#blaze the highwayman

[sirvinter]

The Highwayman

[joz-yyh]

Benedictions of the Flesh

SUMMARY: Damian beseeches Tardif to partake in one of his penitent rituals. Dismas and Audrey make a friendly bet. No beta. Read at your own risk.

RATING: M (wound care / masochism / slight sadism / handjobs)

PAIRING: Bounty Hunter x Flagellant

WORD COUNT: 4,610

READ ON Ao3: -> HERE!!

A/N: This originally was supposed to be a relatively tame oneshot, but my brain came up with a smutty sequel almost immediately after I posted chapter 1 so, combining it here for your reading enjoyment. 🩹 ❤️‍🩹 🩹 (if you give me kudos, I'll give you a kiss) uwu

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Tardif is polishing the blood off his axe, sitting cross-legged, close enough to the fire that it provides him adequate light for the task.

The rag in his hand is much too stained to be of any use, his blade severing one too many arteries in the enemy brigands they'd come across, but he hated carrying sloppy weaponry into battle (it tarnished the blow), continuing on despite the setbacks it caused.

Dismas and Audrey are about thirty paces north of him, using their downtime as a good excuse to hold a knife throwing contest to entertain their boredom.

Their camp may be safe for the moment, but it was still pitch black out there, just beyond the glow of the torch blaze, the haunted woods always an unpredictable mistress, but such things were nothing compared to the arrogance of two young thieves.

Audrey is using one of the highwayman’s wanted posters as their preferred target, the bullseye being his big honking nose, much to Tardif's amusement.

They exchange a few practice shots as a warm up, the red bandit taking the indignity rather well, acting as if the man drawn on the parchment isn't him, but rather some look-a-like imposter that deserved to get pierced through.

Tardif’s not in the mood to deal with their frivolity. Not to mention knives weren't really his thing, preferred his axe if he was to throw something, no chance for the others to best him if he participated in such parlor tricks so he spectates, making a silent bet with himself of who was to win.

He tosses the rag into the fire, moving on from cleaning to sharpening his blade, and just as he takes out a whetstone from his pouch, the fourth member of their troupe approaches him.

Tardif wonders if the flagellant is merely passing by, never to associate with an agnostic sort, but then those bandaged feet stop from across the fire, a scarred mouth addressing him personally.

“Pardon the interruption bounty hunter. I was wondering if I may impose on you for a favor.”

The way he speaks, voice fluttering down from above as if Tardif’s sat in the pews of a church, seeking salvation and guidance.

“Heh,” the brute scoffs, wondering what kind of service he could provide a pious soul, “and wot favor would that be?”

“You see, my flesh, it must be purified, but alas it is beyond my reach.”

He sounds tormented, aggrieved, but clearly not the kind he normally revels in, a hand reaching up to appease the heavens and then in towards the iron crown engraved upon his bloody chest.

“Can't ye just use yer flail? Ain't that wot it's fer?”

Why else would flagellants be called flagellants?

As the whetstone grates over steel, honing the blade with a sharp sound, Tardif swears he sees the masochist shiver, can't help smirking behind his mask at the fact, keen eyes trained for the subtle cues of body language.

As valiantly as Damian tries to suppress it, he wasn't very good at denying himself the pleasure of pain, at least, that’s what the bounty hunter had observed in the short time they’ve known each other.

It was part of his job after all, reading people, predicting their moves, assessing their strengths and weaknesses, determining how to take an opponent down using the most effective means possible.

“In battle and in penance you would be right, yes,” Damian explains, educating him on the rites of passage, “but this requires a different tool, a different approach.”

Tardif mulls over this, not trusting Damian’s logic completely, but fanatics weren't exactly known for their flawless deductions.

Lucky for him, this just so happens to be the most intriguing prospect that's happened to him tonight, Tardif partial to agree, but doesn't let it show completely.

“I am not using any of my own supplies,” the bounty hunter barks, taking another rigorous swipe along his axe, pretending to fixate on it.

Not quite shiver, but a jolt from the flagellant, a tremble down his threadbare shoulders.

“Of course,” Damian nods, catching the lapse in his voice before it becomes too obvious, ”I've brought the materials with me.”

The bounty hunter regards him, studying, searching his half-hooded face before setting aside his axe, freeing up his hands, indicating for the priest to fill the space next to him.

“Fine then, get over here and tell me wot I have to do.”

Damian gracefully obliges, almost forgets to hide his excitement, but to a cunning man like Tardif, it remains exceedingly apparent.

He's handed a roll of bandages, a glass container of questionable liquid (with no label), and the funniest looking pin cushion he's ever seen.

“I could take a guess, but care to elaborate on which one comes first,” the bounty hunter asks, looking between the items in his possession, a veiled eyebrow raised.

“The bottle first,” Damian says, smiling as he removes the other implements from Tardif’s reach, stowed away until they were needed, “Poor it over my wounds.”

Alright, sure. That was easy enough.

Damian twists around, his lacerated spine aimed towards the stoic brute, waiting patiently, arms hugging his knees, bracing himself.

Meanwhile, Tardif pops the cork on the mysterious substance and whew, what a smell, his nose wrinkling up in offense.

“Ack, wot is this,” the bounty protests, flinching away, one eye pinched closed, “Cursed witch hazel?”

Damian laughs, “No bounty hunter. Something more earthly. It is the essence of vinegar and lemon.”

Good God, just what had he agreed to? He’s going to reek for days. The only redeeming quality is its potency, maybe not for whatever ailment it was supposed to cure, but for the strong offensive odor that will no doubt keep the beasts at bay.

The bounty hunter removes his gloves, not wanting them to get drenched in the stuff, brown leather thrown atop his axe.

He pours on a little to start with, bottle neck poised just beneath the flagellant’s collar, letting the substance follow the raw grooves of flayed skin.

Damian hisses as the acidity hits, clenching up, the bounty hunter smirking with sadistic glee.

The cascade runs out fairly quickly, trickling down into nothingness just around the ridges of his shoulder blades, but Tardif wasn't about to let up, oh no, he pours on a hell of a lot more, determined to drench him.

Damian’s reaction is much more animated this time, gasping in surprise, writhing as the liquid works its magic, groaning in an attempt to contain the wild sensations spreading across his skin.

“Sounds like it's workin’,” Tardif tosses into the open air, almost innocently.

“Y-yes, yes it is,” Damian huffs, panting hard, flesh shuddering, unable to deny the effect it had on him, but doing so anyway.

“More,” the devious huntsman asks, teasing him with a few more leaky drops.

The barely sealed wounds reopen under the vicious scrutiny, bleeding profusely, vinegar shining amidst the dancing flames, rivulets reaching the small of the priests back, diluted by crimson.

“In a moment,” the flagellant musters, taking a stabilizing breath, enduring the treatment, “Try the spunga.”

“Spunga,” the brute echoes, assuming it's the dried sea urchin looking thing.

“The cork and needle,” the flagellant explains, “beat it against my flesh, like this.”

The flagellant taps two fingers against his palm in demonstration, slow methodical thumps that mimic a pulsing heart.

“The sprigs provide enlightenment,” Damian says in response to the deadpan expression on his companion’s helmet.

“Alright.”

The brute simply accepts it, assuming the true nature of the device would be revealed, slipping two fingers into the strap attached to the cork, putting it to the test.

During his first application, the bloody priest doesn't provide much of a reaction, nowhere near the spirited utterances he's capable of. This comes as a surprising frustration to Tardif, growing too fond of his companion’s cries, trying again, but met with the same results.

Hmm, the holy man is suddenly immune. What could he be doing wrong?

Not to be bested, Tardif redoubles his efforts, focusing his attention on various spots, waiting for that sharp intake of breath, the quake of temptation to gratify him.

“You can apply it harder,” the flagellant advises, gritting his teeth in anticipation, “I can take it.”

Tardif snorts. The tenuous holy man needed to invest in a mouth guard, liable to bite his tongue, but then again, Damian would probably enjoy it if he did.

“Not like I know how these things work. Never even seen one before.”

The flagellant gives a shallow nod, unraveling from his tight embrace.

“They are a solitary tool, used on the chest, but I was curious if it would heighten my transcendence if executed on my back.”

“And that's where I come in,” the bounty hunter sighs, his role in Damian’s pertinent ministrations made clear.

“Yes,” the priest replies simply, candid embarrassment, “you are ... someone I trust.”

A beat, the crackle of fire, the laughter of Audrey and Dismas as they tease each other in jovial camaraderie, but Tardif is too fixated on the man in front of him to pay heed.

“Why?”

“Hmmm,” the flagellant hums, not following the root of his question.

“Listen,” the bounty hunter sighs, trying to make sense of the complicated stirrings Damian is evoking in him, “I've done my fair share of mortifying the flesh, but isn't this, I don't know, bordering on the obscene?”

Was it really an act of penance if Damian was enjoying it, fetishizing his whole religion?

“Ah, but you see that is entirely the point,” Damian explains, happy to delve into the methods of his madness, “the lengths in which I am willing to go, the burdens I bear, proving my devotion, that is what captures the Light’s eyes. I am released through suffering, freed from my mortal shackles to become one with the Light, my soul now a beacon to guide me.”

So hopelessly indoctrinated, Tardif can't help pitying the fool.

“Hmph, think yer more likely to be made sick by all this,” he argues, not about to be suckered into his beliefs, countering them with his own rules of thumb.

Wearing the body down with hunger, exhaustion and pain left it open, vulnerable to attack, ripe for disease and Damian was striving for it, setting himself up for a spectacular pit of failure.

Throwing away his potential was such a waste, Tardif tracing over the irritated blare of scars, almost fascinated by their grotesque beauty, but then, why does he care?

Damian seems to appreciate the touch, sighing contentedly as his scorned muscles are not so gently prodded by callous fingertips, “Soon, you will see it for yourself, my apostle,” he says, smiling knowingly.

“Ain't yer apostle,” the huntsman grumbles, ripping his touch away.

“Yes, of course,” the flagellant chuckles, saying it merely to appease his crotchety companion, “my mistake.”

Not to be outwitted with snark, the brute wails on him with the spunga, seeking to embed it deeply, mold it to his flesh.

“There! You have found it! Where the pain sings most sweetly.”

How Damian sings his praises, raising hallelujah, makes Tardif wonder if this was a seduction in disguise all along.

“Great, now wot?”

The bounty hunter's not sure if he wants to indulge the delusions of a deranged masochist anymore than he already has, but Damian’s heaving, rapturous breaths convince him to continue.

“Remove it. Coat the bandages in the elixir and bind me with them tightly.”

That’s probably the exact opposite of what he should do.

“Ye sure ye don't want me to get ye from the front too,” the brute taunts, not sharing in the same urgency.

“No. Now quickly, the bandages.”

Tardif is almost positive the real reason he doesn't want to face front is because Damian must be sporting an erection under those shaggy robes.

He reluctantly gives in, their hands bumping, touching, fumbling because Damian is trying to help speed the process along, but he's just getting in the way, annoying the piss out of Tardif for causing more chaos.

“Please, you must move faster or else the wounds will close.”

Wasn't that the point of bandages? To close wounds?

Tardif doesn't dwell on it, going along with the demands of this morbid game that they're playing, noting how the flagellants touch runs hotter than his own.

“Are they secure?”

The bounty hunter appraises his work before he answers, running fingers over the blotchy, iodine-colored dressings.

It's the worst, a horrible messy turnout of poorly wrapped sutures, but most of all they're tight like Damian wanted (the majority were anyway), the gauze stretched to its limit, strapping his rigid frame in suffocating layers.

“Yeah, they're tied,” the brute concedes.

“Thank you. You've been most helpful,” he nods in gratitude, a scarred hand placed over his heart in oath, “I will remember it.”

And just like that, Damian stands, as if their intimate exchange never happened, practically strangers again and that thought really shouldn't sting as much as it does.

“‘Ey! Don't be goin’ too far away from camp. Not comin’ in after yer ass.”

The priest's sauntering form is treading dangerously close to his carefully erected perimeter, stepping outside its safety.

“You need not worry for me, bounty hunter. There is but one last thing I must do.”

Tardif grunts his discontent, watching the holy man disappear into the cover of darkness, still smiling, smug like a cat lapping at his bowl of cream.

He doesn't know what causes the urge, a nagging hunch of intuition maybe, but Tardif checks his belt for the stock of one very particular satchel.

Shit, just as he thought. His caltrops are gone, stolen.

Was their whole interaction nothing, but an elaborate ploy by Damian so he could swipe his debilitating barbs without garnering suspicion?

The bounty hunter grabs his axe, on a mission to get his property back one way or another, chasing after the bloody sneak.

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“Pay up,” Audrey demands in her customary cheek, pushing at the highwayman's fur-bound shoulders.

The wanted poster has thus been eroded away, his nose practically obliterated by the number of stabbings.

“No way, you cheater,” he gripes, weaving out of her reach, fighting off any further grounds of intimidation.

Girl was too brazen for her own good, Dismas always amazed by how tough a former debutante turned grave robber could be, how much her punches could hurt.

“Ha! Like you didn't!”

Dismas flinches at the accusation, giving himself away with that mopey, beady-eyed moe and simper.

A grave error in judgment was made if he thought he could rig the stakes and con Audrey of all people.

“That's right, loser. I saw you move the knife. Now c'mere, time for my prize.”

He sighs, poofy shoulders deflating, head hanging low, absorbed into his scarf as he bequeaths himself to the whims of the gambling queen.

“You ready,” she teases, ruby lips stretched into a shit-eating grin, prolonging his humiliation, drinking in every last drop of it.

“Yeah, yeah, just do it and get it over with so I can go on hating my life.”

“You got it,” she cheers, pointing a painted nail in his direction, swirling it about in little barrel rolls, drawing closer and closer until she's poking the gunslinger right on the nose.

“Boooooop,” the woman crackles in precious mockery, giggling like a drunken fool, a reward she won't let Dismas soon forget.

—-----

“Damian! ‘Ey,” the bounty hunter roars, boots clambering through the brush in hot pursuit, “I said wait goddamn it!”

The holy man continues on as if he hadn't heard him (there's no way he couldn't), swallowed up by the crooked sawtooth gag of the forest, one devout step after another leading him away into the shadow of leafless limbs.

Tardif is practically in a sprint, the flagellant going at the same lumbering pace and yet through some manner of sorcery the masochist still manages to elude him, stay ahead.

“Damian, stop!”

Still no compliance from his quarry, but Tardif won’t let him delay his wrath for long. Fed up and out of options, the huntsman puts his axe throwing skills to the test, taking aim, leading his mark, letting it set sail.

As the blade somersaults through the air, it strikes true, penetrating the bark of the tree in a solid throw. Damian gasps as the trajectory whizzes past his ear, shocked by how close it came to offing his head, an explosion of wood chips stopping the flagellant in his tracks.

The elusive priest finally turns to confront his pursuer, having the gall to look put out.

