#damzel

[babbling-babull]

DP X DC Prompt #83

Danny manages to somehow find himself in a situation where the JL are asking Fentons help to hunt down Phantom because he's "holding" Danny hostage.

[sweetlullabyebye]

Jim and Oswald saving/sparing each other

[damzelsart]

im super excited to start these color/mood study portraits im doing of all the main characters in iwtv

and seeing the new announcement trailer with rockstar lestat ASDFGHJKL; Im so ecstatic

[bragiart]

My brain : *feeding me some seriously good Beel's content*

Me : Ouh yeaaah...

My brain : You like it ?

Me : Absofuckinglutely

My brain : Good ! So you're gonna write it right ?

Me : ...

My brain : .... You're gonna write it right ??

[trashanstuff]

Thorin damzel in distress Oakenshield

meanwhile Bilbo

[meanbossart]

Sorry if you've been asked this already, but I noticed in your Bhaalist DU Drow art Astarion is still a spawn and I was just curious if the choice not to ascend him was Drow not wanting competition or if Cazador's ass kicking just happened before he went to the proverbial dark side?

That art is part of an uhhh alternative universe where DU Drow embraces Bhaal and hijacks Astarion's ascension so he must continue relying on him for protection. Canonical Drow has a bit of a damzel-in-distress complex in regards to Astarion that they continually address, but Bhaalist Drow doubles down on it entirely and does whatever he can to keep Astarion feeling as if he needs him to survive, lest he leave him.

This comic might be able to add some more context.

Also I'll emphasize that this isn't canon, just a fun alternative narrative route!

[timidblues]

That...was the last thing she expected Moon to say...somehow. Her jaw comically dropped as she stared at him for a moment― only to burst out laughing, slapping a hand to her mouth but to no avail. * Moon! Oh my god! She guffawed, cackling heartily from the out of pocket but hilarious remark― only to shake her head. * That was the last thing I expected you to say, jesus! The blonde giggled some more, having a hard time subduing her laughs. Still, she perked up at Sun's selection, nodding a bit as she beamed up at him. Of course Moon would choose a villain and Sun would choose a hero. * Don't worry, I've got it! I'll set everything up for us. Sophia chirped back, setting up the game for all of them and letting them choose whatever they preferred. Soon enough, they had started the same― the frenchette making sure to not skip the tutorial so they could read. And off to party, they went! She tried her best at the minigames, though...she didn't exactly have the best luck, as usual. * Oh, man! Well, I'm starting off strong, tonight...

It was said in a more comically exasperated than upset tone, though...she did hope that it wouldn't stay that way during the whole game.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *. @celestialdaycare .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It had been a little while since their new assistant had been hired to work alongside the two― and it had been going on great!

Much, much better than she expected, that was for sure. Not that she expected it to go bad, but...she just didn't know that she'd click so well with them!

But that made her very happy for the lonely girl she was― and it made it so nice to work with them! And today was a special day, because they had planned a sleepover!

She had been so excited about it the entire day that it made it seem like her shift was much, much longer than usual. But alas, once her shift was over and they had taken care of the cleaning, they could finally hang out!

With a visibly excited demeanor, she turned back towards them after putting the cleaning supplies back in their respective locker― going back behind the desk and zipping open her sleepover bag she brought just for the occasion.

* Guess what I brouuught~

Sophia sing-sang, sliding a colorful, quite large rectangular case out of the bag and shaking it a bit towards them with a mischievous smile. There was no mistaking what it was! They had talked about it after all.

The blonde had brought everything she needed for the occasion! The switch she had just taken out (without forgetting to bring all the cables) pajamas, snacks, her plushie that she always slept with, her toothbrush for later― nothing was missing!

Oh, tonight was going to be fun!

[friedwizardwhispers]

I don't know if this is just the result of me loving hurt/comfort in my Hualian fics but sometimes I really have the feeling that Xie Lian is being damzeled a little too much in fics..

He is the strongest martial god by the end of the story.

While having no spiritual power, he is still incredibly strong (stronger than Mu Qing).

Again this might be my own fault because I love hurt/comfort and I read a lot of that but I'm not sure.

[likklemangu]

Damzel

[pancakejikook]

Because being sprayed with water in the summer heat sounds awful. Yes he wasn't feeling his best, but he could just leave. He's known these 2 for over 10 years and he knew they were going into the pool. If staying out of whatever shenanigans they could get up to was a priority and he truly needed rest, he could just leave. He's not a child or some damzel. They are guys. And he was laughing. And I don't know about you, anon, but when I feel truly sick, I don't laugh.

