#blind velvet worm

[onenicebugperday]

Blind velvet worm, Leucopatus anophthalmus, Peripatopsidae

Found in Tasmania and considered endangered. As the name implies, they have no eyes.

Photos 1-3 by ggiribet and 4 by sclerobunus

[bestanimal]

Round 1 - Phylum Onychophora

(Sources - 1, 2, 3, 4)

Onychophora is a phylum of long, soft-bodied, many-legged animals. They are commonly called Velvet Worms due to their velvety texture, and the human propensity for calling any small animal with a long body a worm. Onychophora is the only animal phylum in which every extant (non-extinct) member is fully terrestrial.

Onychophorans are predators, preying on other invertebrates which they catch by spraying an adhesive, glue-like slime. This slime can also be used to deter predators. They will target slime at the limbs of their prey, and have even been observed targeting the fangs of spiders. The slime is stretchy, with high tensile strength, and forms a net-like structure when sprayed. It takes about 24 days to replenish an exhausted slime repository, so they will eat their dried slime when they can.

Onychophoran legs are called oncopods, lobopods, or “stub feet”. They can have from 13 to as many as 43 pairs of feet, depending on species. Their legs are hollow and have no joints, instead being moved by the hydrostatic pressure of their fluid contents. Each foot has a pair of tiny chitin claws which they use to gain their footing on uneven terrain. They sense the world via a pair of antennae, the numerous papillae covering their bodies, and a pair of simple eyes, though there are some blind species. Their mouth is surrounded by sensitive lips, and their chitin jaws, used for chewing up prey, look similar to their claws. On either side of their mouth are the oral papillae, openings containing their slime glands. Unlike their relatives, the tardigrades and arthropods, they do not have a rigid exoskeleton, restricting them to habitats with high humidity. They are also nocturnal hunters, and shy away from light, leading them to be most active on rainy nights. Onychophorans have two sexes. Females are usually larger than males, and sometimes have more legs. In most species the males will secrete a pheromone from their many “armpits” to attract females. Mating procedures differ between species. Some species are live-bearing, and some are egg-laying. The oldest known fossil Onychophoran, Antennipatus, is known from the Late Carboniferous.

Propaganda under the cut:

The little orange guy in my avatar is a velvet worm!

Some species can spray their slime up to a foot away, though their accuracy gets worse with distance.

Apparently, velvet worm slime tastes "slightly bitter and at the same time somewhat astringent.” Don’t ask how biologists know that.

It is hard to evaluate all velvet worms due to their nocturnal nature and low population densities, but of the few species that have been evaluated, all are near threatened to critically endangered. Main threats come from habitat loss due to industrialisation, draining of wetlands, and slash-and-burn agriculture. Many species naturally have low population densities and small geographic ranges, so a small disturbance of ecosystem can lead to the extinction of entire species. Populations are also threatened by collection for universities or research institutes.

While most countries offer little to no protection for their velvet worms, Tasmania is unique for having its own velvet worm conservation plan and one region of forest dedicated to preserving the endangered Blind Velvet Worm, Leucopatus anophthalmus (seen in the 3rd image).

Onychophoran’s stub feet allow them to be sneaky ambush predators which hunt only at night. They move slowly and quietly, with their body raised off the ground. They only use their claws when needed for climbing, otherwise they walk softly on the pads of their feet. They are often able to get so close to their prey that they can gently touch them with their antennae to assess their size and nutritional value before the prey is alerted.

Onychophorans have small but complex brains, and are thus capable of sophisticated social interaction. Some species live and hunt in packs, acting in aggression and territoriality towards velvet worms not in their own group. After a kill, the dominant female always feeds first, followed in turn by the other females, then males, then the young. High-ranking individuals will chase and bite subordinates who climb on them, but will allow juveniles to climb on their backs without aggression.

Somft

[localratwithcowboyhat]

I love how velvet worms r like straight out of an alien horror movie,, the way they hunt is just absolutely terrifying but make them small and look adorable.

THIS THIS THING LOOK AT IT

it literally shoots goop ( up to 1 feet) onto its pray that paralyses it, cuts it open with a sharp thorn like thing, inject a liquid that liquefies its organs AND SLURPS THEM UP

they r also completely blind, don’t have an exoskeleton and move by moving pressure

Goodbye

[howlingday]

Ask

Everyone goes back to beacon during the reunion. Jaune was voted most likely Die in his class.

Q to everyone in the reunion. Watching the news as jaune the rusted knight. Medal gear rising rules of Of nature a gigantic grimm.

"Wait, wait, so you were The Rusted Knight the entire time?"

"Pretty much." Jaune shrugged, taking a sip of his fruity beverage. Shade Academy, despite the rumors and tales told from his close friends, was still an academy for students and just as strict for being so. Not that he was complaining, since he never really got into the harder drinks, partially because of Ruby's uncle. "That's not even the craziest thing to happen." Everyone gave him a weird look. He scratched his cheek. "Okay, it was, but it's not the last weird thing to happen to me."

"What was it?" Velvet asked.

"While we were making our way to Shade, we ran into some Grimm, these huge worms with big ol' red eyes-"

"Blind Worms." Everyone said in unison.

"Oh, uh, you guys know about them, too?"

"We've been in Shade for a while now, dude." Neptune answered.

"Some of us longer than others." Sun added.

"I was actually eaten by one." Coco said, drinking from her canteen. It could have been coffee, or it could have been soda. Jaune wasn't sure what Coco's tastes were. "Pretty dark in there."

"Tell me about it." Jaune said with a sigh. "Thought I was going to die for a minute, which would have sucked since I just came out of the Ever After."

"How did you get out?" Cardin asked with a quirked brow.

"Did the Vomit Boy induce vomiting?" Russel sniggered before being elbowed by his leader.

"No, I just kinda... cut myself out." At this, everyone glanced at one another before passing a judging gaze at him. Sure, Jaune had grown since his departure from Beacon. Everyone saw the message Ruby sent out AND the video beforehand of Jaune fumbling with the camera controls, but they paid less attention to how much he'd physically changed and saw that he was still the lovably dense goofball that was Jaune Arc. He might have changed, but, at his core, he stayed the same. "What are you guys looking at me for?"

"If you were small enough to be eaten by a Blind Worm, then there's no way you could have just "cut your way out." No offense, of course." Neptune said.

"It's true, though!"

"Yuh-huh! I even have the video!" Everyone turned to see Jaune's team, Nora and Ren, standing by, with the former holding a scroll out. "Ren and I got the whole thing on our scroll!"

"I got it on my scroll." Ren clarified, tapping the screen to unlock it and prove that it was indeed his scroll in his girlfriend's hands. "Nora provided commentary while she fired mortar shots at the Grimm around them."

"Enough yapping!" Nora shouted, tapping the now unlocked scroll. "Check out my sick as hell fearless leader!"

The video played and, just as Ren had said, Nora was shouting profanities and making... disturbingly cheery remarks as the Grimm had been blown to pieces. In the distance, Team RWBY and Jaune were being surrounded by the Blind Worms while a huntsman team was dispatched to assist after almost an hour of fighting. The smaller ones were easy to dispatch, but a much larger one was taking potshots with its acidic spit from a distance. Jaune then broke from the group to engage the larger one alone, but soon realized none of the smaller Grimm were following him.

The sand beneath Jaune began to shift until he was then swallowed whole by the larger Blind Worm. The massive Grimm then dove back down, taking Jaune with him. The camera began to shake as you could hear Ren grinding his teeth at the sight. Faint whispers of, "Come on, Jaune" were uttered for everyone to hear. By the third iteration of the chant, the worm emerged once more, letting out a howling scream as it was sliced in half. Unlike the other instances when this happens, in which the Blind Worm would retreat to grow into two more Blind Worms, the titanic creature began to fade away into dust and ash from being sliced in half longways across its entire body.

It was at this point that the backup huntsmen arrived and Ren screamed "HOLY SHIT!" for everyone to hear. Cardin and Russel mocked the exclamation for a bit, but this didn't detract from everyone sharing the same reaction as they all looked at Jaune.

"Did we miss the video?" Ruby asked, running up to the group.

"You've already seen it a thousand times." Weiss groused as she followed behind. "How many more times do you need to see the same thing?"

"At least a thousand and one." Ruby replied, after thinking about it for a few moments, earning a groan from her partner.

"It's really not that impressive, Ruby." Jaune shrugged. "Pretty sure you could pull that off ten times over." At this, the group erupted into a mixture of emotions, ranging from guffaws of disbelief to outcries of disparages to uproarious laughter at the strangely humble and awkward Jaune Arc.

[bestworstcase]

One has to wonder how giant sandworm Grimm survive in Vacuo, given it doesn't exactly seem like Vacuo's the most abundant place for food, and I don't think lost humans in the desert are a good diet for something that big.

what grimm actually seem to need from their prey is aura—in 'before the dawn,' there's a scene where gillian recalls a time when she tried transferring aura to a grimm to see what would happen, and the grimm latched on to the connection and kept drinking aura until she severed the connection.

gill's semblance seems to be touch-based, in that she needs to touch a person to drain aura (although she is able to maintain these links at a distance once they're formed). so she must have gotten close enough to this grimm to touch it at least briefly, and in the passage there's no mention at all of it being aggressive or attacking her. which... would actually make a lot of sense, if from the grimm's perspective this human walked up to it and began to feed it. they're smart. why bite the hand that feeds?

we also see that with e.g. the beetle and the grimm arm that at least some types of grimm can suck aura out of living things without killing them. and humans/faunus aren't the only beings with aura—it's a life force running through all living creatures on remnant, including animals (and presumably plants and fungi and other lifeforms, although this isn't confirmed). everything except grimm.

what makes humans/faunus unique is their ability to amplify and project aura outward. if grimm have a physiological need for aura and no ability to produce it themselves, then humans/faunus are their most efficient food source by several orders of magnitude but not remotely the only one.

if the ability to drain aura from living beings is a general trait that all grimm have, then i'd imagine grimm just do that passively all the time, drawing a little bit of aura out of everything they touch as they roam the world. they obviously can't sustain themselves this way (because they hunt humans, who are both their most efficient available source of aura and also the most dangerous, so they must have high enough energy needs for that trade-off to be worth it) but it would surely lessen the burden. similarly, just because grimm have never been observed hunting or eating wildlife doesn't mean that they don't ever do that.

another thing we've seen is that grimm have a 'dormant' state where they kind of just... turn off. this is probably some form of power-saving mode. if the wyvern wasn't petrified under that mountain, it had probably been in a dormant state for a very long time, and that could suggest that extremely large grimm might hibernate for years or even centuries at a time. so that's one possibility: perhaps giants like the blind worms are very energy-efficient and spend most of their time dormant or sort of dozing, to conserve energy, so they don't need to hunt very often, and when they do they're big enough to catch many humans at one time, which can last them for a while.

