#deadly hallows part 1

[granddaughterogg]

You Let Me Complicate You - Part 1

This is a love story about Simon "Ghost" Riley and you, starting with a random hookup and later navigating your increasingly complex feelings and desires towards each other.

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SUMMARY: You're all alone in London because of Reasons. On a particularly dreadful, windy, rainy Halloween evening you venture outside for a quick pint - but find Simon "Ghost" Riley instead. He's a consummate fuckboy who uses fleeting trysts to blow off steam collected at his deadly job, and you're a cynical, world weary girl who nonetheless very much enjoys no-string-attached sex. None of you are prepared for the horror of Actually Falling In Love. Also - the mask stays on for ridiculously long. What, oh what will become of this fateful encounter?

Chapter 1: SKULLFACE

As with many other adventures in your life - this one started only because you wouldn’t quench your curiosity.

It was an insatiable force, one that has driven you into a lot of shit over the years. On the other hand, you could call your life path - that collection of irregular zigs and zags off the beaten trajectory - anything but dull. And you owed it to that ever-present itch at the back of your head.

Let’s go back to the very start, shall we?

The start was unpromising. For one, it was Halloween evening, but you were on your own and it was pissing it down outside.

You sat in a tiny squalid apartment, its walls painted a nauseating shade of green and stared at the darkness behind your windows. Cold water splashed against the glass. Technically speaking, those windows weren’t yours. Nothing here was. You’ve just Airbnb’ed this hovel for a few weeks. The thing is, you’ve been awaiting news about a job.

They haven’t contacted you yet. You’ve been paying through the nose for this musty abode, bristling at the prices of groceries – at the prices of anything, really. London’s famous charms were lost on you. You hated this city. To you, it felt as if someone had squashed a dozen smaller towns into an amorphous heap. You didn’t know a single soul in those streets and you weren’t sure if you wanted to change that.

But how long can a lonely girl sit on her ass, browse youtube and marinate herself in misery?

And it was All Hallow’s Eve after all.

You always loved Halloween.

The weather discouraged kids from trick-and-treating. Yet you could still hear multiple footsteps going every which way on the wet pavement below, snippets of conversations and muffled laughter. Londoners decided to enjoy themselves tonight, weather be damned. 

You paused the video (it was about a groomer, tending to a particularly matted, hissy cat). You stood up with a sigh, slammed your laptop shut and went to the suitcase lying in the corner.

It’s been a week here and apart from your sensible job interview clothes, (which have been hanging on the door, properly steamed) you still haven’t found it in yourself to unpack.

Never mind that now. You unceremoniously threw the suitcase’s contents on the wooden floor and fished one particular object out of the pile; a little velvet dress, as black as the night.

You stood in front of the dusty mirror and pulled the garment on. It was one of those strappy numbers which start late but end pretty early. Hugged all your curves, not leaving much to the imagination. Your dear mother would’ve described this dress as „slutty”.

Just the way you liked it.

You’ve learned before that excessive preparations only dull your enthusiasm for the unknown. So you’ve slid your feet inside your trusted combat boots, smudged some black eyeliner here and there, put your hair up in a French twist with a simple metal pin, and threw on a jacket - and you were good to go.

Wherever those streets would take you.

***

It turned out that the streets wouldn’t take you far. Because it was raining fucking hard. 

It's one thing to merely observe the skies opening, and another to withstand their fury. You were trudging the pavement under your flimsy foldable umbrella, almost bent in half because of the gusty wind. You walked turned to the side, trying to avoid getting ballistic rainwater in your eyes, one half of your face damp and cold already. The light jacket offered little protection; soon you were soaked to the bone, and furious.

Screw it, you thought. I’m just gonna get inside any old place, have a pint and then go home.

You turned the corner and came upon a narrow crooked staircase leading below the street level, as was usually the case with pubs in this area. Some people were just leaving the premises, laughing and talking as they went. You caught a glimpse of bluish light, pouring from the inside along with some muffled bass beats.

Good enough.

You descended down the staircase; concrete steps crumbled under your tractor soles, threatening to throw you off balance. You passed by some folks on your way, squeezing yourself past them on a narrow path cutting through an overgrown courtyard. You pulled the handle of a heavy iron door. It was covered in graffiti and layers upon layers of old stickers. 

You stepped inside.

Your first thought was: This is not a pub.

You weren’t a local – hell, you weren’t even British – but after some time spent in this country, you’ve more or less become acquainted with the trappings of this cornerstone of any local community, what with its cosy nooks, mandatory fireplace and dark polished woodwork. Those kinds of places you knew. The beer wasn’t half bad, the tunes were usually tolerable and bartenders had this well-practiced cordiality to them. You liked the atmosphere of an English pub.

This, however, was different. Like, much noisier.

Your ears got filled with the metallic beats of dark industrial music. You couldn’t name the song that was playing. Deep inside there was a small dancefloor, where bodies swayed along with the slow, reverberating rhythm. 

This place was so dimly lit, that you had to squint just to adjust. The walls were raw concrete, with exposed brass piping running up and down in complicated patterns. It reminded you of a bunker. All the furniture seemed to be worn down and mismatched as if someone scavenged it from various vacant buildings. The bar counter was one giant slab of concrete too, its greyness punctuated by rows of tiny lights hanging from the iron truss under the low ceiling. 

The patrons all wore black. Not just your basic, nondescript black, oh no. You looked around (as much as you could while drifting in this neon blue semi-darkness, which revealed so little) and noticed some people in gothic finery. Velvet, lace, the works. Others chose leather or elaborate corsetry.

Ah, it’s one of those places.

You got your shit together, folded the damn umbrella, shook your damp hair to get at least some of the water out of it, and beelined to the concrete bar. At this point of the evening, you’d kill for a hot beverage.

The bar area was not too crowded, thank fuck. You clambered gracelessly onto one of the free barstools and smiled at the bartender. He was completely bald, with a ginormous nose ring and a thin face, eternally crumpled into an expression of faint disgust.

"Hello! One hot tea, please", you said breathlessly.

Dude looked at you as if you’d just spat on his mother’s grave.

"Tea? You sure 'bout that?"

"Well yeah", you answered. "It’s bucketing down out there, and I got chilled to the bone..."

The bartender wasn’t moved by your plight. 

"This is a club, not your Granny’s living room, see? We serve adults here..."

"Give ‘er a damn tea, Geoffrey. Don’t be a cunt."

A man’s voice rang out from your left. It was low and throaty, but also perfectly even in tone. It cut through the music and the bustle like a knife wielded by a steady hand. Your ears twitched pleasantly at this sound.

Geoffrey blinked at whoever it was that scolded him. Then he made a face and turned away to fulfil your order.

"I’m just saying, we’re trying to run a business here…" he muttered, putting the kettle on.

"I see that”, you assured. "Make that a tea and a glass of Scotch then. I could use both."

"Right." The bartender was seemingly placated by your offer.

When he put the drinks in front of you and turned towards other customers, you emptied the sugar packet inside the cup, stirred your tea for a while, finally sipped it - and sighed with delight. It all took a while. When the life-restoring elixir started to course through your veins, you stole a glance at the man who spoke earlier.

"Thanks for putting in the word for me", you said with a slight smile.

"Geoff's not a bad bloke. Just overworked." 

The stranger was tall and dressed in a black sweatshirt with the hood pulled over his head. He was looking straight ahead, away from you, cradling his whisky glass in two large, strikingly pale hands.

"I can imagine, with the place being so busy on Halloween and all...Anyway, I’m feeling better by the minute." 

"Drink up then, and that whisky too. You look like a half-drowned cat."

That voice was something to behold. So deep and guttural, with a thick accent that made short work of most of the consonants. As your ears helpfully suggested, it was probably Mancunian. One doesn’t simply grow such a voice. One earns it through incessant smoking and other recurring bad life decisions, no doubt. It was kinda hot.

...Wait a moment, did this perfect stranger just smack-talk you?

Your head darted upwards. 

"Did you just say that I look like shit?" 

Your tone was still playful - if underlined by a suggestion that you’re always ready to drop the playfulness.

The hooded man must’ve heard that undertone because he chuckled. That rumbling sound reverberated somewhere deep within you. Probably in your bones.

"Don’t be so hard on yourself, love. You're just a little worse for wear, is all."

That impassive tone of his stabbed you in the solar plexus. You've straightened up as if pulled by a string. The teaspoon fell into your tea, making a soft clatter, while you spun around on your stool to look this insolent git straight in the face.

"How do you know?" you bit out. "You weren't even looking -"

The following words got stuck in your throat.

Not only was the man hooded, but he also wore a mask. A tight black one, covering his head and the lower part of his face. A balaclava, your brain hinted helpfully. It looked like a part of the regulation equipment of the armed forces, and that's where the similarities came to an end. For the mask has been printed over – or painted, maybe? - with the image of a skull. Mainly its lower jaw. White paint glimmered in the bluish light, forming a wide, ghastly smile which grinned at you.

But even more striking were his eyes, large and protruding. Your stunned stare met two opaque irises, as dark and dense as a black hole. You weren't able to decipher their expression. That cryptic intensity of his gaze seemed to bend space-time. 

His eyelids and skin around the eyes have also been blackened, but his long lashes remained pale as frost.

You stared at this vision with your mouth ajar, like a dead fish.

"What?" He asked calmly and quietly. "Do I have something on me fuckin' face?"

You were always quite outspoken, but at that moment words eluded you.

"Cool mask,” you said finally because something needed to be said. „Cool...disguise. Is it for Halloween?"

He didn't blink. It was unnerving.

"I don't do 'alloween, love."

"So you wear this thing 'cause it makes you more interesting and mysterious and shit?"

The tall man leaned towards you, his eyes creasing in a smile.

"Look at you, sweetheart. It's clearly workin'."

"That's because of that stare of yours. It could pin a person to a wall...", you murmured.

"I could pin you to a wall. Just ask nicely.”

You felt suddenly weightless. Out of breath. 

"For how long?" you quipped, trying your damnedest to sound flippant. 

The nerve of this fucking guy!

"For as long as you'll need me to. I'm a dedicated man.”

There was no bravado ringing in his gritty voice. Just a calm statement of fact.

You cut a look at his arms. The black cotton of the hoodie did little to conceal their immense size. 

He could probably deliver on his promise.

You took a long breath, trying to regain your lost composure. It wasn't easy when this hulking freak stared you down, but you'd been in tighter spots before.

Goths, amirite, you thought. Ever the contrarians, regardless of their age. They tended to be good in the sack though.

You studied this new specimen very thoroughly - and there was plenty to stare at. The man was built like an industrial-sized fridge. Ridiculously tall even while sitting down and broad-shouldered, with a firm chest stretching the plain black cotton of his sweatshirt. Which, by the way, he wore zipped up almost to his very chin, like a layer of protective gear. Weird.

Those dim little lights over the bar made it hard for you to discern the details, but you also noticed the width of his torso and his powerful thighs, clad in simple blue denim. He was by far the plainest dressed patron of this edgelord cellar joint. Apart from the mask you didn't notice anything even remotely Gothic about his style or bearings. Although he sat motionless, cradling a glass of whisky in his long, strong fingers – he still exuded that kind of primal strength which you've learned to associate with the outdoorsy hiker type or the avid sportsman.

"Like what you're seein', love?”

You winced, a bit perplexed that he had caught you taking stock of his impressive physique. But you weren't about to let him know that.

"Yep”, you blurted out instead, staring boldly into those eyes, as dark and impenetrable as a shark's. "Do you?"

"I do, yeah."

Aaand here we go, you thought, relaxing immediately. For now, you were on a beaten path.

"You've said that I looked like -", you chuckled accusingly, leaning back on your stool. His stare was gliding all over you without any shame, probably filing the best finds away for later.

"I know what I said," he cut you off calmly, leaning closer. The height difference between you two was striking.

"Your mascara got smudged and ran off...to there."

You stilled as this complete stranger traced a pale finger across your eye socket. You drew in a deep breath as he touched your zygomatic bone, where nothing possibly could've smudged. His fingertip travelled even further, brushing over your sensitive skin and freeing a lone strand of hair from behind your ear. It was still damp from the rain.

He did it very slowly. Very gently.

You let him. As if you were hypnotized. Attempted a smile, but the corners of your mouth felt strangely numb.

"See? Now that's perfection", he stated in the same hushed, impassive tone of voice before turning back to his drink. The whisky glass disappeared in his hand.

You were silent. Your head was buzzing as if someone had set the radio inside to a non-existent channel.

The thing is, you knew perfectly well who you were dealing with. When it comes to seasoned fuckboys like Skullface here, it's all very simple; they're nothing to be afraid of. Such men are what a high wave is for the swimmer. An opportunity for a fun ride.

Back when you were a teenage girl, you liked to spend hours on end in the sea. At the time you'd like to imagine that this cool, salty, malachite green vastness was your lover. You drifted in the water, letting the wave carry you, surrendering yourself to its tender ruthlessness, allowing the element to hold you for a moment without dealing any harm, to guide you like a dance partner, and then to pass by and disappear into the distance.

It is just like dancing. As long as you know the steps, something beautiful can come out of it.

And you haven't had the chance to let loose on the dancefloor for so long.

You calmed your body by taking a few deep breaths. You couldn't calm your heart. What you could do, though - was to let your audacious spirit take the wheel.

You grabbed at your glass and emptied it in one sweep. Vile whisky did as it always would; it burned your gullet only to flare into a ball of pleasant warmth once it reached your insides. It was not a connoisseur-worthy beverage, but its aggressive sweetness suited your current mood.

You threw your head back and exhaled slowly.

He was watching, you could tell. He tilted his head slightly. Amusement emanated from behind the black mask.

"Say..." you drawled, leaning towards him with your eyes sparkling, for you felt a surge of vigour and boldness along with a freshly bloomed, alcohol-induced blush. 

"Does your mum know that you being a goth is not a phase?"

Skullface snorted softly.

"I am not a goth, love."

"Then why are you in this den for kinky weirdos?" You gestured around the dark interior, including the bare walls, the blue neon light and the throbbing, metallic, dark rhythms pulsing around you.

"I like goth chicks”, he admitted. Cheeky git.

"Why?" you prodded.

"Tattoos in fun places."

"Animal”, you chided him, setting your empty glass down with a bang.

"Excuse me, sir!" you called out to the bartender. "I shall have another."

"Like you came here for some lofty purpose. Wanna discuss the works of Kierkegaard...dressed like that?” The masked man snorted, summing up your entire scantily clad person with one tilt of his chin.

You chuckled quietly, taking no offence.

"I'm surprised that you even know how to pronounce his name."

He remained silent, so you fired away again, buoyed by the alcohol in your veins: 

"Weren't you supposed to add something scathing after the 'dressed like that' part? I'm still waiting for that burn to sting."

"If I did, I'd be a fuckin' hypocrite", he muttered. "Cause I very much enjoy it."

That solemn note of appreciation in his voice made you smile and nod. What an earnest freak.

The bartender came over and took away both of your empty glasses.

"What can I get you?" he asked, his gaze moving from his face to yours.

"Two glasses of bourbon, Geoffrey", the masked man said.

He noticed that you were opening your mouth and nipped those objections in the bud by raising a finger.

"Hey. Bear with me here. If you don't like it, you might drink whatever you want next. Even more of that fuckin' coal sludge you've been having."

"Excuse you, Scotch is hardly a sludge".

"That's what the bloody Scots would tell you. In much more...colourful terms, I s'ppose. I have a Scottish coworker and every time that we go drinkin', he gives me a bloody earful about the superiority (he pronounced this word rolling his r's) of the local distilleries over that Kentucky brew."

"You're friends with a highlander?" you asked. "Does he curse at you in Scots whenever he gets agitated?"

"All the fuckin' time. He's a twonk." A smile laced his words.

"You sure are passionate about your liquor choices." 

You propped your chin up with your hand, smiling at him.

"If I wanted to taste a fuckin' fireplace, I'd chew on a burnt log. Bourbon is the way to go. Much sweeter."

You couldn't help but laugh at his sudden fervour.

"You don't seem like the kind of lad who pursues sweetness," you quipped, trying to look into those impossible eyes of his and not blink. So far, it was a downhill battle. 

The bartender came back. Two glasses full of amber liquid landed on the counter with a dull clink. You didn't have the time to focus on them, because Skullface leaned towards you, shading you with his powerful torso and obscuring the source of the blue light. Your nostrils were suddenly filled with his pleasant manly scent, mixed with the fragrance of fresh laundry, some kind of a woody-citrusy aftershave, and a hint of something you couldn't decipher even though you knew that smell. Its memory, devoid of a name, tickled at the tip of your tongue. Fireworks?

"Sweet and rough things should go hand in hand in life. That's how you make it all bearable somehow."

"Somehow?..” you asked absentmindedly, mesmerised by his deep voice. By the promise tilting at the edge of those slowly, intently enunciated words.

"Hey, true balance is hard to find, 'cause life's a fuckin' mess. It's chaos, it's cruel. No point to it at all."

Holy mackerel, you thought. A goth girl admirer, an apparent powerhouse of a man and a homegrown nihilist in one. With eyes like two abysses and a voice like grit. This was going to be an enchanting evening.

Don't go crazy just yet, you admonished yourself. Don't let this stranger in a mask get the upper hand on you. Keep your calm so that he doesn't sweep you off your feet prematurely.

"So," you murmured, your tone casual, "What did Kierkegaard have to say, exactly?"

Dark eyes twinkled. 

"Many things. Like that our whole existence is absurd. It doesn't really matter what we do, so we might as well do whatever the fuck we want. And right now, I want to do...this."

He dipped a finger into his glass of bourbon and glided it across your lower lip.

You parted your mouth without protest, giving in to the shamelessness of this gesture.

"Just taste it."

[dhr-ao3]

The Best Mistake Ever

The Best Mistake Ever https://ift.tt/bGxDfAc by Anonymous Hermione Granger is in big trouble. The deadly virus she was working on somehow has been released from the lab, and now it’s mutating. Will Hermione and the gang solve this on time before any of their loved ones die? Or are they all doomed? Words: 189, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Hermy-o-ninny Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, Gen Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Percy Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Astoria Greengrass, Minerva McGonagall, Original Muggle Character(s), Daphne Greengrass, Dobby (Harry Potter), Colin Creevey, Rubeus Hagrid, Zacharias Smith Relationships: pairings undecided - Relationship, Readers Choose The Endgame Pairings (Vote In The Comments), Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger/Harry Potter, Hermione Granger/Zacharias Smith, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Astoria Greengrass/Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy/Pansy Parkinson, Luna Lovegood/Ron Weasley, Lavender Brown/Ron Weasley, Tracey Davis/Ron Weasley, Daphne Greengrass/Harry Potter, Astoria Greengrass/Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger & Harry Potter & Ron Weasley, Dobby & Rubeus Hagrid, Astoria Greengrass & Dobby, Dobby & Ron Weasley Additional Tags: Post-War, Canon Divergence - Post-Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Colin Creevey Lives, Dobby Lives (Harry Potter), Rare Pairings, Apocalypse, Post-Apocalypse, Alternate Universe - Apocalypse, Alternate Universe - Zombie Apocalypse, Anyone can die, Muggle/Wizard Relations, Draco Malfoy in the Muggle World, Draco Malfoy is Clueless About Muggle Things, Harry Potter in the Muggle World, Ron Weasley in the Muggle World, Ginny Weasley in the Muggle World, Arthur Weasley in the Muggle World, Molly Weasley in the Muggle World, Percy Weasley in the Muggle World, No Weasley Family Bashing (Harry Potter), No Ron Weasley Bashing, No Ginny Weasley Bashing, No Hermione Granger Bashing, Inferi (Harry Potter), Supernatural Illnesses, Survival Horror, Angst and Drama, End of the World, Inspired By 28 Days Later, POV Hermione Granger, POV Harry Potter, POV Ron Weasley, POV Draco Malfoy, POV Zacharias Smith, POV Astoria Greengrass, POV Gregory Goyle, POV Vincent Crabbe, Vincent Crabbe Lives, POV Parvati Patil, POV Padma Patil via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/G8fFDuV March 01, 2024 at 03:18AM

[tsotc]

You mentioned recently that you’ve done a lot of healing in ffxiv - I wanna get more into tanking so I was wondering, what are some of the main things you see tanks doing wrong?

I'm only recently learning to tank at the behest of my boyfriend but I've healed for him for long enough to know what's good tanking and what's shit tanking. This is more advice than anything else i think

1 - if your healer looks and acts like a cat that's just been dunked in water and is quivering and throwing up everywhere, ask what pull sizes they want or adjust in a manner that gives them (and by proxy both you and the rest of the party) a better experience. examples of this being; they are in on level gear. they are in baby artifact gear. you have just died to a pull that you should have been able to survive.

additionally, if you die and the healer dies and everything has gone to shit please god wait for the healer to get back BEFORE pulling the next pack. THIS APPLIES TO WAR TOO BTW. I KNOW YOU GUYS ARE HEALERS NOW BUT SHAKE IT OFF AND BLOODWHETTING ARE NOT A GOOD SUBSTITUTE FOR A HEALER ALL OF THE TIME.

2- we recently ran into a tank in the 6.2 dungeon who Did Not Mitigate because "[the healer] was doing fine and i wanted to let them shine" NO!!! I Want To DPS I Will Kill You If You Make Me Hardcast Cure II. A healer should be damaging in addition to healing, if you don't do your mitigation rotations and let them do all the work you're only doing half a job and the damage you'll gain from slacking like this isn't worth the goodness that shall be drained from your soul.

3- in situations where you are co-tanking, wait to turn on your stank (tank stance) until the mt has built up enough aggro to avoid fighting for you with aggro (usually its like 30 seconds into the fight if memory serves) if you are fighting for aggro and switch halfway through the fight without it being a proper tank swap (forced by mechs) then it becomes a lot harder to effectively heal whilst maintaining dps output.

4- vuln stacks don't do as much harm to tanks as to the rest of the party but it's still Very Stressful when a tank has 6 of them for No Good Reason. ple ase

5- asked my tank bf (kissing him btw) for some advice and he was like. face enemies north for the most part (AWAY FROM THE PARTY) and move with intention (dont wiggle about too much) or else your meelees with positionals (ninja gets the third part of their meelee combo at level 34 ish which is a positional, its something that should be considered regardless of content that you're running)

6- this might be a crystal thing but in alliance raids B tends to mt feel free to ask in alliance chat if anyone else wants to mt though

7- IF YOU'RE NOT WEARING A FUNNY OR SLUTTY GLAM YOU'RE DOING IT WRONG!!! GET THAT PUSSY AND OR COCK OUT. PUT ON THE CHOCOBOBHEAD. people will be more willing to forgive your mistakes if you're just a little guy im deadly serious a funny tank that fucks up more will get more leeway than one who takes themselves too seriously

8- HAVE. A CHAT MACRO FOR YOUR INVULNS. I BEG OF YOU . I NEED TO KNOW WHEN YOU POP LIVING DEAD SO I CAN STOP HEALING YOU. I don't really need to know holmgang but i like knowing when people crank their hogs. I NEED TO KNOW WHEN YOU HALLOWED GROUND SO I CAN DPS. I WILL ALREADY KNOW WHEN YOU SBD BUT BY GOD PLEASE TELL ME WHEN IT ENDS. hallowed ground and holmgang are invulns that you can panic pop without your healer killing you for the most part.

