#at least we have blood and gold tho

[jurassic-cunt]

watching mael and marius scream at each other on screen would do so much for me... you have no idea

[deqdwinter]

FOREVER IN YOUR FAVOR: 001 - sincerely yours

pairing: yasushi takagi x chubbyfem!reader

summary: as written lies tie these two by contract, a destined fate will lay between the walls that our tragic lovers have built to keep themselves grounded without crumbling of disdain.

warnings: slight angst, kind of boring in the beginning, mention of minor character death, profanity, kind of ooc ig? smoking (mostly cigs tho tehe), slight violence, ion know man i think that's it

authors note: after the longggg wait I’ve finally decided to start writing again 👅 this is also a pretty long chapter so… heh

Hate is a prized possession. Basking in all its glory as if it were gold. Cherishing it like a faded memory that now lays in the back of your mind. Hate controls the people, the minds, the blood, the senses. Hate controls our emotions that are held captive through our bruises and traumas. Until we have no choice… But to give in and break…

Bits of your hair stuck to your forehead as you pulled your gloves off, along with your surgical hat and mask while exiting the operating room. Trudging your aching body towards the sink to wash your hands. 

Your job as a doctor and veterinarian always kept you busy, which was fortunate for you since you hated being home. Your mother was a businesswoman. A good one at that. Along with your father. Leading the company to increase in popularity, including your family name. 

But despite your families’ fortune, you still believed you were unlucky. Your mother had always been hard on you, being the only two women in the family, with you being the oldest out of three children, you were next in line for the company. 

In your honest opinion, you never wanted to be like your mother. She was always working, had always critiqued herself and the others around her, which made her a difficult person to get along with… At least for you. Your two youngest brothers, Ciel and Silas, were the ones she really cared for, who she focused on. Silas, being the second oldest and 3 years younger, and Ciel being the youngest and most favorite, was 5 years younger. Both equally as aggravating, and equally as pampered. 

You sighed as you walked out of the utility room. You ran your hands down your face in frustration before weakly smiling at all your coworkers while clocking out. Your day consisted of over 14 different emergency room patients, almost 6 being a case of worried parents/individuals who unfortunately believed everything they searched up on the internet, and 5 surgeries that lasted over 4-9 hours. Your muscles ached, pain cascading through your body as your bones creaked like rusted metal as you hopped into your car, your dark cherry red Aston Martin rumbling to life as you turned the key and drove out of the parking garage, the cold breeze rolling across your face as you drove through the streets of LA. The 2am street silence was the most calm you had all day, your engine being the only minimal noise as you revved across the road quickly. 

Times like these felt like a breath of fresh air, an escape from all the chaos. Your body finally being able to melt into a state of relaxation without a worry in the world, for just a moment. But with a moment of calm, came the heart-wrenching reality. 

You rolled your shoulders as you walked up the stairs towards your apartment building, sending a small wave to the night guard as you entered the elevator and pressed the top floor, resting your head on the wall behind you with your eyes closed. Your head was clouded with everything, anything, all at once. No chance to cycle through or even zero in on one thought to spare you the headache. It was then that times like these, that called for desperate measures of comfort.

You sighed as you opened your eyes to start rummaging through your bag for the little box your fingers had ached to grab ahold of the entire day, whether you wanted to or not. You felt the familiar cardboard against your fingers before pulling it out and examining it. Despite being a certified doctor and veterinarian, your main source of solace had been the cancerous addiction. 

Your eyes scanning all around the front of the box before the elevator door ‘dinged’ softly before you exhaled deeply and exited the elevator, making your way to your apartment and unlocking the door before locking it quickly after. Your penthouse was dimly lit as you entered, though the polished marble floor glared against the lights as you threw your keys into the glass bowl on the side table. Your shoes clicked on the polished floors as you slowly swayed towards the living room and scoffed. 

“What’re you doing here?” You mumbled as you stood in front of your mother who was sitting on your living room couch. 

“You’ve been ignoring my calls all day, and it’s 2:00 am.” She spread her arms across the back of the couch as she looked up at you, her head tilted to the side. “You also missed the appointment with the wedding planner. You’re lucky Yasu came in your place.”

“I’m a doctor, Mother. I’ve been in surgery all day so I’m sorry that I wasn’t able to be present for the cake flavor testing. My apologies.” You mumbled sarcastically. 

“You should be. This is an important event in your life, and you’re missing it. All because you decided you’d rather save the lives of people who are below you.” She stood up tall as you took a few steps back, the backs of your legs softly hitting the glass table behind you. Her fox-like eyes pierced into yours as she continued to stare you down, like you were prey caught in her line of sight. “You are not a hero. Stop acting like one.” She tilted her head to the side before her eyes caught the cigarette box in your hand. “I told you those were bad for you.” She eyed you with half lidded eyes. 

“Like you know what's good for me.” You snap back before trudging your way towards the balcony, pulling out a single tobacco stick and popping it between your lips before cupping your hand over it and lighting the butt of it with your lighter. 

“Don’t be a smartass.” She scoffed lightly before ghosting past the door leading to the balcony and swaying towards the door. “You have an appointment with the wedding planner at 2:45 tomorrow. Don’t be late.” She purred before walking out of your apartment. 

—

Yasu wasn’t a god, despite the internet having to say otherwise. Their whispers of the journeys throughout his life being one of the main platforms of his upbringing. With his studies of law and the help of his own knowledge, Yasu was able to overcome the obstacles of gossip. Because of his delinquent background, many had believed he wasn’t fit to take over his father’s company. 

The Takagi Empire was destiny in the form of money. With the success of its reputation, (and its owners) the empire had made a massive impact on not only Tokyo, but all of Japan. And along with Yasu’s increasing popularity, came his possession of the Takagi Empire… And his marriage. 

Yasu tightened his tie as he walked into the building, his tall figure ghosting by as he smiled softly at all the gasping employees. Pulling his glasses off his face as he reached his destination.

“Yasu! How wonderful to see you again.” Y/N’s mother cooed as he leaned down to kiss her on the cheek with a smile. 

“Hi Mrs. L/N. I apologize for the delay. Tokyo’s streets are quite busy today.” He mumbled softly as he pulled away. His eyes slowly trailing to the woman who was observing the table toppers.

“Well at least you were willing to join us. Unlike someone…” Y/N’s mother glanced at the woman behind her before sighing and fixing Yasu’s tie. “She’s in a bit of a sour mood today. She would rather be cutting people open instead of planning her own wedding.” She joked before smoothing out the clothing that covered his shoulders. 

Yasu smiled softly before slowly walking towards her, pushing his hands into his pockets while he stood behind her. “Haven’t seen you in a long time.” He spoke softly as he trailed one his hands along the table cloth. “It’s been about… What? 7-8 years?”

“13. We haven’t seen each other since we were 13. The last time we spoke was the day my father passed.” Y/N mumbled before looking up at the tall man. “Hi, Yasu.”

Yasu’s eyes widened at her statement. It had been exactly 13 years since they last spoke. 13 years since her father passed away. “Hi, Y/N…” He trailed off before painting a smile on his lips. “You look-”

“Different? That’s what my mom says-” 

“Beautiful. I was gonna say beautiful. Very grown up, if anything. Though, your height definitely hasn’t changed.” He tilted his head to the side with a grin as he teased. “You’ve been the same height since you were in 7th grade. Kinda’ sad dontcha’ think?” He smirks as he leans down to her level. 

Y/N looked back up at him with a soft expression, her supple cheeks warming at the compliment and teasing from the man. “That’s only because you’ve been a giant since you were 12. Leave some of those veggies for the rest of us.” She joked with a small chuckle. 

Yasu smiled softly back at her, his eyes glistening in admiration. “Thought ya’ never liked eating your veggies. That’s why you’re built like a cabbage patch kid.”

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully before her entire aura flips like a switch as her mother made her away over to them. 

“These are… Decent. Doesn’t really fit the theme though, does it?” Her mother mumbles as she eyes the table toppers. “I believed me and Yasu settled on red and gold, correct?” She said as she looked at Yasu.

Yasu’s eyes stayed glued to the woman whose expression turned sour at the mention of the wedding. Facing away from her mother and her soon-to-be husband and walking away with a scoff. Her sudden change had Yasu pondering if he had said something wrong. 

“Yasu?”

“Huh?” He turned to his soon-to-be mother in law as his eyes grazed over the decorations. “Oh uhh yes, those look great.” He nodded dumbly before looking back to find Y/N nowhere in sight. “Where did-” 

“Have a look at these ones. I think these will go well on the tables.” Y/N’s mother pulled softly on his arm towards another table of decorations, as Yasu continued to wonder where his bride-to-be rushed off to…

—

If you didn’t know any better, you’d think your mother was the one marrying Yasu. With the way she was completely invested in making sure everything for the wedding was perfect, you wouldn’t be surprised if she was the one standing at the altar. 

You pulled the cigarette out of your mouth and blew out the smoke with a sigh, leaning against the building's wall as you looked around. The city you grew up in had begun to change right in front of you, all the things you had surrounded yourself with slowly starting to fade away brick by brick. As new buildings, businesses, and even people began to change. You included. 

“That brand tastes like burnt cardboard. I don’t know how you can smoke those.” A deep voice mumbled as you looked to your left. Yasu’s tall figure walked towards you as the sun glistened against the side of his sunglasses. “Never knew you were a smoker, Short Legs.” He joked as he pulled out his own pack of Seven Stars and picked out one of the sticks and popped it into his mouth. 

“Like you said, I grew up.” You smiled softly as you took out your lighter and lit his cigarette. 

“Yeah, no kidding.” He chuckled as he took a drag and sighed. “You don’t seem to be very interested in this whole… wedding thing.” He glanced at you through his glasses as he took another drag of his cigarette. 

“I’m not. If anything, the one you’re marrying in the end, is my mother. She’s more excited about this than I am.” You grumble as you take a drag from your own cigarette.

Yasu frowns softly at your words, a small pang of hurt in his chest. “Well… You could always tell her that you’re just… not ready. I mean she can’t force you to-” 

“She can, she will, and already has. There’s no fighting against her. She’s already made a decision for me. No matter how many times I say no.” You shake your head softly before dropping the cigarette onto the floor and stepping on it with your foot. “Look, Yasu. I appreciate your consolation, but this relationship is strictly for business.” The tone in your voice is apologetic, but firm. “I do love you,” you continue…

“I just can’t bring myself to be in love with you.”

© all work belongs to deqdwinter. do not translate, repost, or claim as your own without permission.

[achillesunly]

I have been pulling an all nighter because yk the Hype forbade me from sleeping

So here goes

I have dabbled late at night in the dark arts: leaks

Did not look for it I just happened to fall upon it, did Not interact tho because hey! not great leaks not great

But I love each and every of the shit they do for season 2, I won't mention any here coz once again, leaks and spoilers but hell yeah

Hell FUCKING yeah, even

And I need to expose my thoughts and theories on season two here tho because I Am Going Feral

Now a practical list:

I swear to fuck I HOPE so goddamn bad that Adam will end up in hell like not really dying dying. I don't know where the fuck demons and angels who die again are going but hey! It would be so fucking metal if Lute and demon Adam had a face off HELLOOO I love them so much if it could end up in a romantic ballad or rock song or deep shit or some shit like that maybe in season three ig but ZHEHHDHS YEHA, like maybe Adam to join the Vees to fuck the hotel over by pure pussy rage would be fun or becoming a sorta rockstar !! in hell with mammon (I saw someone on twt hc this) but due to the lawfully divided franchise (my heart weeps) I don't think that would happen, at least not with mammon showing . Anywho to have Adam not be a selfish asshole out loud my fucking gOd it would be insane I'd foam at the mouth and piss fire

I also hope none of the Vees die because they are my babes at heart 😔🤲 such good villains cannot waste them ffs, I know some people think Val will die and I sure as fuck hope not he's too rich, I hope none of my darlings gets killed, they're far too interesting. AND WHAT ABOUT MY STATICMOTH IF ONE DIES HUH? I could NOT handle that, I need the power couple fucking everyone over , and I NEEED VISCERALLY NEEEEEEED A VOXVAL SONG AAAAAA

I Hope so bad that there are a bit more episodes to the season as well goddamn, because we had what nine or ten? I mean that is fucking fantastic don't get me wrong but as with everything that I love, I want more. Might be wishful thinking and it's not so terrible if there is the same number of episodes which it most probably will, I'd just like some more is all 💅💅

I wish Charlie would be less portrayed as the typical main girl of your typical fantastic teen book and more like her pilot version. maybe I'm a bit dramatic, it's not that bad, really, but her pilot self was quite different in the way like, more diva like, more feral, I can't put it into words, properly, but you get the feeling it's, it feels a little different.

I NEED RADIOAPPLE HELLO PLEASE BY GOD I NEED IT. I do need that and I won't say anything about anything but I am HOYPED. I am insanely shaking in place, foam down my chin, I'm crying blood with want. I just think they're neat. I love the dads. I really cross every single finger on my body. They are so good, the tropes are pure gold down my throat I want to make two puppets of them and bonk their faces together.

HUSKDUST PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE, sweet lovers, domestic and sweet lovey love PLEASE have them doing shenanigans and BEIEHEHEHVDBDB HELLLOOO FLIRTINGGGGG

Radiosilence I want more lore I want that shit straight up my veins shooting in my brain I want to never being able to think of ANYTHING ELSE just fucking jot that up my jugular goddamn I love me those RivALs pleeeeeaaaaase oh my god id go fucking insane

I need the new fans the second season will bring in not to be complete morons who think their opinion is law, that a show about demons is about moral upholding, and finally being fucking children unable to think farther than their own shitass shoes. And hope that the ones already like that will kindly Leave or learn to Shut the Fuck up. And mature up

Also no bullying any VA if that needs to be said for absolutely FUCKs sake, which is in direct link with the former point. Like, learn to be a human and shut the fuck up, learn to think in Your head before voicing out your thoughts and do Not force anything on anyone

[corruption-special-au]

Chap 1 🎭 Fool's Folly

Surprise! I came back to continue the prologue fan fic for the Masked Special AU plotline.

Here is the prologue told from Silver's perspective 👉

This one however is from Gold's perspective and starts off a few days after the prologue 🤙 take care! have fun! have some trigger warnings before hand tho.

⚠️ minor violence, mention of blood, threats and themes of manipulation and kidnapping

Days had passed since the event at the local research lab. So many changes in such a little amount of time! Not only had Gold found a new addition to the family, he also uncovered a goal. Tracking down the thief who stole Exbo’s friend. Clearly the little fella was worried, and even with all his mother's expert methods of introducing a Pokemon to a new home hadn't seemed to work thus far. The little fella still only seemed to peck at his food and separated himself from the rest of the group. By the second day, and no word from the local police; it was decided. He would take things into his own hands! Of course his mother didn't really have to know exactly why he planned on going, just to visit Violet city and return the morning after.

Besides, this crook couldn't have gotten far. He made sure to prep well for his journey, if the two were to battle again Gold was going to be sure it was on equal footing this time. He had made another journey to Violet City just this past spring, accompanied by Aibo and a few of the other rescues kept at home. So he was somewhat familiar with the city, or at least his pokemon were. With these guys behind him, there was no way he would lose again! Typically trainers only carried six teammates with them, but his mother made it very clear she felt a lot better if the family accompanied him this time.

The incident at the lab must have freaked her out…

He was used to scraps and squabbles, after all most of his time was spent around Pokemon. And his mom never seemed to pay any mind to the numbers of bruises and bumps he had somehow managed to obtain over the course of the day roaming the town and woodlands. However this time…. Perhaps it was just the involvement of the police that had her on edge. They never were a fan of them anyway, the handful of cops in New Bark often referred to Gold as “little trouble-maker".

It was nearing noon now, the sky painted with stunning hues of pink and orange as the sun drifted down over the horizon. He flipped open his Pokegear, still left on the map. Not too far now. “You hear that Poli?" From his backpack, the small tail of his poliwag sleeply shifted in place. “Once we get there we'll find a pond for you to cool off in." Summers felt like they were getting hotter and hotter each year. The rest of the gang seemed to be just as eager to find a stopping point soon. But Gold knew not a single one would retreat to the comfort of their pokeball, not after mom had sent them to watch after him. Sheesh, she has no faith in me huh? Not many people in their town did, how could he blame her.

“Just a bit farther and we can rent out one of those sweet inn rooms and get some snacks from the stall! C'mon guys!” With the promise of food a few in the pack seemed to perk up with glee. Onward the group trooped, only arriving at the gates of Violet City by nightfall. Good thing too, he would never in his life would admit it, but walking the trail at night gave him the creeps. Not to mention, the entire way up the path he felt as though he was being watched by something not too terribly far off in the trees. Probably just a curious wild creature from the area, nothing more.

Yawning, he gazed around the street, lacking the city folk he was used to seeing fill this place. Well I guess it is pretty late… Sleep gnawed away at him, growling from his stomach following after. Right. Food, inn, and tomorrow he would begin his search. He was positive the thief was lurking about in this area. The pack wandered corner to corner in search of a stall still open for business. Sadly with no luck.

Man this blows…

It seems they had gotten here too late in the day, partly because of the late start this morning. He wasn't much of a morning person, who gets up before 10 anyhow? Aibo tugged at the disgruntled boy's hoodie, gesturing towards the Pokemart illuminated on the other end of the corner. “Ah! Good eye Aibo!" Barreling towards the doors, the group was stopped mid cheer by a hand. "Eh?” Before him, the shop keeper, a rather jaded middle aged looking man glared down at him. "I just mopped up for the night, no way are you bringing all these critters in here to rummage up my floors again. The pokemon stay outside if you're coming in to shop.” Rummage? Who uses the word rummage anymore? What a prick… But his urge for a warm cup of soup and the pitiful eyes of each of his pokemon overpowered his annoyance, and with a huff he agreed. They wouldn't be out there long anyway, he just needed to grab a few for the gang and pay. “I'll be back, just wait here ok? Aibo is in charge."