a second possibility is that blind worms and other giants might be more akin to, say, filter-feeding whales in that they're built to feed on millions of tiny organisms all the time and only resort to hunting larger / more energy-rich prey like humans in lean years when there isn't enough, waves hands, sand krill or whatever to sustain them.

but my favorite possibility is that. well. in after the fall, coco gets swallowed by a blind worm and she's like... fine:

It was pitch-black inside the Blind Worm. Coco took her glasses off, but that didn’t help at all. Maybe that’s why they called it a Blind Worm, because if it swallowed you, you couldn’t see inside its stomach, or whatever this was. Or maybe it was called a Blind Worm because you never saw it coming. Only she had seen it coming, and she’d ended up inside the damn thing, anyway. She had pulled Velvet out of the way, only to take her friend’s place. Coco figured sacrificing your life for your teammate was one way to be remembered as a good leader, but maybe that was just cheating. The air was warm and wet and foul smelling. And the darkness was even more disorienting because the worm was moving—fast. She was inside a living, runaway train with no idea how to get out.

while she's stuck inside it, this thing thrashes around, spins, plunges in and out of the sand, etc etc. and coco isn't harmed at all because she's "cushioned by the spongy lining on the walls." there doesn't seem to be anything in the way of digestive juices or... well, anything in there, just some ichor near the tail leaking from where her bullets injured it.

so blind worms can swallow people whole and alive, and keep them alive in there for at least a few days before they die of thirst. maybe a lot longer if aura can compensate for thirst. remember that point about grimm passively siphoning aura from living beings? 😶 depleted aura regenerates... if all a blind worm needs to survive is aura then jonahing a couple nomads every once in a while and then spitting them up again when there's no aura left is . probably a pretty good hunting strategy.

fuckin terrible way to go for the people, though.

[moonlitcomet]

Some doodles from yesterday of captain Thunderhide and other occulacis individuals, trying to figure out their anatomy outside of spore. They're blind scorpion-worm-aliens who live mostly underground but somehow made it to space. You can compare their external anatomy somewhat to velvet worms or bobbit worms, but they're very smooth and squishy.

Their "front" ends, where the hands are, are where they excrete waste and their head is on a raised "tail" which is in the back of the individual. It's theorized they evolved this way, alongside many of their evolutionary relatives, so their more armored front ends can be used to fight and protect themselves from predators.

Only certain individuals are legally allowed to be captains of spacecraft, said individuals being those who grow functional wings. Evolutionarily they used these wings to find new homes and raise new colonies, similar to a new queen in an ant colony, but now it's more of a status thing.

Occulacis are very physically sensitive to UV and it's not common to see them wandering around on the surface of planets. They would rather start new colonies underground, sometimes even digging under the surfaces of already colonized planets to live off of their dirt without asking. Nobody's using the deep underground, so why not take it for themselves?

[silly-lil-scribbles]

top 5 favorite creeturs

ooooooh hm thanks for the ask!

1. rats

2. mothhhhhsssssssss any kind but big fan of orache moths

3. wooly chafer beetle

4. blind velvet worm. look at that thang.

5. newts and salamanders of any sort

special mentions to earthworms, garter snakes, bees, isopods, planthopper nymphs with angry eyebrows, and weevils

[mantrabay]

Witching Hour Minstrel 1

Whatever happened to the twelve o ‘clock rambler,

nocturnal venturesome brushstroke sort,

they paint sound and city pastel,

never at a loss for inspiration,

weather neither bar nor barrier,

in the face of whirlwind snowfall,

freezing ice, torrential downpour,

within themselves, he, she, they plod on,

hardship is adopted, never cast aside,

while others brazenly squirm,

wallow in uproarious denial,

wilt before the slightest storm,

taking flight in arid comfort zone,

shelter is their first convenient port,

not for stoic diarist this threadbare exit,

exodus of the half-hearted humbug,

but ironclad ilk stubbornly remain,

eyes and ears are substitute antennas,

alert does not begin an ample portrait,

of this wilful dwindling genus,

genus, genie, genius, glow worm ghost,

peaceful prowlers with pen on queue,

they capture worlds sidereal,

under velvet moon imagining bespoke,

crescendo of cathartic bonhomie,

icy night frost punctured by high drive fog horns,

deft nib from dark ink manteau nomad,

who engross themselves in light and shade reflection,

how magical their canny weave lexicon,

for us timid souls to relish evermore,

as we balk at the eerie life we revel in,

vicarious the kismet, excitement from afar,

drama under bridges, shadow figure chinwag,

river stream babble, blind alley gust,

eavesdrop on historic past teaser,

litter swept aural gossip whoosh,

eventide mournful dog bark heart tug,

darting elfin’s sly mind peep thereon,

yet the vagabond minstrel has to comb,

each backstreet, zebra crossing, sprawling suburb,

for inert sleepy after hour dozers,

who crave eye candy fodder as humdrum sidestep

Prose piece and photos

all my own work

Many thanks to everyone who reads this submission.

[at-thezenith]

ROY G BIV

thank u for tagging me @vcaudley!

rules: search your wip document for the colours of the rainbow and post the snippets

red

‘No.’ Ola looked at the horizon. With the sun blinding them, the valley seemed to stretch on forever, the earth swallowed up by the deep red sunset. It was a beautiful sight, hard to look at after a day of dreary weather. Ola stared at the sun that dripped golden blood.

orange

Yolan stepped into the centre of the circle and crouched, gently pressing fingers into the earth. She drew a sigil into the snow and loose earth snaked its way towards her hands, piling atop the makeshift gravesite, worming its wat into the shape she had drawn. It signalled a killer’s grave. The sigil burned bright orange for a split second before fading into the deep brown of the dirt. Yolan held her hand there, clenched in a fist, and exhaled. The tension left her body and she dropped her hand, her body hunched over as if holding itself together.

yellow

Afsara took a deep breath in, taking in her surroundings one last time. The big oak she and Cosmos used to swing from. The climbing flowers she’d first practiced on, still alive even in the depths of winter and clinging to their trellis. For good measure she touched a hand to their stems, the blossoms seeming to shake themselves and stretch upwards, colour flooding back into their petals. One was lovelier than the rest; a yellow bloom in a perfect circle. Afsara stroked it, feeling the silk-softness of the petals.

green

The dance was fairly simple. There was a short skip clockwise in the circle, and then the dancers separated to spin their partner around, to then swap with another dancer. It was fast-paced and jolly, the musicians playing as loud as they could to be heard over the noise. Afsara threw herself into it, her skirt billowing out around her in a wave of green velvet. The lanterns and the fire caught on her jewellery, making her gleam from head to toe. Occasionally a new partner would look at her arms and their faces would fold in concern, but Afsara was moving too quickly to hear anything. She came back to Ola often enough, and her faerak was gamely if sourly playing along.

blue

Afsara stretched, slid out of bed. It was still dark outside, and she could see the last of the stars shining in the deep blue sky. When she was younger, this view was reserved for the morning before festivals, when she and Cosmos were too excited to sleep. They would sit by the window, trying to catch the exact moment the sun would crawl above the horizon. She was a little out of practice, but guessed that she had another hour before the stars would fade away in the red bloody sunrise.

no hits for indigo :(

violet (cheating, using purple)

His eye glimmered. It almost looked like he was crying. ‘No. But he’ll forgive me.’ ‘I’m sure. But we won’t.’ Ola set a knee between his shoulder blades, the sudden weight making Angus gasp. She curled a hand, a long, thorny vine snaking out of the ground. With clinical ease, she pulled it out and wrapped it around his throat. He coughed, tried to grab at her with his free hand, but she simply pulled tighter, until his face went from red to purple to blue and his head eventually hung limp.

tfc taglist: @mel-writes-with-her-dragons @hydrancheas  @charlesjosephwrites @kosmic-kore @outpost51 @megarywrites

gently tagging: @fleurtygurl @deanwax @keysandopenmind @phynewrites

[phonypizza]

MUSE AESTHETICS: HORROR EDITION.

CLASSIC.

black and white. powder puffs. red lipstick. winged eyeliner. white kitten heels. black lace lingerie. icy blue eyes. rain. abandoned cars. skeletons. acid. poison. voyeurism. switchblades. strangling. overcoats. looking over your shoulder. transatlantic accents. private detectives. dinner parties. haunted mansions. cobwebs. perfect blonde curls. kitchen knives. shock. cellars. dust. ghosts. dark alleys. empty streets. horn-rimmed glasses. radiation. zombies. serial murder. suspicion. paranoia. the city. witches. the devil. cannibalism. conspiracies. amulets. abject terror. the American South. the American Northeast. England. analog cameras.

CRYPTID & URBAN LEGEND.

aliens. blinding light. dark woods. driving at night. claw marks. bite marks. men in black. memory loss. dismembered bodies. sewers. flashlights. cell phones. video cameras. cars with tinted windows. unlabeled cassette tapes. bugs (worms). big cities. urban crimes. clowns. something rustling outside your window. glowing light. unsolved mysteries. suburbia. mirrors. the american pacific northwest. the american midwest. hiking. backpacking.

GOTHIC.

gaslights. corsets. ballrooms. candlelight. mist. starless nights. full moons. cobbled streets. horse-drawn carriages. mysterious strangers. bogs. moors. forests. mountains. castles. velvet. silver. brass. gold. jewels. domino masks. the opera. dangerous romances. tragic romances. violins. roses. lilies. empty graves. crosses. cemeteries. snow. ice. the gallows. crows. milk-white skin. ambiguous illness. fangs. pointed nails. something howling in the night. capes. gloves. top hats. straight razors. lightning. pipe organs. underground caverns. bats. mice. rats. ravens. cats. pearls. attics. talismans. axes. wood. isolation in a room full of people. vampires. werewolves. ghosts. coffins. western europe. eastern europe. bones. churches. catacombs. mausoleums. books.

PARANORMAL.

malevolent spirits. seances. spells. missing bodies. hidden graves. white noise. static. flickering lights. rings of salt. demons. poltergeists. dark histories. old buildings. cold air. wells. urban exploration. a dog barking at unseen things. iconoclasm. black ooze. old photographs. dark bodies of water. crucifixes. priests. possession. exorcisms. dolls.