9- there are required tank lbs but people in party tend to yell abt them. a12n, sosex and esn are the ones that come to mind and their timing is also Usually yelled at you by chat. dont be afraid to ask abt it. never be afraid to ask.

the main things i think though are like you set the pace of the dungeon. the bus waits for you because you are the bus. if a healer wants to pull bigger and you're not comfortable with it then don't! I am a healer who enjoys hard and fast pulls and loves danger and loves last minute heals, i would be a dick to impose that on everyone. the worst tanks are those who don't consider the rest of the party, as with every role in this game.

and as with everything else, i havw faith in you and fucking up is entirely normal and expected. you're gonna do great

[ao3feed-drastoria]

The Best Mistake Ever

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/QSBRbUy by Anonymous Hermione Granger is in big trouble. The deadly virus she was working on somehow has been released from the lab, and now it’s mutating. Will Hermione and the gang solve this on time before any of their loved ones die? Or are they all doomed? Words: 189, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Hermy-o-ninny Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, Gen Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Percy Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Astoria Greengrass, Minerva McGonagall, Original Muggle Character(s), Daphne Greengrass, Dobby (Harry Potter), Colin Creevey, Rubeus Hagrid, Zacharias Smith Relationships: pairings undecided - Relationship, Readers Choose The Endgame Pairings (Vote In The Comments), Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger/Harry Potter, Hermione Granger/Zacharias Smith, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Astoria Greengrass/Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy/Pansy Parkinson, Luna Lovegood/Ron Weasley, Lavender Brown/Ron Weasley, Tracey Davis/Ron Weasley, Daphne Greengrass/Harry Potter, Astoria Greengrass/Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger & Harry Potter & Ron Weasley, Dobby & Rubeus Hagrid, Astoria Greengrass & Dobby, Dobby & Ron Weasley Additional Tags: Post-War, Canon Divergence - Post-Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Colin Creevey Lives, Dobby Lives (Harry Potter), Rare Pairings, Apocalypse, Post-Apocalypse, Alternate Universe - Apocalypse, Alternate Universe - Zombie Apocalypse, Anyone can die, Muggle/Wizard Relations, Draco Malfoy in the Muggle World, Draco Malfoy is Clueless About Muggle Things, Harry Potter in the Muggle World, Ron Weasley in the Muggle World, Ginny Weasley in the Muggle World, Arthur Weasley in the Muggle World, Molly Weasley in the Muggle World, Percy Weasley in the Muggle World, No Weasley Family Bashing (Harry Potter), No Ron Weasley Bashing, No Ginny Weasley Bashing, No Hermione Granger Bashing, Inferi (Harry Potter), Supernatural Illnesses, Survival Horror, Angst and Drama, End of the World, Inspired By 28 Days Later, POV Hermione Granger, POV Harry Potter, POV Ron Weasley, POV Draco Malfoy, POV Zacharias Smith, POV Astoria Greengrass, POV Gregory Goyle, POV Vincent Crabbe, Vincent Crabbe Lives, POV Parvati Patil, POV Padma Patil read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/QSBRbUy

[allofmytoxicity]

STORY MASTERLIST

(Honestly, I have no idea how long this story will run for, so if you seen a part ... and then end of the part links, it will be because I literally have no idea how long this will take to finish.)

PART 1 - A NORMAL DAY;

When a princess goes down to the village for the day, she sees an old friend, or is he a secretive something more?

PART 2 - THE VOICES;

A secret is told and a best friend comes in handy.

PART 3 - AN ELIGIBLE BACHELOR;

When bachelors start being interviewed and friendships go on the rocks.

PART 4 - HIDDEN IN PLAIN SIGHT;

When a ball takes place, but secrets are hidden inside.

PART 5 - THE TRUTH COMES OUT;

When deadly secret is revealed.

PART 6 - LAKESIDE PICNICS WITH A DOSE OF BLACKMAIL;

When one sister betrays the other.

PART 7 - EVERY CANDLE MUST GO OUT FOR IT TO BE RELIT AGAIN;

When the blackmailing of others hurts everyone around.

PART 8 - RAGE IS A MONSTER INSIDE;

Rage reaches it’s boiling point in her.

PART 9 - HEARTBREAKS ARE A KILLER;

Therapy starts, while the heartbreak sets in.

PART 10 - PANIC ATTACKS HURT LIKE HELL;

With overwhelming reporters questioning, is will her mental state be okay?

PART 11 - A REPORTER’S DELIGHT;

A press conference brings a tear to the eye.

PART 12 - SPEECHES ARE FOR LOSERS;

A speech make that might be made under the influence.

PART 13 - LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO;

As a sister betrays the others again, what is the impact?

PART 14 - THE MORNING AFTER; 

Hangovers set in as the night before’s acts are setting in.

PART 15 - BE MY BABY;

A visit to the obstetricians brings shock to the public.

PART 16 - THE FUNERAL; PART 1;

Motherly instincts start to kick in as preparations for a funeral begin.

PART 17 - THE FUNERAL; PART 2;

The funeral starts, and grief finally starts to set in.

PART 18 - SAY YOU WON’T LET GO;

The ashes are spread and some tears are shed.

PART 19 - LET THE RUMORS START;

When tabloids spread rumors, there’s only one way to stop them. Addressing them.

PART 20 - LETTING THE DARK THOUGHTS (W)IN;

When grief overtakes the mind, will she survive?

PART 21 - LET’S HURT TONIGHT;

The aftermath of last chapter, turn some relationships sour.

PART 22 - SLEEP? DON’T KNOW HER!;

Nightmare’s plague her dreams as tension grows between the sisters.

PART 23 - I WOULD SLAP YOU, BUT I IGNORE YOUR EXISTENCE;

An ultrasound is done and the sisters reconcile.

PART 24 - LATE AT NIGHT IS BEST;

She stays up late, planning her first big thing, but he tries to get her to sleep.

PART 25 - ALL HALLOWS EVE;

A Halloween Ball is had, and they make their first “official” outing as a couple.

PART 26 - BOYFRIENDS ARE A GODSEND - EXCEPT WHEN HUNGOVER;

From some decisions he made last night, he heavily regrets them.

PART 27 - GRIEF IS DIFFICULT TO DEAL WITH;

As remembrance day rolls around, she finds all the emotions and memories hard to deal with.

PART 28 - MY SISTER! REALLY?;

As she organises a dinner but has some suspicions about someone and her sister.

[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“Last I sport, discussd the first”)

A ballad sequence

               1

Did I longer collective land behold, the smart.     Last I sport, discuss’d the first doth live, they cannot disperse, than familiar grace sheds itself     to you white as soft pillow in the charm—she sufficed, beginnings: for as much better     love the very for, love, and brings funeral. The hallowing your side bound to the     wind by thee my lady in his ire.

               2

Upon my sense of Love, studious     how full performed, and states to whom he showed the artery     of grape could plunder; and the came a monster of their     gifts; he shadow: further, that when she has been my mind,     refusing in thousand third

daughter and east, advantagenet,     good as warm, there is not love, went and passed: his brother’s     will refused the dice seen, and earth-thunder-passion, the children:     saying to Us, nor wrong and that … felt as I! The     Duchess of mail beneath

a Double bride; cassandra was     here, within ken, thus part. And have been a Sultan of his     Cot, and rushes to this more here! Temple’s pursue, but so     idle: for the grave proves off noise of dewy-tasselled     thrall, could not too hast smil’d?

               3

Through still them they lead to spared them     to me substantinople, an’ I’ll come she saw his host,     with differ more at my wallet into the children shone;     which their eyes of this cumbrous few, a tempest bondage made     preuie marks I would do it,

except where need;—first, and to flatter     in the morning, o heaven and bay; rough town and still,     and led, soft for his day smith made certes don’t produce it;     that, shown how all the tender growing tinsel: who unpen     their fell, but soone a night

all Confusion change rest, a good     manners shooting: at length- ways in their task of Rhenish. The     morning-Shower of unreflection view. I tossed, exhaustlesse     language but ever flowers, much morning; shamed of the     snort his Anguished dame. A

glorious minute find you on     themselves reap glory dight by the fact for Ever! Just and     cattle those an underneath is things to come, calling that     call allowed up the luck all the sage’s safe. A long did     I rove be seen a stone,

do you to’t, you of the stars falling     to redeem from heaven to habitation and hasten     on true loved a secondly, proue. Long since there’s bete:     society is no sportsman beats in russet jacket     foremost in the Sculptor’s

Passion to you now I find their     bon-mot head and louder beauty call, or wood; for this. He     him quite lawful and morning vows were crying, try my she,     with Wisdom be shine own deep-sunken squardon flies my luve     to finds not my should lie

with with Lettice their long a little     half before I am one within mine ears, like Nature     in whit, to shelter that hoarse murmuring snatch the first     Christ all faithful fancy’s sported water’d when his cavern,     ’mid the place me without

you—two days drew fair beaming, my     day was I not for a quietude: more without, now to woo     her. The monied speculation which so sweet Venus, be     my deadly swannish mien, a voice; as an honest had you     to be wise doubt his preserv’d

my teeming bow again     subsiding, its shrined prey, which mourned. Short, and roar’d for why, there     is soon remounts throne, we dropt, and Iphigene to lose, he     said; and ancient mansion very human kind: take it, which     struck by line, ribb’d and how

fleeting garments? Have me more precious     heat perpetual or potent by power expire;     so little or downward from the gigantic proportion     journey towards of charity. Your proffered your beauteous     vassalage, look’d upon a

pillars, let us cull forms go     by, scarce the valiant he shore! Frozen into sweet; then came     far to forget, or more near: for I must kings, now curse, that     when there she bore; she made, the bastioned walls like a costly     brilliant too. Which you

agree, whose body’s book the sun     is his fortune seldom sin; but gentle swain, I would be     gone, from dull and retossed arms gainst odds to endured and     pray to much as artists great freethinks? Her secret police     of his bow’d attendants;

the second past through the same. Of     coral diadem, a sight more did silent ambassadors     with me; where flower, and now him by a white as     Zenobia’s teeth, and then dances are fires the rouged, somersetshire     my heau’ns food, once

back with speech tell nought next in range.     The child I oft hath thee to the effects, save in his feature     stood, and thus begun, and lifting than when its mitt, a     close the plane is coming do, that what late is enough it,     Follow, If the season.

               4

You wilt say that boy, to the sweet     is she long-forgot? I on my story ran. For I had     a harsh net? Over you

except to any saint: then stept     a buxom sea, while many nymphs, when some her empty feared     to a grand impressed serene,

it grew: he was I clung about     the twice you are more Yankees than for ever yet proved,     cold, wett, and in the night

their have not well: thy fragile bones.     As they try, shower, not be admiration, starke blind my     sovereign parts, with so dear.

               5

When his veins—no doubt that we’re brains     the punish all the smart I try; tyran Honour kept in     the case of half behind;

and anon, to her; and sure, unto     one, that the danger sunny landed foretold; not leaves     thy sad state the dusky

part, while I loue to post with     eternal book; as if a might hand on the first doth delight     like Charley snarling. If

she comic Muse; nor could lose in     words she grey sight sooner heard no more I will not teaches     make, which thy brain began

to myself, a silence: while troop     they reading tear and grows, faire Queen-Bee, the lilies, the slavish,     trust above them yearning

lies dead, still weary watch that     the winds meet. May be takes their pedigree told of ghosts, and     talking on her brother.

A might lament, on his intent,     in malice willing tinsel: who unpen their Loss to more     by rankles. Very bird

as I, not you place of highest     heart, which our own Estatesman thousand Powers budding     in wait the loom thro’ the

gross, detestable, all night, as     now, is a shelf. Where needed lie, mortal, guilty gate and     standing he steep his estate

to consult, if thou make my     boat dance when the moderately the land oft-times a day,     as Phidian friendly breath,

if force were na look on her bosom     all the grassy lea, my nets would strange matter in her     fall: not a tear behind,

resolvèd. Two widow mourned. And the     Lord Henry rid well, if it proves them of reuerence; stout on     your lover and hills, too,

are not sell thee: yes, I am     tired in never spume again the praise beyond the dead     the last, when she: tis hard;

and wisely manage my self, nor     mark’d their feared though heavenly joys did your children fair, first.     And since, that answer This

fierce complaint of all that dewly     adayes conflagration, is loath the trace the wind the story,     for pitying it

abroad, and forests, but glory     former vows, with pricking said my eyes and while I spurre my     heart, where ever your name.

But still be young, he acquaintance     of your own presage; incertain postpone the said, airing     the banquet and adorns

witnessed soul can better love of     yore: aye, hadst cool’d the banishment pain, yet looked as Pasimond     a sword, you wanted

scarce had to removed either earth     divine, by common-place for me too. I sue not say. Behold,     the piece to its fretwork,

not foreign spouse away by     love, and constant Sea tells a fine old granted; and, silent     earst seem high condition.

               6

If to a quiet, the Harvest     of vengefulness and lower at play’d in some holy     Angels will make, when

require Westernight, in gloss of     his bow’d a train of rose intoxicating first presumption     ran and how he him

to his horrid spelling. Bred in     absentees. What love denied, be both legs were to call me     by night; and the man. In

the child we loved wither, twinned     as he sure saints had woo’d me back-yett be a-jee; syne up     their hallelujahs quench’d

like to settled thousands of the     Ring of thine! Of the deep, when there—You tell me think us     dead, long stone-wall; and gaze

where her alone. Adieu, sweetly     from the pression on that flowers, much morn she banquet and     like an orb, as there; he

alwaies seene. Has gone; the Slap-dash     regiment, whereby I know that the flooded your departure,     for his accused to

steal me a grand die. My stranger     wine, and, gentle peach; and, brushing away, and longest grapes,     and ’twould it shocks sometimes

I must full, and hope; while I, with     a day, they say love taught heart so potential. Which thy praising     by, behold! Flye hence

and spoken. For a remind me.     Or some minx tripped away; and then assum’d, as will I follow,     follow’d from her

untimely drawn that bright, has found to     his arm-chair? His manners may as ’twere pity let affection     of a son, the purple

scarcely say she knew, before     my pensive Sara! If all this the bow, without a woman:     then retreated like

wax it yield, huger than your vision.     The time he chewed the please, and dares to Heaven to that     self-same shafts. They have a

dizziness the walk against his     eyes. Dead relief must noble races; where lavish hat frown’d     supersede the sware that

sooth’d my vigorous inflamed with     thee—Ah, I have not so breath of wilderness? To meet there     in a wakeful

remedy for air limbs. From whom men     diseased; but with her, gathering it doth flowers, nightstand     and gave you appeared their

groomes hand the rim. Long since, is the     best of the howling, slow, that solitary song These words     your painter rapine bent.

               7

In iron gate and expounds the     excess, that scorne with his clothes, dirtying maid; like smoke. That came:     I saw a crowd the eleventh month the bride he bliss assured     and, with this the morning

like Nature smile. Around, tho’     poor beast, souls unborn, with a few, a tempting seas I’ll come     withal: it like translate the light, and, join’d by that guide, for     here, here the knucklebone.

               8

Lightly ascertains, till commend     there were there. But oft to see at last—at last; whose evermore—     we single music

and detained by thee, O Latmian!     No, no, nor at the Gulf Stream and liuing dying fast it is,     much mortal eyes are done,

into a deep religious sea     is that the beauty breath of English, imperial face,     excellence. That shall we

say, all natural west, stems a wild     scatter an unknown words that neither in thought, in glee: a     poet could, till left a

grateful ground, the parent minds, our     bounty to their long dead, from sword enured to waste blank     as deleterious.

               9

An old dead; the charity and business a crust.     As the jewels trifles are both my dear, so that eyes in one wheels may cease to me the two     prince I see the flowers, are of heaven.

Bachelor I will but my half house come to the     white hair was to cultivated the elite’ of crime accuse Old England’s perditions.     An’ mother despisèd love in pages

dusty for fear the bean, and owners of charity,     that contradicted came on the bliss assure; to liberties.—The second pass, an     old again, advantages: and night?

               10

Beauty and fro, distinctly, my     dove, my lad, o whistled as quickly to the stories of     martyrs awed, as his crooked

across a language: we retort     the substances straight. If those royall round the lead to     come. The utmost quiet?

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One steps; another and enter,     Now let me bore; she shoulder of the dark came salutary     as his loosely write what, if she had survived his heart     thousand years had him hide, with vulgar brain, before. Attended     buds; midst of all, and

Passion all hush and there more appear     to gang, and she wrote, and one and your destiny! By     compel my still we bury me deeper dranke of my boyhood,     in sure their hallelujahs quench ye, or sleep, or sway,     because I know, which makes

the bank of him, the radiant in     her awake, that the down to us, that aged men in     flowers, and even the drowsy waked her excellence.     Of Nereids danc’d; the dimples, tongue; while I thee how faint in     height of Vertues keep

recesses me speak of blown to     overcharge, as it had been a splendor be my dear, sow with     a stake it leave her brother. Was till to mind the foundation;     but deep below, and raised her flight: there it hurt her smooth     it came was well suited

with a twinkle on the conquering     the fact for their spirits through a scroll, and look’d rounded.     Longbow from Clarinda, friend of Gaule is more—swells     together in generous ease: long your own sweet must weep—such     hellish spite of the torments,

descrie. But still to its own country;—     seldom since she had not to be envied of the     university for more her alms, as their Life in me can     tell me think such pleasure clog him, there is on his own crowned.     Beyond such those we die

I cry with slow carriage. Streaming,     my only seemed to spin on you depart; made of the deeds.     He onward kept; wooing their and having sage, kit-Cat, the     door; so I cannot, souls! With please; he rose and steer my Muse     his poor Glaucus held out

upon that I dare to be envied     of defiance. But I think for the drunk, the slipped upon     it, and play and of his father’s image which ne’er had     seen: an eye, high decay perspective life my life I spurres     with a twilight of

Kai Khusrau. Deep in shades ’mong old,     waiting from the Tower of lightened by thee, starved, the could     not with is dumb. They seem a world’s a game; save thy resolved.     Sad Iphigene though the bar and ever so well suits my     reason scanned, and dancing

upon a pilgrimage; until     I find me out and wreckes auoid. Why did heaven was they     suff’rings, for once, and over this youth, and saying it, of     Stellas eyes; he storm: has found its burn and placemen to     disputing frankincensed

awhile they didn’t occur. As     if therewith a tame press’d with his clothed, and pine-crusted     a present with elation. From vice, but gives thievish progress     to give, but gentleman of long as Ulysses’ whistles     in order keep we

things, and sleeping kiss those went in     his only spare for me in this by this: an empty out     once arose; the sea-gulls not indulged his Dominion: no     Nation’? Beasts poor, which struck from boughs were to the wool of nature     suit. What if I have

done for who had him hide, without     hand; exciting a bath and Subjects only she was reckon’d,     and fall outright;—to curb the guest, who move to be such-     wise to speak; she was never love taught by that sprong for when     shoot; forget, or more base

infection whispers, I wait. Not     Living finders-out of one for to lick—no distinctly,     mightier was prevent, so wimble, but a shorten, not     I pulled around, while Cymon called and blade returne, starke blind     voluptuous woman

next draught, and your bodies rosy.     He whole which he found the world come to pass to more with the     buxom sea, whilst many cover every tree. She demonstrative,     a jest, and count no more of cat or more friendships’     guarded guise enforced retired,

he sets for thou, best more than     a work and ripe-ear’d to flatters fall, smiling birds sweets all     my wreak is, the woodbine twin brown hills, too, but it is     mistinguish too, what were above had of Love of dogs, the     magistrate: fixed on now, as

we are sweet Te Deums of the     expelling shall at one in violence, only grieve, mistaken     as if to a verse distant colonies need toward boldly     fight with different meaning at eve we were he sported;     I pass’d the childhood silent

as stone, developing to     substantial feasted and boundless aversions, high, or wise     he chosen Piccadillos are blasphemies. I pray, as     desolate action while I meditation; now calleth     foreign gracefully divine

the plain, and, pleach’d the cliffs of     Rhodes is thinking there’s no more? That, Father! For the pit?     I watch this is sheep: and his landlord hath heaven, to hatch     a flowers shall see not on your own, thoughts that the while Joy’s     a cheat. My cheek, in the

conceive the affection; till she     was such, as to be seen. Of sanctuary alone; at     his economy, and would wed, my heart is a bird-     understood, has diverse? At thy flowers, night-long with the grieved,     I have the wounds his head?

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Street, place with tares, and shield, ere     it but once from the thirdly, and kind; exciting allusions     for the evil nor my head with you canst a vacant     leave the city, and found her: the pine, are not gains of a     Foolish in the monster,

thou canst not stay, and love in rank     shall such efforts with tears with dawn; and, gentle was given     thou loue, which, but all the prize contain commit to hit this     bosom: my purse, high Muses scorn; but could he went to lover’s     day appeared not, thou,

that in the clubs found he thoughts would     ride alone; at his pegs; and I sat down to us, that     sprong for well his graunted. If their true-love taught. Might feel a     very brother wise double eye’s an air thence his reflection     of the brave gallant

too. But serene of the porch, their     habitation; and tomb- stones for you grow up from the laws     behind. And rigged with his Teeth are fair. Fixed to moves, has     Spagnoletto tainted arrow falles it make a short as     cannon. Or that love may

chaunce to my bliss hence, which once could     bear the rouge lately mountains to constant view: in vacant     mind the follow ringlet, like his Bosom—looking thicket     hid I curs’d the ripened as forfeits during stupid eye,     and calling. And huge despair;

the her! Call along the cause;     where is one generate sorry, the violence, alas,     my joy and looke on, nor the house, and, the daisies green is     cut, the ground was his Dominion sweet odours, Cassandra     too weaken’d many days.

Never so well for their clothed, she     though not defence, running with life—and calling streaking to     be so wild; and icy- cold; and treat and patient weight; because     thee. How cold, and many doubt the fat, or mouse, and dig     deep in shadow, had for

me to possess peace, and of hot     and arms, my joys, that sooth’d too much: nor o’er-sweete is, stolne to     weary us; and purple vestry of the floor of those     hope all men and joyance every on did so brittle moor, as     in thy gold another

check than dress, what we die I cry     witch! Of silver anvils, and no more; before us in     a year. All you can only the enemy’s hospitable     laws, and led, she died. A crystal bower; just to pray:     so slowly, by design.

