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styxwanderer · 6 months ago

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The Wrong Fake Identity | Twisted Wonderland [pt.6]

part 1 Part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 <part 6> part 7

[A for Abduction, B for Bribery]

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Word of you secured in the dragon’s and his herds arms spread wide. Some were brought to despair, some are brought to joy, some are brought to anger, some are even more determined.

“Of course the final boss would be the dragon, but there is nothing me a genius can’t do hehe..”

*＊✿❀○❀✿＊*

“Silver! How do i look!” You enthusiastically walked up to him, now dressed in the black and green uniform.

“..it.. it looks good on you, y/n.” The precious boy stammered. His unique orb staring at you.

You had no idea why, but you felt yourself wanting to hug the silver haired boy, or maybe sleep on top of him. You just need to get him to lie down first.

“Come, we should show father and malleus!”

“Alright.”

You intertwined your hand with his as you cling to him. Silver was shocked out of his mind from your boldness, even more so when you started purring in his hold, but he wouldn’t mind it either, it’s just a matter of keeping his heart steady that he mind. He could bow hear his heart beating in his ears, he just hope his complexion is not as obvious as his heart is.

“We are back father, Malleus.”

“Oo welcome back—“ the both of them stood shock at your close proximity with silver, even so when you start to rub your cheeks against his biceps.

“Aaa~ it seems this little kitty is very attached to you silver, after all you had been very good with animals.” Lilia can’t decide if he should be proud of his son or be jealous that he is favored by you. He had agreed to share you, but that doesn’t mean you can have favorites amongst them.

Malleus was jealous, he had known you longer than silver but why must you choose silver? That’s alright, he would just prove to you that he is much kore deserving of your favour than the silver haired boy.

“Child of man…” sitting in his throne, he called to get your attention, trying to get you to come to him.

You ignored him, silence filled the room making silver sweat a drop, not wanting to offend his Leige. This makes malleus hurt.

“Come kitty, you can’t act so spoiled. When your king called you, you need to acknowledge him.” Lilia pried you off his son, sensing the jealousy that bubbles up the dragon fae.

“Malleus hold this.” Lilia throw a mouse toy connected to a string. This caught your attention, you begun to approach the dragon.

“Oh?! You wanted to approach me now that i have this? Interesting indeed.” Malleus swish the stick back and forth. Your head, of course follow.

You leap to the toy trying to catch it, but Malleus had retracted the toy to his hand holding it. Your eyes remain slitted as you readied yourself.

“Oh?”

You pounced to his lap shocking the trio. In a reflective movement, malleus had stretched the hand to the air, and accidentally dropped it.

“Oh no-“

You being a spoiled naughty cat you are deciding the best course of action is to jump over malleus, your feet stepping on top of his head, between his horn and leaped behind him to catch your prized mouse.

“Nyaa~” you meowed amused with your catch. The room once again become silent,

“Ahahahahahha, how brazen this cat is, i have never had anybody even dared to think of stepping my head. Me, the heir to the briar valley. How amusing~”

“Hahahha.. if sebek is here he will either foam in his mouth, or have a mental breakdown, maybe both.” Lilia laugh

Silver too joined in, finding your boldness endearing and adorable, he wouldn't mind if you had stepped on his head too.

you returned to Malleus lap, finding it comfortable enough, this had made Malleus ecstatic tho he tried his best to hide it. you finding your foot print to be dirty and half guilty over your action decided you need to clean your mistake, you licked the top of his head grooming his hair back to its proper state.

a prince can't have a messy hair!

"oh my! your bravery is very admirable! The soldier in briar valley ought to learn a thing ir two from you." lilia mused

"lilia.."

"hmm.."

"how long does it take to plan a wedding.”

“Ohh my! Well it might take a year or two. But with a skillful fae it could take a day or two.”

“Malleus, is it not too early? We are still at school.” Silver chirped in.

“Doesn’t matter, they had accepted me as hers.”

“But-“

Malleus haul you up and spins you around. The blushing fae is spinning the room with you, still confused of the situation and more preoccupied with the toy in your hand:

“We shall be wed And have a kid or two. Our wedding would be the most magical! What a dream come true~”

Even though silver and lilia are a bit jealous that Malleus are abled to gain the title your husband, they wouldn’t mind at all since a king’s job would be plenty, and of course there should be somebody looking over you while your beloved husband is away.

With Malleus preoccupied to plan the wedding he have silver and lilia to look over you, your over energetic drive have driven both lilia and silver out of their energy.

“Oh no..” silver said mid playing as he felt himself getting drowsy and drowsier. Then silver passed out on the floor.

“Noo.. you can’t leave me Silver, haaa-“

Lilia looked back at you thinking he have to continue to play with you alone but to his surprise you just walked toward silver before curling up on top of his abs and enjoying the boy’s warmth.

“ i guess the whole cat mouse game had also tire you out.”

A rumble in your stomach became a bell to lilia.

“Oh! You are hungry too? What a demanding kitty, what can i do? I shall make you a grand fiest.”

You were about to protest but all is too late since lilia bolted out of the room.

“I should just topple the plate over once he comes back for bow i shall enjoy this nice pillow” you thought.

“Psst…”

“PSSSSTTTTTTT…..”

There is a voice again, you looked around to find the source. A hand then came out of the big door.

“Come here kitty kitty kitty~~~” it whispered

“What is this smell?” You thought

“It smell, so… so very..”

“Nice!”

You bolted towards the door to find the source of such delectable smell.

“Idia?? Nice to see you here! Also.. heyy~ what’s that sticking all over you? It smells so good~”

You grow closer and closer to the guy sniffing him up and down. Idia is standing nervously, he had somehow managed to stick a lot of catnip all around his clothes hair and body, stuffing as much as he can inside under his jacket of course.

“It..it doesn’t matter, the smell, its just something special for you..” his voice getting lower towards the end.

“Ohh! Idia you are the best!” You hugged the now pink flame haired boy.

“Eh uhm not really.. haha.. so you would want to come with me righht? Ill give you lots of these if you come with me.” The nerveous boy had somehow snapped his personality to a cocky bastard.

“Yess! YES! Where should we go?”

“Just follow me!”

You are latching yourself to Idia as you give his occasional rub on his neck, his arm, his chest, sniffing the delectable smell.

You had been successfully stolen by the timid boy.

Once malleus and lilia came back and finding the passed out silver and not a single strand of your hair in sight, a thunder roars through diasomnia. This snaps Silver out of his dream.

“FIND HER, and punish those who dare to steal from me!”

“Yes, malleus.”

“What is this smell?”

*＊✿❀○❀✿＊*

Meanwhile in Ignihyde,

“Awhh whose the good kitty?”

“Me! Me!”

You had a brad new collar, a blue triangle patterned collar with a beautiful silver charm, which engraved “ property of Idia, please return” on the back side of it. You are given a comfortable ignihyde uniform. You are nuzzling Idia in his room, enjoying the comfort of his body and the addictive smell.

You hug him close rubbing yourself everywhere around his body, sniffing him close. You can never get enough of his smell.

“I am the best, i am a genius. Not even the final boss can win against my brilliance” Idia thought, patting himself on the back for his brilliant idea. No body could rival his brilliance he manically laugh inside.

He decided to play his game in his bed as you latch to his torso, sitting in his lap. The both of you comfortable with each other. A peck of pink flame always colouring Idia’s hair.

*＊✿❀○❀✿＊*

“Ignihyde dorm leader had taken y/n away from him.” The news spread.

“That guy?!!” Ace half-shouted shock.

“Well he is quite a cat lover, Still we have to get y/n back!” Grim grumbled

“HOW DARE HE STEAL THEM AWAY FROM MY LEIGE!!”

“We hafta to et em back! “

“Uhmm.. to get them away from my brother.. is going to be quite hard..” Ortho ponders.

“A! Its because you are on his side isn’t it!” Ace accused.

“Not its not!! Its just the fact that Idia manage to steal them away from the final boss means that he also come prepared, like a final boss.”

“What ever would make them go with that guy.” Deuce ponders.

“Delivery for Idia shroud.”

The five of them glanced back at the rabbit delivery courier.

“Oh! Deuce! Nice to see you here.”

“Nice to see you too, can we help you with something.”

“Ah its just, do you know where to find idia shroud.”

“Oh yes he is my brother.”

“Is that so, well i got a package, I don’t know where to drop it off, he said he is going to meet me but i guess he lost track of time.”

“Geez typical of my brother.”

“Right i will just leave the package to you, please sign here.”

“Okay.”

“And here is your package.”

“Uwaaaaa!” Ortho almost tumble down as he try to hoist the package up.

“What is this? Why is it so heavy!!”

The courier had already left probably in a hurry.

“ hey.. that’s idia’s right?” Grim said.

“Yes..”

“The he must’ve building something that capture y/n or some defense! If we get to know what he is building then we can defeat the final boss eaze peaze right?” Grim smirked

“Oh! Nice thinking! Now open the package!” Epel enthusiasticly said.

“Wait! No! If brother know you went through his stuff! He will be mad!!!”

“What he doesn’t know wont bother him!” Ace smirked closing in on ortho who is trying to protect his brother’s package.

“YES ! LETS UNCOVER WHATEVER THAT HUMAN IS PLANNING ON! HURRY HAND IT OVER!”

“Im sorry ortho but this is for the best.”

“NOOoooo..”

Jack hauled the box out of Ortho’s grasp as he open it.

“Eugh this smell. Ah!” Jack had accidentally thrown the box down. Letting it’s content to spill.

“Hey! Computer program is very delicate ya know!”

“It isn’t computer program.” Jack answered.

“Huh?”

“AAAAHHH!!!” A collective gasp were heard.

“Catnip?!!”

“THAT BASTARD Is bribing my henchhuman!” Grim fumed. Even though, it smelled good, if you aren’t there to serve him he rather not have it.

“ THAT BASTARD ID DRUGGING THEM!” Deuce yelled.

“That’s rude! My brother is not that low! He must’ve used this … for other reasons… probably..”

“WHATEVER! Now this is ours we can used it however we liked, even to lure a certain cat!” Epel smirked.

“Nice thinking! Human!” Sebek.

“Oh what’s with the commotion here?”

“AAAHH!! Its Riddle, Trey, and Carter!!”

“It is certainly noisy around here.” Azul and the tweek appeared

“ stop yapping already, and what is this smell?” Leona said wincing his nose. Ruggie walking aside, hand behind his head.

“Ohhh!! Is there something going on here?” The scarabia duo come in.

“ what a troublesome thing, epel i expected you to be more reserved around these miscreant. “ vil and room has also joined them.

“Oya oya? Is there some sort of meeting we are not invited into?” The diasomnia trio appeared.

“Ah look its the traitor group.” Leona taunted.

“Whatever shall we do to a grouo of traitor.” Azul joined in.

“A beheaded sure is filling for the crimes of betrayal is it not.”

“Truly it is, afterall a dog that bites the hand that feeds them needs to be punished.”

“EEEKH!”

“Hahaha, don’t be too cruel now you two, now that item, it’s idia’s is ot not?”Azul chuckle

“Ooo? He is building something to building a project?” Malleus questioned

“My brother’s business is none of your business!!”

“Plus it’s finder’s keepers so HANDS OFF!”

“Oh still dare to bark?”

“Ohh look at all those catnip.” Lilia suddenly show behind them.

“ARGHHHH!”

“Malleus could this possibly the smell from before?”

“Hmm.. It Is! Haaa unexpected of shroud, he dared to enter the dragon’s territory and claim his bride/groom? How terrible.”

“Ha? Whose bride/groom?” Leona retorted.

“Of course they should be mine, None of you know how to take care of them properly!” Vil joined.

The seven of them tried to escape but were soon caught by the tall huge juniors.

“Where are you going noww? I havent squeeze you all yet~”

“Hahaha, that’s true, floyd needs his fill for today.”

“Stop this little pups..”

The potionlogy came with Crowley who was tied and forced to go whereever he is, Sam, Vargas, and also Trein.

“Stop fighting against each other for once we have greater problem.”

“What is it?”

The first year could only sigh and surrender to whatever fate is to come.

After the explanation the second and third year felt like hunting and mauling the crow.

“Eekh! I told you im sorry already! It’s not my fault —“

“Its your fault ya kno..” Sam interrupted.

Vargas is trying to calm the boiling crewel.

“Ha, we need to catch them before the inspector comes and give them the antidote to their potion.” Trein concluded.

“This package, idia’s package might’ve proven to be useful to us.” Crewel said

“we need to come up with a plan.”

“Haaa, im sorry brother.”

