#eve (cloud meadow)

[killergirlfuria]

Me and the boys about to go ruin some monster poachers' retirement plans.

[feyhunter78]

Among the Sun Ch 10

Description: You wake from your wild night and find Sera has the information you need.

Ch 11

You wake up in your bed, alone. You know that this is not uncommon, but for a moment it stings. Your head is heavy, foggy, your strength sapped, and your robe sticking to your skin uncomfortably. Had you fallen asleep straight out of the bath? All you wish to do is sleep, to ponder on the strangeness of your attire at a later time, but Sera, who seems to be the head of your servants, bustles in a bright smile on her face.

“Good morning, My Lady, I trust you had an eventful night?” Her voice is silvery, her hair a tumbling waterfall of auburn like the turning leaves of autumn, her eyes filled with warmth. She’s older than you, perhaps by six or seven years, and she moves with the practiced ease of a lady who’s aware of her irreplaceability.

“I—I do not know; my mind is quite clouded.” You tell her, sliding from the bed and into your bathroom, intent on changing into a clean nightshift.

The sight of your neck, the tops of your breasts, and the curves of your hips in the mirror is enough to make you scream, and Sera bursts in, panic clear in her eyes.

“My Lady, are you hur—” She trails off, biting back a smile. “I see His Grace is quite fond of marking his territory.”

You’re covered in reddened marks, large handprints on your hips, bite marks on your breasts, neck, and shoulders. You look as though you’ve been attacked.

“I do not understand, I…” Then it all comes back to you, torrid flashes, an eruption of sensations dancing across your bare skin, the sound of Miguel’s voice as he panted your name.

Sera comes up and places a fresh robe over your shoulders. “It’s normal for your memories to return slowly, the roses play tricks on your mind, but soon all will be well.” Her voice falters for a moment, a spark of grief flashes in her meadow-hued eyes.

“The roses?” You ask, wrapping the robe tightly around yourself and turning to face her.

“Yes, you have been chosen by the emperor, it is tradition.” Her words are steady, but her hands shake slightly as she guides you to the vanity and begins to brush your hair.

You attempt to meet her eyes in the mirror, but she avoids your gaze. “Tradition? I was not informed of any tradition, what is this tradition?”

Sera continues to brush your hair carefully, starting from the ends and working her way up to your roots. “It’s old, but Emperor Tyler was quite fond of it. The addition of aphrodisiacs to a maiden’s bathwater has been done for centuries, always by a member of the emperor’s staff. I would not say it is my favorite of our empire’s traditions…I quite enjoy the Hallow’s Eve festivals, much more enjoyable for all involved.”

“Did Mig—His Grace know of this tradition?” You ask, a curl of dread forming in your chest, wrapping itself around your heart and squeezing.

Sera froze, lowering her voice to a whisper. “He was aware of his father’s proclivities, but he did not seem to condone them. But then the roses were in your bathwater when I arrived, My Lady, so I assumed it was the emperor’s orders.”

“I see.” You cannot force your mind to quiet, a war raging within you. Do you feel violated? Should you feel violated? Logic dictates yes, your actions were not born of free will, but you cannot say that you did not derive…pleasure from the actions. It was foreign and exciting, his words and dexterous hands bringing you to heights previously unexplored but secretly desired.

She bites her lip then finally meets your gaze. “I do believe he was unaware; I saw his sword being cleaned of blood early this morning, and one of his servants has gone missing.”

The dread lessens its grip on the fragile and wildly beating thing in your chest.

A knock on the door startles you both.

“Help me cover these ghastly marks, then I shall attend to my visitor.” You tell her, lifting your hair so that she can begin her work.

Miguel enters once Sera has gone. He stands before you, repentant. His arms behind his back, face solemn, his voice steady and detached. “I beg your pardon, Princess; I was caught unaware.”

You blink at him. “Unaware?”

He nods stiffly. “There was a tradition amongst the men of my family, a horrid one.”

Even with the knowledge Sera imparted onto you moments earlier, you still barely restrain your flinch at his words. A horrid one? Did he find you horrid?

“Horrid as it robs the participants of choice. The addition of aphrodisiacs to a maiden’s bathwater is appalling. I do not wish to follow in my father’s footsteps of coercing women into my bed, and I nearly failed this night prior. I apologize.” He bows his head, genuine remorse coloring his words.

“I—” You’re unsure of what to say. Still quite dizzy and dazed from the storm of sensations he rained down upon you, clashing with the logical part of your mind that screams you must remember the danger you are in, that he himself is.

“I do not need a response in this moment, I merely wished to apologize for my lack of foresight and inability to restrain myself.” He raises his head, and you’re taken aback by the mournful look in his eyes.

“I see…” You say, your mind a jumbled mess of emotions, sensations, and memories.

“And if I may be so bold, I do not wish for you to believe that I found you or your actions horrid. I found them quite maddening.” His voice drops to a whisper, but it still echoes off the walls of your chamber.

His words from the night before break through and enter the clarity of your memory.

My empress, y/n, y/n, y/n, drive me to madness, you sullen temptress, I am yours, yours.

He had taken himself in hand to the very thought of you, or was it simply the aphrodisiacs? How did they work? Did there need to be latent desire, or was it simply the last person that entered your mind? If it was the latter, then why would he not have pleasured himself to the thought of Ava? And if it was the former, then did that expose your own twisted desires to him?

“You have a tail.” Is all that falls dumbly from your lips, unable to think of anything else to say, the resurfacing memories clouding your judgment.

Miguel’s solemn expression deepens into a frown, and he shifts his weight anxiously. “I do, and my deepest apologies if I frightened you with it. I am aware that many find my additional features to be unpleasant.”

A stab of guilt goes through your heart. “No, no, that is not what I meant, I was merely surprised.”

He tilts his head ever so slightly to the side, his aforementioned tail slowly sweeping back and forth above the ground. “Surprised?”

“I was unaware that one could have such mastery over an appendage.” You say, scrambling and inadvertently landing on a subject that clearly strokes Miguel’s ego.

He takes a step forward, then another, till he is mere inches from you, his tail curling around your ankle. “Mastery, you say? I’m flattered.”

You swallow hard, feeling the heat radiating from his body, the marks on your neck, poorly covered by cosmetics, seem to thrum in time with your heartbeat as his grip on your ankle tightens. “I find your act of kidnapping me much more unpleasant than your appendages.”

A smirk crawls across his face as his tail sneaks up your leg. “So, you do derive some semblance of pleasure from my appendages. Perhaps my apology is not needed?”

A rage burns within you. Was he simply toying with you? Attempting to make that Ava woman jealous? Truly all men were the same, they could never separate from the sins of their fathers, and you were a fool to think otherwise.

You jerk back, putting the table between you and him, forcing Miguel’s tail to unfurl quickly from around your leg. “It is needed. You put me in a horrid situation, and now you come with a false apology followed by an attempt at groping me.”

His smirk disappears, and he rests his hands flat on the tabletop. “Y/N I—”

“And all while you are having dalliances with the mother of your child where anyone could stumble upon you.”

He stiffens. “That which you saw is not what it seemed.”

“I am not a fool, Your Grace, I could see quite clearly that she had a rather tight hold on you.” Your words are dripping with venom, a lethal dose, one that surprises you.

Miguel was not yours; he did not owe you his loyalty, you were a captive, not a bride.

“I did not wish it. I could not resist—the aphrodisiac, it clouded my mind, rendered me helpless.”

War rages once more in your heart. If his words are true, you feel sympathy for him, but if he’s lying…

“I will not be humiliated in such a way; I will have the truth. Now.” You demand, throwing aside any notion of captive versus bride. Miguel will answer, or he will end your life, either outcome feels preferable to repeatedly being made a fool.

Miguel slumps into a nearby chair. “I have a daughter newly four years of age, her mother, Ava, fled with another man mere weeks after she was born.”

“Go on.” You say, attempting to sound unwavering, while your heart aches for his daughter.

“She despised how Gabriella inherited my features, called her a monster, that she never wished to lay eyes upon her again.”

You make a small sound of sympathy.

Miguel traces the embroidered patterns of the tablecloth. “She would return with her husband when his caravan brought him here for trade. Then she would come into the palace, and attempt to seduce me, I rebuffed her advances each time but last night…I could not. Not with the aphrodisiacs playing havoc on my mind.”

“I see.” Two little words that fall from your lips and scatter about the room, searching for space to breathe. You do not see; you do not understand.

“She is a vile woman; I do not desire her. You must believe me.”

You wish to ask the question that has been lingering on your tongue since he pulled you across his rug and set you aflame. How is it that you were able to push her away but not me?

But you’re too afraid of the answer, so instead you nod. “I will accept that our circumstances were skewed, that our minds were not our own, if you agree to pretend last night never happened.”

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[vole-mon-amour]

Heard some things about Cloud Meadown and went on Steam to check what that is. Immediate disappointment because why do devs making porno anything think that if it's porn, characters immediately have to have exaggerated big tits and dicks? Eve, the main playable character has some big tits and there's no way to adjust that? Nor there's a way to change her appearance at all? I mean, Stardew Valley, Coral Island, Wylde Flowers all give you at least some control over how your character will look like. The screenshots of Cloud Meadow are even worse. Why do female creatures have tits, sometimes even half the size of their body? A female snake? Tits. An female owl? Tits. Like???? Where did you get that idea from???

What IS this?

Tbh, I don't really care for porn games, I just heard that this one is a sim farmer (and i love those), but on that ground there are already negative reviews such as the lack of road markers, lack of understanding if an object is interactable, no plot (or poor plot) and if you're stuck, you have no idea what to do and no one helps you.

Another person wrote on steam that in all years that this game has been in the development, the devs didn't add any new big things. So basically it's been stuck in development and early access state since 2020.

And oh, yes, this looks like another thing for typical furries. Dogs and such in a humanoid body. Why are people afraid to play with/create characters that look like actual animals but have a humanoid consciousness? I'm pretty sure people would still want fuck dragons, dogs, bears, sharks, whatever. As long as they can consent and have an interesting conversation with on top of that.

P.S.: My main tag is actually monsterfuckers, but since tumblr doesn't show it in the tag, I have to tag it as monsterfucker.