When they were done with their fun they let him be, he changed clothes and he got his rest. Then he tried to get his revenge and that's it. Anon, move on. He did

People need to stop treating these grown men like children. They're all almost 30 years old and have been through more than most people have in a lifetime. Get over yourself. Jimin's not some pushover. He's threatened to ditch JK's ass before and stop caring about him and that was when he was still practically a teenager. If he didn't like how he was being treated he wouldn't continue to stay by JK's side. He enlisted with him ffs. Thinking jimin would let himself be treated badly is thinking too damn low of him. He didn't write Face-off or tell us about letting to of bads friends for nothing. He meant that.

Do yeah anon, get a life and some friends. Meanwhile I'm gonna continue respecting Jimin's choices.

Thank you for this. People are basically acting as if tk were beating jm up, it's so odd. It was just a bit of water. Jm was smiling and laughing the whole time, he didn't seem bothered at all. And they left him alone when he was sleeping. Like this is such normal behavior among friends 😭 not to mention it makes for good entertainment if you're filming a show. People need to touch grass fr.

[randomtwfan]

hey i was wondering can you write a Disney descendants flash back story to how Alexander from Pinocchio met his first wife Princess Eilonwy from the Black Cauldron ?

Alexander is the smart and reasonable one in the group.  He is usually dragged in the crazy bullshit that his friends take part in. 

Princess Eilonwy is  sharp, snippy, strong-willed, and sarcastic, but at the same time talkative and often scatterbrained. How They Met: Eilonwy was off on some sort of royal business and went out on a walk on her downtime. Alexander was on his way home from school. (He goes to Auradon Prep) They agreed to stay in touch. Pen pals to lovers!

Heyyy!!! So, your story is FINALLY out!!!🥰🥰🥰 If you don't like it, I can rewrite it, but I really hope you do. Enjoy!❤

NOTE: I didn't know how to add the royal buisness thing so I changed that???? Sorry if you don't like it, I swear I'll try again if that's the case.

Characters: Princess Elionwy (The Black Cauldron) × Alexander (Pinnochio).

When Princess Elionwy enrolled at Auradon Prep, the school was still living it's first years. With Belle and Adam's idea to unify the Kingdoms and celebrate the victory of good over bad, it was only ideal for them to build a place where their youngest citizens could learn about theis stories and about the basic subjects. Enlionwy was excited about going to school -after upon years of living under the power of the Horned King, she was now finally free; free to make friends, learn new things, tell her story to people and show them who she was.

But Auradon was not what she expected. There was this 12 year old girl, who had been the leader of her own rescue mission, surrounded by people who kept trying to shape her into a damzel in distress. She had gone there thinking that being a princess meant being a warrior, a ruler, and ended up being taught... Good manners? "Your dress is not long enough", "your manners are not delicate enough", "you're not tender enough", every single day she would hear statements like that from all of the adults around her and from the other students. To say that she was frustrated would be an understatement.

One year later, she had already learned to accept reality: those people weren't there to tell her how to rule her state; they were there to tell her how to dress, how to walk, how to eat, how to talk, how to laugh, how to be a good lady who would meet a good prince. But accepting reality didn't mean that she had to strictly follow every rule; oh, no, this now 13 year old princess would make herself heard, and very loudly. She was no damzel in distress, and nobody would ever turn her into one. This is how Elionwy became known as the trouble girl of Auradon Prep; skipping good manners classes, arguing with FMG about things she considered outdated, ocasionally doing something wild with her hair and often sneaking out of the school to take a walk around the woods at night.

On the other side of that story was Alexander, also 13 years old. He had the habit of quietly watching whenever Eliowny was getting herself in trouble and showing off her rebelious persona. She reminded him of who he used to be; that little boy who hated school until he got tricked by the Coachman. Before that man made hell of his and his friends' life for years, before they were tortured. He wasn't that person anymore.

Alexander was, in that matter, the opposite of Elionwy. He was an example student, always on line, never the one to start trouble (though sometimes being dragged into some by his good old friend Lampwick), never loud. Maybe, being turned into a donkey for years does that do a guy; being rebel had been the cause of his torture, and he would not make that same mistake ever again. Life had given him a second chance, and he was taking the best out of it.

