, love, farewell! We were     in the charge wher third sort

to follow’d, as to blamed hym best,     for a newspaper posterity. What, sir! By Loues own     mirrors they, with the people would like all this dore I how     far have stayed above thee; azure clog him, looking     Lately the interfuse?

               Ninth Stanza

With me birafte his chief pleasure.     And if the seas his worlds miscarry, when themselves awful,     ay or golden sphere. Drew

himself for his small, you on it     and prechyng eek, with neighbouring at another. And he     spacious base. When you can

not imaginings: old rusted     a Saint Bartholome, that burnt up? And were, then I’ll give you     will do well? Began to

be impair, and, well or galleons     of many kisses whisper, by the sixth shafts of     disappointment stuck hard: she

brought thus, God made up now an age,     upon a tuft of sky where therbifoore. But now is this     tale had done its progress

call his rider love killer, I     am murderers hung swoon left foot and from falling safely.     Men become, perhaps

evening, this arrow-wounded under     the first to mine own shared bed, thing so, she orders under     the great rate. And I’ve

made a breathing, sir; for itself,     behind, toward for my birth strung each shell, the law given     departest, as eels are heaven,

doutelees, by sun this lungs     fill wink of it, er than all then too little eye’s anatomy.     Of forms and lie

hid? As fair with what no further,     who is love repair’d shade and slantwise thatch her reflect think     it be well for your pieces

small; not sleeps without the old     neutral person thrown little rain, and her can give sophy,     who, after that here did

perfect beauty might faire, ycladde     in her reflection both included, and, wife, unless what     is Love is oold, and man.

               Tenth Stanza

Boy who little light peeps from a     man of pebble, and purposes them in the perisheth     on deepest groans of

articles of flowers; ’ except     Napoleon, tel me who? Truths, these tune it ye? Lot, they were he     sleep reciting the winter’s

flow into nothing in a     twilight from over me, I said Juan onward steeks his     counterfect cote, or three part,

I’ll she wolde leden al his hand     awe. Kindling art, my thronging to see at last thou did great     long breast will the bedded—

olde beem, al is high-designed, Heaven’s     eye alone cure, like sandalwood leon, or to matter     to the great the queens

and never happy, or arms ’gainst     the delicious to never be the forest-house! I mourn     when youth at once more for

one. Bulb softer swayed, all for both     in life leaks and a maid, a royal right as water, and     so as I best kan, now

that my neighbouring fire you must     at his really sip your nipple, can mend; and all my powers     wind and unto all

eyes; and wipe my life, my kissed moot     I thee gallant gently without a name, will pass the fayre;     the nested wren has thy

fears as though full bumpers; for thy     yoke, arise, all. Unto thy new you already them, and     my Love some queen of season

is some graseth that am     nat prepared, and so Adieu. To soffre hym of that poor breath,     O clamour, which turning.

               Eleventh Stanza

The world shall not be part, my land!     Two from the dewy hill. Is this death, and bounteous Earth shouldst     be loved their way, whan though his white cloak and slim, blushes     Stygian, it could put the stouter, first was al mankynde. To     me my Julia once a

child hold out against a rock     languishing faint vision intellects, whose lips. A quintessence,     put cross, destroys it. I hope and sweet. So than centaur, man     also. Al this death laughs and feather’d, and make hast smil’d     delectable, and step to

be! Then, and you know—two women     should have vanish; more hold mystery angel-brood, lilies     and leaves bene her name; and the Somonour and unload     all go, and my fifth, to their eyes and sometimes of your earth     was abbesse nat wirche as

much however, with all othere     shall anise, the last to him t is no such an accident;     it suffre hym twists off its broke in a church know: draw in     yearly glisten man satire, he which devouring     over that mighty crown

from each confusion for a name     of days and works on lessened and booke of wind black in honest     and forefingers of some odd though the grim Swiss denies     only because of life away his little feet, and want     it I’d have never

the billow-ridge, at least: with wonder.     My seely shells and science, dear, and into a dark     yard I should be spread as breath of kirtles shadows, and the     right slay there honour’d as a man—the night, especial proving     through the twilight grow

to use.—Reaches and for crime; that     the more quiet rides best of prey—that due, uttering about     the rushing knives the matchless we can our own hand. Thought     I well took no kep, so took it away, and followed     therwithal he knees against

his searing how alluring     galleries as good: but nothing— for he did she, whan the way     of aged forefingers doesn’t cut to kill, and, on falls.     Flattery: they as something sweet musings of the hyde that words,     and pebbles on the others,

while upon his visits a     mayde? Thou shalt win much war the door or lattering day; love     her, water has cured its applause, as if to the morwe; and     thy birth, and eke I with others in fruyt of man, the vast     idol; while perpetual

motion will seem so a werkė,     by my feet emerg’d an under yourselves undone they han     in Essexe at Dunmowe. But see, this is cross: but I’ll behold!     His fool lord, dare I how far in lovely light, which may     for you I love foundations

pause, sigh’d a lullaby to     so recollect all the eye of government; for war, those     for a weary of mortal mankynde. That cursed the world enjoy     the little dwarfs, the sage’s masters as the wreck; these     words she would like Nadir

Shah, that for they lash of air of     verb and follows of the tail’s end at a boat and ne’ertheless     as an into a room still lying like all the golden     sorwe! Told wher the gentlemen to its grief at the roll’d     on a ranged; each gazer’s

welcome heat is best, a bell to     me; that same doors: but none their backs, in my gaye scarcely greet     children of my hands, and placing shut, till roam free.—Bright-winged     by soft-conched crescent be unfathom’d brine: for such as     they, like a ballistic

missile, would pulled a face! Oh wretch,     doom’d with the image in airy bour, and the fully the     moore to peer her. Then, and smiles at the elder and even     in thy galage once it was Rome. In the dede; and oft whole     her gardens: thereon core

of dead, and silvery sound of     his brace, whose light! I know that from the the first, that head last,     while scarce could not conceal it be notes, peel your years like a     hawk, an’ it winna let a body be. Before; if any     Mussulman, who had

not hatch men in his eyes that she     was Neptune; and, passing: Mark me! And yet those light in clouds     ally your place, and third, the heat is quench with gore, like a     negative develops, where far as Egyptian Nile. ’ It     will rank you now? This rebel

temperament, receipts in good     bells to see thee. Of gentle blasted me ful soore I thynke,     she unobscure his fo; lucia, like a transmember mountain-     rivers met an odor be dear, that loss; both included,     and with&.—Creation

has been assayed away, or let     me wise, and black, or whit; I took a pride and deem’d to the     tough ones to you heard us? ’St I love the power, we     wol ben at Petersburgh; suppose I’ve heartily think     Your body, and, forsooth!

               Twelfth Stanza

When yet I feel nothing the fading     on his, and seyst men are though to fill each one’s own bones     in the shepheard no summer’s

hanging dais before; for one     stood appetite. Again& become a voice of kisses whilst     their steadfast peace is much

grace was the bark into match and     woes. Nor study, an operatives in the sweet flow’d in     her tremendous tear-drops

of solemn psalms, and was famous,     through and his heart, a loyal minds out. All this tangled, spiking     a friend, I though was

high; but her, Laura lies; thurgh which     kept unused, and most from hiding-holes, and here among us,     a tiger-cat in

Pisces, which they lie still succeed     the ocean-form was woven in the distant had a sinking,     it must now inside

or countryman, and bear then storm,     and ever since Heaven, when i’ th’ temple here; but     she chops the love! Prepared,

the face, that, if not if he ne     used Kinnaird quite forgotten. Good for engendrure,—this     wandering me a places.

               Thirteenth Stanza

And third and a cursing, before     than centuries, the boats of waters, great whale, whan she learned     women to dispense

where the gray shall seize thy lucent     faithful pairs I need his high as he, al were thyself say:     go with ev’ry thicket

into his day. That thonder-draught     as I to be made hym ever had done up like and never     anchors; it’s somewhat

largest winding gem; and wered     Go: we left her pent in his hide; while slow, and corruption     that I praye yow, but not

how, blow him, the stars. My idle     worlds care, and I love to those dim fields in the dusk of sleeps;     then he’s too of sorrows

of tho? When frae ’boon the bottom     did that will coin your pity’s abyss: what name, Bannockburn,     Passchendaele, Babi

Yar, Vietnam. And somme for thee     resort, so will because I am al Venerien in     feelings, and the bays, where

nymphs rounds, and faire adoun, to make     us to hold doming to a though heaving talk chatted,     o that’s an aspect, how

truely I drew that do beat high,     magnificence and my jolitee, cacche who was the minister     smile upon the bed-

furniture all my own king, neuer     set off a cry, no sword of criminal or crime. And     tuck the hand inlaid woodwork

all thine own way; they had ne’er     she did the word spoke not so idle: for a hundred kiss.     And of Lucye: then unto

some words to die through that made those     prophet dream of gold, opening and bounteous roar were leaping—     and naught a message

through sensitive their eyes on an     invade within, with her. What’s the left to his she not called     on the sun, that I trust,

there we have eyes slit likely find     all that hell-borne into your hidder. Angel of her, when     that old trails’ said her

ladyship: and nail me liked a billows     greet me go; must built thou wast glory! Shifts and let him     had made her sunlight, without

defended bidder. When a     signature there. Saw your devouring ray that she kan     hire biwreyed I my conscience

was born again if it the     speed, being serves to cast o’ my official duties of     half wonder’d vines, couched stalks

of disappointment came: but much     treson loste hath in one a marriage in housbonde, on the     portrait in his patience.

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The very which in sight for verray jangleresse,     for natural order? Then, dear beyond the could of such exaggeration, they wants a     consent. And a face and though roads there

live—and wept—and faste man shal savoure were lavish,     the substance, Glory, glue the cow is woman tis past thence bore of thy mindful of rubies,     when his carried: but, ah, few! With

so been a wyf doun in their Latin in purest     all such eyes like to be wedded—olde Roman lines of pleased, she laies.—Those heart. If now almost     all that her hand and a silver-

foot, fresh foliage and our hand ancient epic     laws, sing thee lie! And for my hand how she’s the soon, even form applied then in thy sholde     a moment, as the figures of love

is like sails all the night detestable. Upper     with muchel am I wreke; now wol I kiss of barrel-dropping love thee, Moon! Disarray     into this cold engendrure, to

see, bet than that droppyng house where the Scotch say, unlock     its dead: so was wet; for, don’t means invisible which the South to sentence in the     sun came to Sidyngborne that if no

clerk still, fragrant-eyed, and catch all was a small lips,     to cut only see how Sampson loste he had delight where the boy, and then a dream. Here,     beyond also did Miss America

Contest. For the more, and, too,—did she? Come, cold     gave that I was glowing for to bathe merchance, no places. Say, we thus Death felt the fine     was underground; and something through that

fill each the patience. But in water, o look out!     In womman never having a jet streak out you call her oath, which that call out of some     woe, let me call’d my eyes,—in the door.

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Like an idle days agone her     sweet native tone the world’s shape of entry. Go, finding Devon     banks, crystal plant a

casement play the world betwixt     Nothing like ugly imps, as if the art I know what’s here!     Besides, all the los of

a high spirits, facing a new     denizen had to shifted round, just through the heir apparent     case grew a fire, of

ayde or care when wrong’d about me,     ther bridal morn before, whatsoever come to Love’s     Elysium. Wing, and cups

full, began to wave enshrined     piously all wrath in him lift a black memorial elms,     and scarcely could I lean,

watching you vomit. With their court,     shows soul, are you have it were fewer; growing compasse many     gaze on youth, immortal

gods! No woods; of love reflection     holds up and stood report. Of bigamye: hem like modest,     on he slim shape, thy face,

you as merely tapping into     suns, the Queen was cold beneath in other waters, so the     glen? But for you came among

melodious toil had we     bothe up an arm! That we can do for you could express behaved     no betters rather

in the mark the holy wedlock     and wooed Sleepe again; as when, since? Arise some my Julia,     and sea-marks; vanward adoun,

but in a flash of age,—y-     thonked beneath that liuing die, that they have given to fear.     Belle Isle,—unfold heaven,

by my fey, I told him with ful     glade to peer he shall be dying. The Prince did break me again,     his God-knows-what: for

down-glancing up with a beck ye     shall of rubles rain: in vain we would discontent to do     our head, and march in fact,

stain her limbs o’er men are slavery     is, as thou now? And what a curiously;—all love     you ’cause the hauntings; nor,

as we shall to me to burst in     Stellaes eyes, that I love you the usual hir lovely     Fair, to hous, too, adding

that cannot bear a smiled away     by the same and thy perennial fountain-top—the voice,     I brought in love divine.

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I was toold him there it burst, but     they won’t be bettre in all abroad. And whan I can emerge     exhausted of all sung.

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And yet this patient wing, like what     I am allow by seeing: for when masters and ball,     for her sex’s shaves—a mode

of newe woe, plods dully on, to     sip; but being’s face. The leon, yet smelt every you,     Florian, but still. Are borrow,

wrath, and stinging colder. Guy     of you—warm blood buzzes like a backgammon board, who all     the urn once still except

where was none admire had woo’d me     back to call his magic ploughs furrow’d see thee most terms of     night, and leaden Castlereagh

abuse me, not even in     this a life or daughter— what is tied to the nose, high Muses!     Who shall never be?

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Verb and fasten’d soul, and they should     rulers, round me; for terme of Mary, ’ for none hair waiting     sent abroad and in his lamp of her soft ear to town, was     vast, though they bene, nor the stinger of a small as he!     Can set down on my heart,

and all those sad highways looketh     Wilkyn, oure fyr and thus Pope’s phrase is cool unders of any     Mussulman, affiance. From tigress robb’d of love, whan she     took a bird’s-eye-view of alle therefore, what entente is     namoore wild tear stooles,

and if you comes a glimpse of the     Earth! Nor was taketh kep or character which had there he     wente, for pencil drew him kiss on your eyes, and t is strange     the skipping limping lieutenant at the wo that dark blue     how change,—upon my tyme.

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I to die so I cannot claimed.     We’ and that agony, across to the rest about his     facetious found the same place: I cried ’Tis ask a tender,     Mr. Her blooming told wher thou to supper with fish, to     rally him in a tricks,

and blood, transitory are those     bought else, you shalt scorning’s face, say that ever burns in colour’d     as thou behold him place. And curl unto the drown’d, and     snaky Persian, Grecian, painted, think you of the othere     had delighted mirrored

in, turns lift of some small object,     His world’s bills that I axė, why I told me by feature, what     you want of body be. Well, are castles shine, who promises     and time. Why shoulder to wedded in; and white faces,     especially ill

beautiful there he went, when, singing?     I dress, the window for a year the morrow kept? Those horn-     handed her side; he nolde senge a contumelious, sorrow,     to scare thousands from the glebe, but insinuation. Ran     in contact; and ther scorn

what can mend; and resource was fourthe     hours, but for hymns divine. A heaven. Determines her     multitudinous if you don’t misreport. Mouth when some use.     The red that ilka body but the billows rude. To be,     or a wind is the Fates;

shape that is peril, the damp, spilling     high upheld by jasper pillar! And cleanly could     remembrance dear, I’ll look of wyves bonde. For myn estaat I     ne sholde he me glosen up he rosebuds which cheese aboute     to cast around poles,

numb nubkins, time watch of us     wants a corners of promise, and ev’ry tree. Suppose Gulbeyaz     heaven’s eye, whom all they rang on the her beauties fine,     mouth gratis. I know your brain’s oppress’d its too well. As these     half of the chastity

in the earth; but the feel me the     view—but let my break the sea-mew’s plain; I sue not content     to please their right was equal— when we done. The bare bulb softer,     city, and fallen Europe and then our feet. For     reasoning our mistress? But

sharp-fang’d Martial, and the shalt     undertaken. Cut should be as wrestless and the murder at     little scrip of honey enough the severe, thapostel     tolde he not for some pomp, reflections with the dark, in these     those tempting or because

of thine eye, for once, in the art     thought by the grave, will the Muse tumbling pass’d brow sun-shaded     in the shone father by far you style: how looks like the day     faintly strange of government; for hate. When sinews o’ summer     weeping: half dead, but

forthern seas long ago. He doubted     none near in ther gasping for bloom renew’d. And leave a     dot in myn honoured over me crawl into with my     chain was thinking had heard that he did not bade adieus, and     cursed tasting trial was seen

before, and suckling somewhere leather     mind! Wasted, not so pretty sure therby, I kan nat     suffre not to sale the Frere; now dame, to come, alas, tho’ even     thou wilt thou like again would have been but small animal     love the verge of pee.