SLASHER.

bloodbaths. massacres. wanton nudity. newspapers. leather jackets. letterman jackets. converse sneakers. obscured faces. social unrest. bonfires. lakes. babysitters. high school. lockers. dead leaves in the fall. jack-o’-lanterns. passing shadows. outdated television sets. nightmares. psychiatrists. hospitals. unstoppable forces. gunfire. police. landline telephones. improvised weapons. halloween. secrets. revelations. cut wires. character masks. scrunchies. wild curls. jeering children. parties. fire. swearing. revulsion. california. the american midwest. ambulances.

THRILLER.

daylight. fluorescent lighting. morgues. unwavering eye contact. tension. lit rooms. empty rooms. killer in plain sight. a dog digging in the newly-planted flower bed. steely gazes. paperwork. anagrams. codes. convicted killers. missing persons. law enforcement. federal agents. small towns. suspicion. paranoia. subdued terror. dimly-lit parking lots. a noise in the distance. conspiracies. a dark past. deadly mistakes.

[supersaiyanjedi14]

RWBY COMBAT ANALYSIS: VELVET SCARLATINA

"Most people don't know what it's like on the battlefield. I mean, even experienced fighters can get scared and start seeing things. If it happened to Coco, it can happen to anyone."

PHYSICAL

Born in Vale to the human engineer Will and the rabbit Faunus Meg, Velvet Scarlatina was a 20-year-old female during the conflict with the Crown, roughly a year and a half after the Fall of Beacon.  As was common among such mixed-race unions, Velvet inherited her mother’s animalistic traits, in her case a pair of long rabbit ears protruding from her scalp.  Aside from her mother’s physical traits, Velvet also inherited her father’s mechanical expertise, a summer in Atlas ending with the construction of her Anesidora camera prior to her enrollment in Pharos Academy, setting the stage for her rise as one of Beacon’s most accomplished students.  Like many other members of her species, she possessed greatly enhanced vision in low lighting, while her ears provided her with greatly enhanced hearing.  Combined, these traits provided Velvet with exceptional spatial and environmental awareness, allowing her to track and follow disturbances in restrictive terrain.  Notable examples of her superior senses were seen when she detected survivors in the Lower Cavern caves and later finding the sleepwalking Edward Caspian in the middle of the night in Vacuo.  However, Velvet’s ears also held significant limitations, as their long length made them easy targets while also being highly sensitive to touch, a trait that made her a regular victim of Cardin Winchester’s racist bullying when he manhandled her ears.  

Beyond her ears, Velvet was a conventional humanoid, standing 5’6” with brown hair and eyes, fair skin, and a slender build.  During her tutelage at Pharos and Beacon Academies, Velvet grew into a formidable athlete, easily keeping pace with her teammates on Team CFVY and shouldering the physical demands of a Huntress.  To accommodate for the versatile nature of her chosen fighting style, Velvet built up a balanced array of attributes that she could emphasize based on the situation, weapon, and opponent.  Despite this balance, Velvet was decidedly speed-oriented in her approach, her agility and dexterity being the crux of her physical component in battle.  She incorporated elegant acrobatics and nimble footwork on the battlefield, while her well-developed dexterity enabled her multitude of weapon proficiencies.  Though she missed the landing, she was still able to grapple between the trees during her initiation with ease, and during the Fall of Beacon, she casually outmaneuvered the hulking Paladin mech, dodging around its weapons while striking at its weak points.  Her dexterity most clearly expressed itself through her Confusion-Fu fighting style, suddenly and seamlessly alternating between the various weapons on her camera to shift between radically different weapon types on the fly.  Her strength was sufficient to heft Yatsuhashi Dachi towards a mole crab, as well as enable heavier hitting fighting styles such as Nora Valkyrie’s.  Despite this, Velvet was not a heavyweight, overpowered by Nebula Violette during a sparring match at Shade Academy and often deferring to her teammate Yatsu to do the heavy lifting.

Despite being regularly kept to the sidelines as the team’s ace up the sleeve, Velvet still found time to get her hands dirty and has soaked up her fair share of punishment, only being subdued by catastrophic hits that immediately disabled her.  She fought through the Fall of Beacon alongside her classmates and single-handedly dispatched an Atlesian Paladin, though she was later struck from behind by a second one leaving her with a noticeable limp to the point that Coco kept her bedridden after the battle.  In Vacuo, she maintained her performance during a long trek through the desert and in battles with the Blind Worm, Carmine Esclados and Bertilak Celadon, and not only persevered, but was able to hold out long enough for help to arrive.  Though overpowered by Nebula, Velvet was still capable of continuing the fight, and I think there is a good reason why the brainwashed Xanthe Rumpole insisted on Nebula continuing to beat on her until she was conclusively defeated.  At the same time, Velvet’s self-confidence was often her greatest hinderance, the mounting trauma of failed missions and the loss of many friends during the Fall of Beacon leaving her regularly anxious, to say nothing of her regular discrimination for being a Faunus.  But more often than not, Velvet was able to steel her nerves and persevere, unwilling to back down from the demands of combat even against overwhelming odds.  She may be sensitive, but she’s not even remotely fragile physically or mentally.

Given her extreme skill-based approach to combat and need to keep her body free, Velvet adopted light combat gear to enable her style while still providing a measure of protection.  On a day-to-day basis, she was garbed in a simple brown jacket and shorts over what appeared to be a skintight bodysuit with light shoes. Her armor consisted of a pair of pauldrons and bracers, providing a minor margin for error, while her camera box was secured to a gold belt.  Lightweight and practical, but only providing moderate protection.

RANKING: Tier 2, Peak Human Fitness

Truth be told, I debated long and hard about this one, and this ranking is only by the slimmest of margins.  While I typically rate Faunus with anatomical advantages higher, Velvet’s ears are afflicted with major shortcomings that, in the right hands, can significantly counterbalance her enhanced senses.  While grabbing Velvet’s ears obviously won’t be debilitating enough to put her out of commission a’ la an untrained Saiyan’s tail, anyone who does so is still going to have her head on the end of a line.  At the same time, Velvet’s senses are still a major advantage, and can potentially allow her to anticipate and avoid attempts to manhandle her ears.  Otherwise, Velvet is a highly capable athlete with solid performance levels, but nothing she has is truly exceptional when compared to other trained fighters of her caliber.  While Velvet can compensate for her few physical weaknesses and has strong anatomical traits that bolster her tactical viability, raw might is definitely not her ballpark, and she relies almost wholly on armed combat.

MARTIAL

Velvet Scarlatina’s personally crafted weapon, Anesidora, was nothing less than an engineering marvel.  Outwardly appearing to be nothing more than a simple digital camera, it was in truth a sophisticated computer database connected to a hard-light Dust projector, the latter concealed in a simple wooden box held at her hip.  Pictures taken by the camera could be uploaded into the generator, which used its Dust loadout to create a wire frame energy construct of the subject, specifically weapons.  These projections could vary considerably to account for the functions of the weapon being created, ranging from sharpened blades to blunt objects to flexible cords to high caliber projectiles.  The only limitation of these constructs were their lack of longevity, as the projections could only last for a brief period before dissolving, and the individual pictures of weapons could only be used once.  Velvet’s concept were so advanced that General James Ironwood, head of the most technologically developed military in Remnant, was impressed by the designs when her father showed them to him.

Like the bulk of her peers, Velvet’s training began with an intermediate combat school, passing her exams at Pharos Academy before being accepted to Beacon Academy.  Thanks to her father’s connections with the Atlas military, Velvet was able to procure the resources to build her state-of-the-art weapon, designed specifically to accommodate the practical benefits of her Semblance.  In her initiation, she was paired with the Mistral native Yatsuhashi Dachi, the two escaping a pack of Boarbatusks before joining forces with Coco Adel and Fox Alistair to slaughter eight Ursai, the subsequent Team CFVY coming together through a masterful tactical retreat.  After two years of formal study and sanctioned missions, Velvet and her teammates rose to become one of the school’s most capable units, pulling their weight in the Vytal Festival and the defense of Beacon.  Fortunate enough to survive that hellish day, the team transferred to Shade Academy in Vacuo, where they continued their training and served on the front lines during the conflict with the Crown.  Well-trained and highly experienced, Velvet stood as one of Team CFVY’s heavy hitters, though also a secret weapon due to her preference for a low profile and the nature of her weapon.  Addressing her personal combative capabilities, Velvet’s Photographic Memory and the properties of Anesidora provided her the means to learn differing fighting techniques on the fly after only seeing them once, as well as employ any weapon she has taken a picture of with incredible proficiency.  To put it simply, Velvet’s personal technique was the attack katas of dozens of different martial arts and weapon types plugged into a random number generator, executing radically different fighting styles within seconds of each other.  She has been seen employing polearms, several kinds of swords, staves, bludgeons, firearms of all kids, thrown projectiles, knives, whips, and even flamethrowers when utilizing Bartholomew Oobleck’s Antiquity’s Roast.  Having spent her free time taking pictures of her classmates’ weapons, Velvet had one of the largest pools of skills ever seen in her time, bypassing the need for specific training by memorizing sequences.  Consistent elements regardless of the weapon being used were her regular use of acrobatics to drive her physical component, especially helpful when utilizing more strength-based techniques by putting her full weight behind the blows.  Outside her weapon, Velvet had some skill in raw hand to hand combat, subduing an Ursa during the Breech with her bare hands, though she was overcome by Nebula Violette during a sparring match where they were deprived of their primary weapons.

The best way to describe Velvet’s strategic outlook is “Adaptation through Rote Response”.  With her extremely expansive pool of techniques, Velvet had the means to comfortably function in just about any combat situation by pulling out the most appropriate style to suit the situation, combining rapid reaction time with breadth of skill.  Though a gentle soul, Velvet did not pull her punches and was more than prepared to step up when problems boiled over, going for the throat to end the conflict as efficiently as possible.  Due to her camera being one-use-only for individual pictures, Coco Adel typically kept Velvet in reserve on the battlefield, saving her arsenal for when they needed it as opposed to throwing away all her tools in the early fight.  Though she played support during the Vytal Festival, when the Fall of Beacon escalated, Coco let the bunny cut loose against a rouge Paladin-290 mech suit.  Velvet opened with Ruby Rose’s Crescent Rose and cycled through several different weapons to subvert the mech’s defenses and attack its vulnerable joints, ultimately destroying it with Penny Polendina’s Floating Array.  In single combat, Velvet used this same mentality to adapt to her opponent’s fighting style.  Come at her with a knife?  She pulls a gun.  You’re best at close quarters?  She keeps you at range.  Action, reaction.  That being said, Velvet was not simply a reactive fighter and would take the initiative when need be.  When operating this way, her fighting style was more erratic and unorthodox, suddenly switching to different fighting styles in the middle of a fight before the opponent could get a bead on her.  She would typically open with a single weapon or fighting style to get a feel for the opponent, then abruptly change styles to catch them off guard once they were set into a comfortable rhythm.  Despite her kind and earnest demeanor, Velvet also made ready use of psychological warfare tactics to undermine her foes.  She would downplay her threat level to trick her opponents into underestimating her, making them thinks he was a timid little bunny before she abruptly unleashed her prowess on them.  This combination of martial versatility and unexpected tricks made Velvet dangerously unpredictable and lethal on the battlefield, particularly when accounting for her combat experience.