But watching Elionwy... It made him want some of what she had. That energy, that fire she carried in her was so beautiful to see. She was unafraid, she was a lot like the boy he would have become if he hadn't been shut down. He admired that about her; that, and her beauty. Her flawless blonde hair, big blue eyes and bright smile. Everything about her was amazing. But he would never talk to her; no, she was way too busu in her own world, and he was way too caught up in his own mental walls for that to happen. Or so he taught.

It was a friday night when he was walking through the halls of Auradon Prep, one of the last students out of his room before cufew, that this changed. There he was, making his way to his dormroom after a little snack, with his head in the clouds, that he bumped into a figure. The shock brought him back to reality, and when he lifted his head to see what on Earth had that been, he was staring at thos blue eyes. Elionwy's eyes.

She was wearing a black cape that covered her head and... Leggings??

—I'm sorry, dude. —She appolagized.

—It's ok. —He assured. —Wait, what are you doing out here?

—I could ask you the same.

—I'm not the one dressed like a spy. —He chuckled. —But I'm going back to my room. And you should be in yours.

—Yeah, I should. —She stated.

—So...

—It's Alexander, right?

—What?

—Your name.

—Oh. Yeah, that's me.

—Nice to meet you. —She smiled. —I'm Elionwy.

—I know. —He mirrored her expression. —You have a reputation.

—I know. —She said proudly. —You too.

—I do?

—Yeah... Your grades are enviable.

—Thanks. -He felt his cheeks gerting warm.

—Now, may I go?

—Not before you tell me where.

She playfully rolled her eyes and looked back at him. He was really cute, now that she thought about it. Green puppy eyes, short blonde curls, a pink-ish shade to his face... And if we're being honest, she had always found his intelligence quite charming.

—I found a little cottage in the woods a few months ago, and it's full of magical objects. I go there every now and then to test some of them.

—Magic is not allowed in Auradon. —He alerted.

—It's only forbidden if I get caught. —She winked.

—That's not how it works. —He replied, unable to keep himself from smiling at how natural she seemed.

—You know, you could really losen up a little bit, Alexander. —She said. —You seem like a nice dude, but you would be even nicer if you allowed yourself to have fun sometimes.

—I've tried that once. Didn't really work out for me.

—Well, I'd love to hear that story. So how about you join me and tell me on the way there?

He froze at that. She was asking him, aka top student and slightly nerdy, to join her in one of her adventures. To not only break the school rules, but also the Law.

—Elionwy, I'm not sure that's a good idea.

—Come on. —She insisted. —You could definitely use someone to teach you how to have fun again. And maybe, just maybe, I'll let you be, let's say, a "good influence" on me.

His brain was saying no; screaming, actually. But there was a little voice just begging him to say yes. To take on the chance to let this beautiful girl be the person who would help him figure out how to balance fun and seriousness, and to also let him teach hed the good things about being focused.

—I hope I don't regret this. —He cracked a smile, finally giving in.

—You won't. —She took his hand. —Follow me.

And so they went on what would be the first of many adventures they would face toghether, as friends and then as somethibg more. Turns out that opposites do attract after all.

[rueroyale]

Lines Written in Oregon

Vladimir Nabokov

Esmeralda! now we rest
Here, in the bewitched and blest
Mountain forests of the West.

Here the very air is stranger.
Damzel, anchoret, and ranger
Share the woodland’s dream and danger

And to think I deemed you dead!
(In a dungeon, it was said;
Tortured, strangled); but instead –

Blue birds from the bluest fable,
Bear and hare in coats of sable,
Peacock moth on picnic table.

Huddled roadsigns softly speak
Of Lake Merlin, Castle Creek,
And (obliterated) Peak.

Do you recognize that clover?
Dandelions, l’or du pauvre?
(Europe, nonetheless, is over).

Up the turf, along the burn
Latin lilies climb and turn
Into Gothic fir and fern.

Cornfields have befouled the prairies
But these canyons laugh! And there is
Still the forest with its fairies.

And I rest where I awoke
In the sea shade – l’ombre glauque –
Of a legendary oak;

Where the woods get ever dimmer,
Where the Phantom Orchids glimmer –
Esmeralda, immer, immer.

Annotations

Title. In Oregon. VN rented an apartment in Mount Ashland in the summer of 1953, where he wrote Lolita and hunted butterflies in the local woods.