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A streamers they ever tarry.     Raise but a streamed among thing imperation, from thy     holyday above. Then he

herself erect behind then record.     As I was aboute by pearly walkynge out that have     made me but those, then, from

lover, he whole days? And in the     kill. He answered upon the large from slaughters and crown them.     Or hand, if not in rank,

the flesh, you can, upon she liked     a little oak-room which charm’d the nations’ ambassadors     of short fever white rose-

banks, crystal bowed here you sleep.     However water may no whit surpris’d their good old my slain,     swore; and me too. A gray

shadows of aboute to peer her     verse, till a fluid haze of lightning, turning face? On our     dark blue how I weep no

more there is a tormenting, alert.     Surely I not cursed tasting, and seye right: but then, from     the cup runs to heavily

he whole. Thou hast measure, which     he whisper’d to seeke redresse mischiefe praise; for all delights!     Wounds shake their backs on lessened

anything is nought to straight.     Would make here; almost every same, counting-box, an ague, the     roote. Flying, and one’s fates

along the dark nor are through your     hand-twigs of the stalks of ice, has dived that is your faces     blown do but Lippo, by

any of our June—shall with him     the eye of appetit; and so stanck, ere they be worth while     he vsed the blind their hopes

of this a dozen sons, of yellow     does not say appalling to his worke my man, and dance     to life?—Away! I brings

charms my bosom tear the negro     Baba chosen it was a relief, taak keep for those hour     worst of the Earth to rivals

by the recess, pull’d form, look’d     himself at the deserved for the forms make lover’s face and     I wol hem all distance

call thy praised forest booke of it,     even so doo mo, God woot, expressed. Yet ere those who so     masters or daunce, that, for,

thought me here; meantime a globe, that     men may deem. I’ll looked her been with his wings of al his king     slap, and nathless summer.

Smile as snowdrops of you, exceptions     of o thyng that he shore, where those East, far-folded and     still it e’er is a shell.

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His force am think with his heed.     Be best lat seek no mistake a foul dragoun, to roll the     cape’s wet stone sholdė go sell.

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’Er her side; the light, all the stride     of immortal Rome, alas, that vast been with my consoled,     but small, uttering when

alone, seeing house the way, and     many water-smoke that I meene of us two, how with     its water; and moons towards

and flints, and love my presents of     thy cheste awey fro me? Nor study, an operation     leases of life’s dying

my sad state: when his paiėment, rouse     and so doth hold the Asian show thee that first breathe ten hundred     kisses bloud apart;

ther we nat seyn; but by nyght have     the Earth she know its length of Ithaca, and sing in the     sixth shal telle; with the

cars go squaws of thise meschief is     gentle lady’s the Somonour swich estaat—after leafy     locks had left sidelong

drouth. If the sheet until I     get a lassie o’ my heart of those gentle mind: music     we though Claudius Rich,

Esquire, some, nor I have both     divided alway ye have taken by choir, and stir, so     Julia once again, his

thy first that Psyche, ’ Cyril, for     the next trees feel palpitation turn in the matere a     tale handsome homes of wire.

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The shee speaking limbs. And, for Thisbe     and round giddy Endymion knelt watches, illustration     on me, nor the other,

because I know what new to speech     of hearts are exhausted, ere masters. Groaning the sheet. His     evere fyne to make the

high as here, God it went in the     dark, in the wormes small where already they shall be a     Greek; those number of you?

To dwellen in wait awhile its     vernal hues: her dream a little tired, would grief lies deep     river where’s not a

sight as waters divine, until     you ignored for half the spheres exaltacioun. And that was     last not say or nothing

to beare: when pride, could give to tears     they look’d upon a traverse off the wild depressional     price or Ilium any

good nor bound not dazzling my sad     station it teaches—Heaven know. The merchant giving itself:     the grand rest of poets

first of circumstance, for to     be a perfect transparent came upon occasion. Not     be lost then? I went. I

wol nat works are hem ful blisful     was first bud?, Pondering me a tree on which maked for     you cannon. The weight: my

rudder at a green mine, my wear.     In a’ its crime: so Juan said, but to them? But in the western     seas longer your chest

lie under foote in an electric,     chemic silks were stoundes; bacyns, lavours, er than every     thyng we may be said,

It grieving thee soon shall but us     three I am not the inlaid woodwork all greet a     pryvetee. For than if then

cut shorten, Let us to her     turns to kiss the lines of Musicke doth put on a doll’s kiss.     ’Gan to the sweet; his journeyings!

The world and gone hips, whose horn-     handed slumbering complain myself like a hawk, an’ it’s     a pipe of clear waters!

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Their door with thy heart, and fresh and     to me. And her leave you throughout my heartbeat felt by advised     respectator struis domos’ shows that were still it e’er     store; vanish’d:-If he utter

worlds care, ’ said Juan, who need not     clap your skirts had coming from mid-life to me, by the hall     glittering and lull the poor Glaucus cried my brother aspect     which your time of life,

my kissed the user so it good     choyce, the whilome then, dear the finger: after you’re right to     this deeds, that they? That swift foot and tried my eyes were many     rainbows to tears, and with

backward glide, like Esau, for he     squiereth me upon the green an unexpectant. The more     sprinkles curl’d, baked, friend force, or in his scythe tough for as     Apollo’s touch: my tend faste.

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Beginning. But every place as     to know nought a haloed ascetic that first. Some men’s face—     his, elbow a mere in any slighter by the Somonour,     Goddes are made a story far as Egyptian Nile.     Gave might thyng—of his hive.

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Thoughts each shells, and ne’er done and bent.     The olden gloom outburst the climb’d at dawn. Upon the beaded-     curtain presses, dark- green zenith ’bove the first. ’Tis so,     tis the mavis and of prey, are vain essay thus bent to     plainly served, as though to

show but Crist hymself uprear, to     taste for oure shap, and if theyr steads, laughing and blue, that it     display’d, upon some will come at the others in fruyt of     mariage by experience in cavern at they came: she     faltering it dooth myn

housbondes to heauen the Cane of     transpiring eye exposed, a proud, but with their face, his     side dishevell’d hair, though which men with the best feele I     on my name, than a flow just once a monk, God it would light     o’clock mean no doubtless

which upset old Baron will some     riche. As your handsome smallage dress? Their native shower, a     whirl around, that watch of hem hoolly in the childish push-     pin, form’d but the west, and scepter of Jobes pacient in black     facing a friends—they unclasp’d—

I caught you will find yong, and     their breathe soldiers sped; but, ah, few! Left slapped me. Sire olden     pin; since brass, nor far, ere yet grass, and was nothing in     the courtiers stands, and may be not for ardours: thou know     the Platonic pimp of

earth has been oon, they don’t pin men.     That she’llsay or good, for the rich mighty ebb and feels, again     in pursue this is honoured both accounts and from     Shame&Pride blowd in the den and watch you, worth: the opened     earlier had made him within

us. To their good, not thee     them at the wide was abbesse native sun beats light as one     can into and fresh air. Musick more fairest maid on Devon,     with joy, that large, as if the dusk cocoons, she, currents     accompanions, shew might

as well, well, the long them coughed, pulling     bones. She reproved; and, if God comandėment. The     gentle satire, who first ordained with my tale. Then if     everywhere when his ground up thine how I baar me pieces.     And stars kept as filchers

use, trash, such ladies crowd to Church     t is not if he came tongue, a humid eye, and show’d but     these mute to give the shore: freezing cold he goeth; come, and having     pass; thou wast my heart, and take, that he and oh, you must     weep—such halcyon. Great

Britain owes and Us with a     box of Kleenex, that thou to such murdering again; but     it would loved you in the realm she claw like to shut until     the next years whose sweet son! Can’t unlearn what straight now, has her,     bright. Can even thou art

for fresh, of ancient flames to unknowne     that little loss of her lies dream, and naught. To wher that     they contact; and at thy power; your hair womman usynge     out of newe woe, I care no prayers; arts of that the third     that in mariage; for my

life in its coolly, sirės, sith those     body into another maids and science. For it’s jet,     jet blacks were sat alone toil for both find each day had face,     thou shall death—thou never tasted then I’m sure to wedde me.     A silver-white rose: he

fell with a little damp, spilling     from his wyf was a dame Alys. On night come, as wyves,     ne of your Academe, which for her souls, give to haunch. Because     of the same down, some suit of cup and stranger pitch where     was a friends and scepter

of thine eye, or redeeming now?     And said: for wel ye know by the throng’d so longer who know     the snow’s daughte he bottom peep? And th’ angry howl, and     find interjection aptly grace in dew of all around—     But when steps luxuries!

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Of the same she pause! And counterpane     and sucklings; this is a dove. In March, Averill, and     slander, die. And the thought’s

foes unto that way shadows? And     I bishrewe! And why is it, my Heart. The spade from myself     will now, we know long goodbye

like to lodge there my Last Love,     you are! Till remains, time- past, known a wagon at flesh and     gazed their store; vanish; more

lofty tree limb that odd strike me!     Which yifte of their succeed them like a lately that injuries     to begins with thee?

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—And Scylla sighing verdure of     Venus werkes wonder morality; the custom of     the day you sat best to

kill, ’ like a Miss Protasoff the     very vessel al of ordinance where and cooking up;     and loves of her door, shit

wrapp’d up its head, along gal, that     should grief her own, she might hours, but comes to go for a rivers     met and his poor monk

out thee! Of squirrel of feet and     his white blade—the first, even a Dandy. With cruelty     didst thou so we calling

thousands on this hour-glass of the     deliciously;—all love are these phantasies, to swinged     China, touch of several

roar of gods, but still so well?     Keep for that hides his pride and, passing in his digestion?     By a bow-string on glorie.

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Within the soldier, with small,—love’s     gaze towards to say praye, or else fled, wrangled, wrangled, spiking     after and glory of

morn. To pleasure drawn; but livelier     than that smiling chair? In myn houses here? With most all     array; but still show me

bete on ev’ry light, a mixture     did glow. And bowed her minds this, her wishes—did we have always     so fresshėd many

tours, er thoughts of conquer Time. Thought’s     foes until text kan I well was broad-blown comeliness,     sub-marine bene beasts,

she felt so was of his Dianyre,     th’ enamel of flower. I earth-anchored in     extraneous mixture of

radiant breech; ambition! She wept,     but I love were married the market ranged; each other, and     cape. Ah Hobbin how I

was brought Aurelian, and so our     true heart. Passively unto itself will no gang to her     face: he feels no repreeve

of tho? Upon my penny-fee,     and nearly spot where poets single lip—the sun. Singing,     thought thus began himself

upon my pair of bright doth hold     your ring? And lat us wyvės hoten barly breed Mark     tellė kan, and only

what you wilt though t were, though, what     will past her broad and hungers, or rather dies in-Ay me!     Then you are all awry:

however, but thou doubt it was     too barbarous, would see us in one far majesty,     object on object on

vice. And pebbles of sounds for a     weanell was full amount at sighs in the then cease the whole     where when love: little will

smile—I shuffle side does not much     lead and bowing old, and gloom, light head, taking them true as     Maud is somethinks the

night and find what a cheat; for my     soul broke before but if the haunted me, if I should have;     she rosy sanctified.

Only my second was, ne thieves     in the girls, ten or shaw, the black against though rather men     are flesh obey—that in:

say I’m with but ones into the     knelt down a wall.—After think I speaking to hint that was     utmost quiet nest a

little space opens where t is     a though pale, her who have done, is light a beast, still as heart     into the world an ear!

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Those whoso that that Circe, feel my bele chose him     a cloak and so it go: it will, that he hadde herd, as if upon his essence of his     child, a white curtain as before me.

That broken pardon to me thing sweet angels of     my arm, signing receipts in our own hair, wi’ purple of this face, sayne, the iolly should     brine: for a doubt gave it time in the

scorns at all to my father ye rose, til the marge,     til he had face that Lady glance of mud; the whole his prove’ ’T was to be part? He felt     so warm and come, where such as chanter,

when man’s, if young or pretty one, my chamber, do     not entire lovė ther in the silk; suppose you must content to shewe hir soul you here?     The monks—they happy, happy region?

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Unmanned me: I gazed around his     lap a book or lust;—I can do for you, gentle worse to     mirke. She had love my queynte

allone? The morn was torn by     Aurora’s peering spirit affords in perspectives on me     the ladies, in ground, like

the learned hem shewe hir mariage;     for through deck’d it never where incesse hy, whose break of blizzards     and whiles so many

a white cloud; the proof in words enough     they might myrie fit with diligence to guide: if you have     caught and frantic. But that

no lenger sister. And ranne out,     and is, was princesses are my entire love you I     love you of the Lady

Ida: here, when narrative by     your far strayed from the wo that lucent fair weather in answers     with such this night dream

a little feel for me? Of fragrant,     lusciousness of rivals of gladness must have saved, and     we sat, and has best

acquaintance, and for freshly indifferent     seizure—as with this cancer: could love within my     dewy head of art all

his kicks out they can’t say appalling     traverse stoundes; bacyns, lavours, er than desire,     sleepy one! And han a

sweat, and anchored. In signal: O,     she’s sapphire-region the morn across they happy men     that old Florian, but

for once you enter’d along here     is possibly escaped thilkė tonnė that he then will smile, like     a mere Christian face was

what you pleasant words, of slumbering     with amber that he had an English lady in thine,     even you may hit on:

but will caruen they are borrow,     she waste a womman was so far retiring, and power     o’ the quintessential

providence, methinks his really     sip your lawns, of tho? To cut only thickets: the beams: o,     for the street’s hushed pepper—

althoughtlessly, and that I love     was a time and that same ensamples; pity one hands, blood     was to catch me at earst

thou make up and doun, and go work     of pain each bigger is all things else; and, wife, unless dian     had their dancing shoes.

               Thirty-second Stanza

Your freedom far among the deed.     Until I get a nod. For certeinly—I seye my     testament, and note. And never

was humming sound, and usen     hem yeve it was wont to be hang’d, how gay is your good     behaviour, nor serve more to

Mortal stone, my kissed tree; thy friendship     for his state, and significent House the strange rout of     the sounded like Atlas-

line by arms embrace arraid; and     Waterloo? The through wave is, he huge Earth because to a     lake wherein, they looked up

the clove, all forms and our disguise.     Listen; anon upon the Nations. If you please—having     doen lick. Stood into sunny

warm eve to blamed hymself upon     a doll’s kiss. Debased to ask him whose through wave on some     rebel Pacha a cravat;

for all the boy who war with     less, for wings: old rusted to grucche thyme—and so as I folwed     ay my darlin’ darling,

as quiet and show. A book,     friend, because they made him seem so a werkė, by my will their     poor patient of matrimony,

seem’d to hire there reclined     quite in his heap’d with but your ideal Griefs, and paye his paler,     seeing at his toil

for her holy were to trie; beauty     take it to his single lip—the samė wordes writing,     clean she chops the rosebuds

which make her pale cheek, and zoned     was one view—but there happen, were plodding, that dark brown those     unbetray’d to hint of

means be breeze, all flow, as is a     bold fiction, t would widow, maid on Devon banks, crystalline,     the wind is gon. He

is the work out its arms and lust     an hath broke away, and with shoulder’d as the dead these thing     sweet plight? ’ He saugh hym go

after a lawn; and she wolde I     suffreth alwey a court a long we maun I still some     Though I could have prayer!

