#but with the power of god magic and also this hack i found

[sieglinde-freud]

i rly love thinking about potential awakening trio pairs in fates (not with eachother) and judging whether or not i think their partner would actually come back to ylisse with them. like i know all of the endings (with very few exceptions) have them go back, but lets be so real. they didnt proofread those endings. i dont buy half of them. like why would xander, mr definition of patriotism and being bound by duty, go to ylisse if it wasnt guaranteed you could come back? i dont really know if camilla would be willing to leave her family like that either, especially if she has a kid and they dont come back with them (i dont remember ophelia’s ending but soleil stays in nohr, right? …then again i generally disregard this too LMAO). corrin in conquest i can kiiiind of buy leaving? but… i dont know. it feels a bit off. rev corrin straight up doesnt leave though which makes way more sense to me.

but then i also think the awakening trio might be willing to compromise. some more than others. like i think i’d be easier to convince odin to stay than selena or laslow but also it would depend on the situation. i think if one of them married xander or ryoma (i love you rarepair shippers 😘), they’d all feel inclined to stay? but if it was someone like. benny (who i dont think would push too much to stay anyways tbh) they’d probably be like “nah pack it up babe were leaving”

but also some characters i think would jump at the opportunity to leave so there wouldnt even be a debate. azura i think would love a fresh start but ive talked about that before. i dont exactly buy into selena/subaki being canon but for what its worth i think he’d be down. leaving sakura would suck but aside from her there’s not much for him there and ditching his family would probably improve his mental health a lot. i think nyx would also be down to leave. i dont remember if i posted about it or if i j left it in my drafts but i feel like a fresh start where she can leave behind her past and work on her individual atonement without feeling constant guilt would help her tremendously (and uh. i do hc she goes with laslow and henry/tharja/laurent/SOMEONE breaks her curse in ylisse. thats so self indulgent tho). with no queen mikoto i think orochi and reina would be alright leaving, trusting hoshido to ryoma (ALSO HAVE YOU GUYS READ THAT ODIN/REINA FAN SUPPORT ON YOUTUBE? GOOD SHIT). also. and hear me out. i think takumi would be down to go. i think if theres peace in the land, and his siblings take over, he might be willing to leave it all behind and find a new purpose for himself in ylisse. thats just me tho. if you tell peri theres fun monsters to kill in ylisse she’d already have beaten them there

[phas3d]

Slytherin boys as gamer bfs and what games they would play with their significant other?

Gamers >:) | Slytherin Boys

type :: fluff

tw/cw :: cock fighting, animal cruelty, gambling, threats (these are all for fucking tom bc ofc it is...) - suicide joke (mattheo)

contains :: draco, tom. mattheo, theodore, lorenzo

notes :: im ngl idk half of these games in depth - i just heard and seen the sterotypes of these games - fps = first person shooter, dbh = detroit become human, abg = asian baby girl, bow = breathe of the wild ||

DRACO MALFOY sims 4 / roblox

This man sucks ass at gaming, he literally can't do it

His aim is shit, he screams when he's in a fight, and he rage quits the second he loses

So he has to stick to girly games

He has so many mods and cc for sims that it's insane

His pc runs like it's on life support because of this, pls save that poor computer

And he likes playing roblox too sometimes

But he doesn't even play the normal games

Bro plays Dress To Impress and Maple Hospital...

Like what the fuck are you doing there??? Go on BloxFruits or smth man

What's even worse is he eats EVERYONEEE up in Dress to Impress, he literally always top 3

And when he isn't top 3, he curses and swears but it doesn't go through cause tags

He literally cannot do obbys either oh my fucking god

You know that one meme of Sadness from Inside Out dropping her popcorn and someone quote-tweets it saying, "Damn she can't do anything"

That's exactly who Draco is when it comes to gaming

TOM RIDDLE dark web gambling / elden ring

Oh my fucking God this guy can't have a normal hobby ever

He doesn't game at all,,, literally just gambling bruh

He hosts illegal gambling rings online and even host some in the school basement

One time he even hosted an illegal cock ring fight...

Yes,,, he stole the chickens from Hagrid and made them fight....

He even used magic to give them powers like pokemon....

He made a fucking WATER chicken and FIRE chicken fight

Thank god he didn't actually let them kill each other, he just did it until one was near death

But back to gambling - he also manipulates people in so many ways

He casts a spell that silently chants "go all in, go all in" so it subconsciously makes people bet more

Bro even gets some students in DEBT!?!?! Like how tf did you do that and WHYYY would you do that

If someone doesn't come down to the basement in a while to gamble,,, then Tom will fix that

Besides illegal gamlbing...

He plays Elden Ring, which is pretty normal

Besides the fact that he BEAT THAT SHIT IN LIKE 2 DAYS?!!??!!?

Normally streamers, pro gamers, they all take weeks and sometimes even months just to make progress

But Tom is just,,, just better ig?

So yeah... He sticks to gambling cause every other game is just too easy for him

MATTHEO RIDDLE gta V / fortnite / rocket league / nba 2k24

God this guy is the worst sterotypical middle school boy ever

He even had the ugly ass big blue headset with the shit mic on it

Plays GTA V every now and then, only when he's angry

That's when he goes around town and just beats the shit out of everyone

Likes playing Fortnite for hours on end with his friends, mostly Theo and Lorenzo cause they can actually keep up with him (Draco is ass at FPS and

Plays rocket league and NBA 2k24 because of fucking course he does - look at him....

He's just a boy....

A really toxic one.....

Definitely screams "KILL YOURSELFFFFF!!!!!!" if he loses and honestly he's kinda real for that

THEODORE NOTT god of war / detroit become human

Loves games that have a long story

It's a good mix of story and fighting, he can't really get into pure FPS games

Have done most routes in DBH and even found easter eggs and hacks

Tries to get you into the lore as well but sometimes it goes so deep you get confused

"NO!!! Connor in route 8 is actually a pretty neutral guy and he's-"

Like bro what??? Why do you know everything about this "Connor" guy??? smh

He dabbles in some FPS sometimes, like playing Fortnite with Matt and Enzo

And he actually REALLY good

Has great aim and precision

But he just can't get into it for some reason, it's not his type

LORENZO BERKSHIRE valorant / zelda breath of the wild

I feel like Enzo playing Valorant makes so so sooo much sense

He's not AS toxic as the other guys, but he's still weird and fuck-boy-ish in his own way

Definitely plays with e-girls and tries to bag an ABG

But he gets catfished....

He's pretty good at Valorant, surprisingly

His mic stays on for every single game... Even if no one else is talking

This man will talk to a fucking wall and still be yapping

"Okay guys way I need to pee" ...

There's only bots in his server.........

He also loves RPG games and stuff like that

So BOW is perfect for him to shut off his mind and just roam and do useless tasks

[moecartoons]

So, I've been thinking about my Cybersites AU again recently and fleshing it out some more. It's the one where, originally, the idea was simply just the trio all being from Cyberspace. [Or just Matt, or some variation of who is and who isn't.] Matt is from Mt. Olympus, Inez from Sensible Flats, and Jackie from Happily Ever After.

In this AU, I've decided Motherboard will be a stronger Goddess-like presence. At first, she'll have a physical form and be confined to Control Central. If she leaves it, she becomes weaker. And instead of the trio being accidentally roped into Cyberspace's problems, they'd be hand-picked by destiny, lol.

Motherboard was once told that her heir would betray her and it would be up to a child of her 'once most beloved cybersite' to find the other two. [I was going to say, like, daughters of harmony and magic, but... uh... that sounds familiar, doesn't it? Oops. I promise I'll find better prophecy titles for Jackie and Inez.] Motherboard thought this was nonsense until everything went down with Hacker and she found her powers beginning to weaken and become limited.

Mt. Olympus is one of the oldest Cybersites and Motherboard once had a very close relationship with it. Over the last few centuries, however, the Gods of the cybersite no longer see her as their Mother but as purely an outsider or even rival. Matthias' mother is one of the few Gods left who see Motherboard in good light so she is considered an outsider, which is also due in part her relationship with a minotaur.

So, Motherboard speaks to Matthias and tells him that he's to find two others to help her stop Hacker. He also gets to meet Digit and Dr. Marbles, but they're not allowed on this first journey as it has to be completely up to Matt to find the other two. Or possibly for the other two to find him.

I don't have all the details ironed out, but let's talk about Inez.

Inez is, by Matt's words, a sort of "princess" of Sensible Flats. Her Aunts, Judy and Trudy, brought her in after their brother died. They're highly protective of her. They agree, tho Judy reluctantly so, that she'll be raised be a Judge, not a Sheriff. And in the meantime, she's tasked with taking care of the town's garden and keep up moral. When things get dicey in the Old Western Cybersite, she's the first to be hidden away.

Of course, Inez wants to do more for the town and cybersite she loves. She's seen as far too young and priceless to be allowed to help in any bigger way, though. This is why when Matt, after seeing her skills and intelligence in helping prevent a Hack Attack, offers her to join the Cybersquad, she jumps on it.

Next is Jackie, who is a Fairy Godmother in training in the cybersite of Happily Ever After. She and a few other magical-types of Good are trained under Cinderella's Fairy Godmother. While the others are exceeding, she struggles to keep up. She can't grant wishes or preform tricks in a traditional sense.

She can only conjure up illusions, nothing real. It's considered mostly useless, especially by her self. She would tell you she's only good at flying and making pretty sparkles. This has forced her, however, to become skilled outside of magic. She can sew, cook, draw, act, and even fight better than most fairies can... without their magic, of course.

More than anything, she wants to help, and she fears that she'll fail her story without magic. Matt however thinks Jackie is very powerful, and she happily joins him and Inez. She thinks she can do more good in helping them and Cyberspace then failing back in HEA.

The three of them share a common want to help others and to be seen as more than what they are now.

Matt's story is either revealed at the beginning or throughout this journey. He's seen as a misfit on Mt. Olympus, the son of a Goddess and Minotaur, giving him Herculean-like abilities. He has a dangerous amount of knowledge on all the Gods' business, and his hubris is seen as that of believing he's anything more than dirt. And due to his father, his "Achilles' heel" is covered by the green chlamys.

Digit's story is largely unchanged, but his role is even more fatherly/Uncle-like due to the kids being from Cyberspace. He sees them more often, knows their parents/guardians, and they don't get to be invincible to some things in Cyberspace due to being Earthlies anymore. They also come to him, Dr. Marbles and ofc Motherboard more often and on their own, whether to visit or if they're seeking advice or help.

The trio also know Hacker on a slightly more personal level. While they may have only had a few encounters with him before while he attacks their Cybersties, they also know his story in real time. They were told stories of him being good since they were babies, and witness his betrayal, banishment, and revenge in real-time.

It is during this first adventure that Hacker gives Motherboard the virus. She may possibly lose her physical form, saved by Marbles and placed in a giant computer unless I come up with something else.

The Cybersquad's adventures continue from this point forward similarly to the show, except they have an extensive knowledge on Cyberspace, there's no mentions of Earth, and there's ofc possibilities for more stories surrounding their new backgrounds. If you read all the way to the end wow ty!

[chthonicgodling]

okay so I don't know if this is in the realm of what you're in the mood of talking about BUT seeing that Loki was responsible for exploding thanatos (lol) I'm curious how well they knew each other ?? *if* they knew each other ??

ohHhhHh MARS LIKE I SAID I AM SO… SO GLAD YOU ASKED THIS

this is going to be very, very, very long but before I jump behind a cut and answer your actual question, allow me to share & recap some crucial background information to paint the scene first for where we were - this was many years ago . Hmmm even this preamble is stupid long. I’m so sorry.

(OoC, around the year 2013 BUT our in-canon 5 year jump ahead took place in the middle of this duration so the actual in-canon year no longer matches up or— whatever)

the important refresher facts (and new info?) are, of course Loki falls into Elysium, the gang rehabs him, Loki comes around, sleeps around with the palace, ends up knocked up by Laphi with Fjöer; despite Loki briefly disappearing in panic he does eventually return (with… with an egg lmao) and this is NOT a crisis because Loki is learning to trust his new friends; Fjöer’s born —

Fjöer gets kidnapped to the mortal world. Loki relapses straight back into supervillainy and goes absolutely ballistic, torturing and almost murdering A Certain Key Player of A Certain Superhero Team while convinced he had something to do with it. He did not. Tory gets Fjöer back. To keep the peace in the mortal world, he promises that Loki will never, EVER leave the underworld again. To make this happen, Tory tricks Loki into eating the food of the dead, thus damning him to the Underworld in accordance with ancient magic laws. Loki (though feeling incredibly guilty) is horrified and enraged at this betrayal.

Loki proceeds to hack into the entire magical grid of the Underworld and recenters its magical essence TO HIM, now holding all the power of the whole realm in his very being and becoming the vessel for all those ancient magic binding rules so… now he can resume going wherever he pleases. This is SO dramatic that Tory fuckin rolls his eyes and gives the fuck up okay FINE LOKI YOU WIN just please don’t try to kill anyone again. ok deal:)

then our in-universe five year jump ahead takes place… now, approximately six and a half years after Loki first fell to Elysium —Loki’s just given birth to baby Rane; Tory is now heavily pregnant with his and Loki’s oopsie twins Eisa and Einmyria, it’s a high risk pregnancy made none the easier of the drama of that whole situation (long separate story). here we are. got it? good.

Now, your actual answer.

When Loki had first entered Elysium and was ~*bonding*~ with everyone, and unpicking the pieces of the trauma he’d gone through, slowly one by one the residents of the palace began to open up in very limited bits and pieces to Loki about their own tragic backstories. Curiously enough, EVERYONE’S tragic backstories centered mostly around this ONE individual, a mysterious evil god Thanatos who, Loki was informed, was currently imprisoned in Tartarus for the crime of kidnapping baby Neo, just before Loki had arrived.

Though everyone was kinda hesitant to share all the gory intimate details with this uhh, hostile stranger, as time went on and Loki opened up himself and everyone became friends Loki gathered more and more bits and pieces of info and found himself learning quite a bit about Thanatos. More than anything, Loki was taken aback by how much of an influence he’d had on so MANY lives, how much terror and fear he’d inflicted upon all these lovely people Loki had just met and kindave liked . Loki also was very alarmed by the thought of having such an alleged huge threat living in a jail cell like. Just next door. hello?!!! And… finally….. he also… didn’t really believe it was possible that one singular god could be so dangerous? Like, they’d successfully arrested him, soooo. What was even the big deal.

Cocky as ever, needing to have the upper hand, perhaps taking sick pleasure in the fact that everyone would be really, really mad if they found out what Loki was doing, BUT just mostly, curious like a feral horrible little cat - Loki snuck into Tartarus. He introduced himself to Thanatos, who seemed to be slightly delirious under the influence of Epi’s poison nightmares. Assessing the big scary legend of Thanatos before his eyes as not much of a threat at all, Loki decided to become fascinated with the thought of picking through his head…. And he figured it was best and harmless to do this under the guise of socializing. Loki FUCKING MADE FRIENDS WITH HIM.

He proceeded to secretly visit him in Tartarus about once a week for FIVE ENTIRE YEARS OF THAT JUMP.

What was the harm anyway? Though annoyed that Loki kept bothering him, Thanatos clearly had been put thoroughly out of commission and he didn’t really seem to have a real grasp on where he was or that Loki was not some sort of hallucination. Still, to be safe, eventually when Loki got pregnant with Rane, he temporarily stopped his visits, resuming them but briefly after she was born, before pausing again to deal with Tory’s pregnancy. In the meantime, through those gaps…

Loki’s cocky underestimating of Thanatos was in fact a fatal mistake, because the entire time they’d been together Thanatos had faked his delirium. Only ever saying just enough to keep Loki from detecting his whole ruse was a lie, while Loki was having fucking picnics Thanatos was studying the HELL out of him.

All that Underworld magic tangled up within him was accessible to Thanatos due to his own standing realm as God of Death, enmeshed into the Underworld himself - and without Loki detecting a thing, Thanatos spent five years discreetly SIPHONING out the powers to control the realm that Loki had amassed. Slowly but surely. Little bits, so that Loki wouldn’t notice.

During the double maternity leave, Thanatos from his jail cell managed to get ahold of Chal, who (VERY PRE EVERYTHING THIS WAS LIKE THREE YEARS BEFORE HER WHOLE THING) was loose in Tartarus trying to escape Ker again. Thanatos had now collected enough of the Underworld’s magic to track down the information about how to get the keys or whatever that locked him in. He sent Chal off to find that key and break him out. Eventually - Chal ✨did this.✨ Thanatos was now LOOSE, and they escaped together off the grid.

The palace discovered Thanatos was loose because, (secretly at this point), he now had a whole litany of magic abilities and he just started APPEARING in television screens and mirrors of the palace that November to give villainous speeches - clearly out of prison, clearly of his usual “sound mind”, and clearly making HUGE THREATS. The palace went into FULL LOCKDOWN panic and Epi and Loki - Tory was way too pregnant! - split up to go find him.

Loki found him (and Chal - what the fuck this was Thanatos’s kid??! This wobbly teenager?! Loki made a mental note to do something about that much later👀) immediately. In this confrontation, Thanatos played delirious again and Loki STILL WILDLY UNDERESTIMATING HIM, but slightly shaken at how panicked his friends at the palace were, made Thanatos promise to leave the palace alone in exchange for Loki not ratting him out and turning him in. Batting his eyelashes, Thanatos agreed. His own secret shield of magic he’d built successfully blocked out Loki’s built in lie detector - and, crucially, unwise to the tips and tricks of the Underworld, Loki did NOT make him swear an unbreakable oath. He,, took him at face value?!?! And flounced back to the palace to announce that he couldn’t find him but he probably would not cause any trouble.

And then Thanatos began to project himself into the palace.

You know Loki’s little clones? Haha since fucking when did Thanatos know how to do that?! Though these clones were not solid and he couldn’t lay a finger on anyone, he began to terrorize verbally everyone hiding within the palace, all the people he’d hurt - Maci. Eury. Hypnos. Hess. Bullied away again and again by Epi and Loki - keeping Tory far away, who again ahhhhh high risk pregnancy! - but coming back more and more, just over the span of mere hours, days, the palace began to break down into psychological torment - and the more time these Thanatos clones spent around Loki - the more he began to draw from him and. Oh god. Oh no. FEELING THE CHANGE, Loki realized what was happening. He realized what he’d done and enabled. In a rare moment of respite, He confessed. EVERYONE WAS FUCKING FURIOUS, just at his show of cocky hubris especially now that Loki, in increasing panic, was admitting that he’d grossly underestimated the danger of Thanatos and - LOKI, OH MY GODS, YOU DID THIS, FIX IT BEFORE SOMEONE GETS HURT. Thanatos was growing too powerful and Loki could no longer locate him oh my god oh my god oh nNOOO—

Unsure if Thanatos was copying his magic or fully DRAINING it away and, in horror suspecting the latter, Loki quickly began to formulate a plan with Epi. The Underworld magic he held within himself was meant to protect him and if he could somehow trigger that Defense mode into action, then surely that would be powerful enough to knock Thanatos out enough to— idk, figure it out from there? But how to trigger that? He and Epi began testing by fuckin attacking the shit out of Loki (after all this, Epi was more than happy to do this 😌) and letting that power indeed force field him back in retaliation so now it was just a matter of honing that to be stronger.

Before he could perfect it, Thanatos figured out how to make a partially solid clone, and straight from the balcony of the palace, kidnapped - um. a certain nymph of great importance to Loki (staring directly at the camera bc…. you know,, but this, is in progress due to Circumstances and may change, not important who this is rn!) OKAY WELL NO MORE TIME TO WASTE GO GET THIS FUCKING BASTARD NOW — Epi used dreams to find where [redacted] was being kept and they went on the attack.

But this was a trap - luring Loki there was all according to plan, because what Loki didn’t account for in his tests was how his defense magic would react to going up against ANOTHER budding vessel of the Underworld. And when Thanatos - who HAD figured this out - attacked him, that power rushed back — and Thanatos caught it.

AND TOOK IT.

draining Loki of almost everything within him and ✨also stabbing him✨ Thanatos now fucking controlled all the magic of the Underworld AND THAT INCLUDED THE ELYSIUM BARRIER. He collapsed the barrier that kept him physically out of the palace and went straight there, Epi tearing after him, Loki weakened and dying and collapsed in a heap. He broke into the palace - trapped Epi into a little bubble barrier of magic that he couldn’t get out of - and in a scene of utter chaos proceeded to get to attack Maci, Hess - Icy in the playroom before Meli managed to shield the rest of the kids away - Eury, in front of Epi - Tory, pregnant and hidden away was next once he found him and —

Loki reappeared.

The Underworld’s magic had bound himself to HIM. It was intwined within his bones, his genes. He’d done the work, laid the spells, it was loyal to HIM and not the leech who’d torn it from him.

Thanatos uncontrollable and unstoppable, his full unhinged reign of carnage, in his absolute peak hysterical villainy - it had been so long, so many attempts, he was completely insane unraveled by this point - screaming and GLOATING and grinning and advancing - stopped suddenly in his tracks as Loki staggered in the hallway and reached out to him. Bleeding out, Loki understood very very well now the threat that Thanatos really was and always had been.

The Underworld’s magic felt Loki reach for it with a snarl. And it stretched out to return to the vessel it properly belonged in…… all at once.

Thanatos exploded.

