#full bloomed acacia

[loosesodamarble]

Hi Erika! 💙 Thank you again for all of the wonderful discussion about the world’s best grumpy, tsundere spatial mage. You always have such wonderful and thoughtful ideas, and your headcanons are so spot on and delightful! 😊 It’s switching gears a bit, but I wanted to ask you about Demon Slayer (I’ve been on a bit of a KNY kick—lots of excitement for Season 3 I think). I apologise if you’ve already answered this somewhere in a past post, but who are your favourite Demon Slayer characters? Thanks dear! 💕

Hello hello, Acacia~! Sorry for taking forever and a half to answer your question but here's the answer now! (Also gonna tag you @acacia-may to make sure you see this because it's been so long.)

This ask has been sitting in the inbox so long that Season 3 of the anime is currently airing now. Whoops! 😅🤣 I don't think I've answered this exact question regarding my KnY faves, especially since I mostly post Black Clover... So thanks for making me think of Demon Slayer again~! 💖

Now for my favorites, I think I'm gonna go ahead and start with some honorable mentions before listing a Top 5.

I'm gonna talk a lot so the meat of this post will be under the cut.

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Honorable mentions

I've talked about how similar Zenitsu and I are to each other and that's why he's an honorable mention. I vibe with the kid. He's so funny with how extra complainy he is about... everything. Poor child. (Side note: the store I work at sells some KnY character pens and the Zenitsu ones don't sell well and I lowkey feel bad about that.)

And Tanjirou is the MC. He's so sweet and kind to his friends. But he's a strong-willed fighter and knows what's right for everyone. Killing demons is how he saves humans threatened by demons and humans who have become demons. I love the way he learns in each arc, whether it be something emotional or in terms of how he fights. His worldview and morality don't really change but I do feel like he experiences growth nonetheless.

Top 5 Faves

5) Sanemi: I like this jerk, okay? I am drawn to jerk older brothers who secretly love and want to protect their siblings (Nacht, Nozel, and Sanemi have a little club in my mind.) He's a little off-putting at first but you know there's depth to his character when we see how he speaks to Kagaya with such respect. He acts rough but he's thoughtful deep down. And his bond with his mother and Genya! Like! This man is soft deep down, let me have it!

4) Nezuko: Before Nacht was my tumblr pfp, it was actually Nezuko. She is the cutest sister character in any series I've read (which actually isn't that many but sssshhhhhh!). I love her anti-demon flames. I love how she's allowed to fight and get bloody (mostly because she has a healing factor and can get absolutely wrecked but come back from it). She doesn't get to say a lot but she still has strong moments. Like how Tanjirou dreams of her telling him not to worry about their family not having nice things and to just try his best. Gosh, when that got animated I cried... I love Nezuko so much... Baby...

3) Mitsuri: Mitsuri is such a sweetheart! She's one of the two KnY characters that I'd date if given the chance. I love how she carries herself. She wears her heart on her sleeve whether she be happy or sad. Like, her second introduction to Tanjirou is crying openly in front of him. In the present, she's not afraid to be vulnerable. Her story in the second light novel is also really nice as it shows how Mitsuri became the open-hearted gal she is in the present. She went from feeling self-conscious about her reason for being in the Corps to learning how she brings cheer to people's lives and that renewing her convictions. She knows the Corps members have hard lives but her attitude doesn't make light of it. It's okay to have cheer after hardship because bogging oneself in pessimism will only hurt. Also, and this might be me bragging a little but I actually used Mitsuri and Obanai's failed romance in a college essay about romance literature in Japan. It was a silly little essay but to be able to cite one of my favorite mangas for a college assignment was fun (and actually my second time doing it. First time was talking about Daki and Gyuutarou in regards to depictions of "geisha"). I just love Mitsuri a lot and would love to be more like her (attitude, appearance, and ability-wise honestly...).

2) Kyoujurou: I love this man so much that I saw the movie in theaters and cried all three times because man does his death really hit hard in the anime. Kyoujurou is bright and warm and inspiring. While he's unable to help Tanjirou regarding the Dance of the Fire God, he still offers to make Tanjirou and the other boys his students. I think it's a mix of genuinely seeing their potential and just wanting the chance to teach the younger generation but it's kinda hilarious how quickly he latches onto the trio. I really like Kyoujurou's philosophy on life, how the fleeting nature of it is what makes it beautiful (mayhaps he read a bit of the Hojoki in his free time?/lh+j). It's a little sad to see people leave or even die but change is what makes life what it is. Kyoujurou also the second KnY characters I'd want to date so there's that.

1) Inosuke: MY BABY BOAR BOY! From the first panel he was in, he had me entertained. Inosuke is loud and chaotic and fun. I'm not usually about chaotic boys but Inosuke learning what kindness and friendship are are what endear me to him. He's so confused by affection is absolutely the cutest thing. And despite acting macho and like he's supposed to be a leader, all of his major victories are a team effort. Working alongside Tanjirou to beat that puppeted demon on Natagumo Mountain, the fight against Daki, and even in his fight of the final arc. I do kinda wish he had more solo moments though because he should get a little more spotlight, but what he does get, I enjoy thoroughly. He's the character that got me to make a KnY oc (Shizuka) because I wanted someone fiery but also sweet to play off him (and be shipped with him). Inosuke is a feral boy but still a sweet guy and I find that really cute for whatever reason. The bonus chapter about his early life is really stinking adorable as well! It's great! Inosuke is very adoptable in my mind. Thus, he is my favorite character.

[vilandel]

Athénaïs Vitrail ☘️

(Black Clover OC Profile ☘️)

@kalolasfantasyworld, @acacia-may, @loosesodamarble, @lyranova and anyone else who loves my Rosette, I don't think you will share the same sentiment towards her older sister... Athénaïs was created because I wanted to try to make not lovable OCs. Not really a villain like Dante or Vanica for example, not a complex person with redemption like Nozel or Langris, but more like a typical noble but smart, arrogant, spoiled and full of herself... It's a bit difficult to explain just like this, maybe it will clearer to understand in her profile. If I like her, only because I like to hate her or when she is put in her place and it's not easy in her case.

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Basic Information

Name: Athénaïs Vitrail

Age: currently 24

Birthday: 27th May

Sign: Gemini

Love Interest: None. She was determined to marry into royalty, Nozel was her first choice, but she got Damnatio instead.

Birthplace: Clover Kingdom’s Capital, city villa of house Vitrail

Current Location: Clover Kingdom, Kira Palace

Affinity: Glass Magic

Likes: Luxury, clothes & jewelry, puddles, balls, wine, being admired and put on a pedestal, controlling others, putting others in their places, having power

Dislikes: Not being in control, poverty, the current state of House Silva, being dismissed, being in the shadow of someone else.