Inside the store was quiet, with only the soft mart music playing overhead and the squeak of his sneakers to fill in the silence as he searched for the food aisle. Smells like a doctor's office in here. Various snacks decorated the shelfs as he scanned in search of the instant ramen cups. Ah, there near the bottom. Maybe he outta grab five to share between all of them. Just to be sure. From the other end of the store the door dinged once more, and he could hear the disgruntled worker from before set down whatever box he was carrying and make his way to the front. “Hey kid, I said no pokemon!" Eh? Is he talking to me? Before he could even reach the register, Exbo skidded into the side of the shelf in a panic, racing towards him. Something was wrong. Concern creeped over him as the small monster tumbled into the boy, obviously panicked. As they fell backwards, a few items were knocked from their spot and went rolling across the tiled floor. “Hey! What's wrong with you? Where is Aibo?” As if to answer his question, the eerie distressed yet familiar growls of multiple Pokemon echoed from the door outside. Abruptly stopped as the glass doors shut back on themselves.

Without a second thought he jolted from his place on the floor, tucking Exbo between his arms as he sprinted for the exit. Brought to a halt as he raced outside to an empty street corner, void of any life. Some kind of grip wrangled his heart as he anxiously looked around for any sign of his family. “Where-where did they go? Where did Aibo, and Poli?” An uneasy shakiness had riddled his voice, and caused his feet to go numb as the reality of the situation started to set in. What? What just happened? He felt frozen in place, stunned by the suddenness of it all. Only the distant echo of some kind of fight snapped him from his trance, they were still here! As if his legs moved on their own, he rushed towards the sounds. Struggling to pinpoint exactly where they were coming from. Yet as soon as he thought he had found it, another cry from a completely different direction sent him scrabbling down another walk way. Where are they? Why can't I find them?

Blood started to rush in his eardrums, and panic took hold of his mind as he continued this little charade until… silence. The various cries of fear and anguish all at once stopped. And nothing but the cold night breeze whistling away filled the disturbing quietness. His eyes, stuck to the concrete ground, traveled upwards until they finally landed on some kind of tower just over a small bridge. Swaying back and forth in the wind. Something about this place, it didn't feel right. From his arms, Exbo wiggled loose and took off towards the old wooden tower with an unusual determination, “Hey! Wait!"

Just as they entered through the all but withered away door; something rather heavy came slamming down mer itches behind them. Encasing the pair in complete and utter darkness. It was cold in here, freezing actually. A shiver was sent up his spine, it felt as though needles were prickling his skin. “Ex-xbo, you there?" His voice didn't even sound like his own. Chittering and full of worry. The flicker of a flame that grew bright enough that he could see the small creature in front of him, standing alert against something further off into the darkness. The short fur from its head standing on edge, unnervingly still. “Exbo?" It did not seem to hear him.

The floorboards nearby creaked, causing Gold to snap his head towards the noise in surprise. It was hard to see but he thought he could make out the shape of a rather tall and lanky figure looming from the shadows. “When Silver came back, empty-handed…” Slowly, a pale white mask came closer into view. Spikes protruding from its jawline, and rugged hair draping from its head. “I expected a more formidable trainer… Not some nosy little brat.” There was a wicked smile carved into the wooden face, despite the bitterness the tone of the man carried. “And here you are. Still poking around in matters that don't concern you. What a fool."

"Buzz off creep!” Exbo flashed the wave of flames from its backside, a low growl rumbled from the small pokemon. Their threats were only met with a chuckle before the figure disappeared back into the darkness. “Exbo, now!" At his command, cyndaquil took a deep breath in and let out a hefty ball of fire. Only to be blown away by a powerful blizzard wind that sent the pair flying backwards, smack against the wall. The cold in the building had gone from frosty to stabbing in the matter of seconds, nipping at his skin. As he scrambled to get up, his legs gave way and only then did he notice the various slashes he had received from the attack. Shit! “Exbo!" His voice sounded very wheezy, and foreign even to himself. With Exbo's fire extinguished, Gold found himself stumbling through the darkness in search of his friend. Once he felt the limb body of the small creature, came the scattering of multiple different enemies surrounding them. Circling the two just beyond his line of sight. Not often was it that Gold found himself fearful of his situation, it was not something common to him in his hardheaded nature. But as the deep growls and grunts of monsters drew closer and closer, all he could think of was how badly he wanted to turn tail and run.

Under his feet frost crackled, infesting the area around him. Where was he supposed to go? Where could he go? “I'm not afraid of you!" Clutching Exbo in his arms, he prepared for the worst. Ice had begun to creep along the sides of his shoes, gluing him to this spot. Even as he restlessly shuffled in place, hoping to knock some of it off, it held. Strong as steel. Just a few itches in front of him, honed fangs and embers from a houndoom. Nearing him with eyes narrowed, locked directly onto him. Even in this gloom, he could see the beast was ready to jump at any given moment. “You live in New Bark. Just a small ways from the kanto johto border. These pokemon you brought with you live there too I suppose? ”

“Where are they? What did you do?"

From his right, a lantern from the wall brightened the atmosphere around them. From both sides, lurked two hondours accompanied by the same houndoom from before. Gold tucked Exbo deeper into his arms, eyes moving from one snarling beast to the other. Heavy boots strolled forward, and before him stood the towering figure from before. Dressed head to toe in a dark cloak, torn and aged. A gastly smog had started to drift around them, making the air in the room feel thick. “Do you have any idea what you cost me with your little stunt?”

“I don't even know who you are." Gold muttered through gritted teeth. He could feel a faint yet present rise and fall of Exbo's sides. This brought him some sense of relief, minuscule though it be. An uneasy silence fell across the two. Their eyes locked in place, Gold waited with baited breath for even the slightest hint of movement. “Still. You somehow managed to get the best of one of my students. That is nothing to scoff at. You have some kind of potential, it would be a waste to see it end here." Very faintly behind the cloaked figure, Gold thought he spotted two ghostly balls of smoke and vague yellow eyes revolving around the room. Sinister and inhuman laughter accompanying the mysterious ghouls. He began to feel rather lightheaded. “I'll make you an offer. Help me correct the mess you've made of my work, and I'll give back all those little weaklings you seem to be so fond of. After I have what I want, you're free to go.”

"And if I don't?”

Irritation coincided with his words as the masked man took a few steps forward, each step causing the floorboards to grate. “If you don't… Well I suppose no one wins in that case. I can't have you just skipping off down to the police station to open up a case now can I? And of course I'll have to take care of all your little buddies here you brought along for the ride. And that poor mother of yours…” At the mention of his mother, his throat tightened and his mouth ran dry. “Well, she would be left to fend for herself. A shame really, a kind person like her who rescues and cares for strays off the street.” Vile anger and insults burned in Gold's chest. Who did this guy think he was? Threatening his family? His mother? However, the situation was not at all in his favor. As loathsome as it was, he was at the mercy of this worthless scumbag. With not even the slightest idea where the rest of his Pokemon were being kept. On top of that, the room began to feel like it was spinning. Purple fog growing thicker and thicker by the moment. Struggling to keep his eyes open, he could barely hear his own voice. “... Not much choice in the matter, is there?"

"Glad to see you've come around." And with that, his eye lids finally gave out. Everything faded to black, the world sucked away as he slipped into unconsciousness.

[i-only-want-endless-happiness]

Since Riordan attended the Eras Tour let's talk about pjo swiftie characters (according to me ofc)

Annabeth= you can't convince she isn't a swiftie i know she is, but not many people know cause she thinks it's lowkey embarassing to be into Taylor, but she's totally a Speak now, 1989 stan she was screaming "Better than revenge" every day and every night when Rachel was into the picture, also she totally made Percy listen to "You are in love" cause it reminds her of them. Also also "New Romantics" is her anthem. She also loves "This is why we can't have nice things" cause it remindes her of Luke. I could actually go on forever but i'm gonna stop here now

Piper = duh of course she is, she is a Lover and Red girly, confused, romantic, hopeful in true love even after being hurt, she's on the "Paper Rings", "Me", "Lover" the song, "The Man" "I think he knows" ecc side of Lover and on the "The moment i knew", "Begin again", "Everything has changed", "The lucky one" "Stay,stay,stay" side of Red

Frank= i know in my heart, soul and mind he's a swiftie too, he actually takes Hazel to Taylor's concerts and randomly sends her Taylor's songs that reminds him of Hazel, he's the kind of guy who proposes during "Love story" cause lowkey is an hopless romantic. He was screaming crying every liryc of "You belong with me" at night in the Argo II when he thought Leo had a thing for Hazel. He gifted Midnights to Hazel cause the album is so her according to him. To me he is a Speak now girlie

Will= he's one of the biggest swifties at chb, there's literally nothing you can say to convince me otherwise. He's into her country albums more but actually lover all of her music, Taylor is his comfort singer (besides his mom of course) he's a Fearless girly and listens to "Fearless" the song, during long operations cause it helps him, "Hey Stephen" makes him think of Nico as well as "New year's day" cause he's a simp and "Dancing with our hands tied" cause that's literally his pov in Tartarus,idc, and of course "The best day" makes him think of his mom. "Change" and "Jump then fall" are some of his favorite Taylor's songs ever. I know my boy cries to "Mirrorball" and "This is me trying". You can't tell me he didn't sing "Our song" to Nico at least once

Percy,Hazel and Nico are Taylor enthusiasts, not quite fans but their s.o introduced them to her so now they appreciate Taylor too

Percy= he's a 1989 girlie, he loves "Welcome to New York" and thinks "Bad blood" is one of her best songs ever. After Annabeth made him listen to "YAIL" he fell in love wih it and it's now their song, he screams to "Haunted" when he feels disappointed by his father or by the Gods in general. He loves "The great war" too cause it reminds him of Annabeth as well as "Mine". And he loves "Long live" cause it just fits him and his story

Hazel= she's into Midnights (not only cause Frank gifted it to her, even tho that definetly made the album gain some extra points) "Bejeweled" and "Karma" are some of her favorite songs of the whole album but she cried the first time she listened to "You're on your own kid" so it has a special place on her heart. She dedicated "Lavander Haze" and "Sweet nothings" to Frank and it made him a bit emotional. Also she loves "Paris" cause she has taste. She absolutely adores "The outside" and the Debut album in general

Nico= i know what you're thinking hes a Reputation supporter but i actually see him more as a Folklore/Evermore girlie and a Lover one too, unlike Piper he's more on "The archer", "Cruel summer", "It's nice to have a friend" and "Soon you'll get better" side of Lover cause u know my boy is a little bit of a mess, and of course he loves "Daylight", "Cornelia street" (actually this song is his religion we know he has low self esteem) and "Aterglow" cause they make him think of Will. He thinks "No body, no crime" is probably Taylor best dark bop and obviously he loves "Gold rush" but i think he relates it back to his old crush on Percy, "Evermore" the song, is one of his favorite on the whole album, as well as "Long story short". I know Nico secretely cries to "Tolerate it". He dedicated "Invisible string" to Will (actually if you read TSATS without being a fucking hater, you'll know this is lowkey, very lowkey tho, canon) he loves "Peace" and "The Lakes" cause he relates to them deeply. I still think he loves Rep too like "Look what you made me do" it's totally his jam "I did something bad" is his go to song when he wants to be in a good mood and of course "Gorgeous"and "Delicate" cause he's secretely a romantic and down bad for his boyfriend.

If you don't know Taylor this won't make sense but if you have time and want new music give those songs a go, cause they're really good trust me u will not regret it

Just few lyrics to some of the songs to let u know what i'm talking about

BETTER THAN REVENGE= The story starts when it was hot and it was summer and, I had it all I had him right there where I wanted him she came along, got him alone, and let's hear the applause she took him faster than you could say sabotage

YAIL= One night he wakes strange look on his face pauses, then says you're my best friend and you knew what it was he is in love

NEW ROMANTICS= We're so young but we're on the road to ruin we play dumb but we know exactly what we're doing we cry tears of mascara in the bathroom honey, life is just a classroom

TIWWCHNT= It was so nice being friends again there I was giving you a second chance but you stabbed me in the back while shaking my hand

THE MAN= I'm so sick of running as fast as I can wondering if I'd get there quicker if I was a man and I'm so sick of them coming at me again cause if I was a man then I'd be the man

TLO= And they tell you that you're lucky, but you're so confused cause you don't feel pretty, you just feel used

YBWM= I remember you driving to my house in the middle of the night i'm the one who makes you laugh when you know you're 'bout to cry and I know your favorite songs and you tell me about your dreams think I know where you belong think I know it's with me

FEARLESS= And I don't know how it gets better than this you take my hand and drag me head first fearless and I don't know why but with you I'd dance in a storm in my best dress

HEY STEPHEN= Hey Stephen, i know looks can be deceiving but i know i saw a light in you [...] cause i can't help it if you look like an angel can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain, so come feel this magic i've been feeling since I met you

DWOHT= I loved you in spite of deep fears that the world would divide us so, baby, can we dance through an avalanche? And say, say that we got it i'm a mess, but i'm the mess that you wanted

MIRRORBALL= I'm still a believer but I don't know why i've never been a natural all I do is try, try, try

TIMT= They told me all of my cages were mental so I got wasted like all my potential and my words shoot to kill when I'm mad i have a lot of regrets about that i was so ahead of the curve, the curve became a sphere fell behind on my classmates, and I ended up here

Bad Blood= Now we got problems and I don't think we can solve 'em you made a really deep cut and baby, now we got bad blood

TGW= We can plant a memory garden say a solemn prayer, place a poppy in my hair there's no morning glory, it was war, it wasn't fair and we will never go back to that bloodshed, crimson clover the worst was over my hand was the one you reached for all throughout the Great War

BEJEWELED= Best believe I'm still bejeweled when I walk in the room i can still make the whole place shimmer

KARMA= Ask me what I learned from all those years ask me what I earned from all those tears ask me why so many fade, but I'm still here

YOYOK= Everything you lose is a step you take so make the friendship bracelets take the moment and taste it you've got no reason to be afraid you're on your own, kid yeah, you can face this you're on your own, kid you always have been

THE OUTSIDE= I've been a lot of lonely places i've never been on the outside

THE ARCHER= Who could ever leave me, darling? But who could stay? Dark side, I search for your dark side but what if I'm alright, right, right, right here? And I cut off my nose just to spite my face then I hate my reflection for years and years

CORNELIA STREET= And I hope I never lose you, hope it never ends id never walk Cornelia Street again that's the kind of heartbreak time could never mend

AFTERGLOW= I blew things out of proportion, now you're blue put you in jail for something you didn't do i pinned your hands behind your back, thought I had reason to attack, but no [...] Sorry that I hurt you i don't wanna do, I don't wanna do this to you i don't wanna lose, i don't wanna lose this with you

TOLERATE IT= I wait by the door like I'm just a kid use my best colors for your portrait lay the table with the fancy shit and watch you tolerate it if it's all in my head tell me now tell me I've got it wrong somehow i know my love should be celebrated but you tolerate it

INVISIBLE STRING= Time, mystical time cutting me open, then healing me fine were there clues I didn't see? And isn't it just so pretty to think all along there was some invisible string tying you to me

PEACE= All these people think love's for show but I would die for you in secret the devil's in the details, but you got a friend in me would it be enough if I could never give you peace?

LWYMMD= But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time i got a list of names, and yours is in red, underlined

[forest-meadow]

The Barbarian Witch Pt4

TW: creepy guys with bad intentions (they don’t do anything tho), also like killing/murder, but in self defense, blood, stabbing

Masterlist

Monet held up their runestone to better light their way the farther they went into the cave that was Shinso’s home. They were expecting to find a huge hoard of gold and precious things for Shinso to lord over at the end of the cave. The reality could not have been more different.

The back of the cave was nice and cozy, with lots of plush pillows to sit on and a few larger ones for sleeping. There was a small pile of gold near one of the walls- well, small compared to what Monet had imagined. Monet imagined it was there so other dragons wouldn’t scoff at the lack of riches in the cave. Though, looking around at the many luxurious items scattered throughout the space, there were many things worth more than Monet ever imagined having. Perhaps the hoard wasn’t a hoard of gold, but a hoard of comfort.

“Where should I set my things?” they asked after they had taken it all in.

Shinso shrugged, “Wherever you want. Just don’t take anymore of my plants.”

They gave a wry smile, “Only if absolutely necessary.”

He rolled his eyes, but gestured to one of the beds, “You can take that one. I know you can’t see in the dark, so I’ll let you keep one of the rune stones lit. Just try to keep it on your side of the cave. I can’t sleep with too much light.”

Monet nodded their acknowledgement.

“We should both get some rest. Tomorrow’s going to be busy for both of us,” he instructed.

“Right. Well, goodnight,” Monet said as they made their way towards the bed Shinso had gestured to.

“Goodnight,” he replied, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Monet set their things down beside the bed - a large, plush cushion in a beautiful burgundy color- and sighed through their nose. Prisoner. That’s what Shinso had said they were to be. So far, it didn’t seem so bad. They at least had a comfortable looking bed, protection from the elements, which was important with winter coming. Even with the shelter Monet was going to start building within the next few days, nights especially would have been frigid. The cave wasn’t warm, but it was protected from the wind and it was warmer thanoutside.

They looked down at themselves and then at the bed. It looked nice and clean. Monet was most definitely not. A quick once over told them they were well past-due for a bath. They shrugged to themselves and looked for a comfortable looking place on the cave floor. Bathing and laundering their clothes would have to wait for tomorrow. For now, it was time to sleep.

Monet woke hours before Shinso. They spent the time unpacking as much as they were comfortable unpacking without Shinso awake to guide them on what could go where, and tidied up a little, then went outside to hang their plants to dry outside the mouth of the cave. With that done, they went back in to find Shinso still sound asleep. They shrugged and guessed that dragons needed more rest than humans did, and got to work on making new warding charms to hang around the outside of the cave.

They were outside hanging the first few charms they had finished when Shinso came out, looking like he was still waking up. He looked around for a moment, before he spotted them in a tree, a few branches up, looking very focused on the task at hand.

“What are you doing?” he asked through a yawn.

“Putting protections up. You may be an all-powerful dragon, but these wardings should keep unfriendly faces at bay for a few weeks,” Monet explained.

“Why only a few weeks?”

They finished tying off the last charm and looked down at him from where they sat, “The effectiveness wears off the more they’re used. So for this one, each person turned around wears down the spells efficacy.”

“Turned around? Will it work on you and me?”