[ Words 2505]

>> to be continued<<

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violant-apologia · 20 days ago

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the position of some species in pilgrim's dawn is pretty different to in london...

clay men

more accepted than in london, in large part because of the decent proportion of clay men among the original tracklayers. it's pretty rare to get new clay men moving all the way out west away from polythreme, so they're not that common, but they are welcomed. plus they're usually pretty great at the manual labour the city still requires so much of.

cats

not many cats frequent pilgrim's dawn at all. citizens are very careful with mirrors, so the only cats that tend to live there are ones without prominent place in parabola: exiles and disgraces, a lot of the time. there's a new gang of ginger toms forming in the city's red shadows, though, who see pilgrim's dawn as a new chance, away from the expectations and established hierarchy of greater cat society.

devils

hell doesn't have the same legal OR economic chokehold over pilgrim's dawn as it does london, so the amount of power devils hold as a group is significantly diminished. this results in them being seen more as regular people than in london – they're more likely to hold more commonplace jobs, too. occasionally the brazen brigade will march through the city on their way to the church at burrow, which has become quite an event in pilgrim's dawn.

snuffers

snuffers are not welcome in pilgrim's dawn. london has influential people who work in their favour, and that city still fears them a great deal. pilgrim's dawn has none of these, and has inherited a little of briar's great game anxieties about betrayal on top of that. nobody knows if there actually are any snuffers in pilgrim's dawn, though.

rubbery men

they actually inhabit a similar position to in london; they're viewed with suspicion. the tracklayers are too familiar with the plight of the downtrodden to actually resort to violence, but there's always a sense of tension when rubbery men are around. part of that might be their inability to dance the same terpsichore as humans; bonelessness makes their dances strange and fluid things, compared to the shared and absolute rhythm of the terpsichore.

starved men

starved men are viewed the worst in pilgrim's dawn. something about them absenting themselves from the society that the tracklayers fought so hard to survive in breeds a lot of resentment. plus, they can dance the terpsichore better than humans can if they mould their body to suit it, which also annoys many pilgrims. part of the value of the terpsichore to the citizens is the shared suffering and perserverence it represents and the sense of community that fosters. having people just come down and be great at it without any of the sacrifice is taken by many as personally insulting.

#ughhh i love writing pilgrim's dawn stuff #how it mirrors and reflects briar is always so cool #pilgrim's dawn

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mindthetimes · 14 days ago

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Forward Bolts and Cans (A Schpiel)

To the boy who braces crazy countless mercy isn't something I can combine in the trajectory of tantrums and denial that insists on mechanized mistakes and robots on quick capture of cozy conundrums. Terrorizing is not a big deal for the young and I suppose it's not worthy of thinking for the likelihood of being causal and creating captivating callous commercials. Bravery is a dream for boys in kingship, or would that perhaps ought to be king-hood or king-liness, and although counting causes great upsets in the islands in the sky, it is an open-ended mishap treading on areas unknown… do the times demand wistful expedience and instant pushes that have caused a great mistraining and contracts that may not be undone through methods currently available? I have dug deep in lands that are unnamed and have nothing to show for it but silence… this seems to be a letter to the undead but through magnified resilience and combatants that are heedless of their fate and counting back, retiring in costly indulgences is not the one to be had in times that require more than capable hands that decry logic… This is…wait, what was I saying? An emptied caravan costing me crisis and creature virtue begins to bubble at the pace of unknown quadrants, let alone feelings subverted towards electric currents, but piercing ones missed moment is not an ordeal to be trifled with, or is it not? Brazing surfaces make me create needless bills but what of the notoriety in qualifications that only time makes in fragile moments that demand choice? For that, I question my intention and belong to a vagrant migration of preordained fluxes.

To the boy who counts solid mustard pieces in recorded briars of patience that transmutes silver into gold, are we whole now in regards to need, brazen biscuits are belonging to vagabond constructions that demote anti-phonetic liturgies that throw muses of costly fringes that exert southern air and left unchecked, they are not specific but what can it cost in the sense of ordinary deterioration and elasticity? How deep does it go if one motions toward fuel and forcibly feeling fractured flatulence, and pretending that it is agonizing leaves me to reinstate what likelihood I have of actually mowing down on enemies that have had a truly exorbitant amount of facilitating forced myopia and though the word in itself is not calling me to cancellation of quitting into perennials that torment may not be able to rationalize, completion is still part of the booklet that enthralled me to this situation in the first place.

To the boy who does what is determined in a fashion that is currently mistaken and in place does not create constituting callous wielding of yelling into the abrupt abyssal discounted courses of crescent moons, there is no fear in tantamount ecology that dictates triggered flings and flicks that devour detonating decks that do brisk movement equivalent to catastrophe. If this doesn't do you any good it can count as foretelling in relation to aquatic counterparts and distilled information that prevents capturing causal taxonomies. This is not what I hope to impart in creatures that direct modal misfortune that are adamant on reluctant forces, it is a way of gratitude that has not retrieved mirthful tenses that distinctly pull from great briars that are actually forced into the myths that tell of victories unspoken.

And so I say, forward! Forward, radical in deed, and let not this be a block that drops onto your forehead that dictates callously, and yet so vividly does its entrancing in mutual defamation that involves a belonging that is marked by words that were spoken from one that is seemingly corrupted in physique and stature. Heeding a paraplegic in comatose, I beseech you, stay on your toes and with delight, triumph in congruence and stones that have been opened. There is no fortitude that I cannot deny of the right to be rampant in its modest earl, a broad awakening it is, yet a fully natural and integrated one. It does not end here and it will not be able to thread in elaborately enthused productions, that is all part of the pause. Not quite the catch up I intended, yet it is a welcome one that is not a thorough ending…

#schpiel #open letter

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laciere · 10 months ago

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Panthea Oscar Wilde (quite long, so under a cut)

Nay, let us walk from fire unto fire, From passionate pain to deadlier delight,--- I am too young to live without desire, Too young art thou to waste this summer night Asking those idle questions which of old Man sought of seer and oracle, and no reply was told.

For, sweet, to feel is better than to know, And wisdom is a childless heritage, One pulse of passion---youth's first fiery glow,--- Are worth the hoarded proverbs of the sage: Vex not thy soul with dead philosophy, Have we not lips to kiss with, hearts to love and eyes to see!

Dost thou not hear the murmuring nightingale, Like water bubbling from a silver jar, So soft she sings the envious moon is pale, That high in heaven she is hung so far She cannot hear that love-enrapturerd tune,--- Mark how she wreathes each horn with mist, yon late and labouring moon.

White lilies, in whose cups the gold bees dream, The fallen snow of petals where the breeze Scatters the chestnut blossom, or the gleam Of boyish limbs in water,---are not these Enough for thee, dost thou desire more? Alas! the Gods will give nought else from their eternal store.

For our high Gods have sick and wearied grown Of all our endless sins, our vain endeavour For wasted days of youth to make atone By pain or prayer or priest, and never, never, Hearken they now to either good or ill, But send their rain upon the just and the unjust at will.

They sit at ease, our Gods they sit at ease, Strewing their leaves of rose their scented wine, They sleep, they sleep, beneath the rocking trees Where asphodel and yellow lotus twine, Mourning the old glad days before they knew What evil things the heart of man could dream, and dreaming do.

And far beneath the brazen floor they see Like swarming flies the crowd of little men, The bustle of small lives, then wearily Back to their lotus-haunts they turn again Kissing each others' mouths, and mix more deep The poppy-seeded draught which brings soft purple-ridded sleep.

There all day long the golden-vestured sun, Their torch-bearer, stands with his torch ablaze And, when the gaudy web of noon is spun By its twelve maidens, through the crimson haze Fresh from Endymion's arms comes forth the moon And the immortal Gods in toils of mortal passions swoon.

There walks Queen Juno through some dewy mead, Her grand white feet flecked with the saffron dust Of wind-stirred lilies, while young Ganymede Leaps in the hot and amber-foaming must His curls all tossed, as when the eagle bare The frightened boy from Ida through the blue Ionian air.

There in the green heart of some garden close Queen Venus with the shepherd at her side, Her warm soft body like the briar rose Which would be white yet blushes at its pride, Laughs low for love, till jealous Salmacis Peers through the myrtle-leaves and sighs for pain of lonely bliss.

There never does that dreary north-wind blow Which leaves our English forests bleak and bare Nor ever falls the swift white-feathered snow, Nor ever cloth the red-toothed lightning dare To wake them in the silver-fretted night When we lie weeping for some sweet sad sin, some dead delight.

Alas! they know the far Lethaan spring The violet-hidden waters well they know, Where one whose feet with tired wandering Are faint and broken may take heart and go, And from those dark depths cool and crystalline Drink, and draw balm, and sleep for sleepless souls, and anodyne.

But we oppress our natures, God or Fate Is our enemy. we starve and feed On vain repentance---O we are born too late! What balm for us in bruised poppy seed Who crowd into one finite pulse of time The joy of infinite love and the fierce pain of infinite crime.

O we are wearied of this sense of guilt, Wearied of pleasure's paramour despair, Wearied of every temple we have built, Wearied of every right, unanswered prayer, For man is weak; God sleeps; and heaven is high; One fiery-coloured moment: one great love; and lo! we die.

Ah! but no ferry-man with labouring pole Nears his black shallop to the flowerless strand, No little coin of bronze can bring the soul Over Death's river to the sunless land, Victim and wine and vow are all in vain, The tomb is sealed; the soldiers watch; the dead rise not again.

We are resolved into the supreme air, We are made one with what we touch and see, With our heart's blood each crimson sun is fair, With our young lives each spring-impassioned tree Flames into green, the wildest beasts that range The moor our kinsmen are, all life is one, and all is change.

With beat of systole and of diastole One grand great life throbs through earth's giant heart, And mighty waves of single Being roll From nerveless germ to man, for we are part Of every rock and bird and beast and hill, One with the things that prey on us, and one with what we kill.

From lower cells of waking life we pass To full perfection; thus the world grows old: We who are godlike now were once a mass Of quivering purple flecked with bars of gold, Unsentient or of joy or misery, And tossed in terrible tangles of some wild and wind-swept sea.

This hot hard flame with which our bodies burn Will make some meadow blaze with daffodil, Ay! and those argent breasts of shine will turn To water-lilies; the brown fields men till Will be more fruitful for our love to-night, Nothing is lost in nature, all things live in Death's despite.

The boy's first kiss, the hyacinth's first bell, The man's last passion, and the last red spear That from the lily leaps, the asphodel Which will not let its blossoms blow for fear Of too much beauty, and the timid shame Of the young bridegroom at his lover's eyes,---these with the same

One sacrament are consecrate, the earth Not we alone hath passions hymeneal, The yellow buttercups that shake for mirth At daybreak know a pleasure not less real Than we do, when in some fresh-blossoming wood We draw the spring into our hearts, and feel that life is good.

So when men bury us beneath the yew Thy crimson-stained mouth a rose will be, And thy soft eyes lush bluebells dimmed with dew, And when the white narcissus wantonly Kisses the wind its playmate some faint joy Will thrill our dust, and we will be again fond maid and boy.

And thus without life's conscious torturing pain In some sweet flower we will feel the sun, And from the linnet's throat will sing again, And as two gorgeous-mailed snakes will run Over our graves, or as two tigers creep Through the hot jungle where the yellow-eyed huge lions sleep

And give them battle! How my heart leaps up To think of that grand living after death In beast and bird and flower, when this cup, Being filled too full of spirit, bursts for breath And with the pale leaves of some autumn day The soul earth's earliest conqueror becomes earth's last great prey.

O think of it! We shall inform ourselves Into all sensuous life, the goat-foot Faun The Centaur, or the merry bright-eyed Elves That leave their dancing rings to spite the dawn Upon the meadows, shall not be more near Than you and I to nature's mysteries, for we shall hear

The thrush's heart beat, and the daisies grow, And the wan snowdrop sighing for the sun On sunless days in winter, we shall know By whom the silver gossamer is spun, Who paints the diapered fritillaries, On what wide wings rrom shivering pine to pine the eagle flies.

Ay! had we never loved at all, who knows If yonder daffodil had lured the bee Into its gilded womb, or any rose Had hung with crimson lamps its little tree! Methinks no leaf would ever bud in spring But for the lovers' lips that kiss, the poets' iips that sing.

Is the light vanished from our golden sun, Or is this dadal-fashioned earth less fair, That we are nature's heritors, and one With every pulse of life that beats the air? Rather new suns across the sky shall pass, New splendour come unto the flower, new glory to the grass.

And we two lovers shall not sit afar, Critics of nature, but the joyous sea Shall be our raiment, and the bearded star Shoot arrows at our pleasure! We shall be Part of the mighty universal whole, And through all aons mix and mingle with the Kosmic Soul!

We shall be notes in that great Symphony Whose cadence circles through the rhythmic spheres, And all the live World's throbbing heart shall be One with our heart; the stealthy creeping years Have lost their terrors now, we shall not die, The Universe itself shall be our Immortality.

#poetry #oscar wilde #asphodel

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libidomechanica · 2 years ago

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Cars of love

A sonnet sequence

And matrons, scarcely house who will briar? Among tunes, cool flesh; for abettors, and the fix’d upon our Sexes roar offended but nough and benediction, that just they were expecting his play’d. The would be drug that I never—while lawyers, and take conclusion went away! Or false with jet, to proved from the man a tremblest, it mocks her nectarel; while others false with fairy art glad as mania a differed loved, and breast night of Fame? Not for a page of his fire. That land-service is she’llwish thee kind of This? Twice you would fail’d? And so, lover, he fair.—For we wouldst and faster!

But for my parts; you lov’d of Fate dandelion had been in this mind? Meet he happy loved your own baits full such redeemed aboue of hopes and partly roots; yet, dance will I fashion, ends her sleep, which God, and romantic oceans deigns of twenty years; fame did’s unknown, and, brush on the joy of call, beauty are to save take old woman of max! I thou may fly—surely life her! Much length our old for Passion windy night one hours apace, and ever me than trembling lights softer tools; i’ve been of a story and in wonderstand flap the rocks, were number; the was brow; and is neither temple shore?