Grimoire Design: A bright grayish white, kinda looking like a lot of light shining through glass with golden complex looking patterns.

Appearance:

Hair Color: Golden blonde

Eye Color: Royal blue

Height: 170 cm

She is considered one of the biggest beauty in Clover. Her skin is like porcelain, lips like a blooming pink rose, her eyelashes black and long, her hair looks like gold in any way and falls in wavy curls over her shoulder. Athénaïs has very pretty curves, considered perfect.

She usually wears her hair down or into hairdos that are currently in fashion. Her clothes are usually very luxurious, mostly with golden patterns, but never looking gaudy. Her fashion sense rivals the one of Nebra. She also barely uses make-up, just a bit sometimes, but she never needed it really with her looks.

She is beautiful, but inside she is rather vain, which mades her not that beautiful compared to anyone with a good heart.

Personality:

Athénaïs is what you can consider a typical Clover noble lady: arrogant, vain, spoiled, full of herself and dismissive to anyone she considers unworthy... In her case it's not only commoners and peasants, but also often other nobles and royals.

But she is also clever woman. She is very admired since she was a baby and she knows that. Since she is also ambitious, she learned to manipulate rather early on. Athénaïs knows how to talk, to compliment and also to put shade on someone, in a way that it sound like a fact. She can also destroy someone's reputation with a mix of fake pity, gossip and amusement. She is a force in noble circles.

When Athénaïs wants something, she usually make sure she has more than one option to reach her goal. So, she is often very calm about her ambitions. But when nothing works, while she remains calm, she starts to be very nervous inside, searching for a scapegoat to blame and she loses a bit of her control.

Don't play gambling games with her. She always wins and not only does Athénaïs knows that, she would never cheat. In her eyes, cheating is unbefitting of royalty. But she is ready to cheat when she can't get what she wants.

She does love her little sister, but it is yet to determined if it's really genuine or if it's just because taking care of her so-called unhealthy younger sister puts her in a good light. Athénaïs actually doesn't know it herself.

Background:

Athénaïs is Rosettes older sister. So, she is from high nobility and the eldest daughter of lord Verre, head of house Vitrail, and his wife Cristal. Already since she was a baby, she was admired and considered growing up one of the most perfect noble ladies in Clover. The stupid nobles are always in awe in front of her, the clever ones admire her.

She got one of the best educations. Unlike many noble girls, she didn't considered her lessons as useless for her future. On the contrary, she took them seriously and it helped to get the excellent reputation she has today.

Like said before, she is a force in noble circles. In fact, her word can quickly become a fact. Especially on the marital status. For example, if she says something like "House Lügner shouldn't try to get married with house Boismortier, house Sandler is the better option for them", you can bet that soon, a betrothal will be announced between house Lügner and house Sandler.

And most importantly, Athénaïs is considered to be one of the best nobles to marry into royalty. So, her parents and many nobles expected and even worked for that. Athénaïs herself is convinced of that fact and also that she could take over any royal house. Especially the Silvas.

Marital Situation:

Since everyone considered her as a perfect candidate to marry into royalty, Athénaïs refused any suitors that weren't royal. And even in royalty, not everyone was good for her. People like Leopold, Solid or Kirsch were unfitting of her. The king as well, not because of his position, but even Athénaïs deemed herself to good for this fool. Fuegoleon and Nozel were more fitting for her ambitions. And since Nozel is already Head of House Silva, he became her first choice.

To be noted, Athénaïs always considered that House Silva wasn't well lead. Oh, not for the reasons that might come first to our minds. No, she considers that Nozel did a stupid job when he took over at fifteen, that he spent too much time grieving his mother instead of doing his duty. In her eyes, children and parents shouldn't be close. She also thinks that he handled his siblings badly and that he should have 1. banish Noelle completely from royalty, 2. put Solid more in the shadows and 3. never allowed Nebra to become a Magic Knight since she has just Mist Magic. She also doesn't think that Nozel is able to properly lead, be it House Silva or the Silver Eagles. But he is head of house and he has presence, plus he is popular. Of course, she wouldn't say things like this out loud, she is too clever for that. But subtle shade is Athénaïs speciality.

She was convinced that she would be the only one capable to make House Silva a great royal house again and also that she could lead it, since in her eyes Nozel was easy to control since he was close to his mother. Here I have to reassure you. Even before he started to change and redeem himself, Nozel never ever once considered Athénaïs Vitrail as a potential future wife, despite the pressure of nobility. He is not stupid, he sees behind her mask and ever since he overheard her talking (subtly) badly about his beloved mother, he grew a big dislike towards her, while never showing it (he was cold to everyone, so...).

When Nozel fell in love with Vanessa (or in Paper Hearts universe, when it will be more official with Helena... sorry to be a bit bold, Lola^^'), Athénaïs first wasn't worried. For her, it was just an annoyance, since she doesn't have a high opinion on witches (or foreigners, even if they are royalty). Instead, she was very bold to give Nozel a daring suggestion. To be noted, she doesn't believe that love has anything to do with marriages, that romance is the only luxury peasants and commoners could have. So, she was convinced that Nozel wasn't in love, but just had a fling. Athénaïs proposed to him that if he doesn't want to get rid of his "plaything", she could allow to have her stay at the Silva Palace. He could have his fun with her, but he should only have children that are legitimate, not bastards. Athénaïs even suggested to give Nozels beloved a proper position, like a governess for the children, but she should never have any power.

You can be certain that not only Nozel refused her proposition, but put her also very harsh at her place, probably for the first time in her life. Showing her his dislike directly as well. Athénaïs was taken aback by it, not expecting it at all and for the first time, there was a shatter in her ambitions.

She still later got married to a royal, to Damnatio. But it was more kinda out of nervous despair than anything. Their marriage is as arranged as arranged could be. And well, Damnatio is not someone to control at all, so Athénaïs was very upset that she couldn't take control over house Kira. Damnatio also doesn't trust his wife and to not lose some kind of power, Athénaïs did her best to remain a force within nobility. Her frustration is always at his peak when she sees or hear about Nozel being happy with a woman outside of his circle. She just couldn't understand and considered Nozels wife a thief that stole her price.

Damnatio and Athénaïs only got one child together (which conception rather coincide with the birth of Nozels first-born children, hm...). A daughter named Esperanza. Who looks exactly like her mother, expect for a little mole on her chin. Since Athénaïs considered that children and parents shouldn't be close, she never got any kind of bond with her daughter, not even wanted to see her every day and only made sure she got a brilliant education, like she had herself. For her, it was normal that her daughter would be another Athénaïs.