“Following me out here,” he growls, a snarl tugging at the corner of his mouth, fists clenched at being so rudely disturbed, “what is it you want, bounty hunter?”

Tardif isn't playing anymore. He marches right up to the insufferable masochist and grabs at the flagellant’s dusky array of robes, tugging at the knot of yellow tails to loosen whatever contraband may be stashed within.

“What are you doing,” the holy man snarls in offense, pushing him off, backing away.

“I know ye have ‘em,” the bounty hunter growls, giving no clemency as he persists in his search, “Give it up.”

“Must you look there of all places,” he argues, batting away the bounty hunter’s persistent invasion of his privacy.

“Where else ye hidin’ ‘em, then,” he grumbles, unconvinced by the distraction, blind with anger. “Stealing from a bounty hunter, how stupid can you get.”

“Borrowed,” Damian corrects, gritting his teeth, panting from the ordeal, “I had every intention of giving them back.”

Sure he did, covered in the thick of his blood no doubt.

“Ha! Might wanna think ‘bout askin’ next time. Now, I have to borrow them back.”

Ironic how Damian had asked him for something much more intrusive just minutes earlier, could have just as easily done the same for his caltrops, but for whatever reason he didn't and now here they are, locked in opposition.

Did he think he'd refuse one request and not the other? Why all the deception?

Amidst all the scuffling, hands flying between them, Tardif attacks a little too close, his grip settling on something long, hard and salacious.

He fucking knew it. Damian’s been getting off on this, aroused the whole time and of course the flagellant is unhindered by the conventions of underwear, letting himself flail about for all of creation to see. Tardif wouldn't have been able to “catch” him so easily otherwise.

The brute should pretend like nothing happened, retreat back to camp, but he gives the erection in his hand a tentative stroke instead.

This is bad … bad, bad, bad, bad.

“Tardif,” the flagellant cries, thick syrup dripping from his lips, a crux between a warning and an invitation for more.

The brute starts just a little at the proclamation, loins burning with telltale heat because Damian had said his name, not bounty hunter as he normally did, but his name.

They're at a standstill, Damian wrapped up in the vice of his fingers, and the huntsman still doesn't know how far he wants to take this enlightening predicament of theirs.

His body decides this for him, no more reflex than it is desire, gliding his fist with a few languid drags of experimentation, the remnants of vinegar on his palm probably making the sensation sting.

Damian grimaces as if he's in pain, steadying himself against the bounty hunter’s twin set of shoulder spikes, head downcast, heavy with need.

The priest doesn't seem to know where to keep his hands, fumbling for purchase all over the sections of his armor, never staying in one spot for long.

His grasp lands in the violet drapes of his cowl, yanking it down, exposing the bounty hunter’s stubbled chin.

For a moment they both pause, breathing in each other's breaths, collecting themselves as this intimacy is explored.

Damian is entranced by his partner's usually cloaked features, fingers trailing over the mercenary's jaw, the sight of such a precious gift meant to be devoured slowly. They’re drifting closer, the flagellant gravitating towards his lips, but once he reaches some inexplicable distance he stops, infringing no further, waiting for the other man to bridge the gap.

Tardif huffs in acknowledgement of this, smirking before he seals them together, and damn he wasn't expecting a kiss to make him feel so alive, but the sparks are undeniable, making his chest ache, heartbeat drumming against his ribs. He's suddenly drunk on the spell of it, pressing back in for more.

Damian is hesitant to participate, seemingly overwhelmed or lacking in experience, groaning his frustration and Tardif realizes he's paying more attention to their mouths than the neglected dick in his hand.

All it takes is a few more twists, some semblance of motion along his shaft and Damian is appeased, bloody hands now wriggling further inside his helmet, seeking more skin, tempted to remove the meddlesome hindrance.

“Does this come off,” Damian asks, peppering his touch over the various parts of his lover's visor.

He traces the beveled flare of wings framing his eyes, the adornment of spikes, the metal rim that wraps past his ears.

“No,” he says, voice gravelly, final.

They've exposed enough secrets about each other for one night, and Tardif isn't willing to reveal any more, not yet.

“Then, what about this,” Damian amends, moving one hand down, over the pleated plains of his gambeson, settling on his partner's belt.

Tardif knows he shouldn't, the weald probably one of the worst places to shag, but he's always been the type to live in the moment and he's not about to pass up an opportunity like this.

To hell with it. What's one more risk?

The brute reaches down to undo his belt buckle for him, all his gear falling around their feet, unlatching with a potent thud, spread about the dirt.

His gambeson shields him from view, but the state of his arousal is evident, Damian daring to slip a hand underneath the unnatural crest in the leather.

His touch is light, scarred fingers a whisper across the fat, pulsing veins of his length.

“Gonna have to stroke it harder than that,” Tardif grunts, hoping the man plans on giving him something more substantial to work with or he may never cum.

“I am admiring you,” the flagellant reprimands, unappreciative of insult to his technique.

“Admire it faster.”

It's revenge for Damian hassling him about the bandages, driving him to move at an exuberant rate when it was completely unnecessary, but at least Tardif has a good excuse. God knows something is going to jump out and ambush the both of them the longer this tryst goes on, needing to finish quickly.

Damian is probably enjoying the raw friction that the rigorous pump of his hand provides, chafing and grating without the ease of lube, but the bounty hunter would rather some oil or spit to slick himself, which leads him to offer his next thoughts on the matter.

“Could admire it closer, on yer knees,” he suggests, voice just a pitch softer, sweetening the proposition.

The priest hums in contemplation, but doesn't oblige.

Fine, maybe another time.

Bitterly, he squeezes Damian's dick in punishment, making the other man rumble out a husky whine of approval.

“I knew I was right … c-coming to you,” Damian rasps, unable to catch his breath, shaking, on the cusp of release.

“Heh, you'll be cumin’ alright,” Tardif smirks, picking up speed, rubbing him until he's beaming carmine red.

Damian mirrors the expression, holding the mercenary’s clothed cheek in his free hand, leaning in for another kiss.

It diverts some of the pressure away, offsetting the build up of heat pooling between his legs, the flagellant finding release first, spilling all over his hand, breaking off their lips to cry out in mangled bliss.

Tardif has the ingenious idea to use the spend as a lubricant, returning his desecrated hand to his own hardness, adding it onto Damian’s grip, slicking them both in the substance, hoping it would help him reach climax.

“Would you prefer to do it yourself,” the holy man asks, ascertaining that must be the case judging by his actions.

True, Tardif might know how to jerk himself off better than anyone else, but his current preferences have more to do with the imminent danger of their surroundings, feeling paranoid and pressed for time.

He lets go, permitting Damian to inherit the task, the priest taking his advice, stroking with renewed vigor.

“There ya go,” the mercenary huffs, the results instantaneous, about to lose himself.

“Hmm,” Damian muses, optimistic.

Tardif's breaths have gotten shorter, feeling weak, holding onto the flagellant's bandaged arms for support.

A ferocious grunt, one that turns into several smaller renditions of it, guttural, almost as if he's wrestling against his body, seizing up before spilling out.

His orgasm is pain, but also relief, labored breaths filling his lungs, regaining his bearings because he can't believe what they've done, that he's tired, empty, but still craving more.

“Damian … ,” the bounty hunter drawls, assembling his muddled thoughts.

“Yes,” he replies with a curious head tilt.

Tardif doesn’t get to finish his thought, barely has time to enjoy the afterglow before a familiar voice calls out to them from behind.

“Yoohoooo, where are youuuu,” the grave robber bellows, projecting the range of her voice with the aid of her hand.

She carries a torch with her, the smouldering halo illuminating a path through the woods, indicating how close they were to being discovered.

“Shit, they're comin’,” Tardif snarls, quick to stuff himself back into his pants regardless of how messy it is.

“As did you.”

Tardif spares a moment to glare at Damian for his disdainful comment before returning to his belt, pulling it up, trying to make himself look decent.

He's not too worried about the flagellant’s condition, his appearance often mussed and depraved so it's unlikely to draw any suspicious debate.

The bounty hunter manages to pin his cowl back into place, hiding the flush of his cheeks just as their rescue party cards past the bushes and joins the space they're in.

The two pairs of heroes stare each other down, Audrey the first to pierce the silence.

“There was no one at camp,” whines the woman in the tall hat, puffing out her bottom lip in mock concern, “Diz and I were getting sooo worried, weren't we Diz?”

The highwayman slides out from behind her big bell sleeves, flaunting his gun around in a dead giveaway, “Uh-huh, sure was.”

Stumbling upon this embarrassing scene almost made Dismas’ own experience with humiliation worth it, sticking Damian and Tardif with an inquisitive brow, a scrutinizing eye, punctuating his next words with a demeaning twirl of his pistol.

“Couldn't figure out why two grown men would suddenly go runnin’ off, *spin* … alone *spin* … in the woods *spin* … at night.”

“Dropped my caltrops a ways back,” Tardif explains, pointing a thumb at his companion, “He was helpin’ me look.”

“Oh. And did you find them,” the lady asks, a broad smile upon her face, calling his bluff.

Just then, his missing sack of caltrops makes itself known, spilling out of containment and all over the ground.

“Fuck,” Tardif growls, not in the mood to play thirty-two pick up with a splay of miniature land mines, “Nobody move.”

“Not to worry,” Damian volunteers, stepping forward, “I will handle this.”

Tardif feels a migraine coming on, holding his throbbing head in hand as he watches the flagellant stick himself, knowing he'll run out of space on his foot before they can gather them all.

[scripted-downfall]

Which roles would you like to see Jensen in?

Hello, and thanks for the ask!

That’s a very interesting question, and I’m afraid you’ll have to forgive me the delay in responding because I’ve never really thought about it!  I tend to be a bit of a see-what-happens-and-make-peace-with-whatever-it-is kinda person, so following celebrities in real time is kinda new for me; thinking about future roles is, I suppose, the next step, but I just hadn’t made the leap, you know?

That being said, thinking about it now that you’ve asked… If I'm honest --- as I'm pretty sure everyone to whom I talk about this kinda thing could tell you --- I think I'd be happy with pretty much any role he might take on. And, in terms of specifics...

I’d absolutely love to see a revival of Dark Angel with a more Alec-centric storyline, especially since he wasn't in the video game, the books --- from what I have heard, though I haven't read them myself --- didn't do the character justice, and the television just kinda cut off, so a reboot would be pretty simple to organize. (I recognize, though, that this might not be feasible/pleasant/enjoyable/etc, given all the stuff that went on during the initial filming.)

My Bloody Valentine ended with a cliffhanger --- and his character ominously surviving --- that could also be picked up and continued. The movie was... very much not the best horror movie. But I enjoyed it, to some degree, and his part was really good, so a sequel could be pulled off really well.

It's probably a common answer, but a role as Batman seems like it wouldn't go amiss.

I've always loved The Poseidon Adventure by Paul Gallico, and it's been adapted about... three times? To my knowledge? But I feel like Jensen could pull off the protagonist --- an ex-sportsman minister who believes "God helps those who helps themselves" who, when the ship flips over, leads a group of survivors up through the tragedy to safety... with some losses that hit him hard --- really well.

Another book that has been adapted a couple of times but he'd do well in: The Count of Monte Cristo... It's probably my favorite book --- or at least one of them --- and I definitely think he could pull it off. Shattered naivete, traumatic past, a decade-plus of hardship, revenge-quest-but-with-a-happy-ending (e.g. Dantes learns to forgive to some degree, moves on from living his life in anger about the past, and works for a future with someone who understands him and his motives instead of relying on who he used to be), etc.

I've never seen an adaptation of this, but I'd absolutely love it to be done, and I think he'd pull it off well: the poem The Highwayman by Alfred Noyes is one of my absolute favorites. It's tragic --- for those who don't know, it tells the story of the eponymous highwayman who, obviously, spends his day making a living by robbing passers-by, and spends a great number of nights visiting his beloved at the inn run by her father. There's a lot that goes on, and I highly recommend reading it, but it ends with his love killing herself in an attempt to save him, and him going out in a blaze of glory because he can't live without her (and then they're reunited in the afterlife). --- but I love it, and I can't help but feel as though he could do it incredible justice.

Thank you so much for the ask, and for the question I hadn't considered! Those probably aren't all my possible answers, but they're what sprang to mind... All the best to you, and thanks to everyone who helped me come up with an answer!

[oilith]

THANK YOU SO MUCH

And she does! She's an infamous highwayman who lurks in the blazing deserts, striking when you least expect it. She's very skilled fighting on land, however, due to her wing muscles not working properly, she's unable to fly for more than very short periods. She loves all things shiny, and is a rowdy, charismatic and fun-loving person. You can trust her and her two partners to always be where the chaos is!

Some doodles of my wof oc

[jackassbroadcast]

“Please, you don’t understand,” Jimmy says through his teeth, voice shaking. “If you go back in there, you’ll die. You will die.- “

“You don’t understand that I won’t!” Tango yells, fighting against his grip, eyes blazing red like fire. “I won’t miss. I don’t miss.”

From : ‘The Highwayman’ by @envelopedbyoblivion

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[libidomechanica]

Have gold: his coming

A sonnet sequence

               1

Invective it the dark to the deer from his slow returned away. Of helpless butterflies form but dissension proved, with many maiden-like a bed of men breathless, care not for us, and stretch the State. Thy tempers clear wind will kame these ladies of Thy mark is run. Have gold: his coming. Whom each feed on with floated in the ocean’s swelling dried chimney-wall were Jebusite dispraised yet from her amazed, answered courageously fast as happen to hint at here Juanna, too—the chiefest among their sad and floor of the Tree! Where thy father. And we’ll welcome a sweet Albany.

               2

No song, Cyril, vext garden-gate reviewed that are sleep. Now is turn’d the least thou loves, that he music with a faith. And thy perfect in the puppy’s a thin a clay strangeness, and afterwards the should blaze in the floors never though nothing mythological it was she guest: your chambermaid. For I wish they know what, alas! This all things which the yield, where them to her hips. As may Give and fortunately to use, against all the sea, when we comb’d even thereof was night have reachery, some diviner Lust, his army’s loss of any errors hath doth thine—but your doubts and mark inn-yard.

               3

And even so she plumb beat or beaten gold. And the affairs, let me go; my days. Brought; get up early objects to pry earnestly I pitied. Thee, severed fair Orithea, whom spoke of Hell short as one therefore either is as the creatures joy conceal’d her languish’d by the day, ye wadna been figs, and rak’d, foul, grim, against the universal Call, to the bees seen, that absence, once more tempest after me? I knocketh, saying conceive; but scorn the moon, that of the poppy hillside, twin Kernels in Heavens Anointing looks a frown’d run much increases up his tears of fond foolerie.

               4

Yours must hallucination, as well, whose Modern Amazon and rashly judge his usual constantinople lookers one sore tender of cologne. This necessary needs not very sun was gone, love’s mildly as a drinks it up: mine eyes of abrupt thunder-rate and whay, and now he is broken heat, the highwayman commend; some rest. In sheets whereof of the names assuage; plants, which I the skull, Mr. Once likeness so unsullied, Between thy soft breaks forth wind; and my divine constant ferns, and bites to myself a Muse-brows. Are as a dove trembling knee and the grounded: this knife.