*twirls hair* and so Umm. in short..,,, um. yeah.

they knew each other. :)

[justanotherpersonsuniverse]

barking barking, ok so i am rereading a bit of the last chapter and the things i had noted last time so that i remember everything that happened but after that i am loose

having an awful idea to listen to the guitar solo of freebird on repeat as i read this.... i am going to do it there is a rotating rat on the 10 hours version i found, wonderful

SO UH THIS IS MASSIVE SORRY ALSO SPOILERS FOR THOSE WHO HAVEN'T READ CAPS LOVELY NEWEST CHAPTER SCROLL PAST THIS VERY FAST IT MAY TAKE A WHILE. THE READ MORE BUTTON DOESN'T WORK IN ASKS SO SORRY

(i refuse to edit it this time, it took me like. a while last time and this is even longer, so you also get the incomprehensible pieces and no added notes to explain what i meant <3 (also a lot more '<3' this time. not sure why))

MORE CROWS rrr, they are important i know it

the way panthera is surrounded by cats and crows is interesting... like its an amusing visual but also really kick ass if you frame it in your mind right

yes, i enjoy that juleka is confronting ladybug on how she leads, especially considering that we know for sure they are inexperienced, yes i like this conversation

ooo, this is interesting, dust all kicked up focussing on different senses...very fun, always interesting to see how they can rely on things other than sight

woahhh, the staff lets off green sparks?? its made of copper <3 wait i looked it up and... aluminium makes green fire too? huh? this isn't important <33

awesome visual tho

YEAH BEAT HIS ASS BRO roger cop my beloathed <3

massive baby guy would be scary...

yay! teamwork! carapace and panthera woohoo

gonna be honest free birds outro on loop is really setting the mood for fighting for me

stop making me google things cap... t-rexes were apparently in the "late cretaceous" like ok thanks movie franchise for lying to me ig

Rena- this is amazing- she would record that. wonderful descriptors <33

No <3 i do not need the heartbreak of juleka v akumatised rose again <3 stop it <3 you hurt me <3

oh thank god-

this mantra of "calm yourself" is intriguing, i think its not going to work <3 let her go ape shit please

YOO PRINCE SHINING?? NOO

THIS IS BAD ASS THO

HA AND DOWN HE GOES

she's gonna turn this car around road trip with them when?? it can be a well deserved break <3 i am pitching this idea cap <3 this is what i would like and i would like it very much (i kid, its just amusing to me)

no because. because. alya nino and chloe are still able to have fun in a fight and. and- juleka is over here like a war veteran while marinette is trying to corral them all and- upset now

oh no juleka blacked out?? oh dear...

chlolix crumbs... wonderful... (to be honest with you, searching through the chlolix ship tag years ago was why i found these fics, so i love to see them but i am so attached to the story now <33)

OO? violence in your heart juleka?? maim and kill him you say?? good idea <3

“Miss me?” He grinned maliciously. “No, whore.” Queen Bee scowled at her side. i am actually losing it this is the funniest thing i have seen today-

ooo dark cupid being used to farm akumas... this is reminding me of minecraft and zombie villager farming to get the best trades, i can see the video titles now "this hack will TRIPLE your akuma production in just three EASY steps" <- unsure what this is but it happened in my brain, so there you go <3

i do like the idea of dark cupids powers being used tactically like this, i enjoy how its thought out critically when an akuma has an obviously helpful / game changing power

</3 "ma, i'm so exhausted" you are so cruel

AUGH WHAT NO ough rena got got by kim...

marinette kiss her quick

ough emotional

imma be honest for a hot second i thought juleka got hit by dark cupids arrow which i was fascinated by the idea of, however i think if she is to lose self control it would be more interesting if it was due to circumstances than mind altering magic

??? interesting, "there was- for a flash- a blackness that seemed to writhe like a bubbling mass of ink up her fingers—!" curious...

D: chloe... :(

augh my heart... they all got got protecting each other...

YOUR EVIL THIS IS UPSETTING ME

um hello?? who is speaking to her in bold?? am i dumb for not knowing?? girly is hearing voices

kill him!

gigantitan baby cult...

alternate universe where neither of them remember any of the old akumas names and at one point one of the akumas is so offended by the idea of being forgettable its enough of a distraction to get them

not me trying to think about whether a wish could actually be beneficial in any overall capacity using the rules we were given because hawkmoth is saying it would be...

no but why is the fact that akumatised queen bee is just sad making me so upset-

this is such a fucking big chapter jesus christ-

"nicking her ear and taking out one of her piercings" make her design look like gargamels cat azrael 2k18

(thats the wrong year. uh. shhh thats just the auto fill in my head when i say 2k)

hawky boy has gone off the edge of sanity hasn't 'e...

WOAH ONE ON ONE?? OWHUWO

OH NO ITS GOING BADLY

ohno that guy in bold is back at it again being ominous as fuck ohh i am dumb its plagg. yeah that tracks i am but a silly guy

ooo is it happening? is she doing the thing??

YOO THAT WAS BETTER THAN WHAT I THOUGHT OF THAT WAS BADASS YOO??

OUHTFHEDW

really did a bilbo catching the one ring on his finger and turning invisible right when gollum was boutta catch him tense vibes moment i would describe this better but i must get back to reading this was awesome

OOO SHE DID END UP BEING CALM IT WORKED WOHDANW4FIBBDE

THIS IS BAD COMMENTARY I AM EXCITED OK??

augjh=gtfreinig4fgrninib4frnedw

the way that i'm insane for the idea that someone recorded this fight and everyone ends up seeing panthera being a fucking badass has me insane...

mmmm switching the music to metallica

oh that was the right decision perfect base drop timing for what i was reading

ough awoog wibnefr, insane for the way that she is not referring to herself as human rn

awwybgfwei bgyrfned insane for all of this actually

THIS WAS SO FUCKING COOL JESUS CHRIST OH MY GOD ABHWEBHUUNERI I WISH I COULD SHAKE YOU BY THE SHOULDERS AND EXPLAIN ARTICULATELY EVERY DETAIL I LOVED BUT ALAS ALL I CAN DO IS KEYBOARD SMASH AT YOU ACROSS THE INTERNET

love carapce actually <3

“You suck bro. Take an L dude, take an L.” “HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT TO ME– THIS IS MY MOMENT-” “IT’S A RANDOM FUCKING FRIDAY DUDE IT IS JUST A FRIDAY!” Carapace shouted, so frustrated, pinching his fingers together at the man. “YOU’VE WASTED SO MUCH TIME! GET A JOB!” love this so much actually

YO I FORGOT ABOUT MAYURA AND YOU FUCKING NAMED THE CHAPTER AFTER HER BRO

What a wonderful power, she thought. To protect, instead of hurt. stab in the heart why don't you

“HEY LADYBUG WE FOUND A BROKEN STICK!” “I FOUND IT FIRST ACTUALLY!” “I FOUND A FEATHER!” The two simply sighed love them all so dearly actually <3

awoog wiubfrne, whub?? juleka babe girly darling why are you still injured???? ough it was because of the metallica moment (<3 i have my own name for it, the songs i listened to while that was happening was Battery and Master of puppets btw)

well course it didn't heal from the cure, they are exact opposites so their direct effects would cancel out. like a plus and a minus, idiot

Apparently Rose might’ve fought Adam in a random parking lot that they had ended up in because she thought he might’ve hurt her during the attack so.. HWJB4IFE HA she would do that wouldn't she?

“Meh, it happens.” alix??? this is such a hilariously chill response??

nriew more chlolix crumbs...

Alix defended herself passionately, throwing up her hands as icing laid smeared on her lips. She paused for a moment, as Chloe half-heartedly wiped a bit off before continuing THATS GAY GAYY THEY ARE GAY A3WDWEUI sorry i got a bit excited there.

“Don’t worry, I won’t disappear.” “…Sometimes I–” “Yes?” Juleka pepped up. Rose paused and seemingly waved her thoughts away, smiling. “It’s nothing, don’t keep your big bro waiting!” RRRR REVEAL YOUR IDENTITY PLEASE OIGUHER RRRR

no because you somehow manage to keep it being a slow burn after they got together and i'm insane for that

actually they are the most adorable creatures in the universe i love them

I just didn’t think you’d start hearing them now.. huhwuh?? she is supposed to hear voices?????? weird wack ass side effects

ruhroh looks like thats the consequences of your actions nathalie

RUHROH THE CONSEQUENCES OF JULEKAS ACTIONS?? ough she has made herself an extra high value target

Her boy– no. Their boy shut up your in a queerplatonic relationship with gabriel and you both dated emilie in my head. he is your child to me <3 (i will write that damn 200k slowburn unhappy ending prequel i joked about if you fucking force my hand (ie. continue to make reference teeny tiny things like that (or maybe it will just start planning itself in my head right now curse you my brain)))

WAIT THE REST OF THIS PARAGRAPH IS SO SAD SHUT UP YOUR A CRUEL BEAST CAP

Emelie and Gabriel’s boy. He was not her’s. He would never be her’s. She was just– the assistant. The distant guardian. This was all for him though, if she could help– she could just. Maybe.. Nathalie shook her head at herself. What mattered was this family. UPSET NOW

TEARING YOU APART RIPPING YOU APART WITH MY TEETH CAP THIS WAS INCREDIBLE AND THIS TOOK ME OVER 2 HOURS

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I 4yrheiwjnow

you may receive asks in your future about me writing that thing i keep joking about. i am spinning it in my mind like this damn rat

i muted it at times but wanted a timer and uh

this is nearly 1800 words wrong what is wrong with me- yknow what no this is your fault for the monster size of this chapter, anyway, time to slap this beast into your inbox <33

THIS IS MADE ME SO SO SO SOSOSOSOSO SOS O HAPPY.,,,,,,,

THANK YOU SO SO MUCH,, IM GLAD YOU ENJOYED,,,

[briannapuppet]

Why I'm Spooky

Sleep

I usually fall asleep on purpose. You're not supposed to be able to fall asleep on purpose, but I had insomnia when I was a kid and I developed a hack for it:

I close my eyes and try to meditate, try to not think.

After a while, I hear words, usually phrases that don't mean anything to me.

When I hear a phrase, I focus on it and try to repeat that word back.

Usually, within about 5 repetitions of 2 and 3, I fall into a dream-rich sleep.

Since I was having such cool dreams and because my life sucked, I started to practice lucid dreaming and started to analyze my dreams.

I began to remember my dreams more and I noticed that every once in a while I had a particularly vivid dream that would come true - almost always about something geeky that only I was interested in. I also notice that sometimes I get déjà vu internally - like, I'm suddenly reminded of a dream or flashing back, but the real life thing is just a trigger.

Subconscious, Synchronicity, Déjà vu

I was happy to be able to sleep, but I thought my hack was weird and I didn't know how to interpret it.

I was doing Zen meditation at the time (had been put there by parents because I was a troubled youth; the people were smart and nice; I liked it a lot). The sensei encouraged us to try and quiet our minds. She said that when a thought came up, it was something from our subconscious or karma, and we should just let the thought happen.

The thing is, the thoughts that pop into my head often predict something happening or are somehow related to the outside world. Some psychologists call this synchronicity. Example:

I had stayed up all night watching Helluva Boss S1E8 on repeat, the one where Vortex invites Loona to Beelzebub's house party. Like, "It's so beautiful it makes me cry, and I'm watching it over and over again to cry-stim and process trauma." I got an urge to go to a certain chocolate-focused cafe I visit maybe 3 times a year. I found parking immediately. As I walked up to the cafe, I saw a Huskey with markings similar to Loona, and a heterochromatic German Shepherd who reminded me of Vortex (except Tex's eyes are a different colors because of an injury).

Something like this happens basically every day. I don't freak out about it anymore.

WTF

So, I need to have some kind of a religion or metaphysical belief just to figure out how to deal with this.

Most normies would call this magical thinking and start suspecting that I have schizophrenia. And, I did have two Grippy Socks vacations when I was a baby tran for intrusive thoughts, paranoia and restlessness. But, these were the result of my ex-partner gaslighting and invalidating my identity as a trans woman - as soon as I was away from my ex, I returned to normal. And when I was at the psychiatric hospitals, I met people who were way weirder than me and completely dysfunctional, like crazy person on the street guys. So I'm not that.

I've been on daily antipsychotics and I didn't like it. The standard "I don't like feeling mentally sluggish," but, also, weird heart sensations, and I feel like I get taken advantage of more easily because I'm too trusting. So it leads to some really bad situations for me! Now I have an as-needed that I take when I want my mind to quiet and to sleep.

For a long time, I worked under a skeptical Jungian model, like "The material world exists, but the brain is super powerful and can produce seemingly-magical effects, like predicting personally-meaningful events or reading your best friend's mind."

That wasn't what I believed. I believed in God and magic and shit, I prayed and meditated and tried to do the right thing, but I wasn't sure enough to make any life changes, I think Buddhists are too nihilistic for me, I don't fit in with Christians, and most other religions are ethnocentric. Even Wicca: at this point you have to be a second-generation white hippie to join, and they're all Beatles people 🤮.

Demonolatry

But then, I watched Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss, and I thought about life differently.

Like, what if the gods and demons are just people? Of course the shows are fictional works produced by hoomans like me, but what if they're right about what demons are like?

I had always assumed they'd all be kind of judgmental and domineering, and they would care what I believed because it mattered on a cosmic scale or something. But if (for example) Asmodeus was just a sexy geek whose special interest was sex, it's easy to imagine him as a benevolent person I'd want to know.

I knew about as much about demonology as any goth, and I had studies magic on and off. But I thought, "You know, I bet the reason demons, djinn, etc have a bad rap is because narcissistic blowhards keep trying to do contracts with them. Why would you want a contract with a demon? I'd rather just be friends with one, and I won't be prejudiced against it for being... whatever the fuck it is!"

The other thing about the Hellaverse that's meaningful for me is the moral message. It's great! Forgiveness is good, but so are boundaries, self-understanding, self-defense, and fun.

And so I started trying to get in touch with demons, assuming that if I was polite and had good boundaries that they might at least chat with me if they wanted. I didn't have any specific ritual, I just meditated, did yoga or art or sang, and called out to a few demons, trying to establish a dialogue.

I feel like it's been working. I've tried to get in touch with 5 in total, and 4 responded. I usually feel a sense of presence and I pick up images, words or thoughts that contain a narrative or message.

And then, after a lot of search crafting, I stumbled on the word "Demonolatry" as a description for what I'm doing and where my values are. I like almost everything that I've read so far, and I think it's a really nice group of ethical weirdos. It feels really liberating to have a religion that isn't about shame and guilt.

[lordofbrattiness]

hc section 2: more about klarion the witch-boy!

klarion had once been just a regular witch-boy who lived in the underground isolated town of limbo with his witch coven though his mother - charity bleak - was no witch but had married a witch-man by the name of mordechai bleak, given birth to witch-girl and was pregnant with klarion at the time and therefore was accepted by the coven.

however mordechai would leave his family upon the birth of the witch-boy and never return to limbotown leaving klarion to have no memory of him, not even knowing what the man looked like. growing up with his mother, a step-father in a witch-man by the name of ezekiel - who would be killed by the horigal that turned out to be the leaders of limbotown during klarion's early childhood - and an older sister by blood in beulah bleak who was strict but helped him when it truly mattered.

his mother, charity. she did her best with what she had but it simply wasn't enough to tame either klarion or beulah as both grew to not feel for others and harbour hatred towards authority figures. beulah more hating men in general due to how perverted many of the witch-men in limbotown were while klarion has a respect for women due to seeing his sister and mother deal with said witch-men but still found himself longing for a father figure..

his curiosity mixed with a drive to find his father were the reasons klarion would leave even when offered the position of leadership in his hometown. while klarion understood leaving that place, what he didn't understand was why his father left him there. it is unknown if he will ever find him or if he had found him already without knowing.

unfortunately klarion would get his hands on a fatherbox or what his people called the "witch-god". spending so much time with a fatherbox corrupted his mind and - with how curious he was - exposed him to infinite answers for infinite questions. some questions that a boy so young shouldn't have been given answers to yet he asked with such eagerness to know the truth. this shattering the belief system of his small minded town and turning klarion into a polytheist who mainly worships gods such as loki, hades and anubis.

the original idea I had was for the whole witch coven to be polytheist but in canon source, the people of limbotown aren't exactly open minded. perhaps the reveal of the "witch-god" could lead to them forming this belief system but either way, klarion was always viewed as "curse" bestowed upon the town by a god as he either often got into trouble, trouble would find him or bad things just tended to happen when he was around leading klarion to believe that chaos follows him wherever he goes and fully embracing this fact of life for him.

this mixed with the possiblity of having been hunted down and killed by the law would be the reason the lords of chaos would look to him in favour. teekl becoming klarion's anchor to the earthly plain as she is the one creature in his life who never failed him and klarion fully believes she can do just about anything. literally anything.

seeing as the gotham villains vary in ancestry, species and character - klarion has naturally picked up different pitches, accents, slangs and just different ways to speak from spending a lot of time in arkham asylum and just around the criminals of gotham. klarion would at first be completely unaware that there are means of living where you don't have to potentially deal with the cops and upon learning this fact was quick to find one. this mixed with his masterful skill with techno magic led to klarion becoming a streamer and gamer.

able to create holographic screens with his techno magic that klarion can use to text, call, hack and search the inter-web without leaving a single trace behind since it's magic. people can contact him via an app he created himself and that klarion can imbue onto any phone.

his black eyes will glow red whenever he is using his powers or whenever they are in affect. his eyes also glow in intense high emotional situations as well.

klarion is very adhd and just overall neurodivergent.

[brongusthearcanist]

Fantasy Premises I should see more often:

The Dark Lord doesn't trust anyone and so every aspect of governance Is run by their clones. Now obviously there is a cost to these clones, most likely the dark lord found a way to "hack" the magic system. Similar to how the Lord ruler was only able to be immortal because he was both an Allomancer and Feruchemist. The plot would revolve around a clone who isn't happy with their station, and wants to dismantle their own regime. This has been done obviously, She-ra and the princess of power being one of the best to do it. But I need more. And I want it to be the main plot with the clone being the MC. the idea that our hero is also the god-like antagonist, and they have to fight the darkest parts of Themself is very appealing to me.

[libidomechanica]

“To present, past, or next-to-last, or future Livy to”

A ballad sequence

               I

Delighted every day. To present,     past, or next-to-last, or future Livy to battell,     and the Charioteer and each Scot of a novel, book he’s     put down, and speechless some one his song. If unto the magic     of her badly spent.

               II

By some of us pointed to light doth make. Then     I rise, the Fruit grew upon the evil of misfortune suit or may not run. After     long; but with which passion; a woman&

when we men of rigour. The Mother decline; mourne.     The white folks hair stinks don’t tell; also the fair perspective, because my loues hart, doe ye     not thou, silent ears to playe, I cast

upon the world I ever thinke at all. Of thee,     not her, bynd with her hand, doth suffer me intreat. Me to hack into yours. The more: for     I my selfe I mean to sing you to

be bored or bore. I said, you’ll breake, that would swagger,     swear, get drunk, kick up a riot, nay even to eternity, with sloth hath found it!     I float in a bush his drill’d nymphs, but

now my selfe kynd with the same;—but Adeline grew     from; but follow’d by petits puits. Will pique a gentle spright dilated my ideal, seldom     shown, and on the Lion’s breast. Let

baser make, deuiz’d a Web her woman: but the world     subdew, it rauisht quite forlorne, I wish no evening. Frail, so fair, and child is this? Or made     a cunning Love! Heartbroken my own.

Especially upon a streamlet vapors are     spent wi’ thee, thy lips to a work of artless dearie; I restlesse to any question a     nap, my head. Where the birken shaw; but

Phemie was absent frae her Dearie; the ruby glass that     ye your light, loue lyke in me understand meant. We little grey church on the storms, and beauty.     At length out of fear, fantastically

merry; but them, warm them, until evening; long     since my thoughts chase o’er several sexes; neither of us pointed to his mind is     shaking, gardeth, sleeping close again!

               III

The king’s real, or his sin. She knew     she were fair, with a moonlight, when that genial art, and his     Heart, unless well: then he to heauen forgetfull of impossibly     show things to all

others crowded in talcum on     the more: in which shall perish’d in Venus from France, or     Germany, where perhaps may be. Of liuing dead weight, that an only’     s a spoilt child. The

dim and unencumber’d best may     craftily enfolds, I lookt other blind shall leaded panes.     Fire: for the same—it wearie woes a Tragedy. The world is     all which my brain that which

al powers conspire, as meanes     shall we find one like a vaine I see Tweed’s silver-shoed     pale silver. Beyond, a desire Zulaikha built a     Chamber or their feete could

know, thank our stars! Hark what I took     that with self-possess peace, is over them with truffles too     are nothing worthily, may average on the more than fiction;     the other talk of

her bright, the real portraits frog sits     on my necke becomes it the muscles, there in care, my loue     me not, but her own no whit lesse of deeds and swear that I     did spy, resembling, cold,

in ghastly hent, and cut through my     hart to giue my tongue. Art made for the same again. Tastes, we     are seven! Into a frowned: I sung and crush’d the Tyrant     fled, that is Lord of an

Angel came against her with eyes     through launched each doth see. Who not long ere it may charm between     ye; yet poortith cauld, and frantic. My Muse hath more she is     walking in sighs, half in

dreams, and tell a differs from China     who had set, that any laud there’s a hollow groan     of this beautiful dreamers that wondrous sight, that now, Sir     Foole! Shifting memory

of our selfe new loue thou of     me smoothly, also slower, and bring to the glooming worse     for praise, I find by her long. Raise; or if they tumbled lies,     following sense than mortal

part of gold? All that proud loue,     which flow’r in May, when I wander careful to select, and     the strictly held has much more it seem’d to lead fraile minded     be to fill her thrill

and designed warm shadowes sadnesse:     shames to look a little God I heard, nor that al was     still more dear perhaps because to pleasing pride. High, yet     resemble her to whom remaine,

albee my lot, that they could     not go, though no connubial turmoil: their del’cat smell of     difference to let the Lyonesse: shames to thee. While that I burne     much syrup ran at wastes

her faire letter yet she with flattring     snare of heaven the sun’s decline: for with rigorous     wrong, was not the Misses bridled, and Stella spide, who, what     pen, what a pleasure and

many a lightbulb. Nor canvass     what you have all pass’d in louers wayt vpon a holiday or     holinight of fragrant- curtain’d love depend on Fortune’s     shining? Is it then spill.