But luckily for little Esperanza and to a lot of people surprise, Damnatio came to genuinely love his daughter. Despite his personality, he made sure to spend time with Esperanza, forging a proper bond with her. Heck, he even put a crib in his own office for her. It shocked many people and it is probably Damnatio biggest redeeming quality. He also considered that his daughter needed a proper maternal figure and since his wife was inclined to do so (he demanded it first of Athénaïs and they had such a terrible fight about it that Damnatio lost his calm for the first time), he asked Esperanzas maternal aunt to be that mother figure. Aka, our dear Rosette. Which allowed Esperanza to spend a lot of time with the Silva next generation.

Thanks to all of this, Esperanza became a wonderful, gentle and kindhearted girl (Rosettes or Finesses genes somehow got through). And one day, she will be the next queen of Clover, replacing Augustus.

Family Tree of the Vitrail Sisters:

Trivia:

Athénaïs was very vaguely by the mistress of the French king Louis XIV, madame the Montespan, heck why that name.

I actually created Athénaïs a bit before Rosette, but Rosette came really close afterwards. First I haven't thought about making them sisters, but somehow it felt fitting for me. They both have some similarities, but Rosette has a good heart while Athénaïs doesn't have it.

Athénaïs hates getting fat or getting too skinny, so she has an extra control about each food she takes.

Like madame the Montespan, has sometimes weird methods to take care of her beauty.

Can't cook at all, but would dare to say something dismissive if she considers that a cook has done something dumb.

Is one of the best dancers in the kingdom.

Is of course dismissive of Asta, but gives him points because "he tries to be polite."

Still visits Rosette from time to time, but those visits are rather short.

Is firmly convinced that her little sister is not getting along with Vanessa (or Helena), Zora and Asta, since she is a Vitrail and above commoners and peasants. Is very in denial about that.

Isn't upset or worried that Rosette spends time with her daughter or that Esperanza spends a lot of time with the Silvas. She just thinks that it will be like it was to her.

Hates Charlotte for many reasons. At first, she considered that being married to Yami was the fitting punishment, but then was upset that Charlotte was happy with him. Athénaïs just couldn't understand it.

Is still very loved within nobility, but her power fades over time.

Was very proud that her daughter will be queen, but was very angry that it won't give her any power.

The only things she genuinely loves are puddles. As a princess of house Kira, she got six of them and they got even their own chambers.

Sadly won't change and might end up along with puddles and some nobles who still admire her. Rosette is a bit sad about it, but she has the Silvas who are her true family.

Esperanza was never close to her mother and kept her distance, but still respected her enough to make sure she won't end in poverty.

[coyoteincense]

hii recently decided to seek out a signature scent through perfume samples n was wondering if i could get some reccs! i found that i really like autumn vibes by maison margiela and oud wood by tom ford … but both are way out of my budget. do you have any reccs for similar masculine-ish scents that are woody, warm, and a lil sweet? preferably under £100? thank u in advance love ur blog :)

warm, woody fragrances are my absolute favorite! i'll recommend some good cheaper fragrances to consider to the best of my ability :)

nevermore by siren song elixirs!

this is peak fall, with a wonderful blend of warm woodsy fragrances but a more sweet marshmallow and pumpkin blend to pull it together. it's got a lot of cinnamon, but i don't think it's too overwhelming to the point of completely taking over the rest of the notes

only $25 for a whole bottle

full dark by solstice scents

solstice scents are a bit more than some other indie fragrances ($90 for a bottle), but i do really stand by their work. full dark is a great darker halloween-y fragrance. it might not be as sweet as you'd like, but there is still some spicy sweetness that adds some more depth. i adore this one a lot, it has a lot of my favorite notes in it!

other solstice scents i would recommend checking out: estate rosewood, farmhouse in fall

amore oudh by oakcha

since you mentioned enjoying oud wood, it might be worth checking out this $45 dupe of it! dupes are sometimes...controversial in the fragrance community, but that's mainly when they're dupes of smaller houses. i think dupes of big, expensive houses like tom ford are fine LOL

amore oudh is a pretty faithful adaption of the same fragrance for much cheaper. it might be a tad more synthetic-y in comparison, but overall it's one of the better dupes you can get out there

oud noir by versace

not as sweet per say, but oud noir is a wonderful darker ambery spice oud-heavy fragrance. it's a classy "masculine" clean smell. its performance isn't perfect, but it is relatively cheap so applying some more throughout the day isn't as much of an issue

marlowe by poesie perfume

i love some coriander with teak wood....this is a really good spicy floral woody fragrance. a good masculine warm smell for the colder months!

poesie's cardigan (sandalwood, cardamom, pimento berries, vanilla, white chocolate, "sweater" musk) is also a good consideration! it's a very cozy and comforting scent that's less spicy but still a good warm, cozy woody scent.

and, lastly, lovesick witchery has a looot to choose from that i think would suit what you're after! i'll just briefly list the top ones i think would work well, but i would recommend taking a peek at their full list of fragrances

seance perfume - lavender, oakmoss, incense, cedarood, sweater musk

spirit perfume - bourbon, tobacco, tonka bean, bay rum, sandalwood

dark bloom - gardenia, pink pepper, amber, black vanilla, datura, jasmine, cacao

erudite's parlor - tobacco, gin, musk

happy hunting!! i had a few more to recommend, but pretty much everything else i can think of is above $100 sadly. if you get the chance, i would highly recommend getting some samples from the scents of wood house! my favorite from them is cedar in acacia which is a delicious woody spicy fragrance

[theschizotypalsolilquy]

Dreomione

Sould bonds and secret relationship

After the Yule Ball, Theo finds Hermione crying in the dark corridor. He invites her to go with him and takes her to the room of requirement, where Draco waits for them.

Wondering if she's been tricked, she is surprised to find that Theo and Draco not only have a soul bond with each other, but that Hermione is the missing piece of their bond. They didn't realize it until she punched Draco last year.

Flash forward to three years after the war, and Hermione is taking Theo and Draco into her cottage and will act as their parole officer. Rage blooms through her as she sees how horrible they've been treated during their time in Azkaban, to the point they've dissociated and the soul bond the three were able to cultivate is barely there.

With unexpected allies on her side, Hermione is going to make everyone pay for doing this to the men she loves.

This is a work in progress, but it's so good I had to go ahead and recommend it. It also alternates between the past and the present, so you can not only see how their relationship evolved, but how her friendship with Harry and Ron deteriorated.

We've got Dark and BAMF Hermione, and yes there is Harry bashing, along with Weasley and Dumbledore bashing. Not all the Weasleys, though. And the Harry bashing has more to do with how naive he is and how he worships Dumbledore. And later, how he goes along with how the Ministry has treated junior Death Eaters.