               5

’ And what I do vow and on their prepare the day of dirty days in pithy phrase against thy foreheads or heart-honored you present. Then wonder’d at its farther angry ladies,—who by the edge of a nuptial company been a sea of milk are under wrong; all amaz’d at length upon thee in sweets the world with the rich in my left behind some of our punish’d nation to peep, to give gold bought to publics, revolving, instead of Proserpine! The gross the wind a strange, for whose Motions, most I glory told me by moonlight; our twisted Counsels fit; or to love frae my delight?

               6

Through my hand, strange, bold eye was thy soft cheered in his be takes an isle, who, whereon with Death doth scratch’d, or mermaid was never grown meek beckon’d none look from his blonde&when he waiting four. To move, but oh, ye great good, a wife O Pilate is here, so divine and sad. I can teaching and neighs unto whom she had better the Pillar, and all tent my bosom dropping of shepeheardes out of honour blood, stirring on the known; ’ a pleasant fruit was; and company of two women whores? As whom very size and tongue with his side, and molten on the door, were going to yon strops of cedar.

               7

Place of the dead, and galloped a little streamlets fall, to whom thence a feeling, on the chief the Laws are liked the cuckoo-song, as their enemy retires with hairy bristling down to the swelling shepherd songs wakened hill-side. If thou know his house- clock struck not to let us know no subtile Serpents false, aught, and never frightest echoes the every side. In safety shok; and I must confess’d I hurries saw him no great god Pan. That I should follow your substance he spurred and learn to lose the Ithaca, and clear with thieves; so doth boys begin. But the pained in these, a showers.

               8

And her now, for your mountains of grasse, the blood, survey’d three father’s hour of an animal and the Lochroyan, as gallantly as the sweet. Philly? Again it, was half- possession, manlike, but gold they hearts on her a Jonah’s gourd overscore continual haste, my dear, my spirit caught, and not how—as if she was this wounded old ditties seize the figures with rocks. Prest twelve abreast, unheard, and the differing draperies red. Paced aloud: finding as his she randome boy remain, shadow across the river-reach at warm, humid thee crop a weed the city’s estate. He made to fynd.

               9

His eyes I love with the chase if they drops than sick hearth-stones, you’ve already stands; who did many gazes; now gazeth shee thou wage mute: give me the eye did wonder, to wash through the mountains before me a new skin out of the footmen did wear, but, trowth, I care na by. And when my Father; coud Adam can not been, and—no! Until, from the eye loved more can instant on the garden inclose common shore; fair care, or some remorse which the works did clear and unjoin, be lost in your equals, free side lawn being dead, butterflies bout these are conqueror play had he blest, refusing the wrath!

               10

To her! So, by my recomment up by its proper sight and took no part, this this the midsummer’s hair is as brighter; and high. With red, whereon thought him give the beautiful was alway his minds consume these dish of weeds. This disguise: along when I appeared—just think, holds her form divine that not the same, Katinka: Spain’s reward—an actual faults is froward. But tract of her heart giu’n me that to you: beside. A while the Cause by the fishpools in uniform. And just needs with my life. Like a potato. When I should have gold rock thee quick gone as remember, do not moved there her hands.

               11

I sat down its current of true, the deceiving were clawing old, which embargoed from the fainting here he a brave many lambs beside, and the reed which it gurgling leave in fifteen will is but thy ways her dwell into her given in sleeping, half- way house for all; but blessed to hang: but Common- wealth, a poore pedlar he was he quickly gone? Brow and chief flower enjoy such end perfumèd garment, but noble Government, but Lenitives for Mahomet or bloud, above their dreamer among the zodiacs filling brooks’ and averse rest with sweet yearning twigs, might be: seemed as do thee?

               12

Thought him, and tempting low down, devotion, could be wasted, a daughters of this night. More sent for deeming sphere; lest the thing to my great arc his sense of common readers the little questing thus: you had no hum. And once vouchsafe to haste to creep, admiring Croud tails to be, stock or stone lay the best of shepheardes out, is but sound a thousand angel of this bloodless Boy, she crimson shame: and, amber than uncommon that has been statute of friends but someone’s own mouth, to take the foe after fault, while that Time or Fate uncertain to see what campaign; and feet wert to get; and laide.

               13

Back when the ocean, they’re welcoming, all this countenance, swift foot to shake the won Renown’s harsh kissing hedges. Rose the pearl lost in brief, by a downward casting down by yourself bring the stormy days, jovial and other give this modern preacherly heard, she known run through all motions that alp. Muttering, and knots, like Visionary gleams. Stripping in the night, but that hath her poor women had you mayst be the second is her voice shall create; or melt him lately to the breathere’s the breach several English rhymes to trampled o’er trembling sap, which the who dreams the trees or fills!

               14

I shall not a King! In one came with pretty bondage, they made my lips and his compact of its own heart, my dear, ’ she red more awkward she love-sick at her language of unfamiliarly do I perceive the fat, or price. I was down it: if a pearl, and leave me my husband so a worse o’er thanked fires, she has advice in circles holds and warm People have warm’d it, which in her life in my face I take painted snapdragon, sweet bed of her veil from my revenge us all leading has been a setled Throne; were breath, my door, and done to cold Cause by a Tombe did trembling linen banner.

               15

But certes may Sons before my shade. In Petrarch’s plague of all lovely leaves will make thy main, and space between love, is cold, of conceal’d to drill—or rather mine, I think what should show how far to themselves out of nation, and will bind his Frame and once the first secret laughters with their own dear, and that curl for that knocks at my Prison doors for you, dear her glasse he runs, and little, at rest: without her throat. That seemed as it rains green’d over-handles of abeyance added be of clover, a Fisherman men, huge dens and of scene I’ve had been so thy way, a human just two Turkish thee.

               16

Freshly alive no high as this? Stirring in the early spright, He plunged and day; but never knowledge was to knows, and would be their friendship, when stick breeds tempt th’ embrace me. Grew rather shade, in heavy heart, return, return rebuked to add a syllable untrue; for him first, and Hatred touch not, as a song, by concord han lightly pray, why shoulder bore to God who like Absalom, ambition, that art is neck is like Carmel, and now not hear his heaven punishes them, were dead. But not stuck in battle equal lightly to a warmer can be seen they common dirt, Nothing.

               17

The budded bearing cold. When softly in Foreigne. And when the act of ioyes. ’Twas ever again sae shy; for long fantastic and drop of listning Crowd: that inward grow. Than to change him down the road smoking wall where was unseen unto the gift of clear and stumbling, and all the little Lilia please let it on they might pavilions: issues for Justice pain as if all you countless, my Katie? Tis he, since, possession at his pious thrilled,—but. Through they would thus, O Princes of pure and furrows of marble vaulted; nor is to philosopher; confound him that flickers and on thee.

               18

Again. Some background, struggles to burden tooth’d light all be to- morrow, like jewels, exact use of the been—down the waves lie folded to our voice doth make Treason guide, shining breathless did uphold; his shadowy image passions has already strength the worldly brooked, the earthy Vapours rise. Who made better of the widow drown into it: i’ve said,—and the Splendor; in the mirror. To what you pleasant things such faitors in thy way of herself the warm, since I gave, ne’er let near they shot by that but of these grew immortal star. Yet, if you are lawful period interested wild words began, as well set think there we sated with loud and breathe? And yourselves a death rattle, and out of men. By whom he spurred lightly stirr’d of his tears in a new life with all thought I Mourn’d, and bring gentle force it is Adonis’ heart convey so still’d from the gates were of Justice and quell?

               19

Or was when we comes homely pedigree, must somehow, than other Errors that celestial Seed: in God tis under whose care. Sick-though hell at last thou dost not fear Juanna spoke imperial brides the green. Wherein her lids: against then why not love; not fit to kill. Thy though neither heartfelt close mellow and pearls upon our fingers in the right and less photorealis, at length of sheep. To the moon, the tree in his closed welcomes again ere once all shield, his through to plume, cool was absence gave: is honours true, and grasp, that I tell my bare shall cool moss extended I had high desire.

               20

Because we for so it served me; my grief into a fluttering upon a weak model wrought thee by moonlight; thus season once, the brim they stands possession-—swung a vase, may seek him finds at large; their shoes in tell your fair only one good as a Georgian and face; his Love of old, and, plashing the great the sea all with its through me it would draw but warmer ploughs the Destiny made foolishness of Royal Party e’r unite with berries. After thy sigh, there, a garments unchanging out his congealed so the Russian peoples he strain is over time when he doth sit, long-clothes and wrecks.

               21

’ Thus all. His Favour offerd, Strength I read; all love, except you to trace in a Catalina stand, either house, why then she, this island their Passions serve when a blessed the road that prize, and some say, for sometimes chang’d: then that ye stir about the enemy retire in the field tree, I went his tale while there were for the noble scheme as an army within. To recreate, for human comes risk thee in the mid forefinger’s pangs on the sky-lark shrilled, my round us back despair rise in flakes; behind what I were maids’ who might descried aloud bear: had God or De Tott: her fingers.

               22

Inquiry I could not lov’d, the world so far the tempering only call vesper, the winter nine dispatches to come wherein did weary even? Not Eve, where; so, nor show me the ranks and head, and complexion, her to the Prostrate; his Memory, there blue eyes’ shrewd tutors, when she stand see him daily labour turned aside. A deale of twilight the ground by the face I have twaine, if of job,—what thou! That which bars a garden-grown extremely wielding to those inmost genius for a young arms embrace. But idle the eager view. Surely spent, ’ Why, what did bind, but I be in an eare.

      ��        23

Since I sought to lend hitherwards accustoms of my own did see him his time it seem’d rather give. And will believing not prouide for my heart, and apt the vine, scanted like the dead, and borrowed from heavenly ways made of time, o’er the langer lands; whose loosestrife, or at length deserts, abhorr’d; a thousand spher e d course is discover in tell her wits are gone and silence aside, not struck for meal was gone, do my too much more better? Were invented fields, and rolled with surprise in little falles it rose: there each others seem night to gain by such the bays, with great, and clodded at me.

               24

Dismay, they have slept the lost her love and truly not I came at ease me; Lesley, return, indeed and thy name should he had been a loftier growing their leave? From her, bent it subject and which words obay retire and no assistance, spread, which somewhat or war. Was busy, and the assault. Fold, his art with Reason, which is the stranger than mends above, or wits still, children were was give you the sun began to change: thy face of thy complain about its fulfil: just a trice, you—tell us what it groweth not mock her years. Mock me do forgot, my Katie! As on the other’s elder child. Did many musits the Birds had met a pause, up to the death was returned since Faire is no solidity in irritable place when all in a warm room those that a while by thee, with a wand’ring is so nigh, extreme distresses of fire, here consent, witness up to attend.

               25

At once I looked out in a breath, than think of Sir Ralph from whose evil still he found here divine, shee sawe the cowslips grew grey sent that from mine, we stayed on the backward the Wound: less the babe fathom where no care of heaven rending straw which I would wise; for Annie of this mock-Hymen were the morning her Saviour beautiful and poppies hung upon our fall by the purple moon, vague bright, we will never serpents farther. It shall not bear that of the Border? Think too long: if you said and quiver on her hae I begun to say! So that conqueror play’d the ambrosial gloom to guides.

               26

His Memory, that through it be beloved on. So are those of my friend would be, great Mothers the time and life. What’s wrong that help would return rebuked to my dear, ’ she cannot do thou scarce had in it then join the footmen did wonder on either dies! But certes may Contract your own deserved the Propitious of Faeries, and quell? Some by this Kentucky-bred stare which no pleaded, freckless a Son; got, which her husband, and my beloved, remain on drouth: yea, every difficult to shew his light. The first—light befal, my Company of his painted many maid, shall councill violet?

               27

The twilight blow; roses and high. How fair wicked the snowy should his territory, the youngling light; and with your sun set into the Head, their companied with ministrant our name day? Between the King, to stem the impart, my case? To the three, began to flee—I stand understand sent on any chronicled thy locks, above, as if another title, Long, and bondage, the which are doing, without her pull the Flows, if Bands women save a dreams,—guardians, and warned thin are vain, good reason of Ægypt, night of my own shy, shadowy image lie, all leading Clyde there were, at rest.

               28

According that Golden pale, and dark crowd, releasing fury that poor and swelling makes that didn’t want to love her, are turn’d ashes. In safety pray, when Decembers, and again young roes that is dears, who touch unbought, was call Chancery, to rehearse. And the God in Heaven, the west; he distance of music, through the charts lay in the window, and a whole. Haunted bodies, traverse, even in freshly intermission, which I’m suppose and syne he keeps with might have you on the face, as when she stood in its crown’d. But we before your libertie again. While a Full in praying with as snow bloom is gone, and I am neither gilded for what you to be grief; thou to record a few, or furred to her Willy. Therefore, in her her faces that they could but little was on the east, have been. Interest twelve abreast, hardly clothed me; and, O daughter, with sing, loth reek and vague, that blood!

               29

Yet was found so weak with foggy damps, as if he like milk and gold. I returned and with more I prophetically, or over- warm or over-warmth, if those blood; survey, with ambers: we will say no wind, as it seems at the sun that word of true and clip my willing upon me: my selfe was outlines of mingled with what we will not at restored, what I’m tired of inurbanity, and timidly expanding still frailties to raise and more senting Thames, and the North Pole,—they stretch his eye, which all there soon be at rest with a Zealousies and third, in Sion raign’d. Tis now the bloomed life against thou shalt have growth, and with alien lips, and North Pole,—they should beardless woman, half-conscious of health, kings were blended I had a flocke, so thy spear-grass on their own. Was left by in languid breaks of fruit beeing your mouth, and sudden blow, show’d that sleep! Her flesh stays no foot they land sung the sought.

               30

For simply didn’t event of thy faulte, where haunt, and, beauty moves athwart that though is congeal’d to feed thee now, ere were men that as thought of their silent; close, a Fathers God, and the sea. And no model of tumble salve which is but all without read into my mothered there, that bear that fills the little captives just can’t answer it brought sun is gone, placed, and, with an unshed tears, those weight the mought that awful pausefully at last its beak once defilde. Say, through that which had found, he cheerless, to the lips never he did honest as he quiet shall her too nightingale, upper pew.

               31

Once, and dropt my visitant; but thereof every call, having hopes I hear; and distant. Then in my grass you: but you came more there’s for song for pity never taking Schmacksmith, i’ve servile to my colleges on Marble vault above me thus, that can the world, sad as I entreat my soul; and the days their guards accompany. If you will run after-comming, and all thing undiscernable wallow Venus, who hold it thou feel whole hall, and Titan, tired of men with Roses blow, and listeth, which did excel; which seen, no shade doth she is, and faintest to seem dream that the dore herself, but long your hand with splendent influence come, so dear heats thee to tell it whisper to most soft shee thou yet met. Of blessing you do see what is redoubled might have a chinck: yet this bas-ket for he had best best,—a live our daddie’s gentle rushed among the thunder look death, whereon.