1. Esmeralda. A butterfly or moth. Several species of moth or butterfly share the species name esmeralda/-us, or are commonly called “emerald”, but it seems clear to me that this is a mythical green butterfly that reminds Nabokov of one he found during his boyhood. Cf Speak Memory, Ch. 6, in which a butterfly flew (in VN’s imagination) from Russia to North America, “and southward along the Rocky Mountains- to be finally overtaken and captured, after a forty-year race, on an immigrant dandelion under an endemic aspen near Boulder.” “Esmeralda” recalls Victor Hugo’s gypsy, Lucette, called "our Esmeralda and mermaid" in Ada, Esmeralda and Her Parandrus from Look at the Harlequins, and Gerald Emerald from Pale Fire.

3. … West. Cf LATH, Part 4.1 on rediscovering Russian landscapes in the Rocky Mountains: “I spent what remained of the summer exploring the incredibly lyrical Rocky Mountain states, getting drunk on whiffs of Oriental Russia in the sagebrush zone and on the North Russian fragrances so faithfully reproduced above timberline by certain small bogs along trickles of sky between the snowbank and the orchid.”

5. Damzel, anchoret. Damzel, Cf The Blessed Damozel by Dante Gabriel Rossetti. An anchoret is a religious recluse.

11. coats of sable. Other examples of heraldic language in Nabokov include the obvious Bend, Sinister; in Pale Fire, the crest of King Charles and the multiple appearances of a “heraldic butterfly, volant in arrière, sable, a bend gules”; Nabokov’s family crest in Speak Memory; The Blazon, a poem from Poems and Problems, in which: “I adopted the blazon of exile: on a field of sable a starry sword.”

12. Peacock moth. The Great Peacock Moth Saturnia pyri is the largest moth in Europe.

17. L’or du pauvre. French, poor man’s gold.

20-21. Latin lilies… Gothic fir. Metonyms for the southern France and Russia of VN’s youth, respectively. Lilies are the symbol of France. Cf VN’s poem Provence, a Russian poet in a French setting: “What bliss it is, in this world full of song,/ to brush against the chalk of walls, what bliss/ to be a Russian poet lost among/ cicadas trilling with a Latin lisp.” Also parallels the European languages used herein, ie French and German. Russian is notable in its absence.

26. L’ombre glauque. French, pale green shade.

29. Phantom Orchid. Endemic to the Pacific Northwest, the Phantom Orchid Cephalanthera austiniae is a species of orchid whose entire body is white.

30. Immer, immer. German, always.

[damzelxinxdistrezz]

UHMMMM UPDATED INTRO!!!!

Preferred name(s) : Stephanie/damzel

Pronouns: she/they

I'm not putting my age on here :)

haii!! I'm Steph I'm a fictionkin QUESTIONING fictive (very heavy on questioning) I'm pretty chill,, and maybe we can be friends!!!

I'm looking for sourcemates :3

Evan sourcemates should marry me/p/nf

Jessa sourcemates should also marry me :3 /p/nf

BMF!!!

•Cosplayers

•fictionkins,,copinglink,, systems ect.

•artists

•people who like horror,, slenderverse ect.

DNI.

•racists,, homophobes ect.

•toxic people in general

•adam rosner / and or Jeff koval (actor) apologists

•if you think habit is better,, when it's obviously Evan/nm (i understand if it's systems ect.)

•uhmm I think that's it :3

I will keep this mostly sfw minus some of my vents and stuff but if I post something along those lines I'll put a warning!!! (° )>

PICS!!!!

BAII!!!! -Damzel

[wishfulreverie]

17 Questions, 17 People Tag

thanks @beast-0f-lavendertown & @roninblvck ✨

nickname: damzel

sign: Taurus ♉️

height: 5ft

last thing googled: I have no clue lmfao

song stuck in my head:

# of followers: 415? Somewhere around that

amount of sleep: 🤷🏽‍♀️

lucky number: 7, 17, 777

dream job: I have no clue tbh, there’s pros and cons to every thing I’ve ever wanted to do but I’d like to make my job what I’m doing now if I were more consistent

wearing: sweater and pants

movies/books that summarize me: > here’s some books that I like but idk if they summarize me lmfao: Greenbone Saga, ASOIAF, & currently Age of Madness even tho I’m only on book 2

Favorite Song: idk I go through the motions and like all kinds ~ it really depends on the genre and my mood lmfao

Favorite Author: so many, y’all can always ask about books if you need any recs

Favorite Instrument: bass instruments 🤷🏽‍♀️ it just hits the ear right for me

Aesthetic: forestcore, anime, dark academia, cottagecore, goblincore, etc.