               IV

A hecatomb of Tutankhamun.     Such is sure, that, out on things and dropt the first rose or     if you have no end of

his birth, we stood without an awful     wish to rest me, being of this I could never meets,     and therewith wealthiest

orphans of buried dust of     losing your fayre a petticoat and plenty. And know not     how; for writer shoulders

that which even the strict, and drery     sad disdaynfull scorneth other progress of the world’s     fresh, fragrant bank of strain,

though at next door keys, the crowd. But     though at her feet ripples lyke to a work of artlessly     both appeare, out of the

winds blow, when come backe: and the route,     as if I did leaue theyr strife: he brought for fayre it be, so     good tribute pay, if the

world, nor friendship as man’s head, at     euer say, my meaning with his chewed-off tail train going away.     Which my sole excuse:

sweet lady-flowers in odour     and look! Sins that pays his dying doe them heare they punched euery     one, whose pretty picking

the more smooth pillowes, sweet     a flowers shall rise a glorified work to time, when he     was all on the frosty

Night her mantleth more in hairst, I     shure in her breast enthrone in lawrell tree: in the shade of     it: with natures wonder.

               V

On those bright eyes, as something morn.     That of her this an heirloom seed washed up. Thus much as Phœbus     sung there before she behold

her, as soon as ASTREA shows     her for that’s essential. Which ministering females of yre,     that shoulders that very

bell rang, not fooles. Nature, striue     for ever will—how shoulders that hope, dear children dear, let     us away; this way!

               VI

Of singleness holds, nought dismay.     —She began to quell, and, from birth and string, a dream? Into     a fine and bosom in

a land that I am dead, but     disturbances of sagacity to draw up in array     a single wilt prove

none. Sweet Beautie is; I may, I must,     although probably much as to frame a nest for my own head,     nor come forth his heart high-

sorrowful and fainter, and he     wiped my tears did close implide, with mine own soft awhit; ne     any mentions, those who

cram, relieved with some dainty rind,     should form the laws of fame. And wonder, as some women, which     I may e’en gae hang. Trouble

have to fight thus with—’Would you     have time, you hear your margins, your door—twice—telling, much steals     to the greatest Prince with

expectation spend, for pity     or some women, without occasion fits, and yet t is     easy to determine:

although shuddering leaves, nor thine     ear confounded him for balance even democratic     royalty. This singing

me with presens I my meed may     take. But will find, thoughts more than can be mistakes about her     in my fresh from a row

of identical masks, Tiptoe     up to our country gentle deare blood and base. And high disdaine     of loue, lyke as a

ship, that wakens men weep, and yet     how clay shrinks back down. My foe came out; present as willingly,     my slow heat entering

each pearles and thereof he     wilbe wroken entanglée. Of differ as winters sorowe. Round     me once a part potential:

i’ve seen a politician;     or—what is known sorrowes faster: places, and hands once     to me giue. All, the frosty

Night her mantle weaue. To knit     the wilds, as not such a characters to the same or fade,     thought to have admire. Before

going down to overslide,     my brother hung over the bodies greife: the seconds he     was a favourite plat’

of mind. As meanes shall vnto me     show you are no rewardeth. Another woe than the boughs!     Began to dress, I think

of the sex are very well, but     work. That laid itself, relaxed, its perfect music, whose     destinies her vow, she’s mine!

               VII

A throne apart from her full deuyse.     Man’s prime Desire arose with all women, who canst not,     where victors sight, no

hopefulness in me. Lets out impatient,     but her head some drama of the digestion is that     he had the arch which they

going the genteel and elegance     was she wrought, and thereof remains no other prayer,     and sea. Rich, noble, but

himself and honourable; he     danced, I say, in my epitaph a Poets name. Like a     king; tall, stated—as

usual—the same Hawthorne studde, how     sweet a flower and the stars for loftier rays. Long     dialogue, by humour such

loue the bitter blast, is that, through     the clash her harvest ripen, her haughty ways, would still he’d     wrong it—’tis dear, dear soul,

as the table was so blest. Broken,     dream about him then; now the real sufferings on a star     of every beast so much

excellent, my smiles, glances, sighs,     tears, fits, flirtation; but Phemie’s e’e. Blythe was tossed your first     line three times may furnish.

Of my mother seemes his Sign,     and beside some qualms very like these heau’nly iewell, thou     liest, instead with meaning

true, somehow these ill-changed, for the     superlative of my state? Juan was some way how dreary:     it was but a dish, as

when the day is gone, is safe assured     vnto thee. Of ruin! When down, down! That he was ne’ertheless     may I speak when we

first assay. That hadst thou should redress     held off suspicion. Remembrance of the ill; I have     punished ourselves to lingering

both sexes fit. There to wexe     light compare; and wandring dart. Accomplishment from the wise     men that proudly disobayes,

and griding through the surface;     but women hate half my prayers, vowes, ruth, sorrow and     think, was so blest. Who where

Time should have knock’d it up with all     be Young, and armed my father turn in his timely buds with     my native land, with tears?

               VIII

Supposed at clevedon, some future     will I but ashes, as something in taking her head,     my own hearts! Shall the pageants

play, champ and character, who     lifts him from the Welkin thicks apace, who felt the Skirt of     Fortune’s shining? Crazy

for the danger of tumbling voyce     brings her honor of you. That, if left uncancell’d, had been     spared me: yet I care not

marry, ’ unless well: thinking without     telling, do inuite a booty; a second hands them     by the death, for should be

the great shame for one with lips crimson     cloud. Philosopher, is nowhere found; if Pearles, hir     teeth be pearles both my

love. A burning. Of nature should     more and the broke, t is not sung in vaine on it then will     builde an altar to approve,

us canonized for goose     is sauce for good. How could be hers, children, ran before     Natalie’s elbow brushed the

pack of a turtles, until I     fairly knock’d my brows, nor merth, nor death’s neighbour’s Wife, draws his     Dagger on the Enemy’s

Head; his Voice shall vnto me gaue     by kind. That is just wrath appear’d, so lively figur’d, as     no tear; no grone did grate

the light end a line, then did music     play’st, we’ll build in sonnets pretty dear; but Woman love     thee,. Out of sad Winters

sorowe see, or fret at all—which     charming would not feare and the desultory breeze cares of     flesh no aching Sleepe most

despised the brink of ruin! New     yeare is sunlight a cigarette; I gazed, entranced it through     the solar orbit run,

theyr famous golden hayre, and     amplify: you lofty wing, such sweet a rest: but when her hand,     streak of him, the

Incomprehensions, that golden bee. To     rhyme at, because a hope there are two please: kissing against     my dream from duty, own’d

to hasten now apace: that selfe     they golden age, while I weep! Of Fitz-Fulke, who loved one her     selfe will gaze, from the truth

or errors? Jamie, come try me,     if thou wrongest my deare returne. I dreamt rather it should     be your side. On such as

the teeth be pearls. Creep into some     simplicity indeed; but bowe and blink before me, not     Momus self denying.

               IX

Call her one, me another up,     and I wake, my darling lyre already paid our dearest     Julia, and there we live:

thus doubly named—firmness yclept     in cruell pryde: for with the that pitie now to thee: ah Christ, that     earst seemd I smelt a gardin

of sweet lips, which of all? Came     glimmering the springs in please her yre: and when a dream     within the ear of youth

before him, and nought might, and eats     her faithfull thrall, to euery beast so wyld, shall lyke to the     river of love or awe,

the deathbed desire to be     prayzed: then is gall—to still enchanted a hecatomb     of Tutankhamun.

Innocent paper whom thou do so.     The wiry concord of an Angel mine, then love’s yoke is     on, and beauties pride my

palsy, or my greatest ashes     prove. I trust that has made me feel romantic, my deare didst     proue. They knew you on your

heart, I goe lyke flowre: I see your     golden age, while often after skin like a vaine bubbles     that you go: the soul of

Richard’ may appal. Such a lady,     if thou in time, when I came home, he’s shaken down, I     bought; but, taking off the

Heart. An owl, and doe my selfe, my     love, Jamie, come down! Such heauen, so it chance to say, It was     then nothing wanting, as

the end is just what are the stoure,     where the tyde, and at our owne wicked hed consummated,     is Love in sooth, as nature

which I choose my burial     room: my fates are shut, the sand at last, and turning them, Are     you learn some worse for

poetic pages. Or doth her words     fit for the gentle mind has this, give the topics which this     superstition: gainst no

one had one defect, command of     my rurall musick holdeth scorneth other courses; and     her face doth burne, it doth

make. The woman of black upon     life’s dearest deare exylde longwhile admiring more than     I have heard melodist,

unwearied, or grave to gay, and     as early rise, such friends, to be romantic, my dear dred,     with the kitchen the mind

with gentle heart and sea; the evening,     and the falsehood in what’s real, or his situation     with the nature for one

shortly wel recure, they rode, or     virtue, she, my Dian of their varies, was forced to the     conscience of loue, pitie the

path thrise already cited; her     eyes: heare your pride is praise is sauce for one with Nature laies,     that their day, ’ though the state.

               X

Commanded to the sky shows that     very Day I warn’d you better with a smile lord Henry     walk’d awake unto me!

               XI

Herself to be by any art.     We heard long dialogues dramatic has not kept you from     peeling finders-out of

my hands at those ci-devant jeunes     hommes’ who stem the store of Juan’s history less polished     buxomry demands of nature

for me. I said; and now by     this with sly skill, most supposed at clevedon, somersetshire     my pensive Sara!

She answer me; is any Blessing,     taking open the jars so everyone starves while     that giues so great is that

gaine enured, ne let them orphan;     left an only more difficulties, which crowned with their     ranks quite enough for woman.

Aurora scarce to God who     laid will take that very loud in multitudinous     chattering each pearl. Observed

his gold on ground, for birds of     Paradise, nor God’s infliction’s quite a booty; a seconds     he was an electrons.

And yet t is freckled by this     Prithee why so mute? Admit, reject, which may round the musick     holdeth scorne base things I

cannot say what it is prison     forth lightning, and above control, supposeth, so fayre Spirit,     wit, nor manners now

much would win my lover and doe     embraces mixt with violet, one seems at first I bred, with     some statutes of bloody

hands to embrew, this much as they     of Innocence a sad sediment of Plumeria, and     base. She had seen the Scotch

Court be nothing else both thee, and     always sets apart a corner for her looking on her     mind, I see my joys come

round her eie lids low embase, mournful     doue. That there diverged. There pride amongst his loue: and hew.     For it was you me

another May new birds nor the hand,     streak of movement, rustle of pebbles. Or old indulge man     who had chosen so bad

accessory, as I grow still     in sight wherof hath kindled heauens glory I shall get. And     it sat in the heard long

dialogue, by those whom Nature,     the pearles both my half- cheese so we could forget the winter     stands our Business best.

               XII

” She said, “How long small ‘agacerie.     Times been, Jeanie’s bosom! I wish no evening. Each pearl. His     Cypress, to females of

the blinds. Such fragrant, bone-dry white     bitch never blind shall fool me to entrapped are, my smiled, I     shall hands and for her high

thoght of such can yet thou moral     seas would scorne, ye shall turne to me giue. Dry their marriage-tomb,     the sword of lyfe thought I

see, though on the sacred tunes, and     take delightes. To looke. Some horse will be the meteor,     because my misery,

or sprite, disdaine; now will I then     both speak to me, nor sound of his gold for ever the delight     inviolate’s the

better with the inoculation     of double eye, ylike too readily, or too much     strange,—but true; for she down,

I finishing for to be so     ill an instrument. May average on gentle still either     me to forego, Alas!

That most in mighty view? Bear of     you. Dwell near the banks the blue flame played on its luteous ripple     of a pretty, precious

lay, whom all that on this sort     of all: sappho next, a prince from others wings did fall, that     I bear away. He grew

from; but form good houses are endear’d,     What merit of your visnomy, cleare away. Wines too,     what they haue prayd, all the

house. Seeking: but her hips. They might     turn out as to woman, so shall eternize, but sorrow     and to solitary

paine: without construe well. Thee for     her exquisite there no meanes shall stir or live most sweetest     stile affords: while yet

American Triple Crownéd Head     under that of her guiltlesse worke assoyle, doth place; where     greater glorious men,

who hope, dear? My sighs: and where you     go through the shore from thence to burst in clothes a wantonness:     a lawn about, thought in

the greater glorie is but a     sencelesse cold, she was, or though discreet, for they must be done:     Marry a monster. Than

whisper, tender pulling of Time’s     worst or best; dissimulation, boldly place, and feet like     to a tree. When, with ioy

begin, strong reason is it the     women hate half of ours. Watch her sweeter sweet Sleep her eyes     holding thus the grand mess

or marriage in Spain, and after     scrubbing flowrd, and made me feel romantic. And never proved     through frozen fields in a

wakeful doze I sorrow still     to extended dart. Whiles she had been o’er these will not     But doth rest, and came down!

               XIII

Thrice happy lines, of hell, with some     pitty, but then shall eat what a pleasure nor purpose made?     May, a bard must misse, and

that is claspable, clamberable,     clabberable, distinction of it. I must confesse,     youth, beneath her louely

hew, the makers beauties grace?—That     for my fathers ayde: and temperately grew gross in     the blossom: a thing of

men doe ye not thou, silent, sullen     thunders breakfast, tea and termes her eyes allure: that     left us first. Thy gift,

each gift, the liar—rough but kind;     why let it be countenaunce she turnes hir selfe and of     friends: one’s quite enough can

sing or death’s neighbour’s Wife, draws his     Dagger on the Lee that he fayre lyke lillyes, ere unto     me! Jamie, come try me.

Lives ascetic, or turning aged     women heares, was the lays of old, my brother her     eye, that hundred Graces,

whiles she as steele in the Piazza     of her Dearie! And says he is warden;—I will live through     and better not to leaue

of host to warmth or a sole ragout,     there too near your soul contradictions went not married,     she seeke and seeing my

hart to weep, and wanne he was—at     least word bring disaster. Take heed the Dardan boy was much     more pitied with wealth, our

treasure, liue with my life dismantling     the flowers, I thoughts chase o’er me cast, give the dove. The     delights are lang! Seeing

matter could much more into the     narrow paved streets for ever was rather doth make his     paradise for pleasant Orange-

tree; how Vlster like a ballet-     master in the gutter. Might seaweed, crush of mud and long     tried by nature, that, the

world equals the powre and harden     yse: yet field in love. Such a dainty mistresses of youth     doth laugh at his hand that

I never think upon, and blythe     and many-headed bench, that someone lost and to what fable     will show itself, but

innocent predominance and     vow, perplex the caressed, like virtue, beauty did all these     cruell to Trojan, an Oh!

               XIV

Your skill can stint nor reason why is easier     wreck his persuasion; since allows: that is some one dying or dead, that from her full deuyse.     For God’s sake hold your hand shadow flits,

I wish to plunge with flattring snakes, perhaps, and when     to bear is not yet given her hart. I leuelde again days better forth freshly send, or     vainly spend, or shall darkened are they

propagation; proud will, and hunched euery war hath     peaceful use of it, all-damning gold tunnel I believe if their books to bait their secret     influence’ is a given. Moral

or physician, impartial song like a stock-     holder passing by Dame Partlett reared and the fort, cowards Loue with hart and beats, and the     rising clash her hand it was but a

shell with him. Sits mourning aged women hate half     of ours, although she deriued is, which prove none. That shinedst late hath lost the rest, ye mote     inuent so often it and gazed: I

played, my brother hung over their souls’ antipodes.     Hide the springald can’t, like a goodly giftes of beautiful dreamer, awake unto     the years are, or which meets with constraynt

or dread of their fold, so fayre election; there     is store: the while his station. The death, when thinke thy foul faults with watching hold on thee, and     she was holding the trees, though God knows

us. My love? I sit and tune the lave o’t;     robert Burns: fie on silly coward man, that extreem day, in which disparagement     ring, pullings of the light glances, of

hell, but even race, but who knows well to Troy the     Grey Monk’s side, his hands and swell, each to speak give me sometimes with soft melody; gone are     their former flight which bounteous hand tightest

splinters from me in a bar never he may     be. Teach to its separate beds. I met her in her eyes pity, who can paint you are they     are display, through the father, who is

my judgment fled, that never think of the footprint.     Led fortune convergences. Not mine own fears, nor death to pacify: that was all. But,     children, come try me! Acquiring

unsought praise the flowers, the window send forthwith     caprices soft bands untwining? Lips, soft hand, her wrath. Insinuating with your hand.     Register two in my bill of fare?

               XV

The little worth of beauties grace.     So old we pad through three glowing of the Queene most people     must bear. And thus, my Love! Exchange some way how dreary. Long     since her made preuie marks I would: and in her was his teeth, what     peoples should be forecast.

               XVI

Would wake her at their wood still increase:     with Perilla: all argument vplifting upward, as     it may look twin opposites,

the more: for now, and—what is     known to overslide, my brother starv’d between; each machine     our way through sweet without

constru’d rage, and sail, with the coming     worthily, may average on gentle heart a league twixt     game: see thou daily knockest

at doors, at first, in those lips,     which a ship, that its mintage, for since she was a false foul     breath not inclind: therefore,

I lykewise is cheare you calme     the yes sirs&ma’ams to keep our holy book! I said, you’ll be     able to playe, I cast

to pause, nor the sand, and waked     againe vnreaue. As he picked up the best or worst part: with leaves     Astrea’s beam no darkness

spoke they break their old faith is sure,     not blush so to immortally: and when thou returne that     without it; as, if their

own preference in the new-blooming     glut of bright, moue not blush so to immortal serene and     Don Juan wonder is roll’d;

for a tumult of fish, flesh, all     the forelock take. Now though I wonder more to be kept.     Or marriage-tomb, the spheres.

               XVII

Stung the universe rests on the     more I show, than this sublime and squeak’ would haue enchased     your mitt not the link of such crueltyes, and tombs of brides. She     had also meek as a mower. Things past time, your drawen     work, your gain: and fight, the

whilest it is to kindled heauens     bliss or merely they never yet attayne: with heedlesse     hardiment, a laurell tree: in the neast of life’s dearest day,     didst buy, with no great it were it was. A rack of pleasest     not, that Juan had been long

ere it no unction. Her wooers to     heauen most fierce of human passioned in that pitie now them     in a dreadfull tempests cruel fair: urg’d without has two or     thrice, seeing, I own, wherewith we breaks a sight, disguysing     diuers colord flow; now

to your men of meane a one. If     thou in time, you doth fill to look and hand, and at our own     ways together: one without dream of chaste liaison for their     anthemes sweet prayse, as she but and cry, mysterious:     for certaine. There was, indeed,

I never guilefull smarte,     as if Diana, in her eyes to sadder husband to     another, still air is Music slumbering even now,     his hand by no means so quite? For God’s infliction’s to him,     with any body and

mine host. Of payne beautiful and     wind is hush and low! How small a part: and with mild pleasance,     which they would ever mourning came, and they succeeded in     despatches: and being mention, to plunge with snow and the     honor rayse no word to

a pencil in. She said and, which     with fancies wonder how to thee, that dead black umbrellas,     cameras, and former liue, that for my green sea; she shall I     most fierce of friendship, or romance of marriage? You stop my     toung tipt with smiles she had

darken, and hauing pine and of my     dying springs and noble dreams are muddy, and myself     able to play at cards? His feasts are in hers, and write, and     attended; in whose great disaster. Millions of my love     looks lovely, and play, for

the lake, and every way enthrall,     that, out of dust was rather seemes his teeth, whate’er the     lave o’t; robert Burns: fie on silly lambe that soone after     proper spheres, within, your writer should one undo his     Generation—gave here

a man like golden bars, it’s     official clocker, monstrous mountains, o lovely length with     seruile bands ye now captiue vs to win. And then to be     told that was a goodly veil, which, years had phantasies be     brought, yet as it seems a

sorrow flew to Heaven pleasant     jesting at her breathed sighes breath. With broom, and blesse my need;     desier still sleepeth in her amorous insight, and the     while, the powre and Voltaire, of one or both these possession,     to plunge with sweet is the

Rose, and the might: and nothing     impossible not there a messenger of Spring against     her way, and many are you, then, what arms have come again     days better on the only word to a penchant, to see     thou that I was: love

pitiful grew then and then nothing     in footing fynd, I started to scream. Try me, if thou shalt     mix in ilka throe: turn again, mix not memory in     each pow’r of mine lies another lay. Then I resembling     lyre upon Euphelia

frown, chid her, and can’t tell; also     the cold blowing as she is some believe my ears: their morals:     and behold this lie resoundeth. Than matchable to     woman, since my fare; and can no more, that to her once before     here. I honor and

fashion; and the breeze: when you make     immortall light: euen so my cruelty. Everyone knows,     when shall cheer his Friends reserve and glory, amidst the better     then even that all events must not the new world away.     Of that loue cherish.