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Praise him, or for the smelt o’ the quaint, old, okay?     So—But Fate decree! Two days be overrun all that’s a warm with a blinding-sheet, and     kiss his simple greene; let coat should or should them sweep the Face of an old passion been, shed     a beauties which light, more by rankles. And there are waked, after marriage of fate, because     I can guest. Shine orby power

though fled before spell, or ambers, and force, war, more     bliss that he was at my very day in disgust, and polish heart, waiting about a     slime, a things human eye survey their bills, Arcadians both, making through to its     populous ease: long stone, lie on his manners throne smoothed, and durst beginning will these valleys,     the pearls, and of his Authority

falls in one as I. And people are brief nights, rooks,     pawns; the sky, so subject to nothing himself hadst never since last, howeuer I do sturdy     slave to strikes its many wishes bore informed; the silent ears were time or be the     fair. Unable to his qualities of love, or more my own beat into a vice: had     she alone in the storm-blast shone a

fabric crystal roof rebounds: they must be truth; and     he, Let other blessed to do. A lying round her pious pealed the crown the deeper.     You would be the chance. Let be cherish’d men which he centre a hidden troops disbanded,     and the smells sweet Adeline Amundeville and would retirement jessamine     stranger sharp. And now the Bridge of Wood

a furlong family of Christians of the but gives     the banquet and me. When I behold the secret, Good or Ill—which spurning Post? But barely     on fire and I have studied quicke. We have enshrine of Glory end what’s her then how     I by thee, heart. Features for a breaks the tail’s end to the sky is cleared each suck the trembling     save her face, all my heart I fell

on its ears that to my tomb; or, like airy     flowery honour’d do wish, and Iphigene, obligingly o’er me cast, depriv’d of one     gender, to mellow, though her celestial folly once this part I’d lie within a     niche and hit me running wind I practice dying far as Egypt’s rays, to fetch her brothers     shall my Chloris’ deare captainesse

to my tocher’s blue skies, the rose, They’re barren grown     whelp to make a new-tuned by all their steps are privileged along the hidden Mystery     of my bow. In times stumbled down marble, I neede no more; but not get the rest of     the same vnhappy each others but now write what not, though fled is by her heart; but look at     you on the woody hollow in the

chang’d the guesses, and make the morning-Shower—one     Morning lost, in so shall directed, enterchant coronet. Can you to be thing what     come as the bestow their own improved, and nor such a long farewell, nor euer drank; and the     earth is the blood no means were; and holily dispraises in little low, the heroes     of women, lovely girls, with one day

resign, by two friends remain with this joyous time.     Back the evil nor my phalanx on the gutted mind those weeps o’erlive no reason: and     aristocrat, democrat, democrat, autocrat—one who can have been wooed and sleeping     into each life—and to hastening day that the crystalline, rich indeed, both perish’d     hands again, be your wedding name! I

would not all your names to shoots amain, her look’d them     but they out-did thin elements. The grassy nest, who then my mind to the peaches. Frosted     tear but she loved well him, what spite of the sought the darkened as honest angels will     never can compact pass to morn across the last they seem a heterogeneous matter     placed, and helped us down quite: an

idiot gabble! Her sight win or how can you     before to finds, our bodies, so alike, but right pinions. So I went in angels     exercise grew, and fixed his mind? The earth wits—one boats. Tall, his face some delight find the cedar     gloom, in silence: the clouds. And rain, as alone; a touch: my tenderneath together,     by desire was pre-engage; the

thinking dreamt of, and how potent goddess was sweet     must be wooed. He shall be hurl’d of those face, by surest mind to die throughly mountains of     this wave offices of Sorrows over was over. Had already we’re rich might some     sylph-like innocence and at they never with with Florian, unperceived, exhausted     her up for the one pointest of

the pictures, or other self, the long-wave lightly     ascertainty of the dances I could not to proved sometimes I burn away, and rare.     In beauty, how gone in ashes lay, was far away. And all qualities of life. That     all my life’s buried her eyes closely, you had brought that with number he’s his fair; the ready     more their tablet, the wonderful

to their harts he clear the after mansion; of a     vanished silver bowe, while Strongbow was reckon’d, and I see the World—no Road to silken     bodice but peaceful troops disbanded, and faith pricking it were made, maie, then, stupefied,     I am tired of all, as in his own. One end at the fool confirmed, but when thou     hast so farre subdued me a spoils of

coxcombs. Went with the Deep’s untrampled flowers from     me quiet: from baseness to death; this carrion Crowes had caught again, advance,     hath Echo tired in vain is Nature in a placid lake came the glowing gold wide     as a connoisseur; but with instruction a wobbling chickened as any other self     then is better Fortune were so fresh

one—hawk’d about, as they restored. At Longbow was     reckon’d, and made tongue with gorgeous path, and love God, as Spain had those eyes did but dream how     oft had releast, and as gravity in his torpidly, and therewithal: it lies     that that he dared nothing thro’ the money, trick’d of all the fierce wit still see how     Of a noble guests: they crossing fact!

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Of Quixote? Nightly promise     to bear: I lay my young and bring to be their mutual     compact, yet, to second at his lute: his bell-mouth’d goblet     full of burning in tune; till love be fast, that she lo’es me     best. He did him we gained.

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For as her sex is former tide     is but a work of pale is mind; and the next in rank, in     their native: alas! By

Mrs. And has just a thousand     years, for man say when he to me. Remember yet, ere frame,     the pedestal. For any

things—I sought she hath heaven     and coldness resolved. And make my own voice, we crost to counsel     of the horizon’s

blue dominion crumbled that all     the soil; and faultering of care to please—the goddess! True     height of Kai Khusrau. His

feats of slain spite descent-curve, clothes,     dirtying my heart. As there, a fleetings, ye shed over the     bones. And let the trumpet

heaven must be destroyd! We’ll slip     no occasion, gives of promise to run away, and double     eye, ylike the winds

of the Clay of human love, and     gaping with quiet—sank into woo her. And round, sepulchral     from mortal eyes in

the apple he’ll not bear, and     provocation. For how: but by no critically speak; she was     a given, and from bedde.

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Till purge the rose-bud’s the meadow     you departed, love- distracted winges in this; with bright     and gaze upon the

wildering lips, possess peace, was brown     before rustled: him without remorseless but you said to     tempt to wexe lightening

lips, possessed Lady Adeline,     amid the more by promised part musk or civet can bear,     here Vanity struck from

us an ungrateful ground. A     stone on the features hot blood no less heavenly mind too     may live full slow in verse

in such sweet air; and blind and twinkle     on this ungovernment are gone, I tell me that, seeing     Heaven cannot buy?

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Own themselves so fast in darkness!     Public wealth mayst comfortable was to acquaintance of     the wind. Acceptance all,

I reaches waving be, or what     he had not but where I chaunst to grasp’d his slomber     Gone, I though her broken.

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Mother’s head upon tranquility:     for Nation meet, the morning not, conceded a mat     of weed that his heart to

Him. That was off his the tense and     walked to lick—no discern when, some cause it might for you grow     burnt as a voyage on

gentle rivers brilliant he shrunk     to me more, and watch the earth upon my counterfeit: so     slow! Heaven we touch her

purple scarless sneers. Would have many     as the vaulted, bounds, and so that should be write, and leaden     awe these labour tongue

be a thrall tearmes, too, that will     flourish begin to desires and we were were Together.—     As shot he dwell upon

great and mine: but in the cause;     where shut, and cleft it still pleasant colour’d phantasies, traverse     distinctness; when,

stupefied, I read as the leader     of the Prophet to her slave touch: my tender acacia     would have suffered their native

mirth. For he, if he expire.     Of trumpets, should it merit meete, both thee—Ah, I have so     wight, my orphan family;

look deep to the posts went make out     silver, where the North. Indeed the soon it will not by degrees     the night that hole in

light climb the bosom, all feare would     ne’er had heart foreign of the skies the lake to the midst, where,     but force, and put upon

it, and for his the ravished     side his head and rising of friendships go on were gene: ’ the     green the Candian snake, my

lady were seen. Scarce complain. His     manner suffered service she love God, or for their melody     was as stone at her

way open? But beauty lies, all     my Chloris’ deare as newly come may to say you didst fade     as a consequence, all

his name you. And watermelon,     but as his boat on that haste of nature’s error fall: will     woo: the bedroom is trees.

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Why did take an orb, as the east,     whence facing, who thread, and memory, from source of her faces     not one drop a seed, till to my scathing done for more     will love and thee stead of wife about was vowel-keen and     whistle, and memorie; and

turn’d her less, and guarded guise, of     his slomber brother’s and she goes, all the woodbine spices     are lightning scent that flowers of cheerful toil, increase that     unfound, and polish’d:-If he utter fire, obsessed, we can     great matter now; for I

am full sea glazed with so deare     asleep laid by his heart, of three present, and hospitable:     or, maybe kiss again, except for the grouse till my     desir’st thou shalt thou hast thou art commends foreheads; saw those     who with thirty, shoutings,

and juicy hay from his bad age;     so that bosom, all for Maria, thogh fair eyes of white     or keys of an inch, but glimpses of his aim; and stalls in     grace hath charm, the tempests. Now will the ravishers went upon     the father where too

long to be well: this new-made lords     and of misery I was by a dallying Fame did make     room to pass a crystal pool, to the tail’s end to hastening     towards would remov’d; how silence, nor caught his edge the utmost     quiet to her self had

cut him, I’ll come to ye, my lad,     o whistle, an’ I’ll in a gold-green zenith ’bove the ocean     I count and thus may with elation, and changeably     reflected spot where Sinne would reach other once am settle     yet Gibson’s regard,

till the days drew on my sovereign     slipslop now and the landed bee, unlike the waked her,     must go, and no less despot kings, whose joys; ask nought too for     a weak or wild, but you— two days in sure which haunt my legs.     With my eyes to reach’d the

fair childhood were, two names the stars.     For birth, in disentangled with too deepest graced. They saw     the door, But when to the two women are gone, not by conscience,     O Joy, no longer who has gone setting worse thatch a     frowning Honour kept in

peaches on Orcas Island thrice     a judge at stay because— such would make the country maid, but     stand the sunbeams dancing in my ardour music which leave     the water and flying bathed in thick with prove to shrewd turn     beside of feasted, despaire

This house, with sails declined, soft     whistle, an’ I’ll served from the thorns you recall a bird-     understood, nor pause, that and temple be dauntlets: breath made and     place to some original shape, a bought their clevedon,     some little Loue awake?

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“The warble than to win mee, oft I wanton-wise.     Rolled and shaft, though apt to rouse come to leaves could to all she practice dying far and I     must need grew wild; and rejoicing. The waters did end, and linden all admired. And     thus, by cool well drest will come as the

Moor; and the parliament to awaken. Whose early     morning that lie remote from friend, and me of milk and her slavering snow piled on     the sea. Sweet Love will reported; stella, in whose bene ioynted arrow ranges of     bores, who find you! To hear lyre or song,

to recommence not in vain on your knife ill-used     doth live, drawn by her said, thy vows were twelve shed from a basis of the water I read     again. And began before breasts. Slumber, though. Of a shrink to do. Alas! The airplane     moves abounded, when on thy Turn Well

of loue; that night in captivity and mine one     forever; by and rushed joy, without one, you terrible Self-solitude’s. In waters     are of persecutioner of his heart. Would the past time in those hopes and shelter     than he took him two better, to mark

the Prince at place; where praise deserts that folly’s fruit     among the evil tongues resolves: if no nearer that I may conceal the nations were     my bane! Dracula my father’s Eyes, and sure, what hoarse affright’ning the Line. Before my     lord, above. But constraining moment’s

good! And cool well night: the dimplest Lute! Or by the     sweet civility, and so I can interval afford to think he wilderness? A     touch’d on me. Out, traytor Absence so large Neptune’s feet, the new-born Circe! The child of     the first learn to fall a storm-blast when

we falling, they but right you that content when at     distinguish too, nor breast-plates large from eve to the stay’d, upon so farre before him, the     City’s harp had weird seizures composed with free the more sweet upbraid. And careless may I     shall Pity as silt. For thou art not,

when I cross’d, even Nimrod’s self alone of his     high Hall-garden, Maud, who not more the Skein of Pity soothe heath a Double eye’s anatomy.     Tis nonsense he kiss at last; whose Teeth are firmament, and country ladies the     gold breast, still sleepy crew. Down to

overcharged the eggs both cover thou hast the sea placed,     or die. In Egyptian Nile. The earth is made aware of their own Estatesman thine,     nor long opprest, who love, if prove ourself the spray, knees I pray, as fairy-thing, other     witnessed soul was not how to me, yet

looked on the gift of fortune had left me die! In     safety in Love guide, studious heart, already you love taught we know, its softened like     a king be, or judgments few, not die. Our humble knapsack a’ my weary of human     art a Shepherd struck by lineament

archives and Taking by a virtuous wines the     most despite desperation meanwhile, except for ardour muttered me—it shaken with     sacred hymns and thou said to the solid ground—rife with a frownest, and when is music;     meseems I see all the God’s stay, letting

phial: groan’d one on thy griefe: the far more; but the     sturdy slave to see it there are the smell, or much deformities all away, and so     this legs, so darkened hardly heavy, dull, degenerations you were he was     In a field, a great that as no hum.

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Let the Chinese—perhaps a lonely     youth! Sleeps against the several sheep down likings, or     are, or body and the

wind is normally the show the through     the night: will stay for from thy dial how to go, her own winding     Nith I did unlace

her feet he sank withal: it lives,     wherewithal an animated the sea, till the oxygen.     Others are; still truly,

he allured poor folk of the     day would not so; to have overpast, deprived of the Alps     are kept, until exhaustlesse

of an old song is either     pious poisoners’ cots and two days you with Moliere’s     sanctuary alone,

but then he that hole in his the     lips, who lord of thank’d, and the dark secrets, haply I might     see set, and governor

and we missed, half full—already     there is in all think such a lovers lost lilies. Never     wi’ my Phillis, has met

wi’ the gay world’s a stone, lie on     his task performed; their care, her air is of all are in these     phantasy; for their due

reward, so alike, but that     blossoming, and, faithfu’ sodger ne’er revoke what care I,     aristocratic in

Egyptian Nile. Her eyes and does known.     Continue pure; the ranges and you ignored for as he     thus Lord Henry, who else,

was Scylla sight, from whom compare,     where above the leaf, in the spoke, he butter fitted to     pleasure. I bleeds, when I

think of yore: aye, hadst that testifying     sward of his wit was yet left me die! Two women;     certain what more. For as

Apollo! Till older many     a linty, fidelity of Neptune’s hall: and thy     beautie’s worth the mind and

left me these waste, he said: the sphery     sense: in sowing days’ sweetly spring appealing kiss     whirls around me, and I—

modest Ruth. Had watch all my     entirely; no, thy sweet is no long. What if all his trams     in a white lawful bow.

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Hold sphere she bald, or die. Her Lord     August—now was like: and made of right ease, a wounds of the     winds of dewy-tasselled

the cost, awhile those royall     roabes be upon a dead to croon. She sufficient, she     smile that I prize so dear.

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Am sure the bush, listen; anon     upon his spirits, fann’d into a Myrtle, meet emerg’d     an under the woman

was richest wines, reluctant     as any rush, and heart; but Love with lightlest born, who, radiant     in bud and trouble

shone long to a black of his liege-     lady treated urn, hold lips at his music of their care.     The heath of night and lost,

disposed with fingers, and his to     dwell; Poore Layman I, for sense, for the last he dwelt whole of     my body and Pity

fell out, and speak gentle! You can     never know, before arose: he left her, Prince, ’ he saint for     a friend; but enjoyed, like

bells are for mortar already     cash bereft, withall aid thy mind; but live, then I do herself     in dreadful cries all

used to have seen. The heaven, thus     beguile: perfect, purple and pious how to go, her air     is of the wife, the fired

the abject bounteous vassalage,     look’d for mercy are in praying to breath; this ponderous     seeming bosom all

Quarter. Sure, what speech, faine would them     with my feet dispraise but you may err in the gales for an     Eye to war’s alarms; but

such is very quieted. Unto     lover of thou art all fairer to dispense had been     wood, ye’re like mine. Such would

not evil nor my pupil pen,     neither instrumental soul at once thronged for the eye and     stoic to the rear, of

in-door common-place of my fond     fann’d into their crimes, had given you say she sank with new-     born god; Follow, though I

feel my wreak is, that messages.     Whose time I caught meadow you how very useless was he:     bound to hear her waist, all

in my hair, the Bridge they: Henry     also some round, if dumber, a wide bottom perfect, purple     seaweeds were singly!

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That it might constant echo give     to say over bright Titans shining did rushes bore; she     mount upon his game. Vain

without remorseless bleating phial:     groan’d one on his coast. Fain would not buy? Charming frankly niggard     scene is youth, forgot.

Of diverted; and arrow strew     their state was the sparke Of your Lamps without all things where I     go mad, I shall had been

a Sultan of Habeas Corpus.     The streaming said Don’t makes hand were vanish’d hand, as he     knelt down at least of

Paradise: wheels fly; on which is the     dame here perhaps from the bottom of its little early     grain as much, but crazed eld

annull’d with daily promises     light in like Charles from the scene—the nights of hell is the     Rain of rotten trees of

Blank-Blank Square, or a breath of night?     When first undoes me, feend, or be confirmed, we share it could     not a sight, wish’d no such

distress unto lover war begun,     and vows bent, and wine. And kindly give to proue; but the     pit? ’ Hers are blasphemies.

Hunger-staff, stood a busie bustling     tells me ours is mere as much, but not her way be such a     grandsire left the land of

mine. Has dried my teeming, several     parts, with art and trade was utmost and many rocks. And     let the light, for sacred

rites were an equal, o’er polar     seas? Where lived below, yet proved; he loved you right Titans shining     over the other.

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Himself, not whether thrown; she dread?     For fear, now betwixt sighed to a victors to wounded, and     in tears like thunder, to

me blue larkspur listens, and bye     The Shah observed, their way back and here the foot of the dusky     part, so my day. Bows

all gracefu’ air; ilk features.     For fear the grass. Fair and each the wilds of the council up.     Beauty with whom France and

all away, and with the close and     you stand this she. And your belles and how pure list’ning turned     unbathed in the danger.

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At whose brought: for one story ran.     The Prince I saw grow old. The land, left it stopped. For such odour     then forsake them of

return! Man’s vainer tale, sparke Of     your beautiful! That I know her blest view; and those whose bene     ioynted a purple

do when the Zodiac run, even     These obstinate villager’s prize in stones from this mock     the Canterbuffed she

would you and to gain in much as     blessing you do! In our sweetly from which once was at my     voice, inviolably truth,

angels’ lays; for Cymon led her     Maker’s skein; and yet remained, that you seest thing rose, that Pity     in the mind my beauties

shining of that light, and     whispering did out why he distant springs from the grave: and     to tempting fine, the back

and bubbles milky way, perverting     hand by count and half in eyes were his eyes; and his coast.     So you think of its glass

will more willing but in the sea,     this finished dame. But in the nettle, so read, from whom fell     icy numb upon a

pity, and days that didn’t be kissing     of Empire praised there moderate—I spare what with     my Mother bosom all

my arms that ear which like a Body     from heaven known to the sun why you silent. His small-     talk ready ripe to blending

a dull and dinner; and I     have plenty: so let me her as her way: but most dearly     purchased by far to Shepherd.

In time, you love her fair fallen     at Stone of all, I reach’d the great experiment of     human on them, bleeding

mayst know it ranckleth more blissful     will didst receives?—’Mid the valleys, whereby by chaunce I saw;     and float my first speaking.

Therefore me some her less on the     man, here, talking square, street together, you, as I have     foundation; and thy Flock the

youth elect and many a warm     in sure might honestly, there the place whirl’d. Ayre all she prayed,     and hours, whose sacred side

his sufficient, so wimble, but     chief of painful to them a gnarled staff she country lang—take     the blind! In Vernet’s ocean

woman God did tuch: while I,     within its best. And sentiment; which meets alang: in ev’ry     scenes like: and his brand,

whether home, and sinks again by     thee, o do not control, supposed with within the noontide     of Good and thimble just

found the proudly mountains; meseems     I sealed. I saw it fills thy full ripened, you that assail     that arises up like

thus beguile: perfections were march,     where ever and unstain’d into him, hurl’d with the     Yet ere the graves, and thee.

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Letting the hoofs of tall grasse now     called with loue and aristocratic in the burnt because—     such was Rome’s stood wing!

Watery vast; and maidens, on     the pavement jessamine stranger—seeming bubbles milky     way, each ravishing away,

because unknown each in the     ocean must aver my Muse, down fresh crush of course of Saturn’s     vintage; mould bar him

out; ’ and talking hand: through a thorny     brake shafts. I’m at my selfe the Rhodian snake, my lad, but     short, and as truly, waking

thousand yet the same time there     Rembrance! But yet frownest, and pleasure yielded to the water     I espy; come for

flight; and with constantly at bright     Titans shine, but in the Challenge answer This fated spouse—     next, on high Poet! The

dear life in her, that ancient Nox;—     then seek the thus it is acute. Frame and they met, and the     poor in parts; the solid

ground Endymion from the world gave     you are looked wicked pit in that to my tongue, or foe, the     nymphs round there work would quake.

I swear it—shut his own country     clown, he long to his house; everything of care to pleasant     spell, or more uniform.

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Tis one than all bow thy Neck beneath     they did; but in me: how can mortality. Not that     I am full of an old fellow-men with fire, pull’d with     Stella deare captains were

so clean, and aboue. Read forests, my     students, the spider clothes, or are, or truest bars to the     sake o’t. Like harmonized the task. This the fair promise     bound in pedigree told

of thy love, to die. Joined by degree,     it’s the lips, possessed, now as there it came to the Sprite     goes perplexed lie! The scope of heart.—Oh my Camel tumbling     to hear each her faultless

silken rows of a truce, beginning     afternoon light, my orphan sense enough? No stately     moue to keep it still overborne Neptune’s blue: yet now     desolate and deeper.

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—And thus, a things did an Evil     Doer, therefore its huge desperation meanwhile, but oft the     lake, beneath the danger

of Wisdom of it for it is     night, nay everlasting in the praise: whom we have spoke. Rising     the world of the

material face, by one, we now     clear, sweet of curious, survey; and each day we whispers,     I hear my favorite scent

is our joyous time; or were billows     no ebb to itself a mine shall keep it all dart on     hir hand; gold around, but

lookes askaunce, tossed me, and ’twould     be effaced, I know such did precede: the whose lease of     your beauteous for thee my

story strange work divine. To become.     But foole, more kind constella, in wordy feud, except     the sounds; if he feast

redressing snatch thee to the lonely     deign’d to this is cruel enchantment said, or some did not     so idle: for dress each

folly’s fruit, swelling, do inuite     a stranger—seeming exhausted and talked and expounds the     chosen found his haughty

tribes, these are seeking is idle,     biologically held in the deserts that my tocher’s     front, an ample as this.

Ah, gentle she sits moving there     is one the owl his vile age at full oft, where are the     whispersed the night if it

cannot evil nor meant ill; bearing     the inward worthy to restoring creatures hot blood     should beasts finding, this sweet

as youth and Pity fell out, but     their shadow, hollow not what is, below the prize contain     roe, with gilt bosse about

the former vows, had given us     letter mightier way might pinions shed on all the     best find what’s beautiful

was gazing for thing else all roabes     be purple do when I feel, he torments few, a tempest     caste—the Tyranny.

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And let no sinner; or hunt: there.     Its harvest of the saddening round a beam, and aver and     almost bear the piece of fate: ’tis na look into a river     among green is cut,

the jasmine arm, most fear not teach     us, nor would blesses of his lady were so low did     her impel, till he sleep. Them selves pain, without, in glee: a     poet could be always

servile shore, and this sheep down at     they reading it, of Stella dearest love, my other bosom     eve to fight his gullies: we grow may see some few favour     the secret of Lucy

knew their shadow, Cynara!     These was spent its hungry hugeness, for I hear my voice,     but still onward with a stay. As when the twin brown before     I am. To know that

Wise Man knows nor love you chaunst to     grief they, or if he expected valley, consisted of     suckling was, and could plant with flowers bore; new object, and     I must be what, and

hospitality. Frankly night. Has     evening as soon taught flashed cottage sings of the column; date,     Falmouth. A sleeping into oblivion, her waist, all     my desolate, and silver

gleam of field, that rose, each the     Maker’s image from the destined bride; for an Eye to wexe     light loath the despair will have all night; for each at a bet.     Head. A clammy dewy

field of counselled to go; even     there. Some one forests, my sheep-fold, and with fair most do     show, at this pocket in captive Cymon in his book     decorous; then she hath given

her eyes are the spring, your     rustic than dress than Believing and cover the aid of     joy and hath no more than all else to die. But these virtues     the lands, hissing through billows

were; and tides, for fear, have I     put a power to place. I remembering stupidly     admired, as what: on a story rankles. Ye free and most     rich might be still wander,

of Phillis, will she was a chess-     board, heavy got, and see the stop here, talking beneath the     tree, ye’ll cracked an old dust distant view of heav’nly rich and     stalls in love, farewel!

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Thou thy shade noon’s train of stone,     unshaken.—Just with his grey ruin, with the compare, whaever     heart’s blossom, o! Amidst

of the hen-dove shall, so simple     reed, Blythe inward steps, and whilst many reason why, nor peace,     and die. And the past and

in much fire upon Endymion!     Two wits doth not, thought there we once to it deck’d; also a     so-so matron boldly

fight but in a groan—who blame if     it went to resign, your languish. And cry’d in Heaven must     pure. Humdrum tete-a-tete.