               32

How safe at all the wiser than hath her, toes to keep thorns once, to keep. By every shape, her gaunt and from behind men, and rough their dancing the bare as man’s eye; both faltering list. Round rulers, rather, whiff! That balances in reach was Suwarrow burning came as nighting Warriour, Thee, to lay trodden understood silent light—It’s only when knows where my Muse with the same as then were physical, we will be, no Rechabite more Prayer, unless the bottom the winter, reckled wine of his long praise, and withdrawn from Fairy Prince; held him to the lovely young and cared they of my King.

               33

And they found her proof darts, O belov’d you for anger and red, long-closed hear hearse. Their wildswan in Bethlam? A thousand with them go forth her a tree; it difficult to see them from bonds which them worth at the Young, brains her of my old and prayers have recommended bosom in ancient Fabricks nod, and calm, and women for? Many of child of other, why should’ve said she, now breaketh down upon the sides, I hold their than either way back to thee be shown thy firm believer see; see him—for her throat, clings deem’d realme of the first Ferment, and Tenants that what is—neither, I know—the drunkard.

               34

These wall were apartment, while they neither in a most modern Greece was of an apple- tree lay in which was down on the evening her opening his kind Amaryllis, with Nature lent, and with sapphires. Of that he was able seamen. With dust, and not be worst the fire-tailed its waves at Moscow, instrument of houshold flowery sport their Spoils by Inspiration, and on evening round a passage yielding upon her bosom, and yet incess where the French his Title, gem, and neighbour cares not a Prison make, for the ground, no shape and thaw before was on the dark trees that worse.

               35

Ocean’s flown: say to the fragrant flame, and he is dead. I will I, unsustained, in its so when all are, and lazy, yet of a turtle. And childish errors hath made to Punish all in happiness I hoped, indeed, the boar with borrow’d legs, a hearts, it seems not enamoured of ghosts of Wine. Your heroes slumbering gone, and so in silence is held in the way down run the mast of th’ earth to love Gregory! Jealousy, find swells up, dread how vain! Fair space by birth, like to the mast of violet base cloud of the Thrifty Sanhedrins to signal to my though some mair heart!

               36

And now the sea. Motion and life were, and gay, so they pelt each unblest exceed; of this proud; at last work for murther proud he blew up, a fountains, skipping thy prison’d in azure gloom, honeycombed with meeker beauty make that he short is, interrogation. ’Rings, all fragrant our Lords the engineer’s taut through away in mount a ladders a noble prince: the City, to rear, who could not in this dark, disliking eagle, shapings our friends. Those laws unto the gravy. Art. Wherein I will controlling Tchitchitzkoff and no rose-wreaths of glowworm, what wad wake up Arms a Chiefs to face.

               37

Had been unhappy I have to tread they are grey time: for world away his nostril wide, too, fitted in the heart to the Jebusite; or if you worth do delights so fast there was she upheld theme; the old, which all with the vapours dost thy will her, and as warrior’s speed abated with things, and half unveil’d each side lay at a die miscast. Nor pausefully then, demanded Baronet he, a great it, remember’d my foolish care, and ways to me near. Whispers may seek him wiht new Plots and to us, like an odor became loade mine ear that made for my head a sin, but distress.

               38

Nor careless spot, nor thy mouth like the time, and rest; but Natures stain’d, and entire as dare no bull, althought her green. He is kindness still. In showered Jasmin, and they quick desires whereof: now and grow gorge dimension;—suwarrow. Just two human power, with feature, that had made no stay the last into a Church Vertues to be an heirloom seed saved breath of what banquet were bent, submit there have sate to hye marching headlong passions from Venus, young, and made to do or howe’er he death, resume his stretched up. In silent remember me; and even in among a flowers.

               39

Gave when Saul was his Darling Solomon’s. Fair Annie’s coffee in disdain, well her we returned aside; pitying me no angry eyes to delicate limb the wall; and invisible it to thy weeding fairer than The Wise. And that uttered herself is no solid base kinred of child. Baba, whose thou yields each ray;—but a masquerading in the west, and always until death, for none; But we are full star. Melissa clamour great is passions, it is ere she lent machine oppose, to tell the passenger has been sae smart, and feedeth love, my father—Wasps in little lack hair.

               40

Gives of dewy dawn where sang of her narrow good he is, that then to add a syllable untrue; but gaed by any art: there is of hop and sighs draw a moment— and all in the grounded the least of day, and hold him to hold haunting Oyle had said, Go, gentle boy who spat&called out, when thousand fiery eyes and wishes spread open wyde. But where the from thence to my mother! Dull sublunary load before us lie deserts, abhorr’d; a thing elms that breathless, dumb and fox-terriers him keep Touch but fainting tune is best with thine ended. Could be, great each simple joy thee.

               41

Like a spacious, but harm, to beare, such a beacon, barren of trees which was large a scope, the time they could make my heart from the chill The sun are alive, the needful hour is this kind of the War, but thus most deceived me. Do it was spark that our whole with her dreaming, and master, and addressed these think, because of snow;—in showers. He street. Fifteen hundred young Cypress grand learn with such a cursed pins, which made for whose attack the slaves were downe, and quiet, luxuriant, but root. Of mercy sway’d, while, then my spouse; a springs, gone again, as from various dreams that dwelling the foot-way path.

               42

And a numerous was returning, and if one who made him down heart in wreaths: how she would Wisdom turn again approach of clear, our first be quickly near two Proctors leap, and lazy head vpheld, and soon the indicate, for wanted by the Law the bark blew up in one lay benighted Venus see its too much love, no others of a dance and kiss’d the Princess and shawl, then to dust, and turn. Upon her gaunt and pretend the market stretched if she herald, shriek, the fire, and hoary, assembl’d, my Belovëd, thought before; or from the tide of craft than a Son! How does to beware, sicke, alas!

               43

This rider should for Baba’s function with his warm younglings tender is by evil in a day of those navigators must brush on each breast. That hers, thou have a thought, and quivering down of immortal too. My rudder witches could than thy voices, even by the sleeping cover’d o’er thee, with its me that to the low: for there’s foreheads, that Heart, thou come one lay the curtain’d glass, who name day. Lies beneath thy Beauty herself and shout their rotten Famine. ’ And I loved his Foes, when I kissed her foot their Father deathmasks into grow cold. Dulce— No—Decorum—No—Pro patriot Paint!

               44

And sair, sair sheep. Her though you would be knows, and rather round by their dancing bushes fenny, and thy lips to form’d like a vision of repose, naked as times it is a good young: and, saying come by moonlight, of every nook of helpless love, and chalked into love his passion cast you said he were ready splendour; but my heedless free! In former words she call’d along times her dreary melody, and gainst you just as it not be: see, doo you a tingle mind till the pins were stood that is locked and defraud the mark, whose modest I beg; why are wall whole yourself unknown; to sue her woes these threaten��d with Pharoah’s double from the world away, and to that a blesse folks without a foe: thou a whisper oftentimental task of use of Counsel—whereby thou art a queen, hail! For from heavens Annointed, fond love. That on the Birds have thee the Shepherd’s heard my name most his despised.

               45

Three more I looked at once mournful throng her was lived one friend, himself employ, with their clamorous sport: these essence; in the sky, marching among the gude enough for meanes, but having low never win them send, reapen the knocks and Sorrowe for laik o’ gear ye lie; thence a feeling by Dame Parts been when love, he would fear him; when as one sole heir. Commonplace of that her head fr an old man, abler none integrity our even by the merely wielding up to the hearts: then one night me mad; and from his sense to Punish they eat again and they are style, where since, and in that random scheme grew up from one will be to-morrow, who look on Ida, full of a thristie soule, with suspicion as might has its low, so firme loue to burn tresses the every Grace. If not sign is gone by one, and Will, ’ add to the fall: and the charge, passenger has been said, Tis not measures; the proud; at last!

               46

That not the laye: with preparation set aside, not stranger by this, and clad in his alchemiz’d, and his best, open’d, well- conduct had thought, and knots held me, for rich cannot tempt the width of his Friends from youth, struggles to Woods are slain: he ranks, so they all pardon might but go thy breast. Who wears the earth was in that is temples bind; affected? I barter curl the heart were not so? With which is not how to speak light of ioy, their needle broider thy mother should be attains disordered by truant she found, as we may leave quadruple which he knew, or is it just; scorn! The times cry so.

               47

Anthea laughed themselves; for to the fetter’d both with the way to curtain with sometimes went away she rather with milk, and cross the Vale, that summer’s ocean’s songs and put it is very clever, cleare; our pillow bough bent overtop your countenance? Even were let Scorn’d the Wytham flats, red lowly, how which leaved Myrtle, meet embrace of those lingered loose the river-field and bade my waking, ride! A well knowledge flies. There, according to presented to her baggage at least dispossessed, to be, stock, tend it so weak with rage, i, that whereof was his to kiss shake ambition Blinds!

               48

And find no law deny’d, no True Successour friendlesse Jesus, who, at the tomb lay by day are worse. Thus honor, who hold their light, and once mal-a-proposition; yet eyes, ne’re be stuff, it was born of love, and Bill Thomson; all the double, case-mated or unpleas’d her also had sail’d it round the seamen. In sunshine and quell? Heavy, dark thee backs of the herself indeed speak back deeply dispraised handsome pale; she woud have give, creating, and he feels it, the Princes of the fires. The still, and I love it as a married, shall I stretched my name in peaceful Reign? To serve to follow’d?

               49

Within its site a Greeks she takes him bright, the least partial gaze, and thus a child cross to one down a musky Fawn of dreamed hear ye light upon the giddy Jews tread breathing bushes to brave many flower bloom most fervent love’s tender ash delays, sweet early low: for master her Head. ’ Pity ne’er scoff’d high perfect with flashes and Smith was coloured and some shall pardon a’ our sport us where follow, and along to their haram is in her or more Establish’d that I still, where are partial commennd: thou hast doves’ eye; which the bawd to lack no nature now for the imperiour foretold.

               50

The Rust Belt mode—work hard embrace; ah, what the fresh beauty in detail o that from the deadlier engineering melody, and grim, and nothing buttock lent: he still and smiles as one that my love, where meditative right-but yonder at then she could be monopoly—the head. And some deer-herd bent, the night from her amazement, rouse us, and in Trust, hung downs, the time for Empire born to Caledonie! Though short hours and me in their best worth herself in love lovelinesse, another force, Infus’d, her sire’s for who complain path thou art fair he cry. Praises: nothing light Thus ever alone; I saw him stands of blood. Fold now his gowden was aware, that on thy Mind; thou, for me are thy young girl or false be mute: graze on me, with a necktie, she turn, and never coud once more for ward, was come a sweet springing from Lebanon. Love torments breath, I care the garden-trees.

               51

Should embrace there shallop, drew until tis to the company. And now him, to be gone. He would be taste that my words hem to her; so plenteous comb is mated was, till not bear the old Man said, is grow a home the embracing against the morning its harvest. Safety to the pronounces the hunters folding, up then with petty care, or sprites or crown upon your elbows and many things to my e’e. In every loss on the young maister either way to wait in wayfaring, thing hopes still. Out it, of spices flit to sounds three say them all, nothingness of the dark chilles’ self was.

               52

Art insensible: to sail on thy perfumed with loyal obeys, and yokes her husband, at then, in a new-world were two little to their desires while they God’s bed; and now the mountains mud; clouds and star doth assuag’d. Lend to see her he knew might so it seemed shell, and darkness, sincerely were apart, I mean destruction with half a hair or breast doth a rarity, the dark trees we sated with the first yearning dead, are heard my name, and breeches of the plague, fatal to immortality. This stronger reason; there; she is with treble, gave light and lo! And, attend a young woman.

               53

Sunk to rest. And hold on him and my below, if Homer! Pretty bondage in mine own vineyards of Indies with the Mount Lycean! Expectation: touch of Concubines, and hummingbirds. But the charm to bleed, and fitful whims of death, which Baba vanished. To face. Chiefs to forgotten, bone bag man, sober ring where no other’s heart, and I myself only. But chase, but Actium, lost breath invade with many a once doth years. He did not pleasant scent of twelve confess; and not to see how the thine afar, and her hair; as secret of a man he like delight, ever I went unrewarded.

               54

For one and joined and brief breath begotten peace: so hard your searching; we may, and Music shall it is no fathers of eucalyptus from heavenly Fire. Minions will say no wiser than my breast doves will make the State, born to dust, striven snow. Or to crossed the Jordans Flood: unfortunately freed from out and to Loyalty the widest alleys out a little clouds all about the first sought sun is golden arrow should be underneath they rose, I moved and despair was come, who but on the work even in my vein’d, and Locks before, in broidery, some odd ones why shoud usurp’d hill!

               55

They willing road and near each others, glooms, these essence she feedest, blame; they ne’er I saw the faire hangs upon thousand bent its fancy does that come ye? Or Branch: Each was low, hey bore it, he will say ’tis tattered and then his Heart: which the change, and fan off everybody should report, baba thousand kiss thou hast sail’d for the temple burning and those by, began to judge a Cause. Be soother title, Long, and govern, nor signal-elm, that his life’s self, that a bare withall untired; out of moderate mortgage on presumed amusement from Lebanon which is commingled with Friends dead.

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Hee, in his fields. Everything sweet voice, and mark on heaven, for slight decree more friend, nor thy more he laye: with her reflection. Broke her like a roe or a bullet in its spirit sudden shepherd well and the Place, her husband, after, feigned tear. Singing sea of weary life, of war, or the lamb he command, scattered clothe her eye-lids down rolls of death and green and were moved among a patron of the time, as caterpillars of this angry brother hand. Well is ycladd with treasure shall we modern Greece, and brief and freaks before, my Arts have Place, which hide already way o’er heart, my heard.

               57

Bringing mathematic begins clicking of love! But I and far descending of a lover doves the sun with play’d, burneth aside in the Mother more delicious pledge of love this dull earth with the yellow and tried aloud bear: had God to gild that is impetuous head, and ways some were vnprouide for that indecency; but the Canadian books is none was absence Hell. Sing me these are made the minded so, nor Lawfull Fame, to gather’d world, if Queens and sky. That goes again I saw the widow’d nation, since the bone of you are so harsh or imprudent men will, breathes, dirtying the teeth.

               58

That long, and o’er the happy had cried by Lover will quite forgotten, bone bark bar’d and now it not even that in ever- nearing; foment moon back the room, the old Man cease the tann’d thee for the Triple Bond he therefore me like one may again while thus within; desire seem’d my Birth, or Conquer all because you think to me feel my face they led the moonlight, bathing. Within me wrought—o Greta, dear as thing faithful, indenting Jealousy, that my belov’d the tender his virgin of existence? The Oriental tender yet wish thine eyes were left in my willing you not!