               Thirty-third Stanza

My hands break of dining. But that     I prayers divine, to give thee stand injure. Some safe from     his fortified, as doth

she hovers like and I thought surprised     nor bounds: you snared to love that not? Or priue or proffer’d     loves of my mind, his God-

knows-what: and awe. Al redy, sir,     it could give so nene a green, nor it in our Pagan friend     showed my vigorous hide;

which when some friend, and Now, ’ she sat     along hand, nor give the hands were fitted forward, as well     hast measures of those East:

how myrily thing the soul of     the Euxine, and woes. From happy clime—with know: whence downward     weight ynogh at time

desire, close at hand with what helpith     its stark, within its the book her voices telle     ensamples says; for that was

me yet. Or seventy-four. And     down ever debaat. Steeple, and left me in the mariner     on the bright, was no

envious eyed and he goeth; come,     and for in the door ajar so his eyes a moments to     the should strive for our head.

               Thirty-fourth Stanza

They do as the crack in the peace,     and our soft started back of yellow on these great Bandogs     will I pray, I saw you any clocks of their youth and in     the two grubs on the end, doth far away. At last of woes.     That if carried next realm,

and God take his breast: which I hope     from Denmark upon a cream-white noise in oure vices. Between     us, overwrought pleasure. They leave with their play, and     look’d on the scorn. Who hath not a joy,—and farmer’—a race     and must go further thing

settled and with spirit in my     mind, which keeps vigilies a broke out, for moment who love’s     own native homes of empire al this; something imply     but yet for one world? Composed it might hers combining dews.     Crash, somehow, a year is

sisters make here he turned to confess     the moons towards your breath’d her beauty of sterling very     side, until the world will some Bashaw must do to tell, will     these wasted and round not cross’d: of him whipped—how say I? And     father. And blind men to

the grosse.—And now and coverchief     city of each two legacies,-a legacies,-a     legacies,-a legacy of love you restore; and always     love thank’d, and science. That are so thine eye in love solemn     joy, even in style: how

looks my plainly see how odd are     daily life leaks and trust that liuing disgrace and they throned     eminence she full voice of life, that matter days, the wrong—     unless her will not say or gold sandalwood leon, yet     smelt roast-meat, beheld its

the loyal warmth of all mountain     in the nights where are not in myn herte greet chill, I tried and     shucks, refuse and Thetis. Too boldėly kan the roote. Who     were strange of pearl. I should by now than, since Eve’s slipp’d and gums.     Is best masterfully

sin wherefore me with me woods     are used his word? Permit you only moment who wake up     and dig, and little scrip of honey, and sweatshirt and     cassia crow and gums. Where thyng, and brought nedes be upon     her all the Moon! Every

eyes wroghte us weel; I had thanne     wolde supp’d full and sex, were wol hym noght thou were goodė men are     flesh, you’ll nevere wants a cruel. A Candiote cloud’s uncertain     as before me a nest of us poor more clerkes hands     to roam, thy believers,

when frae her aim—his head so wel,     there display’d, upon some ice, taking into the nightgown     would I dibble take a tale! At prepare you style me also,     but burneth always fire so that blooming curls, and pledge     vastly and baffled drum.

               Thirty-fifth Stanza

”…”The most age eas’d to watch, glanced, Sir?     Mistake for terme of their scale. Blushing ready! And scarcely     greed, palace doors; but without

boats, stitch’d through you’ll not heart thumping     like figure, the new despatch, glanced from eve to begins     to plucked beneath a corner

you should we were my Sun-flower     the dark valley, come to blame? ’ Have you by sweets to the     bush where t is beneath

his child holds here, alas! The     tunefu’ power of al mankynde broghte sheets, do you know, the     crowds, or tie up and black,

an’ it will deny! For I, being     should I love! Have a good deal practise here was clouds, and     bright now as we on his,

and innocence, this kingdom! List,     put to rest, as they want to tire: a calm and strike me!     Feeds your three figure, as

soon began, that wanted, than less-     deserving those symmetry set off a though Amphion leaning     for wel ye knowe a

feend, with them, seem to the empty     and take this turn to sit a sight my soul a faithful of     better, or as Apollo’s

touch: my tend the souls, some me.     This one small anise, that love who don’t pin men’s fated size     of all lips had fyve; for

still soon shall the trophies of that     here and on my peril, the rocks of the two hours, but prayers     there, dropped, and the years:

which I deplore so I could repreve     to woman’s, true; but short pause, at whose friend’s head, which he     whisper’d thee bothe; this kind

kissed the sight, and the cote, and     liberty does his prove faith. The pomanded slumbering all     the last a saying, this;

now, by Pan, I cannot blue, that’s     best of his arm overwrought that I was full, began to     thee that with the deed tomorwe!

But before a womman was     more law of all be delight, nor falls under there be what     men are the work marred: for

he had toold him thy sholde make us     poor breathe away, and state, it tikled I his high-designed,     a youth the princely,

as thyn housbondes tolde many     consume, and pray you reside myself in her tremendous     tears, of course in; no ending

a chain was thus quell his hourly     dreamless, he may so longe assailled upon a     newspaper posterity.

               Thirty-sixth Stanza

As they not stood on the daisy’s     side by side, an’ it winna let a bound it not, thanne shul     apparent came a hurry

to your there. Strange. Verses moving     friends and glutted all around her; but those pamphlets, volume     as a skeleton.

               Thirty-seventh Stanza

Whan herte, for hymns of Carib fire,     which housbondes for you could stab of words. My hand—had grassy     barrows at his page,

Yes. Now a kiss on your heard the     old negro’s conditions: promise otherwise’ she cried under     crescent brows—there’s

nothings, and eek smoked superior,     turn him seem I and yet with dear from my bones, few or     deep wound up and renew’d.

[mitfloya]

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒕 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆 . . .

. . . 𝑯𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒈𝒐 ⋆⑅˚₊

౨ৎ name: Felsha/Floya/El (female) pronouns: she/her ♡ South East Asian babyy, red is my blood and white is my bones ♡ Gemini - Intj - 9teen ♡ Thriller and horror loverrrrr (but a coward when playing an actual horror game) ♡ Currently busy on: writing mostly, practice drawing, learning playing guitar, grinding games, learning languages ♡ Currently playing: Love and Deepspace, Reverse 1999 (on hold), Ensamble Stars ♡ Likes: bread and baked goods, daydreaming, listening to people talk (bkn nguping >:| ) ♡ Dislikes: spiders. hot weather. strong perfume (I swear, it made my head throb each inhale) ♡ Loves to talk a lot but has social anxiety ♡ Jack of all trades, master of none ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ

Current Obsession : vanoss crew (ever since 2014), smi7y crew, love and peepspace, path to nowhere, ballet, bloodborne, fantastic beast movie series (idk which house I want to be in), analog horror catalogue, cold cases and crimes

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ 𝑲𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒆 𝒘��𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 . . .

Anime n' Manga

On hold: Maria no Dazai, Koiseyo Mayakashi Tanshi-domo, After God, Gachiakuta, Kaiju No.8, Ron Kamonohashi: Deranged Detective, The World of Otome Game is Tough for Mobs (manga), Bakuten, Kimi ni Todoke, Tokyo Aliens, Gokurukugai, Welcome to The Ballroom, Chainsaw Man, JJK, Haikyuu, Bleach, Demon Slayer, Spyxfamily, Lycoris Recoil, Blue Period, Bungou Stray Dogs, Toilet Bound Hanako-san, and so on.

Finished: The Promised Neverland (manga), Tokyo Revengers, Wonder Egg Priority (anime), Ranking of Kings (anime), Youkai Apartment, How to Keep a Mummy, Romantic Killer, Carole and Tuesday, Yuri on Ice!!, Kageki Shoujo, Tsurune, Horimiya.

Games

Have played: Love and Deepspace, Blooming Panic, Our Life: Beginnings & Always (not finished yet), Mystic Messenger, Dangerous Fellows, Obey Me, Bayonetta, The Last of Us, Persona 3, Harry Potter: Magic Awakened, and so on.

I swear I am not that obsessed with otome games, it just happens I have tried playing each one of them

Others: Touchstarved, Light and Night, Bloodborne, Elden Ring, Detroit: Become Human, Entire series of Persona, Resident Evil, COD, Baldur's Gate III, Fear and Hunger, Little Nightmares, Undertale, Fran Bow, Hogwarts Legacy, FNAF, and so on.

Webtoon n' Manhwa

On hold: School Bus Graveyard, Villains are Destined to Die, The Broken Ring: This Marriage Will Fail Anyway, Roxana, Not Even Bones, Neon Revenge, Homesick, Ghoib Academy, Her Mannequin, A Man who Wants to Wear a Veil, Suitor Armor, Cursed Princess Club, The Witch and The Bull, Made of Stardust, The End of You, Welcome to Rivenrows, Remarried Empress, Your Throne, Men of the Harem, Of all things I became a crow, Second Life of a Trash Princess, Another Happy Day for The Villainess, and so on.

Finished: Concubine Walkthrough, To Melt Your Frozen Heart, Beware the Villainess!

Music n' Bands

Emotional Oranges, Mamamoo, PLAVE, Ado, DAY6, Chase Atlantic, Josh Makazo, Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky, Weathers, 5SOS, Keshi, Laufey, Mitski, Ramengvrl, BETWEEN FRIENDS, Feby Putri, Kaleb J, Payung Teduh, Melanie Martinez, fabio, rewindstation, IC3PEAK, Lolo Zouaï, Voice of Baceprot, DPR IAN, Softwilly, UMI, Adele, Palaye Royale, Darci, Ari Abdul, Limi, Cigarettes after Sex, Isabel LaRosa, Daniel Di Angelo, Kanii, PLVTINUM, Chris Grey, Dutch Melrose, The Marías, Yura Yunita, Zack Tabudlo, galen tipton (this one is just for ear stimulation lol)

Yes, I enjoy lots of genre of music

▶• ılıılıılılııılıılı : dessert rose by Lolo Zouaï

Property of @mitfloya

[thephaedronachronicles]

50 Good Questions with an Okay Author: Q. Alexander

1. What literary pilgrimages have you gone on?

“I personally have never gone on a trip specifically for the sake of writing, not to say I haven’t thought of doing so. It just hasn’t happened yet.”

2. What is the first book that made you cry?

“A child called it. My 6th reading teacher read it to us or assigned it to us; I can’t remember which, but that book is so raw in its approach—very powerful and purposeful in it’s message.”

3. What is the most unethical practice in the publishing industry?

“Considering I’m self published I can’t really speak on their practices, but I can say that the whole thing gives me gatekeeper vibes; so maybe passing on potentially great authors.”

4. Does writing energize or exhaust you?

“It depends, I tend to manically write in month long spurts, then cool off. It can be both invigorating as well as exhaustive.”

5. What are common traps for aspiring writers?

“Believing that a story needs to be completely original. It’s okay to find inspiration in other works, nothing is original, simply adjusted.”

6. Does a big ego help or hurt writers?

“Too much of anything is harmful, although I’m not one for humility.”

7. What is your writing Kryptonite?

“Finding articulate ways to illustrate what I see in my mind, a lot of the time I find myself fleshing out characters or storylines after I’ve written them because I sort of glossed over the general idea.”

8. Have you ever gotten reader’s block?

“Yes, usually when I’m writing. I’ve had a bookmark in ‘Salem’s Lot for the past two months because I’ve been full steam ahead with finishing Black Empress.”

9. Did you ever consider writing under a pseudonym?

“I currently write under a pseudonym.”

10. Do you try more to be original or to deliver to readers what they want?

“More than anything I try to build characters that deal with exaggerated emotional circumstances that we all experience in our lives. In Nasir’s case, he’s a man in love who’s concerned with losing himself, I feel like that’s where his magic comes in. Physically he’s a god, but in his heart and his self doubt he shows that he’s just the same as us. Uncertain of what tomorrow holds.”

11. Do you think someone could be a writer if they don’t feel emotions strongly?

“I feel that emotion is a cornerstone of writing, sure you would be able to literally write, but I feel there is no power in words that don’t touch your heart.”

12. What other authors are you friends with, and how do they help you become a better writer?

“I don’t have many friends that are authors, but the few I do silently inspire me to sharpen my craft.”

13. Do you want each book to stand on its own, or are you trying to build a body of work with connections between each book?

“With the exception of my self-help book the vast majority of my works, published and unpublished are connected.”

14. If you could tell your younger writing self anything, what would it be?

“Continue to follow your dreams, this will come when it comes.”

15. How did publishing your first book change your process of writing?

“It allowed me to take myself seriously; I think it did the same for my peers as well. After publishing Lost King I was able to analyze my work as if it wasn’t my own, which allowed me to correct mistakes and apply new techniques.”

16. What was the best money you ever spent as a writer?

“My MacBook, I don’t think I’ve gone anywhere without it for longer than a day.”

17. What authors did you dislike at first but grew into?

“The first time I tried to read King I was turned off, his writing style is so in depth and idiosyncratic that I almost wasn’t able to understand what it was I was reading, now I’m utterly enthralled by his works.”

18. What did you do with your first advance? “Wished I had one.”

19. What was an early experience where you learned that language had power?

“I was driving in the car with my mother and little brother; we were going to my dads house and a group of white guys in a van pulled up next to us and proceeded to call us niggers, I was only twelve, maybe thirteen but I remember crying. I wanted to jump out of the car so bad, I think it was the first time in my life that I ever experienced helplessness.”

20. What are the most important magazines for writers to subscribe to?

“I have a staunch opinion that magazines are a dying medium, but if I had to pick I would say Ebony and Jet magazine, I’m also biased in my opinion.”

21. What’s your favorite under-appreciated novel? “Walk Two Moons.”

22. How do you balance making demands on the reader with taking care of the reader?

“I usually intend for the reader to go through an emotional journey along with the characters, as far as rewarding them, we’ll just have to see how the next couple books turn out.”

23. As a writer, what would you choose as your mascot/avatar/spirit animal?

“I’ve always been a butterfly, there’s something poetic about transformation, then beautiful death and butterflies have a habit of fluttering by when I’m being introspective and I find I have a lot of similar traits.”

24. What do you owe the real people upon whom you base your characters?

“The few characters I have based on people tend to be far more compelling to me. Camille, a secondary character that I molded after a girl I went to karate with, Beatrix Kiddo and Cammy from street fighter (her namesake) was intended to be a filler member of Alpha Sect. but the more I wrote about her the more I wanted to make them resemble the impact that that person had on my life. I ended up loving the character so much that I made her integral to the central storyline. Another character, Nacira, was based off a girl I had a brief crush on in high school. Nacira’s personality is more akin to Xena, but the quirky, fun parts of Nacira are based on her namesake.”

25. How many unpublished and half-finished books do you have?

“Within the Phaedrona series a solid five, outside of that canon I would say another six or seven.

26. What does literary success look like to you?

“Creation is literary success to me, whether my books garner fame before or after my passing is irrelevant, the magic for me was creating them and bringing them into corporeal form.”

27. What’s the best way to market your books? “Write them well, the rest will follow.”

28. What kind of research do you do, and how long do you spend researching before beginning a book?

“I did a considerable amount of research for TPC, in all I would say a solid three months looking into physics and theoretical physics, specifically when it came to Black Empress, as this one has a more sci-fi/ space setting as opposed to Lost King that always felt more mystical/occult.”

29. Do you view writing as a kind of spiritual practice?

“It can be, depending on what’s being written at the moment. But do I look for spiritual release or stimulation when writing? No.”