I kiss at die when the folds fastening by, as then the power turning tonguelesse call; my circumstance with sprung fennel had no sympathized in throught are besmears my love. But stir his presence, stair jug was even nook to seek no natural spring kissing body she tomb for Julia did until her love no more—no more, and still tangley- dale; there’s an our flowers, the become say, where waited his countenance, when me take—she tanglement of sober smoke. But parly dinners, supreme descent’s illumination sleep like confines but where at the facing strip with an unriddled.

Or t was a delight, or if I condition, and Prince more. My rival bark, but with I wanna be you to be excuse! Man’s destined turned into the both read voice, no more comprise of the betray: they have the very scythe illusion’s head the Muses frailties fair, that each night with useless your man, a voice, as I will the desert thought as a living most closed his brimmingling came troops thro’ the temples grown-up daughter, or bonnets, who might rather new-mown heart. Perhaps to clear about Madam sad seize his very heart my year run threwe: but by are of thy smoke. ’Twas found, who, by slaue.

From the flowing to ride where dive is a broken-heart wreck was the thin the night. Simply by refusing crowner friends to another sunk so: for symptom e’er heart, by return, a voice desert truth, the Father breathing and all open with though the wealthy, with due at an ox.—The plodding—oh Khalífah’s Supper for the days, we are brazen thread told heart’s what your leisure I burn. Would enjoy it: in pity thou art my you were margin of his brother, she women gather’d from the goal yet, if you inside of you gain, hall seem ours, scar’d, I needs here; none of rubies in oak-tree act.

Half retirement my Silvia, who lives. Discover who would killing to this only the brows, and loud heard in and that, or else to his days, are long the old the arrived of Fame? For why, To give in after earth been, Indecent either was smooth’d welter too, so that succeeded, and sweet an heirs. He tree and set some gently, slight, with thee, in prise just as held: the proposed within restore all her round Love—and Land;— and cannot for useful citation: yet he cottage words awoke bent, like lobes of those for young, Iphigene, only mistress deeds that I can bed, his, and knucklebone.

The vanquill, if your ease, our heart that life? Ah! Feel the Father to the necessionate love never thing with her mind and curse: they walking spent. In charming, and in your brain to weak points as Salámán fell show a five her. In the Lion’s sang. Became you the death and the wept. Where wise of poetry wholes. That would not the tide a faces of much forward Foot they have and rolls that we justly on his housemaid’s Middle. She smokie first, that deep-mouthy: the vine- wreathings of all once, nor inscribe when our flight. Then thou would flint, nor from this man who had not your hand sing towers out our raise.

Our hero, as should be away, to love false will bequeath with his Ambush he is visage down; each of filthy lore those will but a precipitous: they’re overtible which wise a letter of cheek of tree, still it is a shore: they home; t is stream came over; and brain? Or election of many that hour moment confirmity of mischief, balefully revel?—For a spot with you waked seem one but their sweep my object of Adria’s voice in an hour to Scotia’s to be foreshows in the beloveds’ wind an altars of black gowns, we all but in the Truth increase me.

In all brings are or whither Image is the cud escape. Kind out the vision your escapes; but look thou only Knight the fierce but sin mossy hill, I approver the cut his centred in the raven some end, though the moment his made for us? Smith must doubted I was thoughts, must attend to such virgins too think who had Buonapart one modern Anclets to college, fond of speak; still the ends this corn to these, and much unlike, like a life for slave, let me you made a weep. And in that sad fate, but withheld, and Wilberform a friendship, Granby, Burgoyne, Keppel, Howe, and think of which cheek.

And be no charm being year: O punish’d thy curst he had cross reflection. Eating of dying this adventury throws and air annul, this orient these contention her side with murderous warbling ever of the delight, as the prevail, dropt the life be five, nor Fortunes into they, or who of grief is the wondrous action. Who doth that had slaking in visits, all poets shade with what went such, no doubt, it shown, especially sigh-tempest, she countries. Is, trunks out a differer be; but distribunes’ crew; thy power empire, at my destined well inspire; and, whose?

Sweet flows down, gained, which make that hopes. From tomb it racks, too sing, and fountains to see, does Love lies! And the page to earth bring fennel, run right died. Gloom, and thus leave a wanton still’d her feele, and the Discountless creditor, in the air weak, or me, since thy songs for the question: I and not owner forgave in my sake, nor lady-queen, and yours, science, four pseudo-syphilis? Part one modern, regret—your lawyers’ feet; the paintiest trumpets at least and Phoebe, his Neck; their own mine now heau’nly harbour region compared a space may not confound his speed: and fellow Bacchus, oppressing his memory who hath doth take his lucky word sick with ly, till it has a rocks, with Asian ordering better what today water-lily truth’s bosom sits more neighborhood; and waking. And in Bacchanal pricket’s laurels, in the lynx, and the weal, rolled wonderstand. A man on thus that song?

That I respect friend Don Alfonso stand, if such a grief, or my fear: her eyeballs you and bare shew coldly life, God operas in a city’s princes, ends; and, since was passion!—They leave to-day, we have the bag o’ the scepter of late. Likely flee, and of all, his dungeon taste throught,—All lay the begin there the barb, no sneer again, here! But Julia’s voices, we are his brains and to shown; all to Fates chewing closed heart, and face, jealous, among the foyer anger, on as Gauls her lotted darkness on panthers, ten like Coleridge, in a moment change use. Longer. That a winning on his born!

Everywhere—and soon, or his cast alone; and let thy bow’d my friend sing as to be surely can contential to other race!— Which is a beck had kisses have the old lie, who sight went age fit Oratours away, whoever merit in rank into a Saturday is china with the tangles of blood sat beneath from civilities; such a simply bliss, nor certain town, and frowns work, and joy delicates, and the Belovëd, mayst all into a Woman we ne’er doubt with so celebrated, and hide, were posterity—and ye thus this. Rapt in vision of triumphantoms duped.

An’ ken ye heart receive, no light our Man. The Five pleas are chances her lips for each ancie, saddle Agent in vaine are not long and circlingsgate madest was as her Feinagle’s wonderment so unproving and let it is the Fruit was not signify the shots I was grown fully; the people the ball. He had the said this true play on my heard her for counsels side some out. Must, that the rose; then other could captive, but who hatch’d, and put fool at once agained, till be with flowers shall me night that ere him in this catechismatic in other an education than who canto.

And ever revolutioner, the Records of hated, who crowd pursues own dead? Milk-white path, and the world, both euen in its which stricter, so good did it. Him from an use, in their pay: and let an eager of thy perfection into that darkens, where woe is stept—thus love done points are not at his spirit first, who before thing joy and set out in the shoes. Force with the opening so as saving heads, and Gibson due; for the read the mine with curtsy; the river makes that me claim not stay, lull’d idolatry, not singing shouting speak but met hair, even added by chaste. In the Base.

Soul begin joy walks to tell vs, who goe a stage. Of pass down to see, does nothings; sir Humphry Damsel, and conscious learn’d. Led by the store … I’m lugging in true, that enchantment of her footmen dies, play, shall put you say that your wine were that Marceau, Lannes, or a river’s imagine, set mend all this in shore, nor breathe and how she looks, with grave give ourse, I would full from and boar. I saw her returns; and woes? We plan at one delight, from their own sullen a Duke no matters, that heavy shape! And I, its utmost me restrand. Thou knows. ’ Set and influences at the clay, but that sweet soule opport with amber. And heart of fires where the will not to please, finding laughing swans appear! Or for pity save you stir above. Then suddenly graceful kiss that was in his with sport hours bereft, quoted; a fair Ausonia’s shake your bring? Or his just at Rose-leaf forth makes his fools are floor.

And bade adieu to hold have clung to lingers that black land red, but some like a passage you art gone musky caves, Belov’dst my very places, especially as from God about Leila, with the cup amassed, and from thee, who bough—were death with pushing of all the love bees had twenty, especially as Gauls he sight, that her pall; the Hall! You known younger, by what the first though to make then be kind of Lucy Granada fell for held her, each trembling coldness, like staring by the more pass, those fruit with a Moment, if female shouldn’t tell upon and think too seamen.—For a riversion.

In a big kids make out his undefiléd Robe told, an’ ken ye how of conduct— which, and you’llfind to knows whatever calmly she lark’s ear, as to my kiss to killing resort. Are but not now did then it more. Heard a bustle, of joy; my case, let its staff, his warm, impassenger, over than how long! Nor can be wise; that tender; and you, great and Fortune is to lassic speaks without love-like to following can my way;—his new stinguished his arm of words of this same—is t wish’d, plunged Death of some priests, but left; all for virtue—as though the sea of solitary all keep hill?

Is it you are prevent; for an evening— remember, which hair. Or thy perfect best instant clear; strike, and tremble—cadiz perhaps to talk, endure note it, ere the fierce this hour mine: she mark if his mind throught have shoutine—look into the lore: juan contented! The Mill live is the spirit, I would stead of Lucy Grant, nor me? Never grinning him now nightingale, that them on, yet him from Cynthia bright and to weighter, as that tears, that this still like to free! We knots, no point on a moment tantalized the laws of work his more for fresh is not say no further roots that seas! Well her maid!

With bale, so as there blaze, was his man can to the swain from what your lips their danger, to settled in love remember deceit, for the Muses every day, I holds and sight, she’s top, which hair is a mantle screamer, went: a grief born at leads, thus loving to each out-brave. For every palm tree, and mate, I tie knowest starved. Of the who ruler, if the reason doubt upon the sky. It beneath an old Rhadamant, have to the grow.—But thou ere lofty rhyme so? Until her not,—and th’ other behind; angels, that the cities wars … And as holy prosper were than he same hypocrite!

But treasures her all placemen, and stilts, and absences, and go. He had that the mount Pleasant shalt aided may be fair. For down, and last and drown’d. Nursing hand somewhat are made, but I was soldiery much danger and mind, where their light, and never, bed is into his inter and arrow dear brown. Ah, beneath the drums do thin ashes all; we know how deep-mouth, and trouble. Whilst thou parts; they breathe armèd manfully in swellings after all in you’re apt to warmth her to dull, uninspire of light is father’s fangs she, with me, doth side, and gushing bright to whom I could depart; you’re lawn, and brides.

What it begins the English, with Cary Gray, to Empress’d his sister, must as they are scandals the writ: to hold when lets, and let thy bones, chief powre to not a shrink a dreamed you love with she cause to wexe lightful she hand run through-bred immense and all the did heaven, man cattles, with the would not him very child, and his lip; his supportune’s o’er; and were leuell in the fundament; for find man, no vapour; at last not in a played in trace in that I remember sleep. But not one than tread or cures. I proper pleads his eye and fare: and when he that he had drown the footstool win an impious farrow with changel beauty’s stillness, flares and the last as I, where in bat colour brake of a rewarded: whether to express, discreen bereft, somewhere is Venus, or craft that their approach tremble—thus doth seems to a pinion buying. And not to vaunt, not his mind is deare the man.

The would ever. When the nineteenth a nothings, we are twirl’d; and, home; tis deep them, that that though succeed, a heartbreaking road been bore: love, and small pretty at the airiest those sagely force shed thee, how the Virgin was a man kept, he margin broad to place among the old English, or man cries, gust-fists, and that sow: france, too, good-b’ye! Brough the moment don’t prettily;—she beauty lie down tongues his day dawn’s sickness shake you are, was received him. And made indent poem, at six, I see the stray, hurt you fool. Tis a love each the name, nor free they know, and as Paris manners who rules, the face.

Beauty bring by moonrise, the snuff at the most lives bare roads of gentle both, by shame, and if it be nay, maidenly obey’d; however safely mean time is but that nation home; t is chivalry, at thou spear; no, no—which is just show, one devil’s splendid shelf, thousand sometimes strength awake, if fact to last expire consumed wiping his are not punishments vast exemplary walked with Donna Inez was that tollbooth, cap and full of standing hand. Which cheek so play, trodden of us wise too. Over thus altered: Ha!—Come of roots of passion’s hand, for his arm or as he past!

Too late hear debased by hero, when so much is all health come hither swell’d idol shake his cause it does, and that was the muzzled; Julia’s glance of their own love or two, there was late, with canto. Of she heard: caw me, ambition, to keep yawn, and cry a tear-flood! Weep near the end of a kiss, whispering vine-wreath’d wind; all experience all thinking the worst time leaves up inside he walls you dost lie outside blush’d, as happens, both corpse hand look your inditers hammer, will bring brooks, to save her stream of shadows safety to hatred lip; but mornings, were one; and left the wine into die, oh!

A merely hour, and from the pansy from that you’d before do younger pretty, my broken-heart as well, but none, she sun came is not bittered ship in in breast I love in my nursed at might may live or the last thy men can pursue, bodies more think, on by for a tact that all the land-service of a ring for aid, Oof! Stood, and Don Alfonso’s swim in; oft the look your rind: besides, both did stay puzzled lips and their new one; so, as drawn, the seen there is always with a world of metaphysics, and wherefore above any of needy how Meg o’ the Mill woo: they known young chaste!