They shook their head and started climbing down the tree, “It shouldn’t. The way I crafted it should keep us from getting turned around and lost, but keep everyone else awa-” they let out a shriek as their grip on the tree slipped and they fell to the ground. But they never ended up hitting the ground.

Shinso had caught them.

Monet blinked up at him with wide eyes, “Thank you,” and felt their face heat up. It had been a long time since they had been touched by another person.

He gave a small nod before gingerly putting them down, “Are you okay?”

They nodded, “Yeah. Sorry, I can be a little clumsy sometimes.”

“I see that,” he said.

They stood in awkward silence for a few moments before Shinso spoke again.

“Why did you sleep on the ground last night?” he asked, seeming to be genuinely curious.

“Oh! Um, I’m not exactly very clean and I didn’t want to ruin the bed,” Monet answered truthfully, face heating up again.

He considered this answer before responding, “Do you have any extra clothes?”

They shook their head, “I used to, but they got torn up a few weeks ago beyond what I could repair and I don’t have enough coin to buy new clothes.”

“Come with me.”

Shinso led the way back into the cave and made his way toward a large chest. When he opened it, fabric all but spilled out of it.

“See if you can find anything to your taste.”

Monet gave a nervous smile, “I think the harder part will be finding something that fits me,” they admitted. 

Monet was a little rounder than most people accounted for when they made clothes to sell. Usually, they had to get them tailored to fit properly.

Shinso’s brows furrowed at that, but he made no comment.

Monet dg through the clothes as gingerly as they could, not wanting to ruin anything with the filth they were covered in. Occasionally, they would bring something out and hold it up to themselves to see if it would fit, but put most of the items to the side. Finally, they found something. A wool dress that went down to their feet and a scarf sweater to go on top of it. This would be ideal for the long, cold winter months that were soon to come.

“You find something suitable?” Shinso asked.

Monet nodded.

“Good,” he tossed them a bar of soap and started making his way out of the cave.

Monet held the soap to their nose and took a deep inhale. It smelled of rose hip and a hint of honey. They wondered why he had something that smelled so sweet when he himself smelled of smokey bergamot.

“You coming?” he called back to them.

They started a little and scurried after him, “Sorry!”

“You apologize a lot,” he remarked when they caught up to him, “Even when you don’t need to.”

“Well, when the clan you grew up in didn’t like you very much, you learn to apologize for every little inconvenience,” Monet replied.

“Clan?”

“Mhm. I grew up in Clan Bakugou before they banished me.”

“Why would they banish you?”

They shrugged, “I suppose I got a little too into the ‘withcy’ side of healing. My mentore reported me to Chief Mitsuki and very soon after, I was banished and had to be out of the camp by sundown, despite her son’s protests.”

“Was her son your lover?” shinso asked.

Monet chuckled, “Perhaps he would have been later, but we were much too young for that yet. We had barely reached our fifteenth winter. But he was my friend.”

Shinso nodded in understanding, “How old are you now?”

They laughed, “Don’t you know it’s rude to ask a lady their age?”

“Don’t you know ladies don’t usually use ‘their’ when referring to themselves?” he countered.

“Fair point, dragon.

He made a face.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend,” Monet said quickly.

He shook his head, “It’s alright. Usually when humans call us ‘dragon’ it’s because they see us only as creatures and not as the intelligent beings we actually are.”

“I see.”

“As I said last night, you can call me Shinso.”

“Alright.”

They walked in silence for a few minutes before Shinso broke it.

“We’re here.”

“Here” ended up being a beautiful river.

“You can bathe and was your clothes here. Hardly anyone goes this far into the woods. No one should disturb you,” he explained, “I’m going to hunt nearby. If you need anything, just shout. I’ll hear you.”

“Thank you.”

He nodded once and closed his eyes. In a flash, enormous violet wings sprouted from his back. Monet had to stifle a gasp as they looked on in awe. They watched as Shinso shook out his wings and then started flapping them. Within two or three movements, he was up off the ground and into the sky.

Monet waited until he was out of sight before they stripped themselves of their clothes and weapons and got into the frigid water to bathe. Though the water was cold, they lingered a few minutes before they grabbed the soap Shinso had given them and started to bathe properly for the first time in ages. Sure they had bathed regularly, but soap was a luxury they often couldn’t afford. They undid the various braids in their hair and scrubbed at their scalp thoroughly, then washed the rest of their hair.

When they were finally done, they found a dry rock in the sun and laid there to air dry and enjoy the warmth the sunlight provided. They almost fell asleep sunbathing and decided it was time to clean their clothes before they got sunburnt. Once that was done, they laid the clothes to dry on on the same sunning rock to dry a little and laid beside them while waiting for the thinner cloth of their underclothes to dry.

Eventually, everything was dry to Monet’s satisfaction and they started to pull their underthings on. That’s when they appeared. Two men came out from the tree line.

One of them whistled their appreciation, “My my, what do we have here?”

The other man was busy weaving over Monet’s half naked body, “A pretty little doe, I reckon.”

Monet shivered, and not from the chill of the air against their mostly bare skin. They had been foolish enough to leave their weapons out of reach. They were left with their wits and the few things they could remember from their time with the clan. Hopefully muscle memory would be enough, It had been years since they had faced two opponents at the same time.

“Why doesn’t the little doe come over here?” the first man beckoned to them.

Monet’s eyes flit around for any sign of Shinso and wondered how long it took a dragon to hunt. They started to carefully make their way across the rocks towards the two men, doing their damndest not to slip.

“That’s a good girl.”

Their skin crawled both from being feminized and from the way both of them were looking at them. How far could dragons hear? Would Shinso even care if he heard their scream? After all, Monet was merely his prisoner. He didn’t have to come to their rescue. In fact, it was likely he wouldn’t.

Monet was alone.

The closer they got to the men, the more their skin crawled. Their intentions were clear as soon as they laid eyes on the half-dressed Monet.

They finally made it to where the men were waiting at the bank of the river. They stumbled, but caught themselves and scooped up a rock, hoping they wouldn’t notice. The man closest to them “caught” them and pulled them against his body. He reeked like old cheese, stale bread, and alcohol. Perfect.

He reached up and brushed some of their loose hair out of their face, “Suche a pretty thing to be by yourself.”

Monet shivered in disgust, and they tried to wretch themselves of his grip, but their back hit the chest of the other man. They froze, cornered, and did their best not to panic.

Deep breath in, deep breath out. Deep breath in-

Monet let out a war cry as loud as they could, praying Shinso would hear it, and swung their arm in an arc, hand aimed for the temple of the man in front of them, rock still clutched in their hand. The man crumpled to the ground on contact. Monet hoped he was dead.

The second man yelled, “You bitch!” and grabbed for them.

Monet threw an elbow at his nose and scrambled for their weapons, hoping to maybe throw one from a suitable distance. Their fingers barely wrapped around the hilt of their dagger when the second man tackled them to the ground. Monet groaned from the impact with the rocks, and felt something snap in their right arm, but felt no pain from how much adrenaline was coursing through their veins. The man flipped them onto their back and started tearing at their clothes.

Monet paused to catch their breath a moment, looking the man dead in the eye as they made sure the grip on their dagger was secure, and plunged it into his chest.

The man choked on air and wheezed a few times. A look of confusion crossed his face as Monet pulled the dagger out, a spray of crimson blood coming with it, and stabbed him again. He coughed blood onto their face and sagged over them, dead.

Monet heard the flapping of large wings, but paid it no mind as they heaved the man off of them and stabbed him three more times for good measure.

Arms wrapped around them from behind. They screamed again, praying for Shinso to get here when his voice said in their ear, “That’s enough. He’s dead.”

Monet was still full of adrenaline, retching out of his grip they turned to face him, dagger pointed toward him.

The sight of horns and wings and scales gave them pause and the haze of battle cleared from their mind, “Shinso?”

He held up his hands, “Yeah, it’s me.”

Monet fell to their knees and their stomach heaved.

The man they had assaulted with the stone groaned and moved a little.

Monet’s head snapped up, eyes full of fear.

Shinso was already on his way to the man. He reached down and with a loud snap, broke the man's neck and dropped him to the ground, dead. 

“He’s dead? Both of them? Are they dead?” their voice was hoarse.

Shinso nodded, “Yes. Both of them,” and made his way back towards them and knelt in front of them.

Monet sagged in relief and leaned their forehead against his bare chest. Neither of them cared about the blood they were covered in and getting all over him.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

They started sobbing in response.

[swallowtail-ageha]

Malenia for the ask meme!

Responding to this ask late because i have just come home fjvididksk but its here!!

Favourite thing about them i am so insane about the whole bodily autonomy rights surrounding her. You never had a choice in what you were born as you want to desperately run away from it but your body never belonged to you from day one and in the end you fall to your origins and hurt yourself badly. I also like the whole kindred of rot thing bcs its deeply sad like. They are both victims of it malenia who never wanted to host the rot and to whom the kindreds represent her falling to her worst impulses while the kindreds actively do something that malenia hates not out of malice but because they were born from that. *chefs kiss*

Least favorite thing about them uuuugh i feel like the promised consort battle of aeonia stuff has really cheapened her and the whole conflict and i think her whisper being "miquella awaits thee o promised consort" just sucks

Favorite line My flesh was dull gold...and my blood, rotted.Corpse after corpse, left in my wake...As I awaited... his return.

Its just so *froths at the mouth* it embodies perfectly her feelings about the scarlet rot and the shame that came from actually blooming for the sake of miquella and grappling with the fact that because of it she killed several hundreds of people and i am *aaaagh*

brOTP while i have started to headcanon their dynamic as being incestuous in the last few months, i think her and miquella's story also really works well as just a normal if tragic sibling relationship. I also see well a malenia and godwyn dynamic where well. Ok he wasnt the number one mother and father figure at once but i think he did rly care about her and in my headcanons he did a lot of legwork to include her in activities that she normally wouldn't be able to do by making them more accessible to her disability

OTP Malmiq lol. Its funny because i at first didn't even ship them, but dlc enabled me to ship it out of spite. I just. Really love the whole we are incestuous children of an incestous god angle of it and the fact that they influenced each other's lives and goals and personalities so much

Aside from that, finlenia. Like holy shit i am not normal about it. Imagine just being so loyal to/in love with your military leader you not only accept part of her curse but are also willing to drag her unconsious body for the whole continent in the middle of a civil war just to save her life. Fucking cinematic. Fucking beautiful

nOTP i dont even have anything against the ship per se because i find it really interesting dynamics wise but malenia/radahn has been ruined for me thanks to all the fucking violent rape porn revenge fanart of it

Random headcanon i think that she developed a very marked gallows humour. Like... since her childhood she expected to either die or turn fully into a vessel of rot so after a while she's like "oh well until i fix it i will just Joke About My Missing Limbs" which was very jarring to people who were personally meeting her for the first time

Unpopular opinion idk how unpopular it is but i think her devotion to miquella was. Unhealthy. I do think he loved her wholeheartedly (and didnt charm her opposed to what some people on some website say), and i don't even blame her for being so codependent with him (girl was neglected BADLY), tho

Song i associate with them least a song and more of an ost, but Divine Service from the Lies of P soundtrack! Its very melancholic and full of longing and nostalgy, which just

Favorite picture of them the one in the shaded castle! It is a pretty basic portrait, but the area building up to it is fantastic and elevates it in my mind

[underratedandoverit]

Like It Matters, You Can’t Escape

kip sabian/orange cassidy (can be read as gen)

~3,5k words

just angst. hurt/comfort. there is blood tho its not excessive, but its mentioned multiple times and someone is bleeding. based on the belt corruption arc, so unreality is present. also kip says fuck once. boop @midnightpretenders0

no proofreading apart from what docs pointed out to me, we post like we’re dying who cares (sorry)

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The lights hurt his eyes.

It had been this way for a while now. People thought he was pretentious, trying to hide his hurt and hold his head up high to cover it with pride when he kept wearing sunglasses all the time. That the loss and humiliation he went through in that title match were the things he was trying to cover up, to recover from.

But that couldn’t have been further from the truth.

Kip could barely remember that match. He was living through it mostly with replays that he saw, his own mind was almost entirely blank. He remembered walking out there, or the sensation of it at least, knowing that there was no way he could lose it. He hadn’t lost before, he sure as hell wasn’t going to start doing so that night either.

If it only hadn’t been for that dastardly Orange Cassidy.

He would still be champion. Still holding that sweet, sweet gold that made everyone fearful of him, made people finally respect him. Gave him the edge, the power over them. Made him the face of the company, gave him the bragging rights, made him more than just a shooting star in the eyes of the people.

The only vivid memory Kip had was Cassidy standing outside the ring, staring at him. The words of hatred, venom, vitriol spilling out of Kip, raving and screaming at the lazy man in his sunglasses to leave him alone. That whatever mind games he was trying, they weren’t going to work on him. That this was his time, and Cassidy wasn’t going to take it away from him.

That he was stupid. Useless. He was making a pointless effort. He would never be a champion again.

And then Kip got pinned.

A shiver shot through his entire body at the thought, the memory still so vibrant in his head even weeks later that it ached his entire being. He could feel his body hitting the mat as he was picked up and slammed down with force, his shoulders forcefully pinned down for a count. How he couldn’t get up again as soon as the ringing of the bell reached his ears. How it felt like all the power was drained from him in one fell swoop, the mat being the most comfortable yet cold and hard place he had ever laid on.

The lights on the ceiling were so bright even through the eyelids that had finally fallen shut after what felt like months of being forced to stay open.

Kip slowly sat up on the couch. The hand brushing over his tired face was stopped briefly as his fingers hit the bottom rim of the sunglasses; he couldn’t ever remember that he was wearing them to prevent the constant headaches. They were basically on by default at this point, whether he was awake or asleep. Watching the world through the dimmed lenses helped a little bit, but honestly not too much. It was all still a lot to take in, to actually watch it through his own eyes again, and to try to make sense of it all by himself.

He carefully lifted the glasses from his face, wiping his eyes with his free hand. When was the last time he had slept? Most of the time Kip just laid down whenever he could at that moment – in the bed, on the couch, sometimes on the floor when the effort of existing became unbearable to him. Sometimes that could lead to a short shuteye, but mostly he would just lay there, unable to pick himself up again, losing energy staying awake, refusing to move until he absolutely had to.

He was tired, growing more and more weary every day, but refusing to admit to anyone but himself.

Kip was especially refusing to admit it to the one person constantly asking him about it.

He slowly put up on his feet, steadying himself slowly against the armrest of the couch. Kip refused to look, but from experience he already knew his fingers, even with barely any strength in them, were holding onto the armrest like his life depended on it. It honestly might have as well, if he lost his balance in an already fragile state, who knows what he might break when he hit the floor.

Stopping to think for a while, Kip shook his head. No, that wasn’t true. He wasn’t weak like that. That wasn’t him, it was the lies being fed into his head. The lies told to him to poison his mind, taking him as a fool on face value, someone they could tell absolutely anything to, thinking he would believe them.

Maybe he had fallen for that stupid trick once, but he wasn’t going to do it again.

Pushing himself on the move, his hand slowly letting go of the armrest, Kip slowly wandered his way out of the living room. He needed something to stop the aching, to stop the trembling of his arms, his feet, his entire being. To stop the pounding of his head, the itch in his throat, the racing beating of his heart. He needed…

He just needed it to stop.

Kip found himself leaning against the kitchen sink. In the past few moments he didn’t even remember coming into the room, everything felt like a blur. He could feel his heartbeat in his ears, the world spinning behind the dark glasses, making it even harder to see. Hand reaching up to his face, trembling as he pulled the sunglasses off, flinging them to the floor.

The sound of the metal frames hitting against the hardwood floor made him want to throw up.

Ever since he had gotten out of what they referred to as “the haze”, every sound, every action, every flash of light, every color, everything felt like it was upped to an eleven in his mind. Everything hit so much harder on the inside, making him twist and turn, aching on places he didn’t even know existed before then. And yet, at the same time, physically everything felt so distant, every touch was barely there, he could barely feel the pain attached to him, he was growing so numb to it all.

Closing his eyes, Kip’s hand reached for the closest cupboard, muscle memory still remembering where the dishes were. He pulled down a glass, lowering it into the sink, the collision of glass against steel that was caused by his shaking hand ringing in his ears. He slowly lifted his hand up again, turning on the faucet, just barely enough for something to drop out of it. The sound was soothing, thankfully, but it still hurt his ears.

It was all just so much.

Impatient dark green eyes opened up, staring at the glass slowly filling up. It didn’t look appetizing in the slightest, but from what Kip could remember, it was going to help. That’s what he had been told, that’s what he had experienced before. It was a very temporary solution, but if it helped even a little bit, he was going to try to make the effort.

It was about halfway full when he turned the faucet off. Watching the last drops of water drop from it and hitting the surface of the water already in the glass, Kip winced a little. It barely made a sound, but to his head it felt the same as if someone had just slammed a door shut right next to him. It rang in his ears for as long as the surface of the water vibrated with every new drop hitting it.

Was any of this actually worth it?

He picked up the glass. It felt heavy, his fingers barely grasping it tightly enough. It was okay though, all he needed was a sip, just one. Just enough to make him be capable of something again, to make the nausea go away, to hold him on his feet for a moment longer.

Inhaling deeply, the glass met with his lips. The sensation of the cold glass was burning against his dry lips, clutching onto them like it never wanted to leave again once it landed there. Kip tilted the glass carefully, with hands shaking so hard he wasn’t even sure if he was doing anything. The effort was there, but was it enough, he wasn’t sure. Only after the first drops of water hit his parched mouth did he truly know.

For what felt like the first time in forever, Kip was able to hold up on his own, and do something for himself. Finally --

The cold water fell past his lips, on his chin, droplets falling against his chest, wetting the shirt he was wearing while slipping under the garment. The cold immediately hit him, making Kip flinch, trying to get away from something that was already on his skin, with no way of escaping the burning feeling that was trying to dig its way into his lungs.

He dropped the glass.

The sound of it shattering bringing him down on his knees on the cold floor.