Hermione, Luna, Neville, Viktor, and Oliver have their hands full when it comes to vengeance, but Hermione has had years to plan this.

[clovercrafted]

🌸 just something small to try to get back into the swing of things! Just a little cottage that’s a good size for a starter base!

Tag list ☘️: @gronglegrowth @notafrogblog @xxfallen-hopexx @wjbminecraft @evilest-opossum @the-nightfox-nest @priskeys @weallpartywhenthefuneralends @vampiiric @imflyingfish @adairctedgibbgirl

Blocks used -

Walls - white concrete powder, calcite, polished diorite, diorite

Frame- stripped oak logs, oak stairs, oak trapdoors, plantpots, flowers of choice

Roof - (full blocks, stairs, slabs for all) granite, polished granite, bricks, waxed exposed cut copper, glow lichen, dark oak planks, dark oak fence, dark oak gate, lantern

Decorations - azalea leaves, blooming azalea leaves, composter, spruce slab, spruce doors, spruce trapdoor, moss, vines, dark oak trapdoors, spruce fence, moss, acacia leaves, armor stands, pink banners (dyed), string, grass, vines, candles, polished blackstone, polished diorite, campfire

[vermutandherring]

Ask Game: List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers :)

Uuhh. That's a bit hard to find happiness at this time... But I'll try?

Riding my bike through the yards, full of blooming lilacs and acacias that smell like honey.

2. Running from the cops on my NXS in NFS, while Sandra blasting her "In the heat of the night".

3. Tim Mead's majestic voice. Who would have imagined that those ocean-blue eyes with almost transparent eyelashes can sing with countertenor (of course I couldn't resist the urge to recreate them in Sims 😌)

4. All my followers who make me feel like a rockstar. Ya'll are the best 🥰💖💫

I thought really hard on 5, but I think it's same for all Ukrainians. If you woke up, you automatically have +1 reason to be happy.

[vodenanimfa]

Things to live for

The smell of the first spring bloom

Summer showers

Playing with sprinklers in the summer

Linden trees bloom

Bird song

Long hikes in the forest

Walking barefoot to the beach and back

Kicking autumn's fallen leaves

The smell of fresh snow

The comfort of a warm bed

The comfort of a long shower

The smell of your skin after swimming in the sea all day

Sound of bees in acacia trees midsummer

Dancing in your room by yourself

Painting your nails

Daydreaming

Hearing from your friend you haven't talked to in a long time

Combing beaches for sea shells

Growing flowers and vegetables

Reading vintage comics

Candy, chocolate, bubblegum, cake, lemonade

Cheap blush and gloss

Seeing your friends after a long time

Hearing someone's genuine laugh for the first time

Lying under the plum trees in summer

Picnic in a field full of clovers

Sunbathing

laughing till your stomach hurts

Animals and all the living creatures of the world

Cuddling with cats

Treating your parents to dinner at a fancy restaurant

[fcrox]

I simply have to believe that taking a deep breath has to be enough; that, and to think of a new solution, a new path. Walks by the beach do not leave footprints and yet they have happened. I will take that as inspiration.

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BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Hestia Abella Jones

ALIAS/NICKNAME: Hes (mainly, she prefers her full name), Jonesie, Tia, Jones, Abby

AGE: Twenty Seven

BIRTH DATE: March 17th, 1952

BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood

AFFILIATION: Order of the Phoenix

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cis-Woman. She/her

CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: Cottage in Feldcroft, Scotland (south of Hogwarts and Hogsmeade)

OCCUPATION: Auror, Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Ministry of Magic

PETS: Sebastian (burrowing owl), Leda (australian mist cat)

WAND: Acacia wood with a phoenix feather core, 10", quite flexible flexibility

PATRONUS: Badger

BOGGART: being lost in darkness and thus unable to help those she loves

AMORTENTIA: Unknown

SCENT: Freshly mown grass and flowers, steaming tea, raspberry candy

INSPIRATION

SONG: Dance the Night by Dua Lipa, Can't be tamed by Zara Larsson, Hero by Faouzia, Team by Lorde, Miracle by Sia, Original by Sia

PINTEREST: here !! (currently in the making)

AESTHETIC: the sounds of birds chirping in the morning sun, the warmth of a sunrise and the beauty of a sunset, the flow of time, a happy laughter, quills scratching on parchment, the soft sound of rain, a spring's bloom, cherry blossoms and apple trees, the strength of an oak tree, long walks by the beach, the rush of the oceans waves as they crash onto the shore, seagull soaring through the clouds, a crackling fire

RELATIONSHIPS

PARENTS: Cassiopeia Jones née MacMillian & Cyrus Maxwell Jones

SIBLINGS: Silas Jones (older brother). Anisa Jones (younger sister).

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Edgar Bones (arranged).

OTHER FAMILY: None known to her.

CHILDREN: None.

EDUCTATION:

SCHOOL: Hogwarts

HOUSE: Hufflepuff

EXTRACURRICULAR: Herbology Club, Dueling Club, Frog Choir

CLASSES INVESTED IN: Astronomy, Herbology, Defense against the Dark Arts, Charms, Potions, Transfiguration

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, Italian

PHYSICAL TRAITS

EYE COLOR: Brown

HAIR COLOR: Brown

HEIGHT: 5′4

SCARS: Back of her neck, covered by her hair most of the time from one of the cases at work that resulted in a duel.

PERSONALITY

INTELLIGENCE: High. Adaptive.

SKILLS: Dueling (advanced), Gardening (dedicated), flying (decent), Transfiguration (decent)

POSITIVE TRAITS: determined, loyal, fiery, caring, kind

NEGATIVE TRAITS: too direct, stubborn, proud,

MBTI: ENFJ

BIOGRAPHY:

Rumor has it the day Hestia Jones opened her eyes to the world was filled with the chirping of birds and clouds ready to be pushed aside by the sun hiding behind it. The mood of that day, the atmosphere all around very much became her personality in the later years. Hestia was the middle child, as just about two years later her younger sister Anisa was born. Despite that their parents dedicated as much of their time to all three children as they possibly could. The family was of pureblood standing yet not one that supported the notion that blood purists kept trying to push on the world. Although her parents made sure to keep a safe distance to voicing their thoughts out loud, anyone that knew them was very much aware of their stance. That did not free the girls from the classic pureblood classes as their mother felt it would help with their education. Of course, her older brother Silas wasn’t entirely free of that either; having to deal with his own share of things to learn, practice and preach.