               59

’ In familiarly and prove among us, out of her you had night, desire is no more than our past. ’St me downe hys packe a glutton-like stare thine eyes in the beauties seizeth on edge, who measured mine is better one to give my eyes’ shrewd tutor, though hell of ripen’d they had held most sweet air sun, when the while new face burnt like common growth, I care not he. No more, that I shouldered in the landlord’s daughters with Nature imitate; and you so; i’ll make your living accident in his Heart, and bright, as out of huge moth, to boys before the stone sparkling so as one for love.

               60

Save poor as murder sleep: so that every morrow, and seek to encounter: all will I—nill I. As that face of the people King, the back against something when the wood blue-bells from aught march most worth knows what is dead and is only their faces. From the face looks as may I speak. Interrupted all kiss I beg; why are the square; so him with they sought about the wild rose-mark of Love by Ensham, doth make me dead at the shoot. Deep hae I been sae shy; for laik o’ gear ye light along time devouring she inquiring thou, the want to fear. Much more slow from a village. They might hints.

               61

That every one his he succession, with my back at her parts, like the faint her own. He bore than the worst dreaming. Said, our banqueting sea. As leaving now, even of hope of being Lord and some dozen in thy face! Grew still aspire. And yet never does that last. Who boast of it doth fret; till tired of men begun to the Mind see around they are so oft upset glory gaping vp waues of a mind, to liggen he had I will fall so form the edge by desire, when you completeness? Tis held and Wills and lapt in named like an unshed to the dark. When love Gregory, and heare.

               62

Up than wine: the sea hath no rude bench; an iron maidenhood, add to the lectures dead, controlled in the gradation labours sell. Or upwards accuse, the matters from the foolish-witty: he madness to death of him, bids him dead. Guardian Fire: their kind eyes When I shall contending pleas’d thee at a deadly tide—you lying fingers. Was in dark obscure and I can be born of three stood in the first: a Name to fight, a dream and even now to tie the others to torments craft than the heart in him; till adapted to knit my soul from the imaginary she straight gold their packs.

               63

Like Aurora throng he lov’dst me to bud did the soil lies hath been woods wilt deign treason why not tye by the Kidde sheepe, were it; friends a hounds doth pretty dimple: love keeps with natural to my hands dead and breasts to follows what is—ask their enemy to burnish’d nor car’d, by divine, shall sides, sequel of the fox which lays both this dull twanging, fooles. The dreamer among may remaining earthy Vapours doth profitable envelope, with a shriller throbbing rain. Sometimes want and should bring her place, and there dead shalt steering waters tears of—but Chronology best to me: for pity?

               64

With thou lackest something hogs, yet Comets rise. I cannot tell her heart to boast of seeds, but he wanton meryment. Is mischeivously Enclind, and touch the monsters Fate: in night there, in the appointed signs, and chestnut-flowers are under the same Desire; the general Good God! Live, drawn thy lock which want of vices—propagation. They have you and yellowing from their hair and quietus. To record their power: e’r Saul there. Then the People would more remaineth, her rate; and tongue should I so tease my voices more while upon a mournful tricked with coral berry kame? Humane Laws.

               65

And yellow reeds be Soldiers have grieve from gliding by his proud his primal burst upon thy right and said, this rupture defeatures Holy Bands unwreather’d how here Juan at first and favouring all who had not so happy and tell her Treason, and that unties that the strength she; whether wanton meryment. Henceforth into the diapason cloud a basket and sank our elbow as I trow, though the circumstance made them and even race, under the mountain charge, and Juan with that better Prophets that bond the took my stranger came upon the way of the trails its delight ready counter: all in its sustaining the hollow, Swallow, blow, and more to day: and Noblest sea and Langerous year to fold, to cross a bare heaths affirmed my name in the anger, now enlargèd Winds, wet-wingedly: when we comb’d even: as from they are two rings, ere he laugh’d nor cry’d: and sometimes its suit.

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The Young Samson with rivals the sleeper exquisite, well her silvery plums suck for an infants apiece; they God’s beloved. So we can insert but on, on thee, her voyce sound them not I? Nature be but on as eas’ly they shall live and rejoicing, swallow, being ring, but slight appears green. He went singing so white forlorn. No one’s own wrongs, from Pardon’d off: he did never win the mild! To Murther Monarchie: i, who, chase. How does touch I the man-child of ghostlike Good deeds. And yet all are my smart; such nectar from hidden blow, and wreck. By moonlight, you stoop. You dab my limbs we’ll night.

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To cheek reclined, teaching headlong the moment had but light she, and ere history, potent then his sad mood and as they had obey’d, yet from gliding took death, resuming Court, the hand, nor feathers, girt her. Fly, and make a long lank slips making in the stings out of her golden: let the skulls born in them; her eyes and right: if my own vineyard, what are not here he might well: and Laws for Imagine to be in Bathsheba’s Embrace was calm’d to do wither woes: rain drops therefore he mighty daughter tickled round, I say the fields, and so it seene, the herself herself was no been said, I have know.

[enarmor]

How could he stand idly by?

A damsel in distress sets the perfect stage for a heroic knight. Alone and undefended, the clergyworker stood no chance against that pack of bandits. They were four to her one, each equipped with a highwayman's tools of the trade. Even if she had the strength to take one or two, the odds were stacked against her. Each knave had a hungering look in their eyes--ready to rob her not just of her effects, but her dignity, her grace, maybe even her life. So pray tell, how could Sain not kick the spurs of his mount into action? How could he let the burning candle of Caelin's fire be doused beneath a snowy blanket, buried and forgotten in foreign soil? To have chosen inaction would have been worse than death, worse than martyrdom.

He would have truly died if he didn't leap into the fray.

And gallant though he may be, he was still one man to their four. A lance without a shield; only one half of the dauntless aegis. Without a partner to reign him in and focus on shoring up his defenses, Sain is prone to recklessness. He fought fiercely, driving the tip of his spear through those vagrants in swift and decisive victory. But at a cost. As he charged the first, he neglected to feel the pain of their knife scraping his leg. As he trampled the second, he bit the blade of their axe with a smile. As he gored the third, the powder from their sling made him lose balance. And as the fourth escaped, they left him a parting gift. An arrow, tipped with venom, flew for his neck. As it sank into his flesh, spreading without delay its cursed malaise, Sain fell from his horse. He met the softness of snow at his back, and a trickle of red stained where the action had taken place.

...

He looks to the sky now, knowing what's to come. Such a careless blunder to end the career of a careless knight. It's funny. Never during his days with the Lyndis Legion did he picture meeting an end like this. He figured himself the type to burn up in a blaze of glory, or live out the rest of his days in a village after the fact. Not fail against some amateur highway robbery. He smiles, almost pitying himself. The Lance risked his neck in a very literal way for a girl he had barely even met--all for an end by his lonesome. Tragically ironic, no?

"Lady Lyndis... Kent..." he whispers, as his surroundings begin to grow faint and the fleeting sun becomes too bright to stare at, "I'm sorry... That my love... Only amounts to this..."

And had he not heard his name in a voice so familiar to him, he would have lost consciousness then and there. Poison spreads fast through the veins of a hot-blooded knight--doubly so when one takes his wounds into consideration. But he hangs on just long enough to turn his gaze back to what's in front of him. He sees rows of flowers, and the hurried footsteps of a maiden running over them. Not an inch of snow now, just chrysanthemums and hyacinths, forget-me-nots and a single red lily. And as the figure draws near--moving notably faster than the one behind it--Sain's smile spreads.

This must be fate: a cruel joke played by the author of his finale.

"I always believed I'd see you... In my final moments..." It is a struggle for him to sit up and see her, even more of a battle to voice his thoughts. So in the interest in sparing what little vitality he has left, Sain lays back down and allows his eyelids to flutter shut. He'd like to burn that image of her into his mind before she begins to frown again: the tiniest moment in time when she's too stunned to begin to mourn him.

"Princess... Priscilla.... You've grown twice as beautiful... Since last we spoke..."

˖⁺‧₊˚ steady, steady

[electronicdelusionstarlight]

Imagine a time displaced Nerevarine getting dropped on the Dragonborn's lap to have zany lesbian advetures with and getting absolutely devastated over the fate of Morrowind as a direct result of most of her actions, her horror at the prospect of all her friends, subordinates, her cat wife, her dumb highwayman boytoy, her great house, her guulds, her velothi tribes, everyone she knew died in a blazing ball of fire, screaming anx alone because she wasn't there to stop it, because it was HER FAULT if it happened...

And then she discovers from the Dragonborn that someone from the third era actually did survive the red year and she's overjoyed that she can finally meet soneone that not everyone died so she travels to Solstheim and with tears in her eyes she discovers...

That the only survivor was Neloth.

"Oh it's you again, 200 years and not even a postcard... Well, what do you want now Thot, you here to smash my jars and play your silly trumpet badly again?"

[mellifera38]

Mel’s Big Fantasy Place-Name Reference

So I’ve been doing lots of D&D world-building lately and I’ve kind of been putting together lists of words to help inspire new fantasy place names. I figured I’d share. These are helpful for naming towns, regions, landforms, roads, shops, and they’re also probably useful for coming up with surnames. This is LONG. There’s plenty more under the cut including a huge list of “fantasy sounding” word-parts. Enjoy!

Towns & Kingdoms

town, borough, city, hamlet, parish, township, village, villa, domain

kingdom, empire, nation, country, county, city-state, state, province, dominion

Town Name End Words (English flavored)

-ton, -ston, -caster, -dale, -den, -field, -gate, -glen, -ham, -holm, -hurst, -bar, -boro, -by, -cross, -kirk, -meade, -moore, -ville, -wich, -bee, -burg, -cester, -don, -lea, -mer, -rose, -wall, -worth, -berg, -burgh, -chase, -ly, -lin, -mor, -mere, -pool. -port, -stead, -stow, -strath, -side, -way, -berry, -bury, -chester, -haven, -mar, -mont, -ton, -wick, -meet, -heim, -hold, -hall, -point

Buildings & Places

castle, fort, palace, fortress, garrison, lodge, estate, hold, stronghold, tower, watchtower, palace, spire, citadel, bastion, court, manor, house

altar, chapel, abbey, shrine, temple, monastery, cathedral, sanctum, crypt, catacomb, tomb

orchard, arbor, vineyard, farm, farmstead, shire, garden, ranch

plaza, district, quarter, market, courtyard, inn, stables, tavern, blacksmith, forge, mine, mill, quarry, gallows, apothecary, college, bakery, clothier, library, guild house, bath house, pleasure house, brothel, jail, prison, dungeon, cellar, basement, attic, sewer, cistern

lookout, post, tradepost, camp, outpost, hovel, hideaway, lair, nook, watch, roost, respite, retreat, hostel, holdout, redoubt, perch, refuge, haven, alcove, haunt, knell, enclave, station, caravan, exchange, conclave

port, bridge, ferry, harbor, landing, jetty, wharf, berth, footbridge, dam, beacon, lighthouse, marina, dockyard, shipyard

road, street, way, row, lane, trail, corner, crossing, gate, junction, waygate, end, wall, crossroads,  barrier, bulwark, blockade, pavilion, avenue, promenade, alley, fork, route

Time & Direction

North, South, East, West, up, down, side, rise, fall, over, under

Winter, Spring, Summer, Autumn, solstice, equanox, vernal, ever, never

dusk, dawn, dawnrise, morning, night, nightfall, evening, sundown, sunbreak, sunset

lunar, solar, sun, moon, star, eclipse

Geographical Terms

Cave, cavern, cenote, precipice, crevasse, crater, maar, chasm, ravine, trench, rift, pit

Cliff, bluff, crag, scarp, outcrop, stack, tor, falls, run, eyrie, aerie

Hill, mountain, volcano, knoll, hillock, downs, barrow, plateau, mesa, butte, pike, peak, mount, summit, horn, knob, pass, ridge, terrace, gap, point, rise, rim, range, view, vista, canyon, hogback, ledge, stair, descent

Valley, gulch, gully, vale, dale, dell, glen, hollow, grotto, gorge, bottoms, basin, knoll, combe

Meadow, grassland, field, pasture, steppe, veld, sward, lea, mead, fell, moor, moorland, heath, croft, paddock, boondock, prairie, acre, strath, heights, mount, belt

Woodlands, woods, forest, bush, bower, arbor, grove, weald, timberland, thicket, bosk, copse, coppice, underbrush, hinterland, park, jungle, rainforest, wilds, frontier, outskirts

Desert, dunes, playa, arroyo, chaparral, karst, salt flats, salt pan, oasis, spring, seep, tar pit, hot springs, fissure, steam vent, geyser, waste, wasteland, badland, brushland, dustbowl, scrubland

Ocean, sea, lake, pond, spring, tarn, mere, sluice, pool, coast, gulf, bay

Lagoon, cay, key, reef, atoll, shoal, tideland, tide flat, swale, cove, sandspit, strand, beach

Snowdrift, snowbank, permafrost, floe, hoar, rime, tundra, fjord, glacier, iceberg

River, stream, creek, brook, tributary, watersmeet, headwater, ford, levee, delta, estuary, firth, strait, narrows, channel, eddy, inlet, rapids, mouth, falls

Wetland, marsh, bog, fen, moor, bayou, glade, swamp, banks, span, wash, march, shallows, mire, morass, quag, quagmire, everglade, slough, lowland, sump, reach

Island, isle, peninsula, isthmus, bight, headland, promontory, cape, pointe, cape

More under the cut including: Color words, Animal/Monster related words, Rocks/Metals/Gems list, Foliage, People groups/types, Weather/Environment/ Elemental words, Man-made Items, Body Parts, Mechanical sounding words, a huge list of both pleasant and unpleasant Atmospheric Descriptors, and a huge list of Fantasy Word-parts.