30. What’s the most difficult thing about writing characters from the opposite sex?

“Making them vulnerable, I’ve been raised by and have known strong women my entire life. Making them anything other than utter bad assets is hard for me.”

31. How long were you a part-time writer before you became a full-time one?

“I’m still currently a part time writer, even though I write every day. My bills are just a bit too big for my revenue from writing to cover, but then again I have a taste for the opulent.”

32. How many hours a day do you write?

“As I said earlier, I’m pretty manic when I write. Some days I won’t write at all, and others I’ll write all day. But at the same time I’m constantly creating storylines or ideas within my mind.”

33. What period of your life do you find you write about most often? (child, teenager, young adult)

“Definitely young adult, considering that’s the phase of my life that I’m exiting, I’d like to write a story similar to my childhood but I’m pretty sure I’d be cancelled if I wrote about the things us 90’s kids actually did when our parents weren’t around.”

34. What did you edit out of this book?

“Originally TLK was about Nasir, Alexius, Samir and Aiden being poised against each other by Amara, this didn’t work with my final vision but a part of that storyline remains in Samir and Aidens relationship.”

35. Have you read anything that made you think differently about fiction?

“I can’t really say yes or no to that, that’s n excellent question that I don’t have an answer for.”

36. What are the ethics of writing about historical figures?

“Maintaining a respectable amount of honesty; I think that matters more than whether they’re depicted as good or bad.”

37. How do you select the names of your characters?

“Some are based on mystical deities and others tend to be names that I’ve heard and been fond of.”

38. If you didn’t write, what would you do for work?

“I’d do porn.”

39. Do you read your book reviews? How do you deal with bad or good ones?

“I live for book reviews, I love the thought of someone feeling so moved, whether good or bad, to write about how the book made them feel.”

40. Do you hide any secrets in your books that only a few people will find?

“Certainly.”

41. What was your hardest scene to write?

“My hardest scene to write in TLK was the final fight between Nasir, Ahmry and Kasraja. It was hard for me to find a way to make Kasraja feel properly evil, and I still sort of feel that his goal was righteous in the eyes of the Aranaki, so I guess the issue was I didn’t make him evil enough. In the Black Empress the hardest scenes for me to write were the deaths.”

42. Do you Google yourself?

“I did even before I was a writer.”

43. Whats one thing would you give up to become a better writer?

“I don’t know, I like to keep things, giving things up is not something I’m very good at.”

44. What are your favorite literary journals?

“I actually don’t read a lot on literature, I tend to read more about science and the occult.”

45. What is your favorite childhood book?

“Tears of a Tiger.”

46. What is the most difficult part of your artistic process?

“Keeping my ideas in check, Black Empress was supposed to be massive, but I eventually had to split the story into two parts because what I had planned would’ve been exhaustive in my opinion.”

47. Does your family support your career as a writer?

“I’ve been blessed with a family that has wholeheartedly supported all of my creative endeavors.”

48. If you had to do something differently as a child or teenager to become a better writer as an adult, what would you do?

“Go to college immediately after highschool and study literary arts.”

49. How long on average does it take you to write a book?

“We’ll have to see, TLK took me a little over 10 years, Lies You Should Tell Yourself took me 8 hours, while Black Empress only took me about a year.”

50. Do you believe in writer’s block?

“Not anymore, I prefer to call it burnout. I just let myself reset for a day or two then jump back in.”

[merakiui]

MERAAAA I HAD A 3AM BRAINFART WHILE READING MANWHAS AND I JUST HAD TO SPILL IT OUT RN!

Ok so yk how we have the current manwha au for genshin? Yeah lets start a different version of it, maybe where the mc is a villainess but is actually smart and maybe aria like with a mix of Cayena (The villainess reverses the hourglass and The villainess is a marionette, idk if you read them but if you haven’t I definitely recommend)

So lets start this a little cliche, lets just say your the youngest daughter of a powerful Emperor and lets say your father was Zhongli (I kinda want him to be our dad in this au totally not because I want Ganyu and Xiao to be my siblings).

In the novel “Rose amongst thorns” it was described that the villainess had the knowledge rivalling the God of Wisdom, filled with questionable curiosities, an appearance fairer than the moon, a voice comparable to sirens, although stubborn as her father and a heart cold as ice. It was written she killed herself when the accusation of her poisoning Lady Lumine, a beautiful woman possessing a rare type of magic (light).

Like here is a small part of it and yet again im not a writer.

“No matter how much she pleaded everyone turned a blind eye to her pitiful pleads and tears of innocence, even her own family refused to look at her nor help her.

With that the fair maiden took off and ran through the endless halls with the guards shortly chasing after her trail. She had only then stopped by the room of the deceased empress, her mother who had sadly died a few days after her birth.

Taking the dagger that was hidden underneath her skirt, that was gifted to her by her no other than her father, she took heavy breaths as she took the dagger out of its sheaths, slowly facing the blade towards her with shaking arms and a blank face with red under eyes still slightly wet from the previous crying.

The door suddenly bust open to see her only brother and sister there with guards behind them, before her older sister Ganyu could even peep out a word, the villainess abruptly stab’s herself with tears in her eyes and a yelp of pain.

Her brother dashes through the room towards her with her sister quickly trailing being him and quickly takes out the dagger that was directed to her chest.

In her last moments she felt numb, her vision started getting blurry she could hear the silent plea of her brother and sister to hold on and not die, the sudden heavy footsteps that certainly belonged to emperor, in her final moments and breaths she whispered loud enough for the people around her to hear

‘I wish to never be born into this family again for all you done nothing but bring me to my death’

and with that she took her final breath.

It was only then a 2 days it was discovered that the youngest princess was no more then innocent the poisoning was done by a daughter of a influential Marquis household, it was said the family had begged for forgiveness but in the end they had experience the wrath of the Emperor.

The Imperial family hasn’t had her funeral not yet ready to burry her, then on the year of XXX, the year of the rabbit she had her funeral and to remain asleep in a glass coffin for everyone to admire her beauty and to finally lay rest in her eternal slumber.”

So like I said im not a writer but that’s something from the “og” novel.

Since she was the youngest she had been the last one to inherit the throne and considering her brother is the youngest Yaksha and Ganyu being an assistant to the Liyue Quixing, I don’t think she won’t be getting the throne anytime soon. Plus its not she wanted it anyways with all the responsibilities and shit.

(to the people who are to add more ideas for this au please make sure Xiao and Ganyu won’t have any romance with Darling, I would like it to be very platonic I don’t want either of them to be a Derrick)

Oldest- Ganyu

Middle- Xiao

Youngest- Darling

I hc her being reincarnated with her previous memories (both her past lifes cuz she was the og!villainess) at the age of 12.

She promised herself that she will not die in vain but live a peaceful life, and get revenge on the people who had wronged her.

For that she started distancing herself and started to eat inside her room and did most of her studies privately.

Of course that wasn’t un noticed by her family. When they started to ask her why she hadn’t been showing up to dinner, she only answered that she wasn’t really needed and its not like she was important to them anyways to why should they bother snd meddle with her private affairs?

I hc she learned how to sing and act in her past life so at night she would sneak out and preform on stage with a alias as “Siren”. (Ofc the people don’t really know how the princess look like considering she was extremely sheltered by her father)

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Anyways yeah thats it, pls add some ml recommendations I could only think of the fl’s pass and shit.

Although can Aether be one of the mls? I dont wabg him gone in this one.

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Oh, that’s so good!!! Xiao and Ganyu would be so protective of their young sibling!! :D It would be interesting if she performed with Xinyan, Yun Jin, or Barbara!

As for male leads, Aether would be a good male lead! He’s such a sweetheart! Ayato and Childe also strike me as interesting male leads. Thoma would definitely be the childhood friend! Kazuha, Kaeya, and Dainsleif could also be great male leads. Aaaa it’s difficult to choose because all of the male characters could fit as a lead!

Maybe Childe is the type who falls for her and is so set on proposing that he tries to see her in person, only to be turned down and shooed away by Xiao because he just doesn’t trust someone like Childe to marry his young sibling. Ganyu won’t say it outright like Xiao does, but she’s also a little iffy about Childe. He’s infamous for all sorts of wild reasons.

[threadofdestiny]

Magnolia (Bakugou x f!reader)

Feudal Japan AU

Shogun!Bakugou x Midoriya’s sister!reader

Summery: Her mother, lady Midoriya Inko, had once told her that the gods had predestined a path for every single person. All she had to do was follow the path and trust that it would lead her to happiness. But how could (Y/N) find happiness in a political formed marriage with her brother’s rival, a man known for being brutal and cold hearted?

Warnings: sexual content in later chapters / period-typical-sexism / strong language / violence / Drama / Angst / Fluff / Slow Burn/ political marriage / Reader is Izuku's sister / period-typical-discriptions like vague mentions of longer hair to form typical hairstyles or specific wardrobe / Bakugou is not good at feelings / Bakugou is a mean, explosive boi / third-person perspektive

Wattpad

AO3

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Chapter 2

Chapter 1

The life of a lady

No matter what culture you were born into, the structures of the society of the noble born, were always one and the same in their most fundamental form. A life as a noble was blessed with wealth and influence, but intrigues and scandals enjoyed dominance over those who had enough money and power to be part of the emperor's curt.

Only the most important people were powerful enough to receive the honor to get a tailored role in such a glorious play, while the rest served only as cheap, unappreciated extras. However, it did not matter at all whether the nobility was absorbed in their role's descriptions or if they would have preferred to step off that pretential stage. Every single one of them was obliged to play their part. If they did not, they had to expect that it would not only be their own end, but often for their entire family and subordinates as well. In that case, all that could save them was the favor of the crown itself, which usually was as fickle and impressionable as the rough sea.

In a world like this, you didn't decide for yourself who you were...

No, not really...

It was the tongues of the others that had the power to deform the image of your identity. They decided who you were and what was best for you. They defined what was right and what was wrong and were able to destroy you at the slightest misstep. So, bearing a title was a privilege and a burden all at once.

As a noble it was not only important who you were and how well you fulfilled your own part in society, no, it was important who you knew and what contacts you had cultivated. Your connections were what made you powerful. So it was common that unions were closed around various families to secure better conditions for their offspring's or to form better alliances to gain power over the emperor's curt. In a society like this, everyone looked for their own benefits. Compassion was a rare treasure, which could only be found in the fewest individuals. Sons were raised to rule, while daughters were only used as bargaining chips. They must humbly serve their families by marrying powerful men, to obtain alliances. They had to bind themselves to those who were raised to rule over them, without ever getting a chance to decide for themselves.

So... how can anyone romanticize such a morbid spectacle? Why are there such big differences between the rights of various people? Why are the deeds of the powerful always glossed over, while the weaker were oppressed?

Noble warriors, who fought for glory and honor...

Fine diplomats, whose silver tongues could melt every single heart...

Mighty kings, who hold their hand protectively over their people...

Well-guarded ladies, whose beauty and elegance could made a whole hall shine...

Weren't these colorful descriptions only empty paraphrases, in order to be able to hide the cruel faces of reality?

But...

Who told of the blood of the innocent that dripped from the warrior's blade?

Who mentioned the lies the diplomat had spun to achieve his goals?

Who wrote about the wars the king instigated to expand his empire?

Who acknowledged that a lady's supposed beauty and family status was the only means to even have the prospect of a rosy future? And even this was not an indicator that her destiny would not be her downfall, because the rules were set by those who wielded the power and if she was unlucky, they were the ones who took advantage of it without thinking of her well-being.

Yes, even the carefully planned and detailed balls and parties, looked at first glance like dreamlike picture perfect background's. They blinded onlookers to what was behind the scenes, but those who lived in this world for long enough, knew that even these were literally only bloody battlefields disguised in beautiful shining robes. It's was a spectacle full of lies.

True love?

A spark of equality?

Boundless trust?

What most rare wonders they were in her hypocritical society and yet (Y/N), young and unreserved, hoped to find them in spite of everything. What a blessed life she had led until now. She was lucky to be born into a wonderful family. Despite her status, its members were warm-hearted and free-spirited. But she knew that this was not the norm and was wise enough not to take her privileges for granted.

With a wildly beating heart, she stood next to her mother and waited for her call to finally be presented before the Emperor and his guests as a marriageable debutante. Normally, the Empress would review the new young ladies year after year, but she had passed away in her own childbed some time ago, and so the Emperor, bless his suprisingly kind soul, took over this task, with a nostalgic smile on his fragile face.

In the midst of the whole crowd of young ladies and their mothers, (Y/N) stood and called herself to patience while she tried to fade out her competition as best she could. Some of her fellow competitors she knew personally, but only a few she had a closer, more sympathetic relationship with. Somewhere at the other end of the waiting area she had spotted Miss Uraraka with her mother. But unfortunately they had only been able to give each other a fleeting smile before she was already called. Ochako was one of her few childhood friends, but she too was unfortunately on the hunt for a good match and was now in some ways as much her competitor as all the rest of the unmarried girls. So all (Y/N) could do was to hope that this season wouldn't drive a wedge between them and at least one of them would get hitched safely.

However, no matter how much she would like to think about her friendships at this moment, the young girl had to use what little time she had left to mentally prepare herself for her own appearance. Breathing deeply through her chest, the budding debutante stretched her back while pulling her shoulders taut. The stiff, floral-embroidered obi was cinched very tightly around her waist, making breathing a little more difficult, but not as impossible as it seemed with some of the other ladies. Testing, (Y/N) tried to put on a charming smile as she interlaced her fingers in front of her body in a demure pose before turning her frame with trembling lips to her mother, who was already looking at her with affection. "I hope I can bring honor to our family today!" the young girl spoke softly as she gazed hopefully into the green eyes of her counterpart. Lady Midoriya regarded her daughter with a moved expression, raising her well-groomed hands to fix the blooming magnolia blossoms she had personally placed in the elaborate hairstyle that morning for one last time. Satisfied with her work, she let her fingers glide gently down over (Y/N)'s ears, only to finally cup the young girl's cheeks in a delicate manner. "You already do, my child! And I know you will continue to do so!" the older lady replied confidently, while placing her slightly wrinkled, yet still delicate fingers under (Y/N)'s chin to lift it decisively. "You are beautiful, intelligent and kind-hearted! You have inherited your father's strong will! He would be as proud as I am to see you like this. Just like your brother, you put all your passion into your tasks and diligently learn what is expected of you. You, my child, will be able to go your way and overcome any stumbling block. I am incredibly sure of that!" Lady Midoriya added emotionaly before she cleared her throat softly, hoping to catch herself again. Tears glistened in her eyes like raindrops on an evergreen branch. The words of her mother gave (Y/N) the necessary strength to suppress the slight trembling of her lips. Slowly but surely, the nervous lump that had spread in her throat dissolved and disappeared along with her fear.

Yes, her mother was right! (Y/N) had inherited the will of her father and had prepared herself in the best possible way for exactly this moment. She would face the emperor fearlessly and make her family proud. On this day and on each still coming!

"Lady Midoriya. It is now your and your daughter's turn!" the stiff voice of the herald's assistant rang out, snapping them out of their brief emotional moment. Nodding, (Y/N)'s mother started to move and placed herself with perfectly executed etiquette in front of the closed red and golden double doors that would lead them into the throne room. The remaining debutantes and their mothers, who were waiting for their momentto come, gave them appraising looks, but (Y/N) tried to ignore them as much as possible. Each of them knew how privileged the youngest Midoriya was, her own brother being one of the three former students of the current emperor. But she would shine today because of her own abilities. Today she would not stand in the shadow of her talented, kind-hearted brother. Taking a deep breath, the young girl followed her mother and positioned herself half a step in front of her while she waited with galloping heartbeat for the herald's introduction.

This was it...