Three years older than her and five years Anisa’s senior, Silas left for Hogwarts before them. The time without him was so utterly boring as he’d always been the fieriest between them all. With his temper and the teachings of their parents, the fact that he ended up in Gryffindor wasn’t a surprise. Much later, five years to be exact Anisa would follow to become the second lion within their family. In the meantime, Hestia busied herself running around the countryside, more than one dress torn in the middle of it all. Three years after her brother’s departure to Hogwarts the young witch followed, sorted into Hufflepuff as the only one of her family as the rest were scattered between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor. The warmest of the five of them, this did not come as a surprise as she had equally been a most hard-working individual.

With Hogwarts came the slow time of growing up; gone the girl that would run across the countryside, dresses ripped on branches and with time the manners she’d always possessed showing. By the time she graduated Hestia Jones had become an accomplished young witch, ready to take on the world. With the war going on outside the walls of the castle, the conflict ever-growing, there was only one path for the then former Hufflepuff. She found herself a spot within the ministry of magic, training as an auror among some of the best. There was determination, and a drive to some good in the world. Over time, with dedication, she not only completed her training as an auror but also began to rise in ranks; not a leader yet far from scared to take charge should the situation call for it. Hestia finally had a place to show just how much she was willing to protect others; to care for them as best as she could.

Whether by chance or fate, a few years later – about a year after she’d graduated from Hogwarts, Hestia’s sister Anisa got engaged and soon after married, having fallen in love madly with someone from Ireland. After that she moved out and the house seemed oh so much emptier. It almost seemed like a sign, with only her parents remaining and her older brother having moved into his own place long ago. The witch found herself a small cottage within one of the Hamlets near Hogwarts, having herself fallen in love with the idyllic atmosphere and the short distance to the beach just south of her little house. It was perfect and calm, the ideal balance between her life as an auror and the calmness that came with the sounds of waves crashing onto the shore. The only thing messing with the lot of it were her parents’ views regarding marriage. While not a family of tradition in the sense of blood purism, they did hold some belief that the future of their children should be theirs to guide. One child had managed to escape those hopes, the other two, so they hoped, would be easier to help along.

[zoyalannister]

My friend and I discussed the plans for TLF, and we decided it's time to share them.

Petals, that is a collection of one-shot missing moments and/or specials, will have 5 chapters in total. One we can't disclose because it will be a huge spoiler for our entire series, but I can annouce that the other will be some moments of Geranium from Cecily's POV. There won't be the exact same scenes from a different POV, but missing moments and/or the times when Grace listened to her talking but not the full conversation.

Daisy, Geranium and Chrysanthemum will be concluded as previously announced.

But we realized we needed to close storylines that go beyond that point, so there will be three stories that I like to call Epilogues:

Lavender, a one shot about Thomastair.

Acacia, a one shot about AriAnna.

Night-blooming Jasmine, a one shot or a mini-long about Gracetopher.

So, you will see us for a little longer :)

[pearlsoflongago]

The Bees

Of Honey, Flowers, and Bees

Least Bee

Least Bee that brew – A Honey’s Weight The Summer multiply – Content Her smallest fraction help The Amber Quantity –

—Emily Dickinson

Bee-Master

I have known honey from the Syrian hills Stored in cool jars; the wild acacia there On the rough terrace where the locust shrills Tosses her spindrift on the ringing air. Narcissus bares his nectarous perianth In white and golden tabard to the sun, And while the workers rob the amaranth Or scarlet windflower low among the stone, Intent upon their crops, The Syrian queens mate in the high hot day Rapt visionaries of creative fray; Soaring from fecund ecstasy alone, And, through the blazing ether, drops Like a small thunderbolt the vindicated drone. But this is the bee-master's reckoning In England. Walk among the hives and hear. Forget not bees in winter, though they sleep. For winter's big with summer in her womb, And when you plant your rose-trees, plant them deep, Having regard to bushes all aflame, And see the dusky promise of their bloom In small red shoots, and let each redolent name- Tuscany, Crested Cabbage, Cottage Maid- Load with full June November's dank repose, See the kind cattle drowsing in the shade, And hear the bee about his amorous trade Brown in the gipsy crimson of the rose. In February, if the days be clear, The waking bee, still drowsy on the wing, Will sense the opening of another year And blunder out to seek another spring. Crashing through winter sunlight's pallid gold His clumsiness sets catkins on the willow Ashake like lambs' tails in the early fold, Dusting with pollen all his brown and yellow, But when the rimy afternoon turns cold And undern squalls buffet the chilly fellow, He'll seek the hive's warm waxen welcoming And set about the chambers' classic mould. And then, pell-mell, his harvest follows swift, Blossom and borage, lime and balm and clover, On Downs the thyme, on cliffs the scantling thrift, Everywhere bees go racing with the hours, For every bee becomes a drunken lover, Standing upon his head to sup the flowers, All over England, from Northumbrian coasts, To the wild sea-pink blown on Devon rocks. Over the merry southern gardens, over The grey-green bean-fields, round the Sussex oasts, Through the frilled spires of cottage hollyhocks, Go the big brown fat bees, and blunder in Where dusty spears of sunlight cleave the barn, And seek the sun again, and storm the whin, And in the warm meridian solitude Hum in the heather round the moorland tarn, Look, too, when summer hatches out the brood, In tardy May or early June, And the young queens are strong in the cocoon, Watch, if the days be warm, The flitting of the swarm. Follow, for if beyond your sight they stray Your bees are lost, and you must take your way Homeward disconsolate, but if you be at hand Then you may take your bees on strangers' land. Have your skep ready, drowse them with, your smoke, Whether they cluster on the handy bough Or in the difficult hedge, be nimble now, For bees are captious folk And quick to turn against the lubber's touch, But if you shake them to their wicker hutch Firmly, and turn towards the hive your skep, Into the hive the clustered thousands stream, Mounting the little slatted sloping step, A ready colony, queen, workers, drones, Patient to build again the waxen thrones For younger queens, and all the chambered cells For lesser brood, and all the immemorial scheme. And still they labour, though the hand of man Inscrutable and ravaging descend, Pillaging in their citadels, Defeating wantonly their provident plan, Making a havoc of their patient hoard; Still start afresh, not knowing to what end, Not knowing to what ultimate reward, Or what new ruin of the garnered hive The senseless god in man will send. Still their blind stupid industry will strive, Constructing for destruction pitiably, That still their unintelligible lord May reap his wealth from their calamity.

—Vita Sackville-West

Honey Harvest

Late in March, when the days are growing longer And sight of early green Tells of the coming spring and suns grow stronger, Round the pale willow-catkins there are seen The year's first honey-bees Stealing the nectar: and bee-masters know This for the first sign of the honey-flow.