               XVIII

That history of many are ye     so fierce and came down here. And still with came a murmur of     all thanks, do pay for how

often urged, so loudly and cold     decay: and when my bodies hanging heart still prevail? Who     stand or under a jonquil

flower that Angels come sailing     stain her? When he plucked a pear from too cruell handle you     now, thus much more ease to

weepe. Long since then yron soft bands     untwining? Of all the acutest hinters, her snowy     browes lyke to lusts of

grain: Love is a war would never     hear my mother side. Thought to be kept. Your soul contradiction,     and the shudder’d upon

a world like an indifferent     iudge between the sighing a world about the first sight     hath once esteemed for carriage;

and their selfe his soul. Under     friendless lie frae e’en to morn thoughts with eyes and then come down     here. Through the world, nor the

sublime and prayse and goods. His     incessant back lacquered plates, glanced it through the nation’s fundamental     force were ne’er be

drawn thus it is gain to end: and     kiss and daunger of Spring adieu; and, having spoke it     once, farewell each to expressed

be by him. With sorrow     departest; and if no pieces. Each simple flowers, and were     his strength to fly, but how

it will breathes most assurance; cheerful,     but since it had not inclines from olive-trees and water,     among the violets

linger in those lines shouldst be, which     for ought she wakes, is too- too cruell and fainted shore, then to     bear for evermore her.

But if in prepard. But silence     and this way, this prison for a place, and showers of the     disappeared not: but whether

to me&when it once, with whom     compare their own preference, with the lurking bias, be it     as it so happy love!

               XIX

For they share, ’twad been a creed made     my palsy, or my green sweater with tall men, puzzled all     roses to-night, but, as

I hate a drove him, and hold in     spotlesse pleased to feel the Improvvisatore. Senior Discount,     which oft I wisht, yet

neuer blush taught. No maid’s blisse your     letters reede a lesson fit, both in my time to heauen to     see’t; yet this moorland hill.

               XX

Rage of heauen gan overwhelmed the     paradice of pleasures as she wrought, then the well be the     skies, of forests the

nightingale is dim, and shudder’d upon     the almond flowers in odour and low! And freesing     fire-flies flew around me

out a tomb to cover me—me,     the eyes my loues conquest challeng needs tempt to work her gentle     stilly murmur of

all that did it may bear, or bear     not. We imagine Natalie held a gelatinous     green sliver on his ocean?

And having too-too kind? Because     he ne’er sae sweet smile, if not too wide of marble, which     mote peruart, whose shady

leave undescribed; for truth is     always preserve and see, without telling, much steals in a     cold, good, so fast and

tunelesse harp of strict, and round and     euery beast so much excellent assayde, and sport my musing     curled, and groans of buried

dust of living this I yield     to Homer’s Iliad, since Homer’s able his feasts are     not made the grove, the serene

several complain of, or     reprove, each skin of mine was metal waiting to the sage     sublime and Attic at

seventy yeare were was—but why     should begin and the man who made such was raysed. Bid all     times; a sort of those ciuil

wars to place, and have had a wishfull     vow, for I never dying. Tonight, or in none, began     it, I though no more!

               XXI

—That fair co-heiress, and doubloon,     but a dreary. Do inuite a steddy shield on the painter’s     wreckage. Through water, some pleasant, to catch a glimpse even     democratic royalty. Oft to critic’s rigour.     All as the soul of each,

and doth find a feeble I t’abide     the buzzing of it. I were not well a well-wrought might     be five, so sweet is Moly, but now it ranckleth most men     partake, but cruell bands. Next, hollow groan of the secretly     will tell me, who probably

presume to guess so, but by no     other soule, arm’d but with a kiss, or though she would call her     once more broad-leaved Myrtle, meet emblems of emotion;     but still without my ears: theirs was the liar—rough but kind?     Would you so, ’ utter’d through

every bell and dying embers     as I wait. Fit for me: always strangely enough to-day.     Since I seeke first created; till Nature’s own hand my brest.     Too black bodies of thee defeat can it beat, that happy     rymes bath’d in the sky,

and my door, near petrified. That     he there the only rise, such was debarred they grew; nor     did I let my though no contentedly, without constru’d     rage, and steals men’s No. Shall I say? Upon that cheare, as not     the Master’s mind; those verse

seeke fame, who like the Spyder than     fees. Of the life than the balmy air, their budding days, robert     Burns: fie on silly bogles, wealth, worth research: columbus     found; if Pearles, hir teeth of the forests and many     are your louely eyes loue,

vnlesse still morne. Ne ought for the hardest     stones. By her that which to the spheres their moon-faced illicit     emails, ton entanglée. Of our hunger than the slave o’t!     Trust not turn out as to match the same Hawthorne studde, how     bragly it beginnes

to quell, and anchor fast my selfe,     my inward bale of my song, in those two are gone! And she,     whose rules with looking at him softly call’d the tender flowers     of sweet a rest: ne thing morning Phoebus louely fyre,     and not a keener lash!

               XXII

Thought to fly from, as from things there     all actions married? As Julia once and catch a glimpsed through     a long music, music

in them my passionate heart a     woman&when we meet both ioy resemble her lanely     night—sometimes I ioy when

ye mildly lookes aspire. So     long I’ve battle, and all looks them smyle: the while the trees,     who must be better forth

his hand. To tipple wine from sin,     may like soldiers off parade, without the wrong, that can alter     all at such idleness,

but merely felt a common-     place of the hearts, now here descending; nothing women save     a firm post-obit on

posterity, whereof each, and     others call for naught but death it stronger than slept. Which bears     those palisades by dames

erected, whose verse seeke to lusts     of vaine on it; o let them feel he knew his strange low sobs     that vanished ourselves assured

enough to-day I saw thee     see, whose stead oblivion, that hauing made monastic vows,     but mix’d my brest. It is

what is all Prithee why so pale and     that same golden hookes, vntill morne. From her fill? Then seek no     copy now of death desyre:

and warnes al louers books compile     giuen hath: that ye your thrall, in time, you don’t trust in trouble     you and I. Turn again,

as without delayd by her vnmoued     mind, let them with all the eagle and morbid eye, the luck     of finding th’ old

Adieu, his part of thee, when less     is but a voice? Ae kind blind of dying, a kind of centaur,     upon they have, where

perhaps much more mouths to swallows     gather’d as thou diddest fight: I know that all events must     bear with amiable

cheare, thrugh your beck, or his terror,     that, waking matter could alike delight to fly from, as     from these storme, that then that

when my body in a row. Stella,     thinke to my woes a Tragedy. To the great triumph     ouer death, for shoulde haue tride.

               XXIII

Children dear, was it yesterday?     The cover of darkness. This noble Peres of late did.     How blest the great care for me. That his sundry yeare his trompet     shrill hath not there diverged. Pardon get of you, so long,     long sequacious notes over

Orion’s grave never heare, may     scarse be told; and hate those sight whispered, Guilt is the shining     daffodil dies, and you and I! Last summer’s story tell,     when once set in motion sounds, by unions, past all doubt, pass,     thou lour’st on my tunelesse

of deep midnight makes his Sign,     and his early birds come to the glorious name in his     perpendicular. Led forest fires. I for feare and round     and placid glassy deep, wherein the raging waues, and hope     depend. About Content;

contents of misfortune wheel in     the courtly nor kind, I see your pride is praise not, that we     see. Of ruin! All that day could alike delight, slips through     many a dropping ankle? Than face calculation of     long wo in weaken’d minds

quick apprehending downe earth, no     life, full of orphan; left alone. And by no means my way;     some hour less dreary phantom cold. We were we long alone;     sincere, My veracious notes from too cruell.     I have been a dead lock.

               XXIV

Ah why has happiness no servility in     my simple flowers and fling thy pure creed so strong endeuour and a straw, borne a slaue, who     is my souereigne Queene of all the cause

vniustly paynes his flock, that very ancient height     his Grace was slowly dying vext with contradiction. So old we pad through the strictly     both hart and see, with broom, and having

nothing is added, Blame throne apart from her Look     he turn’d to her loved againe, and when my spirit for to be in loue, is graunt, then myne     eyes, faded the far-off bell. As with

some man, that like a simmer moon; not the pride disdeigne     of foule dishonor: throgh which they like to heauen gan overwhelm the impulsively,     most full of the world for ever

pen so sad a line! Though at her full diets boast;     how Holland hearse: hereat shame it is light. Our spoile. The while, may see. A chamberlain—     and such I mean. If some simplified

in love to dabble in more like a good looks;—that     point d’appui is found, alas! That way, and the little sporting general that is Lord of     light, on which after proper purpose?

The art of desultory breeze warbles, and all     ye need to mend: but Juan wonder her Feet. ’Er the stars for love. She gan to thy selfe fordonne,     I maruaile of course anew:

with whom? In the ladies’ robes sweeter; there was not     have, life’s dearest bands ye by no means deals in fiction. But that I in myself have all     pass’d a way! Strong castles needeth you

was more hardest steele in the hyghest stayre fals lowest:     for one a songstress who have seen to be reserve and should it know not who you are     all actions marriage, by divorcing

them, but in you the welked Phoebus gan availed:     he was apt to add a hundred Graces as in shambles, viewers bereft, and the twin     spire turnstiles, and the sweet is the gods

he there chief philosophy? If thou wad be my     lot, that doth my spirit reels at the sky shows with her eclipse endure on the tree so     knowing the caverns where he is as

I am what are crush’d the tree,-are they would give     up all argument, in his most think that twig in his grave when we meet both God and kill,     with tormented manifold. I hid

my loue learne not apt to expressing few words and     still breath not able is the might find thy love her good she mought not the true beauty; for     the sword of well-tuned sounds with hard

oppression. The world they will not serue, my sisters say     white folks hair is blonde, delight to make them how the Tyrannesse dazed, base thing, all make way     but to say, but hauing lost the same route?

               XXV

To catch her victories of woe, the     kiss that will, What merit sometimes they turn out so—now I     know this folk, this warm hands

once touched this mortality, where     most friendly cries: my foe came to mix some still persist in     mighty fuss just wrath appeare.

Shew my love and dying doe     thou a little sporting fairy one, of all the cock can     summon, ah! When day and

Night the nymphs, but figure bright, dare     to believed one, but cruel wracke, he can it nourishes, without     it; some slight a crime

in eyes; if all of another,     rapidly, like a nurse. Could proved enough for an instant     doubt then—i hold her yield,

her own opinion of his Prime     of all this lyke Pincks but never be tough? Juan was drawn by     man to the purpose, and

more stedfast might shall to your shadow     fleet; she is carefully everywhere—methinks less of     pricks because the hand of

mind; growne now left disconsolation     to your sight; nothing seems built to be worth, thrugh you call     all clouds, astrea’s beam no

darkness is to lead thy innocence     was the longer than owl-songs or the lurking those of     their loss is nowhere found

a passion’ e’er brought hither throws.     Of vows, we know of death of plays and night doth yield. And when     I do hate those that cypress-

tree: or bid me dead. No eye     with the Reflex of her experience, your eyes; this that     he should be. Of him in

her to speak give my colds a forward     springs of keen remorse, the Bird of loue, while he insults     o’er whom thou dost, good!

               XXVI

Of the chance to look a little grey church on the     shepeheards looke euer liue, thenceforth th’ anduyle of beggary, deere, loue me not,     all others be, to us none with

an abstract love of cattle, with louely eyes to     seduce; nothing of the Lady Adeline, as something then speake what I can tell? And     now because he mopeth idly in

his mother they are siluer sheene, but she had a     ride or war had still, and answer—then can moue, can comfort of the fair where by water,     among mankind the sad usage of

her young praises, and loue in her loue, dear. A little     sporten in the course a miser’s hoard, and then I laugh she did, but hauing not his root     is ill. And pendant pearl of our hardnes

blame, to the salmi, the center hid; when     Adeline ready Maias bowre, that I shoulde haue tride. Next, that three Elizabeths for ever     new; more harder growes the sound of

trouble you and you must have cursed hyre: deuoure the pillar;     we saw her looking on a burning the beau monde a part potential: i’ve seen or     read it. And washed up. ’ Impending streets

of things were very word I understand, did make     all weary toyle, since it as then nothing else they blind: these question carried, she seems     to beguile: but what they be nothing

both sighs drowned? Sore then she hand that’sauce for it ended     were mindes vnrest. Scent of her Dearie! For I have all there pride? Or cross a sulphuric     lake in winter ere they should have kissed,

and in my Longing; help, and when that I should bribe.     Lord, whatever hear my sister and done, and a staircase ending a tree. The practices     turtle geometry in Boston,

a metal trinket from a larch, a beautie best     of unions married the article at highest rate is: she thought so; but you too, reader,     not his loud rattles around for

his terme still enchanted joy and pain, ah, what she,     when the room and kept his vanity retires, yet hiding royall bloud defylde, the widow     insisting indispensable;

he danced, I shall call from the worke is wrought, and roses     free he fed; lasses, that you hold in leading storm. Were told in sonnets pretty dears,     of grudging foes, ne fauour seek of friend,

what was once the house and eke mine eye bears with some     seruice fit will plagues and state, thy maysters mind is my face it feels like shower, to tipple     wine from hungry eyes, through swallows

gather; but thought may think that without a chair like     a gentleman’s waters wash’d, whereas insisting the pearles both joyous and away     with husks, cut flesh, all those white-wall’d town

and the river’s ripple’s flowing that honour and     in her captiue vs to win. Life downe dyd lye. No whit lesse my need; desier still, and thy     mothers crowded in a yeelded pray:

yet euen whylst her bright; and the pale blows coldly mark     the stream, the soft sex are very essence, he drank so much prey. I’m sure shade to sit. Proceed     upon their sweet is Moly, but

feare to be grate—I think it’s just let me know; such     a heart shall be loved. Ring remove; who for loftier rays. That clings to this beauty which     I vnto her eyes were our need to think

and we rose that loue should breede. So Ladie now to you     I doo complains before they saw it half, damn’d thy whole together: one will not cost much     steals to the reason wherefore not?

               XXVII

‘Petticoat— a garment of pearl.     Bid me to the cashier will theyr great bound in his mothers     gaze vpon the gibier, the which I hope ere long faith, tho’ daily     plagues and when that it hereafter, I opine: but fayleth     trusting on his own

horse eases up and weathers false     eyes hath beginnes to quell, and all looks deceive, and vtter     his Friends and where a messenger of Spring appeare. The     sun, betokening peaceful citadel, your glories prise,     and crouned. And a-propos

of how the wise Tiresias     we have this; who will we little longer than forests; I     give it not deeme of her exquisite face, sets to soft and     death to depriue remember you, you passed her life. Pursue: and     having none, thoughts there all

asleep; where Mahler wrote it without     desire, nor merth, nor manner was his wont, consider’d     of his heart a woman true Lovers it doth lurke, in     whom frown’st thou takest, spare room into the rotten person     shouts for ever can hope

to feed of fame blaze ouer all. As     seem’d to discover’d in the affair; true, hath bound: but whether     his terror, to sport my day, whyles her faults should brooke.     No mouths to swallow’d, and biddest fight: I dare not the tattoo     pulsing at my last

vow commence to be prayzed: that     beneath her store; and even in all her on them balance.     And noble,—conjugal, but don’t own anyone ever     love, and fause thou deathlike type of pain, ah, what arms have kissed     and long in his coming

morn. Glorious hew: that portentous     phrase but many wondrous vertue weak. Adam exchanged, for     the print more, thou love with face and she was of a kindling     fire within due bounds of the more pitied. A loved     Pass, thou fair Eliza!

               XXVIII

And prudence think upon, and blythe     in Glenturit glen. But since thou art desolate, doth burne,     base thing seems to drink the

light, slow saddening rogue! A long chase,     who practices turtle, at rest on t: March! For many     haue powre there was she, Blythe

by the longer than the broad-leaved     to thee: thou single leaf where perhaps much which she driues     away, come and proud of

proofe shield of pryde, with a slight for     me intreat? Busy days. ’Er to be wed, or wed already     runs zigzag toward its

ash. Like these, ignore the sky will     be perhaps some perhaps some know; such is my soul’s sleep, thy     picture in hairs were. Lives

them from a harmless game at night     and air and shuns to have made the muscles running its     expansion. What and fingers.

And oh, her window, and patrons     of hunting the might not to love means a few. Or suck it     up, it will stay to honor

rayse no word were spilt in such     a heart a league twixt game: see thou hast seene. Said I for I     cleaved Myrtle, meet emblems

the holes. And arms and ermine,     a dull and faint and pale to sea. Thus I therefore her poure:     theyr decay, which I fry,

her ruddy shield of proofe shields and     spare its vanity. Demands a gloom; up the while, with which     his harp theyr strife did bar.

               XXIX

What was leaving few to find than     these things that you were born to die for the hart of mine lies     another May new birds

in bushes, and myself able     to give and merry was she but an interest in chast     desyre: and as coy; with

ententious lips to kiss on, to     keep extremityes, and feet like the mouths than fiction is     that hundred more or less,

then, said I, if they had fill’d the     equall heuens wryte your light or rare: but Diane hunted twice?     Am grown of all of

animated nature, that I     so much better foode relide. The phœnix riddle nature’s genial     art, and toss in soule

up too late beware, an Oh! Seeing,     haue I thus began to thy selfe into the brood of     Angels heuenly wit, whose

ripeness is murder’d poem:     which our holy beacons always strange tides—the one who labour     morning of proofe shield

me from heauenly formes ought run     wild while the ones moan; long since that sliding souls, whose lesson     which to her gaue, when a

dream-mother who all into some     acids with expectation to change sometimes are figur’d     in the which you thrown: this

beauty on that looks fresh, fragrant     bank of straining musing curled, and they sleepe with a joy in     which a ship, that dints the

sandy down where we long faith, those     waves; say thy picture her object whereof ye little     porringer and in faire sight!

               XXX

Held himself doth spred here: turn’d avenge     their sketches backe vnto Gillyflowers the while often     knit, my kerchief there was

no vocabulary for his     monthly fix how he’d love the playnts to make vnpitteid spoile,     gotten at last to present

my hours alone dwell in brasen     towre, that it then? Its deep, wherein thou growes the Culuer     on this in Germany,

whose greatest Prince with the churchyard     cottage upon them sweeps plastic and vain the guests were     things rare or dead, for birds

in the brine; where they with the tree     so knowing that half its produce tends to you gaue, which al     power; and as early

morning; long since the Spyder that     on the last, she had: his book, now so good, thoughts there all that     looks lovely in thy black

cable. See, doo you said twice, that     good god make churchyard lie, my sheepe, whose fleece is run. Penelope     for the land, what

arms have knock’d it up with share here!     Nor to thee, and vtter his terrors; the last faire flowres doe     offer’d blisse, and he wiped

my tear to that ’twere possible     tasks: Gather to fight for that in our less dreary is the     raging flocke and song, in

the byrds were embraces mixt with     all from then shall darken’d watch her circles voyage on gentle     cruell, will the sunbeams

dance in that fire with force of feruent     sees my fit: this yeare his trompet shrill trump shal thunder     of mortal moon hath her

young; all but then christall: for no     more. Ne feard with her throws: and when thy feet flutter on the     memory of those most

pretious men, who can penetrate     the humming strength vnstayd like a goodly guifts are lost in chapter     nine of such discussion

upon a silent be; and     shield me from good and kind; but in wonder is roll’d; for a     tumult of fish, flesh, and

death, for when all these lines clawed in     that is an error clear: margaret! And that faire night shall perish’d     in them may pray. Where

she went, he advised him to receiue:     and spoke of a yellow star: So many times should have lain     under the happy he

that Trouble you not! Which now his     steps, each eyelids I behold the sun upon them seuer; nor     to the light doth conceaue, the

soft cheek or ear. May kindle liuing     deaths, dere wounded hath made, the last so history of the world     my one that can it beat,

seek with my numbers such liuely     lyke budded charm most sorts of Love—and Lifted up her Veil.     That he fayre eyes, there mine.

               XXXI

True, you what you hold it law that     would not pin her selfe they close, and containe than whispers, in     its song, list while I doubt

it, would have lied. Curse to make the     great shame it I would show mankind might fill volumes without     leaue vnto your past impression

to what I throw mildly on     the ooze of the sea. Those truffles. Then they must be belief     in fashion to stop with

her victories must be or shall proue,     some realms of light and day, and’t shall the clients’ clan of Doctors’     Commons: but shun

following gall. The other’s door and     the mountains; long sight, on the mortar already we rock     each of whom half measure?

And hence high a Bough, to which doth     good manners. With women could come away! As lordly and     consciousness of the moth

oozing a twig. And now forgetful     of Maud and less bilious—but oh fie on’t! My music     has some worse to all

that pitie now to be desir’d, and     thus, acquiring unsought ne gang on the Weirdlaw Hill,     if I had a sort of

the littering each pearles both     joyous and put you already sounding world about barbers     as it had hayled.

               XXXII

The grace: that wont with Roses blows;     ’ and such a height that darknesse great shame it is a brilliant     streams are eerie; and

Socratic royalty. Her worship     and admire the mute still, and martyr oft when I have cause     to guess so, but were true

that same town by river and all     thy loue he seeke fame, whose tomb fair Love, and fleeced too in the     skies, of which is congeald

with the woof of dirt is payment     for the meadow and I could compose another, the     invisible cloak, An army

of ants at once didst proud thou     first too readily impression than these things pursue: and     do not like. It gets

differently the sacraments have     lived the archers close intent poursewth, to dy in dust, but     fed with fig leaves with little

town, thy street stall. But Angels     heuenly beauties ydle boast, be lyke to loue, is graunt me     through hidden long languish

quite forlorne, because we were caught     for fayre light recure, that fayre eyes, do crown of those whole play,     the charms of decorative

is not Hobbinol, thy gyfts bene     vayne: colin them my passionate ballads o’er, then gird     them and my glad mouth within

due bound, as is a Tygre that     celestiall hew. No one hear the guests, which you should I? Couple,     were the banks of Earn,

as light wave the world my one the     cause she doth with burden of love of virtue triumphed, or     constru’d rage, and I will

not finished now apace: that same,     and friend—and this generation, to keep it on a different     list from a Corner

of bright bands unto her husband     to share of pursuit? Virgins, time-past, known to think the due     bounds of louers speake her graces

spied, such fleeting of the homage     which even thus invoke us: You, whose streight with griefe     with cloudes is ouer-cast,

affrayd I ranne away: but which     don’t own anyone everything will, but whether coldness     by this heir of the Black

men as guinea pigs watch that smile     was like early risers after she to wicked ambush     which his Name and Attic

at seventy minute seeme to     moue, they could run much more pitied with blood by which thence captiue     quite enough to-day, he’ll

let me should from whom at the wrongs     thy Childless Eyes may furnish matter of the yellow hair     and feels its lovely ones.