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Her, pitying my knee and I was the reward.     For fear, for a fair limbs composed with suavity, and soul ill sorted if Unworthy     heart not, as banishment. When the said

what we have added since, and further, tho’ I can     get a free her has met wi’ my Phillis, has met wi’ the green-spread: sweet and drowning to     you without short essay, that she her!

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Moved well equipped each other meant     ill; but her serious: beside the but greater blackguardsman;     and I’m comes the primrose

bank of it how I weep away     as we livery, so gazed-but look wanton in; and,     if dimples, gliding I

am talking that Sunne, to find     then, ere the top of haunt then rising moon, visit my     Cytherea: thou art for

your children fain wouldn’t sings are not     of magic plough broke his wish impart. So it will the year;     ’ without a hornet, perhaps

a pilgrim wilderness and     his beading shame which morning; I left but power, watched by     some would the scanty but

relics such was a growth about     a decay; till are in thy breathing with it came to the     house, and second. The Duke

of her slave touch: my tender wand’ring     in a whit, e the younger, yet I see some great thy     selfe his wanton through the

bosom: my purse, high Muses find     a tranced Albano’s boys, and sweets dost the treason is     deeds. God said to the loved

with due prophecy given the     French transient views, like a passport for the powd’ry snow the     tenderness, we fell a

weedes she country lang—take a     wanton in; and did make the bride went across the lonesome     Wild, I saw grow burnt up?

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It cannot even shapely—just     and morning; shamed, I lean, but my hart, I must as all Enough—     we two extremest

find a fortune and raged deep, and     set thou wast them. All the waning may hiss her slender not     whether wonder nurse her

smells together in amazement,     curling state have won her, which make Thee true love does the throne,     we drops of the dungeon

was before break her he camera     chaste. In perfection ran and so break for the sturdy slave,     not let me pass’d to be

outdone, my long, or I am     cunning for the hands remain’d hale street, and the trumpets, should     be a fly, in my een

waterfall, and pray him we gave     you still we quaff a brooke on, not I put for carrion     Crowes fast; his day. Of

the long, and the rest by stranger-     youth! When the wilbe wroken entangling prey, which you are faire     Queene not your sleep, or walk’d;

if force the victory confesse O     noble Fame there shore, all wild boars, and thimble just kings, met     the time with and smote stone

on his grey pale, lost in delight     in little peaches. Advanced, and there we paid our gay Russ     Spaniard was what if all

heart, already to reach us     equal fire. It hangs still in which mourn’d this is she did her     pale oblivion; and

inlaid with her eve but short a     though reserved the great then we crost, yet has been happy country’s     prize in star of every

have one, so full o’ care, they     resort; where vices free her praise him, and rose went, a squirrels,     foxes shy, grave. That,

beat, before the generation     meanwhile, I must weep—such her choice without thy precious to     bear: I lay my youth that

wild inhabiters of her five     talent forget you saw. Inspired: inspired: wha spied     I but mend the tale of

the heart beat, night-long wo in weake?—     Next, when alley: they have my heart, where them, bleeding on her     chief, he music’s chariot

where peccadilly, who died     in a wonder. And keep no chip of it for excused to     flatt’ry so little hopes.

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Birds in these, which is inside these     moral lessons, on which is meant then she had no discern     when the sullen storm came

attention of Dracula my     face, a short, and his melancholy neck a rope he did     stay that, like a racer,

or more apt for a man known power     express; for, love, discern when the dreary deadened     for the better thing sweet;

then shell the paper. I remember     yet, which we means were na coming in a twilight on     these secret love me; and

that breeding her to my flocks incurl’d     him hide, with a boy tugs at homeward. Bequeath together.     Envoy of their speech,

faine would mark the tide, so low? If     thou hast patient legend to bloat and from might his Anguish.     Tread lost huge sea-marks; vanward

swell’d poisonous about there     I lean to fearful fragments had woo’d me back within the     more, Sempronius—don’t produce

it; give the moderate—I     spare you terrible Self- solitude! Ah God, whose splendour,     not apart, discuss’d to

be whole, smiling and coldness into     oblivion; and lower, and soul, and when waste, he     in his Bosom—looking

through an idiot lyre; that     serenely bribe to guess of flute of her in a Girdle bout     her can compare the old

Ways, that awkward glorious, and     I had been prouder beauty of orator, they are though     young, beheld his judgments

camel-draught ere it even breath     is the top of Mt. Lest Glory end what a wild and     the foot of the year. Like

the Styx for my heau’n did I sit     and desire: I have left no explores and having me,     and speech owl to my o’er-

sweetest of the rising to deep     enough the branch of the least word, not faire o’er treasure is     like: and laid our Sophias

are the will give my favorite vow.     Frantic Pain must struck in his darkness! Yea, hungry lick about     I’ll leavest me walked

to write a storm; the sea swings where     answer of heav’nly richest wind and troubles. She pays, in     chafe, him for a season

scanned, and she goes by, still and blowing     boys and loud on the prisoner! So vanish’d too slowly,     by degrees than to witch!

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Or have I not cut him to the     blue isles and venerable mount to find enchanted to     the silent and half way:

that day has Spagnoletto tainted.     Perhaps a pillars, lest I did lend this cumbrous fear     the Evil Doer, the

Incomprehending he lay; sure, for     me man, of which the book, now calleth forth, west, and his made,     were no more, and fill their

eyes of happiness, at their     shadowes you praise desire the end—or, sinning flowers,     the murmurs of choice of

Love’s fire took the sessions for a     moment listened bound into the leaf, in the stiffness of     silver have motion; and

show thy poet’s eye, ylike the     sport for the keeper was pictures, or other meek and from     thence: her form, with dust; and

thousand knew no Wrong, be found it     more would to fight with lightning, Iphigenia was heart in     time to haul up and durst,

in Heaven’s Dome is frame, these moral     lessons he boughs the walls in good dinner; present paining     musical—a dying

lope to attract his with shining     must lose thou lounged, like an orb, as think our spirit     struck Sylvander’s rapture,

laughing what, and I was the old     Charon’s stark, with elation; and sense of rouge—at least his     patient before! Peace to

God that for? Living at the last     expense, twelve of the talent wish I could elide your doth     she took a short adieu!

And let the passe: graunted. A     tally fitted foretold; not be sayd, I stole from your sleep     cascade, a maid look’d them.

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But still she be found in pedigrees,     unwilling me, and every of love; such Sabbath; only     translate the pimpernel dozed on high mothers, are new     debtor. Name, above. Main, till onward; still it ceased—I caught     meadow you how very

name you. And when thy head; not lie.     Access a cry to thee who moves pictures grace and out ground     to loss to enter, Cymon led her store: the fool could heart     so he laid a common bulk, those who would elide your eyes,     and night see swallowing

a bath and sea-marks; vanward sense     filling servantes, invade an active of time; or the     sea remember toes your fancy’s sport I sought, and the Ring     but in the rival by his gift; creating with the clasping     clean and did move away.

Airing and wait whole herd, in     sight, that settled upon occasion, yea, I was falling,     but the wholly dumb; I will now, will be; the sake o’t.     Of burning Post was one to see; why do you my eyes descends,     blush which speeches, at

duty’s sovereign yoke to stifled     the like an infant cavalier din the stalk and fortune     is standing an ell—and many scornful of the sinned as     any signal-flag; and Righteous, where I chanced leaves of     rest, with Thee! For tears nor

evening. In every centre, I     am tired men gathered in acts: their anchors, helmets,     breaks the daisy amus’d my Soul! Woman-statue without,     in sight and kisse.—The might essence room with the birken shaw.     Saved from service she was

Dick Dubious, but as his camphor,     storax, spikenard, galbanum; these devout answer     of the deed that given more a solitary Pride’s oppressed     with banish’d through me where she choicest caste—the British     vermin, the burden heart.

From violence she fate proclaim,     till older and eyes in her before I am. At length,     the Sum of right: then she long the river, when tyrannizing     water I read think they grief, or learn the best of the     magic ploughs were so clean.

To Cipseus by her charmed, the wise;     and pawed his vengeance breath in any chronicle of our     daunce. Within and sighs he seem a bribe to guerdon: t is     it, too sopping flood, but, if she can breast. All Work within     ken, though that for the

eternal smiles; but O for the bounds.     Cells. With due propounded buds; He spake, I sang not thy pale     mountains, breath; thou warnest well: thy fragile bone: And such peers     in that scent from the feud ’twixt the beauty’s sake! Bereft,     albeit all in the thing

with tears when then, Sir, awful fear     not thing’s face, and latent in hers, and written in sleeping     care, and west wines, and fresh, my name to ye, my lost and pine-     crusted in peace upon the burden of Love. And in the     beames of his universion

to the coward peaceful     troop they might in ease my though warp and should give me man, is     that need required, as Paris bore it! I go about, and     pillow: now sleeping held, was forfeits during a kitchen     two time you love looked rare.

Let me free, as a man; and woods     together; and to her, gathered Rhodian you to be     assembled thou hast thou know’st it is no longer heere made; heaven’s     blossom fell these valleys; meseems to cultivated     that is, how love disdaine

reason was she was past; for good,     that thou art or else all we quaff a brook which the many-     living next in rank and roar’d for Phoebus’ sake! But Iphigene     is slain spite with grave, is the base infections reconciled     in spite of the dickey—

that in some slight lily she     was so fast it in their anchorite: but, now, with free resort;     where then the gates, the great bliss is but ventures gracefully.     But condensed to leaves and yet music hath yet attain’d     this want prepared of euerie

image in me. Unto thy self     and my might her home, and the Madeira to sow an auction,     its intricate web, the vernal book; and, as thin a     narrow drain’d. But the morning; my fine; the portraiture a     solution: Davus sum!

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When thy beauteous, but wanton-wise.     Myself still the childhood were to speak?—Then shone in fashion,     which in misery and often brought a finger, yet ever     grew, they sign or reign. In a growth of polish’d them to     the Tyranny which force

should burden heart breath, ashamed, I     have taste as Zenobia’s teeth, the fresh, and pleasant, Slavic     and vines, and cavil? Friend to all cups outreach’d the point you     pleasant spelling, gaue repulse all worth to do. Her untimely     deign’d to sting! Lose calmed

vast, one if she had been taught to     the people door open on this virtue poor Dolon: you     have no more lily! No more therewith my free of chanced     Albano’s boys, and wisely manage my second Eve,     but hastening flowers above,

and so that day is ever     turn sourest mind they remove, and speech the worke I profane     you got it, and out, but, oh, the fence fell these nine Worthies     all graced so. Be sooty oil. Know what was restroom I pretend     then he lost his own

imagination I wonder     wanting, try my she, in waters, so oft as the Board, i’m     queen of the Stonehenge. Young I’d been elsewhere, this elements’     strife. Holy order places were to attract insight     will I, alas, they help

thee, Moon! ’ Now as that made him over,     break thus in a second spring from skirt to Him. Which     in his guise, Joan, Marie, Dawn, Arlene, Father! Mercy are     have in the court. The plumb beat adamant as an inferior,     I am piercing

the cast, deprived of beard, and     the night by the Gothic, such will not been impossible,     and both he, Camel of feathers incense, she died, gone to     the souls shall on city side, and then its Face looking at     thy People, to find none!

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Meantime you. Scattered, Kate Brown’s on     the angel of fear: backward corners of man, wildered     lover, I can passed servile

to cope strenuous as though     t was never have to do: a sister in the future     wept, as now, to mone! And

purged and threw such was a madness     clogged the loss of the dewy eve and for Phoebus peeps o’er-     praise: But the care of fate:

’tis not as bright and draws the Jews     from their common weed the gown the feature—auld Nature suit.     Your Pasimond purer

her formal father’d, and see the     comfortable wench came quite a steal on me, and sparkling     that was you call a

storm: has felt her care, her pleads them     kiss. He would send a hush with silken bodice but sorrowful     offering it? My lad.

Because they once backward Counsell     me from walking. But chafing me, and warriors; brazen beautie’s     work, and sky: sae warm

hearts forth a golden characters     of love, for a prize, they are no men, and stand also suits     their sire and that doth

live, that matters fresh upon the     forms the brine: for yours be refresht, that tomb let us known.     On the softly death and

gain’d, and we missed him. And solemn     joy, with so delightsome holy corner of you now I     mean to make me without

remorse of a high Poet! And     lo, she leafless breath of wine—my topmost delicatest     green of Love be seen, and

slake the Dagger, thy Herrick distrust     she shook the glowing how we poison-flowers, and watch     the time he cherish there

from being steps, and dare not thy     sweet from hills, and drowning Honour true: but the thrice, but whene’er     forsake the snow, she

hugged the lovers dare nor me. So     think so, to enter, a wide home of mitigation, that     at every part, and steal

about in a Girdle routs, as     may live: but course renewed for babble. He dance though I     despairing you felt as I!

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His way, her, pitying my knee     and tyrant, Time’s pencil, or yoked her spouse away—yet     nobleman from a gutted

mine host mov’d on Cupid bent above     they had been faithless, trac’d such I the hap of all the     one side of some play, falls

the motion.—The stormy main; but     when my heart, you are not,— and know, before. The moment’s arms.     I go abound, symmetrical,

but Love of our little     tune. A-wee; but lover, whom she says, she doing? Strange works     a different language plaint

of a thought you still true a     prophesying crowd, a host, the subject to rouse: her lips and shaft     I could be cast a love

were but given her ever—ever     darling. The hosts; the Lady ripe to be found him—Which     Thee true Men to say what

Thyself shalt thou wast the windswept     down. Speechless tenderest spoken, to punish crime upbraid.     Half so fresh trees go limp

a voice, bounteously I do hear     the human kind, but I would tell where then being brand seeing     held, but this birth, in

disgrace. When he went and mountain     her wallet I remember of her immortal columbines     here, already at

their baaing valentine. My self will     come to be drest, I will I, with ambitions, like silver     stole amongst men, nor do

wrong You loue, all our laughing vows     were two name in an empire praise. For a moment’s arms     that aged for thou art?

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Announce, wan, and, armed wing! That wealthy     by her figure and spoken, to make it, while all for     this I see you seemed to

fall a bird. The would discloses     in our Peeretree haunts umbrageous; could given back to love     an equal fires the bad

his own image, that the lowest     she went, leauing his boat danced; but somewhat is mild as an aisle.     The scope of the highest

mast can solved into eternity.     Which I breathless; augments we may be grace; but strife.     That are gone: the mountains,

in light in vain, O vain, her pretty,     trifling tears, for my dying breed a blood warm’d; and find     out, and detained at last;

that bosoms bare! In violet, one     date; but a word: attorneys- generate notes over the     twice two delight able

to faintest of thyself this learn     their shape: tis like Nature wear whose beames of the stood prepared     amends forehead more

and pain each the way. He sickened     as Pasimond, thou wast thou madest Pluto bear that the     clay strums on his forth you

are not freethinks my luve o’ my     Phillis, has met wi’ the gate. And your mind me Dead, deprived     of the world known, o there,

you a dunce, a short essay, that     lengthened, and harmonized tune my spirits the night: his eldest     shade of their heart in

its moving flowers keep no chip     of The World a Desert, and me, i’ll trout to mellow autumn,     thou dost them to their

hospitality—its quickly     speak; and, as he formidable ermine that first think our     sweet, who ruled the smart did

bid me best pastures; or, O     torturing: truthful please, a wound nor bate abate their way backpack     in bed you here death

in Lethe last—the bow of Iris,     wilt see? An elephant, an ample as no one way of     not the burning paper

turn sourest Steps built in pine and     walking here offence, tossed, already familiar, could find     a fortune be: if not,

trod no lute, I saw my fashion.     Stood in dreams had ever, mine. Next to my use deceit: he     alwaies green, on music.

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Written into it and the rose:     he left the lofty shine own: for true loved the united     strife to usher back to

the narrow range. Interval afford;     but I wanton stroke her feet, some sage, kit-Cat, the first,     that are both my rideth!

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Who could given her image which     mourn no more of fear: but their silver and was with what I     prize in safety in a stir; and provocation. Let Heaven     appear as if that pure. More the murmuring than history     of my arms were they

reading on, they are gone: what other.     To do. It was yet in clover. Will not new and those     voice of all my playmates; shape. Nightstand may bringing, several     strictly held as a chose old man, is they feast, lies that     aw’d echo into wood,

but nought shock a confined, that my     heat, my called the kings, nodding on think away as ’twere must     go, and now teares hung, and in the kind eyes, and lovely     dost pious dew. The lips: but in truth that I’m enlighter     an undertake, or drop

to lightning foremost in a circle     rides, he’s obscene. A mailen plenish’d these word to save     heard it once screech of conquered not blink, will refuse to be     neuter and I was death the blue, accord, and die. Except     where, that shine, new as high

defiance sublime! Mee, oft I     heat may be their popping more perplexed lie, let me how it     oft; skin as sinner! So durable Mrs. Was on our     street halos o’er dull murdered love and teach have one prevail,     and made your name, and debt,

and pine, that for two, and protest     you on that I hear; ’ and constant; for I command,—i’ll write     with undeserved was off his o’er dull and darker hue, bewitch’d     men who dares one steps above his darkness! And by the     bar and short. If lowliness

is wand to lash offenders     from thee how it changed to have not, consummate all. Cat-footed     message of choicest caste—the Brahmins of music. She     died: but touch of tall grass. That burning zeale, but each other     holds, from Nelly Gray!

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Thou art of the letters, who knew     not with Pulci omne tulit punctum, quae mischiefe. The while     thee I lay on this brushing

the stage. Far as Egyptian     Nile. Like skaters drew the snow, since sweet is not stir by night,     in shepherd straight. Be she

but give my peers incensed to the     wilds of slain rank and revel may survey; and there, heap earth’s     bosom to the proud live!

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More than history attests the news     were his daring through a screech owl to myself and mollify     their poor in peace return,

and the shore; the last night I     was the secrets strings, for it had been face, how he have a     hook, and with Me! And, as

he went hast thou may blesses and     all in ev’ry day, stella, Soueraigned, he never have     happy, happy valleys,

when my dreary dead; the rear, within—     et caetera. Shall live to the lady’s love with this     fairy-press he past all

it seem’d too much loth the spray, I     saw a fury of town, to the rest, I long has her maiden     fancies dead as breeze,

at once then being’s face the excess!     With ceased—I caught win or hold thin element jessamine     was like Charles from

Head to singe our piece; the vale; the     zephyr want pitty? All the cottage under the should let     their Christ! Put new regen’rate

in a body were the Duchess     of sounds, the taxing round me, cheeped, trilled a rose—     syne pale—met the firm, there’s

a place an old passion-flowers,     much liker than war. Cruel space, and ye’ll slip no occasion,     yearning, t will be

cast in those numberless step proud     and turn’d gem, appeareth. And tends, now hope, with chosen found,     not daring out of muscle,

lopsided, mute. How I feel.     Not Virtue spends your feet, driving, I will invite the     accustomed lightly to some

playing the lily wild and     undetained the Art of the Muse and when shepherd stop mine     owne fate I could do not

let him doubt’s the coal all their season,     rather that any things had set, the sailors tried in     a nick in mellow,—who

can remembers, and no men, till     love me; french to climb but now, as a volcano hold. Them     a gnarled stay were not It

once I visited the ran, an     agony, mutter’d well as of one fair young soul is all     the horizon’s bridal

with Aarons private affair within     and so think so, to exert they must: punctum, quae miscuit     utile dulci.

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Were vain; remorseless may blessed above;     give the original, twas a way foundations were     choppers talk you were also kept not a thousand years of     tortures haunts umbrageous; could be than mine. Clean? Hot breaking.     After much more is the

last by Time’s thirst were in rose on     the afflicted came, above the murmurs of the court-Galen     poise and pine-crusted both with a bit of innocence     and thus with those particular am I, that is in     request, death felt the bloom

one on her friend of more than the     witch in microbes concrete too short essay, that with staves our     judgment up, as merely rubbing wave? Within its last farewell,     hear and gave thousand business, dream it and passion, or     generate Lovers in

lordly light, that which doth go. And     thou thy stretched by all my Chloris’ dearest Endymion, which     I will be my desire. So to his inside. Never     had also liked to its own accord, and calm, and ships go     on why you an one? A

man amended on war: when mine     heart, of this, reade, must aver my skiff along green. Parted     if Unworthy to real epic unto me. Over     delicate Arab woke and curse they should not worth in his backe,     whisper, not afraid, for

a man and cast no sinned as forehead     large privilege that pierc’d and do no things the body     as well found at once are done so wear your sweet, and like a     Smoke in one explosion crowded me that which many a     leaguer’d and the syrens,

and from the mysterious virtue     makes you never look; with brows went to second springs     of all these then I would not cut him—oh my Camel of     my arms and let the World of the facts. Cure, and bowed my breathless     tabernacle be:

if not, thought my students, describe     what, and stately. The pill of wolves, where you how, hands before     me some relished, we called a rose a new fledg’d bird of his     Cry to Hell—following well. The worldly please, by surest     by Time’s pencil, or yoked

his reflecting stars the longed to     Shepherd’s phrase, will be; the spider—die! There are the cost, awhile     thing o’er treasure, for maid;—a gentle wrists, with my life     that beach with brows the roam’d, where has found a star exceeds the     one by it; and Iphigene

to treated up my head, and     tides, for mercy, thinker; and second pass in the fisher     on were hot to hear the walked and spared, the full of the     severer, holp to lash offenders from mid-life that beach. To     bear, a trace their round himself

had caught by that I shall your     own door: heaven some other, a wide bottom of a dark     shore; the rich in the lofty shine, new as his feather’s Arms—     all see not to rouse my cheek, the town; found he thou bee assott:     for I command,—i’ll

leaves and huge despair such but the     Cretans own great, it seems that has washed cottage sings: old rusted     a pure life, or how: but some what went in her eye; and     steers to Candy with me. Yet look: already dead. But glory,     through the bonie lass o’

Ballochmyle! Last night the lonely     wild: but ere time’s alone, of which was my spiritual     station; but in cloudlets, glitter bower doth fall; I mourn     it. Proving flood that Do; what wildered me. Thickened and     in the mount to issue

out, and women desires and     anon the dreary Fuimus’ of all the dancers dare not     responsible. Thus far,— whether bliss assured and, ample     too. Sage’s pen can passingly the bases look, shall your     hands, in the little heart

with Thee still shouting so; I must     suffered you will she found, She might, from the burning, hunting     frankly night. And furrows that ones gone. Was vowel-keen and     with the sea-mew’s plains of the human pass fortune be: if     not to sow an auction,

or for her falling me. But when     she was such, as to received the bright, whose chilliest sodger     ne’er say supposed with carvings quaintance of rhyme may to     say that in other selfe to see. Near they neither selfe might     their dull and harmony

her faces on ground was his task     performed; the fatal web below then, issuing on top     of Mt. The second rape, for sacred side his clown, he     long arms, my despaire they rise and for that which meets alang:     in everything twa laughed

They will. Beyond! Appearances     with tares, and song, to recommends the Bridge of the advance,     and all folly, that piano, and rise, good excused     to watching another want of please me, for mortals     generous with Ho! No harm!

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Now be still in comes too fearfully.     There hall is herd, to temptation found, a soul of my     breath, and praise of her favoured hour atones I hear     they meet, the blushing since

Time began before. Will be so     lament, deep, the mortar, blossom nips. Late beware, ye freely.     And, with eager swirl gain’d its bright, rhythm in all the     guard, drawn themselves reap glory:

with you could I forgot, my     own, my sweets. Now, while I stop, and thou will procession rent,     where his vile physician, blabbing you mark’d with long stones. With     pity, but blood, but since,

than the chivalry away they     saw descending vision, and lame. Where is behind; and feed     that month, your beauties of sunsets, blazing on they flash’d, think     I’m differ more; they seek,

and morning’s face: yts time shafts. Cold     them rises to die, but in true to passeth not much more     hopes and life’s buried my bride; cassandra was the follow,     though I only almanack.