However, unorthodox does not mean unbeatable.  Despite her great skill and tricky tactics, Velvet’s fighting style had several significant holes coming from logistics.  While her Semblance and weapon could perfectly recreate a subject’s fighting style, they could not replicate their additional powers or their specific tactics, simply a mechanical recreation of someone’s physical moveset.  As such, while Velvet could wield her vast arsenal with the finesse of the original wielder, she could not wield it with the same proficiency due to not having actually developed that specific skill.  And because her technique was based around being able to do everything at once, it meant she couldn’t do anything particularly well.  Jack of all trades, master of none.  Velvet attempted to compensate for this by cycling through her various weapons over the course of a fight to keep the opponent guessing, employing all of her skills in equal measure and continuously changing the rules of engagement.  However, where other fighters like Qrow Branwen and Pyrrha Nikos mastered a balanced array of skills that could be adapted to the situation, their versatility coming from their nuanced applications of that flexible movepool, Velvet’s versatility came entirely from alternative weapon proficiencies, weapons that she could only use once and one at a time, making her paradoxically overspecialized and non-committal.  When forced to rely on individual skills, Velvet could be left scrambling.  When she and Nebula Violette sparred at Shade, armed with a simple staff and club respectively, Velvet was denied the chance to adjust her approach, allowing the slower yet stronger Nebula to leverage her superior unarmed skills to overpower her.  The only weapons that Velvet had regular access to were those of her teammates, and if she didn’t have a workable tool for the job, she had nothing to fall back on beyond her intermediate skill in unarmed combat.  Furthermore, Anesidora’s lack of sustainability and the growing expense of the Dust needed to power it meant that Velvet’s long-term viability could be capped if confronted by an adversary who can answer all of her skills.

RANKING: Tier 3, Standard Mastery

Velvet Scarlatina’s incredibly expansive skill set makes her one of the most versatile combatants in the RWBY setting, with the ability to effectively respond to nearly any combat situation with the most appropriate fighting style, allowing her to change the rules of the engagement at the drop of a hat while also adapting to changing situations.  At the same time, Velvet is heavily restricted by her need to alter her technique.  Because she is merely copying the fighting style of someone else, it means that she isn’t employing that style to the same degree of the original and cannot rely on any individual technique.  She compensates by building up a massive collection of weapons to choose from, resulting in a thinly spread skill set.  Despite this, Velvet’s track record demonstrates that she is an absolutely devastating combatant, tearing apart Grimm and Atlesian combat drones alike.  These weaknesses would only come up if she were confronted by an opponent of equal or greater skill, an especially small demographic indeed.

SPECIAL

Velvet Scarlatina’s Semblance is a Photographic Memory which allows her to memorize and replicate any fighting style she has seen.  Simply by observing another combatant’s moves and stances, Velvet can intrinsically replicate these movements herself with near flawless accuracy.  This power was the cornerstone of Velvet’s entire approach to combat, as it allowed her to build up a vast library of techniques and styles simply by memorizing the sequences.  Where most combatants may need months to years of training and study to perfect their techniques, Velvet only needed seconds, absorbing new fighting methods like a sponge to water.  The development of her weapon was specifically to make full use of this ability, providing her with the specific weapons of that style to elevate her combat performance to a degree comparable to the original.  Even without a weapon, Velvet was able to leverage her mental database by alternating stances and movements, seen in her battle with Nebula when she shifted styles on the fly to confuse and disorient her.  However, her eventual defeat highlighted how her proficiencies were limited if she lacked access to the appropriate weapons, with Nebula eventually able to overpower Velvet with her superior close combat talent.  While Velvet was perfectly capable of exploiting the raw physical component in battle, her reliance on her weapon suggest at the very least a slight lack of confidence in this method.  Furthermore, Velvet could only replicate the physical technique of a subject’s martial arts, and any abilities that were specifically tied to the subject’s Semblance or other abilities were beyond her ability to mimic. Sure, Velvet could use Ember Celica just like Yang could, but the power of her punches can’t match hers without Burn to amp them to their max.  Velvet’s approach was based around leveraging her library of techniques as fully as possible, getting around her inability to use a certain style to its nth degree by being able to unleash all of her styles, which are still highly refined, on a whim.

Aside from her Semblance, Velvet’s most visible special power came from her use of hard-light Dust as the primary feature of her weapon.  Typically utilized in the creation of defensive barriers, hard-light Dust is the rarest and most expensive variety of the substance, very difficult to procure outside of Atlas’s near monopoly.  Thanks to her father’s connections, Velvet was able to obtain a ready supply of hard-light Dust to make her weapon practical in the field.  She used this Dust to craft functional replicas of the weapons she took pictures of, molding it into anything from sharpened blades to ballistic weapons.  Depending on the weapon she was utilizing, Velvet could either be as precise as a scalpel or as destructive as a warhead.  Her use of a replicated Gambol Shroud allowed her to  restrain and disable the Paladin, while her recreation of Vega’s grappling hooks let her capably traverse the Emerald Forest.  Alternatively, her projectiles allowed her to sow massive destruction with her Dust.  While her gunshots and the faux flames from the Antiquity’s Roast were quite powerful, her greatest display of magnitude was when she recreated Penny Polendina’s Floating Array at the end of her bout with the Paladin, utilizing its energy cannon to obliterate the disabled mech.  However, strong as they were, the Dust weapons could not be maintained indefinitely, and would dissipate after a few hits, forcing Velvet to regularly switch up weapons and fighting styles over the source of a fight.  Though this has never been stated outright, I believe that more complex weapons require greater amounts of Dust to generate them, while also being more prone to burn out due to their mechanical demands.  As such, Velvet typically favors simpler and direct weapon applications, only breaking out the more intricate gadgets when needed, such as when she used Weiss Schnee’s Myrtenaster as a simple sword and only used Floating Array’s blaster as a last resort.

Between her photographic Semblance and Dust loadout, Velvet possesses the capabilities of an almost literal one-woman-army.  Her powers enabled her to answer any technique used against her by fighting fire with fire, while the Dust in her weapon provided her with a reliable means to take her collection of skills to the nth degree.  Instead of simply supporting martial combat with her superpowers, she blended them into one, using all of her attributes together in one package.  However, the nature of these abilities also highlight her limitations.  Velvet may be able to call upon any fighting style she has witnessed, but she cannot access the original’s powers and obviously doe not employ the same tactics.  In a sense, this reduces her myriad of proficiencies to a collection of one-trick-ponies, simply repeating mechanics of a core moveset.  The limitations of her Dust are more prevalent, especially in the wake of the Atlas Dust embargo.  With her supply chain reduced, Velvet began using her weapon far more sparingly to conserve her resources, only cutting loose when she needs to.  While an intelligent strategy, it means that Velvet’s ability to make full use of her powers is limited, at least when confronted with opponents capable of matching her in all the areas that count.  Velvet’s ability to fully utilize her Semblance is determined by the weapons her camera has access to, something that weighed heavily on her when utilizing the final reminders of fallen friends.

RANKING: Tier 3, Specialized Combat

Velvet Scarlatina’s combative applications of her special abilities easily represent one of the greatest hybridizations of physical and ethereal combat in the RWBY setting.  Her ability to memorize any fighting style she has encountered allows her to automatically build a vast collection of options that allow her to adapt to changing situations and undercut the enemy, while her Dust loadout elevates this by allowing her to fully utilize these techniques with the appropriate weapons.  The problems arise in how overspecialized she is, her subversions coming from shock and surprise rather than active attempts to bypass the opponent’s guard.  But to her credit, Velvet’s abilities are an incredibly dangerous package by their nature, and anyone who came after her would be in for a very rude awakening.

OVERALL RANKING: TIER 3, ADVANCED HUNTRESS

Velvet Scarlatina’s ranking in the Combat Analysis serves as a testament to her advanced skill while also highlighting the things she still needs to iron out.  Velvet is arguably the most dangerous member of Team CFVY, her unpredictable fighting style and Semblance making her an extremely difficult opponent to engage since she is essentially a dozen opponents coming at once.  Her balanced array of attributes, both physical and martial, are reinforced by her powers and abilities that enable her to leverage all of her skills on demand and extremely quickly, allowing her to function in any combat scenario while exploiting circumstantial factors.  As it stands, the only things preventing her from being a Tier 2 are her tactics and the logistical limitations of her powers and equipment.  Despite her amazingly broad skill set, none of these skills are advanced enough for her to dominate with, as she is simply replicating someone else’s technique rather than executing something she herself has elevated to the nth degree.  And rather than working to subvert the enemy through alternating her stance and technique, she simply switches from one to another to catch them off guard, the suddenness of the change being more important than what the change can deliver.  Velvet’s versatility and unpredictable approach give her the building blocks of a Master Huntress, but she still employs these methods with the mentality of an Advanced Huntress, wielding refined techniques as a blunt instrument and relying on her gadgets and powers rather than developed skill.

Contrasting Velvet with her peers, I would argue that she represents a less refined version of Pyrrha Nikos and an inversion of Adam Taurus.  Both Velvet and Pyrrha operate with a rotating wheel of skill configurations that they cycle through over the course of the fight in order to adapt to and undermine the enemy, but where Pyrrha mixes and matches her skills to exploit openings and disrupt the opponent’s momentum, Velvet simply switches up her technique to get them back peddling in bewilderment.  Pyrrha was an opportunistic savant where Velvet is merely a random juggernaut.  As for Adam, he and Velvet have diametrically opposed skill sets, Velvet being far better armed and having a wider variety of skills to draw on.  However, where Adam focused on developing his core technique as a reliable foundation for any situation, Velvet relies on alternative techniques to give her style depth that her individual skills simply lack.  Velvet is spread thin between just about every proficiency in the book, and all the more dangerous for it, an unpredictable jack of all trades who could do anything at the snap of a finger.  As Coco Adel pointed out, “Velvet can fight like anybody, but nobody can fight like Velvet”.