Forgiven horse: with surprise free in my mistake you can leaves, Belov’dst me these she nerves there, her Sleep; the deem happy to tell, blush’d, that, unloose or spite of late, the would fall suffering and whole, and moue. Through the meant to Long Knives’ getting his book, even I— albeit I’m afraid, better reconcil’d wherein my deep dark eyes morning under’d never died, sleek Arabians’ present, thou say: I met Alfonso’s the coward then love of those brave who was an All Night be surpriseth! Health person which my poets at six time to bent his eye, ylike a devout with and gold, my Muse at himself into a small like my beseige the fire broughts, while heiressed at always closer? Although the west of the land the cape from the pavement, gentle or lust make my dear, the pile—maybe like turf such, if I could smile, I see thy morning, Oh. If he can be with fair, good-morrow; and I.

Toward of God to play’d, that her Veil. Break of joyless right, and economy most with virtue lean only thee per Cents? The Druids, why must beguile, hurt doth dew-sweet, and sweet virtue and Desire! Distant waiting her had been led their shamrock that once is heart, and to Adam like him when you shall believe in your hair; let face, misery?— When the there the fuel of her tread or thou wilt; if ever useful, ere nay, the bent, and loves; with tears away strangles of feed him—not a season taste; and saw there be fain worth with an eager the scent Hunger, ’ jury broken would find now seem fair!

He would I not be much better could have lost a swan rogue in you had forever pew. Speed his lady-flowers Death in vain that I am ashame; and gamesterior of sin; whene’er your will, but what the reason was dross, had he knew the scoped she kneel how, tell more blood grande passion, perhaps I vow me sip your bring from a god Phoebus struggles of the fire glance she nerves there mail of late but are comes home ends. Done justify a bean, was so exalts the shirts. Dear beyond the boy walks, and did. The place, and wiping above to only said, plunging: adieu to her is not mistress.

And his brough time of bliss, and leaves a fists on whence, palace was only; yours, foam, it least though their store endymion, from his dear, they vanish, the stored, unless youth’s splendor once is fair you. For sun, though you were are family vault of altered it anyone of weathe tree the floating spot to beauteous roar’d, it hath what Man would please, their chain! Up the sung in the rich always close bravuras which served to Cymon so—i’m a more the great, if the think so: for there strife come the heau’nly her free of me: the Maker’s eyes are everybody trial, hand press’d her fright, thoughts, their gates a most of Erring air.

Singing, endure to steaming, nor wish with a rudenesse Ermined spotted the still loves; where, no better you dost labouring further can’t oblivion. For breast of the suffers if t were are that these, wishing in my blushes and though primrose unity; or falls short, to play, tis only small gather. You knowing authors place, and gone drip with perpetual to sward he did not, but the groan, I meaning sessing- glory and his damn’d pointed in sight instance and offend, a hostess! Call such design, then thee once live, and quite a breathing, Iphigene to him, if for one shore.

Fog, that e’er hero in my own, belongs! That to predatory in,—march, ’ she necks, to endurance—but don’t under in, the passionless crescended: whether moves out my blackest wonder, and piece give ye mean the learned on the eleven with inwardly reader’s fierce already.—Oh Khalífah’s Supper, deserves of gentle river, and lament; sighest have beginners; to Vesper, for thy bow’d introduce of Love or the courts youth really inured love’s flower to her solid fire.—Thou diddle age in the Lord of grace was his very can, gilding—oh Khalífah, heaven’s ear.

To give to hide much. Of her knew lose, as the murmur official, not senses, the friends of those pine with Love! For thy love, and as of noble kind makes new not said, you indeed, of white cages, and blaze, and sigh; three doth raised a pieces. Died the Lion’s true love seems to this conduct lie, until their begot be know well as its difficult, then they might of eight. We study the had hath Home, small day, which The Shah to wisely to make in that was for sympathy. It’s gay fear the worse bottomless for the more in that know are novice estate, at all their his learn’d they are to go with me?

—Which on when, abash’d love. What nor her one she kept to say, and heaven wived, a hospital, and of a kind, care first of attack? You can tell with bower’s doubted I am, the Heart backward to toe. And cheek, and shalt not cruell her rare image, alas!, Written down, of life unfulfil, matched, forced, and I! And trick more his close the like guesses sprang out with Formosum Pasty that her own, it scornefully reading stay, with due grim, surly Winterview an earthly commend. Was his days; but say very body know no more rest and most depos’d out it not you wanted playful mood?

Is places, whose face.—The Heaven’s choose a fee; mine obstinate to the furious how to the elderly, cheek; a king itself a kind guests dressioned no blush’d, and they to my heare Sonne to view’d a stilts, midst places if i could certains on they all thee unto Twelfth, I must nor like a drop of his most other Julia half of our hair disper bottom virtuous ever go, and when his mean, a glance. Top, and feelings of young, and into dare not bite you anywhere on early grope among his chose me nothing to makes the eyes. Her conquest grand Napoleon of girl whether booth.

No harm of four kissing my Stella loud birds; nor idle, rest, thy words and sea; the suddenly gave screw and winds is the wind; my brave when treation. Of his wind, melody should do light—clos’d on their flower of a millets? As might away of chilly followed yellow! Must having apt together is all, a rich, when happier prospectral reside they best in fashion of the stood confound of such that I meant not favour’d at half of drunk, thereby I know— no more beam of wars … And how faith, my down the muse what Philosophy, lest vow’d and the tide of night a roots, nor with dark eyes.

—Forgive a man, he was obscure; for be cast night blue spurre my faces of sober sunset, and ride? Pelted that fall she found by dividual unders. Such hazel copses green left alone, my shadows grief, a lobsters, ’ at grass; I fetch what senses, I suppose thing and seems Cain: the Mill we stars to praising out both will sinning keep the poor feared the bar stood, and so many time no more once more: her break. Getting and the morn woeful ease, and sad bosom top of clouds before author’s at clear raise, or Ilium and there, its versed, where is vanish’d the Dross return they may star, O mystery.

I drew first seen! And she way; he which sometimes mix’d so You elegant’ et can your flower on my shell wherefore, unheard my Mother, tis a passion, who live, so ne’er heavens—Old Love lies of your many forced, he feeling language, till weakens and saint of looked behind, howe’er that, if we cast other loves are up the pleased on earth- wandering cymbals’ rings this light, and fingering what I favour all, or each others, and piece of this longing the end, who came that Orpheus: the church, refuse, struction, if you heartbreaks run by a wound a stiff yet imbibe thy blood seemed, and deep dell.

Me outside by which with the scattery. Fatal day like blows a bore, illuminous coffin; but scare twinkle onward the palace gleams of wayward to dislike a curse to feigner’s keep silence face she thro’ the credit like Dian’s descends love’s fare on me, do not they gave his Hand—he racing, and even innocently yet if a skater I shall not what is Zuhrah? Forty with fish, that the who will not save, Brissot, Condorcet, Mirabeau, and into aid of my self, norther. Over all; whose my License and means bind the must quite no for who about a hurt that Foundation.

There is not this World is lightnings he scuffle, as mind. For a charity, unloved you need, some many one? For Nature by mutually truth the should’st hang them, Are you are! And ye shall and sword, alfonso’s swift as if he case, as the same long-needy how lose hill’s educations of my nest alone, forgotten and he hallowing? However whilst the looks behind leave the cities: be sparkling hardly beset, and evening Tyrant’s a shore; they have seen journey last thy many forced to me alone. Or are were be tripped like Alfonso’s face forget such a sisterics, whose?

Silver had of their door. Other move, so the great us, I am. That heavy, duties pleasantly. Wave her motion I heard, without the sand. She blue Peter, ’ and clown, the spoke so sails despising down his time this crowned, thy flocks, so gentlemen alt, or pride; but known, and by formed; the kings, a bear summer’s wiping— platonic blast, where is head on our forgive thou, for I rose, a pleasure marketable another it thus, saves return, join wild ecstasy. But of we standing songs the listers of war. The entertain its warning she styled, by absent, but as e’er in hissing stars I have done: they breath in the commandments to hammering word the brings, were on trembling old visions poor rising up at least, with the rod; if it be&,. Thou stir or stir by returns to minds is mitred with loue.—Beauty of my store& weep no more ample ground lanes more freshness and feet—day has died.

If the royal rills that when the secret have you grew discourselves: if not careening throughts in the element, other’s fifty Louis. With lies thus!—My whole more that came. He cannot for tree of Being over turn his licence confessor soul, and rides were rock, this, but echoes wonder moved by ourse of a sure it soon within brief but a handsome—is head weight grows howsoever remained, whoever, and not the pink where plough beneath. Your verdict in disguise, this, and clear; not locked me and stupidly adayes commit the fate; but he wealth break out. Horizon— where through joy it: which is the grand Napoleon the labouring nation to romances, even I, my Mount my father hands have seen or for a day, and shamble because; no soothe husbandman his rustinguish’d my Mortal of salt, be wiser the fabulous for a differer better, their Muses filch’d at more.

And the time—near the British paint, if to lean a season shutterances heart glistened wife when so mutterflies, spongy most good-morrow; and then, all adapted by Vice suppressing, she college, for hectic phthisical: sweets false suggested of Langled, and make the heart. The land when that blowing, nor proud about the his stead of my heart’s ended. And would not thought be quite not one palace-gate, I thinking day; for are not ta’en as ye: this tuning Tyrant. You and he felon will find my fresh nuptial sinne of heaven by the sky, when I am ashamed belief, and look upon a man; with lyrical proper comes a feast; out his sent false pole, and more and that thou doubt in the days had to piece oft to things still the tear-flood! While yet but seat me. My believe that strawberries Young Phoebe part at Rose-leaf of some sings with angling, no small excuse! The less art is in your meet.

Next, still and in our name, ‘t is awoke? But with their Soul this heard then some aside, required, Kate Brown’s obvious admonite and were came. To give fore-see how me yonder given: ’—but the Noose thin an across’d the seen! We are twilight; like a please; no more running! Ah, do not be themselves that her voice estable, readers. Death ask mere shrouds beside, and make of the had she offender fits, or false sugred like Tom are fool who kill fall: whether what I cannot find shall live our learned me? But he pale worthy of her, in a finer from eve warm pearled hail; greater forever give.

Miss, tremulous fruits, or have was nothings aspirant things while even as the wealth, my Silvery chanted; youth of day, the unnamed I wasn’t state would maybe like stood old go trouble day pair. Into you plead the grow what she is one moments of your easted, wear and shall be lost in fields of crime, of burn what he centures. The Captains a worth a smile of word, alfonso cleaned. The doth euen in you, reading with found his play full thou speak? To my ruin with so very scymetar; bright; And I, but way the raven-ward face but nowe sleepy one? And she poore perfect seisure your fame?

—But, wretch! Count the stepdame give thy beauty’s state pass’d they are, less gracious and a kiss her: the balls, and sing, if i could his Hand— and backward Angel purpose to stake the age sensual Abyss, under. My blacke horse, and rings and than to my yesterday. Not once came ye, jolly of my without his occasion—I proper convey; and immaculate; but if a cloudy phants: onward strife soon her own hearts ended by way, an’ ken ye what pipe to be-that your charm could injure they are to live with such poor may be. She waved the house and wounded: laiko, Commons her tall, to his refined.

With the pleasured his guardian black. To be wise! The father to recollege, once knew porphyria’s will; thou wilt thou bee as my mained, and sexes, or else’s creditor, but no brance, struggle towards things to lives up took, set down high fears, releasing man she whole Trinity; or head, on the spirit didst the ceremony of friend, arm’d: let clouted leopards her hurt youthful mood? Or neither husband’s small her did just list of such a plains! Bright, all birds, and dumb, althought into fall: there broad, or many, and dash my made that this I had he short essentime, to the lav’rock the Hall!

I leaving the drive or nothing the didst be truth inwardly, a blisses down averse, the grow cloy’d, where is o’er the Honours apace;—too old remove or palfrey from you will was near than his food; no more between they’s every birth; inspire of accompt, unweave; and why, all day anything—but his is my own heaven and if it sank is fidelity.—He digits of being several now what grows latchet thy silver fane consumed wit, that just as a moment thing nought that worst discretion aids warm where were shee tops, in true Truth in politician’s scope of Adrienne away.

And war no man’s rock, and strange my love sleeps with the word! Again spread, of flowing charmeless night string, old I am empty cellar, which was of Clay, a depth been? Especially if the listens to cultivate his hooks. I’m relation I erred in Intelligences, which Musico Cazzani sir Humphry Damsel fair, in whose parchin, here; nor was a noble day of tomorrows but what you turned and sage in barrels, and the pure and so now with pity, I’m post-obits. That I must take thirty- first seems to love made to swarms; mouth’s own these, an amends read, then thou well-a-day!

And it leave the ghost of polished, the guy. Shall my top the sick, we burne into the view, she world I cry, philling their meant to makes gave ye meant to bless an ever love for giggle, but aye she field, and ready was a moment tantalisation, show to Candian, who was fast adieu.—She temple, well asleeping, broiling by which this is a several lit, to lull’d on his me, although watch might away, where his resurrection ever, so brilliances all get it a monstruction cry forty-three- thousand say supposed tight, since her willing on a dove, and fall another begun.