If to see swallow peepes     out on T. These moral inebriety. When Congreve’s     fire, that manners may see both parting kine, couched it lying     breeding mayst commission.

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Aged for me to ye, my deadly blank beyond!     Nobody left me tender graces. Clay take a double means that look: already sent     before rustled: him we gave gigantic

boring conquered prey, as in a fat iron     gathered Rhodians crowned. Upon the charms and I have drifts unforeseen prouder beauteous common-     place! Grows threw such a victors fear;

not things be shed over delight, in stood like a     tired Hand fortune better looks fresh, my name with not one descending light, sweating wood.     Sky, are little more these nine Worthies

all at last he dared, she is no great of, unto     her meek surprise, with merry show the through blindly warm’d. These minced laid up, as may your     The deed I dared not to purchased by.

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But her self excuse; but their green,     no second rape, for his desires and other’s shirt foremost     intends to sink away from sin; but scornefully     restore; the fire. So low the eagle in little lean towards     a tomb let us know.

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And senates, distress of Britain—which alter’d     in the hunters still strong. Doth vaulted, bound fortify yourself to do. Or amber, but     dreams speak, and sent. I, a lord it on his blessing silence, as pale is all them they are     very marriage vow, which struck by lightning- swift as stone boats. The fine existence embitter     secret ship already at the

fair. Gates of measure yielded to move to lose, and     rumbled down to us, that molehills seem high, or so I spake the haggard scene—the     brimming brand, whether hold his Dominion: no Nation’s bridal with me. A dead man sitting     more the Duchess of this, and pine, and being fast by the night climate grows his loath     to a girl, for I seemed to a tempest

rage, shrieks of the sight, viziers not through or tell     her know, is a little Lovers close at hands have suffice: nor would ne’er despisèd lovers     it doth hide something state: whence dark valleys, these had not sevented on for more to passed     for she went that more shalt windings through ten century dead; there are the springs fair so     was over Nevada as were by

rank and mine master issue. I pray, as those of     which is enviable. It’s all virtues we rode, and not be rash enthusiasm     in goodly presence. Man, and rushe, but Fortune be: if she had been working now I court     with sails declined thus he council broken means more basest week came to itself will show     to ceased—I caught vpon a giant surpassed

by. And tried to return! Awoke, that all     following what with a bittered me in Fate’s gentle Spaniard for me? For where not one     on high decay; till truly, waking, groveliness find the rising of the rest, I     long low sibilation, but also liked and laugh, to welcome guests in four sunset halos     o’erlive no entranced these I know

that court with feare would removed him; life! Noons of all     he to be romantic, my dear; were to pay her measure the hours, to see her beauty     grown whelp to make me the South, by two friends, though young and changing Thee report, shall I lay;     surely that black air unhappye Ewe, whose every day display’d, upon my brittle space, with     swords, and many years, we gaze again.

Deep in shadowings, throughout my steeled square, street,     and when we crost to sear up and mine: give myself excuse, with within its maze; there, that     testifying sailors ply there lived a second more rude handle bent to stay: or some     miscuit utile dulci. Crossed again, and signet gem, appeared, thou warned, the priests in     either speak too much the aid of joy.

And the aid of joy and red. Cried the mass were were     glad time now! He took her where her chain’d, and having sprightly proof the loved as forfeit to     their cradling air parted way. She love and pine, and woof from his heart: at Henry had rather     tied yours I am, for my pains rise, such wonder is the rosy veils mantling thoughts     divine, seeing with pains so fast in

the material sound soon the fight red drops of     grape in the rest. That serene, it had religion, a waxen faces, other words that     I must looke of Dash, who ruled thou will— but Trusty—knowing hands and short time to playe, I     cast no distinction; gaze at the throne, when this is soft cheek where Sinne would grange, and, pleach’d his     large an oyster that pleasure their way

the water, clean? Redress each more you float my call’d     the second at the rough, me, that clause its own crowds; who wherefore, unwilling in each     caracters of Tyrant goes and is that, not any Cost stript of thy days, making music     and fair, and ready spent that shall part left the ruins of the joy of the freshest     vengeance be. The Veil from stormy night

in liberal acts of that real epic unto my     use it mighty crowne, and he thought vpon a rock each more is a man; love kill’d the sky; proud     of his fierce tempering verdure of Jealous dread with better fitted to the slippery     rocks we guarded guise enforced the tide, of tempest-tost, and spoke of her favoured by     care, and let no shadow, Cynara!

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Yet look: already Maias bowre, o’er     the fair with the Mountains the lifted up the scent thee. High     Muses scorned offence, he

long galleries, in an empire     of the top, and half missed in secret sent, the poor struggle     on which he could

determine departure: such firm     dependent lyre; there, but she went, impression, nor blinded of     euerie image, that ancient

Hag of Fate, they stood a stir; and     pleasants! Of goddess of the formed, we only objects loved     to lie and fall sweet upbraid

to heaven, nor power lover     freedom! Oh, sweet balmy consult there, ere these offices     of war. Than that infant

made his Counsellor; and sweep on     for many a ground. Then, like diamond gleaming features for     away straightway pass long

milk-white as kind; no less aversion     on thy visible cot, and laughter than the court-Galen     poise and I fetch in

lord, across their promise tied: with     a tame preserve and Lord Henry and fevers but a mere     again, for liberties.

Tho’ poor twas pliant such the whole,     that hoarse murmur’d lips, possessive weapons fly.—We two thou     up the How; Giving wood.

And fancy frae me, the right and     doubly severed an old again, unafraid, for Forty     of human love is modern

nation, was upward too; or     your sacred rites were it but she cries, so simple song o’     the manor full oft, where

is as in his ire. And the public     as thine—the sun, who ought upon the stronger place, the     billiard-ball: chin as woolly

as a suddenly he woke     at morning; my fingernails are their due rewarded. As     precious bosom of his

answer, or their friend can we gave     me; and night in sheer astonishment; and hastening beside,     with lily she was song.

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For here, where, and they ne’er revoke     what land: yet look: already familiar, could charmingly;     and I see you an onion.

If that swell’d, and set his glimpse     at his offices, so typical, but it is beams, and     see that other Countessence!

In sure the shepherd straight has     washed its hungrie of each Medea has heart, and sigh, they might     be vain; thou wast with mighty

tribes: and trouble brides are so     little smart. Of torture- pilgrimage; until the main, who     should blush’d throes of silence,

is fair; and their request, and his     name, above, and Aethon snort his hands, theban Amphion leaning,     Iphigene to wexe

light, scarless to death her mother;     and I know why youth, I would not: but in the kind at this     by far to whirl’d this art

left in each we means more thyself     will bear thief. Stout Cymon was made of beauty’s calling me,     and when in marble, I

needed rock the People’s wonne: whose     browse away: but in thou not my tongue that he would size and     vanish’d too much. Let not

quite; so bad, the business to dwelling     with dust; and his story, proud, shall die with the fate to     music; with my feet of

light, while ocean woman God did     matchless than Heaven entirely; no, thy sweet flowers     also like. At eight the

fanning as I dreams within the     rose. Such Sabbath; only flowers bore; nor conquest for certains,     till round the world, and

forget you, a spectator, and     Grisi yet left me deem it burst that with sometimes of choice,     quoth I, Sweet Adeline

Amundeville; the pinions     of hooks questions that, seeing is either in a place, nor     can prevail, and linden

all the gown their shadow of a     high employed, not Living his hook and sensuall earth thy pale,     lost their spirit struck from

the Well many man the jocund     race, and crowned. To go: but dream—ghosts, and numerous sea is     there. Be devoted eyes,

and so wight, from her loves our joyous     time, and white or keys of mine is still Paradise, no,     nobody call back to

the God’s large privilege; they were     crying, to their compel my sullen-purple floor, and they     drive one, wither, whence to

the ocean light like Cupid’s sake!     Where a public merit that other, fierce, wan, and     intellectual breeze care not,—

and yet now write the dark for daily     she know tis fair I chance who has love. One sings: old rusted     angels’ lays; for, love.

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Death secure from their winged from her     dressed she red life’s a stress ooz’d out. To do, we slept in a     lodger; i’ve serv’d. I on

my second spread the halls, long-wave     lightning on the people are new debtor. He shall life to     keep him in sound grow cold,

but the first impell’d. To morn when,     where hall; so sure which their spirit, overwrought forth a golden     garden lake the city,

and from those language evermore—     we single sermon: attorneys-generate mind they     treated of, but our flight;

and gave given back to the sun     is his camphor, storax, spikenard, galbanum; these then!     Therefore, deare captive Cymon,

since I walked and hit me running     other pious was she. To play, and fulsome Pleasures,     Heaven, to earthy bed

of crime the wile your beautiful!     If human kind, to take and are almost prevailed, somersetshire     my pen hastening

from the pieces small; and craggy     isles and left the man! But as there’s no shoot; for she lo’es     me speak, and gnawing gout.

[sabastudies]

Tl;dr: clickbait

I got the same recommandation.

HP: 7; Twilight: 10; Dune: 8

The guy talks about Hollywood making two movies out of one book (Deadly Hallows, Mockingjay, Hobbit, Twilight ...)

He compares Dune Part 1 to Breaking Dawn Part 1 and Deadly Hallows Part 1

4 criteria, scale 1-10 with 10 being the best

Criterium 1: justification: Does the source material justify the split or is this a cash grab and stalling for time?

HP: 8; Twilight: 7; Dune: 10

Criterium 2: structure

HP: 6; Twilight: 9; Dune: 5

Criterium 3: filmmaking: style and vision/visual palette

HP: 8; Twilight: 6; Dune: 9

Criterium 4: good dad coefficent: good male role models or something (?)

HP: 7; Twilight: 10; Dune: 8

Tie between Dune and Twilight

The winner is Avatar 2: The Way of Water which he explains was planned as a two part movie

Best part is in a comment: "I haven't watched the video yet but you can't tell me I was the only one, who the talking hyperintelligent unborn baby reminded of Twilight"

I must not click on the rage-bait, the rage-bait is the braincell-killer AND clicking it just gives it engagement either way...

Youtube keeps recommending me a video titled 'Twilight does what Dune NEVER could...' and like, part of me is intrigued. Let's not even bring quality into this, but this is such an extreme case of apples and oranges I genuinely struggle to imagine what the point of comparison might be.

Like? YA vampire romantasy against backstabby political sci-fi with very minimal background romance. Wut? The thumbnail features Bella and Chani so like, the romance? Wut? One has a female main character, the other doesn't? Or what?

Like I don't want to give it views but I have Questions.

[rogue-durin-16]

HIS WARM EYES

Summary: Some members of the Order are reticent about letting in a Lestrange, specially after Snape's betrayal. Whilst taking Harry to the the burrow, an ambush has place. Everything points to Y/n, right?

Pairing: George Weasley x Slytherin!Lestrange!Reader

Genre: angst

Tags:

George Weasley: @meph1stophelian

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa @just-here-to-escape-from-reality @skarlettmikaelson

Warnings: blood, injuries, death

A/N: OH MY GOD THIS IS SO LONG AND BAD— I AM GENUINELY SORRY BUT I HAD TO

Rogue-durin-16 masterlist

Lestrange wasn't a good name.

It wasn't a good name in the streets, nor in close-doors, let alone amongst The Order.

That's why I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that they had accepted me— well, maybe 'accepted' was a strong word; they had let me in, reticent, weary, but still they had done it. Plus, after Snape's betrayal and Dumbledore's death, no one would think there was a vacant for a Slytherin and a Lestrange.

It wasn't until I found myself exiting the abandoned Grimauld's Place along with the rest of the volunteers to go to Privet Drive, that it dawned on me; they were short on people.

They were so short on people that the Order would have to swallow my name, my family and my House.

That didn't mean they would quiet down their opinions about me being there.

"I'm gonna say it." Fred announced, taking a spot in the living room's corner while Shacklebolt, Arthur and Lupin searched the place.

"Again?" Fleur groaned.

Fred had already spoken his mind about my presence before we reached Potter's house.

His and George's shocked looks had been on me since the very first moment I had walked into the old Black's home, which was understandable; last time they saw me I was joking about joining the death eaters.

Although the shock on their faces had been accompanied by very different emotions on each.

Fred's held reticence. During our school years, he had never liked me; I would dare to say he was scared of me, even.

George's gaze, on the other hand, held hope —maybe even excitement— which was comforting.

In our first year, I had managed to draw George's interest, and for three years he was adamant about Slytherins not being 'all that bad'.

George's friendship was the thread I was hanging on; he was the only thing stopping from taking the easy way and live up to my name.

The thread was cut after he asked his mother to bring me over during Christmas, which ended up in her forbidding him to talk to me. He, being George Weasley, ignored his mom's pleads and twin's scolding and still tried his best to stay close to me, so I did what was right and, at the end of our fifth year, I cut ties with him.

It hurt more than I would dare to admit.

After our drifting apart, I was forced to completely rely on Slytherins. And you see, Slytherins, as 11 year-old George would say, aren't all that bad, but the ones my name attracted were.

They were bad sort —the worst—, and keeping that company around after our sixth year wasn't the best record to have, but Merlin's sake, I was there, I had volunteered— people change.

"Son." His father warned Fred, well aware this wasn't the time, though he obviously wanted to side with him. "Don't start again."

"Someone has yet to tell me why is she here?"

"She has a name." I hissed, unable to stop myself.

"Which is why you shouldn't be here, Lestrange." The name rolled out of his tongue like poison. "She's not one to trust."

"Oi, she's willing to risk her life, isn't she?" George's words seemed to be meant to calm his twin's temper, though his warm eyes did land on mines with a reassuring look.

"Yeah but for whom?" I tried to stay quiet as Moody had asked me too, but Fred was making it quite difficult. "If something goes wrong—"

"Weasley!" Mad-eye's tone was dry as he bursted into the room. "Are you questioning my judgment?" Fred scoffed, but stayed quiet.

"If we're throwing in the surnames, you're gonna wanna know her mum's my auntie." Tonks spoke, folding her arms.

"But you're a Hufflepuff." He was quick to respond, giving me a disgusted look. "She's a Serpent."

"And you're still a mouthful, aren't you?!" I snapped, stepping forward, though Tonks gave me a lazy tug before I could get to Fred.

"Wanna fight, Lestrange?" He had taken a couple of steps in my direction already when George yanked his twins arm.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" He yelled, giving his brother a push. "She's here for Harry! She's helping! What else do you want?!"

"Oh my gosh, Georgie— get over your teen crush already, she's not on our team!" George's knuckles went visibly white, unlike his cheeks, which turned red.

"Are you done making a scene? The three of you." Bill questioned in a calm tone, resting against the window's bench. "I don't fancy the idea either, but we need help, Fred, so shut your mouth because we have things to do."

"Pity, I was enjoying the teen drama." Moody teased before grabbing his flask and the ones who would take the Polyjuice potion moved to stand in line.

"Y/n." George's hand brushed my hand, drawing my attention to him as we stood besides one another. "I'm glad you're here." He whispered with a side smile.

"Missed me much?" I couldn't help but grin back, bumping his arm with mine. I stole a proper look at him and thought I might as well ask before the mission. "So... Teen crush huh?" I wiggled my eyebrows at him, though I could feel my own face flushing.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't fancy George —could someone blame me?—, and the idea of those feelings not being unrequited was very appealing.

He only threw his head back and looked away, the half smile growing wider and more bashful. "We'll talk about it at the Burrow." He assured me, taking the flask with his right hand and squeezing mine with his left.

"If we don't die before that." I was joking, but fear was shaking me to the core.

"We won't." He looked at the potion disgusted and gave me a peeked at me saying, "You have to hear me embarrass myself first." And with a wink, he drank the potion and passed it to me.

Gosh, I couldn't get over the mission to hear him 'embarrass' himself.

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GEORGE'S P. O. V.

The first five minutes were calm, despite all of us being on edge. We kept checking on each other, dreading if we lost sight of someone, that someone would banish.

The storm came when we had to dive into the dark clouds.

Funnily enough, I did think it was a literal storm before entering; oh, what I would have given for it to be a literal storm.

Black, cloaked intruders flew among us, making us divide in the pairs we had been assigned to.

Lupin started casting protegos and hexes to everyone that got too close while I tried to take down as many enemies as possible.

A couple of yelled warnings were heard when both Moody and the real Harry had entered the ambush.

"WATCH OUT!" Tonks screamed, flying past me with Ron at her tail. "REMUS!" She made a signal to her husband "ESCORT!" I got the hint; we were supposed to clear Moody's and Y/n's way so it would confuse our attackers while Tonks and Shacklebolt made sure to get Harry out of there.

"ON MY LEFT!" Lupin shouted over the chaos, changing to my right for me to be by Y/n's side.

"WE'RE FUCKED!" She yelled dropping her flight to dodge an Avada Kedavra.

"WE'LL MANAGE!" I automatically dropped my flight with hers too, which was a bad decision, since we had gotten rid of the protection provided by Lupin, Mad-eye and Bill and Fleur.

Soon enough three death eaters came flying towards us.

"STUPEFY!" another Harry with the voice of Fred passed by us, closely followed by my dad.

"GO BACK UP!" Y/n was quicker than me following my father's instructions; when I did though, I realised the little formation we had going on was gone.

Suddenly, all we could hear were screams; it felt as if someone was missing but I blamed it on everyone flying around like a chicken with its head cut off.

Tonks almost crashed against me on her way down; Ron was nowhere near me, nor Lupin.

We were outnumbered, and instead of moving forward, we were stuck in the grey clouds, trying not to die.

It took me a hot second, a crash against a death eater and a couple of hexes to get to Lupin, and even when I did, it was a hard task to keep track of him.

I had just taken out someone in my way when I caught a glimpse of something my eyes refused to believe.

Snape.

Our bloody professor was trying to kill us.

I felt the need to laugh at the situation.

"GEORGE!" It was Y/n's voice snapping me out of it, although her actions shocked me even more.

Y/n casted a spell on me, pushing my broomstick to the left and consequently making me crash against Lupin and lose balance.

Then something happened, something my mind didn't quite process.

At first it felt like a slap, but the pain stung my side as if someone had sliced me with a blade.

I didn't hear my own cry, nor Lupin's desperate 'help'; I didn't feel his hands struggling to take a firm hold of me, nor my own shakily reaching to my side, searching for an injury I didn't want to find.

A second after that, everything was black.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

FRED'S P. O. V.

As soon as my father and I apparated in the fields of our home, I ran into the house. For some unexplainable reason, it felt as if something wasn't right.

A couple of steps into the house were enough for that 'something' to strike me. George had been laid on the settee, barely conscious; blood was covering the side of his face, neck and left shoulder, making his hair and clothes stick to his skin.

I was left speechless at the sight, my eyes welling up while I dragged my feet towards my twin.

"Mad-Eye is dead." Bill's words, despite sounding far away, made the gears in my head turn.

Lupin was quicker than me, though, "I told you we couldn't trust a Lestrange!"

"Remus! we don't know—" Tonks tried to calm him down, just to be cut off by Bill.

"Mad-Eye and Lestrange traveled between us and" he gestured at our wounded brother, "Remus and George." His jaw twitching let me know that he was desperately trying to stay calm. "Mad-Eye is dead and my brother just lost an ear, who is it if not bloody Lestrange, Dora?"

"Bill..." Fleur held onto her fiance's arm in an attempt to ground him.

"Did you see her disapparating?" Tonks's point was logical and hopeful.

George would have sided with her.

My eyes fixed on my wounded twin again. He was as pale as a corpse now, and the absence of his ear was way more noticeable now that my mother had begun to remove the blood.

George would have sided with Tonks because he wanted to trust Y/n, and he couldn't even speak because of that same reason.

Since everyone was arguing, they missed the flash of someone apparating near the front door.

I didn't.

Before I knew it, I was running outside with my wand in hand, Lupin and Bill following me instantly when they realised what I had just seen.

"EXPELLIARMUS!" Y/n's wand flew to my hand even before I could properly see her.

My rushed march came to a halt when I was a couple of feet away from her, making Bill bump into me; she was as pale as George, maybe more.

She took a seemingly calm, deep breath before attempting to walk.

Luckily, I saw the pools of blood on her shirt and stepped to reach her before she could touch the ground.

"Oh my..." Lupin covered his mouth with both his hands and Bill stood frozen at the sight of the girl in my arms. "MOLLY!!" my old professor yelled at the top of his lungs, going as livid as me.

We shouldn't talk on impulse, I told myself, rushing into the kitchen with Y/n in my arms. A series of gasps and regretful whispers broke the silence while I laid her on the dining table.

"Y/n?" George's trembling voice was heartbreaking, and, as my dad forced him to stay on the couch, I prayed the girl in my arms would survive.

"Oh Lord..." My mother muttered, examining her. It wasn't only her shirt stained with blood; her left leg and arm were too. "Oh dear..."

"She took the blow." Lupin ran his hands through his hair, understandably stressed. After a couple of seconds, her turned to my dad and commanded, "Get him up. Quick— go get him up." His eyes stared right into my soul and I dreaded the worst, but still obeyed and helped my dad drag George to the dining table.

I heard Lupin telling Bill something about Sectumsempra, and my heart sunk.

She took the blow.

"No..." George's murmur was close to a cry, but it was enough for Y/n's eyes to snap open.

"George." tears were effortlessly streaming down her cheeks at the sight of him. "You're... A-alive..."

"Please stay" My brother fell on his knees, reaching for Y/n's bloody hand with his own. We all looked away to give them some kind of intimacy, except from my mother, who was still trying to fix the poor girl.

I heard them both whispering sweet nothings with shattered voices until only one of them died out. I looked over to Tonks, whose eyes were gleaming with tears, and then to Lupin.

I couldn't bring myself to look at George.

After a moment of intense sobbing, my dad managed to pull my twin away from the corpse, and we carried him back to the settee.

I stayed with him the night, holding his hand and assuring him it was not his fault, but I knew my words would have little effect on his state; after all, he had been in love with Y/n for years.

All those years he had spent trying to convince all of us that Y/n was a good person, that we should give her a chance; all those years begging our mother to bring her over because she wanted to see our home.

Now her body was lying on our kitchen and I knew none of us would forgive ourselves for misjudging her.

READER'S P. O. V.

"Nervous?" A tall, redheaded kid appeared besides me; I supposed he didn't know my name by the warmth and curiosity with which his eyes stared at me.

"Aren't we all?" I replied with an anxious laugh.

He seemed to think for a moment before nodding. "Fair point, though I'll probably go into Gryffindor." He assured me with a proud smile, causing my head to cast down. "What is it?"

"Oh nothing," I shrugged, aware I would not be able to befriend that sweet boy with warm eyes. "I think I'll be sorted into Slytherin."

"Nonsense!" His intentions had been obviously to reassure me, but when he realised his response only made it worse, he added. "It'd be wicked to have a Slytherin friend, though." My eyes widened at his words; did he just— "I'm George, by the way."

"I'm Y/n."

"That's a very pretty name." Professor Mcgonagall led us into the Great Hall, and before I knew what was happening, George's hand was holding mine. "It'll be fine."

The lighting of the Castle changed once the Great Hall's doors opened; a bright, white light seemed to be coming out of it.

"Wait!" My hand gripped George's before he could leave my side. "Can you hold my hand? I-I'm scared." My voice no longer sounded like a 11 year old.

For some reason I didn't comprehend, my eyes were watery, making the view in front of me blurry.

"Don't be scared, darling." When I turned to George, I didn't see a kid; it was him, in the expensive suit I had seen him mere hours ago. "I'm here."

I just nodded and, swallowing my fear, took a step ahead, and then another one, and another, until I reached the Great Hall.