Favorite Animal Noise: 🤷🏽‍♀️

Random: I study history, read a lot, and draw things 🤷🏽‍♀️

I don’t think I know 17 blogs so but I’ll tag a few mutuals 😅 @sass-and-stress @pessimisticprincess @igotwormsinmyspaghetti @muri-chan @shoobadawoop @thats-our-lamp

ps~ sorry if my answers are boring as hell lmaooo also if I didn’t tag you and you want to join in, consider yourself tagged ❤️

I’m trying to catch up on challenges everybody tagged me in and thank you to everybody that has tagged me in stuff I love it ❤️

[sassenashsworld]

Story from the bar - Preston and Sturges

While the bar was little more than a counter in a ruined house, the origins of the Bar Stories began Sturges and Preston loved to spend some time sipping a beer and giving their impressions of the lady The beginnings of a beautiful tradition

Well, after a quick tour to ensure if all is well in town, I decide to join Sturges and Preston in the kind of game room/bar improvised by the habitants (a few stools around a counter and a fridge for beer) at the entrance to the city. For the occasion, Sturges brings me a pint of oil from the workshop, so I toast with them quietly.

“By the way, Valentine, you never said how you were recruited as this lady’s good doggie. I imagine you have a damn good reason to hang with her all day long like that.”

A synth could choke on its own oil getting dumped like this guy throws me. I place the canister on the counter to take stock. While I was rebuilding, I let my gaze linger on the metal walls that were mounted around the parking lot to make a bar next to a house still full of debris. I’m quick to make this point, by the way.

"She saved my ass, so I promised to help her find her kid." “Wait, she has a kid?”

The expression of the mechanician is priceless. Preston seems to know a little more, but I see very little.

He shakes his head.

"That's why she's standing up, I think. Her husband was killed in the Vault trying to protect little Shaun...wait, if you didn't know...” “The hell we don’t know!" exclaims Preston. “When I questioned her on her motives, she kindly asked me to fuck off. It was by hearing Mama Murphy I was able to understand a snippet.” "Ah, I didn't really get the part about the kid. So that’s why she wants to go to the Glowing Sea?” “Seems to be” reply Preston. “I missed that piece but anyway, you're the one drinking all the old woman's words."

My curiosity is acquired by their exchange, I would even confess this is not at all innocent. The old woman, they must be talking about Mama Murphy. Preston would have heard what the old woman said to Nora? So, he knows this story about the... shining heart.

"Do you know what Mama Murphy told her?"

Sturges leans toward me conspiratorially.

“Little we know. Listen, a chick’s bursting on us, kicking the ass off fifty raiders AND a deathclaw...” “A deathclaw?” "Timeout!" Preston raises his hands to stop us on tack. "If I understand correctly, she didn't tell you about how we were able to find Sanctuary?" “No, among other things. What I know is what you told me the first time we came here. And for your part, she didn't tell you where she was from?" "Nope. And I don't know if it's good to speak about her behind her back." "If she doesn't want it and she find out...brrr."

We share the thrill of Sturges. But precisely, why three men having rolled their hump in the Commonwealth of our time can be so intimidated by a lady from an older era?

I wonder out loud.

“Because she scares shit out of me” exclaims the mechanic again. “She's all shut up ‘bout anything, blasts the skull of anything lookin’ threatening in a bullet no matter the distance and when you snag something triggers an emotional reaction in her...brrr. In my darkest nightmares, I still meet that gaze. You dig?”

Preston nods and then takes a sip of his beer. But this just brings more questions.

“So more importantly; why do we all worship her?”

Preston and Sturges exchange a look, a knowing smile on their lips.

“To start off” the Minuteman begins “she's damn dedicated herself. Not a second look, she launches herself without question to save anyone who seems to need it." “And a damn curvy damzel, eh Garvey! This guy drools when she rolls her ass. While the miss ran and sneak in the street chasing the deathclaw, in Concord, Garvey remained in aw as we saw her little tight blue outfit.” “You really are stupid!” "The show’s worth it." He turns to me. “Just hear me out. When our leader here came back to tell us he had found an ally, I imagined myself as a kind of semi-mutant hearing the cries of agony in the museum. But no! This bomb appears on the doorstep! Worth it! As if the moon goddess were appearing to us on a beautiful fall evening, just like that.” “Yeah, her hair... like silver cascading down her shoulders. Almost magical...”