Kip’s hands were faster than his mind, starting to collect the tiny shards of broken glass into a single pile. He couldn’t feel the glass breaking his skin, the blood trickling from his fingertips into the pool of water on the floor. Kip felt numb, working on autopilot, just wanting to make up for the mess he made. This was his fault, he had to fix it, this was the one thing he could fix, it was his fault, it was his fault, it was --

“Kip?”

He was breathing so heavy he could barely hear the voice. His hands stopped, only now noticing the trails of blood pouring from his fingers. Eyes widening Kip just sat there, staring at his own doing, his own actions, his hands that he still couldn’t feel, making the panic slowly rise in him at the thought of numbness he was going through.

Slowly a figure crouched on the floor next to him. Kip spotted it from the corner of his eye, but couldn’t bear to look at the other man, wide eyes still staring at the blood dripping from his hands. The glass that had been in his hands was in shambles on the floor, looking very much like how Kip was feeling on the inside of his mind right now, with no way of saying any of it. His eyes drifted from his hands back to the floor, to the bloody pile of glass he had tried to sweep together with his hands. It was incomplete, he thought, hand reaching down to it again.

“What are you --”

“It’s my fault,” he whispered, almost in trance continuing to sweep the rest of the broken pieces of glass into the pile he had created. He could finally feel the glass puncturing his skin, the tingling sensation making Kip bite his lower lip as he was trying to hold himself from trembling further. “I have to fix it.”

“Kip, it’s glass, you don’t --”

“I have to fix it!”

The sudden outburst clearly staggered Cassidy, the man leaning slightly backwards away from the other man. Kip didn’t look back at him, just continued to swipe the glass on the floor. “It’s my fault, I have to fix it.”

Cassidy looked at him from behind his sunglasses, but didn’t try to stop him. He knew exactly what was running through Kip’s head at that moment, and trying to intervene wasn’t going to help it. He could clean up his wounds afterwards, when Kip had calmed down and wasn’t trying to prove to himself that was capable of doing things himself. Taking care of himself. Fixing up his own mistakes, making him believe in himself to be capable again.

Kip’s hands stopped. Cassidy turned to look at the floor, seeing the good pile of glass on the floor. It surely wasn’t all of it, but for now it seemed to be enough for Kip’s mind to believe he had completed the task. He was still staring at the pile of broken glass, his bloody hands hovering over it, slowly but steadily droplets falling from the tips of his fingers every few seconds, hitting a random piece of glass. Cassidy could still see him trembling, carefully reaching a hand towards him to give him a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

“Okay, come on --”

Kip snapped out of his trance, almost violently whipping himself away from the other man, with the most force Cassidy had seen from him in what felt like forever. Unfortunately it happened in a situation like this, with Kip backing himself away from him until his back hit the door of the cabinet under the sink, forcefully stopping him in place.

“Don’t fucking touch me!”

Cassidy’s eyes behind the glasses darkened, him knowing that wide eyed, bewildered look way better than he should have. Kip was in shock, staring back at him, breathing heavy, looking like a wounded animal. He might as well have been one by the looks of it, being shoved into a cage against his will, just trying his best to both fight and flight at the same time. He was trembling visibly so much Cassidy wasn’t even sure how he had been able to hold himself together to get this far, if he was being honest.

He had to admit, Kip looked terrible. The days, weeks of insomnia and migraines had developed cruel dark circles around his eyes, the remains of the layers of unwashed eyeliner still visible, the shaky lines barely clutching to his lower lids. The silver color of the hair had faded a long time ago, leaving behind a messy blotchy bleach job mixed with his natural dark browns poking out here and there. The shaved sides had grown out a long time ago, and his unkempt beard was probably the worst Cassidy had ever seen it be. He wasn’t even sure when Kip had last showered, let alone changed his clothes, being stuck in the now wet dark t-shirt and pyjama pants for days on end.

And now he was sitting here, eyes wide, looking like he was on the verge of bursting into tears at any moment, bloody hands tainting the canvas of the pants he was holding them against, staring at the one man trying to help him like Cassidy was here to only hurt him, to pull him back to the depths that Kip had just barely managed to escape.

“I don’t need your help!”

As much as the words stung, Cassidy didn’t let it show. He knew Kip both meant it and also didn’t mean it. It was the heat of the moment speaking in him, the strong man he wished he could be again, not relying on anyone, especially on him. Cassidy knew this, this wasn’t anything new to him. Kip had yelled at him before, trying to make this exact same point.

But he kept forgetting that Cassidy knew what he was going through. This had also been him at a moment in the past, almost in this exact scenario. He had been that same animal ambushed into the corner, forced to accept help, everyone else around him knowing that he needed it, no matter how much he insisted otherwise. It had been the only thing that had actually kept him going, that helped him further, on the way to recovery.

“I can do this myself.”

His voice was noticeably quieter, Cassidy watching as Kip slowly leaned his head back against the cabinet door, closing his eyes. He was still tensed up, but he seemed to have gotten some sort of a hang of the situation. The thoughts in his head were racing, trying to find a place to put themselves into, trying to make sense of the sharp tingling all over his body. It wasn’t just the hands pierced with glass anymore, it was everywhere now that Kip was aware of. He shivered slightly, trying to level his breathing after the sudden outburst that admittedly had eaten up a lot of his energy.

But he needed to do this himself. He could do this himself. He had to, he couldn’t rely on a mortal enemy as his help for the rest of his life.

“I can…”

Kip swallowed the last word hard, biting his lip. The metallic taste slowly crept in, honestly not surprising him one bit. He inhaled deeply, feeling himself slipping, slowly starting to fall back into the numbness that had become so familiar, so uncomfortably comfortable to him as the days went on.

The light was still hurting his eyes.

He could hear Cassidy shuffling, but at that point Kip didn’t care anymore. Sure, whatever, he thought to himself, preparing for the touch he didn’t want to experience but he knew was inevitable. He had to accept it at some point that this was how it was going to be from now on, whether he liked it or not. Cassidy was there for a reason, after all, and he refused to go away as long as Kip was like this.

And who knew how long he would have to stay like this.

As the touch he had been loathing for didn’t happen, Kip slowly opened his eyes, head tilting back forward to observe the situation around him. Much to his surprise, instead of Cassidy going directly for him, the other man was on his knees on the wet floor, wiping the glass shards up with a towel, trying to clean the mess on the floor to the best of his ability. Kip watched him quietly, a part of him seething at him that he let Cassidy do his work for him, yet again, but… A part of him just let him do it. Kip was tired, exhausted, he was ready to give up.

What was the point of fighting it anymore?

As Cassidy finished, he pushed the towel to the side, getting back up on his feet. Kip watched as he glanced around the floor, walking up to the sunglasses Kip had thrown away earlier, picking them up. He quickly wiped the lenses with the hem of his shirt, before shooting a look from across the room towards Kip. He hadn’t moved, he barely reacted as he locked eyes with Cassidy.

The stare down continued for a brief moment before Cassidy finally walked back to him, handing him the sunglasses. It had been his idea after all, if someone knew how to handle the excessive lights, of course it was going to be the man that seemed to wear them every single hour of the day. As Kip didn’t react to him handing them over, Cassidy crouched in front of him, carefully sliding them on his face.

The metal frames pressing against the sides of his face made Kip hiss a little, but as the sunglasses settled in their place, the familiar calm washed over him. It wasn’t a lot, but it definitely helped the situation.

“Can you stand?”

Kip looked at him for a moment, but didn’t reply. Cassidy nodded, standing up and stepping back a little, giving him space. Kip slowly shifted on his spot, trying to get his legs under him. As he quickly came to the conclusion though that it wasn’t going to help him as there was practically no power left in him, his hand instinctively reached for the edge of the sink to help pull him up.

Only for Kip to yelp in sudden pain at the force being put on his hand, as the shards of glass in him sunk in further.

Cassidy acted faster than even he thought possible, already on Kip’s side as his legs gave out again, falling against the other man. Cassidy’s arms were tightly around him, holding him up, the whimpering mess of Kip leaning against him, barely standing up as his hand tried to find something to grasp onto, leaving bloody hand prints on Cassidy’s white shirt as he eventually grabbed it in an attempt to try to steady himself.

“You’re good, I got you.”

He helped Kip steady on his feet, throwing one arm around his shoulder as Cassidy steadied him with a hand around his hip. Leaning against his shoulder Kip had to admit that it helped – he didn’t like to say that, but it was at least a step further. It was a step away from the floor, from the kitchen, from this whole goddamn mess he had gotten himself into.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, okay? You’re going to be fine.”

Kip didn’t reply as Cassidy started to direct the two of them out of the room, pacing his steps slowly so Kip could follow along easier. The hold Cassidy had of him was the most steady Kip had felt in ages, even though he was still a trembling, bleeding mess. He didn’t want to admit that he needed the help, that it actually did help to have someone there for him in situations like this. He wanted to say he could handle himself, that he could do all this by himself.

But he also knew that all of this was his own fault.

[general-marzipan]

hello i have le question. who is your favourite tf2 mercenarie

Hello Heough! My favorite for quite some time has been the Engineer! I love the emotion shown in his Meet the Team short despite his laidback nature. I love his newest cosmetics from the summer update - they really suit him well! Even with the development of my oc Darnell, I get to think about how Dell is written as a character and how he and Darnell would interact on the job (i think about these two constantly!). AND CAN WE TALK ABOUT LIL POOTIS SEASON 2 PREMIERE!! I think about that specific Engie all the time, how it took a completely different interpretation of Dell and still made it believable to the actual character (Dell is such a versatile character i love it).

Though I do think I’m going back to liking Scout again as my favorite merc. I’ve seen a lot of SFMs and other memes and shorts with him lately, and its so funny to see how people would interpret in modern day. The accent is also a plus! I love quoting him at random points of the day - the accent is just so fun to do! You even feel like a Scout when you’re doing it!

However, I’m slowly starting to realize the potential of Sniper being my favorite. Throughout the years, Ive fallen for each class at least once, but somehow never could see myself liking sniper as my favorite. Sure, he’s super cool and professional at his job, you cant deny that, but something was always missing. I’d see every go crazy for him, and i just wouldn’t understand why exactly. Id see sniperscout shippers thirsting over sniper and wonder ‘whats that all about’ (in a good way tho). After rewatching the Meet the Sniper short a bunch of times tho recently, I felt a sort of realization, and a little more of a connection to his character (not much, but enough for me to like him a little bit more than before). Something about his standoff nature always perturbed me before, but now Im slowly starting to unravel the mystery of his character. (Not to mention im also starting to see more SFMs with him in it). Maybe also one day finishing the comics will help me to better understand his character, but for now i just think he’s pretty cool.

Similar to sniper, I’m also starting to realize the potential of medic. Yeah, i kinda liked him before when i first started getting into tf2, but i think that was bc most content was made about him and being shown everywhere. Like you’d find fanart online and it’d be a chibi medic or a medic with slicked back hair or something (lol the 2 genders of fanart). Still, in a way, i never could understand the character more than what people thought of him at the time: “sexy doctor that is covered in blood but also kawaii when heavy is around”. Though, once again, im going through content again and love seeing the character development within all sources of media (i think emesis blue also made me like it bc of his struggle with the events going on around him :p). Still, babysteps when it comes to liking characters i suppose. (The recent SFMs ive seen with him tho are amazing).

But if we’re talking about Soldier, oh man oh man. HE IS ONE OF THE FUNNIEST AND MOST COMPLEX CHARACTERS IN VIDEO GAME HISTORY. Every day i learn something new about him. I love his gruff voice, similar to scout, you’re just compelled to do it all the time cause its so fantastic and comical. I ALSO JUST READ THE SCREAM FORTRESS COMIC FOR THE FIRST TIME FOR HALLOWEEN AND HE’S HILARIOUS IN IT HELLO?!?! Love his dynamic with everyone in that one, he’s such a fricking man child i love it. For the past few days ive been thinking about his scenes in that. Absolutely love it. The SFMs and memes of him are super funny, AND THE RENDITION OF HIM IN EMESIS BLUE IS SO COOL, I DIDNT EXPECT ALL THAT TRAUMA TO HAPPEN TO HIM. Not to mention the workshop taunts i see of him are absolute gold, star spangled strategy will always live in my head rent free. CAN WE ALSO TALK ABOUT HIM IN EXPIRATION DATE PLEASE?! He is so funny in that one, every scene with him in it is hilarious, people are even pointing out new things i havent even noticed before years later. If i could, i would be Soldier tf2. I wanna be him so bad.

Uhhhh the other mercs are also really cool, but i havent made that much of a connection to them, though i will say when they have their moments, they truly shine through. Every day I learn something new about tf2, and it always throws me for a ride.

Lol sorry about the long post, can you tell I like these guys a lot?

[relamune]

Kael'thas for the ask meme thingy please i need

favorite thing about them Okay I'll try not to write a novel here but there's so little I don't adore about Kael'thas & it's hard to choose just one thing for this lmao. Like you can tell he cared/cares about his people a LOT, he just made some very poor decisions. I love that despite everything he tries to put the blood elves first, he definitely shouldered way more responsibility than he really needed to even for their leader imo, he had other people he could have relied on to share that burden! but he didnt!

Even before the scourge or the outlands, kael had SUCH an interesting personality? Like hes sometimes this bratty childish prince that can be stubborn as hell if he doesnt get his way but he's also easily one of the most powerful mages at the time, even getting on the council of six seemingly relatively easily because of it. So he may be a bit spoiled but he definitely clearly knows how to reign himself in & be serious when he needs to be & that makes him such a fun character with depth beyond just leaning into one trait or another.

Blizzard really shafted themselves when they tossed him away, I would have LOVED to see him progress through the expansions beyond being forgotten about until Shadowlands. least favorite thing about them how blizz threw him away :) I will never recover from the knowledge that they used him PURELY to fill a raid boss slot. He had SO MUCH POTENTIAL. I guess on the other hand we probably wouldn't have nearly as much content with the triumvirate as we do but I'm still not happy about nerfing Kael like that. favorite line "This is your brain, say hello brain. (brain says 'Hello!') And this is your brain on fel magic: (fel magic burns)(brain cries in pain) Any questions?"

(Honestly any of the HoTS quotes are gold this one just made me laugh the hardest) brOTP Hot take perhaps? Sylvanas pre-scourge. I like to imagine he kept trying to play matchmaker with her & lorthemar at that time & both of them hated the concept (but unfortunately kael is a stubborn bitch) but otherwise their friendship was equal parts business and jovial (as much as Sylv could be anyways) OTP honestly a BIG tie between Kael x Rommath & Kaellidan nOTP Controversial take in the Kael fandom probably but Jaina. I like them as friends or friendly rivals but don't really understand why there would be romance between them. random headcanon okay idk if this is gonna make sense & this is more of like a character study headcanon rather than a legit "this is how I think he goes about life" sort of thing but i have a big hc the triumvirate are just...sections of Kael. His laidback/care free traits being Hal, His leadership & determination & drive to protect the blood elves being Lorthemar, & his passion for magic & everything scholarly being Rommath. Idk maybe I'm looking to far into it but the fact Lor has reminded Rom of Kael on more than one occasion & vice versa really has me thinking on this.

If you want like a legit headcanon tho I definitely think Rommath got his humor and love of puns from Kael back from when they were younger. Kael said one (1) pun once, Rom laughed his ass off (& still refuses to admit it), & has come to appreciate the crafty wordplay of puns ever since.

Also another for you as an excuse to put it somewhere :: his title "the sun king" was actually from Illidan, back during one of their first meetings. Illidan meant it more in a derogatory way towards kael but kael thought it was brilliant & adopted it unpopular opinion i,,, actually dont like his VA in TBC. Nothing against the guy personally, imo it just doesnt fit Kael? I liked the one they used in Heroes of the Storm & SL (which i...THINK is the same person? idk im bad with remembering names but they sound similar so im sticking with that assumption) song i associate with them I have way too many actually that are just ship songs but I do associate this one specifically with Kael

Glass Animals - The Other Side of Paradise favorite picture of them his hearthstone battleground illustration does very gay things to me

[ionianwanderer]

Headcanon Questions

What are your muse’s most negative traits? how do these traits influence their lives?

I tend to see Yasuo as not only someone who struggles with addiction but also with a lot of bottled up anger that tends to explode if left unchecked. Unfortunately for him that goes hand in hand with his drinking. So we can pin him down as aggressive but not outwardly, to an extent, you know what I mean? This manifests in a way that when he’s having a hard time he’s just a bomb waiting to go off every single time. And while it can affect his relationships with people (trust me it does) he tends to explode more in a self destructive manner, like a punishment to himself. Granted, you see a friend/acquaintance of yours losing their damn mind and struggling so hard you wanna help out right? Yasuo is unfortunately the type that turns the anger he’s holding inward on the person trying to help. It branches from both ego and his stubbornness and a whole other cocktail of fucked mental health issues that he’s not ready to admit himself. Raising also his recklessness and placing it on the table. A man who has nothing left to give, after losing everything, tends to live a life so carelessly that he could give less of a shit what happens to him. It’s something that he clings to in the back of his mind and while he has waned away from it, a presence is still found in the way he picks up his current work of being either a bodyguard or an assassin or what have you. He takes risky jobs for whatever gold he could get just for a thrill but also the off chance it might be his last. :)

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Does your muse consider themselves a good person? why or why not?

At some point he must have. I would say now… it’s a little more gray for him. It isn’t like he doesn’t go out of his way to help others as best as he can. People were so kind to him when he was on the run, at least a majority of them, that he does his best to repay the favor-- indebted in his mind from the love of strangers in his homeland. But he can’t shake the amount of blood that stains the very core of his being, as much as he tries to come to terms with it. There’s just no way he could see himself as a fully ‘good’ person with that amount of carnage on his hands. Because in the end-- a good person would have just turned themselves in to face consequences in the name of honor, correct? But he stood by his own words, his own experience and he’d rather die than admit that his ego was the reason he had to run away from everything, and eventually, lose it all.

Has your muse ever been arrested? if so, what for?

Bar fights are this mans fucking kryptonite for real. He’s been thrown into jail for that the most because he’s certainly a type of way(™) about them considering a lot of his scars are from duking it out off his ass. He should’ve been arrested for other things but we won’t dwell on that.

Does your muse favor nonviolence? will they be violent if needed? do they revel in violence?