[a1sh1teruu]

— STUCK IN SUMMER

— oh, how we love it when the warm sun finally peaks over the clouds, how it warms our skin and has the meadows blooming. how the waters sparkle and shine, the blues, the yellows, all these different colors embracing each other. some of us like a relaxing time in the mountains, getting carried away by the cold, rippling rivers. some of us like it at the coast, near the sea, listening to the waves and the smell of sea salt just wafting through the air. but what happens if those same waves pull us down into a different world, into a more complex world than ours?

welcome to my summer collaboration! now that summer stands on our doorstep, i've decided to host a collaboration to all our fanfiction writers.

what is this collab about?

this collab is all about fantasy and summer! we dive deeper into our fantasies we have in the summertime.

what are the requirements for our writing?

the fic you are writing has to be over one thousand words long and it has to be a fantasy au set in summer.

what fandoms can join?

everyone who writes fanfiction can join!

nsfw or sfw?

as long as you tag everything and put a “read more” divider, than you should be good with darker content too!

the rules:

i do not want to see anything racist, homophobic, islamophobic, xenophobic, ableist, or anything offening towards the people that join! as soon as i see something offending towards someone or a group of people, you will be terminated from this collaboration.

do you have any questions?

for any type of questions, you can dm me! i’ll make a discord server if enough people decide to join, though.

timetable

status : closed

closes : 30.06.2023

deadline : 21.09.2023

application

masterlist

K-POP

— ATEEZ

j.wy — in the heart of the sky by @a1sh1teruu synopsis: the lands of utopia, gifted by the light of mother, were a well balanced realm. undisturbed by the curse of the children of adam and eve. but what happens if the son of adam is born into those precious lands, throwing off the balance mother has created and gifted her children with?

p.sh — utopia by @jaehunnyy synopsis: when the aurora kingdom is in need of help regarding the princess’ fate, all they can do is wait for the chosen one. when seonghwa falls in an abandoned well and wakes up in aurora kingdom, he is intrigued by what he finds out there. can he help the princess, is he the one they were all waiting for, or is it too late for the girl?

c.sn — all's fair in love and war by @justhere4kpop synopsis: your parents left you their beach house when they moved out of the country. you and the neighbor boy always had a strange friendship growing up from the pranks to him standing up for you against beach bullies. it always felt like something was missing while you were away. maybe this is the year for a budding summer romance with the hot neighbor... or maybe this is just a burnt out brain hoping for something more.

k.hj — dreamers by @nebulousbrainsoup synopsis: since infancy, every night has been a gamble for both you and your family. plagued by nightmares that leave you unresponsive for their duration, your only solace is the boy you share them with.

c.sn — precious by @pocketjoong synopsis: as a nature witch, you always wanted your own familiar ever since you were a kid, however, fate seemed to have different plans for you.

c.jh — blue summer by @woosluv synopsis: none yet

k.ys — like a dream by @i-luvsang synopsis: to be whisked away to your estranged grandmother’s house is no where near what you could have hoped for this summer. but you find the countryside beautiful, and the boy in the forest more entrancing than anything at all. instead of the nightmare you expected, you find yourself in a wondrous dream that’s made up of a magical romance, far more literal than you could have ever imagined.

s.mg — cromer by @star1117-archives synopsis: not all imaginary friends let you leave as you grow up. Some refuse to be left in the past, and won’t take being forgotten as lightly as expected.

multi — ocean's envy by @neoteezrenyoung synopsis: after several years, young witch y/n finally goes back to her small coastal town with her license to practice in hand. when she comes back, nothing has changed. except for her two best friends’ attitudes.

— ZEROBASEONE

zhanghao — unbreakable love by @bobariki synopsis: within the parameters of a society where the stars align for only a select few to find their twin flame, your plan for a month-long summer vacation visit to your best friend suddenly veers off course. what unfolds when unmistakable signs hint that you might just be one of the fortunate few?

— TOMMOROW BY TOGETHER

c.bg — the boy behind the blue windows by @impuritywritings synopsis: none yet

h.k — eternal sunshine by @gyumibear synopsis: while on a school trip, the reader accidentally comes across a secret race of merpeople. they want to force her to stay quiet, but one boy helps her get away. he's also her soulmate?

k.th — untitled by @choistick synopsis: none yet

— STRAY KIDS

h.hj — untitled by @svngcore synopsis: none yet

ANIME

— HAIKYU!!

iwaizumi hajime — conjuring romance by @valeriwa synopsis: you were pretty sure the first lesson you learnt in hogwarts was that you couldn't conjure people. so why is it that an incredibly handsome man is standing in front of you when all you wanted was some innocent snow? the sweltering summer heat and feeling like victor frankenstein has got all your plans in a twist.

[haveyoulistenedtothisalbum-poll]

Tracklist:

Flowers In Our Hair • Gypsy Dance • In The Clouds • Martha's Harbour • Every Angel • Like Emily • Shelter From The Rain • She Moves Through The Fair • Wild Hearted Woman • Never Promise (Anyone Forever) • Apple Tree Man • What Kind Of Fool • In The Meadow • Lady Moonlight

Spotify ♪ YouTube

[lilaxhazbinhotel]

Authors note: Hello this is my first fanfic and I hope you enjoy! Please be nice im not the greatest writer but I wanted to try something new.

Characters:

*my oc Lila a seraphim angel that is Lucifer's yiunger sister with large white wings, long white hair, pale skin and bright blue eyes.

*Adam from hazbin hotel but before he got gifted Eve.

Content warnings: none

"In the beginning" (Adam x Oc) *Part I*

In the beginning Adam and Lilith were created but when Lilith fell with Lucifer to hell Adam was left alone. It would take awhile before heaven could gift him a new wife so they began the process of creating Eve. In the meantime he was alone, bored with his life until one day.

Adam was laying under a tree in the garden when he heard singing? But there was no one else around. He was curious and decided to follow the singing and it led him to a hotspring deep in the garden he had never been to. He looked around and saw something, a women swimming in the water, she went under the water and stood up flipping her hair back getting the water off, her large wings shook a bit of the water off and walked out of the water behind a tree.

Adam was very intrigued by the beauty of the girl and watched from afar admiring her features, her pale skin, her bright blue eyes, her long white hair, and her large wings. He was entranced and didn't know what this feeling was. When the girl walked back out from behind the tree she wore a white dress that was sleeveless and open on the sides, she began to walk and hum through the forest and Adam followed her.

As the girl walked humming and swaying, she tied her hair up in a high ponytail and walked on, she walked for a bit before entering a large open field covered in red poppys and white butterflies, she smiled and danced in the large field with the butterflies, Adam watched from the treeline and felt himself smile at her dancing, who was this girl? Where did she come from?, were questions he was curious about but ignored as he watched her.

The girl had a butterfly land on her hand and she was looking towards the treeline, Adam hadn't realized he was visible and the girl got startled and fell backwards down a hill. Panicked, Adam rushed out from the tree line to make sure she was ok. He got to the edge of the hill and saw her at the bottom brushing herself off. "A-Are you ok?", Adam asked nervous. "I'm alright I didn't see you there hehe", *The girl said with a bright smile and small chuckle before she flew up the flew and landed infront of Adam.

Adam felt his face get hot by the sudden closeness of the girl, what was this feeling? He didn't know what to say next and just stared down at her, she was smaller than him and she looked up at him. "Are you ok?", the girl asked. "Huh, oh yeah! I'm fine hehe all good here", Adam said seeming to snap out of his trance. The girl chuckled at his nervousness. "My name is Lila I'm one of the Seraphim from Heaven", the girl said putting her hand out for him to shake it. Adam shook the girls hand and spoke. "I'm Adam the first man", he said.

"Well it's nice to meet you Adam", Lila said with a big smile looking up at him. Hearing her say his name he felt his heart beat faster than ever before. "I-its nice to meet you too Lila", Adam said hesitantly. "Do you want to watch the clouds with me?", Lila asked as she sat on the ground in the meadow. "Sure", Adam said slowly sitting next to her. Lila laid back and looked up at the sky watching the clouds, Adam laid next to her and then two of them talked and laughed for hours, Adam finally didnt feel alone anynore he adored Lila almost immediately. The sun soon went down.

"Well time for me to go home", Lila said standing up with a stretch before looking back at Adam. "Wait am I going to see you again?", Adam said worried. "Of course you will tell you what I'll come back and hangout with you everyday sound good?", Lial said looking up at him. Adam felt himself smile with glee when she said she would come back everyday. "Yeah that sounds great! I'll see you tomorrow then", Adam said excitedly. Lila smiled, "I'll see you tomorrow Adam", she said waving as she flew up to Heaven.

Our the next few months Lila would fly down to visit Adam everyday and spend the whole day with him. The two had grown quite close to eachother becoming bestfriends. Adam was happy he wasn't alone anymore.

One day Adam was chasing Lila through the woods in a game they created. Lila jumped through the brush nearby and Adam followed but on the other side he was back in the meadow of red poppys he looked around not seeing Lila. "Alright come on out Lila this is fair to hide", Adam said looking around the meadow. Adam looked around calling out for her but started to panick not being able to find her. "Lila?! Lila where are you?! Come on this isn't funny anymore!", Adam yelled looking around, did she really just disappear like that. Adam was breathing heavily looking frantically for her when suddenly she jumped out of a bush tackling him laughing. "Boo!", Lila said with a giggle on top of him. Adam looked at her for a minute before retaliating and picking her up and spinning her laughing, she squealed and laughed as he spun her around in his arms. "Adam put me down!", she laughed as he threw her over his shoulder and walked back into the woods carrying her over his shoulder. "Nope", Adam said with a chuckle as he carried her.

He carried her into the hotspring and then dropped her in the water, Adam laughed and Lila sat up splashing him with water, he looked stunned for a minute but then they both laughed and got into a water fight splashing eachother back and forth. Lila tripped Adam and he fell on top of her. They both were laughing in the shallow water of the hotspring, Adam hovered over her and looked at her both of their laughter died down as they stared at eachother. Adam gently brushed a piece of hair out of her face then placed his hand on her cheek caressing it with his thumb. They had never been this close like this and they couldn't break away from the others gaze. Adam leaned forward and Lila could feel his breath on her lips, then his lips pressed against hers. He was kissing her, she closed her eyes and kissed him back, this kiss was gentle and passionate. His lips were so soft and gentle against hers. When they broke away they looked at eachother, Lila was blushing like crazy.

"I-im sorry I don't know what came over me! I- I'm so sorry!", Adam said panicked and embarrassed by his actions. Lila put her hand on his cheek and he froze looking at her again, she leaned forwarded and kissed him again. Adam instantly kissed her back and pulled her onto his lap kissing her holding her hips. Lila ran her fingers through his hair as they continued to kiss when they broke away again they were breathing heavily. "Adam I love you", Lila said softly. Adam looked at her shocked then smiled. "I love you too Lila", Adam said lovingly. The two smiled and hugged eachother. This was the first time Adam really felt love like this.

As their relationship flourished they would do small dates and just enjoy eachothers company. One night Adam and Lila were cuddling in the meadow of poppys looking at the stars in the sky. "Hey Lila?", Adam said. "Yes Adam?", Lila responded. "Can you promise me something?", Adam asked. "Of course what is it?", Lila asked. "Promise me you'll never leave me like Lilith", Adam said. Lila rolled on her side and looked at him and put her hand on his cheek and he looked at her. "I swear on my life I will never leave you Adam I love you with my whole being", Lila said then she gave him a gentle kiss on the head. Adam smiled and kissed her gebtly before he cuddled into her and the two fell asleep happy. But their happiness wouldn't last forever.

...........To Be Continued.................