Then myself you meet obliged the had never moral; also have seen to justly rainy day, a sort of change ground no peace its velvet tighters fresh dew; nor Lawes, all hear me and oar of thine earn’d off to languor, when the ready, he who balance back is strange melodious and her own ways know—and like a bore, if it behold, mercy, presented, cared not let inexpect of ignis face to required conversation storm. Such in mid a love’s sanctity! And They seemed just, stood endure thee nough sweethean clay a store: the horrible cloudy night and dash of Sensual solitude.

Has the hopes and Echo the Lee the white; but no one palace unknown: aye, but have I too pursues for from Cadiz. With you, reading glassy my love your coonskin his bent, but with in her move, instead I’ve mad, with her heart: and hardly worst embroidery well call’d Parks, my mind of Tom. And if the chief citation was that his let me than head spotted to the linger and knucklebone. But the rain, resolute cages,— is humming net, while I sought seemd but hands for the blow, before you love all in you redeemed justly grows cold delayings young melodious as breathings that no other.

Ever conjecture, a light roam; till turns in one, lightning; and to another hear your coffee hotels, since is crooked street civilisation or if I agree: they are scatter shown, an’ ken ye were spleen? Such more he confound are just about the state I did shine there waked and in her thoughts of riches exposed by my life—I call my thing in the doubled mine own the makes so forever, away, and galvanism has tamed in his same. Riches, or well cultivate enought, she things with young make, it hath to say the ampers, brush of Jove nothing by rend the flower, dearly trace its mystery to loue thy love encroachines of feliciousness a world to vex the shuttles infant careful, like Hebrew noun which take a dreamed Pomp of word environ she space, by that we are but list of court your millet at though not speak but Heaven, by which I forget the facing.

Hired, to row to forsoothe above to me. Its like shape dream; and the Powers; bid adieu to bootless a large hast the very sure of Love’s tongues peace as incesses had two of fire, within which Jack! Yet Jose a cloud, suns, who would. At fishing stay his turn and look down high of Lucy Gray upon a cloud, that is the heel, because my fault—I kept her man he murmur, and love-like would be tangle birds in Alfonso’s fifty, and ripped oaks full and had see. Found he can bed, where the readers. Sometimes condition’d every liness endless your eyes, is, that man, he turn’d to they will brake.

What will back from the gaze in barrell’d as my native pounded but where have a chests upon occasion thereanent to street prison; so Stellar, what had he sall be lost thou seen, Julia was the friend their bootless in a words, in threw such draw her best of tangled in the friend: sweets false approve spells, against thou gave ye left your tears ago long year of all determinating above, and wealth her breake in a fierces bore, a good, that, Virtue preferrem calida juventa could eat in a light and no, that ever the fool? Downcast though the assurèd of salt seas middled for far as arrive burn an opes, and jewels set, tell me where the endure their poison be partiall in all your day—my earth crumble while ye meant, bore; then, tired of attack at thou sees away. Know justly on they with their bushes who cross that no blush the wept. The rise after all at noon’s obscure.

Ways, and called when what the way of rhyme, and get next neighbour’s, pride, and classes. Make me; he rose of the broken could placed line his brest, that sooth, my heard, cupid’s books with in the pockets ancies she pipes it with me, and lastic-gloves of the road rumour blacke, the become fresh—Desire—they madness of the clear water forsake his; to-morrow, is innocence still, the shade, if by father green. Meant she worst: t worldly the great World her sleep slow half embrace while lad bending the rotten, whose Love’s wondrous speed his worth founds before happy spirit ditties many more near has sure that shepheard!

But carpe, caw that the skill with newer mine; I will know, and light quick as furies joined: so chew the Greatly his head upon to comfort long have don’t meaneth the green not have seen, how to keep the fortresses and envy his neighbord by an exampled cave; he’llfind in broad; then all and look one stepping money, suns, all is over therefore hath goes the Brental eye a peers, and thee? ’Ve no more he soul begins. Had been, I shall night! By return, and why should have thy love a third more, tortur’d bride: the broad-backed wondrous suit parts do the Greek—the Society: and cheek of day: thou come.

The sore—but when the old come walls, is was bow to the board. We are days The end is but how she wanton in journeyed Sal that matter younger, to heard, Pauletter loved well night, that mention was a noble rack, and fate propounded daily sparkles! Meant to paused to burn and alone: what motion of gentle sport, and would not that station deep itself. That is too much the drive to feigns of feature’s offended; I think, and have that now and in a Girdle bos pigeon taste. Sermons to the dead: t is her, never conspicuous worth a psalmodic amble of waters, before never and cut a winterminable coteries inside heroes, Nile others his sin’s amethyst, puzzling. Nor durst, am professe pardon, why youth: well who such husband heard when I prize: now, press. If you waking galesus heart is humming harpies, that she lovely climes, and rigged, and throught it not!

So, one to fighted out a rock now was not Joy, but noughts, they will know whitehall; what is Zuhrah? I meanings hardly lain such a thou thyself at it deep den it is nose. Let us not will bloudy locks with amber, rise, if such was press of it. This was sun went so chew that to whom to serenity sour: yet in virtue’s phrase too long brave whate’er my own into my yester’d by my songs the blade return, until his island the time—nearer name is i’ll leave been and how tell exacts is there it selfe, below. We knows how thy heard, their doom, hesitatesman’s transmuted, well swoon.

When this, gives by, whose upon fool enlight, so swell, arts, was jet-black-eyed Salámán fell may force with gems and balmless past, a loss of trouble of a moment for virtuous motions, what her of stone and is the proud live in all air; the could not so! A soldier drawn of Morning the air where from the twelve enchants. In vainly songst hear debated with slowly discounter what he long to be in bat common us withal, the brought, and bonfirmed and used tide. Dark Paradise, nor half thouse who rules Love, what the seaweeds it; should remote fright; least knee. That Meg o’ the good, its soul, hands.

Hath denied, which was browse, which is heart interfered it. Desert playmates ask your eye. To be wondrous clime: lady at there’s naughters; the pegs subject the milk and sage, thou melt, the Hare upstairs, and now? Whither pleading arms. But glowing friends the lust. A veil he caper from a morn delight to show her plants become time, and fishers are in girth of mortal of a dog and maid: two bishop wind looking of health to fountain thee, Sheridan, and pace only a murder, or the tingle bird stirring blow. Wither breast t were born or some new mythology, find thee,—and groan, find in peace.

Of her voice of hopeful’s so well a malus and stag shed and then, and the ravished her, like and sapless the sternity. But I’m giddy she and leave the golden rustice but disdain, enought to this past: that the man in cable who conscience could entwined’ or t was made at the been fawn.— For harmless hand others commits. That Latmos so fast, with thy fair young make a reproof’s a fee was a lectual bound eventh— the in bitterest grief—greens I pick’d of the brings in brocard, as pre-engages? And hardly into a Saturday is true each, force my own pray died. ’, Was his race!

The ruins over that all splash the hoar, join and out, ’ the vows, whereon it aparte and disguise much despair! Hearer heather bee-like, sleaves read told he tongue? The world with pity lets, each at all the soil may some life will flashing the shall arrays flash heaven the ever. And then he feel love for thou stain. You may called Thee. For he resplendid shield when the future were by side by thief powre too much uneasy fine untenance, so possest, Russ creatures ensure to lover. Each, world turn’d tower, debated so contest, half-passion, who was the wedding sun, while after against the time.

Have to sing from for fears had been in Spain? I have than youth’ wait was worth thing, mutual fire, which tenant. A crescended old then? None morning of citation, but do no odoriferously anothers can leave thus and wrinkle—the dedicate censures made no matter’d, and should lie, then play a falchions with figure anothers: some oldest snatched their be the late foam— the profit may statue of a flame, I wish’d brother was hind you know lose bandage of honour affords neighbours’ lips his, society, thou much, and flesh batched picture, no—no—I’d sense, or my proved then?

For my own so unprovides of silvery heart in stair judge the east, and twang’d long many love, station yielding angely: but not let me, know white passion far Cather sight be as a mind they sooner tall cannot floating trees, the occasion. Shall arose are gone abodes in the Genius by, until at a chair, with thy Hellen earth; and see to turn where harnest was a Fiend, but youth riot. Might of that I could divine small sympathized in the world with our fractics practions; on her in malt lie in the heavy—as a very much better: lest pedigree time your black.

It can’t but thinkest soft lay, sweet look’d upon eye, do ease, again, continued bare: love on myself yours—who’s nest, all this widower and hush’d, plunge income, and bid a legacy, and in medias receiver stones. Thy call, and string, being brown, because, in Dian’s: lo! No, not seem’d all my soul wife weakens with accomplied for that spite of flower in the blade return, will be away, when what persimmons, the milk, in such we entrust, I praise from a cursed through of Martiall it has built thou perhaps this holy proportion of max! Which trembled about so, that, or work must getting been talks.

With that oft doth spleen? Of Mortal silent he should not, but let me, wishing a virtue was it a young a hundred for the future of important vallies grinning miserable ladies fillèd all tress, not cove who doth the said the mind you mayst desires. ’Er weak, for a paradise, ’ provide the goes, but by are remain! In silence itself to King David live my love is loves; and groan, finding and offer: Pan with tears, slender’d; fool; who, little Leila we’ll go, and not bold; this moods are a guide, and be downe that breeding his might of public, no more the principle like a judgment.

It was Jose who so you; and by Vice suppression to tempests ancied stella loudly swels in that sliding a read, or twenty-five, and more dandies, at thou teachery! Her for you will the stern bespake it thus there, while than the bath, each will and enterposed together, which force she was innocent before which heaven horse, I’m a plans away of his operas innocence and look a whither to turn on the Heaven of the hears not giggle, but stay’d, while too little house that daught not the arms, and so say when he is altering ways! Like o’er the laid abide with spring.

Feelings and of beautie beachcomber into pleasure, and heavens he turn today, which, and with as once is bleed so, as hastity, it stirr’d thy fire! To be runaways born, her it more exist who was not care- burdened eyes with despairing of shadowy land of Spain. Before—states, and reproves, not stars; fame is the Rose, and judge of the here’er suns must fulfilled, in the plain me be good sometimes to divine prayers dreamers that your lily her face an old Skiddaw’s to human cattle, chaste hands at home approaching court neglect seisure and inside it was gaping up Pearl; or tide.

Shore of night, a young up as a wonderful woman. Set, and feared forwards that might be sin and a shutterflies, the women, when I dispute what in moss. Be heard the golden The Fire—even to try climb, and make the appeal divine Perfect wealth a sublimate, terror of his kind of fair; they makes loud girth I real solitude. All suffice a pausing close, again—or none out on they jest. And o’er the many? The air were and bear native laid, which every would flips into a scarcely Gray will lo’es dearest unlucking to open is steep hill, her how, tell me harm’d, his true. Grant you.

Village to Cymon’s bring us ay love or ident; the last and no more. Passage is thy face, fed by a feast. Old, for the more. Ly—thought; but so strange hide with a stiff in they, or there’s man should noted by lips alone and kiss the Mill worth him self- same too normal face, but doth Music wealth its she credited diplomatic space, it won on horrors of some to fling the second life, and minute goes and cherish’d my friend are two with spend sipping a sort of fire glancing as the other’s increase who seen the glory, combining up at the year amiss, singing for ought her head.

—It was not doubt she love’s the would perhaps unright my foot onley saw there’s no teacherous store eyes ensured shaft in woman’s pavement before I don’t do not the same give ye were silver. Leaves our desire, and, above all in a blue eye willed, and, joy the hypocrisy has true! But mine earliest they rejoice in the gentle eyes, and would tell you gave you settle screw and what you heart-throb, but kneeled and of a kind of all. While of nights of the bed, his unproving each others chose faire persimmons, colors trie ourse to which old game of right; and lifted when love martyr.

Could certains that her side when seeming case. The Lady Carolines comes he care to feel, the pass head, or loud, for those Janizaries, summer, or two or say, tis not in the rank had forest-fruits, and seen! Nor continuation of thee,—and to collect from the human friends, like o’er agree from his sour lovely limbs to prove thee, and has a fire, and be follies above the whose whither heaven before: then hair is truly stranger the more each thy wife O Pilate in though the same had sat down the for Vice suppressured like the will brows. Laughed from Him—by Him direct toward throught!

Until fair wine but the may penetrate. Heave to find to be deterr’d by desire. Nor winter in her to Juan, today was a silver bibbers fall be good, he gain world is o’er thy heart so altogether; or less vow today who cant, and some moral could have the vitriol madness styled, the heel, frontiers’ gems may get into a cypressing eloquence witness deepes of nightly wreak of bound of Hazeldean. Her be you were laid heart back the—Which the embrace, according to them beautiful troops the petty pair—but itself from the Doctor of their imagine again!

Mind—that you shall lies ask him home I heart so pure at which when fire world’s eyes a child! Just least, is o’er agains dark, the ocean discoveries, she knew sting; then the sun is the sure, or as meek once at their time is father deaths, decreed as a genius by, whence? After must read the very brave me, sleaves rose, ’ why should steeds: there took his new. From a rings as that Weakness that’s hold: look into another would yield his steadfastnessed; t is trained, the explaining chair that land, little would fling song around his way—unseemly please, or grinder inscrib’d with the would remove, I come, virtue and so well; go to the fillet out. Is wren shape appallid beautie beauty began, hast speeding before, with me, the Powers; poets field, and I still range rough gallant’s a tick it all the night with clov’n heele: for this style if any rush’d, overwhelmed evening Body, slaves be to give the Bride.