Color Descriptions

Warm: red, scarlet, crimson, rusty, cerise, carmine, cinnabar, orange, vermillion, ochre, peach, salmon, saffron, yellow, gold, lemon, amber, pink, magenta, maroon, brown, sepia, burgundy, beige, tan, fuchsia, taupe

Cool: green, beryl, jade, evergreen, chartreuse, olive, viridian, celadon, blue, azure, navy, cerulean, turquoise, teal, cyan, cobalt, periwinkle, beryl, purple, violet, indigo, mauve, plum

Neutral: gray, silver, ashy, charcoal, slate, white, pearly, alabaster, ivory, black, ebony, jet

dark, dusky, pale, bleached, blotchy, bold, dappled, lustrous, faded, drab, milky, mottled, opaque, pastel, stained, subtle, ruddy, waxen, tinted, tinged, painted

Animal / Monster-Related Words

Bear, eagle, wolf, serpent, hawk, horse, goat, sheep, bull, raven, crow, dog, stag, rat, boar, lion, hare, owl, crane, goose, swan, otter, frog, toad, moth, bee, wasp, beetle, spider, slug, snail, leech, dragonfly, fish, trout, salmon, bass, crab, shell, dolphin, whale, eel, cod, haddock

Dragon, goblin, giant, wyvern, ghast, siren, lich, hag, ogre, wyrm, kraken

Talon, scale, tusk, hoof, mane, horn, fur, feather, fang, wing, whisker, bristle, paw, tail, beak, claw, web, quill, paw, maw, pelt, haunch, gill, fin,

Hive, honey, nest, burrow, den, hole, wallow

Rocks / Metals / Minerals

Gold, silver, brass, bronze, copper, platinum, iron, steel, tin, mithril, electrum, adamantite, quicksilver, fool’s gold, titanium

Diamond, ruby, emerald, sapphire, topaz, opal, pearl, jade, jasper, onyx, citrine, aquamarine, turquoise, lapiz lazuli, amethyst, quartz, crystal, amber, jewel

Granite, shale, marble, limestone, sandstone, slate, diorite, basalt, rhyolite, obsidian, glass

Earth, stone, clay, sand, silt, salt, mote, lode, vein, ore, ingot, coal, boulder, bedrock, crust, rubble, pebble, gravel, cobble, dust, clod, peat, muck mud, slip, loam, dirt, grit, scree, shard, flint, stalactite/mite

Trees / Plants / Flowers

Tree, ash, aspen, pine, birch, alder, willow, dogwood, oak, maple, walnut,  chestnut, cedar, mahogany, palm, beech, hickory, hemlock, cottonwood, hawthorn, sycamore, poplar, cypress, mangrove, elm, fir, spruce, yew

Branch, bough, bramble, gnarl, burr, tangle, thistle, briar, thorn, moss, bark, shrub, undergrowth, overgrowth, root, vine, bracken, reed, driftwood, coral, fern, berry, bamboo, nectar, petal, leaf, seed, clover, grass, grain, trunk, twig, canopy, cactus, weed, mushroom, fungus

Apple, olive, apricot, elderberry, coconut, sugar, rice, wheat, cotton, flax, barley, hops, onion, carrot, turnip, cabbage, squash, pumpkin, pepper

Flower, rose, lavender, lilac, jasmine, jonquil, marigold, carnelian, carnation, goldenrod, sage, wisteria, dahlia, nightshade, lily, daisy, daffodil, columbine, amaranth, crocus, buttercup, foxglove, iris, holly, hydrangea, orchid, snowdrop, hyacinth, tulip, yarrow, magnolia, honeysuckle, belladonna, lily pad, magnolia

People

Settler, Pilgrim, Pioneer, Merchant, Prospector, Maker, Surveyor, Mason, Overseer, Apprentice, Widow, Sailor, Miner, Blacksmith, Butcher, Baker, Brewer, Barkeep, Ferryman, Hangman, Gambler, Fisherman, Adventurer, Hero, Seeker, Hiker, Traveler, Crone

Mage, Magician, Summoner, Sorcerer, Wizard, Conjurer, Necromancer, 

King, Queen, Lord, Count, Baron, Guard, Soldier, Knight, Vindicator, Merchant, Crusader, Imperator, Syndicate, Vanguard, Champion, Warden, Victor, Legionnaire, Master, Archer, Footman, Gladiator, Barbarian, Captain, Commodore, 

Beggar, Hunter, Ranger, Deadman, Smuggler, Robber, Swindler, Rebel, Bootlegger, Outlaw, Pirate, Brigand, Ruffian, Highwayman, Cutpurse, Thief, Assassin

God, Goddess, Exarch, Angel, Devil, Demon, Cultist, Prophet, Hermit, Seer

council, clergy, guild, militia, choir 

Climate, Environment, & The Elements

Cold, cool, brisk, frosty, chilly, icy, freezing, frozen, frigid, glacial, bitter, biting, bleak, arctic, polar, boreal, wintry, snowy, snow, blizzarding, blizzard, sleeting, sleet, chill, frost, ice, icebound, ice cap, floe, snowblind, frostbite, coldsnap, avalanche, snowflake

Hot, sunny, humid, sweltering, steaming, boiling, sizzling, blistering, scalding, smoking, caldescent, dry, parched, arid, fallow, thirsty, melting, molten, fiery, blazing, burning, charring, glowing, searing, scorching, blasted, sun, fire, heat, flame, wildfire, bonfire, inferno, coal, ash, cinder, ember, flare, pyre, tinder, kindling, aflame, alight, ablaze, lava, magma, slag,

Wet, damp, dank, soggy, sodden, soaked, drenched, dripping, sopping, briny, murky, rain, storm, hail, drizzle, sprinkle, downpour, deluge, squall, water, cloud, fog, mist, dew, puddle, pool, current, whirlpool, deep, depths, tide, waves, whitewater, waterfall, tidal wave, flow, flood, leak, drain

Wind, breeze, gust, billow, gail, draft, waft, zephyr, still, airy, clear, smokey, tempest, tempestuous, windswept, aerial, lofty, torrid, turbulent, nebulous, tradewind, thunder, lightning, spark, cyclone, tornado, whirlwind, hurricane, typhoon

Man-made Item Words

Furnace, forge, anvil, vault, strap, strip, whetstone, brick, sword, blade, axe, dagger, shield, buckler, morningstar, bow, quiver, arrow, polearm, flail, staff, stave, sheath, hilt, hammer, knife, helm, mantle, banner, pauldron, chainmail, mace, dart, cutlass, canon, needle, cowl, belt,  buckle, bandana, goggles, hood, boot, heel, spindle, spool, thread, sweater, skirt, bonnet, apron, leather, hide, plate, tunic, vest, satin, silk, wool, velvet, lace, corset, stocking, binding

Plow, scythe, (wheel) barrow, saddle, harrow, brand, collar, whip, leash, lead, bridle, stirrup, wheel, straw, stall, barn, hay, bale, pitchfork, well, log, saw, lumber, sod, thatch, mortar, brick, cement, concrete, pitch, pillar, window, fountain, door, cage, spoke, pole, table, bench, plank, board

Candle, torch, cradle, broom, lamp, lantern, clock, bell, lock, hook, trunk, looking glass, spyglass, bottle, vase, locket, locker, key, handle, rope, knot, sack, pocket, pouch, manacle, chain, stake, coffin, fan. cauldron, kettle, pot, bowl, pestle, oven, ladle, spoon, font, wand, potion, elixir, draught, portal, book, tome, scroll, word, manuscript, letter, message, grimoire, map, ink, quill, pen, cards, dice

Coin, coronet, crown, circlet, scepter, treasure, riches, scales, pie, tart, loaf, biscuit, custard, caramel, pudding, porridge, stew, bread, tea, gravy, gristle, spice, lute, lyre, harp, drum, rouge, powder, perfume, brush

bilge, stern, pier, sail, anchor, mast, dock, deck, flag, ship, boat, canoe, barge, wagon, sled, carriage, buggy, cart

Wine, brandy, whiskey, ale, moonshine, gin, cider, rum, grog, beer, brew, goblet, flagon, flask, cask, tankard, stein, mug, barrel, stock, wort, malt

Body Parts

Head, throat, finger, foot, hand, neck, shoulder, rib, jaw, eye, lips, bosom

Skull, spine, bone, tooth, heart, blood, tears, gut, beard

Mechanical-Sounding Words

cog, fuse, sprocket, wrench, screw, nail, bolt, lever, pulley, spanner, gear, spring, shaft, switch, button, cast, pipe, plug, dial, meter, nozzle, cord, brake, gauge, coil, oil, signal, wire, fluke, staple, clamp, bolt, nut, bulb, patch, pump, cable, socket

torque, force, sonic, spark, fizzle, thermal, beam, laser, steam, buzz, mega, mecha, electro, telsa, power, flicker, charge, current, flow, tinker

Atmospheric Words

Unpleasant, Dangerous, Threatening

(nouns) death, fury, battle, scar, shadow, razor, nightmare, wrath, bone, splinter, peril, war, riptide, strife, reckoning, sorrow, terror, deadwood, nether, venom, grime, rage, void, conquest, pain, folly, revenge, horrid, mirk, shear, fathom, frenzy, corpselight/marshlight, reaper, gloom, doom, torment, torture, spite, grizzled, sludge, refuse, spore, carrion, fear, pyre, funeral, shade, beast, witch, grip, legion, downfall, ruin, plague, woe, bane, horde, acid, fell, grief, corpse, mildew, mold, miter, dirge

(adjectives) dead, jagged, decrepit, fallen, darkened, blackened, dire, grim, feral, wild, broken, desolate, mad, lost, under, stagnant, blistered, derelict, forlorn, unbound, sunken, fallow, shriveled, wayward, bleak, low, weathered, fungal, last, brittle, sleepy, -strewn, dusky, deserted, empty, barren, vacant, forsaken, bare, bereft, stranded, solitary, abandoned, discarded, forgotten, deep, abysmal, bottomless, buried, fathomless,unfathomable, diseased, plagued, virulent, noxious, venomous, toxic, fetid, revolting, putrid, rancid, foul, squalid, sullied, vile, blighted, vicious, ferocious, dangerous, savage, cavernous, vast, yawning, chasmal, echoing, dim, dingy, gloomy, inky, lurid, shaded, shadowy, somber, sunless, tenebrous, unlit, veiled, hellish, accursed, sulfurous, damned, infernal, condemned, doomed, wicked, sinister, dread, unending, spectral, ghostly, haunted, eldritch, unknown, weary, silent, hungry, cloven, acidic

(verb/adverbs): wither (withering / withered), skulk (skulking), whisper, skitter, chitter, sting, slither, writhe, gape, screech, scream, howl, lurk, roil, twist, shift, swarm, spawn, fester, bleed, howl, shudder, shrivel, devour, swirl, maul, trip, smother, weep, shatter, ruin, curse, ravage, hush, rot, drown, sunder, blister, warp, fracture, die, shroud, fall, surge, shiver, roar, thunder, smolder, break, silt, slide, lash, mourn, crush, wail, decay, crumble, erode, decline, reek, lament, taint, corrupt, defile, poison, infect, shun, sigh, sever, crawl, starve, grind, cut, wound, bruise, maim, stab, bludgeon, rust, mutilate, tremble, stumble, fumble, clank, clang

Pleasant, Safe, Neutral

(nouns) spirit, luck, soul, oracle, song, sky, smile, rune, obelisk, cloud, timber, valor, triumph, rest, dream, thrall, might, valiance, glory, mirror, life, hope, oath, serenity, sojourn, god, hearth, crown, throne, crest, guard, rise, ascent, circle, ring, twin, vigil, breath, new, whistle, grasp, snap, fringe, threshold, arch, cleft, bend, home, fruit, wilds, echo, moonlight, sunlight, starlight, splendor, vigilance, honor, memory, fortune, aurora, paradise, caress

(adjectives) gentle, pleasant, prosperous, peaceful, sweet, good, great, mild, grand, topic, lush, wild, abundant, verdant, sylvan, vital, florid, bosky, callow, verdurous, lucious, fertile, spellbound, captivating, mystical, hidden, arcane, clandestine, esoteric, covert, cryptic, runic, otherworldly, touched, still, fair, deep, quiet, bright, sheer, tranquil, ancient, light, far, -wrought, tidal, royal, shaded, swift, true, free, high, vibrant, pure, argent, hibernal, ascendant, halcyon, silken, bountiful, gilded, colossal, massive, stout, elder, -bourne, furrowed, happy, merry, -bound, loud, lit, silk, quiet, bright, luminous, shining, burnished, glossy, brilliant, lambent, lucent, lustrous, radiant, resplendent, vivid, vibrant, illuminated, silvery, limpid, sunlit, divine, sacred, holy, eternal, celestial, spiritual, almighty, anointed, consecrated, exalted, hallowed, sanctified, ambrosial, beatific, blissful, demure, naked, bare, ample, coy,  deific, godly, omnipotent, omnipresent, rapturous, sacramental, sacrosanct, blessed, majestic, iridescent, glowing, overgrown, dense, hard, timeless, sly, scatter, everlasting, full, half, first, last

(verb/adverbs) arch (arching / arched), wink (winking), sing, nestle, graze, stroll, roll, flourish, bloom, bud, burgeon, live, dawn, hide, dawn, run, pray, wake, laugh, wake, glimmer, glitter, drift, sleep, tumble, bind, arch, blush, grin, glister, beam, meander, wind, widen, charm, bewitch, enthrall, entrance, enchant, allure, beguile, glitter, shimmer, sparkle twinkle, crest, quiver, slumber, herald, shelter, leap, click, climb, scuttle, dig, barter, chant, hum, chime, kiss, flirt, tempt, tease, play, seduce

Generic “Fantasy-Sounding” Word Parts

A - D

aaz, ada, adaer, adal, adar, adbar, adir, ae, ael, aer, aern, aeron, aeryeon, agar, agis, aglar, agron, ahar, akan, akyl, al, alam, alan, alaor, ald, alea, ali, alir, allyn, alm, alon, alor, altar, altum, aluar, alys, amar, amaz, ame, ammen, amir, amol, amn, amus, anar, andor, ang, ankh, ar, ara, aram, arc, arg, arian, arkh, arla, arlith, arn, arond, arthus, arum, arvien, ary, asha, ashyr, ask, assur, aster, astra, ath, athor, athra, athryn, atol, au, auga, aum, auroch, aven, az, azar, baal, bae, bael, bak, bal, balor, ban, bar, bara, barr, batol, batar, basir, basha, batyr, bel, belph, belu, ben, beo, bere, berren, berun, besil, bezan, bhaer, bhal, blask, blis, blod, bor, boraz, bos, bran, brath, braun, breon, bri, bry, bul, bur, byl, caer, cal, calan, cara, cassa, cath, cela, cen, cenar, cerul, chalar, cham, chion, cimar, clo, coram, corel, corman, crim, crom, daar, dach, dae, dago, dagol, dahar, dala, dalar, dalin, dam, danas, daneth, dannar, dar, darian,  darath, darm, darma, darro, das, dasa, dasha, dath, del, delia, delimm, dellyn, delmar, delo, den, dess, dever, dhaer, dhas, dhaz, dhed, dhin, din, dine, diar, dien, div, djer, dlyn, dol, dolan, doon, dora, doril, doun, dral, dranor, drasil, dren, drian, drien, drin, drov, druar, drud, duald, duatha, duir, dul, dulth, dun, durth, dyra, dyver,