He sounds almost dreamy, Preston, and I know Sturges is right. He has a crush on the Sole Survivor. I quietly sip my oil as I let them continue, they've gone so well.

“And her voice, so soft, so friendly, so enjoyed. I knew she had a hard time, but it's as if life and her are on an old quarrel. And she is above it all.” “We are still victims of our story, she once told me. That was her explanation when I asked her how she kept her spirits up.” “And morale! She has a concrete morale! She doesn't care as much as her last sock what she can be asked to do." “Do you think something is impossible? Not her. For her part, she moves forward.” “And she moves fast!” (I protest, your honor!) "Step comrade and forward! I didn't have to think a thousand years to decide to name her General. A head like that, that's all, she's made to take the lead.” “With her nerves of steel.” “And her verve!” “Besides, her speeches are served by luscious lips, so our Garvey, he drinks them.” “Enough creepy shit...” "Dare to tell me you'll refuse her flirt if the lady was paying you attention!"

The Minutemen leader sighs deeply.

“Beautiful as silver, cold as steel. Of course, I would be flattered, but even if the lady seems to have everything you need for the thing, dare not touch it."

His tone is clearly a warning directed at me. Too late, friends, I got it. But them, how do they know?

"You seem to know what you're talking about. Have you tried yourself?” “Are you crazy!” "Hell, no! There's one hitch. "

Both Sturges and Preston protest vehemently as if even the thought of it could burn their souls. Sturges resumes his conspiratorial tone by moving even closer to me.

“We saw one try.”

Preston takes off his hat and presses it to his heart in deep mourning, looking infinitely sad. My personal repairer continues in the same tone.

"We don't know where this guy came from. He pretended to be a settler, but he didn't look so innocent. Not at all. Well, we'll never know. Nora and I were setting up our ‘Inn’ when Preston told him to go find her for what he could help out with. She was setting that up.”

He points to the fan above the counter serving as the dim lighting for the room. Our Minuteman takes over in place of his friend.

"He walked right up to her, grabbed her train with the whole hand, saying she had to be careful not to fall." “His exact words, his last words, I must say, were: “Olà, Chick, don't you dare to fall and scrap your face.” “It was almost poetic.”

The two men exchanged a look, hardly retaining their giggles. I can't stop my own amused smile from crossing my lips.

“She took out her gun ‘bam-bam-bam!’ A bullet in each knee then, because he was howling like a Yao Guai, one in the mouth.” “We were all frozen in place. Not we approved what she did but hey, who would have protested?” "And the bitch sheathed without a look for the porridge she had just produced and then she finished screwing the fucking light bulb she was holding in her other hand and 'let the light be!'. She left the place without a word. It was Lung who buried the body, north to the city.” “If you look under your stool, you will still see the traces of dried blood.”

How could I resist? I look down between my legs and I actually see a nice pool of dried blood.

“Nobody cleaned up?” which I ask innocently. “You know, with everything we have to do, and with all the fights we have to hold the place, one spot more or less.” “I would see a carpet” comment Preston. “But at the same time, it reminds us every night we're better keeping our hands in our pockets and our feelings for ourselves around Nora." "Because while it's obvious she's doing good things, she still has no emotions and there's no feelings to appeal to." "We wouldn't have time anyway." "You're disrespecting the lady, that's the last thing you do." “And her dog...”

Again, a shiver runs through them. Sturges resumes.

“Once, Marcy was not in a good mood. She kicked the dog.” “The doctor said he was not a wizard. He was able to sew up the leg and he went with a massive dose of stimpack...” "But she limped for weeks." “And again, she is lucky to be one of her proteges. Nora have given her only a warning. I don't think she would benefit from stepping on the beauty's feet again." “Or kick her dog.”

[libidomechanica]

Which is conflagration yet, there

A kimo sequence

               I

Which is conflagration yet, there! In ten t was a foe would kisses drew, a Charge rich Repast.

               II

Watch out of the Court; in vacant part: who never! How them is almost the pure elysium.

               III

Lace to couetize, by his couch I know not the woodman wind shook the young men must bid farewell. Preach.

               IV

Does the number’d Treasure broke, t is no sleep. Some passions were less. Or, if you to seeke their Ear.

               V

Strangely blinded guests heart in a knife, dissecting to kill? Such a thank all whose are a sally.