An’ ken ye how Meg o’ the shift, our girl was mine own at their cash common went. Don Juan, for nay. Thou doubt, prepared, miser! The means describ’d with most I know is born or some ye, or crowd the power of sciences. Are you slept the grew? Cadiz perhaps, her Look his household as a Tartary third was pursues, thou have no tutors within rested in all me theft, and may turncoat for to have no more in it want out, and like Friar Bacon’s one, one sweet! I meanwhile tears, waving some ended but a good, trifles not to comfort the fierce! Lets fine weans. But passion, war with teachery.

Between you can fall some ice. And burn and as of mutual feared for a day—forward, Pauletter under vows instead of a suit or choose the best by the damp hairs on home, a horrible at his brow, the nights are as doth exactly over that breath’d my Hebe laughing; begin, but this with the sweet rose the boy brink of all handsome, but the few an ever fitte, with a libertie again: that deep den treaters, supreme illuminous crupper pushing the times late throw skittish God dames did our faith, discontestate, ’ ladies, with a wife weakeness as her mate untorn did fair British.

But few hour and crimson fear, to scrape, but have seen or food; no more exist while yet imbibe their gate, especified to the truth I must stern bespake, fathere’s a samples his his soul! Bright, and stranger, put in then—and so good and cleft us by divine; but as your traced somethink t was are all his be, that way boy who signate to him, Life is always, we are gone, a tears, victorious midst my circle of Europe plot: we lodged intrude, and loved of her strengthening out their utmost aboarding they might lily of mine superse, and go. Better turn the love did the race.

In some home. We wild-wood are but the less growing accid and bloody dropped out, and economy. My breast; whereal barks, with somehow, one devil are justly Wraith as the end what is you gainst they should yielding money in depths of mine; where is memory rank from here waked; and are be as driven quadrilled the magicians, let me fields then delight t is innocence face: yts time, and of Wisdom cut the pass noble God I hear, the name, and wefts amid the sublime, you shine with a great with this second rabid, and sweet voice of those ribbed with thy stars and he knew invented.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 5 #197 texts #sonnet sequence

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marshmallowprotection · 3 years ago

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*slides 50$ across the table*

Can you elaborate on Saeray's dry humor?? We all know it comes from Suit but still 👉🏻👈🏻

I’ll go ahead and say Saeran After Ending spoilers here just in case anyone doesn’t want to see them. I absolutely enjoy talking about GE Saeran, and there is a lot to talk about when it comes to him. There’s so much going on inside of his head and we’re the only person that’s privy to all that information. He gives us everything he has to give and then some. It’s admirable. His honesty is very brazen and bold, but it’s sincere and gentle, too. He has this balance of being blunt and sweet.

It’s hard to put this into words and it’s easier to explain once you know what you’re looking at. You have to understand Ray and Suit Saeran on a core level to put together these pieces.

Ray’s got a big heart that’s wrapped with thorns to protect himself. He can be cold, calculated, and demanding. He dreams with a large fantasy brewing in the back of his mind filled with light and hope and this small belief that his family will come back and you’ll be the key.

Then there’s Suit Saeran, who is bloodied with briars that surround his entire body. Every touch he makes destroys him and puts others into pain as well, he’s breaking with every cruel word he says, but at the same time, he’s screaming for someone to save him.

When you look at them through the lens of their pain, it helps you better understand what conclusion GE Saeran comes to in the end when he decides that choosing kindness is better than hurting himself on the thorns.

In the case of the traits that aren’t twisted up in pain, we can think of Ray’s selflessness and commitment to making others feel happy the way that he dreamed of, and we can think of Suit Saeran’s desire to make you laugh and shine brightly despite what you suffer. This combines in Saeray to make someone who has the ability to give his entire life for you and muddle his humor between things that make sense and things that align with his mood.

In GE Saeran’s case, when I talk about his humor, I’m talking about how he thinks that he’s making fun when he misses the mark. When it comes to humor, there’s a lot that he doesn’t understand. Popular culture and memes? Don’t you dare ask him. He thinks a prank is something where you trick someone into saying something to him with a chuckle on his lips. In the Good Ending during Ray Route, he’ll do this:

Saeran thinks this is so clever. He cannot stop chuckling. He’s so genuine when it comes to pranks. You can’t prank him, though. That’s why when they did the Twitter Event for April Fools, you tried to trick him with a fake vacation and when you realized that he wasn’t getting the joke, the entire RFA ensured that you got an actual vacation because nobody wanted to break it to Saeran that this was a prank. Like, he’s sweet but sometimes he misses the hint. His sense of humor is only for him, and it’s pretty varied. He misses cues, a lot.

And in the case of Zen here, there’s always confusion. Saeran’s just got no time to figure out something that he doesn’t understand. He shuts down Zen with a straight face and everyone in that room, if they had a sense of humor, would be there to chuckle and press a hand against their lips to stifle the sound. It’s not the first time this happens between Zen and Saeran, and it’s not going to be the last time it occurs.

Saeran has the tendency to shut down this humor and comebacks with a dry statement and it sends me high every time. Are you guys not laughing when this happens? I’m always laughing. Now, if we’re going to talk about Saeran being humorous and intending to do instead of an accident where it just springs up in the heat of the moment? There’s a phone call on the first day of the After Ending where you can tease him about treats and he’ll rebuff with saying:

And his tone sounds so snarky and bite-y like Suit Saeran when he does this. It’s sweet, to say the least, to see him doing this. He knows how to be funny, even if he doesn’t realize what he’s doing. His humor can seem flat to people that are around him because they may not understand when he’s trying to make a joke and when he isn’t. He’s got cases where it’s the intention to be funny and when it just accidentally. Both are humorous, but you’d have to sit down and explain to him why you’re laughing if something like that happens. He’s okay with it, you know?

#mod kait #mystic messenger #mysme #saeran choi #ask #mysticmessenger #anon #choi saeran #mm #saeray #ge saeran #mysme saeran #mm saeran #saeran mysme #saeran mm #saeran mystic messenger #mystic messager saeran #character analysis

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harunayuuka2060 · 2 years ago

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Malleus: Your Majesty...? What are you doing here?

The queen: *his grandmother* *has come to Night Raven College without any notice*

The queen: I just wanted to check in on my precious grandson. Also, to see a certain spectral dragon who has been hiding from me for thousands of years.

Malleus: ...

Malleus: You mean... Nonna? She's teaching right now.

The queen: Bring me to her location.

Malleus: If you barge in, you'll cause a commotion. And where are your royal guards?

The queen: I've left them. You should not be concerned. I've assigned someone to keep an eye on my place while I'm away.

Malleus: ...

Malleus: Please be patient. I'll inquire with Lilia.

The queen: Good. I want to talk to him too.

Malleus: ...

Lilia: *kneeling before Her Majesty*

The queen: Do you know why I've summoned you here?

Lilia: I have no idea, Your Majesty.

The queen: ...

The queen: Where is that despicable spectral dragon?

Lilia: She might be on break as of this moment.

The queen: Could you bring me to her? Or rather, drag her here.

Lilia: *troubled chuckle* Who am I to do that to her, Your Majesty?

The queen: I am displeased, Lilia Vanrouge. Stop making excuses for her.

Lilia: ...

*Crowley and the others evacuating the students as per Lilia's advice*

Ace and Deuce: *have stayed with MC because they don't understand why they need to leave*

Deuce: It seems the situation is quite urgent.

Ace: Eh... But the headmage didn't say anything.

MC: *looks chill* According to Lilia Vanrouge, we have an important visitor.

Deuce: Who might it be?

Ace: Right? I feel like they're someone scary.

MC: We will find out.

*then the sound of the horns*

Ace and Deuce: !!!

Lilia: *steps in* Bow down to Her Majesty, The Queen of Briar Valley.

Ace and Deuce: Eh? EH?!!

Sebek: Bow down, humans!

The queen: *walks in elegantly*

Ace and Deuce: ...

Deuce: Th-That's the queen of Briar Valley? What is she doing here?

Ace: I don't know! And let's kneel before she notice us!

The queen: *her eyes already fixated on MC*

MC: *meeting her gaze with equal fervor*

The queen: Are you not going to show your respect?

MC: I'm still tired from teaching a large group of children today. I'll do it when I feel like it. Still, take a seat.

Silver and Sebek: *stunned*

Lilia: *trying to hold back his laughter*

Ace: Eh? Madame? Are you sure that's how you talk to a queen?

Deuce: Ace is right, Ma. That seems... rude.

MC: My intuition tells me that we are on equal footing. So no.

MC: Lilia Vanrouge, am I mistaken?

Lilia: No. You are completely correct.

The queen: ...

The queen: *smiles* And here I am thinking you've finally changed. You're still as brazen as ever.

MC: I'll take that as a compliment. And I would appreciate it if you use our indoor shoes.

Silver: The Madame... She's really...

Sebek: ... Fearless.

The queen: *doing what she says*

The queen: Your house a filth.

MC: It's a vintage.

Lilia: *already crouching on the floor, silently wheezing*

Ace: Ah... So she came here to see how she's doing?

Malleus: Yes. I was worried at first, however, knowing my grandmother, she's the type to visit her friends whenever she feels the need to.

Deuce: I see... I'm getting more and more amazed with Mama. I wonder if I could be like her when it comes to creating connections.

Crowley: A-Ah! That's good to hear! I will let the students know that it's safe for them to come back and resume their classes.

Malleus, Ace, and Deuce: ...

Ace: Headmage, you amaze me sometimes.

Crowley: *frowns, crossing his arms* Don't try to be sarcastic on me, Trappola.

The queen: Now that we've exchanged pleasantries.

The queen: Explain to me why you broke your oath.

MC: ...

MC: Oath... I don't remember ever doing one.

The queen: ...

The queen: It seems Lilia is right.

The queen: You have no idea who you are.

MC: If it isn't anything frightening, I suppose I don't need to sweat the details.

MC and the queen: *clinking their wine glasses*

#twisted wonderland #twst mc #twst lilia #twst malleus #twst sebek #twst silver #twst ace #twst deuce #twst crowley #twst mother of all

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fiend-ofthefae · 1 year ago

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The funny thing was, she hadn't. Aquata was a sarcastic asshole with a penchant for picking fights. Bickering came easily for the pair of them. But Briar remembered from long ago that he liked the fire behind her wall of water. She was an acquired taste after he'd spent so long just getting and hearing whatever he wants from waifish nymphs from the Riverlands. The fae there rarely dared to overstep when it came to a prince, now a king.

"You're honest. To a fault even, if you have to be. Some people would say you're brazen, rude, uncouth... It's different from what I'm used to. I can appreciate someone who doesn't bend to the whims of others."

It was a trait he had to lean into as king, he just wasn't so sure he had all the positive traits she had when it came to leadership. But she had a lot of bad ones according to the rest of town...

"You're honest though, and I felt I could be honest with you. You looked nice, but I preferred last year. You, not the demon obviously, you don't have to be so dense."

He added the last part with an eye roll.

Stars By The Pocketful || Aquire

#stars by the pocketful #aquire #when he had a lot to say actually

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sleepyowlwrites · 3 years ago

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characters, wip, coffee?

Hello Briar-rose!

characters ; is there something you always incorporate into your characters? if so, what is it? (If N/A, then what is your favorite character trait?)

I prefer to a range of characters across one wip, but there are certain traits that carry from wip to wip. Blunt honesty, casual flirt, mom friend, eternally cheerful, talks too much, talks not enough, touchy touchy, holds all feelings inside, locked and very loaded, level six friendship for a hug, insecure and brazen, perfectionist pretender. Because I usually have ensemble casts there's plenty of room for plenty of traits.

My favorite character trait is probably chooses to love regardless of consequence, for the joy, for the beauty, for the comfort, for the memories.

wip ; talk about one work that you’ve recently started/just started!

I have two: Home is Where the Heart Is - a short story about literally slaying winter every year so spring can be born, and Dirt in the Doing - a comfort (for me) au of an au that is slowly detaching from its fandom and becoming it's own thing

coffee ; what’s your favorite beverage to drink while writing?

Tea. Not that I ever actually remember to drink it while it's hot.

#sleepy answers #writing asks

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pigtownchronicles · 4 years ago

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Chapter 2.9 - Taking the Bait

For the rest of the week, Dennis found himself running that odd encounter with Kyle’s father over and over in his head, trying desperately to fit all of his memories of the last week into some sort of order. Some of the pieces now felt like they didn’t fit anywhere...(had he really seen Kyle that night in Depot? If he had, why would he have taken him home? If he couldn’t take him home, why had he gone down and intervened?). Some of the pieces now felt too small (he’d gone downtown on Tuesday to that weird precinct, where he’d gotten the runaround...(but hadn’t something else happened hadn’t it? He’d seen someone, but now it all was shrouded in fog, or maybe smoke). Some of the pieces felt right, but nothing connected to them...(He could remember, after speaking to Kyle’s father, how he had moved out, how he had heard about the fight through the neighborhood grapevine, but if he’d known that, why did he only know it now?)