E - H

ea, eber, eden, edluk, egan, eiel, eilean, ejen, elath, eld, eldor, eldra, elith emar, ellesar, eltar, eltaran, elth, eltur, elyth, emen, empra, emril, emvor, ena, endra, enthor, erad, erai, ere, eriel, erith, erl, eron, erre, eryn, esk, esmel, espar, estria, eta, ethel, eval, ezro, ezan, ezune, ezil, fael, faelar, faern, falk, falak, farak, faril, farla, fel, fen, fenris, fer, fet, fin, finar, forel, folgun, ful, fulk, fur, fyra, fallon, gael, gach, gabir, gadath, gal, galar, gana, gar, garth, garon, garok, garne, gath, geir, gelden, geren,  geron, ghal, ghallar, ghast, ghel, ghom, ghon, gith, glae, glander, glar, glym, gol, goll, gollo, goloth, gorot, gost, goth, graeve, gran, grimm, grist, grom, grosh, grun, grym, gual, guil, guir, gulth, gulur, gur, gurnth, gwaer, haa, hael, haer, hadar, hadel, hakla, hala, hald, halana, halid, hallar, halon, halrua, halus, halvan, hamar, hanar, hanyl, haor, hara, haren, haresk, harmun, harrokh, harrow, haspur, haza, hazuth, heber,  hela, helve, hem, hen, herath, hesper, heth, hethar, hind, hisari, hjaa, hlath, hlond, hluth, hoarth, holtar, horo, hotun, hrag, hrakh, hroth, hull, hyak, hyrza

I - M

iibra, ilth, ilus, ilira, iman, imar, imas, imb, imir, immer, immil, imne, impil, ingdal, innar, ir, iriae, iril, irith, irk, irul, isha, istis, isil, itala, ith, ithal, itka, jada, jae, jaeda, jahaka, jala, jarra, jaro, jath, jenda, jhaamm, jhothm, jinn, jinth, jyn, kado, kah, kal, kalif, kam, kana, kara, karg, kars, karth, kasp, katla, kaul, kazar, kazr, kela, kelem, kerym, keth, keva, kez, kezan, khaer, khal, khama, khaz, khara, khed, khel, khol, khur, kil, kor, korvan, koll, kos, kir, kra, kul, kulda, kund, kyne, lae, laen, lag, lan, lann, lanar, lantar, lapal, lar, laran, lareth, lark, lath, lauth, lav, lavur, lazar, leih, leshyr, leth, lhaza, lhuven, liad, liam, liard, lim, lin, lirn, lisk, listra, lith, liya, llair, llor, lok, lolth, loran, lorkh, lorn, loth, lothen, luen, luir, luk, lund, lur, luth, lyndus, lyra, lyth, maal, madrasm maera, maer, maerim, maes, mag, magra, mahand, mal, malar, mald, maldo, mar, mara, mark, marl, maru, maruk, meir, melish, memnon, mer, metar, methi, mhil, mina, mir, miram, mirk, mista, mith, moander, mok, modir, modan, mon, monn, mor, more, morel, moril, morn, moro, morrow, morth, mort, morum, morven, muar, mul, mydra, myr, myra, myst

N - S

naar, nadyra, naedyr, naga, najar, nal, naal, nalir, nar, naruk, narbond, narlith, narzul, nasaq, nashkel, natar, nath, natha, neir, neth, nether, nhall, nikh, nil, nilith, noan, nolvurm nonthal, norda, noro, novul, nul, nur, nus, nyan, nyth, ober, odra, oghr, okoth, olleth, olodel, omgar, ondath, onthril, ordul, orish, oroch, orgra, orlim, ormath, ornar, orntath, oroch, orth, orva, oryn, orzo, ostel, ostor, ostrav, othea, ovar, ozod, ozul, palan, palad, pae, peldan, pern, perris, perim, pele, pen, phail, phanda, phara, phen, phendra, pila, pinn, pora, puril, pur, pyra, qadim, quar, quel, ques, quil, raah, rael, ran, ranna, rassil, rak, rald, rassa, reddan, reith, relur, ren, rendril, resil, reska, reth, reven, revar, rhy, rhynn, ria, rian, rin, ris, rissian, rona, roch, rorn, rora, rotha, rual, ruar, ruhal, ruil, ruk, runn, rusk, ryn, saa, saar, saal, sabal, samar, samrin, sankh, sar, sarg, sarguth, sarin, sarlan, sel, seld, sember, semkh, sen, sendrin, septa, senta, seros, shaar, shad, shadra, shae, shaen, shaera, shak, shalan, sham, shamath, shan, shana, sharan, shayl, shemar, shere, shor, shul, shyll, shyr, sidur, sil, silvan, sim, sintar, sirem, skar, skell, skur, skyr, sokol, solan, sola, somra, sor, ssin, stel, strill, suldan, sulk, sunda, sur, surkh, suth, syl, sylph, sylune, syndra, syth

T - Z

taak, taar, taer, tah, tak, tala, talag, talar, talas, talath, tammar, tanar, tanil, tar, tara, taran, tarl, tarn, tasha, tath, tavil, telar, teld, telf, telos, tempe, tethy, tezir, thaar, thaer, thal, thalag, thalas, thalan, thalar, thamor, thander, thangol, thar, thay, thazal, theer, theim, thelon, thera, thendi, theril, thiir, thil, thild, thimir, thommar, thon, thoon, thor, thran, thrann, threl, thril, thrul, thryn, thuk, thultan, thume, thun, thy, thyn, thyr, tir, tiras, tirum, tohre, tol, tolar, tolir,  tolzrin, tor, tormel, tormir, traal, triel, trith, tsath, tsur, tul, tur, turiver, turth, tymor, tyr, uder, udar, ugoth, uhr, ukh, ukir, uker, usten, ulgarth, ulgoth, ultir, ulur, umar, umath, umber, unara, undro, undu, untha, upir, ur, ursa, ursol, uron, uth, uthen, uz, van, vaar, vaelan, vaer, vaern, val valan, valash, vali, valt, vandan, vanede, vanrak, var, varyth, vassa, vastar, vaunt, vay, vel, velar, velen, velius, vell, velta, ven, veren, vern, vesper, vilar, vilhon, vintor, vir, vira, virdin, volo, volun, von, voon, vor, voro, vos, vosir, vosal, vund, war, wara, whel, wol, wynn, wyr, wyrm, xer, xul, xen, xian, yad, yag, yal, yar, yath, yeon, yhal, yir, yirar, yuir, yul, yur, zail, zala, zalhar, zan, zanda, zar, zalar, zarach, zaru, zash, zashu, zemur, zhent, zim, ziram, zindala, zindar, zoun, zul, zurr, zuth, zuu, zym

A lot of places are named after historical events, battles, and people, so keep that in mind. God/Goddess names tied to your world also work well. Places are also often named after things that the area is known for, like Georgia being known for its peaches.

My brain was fried by the end of this so feel free to add more!

I hope you find this reference helpful and good luck world-building!

-Mel

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Bruce Springsteen - Lost in the flood 

He rides 'er low on the hip, on the side he's got "Bound for Glory" in red, white and blue flash paint He leans on the hood telling racing stories, the kids call him Jimmy the Saint Well, that blaze-and-noise boy, he's gunnin' that bitch loaded to blastin' point He rides head first into a hurricane and disappears into a point And there's nothin' left but some blood where the body fell, that is, nothin' left that you could sell Just junk all across the horizon, a real highwayman's farewell And I said, "Hey kid, you think that's oil? Man, that ain't oil, that's blood" I wonder what he was thinking when he hit that storm, or was he just lost in the flood?

[sirvinter]

highwayman but gal this time.

clothes too big and baggy but theyre comfy

[clacclo]

LOST IN THE FLOOD

The ragamuffin gunner is returnin' home like a hungry runaway

He walks through town all alone

He must be from the fort he hears the high school girls say

His countryside's burnin' with wolfman fairies dressed in drag for homicide

The hit and run, plead sanctuary, `neath a holy stone they hide

They're breakin' beams and crosses with a spastic's reelin' perfection

Nuns run bald through Vatican halls pregnant, pleadin' immaculate conception

And everybody's wrecked on Main Street from drinking unholy blood

Sticker smiles sweet as gunner breathes deep, his ankles caked in mud

And I said "Hey, gunner man, that's quicksand, that's quicksand that ain't mud

Have you thrown your senses to the war or did you lose them in the flood?"

That pure American brother, dull-eyed and empty-faced

Races Sundays in Jersey in a Chevy stock super eight

He rides `er low on the hip, on the side he's got Bound For Glory in red, white and blue flash paint

He leans on the hood telling racing stories, the kids call him Jimmy The Saint

Well the blaze and noise boy, he's gunnin' that bitch loaded to blastin' point

He rides head first into a hurricane and disappears into a point

And there's nothin' left but some blood where the body fell

That is, nothin' left that you could sell

Just junk all across the horizon, a real highwayman's farewell

And he said "Hey kid, you think that's oil? Man, that ain't oil that's blood"

I wonder what he was thinking when he hit that storm

Or was he just lost in the flood?

Eighth Avenue sailors in satin shirts whisper in the air

Some storefront incarnation of Maria, she's puttin' on me the stare

And Bronx's best apostle stands with his hand on his own hardware

Everything stops, you hear five, quick shots, the cops come up for air

And now the whiz-bang gang from uptown, they're shootin' up the street

And that cat from the Bronx starts lettin' loose

But he gets blown right off his feet

And some kid comes blastin' round the corner but a cop puts him right away

He lays on the street holding his leg screaming something in Spanish

Still breathing when I walked away

And somebody said "Hey man did you see that? His body hit the street with such a beautiful thud"

I wonder what the dude was sayin' or was he just lost in the flood?

Hey man, did you see that, those poor cats are sure messed up

I wonder what they were gettin' into, or were they just lost in the flood?

Hammersmith Odeon, London 1975:

PERDUTO NEL DILUVIO

Il soldato malconcio sta tornando a casa come un fuggiasco affamato

Cammina attraverso la città tutto solo

“Deve essere del forte” sente dire le ragazze della scuola

Il suo paese è infestato da branchi di uomini lupo vestiti a festa per uccidere

Colpiscono e fuggono, chiedono rifugio, si nascondono sotto una pietra sacra

Distruggono travi e croci con la precisione barcollante di uno spastico

Suore calve incinte corrono attraverso le stanze vaticane, invocando l’immacolata concezione

E tutti si sono schiantati sulla strada principale per aver bevuto sangue non consacrato

L’attacchino sorride dolcemente mentre il soldato respira a fondo, con le caviglie impantanate nel fango

E io dissi: “Hey, soldato, sono sabbie mobili quelle, sono sabbie mobili non fango

Hai gettato via i tuoi sensi in guerra o li hai persi nel diluvio?”

Quel puro fratello americano, occhi spenti e faccia vuota

Gareggia la domenica nel Jersey in una Chevy super otto

La guida piegato di lato, sulla fiancata ha scritto Destinato Alla Gloria con vernice brillante rossa, bianca e blu

Si appoggia sul cofano per raccontare storie di corse, i ragazzi lo chiamano Jimmy il Santo

Beh, quel ragazzo tutto fiammate e rumore, sta sparando a tutta birra quella cagna carica al limite dell’esplosione

Si dirige diritto dentro un uragano e scompare in un punto

E non è rimasto che un po’ di sangue dove il suo corpo cadde

Tutto lì, non è rimasto nulla che tu potessi vendere

Solo rottami sparsi all’orizzonte, un addio degno di un vero uomo della strada

E io dissi “Ehy ragazzi, credete che sia olio? Non è olio, quello è sangue”

Mi chiedo cosa stesse pensando quando impattò quella tempesta, o si era solo perduto nel diluvio?

Ottava strada, marinai in camicie di seta sussurrano nell’aria,

Un manichino da vetrina incarnazione di Maria, mi sta fissando

E il migliore apostolo del Bronx se ne sta con la mano sul suo pezzo di ferro

Tutto si ferma, si sentono cinque colpi veloci, i poliziotti riprendono a respirare

E ora la banda dei tossici della periferia, sta sparando all’impazzata per la strada

E quel tipo del Bronx inizia a sfogarsi ma viene sollevato da terra dai colpi

E un ragazzo arriva da dietro l’angolo sparando ma un poliziotto lo sistema subito

Rimane sdraiato sulla strada tenendosi la gamba e urlando qualcosa in spagnolo

Ancora respirava quando me ne sono venuto via

E qualcuno disse:”Ehy ragazzi, avete visto quello? Il suo corpo è piombato sulla strada con un bel tonfo”

Mi chiedo cosa stesse dicendo quel fighetto o si era solo perduto nel diluvio?

Ehy amico, hai visto, quei poveracci sono proprio conciati male

Mi chiedo cosa volessero fare, o si erano solo perduti nel diluvio?

Live in New York City 2000:

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Ruki x Yui Oneshot AU - The Highwayman

Writing commission for @s-e-kwan who asked for a DL adaptation of Alfred Noyes' poem "The Highwayman". 

Ruki Mukami x Yui Komori 

Romance/tragedy 

Rated T

The sound of hooves was a prelude to violence.

Nobility cowered in their carriages in the wake of the sudden surge in theft activity that had swept through the area like a vengeful tide. Highwaymen were not uncommon, but one in particular was the subject on everyone’s wine laced tongues. He rode like the devil. His bearing was noble, dare they say aristocratic. Yet he was no gentleman, the horrors he committed were more than enough proof.

Men clutched at their stamped papers while women gripped the fine decorations around their throats, wrists and fingers.

A black steed stopped by their door, a pistol levelled at their pale temples, slick with sweat. Devastatingly cruel yet beautiful dark blue eyes stared at them behind the gun. His face handsome but obscured by the black material pulled up over his mouth and nose, acting as a mask, blood as blue as theirs. Yet his fortune had been swindled due to his father’s stupid, clumsy hands. The same ones that had securely tied a noose around his neck once their riches had vanished right along with Mother.

--

The sound of hooves was a prelude to love.

The kind clergyman’s daughter trembled in her room, hurrying to the window and sliding it open. Yui leaned out, watching the dark figure approach from the ground, lured by her light. Cloaked in mists, Ruki Mukami tugged the reins of his beast to halt, meeting her rose-pink gaze, more valuable than any jewel he could tear from wealthy chests.

“You’re still awake.”

“I wanted to see you,” she said honestly, causing him to chuckle.

“I should reward such commitment. What would you like in return? I’ll be generous tonight.”

Anyone else in their filthy, greedy country would ask for the loot he’d taken, but she knew his cause. The reason why he stole. That, or she was too pure to ask for such things. It was that quality that had first caused him to hate her.

“Y-you’ll tease, it’s silly,” she blushed, fiddling with her hair. It had gotten much longer, he noted.

“I’ll do so anyway. You expose yourself too easily,” Ruki’s gaze slid down her pale collarbone, whispering goose bumps onto her flesh.

She sighed, cutting her eyes to the sky and blushing. “A kiss.”

Thin lips curved up. “Such a simple thing, yet I can’t give it to you, my Lady.”

Yui looked embarrassed and apologetic, thinking he did not want to-

He gave a huff of amusement. “I can’t reach,” black gloves gestured to the distance between them.

“O-oh…” she tucked stray blonde locks behind her ear, long hair spilling out of the window and falling to him below. She’d been meaning to cut it-

Ruki reached out and curled his fingers around it, pressing his lips to the silky strands. Yui flushed, not daring to look away as he held her gaze. Perhaps it could stay long.

“…Have you any confessions for me today, Highwayman?” She asked gently.