*I wish to apologize for the delay in this profile. The biggest hurdle I had here was the lack of images of Velvet to incorporate into the final posting. While Velvet demonstrated a great deal in her one on-screen fight, I find her displays in the books more compelling and more indicative of her skill. Seeing as there are no images from the books, my choices were either fill it up with the same few shots from the Paladin fight or turn to fab art. I opted to sidestep the issue and only include pictures for the verdict sections, but if things change down the road I may update this.*

*originally posted on RoosterTeeth Community page on 11-5-21*

* images taken from RWBY Wiki and @rwbyrwby*

RWBY Combat Analysis

[mirrorlings]

MUSE AESTHETICS: HORROR EDITION.

BOLD WHATEVER APPLIES TO YOUR MUSE. Add stuff and even change the format to your liking! Naturally, repost; don’t reblog!

H3 - 3H: DEATH & THE DEVIL

CLASSIC.

black and white. powder puffs. red lipstick. winged eyeliner. white kitten heels. black lace lingerie. icy blue eyes. rain. abandoned cars. skeletons. acid. poison. voyeurism. switchblades. strangling. overcoats. looking over your shoulder. transatlantic accents. private detectives. dinner parties. haunted mansions. cobwebs. perfect blonde curls. kitchen knives. shock. cellars. dust. ghosts. dark alleys. empty streets. horn-rimmed glasses. radiation. zombies. serial murder. suspicion. paranoia. the city. witches. the devil. cannibalism. conspiracies. amulets. abject terror. the American South. the American Northeast. England. analog cameras.

CRYPTID & URBAN LEGEND.

aliens. blinding light. dark woods. driving at night. claw marks. bite marks. men in black. memory loss. dismembered bodies. sewers. flashlights. cell phones. video cameras. cars with tinted windows. unlabeled cassette tapes. bugs (worms). big cities. urban crimes. clowns. something rustling outside your window. glowing light. unsolved mysteries. suburbia. mirrors. the american pacific northwest. the american midwest. hiking. backpacking.

GOTHIC.

gaslights. corsets. ballrooms. candlelight. mist. starless nights. full moons. cobbled streets. horse-drawn carriages. mysterious strangers. bogs. moors. forests. mountains. castles. velvet. silver. brass. gold. jewels. domino masks. the opera. dangerous romances. tragic romances. violins. roses. lilies. empty graves. crosses. cemeteries. snow. ice. the gallows. crows. milk-white skin. ambiguous illness. fangs. pointed nails. something howling in the night. capes. gloves. top hats. straight razors. lightning. pipe organs. underground caverns. bats. mice. rats. ravens. cats. pearls. attics. talismans. axes. wood. isolation in a room full of people. vampires. werewolves. ghosts. coffins. western europe. eastern europe. bones. churches. catacombs. mausoleums. books.

PARANORMAL.

malevolent spirits. seances. spells. missing bodies. hidden graves. white noise. static. flickering lights. rings of salt. demons. poltergeists. dark histories. old buildings. cold air. wells. urban exploration. a dog barking at unseen things. iconoclasm. black ooze. old photographs. dark bodies of water. crucifixes. priests. possession. exorcisms. dolls.

SLASHER.

bloodbaths. massacres. wanton nudity. newspapers. leather jackets. letterman jackets. converse sneakers. obscured faces. social unrest. bonfires. lakes. babysitters. high school. lockers. dead leaves in the fall. jack-o’-lanterns. passing shadows. outdated television sets. nightmares. psychiatrists. hospitals. unstoppable forces. gunfire. police. landline telephones. improvised weapons. halloween. secrets. revelations. cut wires. character masks. scrunchies. wild curls. jeering children. parties. fire. swearing. revulsion. california. the american midwest. ambulances.

THRILLER.

daylight. fluorescent lighting. morgues. unwavering eye contact. tension. lit rooms. empty rooms. killer in plain sight. a dog digging in the newly-planted flower bed. steely gazes. paperwork. anagrams. codes. convicted killers. missing persons. law enforcement. federal agents. small towns. suspicion. paranoia. subdued terror. dimly-lit parking lots. a noise in the distance. conspiracies. a dark past. deadly mistakes. 

[mynameis-a]

adding onto this!!

bear cat: not a bear, not a cat

red panda: not a panda

honey badger: not a badger

koala bear: not a bear

guinea pig: not native to guinea, not a pig

raccoon dog: not a raccoon, not a dog

fisher cat: not a cat

flying lemur: doesn’t fly, not a lemur

flying fox: not a fox

blindworm: not blind, not a worm; also called a slow worm, not slow; also called a deaf adder, not deaf, not an adder

shoebill stork: not a stork

mountain chicken: not native to any mountainous areas, not a chicken

aardwolf: not an aardvark, not a wolf

killer whale: not a whale

whale shark: also not a whale (they are sharks though)

starfish: not a fish

jellyfish: also not a fish

vampire squid: not a squid

horseshoe crab: not a crab

red velvet ant: not an ant

silverfish: not a fish

hummingbird hawk moth: not a hummingbird, not a hawk

tarantula hawk: not a tarantula, not a hawk

water bear: not a bear

I have just learned that Mountain Goats are NOT, in fact, actual Goats.

[localratwithcowboyhat]

Ive had this character concept in my head for so long i finaly got around to developing it ( not done yet obviously)

Meet velvet worm Alien cowboy goober 💥💥💥

I do not give permission for this original character concept to be copied in any way!!

Any way he got glue guns and a tooth shaped dagger and is also blind!!! My bebe

Im so exited to develop him more!! These r just rough concepts sketches

[libidomechanica]

About thee hast thou now lave

A sonnet sequence

               I

Don Juan’s eye, all the man shall I say? Little caves. But this hersel’ to let the town, the young heart, and excuse, to hide; only another’s breast! Where the same self-denial? At that would frown, in the running Reed his beams, pillage smoke, and champion him by their Life into a statue of stockings, and take them not; and, ah! About thee hast thou now lave thy finer fancied city of my pillows heaving a cello in Russia, one is dull at their bells an odd sort!

               II

For facts again and against the constructed an orbed diamond path with his answer brink of obvious in each rising at thy name of Julia’s lord, and the sun’s eyes, ne’re look’d the foam which carries the peeping upon the stems of flower blown, in fragrance an honour’d flood, or blind Fury spring stood: but when thousand followed. Daughters of the sun: o I will tell us. Delight, and he in loneliness, she woke betimes of all versed, as no doubt in fashion.

               III

Children’s voices, echoing, “Come! After and steal thyself away, in a vision, miss Edgeworth’s novel force, something do’t? Futile the worse, that Love’s sake; but the bee form cells? Dame, retired, yet sinks the hazel copses greater than light and catch her Day’s Delight, crawling up the gain’d, I wish to confidences has she: but reality distracted looked in by the wisest, do the door was fasten’d death together it best be A hollow ocean-ridges roar.

               IV

Unconscious he did think your love, nor thought once more, not let them with that antique house from the bonie lad that’s his livelier iris change pride, fame, ambition was my idol, which chiefly may, and wilt thou shall: tis always under. No tears are no signs or footmarks, but we have no tears to love. The mighty fuss just a trifle—an old song, ’ set to fray old darkness from our grammar upward corner. And followers and gentle limbs, and nothing space; I will soon be at rest.

               V

For it depends upon the light, that heart. Visible. Faithful wife you there! And so clear what we love of war turn’d Love into the genial month sends for her think, were well as most expedient on the laws. Like legion’d soldier sat in their shoes did duty. To woo,—and— Lord knows how it e’er got in or out; therefore served, be quoted; thought up in the bird o’er the offering in the NY sky but is not my face: watchet the white honour’s, pride’s, religion till shew the image.

               VI

But I look at the physics, bodies, or but one more than a cycle of Cathay. Particularly amongst his house from each other, t is not stay! And even in the ring of the officiously, from each other’s is the heaven fill’d t’ engage all the read, the colour’d more than in their heart most unfashionable wines and woodbine, of velvet leaves, ever reader! My thirsty milk! One in the fields into my ample, feverish heaven: thou art too slow!

               VII

Of plunder and ankles pointer and graces might not to be Natures art, canst not state through their birth which gives her? Fantastically merry; but the strange; men whose flitting languor, which he marvelously squished. And glad, or how or why, or why the dew. From the ground cast out. Yon banks and round alive, which she had swooned, and knew not help me as they can, had gather blisses, twinkling eyes! However this transpire more joy than those table, wouldst stay! Or taint-worm to the while.

               VIII

And welter to the understand. And calling round alive, thoughts quiver and winter brings me back to you: the only seem worth her breath, the boon of Beauty lay. The rainbow- sided, like a virgin full o’ care? Burning core; there’s nonentity? She kept toward he goes left. To comfort of thy loveliness, she of talk, not the grove where it not you? People are cool, like a ghost, if ghost had a mistress all, until it centred in a sunny mead and she image.

               IX

Swart planets on the flower upon the purple twilight tinge in personifications high, full well nigh pass’d in sullen mighty deeds: his pleasures of the offices in that will, invisible when you have paid for in the North End, the tufted crow-toe, and all is a sickly ghosts, the gain’d hill! Him almost man; but she sings: O joy, O joy, for the other—at least, is very name with a steady, sober flight; for, sweet, to watch her Day’s Delight, teach me to bake a potatoes; at least ambition was very loud and leases, perhaps—but that any other side ourselves, was even seven years would choose: thinking monkey from civic revelry to rural mirth; sweeter than another kiss.

               X

For any bed to give it a try. Without the bed they were painting imitate his confused, in fact, the trusty maid: she loiter’d, and winks behind the way, as music out of love, those vermilion diest, unless this alone, she is pleasant sighs ’tis almost might grow charming of amber, translucent as well may keep by child, what d’ ye cal him? Sings: O joy, O joy, for the time of life, the Irish peer, who kill’d his face, a sudden a poplar shook each book contain.

               XI

As those Lovers are no more do you—and by her spires love to score; therefore, my Silvia, do I mean to scold, but it seems to me show where his mutilated casement-curtains with his prayers to shew how quiet and anon the spray. Mad slanderer, holding up her noblest pedigree that full soothingly the whole thine eyes, he stood like an ocean-ridges and let few opportune! America Contest. All day long I have him flower, and they were dead!

               XII

These days much more beautiful thou a flower, now a nymph replied, and wounded, Ellen pass’d away— but what is there was as Ocean’s— nay, the best feel some deadly wound, and help our life thou art insensible of Beauty Full; who they? And not of that didn’t matters are not for an autumn blush; and heroes have done, Salámán of Auspicious coffee, deliciousness and rummaging, yet with too much to pity, for the low.—If ever I should take his cruelties.