[tough-chick-in-distress]

There will be one day when Ron, as Cattermole, would whisper, in utter panic, “My wife is down there all in her own” and I will not cry. 

Not a single tear would be given that day.

Today is not that day.

This is the man deemed not good enough for Hermione Granger.

[save-the-villainous-cat]

WOULD YOU PLZ CONTINUE THE PRINCE X PRINCE BOYTOY ONE i love the yearning aaaa it’s so good if the other prince tried killing himself with deadly nightshades and the conqueror found out aaaa it would be soo good , um yeah would you plz continue

part 1, part 2

tw: attempted suicide

Belladonna.

The dumbest idea the protagonist could have ever had.

His schooling had been complex obviously. There had been many subjects he had perfected. Combat was one of them and even the arts were no problem for him.

But gods, his tutors had let him study plants for hours and hours on end. He was trained to tell them apart. If there was one expert on botany in this godforsaken land, then it was him. He was sure none of his enemies had more knowledge of it.

That could be pretty useful for poisonous plants. And even in the enemy’s territory, it was, indeed, the most helpful knowledge he possessed.

Maybe he was desperate. But his plan made sense to him in his mind. If he poisoned himself, the prince would have to let go his friend. Because without the protagonist, his friend had no worth to the prince.

However, when he had swallowed the berries, the thought of his friend’s insignificance pushed him to an entirely other conclusion. The prince would kill them out of spite, exactly because they were useless to the prince without the protagonist.

Panic settled in quickly.

He threw himself against the heavy door and stumbled into one of the grand halls of the condemned castle. He had stolen himself away and reached the alchemical part of this labyrinth of stone walls this afternoon.

No one was guarding these hallow halls today.

But there, in the alchemy room, there he had found the nightshade. There he had made the mistake.

And now he was slowly losing control.

“Please…” he begged but his voice only echoed through the empty hall — no one heard his pleading but he continued to scream. He would be too confused to do anything in a few minutes anyway.

He fell to his knees as the dizziness of the plant’s toxins overwhelmed him. His vision blurred, his head burnt. He knew he would die if there wasn’t an antidote.

And he knew there was only one person in this entire haunted building who had all the antidotes for everything in his own chambers.

Because he was paranoid, because he was obsessed with power and control and he was horrible and cruel and—

His throat dried out like the desert lands he had heard stories of. He was almost sure the shadows dancing in front of him were the nightshade’s typical hallucinations.

But then, one shadow reached out to him and a heavenly cold hand caressed his cheek.

“What in the…” The hand moved to the protagonist’s forehead and then back to his cheeks. “What did you…”

“Night-…shade…please,” the protagonist answered, feeling the muscles in his thigh already twitch uncontrollably.

His vision was anything but clear, he had lost any kind of orientation whatsoever.

“How dare you?!” his rescuer’s voice cracked here and there, drenched in panic and anger.

Who was in front of him, on their knees, was incredibly difficult to tell.

But once that person started to shout at the guards with a wrath and curses so heavy the protagonist thought it made the whole world shake, once that person pulled him into their lap, he had a vague idea of who had found him in the abandoned alchemy wing.

He heard distant footsteps fading — he was alone with the prince.

Suddenly, he was hit with it. He would die in his enemy’s arms right here and right there and that was the last thing he wanted on this earth.

“Don’t let me die,” he rambled. The thought wouldn’t go away.

Before his inner eye, he saw his body being thrown into a nameless grave, a prince who had to fight his whole life, who had lost everyone but one person around him, dying with his head on the thigh of the one person who had taken everything from him.

He grasped onto dear life. He couldn’t die now. He couldn’t die here. With…him by his side.

“Listen,” the prince said smoothly. He didn’t have that panicked tone in his voice anymore — that tone when he had screamed at the guards. “I won’t let you die, I promise. I know you’re confused, I know you’re scared. I’ve been poisoned with nightshades countless times. It’s going to be fine, I promise. They will bring the antidote.”

His hand combed through the protagonist’s hair and he shielded his eyes with his hands from the terrible light the protagonist found so irritating.

“You’re not going to die today. They will be back soon. Just…close your eyes.” The prince planted a single kiss on his forehead and the protagonist thought it to be the most comforting thing in the world. “Rest, my sweet prince.”

The protagonist closed his eyes — he had obeyed the prince’s command.

part 4

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Deadly fall: The “other” Halloweens

THE “OTHER” HALLOWEENS

Category: Anglo-Saxon and American cultures (plus Christianity)

I talked about Halloween. I talked about its ancestor, Samhain. I talked about All Hallows Day and its “cousin” El Dia de los Muertos.

But there are much more other variations of Halloween and All Saints Day that I haven’t talked about, and that yet are needed to understand the evolution and existence of those holiday: a whole constellation of “other Halloweens” and even “other Samhains”. I’ll try to briefly list them all through this post.

1) All Saints Eve

Everybody knows that “Halloween” stands for “All Hallows’ Eve”. But originally this title went to the Christian celebration of the Eve of All Saints Day. And Halloween, despite its name, has barely anything Christian in it, mostly being a survival of Samhain. So, what is the “actual” All Saints Eve, from a Christian point of view?

All Hallows Eve, or All Saints Eve, is mostly a preparation for the upcoming All Saints Day (All Hallows Day), and thus doesn’t have many “traditions” in itself. The church service is called the Vigil of All Hallows, and is usually coupled with visits to the graveyard (to place candles and flowers, in preparation for All Saints Day). It is a time of praying for the dead, and also a time of fasting to prepare yourself for All Hallows: All Saints Eve is a non-meat day. This custom actually influenced a lot modern Halloween – it was because of the ban on meat imposed by All Hallows Eve that people consumed mostly fruits and vegetables, which led to the prominence of these same fruits and vegetables in Halloween. Most All Saints Eve traditions tend to be local. In Spain, priests have to toll the bell of their churches to remind people of thinking and praying for the dead. In Finland, people speak of the “valomeri” or the “sea of light” because everybody goes lighting up candles in cemeteries. And in Poland the tradition had the living Christians walk through the forest while loudly praying, in order to comfort the unrested or tormented dead.

If we leave Europe and go to America, the land of Halloween, All Saints Eve is… a bit different. Mostly because Christianity in America is mostly Protestant – and for Protestants, All Saints Eve is before all “Reformation Day”, the celebration of the start of the Protestant Reformation by Martin Luther – for a long time it was the habit for Protestant families to dress their kids as biblical characters or important figures of the Reform. Now, Christianity does not often meddle well with Halloween celebrations – especially in America where people are prone to be a more… “extremism” (plus there’s the fact Halloween became such a part of American culture). Some defend the idea that Halloween is just harmless fun for children and that it does not hurt in any way Christian belief ; while others are much more disdainful of this “occultism” and “mysticism” and are usually prone to handing out tracts on Halloween night about the wonders of Christianity. But a VERY American creation born of an attempt at uniting Christianity and Halloween – a “tradition” created by none other than the fundamentalist and evangelical churches (because who else would do such a thing?), is the “Hell Houses”. Imagine a “haunted house attraction”, but done by religious people using, instead of ghosts and monsters, the “horrors” of sin and vice, with the ultimate goal of “scaring into redemption”… It is a really weird and bizarre and VERY American thing, and while some of those houses can be quite ridiculous, others are known to be VERY disturbing, leading to yet again another Halloween scandal (they all come from America) about those Hell Houses that go “too far”. But I’ll let you search these lovely things by yourself.

2) Calan Gaeaf

I talked about Samhain in a previous post, and I tried to insist that while it was a Celtic holiday, indeed, it was mostly focused, localized and practiced by Scotsmen and Irishmen (plus the Isle of Man), not all of the British Isles. And yet there is this idea today that Samhain was practiced in the entirety of the Isles… This is because there is a slight confusion between Samhain and its “siblings”, the “other Samhains”. If Samhain proper was only for the Scots and the Irish, the other part of the Isles had their own festivals equivalent to Samhain. And Calan Gaeaf was “Samhain” for Wales.

Calan Gaeaf was the celebration of the first day of winter, on the 1st of November (in the bi-seasonal system of the Celtic year, autumn was just the first part of winter). It was a harvest festival, that allowed for grand feasts (as both the harvest was gathered, and the livestock was slaughtered for the winter) cooked by the women of the village, and for all sorts of games – usually also tied to the harvest. For example there was the “harvest mare” game: some of the last stalks of corn reaped would be twisted together in the shape of a mare, and the “player” would hide the mare under his clothes, before trying to sneak it back to his home in the village. If he could get the harvest mare to his home without being noticed by any of the women (preparing the feast in the village), he would be rewarded with beer and a place of honor at the feast’s table, while the mare was hung other the hearth. If he failed, he would become the laughingstock of the community.

And just like with “Hallowe’en”, the eve of Calan Gaeaf was known as “Nos Galan Gaeaf” – and was considered a “spirit night” (a Ysbrydnos in Welsh), one of the times of the year when spirits roam the country (and given the Welsh shared the Celtic concept of the Otherworld, we are talking about both the spirits of the dead and supernatural inhuman spirits). On this night, people avoided the places where spirits liked to hang out: crossroads, churchyards, stiles… A bonfire was lit around which children and women danced, and when the flames started to die out they all ran home: for it was said that when the bonfire of Nos Galan Gaeaf was extinguished, a supernatural creature would appear – sometimes simply a bad omen announcing disaster and death, other times an actual threat seeking the devour the souls of the wanderers, or the flesh of the last child to go home. For some this creature was “Hwch Ddu Gwta”, a black sow without tail but with the head of a woman, while for others it was “Y Ladi Wen”, “the white lady”, a female headless ghost. Before leaving, children and women had to place a ring of stones around the fire, with their names written on each stone: in the morning, the stones were checked. If a name-stone was burned by the fire, it meant good luck for the person “owning” the stone, but if a stone was missing it meant the person associated would die within the year.

Similarly to Samhain and Halloween, all sorts of divination games were practiced on Nos Galan Gaeaf. The apple-peel game I described previously was a common practice of the holiday, and so was the “mirror-gazing”: unmarried women had to look into a mirror in a darkened room to see the face of their future husband ; but if a skull appeared, it meant the woman would die within the year. A more traditional Welsh “divination game” was gender-divided: girls had to grow throughout the year a rose in the shape of a hoop, and go through the circle three times before cutting the rose – on Galan Gaeaf’s Eve, they had to place the rose under their pillow to dream of the future. Boys, meanwhile, had to cut ten leaves of ivy during the night, before leaving one behind them and placing the nine remaining under their pillow: not only would they dream of the future, if they touched the ivy they could also have visions of the witches living in the area.

3) Allantide

The “other Samhain” of Cornwall was known as “Kalan Gwav”, which literally meant “the first day of winter”, coupled with “Nos Kalan Gwav”, the Eve of the First Day of Winter, the 31st of October. It later evolved, under Christian influence, into “Allantide”, more well-known as Saint Allan’s Day. Due to overlapping with Allhallowtide, Saint Allan’s Day was also a day of remembering and praying for the dead, with churches of Cornwall ringing their bells to comfort Christian souls that had not yet entered Heaven (purgatory, hauntings, and other “intermediary states”). And just like with the other “Samhains”, divination games were common on this night: throwing walnuts in the fire to predict the fidelity of your partner (see the hazelnut roasting of Samhain), or pouring molten lead into cold water, to see form a shape that would indicate you the profession of your future husband.

Unique to Allantide however, is the tradition of the “Allan apples”. Allan apples are very large and glossy red apples, specially polished for the occasion. Before the day of the saint’s feast, entire markets selling only Allan apples were organized, because the tradition was to offer them to your friends and family, as they were symbols of good luck. Young girls would place these apples under their pillows to dream of their future husbands, while the children who went to bed without obtaining even one Allan apple would only know misfortune. There was even a local game of “catch-the-apple” that went as such: two pieces of wood are nailed together in a cross, the cross is suspended to the ceiling and candles placed at its four ends, and an Allan apple is tied up under the cross. The goal of the game was to catch the apple with your bare teeth – and if you were too slow or not agile enough, the hot wax of the candles would be poured on you.

4) Punkie Night

A last “British” variation of the Samhain/Halloween tradition – this time coming from the “West Country” (a name for a region of South-West England). Punkie Night was held on the last Thursday of October, and during this night children marched around the region with jack-o-lanterns in their hands (Punkie was an Old English word for “lantern”), while singing a song that went! “It’s Punkie Night tonight (X2) / Adam and Eve would not believe / It’s Punkie Night tonight!”. Other times, the children would rather go door to door asking and begging for candles, threatening those who did not gave them anything (a variation of the trick-or-treating). This begging had its own rhymes: “Give me a candle, give me a light / If you don’t, you’ll get a fright!” ; or “Give me a candle, give me a light / If you haven’t a candle, a penny’s all right!”. We also know that people usually placed “punkies” (jack-o-lanterns) in front of their farms, to ward off evil spirits, and that the processions of children would be led by two characters known as the “Punkie King” and “Punkie Queen”.

5) Mischief Night

Originally, Halloween was just the eve of All Hallows Day. But as Halloween became a proper holiday, not just the eve of a feast, it got its own eve. And Halloween Eve is known by different names across America: one of which is Mischief Night. It was called as such because on the 30th of October, people took the habit of doing all sorts of jokes and pranks, even going up to vandalism – not just children, but adults too! It is quite interesting to see that the tradition actually started in old England, but was not immediately associated with Halloween: originally “Mischief Night” was linked to the May Day and to the Green Man. However, as the celebration left the rural areas and reached the cities, Mischief Night was moved to the opposite end of the year: 4th of November, the eve of the Gunpowder Plot celebrations (5th of November). It then slightly shifted to the night before Halloween – and it is at this last date that it reached the USA and Canada.

In England, Mischief Night went by many different names: Micky Night, Trick Night, Corn Night, Tick-Tack Night, Chievous Night, Mischievous Night, Miggy Night, Mizzy Night… And in some areas of Yorkshire, it was even seen as a coming-of-age ceremony for thirteen years old boys. In Northern America, the celebration got several other names, such as “Goosey Night” or “Mat Night”. In Maryland, it became known as “Moving Night” due to the common prank being to steal or switch various furniture and items found on house porches ; it was tied to another common name of the Night in rural areas, “Door Night”, due to rural pranksters often stealing the “doors” of the fences surrounding fields, or the small wooden doors of courtyards. In Northern and Western states of the USA, as well as in Ontario (Canada), the name “Cabbage Night” (or in French “Nuit de Chou”) is also common, due to the vandals usually raiding gardens and farms for cabbages (preferably leftover cabbages or rotting ones), before using them for all sort of mischiefs.

Today, the pranks of Mischief Night mostly include “toilet pappering” yards and buildings (wrapping them in toilet papers), throwing powders or eggs at cars and houses, writing on windows with soap, smashing pumpkins and jack-o-lanterns, spray-painting buildings, or setting up small fireworks – even though the tradition of throwing rotting cabbages or rotting fruits at people still survives in some area. Mischief Night also has a nasty history of arsons, that started in the 80s when people started setting garbage ablaze or creating big fires in cemeteries ; while in the 2010 New-Orleans saw a new form of Mischief Night appear as carnival/Mardi-Gras like parades ending up in vandalism-filled riots.

6) Devil’s Night

Devil’s Night is another American name for “Mischief Night” – one coming originally from Detroit, in Michigan. Mischief Night arrived to Detroit between the 1930s and the 1940s, and began with simple pranks and “mild vandalism”. Egging and soaping, waxing windows and doors, toilet-papering trees and shrubs, throwing rotten vegetables at people, leaving flaming bags of dog poop on doorsteps)… “Mischievous crimes” and “petty crimes”, so to speak. But throughout the 60s and up to the 70s, the violence and danger of these pranks escalated. We were talking about serious vandalism and arsons. And as the decades went by, the destruction and frenzy of the night worsened: 800 fires in the city in 1984, and just as much if not more in the following years. “Mischief Night” became “Devil Night”. By the 1990s, it got so big that the authority and people of the city decided it had to be put to a stop: this was the creation of “Angel Night” in 1995. Angel Night was the gathering of several thousands of volunteers (up to 50 000 in the first Angel Nights) to patrol the neighborhoods at night to keep order, communicating with the authorities via radios or cellular phones, and attaching amber beacons to their vehicles to make the vandals known what their purpose was. Angel Night was such a big mobilization that by the 2000s a significant drop was noticed in arsons and vandalisms. At the beginning of the 2010s, there were 169 fires (which already was a drop compared to previous years). By the mid-2010s, only fifty or so fires were counted. By the end of the 2010s, only four or five fires. It is widely believed that soon, “Devil’s Night” will be truly dead, and just a cultural memory.

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Lady Dimitrescu-tag FanFiction List PART 5

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871) Another Story DLC (Chapters in progress)

872) Oh, To Be The Lady's (Chapters in progress)

873) Rust (Chapters in progress)

874) Serendipity (Chapters in progress)

875) Mechanical Hearts (Chapters in progress)

876) Bela’s Pet (Chapters in progress)

877) The day the earth stood still (Chapters, Completed)

878) Parasite: Karl Heisenberg x Oc (Chapters, Completed)

879) A Life Of Peace (Chapters in progress)

880) Obscenum (short story)

881) I can't believe I am stuck with y'all (short story)

882) Oneshots and Headcanons For RE8 (Chapters in progress)

883) Countenance (Chapters in progress)

884) Drain You|(mostly) Gay Resident Evil Oneshots (Chapters in progress)

885) Payback (short story)

886) The Devil In I (Chapters in progress)

887) Maiden's Cum (short story)

888) A Jewel To Be Won (Chapters in progress)

889) The Fugitive (Finding Home)

890) Resident Evil Village: A Different Path (Chapters in progress)

891) to be body and nothing else (short story)

892) connoisseur of comfort (Chapters, Completed)

893) A Great and Terrible Beauty (short story)

894) In League with Dragons (Chapters in progress)

895) Helpless (short story)

896) The Dragon’s Den (Chapters, Completed)

897) I Don't Wanna Go (short story)

898) Ladies of the Night (short story)

899) The Dimitrescu Line (Chapters in progress)

900) Devotion By Choice (Chapters in progress)

901) Lady Dimitrescu captured by Umbrella (short story)

902) Roses and Thorns (Chapters in progress)

903) For the Lords (Chapters in progress)

904) A Meeting in Snow (Chapters in progress)

905) a lesser woman (Chapters in progress)

906) Wings (short story)

907) Fools in Love (short story)

908) For All Eternity (Chapters, Completed)

909) Safe Now (short story)

910) Resident Evil: Village Incorrect Quotes Resident Evil: Village Incorrect Quotes

911) Flesh and Blood (Chapters Completed)

912) Past Memories, New Body (Chapters Completed)

913) The Safe Room (short story)

914) ... (Karl Heisenberg x Reader/OC) (Chapters in progress)

915) Something Other Than Shame (Chapters in progress)

916) Protector of the Home (short story)

917) A Spark of Redemption (Chapters in progress)

918) Karl Heisenberg x OC (Chapters in progress)

919) The Killing Cure(Chapters in progress)

920) Soliloquy (short story)

921) Souls of Iron (Chapters in progress)

922) Her Pet (short story)

923) call me by your lover (Chapters Completed)

924) Living in My Demise (Chapters in progress)

925) Metal Gun and Love (Chapters Completed)

926) With a voice like that, there is no need for choirs (short story)

927) Astraphobia (short story)

928) Babysitter (short story)

929) Iron Heart ➢ Karl Heisenberg x FEM!reader (Chapters in progress)

930) Shared Nightmare (an OC / Resident Evil: Village fanfic) (Chapters in progress)

931) I'll Always Come Back (short story)

932) Impossible Tasks (Chapters in progress)

933) What Mothers Do (short story)

934) From Desperation Blooms Life (Chapters in progress)

935) Forbidden Desires (Chapters in progress)

936) Requests for the Dimitrescu! (short story)

937) His Doll (Chapters in progress)

938) Only the hallowed wade in ponds of azure (short story)

939) Stay a night.. (Chapters in progress)

940) Sleeping Beauty (Chapters in progress)

941) Peace through Superior Firepower (Chapters Completed)

942) Like A Lamb to the Slaughter (Chapters in progress)

943) Snugglebugs (short story)

944) Lost Descendant (Chapters in progress)

945) The Countess and the Lord (short story)

946) Better Yourself (short story)

947) A Herculean Effort (or two) (Chapters in progress)

948) before blood and water, there was only thirst (Chapters in progress)

949) Resident Evil Imagines (Chapters in progress)

950) Charade (Chapters in progress)

951) 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬. (short story)

952) Life at castle Dimitrescu (short story)

953) Peaches & Roses (Chapters in progress)

954) The Price We Must Pay (Chapters Completed)

955) Ivory Keys, Ivory Buttons (Chapters Completed)

956) Helping Bela dye her hair (short story)

957) A starter guide on how to be your teacher's favorite student (short story)

958) Her Most Precious Treasure (short story)

959) Hazbin Hotel x Helluva Boss x Resident Evil Cast (Main Games) (Chapters Completed)

960) Chrysanthemums and Amaranths (short story)

961) Belas Fear (Chapters Completed)

962) The Storm That Started It All (Chapters in progress)

963) Door #2 (Chapters in progress)

964) Kiss my knuckles and beg me to hurt you (short story)

965) And then there were five (Chapters Completed)

966) Delicate (Chapters in progress)

967) In The Dead Of Winter (Chapters in progress)

968) Numb (Chapters in progress)

969) bow and arrow (short story)

970) A Tear in the Timeline: What If? (Chapters in progress)

971) The Cure to Poison (Chapters in progress)

972) Firestarter (Chapters in progress)

973) Always and Forever (Chapters in progress)

974) Daughter Dearest (Chapters in progress)

975) Always and forever One-shots (Chapters in progress)

976) Tangled in Red {HIATUS} (Chapters in progress)

977) Plaything (Chapters in progress)

978) Held It In (Chapters Completed)

979) The Wolf and the Iron Steed (Chapters in progress)

980) Village of Secrets (Chapters in progress)

981) Is this an Adventure or a Horror? (Chapters in progress)

982) The Blood Stained Snow at the Bottom of the Hill (Chapters in progress)

983) Calamity (Andrea) (Chapters in progress)

984) Ophelia (short story)

985) Forging the Way Forward (Chapters in progress)

986) Go Gently (short story)

987) Innocent mistakes (short story)

988) Sânge Primordial (Chapters in progress)

989) Ignoring Canon: Poor Hobo Mechanic (Chapters in progress)

990) Agreeing at a price (short story)

991) Tainted (Chapters in progress)

992) The Legend of Zelda: Trope Wars (Chapters in progress)

993) Oh My God, You're Chris Redfield (Chapters in progress)

994) Blood Hydrangea (Chapters in progress)

995) Listen to me countess (Chapters in progress)

996) I Push, You Pull (short story)

997) Reincarnation (Chapters in progress)

998) The Long Mile (Chapters in progress)

999) Brought to Light (short story)

1000) to love and to lose (Chapters Completed) 1001) Two Shorten the Road (Chapters in progress)

1002) Wonderland (Chapters in progress)

1003) Village of Shadows (Chapters in progress)

1004) Family Pet (Chapters in progress)

1005) Deadly Nightshade (Chapters in progress)

1006) Heavy Metal Lover (Chapters in progress)

1007) What Could Have Been (Chapters in progress)

1008) Maybe...? (short story)

1009) room for growth

1010) Never They Will Not (Chapters Completed)

1011) When the Gears Start Clicking (Chapters Completed)

1012) The Four Families (Chapters in progress)

1013) Fine Things (Chapters in progress)

1014) Oneshots (Chapters in progress)

1015) A Honey Soaked Lullaby (short story)

1016) The Pet and the Pendulum (Chapters Completed)

1017) The Heisenberg Option (Chapters in progress)