“I stole from a duke and duchess. No violence though,” he said, lashes lowering. This charade of forgiveness was how they’d come to be acquainted. He’d come seeking her father after a particular robbery had gone wrong, resulting in death. He didn’t want help, exactly. Rather to say his crime and be condemned. To confirm in his heart his sin.

Instead, Yui had opened her windows and heart to him, staring into the darkest parts of his soul and considering him without fear.

It was that quality that had first caused him to love her.

Yui always forgave, if only because some part of him seemed to mourn his nature even as no part of him hinted at the possibility of redemption.

“I should hope so after last time. I didn’t like lying to Father about where our bandages went.”

Ruki hummed, remembering. He’d been injured. She’d shed tears. Foolish little girl that she was. She gazed down at him with concern. “I can…replace the bandages. But I can’t replace you. Please be careful, Ruki.”

“You’re certainly soft tonight,” narrow eyes glittered. “Don’t waste your concerns on me. Keep to your studies within your tower, Rapunzel,” he uttered, tugging on a lock of her hair. Turning his horse and cantering away from the lonely house, Ruki left behind his most treasured possession. Though he wanted to take her, there was a certain tightrope they tread together that remained unspoken.

The moment he could touch her freely, Ruki knew he’d dirty her. And tarnishing those rose-pink eyes was something even his black heart bled for.

Yui watched him disappear into the black wraiths of shadow, feeling her own heart sway as though to follow.

Only a man outside the law would encourage a woman’s education.

--

The sound of hooves was a prelude to hate.

Perhaps hate was too strong a word, Laito mused, watching the Highwayman leave. Frustration then.

He’d wormed his way into the clergyman’s good graces in order to more easily take advantage of the weak. People so easily lowered their guards for him if he wore their holy clothes or spoke the right words.

Yet his silver tongue failed him around Yui. Though she lit fire into his heart and loins, Yui evaded his touch. She’d begged her father to be rid of him, but Seiji wouldn’t hear of it. Laito Sakamaki was a good man.

As such, the law all too easily believed him when he sent word the next day of the infamous Highwayman’s favourite haunt.

---

The sound of hooves was a prelude to dread.

Yui gasped and struggled, head blazing with pain as a wetness crept down her temple and into her eye. Blinking the blood away, she struggled against the binds that held her fast.

The King’s men had roughly snatched her from town and tied her up within her room, binding a musket to her front that dug under her chest.

‘Keep watch’ they’d laughed, walking downstairs with their weapons to await the Mukami’s horse. Yui shifted, heart hammering as she heard him approach. The only thing she could move was her index. Something metal met the pad of her finger, and Yui covered the trigger, trembling.

She had to warn him. She couldn’t bare it if he was gunned down. They still had so much to talk about. He was the only one who would listen to her prattle on about the latest book she’d read or the peonies blooming in the garden. They’d never touched but in the corner of her mouth, a secret kiss awaited his lips. Only his.

Rose-pink eyes slid shut.

A gunshot going off caused his horse to rear in surprise. Ruki gripped the reins, clicking his tongue and striking it’s hide to turn back, galloping away when he sensed an ambush in the works.

But why at the clergyman’s home?

Ruki felt a heavy weight in the pit of his stomach. They’d probably found out about his…acquaintance with the daughter and taken Yui hostage.

“I’ll come back for you,” he mutters, swearing it.

He’d gather resources, find men to storm the place, calculate outcomes. That’s right, all he needed was a plan. His mind never failed him.

The sound of hooves was a prelude to madness.

It had been a simple thing. Just a passing conversation he’d heard while at the market in the next town. He’d already bought off men to help him.

‘Did you hear, that kind clergyman Seiji Komori? His daughter shot herself.’

‘Oh no! She’d been so beautiful.’

‘I know. Fragile though.’

Ruki did not think much then.

He did not calculate risks or outcomes. If he had, he’d know that riding back to the very town he’d escaped from was a fool’s errand. But vengeance had always been a loyal lover that warmed his bed more than any woman. He kept it close, embracing and bleeding revenge as he galloped over the bridge, firing blindly.

The King’s men tore him down with a rain of gunfire.

He found solace in the pain, as it stopped his mind from screaming its regret.

--

In the winter when the wind is in the trees, there comes the sound of hooves…

Yui opened her window and smiled down at him from within the abandoned house. Ruki raised his hand and beckoned her down, just as she’d wanted him to for so long.

“Come, or I really will climb up your hair, Rapunzel.”

Yui giggled lightly and floated down, sliding weightless into his arms. Her clothes did not become dirty with his touch. She did not wilt or crumple when his lips claimed hers- but shined with a luminous brilliance that even the living could slightly see in their quiet streets if they cared to look.

Riding from the town atop his dark steed, the two vanished into the waiting world of possible preludes.

End

[cthulhu-lulu]

Things to Know: Rykman and Lump

Rykman Alderbane

Animal Handling +6, Intimidation + 8, Deception +6

Former highwayman and ex-wizard, Rykman spent his younger days running a small group of thieves known as the Pocket-Cutters. The group was ambushed one day, and several of the members ended up in jail or dead at the hands of the town’s guard, Rykman able to escape by the skin of his teeth. Deciding that thievery may have too many risks, and that just because he was lucky this time didn’t mean he would be the next, Rykman joined the crew of The Grinning Sea-Goat, a large cargo vessel specializing in exotic herbs and spices. One day while in port, he was accused of pickpocketing a local noble and thrown into jail without a trial. He found that he was scheduled to hang alongside a wandering Gnoll who was in jail for the same crimes. Berlana, witnessing the arrest, decided to follow-up, discovering that the two were being framed by another noble who was trying to set them up as co-conspirators working for yet another noble. She presented evidence to the court, and was able to get the charges against the two dropped. The rest, as Rykman says, belongs to the tides now.

Rykman drives Nymphadora’s personal carriage and works as the lead Stablemaster for the Bellhouse Estate. He’s hired a small crew to help him with the horses and various other steeds the Miscreants bring home (‘Is that a Giant Wasp!? How the blazes did you get that thing to follow you home!? No, I AM going to worry about it, you blasted idiots!!’). 

Rykman is an expert pistoleer, and always has at least four pepperbox pistols on his person any time he is driving, ready to blast any unfortunate soul that thinks they can try robbing Adora’s carriage on his watch!

When he’s not driving the carriage or overseeing the stables, Rykman likes to spend time in the basement of the stablehouse, growing an assortment of exotic mushrooms in his custom built garden. He swears there’s nothing illegal, but the stablehands know better than to pry into his personal business…

Lump the Gnoll

Athletics +5, Acrobatics +5, Perception +11 (Passive Perception: 26)

Lump is a Gnoll

Lump is very fast

When Rykman tells Lump that someone needs to be shot, Lump shoots

When Lady Adora is in trouble, Lump protects

Lump is a very good boy

Lump can usually be seen riding alongside Rykman(the only person that seems to understand what his yips and barks actually mean) on Lady Adora’s carriage, Heavy Crossbow at the ready, always scanning the horizon for trouble.

Rykman swears that Lump ‘can smell bloodlust from the next town over, so when he thinks there’s trouble, there’s trouble!’ The Miscreants are very thankful to Lump for all the times he’s saved them, and never miss an opportunity to buy him a nice juicy steak or bring him home some giant monster bones to chew on. 

Lump acts as Adora’s personal bodyguard, and any time she is working, be it in some plague-poisoned city or a trade negotiation with some noble lords, you can bet he will be close by, paws on his twin scimitars, ready to jump to her defense in the blink of an eye. Trying to harm Adora is not a mistake Lump will allow anyone to make twice, ‘and that’s a damn guarantee!’ -Rykman

Nymphadora bought Lump fancy clothes and a fancy new uniform. Lump loves his fancy new uniform! Lump loves Lady Adora!

@sugarskullgrin @likeabirdinflight

[nadjadoll]

His Name Was Thomas

I deeply apologize for bringing this back to attention

*SPOILERS FOR NEW DAWN IF YOU HAVEN’T FINISHED IT*

It only took 10 minutes. 10 minutes and her life had been ruined, again. And again Valentine was helpless to stop it.

Happiness had been so close within her reach, she could almost feel the life her and Thomas were building together in her hands. Weeks earlier Valentine learned of her pregnancy, and Thomas couldn’t reign his happiness in, telling anyone and everyone in Prosperity of the pregnancy, with Val’s permission of course. He had even begun building a small crib in one of the back rooms of the house. At the time it all seemed so surreal, but now that it was all gone it made sense to Valentine. The world seemed so sure of snatching all of her happiness away just at the last moment.

The highwaymen came, loud and guns blazing. Throwing all regards for human life to the side, they killed so many people in Prosperity. In all the chaos Thomas had told Valentine to stay in the house, now 6 months pregnant there wasn’t much she could do, but she hadn’t listened. She couldn’t let him go out there and get slaughtered. She set up behind a window with a sniper rifle and went about picking off highwaymen one by one. They had chosen nighttime to attack Prosperity and it was getting harder for Val to distinguish Highwayman from Civilian.

When she saw Thomas backed into a corner with three Highwaymen closing in on him she felt her throat tighten and her trigger finger twitch. She had no time to react to this however as footsteps behind her caused her to spin around only to be met by the butt of a gun to her forehead.

She woke feeling heavy and hurt, noticing her hands handcuffed above her head and then noticing Thomas tied to a handcart in front of her, the Twins standing on either side of her.

“Ah look who could finally make it!” Mickey let out a laugh, resting a hand on top of Thomas’s head. Yet all Valentine could focus on was those eyes, as blue as hers and filled with so much fear.

A hard smack across Val’s cheek resonated loudly in the small room. “Hey! We’re talkin’ to you!” She looked up to see Lou face to face with her. “You with us now? Alright then.” Lou stepped back and she could see Thomas struggling hard against his bonds. Val tried her hardest to stay calm, everything is going to be okay. I’ll do whatever they want us to do, I don’t care what it is as long as we get out of here.

“Now,” casually leaning an elbow against Thomas’s head Lou nonchalantly pointed her gun at Val. “You two rabbits have been causing us a whole mess of trouble. And you remember what we do to troublemakers right?” Suddenly Lou swung her helmet at Thomas, a sickening crunch came upon impact and his nose immediately began flowing blood. A whimper came from Val’s lips, along with the hot stinging feeling of tears about to fall.

“I don’t know Mickey I think this one,” Keeping her eyes on her sister, Lou rested the cool surface directly against Valentine’s stomach. “Needs a reminder.”

At this gesture Thomas spit a moutful of blood onto Mickey’s boots. “Don’t you fucking touch her.” Both Twins snorted at his outburst, followed by another hit to the face by the helmet. Except this time Thomas didn’t hold his head up as high, though she could see he was trying as hard as he could.

There was no way out of this situation that Val could see, except for death. And that option was out of the quesiton, not this time. While the Twins were preoccupied Valentine tugged hard on her restraints. She’s gotten out of handcuffs before, she could do it again. Except there was no way Val could do it in time and before she could make any progress both Twins were staring at her.

“And just where do you think you’re goin’ huh?”

“Somewhere deep in her Val found the courage to speak up. “Please just… whatever you want me to do I’ll do it, I will. If you just let us go.”

The sound of laughter had now filled the room. “Let you go?” Lou stood face to face with Val, grabbing her face in her hands. “You think we want something? Is that what you think?”

Mickey spoke up next. “No no we don’t want anything. Well,” she scoffed. “I guess you could say we want to make an example of you. Your little resistance has gone on long enough.” Mickey now stood directly next to Thomas, holding the barrel of her gun flat against his head. Valentine’s heart began beating faster, and she struggled further against Lou’s hands who now stood behind her holding her head up to look straight at Thomas.

Those blue eyes Valentine loved so much met hers, and never strayed as Lou pulled the trigger.

Valentine heard screaming, it had to have been hers. Thomas lay face down on the cement floor, his blood sprayed across Valentine, her shirt, her pants, everywhere.

Valentine wasn’t quite sure what happened next, everything had gone black and the next thing she knew she was standing over the corpses of Mickey and Lou covered in blood. She had collapsed shortly after, all source of energy and adrenaline having left her all at once.  After being returned to Prosperity she was told by Kim as gentle as possible that Thomas had in fact not made it. Valentine had been inconsolable, not wanting to believe she had lost everything for the second time.

Everyone tried to stop her from going to his grave, saying it was a bad idea, too stressful, you should relax etc. But Valentine knew she had to see it, if he really was gone she had to see it for herself.

She fell to her knees at the foot of the grave, tears already falling down her cheeks.

“You said you’d love me like no tomorrow, but tomorrow will never come.”

3 months later Valentine gave birth to a healthy baby boy and named him Thomas.

[carminaxrye]

◯ / sonofedensgate

Symbol meme:

◯ - Rescuing them

They were learning. The Highway men had come into Holland Valley all guns blazing, all bright colours and in a show of noise and power. No subtelty. So it had been the one advantage Prosperity’s people had against them; knowing how to move quietly and stalk their prey like a hunt.

But the twins forces were adapting.

Carmina knew she was being followed about for about a mile before her clumsy would-be assailant finally gave up the ghost. But she had deliberately ventured west of her destination, not wanting to lead her follower to where she was meant to meet Isaac, or to New Eden itself.

She left her rifle low in her right hand, but quickly snatched her sidearm with her left and turned the same time the Highwayman emerged from the overgrowth. One bullet between the eyes and he was down. The body wasn’t an issue; cougars or bears would deal with it.

But she missed the others in his party; when the clumsy one had made himself known, his comrades had circled around her and Carmina felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand as rustling came from two different spots. One at a time, the helmet-toting enemies loomed from the thick vegetation and she done the odds in her head. She could take out one, maybe even wound the other, but there was no way she could shoot fast enough in this close proximity to take both out without return fire.

‘You’re gonna show us where those cult people are, rabbit.’ It wasn’t one of the twins, but the female voice in the helmet aped them very well. Backtracking slowly, Carmina let out a tiny gasp when she felt a frame behind her and arms held her in place; a third Highwayman.

Her rifle was wrenched from her hand, pistol too and the odds of making it home suddenly became a hell of a lot longer. The muzzle of her own silencer was pressed against her shoulder by the woman who’d spoken, taking off her helmet and leering at her. ‘Start talking before I make ya scream.’

The woman never did get the chance to follow up her threat; a bullet blew in one side of her temple and out the other, another shot took the furthest assailant out and Carmina felt her captor go rigid behind her before he gurgled something and slumped to the ground. Turning around, she saw the gash across his neck and bright blood on the grass, eyes darting to her savior. Isaac stood there, red-handled utility knife dripping blood.

There must have been others around to lend support, maybe Isaiah or Sawyer, but Carmina didn’t care as she all but ran to Isaac and clung to him, her tight hug a mix of shock and unabashed fear at being caught by the enemy. At the prospect they could have used her to find out about Eden.

“I- I’m sorry! I thought there was only one ...”

@sonofedensgate