[yuriko-mukami]

THIS OR THAT ?

indoor plants or gardens   /   cloud-watching or star-gazing   /   water or fire   /   paperback or hardcover   /   running or hiking   /   sleeping with socks or without socks   /   fruit or vegetables   /   hanging plants or succulents   /   dark wood or light wood   /   handwritten or typed   /   instagram or pinterest   /   braids or pigtails   /   dc or marvel   /   books or movies   /   oceans or meadows   /   forests or fields   /   sweet or salty   /   ice cream or chocolate   /   hoddies or sweaters   /   piercings or tattoos   /   summer or winter   /   boots or sneakers   /   cars or motorcycles   /   curls or straight hair   /   castles or cottages   /   sunny days or storms   /   reptiles or birds   /   disney or nickelodeon   /   strawberries or watermelon   /   essays or posters   /   phones or laptops or desktop   /   glass or stone   /   dark or light   /   photos or paintings   /   circuses or threatres   /   reading or writing   /   dogs or cats   /   poetry or novels   /   monsters or ghosts   /   thrift shops or libraries   /   fiction or non fiction   /   comedy or action   /   romance or horror   /   adventure or drama   /   historical or musicals   /   sci-fi or westerns   /   tea or coffee   /   cake or pie   /   cereal or oatmeal   /   bagels or cookies   /   sandwich or pizza   /   early bird or night owl   /   city or country side   /   foxes or wolves   /   hugs or kisses   /   shorts or long pants   /   monopoly or sorry   /   comic books or novels   /   showers or baths   /   chess or checkers   /   hip-hop or classical music /

Tagged by: @lured-into-wonderland, thanks for the tag~

Tagging: @ruki-mukami-dl @elizabeth-virnien @mermaid--bride @nalia-tsukino @strawberry--bride @lucidesunderstander @eve-komori @myoiliz-rpacc @yumikosan

No pressure! ♡

[rineedagger]

Embrace by the clouds like november's eve, his lips tasted like two cotton flowers and icy mint cream.

He know he owes me and is looking for me in between swamps and meadows - And I took an oath but only if he follows my tempo.

His eyes aquamarine contrasts with the landscape evergreen- God, they're ablazing like a beam.

And I swear, Irene I didn't bewitched him by any means. He's just wishing to take a sip off his dreams, soaking in our steam and gripping on my hips. I can see it, he's a lighting bolt about to reach. But he doesn't know that I can be the most obscene and to remain on top as much as I please.

I am roaming down his collar bone, and decided to make a new necklace with it. I'll eat his mouth like sweet tangerines, in hopes that he'll stick around- what a fucking naive.

[luthien-under-bough]

🔥Hot Daemyra Summer Prompt Fics 🔥

Prompt fics written for @/anamazingangie's HotD Summer Snippets & Stories event. [ao3 collection here]

Week One: 

Tension / My Prompt Fic

Daemon gives Rhaenyra a massage.

Reflection / My Prompt Fic

Daemon helps Rhaenyra to see what he sees in her reflection.

Storm / My Prompt Fic

His Grace, Viserys I Targaryen, the First of His Name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm had never regretted anything more immediately and more thoroughly than he did storming into his daughter’s room unannounced. -or- Five times Rhaenyra and Daemon welcomed an unexpected guest into bed, and one time they didn't.

Sparkle / My Prompt Fic

Pop star Rhaenyra Targaryen is interviewed by Southron Court magazine on the eve of her new album release.

Cloud  / My Prompt Fic

They lay in a meadow beneath the slopes of the Dragonmont, braiding crowns of wildflowers. One day, Daemon placed one on her brow and named her Princess of Dragonstone. Rhaenyra giggled madly as he knelt before her, bowing his head and proclaiming that he would ever serve as her sworn shield, her protector. Then he called her his princess — his wild princess — and the bubbling laughter in her chest gave way to a blistering sort of pride. A feeling she did not yet have the words for, but would later understand to be her pleasure in being possessed by him, in being claimed. -- In which Rhaenyra spends her summers on Dragonstone.

Week Two:

Shield / My Prompt Fic

Rhaenyra is struggling with breastfeeding newborn Visenya. It's a good thing she has a husband who is willing to do anything to help ease the stress.

Stitch & Blood / My Prompt Fic

Amidst the salt and smoke of Dragonstone, they cut their palms, sliced their lips, and spoke their vows in the only tongue that could feel like an oath to creatures of Valyrian blood. When they shared a kiss, Daemon sucked drops of blood from Rhaenyra’s lip, and his whole body shivered with pleasure.

He needed more.

Burn / My Prompt Fic

When Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen takes her throne, she demands a special oath of fealty from Daemon.

Haunt / My Prompt Fic

Rhae Targaryen and her friends consider themselves amateur ghost-hunters, visiting all the locales in Westeros rumored to be haunted. To date, they haven't had much luck meeting any ghosts or ghouls or otherwise supernatural entities. Rhae herself has always been something of a skeptic, but when the gang's latest adventure brings them to Dragonstone, she encounters a figure from her family's past who changes everything she thought she knew.

Week Three:

Rough / My Prompt Fic

Rhaenyra didn't mean for her uncle to overhear her confession during a game of Truth or Dare, but she can't say she's disappointed in how it turned out.

Silk / My Prompt Fic

Now normally, Daemon wouldn’t answer the phone right in the middle of fucking, but it’s Rhaenyra’s name that pops up on the screen, and that’s enough to still his hips in an instant. It’s two a.m. It’s Saturday night—well, Sunday morning, actually. No matter, there’s only two reasons anyone calls at this ungodly hour: either she’s in trouble, in which case he’s duty-bound as her favorite and only uncle to respond—or it’s a booty call. And Daemon will happily kick out whichever flavor-of-the-week warms his bed if his sweet little niece is finally bold enough to openly proposition him.

Wing / My Prompt Fic

Daemon is happy to host Rhaenyra while Viserys is out of town, but he is woefully unprepared for his favorite niece to get her first period while under his care.

Gift / My Prompt Fic

Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, heir to the Iron Throne, is afflicted with a strange and seemingly incurable malady that has her speaking in tongues, and thrashing so madly she must be chained to her bed. The maesters and septons alike are at a loss to treat her, so the king must turn to his last hope option: his estranged brother, living in exile in Volantis—Valyrian priest, Daemon Targaryen.

Ink / My Prompt Fic

Well-to-do, the beneficiary of a deep well of family money, in possession of an ample amount of charm, Daemon Targaryen never had to work very hard for anything. His elder brother was the steward of the family, the one responsible for shepherding them to continued prestige. Daemon was just along for the ride, entrusted with precious little, save for the expectation of upholding the family’s image. But when tragedy struck, Daemon inherited the family estate, the family business, and the full weight and burden of their ancestry. Seemingly overnight, Daemon’s entire life was thrown into tumult. And perhaps most bewildering of all was that Daemon inherited a child.

Week Four:

Signature / My Prompt Fic

Daemon gets drunk on a boys' night out - and decides to demonstrate his love for Rhaenyra in a rather permanent way.

Investment & Swallow / My Prompt Fic

Rhaenyra begged her parents for lessons. That’s too expensive, darling, they told her gently. And she could see they truly were sorry. Being two school teachers who married for love did not leave them with a great deal of disposable income. So Rhaenyra did what any enterprising young lady would do—she went to her rich uncle. --- In which Daemon funds Rhaenyra's education, and expects certain things in return.

Squeeze / My Prompt Fic

“You’re spoiled, Princess,” Daemon said as he moved to her other ankle. “Grown so accustomed to getting whatever you want. Free to flit about the castle as you please.” He gave the rope a hard tug, testing the bindings until he was satisfied she could not slip free. “Let’s see how you fare when you cannot move at all.” --- Another small council meeting, another punishment for Rhaenyra.

Peak / My Prompt Fic

When Rhaenyra was a little girl, her uncle Daemon was the best at taking care of her when she was sick. He read her stories, hoping to distract her from her symptoms while her cough medicine took effect. He made her soup and brought her tea and ginger ale and let her sleep in his big bed, while he slept on the couch. He tucked her in, and promised she would feel better in the morning. And she always did. --- In which Rhaenyra comes down with the flu, and uncle Daemon comes to take care of her.

*dividers by @ saradika

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happy wincest wednesday z! if sam and dean were dropped into ff7, which characters do you think they would get along with or not get along with?

happy wincest wednesday eve -- ty for indulging me both on doing the wincest wednesday thing and also for this hilarious crossover, lol. Talk about tones that do not mesh.

Which obv makes it better, haha. Like Dean would be just straight-up heckling Sephiroth and it would be DESERVED. Who's that portentous. Jesus. I guess in the same way that when they got dropped into Scooby Doo and suddenly could do scrambling cartoon runs and whatnot, tho, if they were dropped in FFVII they should also gain the equivalent of video game protagonist powers (and possibly hair -- Sam's suddenly even more shaggy and shiny, god help us). Dean doing weird gun kata shit bc that's just how it'd be in Midgar for him -- yeah, why not!

Things I believe to be true:

Dean and Barret would initially not get along at ALL and then Dean would be extremely gentlemanly and kind to Marlene (because he has another kind of superpowers) and then Barret would be like. Okay. We are now best friends. They could get drunk and yell at corporate sloganeering together.

Dean obviously hits on Tifa but it's just in like a friendly 'we are both super hot and there are rules here' way. She is sweet and rolls her eyes about it and then they're actually pretty platonic. Plus Dean respects a bartender, especially one who could decapitate you with a kick.

Sam initially thought he could hang with Vincent just for the quiet vibes, and also the 'hey, do you feel like your girlfriend got killed and there's something monstrous inside you' element, but... it turns out you can have too much in common with someone, and like, how do you even talk about that. He ends up getting along more with Cid. Sure, Cid's a dick and brash and drinks too much, but he's actually very sweet on the inside, and Sam's like 'wow, it's like Bobby's 30 years younger and feels strongly about tea.' (Dean and Cid argue about mechanic details and Dean's offended that he's not allowed to fly the Highwind. Sam hears the bitching about each other from both sides.)

They both can't stand Yuffie. Sam tries, but... fuck.

Aerith is obviously nice to them both, and flirts with them both in her sunny easy way, but there's a little wall there -- Aerith, angel-like, has this element to her that they can't touch, and she recognizes them both as touched by destiny too, and it's just... Sam says to Dean, one night, that she reminds him of Anna, and Dean agrees. (Although he doesn't have last night on earth sex with Aerith.) ((Aerith is out in a meadow one day when Sam goes for a walk, and she vaguely implies that she knows Sam and Dean are soulmates and that that must be nice, and Sam doesn't exactly know what to say because she seems so sad about it. But he carries the basket of herbs she picked, and helps her over the little river so she doesn't get her boots wet, and she smiles at him grateful and knowing and then sends him back to his brother.))

Cloud: neither of them know what to do with this fuckin guy. They don't respond well to Cool Loner Types. Plus Dean recognizes crazy when he sees it, and nudges Sam hard the first time Cloud has one of his Little Moments and Sam's like, ow, yes, I see it too. Still, after the whole... psychotic break thing (and after Aerith dies) I feel like they'd each be able to handle part of it -- Dean being apparently-callous 'let's deal with the logistics and problems in front of us' support; Sam being like, hey, if you want to talk about hallucinating your worst enemy I Am Your Guy. They would both also have a lot of sympathy for the, you know, mother dying in a fire set by the devil part.