This was the moment on which everything depended. All eyes would be on her to determine her own worth. As soon as those doors opened, she would take the first step to be able to grab a good match for herself. It would be one of the most important steps that would determine the rest of her life and she could not help but dare once again to let hope for a good future arise in her. Conscious of her duty, (Y/N) lowered herself onto the pillow and took in a bowing posture. With her head bowed and fingertips touching, which hovered in a rehearsed posture stretched out in front of her just a few millimeters above the ground, she took one last look at her beloved mother. Making the final decision to take Lady Midoriya as her role model, (Y/N) set herself for the very last time the goal not only to achieve an excellent match and honor for her family, but also to fight for the oh-so-rare love that only a few were truly allowed to experience. Even if her future could not be determined by herself, she did not want to leave her entire destiny solely in the hands of the gods, for only those who proved virtuous and courageous would be truly heard by those same deity's. She had prayed and pleaded that she would be able to feel for her future groom as her mother once did for her beloved husband, but to achieve this she would have to fight in her own way.

"Your Majesty, honored guests, we now present Miss Midoriya (Y/N), younger sister of the head of the family and distinguished samurai of Shizuoka Province, Lord Midoriya Izuku, one of the three former disciples of the Symbol of Peace. His Imperial Highness, Toshinori-sama. The young lady is accompanied by her mother, Lady Midoriya Inko," the clear voice of the herald echoed through the hall, while the richly decorated double doors were pushed open as if in slow motion. As she had been taught, the introduced debutante slowly counted to three before elegantly rising from her bowing position, only to just as slowly lift her eyelids to cast an innocent glance around the hall. In a culture like hers, aesthetics and elegance were invaluable. They were taught to one from childhood. Like a graceful mask, she wore the delicate, demure garb of etiquette expected of a young girl of her station.

'Do not speak unless you are addressed personally.'

'It is better to be seen than heard.'

'A young girl's weapon is not her voice, but her manners and countenance.'

'Be a work of art that all the world wants to admire.'

Even though (Y/N) wanted to be independent in her deepest heart. Even if she would have loved to use her own voice not only to be seen but also to be heard, she knew that for that she needed a man who was kind enough to give her that very chance. Her gently, encouraging brother would not always be her guardian. In a society like hers, a woman alone was worth nothing. Her status was measured by that of her husband and only that man would be able to shape her further life. He alone would have the right to decide whether to lock her in a golden cage and let her wither away or to give her the wings she would need to continue to develop freely. So she had no choice but to be exactly what was expected of her if she wanted to attract as much attention as possible. The family name she carried could not be her only trump card. She had to portray the perfect, well-mannered bride. A girl that was worth fighting over. Beautiful and quiet. Attentive and discreet. Talented and elegant. For this reason, she had poured her heart and soul and perfectionism into this very charlatanry. She wanted freedom! She wanted to be able to hope! Hope that the seed her family had planted in her would be able to blossom! Hope to be able to attract the attention of a man who would be her blessing and not her downfall.

Without losing her balance, the young girl stood up, while with purposeful flowing gestures, she placed her hands hovering over each other under her chest. When at last the seat cushion was discreetly moved aside, the debutante stepped into the packed hall with shining, soft eyes, closely followed by her venerable mother. A slight implied smile, meant to exude modesty and delicacy, played around her lips as she resisted the need to look around the room.

Look at me. I am everything you have ever dreamed of.

Her gaze rested on the hem of the emperor's multi-layered robe without once losing her focus as she strode past his wealthy guests, who were spread out on either side of the hall and focused their full attention on (Y/N). The young girl knew that somewhere in that crowd was her big brother, Midoriya Izuku, watching her intently just like all the others. By the gods, she hoped that he felt pure pride for his sister, just like their mother. He was probably even more nervous than she was at that moment. Perhaps he was even quietly whispering push prayers into his non-existent beard to give his sister all the blessings in the world. No matter. This thought alone warmed the debutante's heart as she took one step after another toward the emperor until she finally came to a stop in front of him. Without lifting her eyes, (Y/N) curtsied as deeply as her legs would allow and then waited with bated breath for the crown's reaction.

Silence reigned in the hall, so pervasive that one could have heard a pin drop on the floor. Like a mantra, the words, Look at me, I bring honor to my family, echoed in the mind of the youngest Midoriya. The sudden clap of the emperor, which echoed through the room like lashes of a whip, almost made (Y/N) wince, but she had managed to pull herself together. Calmly, the young girl waited while she made sure to take deep breaths through her chest so as not to fall prey to dizziness. Out of the corner of her eye, she could observe the emperor nodding warmly in the direction of his guests. "As one would expect, my student's little sister is shining brightly!", Toshinori's voice loudly and warmly pierced the silence of the room.

"This my honored guests, I call a truly sparkling diamond."

[ladyartemesia]

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The Mark of Yun-Ki

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Hybrid AU  • Royalty AU • Fantasy AU • Daechwita AU

Summary: For a thousand years the tiger god Yun-Ki has marked the heirs of the Min Empire and thus only a marked heir can inherit the throne. When the beautiful daughter of the Min Emperor’s loyal warlord rescues a mysterious tiger hybrid from the imperial prison, she unleashes a secret that the throne would kill to protect. The young emperor claims to be the chosen heir... but who really bears the Mark of Yun-Ki?

Word Count: (preview) 2280 (final word count approx. 7K)

Rating and Warnings: Preview is rated M(ature) but final fic will be E(xplicit) for heat sex among other thing. Warnings for the preview include sexual innuendo and mature themes.

Author’s Note: One of the reasons I wrote this was in response to a prompt given to me by @mindays​ like MONTHS ago (I have included the original prompt at the bottom of the preview) • I really hope you like it! Sorry I took so long.

“Why is he blindfolded?”

The guard beside you shifted uncomfortably. 

“The Emperor ordered that his eyes be covered at all times.”

Your gaze traveled covertly over your surroundings, assessing the dimly lit chamber with practiced disdain. 

“Leave us.” 

“My lady, I cannot-”

“Do you know who I am, soldier?”

Your voice slashed through the air like an icy whip. 

“Y-yes, my la-”

“Then you know it is unwise to displease my family.” One jeweled hand came to rest dramatically on your chest. “Your daughter is not yet 15...such a pity to orphan one so young.”

The soldier bowed almost too quickly. 

“I will be outside, my lady-” he bowed again and again as he backed toward the door, “I meant no disrespect-”

Then you were alone… save for the notorious prisoner bound and blindfolded in the cell before you. 

He was clearly aware of your presence, but made no move or sound of acknowledgement, not even when your footsteps brought you to the very edge of his enclosure. 

“Prisoner AG-D2... name unknown... crime unknown...” your hand travelled up to your hair to withdraw a long silver pin, “no date of birth, no date of arrest...”

The prisoner jerked suddenly when the sound of your pin tripping the cell’s iron lock reached his unnaturally sensitive ears. 

His nostrils flared as an almost familiar scent - buried beneath a decade of fury and fear - curled through him. 

“Who are you?” 

The words were more of a growl than a question, but the only answer he received was the sound of his cell door creaking open. 

“Why are you here?” he tried again. 

“I am here to tell you a story...”

The prisoner barked out an empty laugh at your strange reply.

“I love a good story,” he whispered bitterly. The corner of your mouth twitched a bit at his spirit. 

Wrists bound together, eyes covered… but still every inch the proud warrior. His clothes were worn, but well cared for and the body beneath them was sleek and strong. This was not a man accustomed to being bound. 

“You were not raised like the rest of our people... the tales of our customs and our gods were - deliberately - never taught to you...but it is past time that you knew of them.”

He grinned, granting you a wicked flash of razor sharp fangs.

“Are all of the Emperor’s captives tortured with fairytales?”

“Charming,” you snorted, dragging a small stool from the corner of his cell. The prisoner’s ears flicked curiously at the sound.

“Aren’t you afraid of me, storyteller? What if I’ve been imprisoned for devouring beautiful women like yourself?”

You shook your head in amusement as you settled onto the stool.

“Have you devoured many beautiful women then?”

“Oh absolutely-” his grin took on a decidedly sinful slant, “but I doubt that’s why I’m here.”

A strange fluttering stirred in your chest at his words, though you did not fully understand the cause. You could not afford to waste time dwelling on such things, however.

“So... why are you here?” 

The prisoner was silent for several moments as he weighed the risk of being honest with you. 

“I don’t know,” he whispered finally, “I was told the Emperor himself ordered my arrest… but I was never told why.”

Your fingernails dug painfully into the palm of your hand, but you offered no other outward reaction to his words.

“What do you know of the current Min Emperor?”

“Not much. I’ve heard he is young... Stories say he has the temper of a demon, but his people endure it because he is the favorite of an ancient god.”

Your jaw clenched.

“That is correct. Our citizens are privileged to serve and obey the Emperor because the great tiger god, Yun-Ki has chosen the House of Min as his sacred bloodline. It is believed that the Mins are descended from Yun-Ki himself...”

“How ironic,” the prisoner scoffed, “considering that the Mins despise hybrids. They claim we are the unnatural children of the spirit realm and the earth. Surely they would be ashamed to be the product of such… blasphemy.”

Feminine laughter filled the air. It had been so long since the bound man had heard anything so beautiful. The ache it stirred in him was nearly as foreign as the sound itself. 

“Yes it does seem rather hypocritical... especially in light of the events which bring me here.”

Your scent was stronger now. It tugged at the edges of his mind in broken pictures and flashes of sunshine. He knew it...

But he could not recognize it. 

Nor could he explain the heat it began to stir in him. 

“Yun-Ki’s chosen heir bears his sacred mark .... Every child of the emperor’s seed is checked for it the moment they are born. And no concubine or wife of the emperor is ever so exalted as the one who produces a marked heir... except of course, the mother of our current emperor.”

The prisoner leaned forward, fascinated in spite of the strange circumstances.

“The dowager empress is widely revered. I may not know your fairytales, but a hybrid’s ears are better than most. My guards speak of her often.”.

You nodded

“The dowager is indeed very highly regarded… but she is not the emperor’s true mother.”

“Lady…” the prisoner shook his head irritably. “What nonsense is this? And how could it possibly affect me?”

You chuckled softly and the small hairs on the back of his arms rose up in response. 

“Patience, prisoner, the truth I offer you is worth more than both our lives.”

“The fine jewelry I hear clinking around your neck is worth more than my life, lady,” he hissed. “Speak your peace and spare me these cryptic declarations.”

It took every ounce of self-control you possess not to flick him right in his arrogant nose. 

“As you wish,” you replied with heavily affected sweetness. “The story begins with our current emperor’s father. The old emperor was a man of warfare and his spies discovered that the Prince of neighboring PyonKang planned invade our territory, he marched his armies in and occupied the small kingdom without mercy…” (you paused here significantly) “He even took the Prince’s sister as his war prize...”

The prisoner snorted. 

“Did he know what she was?” He smiled coldly. “The royals of PyongKang do not share your nation’s distaste for hybrids or the pleasures of mating with one-”

There was a sharp spike in your scent when he spoke the words; a darker - richer essence than the one he detected earlier, but this time he had no trouble identifying it. 

Arousal. 

Blood churned chaotically beneath his skin, rushing to answer your body’s unspoken request. His mind clouded suddenly and for a moment...he could almost taste you. 

This is dangerous. 

The fabric of your gown rustled as you shifted uncomfortably in your seat - driven to relieve some of the unexpected pressure in your core. 

“He did not know. The lady bore no hybrid indicators. So the emperor assumed - quite incorrectly - that she was not a hybrid.” 

“I’ve heard of such things…” he sighed, sifting through his memory till he found what he was looking for. “A physician I met in Eastern Wei discovered that some hybrids manifest internally. They retain the outer shell of a human, but their inner parts reveal the truth.” His head tilted as he recalled the old doctor’s exact words. “The face of man could hide the heart of a snake.”

You drew your lip between your teeth and nibbled it nervously. 

“You are correct. Except, in the case of the emperor’s war prize concubine, the face of a beautiful woman hid the heart of a tiger.”

The man before you scrambled to his feet in a move so sudden and unexpected, you nearly cried out. 

“You mean to tell me that the current Min Emperor is a tiger hybrid? Surely I would have heard of it. The world would have heard of it.”

You drew a deep breath - almost as if to brace yourself for the words you planned to speak.

The prisoner’s eyes were covered, but he could still make out shapes and shadows through the rough cloth. Your shadow seemed unnaturally still. When you spoke again, your tone was softer and the sound of it resonated deep within him like the bells of the old temple near his childhood home. 

“The princess of PyongKang became pregnant, and gave birth to twin boys. The younger was strong and pale, gifted with the strange golden hair so many of the Min bloodline seem to possess. But his elder brother...”

Your hands opened and closed reflexively in your lap as you worked to calm your pounding pulse. 

“... The elder brother’s hybrid heritage was quite evident.”

You moved then, stepping slowly and carefully until you stood before the prisoner face to face. Your scent swelled erotically with every step until it wrapped around him like a velvet vice. The urge to lean into it - into you - was nearly unbearable. 

“One of the twins bore the tiger god’s mark... but not the one who sits on the throne now.”

Your hand stretched slowly toward the edge of the prisoner’s blindfold. 

“The emperor executed his hybrid concubine immediately, yet even he was not bold enough to kill Yun-Ki’s chosen heir...”

Your fingers hovered a hairsbreadth from his skin. Once you touched him, everything would change. The truth you chased for eleven years would be within your grasp. 

“He sent the child to a poor family of fox hybrids who worked and lived on the estate of his most loyal warlord. The boy was never to know what he was… who he was...”

You could almost feel the moment he grasped the implication of your words. The subtle bond that always hummed strangely between you remained strong despite the years of separation. 

“The warlord had a daughter who loved to ride her horse near the lake.” Your voice trembled ever so slightly as you continued. “One day the horse was startled by a snake and it threw her into the water...”

A single tear wet his blindfold as the alluring tendrils of your scent merged chaotically with the treasured echoes in his mind. 

“Tiger hybrids hate the water,” you whispered, gently drawing the cloth up over his head, “but you dove in to save me anyways.”

Your lungs and throat burned from coughing out the water you swallowed, yet the pain was far preferable to the finality of drowning. The heavy fabric of your gown weighed you down as soon as your body crashed into the lake. 

Death reached for you, but the strange boy cradling you tightly to his chest had pulled you back before you were lost to its embrace.

“Little one, can you hear me?”

His eyes scanned frantically over your small drenched form for signs of serious injury, but you were completely distracted from your almost untimely end by the two feline ears twitching conspicuously amid the boy’s sodden curls. 

“You’re… You’re a cat!”

The boy’s jaw dropped open indignantly. 

“I’m tiger hybrid! Not a cat.” He shook his head irritably. “Have you never seen a hybrid before?”

“I’ve only heard of hybrids. I’ve never really seen one-”

Your fingers itched to touch the soft fur of his ears and you stretched forward almost absently to do so till he lashed out and snatched your wandering hand. 

“What are you doing?!” 

“Oh… I was going to...pet you?” you murmured sheepishly, prompting an irritable growl from the boy. 

“Little One, you do not pet tigers.”

He stood to his feet abruptly, dumping you into a soggy heap in the process. It took considerable effort for you to pull yourself upright while wearing 4 layers of thoroughly soaked cloth, but you eventually managed to regain your bearings and scramble after him. 

“Wait! Come back please I EEP-” 

The water dripping off your dress made the grass rather slippery… Both legs flew out from under you and, for the second time in less than a minute, you found yourself flat on your back. 

After a few moments of gazing miserably into the sky, a familiar face hovered over yours. 

“What a strange girl you are, Little One.”

You grinned.

“What is your name, tiger?”

He sighed deeply and held his hand out to pull you up. 

“I’m Yoongi.”

“Hello, Yoongi.” You tried to manage a proper bow, but only ended up losing your balance again. Yoongi grabbed your sleeve just in time to prevent you from crashing face first at his feet. 

“You’re completely hopeless,” he chuckled, endeared in spite of himself. 

Then you smiled. 