               XIII

Thou know’st thou stayed so long ago was made, but being dead. For their youth, and kissing, for the night life like a basketball. Am I in no angry mood, in cowl and be the swinging the soldiers. And laid conditions, and the lake doth come this brow, but well in proper hand, seek’st thou that the troubled coronal; and roses; such as when he cannot seen it will, or a stone, on the rill to its face? These I better in infinite brain, thought for you, no doubt in fashion.

               XIV

My own Belovëd, who hath Homer reads his double figure. Together it was a public altogether: one will send whose silent though that same Adonis somewhat ere he is yet there’s the pair. May, purfling to all his wings more about them I heard, cupid’s bow, and knows how it would be dead. Of Hero and Leander; then rush’d together days; but the mysterious, but that flight? Made fiercer wonder of concrete he had known: often with his writer’s hands.

               XV

But rather variably for you! That you may err in this occasion, but—Oh! But the squires familiar dust of summers the Hand of waking should he quit his kicks out of the slow offence of my desire to say much at ease; but the threw a little care; so that we ourselves the night in French romances with you and I laugh me down! It seems from a glanced, with another. Down sidelong view, robert Burns: can feel the sagest part by turns—with the soul seeks.

               XVI

From laden boughs, from its suppose that is the bed falling Theotormon broken and awful the mysterious, that, at lengthened drowsiness: the lyre and play it down a fear of words are weak: a single sally. I think the Canterbury bells upon the mighty heart’s desire spurn’d by his own mouth. The vigorous joys of riding Alexander past wild magnificence, spiral through a vast antre; then her limbs, and the white-wall’d their blaze, stiff-holden sand—how few!

               XVII

—He would have in this the just exchange workings that a poor solitary dove, nor knows not come to silence sprang alone in silence clanks. Were but one impious word, himself in single stations and the greenest nook the earth so faire ladies proudly condensed; but the end, he scarcely trusted him with a future, far and mine had bound to hold a race to where’er the bosom sits that sacred head on rhymes, and bring comforting! Upon the brothers, who by a bower, hangs loose and Italy at least in fable, as they did their languid strings; horses be; and thee! But this is human form, that none could not love is bent to such love and all our spirit out; or like a wise man more fear their smooth; her eye.

               XVIII

Or thou wilt send; it is my love let’s lie down in the weak, a soft, a broken beams, and echo back her simple, which are little thing sound upon the shade, under the irregularity of mine were strapped from her last. Melted down the urn appear to thee. Rose a something like in every donor, rather pains! Antonia cut him in it, he saw too that cold delay, young Juan slipp’d to be shipp’d off from his eyes, or our pseudo- syphilis? Of his porch of mine.

               XIX

Upon the place with so faire a face also the schoolboy’s vision, and sunk upon this story’s actually true. Swift as a ghost, through the sense and suffocate true there is always said there was much consolation rather than seller, in such as when left; all the night- winds creep softness of love from the Three-feather spent lights quivering rill than these: nothing foil set off to the future far as human eye well-practised in store she comes, like Friar of Orders Gray.

               XX

The chaste Muse herself in single life of life is past the Indus with my signet are they, general gladness, on he had redden’d stare, and which, at length, no fancy set, on those ruddie gemmes impart; nest of heaven above, exception of his bonnet sedge, inwrought: soothe our ear still. But where dwellers journey. Had fallen out these dreary, he comes—but no more appears; and made a foolish people as if to the Hebrew tongue, her relation: they said he, if I were dead!

               XXI

He also found him standing under the highway ringed in the world, and cock’d trigger, now, tell me what is about for her graves of empire and it posterity fame; in him and then his Lips press’d a few words to turn church on the homely, slight, of sprites, the place, he knew the laws of poesy is set, as if an icebox had been renown’d forgot the house throne thou toldst mine eyes, fore duteous, nor knows no fixèd lot, is bound for little, while he slept.—But what she no more!

               XXII

The lyre and still weep that thou art staring at me, bending on to them! A general roar of a surf- torment spar’d, would make me; french to boot, at least when that play’d the bosom is the third so quaint himself in milk and round which, by the sky and then ensured her hair, whose immortal river. Much has its heavy gale at sea, a lady’s fan; ’ and dastardly, and no great whales arbour close, to brood on earth clos’d me in haste, official candidate. In sight, since find their valley.

               XXIII

In characters are class’d—but I must say in my claim the last, a diamond path? Or lift me with downcast look on me—breathe like an opiate, who cannot speak—and take this well, and the defendant doth interchange one that doth inuite to haue for want of heaven: I have had to set off every nested your verse distills your dog and your passion can hearts, than all, but say, he did, at last not rise thy prison all those that one ever pursuit of this accursèd duke!

               XXIV

Jealous Frenzy caught as thought of Vertues show; so children lisp the Rights of mercy, born with grief of her from civic revelry to rural mirth; sweet fellows: look like prettie death is. Upon his vision of the roses, flowers felt himself through the meed of all-judging by gladly die? First inclined to be sorry pages; then they obey the village, and yawn, and saltines, pissing me. That most truly Bacchanal profusion reel to earth beneath a holy hood.

               XXV

Not only of the starry sphere. For his sullen might; smote the retired, and flashy songs in the dooming strong in his golden opes, they’ll doubtless sleep however and there, bright and few there is in arranging bow-strings, for wit hath not left behind the world was good, who her husband’s head, four lily should not be great. ’ Some people he was a public feelings—she herself, or bouts rimes. Where dwell thee thus, for my poetic skill for killing up like statue with me, where she.

               XXVI

And even if by chancellors endeavour, of looking-glass gleamed forth a new noses, one knows, by all men, and thimble just escapes in Bacchanal profusion reel to earth beneath the cause of eye, ear, mouth, or heaven knows no fixèd fancy but reality distracted looked in black, braced for fuel; I had lost his love me! And was not at hand her dreams of Marses hate, are masks it oft; skin as smooth as any rush, and all my soul hath reft, quoth he, as if you caused.

               XXVII

Her aspects with an only say suppose us quite enough away their surly eyes should cross her braid. Which some supposed dismay’d alecto’s serpents; ravishment, with a little jars for your lovely for store, harsh feature of heaven! Labour, I my jest: for want of the age, he reeleth from a story of the language Fescennine. It yesterday we hear the fables there is a feast and never saw this his parity is always to be wrongs received the breeze.

               XXVIII

For she had laugh at a game that Ice straiten’d forehead. More gifted eye for such as could be some things to brow, as she deem’d, at least when Noon is the just were wrong. A friends, knew the chamber him! The hollow ocean-ridges and days and nights should a foolish people far as human words to turn the river spells; yes, even as those figurative with scorn. By doing easily because of eye, ear, mouth, or with a wayward th’ impending for an estate would sweet.

               XXIX

How, Dearest, do the depositions, and dispensed with pricking shot he did lamented shore, and gaze into the Hielands wi’ me? Or like a Messias Life into the Lesbian shore? The English lily, breathe once did, and the friar still more fresh lap the stormy bed lay the black-lined map of the distance mellow shade, and touch’d on his green, of evening silent when to Jove great torments more, to see set, and this way, the bed as well as most remote, and in atmosphere.

               XXX

And curls fell in verse, I’m fond myself to Delphi. To gladden thee; if ever I should, that in thy loss to shrewd turnes! They are burst—that I had done: to write rhyme is penn’d: some people do. Could enter into its unripe birth; let us be thus to slanderer, holding hot to be said may seem lost in thousand victories once from the influence of life, and musing on her gracious, graceless Grace what it cost, for all her on Ida’s shadow of a thousand pearls, and the fresh the evening to sigh for, or thrown, quite by mistake. What could see what it hath ceased, and of Pleasure: weightless as this torches me. Believe in its spray has sparkling, dive in nectar- wine, thou couldst pleasure, whereas from their valley.

               XXXI

Fain would supposed, and usual—Juan, when too oft disguised please perhaps, but fairer we it deem for the last had a remarkable at the soil hath smutched in the century. Now the act of love, my breath, thy dart hath a melody that fall by thy silver, white hills, whose hounds, some in the Herald of the sky but for a kiss, I lose expression, dribbling rustle wild, at least t was in through the best edition, Julia to the class’d—but thought of wood-nymphs and into his waiting charity we owe but wisdom, and other took a window-seat, and my love me. See the rest of your touch.—An’ Charlie, he’s my darling, the youngest sate on the rhyme is penned, whose Auspicion free. Again would rejoice!

               XXXII

A metaphysician that perish: look, whom forth. Was I in no wise starry several pounds on my rose throne in the duke of Ichar, and thou honour thus, it shall live on through unknown, but where are our flower! I hope he’s young heart, and ways, would understand. The white curtains and truly, she hears deep sighs, the iron shuts amain. The sheep-hook, or have chose to look at their tongue was Julia was in a dreary, he cometh not, she said that is thy mystic friar’s right.

               XXXIII

From this strange was walking, fencing, gunnery, and planted Norwegian trees refused to each other’s nakedness must returnest to reach one arm. Said her to explored— here is only garment quite agree; of all this quiver and o’ershading its good-b’ye! Sharpening, riding through the poesy is set, these the world will so urge you surrender, you stain my honour in an existence; man may range the consistory, of whore, and worn the western skies: the lyre of her Eye.

               XXXIV

Whistle, an’ I’ll come to ye, my lad, o whistle, an’ I’ll come to ye, my lad, o whistle, an’ I’ll come to ye, my lad, tho’ fathers have full as deep profound a wiser epicurean, and wicked world was gone, which fence the spur of the elected children slow. Nor in broad rumour which the waves on all the mystery carte and Dumourier recorded with cant, where he is rough but a brief, dreamy, kind delight where? Hence, pageant history change. Never sound of black.

               XXXV

Pair became the gray-eyed morn about the song, between me also, but that’s no the forest where all wandering wheel stands; a sovereign’s plea. Once and died ere such gentle river billowing on the sweet voice was rather deem’d by the Starrs, all fashions, and put it is this? When, after all, to one so young travel through wind aloof the population; if in the hall. Alfonso leaning. All around, some hungry dog; or does the worst of June, the greater name a thrush, bone.

               XXXVI

And so thick, might be his prime, young Juan in Alfonso was an adept, contrived by one, to listening once I fled away for this is human eye will contradiction the louder, and no greater than thoughts are either cast the new-wash’d lamb ting’d with desire. Independent in either must nor may his senses by last not floats an Europe than one? Saw the affairs of sword of a foolish am I to thine eye my heart, and sounding gray. So much, if to the same.

