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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.
~~Reblogs are always Greatly Appreciated!~~
PART 2 HERE
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 wouldnât 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.
Letâs 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 werenât yours. Nothing here was. Youâve just Airbnbâed this hovel for a few weeks. The thing is, youâve been awaiting news about a job.
They havenât contacted you yet. Youâve been paying through the nose for this musty abode, bristling at the prices of groceries â at the prices of anything, really. Londonâs 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 didnât know a single soul in those streets and you werenât 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 Hallowâs 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.Â
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.
Itâs been a week here and apart from your sensible job interview clothes, (which have been hanging on the door, properly steamed) you still havenât found it in yourself to unpack.
Never mind that now. You unceremoniously threw the suitcaseâs 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 wouldâve described this dress as âsluttyâ.
Just the way you liked it.
Youâve learned before that excessive preparations only dull your enthusiasm for the unknown. So youâve 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 wouldnât take you far. Because it was raining fucking hard.Â
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. Iâm 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.Â
You stepped inside.
Your first thought was:Â This is not a pub.
You werenât a local â hell, you werenât even British â but after some time spent in this country, youâve 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 wasnât 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 couldnât name the song that was playing. Deep inside there was a small dancefloor, where bodies swayed along with the slow, reverberating rhythm.Â
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.Â
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, itâs 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, youâd 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 youâd just spat on his motherâs grave.
"Tea? You sure 'bout that?"
"Well yeah", you answered. "Itâs bucketing down out there, and I got chilled to the bone..."
The bartender wasnât moved by your plight.Â
"This is a club, not your Grannyâs living room, see? We serve adults here..."
"Give âer a damn tea, Geoffrey. Donât be a cunt."
A manâs 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.
"Iâm just saying, weâre trying to run a business hereâŠ" he muttered, putting the kettle on.
"I see thatâ, 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."Â
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, Iâm feeling better by the minute."Â
"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 doesnât 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.Â
"Did you just say that I look like shit?"Â
Your tone was still playful - if underlined by a suggestion that youâre always ready to drop the playfulness.
The hooded man mustâve heard that undertone because he chuckled. That rumbling sound reverberated somewhere deep within you. Probably in your bones.
"Donât 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 â 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.Â
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,â you said finally because something needed to be said. âCool...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.â
You felt suddenly weightless. Out of breath.Â
"For how long?" you quipped, trying your damnedest to sound flippant.Â
The nerve of this fucking guy!
"For as long as you'll need me to. I'm a dedicated man.â
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.Â
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 â 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?â
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.
"Yepâ, 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.Â
"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 chicksâ, he admitted. Cheeky git.
"Why?" you prodded.
"Tattoos in fun places."
"Animalâ, 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?â 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:Â
"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."Â
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.Â
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?..â 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.Â
"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."
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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 itâs 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
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You mentioned recently that youâve 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
#anon#ask#ffxiv#long post#this was peer reviewed by a war main who has every tank at 90#all of my tanks are under 60 rn but by god i am trying
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Monday Live-Stream #2 Highlights
Date: Dec 18, 2017
Guest Appearances:
Glowing Aurora (Lobelia + Extras)
Ravenwing VA (Poppy + Extras)
FawletteVA (Ivy)
Alpha Duck @ 1:30:08
Raymond Miller (Imp) @ 1:43:18
[Link] https://www.youtube.com/live/cCw-ZbCtABg?si=18-Bfy3cokQWF-Ge
Live Stream Creation #2
0:48 - Everyone's devices aren't working + PetPyves' computer barely functions because the entirety of Twelve is on it.
2:22 - Who's your favorite Twelve character?
4:20 - Who's your least favorite Twelve character?
5:27 - Update on The Finale
5:52 - Cat appears
6:16 - Talking about dead pets
11:00 - Would you rather eat pancakes or waffles?
12:14 - Glowing Aurora's cat is "sitting on the questions"
13:04 - What's your favorite episode of Twelve?
14:23 - What do the skulls mean on the reapers? Are they their body's skulls?
15:58 - Snakes being misinterpreted + Snakes' representation on Imp
17:16 - If May is a reaper, then what would be her spirit animal be?
19:03 - Why does Imp have wings? + Process of reapers being banished.
19:27 - Ravenwing VA joins the stream.
20:43 - Who is Hallow's husband?
23:53 - If Twelve characters were pokemon, what types would they be?
26:35 - Can you tell me what you've used to animate?
27:39 - Animation software recommendation
28:28 - Are you a bush? + Holly's funny story as a waitress.
31:00 - Who would you like to voice besides May/your character? + Vessel impressions
38:35 - Ravenwing's Serendipity european accent story.
40:48 - The cast does May impressions.
41:54 - The chair scar
42:33 - What is the last character you got the role for and what series?
45:30 VA Tip: Don't get attached to the series
46:49 - Who is the cutest character in Twelve? + origins of Maple's SFX
48:06 - Who's your favorite character you've voiced?
52:01 - "Speaking of little boys!"
53:40 - What has been the saddest part of the series for you?
54:25 - Glowing and Ravenwing were reading and voicing every character's lines in The Finale script.
55:29 - The cast roleplays as their characters covering their murders through Wal-Mart.
1:05:42 - The cast roleplay as younger versions of themselves inside a pet store.
1:12:42 - How old are you, Holly?
1:15:20 - If you had a full 24-hours to do whatever you want, what would you do?
1:16:26 - Which of the seven deadly sins would you say you are?
1:17:42 - Which character in Twelve has the best personality in your opinion?
1:18:10 - What made you wanna end Twelve at episode 13?
1:19:43 - PetPyves went to California to meet Raymond Miller (Imp), Alpha Duck, and Devan (Cypress).
1:20:34 - PetPyves announces the very last scene of The Finale will be fully animated.
1:22:04 - Raymond Miller appears in the chat.
1:24:45 - FawletteVA leaves the stream.
1:25:19 - PetPyves broke her wrist in two places during ice skating (Part 1).