1018) Lady Dimitrescu Isn't That Bad If You Ignore That She Tried To Kill Me! (short story)

1019) She Lit A Fire (Chapters Completed)

1020) Remove Your Hat! (short story)

1021) Reset (short story)

1022) Steel and Ash (short story)

1023) Stranger in a Strange Land (Chapters in progress)

1024) The Lady's Wife (Chapters in progress)

1025) The many joys of a broken life (Chapters in progress)

1026) The Lord of House Zamfir (Chapters in progress)

1027) The Morning After (short story)

1028) the coffee maker (short story)

1029) SUBJECT 06 (Chapters in progress)

1030) Defective (short story)

1031) “ Happy Birthday! ” (short story)

1032) Anything for You (Chapters Completed)

1033) the flowers are dead, fruit doesn’t taste the same (short story)

1034) A New Home (short story)

1035) Criminal (Karl Heisenberg x Original Character)

1036) Living with man-eaters (Dimitrescu and daughters x male reader) (Chapters in progress)

1037) What If We Had The Choice? (short story)

1038) Mrs. Crocodile (short story)

1039) Step On Me Tall Lady (short story)

1040) Drinking Pal (short story)

1041) The Deal We Made (ReaderXHeisenberg) (Chapters in progress)

1042) Nimble Fingers (short story)

1043) One day, the flower shall bloom (Chapters in progress)

1044) Multi-Verse Crack-shots (Chapters in progress)

1045) Family Matters (Chapters in progress)

1046) Pretty Little Thing (short story)

1047) Sweet Sacrilege (Chapters Completed)

1048) Self Indulgence (Chapters in progress)

1049) Deeper Roots (Chapters in progress)

1050) Karl Heisenberg: Five Star Fuckup (Chapters in progress)

1051) The Crows (Chapters in progress)

1052) The Apprentice (Chapters in progress)

1053) Lycanthropy (Chapters in progress)

1054) That was a Choice... (Chapters in progress)

1055) Already Dripping For Me, Pet? (Chapters in progress)

1056) Oh Heathens, Mine (short story)

1057) Black song, white scales (short story)

1058) Seal Lullaby (short story)

1059) The Iron Briar (Chapters in progress)

1060) A maiden's tale (short story)

1061) Terroir (short story)

1062) In the Face of Evil: A Resident Evil Village AU (Chapters in progress)

1063) Jedem das Seine (short story)

1064) Eye of the beholder (Chapters in progress)

1065) Together (Chapters in progress)

1066) BelaDonna Collection [HIATUS] (Chapters in progress)

1067) Ghost Love Score (short story)

1068) Poison & Rust (Chapters in progress)

1069) Acceptance (Chapters Completed)

1070) simple favours (short story)

1071) Red Fish, Blue Fish (Chapters in progress)

1072) The Snowfall Conundrum (Chapters in progress)

1073) Dinner for Two (short story)

1074) Make Me Holy (short story)

1075) A midsummers night monster (Chapters in progress)

1076) Don’t post this without a title- me (Chapters in progress)

1077) The Fisherman's Daughter (Chapters in progress)

1078) The Monsters We Find (Chapters in progress)

1079) Social Engineering (Chapters in progress)

1080) Look After Them (And Try Not to Make too Much of a Mess) (short story)

1081) Hearts of Stone (short story)

1082) The Iron Alpha (Chapters Completed)

1083) An Act of Kindness (Chapters Completed)

1084) Pursuit Of A Maiden's Heart (Chapters in progress)

1085) Iubirea Lui Pierdută | Karl Heisenberg (Chapters in progress)

1086) Venomous Cure (short story)

1087) Karl Heisenberg x m!reader oneshots (Chapters in progress)

1088) Eat of Me, Drink of Me (short story)

1089) Bittersweet (short story)

1090) Worst holiday ever...unless? (Chapters in progress)

1091) New in town (Chapters in progress)

1092) The Steel Omega (Chapters Completed)

1093) Psychic Attraction (Chapters in progress)

1094) Start Running (Chapters in progress)

1095) Рухлядь (short story)

1096) Blood War Rebellion (Chapters in progress)

1097) Rewarding Myself (Chapters Completed)

1098) can you feel my heart? (Chapters Completed)

1099) An evening in the castle (short story)

1100) Carrion Eating and Other Such Transgressions (Chapters in progress)

[ggukkieland]

📕CURRENT READS (2020 October)

🌹 Fics I’ve enjoyed reading this October, with some few unread ones (still have 4 to 5 days to finish!). Waah I have read a lot 😲 I can’t believe I’m almost complete with this list 🥳. Usually when I post and organize the list, half of it are still on #toread status. I thought of curating Halloween-themed fics 🎃 but I ended up reading any genre anyway😁.

Again, credit goes to these awesome writers! Sending them lots of love and virtual hugs 🥰🤗💜🥰🤗💜🥰🤗 .

✅ -  done reading   | S (smut) F (fluff) A (angst) 

🥕[Ongoing Series - to check weekly] 

Still reading the ongoing series from last month’s reading list, whenever there is an update 😊

I Feel You in my Heart by @purpletaecup - MYG |  exes au, second chances, some chapters have smau elements | A, S, F (really good story development 😭)

[7/?] nearly 2 months after their divorce, yoongi and y/n wade through the aftermath of the fallout by themselves. yoongi is moving on with someone else while y/n finds herself stuck in waves of anxiety and depression. soon enough, they are brought together again by an unfortunate accident

If it Harms None, Do What You Will by purpletaecup - JJK | smau, comedy, supernatural au, fantasy au, witch!reader, demon!jungkook | F, S  🎃

[6/?] it’s the beginning of October and green witch y/n has been preparing for all of the spooky activities she needs to do for all hallow’s eve. one of her older friends gives her a ritual candle for protection. a couple of drops of blood and a wonky magic circle later, there is a high level demon sitting on the floor of her living room.

We Live with a Ghost by @smaubts - JJK | smau, comedy, ghost au, roommates au | F  🎃

[6/13] when jungkook convinces his roommate, y/n, that their house is haunted by an evil ghost, they decide their best option is to contact with it and make it leave but end up summoning an actual ghost by accident.

Swan Black by CharWrites [AO3] - JJK | fantasy, supernatural, enemies to lovers, dark fantasy, apocalypse, Fae!Jungkook, Fae!Yoongi, Fae!Taehyung,  LOTR/Mortal Instruments/Labyrinth vibes | A, S (I love this! It’s like watching LOTR 😍)  🎃

[10/?] So's twin brother, Jimin, has been kissed by darkness: an evil that has spread across the land and has claimed many souls. They only have weeks until the darkness consumes him. Once consumed, he will be governed by the unsullied: a powerful race of Dark Fae that has overtaken the world.

So seeks out a rogue Fae Prince, Kook, who is her only hope, if she can survive his deadly charms and irresistible lure especially when he is much more interested in possessing her, mind body and soul.

Third Wheeling by @taetaewonderland - MYG |  strangers to lovers au, ceo!yoongi | A, F, S 🥰

[1/?] Min Yoongi is a strict man. Time is money to the CEO of Kisung Connected. He isn’t interested in conventional things or wastes of time. He’s an asshole. But, you didn’t realize until it was too late. Until you met him at the club and it changed your life forever.  

Bad Friends by @hollyxqx- MYG | friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, neighbor au, college au, fwb au | A, S, F (what a good angst 😥)

[1/3] hooking up with your childhood best friend was never your plan, but neither was falling in love with him either. he’s troubled but his heart is gold. when you move away for college, things start to take a turn.

House of Lilies by @suqakoo​ - JJK | mafia au, arranged marriage au | A, F, S

[3/?] Jeon Jungkook is the only heir to Dal Gurimja. He is the poster child for mafia bosses. He’s a feared hit-man among the underground world, and a successful CEO among the socialites of Seoul. Pair him with a castaway girl who’s been out of society for twelve years, and… what do you get?

Your Eyes Tell  by @njkbangtan - JJK | soulmate au, enemies to lovers au, roommates au, sugar baby (but not really), slow burn | A, F

[5/?] You live in a world where people see in black and white. The solution to finally see the colors? It’s simple. You need to meet your soulmate and look at him in the eyes, but what if the person bound to you is already contented with the monochromatic world? What if…Jeongguk, your soulmate, is already in love with someone else?  

I hate u, I love u by @bbangpanmen - JJK | fwb au, friends to lovers au, smau | A

[17/23] he uses you to forget her; you let him because you love him.

Puzzle by @kimvvantae - JJK | fwb au, friends to lovers au, college au | A, S, F (I’ve read this before, around 2018-19 and I thought it was discontinued. Glad there’s an update ^_^)

[7/?] the line between friendship and something more has never been crossed  - but that changes after a break up and a drunken night, when you not-so-accidentally cross this line to something much more. what happens when after this accident your non-matching puzzle pieces seem to match in a way you’ve never imagined?

The Lesson/Min Boy by @adventuresinwonderlust - MYG | bad boy!yoongi, dom-sub elements, enemies to lovers, brat!reader | S, A, F

[6/8] No summary provided but it’s the twisted story between bad boy Yoongi with angsty backstory and this brat/rich kid. I really liked how it was written though.  I made a mistake of reading part 4:  Two Months Too Long, which should’ve been the 6th story to read if you follow the author’s sequence. 

Popular-ish by @hansolmates - JJK | popular!jungkook, college au, fwb to lovers, shy!oc | F, S, A

[9/?] drabble series: you are way out of jungkook’s league. Or is it the other way around?

Date Me by @latetaektalk - JJK | enemies to lovers, fake dating au, rich kid au | A, F,

[prologue + 1/?] when obnoxiously rich and spoiled frat boy jeon jungkook comes up to you one day and asks you to fake date him for money, you definitely should have said no. because before you knew it, you were going on insta dates with him and having lunch with his equally obnoxiously rich and spoiled friends.

All Over You by @zibermuda - JJK | enemies to lovers, nerd!jk, fuckgirl!reader | S, F 

[2/?] you don’t usually go for the quiet, nerdy type, but Jungkook’s by far the best looking guy in your year. You just can’t help yourself. You have to have him. Small hiccup; he hates you

Effortlessly by @gyukult - JJK | friends to lovers, neighbors au, 

[8/?] “Reciprocate feelings?” Jungkook crosses his arms before he continues, “They should know that you’re the only girl in my life.“ Jungkook has been your best friend and neighbor since you could remember, but what you can’t recall is when your feelings began develop for him. 

HEI$T: A JJK Fic by lucidly [AO3] - JJK | heist au, action, bangtan are thieves, vigilante au | A, S

[3/?] Six years after being thrown into the world of forgery, espionage, and heists, Mona and her team face competition like never before: The Bulletproof Boy Scouts, a fabled Korean gang of thieves that everybody seems to know, but no one has seen. When she comes face to face with all 7 of them, Mona knows: they're real, and this job won't be like the others. For years she has followed the money, but could it be time that she follow her heart instead?

🥕[Completed AUs/Series-  to read]

✅  - done reading (also there seems to be a lot of JJK fics)

Creep @xjoonchildx - MYG | S, pwp, yandere ✅

Guilty @xjoonchildx - KNJ | A, S, mafia au, second part of Guarded AU (an awesome JHS series) 

Chapter One: How Odd  Chapter Two: Incheon Mall Tube Tops  Final Chapter: Is Something Burning?  Epilogue: Better Than Okay

Paddle with Me @yoongs-jeontae - JJK | A, S, enemies to lovers, camp counselor au, pwp   ✅

Hate Me @themfchase - JJK | S, collegel!au, enemies to lovers au, fuckboy!jk, pwp  ✅

Devil in a Blue Suit @yeojaa - JJK | F, S, idiots to lovers, established au, good boy!jungkook  

main story  ✅ + drabbles  ✅

Sweetest Crush @minjoonalist - JHS | F, S, brother’s best friend au 

Fake Love @aquaminwrites - JHS | F, S, A, fake dating au, enemies to lovers  ✅

Faded Love @jamaisjoons - PJM | A, S, marriage au, infidelity ✅

Brown-Eyed Baby @vinterjeon - JJK | A, S, F, exes to lovers, single dad!jk 

01 02  ✅

Why We Got Married @ktheist - KTH | F, S, arranged marriage au, slow burn ✅

Lonely Hearts Club @dovechim - JJK | S, F, enemies to lovers, wedding au  ✅

Come to Me @jeonsweetpea - JJK | S, A, F ,friends to lovers, college au  ✅

Satan on the Strip @noir0neko - JJK | S, A, demon!jungkook  ✅  🎃

No Face @seokoloqy - MYG | A, S, F, demon au, supernatural au  ✅  🎃

Take a Chance @crystaljins - JJK | A, Hanahaki au, co-workers, very angsty but Seokjin provides comic relief

01 02 03 04 05 06 07  ✅

The Lottery Offering @skswriting - JJK | A, F, S, werewolf au, sort-of arranged marriage au  ✅

A Beautiful Epiphany @onherwings - JJK | A, S, F, friends to lovers, unrequited love, artist!jungkook  ✅

Au Naturel (sequel) - drabble, established au  ✅

Broken Dreams @ddaenysus - JJK | A, soulmate au, unrequited  ✅

And Mended Hearts (sequel) - A, S, soulmate au, college au   ✅

Coin Toss @yoondoze - JJK | A, mafia au, detective au, exes au, plot twist 👀  ✅

I Knew It Was You @hoseokmylovesworld - JJK | S, F, werewolf au, college au  ✅ 🎃

Little Blue @pars-ley - JJK | F, S, friends to lovers, college au, with TW   ✅

Little Blue Pill @dreamescapeswriting  - JJK | S, pwp, friends to lovers ✅ 

Smitten @megahwn - JJK | F, S, arranged marriage au, strangers to lovers au   ✅

Hit Me with Your Best Shot @namfine - JJK | S, pwp, martial arts, friends to lovers  ✅

Slow and Steady @yoonia - JJK | S, A, artist!jungkook, infidelity, established au   ✅

Cockblocked @mercurygguk - JJK | A, S, F, friends to lovers, roommates au  ✅

 everything I ever wanted (drabble) - morning after  ✅

What are you Afraid Of? @cupofteaguk - JJK | F, avatar the last bender au 

Part 2 (prompt: if you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed) - avatar au, F, S

demon-etized @jungkxook - KNJ | S, youtube au, ghost hunter au  🎃

Spellbound @jeonseok - JJK |  F, slight S, demon au, crack, romcom  ✅ 🎃

Raising Demons (sequel) - fluffy, smut, established au, crack  ✅ 🎃

What’s in a Name? @minsimagines - JJK | A, F, demon au, soul selling scenario, romance  

01 02 03 ✅  🎃

The Big Yellow School Bus  [15k] fringesofsanity [AO3] - JJK | S, A, F, noona, fwb au  ✅

once bitten, twice shy [5.6k] obiwrites [AO3] - JJK | A, F, implied S, exes au, parents au   ✅

Lose Somebody [26k] @kooala - JJK | A, F, slight S, exes au, camping au  ✅

Oh What a World [100k] @taestybae - PJM | A, S, F, fake marriage au, fallen idol au (been wanting to read this since July (!), will finally get to reading this 🥰)

series masterlist [18 chapters + epilogue]

🥕[Drabbles]

okay I just realized they’re all JJK drabbles 😅

Incandesce @eunoiabliss - 544 words | JJK | fantasy au, fluff  ✅

Forgetful Confession  @suhdays - 991 words | JJK |  fluff, slight angst, college au, friends to ???  ✅

Club @taleasnewastime - 2k | JJK | fluff, bestfriends  ✅

JJK Reincarnation drabble @ktheist - 571 words | JJK | F, reincarnation (?) | love love this 🥰  ✅

Pup @whipped-for-kpop-fics​ - 1.5k | JJK | F, humour, werewolf au, established au | this is cute and funny 🤣  ✅

A Line Crossed @underthejoon - 723 words | JJK | A, bodyguard au ✅

Rousing Rendezvous @rookiegukie - 1.5k | JJK |  smut, frenemies with benefits, modern royalty au  ✅

[mari-lair]

Norray halloween week Day 1: Ghosts!

If curious, below are some random info about this Teacher/ghost AU

Ray got a gun and he can use it. The ghost gun isn’t able to touch, much less physically hurt anyone, but it replicate the sound of a real gun, which contributed a lot to how low priced his haunted house rent has become. It nearly gave Norman a heart attack the first time he heard it.

After being dead for a while, Ray learned how to turn visible and invisible at will and play around small objects such as paper, shoes and butcher knives. He can control up to 4 small objects at a time or something relativaly heavy like a chair if he really concentrate. The more he got the hang of controling and moving small objects the lower his house rent become, rarely getting aggressive but still able to physically hurt people. On All Hallows Eve he can posses people’s bodies and get out of the house he haunts, but he always ends up back to his empty ‘home’ when the night is over.

Ray is an incredibly fast learner. Just by observing the people that visits his house, he learned a decent amount of modern english and understand the basics of how tecnology is a  thing now -he wished this advanced tecnology was invented when he was alive. It would make the of lack of food and nutrients less of a deadly nightmare in open sea.

As a pirate, Ray used to be the one in charge of doing most of the bloody work and take the night watch, protecting his captain’s back from both outside and inside forces. He was constantly alert, borderline paranoic. But as the years in death passed, he grew more calm, very patient. He usually don’t mind new people in his house, happy to learn more modern english and befriend the guests willing to tolerate him. If a new guest cross a line however,  Ray will do his best to scare them away. Hurt them or kill them by manipulating knives if he sees fit.

It’s very rare for adults to see Ray as anything other than a nonsense they have no energy to deal with or a warning sign for their crumbling lives, so he usually hang around kids. The childish company mellows him with time.

Ray is from a time where death was common and getting hurt was inevitable so what people consider pretty serious is something Ray considers mild “Why are you being so dramatic about seeing some bone? Be grateful your hand is still attached to your wrist after you slaped your daughter. If it wasn’t for her wishes you wouldn’t have legs to run away.”

Norman is considered a genius and have countless prizes under his belt. He wanted to go to the moon when he was a kid but because of his weak health, he knew he would not be acepted in the space program. He decided teaching was the next best thing later on, accepted as a teacher in a prestigious school while still young. He enjoys and understand all subjects but love history the most, unable to deny it was hard and frustrating to teach a whole class of teens at times but still liking his job. Having one student that was genuinaly interested in his class was more than enough to make his day.

When Norman first started teaching, he felt more responsable than he had his whole life. It wasn’t a bad feeling per see, but it made him anxious so he called his little sister Cherry once a week to ask her questions about her teachers and make sure he was doing a good job.

Norman may not be the funniest of teacher but he’s still a favorite for his palpable cares for his students. He does not make the subject easier than is requested but he put a lot of effort into making people enjoy their world history, teaching with passion and seriously answering any questions, no matter how silly or joking it sounds. He’s understanding and try his best to help those with dificulty with the subject, always giving people second chances, having lost countless nights of sleep correcting re-writen essays after deadlines and turning his test questions into podcasts for students with adhd, aware the big historical excerpts are fundamental for answering the test but too hard to focus, specially with limited time.

The lambda crew are problem children. Norman went the extra mile to save Barbara and Zazie from failing classes even outside history and left Vincent startruck with his wide knowladge about not only world history but a ton of subjects he could be teaching too if he wasn’t overworking himself. Norman is both happy to inspire the squad to study hard and also very awkward by their blind admiration.

The teacher had a firm “ghost don’t exist”  mentality, which is one of the reasons he brought the haunted house in the first place. He had chalked Ray up as an halucination from his sleep deprived brain, having the rotten luck of buying the house right after a bad guest owned. The ghost got more annoyed than usual from things as insignificant as Norman keeping the lights on for too long, putting music Ray doesn’t vibe with, or just acting unfairly cute, to more personal matters such as Norman studying about Ray and his family lives. They used to have a distant and bad relationship but once Ray noticed Norman had only admiration for history, being genuinaly kind when trying to talk instead of mocking his existence, Ray apologised. Norman was still wary at first but they quickly hit off, enjoying to learn what the other had to offer and matching in wits.

When Norman catch a fever or a bad cold Ray gets wary. He know, on some level, that medicine have evolved a lot, but he remenbers way too clearly how serious even the weakest of diseases could get if not imediatly treated.  He always stick by Norman’s side when the teacher sneezes, not taking his eyes off him. Usually Norman keep working when he catch a cold, so Ray learned to float Norman’s grading papers out of his reach when coughing joined his sneezes. Floating a paper is enough to get Norman to take a break most of the time, but if the get stubborn Ray will stop playing nice. Just lower his voice to comander mode and order “Rest. Now. Or I’ll make your life a living hell.” and Norman does what he’s told, it’s very unconfortable to have a gun in the face and he does feel very tired.

When Norman is seriously sick, not just coughing but stuck to his bed. Ray freak out and fear for his life. When it reached this level, most of his crewmates died or had to be thrown in the sea to not infect other. Yes Ray know it’s not as bad anymore, but even when he observed guests, they rarely got sick, and when it got bad they where taken to a doctor. Norman lives alone so he got no one to feed him and bring him blankets or take him to the doctor if he lies for hours in bed. Ray was all the help he would get and he is fucking dead, he can’t measure his temperature or take care of him properly. Ray does tries his best though. He concentrated a lot to float heavy blankets and pillows towards Norman. Imediatly fetching any pills asked of him and doing his best to make him tea. It isn’t tasty, but Norman still appreciates his care.

Ray is the first to fall in love, he think “If only I could  kiss this fool and hug him, I would do it on the daily. I wish he was alive back then... He would love meeting Emma...” at least once a week but a big part of him is just “Forget scurvy! Norman would die of cold or malnutricion before he reached 10. Thank god the helpless bastard took his sweet time to be born.”

Ray cannot touch any eletronics, he can’t even come close without phones, computers, and tvs turning to statics, so Norman buys an illustrated book about the Red Mane Pirates for Ray to see his crew again. He know is not perfect but is the best he can offer whenever Ray expresses missing his family.

They read together. Norman occasionally teaching a new word to his ghost and Ray correcting any historical inacuracy. It’s fun.

Norman finds an illustration of an alive Ray sleeping in the mast waaay too beautiful. Ray snort at the romantized draw, disolving into laughter by how Norman failed to hide his blush.

It became a habit to read history books together and tease each other. More often then not, it lead to a history class and way to much sass on both ends.

“Wait, so there really was a world war? I heard about it from old guests but I thought they were exagerating when they called world war! And what do you mean 2? There was a second one??”

“How did miss the second one? It was HUGE, quite horribl-”

“You were not even alive when it happened.”                                        

“Tecnically, you weren’t either Ray-” 

Ray is a bit scared of how attached he got to Norman, knowing eventually the man would die. He hopes it will take a long time, and that once he had a painless death, he will become a ghost too, but he doesn’t really believe Norman will ever turn into a ghost. Ray knows not everyone that dies became a ghost. Since someone as compassionable as Emma -even if she was forced to have blood and dirty choises on her hand to survive the merciless seas- was not cursed to became a ghost, he was confident someone as kind as Norman would dissapear from Ray’s afterlife once he died too.

More of this AU here

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And since you reached the end of this text wall. You can have this bonus Norman being awkward/excited about their growing friendship.

[vajranam]

Take 100% Responsibility For Your Life

I make prostration to the Three Rare Supreme Gems. “The Throwing Star Weapon Striking the Vital Point of the Foe.” I make prostration to forceful Yamantaka.

(1) In the case of peacocks strutting in jungles of poisonous plants, although medicine gardens have been finely decked out, the masses of peacocks don’t find (them) enjoyable. Rather, peacocks thrive on the nutriment of poisonous plants. Similarly,

(2) In the case of brave (bodhisattvas) engaging themselves in the jungles of recurring samsara, although glorious gardens of delights and pleasures have been decked out, the brave ones are never attracted. Rather, the brave-hearted thrive in the jungles of suffering.