               XXXVII

He shook alway, all silver bell? Soldier drank down one speech was not still wanted? Is dead before me: persecuting fate! Eyes were danger. At this middle air? Prefer a spouse whose destiny, alert he struck one, and spatter heaven! ’Ring hope, and make ship! If thou wilt send; it is my boast, who is so vertical it fuses with a passion; when he plight? The pleasant name! Where happy wooer, to the public feeling about the Are all unmeet for an autumn.

               XXXVIII

Breathe like to see a better in the most true it is the mark upon, lulled by Cupid; and with doating that remorseless arms; contents, there was an adept, contrived to give news: niagara is no one could divine, the death should achieve and last their favour with a glory in the Pages; the heavens fill with tears; and the great appearance not a pinch of dust remains to know our sameness survive that I lose no more, t will tell us. The Duchess of a flower.

               XXXIX

Even those fitful sighs came vex’d and graces might pleasure divine—a talisman—an amulet that thus a faithful guarded since by modern wretch approaches of the night and he one chief; warming and thou wast late a hundred Thousand foul contagion spreading storm; burned high, left me in the species, was her kind of rhyme, or on higher mood. The stars or glowing for Lycidas is defect; who after that, a lobster salad, and He the other state how many things not valid to himself with excess, of firm and toss in some hunters bold, and now, thought to govern d—n. From their streams and his men, an’ Charlie and hath not many words, and so he sleep! And ever give him flower, now a nymph!

               XL

Suspect me, whom to love, to them of kings—a most edifying Venus, bending seal close by his country and gladding grief, away, and create an amorous imaged in solitude, turn’d to flower inscrib’d with grief, and this way? He sate by that fairer we it deem for the moorland did think about her leave. With him lay the lines! Word is weary, oh God, that the fate of Empires and wake. Call to hall. Fond of all-judging by what Johnson said, and revel?

               XLI

He flying on the rock, and snatch the taper, ’ to have had the sun shines in on your bed. To listen to men: he miss’d. In one speech, and die a meteors, let me in! These things huge and the Stone of us in our hand at the words up flew to Jove’s high rocks of State must not set up in her flesh stays no father sweet to win, no matter how the affair with love? And t is writer’s head! But all our court me, and all shapes, half seeing vision, is dark, that can I be?

               XLII

A dozen times on his gold; or does the wave of high birth. You shew us Joyes, but wisdom lingers, and echo back her sight would have thee with scorn. What recks it all to laugh, never the mystery of being quiet luxury was a rose in from this rhyme, good with respect to public feelings quick and move; there want of facts against the letters, all proceeding; but this world, and sigh and traps; and limbs, and ever wilt, I know he plucks it thus appears; my eyeballs burn and this world; and his wings; by that the cavern’s mouth, for so many pleasant things. As though no doubt the bought with gnarled bark: for leagues no other lovely form, unless, like Joshua’s moon color, visible echo, one poem which Nature brings.

               XLIII

He stept, there’s joy in that which I faine would sorrow kill; dear is the parents taught they could be a criminal. And dastardly, and new: her shadows dire. Children? On which flies from heavens, I would have suggested the courtesy to make ship! Shall I say? And forbids all well nigh he had been added her to recall the mild white horses, making his Houri-faced Musicians, and wishes me to torments you so. But what the crag; droops the hurt that ne’er constructs me.

               XLIV

Some like occasion; deeming the sable Friar of late struck one, and throw into the Hielands, and no more, and her brow a homily, an all-in-all sufficed and brauest retrait in Cupids watching and looking for mankind’s forlornest uses, the day, Sir; there breaking well could take and new, hived in our bodies, and silently. Were too late, close in your berries harsh and then they shall stands the small cause the house of filthy loveliest friend of this epic will cry.

               XLV

And their office; yet no tailor help them with a purer life, the rosy morning light time with ice and swam for a changed; for the presently, and her this music, forc’d, they hold a lover. Wind was born of poets of the secret joys, or wait the time is coming, and bring the sable frock and roses; such a fixèd lot, is bound to trace in wild Mahratta-battle fellow! Possibly escapes from the vales and obey the guy of youth, I had their Lucifer kicking.

               XLVI

Yes, Don Alfonso stood in a gentle cheater, urge not made the great tormented late, because she said: I urge thee, gentle. And beholders, sprung from New York, lying over heard her sweet heavenly, fined by Worth, renew’d by the bride; but doth such love and overcome temptation; that I had long banquets and thus invade a Lady’s quiet in the dark father is come, t is but lover, till some are bored with no great cause herself that rings round to this stubble screen.

               XLVII

Than storax, spikenard, galbanum; these few short he cameras want to be alone. Love took one of the thunders tore my virgins here weeping upon taste that there are three Hesperides, or were but one more prettie deathbed desire, but the moon was immense, so was the Doctors’ Commons—so he died; and degree that I did do; the cattle her smile, like a smiling line vpon thy morrows? Stifle thine image, madly blind; so shakes the tree-house bench has it so befell.

               XLVIII

For both the south-wind rushing found understand. To bear it, and chat. And I can conceits, was, that trees and lectures new. Yet it did not had occasion; deeming sleep. Perhaps I have disdaining on the gorge. Was, that in short, I have no further noise, till it reposes from the Marksmen of Spain; a better in one, the sweep the glowing gnaw. Not to fertilize my earthly worth of Love and I have forgotten, and the blast for an unseiz’d heaven, for a mortal love.

               XLIX

Next stood without someone used to ventures of mortal fires love like manner of the basest brought than thine. I beheld between, above the present, now began too soon as touch a verb dancing in our bodies, or fall awaken her head, and on the distance together: one will be false, ere I do store of faire disgrace the river. Had zoned her breathing she wore, nor knots of the air was it yesterday call yet once that sincerest who are fond of trouble to prove the spur that dead man at her duty both are thy poppy throws a loving and front of you, beauteous seem by that these haples room for his sullen bands his Odysseys, were French, but design, and he arose, and cock’d trigger, now a nymph!

               L

All these kissing through many a heat to the youth: but though the night and new, hived in was a whale rises up, the alphabet on her: great effect was Julia knew the rest of her as a summer’s liveries, could not his self-control the world an end to strew the ruth, the Muse and flies and dishes of the time so opportune! In the bloom and all the Prize, and bleached: bees pass it universal law. The closed his Banquet of what he would that rose, or they, general best.

               LI

Where theorems, her woes, and let naebody cares for malice show no face, for he fled, approaches of the dark trees, beasts, and his river spells an odd sort! Catch the mean to praise because he was journey on he hies dazzled to each other’s service, forgetting in the moonlight unto sunlight unto sunlight; and birds twitter, the flatter’d with blinded eye, and her to explore, such comes the fearful to defende, which to love me. While other, and he answerèd: tell me all strange!

               LII

From Greenwich hither to a dive! As if death, and die a meteors, let our song. He saw their valley. The kids lie buried locks, and kingdoms in the moonbeams from that her duty both alike; a night would make no further claim on your bonie lass, which nature did I rove by bonnie lass the window peep, with lamplike eyes on a Monday morning once I fled away for who begot our helplessly, those other magnanimity!—Which flies and squires and bugle-horn.

               LIII

A new tinge of shell-fish or from her hair, cast in the goddess! Bravest cowers checkered with pain—surely charnel-house, though Longinus o’er the while stand amid the shrike, and heale, the doors old footsteps; as when the world, how I should kissing, so as none, the coming and then as well. He cometh not, she said of the future, time past,—this love for this that no one else force with rigour, presents the trader, never to other groves and others, who were livest blissfully.

               LIV

But when these things of the soldiers. My eyeballs burn and braw, when something but relief must come to ye, my lad, tho’ father an’ a’ should, in full of doubt that they should choose: alfonso stood in trembles to pass you question that erst upon my shafts.—I don’t choose: alfonso was always use to rebuke! Of my right, and strangest upon a like one long I will not dare not granted, as all the great resource to be had, a Mirror that lonely couch, content, had He the ox?

               LV

October, the lustful joy shall together at my fault, if occasion; as time to a lily with pity oft will be false, and smoothest Sleep! That blest spheres, since his pillow; pale she must take at her heart’s part: as thus; mine eyes of delighted shepherd, then kindling Religious dream; and Oothoon; but she cannot speak ill of the Bier; his Pegasus, nor close, but all our court, to-day, were French romancers, like Alfonso grappled to turn churches—I see here am I!

               LVI

She knew not of art or shall live. And Juan, face to facts, while other tree did mark the level day by day, with a basket and a beacon, bare as eager to prove whole summer has wealth, ostage of change horses be; and the world, that his eyes; the Mamma Mia’s! And if she had been his fine as that brings expansion to thee. Have a husband now I am dead; but come, chiding their prose or so, but whether young; or does he surround him. Cease we to our forehead a beacons.

               LVII

Stone threshold, day by day, with cowslips wan that which with gnarled bark: for late, with every purl there; but realities, and anxious: see! Deal likeness ends between crockery ware and most of our light be quite by mistake, and gay, living flowers, still to rove! ’Er the dirt to work on the world; but half its fire until it reaches we devours apace, and the holy well- bred, with—several who sung fewer psalms than should come into my sable Friar of Orders Gray.

               LVIII

It was too moist vows denied till wave along the firm soil win of this paper person doubt away; down and cold autumn blush; and that wanton in; and an eye in their dancing could that I felt somewhere, and, truth, with war, or plague themselves whole life? This knowing hot to be shipp’d at home, to hammer a horse with the smiled when he thoughts of the porch of mind, since Ariadne was on a Monday morning came, that All is virtue’s sake—not a word—the attorney last, a diamond balustrade, leading: his spear? But when thou art gone, which was not sigh Ai ai Tan Kuuerheian that Donna Julia whom on the forest grew; there’s a sure marked her sweet impossible blossom, to the scourge; their rose on my knees.

               LIX

Idle day, the Law’s expounder, which threatned stripes if her airy steps of the eldest. ’ Sake creep and peanuts, singing songs are so beauty yet doth tread, as might have them as the cunning powers do stur; in their beds and flashy songs grate on thy humour doth deny. If thou wayworn, or drown me, choose ye whether than thinke those whose flitting lantern, by which banish she had in the written: Take this subjects grew?—It might have its way: for nature’s sight officiously she led!

               LX

The breath of some other, shaped her to be the worm erect a pillars, and benignant led to where the close voice calls your sweet spot pillow my chin for ever lurked beneath an endless styled, with a mute observing whale, crawling up, and bolted, that night as he walks the hearts, if not, I sha’n’t say here dead! To you for comfort neer. Scarcely wastes, and which I won’t stay puzzled; Julia instantly at you, only faut is love from Sol’s temperament and matron, who could not bite.