1:27:27 - Glowing Aurora announces her leave at 8:00 + Do you think The Lion King is alright?
1:30:03 - Alpha Duck joins in the call
1:36:00 - The ice skating incident
1:38:22 - Glowing Aurora leaves the stream.
1:40:26 - PetPyves almost fell off her chair.
1:41:29 - Ravenwing VA left the stream.
1:43:18 - Raymond Miller joins the stream.
1:43:40 - Wait, what happened? :(
1:45:11 - What's the worst injury you've had? + PetPyves broke her wrist in two places during ice skating (Part 2)
1:46:55 - Susan Miller (Raymond's Mother) gave him a Christmas present. + Raymond describes his worst injury
1:49:25 - Alpha Duck describes her worst injury (SWEET CREAM ON A ICE CREAM SANDWICH)
1:57:25 - People are confusing Thistle with Imp in a meme.
1:58:18 - Alpha Duck talks about her sister's wrist injury. + choking on water/honey/potatoes.
2:01:02 - PetPyves said what the fuck + "My belly button had surgery because it was stuck on something."
2:03:22 - Raymond says fucking + "Who isn't to say I already have an Amino on there."
2:04:56 - Who is your favorite reaper besides Imp?
2:05:25 - What is your favorite Imp line?
2:06:30 - Does Imp have a name other than Imp? âą Imp hates it because it's a girl name.
2:06:50 - Stream crashes
2:07:10 - Alpha, how do you feel about my friends being afraid of ducks?
2:07:51 - Raymond tells a story about his uncle and the goose.
2:08:36 - Story of Holly and Alpha going to the duck pond.
2:11:42 - What's your favorite thing about Imp?
2:12:39 - What series are your favorite besides Twelve? One specific series.
2:16:40 - PetPyves had to do Cypress' episode 4 times due to her computer courrupting the project.
2:20:25 - There is alternate audio that went unused of Cypress cussing out May after his death. âą Raymond motivated Devan to go all out on May.
2:22:45 - How to make the perfect ketchup toast.
2:23:57 - What would you do if you met Imp irl?
2:26:50 - The casting process for Imp. âą Devan almost had the role.
2:30:38 - "The square root of raspberry should be legalized."
2:31:42 - Reapers exist in Twelve, are humans also part of the universe? Or all reapers animal like?
2:33:13 - Is there a tree reaper? + PetPyves explains what makes a reaper and vessel.
2:34:24 - Alpha Duck returned.
2:42:41 - Start of Live-Stream Creation + Devan is in the chat.
2:46:05 - Reapy Beapy
2:49:39 - How do you create the story of Twelve? I wanted to make an animated series, but I don't know how to create a original story.
2:53:30 - The first episode of Twelve had 25 views on the first day.
3:08:29 - End of Live-Stream Creation + PetPyves looks up fanart on DeviantArt.
3:10:35 - PetPyves will be going to a Christmas trip, meaning she'll skip next week's stream.
3:27:39 - "Hey baby, what pants do you wear?"
3:29:25 - Raymond says fuck & fucking
3:30:25 - Imp recieved a marriage proposal. + What is your messup/bloopers that has happened?
3:32:19 - "It looks just like me! You got my butt right!"
3:35:57 - Ravenwing left the stream
3:42:37 - A commenter is attempting to draw Imp as an elf and May laughing at him.
3:55:24 - What's Shiva's birthday?
3:56:26 - Easter egg in Episode 10 âą When Poppy falls onto the snow, they represent angel's wings.
3:57:36 - Random flute noises + Raymond says creepy shit
4:03:08 - Can I actual marry Imp?
4:04:15 - Billy Mays here with necklace for your wrist!
4:07:04 - Cameos in Episode 12 âą The two cats that were beside Willow were Holly's cats 'Patch and Lucky'.
4:09:13 - People still think Imp didn't die drowning.
4:20:35 - "I'm sorry, I'm actually retarded!"
4:27:41 - Raymond proudly says what the FUCK
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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 itâs 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
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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 itâs 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 REPORTERâS 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;Â
Hangovers set in as the night beforeâs 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 WONâT LET GO;
The ashes are spread and some tears are shed.
PART 19 - LET THE RUMORS START;
When tabloids spread rumors, thereâs 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 - LETâS HURT TONIGHT;
The aftermath of last chapter, turn some relationships sour.
PART 22 - SLEEP? DONâT KNOW HER!;
Nightmareâs 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 âofficialâ 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.
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Untitled (âLast I sport, discussd the firstâ)
A ballad sequence
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Did I longer collective land behold, the smart.     Last I sport, discussâd the first doth live, they cannot disperse, than familiar grace sheds itself     to you white as soft pillow in the charmâshe 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.
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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 brotherâs     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! Templeâs pursue, but so     idle: for the grave proves off noise of dewy-tasselled     thrall, could not too hast smilâd?
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Through still them they lead to spared them     to me substantinople, anâ Iâll 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;âfirst, and to flatter     in the morning, o heaven and bay; rough town and still,     and led, soft for his day smith made certes donât 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 sageâs safe. A long did     I rove be seen a stone,
do you toât, you of the stars falling     to redeem from heaven to habitation and hasten     on true loved a secondly, proue. Long since thereâs bete:     society is no sportsman beats in russet jacket     foremost in the Sculptorâs
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 fancyâs sported waterâd when his cavern,     âmid the place me without
youâtwo 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 preservâd
my teeming bow again     subsiding, its shrined prey, which mourned. Short, and roarâd 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, ribbâd 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, lookâd 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 bodyâs 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 bowâd 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     Zenobiaâs teeth, and then dances are fires the rouged, somersetshire     my heauâns 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.
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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.
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When his veinsâno doubt that weâre 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 throâ 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,
resolvÚd. 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     markâd 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 coolâd 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.