After having a loooong period in his life where he’d strike first ask and deal with the consequences later, he really only pulls out his sword if he really fucking needs to now. Part of him has become almost disgusted with it I think, but he does it because he has to-- like duty, a really fucked up duty tho. He already has a blood stained blade and no matter what he can do to cleanse it-- it will continue to be used to cull one way or another, you feel me? But like circling back to one of his negative traits being aggression, Yasuo can definitely fly into blind rage sometimes (once again manifestation of bottling that shit the fuck UP) and that kinda veers him into the direction of he’s doing this cause he can and has the ability to. I wouldn’t say he relishes in violence but there is a part of him that knows that violence is an easy way to end something and that he doesn’t have to worry about certain things if he just gets rid of them. 

Does your muse have any specific fears? is there a reason why they fear these things?

I love, love to talk about how he’s scared of spiders. It started off as a “funny haha” sort of headcanon back in 2014 but it ended up spilling a little bit into this full fledged thing. Ionia tends to have a lot of flora and fauna that HATE YOU for existing so I always thought he had to have had the worst type of experience when he was a kid. A more secluded Ionian village has no shortage of bugs from those he enjoyed catching (lightning bugs, dragonflies, butterflies) to those he’d rather avoid (spiders, centipedes, crickets/grasshoppers)-- so I like to think that part of his fear of spiders stems from 1) his mother being the one scared of them in the first place and Yasuo’s little baby brain being like “ohh… these are Bad And Scary” but also! 2) There was a moment as a child (6-7) where he was playing by this little stream behind their home, he’d done it a million times but this time he’d disturbed a burrowing spider that jumped out at him which made him bust his ass in the water. That, plus getting a bunch of scrapes and cuts from the rocks in the stream, did not help with that whole experience. From then on it's just been arachnophobia central with him. As a teenager he’d yell so hard for Yone to take spiders out of his room that he was borderline hysterical about it, fun times.

[notallwonder]

Alright. We are here. At the end(ish). CM 16x10 "Dead End".

Spoilers and whatever my addled brain wants to express under the cut. This may be a long one.

I don't know why this show makes me so happy despite its many deficiencies. tbh I think it's bc I am job hunting and this at least gives me a lil shot of dopamine or seratonin or whatever the fuck. Also Paget Brewster.

The things I want out of this season finale: Prentiss. I hope she gets to smile and smirk and not just be mad/sad/worried. I wanna see some good moments for Luke, though I'm less hopeful on that front. I want to see something good for Tara. What that could be...dunno. As for the rest - I don't think I even care that much? I suspect it will end in some sort of cliffhanger.

Okay, now that I have unwisely embarked on this journey in the wee hours of the night...

I wonder who will get to wear the Brown Jacket this episode?

oh boo the black & white flashbacks are still here...I hate that choice.

it's a pleasure to see Krystall again tho. I always liked her.

laying on the ol' "FBI behavioral analysis heroes stop real monsters" schtick real thick there guys. it's funny of me to get annoyed about this on this, the "FBI are real heroes" show. but I do.

good onya Dave, found the mood lighting. LOL at the oxygen meter. LMAO even MORE at Dave finding the wifi router.

it's still so stupid that Will is there lol

this is the first time I have truly hated Elias Voit. who would rather speak to Bailey when Emily Prentiss is right there on the phone? only a stupid little man apparently. although - Bailey would be way easier to manipulate so maybe not so stupid.

omg incredible forehead moment there. ma'am your eyebrows (what have i become)

love the implication that Dave just recites quotes to himself. kinda tracks

this situation with Bailey makes me go *grimace emoji*

has Bailey been a gold star lesbian this whole time?

t's so stupid that Will gets lines and Luke still gets shafted. I don't hate Will, but...really?

god now JJ says "wheels up"? sorry, hate it

WOW okay. So Gold Star is a secret program of some kind. And now we're talking "legal" and "extralegal" options with the AG. boy. whew. god why did I get attached to this fucking show.

though - AG slaying in that black suit/purple blouse situation.

"they would see through it, the BAU" - because the BAU are the good guys, not involved in (implied unethical?) secret shit? what the ever loving shit is this.

Adam Rodriguez just doing the most with his beautiful face and voice. thank you sir

bummer that I have to watch most of Joe Mantegna's acting from a weird vantage point and on a phone screen on a TV screen.

oh wait now we get a Badass Marine Rossi Montage

absolutely incredible, the bizarre combinations of ads I get when I watch this show. After Rossi's explosive moment, I just got served an ad about a disease that causes curvature of the erection due to scar tissue. what the fuck paramount plus

is it just me or did the audio get weird now that we're back in Emily's office

"politics" there that is again

Ghost of Krystall Past! Welcome to the shitshow! you look fabulous

"we were just getting started" I wish they did this echo thing with lines that actually were interesting

I do love Emily being constantly like "WHAT tHE Frickle FRACKLE" but I worry for her blood pressure. can she ride along. I want her in every scene, not just stuck at the BAU on Chicken Roaster time

Elias please tell your wife you want to wear the Moose dog collar and that's why you saved it. whoops missed opportunity babe

Emily. ma'am. you are beautiful, gorgeous, smokin'. etc.

what are you Bailey, a vampire

I mean...I am intrigued about what the fuck this is all about. they've got me on the hook. can they reel me in?

the implication here is that Voit has knowledge/dirt that they want kept secret. So he's a little bit in kind of a Snowden position?

OH SHIT BAILEY DEAD

WILL BEEN SHOT (saw that one coming, why else would he be there). dont worry he's fine guys. no stakes

YAS Tara. There's that steel. I missed that steel.

JJ and Sydney. Classic mom to mom interview, right?

LOL they're begging Sydney to help them find David Rossi, that annoying old dude that accosted her in the cereal aisle.

in my opinion this episode has a weird denouement energy. like...it didn't feel climactic even in the shootout scene. maybe on rewatch

it's really too bad that me and the CME showrunner(s) have such a disagreement on what parts of this show/world are worth expanding upon. the emotional beats/storyline with Elias and family are fine. They are kind of interesting even. More interesting to me than plenty of the 300 some previous unsubs. but...a simple 2 minutes scene of Emily Prentiss in her own home? I would dine on that for weeks, months, years. it's all about priorities. I get it. I've been thinking about that - about the fact that I have not been watching the same show they've been making. I mean...literally I have. But that's how art works in some sense. someone creates a thing, and I encounter that thing, engage with it. I bring whatever I bring to the encounter, and walk away having had an experience that the original creator *might* have intended in and might not, depending on how you define that. maybe we're ships passing in the night. i'm sure i'm not articulating this very well. it's almost 3 a.m. here.

good news for the Tyler dislikers out there

Rossi now that you're back at the BAU the first thing you better be doing is groveling at Emily Prentiss's feet and apologizing for your behavior sir.

oh, BIG HUG! *heart eyes*

oh my GOD I am just CACKLING WITH LAUGHTER. Emily Prentiss big embrace to Mr. JJ, Will Lamontagne Jr. INCREDIBLE. IN-CRED-IBLE!!!!!!! this kind of comedy is...I don't have words for it. it's like...a teeny tiny version of what I imagine that Supernatural Nov 5 Emotion was like. I witnessed but did not feel that feel. but this might be a related feel.

aw Bailey. you join the dead agents wall. aw Emily - big sigh. sweet sad face. couldn't love you more.

yesssss, I have collected yet another line spoken between JJ and Emily that is not case-related!! (I think I am up to 2? 3?). "your eulogy was beautiful". classic jemily right there!

Prentiss cogs still turning

LOL calling Bailey a "comrade-in-arms" sorry it's just funny that this is supposed to have real emotional weight. I get it that it has weight for the team; but the audience...we barely knew ye Doug Noodle.

not lost on me that we're winding down on the "couples" here. Pen & Luke; Will & JJ; Tara & Emily lol

JJ's line to Will "I have a confession to make...I liked it a lot better when I didn't have to see you in the line of fire." Wow, groundbreaking confession there. I mean...we already know this. Not only is that, like, a very normal sentiment regarding someone you love, but also remember Hit/Run? I do really enjoy JJ insulting her husband. "yeah, well next time don't get shot [idiot]" I like that as part of their dynamic. it feels authentic to JJ in some way. she does that sarcastic thing.

GOD I wanted SO HARD to see Voit's shoes, which I assume were government issued dirty orange Crocs

y'all, so help me, I liked this season. I like that it's given me more raw material to work with, I guess. I LOVE that it gave me silver fox Prentiss. The ham-handedness and bad writing and pacing issues and all of that are clear weaknesses that are also pretty clear carry overs from the original run. No shock or surprise there, and I am (too) forgiving, especially because they have genuinely tried to do something new-ish. Did they succeed? I mean. yeah. Did they succeed *well*? Not really.

As for the ending...they set themselves up for the new season, enough intrigue to get me to keep watching (I would have anyway because i somewhat embarrassingly have ONE priority). It feels like some secret spy shit, which I can only hope means *something* in terms of call backs to Emily's secret spy shit days (it won't since this isn't the Emily Prentiss show, which I will always be sad about).

I cannot bring myself to be mad about various choices like Garcia's characterization, the JJ and Emily situation such as it isn't, even Rebecca. I think the door is still open for Rebecca to be part of the story moving forward. The Garcia character assassination is...well it is jarring and still feels oddly simplistic to me, though I think they are aiming for complexity. I am still waiting on some real consequences / real accountability for her and I'm not sure I'll ever be satisfied in that arena. She admitted in the finale that she fell back into old patterns, and Luke joked that if people didn't do that they'd be out of a job, with the hilarious implication that PG's bad relationship habits are comparable to...serial killer shit. Adam Rodriguez stays giving a really enjoyable performance as a man who loves this woman honestly more than seems wise - he is getting his heart stepped on but won't abandon her. And I don't know that he's necessarily pining, so much as he is committed to being her friend despite her carelessness. I am mad that Luke didn't get much of anything of his own this season.

I hope the folks creating CME take some time to do a critical post-mortem. I hope they're not just patting themselves on the back. I generally appreciate what they're trying to do, but I want them to figure out how to do it better.

[house-of-mirrors]

18, 26, 28 👀

I'll be ambitious here and answer for everyone since you didn't specify hehe

18. a memory that still makes your OC angry?

Orsinio: Since he's gotten tenure at the university, whispers have died down, but he still knows how much people at Summerset resent him, and he doesn't forget what they said to him even if they're pretending to like him now. More than almost anything, he hates his competency being questioned because of disability and origin. If ur mean to him, prepare to get poisoned, have your scandals published in an exposé, or both

Lucretia: The murder of Orsinio's brother Horatio, whom she had unresolved feelings for. It was unfair and needless violence, she'll never quite be over it, and she's great at repressing feelings till they boil over. Orsinio was the one to do Nemesis, and she feels he deserved to because it was his brother, but sometimes she wishes she'd done it.

Samuel: In his days as a zee captain, anyone who insinuated he didn't actually care about his crew because he's aloof got promptly thrown into the water. Now anyone who hurts his loved ones becomes public enemy no. 1

Miles: Standing across from their father's desk while he told them that they would never amount to anything, which led to the decision to come to the Neath. The fact that no matter how hard they try, they still can't forget him or stop caring about his approval. This festering anger and loathing is what sent them on the path North

Skies Captain M.: uhhhhh whatever tf is going on at Brabazon

26. least favorite food and color?

Interesting! I never really thought too much about this, new OC lore being developed as we speak. Hmm (on a related note I would not survive the Neath because I hate mushrooms lol)

Orsinio: Color: the rotten orange of the Parabola sky. He really doesn't like being there, it holds mostly bad memories for him, and it's a pale imitation of what can never be returned to. Food: he doesn't like chocolate because I don't like chocolate.

Lucretia: Color: red, she's a doctor so sees lots of blood, the stains are impossible to get rid of, and it's a reminder of suffering and sickness. Also Nemesis related trauma. Food: She grew up with great food insecurity so tbh she'll eat anything. She doesn't strike me as a seafood person tho, so uh good luck being in the Neath

Samuel: Color: green and gold, haunted by the lure of the East. Food: hmm he's got the autism so there's probably lots, strikes me as the kind of guy to live off the same 8 things forever. He's a bartender, but I think for a specific example of something he doesn't like, it's fruity drinks. Fruit can be tasty but fruit flavoring... that is a minefield

Miles: Color: their family made its fortune in textiles, so everything was garish bright colors. Miles avoids that and tends to favor dark and neutral colors, earth tones. (Good thing a certain Professor uses that pallet) Food: They strike me as picky about vegetables. Autism also

Cap: Color: that horrible beige-grey-white that permeates the Blue Kingdom. Sapphir'd King can ssuck their ass. Food: you know what? congrats Cap, you're vegetarian now, they're not a meat person and completely lost their appetite for it with all the weird settlers in the Reach that eat people. No UP in this house! Not doing it!

28. is your OC a dog or cat person?

Orsinio: dogs

Lucretia: cats

Samuel: birds

Miles: crawlies (slugs, snakes, yeah)

Cap: inadvisably big dogs

[typingatlightspeed]

Ngl. I am tempted to learn Blender in order to make MI-inspired cosmetics and upload them to the Steam Workshop to get them into TF2 for real lmao. Cuz like, ok. We already have faun feet for Scout, werewolf cosmetics for Demo, Engie's got plenty of cyborg stuff, Sniper doesn't need anything ofc, and Medic does technically have a wings cosmetic too.

But I would love to add in:

-a kitsune set for Spy (tails/ears, probably, maybe also the claws)

-give Medic better wings cuz the old ones are kinda cruddy, and also probably bird feet + hands, kinda like the Abhorrent Appendages for Pyro

-maybe a whole body replacement like the voodoo-cursed souls for Heavy, to make him look more Jotun

-maybe at least a stitched line around Soldier's neck to indicate it was cut off? Or you could have the whole head rotten above the line too. I feel like the collar would be too kinky for a general TF2 audience tho lol

-pyro would be another tough one, but maybe a whole head replacement that's just a will-o'-the-wisp ball of flame? I dunno if Valve would accept it tho, because 1) conflicts with Unusual effects, 2) class/team recognition issues, and 3) looks too much like the player is actually burning to death and needs to be extinguished, adding too much visual confusion and clutter. Still, something to think about.

Obvs most if not all of these would be Halloween-restricted, being such radical deviations from the mercs' normal appearances, but I still think it'd be really fun lol

AAAAA ANON I AM LOSING MY MIND (and have been for two days since I got this ask aaaaaahhhhh) I WOULD OWE YOU SOME KIND OF BLOOD DEBT YOU'RE AMAZING FOR EVEN THE THOUGHT ILU

So I know I've said it a brazillion times but Demo's werewolf cosmetics are actually the entire reason for MI! I was salty people kept writing Sniper as a werewolf but not Demo when dude was the one with cosmetics! That said I'd kill for something more lupine, less old-school Wolfman, but it would deffo be redundant. (I almost just used the comedy term "that would be putting a hat on a hat" but then I remembered that that's actually a cosmetic in TF2 so the phrase isn't exactly salient in this setting lol.)

My Scout loadout is the Hero's Tail, Baphomet's Trotters, and Antlers (I hate the dumb belt thing but it is what it is lol), so faun!Scout is deffo doable in the game. :3 And I plan on playing with the cyborg cosmetics that have been added to the game in later MI stuff eventually (spoilers? lol). I love the designs of those, building off of the chunky Gunslinger aesthetic and the designs of the sentries and dispensers and such, really really great holistic design philosophy out of the workshop creators who made those other pieces. They absolutely fuck.

But YEEEESSSSS a kitsune set for Spy would be the greatest thing ever ough. In my head I see it as the tails and a classic kitsune mask tilted to the side or up, with his eyes changed (orange-gold with slit pupils) and fangy teeth. And this one is the most blue-sky but if I could animate I'd do a taunt for him where he pulls a hoshitama out of his jacket pocket and does a little fushigi juggling with it before tucking it back away, lol.

Medic's little costume wings are cute (I deffo have a pair lol) but a nice big realistic set with bird feet and hands would be amazing! Ough WANT.

I like that idea for Heavy, since he's one of the hardest to represent in-game, since you can't change his size (he'd be the size of VSH Saxton if he were MI accurate lol). A full-body skin to give him that blueish gray skin, slightly pointed ears, and glowing eyes would be super cool. <3 Heavy's already so dreamy, it would be enchanting! Ooh part of the skin being the ring on his finger, too. :3

And lol yeah the collar on Soldier would almost assuredly be too kinky for general TF2. We couldn't even get Scout in a crop top (which is forever a tragedy). A rotten head could work, as would the neck scar, I think. Sadly straight up removing his head would not work from a gameplay perspective, lol. Unfair to Sniper players lmao. He's probably the hardest to convey.

For Pyro a will-o-wisp head would be most likely to actually get into the game, since the mystery of Pyro's face is The Joke. To make him MI authentic the way to do him would be to sculpt him a new head and face and stuff, and give him textures that make him look on fire, maybe a little flame effect animation atop it, plus some serious jiggle bones on his hair that keeps it in motion constantly. Make him a very mild light source. But, again, absolutely wouldn't get into the game lol.

And yeah they'd deffo be Halloween/Full Moon restricted, but tbh that makes a lot of sense anyway, lol. After all, they *are* monsters. :3

[missmitchieg]

I like Jade Waters and at least she's more interesting than Cat and it sucks we won't see her again since the actress has other projects and Messer says that everything gold star related is done. Watch them bring back Pete just for being Bailey's brother but not Jade tho

Oh, if they fucking bring back Pete just for being Doug's brother, I'm gonna be pissed. I liked Jade (Damian as well, to an extent, and I was sad when he gave the signal to shoot him) and I'm gonna miss her. Emily could've visited her in Prison and taken the poor girl under her wing. They had a whole Moment about "some man holding you down". Like, come on.

I feel like if Liana Liberato didn't have other commitments, I could've had more fun watching her bond with Emily than watching Tyler be an agent. At least this way, Greencia really can't happen ever again. I mean, not without giving Emily another migraine and probably Luke popping a blood vessel because "HIM? AGAIN?".

(I still kinda want Tyler to meet one of Garcia's exes so they can just get in a fist fight over a disparaging comment about her that fuels Tyler's be better thing. Don't care the context.)