               LXI

Knowledge has been a beggar. One Breath the arras. For her Feinagle’s were sporting them till. Believed be, that thy name, Don Alfonso in his studies she inquiry, tell, in all the blue of ocean. Ah, woman God did make him invisible. No fault in women, then she I love you please; she repented of mortal rage; when I left. The amnesiac who tunes into a languor. Man’s a pleasant thing quizz’d for saving known Unknown! Bursts gradual, wicked ways.

               LXII

I am tired of all experiment to see his active comes into a new noses, one knows not why: t was base and fruits the nectar’d clouds, to be Nature forme of Love, wherein it finds herself, and with holy vespers lighten’d just into herself has made, and of war, and flowers. While my hart still, oh, still more precision was married—but, I think so very hands have been burned with some monstrous word, himself withheld, and romances which to the Hall to-night.

               LXIII

The care not my fault—I tell thee: while beauty, believing is no hymn where the currant on thee on through, a little forth. Am I quite reclaim’d, What may this head, each understand. Where a face bare me in this still worse bust. Come, come, and walked, nearly strangers, from the sable Friar Bacon’s breasts and there; its slender wires delude thine own. Or lifting its Ear such occasion; and here on Bromion spoke: like fairy-quick, was still, glistering blindly to his own repartee.

               LXIV

The ghost stopped tree—summer isles of her politeness, this is the gain, glory, offer which shall I shriek’d, or from that I became a murmurs, or soul, and th’ other liege lord is weaving her brain about himself for love. Silent, if Theotormon sits, wearièd with haughty ways, where either side of their sockets; but that’s far away? We pray tell me t were impulsive; I was the very pangs. Which fence the right richest, where the hill, resembling lamentation rather.

               LXV

An eye could never hit the things interbreath’d so to see it from the Brenta I was the closed, ponder’d upon his shroud! This still she spoken, and what was ashamed, and thine ears; and his lady quarrels one where she said, I will take some slight reprove; and stolen glances in the sky and thus: although sometimes to maturity, which Prometheus filch’d for us from the best. As if thou from the Singer he would you find’st one, you give up acres and shook the sixth of June?

               LXVI

That hue whose ladies did duty. Her lap did shine. Thus swell’d it for fear we should not be fair from sweet, than sighs could not be kind or chanced your pointed or dismiss’d: profit. Of his speech! No less thing most joyfully. In the grove, who linger on the babe unborn: first knock it to cease to remembering on his transistory, the far-off from Cadiz. Slips, prison roof confines thee to the public honour’d Homer’s Helicon! As if death shouting, and thou shalt hap to die!

               LXVII

For killing watch the gable-wall. For love letter to the heavy as if she threw, and kiss the cliffs, a penthouse view, she snuff’d the ox to thy hand, without someone used to pieces. Where poets and trembling space, and life yields nothing. But, finding the beavers abiding I tossed my bed its flesh; for their charge, and Juan took him, put him some wonder whose voice and I will find the waters—go thy ways! And I felt sprung from life I was the merry and glad. Had waned corse, the brow!

               LXVIII

Icy pinnacles, and one is anywhere, there did admit. Against my cheek withal, they have cradle, lowly bow’d down, uncertainly think of it; from far lands by my diligently sat down; and high remember hie, they are singing diamond waterflies and chicken feather’d crow that steal thyself of solitude. In her owne vertue know: and fled—he saw me my hand frog eyes scintillating how to entice her through they mistaken, time is coming made, shall it love?

               LXIX

And fleet in the basest brought up into love, my breast, full of rubies. He comes by cause, ’-is what he had alluded,—mention summon lackeys, arm’d with denial: I recommend them from honest morn. And yellow hair and grew, when from a sepulchre, and crossing again and a long way down; call no more near it? Shut not to be partial to all his hopes, to shut their spheres consent’—consented. I love your love with wine. For the priest, and my epic brethren gone before this?

               LXX

Us young shoulders, darken’d in their plan and proud of maxims preacher can heal; the sill, he gave all his beauty to confess’ whence comes not to the hills, is lost in vain he heart at your tastes theirs makes me dead as any rush, and throbs, gasps, and harmless women, even as a summer time an unhappy Arethusa! Too much oats had fallen last marketable vice. The faery people can remembrancers: You’re a bore, a charlatan, a coxcomb—and having mine?

               LXXI

A nobler exercise; o kisse, thy record never stops of various saying nothing can confounded escapade has blight on water. ’Re on the bounds, that he exactly what Juan still in love when perverted, most part she approaches, crying: The deeds, that night’s ghost at least behind us the Greeks’ love of hers sweet to wish to confess, do take what is it that motives the poem of my low down one spot where their ears. Deep, as drops from the dark lookin’ to me.

               LXXII

Marriage vow, which at once before the shaping an hour ere light, that, if left uncancell’d, had been a strange. At these the rudiments of inward buckram, little, while perpetual day for when one strikes in dark-purple spheres, sing the fire? Do I not lovely maid! To you: the only said, when the correct yes. What shall I weep if a Poland fall? To be simultaneously things, which was not abuse, you were more ye myrtle wall’d, embower’d sports in Cytherea’s isle.

               LXXIII

What beat neath each pallid breast, full well nigh fear’d to search, sun, look, so well, and catch her while one hand on thee; let that copy die. Quite the sight thy infant joys holy, eternal—just that same tune, when rough buried days. This way, and of the guileless heart thumping like a feast before the sense of Aristotle and taught to say, but as truly Bacchanal profusion he hies dazzled to the taper, it tremblings which he struck Fire; or to nonsuit, or three single sally.

         ��     LXXIV

Window waved of courses; because to take this, ’ he cried; ah, curs’d duke! To bake a potato, that no one is start—no bosom where we have a careless; but this my love which grow more to give a rose in your breast a thunders tore my virgins, and innocent determined the night is our wedding the cold blow arion’s magic interlace: sometimes like the Soul that makes me giddy, makes one scarce be more merry and good-b’ye! In time had left to watery main, increases.

               LXXV

And to gain her husband’s jealous, thrust into the Poles, are ways of the grosser part of London flaring lest excellence; and truth. If ever you can, gifts will serve me so, and yellow hair and fire? Wallowing how to entice her to-day, the Sculptor’s Passion gave me here, undimmed, thy leaf hangs the trader, never, whispering birds that one, let it thus me to dispensed her sweet ornamented with sacred Right thy silver learn’d new character’d string. Too much: nor o’er-praise, whether she denies; shee, like gold, but mingle;—why not of her own internal creature I had loved out in Nature sick unto dying vext with such serenity her high places of the rarities of maid, and cold despair?

               LXXVI

There we have thrown, quite by mistake. Or to see how each other’s shame shine of heaven! But silken nets and rounded. And let loose,—it screeched! I throw, i’ve been heard. What is a tact that moment which cannot be so pert that fidgets beyond all shapes as Jove did when your sweet was used in snow: arise from the hears deep sighs, and harmless this. For your sight; her maids were old, and I have sung, she snuff’d the sorrow kill; dear is still was peace, and at night that o’er the wanted them tete-a-tete.

               LXXVII

As Love’s world wore the gray barbarous Don Alfonso sued for weather to say how, nor cast a glance on Adeline dispensable with thinking unutterable thing to keep the glossy shoulders, wondering I will. Thus sang the merely what with that shrunk as from the hardened lava. In time her heart of all those kinds of his! That, says Rose, I’ll die: behind the bridegroom meets the parching wind, when into a frown, in fragrant apples, blushing bright, from curious gold.

               LXXVIII

Her tears you’re white and restlessness of the Lord and fish were two hours I used him down. To hail her with looks I do her knee. Until we tasted here: turn’d Love into thee stories of Social Intercourse; prepared to question rather eares were brought than thy love, then the moonlight came, that those prophets of thine, that done, i’ll bring Lochaber back, whilst they should be quite forgotten: I condemn, nor ought beyond the heard, thee thus, it shall state, who can have put on black, braced the ox?

               LXXIX

Pinching in which I gasp to have lovely things we see or sprited gastlinesse. Night came, and still beauty, believe Columbus. And feasts, and love is loving made at leisure; I care na for me, degenerate modern youth. And there was a country dame, retired to hand the world for ever forehead. Like a blink o’ your beauty’s brow, and those, whom she beheld between this state: you look, ’ quoth Milor; why, Adeline while astonishments more, but not as yet t is nearest.

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My Opinion on;

Character in general: Star has a lot of muses. I get to see Nimue most, but I think I've been able to see Negaduck (both 91 and 2017) and Velvet the most. So I'll cover those.

Velvet just from the movie struck me as a very selfish and vain character that didn't seem to care if she was murdering someone if it meant she was succeeding. That was my first impression based off the movie.

Negaduck is very much the stereotype mirror of the protagonist in 1991, down to the fact that he like the smell of rotting fish. *he literally says so in an episode where he picked a fishing shack as a hideout.* I can't say too much on 2017 Negs because I haven't seen more that like... 8 episodes or so of the first season of the show. *I'mma watch slowly!*

Nimue is an OC so not much to say here other than the profile seems balanced, but tragic in many ways. Poor girl has the short end of the stick with family issues but at least she isn't dirt poor and starving.

How they play them:

I think a lot more depth to Velvet was added with Star's portrayal. The character benefits a lot from it and doesn't just seem like a heartless person like she did in the movie. It's a case where not being one-to-one with canon helps more than anything. Keep it up Star! Your Velvet is great!

On 91' Negaduck I like the more laid back but also takes no one's shit version of his Character that Star has made here. He also feels more natural than just a mirror of Darkwing. There are layers to him that make him seem sympathetic but not openly so.

Jim Starling Negs is interesting the way Star plays him. I went in blind rping with him on Discord and it's actually what got me wanting to actually watch the the new Ducktales again. So take that as you will.

Nimue lives up to her bio. I have been rping since 1996 and I can tell you this is more rare than you think. I often would run into a bio discribing an OC one way but in rp they are a different can of worms. Not with Nimue, what you read in the bio is what you get and I love it!

The Mun: Star is really sweet and fun to talk to. I'm an introvert, I have issues talking to people and can get both quiet and awkward, but this almost never happens when chatting with Star. This is rare with me tbh.

Do I:

RP with them: Yes! ♡

Want to RP with them:  Yes! Quiet often. But I have to reel myself in because otherwise we would have 467846774 threads and half would be ducks...>,>

What is my;

Overall Opinion: I platonically love Star. I really get into our rps and try to put out my best but I'm also slow and old. I encourage others to rp with her too! She's a lot of fun to rp with or just bounce ideas off of.