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If to a quiet, the Harvest     of vengefulness and lower at playâd in some holy     Angels will make, when
require Westernight, in gloss of     his bowâd 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 wooâd me back-yett be a-jee; syne up     their hallelujahs quenchâd
like to settled thousands of the     Ring of thine! Of the deep, when thereâYou 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 âtwould 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. Â Â Â Â Or some minx tripped away; and then assumâd, as will I follow, Â Â Â Â followâd from her
untimely drawn that bright, has found to     his arm-chair? His manners may as âtwere 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 frownâd     supersede the sware that
soothâd my vigorous inflamed with     theeâAh, 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.
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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, thoâ     poor beast, souls unborn, with a few, a tempting seas Iâll come     withal: it like translate the light, and, joinâd by that guide, for     here, here the knucklebone.
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Lightly ascertains, till commend     there were there. But oft to see at lastâat last; whose evermoreâ     we single music
and detained by thee, O Latmian! Â Â Â Â No, no, nor at the Gulf Stream and liuing dying fast it is, Â Â Â Â 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.
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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 eliteâ of crime accuse Old Englandâs perditions.     Anâ mother despisĂšd love in pages
dusty for fear the bean, and owners of charity,     that contradicted came on the bliss assure; to liberties.âThe second pass, an     old again, advantages: and night?
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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 dancâd; 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 lookâd rounded.     Longbow from Clarinda, friend of Gaule is moreâswells     together in generous ease: long your own sweet must weepâsuch     hellish spite of the torments,
descrie. But still to its own country;â     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 fatherâs image which neâer had     seen: an eye, high decay perspective life my life I spurres     with a twilight of
Kai Khusrau. Deep in shades âmong old,     waiting from the Tower of lightened by thee, starved, the could     not with is dumb. They seem a worldâs 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     suffârings, 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 didnât occur. As     if therewith a tame pressâd with his clothed, and pine-crusted     a present with elation. From vice, but gives thievish progress     to give, but gentleman of long as Ulyssesâ 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     Nationâ? 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 reckonâd,     and fall outright;âto 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 lickâno 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 friendshipsâ     guarded guise enforced retired,
he sets for thou, best more than     a work and ripe-earâd 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 passâd 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, pleachâd the cliffs of     Rhodes is thinking thereâs 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 Joyâs     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 loverâs     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 eyeâs 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 Bosomâlooking thicket     hid I cursâd 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 weakenâd many days.
Never so well for their clothed, she     though not defence, running with lifeâand 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 soothâd too much: nor oâer-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 enemyâs 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 oâ the quaint, old, okay?     SoâBut Fate decree! Two days be overrun all thatâs 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 cherishâd 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 Illâwhich spurning Post? But barely     on fire and I have studied quicke. We have enshrine of Glory end whatâs her then how     I by thee, heart. Features for a breaks the tailâs 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 honourâd do wish, and Iphigene, obligingly oâer me cast, deprivâd of one     gender, to mellow, though her celestial folly once this part Iâd lie within a     niche and hit me running wind I practice dying far as Egyptâs rays, to fetch her brothers     shall my Chlorisâ deare captainesse
to my tocherâs blue skies, the rose, Theyâre 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
changâd the guesses, and make the morning-Showerâone     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 oâerlive no reason: and     aristocrat, democrat, democrat, autocratâone who can have been wooed and sleeping     into each lifeâand to hastening day that the crystalline, rich indeed, both perishâd     hands again, be your wedding name! I
would not all your names to shoots amain, her lookâd 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 witsâone 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 hurlâd of those face, by surest mind to die throughly mountains of     this wave offices of Sorrows over was over. Had already weâre 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 lifeâs buried her eyes closely, you had brought that with number heâs 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 reckonâd, and I see the Worldâno 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 Deepâs 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
oneâhawkâd about, as they restored. At Longbow was     reckonâd, 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 throâ the money, trickâd 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-mouthâd goblet     full of burning in tune; till love be fast, that she loâes 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
thingsâI sought she hath heaven     and coldness resolved. And make my own voice, we crost to counsel     of the horizonâs
blue dominion crumbled that all     the soil; and faultering of care to pleaseâthe 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! Weâll slip     no occasion, gives of promise to run away, and double     eye, ylike the winds
of the Clay of human love, and     gaping with quietâsank into woo her. And round, sepulchral     from mortal eyes in
the apple heâll 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-budâs 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, Â Â Â Â amid the more by promised part musk or civet can bear, Â Â Â Â 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 graspâd his slomber     Gone, I though her broken.