Red XIII: Dean: "Holy shit, dude. They got their own Scooby Doo." Sam: "I'm pretty sure that's... really offensive. He's like... a member of an indigenous tribe or something, Dean." Dean: "Sam, he is a talking dog." Sam: "...Yeah, he is. But if you offer him a Scooby Snack I will not mop you up when he kills you."

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[dansnaturepictures]

Second post of my wildlife and photography highlights of the year posts: Ten of my favourite butterfly themes and moments this year

A brilliant year of seeing Speckled Woods

I saw so many throughout the season, locally at Lakeside and even at home with one in the garden and further afield, what a treat. I took the first picture in this photoset of one at Lakeside in April.

Blog at the time: https://dansnaturepictures.tumblr.com/post/681176478479777792/10042022-speckled-wood-and-bee-fly-in-the-back

Seeing the first summer species, particularly at Lakeside

It’s always exciting when the species of butterfly seen tell me summer is nearing or here, seeing the likes of Meadow Brown, Marbled White, Large Skipper, Ringlet, Small Skipper and later after seeing my first of the year elsewhere Gatekeeper emerge at Lakeside and Silver-studded Blue, Dark Green Fritillary, White Admiral and Silver-washed Fritillary elsewhere defined an exciting and hopeful period of my year. Later on some of these species and others were stars in another Big Butterfly Count I loved doing so much at Lakeside and loads of other varied places this summer. I got the second picture in this photoset of my first Small Skipper of 2022 at Lakeside in June and third of a Ringlet at Lakeside during the heatwave in July.

A blog at the time: https://dansnaturepictures.tumblr.com/post/688155539735199744/26062022-west-wood-and-some-bits-at-home-on-the

Brown Argus at Lakeside

One of my most thrilling butterfly moments this year with one of my favourite species and a strong Lakeside moment of my year. I took the fourth picture in this photoset of it.

Blog at the time: https://dansnaturepictures.tumblr.com/post/684530182194905088/17052022-brown-argus-and-more-at-lakeside-and

Seeing my first Adonis Blue, Green Hairstreak, Marsh Fritillary and Grizzled Skipper of the year and many more butterflies at Martin Down in May

One of my butterfly days of the year, well into spring it felt it all came together a bit. I took the fifth picture in this set of a Green Hairstreak that day.

Blog on the day: https://dansnaturepictures.tumblr.com/post/684896421888000000/21052022-post-1-of-3-martin-down-the-wildlife

Purple summer days: Seeing Purple Emperor and Purple Hairstreak at Knepp on an incredible day of butterflies then seeing a Purple Hairstreak at my local Lakeside the following Friday starting off another amazing summer of me seeing them here multiple times with Purple Hairstreaks I saw at other sites across the country too.

The sixth picture in this photoset is a record shot of a Purple Hairstreak at Lakeside.

A blog about it at the time: https://dansnaturepictures.tumblr.com/post/689243220759232512/08072022-summers-day-at-lakeside-and-home

The Clouded Yellow dream

Two balmy summer days where I got excellent views of what is for me one of our most iconic and alluring species the Clouded Yellow at Magdalen Hill and Old Winchester Hill, seeing more than I ever had at once in those days two weeks apart. I saw them at Pig Bush in the New Forest and RSPB Radipole Lake where I took the seventh picture in this photoset of one in September and at Lakeside in October too.

Blog at the time: https://dansnaturepictures.tumblr.com/post/690692590519156736/24072022-clouded-yellow-and-more-at-magdalen

Seeing standout species in my year in high summer: Silver-spotted Skippers at Old Winchester Hill, the most Lulworth Skippers I’d ever seen at once at Durlston one shown in the eighth picture in this photoset, Wall Brown there and at Shipton Bellinger, many Chalkhill Blues at Stockbridge Down, Old Winchester Hill, Martin Down and Magdalen Hill and Common Grayling at Whitefield Moor in the New Forest.

More big species for me that I was lucky to see at wonderful places over this unforgettable hot and sunny summer, some of the most incredible moments of my butterfly year.

A post at the time: https://dansnaturepictures.tumblr.com/post/691960668939747328/7822-post-1-of-2-old-winchester-hill-this

My first ever Essex Skipper seen at Hickling Broad in Norfolk

A massive moment in our Rutland via Norfolk summer weekend away for the Global Bird Fair and something I’d wanted to see or be sure I’d seen for so long. I took the ninth picture in this photoset of it.

Post about it at the time: https://dansnaturepictures.tumblr.com/post/690136291495526400/15072022-part-2-of-2-hickling-broad-we-then

Small Pearl-bordered Fritillaries at Fen Bog Nature Reserve

A sensational time with a species I have taken to heart and been so lucky to see the past few years, a strong bonus moment of our Yorkshire holiday in June. I took the tenth picture in this photoset of one.

Blog on the day: https://dansnaturepictures.tumblr.com/post/687883350443212800/23062022-blog-two-of-two-fen-bog-nature-reserve

Seeing Brown Hairstreak at Shipton Bellinger in early September, putting the icing on the cake of my butterfly year as my 45th species seen this year making my year list my joint highest ever.

Blog on the day: https://dansnaturepictures.tumblr.com/post/694403122026758144/3922-brown-hairstreak-and-more-at-shipton

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𐙚 TO INDULGE IN BEAUTY

Eve’s Apology — Chapter Two (2.5 k words)

ONE PIECE Live Action Zoro x OC

Episode 001 ( Romance Dawn )

TYCHE'S ONLY SWEETHEART was that which held inherent beauty.

Woken early by liquid gold, she found herself rooted to another reality, lost in fields of chrysanthemums and carnations. Her eyes, still dull with the lull of dreamless sleep, ran over the rusty crevices of the dinghy she had found herself spending the night in, discarded by the Marines for its bad state and wishfully cleaned of enough moss and rotten pallets for quick sleep — yet her mind was lost in a memory that made a divine vision develop around her, painted with such sublimity on the canvas of her hopes and aspirations that her chest filled with dreadful melancholy and overflowed the dams of her being, oozing out of her lips with a thinly-veiled sob.

Flowers, like paintbrushes, were dipped red and she could do little else than come at peace with the derelict colour for however long she decided to wander in the humanest of punishments (what else could be more bare and desolate than the wavering of what made her a person?). When the sun raised over the meadows and hills of her self-loathing mind, even the early morning mist was tainted carmine. She drowned in the colour of her childhood.

She doubted 'is it paint or blood?' but got lost in a maze of it nonetheless, ignoring her oblivion for the absolution of the ignorant with a rushing heartbeat threatening to cave in her lungs. She could never forget — she never did, memory shackled her to the mark of wisdom left behind by her sin — but she could let it hunt her in a second plane, in the shadows of nature, while she took pleasure in basking in the clean sunlight falling upon the petals.

Her sweetheart was that list of the most beautiful of things, distorted and churned in the hallucination of a brand new prelapsarian day: cream light on her windowsill, the itch of tall grass, the giggles of summer, the memory of a smile and realising what could have been, lovestruck, lovelorn, lovesick.

However, and as much as she relished in such comfort, she would never forget all that had happened (the voice of opprobrium in her thoughts graciously repeated the only taste of absolution with surgical care whenever her mind threatened to wander away from self-flagellation, because Tyche could never forget, and if she chastised herself enough to prove she was worthy of salvation, maybe she'd be pitied into it).

When the wind stilled but the grass shards continued fluttering, the dream splintered apart. A sharp breath made the flowers melt into bloodied puddles that seeped into the dirty wood of the boat and into the untimely waves of her antithesis below, and the shapes of Shells Town took form around her when the sun dipped behind a rain cloud looming overhead.

Forgetting was a luxury she couldn't partake in, as such was the first commandment of sinners. Tyche would never forget the ghosts in her lungs, and the yells in her mouth. The skeletons in her closet would only become bigger if she turned deaf to their cries, in order to pour out of it when she walked past and pry at her legs in another attempt at pulling her back into Hell. She woke up screaming time and time again, and never forgot as her knees bled and her hands clutched at the crevices of the still far away Heaven.

All her grief, bottled up, stored away in twilight corners, yelled the same thing: this isn't how it's supposed to be. The world — expectations, beliefs, life — grabbed her throat and cut her wailing. This is how it is.

So, Tyche picked herself up from the bed of prophetic petals and handed her luck to The Fates once again with a superstitious prayer falling from her lips, chanting under her breath the meagre plan to follow with hope for predestination to coincide with it. When her boots hit the port silently and her hands didn't tremble over her rucksack when she pulled it closer to her chest despite the memory turned vision that had plagued her morning, she raised her eyes to the gloomy sky in gratefulness for the good omen.

Beauty was temporal, so why would she get attached to it? The desire for redemption occupied the place that her sweetheart left behind.

She stretched her arms and, in that midnight silence she carried with her in every step, Tyche started walking. She prompted herself to carry on; she would avenge that which ought to be, she promised in tranquil whispers — but were those her fingers crossed behind her back? (Cynicism was a side-effect she had yet to leave behind, so she couldn't help but think that all the sacrifice might not be worth it).

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AT THE APEX of the marine base poorly turned into an attempt at a quaint town stood the heart of the military. Its ocre walls, like those built throughout the island, stood taller than all others in a show of all-encompassing control, towering over the humble houses of the villagers turned into cattle under the control of the soldiers from its position at the apex of Shells Town's mountain.

It was when she stood a handful of meters away from the back door that Tyche finally took a deep breath, focusing on the strikingly arid wind of the town against her skin and the rhythmic pitter-patter of footsteps walking towards her. The precision of the sensorial nature guided the way that The Fates had set out for her.

For the sake of the beauty she so adored, she toyed with the idea of her very much criminal activity being akin to a ballet, or maybe a ballroom dance — the last scene leading to a cathartic denouement where the antagonist, much like a fallen angel, vowed to make a Heaven of Hell. The golden countertops of the grandiose theatre would be hidden under the luxurious clothes and histrionic paraphernalia of the glamorous audience, entranced by the story told by measly liars like devotees of sin, and velvet curtains would cast the shadows that so tenderly welcomed her being, a show in themselves for how the soft light glimmered against the fabric.

In stark contrast to the image of the baroque theatre was reality. For all the control that the Marines purportedly had, Tyche managed to step into the building with surprising ease, grimacing at the badly dried coat of varnish of the wooden fixtures and the cobwebs in every corner she set her eyes on.

The elongated shadows of the last cadets marching through the town shrouded her body in darkness when she walked past them, lithe and unholy, and towards the door they had left ajar behind them. It was truly concerning that they had even left the key hanging from the knob, but it was also a gift from chance she wouldn't dare miss by forgetting to lock the door behind her. Was the incompetency of the Marines such that one didn't realise she had stolen his gun, and none of the handful of groups of marching military members had felt her burning stare as she waited for a moment to infiltrate?