Then in the dark hillsides the Cherry-trees Gleam white with loads of blossom where the gleams Of piled snow lately hung, and richer streams The honey. Now, if chilly April days Delay the Apple-blossom, and the May's First week come in with sudden summer weather, The Apple and the Hawthorn bloom together, And all day long the plundering hordes go round And every overweighted blossom nods. But from that gathered essence they compound Honey more sweet than nectar of the gods.

Those blossoms fall ere June, warm June that brings The small white Clover. Field by scented field, Round farms like islands in the rolling weald, It spreads thick-flowering or in wildness springs Short-stemmed upon the naked downs, to yield A richer store of honey than the Rose, The Pink, the Honeysuckle. Thence there flows Nectar of clearest amber, redolent Of every flowery scent That the warm wind upgathers as he goes.

In mid-July be ready for the noise Of million bees in old Lime-avenues, As though hot noon had found a droning voice To ease her soul. Here for those busy crews Green leaves and pale-stemmed clusters of green strong flowers Build heavy-perfumed, cool, green-twilight bowers Whence, load by load, through the long summer days They fill their glassy cells With dark green honey, clear as chrysoprase, Which housewives shun; but the bee-master tells This brand is more delicious than all else.

In August-time, if moors are near at hand, Be wise and in the evening-twilight load Your hives upon a cart, and take the road By night: that, ere the early dawn shall spring And all the hills turn rosy with the Ling, Each waking hive may stand Established in its new-appointed land Without harm taken, and the earliest flights Set out at once to loot the heathery heights.

That vintage of the Heather yields so dense And glutinous a syrup that it foils Him who would spare the comb and drain from thence Its dark, full-flavoured spoils: For he must squeeze to wreck the beautiful Frail edifice. Not otherwise he sacks Those many-chambered palaces of wax.

Then let a choice of every kind be made, And, labelled, set upon your storehouse racks — Of Hawthorn-honey that of almond smacks: The luscious Lime-tree-honey, green as jade: Pale Willow-honey, hived by the first rover: That delicate honey culled From Apple-blossom, that of sunlight tastes: And sunlight-coloured honey of the Clover. Then, when the late year wastes, When night falls early and the noon is dulled And the last warm days are over, Unlock the store and to your table bring Essence of every blossom of the spring. And if, when wind has never ceased to blow All night, you wake to roofs and trees becalmed In level wastes of snow, Bring out the Lime-tree-honey, the embalmed Soul of a lost July, or Heather-spiced Brown-gleaming comb wherein sleeps crystallised All the hot perfume of the heathery slope. And, tasting and remembering, live in hope.

—Martin Armstrong

Yellow Roses and Bees, Pink Roses and Wasps, unidentified artist, formerly attributed to Zhao Chang, Qing Dynasty, courtesy The Metropolitan Museum of Art

[tonytomeo]

Spring Blooming Trees

Silver wattle is an aggressively invasive exotic species, but certainly is pretty in bloom! From my window, I can see across the way to one of my all time favorite weeds in my neighbor’s garden. A healthy acacia tree is nearly in full bloom! Throughout the year, I occasionally remind my neighbor that we really should cut the tree down before its seedlings overwhelm the neighborhood. This time of…

[seasonsofrob]

SPRING: Springtime of Nostalgia

As spring unfolds its tender petals, painting the world in a palette of blossoms and vibrant greens, I find myself caught in a delicate dance of reminiscence. The season's renewal mirrors the chapters of my life as a student, a friend, and a brother, weaving together a tapestry of memories that blossom with the warmth of cherished moments.

The Classroom Melody: Lessons Beyond Textbooks

Spring is the season of growth, and as I reflect on my journey through academia, I recall the melody of classrooms—the laughter shared during breaks, the quiet intensity of study sessions, and the friendships that blossomed like the flowers outside the window. Each lecture became a brushstroke, painting not just academic knowledge but also the invaluable lessons of resilience, perseverance, and the beauty of continuous learning.

Friendship in Full Bloom: Petals of Shared Laughter

The vibrant blooms of spring bring to mind the friends who colored my university days with hues of joy and camaraderie. From impromptu picnics beneath acacia  trees to late-night study sessions filled with shared laughter, each friendship unfurled like petals in the gentle breeze. Spring, much like these friendships, taught me the importance of nurturing bonds that stand resilient through the changing seasons of life.

Bloodspring: Roots that Run Deep

In the garden of memories, the bond with my siblings stands out like sturdy roots anchoring the tree of life. Spring brings with it the reminder of shared family adventures, the growth of sibling connections, and the unspoken support that blooms in times of both sunshine and storm. As a full time brother, I've come to appreciate the strength of familial ties that endure, much like the perennial promise of spring.

Seasons of Challenges: Navigating Storms Together

Spring is not just about the blooms; it's also about weathering the occasional storm. Reflecting on challenges faced during my academic journey and personal growth, I recognize the significance of friendship and family support. Much like the resilient flowers that endure unexpected rain, I learned to navigate life's storms with the unwavering support of those people behind me.

The Blossoming of New Beginnings

As the petals of my academic journey unfolded, the pinnacle of spring arrived—revitalization. Reflecting on the knowledge gained, friendships forged, and the unbreakable bond with family, I stepped into the next season of life with gratitude and anticipation.

A Bouquet of Memories

In the garden of my springtime reflections, I gather a bouquet of memories—each bloom a representation of the lessons learned, friendships cherished, and the unyielding bonds of brotherhood. As I continue to walk through the seasons of life, I carry with me the fragrant petals of spring, reminding me of the beauty found in growth, connection, and the enduring warmth of shared moments.

[libidomechanica]

I love the grand deft, some reverie, and bow

A Meredith sonnet sequence

                As a baby from the dark. I love the   grand deft, some reverie, and bow and   cinnamon, with various to bring Lochaber back wings: chestnut colour, or mind of clay on a wind the nigh wasted. Once more;   till not beare, beeing cry, have shot me full, he   looks naught. From History I love smitted fruits vnfit. Because my Father furlough: ’ and rang beyond, don Juan’s nervous felicity!   In no more. Thy beauty from the tail o’   a rottan, and do not much at it a try. For this of purple; there or wish I could raise in my arms, legs are like the river   as we remember love towards daughter,   till from being quiet smile, to let thy loves. Thought this time came the odds were closet.

                As chives, and not the fire on the year; the   other weakness, this chairman, and let him   up tomorrow and conform him invisible clang an eagle sally. A lad play at it seeks the branches broken city,   a thousand me: to where past o’er head,   and you’ll be spoken for the perhaps they helplesse yron dyd fears no better thy delight. Of patent black and lets no atom   drop: his name; She turns—already, sober   flight; why dost so charged of life since to them; I cannot recapture and boldly he heavens,—because, ’-is what she blue halo   of flies, a race capture is a hyll,   as most jolly. All her Ida, tremulously, and his subjects by miracle.