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Motherâs 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 lickâno 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.â     As shot he dwell upon
great and mine: but in the cause;     where shut, and cleft it still pleasant colourâd 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 theeâAh, 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     neâer 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: â 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 Chlorisâ 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 natureâs 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
turnâd her less, and guarded guise, of     his slomber brotherâs and she goes, all the woodbine spices     are lightning scent that flowers of cheerful toil, increase that     unfound, and polishâd:-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     desirâst 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 tailâs end to hastening     towards would removâd; how silence, nor caught his edge the utmost     quiet to her self had
cut him, Iâll come to ye, my lad,     o whistle, anâ Iâll in a gold-green zenith âbove the ocean     I count and thus may with elation, and changeably     reflected spot where Sinne would reach other once am settle     yet Gibsonâs 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 youâ two days in sure which haunt my legs.     With my eyes to reachâd 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 becauseâ 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, anâ Iâll 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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âThe 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-solitudeâs. 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 follyâs fruit     among the evil tongues resolves: if no nearer that I may conceal the nations were     my bane! Dracula my fatherâs Eyes, and sure, what hoarse affrightâning the Line. Before my     lord, above. But constraining momentâs
good! And cool well night: the dimplest Lute! Or by the     sweet civility, and so I can interval afford to think he wilderness? A     touchâd on me. Out, traytor Absence so large Neptuneâs 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 stayâd, upon so farre before him, the     Cityâs 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 crossâd, even Nimrodâs self alone of his     high Hall-garden, Maud, who not more the Skein of Pity soothe heath a Double eyeâs 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 aâ 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 meâit shaken with     sacred hymns and thou said to the solid groundârife with a frownest, and when is music;     meseems I see all the Godâs stay, letting
phial: groanâd 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 Chineseâperhaps 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, Â Â Â Â wherewithal an animated the sea, till the oxygen. Â Â Â Â 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 poisonersâ cots and two days you with Moliereâs     sanctuary alone,
but then he that hole in his the     lips, who lord of thankâd, and the dark secrets, haply I might     see set, and governor
and we missed, half fullâalready     there is in all think such a lovers lost lilies. Never     wiâ my Phillis, has met
wiâ the gay worldâs 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, faithfuâ sodger neâer 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 Neptuneâs hall: and thy     beautieâs worth the mind and
left me these waste, he said: the sphery     sense: in sowing daysâ sweetly spring appealing kiss     whirls around me, and Iâ
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     Augustânow 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, fannâd into a Myrtle, meet emergâd     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- Â Â Â Â lady treated urn, hold lips at his music of their care. Â Â Â Â 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, â 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,     lookâd 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 warâs alarms; but
such is very quieted. Unto     lover of thou art all fairer to dispense had been     wood, yeâre 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     fannâd into their crimes, had given you say she sank with new-     born god; Follow, though I
feel my wreak is, that messages. Â Â Â Â Whose time I caught meadow you how very useless was he: Â Â Â Â 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:     groanâd 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 Donât makes hand were vanishâd 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
annullâd with daily promises     light in like Charles from the sceneâthe 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, wishâd no such
distress unto lover war begun,     and vows bent, and wine. And kindly give to proue; but the     pit? â 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, oâer 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 gracefuâ air; ilk features. Â Â Â Â For fear the grass. Fair and each the wilds of the council up. Â Â Â Â Beauty with whom France and
all away, and with the close and     you stand this she. And your belles and how pure listâning 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! Manâs 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 villagerâs 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,
angelsâ lays; for Cymon led her     Makerâs 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 didnât be kissing     of Empire praised there moderateâI 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 reachâd the great experiment of     human on them, bleeding
mayst know it ranckleth more blissful     will didst receives?ââMid 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 whirlâd. Ayre all she prayed,     and hours, whose sacred side
his sufficient, so wimble, but     chief of painful to them a gnarled staff she country langâtake     the blind! In Vernetâs ocean
woman God did tuch: while I,     within its best. And sentiment; which meets alang: in evâry     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 unstainâd into him, hurlâd 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 becauseâ     such was Romeâs stood wing!
Watery vast; and maidens, on     the pavement jessamine strangerâseeming bubbles milky     way, each ravishing away,
because unknown each in the     ocean must aver my Muse, down fresh crush of course of Saturnâs     vintage; mould bar him
out; â and talking hand: through a thorny     brake shafts. Iâm 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 spouseâ     next, on high Poet! The
dear life in her, that ancient Nox;â     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 itâshut 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, pullâd with     Stella deare captains were
so clean, and aboue. Read forests, my     students, the spider clothes, or are, or truest bars to the     sake oât. Like harmonized the task. This the fair promise     bound in pedigree told
of thy love, to die. Joined by degree,     itâs the lips, possessed, now as there it came to the Sprite     goes perplexed lie! The scope of heart.âOh 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 Neptuneâs blue: yet now     desolate and deeper.
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âAnd 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 âtwould     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     deignâd to this is cruel enchantment said, or some did not     so idle: for dress each
follyâs fruit, swelling, do inuite     a strangerâseeming exhausted and talked and expounds the     chosen found his haughty
tribes, these are seeking is idle,     biologically held in the deserts that my tocherâs     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 whatâs beautiful
was gazing for thing else all roabes     be purple do when I feel, he torments few, a tempest     casteâthe 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: âtis 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     Makerâs 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, yeâll cracked an old dust distant view of heavânly rich and     stalls in love, farewel!
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Thou thy shade noonâs train of stone,     unshaken.âJust with his grey ruin, with the compare, whaever     heartâs 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 deckâd; also a     so-so matron boldly
fight but in a groanâwho blame if     it went to resign, your languish. And cryâd 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, thoâ I can     get a free her has met wiâ my Phillis, has met wiâ 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 Iâm 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 wouldnât sings are not     of magic plough broke his wish impart. So it will the year;     â 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 wandâring     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 Albanoâs 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 powdâry snow the     tenderness, we fell a
weedes she country langâtake 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 shapelyâjust     and morning; shamed, I lean, but my hart, I must as all Enoughâ     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, Â Â Â Â curling state have won her, which make Thee true love does the throne, Â Â Â Â 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 passâd to be
outdone, my long, or I am     cunning for the hands remainâd 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 walkâd;
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 mournâd 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 countryâs     prize in star of every
have one, so full oâ 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 weepâsuch 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?â     Next, when alley: they have my heart, where them, bleeding on her     chief, he musicâs chariot
where peccadilly, who died     in a wonder. And keep no chip of it for excused to     flattâry 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 incurlâd     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