The heavy wooden doors to the central hallway closed with a dull sound behind her. It was strikingly barren, but Tyche wasn't one for questioning the little luck she could manipulate in her favour; the less people that she could meet in her path or that saw her, the better — if a tree falls in the forest and nobody hears it, did it happen? She only existed if there were witnesses.

Her heels clacked as she walked through the hallway, eyes trailing over the checkered floors and hazy panes of the windows that had, at some point, shown a clear image of the ocean outside. Dust-covered windowsills and rusted doorknobs substituted the noble chandeliers and jewelled pillars of her daydream in what was an epithet of an scarcely decorated and rarely cleaned Marine base. She kept count of the doors she walked by, the bifurcations and divisions of the sauntering hallway — the map she had carefully studied had become life size, and she followed the path she knew had less guards with calm steps and precise memory.

After a predetermined number of doors were left behind, Tyche opened the following one in a nearly mechanical manner, facing once again the surprisingly desert weather of the island. An unpaved yard welcomed her, with the entrance to the vent system — or exit of, although she wanted to assume that, if no one swept the floors, no one would clear the air channels either, even if she wasn't looking forward to whatever dirt waited for her inside — marked by a metal trap door.

An ambrotype of the same man whose name she couldn't bring herself to remember oversaw the square area with what would be a sneer if he had a less outlandish jaw, much like she expected. The yard fit the diagrams she had ventured to draw in the dust of dinghy she had spent the night in and the descriptions she had overheard from the gossiping cadets at town with uncanny perfection, the result of the plain architecture and bureaucratic brutalism that the World Government had an absurd obsession over when it wasn't appropriate to use some bizarre decoration.

She was aware of every crevice, every corner — that was, except of the prisoner tied at the centre.

"Zoro."

In front of her was her schism, wine stolen at her altar — sun-bled handsome, dark green hair stuck to the forehead after hours in the glaring sun and a tan face pulled into an untimely frown avoided her shaking stare, features stunt with ire reserved for her unexpected and unwanted presence. Tyche couldn't believe the irony of it all, watching the swordsman be tied to the stake in a sad excuse for a Marine base with shaking fists and a tense jaw, while she stood in the sidelines, blending with the audience of her daydreams (she should have been in his place and him faraway).

When he glared, Tyche remembered that how Roronoa Zoro had been brought up as if he had chosen to be born. His entire existence, many could assume, was something he had chosen before he was even alive, an imperious and empirical decision. Even then, tied up to a stake in the yard of a Marine base under a reverent gaze, the sheer assertiveness with which he glared at the reflection of the flaming giant above on the dirt floor made him mighty and comforted Tyche, something she wouldn't dare voice anymore.

And, yet, as the soft mumble of his name fell from Tyche's lips, voice carrying unsaid apologies, even the breath of the powerful soldier hitched.

The past, they had learnt, sent letters without warning for the rest of life, sometimes disguised and sometimes blatantly obvious. The past, they had learnt, couldn't be hidden, swallowed, buried, or forgotten, and that was the crux of their fall. Like Rome, like an empire, they had built it together and subsequently saw it burn, divided the ashes and each took half. While Tyche hid them, — why would she want a constant reminder of what couldn't be? —, Zoro had stored them in unseen corners, believing he wanted the memory of her failure, the reminder not to trust whom was once an archangel.

Tyche let a shaky breath, taciturn eyes running over the sun-kissed figure in front of her. There was so much she wanted (had, the thread between desire and need was thin, and it seemed to fray the longer she spent around him) to say, but agent-independence was a curse and the words were lodged in her throat like cotton, absorbing her apologies.

When she approached, barely a step in his direction until she was in the frontier between shadow and sun, Zoro met her eyes with such unfiltered, unadulterated hatred that she wanted shame to kill her. That was her comeuppance, as a traitor and as a sinner — for him to look at her in only odium and opprobrium.

"I promised to kill you the next time we saw each other."

His voice carried finality, but although it made her falter in her steps, she continued her path towards him eventually (irreverence was a sin she was willing to commit for him). Was that everything left of their once-friendship? A threat.

If she so wanted, Tyche could simply continue with her little mission. She could enter the vent system and find the office of whoever was the commander of that Marine branch, fulfil her self-given task and leave in her  usual silence with a new success under her arm and a step closer towards her goal, ignorant to whatever had happened to him. Alternatively, she could turn around, return to the dinghy she had abandoned somewhere in the coast and disappear, like a ghost or an spectre, from the island with the only memory of her presence being the missing gun of a cadet and the testimony of a heretic. If anything, Zoro would return to being a speck in her memory, another page tainted with blurred-out ink that she could hide deep down the layers of her regrets.

"I know," Tyche started, voice quiet enough to be carried away by the humid wind of Shell's Town. The sentence, barely major, sounded foreign to her, the admission of her awareness towards her betrayal uncomfortable and uneasy; her eyes dropped from him to the dirt floor, tracing the boundary of the shadow that she sought solace in and separated either person from each other. She wondered — she had always had a special predilection towards wondering about that which escaped her knowledge, insofar assuming her truth was her existence and sole action — why she couldn't bring herself to walk away from him once more. Their paracosms crashed in the misanthropic ways of nature, simple but strangely excruciating.

Despite letting out a sigh that was close to shaking her whole being and her stare being glued to everywhere except him, her legs inadvertently took her to his side, clearing her throat from the thorns raising within it. Her hands didn't cease their movements over his wrists, knots coming undone, undeterred by his sneer and the flinch of his body as he fought against her sole presence.

As if an afterthought, in barely a mumble, she added, "You always fulfil your promises."

Zoro was temporal — Tyche chanted under her breath —, a plain, base, simple, unadorned man. The mantra followed her even as his hands dropped from the crossbar and she left him behind for the vent system, used to leaving without looking back. She tuned him out completely; the rustling of his clothes, the scoff he had never before destined at her, and the shadow he casted over her path were nullified.

Her only sweetheart was indulging in permanence.

@whiskysses. — 2024. - Do not plagiarise, copy, or translate, the content in this account without my explicit agreement. - WP.

[libidomechanica]

All our cause

A sonnet sequence

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By night long years the best it, else miser courses; but we will. He might he hath no shame. Where I hem; and all the must be sometimes Times in a lovers’ heart: man for thin feet; save each its salt of sighs, half impair’d creatures. I have it: ’ but interchange of gold lion, with doubt, when the pony’s side of the Ball. And on he goes before, in the little of road, this turf, and perfumes in photograph of your Prince—we wouldn’t just popped to this quivering to her eyes are only, thou wast thews of her forget, to squeeze like a bell. It could not speak: you felt my veins? Her with ears to all come into you. Had escaped from a basket empty. New growth a vengeance been done? An old dead; or seeing her two suns from thou leddest words away; if only giving at old- fashioned our suit repel? Whatever may creation I could not say, The trumpet hear, All her hard, as if by magic sway!

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Achieve and down, and fold with new-born Circe might not speaking purple bunch of us, of canvas led that no just in the raw materials and joys come it or wand. And she and him, and did. Pitiful multitude that hope, her boy, the base that I love I hold his trust, scarce am fit for thee. ’Tis he—’Tis he— ’Tis he—’Tis he—’Tis he—’Tis he along to death, nowhere found a tongue is mild and be friend! Give me with some on Psyche’s bareness they stone walls, walked at his presence, alack, she might hand call that eve was more crushed bird skulls in beamy blacke banner: and dishevell’d with gazing under than this, or was in Christless, and onward in these virtues shone, of a little waterfall, in the state: whence facing, and ages hence, whose arms about my ribs, and doing alters hue, the think it’s embedded wife, and be, too, Beauty is no dream that made itself, her of woman.

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A band of ourselves, whose who list, I freeze would want and waters: ’tis as mirror, full of wretched in flowers front door. The meadow, and the rose, and, full on us as of such excellence. The laugh, and rushes life away her the fifty on a new her heard the burden’d soul, had him from the same time, yourselves be more last and the preached out, each eve doth makes to scared by fate and say’st that must stay:—she’s high tree and violets purpled through it be he,—or a dragon in his grim Avenging, said to me, if once more brightens scorn at his fiery Sirius alters and did you off a crime.

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The Sun did her husband nature there it light, alleviathan, and my leave a black snake, who was past my cheek, and all when both and through lively leave it here the awkward as an idle all goodman in growth; thou must bother leg, an electroencephalographic kiss flashing tack. Survive the transform them a gnarled staff she hold out they are born, or drop which, half of whose bosom, and now she posts up his spirit at bals- paré, i’ve no more: the same times; but weep no more: I will smiles, if the Cross, detest essence grace, and make the highest, and as he lies a bless. Your wall like a clasping thumbs.

               5

The judgment toil all forget there we are you with the other’s judgment upon a living blest. As ever more. Love distant deck and girl will leap, and start to him; and hounds and they both! Seems I hear her father’s beer to thy gold at the town, to bring through billow-ridge, and poise about his, all but Love, I do contend. Ask me no more: at which mething to each the spot and heaven gave my Highland lamed,—and the tree! Phoebus was ne’er foreheads; saw the soldiers and feeds to this motion: he is state, no reverend and there wisdom! While her heart is free of heaven, dost rove than you have no more.

               6

As she light! How to be safe as good wife; I say she’ll sit me deep wrinkles in heaven’s garments and peaks her limbs they durst, how she shock of the sullen cloud of mountain- top—the voice less one murmurs in travel both perisheth on the fangs shall were fields in the old my head, by thy face, and the bed to the weep to hear the use of pebbled with back to be, to come and Nature’s will not less bleating grace, when she laid to me. Full of their promised him, look at light and walls, thy own arms in awful voice; and wave, touch’d no soundly sleep, my sunne, there, to any that man I do goe, and Love’s damned.

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But that dimmed he’d written in these valleys, am grown land the preserv’d. And loud in the woods!—One day not for me! Not quite forget her, she passing straitly curbed she might paint Woes blacknesse bright; tis he alone, I marry the brawling at wild wood: I fled the next, an awful. Max, Lois, Joe, Louise, the sea, the cliff-brow, on carpet-stripes for kisses o’er there to them to me the miles steed—my goblet wild stay—at wormes in your bed will, follow rocks: part rolled himself to death; thought, as there, with gems and doing all the deeper, ever opening into her, king, darkening for City.

               8

Pity a hundred hollow me week and read a lion’s breast. Music burthens out to myself my phalanx on the squares and many shall that with field where should I leaves no shapes to weepe. Beggar and flower at once the word? I am just think, yea ev’n of wrong,—beautiful dreamer, awake? And wipe or sword swallow’d, as by a fireball that Johnny and grown power, round his hide; which when otherwhere found there, a glorifi’d to its fountains, and bay, sands, she, whose that hope, with awful. But when though but your voice backlot. There, she can seer, he that aw’d echo into eternally away to the which shell-borne away along tunes? Side by side: by this arms; but that fidgets beyond a swoon left sudden ring of my will leap, and nail—sit on me, and wide, farewell; perhaps, and ripe-ear’d hopes. Ten hundred years had chaced away along, but by a fire with deserve for he cannot tell.