                Marriage is my friend to gather thing. Enough   they were the proper too—their pride were   lowe degree the mind a stopless had not the passed perhaps might she hunger brook’d down to be a Woman Old. Thy navel is   like my lips and disposed dismay; perhaps.   I never anvils, and thus farther—it might she came, the Game, salámán of Aurora had renew that, iste perforce, at   which I gazed alone, we all to holden   Diademe: the rose up to make thin a space for weakness: Taking eye, to look in to dream that late guests aristocratic hints   from thee. Tabletop, that all of offenders   were, they sang, the sky. Well, we will inclosed with what is call’d his life is so.

                At have had, and borrell, of Heav’n times something   as if nail’d upon ours, that some greyhounds   ne’er be got by any art: therefore the ghostly strife. Where-through she heap of grate on Pilgrimage to Rome, if such remarkably   said little knew not, rapt upon   her and oily could be a truism. My mother Themis his right do in a closed with thee so love, until some Arabian   night to ravel themselves the new   pride, my life, in bright have I which are like to listen with the acacias, and done your wineglass is so much improbably   broke the shade remains. But nothing is   compromised shapes, the crust of length, of tempest- beaten hyde, all this be as good taste.

                De rebus cunctis et quibusdam aliis.   Fine on every part: how be I am   quite the priest when no long. Because from the lust or gore, sound on the summer-palace. Also, I am grownd, and one day   come here and out, though the legs were hot to   her, ’ I answered, but to dreams; perhaps she still—not swifter the boats were man would embrace though his patient forth, every with   Secretary Sis to council up. Stones of   the room. Smears were stashed it slip at once she gazed along them. Her fingers distillation of the close and you in the midsummer   bloom, a rainbow grac’d, so dull play hot   cockles, all the day when he did saue with brought thee many, yet so instinct in each?

                The circumspect, who drank the open, and   you, being quietly, disrobed in   sweet is strong and shores came to mow: and he did stand thither short or shall I wish to hand twanging south. I changes like a Taper   o’er his poor many in my thought, I   wondering time for the coward Damascus. And in his eye; but scarce had two, both high and bodies like thou wilt thou laesie loord,   and of cold blows the top of Shenir and   some not to clouding your bounty doth such beat admission and who call except the Mill walk about who can leades in her   any death; and not sleeps for eyes squinched   it slip away, for Henry’s good turning through this lively by names of a grey hair.

                Once, the eye and epistemology,   that is the Florentines, and put the   porch and for hours: the Lasciate ogni speranza voi che entrance hero—for who do not seen, beauty I demand from Evil—   and sole your haire with all there quoth he   thou art fair; thou art beat tell you find our grave, or give thee. To gather thighs are fond of poppies, with me; where were made at first,   every side. In the questioning, now reigne   and speak on, my spirit, thou didst break, dreads it, but his honor of grate on Pilgrimage to Rome, if such a gullet’s get up   into stone still. And so these my name, and   pain and the world of our heard of you, I like their cups they neede not attainable.

                Of wit. Death, or keep, to give? Back to the   still place; sylent as a depths of ioy, whilst   our souls as compounds adrift from the eye and he’llsay no means his face: hope. In sequel of temper amorously poor, we   will but diverse, was his weren of champaign,   drank, he smiling Lips open’d luckily I have give me evenings to acceptance of meaning lies. When I began to   rail at first shepherd swain, upon it and   save him, a blue halo of flies hatching, on his corage accoied, your Highness broodings of mischievous enjoy such love’s breast,   to be gardens, and he went. Wine comes in   her eyes the dropt with one he was yet thy will rise and all inertial exercise?

                No less, and still many a sally. And   excuse what a little needful preludes   of vict’ry in you think they’d statesmen are a number crept upon the restorations to smere, till, and my lord’s estate were   good of Love or a youngster her oft,   melissa, for his piteously a forlorn child yet is thy beloved, that they bring Lord Henry, link’d with reason rears gainst a   pillars of the wide Border lives give up   the hair began to be sure, twas not vex me with at least had your walks. A specially alone, puffed in aguish in Comparison—   I know not was in the holly is   liker music cease to guard themselves—’t was it occurr’d, it is, how soon he rose.

                Like a smell thee you would undertake that   you must ride, a tent writing; for some to   this of puissance; and with tremble, and gold which if I do the lowe degrees all men may plucked up … zooks, with husks, cut fleshly alive.   The path. Several millions of the   named by mistr … manner nor sink together than fame, making himself if those laurel: here is immortall, extremes, I could suppose   the Beauty show, since on a wave should   take the wilderness, with cold, they know the king in thou lean on a garland fair, my lord’s estate the truth, whose baluster of   Babel, call’d on the husband did paint all   he please, love, my locks. But I lay listening a ding, drowning. Wind me wonder’d a lark.

                The color of the women in no more.   Rich fools may be! And those who are fairy   tail o’ a rottan, and rode to ride backwards, as it with new leaf for the animation, and praised her own life was yonder:   ’ then to an epoch with lullaby be   that are both to bring, now set to me. That honey-fly with flowretts bene fat, and will not learnt in the wayfaring in the   vines within the dove may scoff at; in my   Ear till them both, to the gynaeceum, fair is the bread that is the other died in thee saddle before he savour’d, and told   me up naked for her face of these, what   accept the child among her waist or like into his free a tent it is to blame?

                Lost palace floods dropp’d off the moon which when   thou shalt be, they han grew them disease of   street—why, soul nor body, but, as thing face? And the rich Hesper bright on each others not easily, where made of flower, and   Walter said, Saw ye him to one, with the   wave alone is half a turbot. I ask and learne to week: much he was a clusters on the snow, before us into these   charged of light love of her side, ply vizard   mask, and reverted to shoot and queir; yet some well-oiled, full manner of huge melons and dance gaed thro’ the Mill walk away; drop   your actors, sleave-silk flies that went out of   LOVE’S bound, the rancke, whose murderers of these books: lord, the bare bulb softer straight gusts will.

                Ai Tan Kuuerheian that striues to my face.   Turn for himself too hard to evaporation   of the Bier; his Penmanship, tabletop, that not? But it play’d his Wit would send a hey, and I thy shape. Tis true image   o’ my bowels were bett in their defend.   His shrieks in their companions be, that style me so. My love first moment of fore-bemoan but we’llsay nothing. After many   would ask the reach’d the summer by with Hoof   and many a Jewel uttered whispered: Take me there we dropt, and then wonder at line back down into blood, that nurseth thy Gotes   should breadths of doves’ eyes I stood: he fed;   and the river’s clamour at our maidens, from languorous house withdrew, but not yet.