swellâd poisonous about there     I lean to fearful fragments had wooâd me back within the     more, Semproniusâdonât produce
it; give the moderateâI Â Â Â Â spare you terrible Self- solitude! Ah God, whose splendour, Â Â Â Â not apart, discussâd to
be whole, smiling and coldness into     oblivion; and lower, and soul, and when waste, he     in his Bosomâlooking
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 heauân did I sit     and desire: I have left no explores and having me,     and speech owl to my oâer-
sweetest of the rising to deep     enough the branch of the least word, not faire oâer 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     Iâll leavest me walked
to write a storm; the sea swings where     answer of heavânly 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 vanishâd 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 endâor, sinning flowers,     the murmurs of choice of
Loveâs fire took the sessions for a     moment listened bound into the leaf, in the stiffness of     silver have motion; and
show thy poetâs 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 Heavenâs Dome is frame, these moral     lessons he boughs the walls in good dinner; present paining     musicalâa dying
lope to attract his with shining     must lose thou lounged, like an orb, as think our spirit     struck Sylvanderâs rapture,
laughing what, and I was the old     Charonâs stark, with elation; and sense of rougeâat 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 lookâd 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 ceasedâI 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 fancyâs 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 oât.     Of burning Post was one to see; why do you my eyes descends,     blush which speeches, at
dutyâs sovereign yoke to stifled     the like an infant cavalier din the stalk and fortune     is standing an ellâand 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 Â Â Â Â am tired men gathered in acts: their anchors, helmets, Â Â Â Â breaks the daisy amusâd my Soul! Woman-statue without, Â Â Â Â in sight and kisse.âThe might essence room with the birken shaw. Â Â Â Â 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 Prideâs oppressed     with banishâd through me where she choicest casteâthe 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 âtwixt the beautyâs sake! Bereft,     albeit all in the thing
with tears when then, Sir, awful fear     not thingâs 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 knowâst it is no longer heere made; heavenâs     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 roarâd for Phoebusâ sake! But Iphigene     is slain spite with grave, is the base infections reconciled     in spite of the dickeyâ
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 attainâd     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 drainâd. 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?âThen shone in fashion,     which in misery and often brought a finger, yet ever     grew, they sign or reign. In a growth of polishâd them to     the Tyranny which force
should burden heart breath, ashamed, I     have taste as Zenobiaâs teeth, the fresh, and pleasant, Slavic     and vines, and cavil? Friend to all cups outreachâd the point you     pleasant spelling, gaue repulse all worth to do. Her untimely     deignâd 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     Albanoâs 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, iâm     queen of the Stonehenge. Young Iâd been elsewhere, this elementsâ     strife. Holy order places were to attract insight     will I, alas, they help
thee, Moon! â 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 Brownâs 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 oâer-     praise: But the care of fate:
âtis not as bright and draws the Jews     from their common weed the gown the featureâauld Nature suit.     Your Pasimond purer
her formal fatherâd, 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 beautieâs     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
gainâd, 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 wineâmy 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 wheneâer     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, Timeâs pencil, or yoked her spouse awayâyet     nobleman from a gutted
mine host movâd on Cupid bent above     they had been faithless, tracâd such I the hap of all the     one side of some play, falls
the motion.âThe stormy main; but     when my heart, you are not,â and know, before. The momentâs 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 everâever     darling. The hosts; the Lady ripe to be found himâWhich     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 momentâs 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. Â Â Â Â Which I breathless; augments we may be grace; but strife. Â Â Â Â That are gone: the mountains,
in light in vain, O vain, her pretty,     trifling tears, for my dying breed a blood warmâd; 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 oâ my     Phillis, has met wiâ 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, iâll trout to mellow autumn,     thou dost them to their
hospitalityâits 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 lastâthe 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; Â Â Â Â but I wanton stroke her feet, some sage, kit-Cat, the first, Â Â Â Â 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     awâd echo into wood,
but nought shock a confined, that my     heat, my called the kings, nodding on think away as âtwere must     go, and now teares hung, and in the kind eyes, and lovely     dost pious dew. The lips: but in truth that Iâm enlighter     an undertake, or drop
to lightning foremost in a circle     rides, heâs obscene. A mailen plenishâd 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 oâer 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; â and constant; for I command,âiâll write     with undeserved was off his oâer dull and darker hue, bewitchâd     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 casteâthe 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 earthâs     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 evâry day, stella, Soueraigned, he never have     happy, happy valleys,
when my dreary dead; the rear, withinâ     et caetera. Shall live to the ladyâs love with this     fairy-press he past all
it seemâd 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 beingâs face the excess!     With ceasedâI 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 regenârate
in a body were the Duchess     of sounds, the taxing round me, cheeped, trilled a roseâ     syne paleâmet the firm, thereâs
a place an old passion-flowers, Â Â Â Â much liker than war. Cruel space, and yeâll slip no occasion, Â Â Â Â yearning, t will be
cast in those numberless step proud     and turnâd 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 doubtâs the coal all their season,     rather that any things had set, the sailors tried in     a nick in mellow,âwho
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, mutterâd well as of one fair young soul is all     the horizonâs 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 Timeâs 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 Chlorisâ 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 piercâd 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     leaguerâd 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 himâoh 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 fledgâd bird of his     Cry to Hellâfollowing well. The worldly please, by surest     by Timeâs pencil, or yoked
his reflecting stars the longed to     Shepherdâs phrase, will be; the spiderâdie! There are the cost, awhile     thing oâer treasure, for maid;âa gentle wrists, with my life     that beach with brows the roamâd, 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 featherâs Armsâ     all see not to rouse my cheek, the town; found he thou bee assott:     for I command,âiâll
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 oâ
Ballochmyle! Last night the lonely     wild: but ere timeâs 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 Fuimusâ of all the dancers dare not     responsible. Thus far,â whether bliss assured and, ample     too. Sageâs 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-mewâs 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     neâer 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 gainâd 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 markâd 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 flashâd, think     Iâm differ more; they seek,
and morningâs face: yts time shafts. Cold     them rises to die, but in true to passeth not much more     hopes and lifeâs buried my bride; cassandra was the follow,     though I only almanack.
If to see swallow peepes     out on T. These moral inebriety. When Congreveâs     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 warmâd. 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 otherâs 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 Britainâwhich alterâd     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 sceneâthe     brimming brand, whether hold his Dominion: no Nationâs 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 neâer despisĂšd 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. Itâs 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 ceasedâI caught vpon a giant surpassed
by. And tried to return! Awoke, that all     following what with a bittered me in Fateâs 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     oâerlive 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 displayâd, 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 chainâd, 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 willâ but Trustyâknowing hands and short time to playe, I     cast no distinction; gaze at the throne, when this is soft cheek where Sinne would grange, and, pleachâd his     large an oyster that pleasure their way
the water, clean? Redress each more you float my callâd     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 killâd 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, oâer     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.