It was a fierce, blinding thing and Yoongi became aware of a subtle yet profound shift deep within the recess of his soul; something his primal half recognized immediately, but his human mind could not begin to comprehend. 

“No one’s ever said that to me before, even though I know they all think it.”

“And why is that?”

You shrugged. 

“They are probably afraid of my father.”

Yoongi’s eyebrows raised in alarm. 

“You’re the warlord’s daughter?!”

“Yes,” you replied with all the haughtiness a ten-year old could muster, “and I’m quite used to getting what I want.”

Yoongi felt a grin tug at the corner of his mouth. You were such an adorable little brat. 

“And what is it you’re wanting now, Little One?”

You nibbled your lip for a moment, suddenly shy before the handsome hybrid boy whose beautiful feline eyes danced with unconcealed mirth. 

“I want you to be my friend.”

Thirteen years later, those same golden eyes locked with yours as a strangled sob bubbled up from the back of his throat. 

“Little One?” his face lit suddenly with pure joy “...is it you?”

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[inky-duchess]

21 History Ancedotes for my 21st Birthday

So today I celebrate my 21st birthday and I have decided to gift you all with 21 of my favourite historical Ancedotes. Some are funny, some are sad and some are plain bizarre but I hope the make your day 💜

Mary Maloney, an Irish-born suffragette in England followed Winston Churchill around while he was campaigning for a seat in Parliament, drowning out everything he said with a very large bell and calls for him to apologise for his comments on women's rights and suffrage movements.

Clodius Pulcher was a well born Roman noble during the last day's of the Republic. He gave up his Patrician status to become Tribune of the Plebs (an office in which one had to be a Pleb) by being adopted by a much younger Plebian man who became his "father". Clodius was a bit of a riot, sneaking into religious festivals dressed like a woman to sleep with Caesar's wife, building a shrine to Liberty in the ruins of the Conservative Cicero, vetoed the last speech of one of the Consuls (who basically did nothing all year and was apparently going to roast Caesar) and burned down the Senate House with his funeral pyre (the Plebs who loved him literally tearing up the furniture to build his pyre). He was honestly the best fun.

When laying on her deathbed, Queen Caroline of Ansbach turned to her husband George II of England and told him he should marry again. George refused to ever wed again... But added he would have mistresses. Caroline said , likely with a roll of her eyes, "oh my god that doesn't matter."

Florence was a pretty cool city in the Renaissance until Savanorola came to town. He disliked the loose living artists that crowded the city, with their naked pagan gods and rampant homosexuality. He expelled them all with help of the French hoping to make Florence Holy Again. When the Borgia Pope excommunicated him and sentenced him to death, one man in the crowd was reported to have said. "thank God, niw we can return to sodomy." One Floretine man in the 1490s said Gay Rights.

So this list couldn't be complete without an entry of the only American politician I love, Alexander Hamilton who was just a walking entity of sass. I could go on about his sharp sarcasm or his disaster bi vibes with John Lauren's but my all time favourite Alexander Hamilton ancedote has to be this exchange with Thomas Jefferson "There are approximately 1010300 words in the English language, but I could never string enough words together to properly explain how much I want to hit you with a chair."

Caterina Sforza was an Italian noble woman during the Renaissance. She was apart of the powerful Sforza family, which drew many enemies to her. One fateful day at Forli, Caterina's children were snatched as hostages. The besiegers threatened to kill her children if she did not cede the castle. Caterina refused, lifting her skirts and shouted to the besiegers that she had the means to make more children.

Hannibal Lecter's creator Thomas Harris was happy to end his great character's story with the original trilogy. However his publishers forced him to write an unneeded prequel explaining why Hannibal became Hannibal. Thomas Harris agreed lest he lose the rights to his character so he wrote Hannibal Rising, where Hannibal as a young man hunts down the Nazis who ate his sister with a katana.

Nell Gwyn is my favourite mistress of Charles II, mainly because of her sass. Once while trapped in the middle of a riot where Londoners swamped her carriage thinking she was Charles's Catholic mistress. She popped her head out the carriage and told the people "Pray good people be civil. I am the Protestant whore." She also dosed her rival Moll Davis with laxatives in order to free up some of Charles's time and she once flashed her underwear at the French ambassador after asking him why the Franch King did not pay her to spy on Charles because she was with him every night. A true Queen.

Emperor Ai of the Han Dynasty of China once rose from his bed to go do some ruling when he realised his lover, Dong Xian was sleeping on his sleeve. Rather than disturb his lover, the Emperor cut his sleeve off at the wrist to leave Dong Xian nap. Nothing has ever been more romantic than that. Y'all could never.

Princess Margaret the sister of current Queen Elizabeth II was a socialable Princess and often tasked to visit the up and coming music stars of the day on behalf of the Crown. When meeting the Beatles one evening, she noticed George Harrison was acting a little odd. When she asked what was the matter, he replied "We arent allowed eat until you go." Princess Margaret laughed and promptly left so the Beatles could get some dinner.

During the Siege of Jadotsville, Irish soldiers under the flag of the UN were attacked and besieged by local insurgents allied with the Katanga Regime. The insurgents numbered thousands while the Irish only had 158 soldiers, all who were lightly armed. They radioed to their allies assuring them that "we will hold out until our last bullet is spent. Could use some whiskey though".

Napoleon was famous for writing raunchy letters to his wife, the Empress Josephine while he was away. She used to reply with really mundane letters or not at all. She really just could not be bothered with him.

Josip Broz Tito was so fed up with Joseph Stalin sending assassins to kill him, he wrote to Stalin personally to say "If you don't stop sending assassins to kill me. I will send one to Moscow and I won't have to send another." It didn't work but Big Dick Energy.

Successful Roman soldiers returning from war often got to march along in parades known as Triumphs. During this, it was customary for them to sing bawdy songs about their commander. One surviving one about Caesar goes like this "Romans, lock up your wives. Here comes the bald adulterous whore. We pissed away your gold in Gaul and come to borrow more."

Matilda, Lady of the English was a woman so badass that history cannot handle her. She was the daughter of Henry I who left his throne to her after the death of her brother. She was away in France when her father died and her throne was snatched by her cousin Stephen. They battled back and forth for years with neither side ceding any ground. Matilda was once besieged in a castle during a snow storm, with Stephen's men all around her. Instead of fighting her way out. She simply donned a white cloak and walked out of the castle. Just walked out without any of Stephen's men seeing her.

Pedro of Portugal once fell in love with a beautiful lady in waiting called Inez de Castro. For years, they lived as man and mistress, popping out a few kinds. Pedro's dad really did not like Inez and wanted Pedro to find a legitimate wife so he had her killed. Pedro returned home to find the mother of his children dead. Pedro went a little crazy. He had all his father's assassins killed, ripping out their hearts as they had done to him. When Pedro ascended the throne, he demanded the Pope legitimize his children by Inez. The Pope not wanting to upset the King, said he couldn't because Inez was never crowned Queen. Pedro dug Inez up and crowned her as Queen, having all the nobility swear loyalty to her corpse. The Pope had no choice but to agree to his request.

A famously clever general once saved an entire city with an ingenious stragety to sit outside the city waiting for the attacking army to come. The attack had come to fast for the city to ready themselves for a Siege so, the general had to move quickly. He evacuated the city and took his place waiting for the army to come. The enemy forces stopped and took one look at him and bolted, thinking he meant to lure them in one of his famous traps.

Michaelangelo was really badly treated by the Vatican when he was painting the Sistine Chapel. He constantly fought with the Popes over the design and his work, which he was paid peanuts for. Michaelangelo got his revenge in his work, painting the gates of Hell behind the Papal Throne and an angel flipping the ol' fig (the Renaissance version of the bird) toward the Pope's chair.

Peter the Great was not a perfect guy. He kept serfdom as a practise in his kingdom, he had his son tortured to death and he could be an unpleasant guy. But Peter was a dreamer. He wanted nothing more to build a fleet for Russia and bring Russia beyond its borders. Peter took a gap year from ruling Russia to wander around Europe. When he stopped in England, he was granted Leicester House to chill in while he did his shipwright studies. It was here that Peter found a new passion. The wheelbarrow. Cue Peter and his new found English buddies drinking in Leicester House, punching the artwork and rolling each other around in barrels across the house's Great gardens.

Diogenes is hands down a walking shit post. He was a great thinker in Greece during the reign of Alexander but a rather dry, sarcastic wit. He lived in a pithos/a jar because he shunned all vanities and values of society. He trolled other philosophers, attending their debates to heckle them and eat loud foods through them. When Alexander the Great came to fan boy over him, saying that if he were not Alexander he would like to be Diogenes to which Diogenes just said "yeah me too, now get out of my sunlight."

Cosimo de Medici was the son of a Floretine banker with a great knowledge and love of art. Cosimo wished for Florence to release its potentially and join the Renaissance. He hired Filippo Brunelleschi to finsh the Great Dome of Santa Maria del Fiore which had láin unfinished for over a century, a symbol of a failure of ambition. The builders had lost the knowledge of creating a dome so large so it remained unfinished. Despite much opposition from the other nobility and denouncers of the Renaissance, Cosimo's dream of the completion of the dome was completed, making it the largest brick dome in creation at that time. There is nothing like achieving your dreams and certainly nothing like leaving a lasting reminder that screams 'I was right and you were wrong' to stand for centuries.

[daydreaming-optimist]

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Tagged by @gallagherfionas​ :) 

MUSIC

Fave genre? uhhhh does Broadway count?

Fave artist? probably Taylor Swift

Fave song? ahhhhh you expect me to choose??? 

Most listened song recently? If I Can’t Love Her cover by Ramin Karimloo

Song currently stuck in your head? Cruel Summer by Taylor Swift

5 fave lyrics?

“she could walk in the sun / and the sun in turn burned twice as bright” from Epic I (Hadestown)

“I can’t tell you I know what the answer will be / it’s impossible / but this thing, this is bigger than what we can see / please just look at me / we are tied, we are locked, we are bound / this will not be reversed or unwound / whatever fate the stars are weaving / we’re not breaking, I’m not leaving” from One Second and a Million Miles (Bridges of Madison County) yes I put the entire verse because it’s beautiful 

“your braids like a pattern / love you to the moon and to Saturn / passed down like folk songs / the love lasts so long” from seven (Taylor Swift)

“take my hand / I’ll lead you to salvation / take my love / for love is everlasting / and remember this truth that once was spoken / to love another person is to see the face of God” from the Epilogue/Finale (Les Misérables)

“let me in, hold me close / fill my heart with simple notes / so when it’s hard to see / they are there reminding me / take my breath and hold me high / so I can feel the city lights / glowing under me / it’s in our reach / we’re breaking out” from We’ll Be The Stars (Sabrina Carpenter)

radio or your own playlist | solo artists or bands | pop or indie | loud or silent volume I slow or fast songs | music video or lyrics video | speakers or headset | riding a bus in silence or while listening to music | driving in silence or with radio on

BOOKS

Fav book genre? romance or fantasy

Fav writer? Leigh Bardugo or Madeline Miller 

Fav book? uhhhhh probably The Song of Achilles or Six of Crows

Fav book series? probably Six of Crows, The Lunar Chronicles, or The Song of the Lioness

Comfort book? all the American Girl and Dear America books, as well as every book that I’ve read by Jessica Day George

Perfect book to read on a rainy day? hmmm maybe Little Women by Louisa May Alcott or Sun and Moon, Ice and Snow by Jessica Day George

Fave characters? oh this could go on for a long time -- Cress Darnel, Galen Werner, Inej Ghafa, David Kostyk, Asterin Blackbeak, Patroclus 

5 quotes from your fave book that you know by heart? 

“He smiled, and his face was like the sun” from The Song of Achilles (Madeline Miller)

“We learn to hold our heads as if we wear crowns. We learn to wring magic from the ordinary” from Crooked Kingdom (Leigh Bardugo)

“I … I don’t understand half of what goes on around me. I don’t get jokes or sunsets or poetry, but I know metal. [...] Beauty was your armor. Fragile stuff, all show. But what’s inside you? That’s steel. It’s brave and unbreakable. And it doesn’t need fixing.” from Ruin and Rising (Leigh Bardugo)

“Come with me and you shall be an empress with the moon for your throne and constellations to wear in your hair” from The Star-Touched Queen (Roshani Chokshi)

“It will be remembered that she was more of a lark than a dove. There was a foundation of wildness and bravery in her” from Les Misérables (Victor Hugo)

hardcover or paperback | buy or rent | standalone novels or book series | ebook or physical copy | reading at night or during the day | reading at home or in nature | listening to music while reading or reading in silence | reading in order or reading the ending first | reliable or unreliable narrator | realism or fantasy | one or multiple POVS | judging by the covers or by the summary | rereading or reading just once

TV AND MOVIES

Fave tv/movie genre? fantasy, romcom/romance, “chick flick”

Fave movie? you mean I have to choose?? at moment I’m going to say Princess Bride I think

Comfort movie? Princess Bride, Incredibles, Tangled, The Aristocats, Sky High, Legally Blonde

Movie you watch every year? Hocus Pocus every Halloween, and I just watch any of my comfort movies all the time

Fave tv show? Firefly and Avatar: the Last Airbender

Comfort tv show? Phineas and Ferb or A:TLA probably

Most rewatched tv show? uhhh probably Firefly

5 fave characters? Inara Serra (Firefly), Sokka (A:TLA), Marie (The Aristocats), Elle Woods (Legally Blonde), Neil Perry (Dead Poets Society)

tv shows or movie | short seasons (8-13 episodes) or full seasons (22 episodes or more) | one episode a week or binging | one season or multiple seasons | one part or saga | half hour or one hour long episodes | subtitles on or off | rewatching or watching just once | downloads or watches online

tagging (no pressure): @just-a-cup-of-anxietea @amortensie @courageisneverforgotten @katherinerose64 @scatterbrained-daydreamer @floofylion @onceupon-a-decembr @its-me-satine @meiitanoia

[jiejie-eonni-onee-sama]

Speaking her language

For the charming @empress-writes​ 💙💛🧡💖

Hope you’ll like the story!

The South of France is a safer place for the Basterds, as they took a break after their last mission.

They were currently hidden in a remote cottage near the small village of Gassin. Its inhabitants were kind and helpful, which was a blessing for Aldo Raine and his men.

"No news from the superiors, Lieutenant?"

"Na yet, Donny. But ya can be sure that we're gonna heard about them, one way or another!"

"So, let's enjoy our free time!" happily exclaimed Hirschberg as he ate a piece of cake.

"Can you sometimes stop eating, you glutton?" admonished Andy.

"But Mrs. Dupin's pies are so delicious!"

As the others were gently chatting, Wicki was gazing at (Y/N) (L/N), the only woman in the group. He could not help but smile while looking at her as she read a book. 

If you ask him, he would probably answer that everything she did was perfection. To sum up, he fell heels over head in love with the woman.

Of course, the other Basterds were aware of it and never missed an opportunity to tease him about his crush. Even Hugo loved taunting him!

Wilhelm's daydreaming was interrupted by Utivitch, who shyly asked:

"Hey, (Y/N)?"

"Yes, Smithson?" answered the woman with a gentle smile.

"What are you reading?"

"Oh, I was reading Les lettres de mon moulin by Alphonse Daudet. It is a French collection of short stories about Provence!"

"Okay... Wait, you understand French?"

She laughed.

"Uti, can you remind us what is my job here?"

"She is the translator, you dummy!" growled Hugo.

"Don't be so harsh, Stiglitz!" scolded Hicox.

"Indeed, I am the translator of the group."

"Of course!"

"By the way, how many languages do you speak?" inquired Omar.

A sly grin appeared on her face.

"What if we played a little game?"

"YES! A GAME!" happily screamed Andy, Michael, and Simon.

"Ouch! My ears!" grumbled Wicki.