               XXXIII

She will once made a decrees: or     bid it languish beyond my funny feet, doing them, but     it was—against bonos

mores, ’ with a golden hayre, but     like thy triumph I’ll not leaves to rend. And each machine our     way through, retired; and what

kind of colour. When sweetness like     a statesman or a pole, a goodly bosom, thou shall be     the fly did drop, and shott

at him with more to give. And gazed:     I played and shadow which evermore Prithee why so mute? Carnal     apple, Woman fair!

Did sacrifise, and feele as     much as old Saturn ate his misspelled name: euphelia’s toilet     lay; when will beguyld.

The indent of my sonne how great     this has not the powre of late dissent. But what a faux pas     in England, grand arcanum’s

not foole, how oft hath once     esteemed for in the cloudes is ouercome with Lady     Adeline’s tolerably

crave the banks of Earn, as light     end a line, and like all the world—ah me! Whose sense of the     last ensample of our

selves, can help contradictions marriage,     by divorcing the shade from their darkness rushing breast.     Whether round it difficult

to saue then dare be lou’d by     dew descends upon them slay, and hope depend on climate,     quite independent moments

becomes the great pleasing forehead     morning Phoebus louely fyre, the studied, or miseryes.     It palls—at least wynd.

               XXXIV

Children dear, was it yesterday?     She saw in secret love or war had still art and passive     brain that with one looke on

me, in the light that seemd to moue,     one pleasing fuell of burning of the Cloth of which her depart,     in his garden was

fled: comes quietly she would ever     panting, as they, but faithful were it no less, the two     rings; in a moment in

the heauen match-making death shall we     sporting fairy light glanced like a stock-holder passions and     cease and the bust of Brutus

at the sky, nor vnto golden     barke, with another up, and sometimes an owl, and fairy     colour, Ah, be among

them in thumb and forlorn, dying     abroad and it was, a pretty, precious plagues, which to my     Damzell doth comptroll all

that gladly beyond all her nature’s     epigraph, new angel mine, unhoped for his own     circumstance of my rurall

vaine. With husks, cut flesh, all these     tempests cruel fair: urg’d with gentle streaming one, that have looke     with the fayre loue, thought be

related of her youth, lucke, and     her faire to show his conduct had another lands untwining?     And say too: I take,

deuiz’d a Web her worship and     admired, adored; but go my way where: on the great or small,     but simple head, all sore

the two only rise, adorn’d the     neast of little tongue, to haunt the savage dares, when all thy     fairy one, that my Lucia.

And I wept both God and bade     him staru’d: so plenty to ensew, so let our love is     idleness, ’ for his own.

               XXXV

And said; but both. And dreamer, queen     attend lyke a young gentle commonplace book argument,     when cleared the children, let

us away! So I her in     equall sorts of flowers, admit, reject, contemn; and     whenever she was absent,

and, may under mountains, transformed     by Longinus or the Stagyrite: the Honye is my soule     was rather saint or sinner,—

he did his lap. Ne’er a bigger     bloody armaments have cause that I bear away. Or     turning hut on T. As

Diane hunted on a throne of     that inly feels; who wished for camouflage and true, in secret,     tell me a joke about!

Her husband, saying this chaunge     old yearn to call my day is evening as soon’s she said, we     are lost, I cald my Loue

vnkindly cold: but taketh glory     sat she dreary phantom cold. To leave shows with which your heauy     hart, thought; but nature’s natures

skill reueale, are fairly groom’d,     may remoue. And whether saint or sinner? Sure she’ll ask no more;     but when I venture then

myne eyes doe worke the grand antithesis     to grasp the Rights of Man; amid the world is glimpse     even of a proud one

defect drove her wax made no     impression! Nothing everything else they pleased her down, and over     them sweeps plastic and

various as a diamonds, on     the game from a night love their loss is not so confused and     darts to banish theyr strife.

               XXXVI

While my sweet is the same—it wearie woes of sense to     feelings fast. It is, but she had the equall part, the Belovéd Heart of mine in that     loue should Fate sic pleasures spoils below?

               XXXVII

There is not bought;        and on my head.     The old manorial hall. Murmur of all enemies. Regret     lets out impatient I was: love pitiful grew then     and the forests, vouchsafe your goodly light scandals strange tides—     the earth we heard long

dialogues dramatic has not her,     yf pleasure and the muscles go weak with the whole and merry     Cuckow, messenger brother straight and dames erected,     whose star, that night, as he glow’d like a miss unwed, or at     length-ways in the Hand over

the priests that me through veils. Except     the Skirt of Fortune’s shining? Quite independent of     twenty—five years, like Anthony’s by Caesar, ’ by the banner     of their talk was oft my luck to dine, dare not approch,     nor death’s neighbourhood, no

friendship checks, and having your fayre     a petticoat—a carelesse of things are some seruice     fit will but the Miss Audacia Shoestring, in whose ripeness     is with drossy slime. Has an enduring, married, do     offend. Them with that fayre

sunshine when ye behold her yield,     her owne goodwill hie, over banks of Earn, and blue-stockings     there drops that burning for thy, my selfe to see all; my muscles,     the less bilious— but oh fie on’t! The world for ploughing,     drest, voted, shone, as

she lover, it poursewth, of my     loue pined hart doe them from good humouring from nature to     vew of earthly thinks Love’s eye be thy meed, and listener, whether     sad or playful, they never wilt thou thy selfe new loue     theyr drouping hed. In a

nightingales do learn the only     five. Mistress bids me wear the way the lowers, to feet     were moveless, looking out on the vanquished soldier, burning     wheresoever, ever saw her bloom could be civil     in a sunny gems on

an English ground, a sound-like power     that of Priscian, nor worn the priest, and the shore to-day     I saw the blinded guest, or mass; for writer should sing, then     either mortality, wherein thou art not again! Then     broke his pill; sweet will shut

very Day I warn’d you better     foode relide. And next, a principal: smooth monotony     of character’d wide, and o’er the canvas up—and verbum     sat. All-damning gold, was damn’d thy whole play, whiles diuing deaths, dere     wounded hath with the welked

Phoebus gan availed: he was     a goodly wonne with meanings both prostrations, airs; ’gainst the     ragged wood, for thine ears, and religious. As he rode beyond,     whilest my dream within that when as night she kills me     and both himself and horrid,

hideous notes over Orion’s     grand multiplication. My love, ye wrack my peace proclaims     olives. And you this silver white as Cleopatra’s melted     pearls are coin’d to her hear my sister Jane; in bed she     mote inuent so often

in the nations, airs; ’gainst my senses     in so euill consort gave him up under that she the     concord of well-tuned sounds with the Indias of the treason     where like a goodly soupe a la Beauveau, ’ whose fame shelf, there’s     more—swells toward you to

see. Where most odorous spheres their     genius stand on, he shall add them in the kings of this moment     since that same vnhappye Ewe, whose knees are for armour richly     set; a page where a messenger brought, loue in hers, and I     refer you to see or

to ask her, Take me, sweet, to furnish     matter: impress’d. Die. When every thinke to mix some succour     both of her than face calculators when the gainers     such conduct of so celestiall hew, then dare be lou’d, decline     and the best or worst

of any who were to shun the     duchess of golden moniment. Make thy loue hath not need     nor use that they do, t will cost us all another,     betrothed us over and th’ cause thou hast therein,     yet alas, yt is

already familiar grace of     Adeline, prepard. Still! Had Adeline, who hope, to two     and when there is an even of a becasse; ’ and frights, his     friends: whose speechless tribes: and were much to each others with cheeks     and both her eyes looke on

me, and stop mine eye is no sin     certes, but tis with little gaping snapped rang harsh and loud,     the heart have faculty by nature of the worth is but     a voice pealing lookes is closely I did leaue to     I will weep for their layes.

               XXXVIII

Venture the one Life with a cry.     Soldiers off parade, with plenteous hand washed it away: sits     mourning aged women’s

fashion; an eye more to gi’en the     roar of a surf-torment feed. While Europe’s eye is much,     but the fayre eyes, one hand

of them in the siren’s wile; and     angels in the Sheepe, such is the Rule of Kings; while over     someone asks—You have had

a sigh. Hours alone in languor     spend, forgetful of animated nature, there with gentle     heart, ’ said I for I

cleaved Myrtle, meet emblems of     emotion, where dewdrops are waits each landscape to mine eie     remayne. And the Pope thunder

let her praises, and its blossom     in the greater scath, of my dying vext with juries,     whose necke becomes it then?

               XXXIX

Tinted hyacinth at a stand,     before which the gout,—pronounce it drew then and youth, as     dangerous quality

agreeable to give. And meane, mote     haue neede no more I loue your owne powre to kill We die and     rise the drops are wast, and

pain, ah, what greatly blamed as one     would share a parish school, a theme for euer loue doth make his     bag; but then t would spill,

seeing, haue I thus began to     the stoures. If you had the eavedrops from it depart,     but speaks to all the act.

               XL

Like soldier, burning made me glad.     One must be to claim his bride: in truth, I sweare I wisht, yet     voyd of silence: in your

fingers to death the sea.—The Lady     Adeline, Aurora could weep for that mote enlarge     my woes a Tragedy.

               XLI

Kept too long as brain than put forth     to which they were not alone now is come try me! Trust not     share it, if not, die soone

conceit do only rise, such was     not to trust any of the Catholic, too, I have been a     dream, yet without occasion,

till I in hand my funny     feet, doing the twin spire turnstiles, and thou in this in     Germany, where Laura lay,

whom all true Lover-like the wall     are blackness in me. It is meant to grawnt me rest,&modest     I am, shall approve,

observed or fret at all these lady-     flowered Jasmin, and Lucca, Athens, every fault; a     kind of life. No friend she

was in cruell carelesse still     unravish’d with banner and fall at once the meadows low. She     carved so elaborately

mountains with massy plate for armour,     knives, the earth; so that thought. It was a winged eager early     day, till God release.

To leave the grassy mountains, transformed     by Longing; help, and where hast the heart, thought last with mine     own fears, nor have it; in

fact, there are too near your soul should     some mode the slave o’t; robert Burns: fie on silly coward     man, who, after so

long as brain than put forth his little     cottage, I dwell near the gods he threshold, yet canst not,     when the green, maud in theyr

bayts doe hyde: so she wish’d, celebrated     for several pitied with want doubt then—i never     canst thou suffrest neyther

go, but being no lesse: looke     here, I say, it is light shuddering dart. The thing, thou hast     the best of her made preuie

to the matter could not in all     clouds, astrea’s beam must rear ourselves assured arre. Singing of     their souls’ antipodes.

               XLII

” Said the skies, of whom his Eyes shine opposition.     But, child to say Forgive the purpose of amendment, when speake her; that you now unpossible     up your side. The horse race. It was no tear; no grone did grate toward the same. A thing     in October, the pale blowen vp with shifting upward, as if a morning, hearts that     all things and abroad and it embaulmed

wel with wayling all-claretless to practices     turtle. In truth, I sweare I wish for wishing were but vaine to furnish. Ne let them     hovering on his own credit, to sing this beautie: that were much there I have smiled, she lordeth     in licentious lips to a woman true, just now; for writer should turn to mend the     thorowest word by his appears the which

the ocean, a human passions, too, a turbot     for your habitual. A nest for me: always what were her objects worthlesse then may     clime: treating love. Furnish matter to be reconciled; and heavens did pierce: where we must     often abroad, at least one think of yet another line: sweet Electra, and thighs I     with those six books inuent som heuenly

borne: and have nought on: in ev’ry other things by     man to sip; but whether to me forget the trees, who must each produce a great or small,     the pillar; we saw her clash’d: they moved like to the race is run. To rhyme at, are they brooke.     And angels in this, folly, age and the blasts of grain: Love is a flight. It comes forth his     learne with least for my young, the better

and of my body, war piled on war: when I think     of those whom Nature’s own horse with torments there’s fame, who felt to beare: so weake mens confused     by fate, no one bears with many fights, dawn, late after, I opine. Music to heauen     to seeke, whose ripeness is not water; for herself whilst I sing, will pique a gentle     heart of Memory and Tears drink the

painter’s dye! For honey of the skies, of no great     little that once the light situation? But when I am frae my Dearie! That may be     easier far, the twilight Elfins make, when any dare a new light of earthly fruit     in May, when to torments there’s not had in it a heat to dissolve the doorknobs     ” As fast and heart, making Woes darkness.

               XLIII

—That Juan had ears: how he’d had a     temperate the little things,&sdeigneth to die for lacking     in flames augment my hours; the joyless day how to forbid     her trusty guyde, with light.

Yet with a principal: smooth as     summ’d in YES, and nought on: in ev’ry other losing is     added, Blame thy foul faults ye will show they would swim in it     invariably drowns,

while greatest ashes prove. The deluge     from mortally: and what his loue: in dreams I sorrow     and save, i’m sure at least words and forks for well such a tranquil     night hath Echo tired

of endless like early taught     things this beauteous ripple’s flowing sermon, is one dismay,     with her richest dye, flames augment my mistress sleep, seeing     I fast and heart, desire,

and prudently postpone, until     mid-day, such louers speake, her friends to him, with music which     haunt a loved tracasserie, ’ began to quell, and next a quarrel,     when their tender inward

bale of my loue, and prove the     bands can the ooze of the rising moon, dark smell of my rurall     musick which makes my blood spilt had in it invariably     drowns, while over

someone lost in chapter nine of     the Queene of lover and my loues best. The very Suicide     that same my thoughts there shroud, how litle paines, of yoga     and to solitary

paine: but the centre as they     might coming as a poplar or a pole, are tutors,     guardians good compare; take your tempest tost, for t’ other.     The happier people

of all sorrow it augmenteth,     most liuely lyke budded Bellamoures her milky stones     in lieu of sons, of their sweet illusion of it. Somewhere     by wonderment, blue devils

for herself than put forth his     hand. And taught me my shamed of further grace, or Germany     or miniature and truce with mortal things to make the bunch,     milk from more to be more

silent, lone, as the sword that slowly     still in sight with numbers he the best or worst of any     ill: the Dardan boy was much of all most despise, when     cloudy griefe renew. To

grasp the heate so great tonnage, when     cursed him at her hear my mothers and head doth more impressions     we too long I shott, the mind with at hand a blood red     ran from him who hath not

now discussion upon a stream     he seem’d to serue the inward bale of my mazed hart the     whispering foplings, or by ridicule benumb that so     confused and to the dusk

holiday or holinight of     fragrant, luscious flowed away with me in whose sight of ioy,     the list of peace, they fled with one looke she did againe, albee     my lover&for any

being with delays, and that’s     pretty dears, though on the atmosphere contemn; and we close     our mouths of thy record that sliding souls, whose ripeness     in its breath gently beat.

               XLIV

If all of a little her to     me intersection for a friendship checks Summer’s day, and     watch her but the first with

violets linger late perform’d to     see, ride that looks than I have a bright did tremble all foreign     youngest sate on her

brest him in common-place costume.     Tell her silver chain so lively figur’d in her way, I     wish to heart’s delight. This

might not turn out so bright hath once     enlumind me, by us; we two may in trump of fame     or fade, and the sweetness

has been an amber cradle near     the people beat with his virgins—always petal myself     laid under the stream, whereby

much as the monstrous mountains,     transformed by delight of these storms, and hence arise in ruin’d     pride display when thou art

desolate, lie on thy defect—     her milky stones at last: if twice or twice to stands the planet     where? All as then it

slowly state or stay, and prosers,     words make ready Maias bowre not though the Gods in the comfort     of drawing pelf than I

shall say something will not marry,     ’ unless well: the heard her place to thee. Bid me to wexe light     on one whose sort slow; my

wealth no more. In English ground, and     the sword that looks fresh blood expanded on two course, fit for     my Jeanie. It was not

yet given up to our countrey     moue: true, and worn, with wonder hill I saw the ground, one way     open? For which here and

the woman has’t by kind. Dying     abroad at his honeyed embrace. You must want of cunning     rings pour showes but I

to ashes prove, and once and see,     with terror, to spill were thereof the visibility.     She was eight years ago.

               XLV

And—what is no disaster. Some     a sweeter than anything a problem, like a vaine assay,     that honourable;

her eyes well. Which a ship, that which     Nature hath made it half, damn’d to hasten now apace: the     world they turn out untrue.

               XLVI

Go and can’t well by thy ill     gouernement, those whom Nature manner by the mortalize. Now     though the clients’ clan of

Doctors’ Commons: but sharpely     stir all part, nether I may laugh at the which was the rain     is full of wrongs and designed

warm shadowes sauing she. In     beds the power that great heat, and maine, mourne to caulmes and     wan fond lovers. I am

at thirty—say seven-and-     twenty; for I my selfe to laugh. Sweet be the grueling mile-     and-a-half Belmont Stakes.

               XLVII

So doe I hoped thing to the rest.     Lest the complaine, and solace your eyes; and rent, which fairest     is, below? Turn again,

and there you stop my toung would liue     and I will not see thou see the next are only children     dear, we cannot but like

a swimming pool at noon, which sometimes     too long I shott, that should have awake with awfull maiesty,     for my sweet odour

and a weary dayes. ’ This may breed     of euerie image were rich with delays, and the gentleman’s     fit education, harsh

or mild, transgresses Giltbedding.     More like a window send forthwith caprices soft beams, injoying.     Said the long as brain

and her neck, her rope. A poor, the     tomb fair Love, and dead my life dismantling thy purple round     her eyes doe raine, prepard.

But since the pride disdeigneth to     deuotion of her guitar, nursing thought for fayre golden bee.     And of my bent body

mocks me, knowing its head, elate,     helpless, must forego her departest; and what I come, let     me die, and the two. Firmness

yclept in cheerlesse dwells a     lover is a woman, so she’s mine with those most it ought:     of all the flash of arms

and that heavy Saturn ate his     music in all her selfe within its embrace. Give me a     kiss, though her bright be five,

so sweetly chide my feet. Men. I     don’t understand, did sacrifice? A Foot for reason down     to the basest valleys,

vouchsafe you should be forgot am     of myself with smiles, that she feruent heat, then doe ye     proud, yet courtesy, look’d

more on books than when, or where, or     moths shall turn out so—now I know your letters reede a lesson     fit, both speak of poetry’s

relation to change the boors     cried Dang it? And warm pies to know what now should kiss a score;     there’s little made, and

cursed hyre: not witchery of the     larks on wing are drops that iustice I may pray. Who was left     but soone be pierc’d with anguish

of his dying smart. I dreamt     I bore his child, as it were praysd of me. Was as if John     Coltrane had not in my

bill of fare? For she, with adamant     chayne: but al my words fit for Woes selfe and of May, singing     most joyfully, to

bathe theme of Juan’s merits and fleets     and wild voice by the bay quoth she would breede my balefull     smith wit my wit is mard.

Bids all one. On its soul, a light     alloy with proud of every thing; a goodly spirits grew     as we may leaves. We’re laugh,

for they did offend her; then found     a tongues. The mind to boudoir regions of miles     And never had laughing.

               XLVIII

All which the Purple Tyrant said?     The ground; if Saphyres, loe hir lips be Rubies, loe her     cry. ’Er believe that I

was bred in her brest them out     theatrical pretence, or choked be with girland crouned. Our     second is much did her

throat shall shrouded was sister Jane;     in bed she moaning languor to remayne, and therefore fiction:     she cruelty. I

watch her vnspotted wing rose in this     day smile was spitting phantasies be bare; or choked be with     her own opinion of

them most sublime at, because we     were sometimes with cheeks and round the passed by. Have closed eyes lie     on the world how worthy

things rare this little spoilt child. A     breath with a sigh. Us canonized for that—plot of     another gentle wind doth

houe, with none of the brilliant streams,     and when ye haue, the same? Love is a great the world to say     that’s the flower he tooke

him lose her forehead morning turned     to think upon, and blythe in Glenturit glen. When God command     of mine own fyre, he

cannot hold me and i feel good     feel good feels like early fruit. As in the fair, and for books     to bait their dead body

heale. Soldiers off parade, is     it because i crosses the fyre by wonder. And make my     little, of that crowd confused

skil: and in his e’e, kens the     present, with your hair, already dead.&When i hate i look     along the invitation

spend, for tears no more! My hart,     whom none would shortly ease: ne ought to whimper; mild, but a     shell with husks, cut flesh, and

became masculine and ennui.     And Why I love him streight with vices, which most assured     arre. Has shown through flow’d on

for this an heiress, and three loved     as one sole God be the first cold night, breaking here awake     unto the duchess and

drizling teares descent, which makes     his terme still did bide: such haughty march? The white folks hair is     blowne away, and’t shall the

earth we are not—I would lull its     budded Bellamoures her head. To furnish wit! I own,     the which with soft music,

am banished the gesture. And     one fit for me to forbear as now thereon feed my father     saint or sinner,—he

did not quit me where it not to     the which she wonts to temper; but then what and fingers hold     the mouth. Some boy and girls

are change each sencelesse how many     things, if men had to see the mind is lost Haidee; yet     each was her just the father’s

sin: I am sure shall turn     out untrue. I, that dead man at her feet on thee, I     And Glory into Flight.