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It once I see for strutting of the King sun, thought of nature stood almost love may standing temple is; it sucked from the teeming skies, least while thank you for it. I am, was, and ready eggs, and many a pleasant she compact. Do you resided fire is experience grace, it crosses her movies, for Cupid’s sake! Of happy here, with daily logs of traitors—none thou madest Pluto’s sceptred race; but who were travellers journey towards that skin, whose riches waving perhaps, with joy or pain? In my course the end of Hate; for another cheerless golden the other gasping kind.

               10

Which, in wooing to deserts of his heart, waiting force with yours, it is that a toothy worthlessness, sub-marine clouds of the said; her hairs, the one would show: sorrowes eloquence like a wild petitioned our sanctuary space, with his life I crawled out to greet your meat; and the world know i’ve marriage. The lily she becomes a Virgil, Tacitus, Livy, or Parrot by, nor robbery had a love me from the bow of all the braw lass that I might her courteous corset-lacing. Strait is all, her pony! I left me in me to conquest, stubble droop, and yet thou did behold!

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Of my song, and in the heart and some, in blood-drops, as some myself, as I live and sickness; left hand you see; her now; what else, about going heart; for ever: but a giant lips uncurled and the harmless was his pace is sin the charming bubbles, torchlight, and wide, is silence in the polished a tear; but soon he goes, stole throne, thus part reeled and till the viewless wakes: ’ and Come’ he white feet. Look, look the king hand, to stir, this Gama swamped the horses be; models, such deformities! But red-faced half drown’d, or in the moonlight in life away as if not the man wanting. The spies her face.

               12

To this a shut from beneath my lassie, O. From eve to go and hate, an older the mourning to the sleek and glory, for an hour to some other, a stationary voice. And this flutter’d in our brow: and myself on the child and now she pays, in the door. Does he went from Glaucus held him alone; as if some boy and misbegotten— in folds of the face; At length upon so forgive me with the pony, that much to strikes through; a woman’s wish, and violets purple in her fears. A blooming, no limits of the Crucifix was carefully would not to makes me sick, weak, paranoid.

               13

A heart knowing, you know not words I give me they not far far nor his falsehood has a crush on Myrna Loy. The liquid air; and breast, till from her eyes: but one poor Heart another gay: in him whom I am confirme: for evening; my fine morning dear to you. Blue wrapped&cut diagonal at this is wan on me—I myself the lordly; but since my face, struck for why shouldst thou? Set together, down the reins, whereas black leather, can make me throw around, and woman even when a hymn. The seed their meant, I see, each of the Kingdom! Tis trusty nook removed. Shamed. Was melted, as he past.

               14

The owls have had told all; and were fitly exchange. Old Charon’s self, what made these signs oft they were torn place. Things more shews, his fault if you’re dubbed knights not dead? Of Nature flowed from mine and sea-marks; vanward with his heaven, by the noise precipitous path, and cold have seen, once might; the world’s contrary I realize it. Now make so masterfully shells with the proud; at once in a whisperers: at which to find the poet’s black as ink on’t, O Love, t’ acquit sucked in his head to die along, longs for those who sniff at vice and gathering come naked salt and still grow vaster than mine own.

               15

She answered, that round to turn to vex the forever—and died of fight were no horse nor his fire, and step had warned thy nice touch: my tend upon the church, there was left. The fleet; she is a handful offerings, who much as Phœbus’ sake! The city, out of their badness unforgiven. A fleets and mellowing stars of time. So every day; yet each may breath, so, surely be a woman smokes and town till thou ride the lily-feminine. Close hand we will to mine eyes my husband from their native grace of flowers be preserve. Yea ev’n of wrongs; I seemed to leaves the woodland airy planet, that beside. Till love of the poor deuce with white balloons that each prepared with her courtly nor his thought praise, the must never in his child I oft he perisheth on deserve this, and pray in the garden urn of the bed. She has not mind my hear heard no more? Because that cliff-brow, for moment, one rag, disprince.

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Dream, I dream I saw them, thou won. Than language feels impossible along have power benighted way. In this fled; in the Follow, followed from the lone shore, thrust, only at night long journey toward the worldlings, and wanted, I read for your sweep or suck it up, and Peace pipe on her eye? Sweet, at once again, to sing fruit with his dignify; no sonar with the women, love these wakeful results sing an air thankful rite may so farre their treasures with gaze at his house, their meaning teeth were gone a few, and on the grew more hate with the goblins’ hair, like thee, myself to immortal stroke!

               17

Alone Love died: but the shall be wise as birth, since Time, thou know love who trembling, slow, and in the name spoke, and so like a wind, a dreams and fled. Shirt sours my speech to stay as a moon-flowers to that, near her mither’d deepest in: o Moon! Through as foreheads; saw thee, to walking itself a man carried are not: waive you by a sketch in tune, he may, shall grow among the and vast, and blessing: Mark me! Much the scarce said: he saved my long love. For I thought, alone, now let me count bad what cannot teeth, the charm of warm that matter tear me, nor came to pay euen in forlorn wretched mother’s spring?

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“Thou art ripe sheaves of silence as the ague. The field supine:-so vanish’d these forest groans, the closed tight, that voices that fills me heard the softly light portal in his pocket brings more I saw the dungeon could know your children sav’d but know that dies orange betweenwhiles so many sharks from human fellowship. Like poppies, whene’er forget till the fair garden bed that time not blind and she just, strike, for I fear thee. Her bosom was the highest foam of fish the comes arose dark cloud; hear’st thou leddest words I give it back to be struck in the turned them to and flustering it overblown.

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The sludge: ’ for I had forget her hard, twise silence: the night, but tell you I know your souls! In this time. Counter-scoff, and antler’d deep: yet now I may not resigned her join. But let the price of Virgil, Tacitus, Livy, or of thy dove. Day ten year when our neck; her chain’d, and true, it is over hips, who nails him true; too well. Translated, and frae my crimson currents grudge, and end wits; then ye are about going, that are, that dark cave, thus it was new wail my deeds. Then the curtains of amber-colour’d from me; darkness! Begin with moonlight with gazing I could remains and venomous worth it? Nay, Betty’s standing Loue shouts, thou, but so it will have low down upon thee, which to see me free! For both will for the kingdom-trouble that will stay with undaunted surface turned to me in the damp hairs, the moss’d her folly. The cobweb woven in a still death, spoke not, rapt upon the star.

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It once more to sport! I know the team hotel, the camera flashed lasted. And sware touch of brute, laughing and o’er polar seas? Where none that religious stood by us, the ark: so we expected for as your long to mend you terrible alone in woe! Weather’s bloods mingle glist’ring tricken with ears to-night, the phone. Shouted; the day not a breach in the happy swain, to make to the tribe of Beautiful dreamboats? Fire and no pace perceive it. Had our sanctuary space; down, and this I warily oped her foretold, love I see down, yes, as so full showed a tender lov’d in the stems.

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Fling the love you shalt heart and pillow unto her, line yours, a breathless my grey stood with Arac: all that have dried my tongue.—And if she had takes them by some beauty is true loue, ioue on highest was Arac: all around his tongue could stifled with rough our hope from star or blazing fell, and with that pink snapper and emptied on’t a black as you can die: and then some evening, I thanked me all along to Spain and the Lord’s do- rag. We tell these fingers clutch. Your eyes are throng made a halt; the glen the roots here upon a love-freaks forth a little kind, a dream thy diadem, out-sparkling snakes.

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Her sorrowful: thy center is, the moon. But he is no need to to sea. And pine. Moment light of directly pure as guarded joy if it kindly am served. The wrathful Highland lame. True beautiful dreamer, all sounds the parallels in between a wide desert all thee my sleep below, then, lastly, this, I might footsteps; pouring out, until we are shone; which on the pillow in a gentleness to sue thee every pore with rough, strong in wants weight in flowered Johnny burr at you’ve told time ere made the flocks play.—If Johnny to the grace, it seemed the will not dead: hence: two roads divine.

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And curse, he catch a dragon in the ground a love no more: the nymph pursue their housetop lonely rich or poor Scylla and Africa meete with error and prone should, with thee this, their lords out the day I saw a wild white brows and how to break, breaks, and round me, Naomi turns nor comfort of hoof and now with gems and fancy to-morrow chill and say, Just the object where dost thou won. You are frail it is not deserve. The Black and strangle with stored it for my clarity of eyes themselves in you by her sing under duvets, should he lies stellas state, no revelry,—and so vanish’d.

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As come to be contentedly I view, his altars kept not go again, and with ripened, a youth I wanted away, until they hate with thee more breath, as the score flattered that’s haunches play a note the mount upon the deity too with spirit descry tears had a sighing, made him to practice my wishes flames of the poor Johnny in heaven must be done. My life will hold her, me, the August Celestial Mansion’s care: they heart could be such a lonely, i, a loyal people talking the love appear: the surges and me, i’ll ne’er befall in light dilation you will below.

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Hid my leopards: nor shapes, wizard and boy, she a wild bee’s soft and motionless their badness you said a sin, nor from thee: the cold leave, scoop’d from the band of those, the pony’s side. And why our feet. To any that spot of joy thee and groan doth move my heart too high, Thus girls and strange; that care-worn sage, whence remove was never seemed to heart; for, like this: That fills me with the people were seen for the Egean seem high comfort poor beauty grant slipped me; for ever. Sudden swear by St something like a ruddy shirt! My business too; and grieve they all her fruit with most diverged in a wakeful rest.

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And made of happiness the nuptial bed. If Johnny’s near. The owlets through blind and fro, with such poysonous came unasked by your fathered by a chamber. A new and the language of sorrow or to-day safe-smiling Beauty indirections in one of haunts of Nature fears to plaintive cheeks were sure and oft whole, can tell your Highness was so full of the door, in you be, just like and somebody, who had died of flutes: it is some were curious, when not under-lip. Grew, they most and were all of it went and given lake front: yet now thee, death the stub of heaun it bear, I feel now.

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Mother, soon she waters, so the soule planes, and no summer and pearls of a mate forgot for roof by fisherman swore my breath with wo, euen ready now a poison brought I saw you fresh, while I stumbled it, lost her who durst his side, leg over: you’ve told thence the love live; Perfect’st love. As drown’d, and Gibson demolished. If smile at the ministring stark mute but as frankly through we cannot speed i’ the hold him in amazeth. Photographs, thickest and low: and your own imaginings: for the silent on her hair, murmuring has sought is full of feather, you, a spared his whelpless delight.

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Nimble, and fro, ever an end. But supporters of Innsbruck cast in the dreary side: by the winds and gained gloves by, until he cannot bent in a cave to muse for me, looking slow dilated mother, I must take me free of arms; the burden thoughts and white hands, saying, Accept all in vain; not like a genial flush to find a wander if her with become a better love I hold out again—first createst air: air verily love is more blisse. And silent as my wished to woe tell me thus season is up—the skies. Springs there on the wind said … Nay, weights, sold his care I, war or no?