[libidomechanica]

Goddess

A Meredith sonnet sequence

               1

I gladly will both least; yet this? Death and   legs were none mans eye can a sweet all allured   by the blossomed and prayers here. For thee. All things, when I sign’d; labouring to quench’d th’ unwilling to me, why should   it hangs o’er though Nature stood silent be   or spill. Still intent, in dying lies! For the throne, his gladness, Paine doth speake anew: but shadow to dismissed her eyes, in colours   could, my loue-affamisht hart like the   hills. And to thee, and thy mamie, shall love stol’n from yours forever and your vessel bear their cruelty, the same playnts, prayer   form, with one words ye by no more—mething   thy pyramids built me up. When I hope of natures skill excelling miseryes.

               2

Passing his day, ye wadna been sae shy;   for laik o’ gear maks you loved all admire,   her sweet the womb is not favoured a pretty lad, said thy continue to go where the parts; the father taken by iron,   by his drink in despising, haply   I thinke amidst tel, within the dear objects than share a tulip seen at her, my innocence breeze; no more—methinks a lass   of motion as welcoming hame o’t.   Most quiet as ill force to his own: they share a love alone: the bride in rape: unpraise of pure affections—sun’s and he a   broke. Dead fleece, therefore, when they’re only I   could rather throw me be copartner of my heartfelt prayses fill who wants to die.

               3

The Powers and gold, that nether organ   vocal within. And the thus beguile: a   mortality, when, from thee ere Cuckow, messenger proud hart. Fail I alone on my paine all their care, and age-bent, so longer   understander to come, sister   memory of the most as things and hot, and eke her abstaine,&with generous wrong. It is noticing and yet not heart beats loud   alarms. A place and have thy crew, the pearls   of thee for euery one, what a table laws unto the golden bee. The heat or Vesper, amorous smelling towers in   the quest garden is adorns will dare disturb   the underground for all too near. In her accepted, and never the reward.

               4

And strikes it and you expresse.—Robert Burns:   grant mew, then prevailing, born with fancies   vayne: so goodly wonne, that when thou in his mother kisses rain into thee in the warl’ asklent, but the fire with though distrust   she sayes tear hath no contemplation and   heaven to himself is not, alas, from op’ning the flees away, dearest Julia’s hair and her eyes twinkle o’er, when though her   voice is out of this such fragrant that mourning   wind went aboard. Lay so naked salt lawn in bare feet and be ye sure I find, have the same lofty country swain, to show   precede: the foe: or strife soon the things remove   his hart, that great enough in these stone shoes in the skies, those to a Woman Old.

               5

And which you this sorowes glides are hovell’d   as we flit by equals he sight of   my dying so be hell; not blame yonder girl within, the evening, lingers number who bounty fed; robert Burns: grant with reason   cannot I wink, when he her poniard,   had I begonne, of the same. Oh, beloved from his mother side. A crystal brow, so radiant eye, within the peopled with   meeke her countenance dear objects that to   the crew of roses the leave thy pipe, thy much by soften heat? The winter’s holiday, then he looke of a noble and that   the vanquished his universal frame day.   Sin’ thou art mellow, good manners may her fayre it cheek, then no mercy is thy sight.

               6

Now raving-wild, I feare to proceed out   of thee. Reddest inspire, is built ten blood;   make payment of words and you, kind of his fingers, asleep and boldly place. As beings turn’d fiend suspect both the room thoughts their   layes. You say your barns will go; I turn soure   is like to a Comedy: so doon, sure on earth which they know solitary gloom then, thoughts doo day as long he stone than the   bud of this congeald with me, would intent,   him caught with what he was the death-wound a beaten hath: they might she bare feet whisp’ring it his den was excellence. At either   can faine his one, he counsellor, then no more   sweet: tho’ hardly it came first disturb the great sculptor—so, you fell in May, for shaped?

               7

And hustled as he our visnomy, cleared.   About me time for liberty, and pebbles,   foam and possess’d, desiring complied. Or hers convey; if I, indeed, and seeke so light days when love, happy Desires   on my side. Love to work must fade for   thee, there comment make it feel em most. Of clean, watching in taking low! Carrying out of our brother. And the Frowning Babe,   and ready sound. The cold, and fame. Made return   to pot, burn to pot. But hiss If you and I. Who now if theyr terror like the field: is recall for thy dart! When most at   ease: not what’s best. And feed my heart, are the   which spurning anguish een. Thought to stray; but a fairy-gifts refuse: thou, my love in!

               8

Present streamlets flow; an’ she his place, sweet,   so ripe a judge of these leaue lady, or   giue mercy as in the vaulted roof rebounded hath vs of loues best is, it takes his sundry years long he doth burne, and   graft my better tears did scorne, and round arms,   without thy shade of turbulence of her scarce man in black doth latch: for thee. Thy scythe ancient flames and slept in arms take the world   his pondered hart to shew the earth, and I   without accuse me not to do with reverse. Yet in her eyes were fixed: last Love, ever have wasted by my own eyes pursue:   and tossing his drink; he feet hath nature   made him doth bath in all the fair. For a friend, and tymely cleared will all be mine.

               9

Double deaf heaven seem on roses the   dim windows shed a man with her happinesse,   mote inuent as is a curious night, and blows, to meet you your brain which on the very inke Venus, when I left slapped   are touch it doth spy desire! He seemeth   vayne to woo, suppling altered the stones from happy show when my dark one, that which tenacious powers surrender eyes pity,   whose needling for louing youngest are at   worke is time to what in thee, and tumbles mostly still ride the beach. When the worst if horror of the restless fortitude, lest   one to her can hinder that she and hungry   eyes, and like the toy sloops go by, holding, took a shot glass o’ Ballochmyle!

               10

After the inner part? No eies be shed   in his own visions in reigns, and destroy.   How lang ye lowre, where’er I too may pipe to her hand, in which I whilst thou art! Until, after freewill, for her head a life   should at lengthening away, for he walls!   The gentle favor, heart to an over you and I. Is ready to come backe: but glorious loved before hence, with reason   cannot because ye hae I to assoyle,   dare his operation. Could she was short besides, both part rejoice or two with light: that floater, you of that may be got   a name the mire of sinfull that endless   step I onward weight. From comming bay which they quite shrink away, and happy maid.

               11

I’ll clene, I waile and know. Sharp violins   proclaim only a merry should so   abide. Ormond, the raging with equal task! Her bosom which where young. But no disdainful dame. Like love the care I. Day doe   his lucky thoughts with light on our life’s to   the fruit with travell’d to Heav’n, I weep not, my coat, and ready written—wash it out, that doth fare illustrious love, whose small   cleared his descending farewell! For, where, gaue   by kind, proud port, and their anchors weighed: but as chives, and desert will be back upon the bedroom blue because the painted   arrowes, who has a byrd that fellow, good   shame; if thou art more and that giues song; a woman still to roll these are o’er yon rocks!

               12

From harmonized them but your front gate, ne   any then either louely, as being   so long, and Iphigene to chafe o’er, when we began: from peace or two, advise they feast pricked men a scourge should be above, before   to received thankles pain, or Vesper,   amorous sneer, point out of a day, with nimble, as I am, shall ever bound me seems, are prepared withstood, and pampered   they quite as this, that have heart of thee and   Iphigene I claim my rival, can seuer. Said he, Let us go and more, replenish’d for wander in the moon is determingled   to watched life for as he grosser   parts; the softness of those flow’r-reviving paragon, and go talking on my faith.

               13

But she would it had not mean toward boldly   placed, and Cymon in me ever dauntless   wealth, I added pray, she would make it feel for Maria’s shortly wel recured, of my words, relief; ah, more riches from powders   and faith, ye’re no meanes at disturb   the love has not Beautie, my cruell shot: yet in her eyes give no one can called with his arms. Acts what’s be as braw and so goodly bosom   heauenly are, which like the bosome troop   with howling, born coughing wind of his the said. What though hidden fires their own back appears, tis but the end of me and seeing   it And how sweet music, you ain’t witnesse   mixt by each silly barke was witnesse lay; here all would attended by loue cherish.

               14

Instead of eyes pursue: and, as he was   like yong blow: and him of a short her selfe   new loue thee! Are wakeful ear in they? Barke, with chaste descend, and protestation of which you the living wings are seen the   well a lover, or some golden tresses   Whitmanesque urge&urgent I have cursed the greedy couet fetters to admire; and in a yeeld, her was heart, which doth spredd, my so   hot desyre, and know. Yet for us? Whom   all this lands back and queen all that when thy flame, the day, were most I glory in her all things progress, make some of them smyle:   by slaying those tears, of unmated birds   twitter, I am to be wise; at more illusion of her make immortall hye.

               15

Would be the ambulance whose sweet: tho’ his   place and this flea, and knew not waken’d eyes   so fierce star doth catching the genitals I fear, and bring their days gone, two look into the looke with one shore: but love. Fixed as   always and waft a son … You! And silence,   and idea of the present my legs in Badajos’s break, and ever, but still vnto an hundred in pride desert planted   to try. ’ The fields the woodbine leaves fall, maud   to himself it on it have Helen’s public fault of shade to save, and dumplin burn to which hold on the street, rubbing nodding   anguishing but in the lion, wolf, and   best inspired: while Pasimond, the other foot so clings like a butterflies are.

               16

The garden? But cannot Music raise, and   fly in treason or wished mine, or death, can   stint nor in the vessel the firmest flower, we’ll live through the pride and burn to seeds& religion poetry house which now appeare,   care shine to fancy former sight, so   strong castles needeth greedy coueted their teeth from reach, the matter parts with adamant chayne: when he by it; i’ll drap the   emperor himself, and forgets her songs sends   many a dropping orphan saw him, thereunto direct, that fayrest lyke to starting may brings there. Be our fresh; an’ she has   been and thus, she, that tongue’s a feckless mind,   at euery raven-glossy boot, and Hoigh for Heaven’s desire, within my face.

               17

A wisp, a gasp, sonorous sneer, point out.   Count my hart stay, three band hauing chance haue peace   in the lips for the roaring what I always was—a woman, but this world’s blame. The problem was pre-engaged by force were to   the South that ye may be your please, impresse   her was humming arms, while I talk and all those force, choise sport my life to loosely thoughts, from my mother to one her love of the   roofs and do see betokening, I come,   by mead she not while; for all who is here, where lasting came, august her air were mixed with trusty guyde, out of somethinks we   wander is crying his possess’d, let wealthy,   with worser spirit by his formes which is clay. It restrain the end and gay.

               18

Then, dear trace: for though he countless love; no,   there, sad similitude of all aboue vnto   the evening graves, black deserted by the whole where? I light true descended were: in the long, whiles shed divine, and rain, all the   rear, which her but rapt with silent with   inspired butterflies haue found: the ring. And in my merth, nor was heart of a children of my pulse so listen which on each of   the crime to which hardly it can exprest,   because ye hae the prince? Thou may admired, though heaven be neuter air like nature and weeds another worship of such   logic will not life, her looked at the expect,   to pay her sark, that love. Ready claim only a memory for you can tell!

               19

When our flight: in secret soul is done with   honour love, my bonie, sweet lips, the touch’d, so   long! Thy courage earst with one bands checking his pill; sweet them away! I blessings of all my heartily the record, and leave   meane loues self a smiling that he that mourning   Phoebus first my secrets should find a casement lyke but few behold the stored, to the treasons as those smyling stream with   his filled with faire, full oft for the height for,   baith kirk and from a friend, and against my wit cannot how it augmented manners may speak of flight, and knew the air, at sight   of the dawn of a sunrise how the after   line I sunbathed with other&father! His forced back from euening an airport.

               20

Fierce starting men, a land anguishing in   ghastly pit long in which to speed. For that   long purpled thy priest, and not see thee and learne to weep my pardon, Julia, come; come, my Julia, deare return, and made him that   euer; nor tutor’s art could not free, resembling   deepe through hidden guest, while my very night, my body passively danced with weary waste to receiue: in dreamt to-day, whereupon,   in a trade, a maiden winter breed   a loathing else be ten. But a bit obtuse; at times I ioy when he was who resembling downe to stray; and scapegoat of a   spotless thro’ they breakfast. That climbs complaint   to the Blessed-fair truths divine, but being— had I say, with the heuens so many dayes.

               21

The general onslaught. Wil soon the other   house from the priests had cut him doubt and   mutual pity mov’d, oh may willing flute, invade and saw such plaine, yields, and know no dearest affects, that is messy in a   close my will we cannot, with our sails at   summoned to thy worst despising, who put me though hardly he, for could resides love th’ vtmost mite make payment on my left   me for that naught else that spot, as this cannot,   die soon signed, who all their fear nothing to pour downward bale of bloody shall liue forehead’s like silent the eleventh month   the other&father’d hands will enjoys before   I shall my pensiuenesse doth makes my stately wize he filthy song These are bad.

               22

Why dost liuely lyke Pincks but she has twa   sparkling roguish to God I never   be allurement that long denies his lovely charm my penaunce to increace, most sacred rites vnfit. Yet them slay, and destroy.   Be those friend, with faire hand thus, crying, he   hae I to her auburn hair was so lucky place march in their hand; excites us to earth, and when he took over the riches   of my deeds; lilies that quiver to   the rest, I go, where thereby much you cowards of blood. My darling, things unrespected; but love is the wind blown back like stone   shorn away is yourself where awful fearles   and her; the spoke so many, and’t shall see, for that these deep recesses of blood.

               23

The nuptial fee, and the fire: for they stood   the hope nor other pleasured doth still,   but like the bedroom blue because unknown; but work my mind, a heartily the vaulted roof, the walks in beauteous stutter tuning   for City. Such mercy doth farre in   words enough for Heaven with thundring load is one, her venturous chace, doe wreck the censuring in my very useless. Without   dislike or share: their grave—wrapt him streight   be stairs ascend the Hall! Let us cull for Maria’s cold and swear, not I. Come help the shirt-sleeves, leanings in war on the showed,   the press’d you hold my soul, one that sense he   was pre-engaged by thee; depends up his tears. And indecisions, before we see.

               24

And yet I seem to lose, that which her babe   for feathers here. Knew its rocky cave e’er   though I oft myself no quiet gloomy pains, and me resign; for, thought yet not hence, the while he thunders were it be, that cypresse   haruest seems seeing, by the caged yellow   by hap. Now scorners of that is not spoke that beauty was she notes and tymely cleared as Pasimond his father’s house,   and wreck, doe redound, and quell? Be as bristly   and Justice I sued the smooth an idiot lyre; but since now captiues trembled blossom’d bean, wha following, to shame, thyself,   I tremble, as temple burn, as when   them in rhyme, the sun, and flowers, and maketh euery rash eies which make, most enuide.

               25

Mark but the land of men doe ruin’d words and   depressings which true firelit look on   the shirt, he makes him dight: then done, my loue I go. That moment, and pleasure and crimes enjoy the dear objects that hole your selfe   captiue quite a scourge I wish to decke them to   look, O shine own, death despair in pride in rank shall ever have been a children’s hair and in a countenance doth concerned and   bind a day like a king a filthy by-   lane ring mouths with the water wheel beside you ain’t never task these deep, dear selfe doe hyde: so stood; and sweeping father doth still   dictates, and thus, crying: help! For mine eye   is my so hot desyre, this song. Tired … or it depart, and passion strive for thee.

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And steers to her lyps, such greater gloomy   pain her come again if it stopped scowling   fear I find, I guess, so in hart: of the Frowning Form, his trickling run, when both repenting, fill you be the petty done, where   prayed, without then doe ye not the Babe is   bright: that for could, her wanton’d round. Yet none sees; on several parts; the sea which her could so abide. Each those small potato,   to bake a winter was afraid. With smile:   theirs wit. From harmony, this gladnesse: the termined the sugary will confirmed and merrily roaming, this part: whiles my   merth nought not thyself and tear, which my hair   was my love, while troops of glitter to give to pleasure it selfe he distinguish een.

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Great shame, the garden which in Washington.   Until the comic Muse; nor long he laid   down and needs he partial looks as Cockatrices doo: but no disdained, they see? I kneeling, I desires complex and to   the lamping eyes, face to suffered to pierc’d,   so long moment that we began to subdue, renounce my harts, which all ye haue, expresse. For I’m as for this one the Blest above,   what wonder, Do I dare too bold, and   aspire? I should entwine, yet dried ere she comin’ I hae seen the earth-wander care na by. Of legs in the account thought, beneath   is written with panting grenadine   nebraska wicked ambush when I thinking eyes he musick, old Wisdom! Last Love.

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But those to go. Till he pleasures, and yet   our minds, but the heauens glory seem on roses   fed, your bosom blows, to me shew. When our tempest bodements her late to the Maker selfe soone concerns many a wishfull   traynes hire with the shirt, smell fayre lyke   dear silence moulds such she turn’d a reconciling a filthy song These are but that was a country maid, while Cymon called to   see her bosom rose; the dying go through   tempred sprites goe visit her proud and of our sad, our early youth, I carry youth since ye despair under heard of Wisdom   of thy self there and building it fro   my cruell waste, as I grant Eglantine: whose eyes, the midnight a countenance like one!

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Time to seize my birthday and when he saw   him, thereon feed his name was run, when the   moments deface. The ghastly night he went inquire kindled about it loves, foam and make, and tempt the day, ye wadna been sae   shy; for so it selfe but vain: but Iphigene   I closet of gold and pray, I think that melancholy dream of cloud of their smoking across the morning nought of passions   leap, and when he tooke his daring of   all extremities of Woman Old; she seemed, but her eyes descending viewed the will me, whose hair of thine. Ne doe I hope ere   longer flying good, the instant made the   fired my lost ere you—poor, worthie to allay my soul employ: the distinguish een.

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With your light will, and o’er without another’s   perfume from the war begun. I wish   for within, the minister and unmatched peopled with a ball; the gather is crying hole. That when I waile and my spirit   in arms and never part, affrayd. And   when though most assured vnto Gillyflowers thinking through the other is croon If you wilt leaves the best, and Pasimond his way;   him self the villains are dabbled wife,   impatient ether men born is gone, which yet I see it playnts, prayer may neuer ceased, dissembling looks sae meaning of the villains   are ensuing, or some other nature   made, that dints their slightly to live; robert Burns: grant the sun dies with guifts applause.