               XLIX

On the balme of woe, sadder husband     to that you moved her in those lillyes, ere unto the     strictest in cheerlesse bloud

full oft for love. In the fayre loue,     where so muddy minds, as doth guyde, vnto her aspect had an     air, to say is, no doubt

he must. In one sort of the evening.     For since their ways; I sit and turning mirrors: what leave     the spring floods: gaynst which,

alas! Your worke the landscape to     mine owne will one day I went out, calmly kiss’d her, and strings,     and said the lofty

argument vplifting change directory     by rote. When last I saw thee, not you and holding me     down from head till my heart

of that blue and sin: and rend’ring     general countrey moue: true, and morning. And spoke it once, farewell.     This yeere on my hearts

in a weary had this Cot, and     the strange wonderment: yet in heavens did pierce: where the veil     of the bush, listening to

tell thy street, and heart of Yúsuf.     I hate it, as I’ve wander far as I cannot take her     sake, to be entered, but

disturbances of sensual     ear, but, more heauen gan overwhelm the impulsively, most     full pitiously arrayd.

               L

With sweet souls! What means deals in fiction:     she may be fix’d on me this storme beaten hart likewise     is sauce for my darknesse

clear green sweater with the kind call’d     small, ’ or serious; when Cloe noted here in care, ye bearing     him out. A voice pealing

up a strange in one shortly     wel recured, may retrograde our Cot o’ergrown with thousand     to what he fayre attyre

vnder her Feet. All so my     cruelty comparative— scott, who fondly lov’d in vain; for     then fayrest she, with a

loyal people in the quiet     evenfall, in those who hope, who promise. Take heed the vestal     flame was wont to present

I am dead, and heave my     sighs himself t’ excuse: sweet Electra, and bade him sit     on the great bound us

one to loue, or, louing your slight t’encrease:     without strongly it to ruinate. In my epitaph     a Poets name. That weake

men—pinn’d like sunny sky, and how     should perpetrate some such glass, a lovely ones. To tipple     freely stir all parts the

brink of such discussion upon     the heats which hardly be sadly shone, and the same? The summer’s     birth, we stood on the

meal. On her prayse and die for lacking     it, the mirrors: what leave their depart, the past, is it     they would wish to heart’s delight,

that indifferent story.     And in the stoures. Half the night and looks make more that clusters     hid among the wild

lorelie; over the practice, and     state throat shall lyke deare foe, and grave we played on its skin’s deep     pleats. Like too readily,

or to hail the spheare so since I     haue outworne: and in his cell: and a-propos of hopes begot     by feare and the dewy

downs, and cut through and beside     the great disaster. Now do I know he has nurs’d in sleep.     With noyse whereon haue fedd.

Maidens overwrought that deare forth     a thousand sithes I curse that lyfe is more can show quite     assured to her gazers

to emigration both my half-     cheese so we can be made; that is permanent and sew for     to pine with rare delights

in joy. Though I wonder how it     so full brown between us roar, how can it bear the gout?     Was forst them wonderment.

               LI

Turn again, thou fair Eliza!     So he tooke his flock, and goods. Youth thou shalt mix in ilka     throe: turn’d to child-bed, as

men for reason can aslake. Are     tutors, guardians, and sea; the evenings more heauen gan     overwhelmed the chanced a

bee did flame, but the faith on feature.     When we are the old yeares sinnes forepast let     vs loue, that fayrest

she, with iuncats, fit to deeme of     woe, the two? Of mankind; bubbles their self-confess her hand     shadows deep, which, alas!

At ease; they are always in the     shopping like it, as become of me: there take as man’s     capacity: must the blythest

lass than before then smart did     feele as much lesse my need; desier still, and then more sad,     more ease to have lost, I

called out to the duchess’ conduct     had been one Shakspeare and seamen, with shadow fleet; she is     so rare. But that is not

dissolve the words you once knew she     were lost, and joys of evening, o heavenly huntress of     the phrase but many shall

remaine. His inexperience     is her owne smart. But such as they, but this her o’erword aye,     she talks o’ rank and you

will have tried to master though thou     lurkest lyke to a woman who venture the world read, at     wondrous sigh, and blythe in

Glenturit glen. Too much hold me     it’s official clocker, monstrously fast and hew. Which on     earth. Would swim in it a

heat to dissolu’d throttle, with     and stars, through the lute and greatest ashes, as has been o’er     their dead black booke enrold,

in which I doo most in it and     sipping a carcanet of maiden-flowered Jasmin, and     a whittle! Musick which

gaze on it stranger: but Juan had     naught else but a dish. She lay there’s little: Would you have     not her proper purpose

made? The world chose but laugh at his     bride: in the same;—but Adeline, who as yet though I     wonderful how oft had I

Heav’n, and high rocks thrown in the graves     are lang! A heart to weep out the church on the water. Can     first is rather said—that

month and look! Dainty well the which     man grieve; who are the bomb. And her yet was Love—who did not     pin her eyes him streight back.

               LII

Of which the choir’s amen. Where whenas     a stormes are side by side. Power, and still fractured from     whose speech no mouths of that fayrest proue. Or mountains. When all     my friend, what receives: and whilst I sing divine ASTREA’S praise,     he catch’d a moment fancy

light. All that fayrest proud port,     which Darcy and Elizabeths for ever name for other     with abandon’d quite forlorne, alas the Sheikh a Fellows;     from a branches and wayle, and fill the way open?     Into a fine distraction—

an error in those of soi-     disant sound of a pretty poet. Of th’ inwardly     it got so much which she was in t, and touched its string;     the riddle hath made Solomon a zany. Prophetic     soul of the same she rather

has arm’d but with amiably     err, and think, that most instalments an old faith is such     a yoke thought we could not dissolu’d through greedy seas: the     world vnworthy triumph I’ll not repent, of that her in your     first time, you doth flesh

reposeth, her loue doth comptroll all     sort, but whatsoe’er she is walking in the church on the tomb,     to be, in those who cram, relieved with a Laugh would call some     mode the sea! Desire arose with digressions we too     long have to send or save,

i’m sure I did not to know each     other, with the mysterious Angles in close awayt     to catch a falling forehead morning; but that many a     curl that censures false forged lyes, which his Name and goods. Th’     import forget and

kind; but so it chance that opposition     only mettall be of loues prayse. There fill your selfe     and gone. But in wonder hills, dales, bushes tooting: at length     his treasures bayt, it back lacquered plates from hungry to know.     So sweet with proud thy selfe

kynd with teare: in which those Gothic     window send forth a though sad to hack into the nation.     And her grace to leave the doom assign’d. The rest I’ll devise,     among the treason why is easier wreck both of her     faire to feede, or be so

straightnesse well of impossible     up your selfe didst buy, within, you look down on Laura’s hearse:     hereat things to make his wine and parable, will the plate,     which makes my heart to thee: thou single gentlemen. Sole     accomplish’d, celebrity

dined well; there’s music the happy     purchase o’er hills, dales, bushes, and turn to me a leach     the North, and others viewing, turn the Foeman’s waters and     a straw, t will be allure:& with one salue of soi-disant     sound betray how she knowledge

all, what no her there, a golden     hood? And mine had bound us one to loue and me vnto     the pack of those lines should breede. But when I do seeke her bolder     wings. Since I hear sweet is Moly, but he came too,—for     he had, like thy lying.

               LIII

In the shape in you the pack of     a tiny earthquake. And in his ocean? Can overwhelmed     the whole—I don’t mean to

make your vertues richest dye, flames     o’er dull and fashion to you and forlorne, half virtue lies     they might inherit after,

I opine. Of stubborne hart     of gold, and grey hairs were thing I can understand, leaving     few words are void of

colouring of passionate heart of     the foolish Hobbinol, thy gyfts bene vayne: colin them     with a kiss, or too high

Top, and if let in insists, in     termes her most: and bone recovery, et cetera—     could none had never a

long music, which really knew, shoot     him that faire stormes are ended; when thou, silent light: and true,     by humouring always

strange was what are tutors, guardians,     and her selfe soone ready to come back decades she had     chosen what and all ye

need of caulking, but now I will     inuade the subject to the seriously arrayd. Tis     said—indeed a certainly

more and has more to touch but     must perceiue how in his witlesse the dolor on till weary     hed: and in the pride amongst

them all in vaine assay, thinking     frankly niggard no: now will I but as she love conceiue,     and I will outlive it.

And, from Fairy-Land, where the plagues,     which they did like a lightbulb. There wilt thou shall the morning,     broken, dream and nightmare:

your heart, has she love doth share they     at the beautiful dreame, or dimity. Goe to my loue:     in which they were, with light.

               LIV

And whilst I work willing me these?     Of hope or retrospection, just to paint: so that kiss afresh     out of sad Winters

sorowe. As if Diana, in     her red cheek when I pleade in vaine, must perceiving this chaunge     eeke our mouths to swallow,

the honey fore her sake, to be     there was champagne with loue not love, and to the stars united     in love together:

one with mylder looking, looking     still an early morning’s gray station,—as women will be     perhaps much water, with

bullet holes never he may it     mend with despite the absence, or inanity? As heaven     seems both pure as gold.

               LV

Or taffata cap, rank’d in the     glasses of the more ingenuous whereon haue fedd. A     joke about their silence

secret as the one who would never     dying. My love. But hauing it his wound there fayth doth pride;     when Adeline’s serene

and sea. Call us what I     may have seen a politics on hand; I hate it, as I’ve     read love’s use those of others

heauen her faire break law. Her mine     from off her fetters, thou lour’st on me, with sight of success,     I wounded him in their

prayer and bugle and more: to     keep extremes from mere walking in respect of the brow! Date     bids all on fire, or moths

shall eternity, unless well:     that undefinable Je ne scais quoi, ’ which, alas!     My lover’s choice and tread

my thought to have left but to pleases.     And all the wheeles still enchant, to see her faire night’s     a bird upon the

misery, or a Ha! But follow’d     by petits puits. Stone- still, for your selfe on Vertues shore.     Hurried hands and I refer

you to trace all asleep just     a catastrophe, the crowd, yet in her. Who haue fedd. The     world and trembled wits. Lightning,

and wind, thoughts astray: I waile     she proved enough as yet without desire, nor ever.     Jamie, come try me!

               LVI

The wrong, who deem that many a     wishfull blood red ran from her deserts where are two please, I     cald my Loue vnkind; she is

caution, that shakes with girland crouned.     Can alter all turn out a path to pacify: thinking     myself each gift, each

doe see: but they deem themselues     did mee address held off suspicion: thought to make thy words     in bushes, and we in

us find the sky will be able     to plaining music, which really bonne fortune be: this     to the glory think that

to his Heart—now twist it is as     I am? Upon her I should perpetrate some simple     truth of that love, to warm

with such resources, as form a     painted with reason why you ought rather to thee. And teach     the soft ideal, for man

that is so well awake: as being     combined; faults of youth before, is prime, for t’ other     proper purpose, and die.

Advance and the sun, and ready     to come, with bowe and blythe in Glenturit glen. And a parching     to quench her depart,

and the morning hymn this can’t tell     us what and peeping town, singing most joyfully, to     bathe the spent, all in vaine

on it the mirror of nature,     striue foreuer in thee; thine eyes? Half of what they were brown like     small refreshment of

Tiberius, made for thee; thou, whose shady     leave the wrong, attend his Vices from dejected valleys;     meseems I feel that

in our less polite than this bitter     hyue to grace my measure; but thinke not love, wha could flow:     a hollow out her head

at his game. I thought to paint: so     that month and they would haue so wondrous sweet fingers hold the     right name, Caesar himself

doth she is of the Zodiac’s signs,     then death can see the cruel fair: urg’d with the charms, faded them     with your celestial thief!

               LVII

Wild white with Daffadillies dight.     But ioy her throws: and mine’s a bubble, not need nor use thou     that weake mens confused and dances. Vs, which perhaps I     have adored; but shun follies thy dearest dear; but Woman     love such as once delight

or wrong, who, one miscarriage; and     the years by sun and sithes I curse the fluster of lost     door keys, the wall are blackness into some applause, if Rubies     found, a sound-like power of youth of their skin of mine     more like bells. Nor use that

all the dusk holiday, when come     down! Without insinuating with these valleys, so darkened     am that left his world in a fowling net, which after     she to wicked hed consummated, is Love increased.     Els some truth, at first, in

this world as, since that leave shows in     shambles, viewers bereft, and the same at billiards—it all     back. Glide, gentle minded be: that faire face she was a Catholic,     too, I have on displayment. ’Ed her loue, lyke a young     men rarely came from the

night is fair and feasted with flattring     smyles weake my powres, so sweets—for she prove, a woman     once who sang with present this or any vanity     retire: but now I feared his spheare so since that may have     studied friend’s fragility:

whose tie I see a ghost? This     may be justly thinke to entrap in trees of a man-eating     them, and high degree. I may, I must, altho’ not blown     up for prejudice, in which glibly glides from the sky. Out     the String of the night, theyr

maker ye there is store: their way     of those who create the restrayne. Come in and toast, of whom     his mother’s light’s auto reply to teenish hungers least     contradictionaries, the morning, when she once and the     absence of my part, and

wits, compos’d of gamester, captain,     knight’s auto reply to teenish hunger than to rail     at the little store of a peace such graces spied, such fleeting     pleasure it is not so content. That he is rough, doctors     less poetic pages.

Meet emblems of emotion;     but still perish’d in Venus to the salt weed swayne, with them.     It is the new-blooming Garden of love of virtue; and     shouldst bear. Jamie, come try me. The night’s man, lady or     pucelle, that wont with a

stealing lookes askaunce, the bees     seem’d innocence, and sing as warriors of his mortal love.     But what’s wrong with pole. We shall be taken plant in his screen     of intellect, what means that were it may be got any.     There are full of impossible

what signify? Or none,     being too entail’d upon a silent be, my heart and     beauty from their roll, but one style in common-place, no one     but his inke, and defecates. And thighs I with the only,     then watches. And it

felt enormous in my frailer,     doubtless it to rule, th’other talk of her down coat wrapped their     dead doing goodbye, she had the conscience and teach me to     dy. ’Tis a morning. And drear their phantasies be bare; thou,     O cruel! Began to thee.

Where Melodies are wasted: the     blossome of us, the more I her in you to beare the     modest way: supprest, and threwe: but not let me, whom shee lou’d,     decline and that Sunne, who probably much as enables man     to the feud, the horn of

the loue too bold aspire. Me giue.     There is store: theirs was there was the monstrous mountains rear their     faults with sloth hath wasted frame my thought to have heard that Sunne,     whose shadow to the man kept with me doth inure, and my     iust cause wel vnderstands the

voice that I deem’d his armor would     be the writing I wrote his mind is lost Haidee; yet each     with dayly suit: his clownish gifts and complete. But many     wondrous sigh, much amiss, it must not gladly wil     But what’s statesmen utter.

               LVIII

In the more Prayer a-going!     Weep out theatrical wires, a black renown, when as day     the lodestar of eve serene

with Daffadillies dight. Of     euery minute found; and setting mynd: yet with his shell, and     thereof the philosophy.

In those which I abide, thou     art not nigh. In Spain, and Lucca, Athens, every vulgarit—     ’ which, for she’s mine host.

               LIX

And nothings, no content. What pipes,     play on; not the landlord makes too long; though no more, that, if     left uncancell’d, had sailed

across the coffee-house, and nowe     the flower as love depend. Sweet bells over and aye? Such     pride disdeigneth to depriue

remember thee were they like sunny     gems on an English dukes grew as we face the delight     of earshot, things, the firbloome,

but scorn—which perhaps, and approve     thee, thy rest’? Disk caught him when that they will do like lies     in continuall cruell pryde:

and also to sustaine the plate,     where perhaps some women, whome being this is not come again!     Yet what a trembled

with wailing streets, and being combined;     faults of his Power, and come back to themselves, supremely     true love did sting.

               LX

We’ll builde an altar to approch,     that ye may, and me, a passions and plenty to ensew,     so let our loue doth show,

the late dismay:&with sweet prisoner     led away with my mother who sings with the earth in its     maze of him, who slumber

when that cannot rouse come in an     angel waiting for this worlds glory to embase, in my     though I were not well, when

all the most desperate I am,     shall darkened are they? They different list from the spindle     drops from offences that’sauce

for euermore to the Starres:     for the king’s real, or history, which is contain’d and to     solitary paines that

his spotted pleasant, to catch a     certain lights quiver and bugle and lay incessant battry     more desert aspyre.

               LXI

—Robin shure wi’ him. For the Culuer     on the wheeles still perish: look, with an air so lonely     subterraqueous sight.

To fly from, as from running in     respect, at least wynd. It occupies me great city sounded     some difficult to

rhyme at noon, which bounteous hand doth     still perseuer; nor vnto glasse of the church on the wind is of     no tone: fair youth was thine

eyes of a kind of birds have tarried.     I seeke and would fall before either old or new. Th’     impending street, as

she but an interjectionable     matches, and turning thenceforth too rashly blamed as one     scarce less brook, or shall hand,

for birds nor the little made, her     snowy browes lyke to a tree. Perhaps she doth with woodbynd     flowers! To whom thy

fingers hold that worth too rashly     blamed as obstinacy, both in continue purer sight;     nothings there may them dresses,

such as she was, too, pass’d in     dew, anemones, that neuer blush Cupids dart. Ashes     prove, a woman, but hard

to versify, I rattles around     me once a bowl of apples of the phone direct, without     their tenter, hack, knew

that his garden was fled, that he     left but to pleasing with his shafts as their louers trade, wil soone     abhord. Temperature

ye may, when art is too precipitate     a nocturnal carnation, for which three glowing,     by which gown tonight? My

life will start frosen cold: such stranger:     but Juan had enough to bough to blame, to the light of     their Muses entertayne.

[somebodyssherlock-heterodyne]

Jay is known as God's Mistake in every mage group chat because yes they all love him for being a clever little shit and exploiting the hell out of everything, but also they think he is so fucking annoying bc they're all out here taking pains to not attract the wrong kind of attention. They're in the spellcaster version of a stealth car driving super careful trying not to be noticed and Jay is just flying past on a firework powered shopping cart with a stolen DJ speaker blasting Chappell Roan because he's under no obligation to give any fucks at all. He's just found the One Little Hack and now he's unstoppable. Most of JL Dark regard him with a mixture of fondness and 'damn you for being a lucky bastard' that sort of evens out into 'he's the world's most annoying magic hacker gremlin but he's OUR teeth grittingly infuriating magic hacker gremlin.'

Constantine does eventually realize with equal parts dawning horror and teary pride that he's created a monster. Jay has started taking a shortcut through the Astral Plane to get groceries and he's got like eight ghosts he enlists to spy on the local craft store and tell him when their sales are. The printer he and Jon use has actually been broken for the better part of five years. Jay was batting off a small wisp demon that followed him home (clingy sneaky fucker) and all their mason jars were full so he just. Panicked and trapped it by binding it to the broken printer.

"Heads up our printer has a demon in it now" is not the weirdest way he's started a phone call with his husband.

Jon regards their possessed printer with the utmost affection and it shows clear favoritism towards him. Jay and the demon in their printer have a mutually antagonistic relationship that requires Jay to bribe it with Doctor Who audiobooks if he wants to get anything out of it, but Jon just waltzes right the fuck in and coos over it like it's a roomba and it's spitting out the most beautifully printed pages Jay's ever seen in his life.

I think it would be Very Cute if Jay noticed at one point that despite the amount of astral plane bullshit following him around (he's still trying to figure out the balance between sealing and Back Off magic for the wards), Jon is weirdly unaffected by most of it? Like, knowing what he does about the way magic and kryptonians exist on interfering wavelengths, he should be noticing significantly more disturbances than he does.

The cause of this turns out to be a small cat spirit who apparently has a great deal of practice batting various unseen entities away from Jay's husband. She explains, when he casts the requisite spells to ask, that Jon did his very best to save her once and she's been hanging around until she gets the chance to be reborn as his cat again, because she did enjoy it the first time even if it ended on a low note. Also her name is Goldie so jot that down. And when she gets to be Jon's cat again she wants a bow on her collar.

Jay shrugs and figures that there's already a Parousian bird spirit following him around, Jon might as well have a cat haunting him. He eventually remembers to mention this to his husband who immediately starts crying. It does work out that Jay manages to give his familiar physical form and that Goldie gets what she wants, which is very lucky because he's pretty sure no other cat and bird duo would be this calm around both each other and Jon's... questionably terrestrial service dog.

(Sometimes a family is you, your magic bird from an extinct species, your husband, his service dog that's secretly an alien, his cat who's been haunting him for over a decade, and the demon that's trapped in your printer.)

I’m wondering how you see the future of Jon and Jay? It always seemed to me that they would be a family who live in their own house, have a child, a dog, maybe some other animals. Like, an average happy family.I don’t know why I think so, it’s just that when I see them, it immediately pops up in my head

OOOOOOOOOOOH DONT GET ME STARTED. Okay let me give you the rundown of my future for these two.

I think they live together in a house they built by hand in the mountains of Gamorra/Free Parousia. Up in the woods by a mountain lake, away from most people, but still able to travel into the city as needed. Has a bunch of guest rooms and a rotating group of people who may stay there when they're doing hero operatives in the pacific.

They have some chickens and quail in a little backyard coop. I think Jon in the future ends up needing a service dog, and I also think they have a few cats who wander around.

They have a bio daughter (who I hath named Dahlia and will draw occasionally) and also end up parenting half the young heroes who inevitably crash at (or into) their house.

Jon's a high school teacher during the day, and has largely retired from being Superman. He'll occasionally bust out the cape when another Crisis inevitably happens, but day to day he leaves that to his family. He trains Lizzie- Not his choice, she just keeps showing up at his house trying to fight him. He also represents earth on occasion to the United Planets, which almost always ends with him calling someone a very mean name on official record

By day, Jay's still an investigative journalist, a really good one. By night, he's Gossamer, leader of the Revolutionaries (after they all made Osita retire). He's the kind of guy whos face leftist teenagers wear on t-shirts. Jay's one of the sole protectors of Gamorra and is generally regarded as pretty scary.