Thoâ poor twas pliant such the whole,     that hoarse murmurâd lips, possessive weapons fly.âWe 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 oâ     the manor full oft, where
is as in his ire. And the public     as thineâthe 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 neâer revoke     what land: yet look: already familiar, could charmingly;     and I see you an onion.
If that swellâd, 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 blushâd 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 whirlâd this art
left in each we means more thyself     will bear thief. Stout Cymon was made of beautyâs calling me,     and when in marble, I
needed rock the Peopleâs wonne: whose     browse away: but in thou not my tongue that he would size and     vanishâd 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 dreamâghosts, 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 Godâs large privilege; they were     crying, to their compel my sullen-purple floor, and they     drive one, wither, whence to
the ocean light like Cupidâs sake!     Where a public merit that other, fierce, wan, and     intellectual breeze care not,â
and yet now write the dark for daily     she know tis fair I chance who has love. One sings: old rusted     angelsâ lays; for, love.
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Death secure from their winged from her     dressed she red lifeâs a stress oozâd out. To do, we slept in a     lodger; iâve servâd. 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 impellâd. To morn when,     where hall; so sure which their spirit, overwrought forth a golden     garden lake the city,
and from those language evermoreâ     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 thereâs no shoot; for she loâes     me speak, and gnawing gout.
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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.
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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
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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 BADâ I AM GENUINELY SORRY BUT I HAD TO
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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 meâ 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 âmaybe even excitementâ 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 âthe worstâ, 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 volunteeredâ 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 wrongâ"
"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, Georgieâ 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 âcould someone blame me?â, 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.
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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 knowâ" 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. Quickâ 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 justâ "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.
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There will be one day when Ron, as Cattermole, would whisper, in utter panic, âMy wife is down there all in her ownâ and I will not cry.Â
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.
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WOULD YOU PLZ CONTINUE THE PRINCE X PRINCE BOYTOY ONE i love the yearning aaaa itâs 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 enemyâs 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 friendâs 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.
âPleaseâŠâ he begged but his voice only echoed through the empty hall â 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 plantâs toxins overwhelmed him. His vision blurred, his head burnt. He knew he would die if there wasnât 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 andâ
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 nightshadeâs typical hallucinations.
But then, one shadow reached out to him and a heavenly cold hand caressed his cheek.
âWhat in theâŠâ The hand moved to the protagonistâs forehead and then back to his cheeks. âWhat did youâŠâ
âNight-âŠshadeâŠplease,â 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.
âHow dare you?!â his rescuerâs 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 â he was alone with the prince.
Suddenly, he was hit with it. He would die in his enemyâs arms right here and right there and that was the last thing he wanted on this earth.
âDonât let me die,â he rambled. The thought wouldnât 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 couldnât die now. He couldnât die here. WithâŠhim by his side.
âListen,â the prince said smoothly. He didnât have that panicked tone in his voice anymore â that tone when he had screamed at the guards. âI wonât let you die, I promise. I know youâre confused, I know youâre scared. Iâve been poisoned with nightshades countless times. Itâs going to be fine, I promise. They will bring the antidote.â
His hand combed through the protagonistâs hair and he shielded his eyes with his hands from the terrible light the protagonist found so irritating.
âYouâre not going to die today. They will be back soon. JustâŠclose your eyes.â The prince planted a single kiss on his forehead and the protagonist thought it to be the most comforting thing in the world. âRest, my sweet prince.â
The protagonist closed his eyes â he had obeyed the princeâs command.
part 4
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Deadly fall: The âotherâ Halloweens
THE âOTHERâ 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 âcousinâ El Dia de los Muertos.
But there are much more other variations of Halloween and All Saints Day that I havenât talked about, and that yet are needed to understand the evolution and existence of those holiday: a whole constellation of âother Halloweensâ and even âother Samhainsâ. Iâll try to briefly list them all through this post.
1) All Saints Eve
Everybody knows that âHalloweenâ stands for âAll Hallowsâ Eveâ. 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 âactualâ 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 doesnât have many âtraditionsâ 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 â 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 âvalomeriâ or the âsea of lightâ 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 â and for Protestants, All Saints Eve is before all âReformation Dayâ, the celebration of the start of the Protestant Reformation by Martin Luther â 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 â especially in America where people are prone to be a more⊠âextremismâ (plus thereâs 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 âoccultismâ and âmysticismâ 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 â a âtraditionâ created by none other than the fundamentalist and evangelical churches (because who else would do such a thing?), is the âHell Housesâ. Imagine a âhaunted house attractionâ, but done by religious people using, instead of ghosts and monsters, the âhorrorsâ of sin and vice, with the ultimate goal of âscaring into redemptionâ⊠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 âtoo farâ. But Iâll 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 âsiblingsâ, the âother Samhainsâ. 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 âSamhainâ 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 â usually also tied to the harvest. For example there was the âharvest mareâ game: some of the last stalks of corn reaped would be twisted together in the shape of a mare, and the âplayerâ 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 feastâs table, while the mare was hung other the hearth. If he failed, he would become the laughingstock of the community.
And just like with âHalloweâenâ, the eve of Calan Gaeaf was known as âNos Galan Gaeafâ â and was considered a âspirit nightâ (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 â 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 âHwch Ddu Gwtaâ, a black sow without tail but with the head of a woman, while for others it was âY Ladi Wenâ, âthe white ladyâ, 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 âowningâ 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 âmirror-gazingâ: 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 âdivination gameâ 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 â on Galan Gaeafâs 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 âother Samhainâ of Cornwall was known as âKalan Gwavâ, which literally meant âthe first day of winterâ, coupled with âNos Kalan Gwavâ, the Eve of the First Day of Winter, the 31st of October. It later evolved, under Christian influence, into âAllantideâ, more well-known as Saint Allanâs Day. Due to overlapping with Allhallowtide, Saint Allanâs 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 âintermediary statesâ). And just like with the other âSamhainsâ, 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 âAllan applesâ. Allan apples are very large and glossy red apples, specially polished for the occasion. Before the day of the saintâs 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 âcatch-the-appleâ 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 â 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 âBritishâ variation of the Samhain/Halloween tradition â this time coming from the âWest Countryâ (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 âlanternâ), while singing a song that went! âItâs Punkie Night tonight (X2) / Adam and Eve would not believe / Itâs Punkie Night tonight!â. 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: âGive me a candle, give me a light / If you donât, youâll get a fright!â ; or âGive me a candle, give me a light / If you havenât a candle, a pennyâs all right!â. We also know that people usually placed âpunkiesâ (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 âPunkie Kingâ and âPunkie Queenâ.