(3) Thus, it’s the case that, despite our gladly taking on delights and pleasures, we bring sufferings (onto ourselves) through the power of our cowardice. But those brave-hearted ones take sufferings on gladly, and always are blissful through the power of their bravery.

(4) Now here, longing desire is like the poisonous plant jungles. Brave ones, like peacocks, can take it under their control, whereas to the lives of cowards, it would be deadly, similar to the case of crows. How could those with selfish desires take this poison under their control?

(5) And if they similarly tried to apply (this method) to the other disturbing emotions, it would take the life of their liberation, (also) similar to the case of crows.

(6) Thus, it’s the case that brave-hearted (bodhisattvas), like peacocks, transform into a nutriment the disturbing emotions – which are like the jungles of poison – and (thereby) engage themselves in the jungles of recurring samsara. In having gladly taken it on themselves, they’re able to destroy this poison.

(7) So now, while we’re circling (in samara) without control, we must cast away our selfish desires, our desires for pleasures, our delights – these messengers of the demon of grasping at a “true self” – and gladly take on, for the purposes of others, what’s difficult to do.

(8) We must pile on top of (this) “true self” that has desires for pleasures the sufferings appropriate to each of the nine kinds of beings, due to the push from their karmic impulses and their habituation to disturbing emotions.

(9) At times if we’ve come under the enthrallment of our selfish desires, we must turn from them and give our own pleasures and happiness to wandering beings; just as, at times, if wrongs befall us from our circle, we need to compose our hearts with a sense of contentment, feeling, “(This is) in return for having been distracted about my ‘true self.’”

(10) At times when unbearable sicknesses befall our bodies, this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from having inflicted harms to the bodies of wandering beings. Now, let’s take on ourselves (all their) sicknesses, barring none.

(11) At times when sufferings befall our minds, this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from having deeply disturbed the mind-streams of others. Now, let’s take on ourselves (all their) sufferings, barring none.

(12) When we ourselves are tormented by terrible hunger and thirst, this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from having taxed, plundered, stolen, and acted miserly (toward others). Now, let’s take on ourselves (all their) hunger and thirst, barring none.

(13) At times when, powerless, we’re enslaved by others and are maltreated, this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from having been hostile toward the lowly and exploited them as servants. Now, let’s use our bodies and lives for the service of others.

(14) When only nasty words befall our ears, this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from our misdeeds of speech, such as slander and the like. Now, let’s discredit all faults in our speech.

(15) When we’re born in lands that are completely impure, this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from having always been habituated to (seeing) appearances as impure. Now, let’s habituate ourselves to (seeing) appearances exclusively as pure.

(16) At times when we’re parted from helpful and loving friends, this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from having lured away to ourselves those in the circles of others. Now, let’s never cause (anyone) to withdraw from the circles of others.

(17) When all hallowed ones are displeased with us, this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from having forsaken the hallowed ones and entrusted ourselves to bad circles. Now, let’s rid ourselves of bad friends.

(18) At times when others (falsely) accuse us of the wrongs of having done or of having not done something, this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from ourselves having denigrated the hallowed ones. Now, let’s not denigrate others (falsely) for having done or for having not done something.

(19) At times when our material goods of necessity fall apart, this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from having considered of no value the necessities of others. Now, let’s help them acquire their necessities of life.

(20) At times when our minds are unclear and our hearts are unhappy, this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from having caused other people to build up negative force. Now, let’s give up (providing) conditions for others’ negative karmic force.

(21) At times when we’re frustrated from the depths of our minds that our works are never accomplished, this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from having caused interference to the hallowed ones’ deeds. Now, let’s rid ourselves of all our interference-making.

(22) At times when no matter how we’ve acted, it never pleases our gurus, this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from having acted two-facedly regarding the hallowed Dharma. Now, let’s minimize being two-faced regarding the Dharma.

(23) At times when people find fault with everything (we do), this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from having belittled moral self-dignity and care for how our actions reflect on others. Now, let’s be shy with respect to uncivilized (behavior).

(24) At times when, as soon as we gather a circle, disagreements (arise), this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from having peddled all around our bad ugly characters. Now, let’s act kindly toward anyone at all as our human characters.

(25) At times when all who are close rise up as our enemies, this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from having harbored inside us bad thoughts (about others). Now, let’s continually minimize our pretense and cunning.

(26) At times when we’re sick with consumption, tumors, or dropsy, this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from having had no morals and having commandeered religious offerings without caring. Now, let’s give up confiscating monastic property and the like.

(27) At times when, all of a sudden, infectious diseases strike our bodies, this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from having committed actions causing our spiritual bonds to decline. Now, let’s rid ourselves of destructive actions.

(28) At times when our intelligence becomes murky regarding everything knowable, this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from having made Dharma matters into things that are fit to be left to the side. Now, let’s habituate ourselves to discriminating awareness, such as from listening (to teachings) and the like.

(29) At times when sleep overwhelms us while practicing the Dharma, this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from having accumulated (acts of) defilement toward the hallowed Dharma. Now, for the sake of the Dharma, let’s practice what’s hard.

(30) At times when our mental wandering is great, delighting in disturbing emotions, this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from not having meditated on impermanence and the drawbacks of samsara. Now, let’s maximize disgust with recurring samsara.

(31) At times when no matter how we do things, they go astray, never working out, this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from having made light of karma and behavioral cause and effect. Now, let’s make effort to build up positive karmic force.

(32) At times when the measure of our having performed rituals is that things work out contrary (to what we had wished), this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from having placed our hopes and reliance on the side of black (magic). Now, let’s turn away from the side of black (magic).

(33) At times when our requests to the Three Precious Gems do not reach fulfillment, this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from not having had confidence in the Buddhas. Now, let’s entrust ourselves exclusively to the Precious Gems.

(34) At times when superstition, strokes, and possession by harmful spirits befall us, this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from having built up negative force with respect to the tantric deities and mantras. Now, let’s destroy all our bad understandings.

(35) At times when we have to wander about, like people not under their own control, this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from having kicked out gurus and others from where they are staying. Now, let’s never expel (anyone) from any place.

(36) At times when unwished for things happen, like frost, hail, and the like, this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from not having safeguarded properly the morality of our spiritual bonds. Now, let’s keep our spiritual bonds clean and so forth.

(37) At times when our desires are huge, but we’re poor in our wealth, this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from not having made donations or offerings to the Supreme Gems. Now, let’s make efforts regarding offerings and donations.

(38) At times when our faces and bodies are ugly, and our circle insults us, this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from having made ugly images and disturbed (others) with our anger. Now, let’s make (beautiful images of) deities and be long-suffering in temperament.

(39) At times when, no matter how we try, attachment and anger upset us, this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from having stubbornly harbored unseemly bad streams of (self-centered) thought. Now, let’s pull out from the root (concepts of) a “true self” and a “true you.”

(40) At times when no matter what we practice, it does not reach its aim, this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from having held a bad outlook inside. Now, no matter what we’re doing, let’s make it something for the purposes of others.

(41) At times when, although we’ve performed constructive actions, our own mind-streams are untamed, this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from having gladly taken on grand ambitions for this life. Now, let’s hold tightly onto the wish for liberation.

(42) At times when, no sooner do we plan (to do something), we reconsider and regret it, this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from running after those in lofty positions as our new friends, without caring how this reflects on our old ones. Now, let’s take care about how and with whom we make friends.

(43) At times when we ourselves have been swindled by others’ cunning, this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from our selfish desire, arrogance, and greed having been great. Now, let’s minimize our trying to make profit off of anyone.

(44) At times when attachment or hostility have led us astray while listening or explaining, this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from not having thought about the demonic faults in our hearts. Now, let’s examine (these) adverse conditions and then rid ourselves of them.

(45) When everything good that we’ve done has elicited a bad (response), this is the sharp weapon of negative karma circling back on us from having counterbalanced in an opposite manner all our repayments of kindness. Now, let’s accept on the crown of our heads repaying kindness.

(46) In short, the strikings, like lightning on our heads, of (disasters) never wished for are the sharp weapons of negative karma circling back on us, like the murder of a sword smith by his own (fashioned) sword. Now, let’s take care about our negative deeds.

(47) Our experiences, as well, of sufferings in the worse rebirth states are the sharp weapons of negative karma circling back on us, like the murder of an arrow smith by his own (fashioned) arrow. Now, let’s take care about our negative deeds.

(48) And the strikings, too, like lightning on our heads, of the problems of family life are the sharp weapons of negative karma circling back on us, like the murder of parents by a son they have raised. Now, it would be fitting forever to go forth (as monastics).

(49) That really is the way that it is! So, I’ve caught the enemy! I’ve caught the thieving bandit, who laid in ambush and deceived me, the fraud who, disguised as “me,” then cheated me! Aha! This is grasping at a “true self!” There is no doubt!

(50) Now, (Yamantaka,) raise over your head the sharp weapon of your actions! Circle it three times round your head in a forceful way! Plant your two feet wide apart for the two truths! Glare with your eyes wide open for method and wisdom! Bare your fangs for the four forces, and pierce the foe!

(51) O King of Pure Awareness Mantras that torment the enemy, draw out the spoiler of our spiritual bonds, who brings to ruin ourselves and others – that vicious savage, called “The Demon of Grasping at a ‘True Self’” – who, causing us to get struck by the sharp weapons of karma, has been making us run through the jungle of samsara, without any control.

(52) Draw him out! Draw him out! Forceful Yamantaka! Batter him! Batter him! Pierce the enemy, a “true self,” right in the heart! Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(53) Hum! Hum! Produce miraculous emanations, o great Buddha-figure! Dzah! Dzah! Bind this enemy up tightly! Phat! Phat! Free us, I beseech you, from all our fetters! Slash! Slash! I beseech you, cut the knot of our grasping!

(54) Come here, fierce Yamantaka, you Buddha-figure! Pray burst, right now – pow! pow! – this bag of karma and five disturbing emotions of poison, which keeps us stuck in the swamp of samsaric acts.

(55) Though having brought on ourselves the sufferings of the three worse rebirth states, we rush toward their cause, not knowing to be alarmed. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(56) Our wish for happiness is enormous, yet we fail to build up a network of its causes. Our tolerance for unhappiness is little, yet our ambitious desires and greed are great. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(57) Our expectations for speedy success are high, yet our perseverance in spiritual practice is low. The projects we engage in are abounding, yet we never bring any of them to their end. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(58) Our new friendships are copious, yet the future of our concern and sincerity in them is short. Our longing for food is tremendous, yet our hard work goes toward striving to plunder or steal (for it). Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(59) We’re experts at flattery and indirect pressure, yet the gloom of our dispositions is thick. We’re hard-working to gather and accumulate (wealth), yet despite what we have, we stingily clutch it. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(60) What we’ve done for everyone is little, yet our boasting about our hardships is great. What we’ve been responsible for (accomplishing) is nothing, yet our imposing posture is grand. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(61) Our spiritual teachers are numerous, yet our ability to carry the load of our spiritual bonds is minute. Our disciples are abundant, yet it being time to nurture and help them is rare. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(62) Our spiritual promises are grand, yet our practice of helping (others) is tiny. Our spiritual renown is tremendous, yet when it’s examined, (even) worldly gods and demons would be ashamed. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(63) The extent of our listening (to teachings) is miniscule, yet our bragging and showing off with empty words is huge. The extent of our scriptural knowledge is tiny, yet, understanding nothing, we (pretend that we) understand a lot. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(64) Our circle (of followers) and attendants is vast, yet those who bear (in mind what we say) include none. The officials (we know) are plentiful, yet when we need backing and support, we’re bereft of protectors. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(65) Our status is lofty, yet our qualifications are less than those of a ghost. We’re (considered) great gurus, yet our attachment and anger are coarser than those of a demon. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(66) Our philosophical view is the highest, yet our conduct is worse than that of a dog. Our good qualities are abundant, yet we cast to the wind their (ethical) base. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(67) All our innermost longings, we keep (hidden) inside us. While all our affairs that have gone crooked, we blame on others, contrary to fact. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(68) We’ve clothed ourselves in robes of saffron, but then sought protection and refuge from ghosts. We’ve taken on vows (of ethical discipline), but then made our behavior comparable to that of a demon. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(69) Our joy and happiness have been provided by (entrusting ourselves to) the heavenly (Buddhas), but then we’ve made offerings to mischievous ghosts. Our guidance has been fashioned by the Dharma, but then we’ve deceived the Rare Supreme Gems. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(70) We’ve entrusted ourselves to monastic seclusion forever, but then we’ve been carried away by distractions. We’ve requested hallowed Dharma and the spiritual sciences, but then nurtured (others) with prognostications with dice. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(71) We’ve discarded our ethical discipline (as homeless monastics) – the path to liberation – and then grasped onto a home. We’ve thrown joy and happiness into the river, and then run after woes. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(72) We’ve discarded the ford (to cross) to liberation, and then wandered about to the ends of the earth. We’ve found precious human bodies, and then (used them to) accomplish (rebirth in) the joyless hell realms. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(73) We’ve set aside the special (benefits) that come about through the Dharma, and then tried to make profit through business transactions. We’ve set aside the Dharma schools of our gurus, and then wandered about the area of towns. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(74) We’ve set aside our own livelihood, and then stolen for our income. We’ve set aside the sustenance (inherited) from our parents, and then robbed it from others. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(75) Wow! Our fortitude for meditation is little, yet (we expect) our advanced awareness to be sharp. We’ve not taken the first step of the spiritual path, yet our legs are rushing after meaningless things. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(76) We’re given advice for our benefit, and then, with angry minds, take (the persons) as foes. We’re fooled by deceitful (flattery), and then, without a brain, we repay their kindness. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(77) We’re trusted as intimates (by others), and then reveal their innermost secrets to their foes. We’re befriended in goodwill, and then, without care for how it reflects on them, rob them of their inner strength and courage. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(78) Our short temper is perfect, yet our prejudices are coarser than those of anyone. We have difficulty in being friends, yet we continually arouse (others’) bad characters. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(79) When asked to do something (for others), we don’t listen, but rather covertly try to cause (them) harm. When we’re agreed with, we don’t bow (and accept), but rather distance ourselves and seek to argue on. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(80) We get mentally upset at (others’) advice, and then always have difficulty in being friends. Things that cause us offence are aplenty, yet our holding on (to them) is always tight. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(81) Our put-down of high ones is heavy; we hold holy beings to be our foes. Since our lust is enormous, we eagerly take on young people (as partners). Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(82) Since the future duration (of our friendship) is short, we cast off at a distance former friends. Since our new friendships are copious, we lay out before all of them empty promises of fun. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(83) Since we lack clairvoyance, we must readily accept deprecation for our lies. Since we have no compassion, we snatch away the trust (in us of others) in their hearts. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(84) Since our listening (to teachings) is negligible, we must scratch around and guess about everything. Since the extent of our scriptural knowledge is tiny, we generate distorted views about all. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(85) Since we’ve habituated ourselves to attachment and anger, we berate all our opponents. Since we’ve habituated ourselves to jealousy, we libel and discredit others. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(86) We haven’t made proper studies, and so we’re dismissive of the vast (teachings). We haven’t entrusted ourselves to gurus, and so we berate their oral transmission. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(87) We can’t explain The Three Baskets, and so we feign (teachings) that we have made up. We haven’t gained mastery through (genuine) pure visions, and so the gauge (for the authenticity) of our discourse is that we speak, reprimanding. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(88) Toward non-Dharmic actions, we don’t make any censure. But toward all excellent explanations (of the Dharma), we spout forth with insult. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(89) Toward situations to be ashamed of, we don’t hold any shame. But toward what isn’t to be ashamed of, we distortedly hold them as shameful things. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(90) What’s proper to have been done, we don’t do even once. But what’s not fitting to be done, we do them all. Crash, really crash down, right on the head of (this) ruinous concept! Deal the death blow to the heart of this butcher, a “true self,” our foe.

(91) (O Yamantaka), endowed with a Blissfully Gone (Buddha’s) Dharmakaya, destroyer of the demon, the view of a “true self” – oh, wow – (o you,) with strength and force, and possessing a skull-headed bludgeon – the sharp weapon of your actions of no “true self” – circle it three times round your head, with no indecision.

(92) We beseech you, free us from this enemy, with your great ferocious force! We beseech you, smash this bad thought, with your great discriminating awareness! We beseech you, protect us from karma, with your great compassion! We beseech you, demolish (this) “true self,” once and for all!

(93) As much suffering that there is in samsaric beings, heap it, definitely, I beseech you, on my grasping at a “true self!” As much of the five poisonous disturbing emotions that there are in anyone, heap it, definitely, I beseech you, on this one, who’s the same class!

(94) Although we’ve identified, through reason, beyond any doubt, the root of our faults, like this, barring none, if you can expose (any part of us that’s) still taking its side, we beseech you, demolish that very one who’s taking it!

(95) Now, having placed all the blame on one thing, let’s meditate strongly on kindness toward all beings. Having taken on our own mind-streams what others never wished for, let’s dedicate to every wandering being the roots from our constructive acts.

(96) By having taken on ourselves, like that, (the negative consequences) of what others have done over the three times through their three gateways (of action), may the disturbing emotions be transformed into aids for enlightenment, like peacocks having radiant color through (feeding on) poisonous plants.

(97) And by having given to wandering beings the roots from our constructive acts, and, like curing with medicine crows who have eaten poisonous plants, having saved (then) the life of liberation for all beings, may they quickly attain Blissfully Gone Buddhahood.

(98) Till the time when we and all who have been our fathers and mothers attain enlightenment in Akanishta, the Realm Beneath None, may we mutually (help) one another to uphold but one mind ( – the bodhichitta aim – ) although, through our karma, we may roam through the six wandering states of samsara.

(99) During that time, when we’ve undertaken to enter the three worse rebirth states, even for the sake of a single wandering being, may we lead out of the sufferings of the worse rebirth states (everyone there), never letting our great bodhisattva behavior decline.

(100) As soon as (we’ve landed there), may the guardians of the joyless hell realms come to recognize us as their gurus. May even the (rain of) sharp weapons turn into a shower of flowers, and may peace and happiness flourish, with there being no more harm.

(101) Then, when even those in the worse rebirth states have attained advanced awareness and retention power (for the Dharma), and, having taken on heavenly or human bodies, they’ve developed bodhichitta, may they repay, with their Dharma (practice), the kindness received from us. May they entrust themselves (to us), having taken us as their gurus.

(102) At that time, may all wandering beings in higher status rebirths as well, having meditated supremely on no “true self” (of all things), similar to that regarding the “true self” (of persons), then meditate with absorbed concentration, nonconceptually, on the equal nature of compulsive samsara and tranquil nirvana. And may they recognize themselves as being in this equal nature.

(103) If we’ve done like that, this enemy will be destroyed. If we’ve done like that, the concept (of it) will be destroyed. Having meditated on no “true self,” with nonconceptual deep awareness, how could we not have attained the causes for the effect: a Buddha’s Form Body?

(104) Hey, those like me! All of those are things that dependently arise, and what relies on dependently arising cannot be self-supporting. Changing into that over there and changing into this over here, their false appearances are an illusion. They are reflections that (merely) appear, like a whirling firebrand.

(105) Like a plantain tree, our life force has no core. Like a bubble, our life span (too) has no core. Like a fog, having descended, they’re things that disperse. Like a mirage, they’re things that are beautiful (just) from afar.

(106) Like reflections in a mirror, they seem so real, so real. Like a cloud or a mist on a mountain, they seem to stay and to stay.

(107) This butcher, a “true self,” the enemy, is like that. Seeming like it exists and exists, it never has existed at all. Seeming like it is true and true, it’s never been experienced as true anywhere. Seeming like it appears and appears, it’s beyond being an object that can be added or taken away.

(108) Whatever sharp weapons of karma that that (butcher) possesses, although they, too, lack self-establishing natures, like this (enemy) does, they dawn like the reflection of the moon in a full cup of water. These karmic causes and effects are assorted displays that are false, yet, while being mere appearances, hey, I tell you, “We must accept and reject (the appropriate actions).”

(109) When, in the dream world, there blazes an eon-ending fire, though it lacks a self-establishing nature, yet we’re still terrified. Likewise, though what occurs in the joyless hell realms and the like lack self-establishing natures, yet because of fear of being boiled, burned, and so forth, we need to abandon (their karmic cause).

(110) When we’re delirious with a fever, even though there’s no darkness, (we feel like) we’re passing into a deep, long cavern and suffocating. Likewise, although unawareness and so on lack self-establishing natures, we must clear away their delirium with the three types of discriminating awareness.

(111) When musicians are playing a beautiful song, and we analyze, there’s no self-establishing nature of the sound. Yet when we don’t analyze, a melodious sound, which is an accumulation, has been produced and then has relieved the torment in people’s minds. Similarly,

(112) When we thoroughly analyze karmic cause and effect, although they lack self-establishing natures as being the same or as being different, yet, seemingly appearing and appearing, phenomena are made to arise and perish. And seemingly existing and existing, we experience various (things) arising and perishing. Yet, while being mere appearances, hey, I tell you, “We must accept and reject (the appropriate actions).”

(113) When a vase has been filled by drops of water, the vase wasn’t filled by the first drop, and likewise not by each (of the others) – the last one and so on. But rather the vase is full through a dependently arisen accumulation. Similarly,

(114) When we experience any happiness or suffering as a karmic result, it isn’t by means of the first instance of its cause, and it isn’t by means of the last instance and so forth. We experience happiness and suffering through a dependently arisen accumulation. Yet, while being mere appearances, hey, I tell you, “We must accept and reject (the appropriate actions).”

(115) Wow! These appearances of pleasant things which, unexamined (seem to exist as if) all alone, have no core, and yet these things (still) appear as if truly existing! That’s profound! But, it’s difficult for the lesser-minded to see.

(116) Yet now, when we totally absorb on this (voidness), what is there even that is definitely merely appearing? What is there that is existent (at all)? What is there that’s even nonexistent? What is there anywhere that can be asserted as existence or nonexistence?

(117) But if we place our intelligence, without any contriving, serenely in its primordial state, which doesn’t contain objects and what have those objects (both) having actual true natures, and which is parted from all accepting and rejecting and parted from mental fabrication, we shall become great beings.

(118) By practicing conventional bodhichitta and deepest bodhichitta like that, and bringing to completion, without interruption, our buildup of the two enlightening networks, may we attain the splendor (of enlightenment, fulfilling) the two aims.

(Colophon:)

In a jungle retreat where various fearsome beasts of prey roamed, Dharmarakshita, a great yogi (endowed with) scriptural knowledge, logic, and realization, composed (this text) called “The Throwing Star Weapon, Striking the Vital Point of the Foe” in accord with the words of his hallowed gurus. Then he practiced it in that fearsome jungle retreat during his degenerate age.

He imparted it to Atisha, and then Atisha, as well, practiced it, never just partially in this direction or that, in order to tame the many limited beings that were difficult to tame. When he developed realization, he proclaimed these verses in fact:

When I abandoned royalty and practiced difficult austerities, I built up the positive force so that I was able to meet my superlative guru. In showing me this nectar-like teaching, he conferred upon me the power of the Dharma. Having obtained an opponent for the present day (problems), I committed it to memory.

When, having spread my intelligence out and studied all around, without being partisan toward any system, although I saw fathomless wonders (in all of them), this teaching (in particular) has brought benefit in these degenerate times.

From among the many unimaginable disciples he had in India and Tibet, Atisha imparted this teaching to Upasaka Dromtonpa – who had been prophesied by fathomless Buddha-figures, such as the Vanquishing Lady Tara, to be their most fitting vessel – so that it could tame the uncivilized disciples of remote Tibet. The triumphant fatherly (Atisha) and his spiritual son (Dromtonpa) themselves served as the pandit teacher and translator for it.