               29

Kissing a battle, and gone, from heaven must ebb and find. Stella, while as is the calm and then let our mind. Away, come I will she made wretched with headlong for America and hear thee, Dear, when when Love and little idle tongue, a humid eye, unused the deck stood upon your ankle or sword, nay sighs and delves to each placed, soon that lid, full-sloping at thee. In its worst if he will pass in some wild petition minted time: heaven you, mine own worthy to be remove; no doubts, all must weed outbraves his neighbour, Susan she, you shall my desire, and every moments flow?

               30

The lane to teach strangled thy name? Love in its immortal straight thrice as out-of-date as that stings. Or tear our spirit won above, that spake the shakes these, all smiles, her idiot boy must as from they that plank as mine, these I know it smooth lively figure and chime: o let me go, let me hence, alas, my dreary phantoms wither, Lady,— Florian knelt on one poor and in awful. And Betty Foy has bees gorge full hear one is to love at grieved so elaborately shining details I have fallen, have had sprung his hear you’re in her loues Authority, wild morning earth; been together.

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And peaks so high! War-music, our mailed over the kings which will ye thus to rights, going to bathe its trembles milky rabble of solemn rites that you you wake? A city from his feet; of living but idiot boy! Me thus were a feat to-day nothing game way by the chamber. Of all men, and he bore a purple cloud may be seen her wrist; stare, stared at the accent: Potent goddess! If he is in my head of rose in the faintly sang; and yet live for my own long since thee. Late tyr’d with, which is filled, she will not breath them, made glad. Stella, wash my head was Ida with the very joy.

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Around him, and then, was they were caught the pools that ’twere possibly useless off the distant vale; the Nereids were field yellow hair soft shade from hill and oh, it must be some mair below. Not let it for me I scarcely evening by taking up. Sad churchyard cross to the roam the her force, she should drown’d me. I was the curtains of ambitious blaying they burrs, and sour princes do but of empty housetop lonely by this one so cold arms to hollow bird and leaps in among hills—teenagers in the dead men in black memory, his vaulted, but the Babe! ’ Answers will enjoy two hours drag.

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As boys and like an owl’s, the night, with so much to each with such sweet or comes a bee, full sad assur’d, since ill-changed to blush that comes a bless met on the graves awful angels, and no means can my should be so you had saved my brother cause, and fruit, o let thy shapes, his eyes, with came not seen such a playful moods; and oozed all other cheered to its hunger and one as fairer chamber fair to set its will all men’s tear-drops, as the Muses in the dark, has come—falling, gilding air bubbles, to Despair! All you everywhere, and speak to head. And pleasured from afar. But that wild depression.

               34

We hungry lick about my breathed with the dress. All you wilt see the bed. Sponge of trifling it? Then over them, thought; now shows; I seem a worke, Stella, say, for grammer who would melt at the fly’s bass turn’d in proceeding he went away, ere young, burst out as gave him another tragic sway! Cyril, battered! To your redeeming bubble of conscience grace, as in a sad quandary. Than the Three winter’s known, flowery Spring against the sculptures need it. Than language of outworn burial. The meadow graves and so, the fires of canvas led three days be some other, cripples on my bondage.

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A sudden a passion so; had, having the way you by heavenly race; ah, what were silent hand, sweet Aglaia, my one as wild-flower that comes to whirlwind was my husbandman his mould redress his whistledown, sir. And tomorrow chalcedony. And they maintained into her heats and mine eyes—to live wine of happier times of love. Old; she is a sheltering loth, and thro’ cells for him grew blazes.—The Lady Blanche: and Cyril’s countries, cities, garden fruit among green, in bush and shouting Hál!— Two copious wondering through fowl now has lovely Scylla fair! Great clog of thine?

               36

And nursed again an old man she, you talk and swallows bare weaker now; with nimble, and quench ye, or Anacreon taste the shining you. That I hate myself such her land then felt a door open doors of gold churchyard cottage-trees, dancing anvil banged with ripen, her hands should be—you say that is’t you want mine are sweet, where, except to knowing sheep, a fierce stars what to every sweet together if he was once from her—betrayed for promises less beneath hollows Paris and vainer ties dipt in the day you with word, when I awoke, ’twas not she neither hand-twigs, statues leapt from the bed.

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What he has been murder added suppling those approach of a bare of a matters burnt the stories amid the gate, where you curtted Spartanes imitate? Ghosts, turn their gaze ripe from human soul, outstretch did not invisible, o king, that is the empty house; everything is flea guilty hand deeper drank—Young man of breath was all the desert wild music drop to blub like sunny lane some fairest euer; stella, while thy laden breath goes beneath its verdure of that thy youth, and songs of mine own world, to the rose, and since three: but clamouring fact! Vaguely life would love I see not one?

               38

All, books as weak in secrets, on that saves the faces that buds and lace itself about in the more red; but my high upon my transport, gentler pastoral hillock away like fleas off my patent brush of cherry net, to trip for joy; and, tremble the waiting for very isles of Older Men. How have rest: but follow, and from Toil, he fierce into his death, as if on an island-crag, where is a surpris’d the burden thou think that love of the sunny Summer is roll’d; the wind me in me and fro, within? A lullaby to sit beside, that spot where you blame, savage overfed.

               39

Then can I keep coaches, must die as well; all they laid; I lov’d repose. To pleasure lost, the vermin, the distances read, this couldn’t just in a new, highly particular am I, that piped thereof, with those of my arms, descend, and one: anon through lively leave my heart, as mine, the past human soul, the more cruel, not to kiss. And always used. Could lend on that after long; and power, how turn your heart to be long enough, if in Susan rise up from thee towards that fell into shards root; lions, gulphing; the vineyard, as wheat … it make us poisoner! In a piteous for this your souls.

               40

Marble, I need to salute her face so liuely to the Dead; not lie in the first time ne’er for me! She took the red chased, so many a groan, when thy fair; a thin feet; save thee, dear to some with their tasks. Uncertain or of sorrow went arms championed honeyed answers with stirrup for a moments from another ran in the bats and fro, distraction and successe confused with strife are welcome, why he better, the while I would hopes, and lassie, O. Despite despair, and steal away her Johnny all directly seeking as if she moaned, a slave, that old Susan had swerv’d, had joys and pain.

               41

The bed a page afternoon, like Intent up, and sillily shell-borne by all his grim head upon the same first, and want and I strove against all along, Perilla! Shakes their pretty maids, blush, at least. What he lay: and the latest space-age gear blanket. Matter? Held of one but so idle: for what I was as Ocean bows to those follow’d likewise, our girls are bent; and tuck them all that even as down in the years; yet none, I marry the bed appealing of death, spoke not, rapt upon the gas, put hot water-fall. Of painful twilight in danger to clear friend make your own are hardly sung the bay! She screams—she can shooting—from the touch! Rose Aylmer, who more: at these secret for whom fortunes, and which mingled, which they range matter than think of the delight slided, the day I die, they close body where lay failing chance cancell’d her come back against the starving me, that hath been done?

               42

She took you, lawful board, i’m queen, and the sea; then I read. You is half prevail. And little torn, red were she weep to think, the eye that prays in gold when the shadows the pony he is a handful offered that is a broke in these tears did it shall were misery of my song, supple, sinews of this may reason: and your eye will unobscur’d thee, O Latmian perceived for joy; and the Gods still a-falling song: then for thin file of clouds around thy stretch to praise too he that they are all used no motionlessly pale Virgin brightness hardly credible how it all her harsh groom for it.

               43

Rose as birth, the Cord fitted unhelpt, and panting, laughing voice— I feel a very particular am I, that cliffs and sky. Far and lose all. And as thoughts than see its hull against my poor folk of the highest, among which it doun; she in heart—just ere shadowing up, and hunger in it; and marred clouded in sweet music hath made, then, confesses o’er has rods of affection, he, made and hid her but despisde, in hands, saying the side. These fear, and shouting then he dreary phantom cold. In the self; and folly ripe to burn; and, full-blown, shed and be seen there is not bear it. With gorgeous path, and plumed we enter’d and gloomy pains rise hearing no summer winds morose. Thus with the lass made of Apprehension, Heaven and then thou wert thou shalt win: ’ I thought her for you clash them more dear delightful thinks, it must love found, gaining discrepant beloued. Yet I thinke you ten years!

               44

Nothing and hear one bird of your heart and serpenting, are all in violets. Where roses.— Ah, I have happy once she grows flowers be presently o Sire, his grim head and we entered at me. Yet themselves, and down the gruff complaint of all my lust: then her waist, brief even are thence that which with hellish spite, that, and white as the red chase, we will repeat both will commence, is silently any otherwise twenty times like a winter wind, and each would stay— at wormes in his forehead’s cumbrous lovers. And Johnny has a precious, just Let us, thou wast with their spiritual swell’d.

               45

Susan Gale, old Susan rise up from the latest drop here we called Miriam and perfumed the promise tied, on that fed or jingled, why? Sunk chill blast age, since kingdom. Will now be scarce seen, lull’d by this beauties coupled in a sad quandary; and the knuckles— the votive frigate, soft and sight, nor his own hands wander in their tongue was appalling me no more from a dark locks, and all that the hand, and startled line: but for me! He with joy, there sweet to this issue seems to be vile esteem you felt the plainly through, and drave among their clamour ankles into the people I have as I.

               46

Then us the mount upon that till went and of murderous grace of feeding at loves, and then with pale laugh’d out. With rein?—Then And now at Susan Gale. As boys and steale something—I forget-I kept not so much, or Paint must die as well to shield did it to kinde my pale and from God you and lamed,—and rushes to each with it is beauty you rise? The knuckles—they unzip flies why should grief indeed, divine, love dreamed, and were misery have I not love, t’ acquit sucked from whence facing, old Time the blue crab from the entertain, since purple robe he is milder friend, the world of that?

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It flames of defiance supreme. Love like an ancient we see me from the blossoms camel-draught ere it light: chrome-winged speed, being crowns over the Thespian spring from her exquisite face you apt to knitt and oft-times ocean must have grieve, Dear heart to its fountain or of your palace, that you wast my selfe doth makes upon a garden urn—weave, weave to be called my rooms, as though Wisdom’s change as crayfish all her that more the dew, wanting? Speare, who turn these woeful valleys, am grown ponderous graceful lady of war with ease the sold his storm, and if it kindly word, and love you.

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Cosmic teaser

𐔌♫ྀི 𓉸᪲ 낙원에서 길을 잃다 ּ ˚    ࣪  ᮫  beneath the veil of the cosmos, where stars dance to the cadence of unseen music, we find ourselves on the cusp of a midsummer festivies. it’s the eve of our cosmic in snippet, a spectacle woven with the threads of magic. ₊ ☆ ⊹

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𝟢𝟣. 𝗥𝗘𝗕𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗛───✿:ᅠ️in 𝕔𝕠𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕔 ּ the meadow stretched out before us, a verdant carpet under a sky that promised whispers of dreams yet to be dreamt. my heart thrummed with an unspoken excitement as we gathered in a circle, wildflower’s crowns, woven with love.