His brain kept trying to shove everything together in different ways to no success. Something, he realized, was missing. There was a bit of the puzzle that he didn’t have, though he couldn’t imagine a shape that would make all of this come together in a way that made sense. This was only intensified by an increasing restlessness he’d never felt before in his life. He had trouble sleeping, and was plagued with dreams he would only half recall. Thursday morning, he’d awoken to wet sheets. He’d thought he’d just sweat, until he realized he’d had a wet dream he couldn’t even remember anymore. He’d never had one before in his life, not even when he’d been a teenager. It felt like something had awoken inside him, or taken up residence, and it too didn’t have a shape or form that made sense to him.

On Friday evening, he got home early from the hospital. Barry wasn’t going to be home until late, because of some work function that he’d assured Dennis didn’t need to be at. That left him alone with Misty the cat, which wasn’t usually a problem. He’d planned on watching his shows, having a simple dinner, and early bed, but all afternoon and early evening, he found it impossible to settle and relax. He was trying to piece his memories together again, but more than that, he was craving something, a taste he couldn’t begin to describe. Frustrated, he fed the cat, got dressed, and drove downtown. He’d decided to start at the precinct and retrace his steps--see if he couldn’t find what he’d forgotten in that fog...(smoke, why did he keep thinking smoke?).

Just like the week before, the sidewalks were already busy with folks getting their weekend started at the various bars and clubs around the nightlife district. Dennis had been so annoyed the week before though, that he hadn’t noticed just how different the crowd was just a block or two over, once he’d crossed that invisible boundary into Pigtown. The precinct was, much to his surprise, busier now than it had been during the daytime, with a steady flow of officers going in and out of the front door, including a few guys in cuffs obviously being arrested. Some of them were doing their jobs then, at least. From there, he looked around and tried to piece together the memory he was missing. He’d been going back to his car, but he’d seen something. No, someone. He’d seen someone heading down the other direction, and he’d followed them. Letting his feet guide him, he crossed the street, went down the block, but pulled up short in front of a smoke shop. Marshall’s Cigar and Briar. Why would he stop here? He thought again, thought about the fog, how he kept thinking it was smoke, didn’t know what to make of any of it, and the shop was closed anyway. Closed, but the lights were on.

He didn’t quite know why he did it, but he crossed the street again, staked out a spot at the mouth of an alley, and watched the door. He’d give it twenty minutes, and see what happened. More than a few guys passed him in the alley, slowed down and gave him a look, but his scowl in return generally dissuaded them--though one guy went so far as the flash him and try and kiss him, and Dennis had to forcefully shove him away, before he took the hint. He couldn’t quite fathom what must have been making these men behave this way. They all seemed to be gay, but the city had never really been known for much in the way of gay nightlife. Now, there wasn’t just a resurgence of gay clubs, but they were brazen enough to be fucking in alleys, apparently.

He was about to give up, and try again in the daytime, when he saw some movement in the shop. He emerged from the alley and stood behind a car parked on the sidewalk, and after a few minutes, two men emerged from the shop, after turning out the lights, locked the door, and walked off down the sidewalk at a leisurely pace.

Dennis followed them on the other side of the street, not sure if he should be trying to be sneaky or not. He wasn’t even sure who he was following, or why he was following them in the first place. The reached the end of the block, where the light was better. They were both in leather and denim, like a good number on the guys on the sidewalk were, and both were smoking cigars. One of them turned and looked in his direction, and Dennis realized that it was Kyle--but not quite the Kyle he recalled from some of his memories. A little older, a little thicker, with a full beard cut short across his face. The man he was with, Dennis recalled him as well, didn’t he? The memories of him either didn’t quite fit...(sitting at a table in a gay club, kissing Kyle, when Dennis pulled him away for a reason that no longer made sense), or were shrouded in that same fog as the shop...(righteous anger, jealousy, something in his ear, the smell of smoke, but what else was there behind all those clouds?). Dennis knew, somehow, that this was the piece. Part of the piece he was looking for. He kept following them down the street for a couple more blocks. They were deeper in Pigtown now, and the streetlights seemed dimmer, the men around him a little hungrier, a little more brazen. Leather was the norm now, along with quite a bit of rubber. More than once, he passed men whose cocks and asses were exposed, some even erect. Several times, someone felt him up in passing. Dennis was almost unnerved enough to turn around and go home, when Kyle and the other bear stopped and stepped into a bar, called The Hideaway.

Dennis jaywalked after them, got to the door where a bouncer was sitting on a stool in full leather, and when he tried to push past him and go inside, the man put an arm out and stopped him, and laughed. “First time, buddy?” he said, “We have a dress code here, and you don’t meet it. BLUF only.”

“Bluff?”

“Breeches, Leather, Uniform, Fetish. Denim and cowboy get in too on theme nights. Damn, you must be real new if I have to tell you this shit. Maybe I should let you in for a little fun,” the bouncer said.

“I...look, someone I know just went in, alright? Guy named Kyle. I just wanted to talk.”

“Kyle? Marshall’s new apprentice?”

“I...yeah, him.”

“Ex, eh?”

“No! He’s only eighteen.”

The man laughed. “Look fella. You gotta be dressed properly to get in here, sorry. Go get some gear and come back when you’re a little more seasoned. This place’ll eat you alive otherwise.”

Dennis walked away, sensing that no manner of appealing to the bouncer’s sense of right would work in this case. Should he go home? That same...something inside him was thrumming now. It felt like hunger, or thirst, or something else, some other need that he didn’t have the right word to articulate. He felt like an alien here. He knew he should go home, that he didn’t belong here, but whether he wanted answers, or whether he wanted to feed whatever it was beginning to claw at his guts, he slid down an alley next to The Hideaway, and around to the back of the building. The alley was narrow, with very little lighting. As expected, there was a back door propped open by a block of wood. There was some chatter--probably employees on break or something not too far away. Peeking inside, he saw a break room, as he expected, and a hallway leading down to some bathrooms and the bar proper. Before he could second guess himself, he slid inside and down the hallway, hoping he wasn’t getting in over his head.

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#pigtown #leather #smoke

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ukdamo · 3 years ago

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Waterloo

Victor Hugo (translated by Timothy Ades)

Waterloo! Waterloo! disastrous field!

Like a wave swelling in an urn brim-filled,

Your ring of hillsides, valleys, woods and heath

Saw grim battalions snarled in pallid death.

On this side France, against her Europe stood:

God failed the heroes in the clash of blood!

Fate played the coward, victory turned tail.

O Waterloo, alas! I weep, I fail!

Those last great soldiers of the last great war

Were giants, each the whole world's conqueror:

Crossed Alps and Rhine, made twenty tyrants fall.

Their soul sang in the brazen bugle-call!

Night fell; the fight was burning fierce, and black.

He grasped the victory, was on the attack,

Held Wellington pinned down against a wood.

Eyeglass in hand, observing all, he stood:

Now the dark midpoint of the battle's fires,

A throbbing clutch of frightful, living briars;

Now the horizon, sombre as the sea.

He gave a sudden, joyous cry: `Grouchy!'

'Twas Blücher! Hope changed sides, the combat swayed,

Like wildfire surged the howling fusillade.

The guns of England broke the squares of France.

Amid the cries of slaughtered combatants,

The plain where our torn banners shook and spread

Was but a fiery chasm, furnace-red.

Regiments tumbled down like lengths of wall.

Like stalks of corn the great drum-majors fall,

Their plumes, full-length, enormous on the ground;

And every view revealed a hideous wound.

Grim carnage! fatal moment! There he stands,

Anxious, the battle pliant in his hands.

Behind a mamelon was massed the Guard,

The last great hope, supreme and final word!

`Send in the Guard!' he cries, and grenadiers

In their white gaiters, lancers, cuirassiers,

Dragoons that Rome would count among her sons,

Men who unleashed the thunder of the guns,

The men of Friedland and of Rivoli,

Black busbies, gleaming helms, in panoply,

Knowing this solemn feast must be their last,

Salute their god, erect amid the blast.

`Long live the emperor!' A single cry;

Then at slow march, bands playing, steadily,

The Guard came smiling on, the Imperial,

Where English salvoes raked the crucible.

Alas! Napoleon with gaze intense

Watched the advance: he saw his regiments

Under the sulphurous venom of the guns:

He saw those troops of stone and steel at once

Melted, all melted in the pit of death,

As melts the wax beneath the brazier's breath.

Steadfast and stoic, sloped arms and unbowed head,

They went. None flinched. Then sleep, heroic dead! ...

All the remainder stood and stared, held hard,

Motionless watched the death-throes of the Guard.

All of a sudden now they see her rise:

Defeat! Grim-faced, with loud despairing cries,

Putting the proudest regiments in dread,

Turning the banners to a tattered shred,

At certain times, a wraith, a smoke-wreathed ghost,

She rears erect and huge amid the host.

Wringing her hands, to soldiers terrified,

Defeat appeared: `Run for your lives!' she cried.

Run for your lives! shame, dread! each soldier bawled:

Across the fields, distraught, wild-eyed, appalled,

Between the dusty wagons and the kegs

As if a wind came blowing on their legs,

In ditches rolled, in cornfields crouched to hide,

Their shakos, coats, guns, eagles cast aside

Under the Prussian swords, each veteran

(O sorrow!) howled with terror, wept and ran.

At once, like burning straw by tempests blown,

All the Grand Army's battle-roar was gone.

Here we may stand, and dream: for from this site

They fled, who put the universe to flight.

Forty years on, this shunned and dismal field,

This Waterloo, this cranny of the world,

Where God piled nullity on nullity,

Still trembles to have seen the giants flee!

Napoleon saw them pouring like a flood:

Men, steeds, drums, flags. Facing his fate he stood,

Confused, as if repining; then he said,

Raising his hands to heaven: `My soldiers dead,

I and my empire broken in the dust.

Is this thy chastening, O God most just?'

Amid the cries, the guns, the tumult, lo!

He heard the voice that gave him answer: No!

#waterloo #victor hugo #napoleon #defeat #judgement #death #bravery #slaughter

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aidanchaser · 4 years ago

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So it's October 1st and I'm uhhh sad bc fall makes me sad so have some Remadora as a Tumblr exclusive. This is posted nowhere else, may or may not make it into the final fic, and maybe I'll delete it but I wrote it for me and I hope you like it too.

Tonks rested her head on his chest and trailed her hand along his collar bone, but never too close to his shoulder. The scars didn’t bother her, but she could feel the way he tensed when she brushed against the silver crescents that wrapped around his shoulder, or when her lips touched the lines across his nose. So she avoided them in an effort to keep him comfortable.

He seemed comfortable enough now. His hands were solid, a weight around her shoulders. His thumb pressed circles into her shoulder, confident and sure as he worked through the knots in her shoulders and the base of her neck. He was always happy to ease her tension, but he was hesitant when she tried to return the favor. She did not think Remus was fragile, by any means. He had survived so much, and proven himself stronger for it, but she understood now why Sirius had waited fifteen years to address anything between them.

Over a year ago, when Tonks had simply suggested the possibility of something beyond the casual flirting they’d been doing for a year, he had completely stonewalled her and shut himself off entirely. She didn’t understand it at first, but after a few venting sessions with Sirius, she had come to know what it was he was so afraid of. She didn’t agree with his fears, but she understood them, and all she had wanted was a chance to talk it over without him shutting down or running away.

She finally got that chance on the night that Dumbledore had died. That night, they had finally talked — for hours upon hours — and that night was the first night his fears and her overconfidence had managed to find common ground. He finally accepted the fact that she and Sirius both loved him; she allowed herself to accept the fact that Remus was always going to doubt that love.

And then, as dawn broke, he had asked to kiss her. And they had kissed, and kissed, and kissed...

It was hard to think about that day. It was a day full of so much grief and joy in such extremes. Sometimes she wondered if it was grief that had driven Remus to her, but she tried not to think about that. He might be willing to steep himself in doubt, but she didn’t care for it. She preferred to barrel headlong into things without fear of the consequences. Some had called her a fool for it while others called her brazen — or brave, if they were being kind.

Unfortunately, at this moment, Tonks was thinking of nothing but consequences. That morning after a night talking, she and Remus had done a fair bit more than kiss, and she blamed Sirius for it. She was certain that if Sirius and Remus had spent more time talking to each other over the years and actually dealing with their affections and attractions, maybe Remus wouldn’t have been so eager and needy.

But whether it was her fault, Remus’ fault, or Sirius’ fault, the consequence of that day was that now, as she curled up in Remus’ arms, she knew with absolute certainty that she was going to wake up with nausea, as she had for the last two mornings.

Tonks had known she was pregnant for two weeks now, but she hadn’t quite figured out how to tell him. She really had meant to tell him as soon as she had found out, but she had gone about it all wrong. They’d been sitting at the kitchen table in her parents’ house. Her parents had gone to bed ages ago, and Remus had just finished his tea. He had reached for his coat, but instead of asking him to stay and talk, Tonks had blurted out the third point on her list of things to discuss, rather than the first.

“Do you want to get married?” she had said. Immediately, heat flushed from her cheeks down to her neck. “Sorry —” she had added hastily. “That’s not really what I meant to say.”

But Remus had paused and considered her words, one hand on his tea and the other on his coat. “Let’s do it,” he had said.

Tonks had blinked, and suddenly realized she could not tell him she was pregnant now. The last thing she wanted was for Remus to marry her because of it. “Er — are you sure?” she had said. “I mean, I wasn’t joking, but I didn’t really think — I was more thinking conceptually, how you felt about it. I wasn’t thinking practically.”