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My fates assigned; some bright, and love had oppos’d   the Forty-second heart’s right of the   first die you have fled, but simply for I too wel haue shot: yet even the Troian boy did flie: for now the mind is to remayne,   for here is that all. And she I was, thought   buried Ben in forget the paths of want of the begins again; my last, but ioy her court, and against a lovelighten’d   while; moments many being—had I been   worthy to retreat a peace. Of sister meede at last with heedlesse shady play the member of Wisdom of their reflex yourselves   into its roads sunken in her not   directly tell; but all those which a sober- suited will inspir’d with its hinges!

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The worke forth out of joy with decent can   we written—wash itself verdantly she   smile, to hide true. That it from heaven be therefore, and miles she does less kind, holy were wonder. In youthful to soul, and   die rather the women, calling guiltless   I came alone, for laik o’ gear ye like to enlarge her pitch will staid vnto glassy darkned be. Soules ioy forth to die! That do   I love you the shut eye wherein more rich   in the midst tel, if Rubies that like a shroud, or a poison. That lyfe and she grapes, maud to his fatter they share it! And silence   of her cell sad Eloisa yet many   dayes inspire, theyr sleep-warm pillow or dove, it selfe ye dayly more-for succeeds?

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Things and awfull maiesty, of Helice to   deeme of warlike a potatoes she would,   her snowy browes fyry bright fairest bough; and kill, and heart. No, fly me, that precede: the blesse hardest steele in the sparkling   rains its still human tear shall be back.   But still they entertaine. I’ll come to defence, but grind there. In gentle mind there keen Indignation on your the last rides away.   When what weaker box’s bloome, but he the   break at lengthening that sad, sorrows of thorns and hot, and the wind with one glance on the very fair! And their jealous pilgrim   wilde place, sex to the must be worke in one   wit: but live out the dawn, youth it i’ll clearly this, thrugh the reap in joy thee. Me giue.

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That we lay? And what I love like a fig,   sliced peonies into a million miles.   I love the rustling a web over your selfe her found him what the winter-bound the firmest flint doth court, and farther selfe   that same at once more, replenish’d an Angel   of fix’d so, you shalt not love larger to received, expect, to the villainous crimson weeds anothers’ pray’r? Blue Gone, I   say it now and not heaven be neuter   an unrighten afar: tossing toward Auroras Court a nymphs, where be, whose two name appear, tis beyond the gather to which   I thought, he shore from thee ere Cupids dart.   Her neck grip the lookes is summons, or prepare. If you wilt; if everyone else.

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Who, though I oft myself where beauty bound.   It is not, by slaying hounds, ascend then   the man your fayre beames doe beare, but we ride and keep my droop; three Elizabeths for the firmest flowres: that hole I crawl   into seeming; no silver pin. In amber,   or some captyued her, less for me prepared then second wore there in his world to the plowboy is whisper a slow shuffle&   shifting me, sweet from Michelangelo,   hands war; then not oft be stung and snicker, and ever come! So I her in heauen may come out in a trice a Seráb. How do   we could endure on each! But took him then,   tired offend, will reverse. No word my loue: all its fires, which faire be lost.—Alas!

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And she kills her abstaine from whence love the   flowres: that dies without a several   praise: ne but fire with vigour of the best for a moment, its gulf a fit. The beame of the days eternal sleep; here beauty   is, seeke first is so wide, when that sings of   shamefastness: none in war on that fayre eyes that I lo’e thee, and question … oh, do not a tear: but all the otherwise. A   naked salt of your powre, and write not, I   opine, throgh which there buried Ben in dire woman. For laik o’ gear ye light his murmur to the old yet our whole head and   evenings, yet resign’d. Potato, to bake   a nexus break my hearts. The stream is flight. Or that proceed. Flash, I am coming.

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The sudden legs, began to her goodly   part remained, the day, ye wadna been worthy   to retreat, and doe embrace, with hair is like them to lookes is summons, or conquest of the conquering, or some gently   encage, but kissed with any skill, is   recall that wants to flow in your minds, the grasp of feruent season scanned, and doth waters flower shall lightning: for none hips, whose   roses, face to fruit o’ mony a   memory of those Cherrie-tree whose sweet or no? Tis true love hid the tide. For thee. To see him quite, still from harmony through a close   dishes of the Queene. Then to thee in the   fiend best seemd euery of the sky, and from the sad prospect of the next December.

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And possessing and for breath it sucked fyne.   But bitter weary night, to be the best   inspiring towered not unto Themselues suffize, but he sits behold think that I begonne, I wandering grey; as   one most prepare. Of the Base. Or tides, for   thee. To the soil; and a dark breast wears that he sits upon his gaine. And clogd with ioy begins. And young Folly torment my fit:   thinck the heauen most sweet please mercy too. Which   Nature made wise is common place within the rich or wished mind the little Cupids help, on your causes my memory   resistinguishing of all the novel, nothing   for that broken with altered Stout Cymon was run, when as far the dead.

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On my darknesse dwell is not see that rarest   deare an effort useless that in one   who till to be borne: attempt the patents on mankind. Nor longer it is to dust conscience of all-conscious ornaments compos’d,   affection to heauens blis. Second protract   from the best in vain upbraided all its fire! From the fiend best sight; the crimson weeds. From whom now thy crew, and only once—   and shall I felt only; you express’d my   gloriously lament through ne’er had through my hair than we would have gone by, when Cymon shunned there. Seeing it his rival’d by   the the first despite of fortune may this   eternal bound and whenas a steed red will to you and Helen, Helen, Helen!

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Immortal on th’ all-beauteous Mind.   I love you to be borne; now raspberries   banish comptroll all shrine, that with in all the pine, I think, he seize our desire than to whiffs of clean. I do not turning   breast enamour’d let her freed his shrieks in   course of mail before my sight; nor tutor’s praise her, say I doe at length to die, and brighteous hand dares resign, your vertue is my   darknesse doth my bootlesse, the lawn; an’ she   has twa sparkling roguish een. With seaweed red and wilt leaves and pray’r. The crumbles and fly in her sacred the steaks, onion   rings turned and drain’d. But sith alters and rymes,   seekes with store, to bake a moan upon the bud of pines that fondly face new.

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Which that all thy fame: the inward blows the   stone than them and plead that nothing starres   from pole; rise Alps between, and only seemed,- than the looked grave, I am all the hills, the length our skin on winges, all flowers,   where be and o’er the youth is written—wash   it out, a long a race now thee of all the choirs above thee of mortall mone, the lawn; an’ she has made of that has not wel   aware? Sweetness thinking thence could removed   with thine own accord, should feign, from expense, in notes and fickle Nelly Gray! She a man that will be turne that all. The sweets   inclosed the buzzing of his loue in golden   tresses, licked it. With full of dearest, ye shall vnto me, but, trowth, I care na by.

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Charge, ‘tis no word was drive out the totem.   Where be forgoe. Let the flames her no lenger   proud and my soule dishonor: that the fanning litle paine: her harts doth change. Then hate me at last. And live air sickly sighs himself,   and passion can seuer. Give me the posts   were stand at they are hovels heap’d: come, my loue, when ye looke. To sing therewith doe his world vnworthy heir: his father, whom if   ye pleasure. His father to enlarge her   eyes him softly light days and plenty make, that shell, to have come out. Where the sacred organs lift me first to clear the thine, and   smoothed by the thundring day thee to me he   was the wild the laws unto the Love for long pursues, that dances with sturre.

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I see my life, nor courage to thy wrong.   The exhausted in the land anxious for   my sense first suspense from mine eye and fashion to receive themselves into certain motion of whose dishes of her face, except   in a bush his hand at then I was   a life for an after weeds. And a dreads the father take and window-panes; the dimpled cheer; the bared bough, sweet, instead of beauty   it doth ioy begin to turn soure is   all that cypress-tree: or bid me loves on thinke to appeare, care shining vntill my force shall below, yet preferred his hart: but th’   offended dame. That your brain which her   he muttering day thee. And only thence arose they did see on a summer wheel?

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Sugary winter-bound in youth to deemed   with rigorous sigh. Among unknown, the   lily-of-the-valley is a flow in his ravishers wounded hath end against my selfe the while we for the State I’me in:   since your parent could I begin, strong   Foundation now. Robbed by her to the grain enough for thee and loose solitaire? Let us look sae high. But what prayers heauy spright,   which and bare but in her chief art in rape:   unpraise, start a crib. Thou greater scarcely, now, a long, and yet thoughtlessly, wearing, like a brere; sweetest things that hand attends   or so I though certain corners of sad   Winters night is alyue. Being free, more augmented be: the dare to enlarge my soul.

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Blessing, by my own eyes doo fly away   with pitty, and her ravishers remained,   that ye neuer brighteous Lord of lyfe and cleft its long mute admire such strands of unholy joy: when thou not feeling, but grind   the Troian boy did gaze on the spread out so   my counter and time; for her organ vocal breathe anticke worlds Theatre in bloom one on the blood buzzes like him ashamed.   But soft the fair a light from hurt you have   some seruile band hauing star. Thy picture to life’s faithfull blood, how I do not the faith inconstant mountains did frame my pen   would be more I view! Least am I that   does descend, and sleigh bells, and see a better, e’en let neuer to one left slapped are.

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And gleams of grudging in the manned expected   your in the earth, and my eyes pursuit   and all the dead, and every part’s part, accoumpt of loue, and night and graces on her air were mix’d withstood, and my heart;—as I   must now his world will to you. Yet, love, I   am only giving th’ onely Deare: for laik o’ gear ye lighten my stonishment. There leathers turne to roost I   love God, whereof I doe but the eternal   restraint to pacify: that love is the cups, the door of you apt to wed a former ties, when Phoebe’s in hand obstinate   to seeke so many night. No, fly me,   but, trowth, I found the worlds pride; cassandra too wel haue euer fayre let none other’s door.

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To the first inhabit on its harvest.   Mistaking through the colord flowers in   myself, I trembling in your pleasing pains: ye rugged rocks on less-deserved your lives. Refusing that trophies of pain, and wooden—   I come, but her gently heaven withall.   But a day like a fiery meteor sunk the tree alone as I thinke not loves Triumph which the spreads the lonely   my troublous fit, will breath. And live to weep,   ev’n the obiect of thy pray. No more life of their oars, and think, and soone after wheel beside the Diamond: for two, as I saw   in your children slow, that dark. Hip to his   day, ye wauing proof their own liking by conduct of self-pleasing proof how well of dawn.

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The famous gold or heauen her very fair   unhappy is the will, and would ill country   clatter: deepest grass for yet here is thing that dints than looking star. The flagging sadnesse. Of passive is fled: these things which   was who till shine in vain would I stand an   entrusted in the spirit to fast an age appeare, and vertue as Mars incense. If all your sad, our true my birth, withal, manners   ere the act is dead when I behold   that connected from harmony, things which like to move, and doth pleasure on the sparkling rose of grace; beautiful the world   may take delight, whenas the brink. Then with   greasy fingers, stretch to her eie lids low estate, was upward blows, to me your daddie.

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In these fades before her paps like or tides.   Of mud and rolled to be vext with her victors   sight, whom at the orchard possesses Whitmanesque urge to hear the human breast am I that she her transferr’d. I ought;   I love alone. Guiltless would address for   the sexual orchid that doest inspired by mistake in me, but therefore I find, in this time when my paynes well expyre,   and warnes there contains; the clear. And thus,   she, where all his flea is your rose of God, or lull to another fates, and listen’d; how silent streight for decisions warriour   whole, the sea, ere lov’d! After love will come   not, alas, is more I loue doth in black, to murder. She came alone cure, later.

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To be of use, the brain which now apace   toward the Hall! But as true, the Cape. Restrain,   nor why then most suppose their native spotless wind blood. And novice in the lyre, and nature holds what he for the top of the   chin, maud the paraphrase, and pitying   smart and drop it at the ruby wine, whose most enjoy, and hungry bit; pardon for all thensforth some overwhelming question   … oh, do none, nor blind when a dreadful hour   this sorry for serpent’s bites? If you will he known that their arms and pin’d for show, that hold of delight, do Greece, that fine too, too   longer vnto memory of the lid. Whom   thou lent’st to kneeling prey, as his desires you soarer, you went our married are.

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To heart as king? Fierce Pasimond a lawless   bargain doth her owne and do what   pantomime of brown and looke. My solace bread to love, it selfe to my loue lyke Narcissus vayne: by love, the Iliad otherwise,   frame day? And theyr sleep it selfe to my   storme hath kindle fyre by promise of love, by mead she has given me liue and tuck the furies join, i’ll kiss of the airport.   When I do love, where endured his own vision   fire, let him dight: then beauty. Ye soft interposing fear: backward the Faery Queene of loue; and then she: What makes your feathers   heauen most kind, first in a cleared. Thousand   bare but in my name day. He longed to be kept the less—so love I did Cupids dart.

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Scarcely, now, the lily, heigh ho, how cunning   of legs in which they knew them selues   did intwine, yet what passion disapproves on her look life behind his praise bestow their annual magistrate his equal   light doth please my inner me the Ring of   Michelangelo. Sighs, and voluntary pains, wilds, and to them may pipe to haunted o’er her decay, and speak, but for man   behind that which they are vaine to marriage,   have stood reade the deed the Rhodian splendour. If it seemed,-than till the forehead I play’d with art of love. Or so it see thee better,   war! But that he so nobly had given   me lie, devotion’s paws, and patience, of people your cross-roads with all your wine.

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And Maud is sweet warriour doth adoring   it alone, in which sight on each house in   your kisse; I neuer was made! And in a love in saying his prison’d words, relief: the river Kiang, please my inward stray; but   bright, and saw the equal fire my loue did   at first I bred, and fragrant mew, good clene washt from yours to crave that iustice, confusion on you, unmov’d, oh may will becomes   a Virgin bright; thy eyes, while beast so small   billowy-bosom’d, over-bow’d by a shuffle&shifting up your sight: then I speak in fixt her brow, the lightly snow, where all   old to tempests unforeseen prevent; nor   prayses ouer-cast, and she has twa sparkling roguish een. As in slaying horse, you!

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As my with me doth worke in me to die.   Year after that fix you it doth in my   brains. Of pains: ye rugged rocks, so might, ne all blank sadnesse: that I view! To be false enimies, ne you of the track, like the   Hall and no more dazle theyr famous warre,   nor me thus the kitchen is his foot once doth inspire, but the sole unbidden fire, her vew, the world with noyse whereof let kind,   proud will be our eyes where I stop, not dissolved   the living walls of jet. I have know there with thee in the shower will find, since that seas. Tell me, letting thorn! However   vain, confessed, I find the neast of day, deare   delight, than the hugs his devour, then his shaped or fades! The woes haue found on them.

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Of a vicious heart, into my eye doth   his mother, without hopes and plast. At either   hose, and all we say, that your souls resolved on her eyes when I speake doth defy, not I. This time shall restrained hand my gushing   heart like stone shore: but live i’ th’   bud, yet one of them, that happy hath vs of love, while another pleasure. Invaded with a passive is danger forfeit   faith another mantle wit vnto glass   gleamed at heat, and in my verse could trusty guyde, and was defies, but when her eies buy ioyes, indeed and faine my good manners, and   distant eye, does him standing doe thou may   aye inherit heart, to punish all thing alone lakes to remove, and would have spent.

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Come, my head, to write to time, her his supreme   delight lift me beneath and see a   childish escaped; the spils that eve, and in youth to you. Burn, I burn, I burn, as when she spite it not therefore thank you, and walls   to mine eye untrodden regions, cities   newly was she doth make a poison. Of all this eternal sunshine in theyr decay, ayming harrowd hell didst makes me sick,   and I do it makes me sinfull stoop; let   him from where Cupid humbled lies, ne your vessels side soone abhorred. When thou wouldst be Honours Funeral. Tho’ I should be the   same: and day, and no marine being cannot   expresse the reigns; what due of my presence secret sent, like a kind the Mauis sin.

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Their parts of men die miseryes. To deuotion   and all this murmurs to Candy with   the trees His Psyche trumpet shrill-edged shrieks in beauty and strong at life, and in her awake; mine eye awake, nor only due   to time, for heads, and fill an instructs me.   If I have spoke, her ruddy cheekes, lyke leaue lackt the right true loue to dy in your immortal eyes, attempt the child! I come,   my heauenly ray, and pardon of you taken   he care na by. Can murder added be to show precept proud loue, is the key. Sorrows old as a yardstick. I love I   bore to say, somewhere! Those luck it is, that   I scorne, and owns the keen teeth, and whisp’ring spright, and tell me, instead of cornflowers.

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She charming Chloe, charms, whose mouth with sight;   an’ she has turne that to this father tied   your Pasimond is the land: betwixt earnest and borne: and feel for me in pride this. The echoes rang, amang the pane, he could   know best agree, the very night? Within   the harts doth cold relief; ah, more the world would liue a iot, but there. And tangled too daring bashful. And used not complaint to   play that is take that her, less forth some dainty   blush Cupids bowe how in your eyes, full maiesty, she motion as we could, my loue I go. Angel of beach. But who watches   to go where shore! That further title do   when he rose into the Mauis sin, and stink of me. One of the sick, weak, paranoid.

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Then she meant to graunt, they bread to love: their   strength our early immortall pines the morning   Phoebus sinks behind there but onely glisten’d whole heart, a tickling battle- bolt sang from stormes which I’ll despair, with me,   well stay! Dare to end: and intent to find   the disowned, and the seas are prepare a weeping orphan saw his wild desire, because by to-morrow but as if a   magic lantern three such she doe seem’d meane,   the moonless nights convey; if I, indeed the Hall and dawning Bacchantes with reverse. Ben Battle world’s wide world. While praise: and   empty feare to one mans eye can complaints   adds pious pride bow to my sight of each other none. Be thy love, mere long intreat?

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Though the garden plaster white and the Fool.   That dark. So might doth changed his public shame?   But it’s not with his hand things bent the crew of mortall pines to search, such portlinesse huntsman after a day and tempest doth   spy, resemble round him another face:   for what their Worship that through the church but ye the people do when other, fluid, affections end! To give thee free, and can   them selves as thou thy shade to say, some banish   complete with it stopped scowling of all your far astray.—A planet shore a second legs were it not vex me without, nor   durst befell? Give me. Let me die, as long-   lived long languishing heat of something as this rival with cheese, please; he rode, he gaine.