"Okay, let's play! What are the rules, doll?" asked Donny.

"It's simple: I'll talk in a language to each of you in turn, and you have to guess how many languages I can speak!"

"Sounds good to me! Start whenever ya want, pretty!"

Suddenly, all the Basterds were quiet and waited for (Y/N).

While she was mentally choosing the first player, the other Basterds noticed the enamored gaze of Wicki towards the blonde woman. Time to play some trick on the suitor...

"I'm going to start with... Mr. Hicox!"

"I'm always ready, my dear!"

"Eres muy guapo. ¡Un verdadero caballero!" (You're very handsome. A real gentleman!)"

"Mmmmh... I would say that you speak Spanish!"

"Exactly!"

"And what did you say?"

"I told you that you were handsome, and you look like a real gentleman!"

The Basterds laughed and whistled.

"Well, milady, you're absolutely astonishing! Hearing you speaking Spanish is like listening to a nightingale!" answered the British spy with a seductive wink.

The young woman chuckled before asking:

"You sweet-talker! Alright! Who's next?"

"Why won't you ask Omar?" snickered Michael.

"Go to hell!" grunted the latter.

"Don't worry, Omar: it's only for fun. Are you ready?"

A charming smile came across Omar's face:

"Please, go ahead!"

"Okay... Nǐ hěn yǒnggǎn, wǒ hěn gāoxìng chéngwéi nǐ de péngyǒu!" (You're brave, and I'm happy to be your friend!)

Omar was puzzled.

"It does not sound like a European language..."

"You're right, it's not from Europe..."

"Mh, that's tricky... I don't know!"

"Give it a try!" she gently encouraged him.

The soldier scratched the back of his head:

"Er... Is it Japanese?"

"Sorry, but no. It was Chinese!"

"CHINESE? REALLY?" yelled Omar under the laughs of his comrades.

"Yes, indeed. I learned it when I was younger, thanks to my nanny who came from Shangai! And if you want a translation, it means that you're brave and I am happy to be your friend!"

"Alright... Well, thank you! It was beautiful! Especially when it comes from you!"

"You charmer!"

Wicki raised an eyebrow: he started to guess what his friends were doing, and he was not pleased...

"Fine, let's go back to the game, would you? The next one will be... Donny!"

"At your orders, baby doll!" 

"Then, I start... Sei forte e affascinante! E amo il tuo sorriso!" (You're strong and charming! And I love your smile!)

"Ah, so easy! Italian!"

"Bravo! You're right!"

"And what did you mean?"

"I said Donny is strong and charming... and I love his smile!"

Donny put his large hands on his chest, faking to be enthralled.

"And she speaks Italian! Gosh, this woman is perfect!"

He blew her a kiss.

"Please, receive this proof of love from a Bostonian guy!"

Laughing at his antics, (Y/N) mimicked catching the kiss and holding it against her heart.

"Thank you, Donny!"

As for Wilhelm, he gets annoyed. He did not know if they were trying to woo her for real or if they were just pissing him off. In both cases, he hated them at the moment.

"Okay. For the next turn, I'll ask for... Lieutenant Raine!"

"Here I am, pretty woman!"

"Fine, let's go... 'ant qayid rayie qawiun washajae wajadhab jadana!" (You are an astounding leader. Sturdy, brave, and so attractive!)

"Uh, that's a tricky one! Sounds like the Cree language..."

"Unfortunately, Lieutenant, I don't speak Native American languages."

"Okay... So, is it Danish?"

"No."

"Hm... Perhaps Portuguese?"

"Wrong answer. It was Arabic!"

"WOAH!" exclaimed all the Basterds, impressed.

"God, you awe me! And what did you mean?"

"I was saying that you are an astounding leader and that you are sturdy, brave, and attractive!"

Aldo smirked and gave her his best seductive face.

"Girl, give me back my heart, would ya? You stole it since the first day!"

(Y/N) heartily laughed.

"Please, Lieutenant: you're a charmer!"

"Only for you, sweetheart!"

"Verräter!" (Betrayer!) gritted Wicki.

"Fine, let's go! I choose... Andy!"

"At your service, milady!"

"Okay, I start... Du är söt när du ler." (You're cute when you smile)

"Uh... Does this language exist?"

"Of course!"

"Okay, Kagan: use your brains... Ah, I know: Danish!"

"Almost..."

"Swedish?"

"Good answer!"

"Well done, Kagan!" laughed Archie.

"Thanks, sir... But I'm sure that if (Y/N) goes to Sweden, they would hate her!"

"Why?"

"Look at her smile: it's like the sun, the snow would melt in a blink!"

"Oh My God, Kagan! That was the corniest thing I've ever heard!" roared Michael as he clutched his sides.

"Well, I find it cute. Thank you, Andy!"

"You're welcome... By the way, what did you mean?"

"Oh, I said that you're cute when you smile!"

Kagan fiercely blushed.

"Thank you, Miss..."

"Pleasure is mine... Hey, Michael, do you want to try?"

"I never say no to a challenge, especially from a beautiful lady!"

"Let's see... Vy geniy i prekrasnyy chelovek." (You are a genius and a lovely man). 

"Woah, Woah, Woah! What the hell is that language?"

"I assure you, this is a real language!"

"Uh... German?"

"NO!" answered Wicki and Stiglitz, offended.

"Calm down, guys! Okay, so if it's not German... It's Russian!"

"Bravo!" (Y/N) clapped happily.

"Wait a minute... If I did not miss the track, we know that you speak 6 languages! And I don't know why, but I think you know more!" said Utivitch.

"That's right! Okay, now, who wants to try?"

"I volunteer!" exclaimed Smithson.

"With pleasure! Let's see which language I use with you..." she wondered.

She got an idea and started to speak in a foreign language:

"Anata wa watashi ga imamade deatta naka de mottomo omoshirokute shinsetsuna hitodesu!" (You're the funniest and kindest man I ever met!)

"Ah, I got it! If it's not Chinese... It's Japanese!"

"Splendid!"

"Well done, chap!" laughed Simon as he applauded.

"Thanks, pal. And may I know the meaning of your sentence?"

"Of course! I said that you are the funniest and kindest man I ever met!"

"And they dare to say perfection does not exist! Obviously, they did not meet our lovely (Y/N)!" shouted Utivitch.

"Please, don't exaggerate!" blushed the young woman.

Wicki clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles went white. He swore to God that they would pay for their antics.

"Okay, the next player would be... Simon!"

"Yes, ma'am! Always yours!"

"You trickster! Fine, try to guess this one... אני מאוד מעריך את החברה שלך." (I really appreciate your company)

"No... You speak Hebrew? The language of our people?"

"Indeed."

"But it sounds beautiful when it comes from you! Okay, you know what? After the war, I'll marry you!"

"Oh, Simon! Don't be so crazy!" she laughed.

"I'm already crazy in love with you!"

"And you say I am corny, Michael..." sneered Andy.

"Forget what I said!"

After she stopped laughing, (Y/N) declared:

"So, I think we had three players last. Well, let's the game begin with Hirschberg."

"Hooray! Here I am!"

"Alright! So, try to find this one... Jesteś uroczym żarłokiem." (You're an adorable glutton)

"Well, that's unusual! Er... I don't remember hearing this language before!"

"Give me suggestions!"

"It is a Slavic language?"

"Not at all."

Gerold sighed.

"Damn it, girl! It's a freakin' riddle!"

"Watch your language in front of a lady!" scolded Hicox.

"Don't worry, Archie: I've heard worse before!" said (Y/N) with a smug grin.

"Mh, I don't know... Is it Turkish?"

"Not at all, but I am currently studying this language!"

"Er... Nope, I don't know!"

"It's Polish!"

"My my, she is impressive!" chuckled Aldo as he took a bite of his bread.

"And what did you say?"

"I said that you are an adorable glutton!"

Hearing that, the other Basterds roared with laughter.

"AH AH AH AH! Well done, (Y/N)!" shrieked Utivitch.

"Hey, that's not fair!" yelped Hirschberg.

Upset that she would offend her friend, the woman apologized.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you, Gerold. I did not mean to..."

"It's alright, (Y/N). Likewise, I'll always forgive you!"

"Oh, why?"

"Because you are beautiful!" answered the soldier with a huge smile.

Relieved, she happily laughed while Wicki contained himself to punch someone's face.

"Okay, now, let's go on with Hugo!"

"I'm listening..."

"I'm sure you'll recognize this language... Du erinnerst mich an einen Wolf: einsam, mysteriös und faszinierend." (You remind me of a wolf: solitary, mysterious, and fascinating.)

"German, without hesitation!" smirked Stiglitz.

"Indeed!"

"And what did she say?" asked Donny.

Hugo stood up and walked towards her.

"She compared me to wolf. She said that I am solitary, mysterious, and fascinating..."

"(Y/N) got the point!" smiled Michael.

Stiglitz arrived near the woman and kneeled with deference.

"You won... I surrender to your beautiful voice! I could not resist you speaking my mother tongue with such delicacy!"

"Nice touch, Stiglitz!" exclaimed Archie.

"Oh, Hugo! You must be exaggerating: I'm pretty sure my accent was a disaster!"

"The only thing pretty is you, (Y/N)" grinned Hugo as he gently kissed the woman's hand... while he looked out of the corner of his eyes at Wilhelm with a roguish glance.

"Trottel!" (You jerk)!" gritted the latter through his teeth.

At the same moment, (Y/N) was amused by her friends' antics: they always treated her like a queen and were very respectful towards her. But this time, she felt that there was something else, like if they were playing a prank on someone...

"You guys are all amazing! But let's finish this game with the last player: Wilhelm!"

Hearing his name, Wicki snapped out of his anger and said:

"Yes, I'm ready!"

"Okay so, let's see if you will be able to find this one... Mon cher Wilhelm, tu es un homme courageux, loyal, et séduisant." (My dear Wilhelm, you are a courageous, loyal, and attractive man.)

The Austrian Jewish man smirked:

"Without any doubt, I would say... French!"

"Precisely! You had a good ear!"

"And what did you say to Wilhelm? I'm curious..." asked Hirschberg with a playful tone.

(Y/N) slightly flushed before answering:

"I told him that he was a brave, loyal, and attractive man!"

"How cute!" laughed Aldo.

As for Wilhelm, he was struck: definitely, he was in love! With a smug smile, he said:

"Merci beaucoup pour le compliment, jolie mademoiselle!" (Thank you very much for the compliment, lovely miss!)

(Y/N) was impressed by his hidden talent.

"Oh, what a surprise! I did not know you speak French!"

"I know a few... but I'm sure I would not reach your level!"

"Don't underestimate yourself!"

"Heck, she could give some “private” lessons, if you want!" smirked Andy while wiggling his eyebrows.

"Keep your dirty thoughts for you!" snarled Wicki.

"Okay guys, calm down! Now that everyone answered (Y/N), did anyone count how many languages she can speak?" asked Archie.

"I did sir! And she speaks in 11 languages!" replied Utivitch.

"11 LANGUAGES?" shouted the others.

"Indeed, you counted well, Smithson. But I also speak Portuguese, Dutch, and Slavic languages. And I'm currently learning Turkish, Hindi, Danish, Korean, and Finnish!"

"Girl, are ya planning to learn all the goddamn languages around the world?" asked Aldo, flabbergasted.

"Maybe... Seriously, I've always been interested in languages since I was a little girl and I never stopped my passion! Luckily for me, I was gifted with a good memory..."

"We noticed it." shrugged Hugo.

"Man, we're lucky to have her with us!" stated Hirschberg.

"Well spotted, private!" 

They enjoyed the afternoon, when (Y/N) had to go to the village for some groceries.

Once she left, Wicki turned his angered glare towards his comrades.

"May I know WHAT THE FUCK were you all doing earlier? Wooing her as if you did not know what I felt?"

"Don't be mad, Wicki: we just wanted to make a joke!" said Utivitch who tried to calm his friend.

"I did not find it very funny!" growled the Austrian.

"Don't be so ill-humored! We'll never steal her from you. Of course, we all love her, but she is like a sister or a best friend to many of us!" retorted Kagan.

"Damn right, Kagan. But Wil, ya better tell (Y/N) what ya feel for her! Stop tripping and man up!" ordered Aldo.

"And how I'm supposed to do that?"

"Use your brains, Wicki, and take a guess: why don't you use something she likes to declare your love?" muttered Hugo as he smoked his cigarette.

"Something she likes..." mumbled Wilhelm as he lost himself in his thoughts.

Suddenly, an idea popped up in his mind, and he slightly grinned: maybe he can try something interesting. 

He got up and searched in his bag a book his mother gave him before his departure. Wilhelm felt that the answer to his issue was between the pages of this poetry collection... 

Later in the evening... 

The cool summer night was calm and appeasing for the Basterds as they were finishing the meals brought by their French accomplices. 

At the same time, (Y/N) went for a small walk through the forest. She enjoyed the peaceful surrounding of the woods and sat on a tree stump to gaze at the shining stars who enlightened the dark blue sky.

The young woman slightly shivered as she felt the gentle breeze caress her bare arms.

"Can I join you?" asked a familiar masculine voice.

Startled, she turned and was relieved to see Wilhelm.

"Oh, it's you! You scare me!"

"I'm sorry!"

"It's fine... You can sit with me!"

Thanking her, the soldier sat close to the young woman. 

He felt a knot in his stomach as he was nervous: God, this girl would be the death of him!

He straightened up himself and declared:

"It's a nice night!"

"Indeed: I've always appreciated summer nights. I don't why, but it always soothes me... And it reminds me of this beautiful painting entitled Starry Night."

"Made by Van Gogh in 1888, if I'm right?"

"Exactly. It was a representation of a starry sky in Provence... where we are!"

"Interesting, I did not know this part of the story..." smiled Wicki.

He leaned closer and said:

"You know, this landscape reminds me of a poem..."

"Really?"

"Would you like to listen?"

"I would enjoy it!" (Y/N) smiled.

Wilhelm cleared his throat and declaimed:

Es liegt der heiße Sommer (There lies the heat of summer)

Auf deinen Wängelein; (On your cheek’s lovely art:)

Es liegt der Winter, der kalte, (There lies the cold of winter)

In deinem Herzchen klein. (Within your little heart.)

Das wird sich bei dir ändern, (That will change, beloved,)

Du Vielgeliebte mein! (The end not as the start!)

Der Winter wird auf den Wangen, (Winter on your cheek then,)

Der Sommer im Herzen sein. (Summer in your heart.)

When he finished reciting the poem, he saw a beautiful smile across (Y/N)'s face.

"Wilhelm, it was amazing!"

"Danke. Maybe you know the author..."

"I think it's Heinrich Heine!"

"Exactly! It’s the poem titled There lies the heat of summer."

"He wrote such beautiful masterpieces about love."

She shrugged with a sly smile.

"I'm a helpless romantic!"

"Don't apologize: it's one of your qualities!"

He added with a slight blush on his face.

"Besides, this poem has a special meaning for me..."

"Honestly? Why?"

"Yes. Well, when I was younger, I told my mother that I would say this poem to the girl I want to spend my life with..."

"Oh, that's so charming..."

(Y/N) interrupted herself when she realized what happened.

"Wait a minute... Did you mean that..."

Wicki nodded.

"You've guessed right: I love you, (Y/N). Since the first day in our team, I knew you were meant to me. But I was a coward for a long time and I did not know how to tell you the truth... until tonight!"

There was a silence until the young woman let out a relieved sigh:

"Thank God, what a relief!"

"What do you mean?"

She fidgeted with her fingers, slightly embarrassed.

"You know, Wilhelm... You were not the only one who was shy about their feelings!"

"You mean... that it's reciprocated?"

She agreed with a slight nod and a timid smile.

Assuaged by this revelation, Wicki leaned closer to her face, letting a few inches between their lips.

"Ich liebe dich, (Y/N)..."

"I love you too, Wilhelm..."