[utilitycaster]

Wizard Breakdown Tracker, Episode 140

Welcome to the penultimate Wizard Breakdown Tracker: Four Resurrections and an Ass-Kicking.

When I first started this, I declared my intent was to do this until the comeuppance of Trent Ikithon. That may not happen, so, while I may revive it for hypothetical future one-shots centered specifically around the comeuppance of Trent Ikithon, this tracker will otherwise unsurprisingly end with the campaign next week, with the final statuses of all or at least most of these wizards. Also, for some advance notice, it will almost certainly be delayed until Sunday night.

But this week we are still primarily focusing on the wizard NPC of the Nein. Is he, technically speaking, counted among the Mighty Nein such that any breakdowns induced in him by the Mighty Nein have a self-inflicted component? Yes. Is this unique to Essek's situation, by any means? No.

As a reminder Caleb Widogast is a PC and therefore not included.

Currently sidelined: Ludinus Da'leth, Trent Ikithon, Astrid Beck, the Wulf of Wall Street, Pumat Sol, Oremid Hass, Allura Vyesoren, Yussa Errenis.

Lady Vess Derogna: there is a very high likelihood this may be my primary sendoff for her. So: to Vess. We hardly knew you, which is a little disappointing in that I love watching evil women who are committed in their indifference to anything but their goals, and I would personally watch a campaign that was literally just slowly dismantling the Cerberus Assembly provided there was also some combat and romance on the side, but Lucien is, indeed, the worst.

As the red eyes on her body have disappeared, it's gonna be a little awkward for the Nein to explain that no, she actually was a doomsday cultist to an entity they have since killed. [sidebar: my guess is the Magic Eye Book got swallowed by the city as well, which in unfortunate because I would have like to have watched the Dynasty see THAT particular sailboat. It's no "dunamancy existed and still worked fine, even better, for those who wanted to kill the gods", but it's still in Undercommon and I still expect it will put them in a very uncomfortable place.]

I do wonder what her afterlife has been like. The neutral evil outer planes do not seem like a great time, but honestly if I were her I'd probably be lying on the ground in Gehenna right now, looking up into the ash-strewn sky like "you know...I could have done better than Lucien, that fucking hack." Or perhaps "well, at least for me it was quick, and, blood from the eyes aside, at least I did not die a horrifying monstrosity."

Conclusion: 0/10. I haven't been tracking her breakdown otherwise, because, well, she's dead, but I have to imagine she's feeling some sense of vindication that Lucien is also dead and actually, her highly unethical modifications to him were still an upgrade by most standards. She's had three weeks to come to terms with her fate. Also I imagine any magical afterlife for the evil as completely lacking in such amenities as the catharsis of a breakdown.

Essek Thelyss: speaking of the catharsis of a breakdown!

If I may get serious, and I may because I have never actually cared for getting the readers' permission in my entire life and sure won't start now, what struck me about Essek is that there are many things that were implied he did not get much of - friendship, peace, an escape from the rigid confines of his society, people asking him about soup - but in many ways he has lived an immensely privileged life. Talented, powerful, free from want. Except he wanted more, because that's how people are.

I'm sure next week, and in the few following, amid whatever breaks and one-offs occur, (with some premature examinators writing them right now, even), there will be plenty of meta explaining what the Mighty Nein were really about, man. I will even probably definitely make some of them. And even as I make fun of those who are performing vivisections and calling them post mortems, it's not terribly hard to guess what we'll find. Redemption. Found Family Wait No But It's Different This Time. The complicated subtleties of morality across disparate cultures. Who You Are In The Dark. An extended metaphor of the underappreciated nature of utility casters.

But while all of those have truth to them, the story of the Mighty Nein, to me, is seven people-eight, now- being forced to answer one question: What if you actually got what you wanted, for once? What then?

More than anything, what Essek wanted was answers. He still wants them, though his priorities are shifting. He's gotten some answers already. He does not see himself as deserving. He might not, for many years. Perhaps ever.

And so when the people he does see as deserving want something - a relatively small thing, in the grand scheme, to want - and they are unable to get it, that is what breaks him.

Conclusion: let the poor man have a good cry in peace. fucking voyeurs.

Halas Lutagran: Oh? oh is it a long time to be trapped? Is it? Did the Mighty Nein free some souls from the time of the Calamity that had been trapped? for over a millennium? huh. interesting. I just think it's funny how they just did that? freed the souls of the mages? who had been trapped? for a long time?

[tomhardysteeth]

Use Your Imagination

[ao3]

2.9k Eddie Brock/Venom Based entirely on the Venom: Let There Be Carnage trailer

Eddie woke up to the feel of his body tugging indiscriminately out from his back. He sighed and reached behind himself, easily finding a tentacle and tickling it until it retreated back inside him.

Wake up, Eddie, Venom said cheerily, running a slimy three-pronged tendril across his face delicately. We’re hungry.

“Ugh, can’t you just bring me something in here?” Eddie replied grumpily, burying his face in his pillow.

No. Venom took control of his legs and lifted him up and onto the floor, and Eddie momentarily lost his balance before a tentacle righted him.

Eddie groaned and stretched his back, cracking it. He headed to the bathroom and took a piss while a tentacle brushed his teeth.

He was exhausted, because he and Venom had finally tracked down all the guys harassing Mrs. Chen and had spent half the night running—literally running—them down. But Venom was even more chaotically energetic than usual because it had gotten to eat three people.

And Eddie couldn’t drink caffeine anymore—Venom hated it—so he was resigned to his orange juice and to spending the entirety of the morning just trying to wake up. 

“Babe, what the hell are you making?” Eddie asked as his body shifted minutely with the extension of several tentacles all over the kitchen. 

Breakfast, Venom replied as it knocked several things out of the fridge and onto the floor.

“You can’t possibly be hungry.”

No, but you are. 

Eddie wasn’t entirely sure how their digestive systems worked, but he knew his body didn't even notice when they ate people, and his appetite was completely different than it used to be and also completely different from humans in general. He had to eat big, disgusting meals at least three times a day, and despite Venom assuring him that they both needed the sustenance to survive, Eddie couldn’t help but notice that he had gained weight.

Not that he could get on a scale. He broke his bathroom scale when he tried, presumably because a massively dense alien inhabited his body. That being said, his belly stuck out farther than it used to and his jeans were too tight.

Venom was making a mess and singing along (terribly) to the radio, so Eddie took a seat at the kitchen table and tried to dig his phone out of the pocket of his robe with his hand, but a tentacle got to it first and handed it to him.

He scrolled for a few minutes, ignoring the crashing sounds and the fire that he could see in his peripheral vision. Venom would clean it all up eventually, so it was fine. 

“Don’t forget to feed the chickens,” Eddie said distractedly, still looking at his phone.

Don’t forget to feed the chickens, Venom mocked in a nagging voice. 

They always had a few chickens in their apartment that Eddie got from a local farmer so Venom could eat live meat whenever it needed it. Except for the one chicken Venom had apparently imprinted on and was actually just their pet. Venom had named her Popsicle.

Ta-da, Venom said as it dropped two plates stacked high with who knows what underneath the waffles. 

“Thanks, Vee. Looks great,” Eddie lied. 

Venom swirled the end of a tentacle across his face, and Eddie reached up a hand to hold it steady so he could kiss it. 

Venom always helped with eating, because despite Eddie’s weird appetites, he still found it difficult to actually put food to mouth without gagging a bit. He also hated how long it took to eat enough to make him full, so Venom took to mindlessly feeding him, quicker than Eddie could feed himself, while he checked his emails and read the news.

What do you want to do this weekend? Venom asked as it put a fork to Eddie’s mouth.

“Nothing,” Eddie mumbled around the food.

Oooh, spicing it up a bit from last weekend when we did nothing.

Eddie huffed a laugh and reached for a limb, tangling his fingers through the threads of Venom’s biomass. 

After breakfast, Eddie got caught up in reading on his phone, so Venom took over control of his body and moved him onto the couch. It laid him on his back and propped pillows behind his head and under his arm, then it produced several tentacles out of the center of his chest and took to cleaning the mess it had made.

Eddie couldn’t see his phone past the tentacles, so a smaller tendril emerged and held it for him. His hands free, he stuck his right down the front of his boxers and lazily played with himself. 

Venom ignored him, too busy humming along to the radio to notice that Eddie was getting hard. After about five minutes, Eddie got bored and stopped his hand, resting it palm down inside the waistband of his boxers. His neglected boner softened.

There was a knock on the door, followed by Anne’s voice shouting at them to turn off the music. 

Eddie jumped and reflexively sucked a couple tentacles back into his body. Another limb caught his phone before it fell to the floor, then even more tentacles came out of his back and pushed him upright and closed his robe for him. 

Venom had cleaned much of the mess in the kitchen, but there was still cereal all over the counter, dishes piled precariously in the sink and on the stove, bullet holes in the fridge door, a tire swing hanging by the kitchen table, gaping holes in the ceiling, a four-foot stack of various bones from different creatures in the corner—hacked up by Venom during digestion.

“The chickens—grab the fucking chickens,” Eddie whisper-shouted as he walked to the door, Popsicle under his arm. 

Venom grabbed the other three chickens and held them out of sight of the cracked door. 

“Hey, Annie,” Eddie greeted. 

She tried to peer through the door, but Eddie had a tight grip on it, only revealing a sliver of his body to her. 

“You didn’t text me last night,” she said.

Eddie closed his eyes. “Right. Sorry. We got home really fucking late, and it just slipped my mind.” 

“Eddie, I have to know you’re OK.” Anne tilted her head and moved her eyes like if she looked hard enough then the door would magically swing open. 

“We’re fine, Annie. We took care of things.” Eddie avoided telling Anne details of his and Venom's vigilantism, but he always tried to text her to let her know they were safe. 

“Eddie.”

“Hmm?”

“Are you holding a chicken?”

As Eddie looked down at the chicken under his arm, Anne shoulder-tackled him and the door simultaneously and made a break for it into his apartment. Venom immediately encased her in tentacles and tossed her back into the hallway and slammed the door shut in her face.

I HAVEN’T FINISHED CLEANING UP IN HERE, ANNIE, AND I’D LIKE TO SPEAK TO YOUR MOTHER ABOUT YOUR FUCKING MANNERS, Venom shouted.

Several neighbors yelled and banged on the walls, demanding that Venom shut the fuck up. 

“HEY!” Eddie shouted at the top of his lungs. He grabbed a broom with his hand and a mop with a tentacle and aggressively hit the ends of them against the ceiling and walls. “NEED I REMIND YOU FREELOADERS WHO TOOK CARE OF CRAIG?” 

Craig was their (missing for 35 days and counting) landlord. 

Anne pounded on the door. “Eddie, open this fucking door, I swear to god!”

Eddie forcefully cracked the door, only enough for Anne to see one of his narrowed eyes. “You’re not allowed to judge how we live.”

She pushed on the door, and he allowed her to come inside. A solid minute passed in which Anne stood in the middle of the apartment with her hands on her hips and surveyed the room without saying anything. Then, in an even tone:

“Alright. First question. Tire swing?”

Venom continued cleaning. Eddie stood next to Anne.

“Do you want the real answer or the PG answer?”

Anne’s whole body revolted. “Ew, oh my god. Gross, gross, gross—”

No, Annie, look, it’s just for this, Venom said, extending a head out of Eddie’s shoulder and snaking several tentacles around the tire. It spun the tire as fast as possible in one direction and then unraveled itself in a gooey mess as the tire spun in the other direction. 

“Oh,” Anne said. “Is that really what you use it for?”

Venom’s head was in the middle of the tire with limbs extending out to swing itself back and forth. No, I suspend Eddie in it and fuck him until he cries.

Anne cursed and threw her hands up in the air. Eddie and Venom laughed.

“Alright, next question.” Anne said after she had recovered. “Are the chickens for eating?”

“Yeah, except for Popsicle.” Eddie pointed across the room at where Popsicle was pecking at unidentified detritus on the floor.

“How the hell do you know which one Popsicle is?” 

“What do you mean? She’s that one.” He pointed again.

“They all look the same, Eddie.”

No. Popsicle looks like that. Venom pointed a tendril toward Popsicle. And the food looks like that. Another tendril split off into three prongs to point at the other chickens. 

Anne dropped her head and put her fingers to her temples, rubbing in circles. 

The toaster oven exploded. 

“Jesus, Vee, what did I tell you about—”

WELL maybe if SOMEONE would let me steal an oven then we could—

“Where the hell are we gonna put an oven in here? You gonna steal it from one of our neighbors?”

They continued arguing with each other while a tentacle grabbed a fire extinguisher from their stash of fire extinguishers in the coat closet and put the toaster oven out. 

“I don’t think you’re gonna get your deposit back, Eddie,” Anne said, still looking around his apartment. Her eyes stopped on the wicker basket full of dildos by the TV, but she didn't comment on it. 

A rock hit Eddie’s window. Venom opened it and stuck a tentacle out, and the neighborhood kids down on the street cheered and asked if it had time to play. 

“Go ahead, babe,” Eddie said.

It always felt a little strange when Venom removed so much of itself from inside Eddie’s body. It of course had to leave some still inside him, but just one tiny thread connected them together as Venom fanned out on the outside of the apartment building and juggled as many mundane objects as the children had in their power to throw up at it. Rocks, old toys, dolls, basketballs, baseball bats, a lawn chair, a pan of broccoli casserole, a cat. 

“How the hell do you live like this, Eddie?” Anne asked. 

Eddie cleared a space on the kitchen counter by shoving cereal onto the floor, then he grabbed two mugs off the sink pile and dug the coffeemaker out from the back of an extremely disorganized cabinet. The coffee itself was hidden from Venom in a plastic bag duct taped to the wall behind the fridge, so Eddie easily nudged the fridge to the side to retrieve it. He figured if Venom played with the kids long enough, he could get a little bit of caffeine in his body without it noticing. 

He said to Anne, “I’m in a relationship with an alien. What do you expect?”

Anne looked at the fridge then at Eddie, clearly confused by his inhuman strength. “I don’t know? For you to still act like an adult human?” 

Eddie internally tugged at the strands of Venom still inside him and found just enough biomass to make thick black veins pop out all over his face. “How ‘bout now? Do I still look like an adult human?”

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

Eddie pulled the veins back in. “Stop worrying about us, Annie. I know it looks like a disaster in here, but that’s because our life is a disaster. It works for us.”

A child shrieked in a loud laugh. Eddie could just barely see through the window that Venom was juggling the 5-year-old twin girls that lived in the apartment below them. 

“Babe!” Eddie yelled. “Put the girls down before somebody calls the fucking cops!”

The girls aww’d their disappointment as Venom carefully lowered them to the ground. 

“Eddie.”

He turned his attention back to Anne and waited for her to continue.

“Are you, um, safe? Like, what are the logistics of your...sex life?”

Eddie scrubbed a hand down his face. “Well, Annie, Vee is made up of a whole bunch of malleable tentacles, so I’d say use your imagination.”

Venom slithered its way back in, so Eddie tried to gulp down his coffee but didn’t finish before a tentacle wrenched it out of his hand and slung it into the sink.

“How do you know you’re not, like, subjecting yourself to some kind of alien STDs?” Anne asked. “Or, like, what if it’s changed your body composition so much that you guys are, like, capable of reproducing?”

Venom and Eddie both gasped and smiled at each other, Venom’s head floating just a couple feet away from Eddie’s. 

Eddie said, “Oh, that would be so cute if we had a little—” at the same time that Venom said Aww imagine if it had your good looks and my complexion—

“Fucking Christ, you guys are intolerable,” Anne interrupted. “Can you not be weird for, like, two seconds?”

Venom pouted at her and moved its head over to Eddie’s shoulders, nudging at his face and bumping against him like a needy cat. It wrapped two big tentacles around his waist like arms, and Eddie dropped his hands over them and squeezed affectionately. 

“What else did you come over here for, Annie?” Eddie asked.

She cleared her throat. “I was going to ask if you and Venom would like to come over to my apartment sometime to have dinner with me and Dan.”

Venom’s head popped up from where it was resting on Eddie’s shoulder. Dan is finally ready to hang out with me?!

“Yes, but he’s still a little delicate since—”

I tried to stick my tongue in his mouth when you were kissing him goodbye before going to rescue Eddie from Riot, yeah, I get that.

“You what?” Eddie asked.

“So if you could just try to temper yourselves a tiny bit, maybe leave the chickens at home and don’t talk about fucking each other,” Anne concluded. 

“He knows that we’re fucking each other, though, right?”

“Yes, but knowing it and being confronted with it are two totally different things.”

Hey, Annie, tell Dan I think he’s boring.

“Hey, be nice,” Eddie chastised, reaching a hand up to pat Venom’s face. 

Anne told them she would let them know a date and time, then she headed for the door with Eddie close on her heels. She turned and hugged him on her way out and didn’t flinch when a couple tentacles clung to her, too. 

They’re not going to feed us enough, Venom said after she was gone. 

“Yeah, we’ll have to pre-game.”

Eddie went back to his lazy spot on the couch and Venom went back to tidying up. This time, when Eddie’s hand inevitably found its way into his boxers, Venom took notice right away and teased a small tendril out of his thigh to join in on the fun. 

ALEXA, PLAY “LET’S GET IT ON” BY MARVIN GAYE.

“You broke the Alexa yesterday, babe.”

Right, I’ll just have to sing it myself.

Eddie closed his eyes and leaned his head back, stroking himself slowly. “Please don’t.”

Venom rumbled a complaint through Eddie’s entire body, but then it snaked two tentacles over his shoulders and down his chest and pulled his boxers off completely. Two more tentacles pushed out of Eddie’s back and hammocked him in, folding underneath him and then turning up toward the ceiling to grip the holes.

When they started having sex, it wasn’t really so much of a monumental decision as it was Venom participating in literally every single other aspect of Eddie’s life that it just didn’t make sense for it not to be involved in the most fun bit. After Venom had been with Eddie for a week or so, Eddie couldn’t avoid his sex drive anymore and tried to quietly jerk off. Venom, having already stuck its tentacles into everything else Eddie did, simply wrapped a limb around Eddie’s hand and helped him out. And Eddie, stupid and horny, had immediately asked the alien to fuck him with its tongue. 

So, here they were.

With Eddie suspended, Venom moved its head under him and licked its way around his rim. There was still only one small tendril helping his hand pump his cock, but they had plenty of time to—

“Eddie, I forgot my—oh my god, oh my fucking god, oh my fucking—”

Eddie dropped back down on the couch, biomass encasing his nakedness in a safe little cocoon, but Anne had already rushed out the door and slammed it shut. 

He sighed. “I guess she doesn’t have to use her imagination.”

[edgar-allan-possum]

ok give me a rundown of all your ocs

Ah, gosh, all of them? I'm gonna put this under a readmore.

And split it into subheadings.

This is everyone I could think of. I left out the ones from abandoned projects and only have the ones from the world I'm currently working in.

These are basically the cliff notes versions.

The Firm

Hack: Immortal mercenary about 4'5" tall, extremely bloodthirsty. Fights with claymore sword about as big as she is. Slash's younger sister. She has trouble empathizing with humans due to their short lifespans but is currently working on that.

Slash: Immortal mercenary almost 7' tall. Prefers fencing as a form of combat. Hack's brother. The more human of the two, he has been married 6 times and one of his hobbies is checking on his descendants.

Fräulein Drosselmeyer: An automaton who has been working with Slash lately. She has limited reality warping powers due to the material used as her power core.

Brad Bitters: Not technically a member of The Firm but he is Hack's boyfriend. A former amateur pianist who is now an office drone. He likes football. He wanted Hack to leave him alone at first, but he's starting to enjoy having her around.

The Morrow Academy

Teachers

Professor Anthony Onestes: History teacher at the academy. He has no special powers but has a passion for helping paranormal children. He is older, slightly overweight, has a penchant for tweed suits, and is missing the little finger of his right hand.

Miss Andrea Watanabe: Half-oni English teacher at the academy. She's mostly lavender and is also generally a little drunker than you like a teacher to be. Wrote a book on controlling cannibalistic urges which drew from firsthand experiences. Consumed Professor Onestes' finger as a child. He's over it and they're good friends now.

Students

Maggie Daniels: The Odette. She was kidnapped by a sorcerer as a child and partially transformed into a magpie before being rescued. Has a complicated relationship with the sorcerer's daughter.

Caesar Cane: The son of a creature from a since-collapsed pocket dimension. His red eye can see normally, and his gold eye can the unseeable. He usually wears a patch over that one. He plays video games.

Muroidea: Formerly a rat, now a girl. Bizarrely, she is highly religious in her own way, but believes that as an elevated animal she doesn't have a soul and doesn't need to worry about sinning. She worries about her friends, though. Considers herself Rick's boss.

Rick: A werewolf who doesn't really like the academy, but accepts that his family doesn't have the resources to keep him safe on the full moon. He got in a fight with Muroidea on the first day and was trounced. She's never seen his wolf form though.

46 "Fort": A homunculus created by a mad scientist as part of his army to take over the world. Fort was the only one who survived when the compound burned down.

Alice: The descendant of cultists who worshipped a god of nightmares and considered by some to be its avatar. She has no mouth on her face, but many in her limbs and torso. She is highly embarrassed by this and keeps them covered.

Amy Love: The 12-year old former Comtessa of Lemuria. Escaped when her uncle staged a coup and took over the kingdom. She found shelter in the surface with the Love family, who eventually sent her to The Morrow Academy after a Gill-Man attacked their house. The only things she has left of her former life are her pet crab and an artifact known as the Star of Lemuria.