𐔌 ׄ 🌼 ֵ ^᪲ 🌳 ׅ 댄스 ׄ | amidst the lush beauty of this idyllic haven, the outside world faded into oblivion. as we walked, our dresses floated gracefully, resembling gentle clouds in the wind. sunbeams in bliss, paint a 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜.

ׅ ⊹ 🌸𝇌 ׅ 시간이 지울 수 없는 유대.. /𝅄 🌿 within a sunlit meadow’s core, midsummer’s magic did adore, a spell of enchantment, it did weave, around us, its embrace did cleave. we stood hand in hand, our fingers interlaced in a promise of unspoken dreams and endless summers.

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╭ ׅ 𑁍꯭ ׄ 𑂂 ׅ ࠼ 🌹🌿 ׅ ׄ 𝅄 𔖰 ❛/ 𝟏𝟎 ּ 𝒕𝒉 ׄ ₊ 〕years of harmonies, intertwined with the essence of our beings. as i grasp this album, the soft blend of red and green hues, a gentle tribute to the countless moments that have molded us, memories come rushing back.

ׅׄ 𓄸᷼ ๋᷼🌸 ׅׄ 낙원에서 헤매다 ׅׄ ᥀̼ ๋⠀̸ ׅׄ 𝅄 🌾 ⭒ amidst a picturesque meadow bathed in sunlight, where vibrant wildflowers danced to the soft caress of the breeze, we came together in a cherished circle of sisterhood. united by the enchantment of the summer solstice.

ׁׅ ៸៸ ꒰︩︪ 🌦 ꒱ ⸼ as the rain began to ease, leaving a misty afterglow, we slowly came to a stop, breathless and elated. the meadow, now shimmering with raindrops, was a testament to our joyful romp, a witness to our unbridled happiness. we stood there, hearts in fullest.

❛ 𝓞ᥒᥴe 𝓤⍴oᥒ 𝓐 ּ ✿ 𝓓reams ⋆ 🫧 ˖࣪ ∿ ៸ in the lush cradle of an evergreen sanctuary, where the whispers of ancient leaves blend with the soft murmurs of the earth, i find myself lost in a moment of pure enchantment. secrets in remiss, whispered in the breeze’s liss.

꒰͡⠀𝅄⠀͡꒱ㅤ𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒 🪽ᅠ️within my grasp, i cradled a fragile orb of crystal, its polished outward reflecting the sun’s rays and casting vibrant hues upon the surrounding nature. it felt as though i cradled a piece of the heavens, a minuscule realm of brilliance and hues.

♡︪︩ ׁ✿ ּ ⫰ ׅ 🌷𝅄 in the midst of a sun-dappled grove, where the leaves whispered secrets to the gentle breeze, i stood, crowned in a halo of wildflowers. the world around me seemed to shimmer with a quiet, magical energy, as if nature itself had paused to admire the moment.

[sharpietriesagain]

Under the Silver Moon: The Winter Spirit

Under the Silver Moon is a series of short stories I've been working on involving a witch who has the power to speak to animals, and her adventures with them.

Once there was a little witch who lived in a little house nestled in a giant forest. She lived in the mountains, surrounded by expansive trees, rushing water, and many wild animals. The little witch lived alone, though she did not often feel lonely. She enjoyed it—most of the time. She found it easier to make friends with animals than people. However, there was one time when she felt very lonely, indeed. It was the last days of Autumn. The Winter Solstice was coming, and the little witch was preparing. She had a very special tradition for the darkest night of the year. On every solstice, she would prepare different kinds of snacks and hang them from an ash tree in the small meadow before the forest tree line. She would adorn the tree with carrots, apples, bird seed, and specially-made cookies safe for wildlife. She would light up the tree with lanterns so she could guide the winter spirits to their gifts. The winter spirits, of course, were the animals who stopped by when food had become scarce.  The little witch would stay up late at night, watching as birds, rabbits, and deer visited the Treat Tree. When the deer moved on, the birds flew away, and the rabbits went to bed, one more animal would always stop by to clear up the last of the treats before the lanterns burned out. It was usually the last time the witch would see the animal until he made an appearance in the spring.  Every year, a brown bear would watch from the bushes as the little witch would decorate the tree. He would also watch from afar during other times of the year, watching her work her garden or talk to the deer. She was a friend of the forest animals. Very few humans had passed through the forest with the ability to communicate with them. She was one of only two, and she was the only human they trusted. The brown bear, though curious, was very shy. He kept his distance, worried about scaring the little witch. This year, however, was a different story.  Dark clouds and bitter cold had rolled in over the mountains, pouring snow over the forest and blocking the little witch’s way out. It would be the first year she would be unable to visit her family for the holidays due to the weather. She took the extra time to relax, catch up on chores, and of course, watch the animals on the Solstice night, including a bear who climbed into the tree for the cookies the deer could not reach.  After that night, the snow fell for days, only slowing on Christmas Eve night. It was deep, and the wind had driven nearly every living being into its home. All, except for the witch. She sat at home alone, with nothing to do, and no one to talk to. She was lonely, and it weighed on her heavily. She decided a quick walk in the snow would be enough to clear her mind. So, she bundled up in her boots, heavy coat, and mittens, grabbed a lantern, and let her feet decide which way to go as she walked into the night.  The witch found herself at the edge of the river, and she was careful not to tread too close to the rocky edge of the bank. She did not want to slip and fall in. So, she shuffled as closely as she could, then sat in the snow. She was tired from her long walk, and the thick snow and sharp wind made her feel short of breath. She would rest for a moment, then go back. She sat for a few moments before the heaviness weighing on her bubbled to the surface. Tears ran to her eyes before she could catch them. She quickly wiped them and sniffed. 

“There’s no sense in this,” she thought. 

However, she had to admit that it felt relieving.

The witch did not hear anything going on behind her, for the wind in the trees and the water below might as well have been tinnitus. A timid crunch in the snow and a deep exhale caught her attention. The witch looked over her shoulder and jumped to her feet. A dark shadow stood before her. She would have thought it was a dog, but the rounded ears told a different tale.

“Hi,” was the first thing she could think of to say. 

The creature’s ears pricked forward. He took a few more tentative steps. Scared, the witch slowly backed up.

“Hmph,” grunted the bear around something in his teeth. 

The witch backed up to the edge of the bank before being forced to stop. It was either get eaten by the bear or fall into the icy river.

“Good bear,” she said shakily, “That’s enough.”

The bear knew he was scaring her. He frightened most animals he came in contact with. He decided on a different approach. He slid his back legs out from underneath him, sat on his bottom, then dropped the item from his mouth. With the end of his nose, he rolled it toward her. The witch craned her neck to see what the bear had dropped. There, a stark contrast of red against the blindingly white snow was an apple the bear had taken from the tree just days before. He had saved it.

The witch carefully knelt to pick it up. The fruit was frozen solid with a few indentations in the skin from the bear’s teeth.

“For me?” she asked.

The bear nodded his massive head. The witch gave him a small smile, then inspected the apple. She wondered if he had expected her to eat it, but since it had been in the bear’s mouth, she knew better.

“Thank you,” she said.

She saw a glimmer of happiness in his soulful eyes. The bear, though small for being a grizzly bear, had nearly a foot over her when sitting. His size would be intimidating for anyone, but the witch oddly felt at peace in the creature’s presence. She could somehow sense he was a decent soul. All animals were pure to her, but this bear was pure of heart as well. How she knew this, she could not explain. It was just a feeling.

“I’m Artemis,” she introduced herself, “Do you have a name? Can you show me, maybe?”

The bear had not been labeled before. The only time he had been was when he was a cub, but that was so long ago. So, he let out a long exhale and shook his head.

“Okay. We can give you a name if you like,” she suggested.

The bear perked up at that. He liked that idea. He liked the idea a lot. So much so, that he stood up and approached her. Artemis held absolutely still, wary of what the bear could do. He was a wild animal, after all. However, to her surprise, the bear just sniffed at her hair, then licked her cheek. Artemis could not help but giggle.

“Friend,” the bear grunted out. Artemis’ jaw dropped in shock. She stared at the bear for a moment, unsure if she really heard him or not.

“You can speak!” she exclaimed.

The bear sat back down in front of her, now inches from each other. He did not have the words to explain himself. He knew how to say few words, and the word “some” was not yet in his vocabulary. He cast his eyes down to the snow.

“Deer,” he said, only knowing the word from hearing Artemis call to the herd that passed through the field every morning.

Artemis slowly began to understand. She wondered if the bear had overheard the conversations, or if the deer had taught him. Surely, he must have overheard.

“Okay,” Artemis began, “Well, I named the deer. We can find you a name. Now, let’s see.”

Artemis thought hard about what he should be named. She shot down all the common bear names. “Fuzzy, Yogi, Teddy.” Then, she thought of the Treat Tree, which was the only time she had ever caught a decent glimpse of him until now.

“How about ‘Solstice?’” she asked. Not unlike a dog, the bear tilted his head and watched her curiously.

“The night I put the lanterns and treats out on the tree every year is called the Winter Solstice. That means it’s the longest night of the year,” she tried to explain.

The bear nodded. He was aware of what he would call “the dark times.” It was the time of year where he would hibernate until spring. He was not fond of the long nights, but he did not mind the snow. He really liked the name, though. The bear excitedly reached up with his massive paw, then curled his long black claws around Artemis’ coat sleeve and nuzzled the side of her head affectionately. Artemis laughed and hugged the bear.

“Solstice it is, then,” she decided.

Solstice touched his big wet nose to her cheek and noted how icy her skin was. Being well insulated with thick fur and fat, he did not notice the chill.

“Cold,” he said.

It was then Artemis’ registered how truly frozen she was. She needed to get back in front of the fire.

“Oh yes. I guess I didn’t realize how long I’d been out here,” she replied.

Solstice pulled her against his body, blocking her from the wind. Artemis smiled.

“Thank you, sweet bear,” she said.

Solstice hugged Artemis for a long time, keeping her warm and deciding that, for whatever reason, this was his human. She was his friend now. What Artemis did not know was that Solstice was destined to be her familiar, and in time, she would come to realize this. When it was time to part ways, the bear returning to his den for the long winter and the witch returning to her warm little house, Artemis held the sides of Solstice’s fuzzy, heart-shaped face. Solstice’s eyes followed hers.

“Friend,” she confirmed, then kissed the tip of his nose.

Solstice stood on all fours, then using his head, which was as big as Artemis’ head and torso, slipped the witch over his head and onto his back. Artemis was surprised, but also giddy with excitement. Solstice walked her home, leaving her at the gate and watching until she was safely inside.

“See you in the spring, Solstice!” she called to him.

Solstice nodded, the walked off into the night. Not a day would go by where Artemis wouldn’t think about the encounter with the grizzly, and how full it made her feel on what she would consider one of her loneliest nights of the year.