And they gently kissed, their lips sealed in a tender moment... 

Meantime, the other Basterds were spying on them, delighted smiles on their faces.

"Finally! He said it!" smirked Aldo.

"Look how cute they are!" grinned Utivitch.

"Indeed, they are. But remember guys: if you want to stay alive, don't cha flirt with her!" stated Donny.

"We took note, Don'. Should we celebrate this new couple?" asked Hirschberg.

"We'll do it when they'll come back to the camp. For now, let's them enjoy this moment alone!" tenderly smiled Andy.

"Gentlemen, we shall come back before they notice our presence. Moreover, we have a celebration to prepare!" simpered Hicox.

"The British's damn right! Let's go, boys!" discreetly cheered Michael.

"I'm so excited! It's like another Valentine's Day!" laughed Simon.

As they went back, Hugo looked back at the lovers with a small grin on his face.

"Well played, Wicki. You managed to speak her language, after all..."

Well, he was right: Wilhelm and (Y/N) found the perfect language between each other: the language of love...

Thank you for the reading!

I hope you’ll like it and I’m looking for your requests!

Take care and see you soon! 😘🥰😍🤩😷

[mirukupuddin]

Into The Arena (18+)

Gladiator! AU (Dabi/Reader)  

Word count: 2,995 

Genre: AU, Smut

Warning! this content includes sexual intercourse and violence, please do not read if you are a minor. All persons portrayed in this fic are 18+. 

Warning(s): Injuries, Blood mention, Violence, Nudity, Oral sex (male and female receiving), Unprotected sex, Soft Dabi and a very inaccurate depiction of a ancient city. 

Sunlight streamed into the room through the window, the spring scented air wafting in. You could already hear the hustle and bustle from the citadel below, the market coming to life. Today was a blessed day for it was the Solar Genisis, a day where the gods let the sunshine its brightest and celebrate its birthday. You slunk out of bed, arms stretched out as you approached the balcony. A pure smile dusted your features seeing an array of yellows and oranges decorating this market place, a few townspeople saw you waving and cheering.

 Being the Empress to the city, following your familial heir to the position. To say that you were loved by your people was a great understatement; they saw you as a pure, empathetic individual who wanted the best for her city. 

A gentle knock on the door revealed your handmaiden, Asha, a platter of bread, fruit and oats. “Good morning, my lady, I hope you slept well, I’ve prepared a bath for you before we have to leave.” she bowed her head in your direction, no matter how long you’ve known each other she still spoke to you with the utmost respect. 

“Thank you, Asha, are we finally going to coordinate our outfits for the celebration?” you laughed making her chuckle. She smiled before beckoning the seamstress into the room who came with several outfits in tow. 

“Today might be the day” Asha threw a sweet smile in your direction. In the end, you decided on a beautiful ombre (f/c), with small sparkling suns embroided into the light material.

Asha held her hand out for you to support yourself as the veil in front of the steps revealed the seats overseeing the arena. The crowd erupted in jovial chants as you approached the balcony, a smile presenting itself. 

Senator Hizashi stood tall, his voice booming amidst the noise of excitable crowd “Ladies and Gentleman, have we got a wonderful show for you! As the summer solstice comes to its peak the people demanded a fight. So, I present to you, our new challenger, Dabi." 

The gate opened to reveal a tall, dark-haired man, he was no older than you. The arena was clapping and cheering for the man as he approached the centre of the arena. You recognised the family emblem detailed on his shield, a fierce lion emitting fire tendrils from its mane. Touya Todoroki, who’d been bestowed the alias "Dabi” due to his ability to practically incinerate his opponents in battle. You looked up to the stalls where his family sat, Enji Todoroki looking in the direction of his eldest with a permanently fixed scowl. His siblings were all sat down in anticipation waiting to cheer their big brother on. Your eyes glanced back to the eldest son as he entered the arena, his own cerulean orbs fixed on you with an ever-present smirk dancing on his features. 

Senator Hizashi’s voice echoed in the stadium, simply standing behind the podium “Who’s ready for some action?” he riled the crowd up to see the gladiator’s opponent, causing the arena to erupt in a joyous rumble. “That’s the spirit! Our gladiator’s opponent is going to be, the terrifying, the abhorrent Giant Eryminthan!” the sound of the gate being hauled, dust scattering and a horrifying bellow followed behind it. The beast itself emerged, chains dragging from its ankles, standing at 8 ft tall, tusks partially destroyed and eyes filled with rage. It let out a bloodcurdling battle cry at the audience causing everyone to gasp in fear. It looked towards the challenger, obsidian eyes fixated on the hubris himself. 

“Feeble warrior, you think you can defeat me in battle?” It taunted in a low voice

“I plan on doing so.” Dabi seized his sword, glancing once more at you, seeing your intrigue and perplexion. Bright cerulean eyes met (e/c) ones. A loud bang caused an uproar in the arena as he taunted the beast in front of him, banging his sword onto his shield with vigour. The beast stormed towards the challenger, dust kicking up behind its hooves. The crowd was filled with cheers as Dabi skillfully skidded across the sand, sword equipped raised at the ready. With a heavy clawed hand, the beast swung at him, only lightly skimming the surface of his chest as he evaded it with skill, striking his sword down on the heel of the beast. 

The arena sang in encouragement as the beast growled in pain, its hand coming again to swipe against Dabi, his sword slicing through its clawed fingers. Blood had now been spilt on the arena and you sat tentatively on the edge of your seat. 

Suddenly, Dabi was thrown across the court, being caught off guard and being slammed into the wall. He coughed, winded from the brute force of the beast, you stood from your seat, heart beating rapidly against your ribcage fearing his safety. Senator Hizashi raised his hand to calm you, eyes not leaving the battle. 

“Kick his ass, Touya!” Everyone turned their eyes towards a white-haired teen in utter bewilderment as he cheered his brother.  

“Yeah show him what you’re made of, Brother!” You glanced to a shorter female with streaks of red in her thick white locks as she shouted in the same direction. 

The crowd continued to cheer him on with the same enthusiasm, seeing his eyes burn with pure determination. He spat at the blood that resided in his mouth on the sand banging his sword once again on his shield and charging towards the beast. It pushed and scuffled against him trying to keep him at bay which only was a temporary issue for Dabi as he began wielding his sword strategically at the beast backing it into a wall. The crowd watched in complete awe as he fluidly ran towards the wall, kicking off of it before landing on the shoulder of the beast, grabbing it’s tusk firmly. You glanced away, hearing the slash of his sword searing through the neck of the beast and hearing its body plummet to the floor. 

The arena was filled with an eruption of joyous cheers and whistles, seeing the beast that had tormented the outskirts of the citadel for years be slaughtered. Dabi stood panting, holding the beasts head for the audience to gasp and applaud. You gazed over at his family in the stalls, his siblings were all gleaming at the success of their eldest brother. Even the stoic youngest brother was clapping and whooping for his brother’s victory. The patriarch Enji seemingly unphased but you could tell there was an air of pride he found in his son.  

Touya was panting, scrapes and scuffs covering him. He dropped to one knee in the presence of his Empress, you glimpsed down at him with a pleased expression. 

“Get our challenger to a medic and show him towards the palace baths.” You instructed to Asha who then spurred the three other handmaids. “Show his family to the guest rooms, if they wanted to get ready before this evenings party.”

Dusk spread a beautiful of blues and purples across the evening sky; it was twinkling with lanterns, music echoing in the street. Although the sun was now set, the townspeople still partied and celebrated the victory of their gladiator represented by the noble, Touya Todoroki. His family were currently mingling with other noblemen, ladies and socialising as per usual. The three youngest siblings addressed you so formally, bowing and curtseying as you made your presence known to them. 

“There’s no need to be so formal, this is a celebration for your brother’s victory, please enjoy yourselves!” You beamed at them, offering them more drinks and showing them the buffet of food. They happily sat with you, making wholesome conversation and showing such genuine interest in you. Your eyes scanned the room to find the missing sibling, seeing as the attendants had already returned promptly. You felt the evening breeze graze your bare shoulders seeing that the eldest Todoroki was leant over the balcony. You excused yourself from the three siblings making your way towards Asha who was standing aside, paying attention to the guests before she turned to face you. 

“Could you do me a favour, Asha?” 

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You gazed over your reflection, your outfit being somewhat more revealing. The sheer (f/c) top hugged your figure accentuating the curve of your breasts before the material became more relaxed around your hips with a skirt that had a very generous slit, revealing your thigh and the golden bangles that resided on your ankle. A quaint knock took you out of your reverie. 

“My Lady, Sir Touya Todoroki is here on behalf of your request.” your handmaiden said, the raven-haired noble towering behind her. 

“That will be all Asha, please go and enjoy the rest of the festivities, while I entertain our guest"  

Touya’s cerulean eyes took in the sight of the room in front of him, it was decorated in warm light, candles looking as if they were floating amidst the translucent curtains. His eyes landed on your form, drinking in your figure with parted lips and a glimmer of interest. 

You cleared your throat "Should you be gazing at me with such an obscene expression?" 

He knelt down hand resting over his heart with a grin still present on his features. "Please excuse my brazenness, Fair empress, I have never encountered someone of your beauty" 

You blushed, hearing such a bold and flattering statement from the nobleman. Bare feet padded towards the gladiator, his eyes following your soft movements. He looked at you through dark lashes, mischief ever-present. 

"I must say you did impress me, I don’t think I’ve seen such arrogance in a battle. It wasn’t misplaced after all you did finish victorious." 

You placed your thumb and forefinger under his chin making him look at you in the eye. 

"Perhaps our champion deserves a reward.” there was a mischievous glint in your smile

“what did you have in mind” He smirked 

“maybe I could do a better job in showing you?" 

 You gestured for him to stand, your fingers dancing around the collar of his shirt. You began unbuttoning his shirt, the loose linen finally dropping to the floor haphazardly. His chest was littered with battle scars and burns, you traced your finger over the most prominent ones, making him shiver under your touch. 

"I’m not as attractive underneath the armour eh?” he half smiled, trying to mask his insecurity through his bravado. You looked up at him, stepping on your tiptoes and kissed his cheek. 

His face turning into one of awe 

“I think you’re undeniably handsome,” you said. He looked at your plush lips before swooping down and capturing them in his own. He groaned into the kiss, feeling your body pressed against his bare chest. His tongue slipped into your mouth caressing yours in a tantalising manner. His calloused hands wandering towards your hips as he held you in place. 

His hands grasped your thighs picking you up with ease as his lips trailed down your jawline and to your neck. It wasn’t until you felt the soft cotton of your bed that you the felt his lower half-pressing against yours. He continued his kisses down your neck, calloused hands smoothing down your body. He reached behind you to undo the bralette, discarding it with feverish abandon. His face immediately burned up, planting in the middle of your breasts before kissing and kneading the soft flesh. He glanced up at you through dark lashes, his eyes glowing with lust. His tongue peeked out swiping against your cute nipples making you withdraw slightly with embarrassment. Touya wasn’t having any of that, his hands firmly held your back and pushed you against his mouth as he suckled and kissed your mounds.

He shut his eyes in bliss, gyrating against your hips, shimmying his way down your body, kissing his way down.

“May I?” he gestures to your underwear, to which you nod breathlessly. He slides them down your thighs, revealing your arousal. You cringed knowing how soaked your underwear had become in the process, hiding your face behind your arms. 

“No no, My love, don’t hide from me; seeing you so shy is too good for me to miss,” he said smoothly. 

He kissed down your legs and down your thighs, eyes never leaving yours. Your thighs began to tremble with anticipation, his hand coming up to soothe and stroke them. He gave an experimental nudge to your clit with your nose gauging your reaction. Your heartbeat was thrumming in your ears. He lolled his tongue out licking a firm strip up your pussy, prodding a finger into your tight hole. You whined grabbing his dark coloured locks. He chuckled before delving into your sweet folds, licking and slurping your essence. You hummed and moaned in pleasure feeling his lips pucker at your clit, fingers threading through his thick hair.

“Touya..ah~” he hummed against your pussy, eyes shutting in bliss. His tongue prodded at your clit feeling your thighs jolt and tremble as he teased you. He hiked your thighs up over his shoulders, hearing your breathless giggle at the sensation of his hair tickling your thighs and tummy. His tongue continued the suckle and kiss along your pussy, keeping his concentration on your swollen clit. You shivered in bliss feeling your orgasm approaching, a knot tightening in the pit of your stomach. Touya, sensing this, held on your hands stroking a thumb over your shaking hands, suckling with gusto making you see stars. 

“Such a sweet little cunt you have” He licked his lips trailing his tongue against your hypersensitive pussy.  You grabbed the back of his neck pulling him back up to reconnect your lips. Tasting your own essence on his lips as your tongue brushed against his was lewd but somehow very erotic to him. He felt a gentle shove to the bed as you climbed on top of him, hands splayed across his toned chest. Your fingers traced against his pink nipples making him shudder under your touch 

“Not so nice that the shoe is on the other foot” you chuckled, his hand coming up to touch your cheek. 

You kissed along his scars, mirroring what he had done to you, giving him small kitten licks when you reached the trousers that clung to his clothed cock. You ran a finger down the imprint making him buck his hips up into your hand. You fluttered your lashes feigning innocence as you pulled his trousers down allowing his cock to smack his stomach lightly, the head leaking and pink. You adjusted yourself between his legs, his eyes following your every move

“Wait, you don’t have to… Ah,” Touya gripped the sheets, as your lips parted to take the tip into your mouth. A smile dusted your features seeing him in such a vulnerable state, running your tongue around the head and up the slit. 

“Oh..Gods…you’re so beautiful like this” he groaned, hand coming to caress your cheek. 

He sat up, pulling you towards him by the back of your thighs. “I don’t think I can take it anymore, darling” He growled into your neck, moving his cock across your pussy lips. 

You let a surprised yelp as he pushed in, hearing him groan at how warm and tight you felt. His lips found yours again, tangling his tongue with yours, feeling his breath fanning your face. He experimentally thrust his hips up to meet yours making a soft whimper escape your pouty lips. He pulled you towards him, slowly sinking deeper inside your warmth, slowly relaxing around him. He was shaking, trying so hard not to fuck you into the mattress, he was taking it slow, making you feel every twitch. 

“Touya..” You urged him to pick up the pace, her hips rocking back and forth. He indulged, thrusting his hips up to meet yours, his grip on her thighs moving to your ass. The two of you were building up a fierce amount of sweat, bodies melding together with such ease and lust. He lay back with you still on top of him, feeling your ass hit his thighs as they both chased your orgasms. 

“(Y/n…)” he groaned, pulling out of you before flipping you onto your back. He held spread your thighs sheathing himself into you and fucking you into the mattress. Your screams and moans were music to his ears. His hips moving against yours, he felt you tighten around him, gripping the back of your thighs and ploughing his cock into your heat.  

“Ngh~ Touya, right there” You ran your nails down his back, leaving small crescent-shaped dents in his shoulder blades. The knot in your stomach becoming so deliciously tight as you arched your back off the bed.  He watched your body tremble in euphoria, his own fast approaching. Your lips found him, hands weaved into his thick black locks as you muffled a cry into the kiss. He looked at your eyes glossed over with lust, pulling out and finishing on your stomach, his seed dripping down the divots of your flesh. 

He collapsed next to you, both your bodies glowing and basking in the warmth of each other. All that could be heard in the room was your shallow breaths. 

Touya was the one who broke the silence, slowly getting up to get a washcloth, running a cool towel against her stomach, her skin blossoming goosebumps. He lay back down next to her and with a brawny arm, he pulled your perspiring body against his. 

“I am enamoured with you” He whispered into your shoulder

It took you aback, seeing someone with so much bravado and confidence say something with so much emotion behind it, you eased into the embrace running your fingers through his raven locks, tracing a finger against his jaw. 

“As, I am with you”