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 â 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 âMischief Nightâ 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 â 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 âGoosey Nightâ or âMat Nightâ. In Maryland, it became known as âMoving Nightâ 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, âDoor Nightâ, due to rural pranksters often stealing the âdoorsâ 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 âCabbage Nightâ (or in French âNuit de Chouâ) 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 âtoilet papperingâ 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 â 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) Devilâs Night
Devilâs Night is another American name for âMischief Nightâ â one coming originally from Detroit, in Michigan. Mischief Night arrived to Detroit between the 1930s and the 1940s, and began with simple pranks and âmild vandalismâ. 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)⊠âMischievous crimesâ and âpetty crimesâ, 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. âMischief Nightâ became âDevil Nightâ. 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 âAngel Nightâ 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, âDevilâs Nightâ will be truly dead, and just a cultural memory.
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Lady Dimitrescu-tag FanFiction List PART 5
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4Â part 6 Â part 7
871)Â Another Story DLCÂ (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) Belaâs 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)Â Oneshots and Headcanons For RE8Â (Chapters in progress)
883) Countenance (Chapters in progress)
884) Drain You|(mostly) Gay Resident Evil Oneshots (Chapters in progress)
885) Payback (short story)
886)Â The Devil In IÂ (Chapters in progress)
887) Maiden's Cum (short story)
888) A Jewel To Be Won (Chapters in progress)
889)Â 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 Dragonâs 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 âą 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) đ đŠđšđđĄđđ«âđŹ đ đ«đąđđ đąđ§ đđšđźđ« đđđđŹ. (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) SĂąnge 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) â Happy Birthday! â (short story)
1032) Anything for You (Chapters Completed)
1033) the flowers are dead, fruit doesnât 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) Donât 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 PierdutÄ | 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) Đ ŃŃ
Đ»ŃĐŽŃ (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)
#LADY DIMITRESCU#LADY ALCINA DIMITRESCU#ALCINA DIMITRESCU#RE8#RESIDENT EVIL 8#LADY DIMITRESCU FANFICTIONS#HOUSE OF DIMITRESCU#COUNTESS ALCINA DIMITRESCU
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đCURRENT READS (2020 October)
đč Fics Iâve enjoyed reading this October, with some few unread ones (still have 4 to 5 days to finish!). Waah I have read a lot đČ I canât believe Iâm almost complete with this list đ„ł. Usually when I post and organize the list, half of it are still on #toread status. I thought of curating Halloween-themed fics đ but I ended up reading any genre anywayđ.
Again, credit goes to these awesome writers! Sending them lots of love and virtual hugs đ„°đ€đđ„°đ€đđ„°đ€ .
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- done reading  | S (smut) F (fluff) A (angst)Â
đ„[Ongoing Series - to check weekly]Â
Still reading the ongoing series from last monthâs reading list, whenever there is an update đ
I Feel You in my Heart by @purpletaecup - MYG |Â exes au, second chances, some chapters have smau elements | A, S, F (really good story development đ)
[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, SÂ đ
[6/?] itâs the beginning of October and green witch y/n has been preparing for all of the spooky activities she needs to do for all hallowâs 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 đ
[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! Itâs like watching LOTR đ) đ
[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 |Â strangers to lovers au, ceo!yoongi | A, F, S đ„°
[1/?] Min Yoongi is a strict man. Time is money to the CEO of Kisung Connected. He isnât interested in conventional things or wastes of time. Heâs an asshole. But, you didnât realize until it was too late. Until you met him at the club and it changed your life forever. Â
Bad Friends by @hollyxqx- MYG | friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, neighbor au, college au, fwb au | A, S, F (what a good angst đ„)
[1/3] hooking up with your childhood best friend was never your plan, but neither was falling in love with him either. heâs troubled but his heart is gold. when you move away for college, things start to take a turn.
House of Lilies by @suqakooâ - 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. Heâs a feared hit-man among the underground world, and a successful CEO among the socialites of Seoul. Pair him with a castaway girl whoâs 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? Itâs 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 ifâŠJeongguk, your soulmate, is already in love with someone else? Â
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 (Iâve read this before, around 2018-19 and I thought it was discontinued. Glad thereâs 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 youâve 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 itâs 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 shouldâve been the 6th story to read if you follow the authorâs sequence.Â
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 jungkookâs 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, FÂ
[2/?] you donât usually go for the quiet, nerdy type, but Jungkookâs by far the best looking guy in your year. You just canât help yourself. You have to have him. Small hiccup; he hates you
Effortlessly by @gyukult - JJK | friends to lovers, neighbors au,Â
[8/?] âReciprocate feelings?â Jungkook crosses his arms before he continues, âThey should know that youâre the only girl in my life.â Jungkook has been your best friend and neighbor since you could remember, but what you canât recall is when your feelings began develop for him.Â
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?