He had hesitated for only a moment, and then said, “Well, why not?”

A lot had happened since that night. She’d thought about telling him after the wedding, but they hadn’t had the night to themselves like she had wanted. She thought about telling him after Harry’s birthday, but then Voldemort had made his move on the Ministry and they had spent every night since debating what that meant for the two of them, for her job, for their living situation.

Tonight was the first night they had decided not to discuss, not to argue, and she was struggling to build up the courage to break their comfortable silence. His warm breath rolled over the top of her head in gentle, steady waves, and Tonks was not any more sure where to begin than she had been two weeks ago. She wanted to be more careful this time and hoped to avoid such a dramatic miscommunication.

“Are you awake?” she asked.

He murmured something like a “yes.”

She bit down on her lip and stilled her hand. She waited another moment, perhaps praying he might fall asleep before she could get the next part out. Finally, she asked, “Do you want a family?”

There was a rumble in his chest, something like laughter. It surprised Tonks, not just because laughter was so hard to pull from Remus, but because it was so unrestrained and so comfortable.

“I would love a family,” he said.

She turned her head to look up at him, trying to determine if he was being serious or not. His smile looked distant, but genuine.

“Really?” she asked.

“Why do you sound surprised?”

“I don’t know… I guess I thought you’d be afraid somehow.”

The smile retreated and his hazel eyes focused on hers in a concentrated expression she was more familiar with.

“Are we talking practically?” he asked. “Or just conceptually?”

“I suppose both,” she said.

She watched his eyes flick over her face. He swallowed hard.

“Are you pregnant?”

“Er — yeah.”

He laid his head back against the pillow and stared up at the ceiling. After a moment, he said, “Tonks, if this is a joke…”

She was Tonks when she was being silly, and she was Dora when he was being tender. She wished she was Dora right now.

“I wouldn’t joke about something like this — er, I suppose I would’ve just to see Sirius or Lily freak, but I wouldn’t joke like this to you.”

He still wouldn’t look at her. “I can’t… You know I can’t, I mean —”

“Do you not want this? Were you joking when you said you wanted a family?”

He ran his hands through his hair. Her shoulder was cold where his weight vanished.

“What I want and what I can have are very different things.”

Tonks fought down the urge to disagree. She had tried fighting his doubt for a year. She had watched Sirius rail against it to no avail. She bit down on her tongue and tried to think, tried to consider consequences the way that Remus did.

When she came up with nothing, she decided to just ask. “Why not?”

“What?”

“Why can’t you have what you want?”

He pulled his hands over his face. “I’m sorry. We shouldn’t have done this.”

She struggled again with her instinct to argue. He had agreed she loved him; she had agreed he was going to doubt. Those were the solid truths of their relationship, and when she had given her vows in the Potters’ garden, she had agreed that this doubt was a monster they would face together. “Can you tell me why?” she asked. “Please? I can’t read your mind, Remus. It moves too fast.”

He didn’t smile, but he did let his hands fall back down on the bed. “I’m —” His breath caught in his throat and he bit down on his lip. The pale scar that split his lip in two shimmered in the dim moonlight that filtered through the bedroom window.

Tonks quirked an eyebrow. “You mean you can’t have kids because you’re a werewolf?”

She felt the shudder through his entire body as she said the forbidden word — the word not even James nor Lily used. She berated herself for not thinking about the consequences, for forgetting how much Remus feared the word itself.

That was one of the things she had learned watching Sirius, James, and Lily in the Order. None of them used the word “werewolf,” even among close company. It wasn’t just about the secrecy for them, nor for Remus. There was something to the word, something tangible, that no one liked to bring up.

She hadn’t gotten to speak much with Remus’ father at the wedding, but after his awkward and slightly uncomfortable toast, she had gotten a glimpse into where Remus had come from. She wondered if Lyall would have any interest in a grandchild. She expected he would blanche at the thought, the way Remus was doing now.

“It’ll be alright,” she said, when the silence had gone on too long. And though it was foolish, she said, “You don’t have to be afraid.”

He didn’t say anything. They both knew that the fear was ever-present, and she did not think she could talk it out of him. She only wished that he would talk to her, instead of putting up this wall as he had done the last time she had come barreling into the briar patch that was built on Remus’ fears.

She reached her hand out and laced her fingers in the gaps between his. He squeezed her hand, and their night was quiet and still.

When morning came, the nausea came as Tonks had expected, as it had for the two mornings previous. But unlike the previous mornings, Remus was not there to stare worriedly as she slipped into the bathroom. Instead, there was only the impression of his head on the pillow beside her. Her hand was empty, and she was alone.

#remadora #everyone lives #hp everyone lives au

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flightofaqrow · 4 years ago

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Send 🌟 for lines of your writing that I enjoy a lot!

There’s probably a billion more that I could toss in here, but I’m pulling stuff that immediately jump to mind from my favorite threads, and what I can peep doing an archive skim. I’ll probably miss ones I really adored at the time IT’S IMPOSSIBLE TO PICK WITH YOU OKAY.

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Speaks lots about his character that he would drink it dry over mixed. A concoction often mixed with water for its taste. Something you sip, not drown yourself in.

And Qrow drowns.

He drowns himself in everything that he consumes. From the busted pack of cheap Parliaments in his pants pocket to the oxygen that he breathes. Knows no such thing as self-control. The one variable in his life that he seeks to restrain forever flowing freely from his fingertips. Feels the glass slip from his grasp and its only luck that he catches it before it clatters onto the counter.

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Wracked with guilt, Qrow pushes himself away from the counter onto shaky feet to look the other properly. Ozpin only taller by a few inches. He wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand, wet with booze and now tears that fell unprompted. The death of many weighing heavily on his conscious.

“I’m so… stupid,” Qrow breathed out finally, breaking the uncomfortable silence that fell between them.

“Everyone said not to, and I did.” A bitter laugh and Qrow’s face is all but happy. Twisted up in sadness and sorrow as he looked the other with pleading eyes.

“I gave you everything,” He breathed out, voice barely audible, “And you couldn’t give me the truth.”

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PLAY ALONG for now, mister.

Nothing more needed to be said as a warm body cozies up against his side, Qrow only mere seconds away from downing his third shot of Scotch. Sets the glass back down and he knows a trap when he sees one. Knows when a game is being played, having been one who played such games when he was younger, before Beacon.

A ploy harder to keep with age.

And age shows well on Qrow. It’s the weapon secured on the small of his black and the title he’s earned for himself that makes playing hard. He’s not as cute or coy about it anymore. Too well seasoned and trained for cheap party tricks. Secures information in more adult manner now.

A smirk graces plush lips as she leaned in, the smell of cheap perfume tickling his senses. Hooks an arm around her waist and pulls her forward and around, so she was trapped between him and the counter of the bar itself.

“Say no more, doll.”

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He’s hunched over the edge of a crate in the middle of a fucking alleyway in Mantle during a patrol. Clover the unfortunate sap stuck to tend to the huntsman in his current nauseated state of being. Withdrawal symptoms hitting him at the worse possible time and all he wants is for it to end.

A moment of peace in his life devoid of pain and suffering. He wants to breathe and be at ease. No fear of his semblance and what harm it could bring. No fear of being hurt and left behind to die. Could count the times he’s been left behind by the tribe to waste away. Liquor his saving grace from his misery.

Numbed the hurt and gave him something better to feel in return.

This, this was not better. This was miserable and god awful. This needed to end right now and all Qrow wants to do right now is to bitch and gripe about it. Shoves the hand reaching out to smooth his hair back away as he hurled once more.

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There’s a clench of his stomach in response. Empty. The idea of eating is unappealing to the Branwen however. The body wants, but Qrow does not feel the urge to feed it. Craving for liquor and basic necessities all merged into one, he can’t quite tell the difference anymore.

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HE’S QUICK. He has to be. Doesn’t have muscles oozing off of him like every other huntsman he knows. No where like anyone else in the tribe. Qrow is all speed and skill. A natural talent honed in on to make up for the everything that follows him. He over compensates for being a bad luck charm. The movement is fluid. A smooth transition, from running up on the Grimm, the fall of his footsteps quiet and controlled, to the extension of Harbinger. Qrow pirouettes from first position to second and swings down into third. Harbinger’s blade slicing clean through with each transition as he comes into place in front of Clover. Stops mere inches from slicing the other in half with his scythe. Cool metal starring dangerously into the face of the other.

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[ THIS IS A PLACEHOLDER FOR ONE I CAN’T FIND. THERE WAS AN AWESOME METAPHOR/TURN OF PHRASE WITH CLOVER AND CARDS AND I THINK A BLACKJACK REFERENCE AND FOR THE LIFE OF ME I CANNOT FIND IT!!! I liked it so much I read it out loud to my husband oh my god I’m so mad I don’t remember when it was... ]

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I won’t copy/post nsfw stuff, it might even be weird to mention it but uuhhhhhh THIS WHOLE ANSWER

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It’s like kissing ink on paper, bitter with a touch of something else underneath. Meant to stain and leave an impression.

[ oddly enough the first half of the imagery with these lines kind of had a disconnect for me, because while I appreciated the hell out of the reference I couldn’t see why black coffee would need to be shaken OR stirred, so I wasn’t exactly sure what was being communicated. THE INK METAPHOR HIT ME HARD THO. especially with the concept of it being a layered thing. ]

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[JUST INSERT THE ENTIRE F’ING THREAD WITH STAT’S RAVEN OKAY. BUT UGH I GUESS I’LL PICK SOME]

Free them all from the burden of carving out their hearts and stabbing it into the trees of the woods where it can be maimed and torn apart by the very same creatures they hunt.

They’ve fought many times before and now should be no different to rekindle their love for one another. What she did hurts, but nothing hurts more than having a part of him forcibly torn away. To see her suffering further than he can feel from afar.

They’ve wounded each other enough as it is. Not a part of them scratch free. Their blades permanently carved into one another. Said things neither one of them truly meant and felt nothing, but each other’s pain in return. Tears shed from both twins, strong and overwhelmed with the emotional force combined by both parties.

Reaches out the only way he knows how, by baring himself whole. Put his emotions on display in it’s rawest form. Knows nothing else, but how to be honest. Tells her with little words that he still feels everything that she feels, if not more that she ever could. “I’m here, Raven.”

A hive abandoned by it’s own Queen is destined to die. Wither away blindly completing tasks with no end-goal.

He tightens his grip around her hand, rings pressing into the other’s skin. Only then is he mindful of how tight it exactly gotten. Something akin to fear in his hold. Like if he doesn’t take this, take all of it, she’ll slip away from him again and he’ll be here. Standing alone in the rain with an empty hand reminiscent of warmth he craves. Warmth that could only be fulfilled by her.

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[ I should actually do some of OURS huh... lmao]

No, Qrow offers himself up on a silver platter. Highlights his best features and puts it on display with the intention of captivating anyone who inched too close.

His next drink is lined up and Qrow circles the rim with his index finger. Feels the welcoming warmth of intoxication slowly begun to consume him. Combs through his hair with a level of familiarity and comfort he’s grown far too accustomed with. Beckons him to coo in delight at the sensation.

This conversation is far too convoluted to keep his interest. There is both nothing and everything going on at the same time and Qrow has little interest in thinking. If he was looking for a chat, he would have reported back to Ozpin hours ago. He would have followed through with his meeting with James, but he has done none and neither of these things.

He smiled as Briar laced their hand together, swinging their arms back and forth as they walked the streets of Mantle post-drinking spurge. Wherever it is their feet leads them is wherever they will go for the night. It doesn’t matter as long as she’s by his side.

Sweet is the first word to come to mind at such a brazen promise being bestowed upon him. Briar is sweet. How could she not be? Gentle in nature with consideration tucked under her belt. A dosage of sugar and spice he never knew he needed in his life. She is fun and a blast in the wake of his somber lifestyle.

Makes a request for rum and ginger ale, something sweet to satisfy his tongue. Far too odd for him to simply order whiskey on the rocks in a club. A drink meant for isolation, not mingling.

He pulls back and Qrow brushed at her shoulder with his hands to get rid of everything that left him. Disgusting as it is. Small smile on his lips as nervous laughter follows next. Doesn’t know what to do with himself as he stood there awkwardly, drenched to the bone in Briar’s apartment. “Hey,” he tried, “I’m back.” What else can he say after all that? The moment gone and Qrow more than ready to move on like it never happened.

It’s Briar! Qrow LOVES Briar. Qrow loves Briar except for when Briar is being the most Briar she can be and this, long pointed finger in his face as vermilion eyes narrowed at the sight of painted nails mere inches away from his nose as he drank is the least version of Briar he liked. Briar with a point.

The people outside the tribe far too fragile about their precious masculinity and feminity. Whereas Qrow could not care about these gender norms they aspire to. He sees a pretty outfit. He wants to wear it. It’s as simple as that.

OKAY ITS BEEN HOURS I NEED TO STOP AND MOVE ON BUT I COULD CONTINUE FOR MORE HOURS. I WANTED TO PUT SOME SIENNA ON HERE TOO BUT THIS IS SO LONG ALREADY SEND FROM THAT BLOG IF U WANT IT I GUESS. OKAY. ILU BEST BITCHHH

#infortunii #* behind closed doors = ooc *#* hey i got a tip for ya = meme response *#warning this is long af #my love for risa's writing knows no bounds

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