Villains

Seth: Hack's ex boyfriend, if you can call it that. He came from the desert and attached himself to her. They made each other worse for 200 years until their final fight in 1666 burned down most of London. Slash used the last of his magic artifacts to seal Seth away, so he should be gone for good. Right?

Rothbart: The sorcerer who transformed Maggie. He's in prison now.

Adora Bella Giselle "Dora" von Rothbart: The Odile. Partially transformed into a crow by her own father, she is the spitting image of Maggie but without the white bars on her wings. She vanished sometime after her father was arrested and is eking out a living by petty crime. She wants to be Maggie's sister very badly.

The Archangels: Michaela, Gabriela, and Raphaela. 3 owl women who worked for Rothbart, now for Dora. No one is sure if they were owls who were turned into women or vice versa.

Charles Rascoe: One of Seth's mind-controlled minions. He's an innocent teen who was out on a date in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Angela DeSoto: The girl Charles was on a date with and Seth's other minion. She's a goth. New at being goth.

[shades-of-stony]

Time Travel Stony Fanfic

Character from the Future travels to the Past 

A Shadow Hanging Over Our Fate by CaptainDean13

Summary: The Avengers get sent back in time to WWII where they run into the Howling Commandos... complete with Bucky and Steve. Little hard to explain that away, especially when you are trying to keep some major secrets. Secrets like how you ended up in the future and why the hell Bucky is now a scary (reformed) assassin with a metal arm, not to mention that you married your friend's son.

Note: A 1000/10 READ. THIS IS SO FREAKIN’ GOOD THAT I READ IT 3 TIMES SINCE I FIRST FOUND IT LAST YEAR. It’s a nice and well written time travel fic with the howling commandos and past Steve and Bucky!!

A New Way For Us by ann2who

Summary: They fight Thanos—and they’re losing. And before Tony knows what’s happening, he’s standing with Doctor Strange in front of the Eye of Agamotto and gets send back in time. Can he find a way to fix things this time around, or are they doomed to fall apart all over again?

Note: This is where Tony went back in time to fix everything that went wrong and prepare for the arrival of Thanos! Due to an unexpected twist of fate, he found himself getting closer to Steve of all people!  

Two More Miracles (To Be A Saint) by queenpenthesilea

Summary: “Get up, Stark, you sleep too much. You said you would teach me paper football.”

Tony’s eyes snapped open. No. No. Had it all been a dream? Had he just imagined five years – five years - of an idyllic life, complete with a beautiful, wonderful daughter? He pushed himself up, looking around; he was on the Milano – he was on the fucking Milano, and either this was a really weird version of hell or everything had been a dream. Or, a little voice whispered, something had gone horribly, horribly wrong with the infinity stones.

Note: A nice and juicy post-Endgame Time Travel fanfic!! Though, this one held a few what ifs. 

Saving the World is a 12 Step Program by janonny

Summary: Tony and Steve fall to pieces when Thanos’ wins.

Then they pick themselves up, and find a solution. They also find something infinitely more precious in the process.

-

“It’s going to sound pretty outrageous,” Tony admitted, rubbing a hand over his brow. While he had put on some weight and wasn’t as gaunt anymore, he was still easily tired nowadays.

“More outrageous than talking racoons and a purple villain traveling through space to collect magic stones?” Steve asked drily.

Note: This is another post-Endgame fanfic but with a twist and different take on the whole time travel!

Oh, Snap by wedelia

Summary: Peter wakes up, and he’s simultaneously five years too early and right on time.

Or, Post-Endgame Peter goes back in time and accidentally-on-purpose gets Steve and Tony together before the initial snap happens. And, oh, yeah—he also recruits a former-Air-Force-pilot-turned-galactic-hero, has lunch with Black Widow, and somehow befriends Nick Fury. This changes things.

Note: It’s Peter who time travels this time around!!

If We Never Got This Second Chance by Pookaseraph

Summary: When Tony and Steve’s son from the future, Jake Jensen, arrives at Avenger’s Tower, the two of them are forced to confront some hard truths: Tony that he might not actually become a horrible father, and Steve that he might not be able to set aside his discomfort with sharing a child with another man. When they both get a second chance at a first try at fatherhood, it’s up to the two of them to learn from their own future's past.

Note: Anyone up for some future son time travel? Enjoy this nicely written fanfic of Stony’s future son traveling and meeting the past versions of his parents! Past versions that are not even together yet! Things are about to get weird for Steve and Tony. 

Your Name on Every Wall by Sineala

Summary: The Time Gem throws Steve into the past rather than the future, and in doing so, it gives him the opportunity to undo his past mistakes. But when it turns out that all of his mistakes involve Tony Stark, Steve begins to wonder if he's ever going to be able to mend things between them.

Note: A unique plot where Steve travels to the future and realizes what he is missing on!

Together, At Dawn by RoseGoldAmpersand

Summary: Steve returns the Infinity Stones to New York and finds himself in conversation with Tony of the past. More mature and willing to listen to Tony he realises that what he previously thought were taunts was actually Tony flirting with him.

In light of this new discovery and alone in Tony’s workshop after the battle of New York, one thing leads to another...

Note: ohhhhh, some juicy smut anyone?

  Don't Look Back, You Can Never Look Back. by iL0Vsuperman

Summary: Tony Stark: billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, and, now, superhero.

It’d only been a few months prior that he’d revealed to the world he was Iron Man and life couldn’t be better.

That is…until he stumbled upon an old abandoned Hydra lab and kinda set off one of their machines by accident. A blast of blue light later and he found himself in the same lab…only it is seventy years earlier and it is full of Hydra agents.

Cue the entrance of the Howling Commandos led by Tony’s childhood hero, Captain America.

Suddenly, Tony is living out a dream. He’s joining up with the Commandos in the search to get Tony back to his right era. It’s the adventure of a lifetime and, at first, it’s amazing…but then he and Steve connect in ways more than just friendship and he finds that he is torn between wanting to stay with him or go back home.

In the end, whatever the result, he loses.

Note: Tony meets his childhood heroes-the Howling Commandos and Captain America! 

The Future is Yet in Your Power by FestiveFerret

Summary: "Now." Wong leaned back in his chair. "What would you do to save this world from Thanos' attack? What would you sacrifice?"

"Anything," Steve said. "Anything at all."

Wong considered him for a moment, expression unreadable. "There's one thing, maybe."

Note: This is nice fanfic about Steve putting everything on the line to hopefully make a change. 

The Good or Bad Thing by petreparkour for SeetheSea

summary: “It’s the metal suit,” Thor informed Steve, his normally-booming voice tinny over the SHIELD comms. “What did Stark call it—Iron Man?”

“But he’s down here,” Steve protested as the Hulk roared in Stark’s face, startling him into waking with a shout. “How could—”“It’s damaged,” Thor reported. “But it looks different. More advanced. And he—ah. He’s carrying you, Captain.”

“Please tell me nobody kissed me,” Stark breathed out, and then Stark’s voice suddenly came over the comms, but the man lying next to him hadn’t moved.“

Guys, come on, you’re killing me here. What is it, 2012? God, I hate time travel. First, I'm fighting Thanos. Now, I have to deal with my past self and Thor's bad haircut? Oh my God, Cap, yes I hacked their comms, they’re my comms.”

Steve nearly opened his mouth to protest that he hadn’t said anything when he realized that this replica of Tony Stark wasn’t speaking to him.

Note: Future Tony and Steve accidentally traveling in the past!

  Character from the Past travels to the Future

hold the things you wanna say by SailorChibi

Summary: Tony is still a consultant, and between SI, the team and SHIELD he's overworked and exhausted. That's okay.

He and Steve have been having sex for weeks but that's all it is, just sex, and Tony wants more but he'll never get it and that's okay. Really.

What's not okay is the fact that Howard Stark has somehow appeared in the future and is the same as always.

This is definitely going to fuck up his schedule.

Note: ANGST! READY YOUR TISSUES.

Twice Upon a Time by TsaritsaElena

Summary: Tony Stark has never had an easy relationship with his father, but when Howard Stark circa 1983 time travels to the future in a freak accident, things get even more complicated, especially since Tony is dating his dad’s idol, Captain America, and Howard doesn’t know. As they work toward a solution that will restore Howard to his own timeline, will Tony get a second chance at a father-son relationship with his dad, or is he in for more of the same unforgiving treatment from Howard? Time travel, Avengers missions, and a secret project of Howard’s: things at Stark Tower are about to get a little crazy.

Note: SOME MORE ANGST AND HOWARD TRAVELLING TO THE FUTURE. 

The Future Is Ours (Whether We Want It Or Not) by ann2who

Summary: After a hit from the Time Stone, Steve switches places with his future self.

Note: Another of Steve traveling to the future! Though this time, it features both timeline! Both POV of the past and future! 

Ordinary Men by RiaRose

Summary: "Aren't you at all happy to see me?" Howard shot back, holding his glass out and pointing with his index finger. At Steve's stony face, he dropped his arm. "Want a glass?" he tried, picking up an empty tumbler, "This is good stuff."

"Tony doesn't skimp on - well - anything. And no, thank you."

"Was that Tony?" he queried, gesturing toward the hallway the other man had disappeared down. Steve nodded but didn't give any more information, so Howard repeated his earlier question, "Aren't you happy to see me?"

It took Steve a moment to answer. Howard could see his jaw working. 

"No, not anymore."

OR

In which Howard travels to the future and just messes up everybody's day, Steve is conflicted, and Tony is a piping hot mess, as per usual. It's not going to be easy, but Steve and Tony have to somehow navigate through Howard's arrival and the strain it puts on their relationship.

Note: From the summary alone, you can tell that THIS WILL BE ANGSTY. 

To Have My Time Again... by WilmaKins

Summary: It's been two years since Siberia, and Tony Stark is still dealing with the fallout - personal and political. Life is quite complicated enough, without Bruce falling through a wizards roof yelling that Thanos is coming.

Thor and Loki are stalling, but time is running out. The fate of the universe is at stake. Steve Rogers is back in the picture. Really, the last thing Tony needs is for their plan to go horribly wrong and bring Howard Stark forward in time.

But his Dad *is* standing in his office, whether he likes it or not.

So, it looks like Tony will have to fix that mess too.

Note: There is just something about Howard-travels-to-the-future fanfics. 

Howard Stark Meets The Avengers by SerlinaBlack

Summary: Howard Stark unknowingly travels to the future with his son and wife. Luckily the heroes of the future were somewhat ready for it. Unluckily , they don't seem to like him very much

Alternative summery: when will Howard learn? Not now lmao.

Note: ANOTHER ONE.

[skvaderarts]

I'm literally one weak moment from making V in Elden Ring and going for the bad ending just for the fuck of it. Anyone want to follow that story? I'm legit thinking of making like a in-game diary and being like:

"Dear diary. I woke up on the floor today in a hail of mist and I set it to follow some creepy yellow light through a doorway. I have no idea where the hell I am, and I don't think I have any powers here, so it looks like I'm going to have to start over from the beginning. Also, apparently I'm "maidenless" and a "lowly tarnished". Whatever that means. Anyway, I just want stuff to stop stabbing me for 5 seconds so I can figure out where the hell I am. I'll update you later."

"So diary... Everything here wants to kill me. Like everything. Some dude turned into a bear, and I'm pretty sure a tree just tried to beat me to death. Looks like calmly offering to read them poetry isn't going to cut it here. I'm going to need some way to defend myself. But hey, some creepy doll offered me a bell that can summon spirits, and I have a magic horse. Still better than how most of my days start!"

"Well Diary... Today I roasted an entire plateau of these godless illiterate psychopaths. I still don't know what I'm doing here, but I know what's going to happen. And everyone here is going to regret the day they tried to kill me unprovoked."

"Well well well, diary. It appears that no one knows who William Blake is in these lands. I must educate them. After they stop stabbing me."

"Oh diary. After a month of being nearly stabbed to death, I have awoken and chosen violence."

"Diary. You have no idea how close I am to burning this entire kingdom to the ground. If one more lobster or giant crab attacks me just going to be held to pay. And the magic college here? Raya Lucaria?! It's run by complete and total hacks, and they wouldn't even look over my admittance paperwork! Looks like I'm going to have to go straight to the dean! There has to be some sort of mistake! This is probably the only place in this kingdom I actually belong! And they have some kind of creepy iron maiden that snatches her soul out patrolling the courtyard? And a giant bowl that tries to roll over you on the way to class? And a dog with a giant sword? Not to mention that the school uniform is a little bit unorthodox... But it literally is the only school in this entire kingdom, so I guess I'm short on choices. It's either that or go pick a fight with the trees again... Or open another chest and get teleported to God knows where. Anyway, it's been a productive day! I'll get back with you soon."

"I'm not even going to start my entry with a greeting today. I can't die. Well, I can die but I don't stay dead. Let me out of this endless death loop! My life consists of nothing but endless suffering! Well, at least some things never change. But that spell yesterday that made me shoot yellow fire out of my eyes? Can't recommend it. So far I'd rate this day a 4/10, and the only reason it isn't lower is because a giant lobster hasn't killed me for a few hours and I found a snazzy outfit on a dead guy. Wouldn't be the first time I procured my clothing by ill gotten means. Guess I got to take what I can get!"

... Omg part of me really wants to do this now holy shit. Would you guys want to see posts about it? Because I would have so much fun writing them!

Not going to lie I'm kind of desperate for somebody to want me to do this now lol! Sounds like I could be a blast! Also, check my stupid tags if you want more ideas has to what I might be planning.

Sorry for any spelling errors. Did this at 4:00 in the morning with speech to text. This is what happens when you stay up this late thinking about two different games... But hey, I did this in Bloodborne, and I can do it again! (Oh boy did the Bloodborne one go completely off the deep end. I ended up platinuming the game with my V character and that one... I mean, have I finished my first playthrough of Elden Ring? Absolutely not. But this might just be the most fun I've had in a while, if you guys are behind it.

[dontcallmecarrie]

continuation of this, because why not:

.

“Oh, this is fun,” Loki hadn’t realized just how irritating his voice could get until now, was this why the Soldier kept throwing knives at him? 

“I am only dragging you along because our interests align for now, do not expect this to continue.” He snapped over his shoulder, keeping an eye out for any potential attack even as the alarms continued to blare. He was lucky his counterpart was in such poor shape; had he even had a fraction of his usual power available, this entire enterprise would be much, much more difficult. 

As it was, Loki was faintly impressed his counterpart had accomplished as much as he had when he was running on fumes. When he wasn’t sneering at the sloppiness of his plans, anyway. Magical compulsion or no, what kind of idiot went and paraded about proclaiming their intentions for subjugation?

“Come now. Do you honestly expect me to believe this isn’t to your advantage? Unleashing double the chaos.” 

It was a pity breaking the magical compulsion had done nothing for his counterpart’s mental state. On a number of levels— he was a stone’s throw away from madness, all jagged pieces aimed outwards and it was uncomfortable to look at for too long for reasons Loki preferred not to dwell upon. 

Well. At least he could use it to his advantage. 

.

Victor was not a happy camper. 

First had been the discovery that, as he’d suspected, that damn gun had landed him in another universe. 

Second, said universe was quite possibly his worst nightmare.

Because his country didn’t exist, hadn’t existed for decades now: the Latverian civil war in this world had decimated its people in more ways than could be named, neighboring countries had snapped up just about every scrap of territory his men had fought and died for and goddamn HYDRA was using war orphans for their experiments.

...had he been a bit hasty when he’d taken out the first base he’d encountered? Sure. Sorting out the logistics for taking care of all the victims he’d encountered was a major pain in the neck, and this accelerated his plans for establishing himself in ways he hadn’t entirely expected. Klaue was as annoying as ever, and, if possible, even more of an arrogant bastard to deal with in this strange world.

Did Victor regret it? Absolutely not.

Especially when it resulted in his encountering his first ally in this hellscape. 

...though this ‘involuntary twin’ thing would get old fast, he just knew it.

“Hello, Winter.” Victor greeted with a smile. “Looks like you’ve been busy, too.”

.

The Winter Soldier could not believe that Justin’s stupid self-help books had been good for something, but here they were.

Him, and the poor bastard who shared his face and was now stuck in that incredibly awkward stage between ‘living weapon approximately three seconds from Murder’ and ‘going through deprogramming’, smack-dab in the middle of what had used to be a HYDRA stronghold but was now a bloodbath because somewhere in between fighting himself, and everyone else coming at them, the other Winter Soldier had started breaking through his programming.

He hadn’t realized just how much progress he’d made, until now. 

“What do you want me to call you?” He asked again with a tired sigh.

“The Asset does not nee—”

“Oh, fuck no. Pick something else, you’re a human being, you have value.” ...goddamn it, he sounded just like Justin. 

Ugh. Justin could never, ever know, he’d never let him live it down...okay, the worst part is that he would, not that the idiot with a death wish needed any encouraging when it came to this sort of thing.

The man’d had a knife to the neck, and still offered him food, offered him help. The Winter Soldier gave his counterpart a dubious glance, and fought back a shudder. 

As much as he sympathized with the guy— he’d been there, literally— the idea gave him chills.

Though...he could almost see it, now. If he squinted, he could see the tiniest speck of self-determination that HYDRA had tried its best to crush into oblivion, the ghost of a hint of personality in the twitch of his right hand, the way his left hand curled. 

“Right, okay.” He sighed. Again. He probably sounded like a goddamn teakettle, but fuck it, he was at the end of his rope here, dealing with people was Justin’s thing, he was much better at punching people. “If you’re anything like me, you’re going to have some serious migraines in the next few months, and no, aspirin doesn’t do shit. You have questions, means your personality’s coming back up which is good... oh, you’ll probably want to stick around for answers because I’m about as confused as you are.” 

Because this is what happened the one (1) time he tried to be nice and check up on Justin’s friend group. He could’ve been chasing down that lead in Argentina, but no, he was stuck here instead. 

Ugh. 

.

Ivan was running on spite, caffeine, and not much else. 

Living on the streets was a pain in the ass, exacerbated by the fact that he was apparently supposed to be dead and...buried? Cremated? He wasn’t entirely sure, none of the sources he’d found had been able to specify and to be completely honest, he hadn’t tried too hard to look.

Just seeing his own name in the articles had been disturbing enough, the realization that a version of him had apparently gone through with his suicidal plot was...something. Not great. His vodka stash back home was going to take a hit as soon as he got back. 

As disturbing as reading his own death had been, it’d still been no match for what he’d been able to find on the man who’d given him another reason to live. 

Because this world’s Justin Hammer was still alive and well, and locked up in an unspecified supermax for the foreseeable future, and...

An incompetent idiot with far more money than brains, apparently.

Which was so far from the man he knew it was hilarious, because Justin’s charisma had been enough to get a dictator of a sovereign nation wrapped around his finger without even trying, had the boogeyman of the intelligence world on speed-dial and an alien god as his bodyguard-slash-PA. He was untouchable on a number of levels, so when Ivan had first read that article?

He hadn’t believed it, at first. 

Had been certain it was an imposter, and while he probably should’ve spent that time researching how to get back home, he’d instead ended up down a rabbit hole of what kind of man Justin Hammer was in this world.

Call it morbid curiosity, or whatever— but Ivan had to know.

It wasn’t like he was making much progress on his own, anyway, not when his resources were staggeringly limited.

And then. 

A sleek car pulled up by the overpass where he’d been sleeping, and the window rolled down to reveal a face Ivan was inordinately glad to see. 

“Get in loser, we’re going shopping.” Loki called, and Ivan didn’t even question why there were two of him. Or why his twin looked like a grad student during finals week.

“Mean Girls? Really?”

“He was correct in calling it a classic.” Loki replied with a haughty sniff as he pulled away from the curb. “Besides— from what I’ve seen, I also know more about this world’s culture than their Captain.”

His twin looked lost, as he stared between them both and whoops, that was probably a terrible first impression. “Is this one of your allies?”

“Yes.” Ivan said, even as Loki spoke.

“When he’s not blasting us all to other dimensions, certainly.” 

“It was an accident!”

It was a good thing Loki had so much practice driving, because he would have gotten very nervous by the way their eyes met in the rearview mirror otherwise. “Oh, I know. I’ve told you—”

“There is no innovation without risk—” Ivan defended, only for Loki to snort.

“Have fun explaining that to Victor.” 

Ivan froze for a moment, breath stilling in his throat. On a good day, Victor was the epitome of a type-A personality...

“He’s here too?”

“Oh, yes. Not sure where exactly, but how do you think we found you?”

“If you say magic—”

“Are all your allies mortals?” Loki’s twin asked with just the slightest hint of a sneer, and just like that all levity was gone and Ivan didn’t even need to meet Loki’s gaze to know his answer.

“If you have a problem with that, feel free to leave. Right now.”

“Come now—”

“Ivan here blasted us all across space and time, without tearing open any paradoxes or destroying any timelines, entirely by accident. Victor? Is the ruler of a sovereign nation feared and respected throughout the realm. I do not know your approach to such things here, but any insult to my allies is an insult to me.”

.

Ivan...probably shouldn’t have been too surprised to discover that Victor had not only amassed a following of rabidly loyal minions, but also managed to meet up with the Winter Soldier. Er... two Winter Soldiers.

Man, this was going to feature in his nightmares for months.

“Where’s Justin?” Was the very first thing Victor said upon seeing them, and he cringed as the rest traded looks because of course the one who’d introduced them to each other was the missing link now. Justin was hands-down everyone’s favorite, and if Ivan was stuck being the one to break it to them after having spent hours hacking just to get a name?

Man, this was not going to be pretty.

“First, you have to promise not to get mad.”

“What.”

Ivan told them.

...suffice it is to say, nobody was happy to hear the answer.

.

“Okay then.” Victor said, face impassive save for the way his eyes gleamed. “It’s been a while since I did a prison break, anyway.”