               VI

Far-shadows managed ladies with louers bold. Remember’s break in. A Mirror soon weeds another.

               VII

Young and crouned. In English be told, in the sad world, the should forget all that he never wear.

               VIII

There throne. This, or pearlesse glory thick and far away that glister’d loving to their timid head.

               IX

And mischief you have change, not a toga or a sally. Pray tell you to wish, and all the light?

               X

With store than put for love, and dance to fade. And guardians blackens Erebus, and daffodils.

               XI

When at the body of them, but I’m telling. My paines will sensation’s care: the wonderment.

               XII

In Reading thirst not do these forests. There fishes cold, but fed wits. Now meet us ay love you.

               XIII

Which are one dawn. Ends in never ceased to change Complexion dwell is help’d out: love is it with sword!

               XIV

But since thoughts the whenas a strange her trembling, loue and some plast. That Love, dearer, I mean not wait.

               XV

Your voice of Futurism just th’ instructed, to make this, not be paved. That honour’s pride.

               XVI

The lights in cunning stranges in vain, in burning his poachers; the name. And as fair loneliness.

               XVII

But went for an indrawn breaks. I know, the Damzell break from the firbloomed like my weak;—I mean.

               XVIII

Among since with Lampoons. The kisses which is true he seemed for his murky phantoms rising Fire.

               XIX

Into myself it once soon as woolly too upon the year, Whose betoken and fire? An end.

               XX

At this agony to pause, my sonne how much untold, how it not. There lies, and to sleeps these trunks?

               XXI

And now there all must look on her bands you depart. Love’s finger and though.— Set of beauties, a Beau.

               XXII

Ne any time the wanton win! Beast which gaze vpon the earth can summer’s doom’d the new delight find.

               XXIII

Of ripe thou find’st one. Whether class, the sun by her voice by my soul. Could speak on, my desire?

               XXIV

—But I never-ending. Fell on us and kill, we can becomes by a female or she’s missed.

               XXV

Practicable plaything above: thus we tramp o’er far Cathay, until I die. He was no hum.

               XXVI

Not seems I her in me is wide aware? When faithless applause, because only to deny it.

               XXVII

Make me liue by kind, but once against the cheeks, of mischief still throne of the blue. Which it grew sting.

               XXVIII

Who eats the rulers, round, for thee, but when let our beck, the burden of lips: but, as I’ll awake.

               XXIX

And green first seasons of the forests.—A merry Cuckow, messengers art. And if thou nothing?

               XXX

They doo shining both old again. At last her sight, out of him how to any evidences?

               XXXI

And even dreamers to love. Ne wilbe moou’d with one sweet praise Lord, by Fate, tell of the most Unkind!

               XXXII

Of a hangman’s famous fond preparate appeal to those failing Sphere! Who have wept Blood the cat!

               XXXIII

Over the Board with him? He content the lower shuttled eild; o’ gude enough the ground—Ah, me!

               XXXIV

His armor would what misse! Her day I sought Beware of priceless clear your simple and Innocence!

               XXXV

—Come merry Cuckow, whom Christ! Of me; and was well. Those gentle ruth, and the sky, no skill regard.

               XXXVI

In they wall, the duchess of Fitz-Plantage of the lion and sky apart in a clothes to lose.

               XXXVII

For the chaunce of several could not abhorrèd birth. Dear brother’s breaking of a joy, and crouned.

               XXXVIII

He did paine, her marks the hill. To be, still curious, and long forth look, and some try me!—Call God!

               XXXIX

Loves as she upheld her loue confess’ whence could the pale Light. Those are few, and sensibility.

               XL

And sometimes, I cannot begun. And a stone and family physician once with unwilling weep.

               XLI

Spirit for less the frugal life? Was it a taper, were one return rebuke! While our fingers.

               XLII

Juan, in June, quit; and legs, and thought it? With a melting Foe! A Fan, a Garters, fearful thing she.

               XLIII

Courteous are also slow! And neuter, so that pride lies, thyself and pity, a third, nor life.

               XLIV

Wits. We had been burne, most had seen the way one lamentationship their habit I picked upon.

               XLV

Resembling on the wiser? And heir—and only to keep my wound; and wonder the Amor Mio’s!

               XLVI

Tristan und Isolde is senses is, learn some here. It is the bright: euen so good if you betray’d.

               XLVII

Can ever dry; i’ve seen a ghost bee. Far I was readily will leafe, whom at the Smiles, away.