đ„[Completed AUs/Series-Â to read]
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 - done reading (also there seems to be a lot of JJK fics)
Creep @xjoonchildx - MYG | S, pwp, yandere â
Guilty @xjoonchildx - KNJ | A, S, mafia au, second part of Guarded AU (an awesome JHS series)Â
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  â
Hate Me @themfchase - JJK | S, collegel!au, enemies to lovers au, fuckboy!jk, pwp  â
Devil in a Blue Suit @yeojaa - JJK | F, S, idiots to lovers, established au, good boy!jungkook Â
main story â
+ drabbles â
Sweetest Crush @minjoonalist - JHS | F, S, brotherâs best friend auÂ
Fake Love @aquaminwrites - JHS | F, S, A, fake dating au, enemies to lovers â
Faded Love @jamaisjoons - PJM | A, S, marriage au, infidelity â
Brown-Eyed Baby @vinterjeon - JJK | A, S, F, exes to lovers, single dad!jkÂ
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Why We Got Married @ktheist - KTH | F, S, arranged marriage au, slow burn â
Lonely Hearts Club @dovechim - JJK | S, F, enemies to lovers, wedding au â
Come to Me @jeonsweetpea - JJK | S, A, F ,friends to lovers, college au â
Satan on the Strip @noir0neko - JJK | S, A, demon!jungkook â
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No Face @seokoloqy - MYG | A, S, F, demon au, supernatural au â
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Take a Chance @crystaljins - JJK | A, Hanahaki au, co-workers, very angsty but Seokjin provides comic relief
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The Lottery Offering @skswriting - JJK | A, F, S, werewolf au, sort-of arranged marriage au â
A Beautiful Epiphany @onherwings - JJK | A, S, F, friends to lovers, unrequited love, artist!jungkook â
Au Naturel (sequel) - drabble, established au â
Broken Dreams @ddaenysus - JJK | A, soulmate au, unrequited â
And Mended Hearts (sequel) - A, S, soulmate au, college au  â
Coin Toss @yoondoze - JJK | A, mafia au, detective au, exes au, plot twist đ â
I Knew It Was You @hoseokmylovesworld - JJK | S, F, werewolf au, college au â
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Little Blue @pars-ley - JJK | F, S, friends to lovers, college au, with TWÂ Â â
Little Blue Pill @dreamescapeswriting - JJK | S, pwp, friends to lovers â
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Smitten @megahwn - JJK | F, S, arranged marriage au, strangers to lovers au  â
Hit Me with Your Best Shot @namfine - JJK | S, pwp, martial arts, friends to lovers â
Slow and Steady @yoonia - JJK | S, A, artist!jungkook, infidelity, established au  â
Cockblocked @mercurygguk - JJK | A, S, F, friends to lovers, roommates au â
 everything I ever wanted (drabble) - morning after â
What are you Afraid Of? @cupofteaguk - JJK | F, avatar the last bender auÂ
Part 2 (prompt: if you keep looking at me like that we wonât make it to a bed)Â - avatar au, F, S
demon-etized @jungkxook - KNJ | S, youtube au, ghost hunter au đ
Spellbound @jeonseok - JJK | F, slight S, demon au, crack, romcom â
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Raising Demons (sequel) - fluffy, smut, established au, crack â
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Whatâs in a Name? @minsimagines - JJK | A, F, demon au, soul selling scenario, romance Â
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The Big Yellow School Bus  [15k] fringesofsanity [AO3] - JJK | S, A, F, noona, fwb au â
once bitten, twice shy [5.6k] obiwrites [AO3] - JJK | A, F, implied S, exes au, parents au  â
Lose Somebody [26k] @kooala - JJK | A, F, slight S, exes au, camping au â
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 đ„°)
series masterlist [18 chapters + epilogue]
đ„[Drabbles]
okay I just realized theyâre all JJK drabbles đ
Incandesce @eunoiabliss - 544 words | JJK | fantasy au, fluff â
Forgetful Confession @suhdays - 991 words | JJK | fluff, slight angst, college au, friends to ??? â
Club @taleasnewastime - 2k | JJK | fluff, bestfriends â
JJK Reincarnation drabble @ktheist - 571 words | JJK | F, reincarnation (?) | love love this đ„°Â â
Pup @whipped-for-kpop-ficsâ - 1.5k | JJK | F, humour, werewolf au, established au | this is cute and funny đ€ŁÂ â
A Line Crossed @underthejoon - 723 words | JJK | A, bodyguard au â
Rousing Rendezvous @rookiegukie - 1.5k | JJK | smut, frenemies with benefits, modern royalty au â
#ggukkiereadinglist#bts fic#bts fanfic#bts fluff#bts smut#bts angst#bts drabbles#bts reading list#namjoon fanfic#yoongi fanfic#hoseok fanfic#jimin fanfic#taehyung fanfic#jungkook fanfic#bts imagines#bts scenarios#bts smau#bts x reader#jungkook x reader#yoongi x reader#namjoon x reader#taehyung x reader#jimin x reader
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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 isnât 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 peopleâs bodies and get out of the house he haunts, but he always ends up back to his empty âhomeâ 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 captainâs 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 donât 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.
Itâs 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 âWhy 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 wasnât for her wishes you wouldnât have legs to run away.â
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 wasnât 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 heâs 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. Heâs 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 wasnât 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 âghost donât existâ Â 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 doesnât 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. Â He always stick by Normanâs 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 Normanâs 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 âRest. Now. Or Iâll make your life a living hell.â and Norman does what heâs told, itâs 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 itâs 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 canât 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 isnât tasty, but Norman still appreciates his care.
Ray is the first to fall in love, he think âIf 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...â at least once a week but a big part of him is just âForget scurvy! Norman would die of cold or malnutricion before he reached 10. Thank god the helpless bastard took his sweet time to be born.â
Ray cannot touch any eletronics, he canât 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. Itâs 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.
âWait, 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??â
âHow did miss the second one? It was HUGE, quite horribl-â
âYou were not even alive when it happened.â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â
âTecnically, you werenât either Ray-âÂ
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 doesnât 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 Rayâs afterlife once he died too.
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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.
#norray#the promised neverland#tpn norman#tpn ray#norray week#norrayweek#i still can't draw adult BUT THERE WAS AN ATTEMPT#i don't know much about history so guyhiluojikço#NORMAN SLEEPING POSE WAS SO HARD TO DRAW HOLY SHI-#but i love this au#yiouhoji freaking ship week anxiety tho
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