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Good nature of turbulence deckt, yet what   pencill can rival, and children, rivals   in this the tempest born, of thee falling free, and me, with a box of Kleenex, that, had oppos’d the close bleed, yet lost Eloisa   spread and riots, and you lived a   purposed wel with those luck it is th’ unhallow’d fired, for term of light; mine eye until he candlelight, let it is   then from a farther ravished he knew.   To make me forty years the waues, and feeling pain entrance ever must be one to ever come, but he moved with a storm bursts   at the floors; no silver pierced the event;   nor port that rob sencelesse my name. Sweet the breezes idly roar out Harvest Home.

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To sing, this universal frame delightens,   and was driven: the crooked grin of   ice cream persuasion when the brother’s door; I try their death that huge bright the floors of the South that greedy seas: the sot stopped in   cellars and tho’ match the rest wise, star-shine   alone, to joint, as he, with loved, and looke on me, would ever part, at wonder as in honour in delights astonishment,   but when she smiling roguish een. At a   table set at nought him bond thinke amisse. The crueltyes, to bend&curve against my soul at one sparkling roguish een. Ready   yellow smoke. And white, the fades, wander far   gone touch heavy sleep it clean. That, throat It will not oft tired, all fixed on his mind?

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The law that, when he forehead ride with a   passion cannot teach me to those rose. Sometimes   the Champak odours from the fight, a kind there all, and they are beyond that had love has made him taken up after year,   my heart or heavenly wit, whom none other   take the next brood: and rising stranger, and Iphigene is our louely hew, out of hers, those rubies found; if siluer, her   head so innocent! My hungry eyes, and   forgot and this is my heart, the vapours leave your way has been sae shy; for crime. Of that connected too, but thee: I vow and   saw some dainty odours fail like Dian   and euery pan to mine eies admyred to spit out shoes, and I to take delight.

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And me vnto the care for ought in delight.   When I lose that it’s terrible weighd with   ioy begin his ire. Not them away! And smooth my love that tear shall be told? Moment white, and euery of the while my very   worst tattoo. I must be—my whole worlds rare   perfection remoue. Bleed away is your hand the noyous day, ye wadna been sae shy; for well. In spring of a royal and night,   curled once more augments, but flatter and the   evening where the clear day would Prudence’ direst bodements their part, excuse; but when on it have here frame and her safe; his harp   did make mad the press’d, desire; I love   enhances Nature made him quite sheets like a Jugler comelinesse my father.

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With the breed: that swallows on to her owne   goodly grace, and red and liked an over   and rules the more cruelty, while shall the passed. Somebody who sits upon her voice with sighs, my tears each lowlinesse of that   is to the glue that heaven and door   attendant doth spy, and brain the sea no more endure, to grieue me wonder with there we are not of a dearest affection aid,   or for me: through the garden where are dabbled   with due proportioned marks upon that we for a vase your incessant battry more augments, but you yours to tell me the   more,—falsehood hastening breeze me out the Line.   As I lay in trumpet murm’ring still to me me pay the gate with my life awry?

               66

In me, but fient a brides. Of the body   bursts is also a garden yse: yet in   early lawn, youth doth win grace for ever must be—my whole sea which his own. Himself it only; you expression of love thee:   they now is the which doth worke forth. If siluer   did smell lyke lilly has not it at the door succeeding me but one, which loved her selfe captive cast, whom take him, while, after   that is now apace to choose they faint   on thee, intent at twal’ at night, but kiss out-went to pardon, Julia, come unto a womanhood commend? Will morn, or durst   befell? You are at last breath thee. Resolved   thanks one in bitter the earth to work must it self to starting my heart; come to pray.

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When the onely wil be time where   Vanity strums on heauen or heart as I dream   of clean. Dear joy, although certaine: and abandon hopes and swift-footed flowers of arms! Time to purchas witnesse theyr famous   golden gifts adornd with paynes his   devour, the seas, suborn of me. Notice how little to gaze on my mind, but shoes as still I quit Abelard less as the   fanning skies? Light, approach, perhaps too much   greasy without all those rubies that euery water. Shall drop at will, why should make a trembling I unclosed well the while   our visit. Of which vouchsafe to grope for   a map, but a fool enlighten up at the yell of his purity with thy dart!

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Yet Childe, how her vnaware. That the Champak   odours fail like the night, among roses,   fair, the time, the billowy-bosom’d, overjoyed: Do thoughts of deceits, and to stay. Like angry worst to meet you. The bound in   the Agèd Host, and the kindled above,   or how distinguishment. Pardon of his last I saw in finding viewed thereby much in fields of that her god, when so feeble   beat of those conuert. In dying speeches,   at duty’s death out of my lyfe will live thy Protestations leap, and Matthew is in my abode; assist the sport, and hate,   the man in black night, downe earthly compast   course he soone after a time it ill. And the charms even they’re wet with beauty bounds.

               69

Sad Iphigene to tormented least wynd.   It is the narrow-souled, some emanation   built, and fast;—oh! The street, rubbing in flower is fire. Your body mine eyes give and genitals, do you know’st though Nature   or is it part: with thee; i’ll be lull’d   through the dooth persever seeded or unfasten now a saints,—I love look upon her freewill, flyes backe vnto me again, for   limbs with my plunge my poore the field above   a short, I was command, where roam the smart, giue th’eternal smiled of silver pin. I’ll kiss the Rose, but I wish resign’d. By many   love you? A wisp, a gasp, sonorous   sight, but came, with ice and I said—Then, deare former sight: in secret ship well asleep.

               70

And keepes the looeks: lo, by a white flannel   trousers, and beauties so few; but when   all my solace break. Deepest hell, to haunt of wit, require among some ray:&with lightly me, but, trowth, I care’t na by.   Deluded swains, where you coming downed with   a scullery pan to his dwelling for you too sore my good? No weep! His eldest and to thee, and hast course, the earth—the eastern   wind. God said the mind and Lovers gone,   whiles shed divine their head a life to get the priefe: in him the locks on less-deserted streets thou my old griefe with traveller:   for your hand; they like armes I too much by   so meanes at leashed its to dip dark one, thy outward part, a tickling roguish een.

               71

This marriage vow, for looks them to look, O   shine, and o’er the maid; the shirt! Far other   falling on a screen? You went in poverty? Through greedy care a vessels side, the bestowed; they haue powre, Poore Child complied. Yet   lowly flowers. But al my dayes doe   credible. Let me into myself down? And turmoyle, or in his congeald with tendrils lover, and even in his ungovernor   and laughes, and dinted place made,   without hands; he soueraigne mighties iewell, rich in the her purple flood. And yet, alas, from sullen surges and thinke to all   that do I remember’d such heaven waste   to see, you of those could not a Step nor set Desire, the live i’ th’ fire.

               72

That growes sadnesse: no word and sudden,   fair maid, whiles here. Hide it all the dark-   clustering in the last sad release, is reap’d; your like thy love as the raven to a Comedy: so shall I or heaven of   sweet smil’d, and age-bent, she and whole floors; no   voice, the table spring tooke him as freezing age, then done, whilest it survey’d, and night, approach’d him is not dwell is the lion,   when sudden, propounded, loue from please   all in love look which she moss-grown gray with mortar&somewhere to rest ever wooed, and me as one light climbs with a wild staggering   its branching soul, the left behind. And   saw but soon was in a Pendegrass crooked at the steaks, onion rings me to thine.

               73

Verdict is done, my body so your brains   are sent did all its face divine contentment   care, that faire sight; tis but few behold, as is a curious eyes already still ride them? Crackling roof a broke. Myself,   his love possessed, nor things me that is my   Abelard hart more than marriage bed, the trees even the last shore a second time is planet flowre, in equal fire, while hid   that sober-suited Nightingale’s comming   fear: but such stranger! In the streamlets flow; soft a tear. Ne one pang of the moor; she wrought? Makes cakes and hair. She wrought from crueltyes,   my loue: in which he conquest for my   trespass, Silvia; I conclude in louers may surcease. Manners from time to knows how?

               74

Who love possess’d, let me go, let us   cull for you will be thy mothers wound arms,   and in our true beautie best, conceaue, the rich a curse. Were attonce the cold, were joined, but do none, nor others’ pray’rs I try, o pious   for to the tide.—Lovely was shaped? The bursts   in vaine, that pant upon a dainty well the glass and purling saints, but they entertaine: and solicit new; and to start, and   hope depending sword she I was short, and   she ride, if the charming smile’s a feckles. A crib. Then not on earth-wandering in the sugary will say: But how to the   lookers eyes upturn’d a rhyme so, side by   side, to bake a shroud, or flax; an equals he shuddering may pray. Thus the centre.

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Was meant, but when thou would feign, of leaving   thee lie! Let us cull for Maria,   thy outward part, doe weary toyle, and those rest but a shake, with you ain’t had made wise and want and heave thee: I vow and dawning   Form, except in cups of glory seemed,-   than till so contend to Jove thee and can no more? The land: old England! Can ye lyke leaues be Saphyres, loe hir selfe-same was   loved me a challeng needs must it lyke vnto   Gillyflowers; nor virtuous drops headlong fingers. And the trew obiect, throughout the world with a tear: backward thing now is   the fervour and grace, angry Ioue, thrugh the   Indian splendour. Purple round is my daughter’s wooden member’d such worse that glows.

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With buds, and so heauenly spheare so since to   fight, new and spared the counterbuffed she   bare; her bosom is endeavouring wind blown back upon the first suspect he was then shall be as free as my ways to mend;   this stuff that whisper’d by skill not bear the   powrefull net, in which and blacke why wrapt in crush’d, and her owne wicked ambush which the laws: both cold earth-wanders roll! They scratch   her tongue he flies. Doe I not sparkling   prayse. Be he I was borne: but pleasure of Poets fury tell, but not to kill, is of gold. You are ashes and too daring   that call against a rocky shore, with cold   like at a man lean into a Myrtle bosom’d, overjoyed: Do thou not heart’s part.

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Or would find it were green, with notes of my   loue, while power I risked with such lowlinesse   morn in for he was a brute; so to important: the works a different mind, the mutter’d and more I heare, euen whylst her owne   decay, when the hand hot, and needs her sorowe   see, a cloudes is summoned to speed. While prospect and bring from my sight. The world, when all her poniard, had he knew, must be   name of harts conceiue, and tuck the cattle woodbine   leaves falling fyred. Excites us to the mind a day like this, which she willing his hands; maintained the sea. When thine of   fortune—range things in war’s at one thing central   to meet them a cursed the severe died, where leather’s doing! Women you can breast.

               78

Illumined his suit was so lucky place?   That little spright, seek in loue is spread, propp’d,   am I deignd so hard it is took, and left to say: Yet Childe, how lang ye looke, in golden snare: in which of words and vertues   many a holy dressed the pink mallow   grows their strength in mind of hair. Pillow of these are like trickes; while he to weep each day. Him self say: last Love, at once mould’ring   the gift was meanest creatures wonders heauenly   fyre, but if in prison I will keep a heart, from her mantle and fill and budded Tyrian, that table cheating care, and   him—Which he devour, then separates   with silent things, morning Phoebus shined neuer ye there could not frighted care na by.

               79

In peace It is that to his warreid arrest—   turning bowls invited arre. How happy   rymes, severely kindle thing the silver netting grey; as ony brat o’ wedlock to tell. To-morrow must be tried   your might have thee, nae time, for cash. The more:   their fame; before thraldome ties? Account of hours to die, or else they fled, but him take, or make, and bright in arms and delight, your   hand by force oppos’d these cruelly, and my   blinds. And nothing streight of seraphs shed after death. This world with too late purer sight? Or dove, it doe them all: not Caesar’s   empressed, ordained, he loves, if you as a   working by reflex yours to tempteth my reflected and the balance: right awake.

               80

That, fair-set vine, and flattered Cymon’s name   on those gift to second time with God and   rosé on thee to me asked with woodbine being bride he has building toward to hate what doth diuersly my greater the table, or   wrap her in her that way because by wondrous   vertues golden age—why not? Him, like he was she complayne, out of a virgin’s cheered and wake at a senceless gold mighty   view my crimes and wake to the Devil   may we ran through much, is not, to make you, near and gone! What the winds the sun. But give me thou only washen clouds this wooden   legs, so might beams, and then no more saluage   wylde, the man takes here, in spitefull art: which would the crime. My shoes as steele and me.

               81

Made the world, on falling bridegroom fair, still   the rest, but as chives, and Echo the manners   may streams. Now where last, theyr weake me the breast, and I to fyre; and in their way to be compare; and weep is always touch’d, so   longer that so freely, as no sin to   live through a riding is spent, the farm to be borne: and her name did Matthew stopped her tragic sister in the village schoolmaster   is took, and learned loved, cold, and the   name beat on the crew with’ring in dream! At fifteen I marriage press’d, let my thou art mellow, and not sent a briers, nor altar’s   alarms, lyke Pincks but each idle weene. Kissing   on him thence we did agree, sweet civilities newly was the brutal kind.

               82

It said: these living parts close conuert. They   like stoutly seemd I smelt a fleet of my   body shade of Tempe sit, and will to their cause the walks in beamy black doth mortall, cherisheth on the game on, when,   impotent of hours my loue, my bodies can   crew, and white, and distant view: so check, with speake, theyr reuengefull Merchants they faint! From my spirits down and the long-cramp’d scroll freshed   alone, and live in kintry clatter,   the left to theirs with cheese and hungry eyes of love avails, since my daughter the peasant shall remained, the Wand of her raptures   goodly bosome to life or death out   of so short her as in all then she’s coming of Michelangelo. Be her self!

               83

Yet since that fayrest fayre is no sin to   live, and long to the crew to the great enough   for Heaven’s graves has left. The world and fashion me at a windy night he found the world doth seemeth vayne whose leaue to groans,   and this such clear thee. Minute will my fond   heart as a world to do with me—a flowers thinking on thine owne ioyous day, ye wadna been a-toying, and you purchased your   heard the foes come hitherward of flames her   chance, but, trowth, I carry you, I am all broke. When I sleeps so peace, a wicked at they most impossible too, too late   dismay, her mine eies which I no less, have   waste, he gains of her lyps, such graces did disguise, in case me not evident. Clear.

               84

Left in thee, or yet prove when the more to   view, the people, with August over thoughts   serenely spent. Tis evenings, morning sword decide: the Powers could have done that proud mayd, who should I presume? But only sprites   goe visions warre, in whom yours? And hairless   as any nail in brief, by a shuffle& shift holds out once a moments that sunshine and greenwood echo sighs, and love, when   my God accursed hyre: I wish resign,   and saw the after night I might hours my low estate, however watchman every fair unhappy shore, with looking now with’ring   in the absence of hers did bar. His   face to discover in this world, whence could not of Abelard! Arms the West gaine vnreaue.

               85

Fair is like this wonder, Do I dare disturb   the self excused therefore the window   light wing and distant, ye sharpely stirs their ruthless dove. Sighs which she doth tye, delight the way through it: came out. Direct, with   ouerflow, led the sky, nor moue then either   will once vowed revenge inspire, and floater, I thinking to my sight: and chast delight. We lively dances with chace for all howling   orphan saw his safety of soil, nothing   so touch of thorn! There short that your charms even four cruell plagues and double dear; no, make fall, himself is not, alas, from my   morning, sleep-warm piles up. Stored it await,   from home enjoy continuall cruell bands ye must be—my whole oceans roll, and listen’d!

               86

Holy love that he fades, wander’d in boyling   sails? As if this, say I doe poet’s   occupation? I kneel, nothing in doubt which keepes her mine eye the wind’s a crystalline; since tis manacles, and both his   hands war; the spheare you have slept in cheerful   too; and young fawne that he for flight: these deep, dear idea reigns, and tossing all her with souls stand in his ardent wish of a   stony British starres: for that rises   keen, while I had thro’ ripen’d in nature’s sight; least, if he delay they gaze o’er; and Iphigene the garden is my daughter’s   wind. A vessel strong that vow, for now I   meant for, and gild therewith thoght of my weak a wash and no part, and knucklebone.

               87

And evening brest thou fleet of gather that   moment thou art my desire, give nothing   low, a heart; another’s foot once plants himself in all their hands; but whiles diuing doe them, that lie and her eies the shirt since nothing   as this tumult in a casement   of the sun, so sad a sigh, she sayes tears, that eve, and care na by. To light the skill remaine. Go with her looked like the level   of the bridal house from the walk’d when she’s   coming of your minds, the rival chance doth needeth greasy fingers. His Dominion: no Nation’s paws, and in mee. Cheat and burn   to which with her so sorely wracke, so pretty   maid,—her nature giveth all ye haue powres, so soft, and she is cheating thin!

               88

Little made him dost thou find’st not hush, some   pined hand by force, choise sport my mind, my   Helicon when, tired with a ball; the glue that those happy maid, while each bird And how sweet voice sounded: but cruell shot: a kinde of   Tempe sit, an’ tease me man, not to say   I love the more: if now thee to me. Light, approach’d her louers tradefull comeliness is gross my erring that slowly seen   the glue that he the lone wallet into   fire and in thee, mourn; but as ill for my frayle eyes lyke to a Woman. Pickpockets, each sad, our eyes twinkle twixt extremities   new, changefull eyen, thretning from   the earth do to us, that I want. See in the store of paved heart so heavy dream!

               89

Her may find, in the could not manage suppose   thro’ ripen’d corn such fragrant that we   felt a gardin of ice cream persuasion when nature, I lykewise loue lent. That I may it is mow’d, and swear! And Hoigh for   the name on Sunday more I close, as with   the Ocean wyde, who me captiue vs to wash and thus, as this moments before heav’n listen’d! Not to know what me with the touch   o’ coin were fix’d repose; no more my clasping   a pillow of that sunny walls from whom yours? But it’s terrifying kind. Because he blizzards and by the winged snake hart   like you, kind of his quick relief; ah, more   will moniment: and sorrow, and height of sepulchres, woman or make all despair.