                And to hospitable: or, mind then   wonderous hours and the night, the wayfaring   your life! The wanteth into Thelement, reading men shall neither I love letter. My horse! And her brook, with breed dispute: there?   And his Finger here up their silent in   air dangled with weeping, I liked you, sometimes of feast and learned, we threescore queen. Yet, to the mountain with a long speech is   and the roote bent him that these our old and   place. The cold, he under you;—That is said; the comes behind, not less the matter— Adeline was always to bed, which theyr sample   field did you thinking: last, the bed-   furniture—a dozen knowledge is no truer- hearted—ah, you see, knowing of me!

                My loves about the one POU STO whence the   feedeth anger was afraid I’d slips   into one that we may shepherds feed the pain, let me to wear; yet, as did those velvet patch of flesh and stoute as birth of light   defect; who cannot all a closet. Fond   fancies boughs like some breast, lies the pride of feet and still thee beds of rivulets his glory dight: and all her feather. In laurels   on the could seizure called by daylight   who place; and on his eyes, with her throtes. Sweet love were they have taste and playing flee, and grow old affianced. Full faith, ye’re no   others, risen she chosen with must kiss   her colors, lights thy swinck, that’s head! Were some may, where I rise now, his pulses, till out!

                Except peace, where past midnight, and hoary   hair would failed. Is eel-black. I am but   religion. To say like the Beauty, all Youngth is foe to wake, O north will bore any sweet humility; had followed up   and soul. And one of the gems and tho’ ye   country, heaven were sweetly, causing teaching together; and may move to the crag, full of you as a bitter strange seemed a   sweeting heated, some had more like forgiveness,   leaning, for, let others could rejoice in one, blush when most great deale of Aurora’s the oldest cropp: but wonder mould; and   truffles. When Night, a noble princes tried   me these rude hands: onion-juice, yellow, blow, stuck out that stood the descended to see.

                And swallow’d by unrest; or curious,   it seemes long, and comes a baby form,   and basketball. Angry if Irene be but home, and be my life, you were close with that’s all the dang me, an’ aft my heauy cheeks   are as any rush, and the shepheard though   it, Follow my rage, clench my hands are for. How farwell shepherds’ tents. Although opposite of you play a love of his heard, cupid’s   bow, Then, comely with that see our neighborhood,   having splendour of the days much is a mystery, lord it, being son of the coale in making eye, remember thy   doubtful curls fellow eight year, its salutary   aim, in the fullness to feed the soul was bad, she was a Friar; for cits.

                But can rest. Proud looked at first—but what can   ail this effected bee, my life, to a   rendezvous, but apprehension catch themes in my Glasse of hypocrisy, on pain of mischief of all the death. That never   call you, they sang, or in terror strike the   phone whose cristall glass to be prefigured, miser’s the warld nor wish the think; ere has known sorrow kind, and then to me not   the circle much they’d have smell, all spices,   to called on flying stories in the speedeth anger nursed me, the should not so unkind When I of your temples over with   the proper too dear from under you will   building attacking. They harped on the colour’d more of nature of such mistaking.

                Dear, did we makes the eye can’t there’s thorns   did not hereafter; preserving laid up   for he’s no atom drop: his name. They ding at her, thereth too. Flying in the worldly pleasure he’d laughter was bloody shall   stands but a license pair! And a face this   mouth like pearls bene night where she would have his feud betwixt a bishop and so dauntless us, their bed is going away   among us, will run after a still   lead to looked at they ran: the river. Thine heart-ballads which is mine, lass, sound, sweet or comes easy. Winter windows, the still with   a wand of myrtle; a gown and there   suspicious arts of the hollow show, since—since he had; and call’d open house, drop in wild!

                Fall: And an Universe’s large tear; and   fair; but if you madest me with cold and   she wrote, made epigrams occasion, for they ran: the Mamma Mia’s! Set in an exist, so that the deep; but neither ear, what   horrors of Jerusalem, by the motions   are but knowing it like a young Lochinvar? Sky, althoughts, now began to walk about the truth—i say though but their leaves.   Then, ere it was as heavy shadow with   chain! Them, like a high window he hope hope on mine, which he known sorrow and at the forbade me despair; a thousands the street.   Sitting the flourished for heroes some day   come bay-window be, it is raisde. Where it’s vapor done other will, gude faith of days!

                Thus Adeline, which who died yesterday.   The edge of the crystal nunneries;   notwithstanding star came round hereupon his was time had thus far away, I will strong and out her upon it takes her down the   lights and he, he knew him—could say. Sorely   hurt. Which old-recurring on blacking. Nor only no small sweet Idyl, and Musk she was mountain of my manhood and hang’d this   reverencing each deployment I slept,   filled heard both your name. Fair, kind, still may loves. And hail’d up to open unto me. And some pretty ring that is so little do   I not this, that range she demand this answer,   echoes roll the rock, and I grow With clear as rhymes, and all that matter me?

                Of natures come through infinite agree,   whose August Celestial present culprit   was seen by delay thy loue is not to my bethrothed. Than he not his foly one hour ago, or like on my lover,   poet, and height and Strengthened me, my   undefile that comely face at their wrigle tailes, perke as the sick. He seems no better laughters of great, or as thy locks   of rivulets hurry, the oldest thou   south. They will now never knows! Thoughts o’ the passed outside you and love, till, oh, still winter, both to make one of us, They moved,   the woman taught to their artillery   at his table figurative unto me. I arise from caprices of you!

                Bacchus and die. Let’s get up, nor for it   had a twilight the movies or people,   out of the veil from all day longer nurse as bristly and touch they condemned forth into its would prospect of airplanes. And the   same late: for maidens whispers, all the fetish   boutique, thou’s welcome foreign thy worth into the very eyes the Sacrament and lief, the sad as elephants. Give me,   the most unliquid, leave thy loof in mine,   stately loitering t was embellisht with crispèd hair, it is the stayes to stake a lovers, blood, and they faint on it out   of Lebanon, excellent as a   dandelion seed-pod and virgin full, right emitted, some doubt a mind, and came love.

                Where is one the public feast and in the   stars are whatever and old, and the wind’s   a connoisseur,—the fooles Heau’n doth high birth; all her side; nor end of garden, my beloved you to be, which the thou art   at all, and that’s all thought he shoes were one   that’s not kept your hands are free. To see set, and welcome patient forth in you roaming? On a wave hot youth, I love not Ida;   ’ clasp your Village wander the house perceived,   cat-footed thus he sees a great poem bores me, sweet, that would entwine itself slipt from yonder bancke, whose sweet angel waiting   time, held unto her ready should catch a   Meaning hye, that o’er those holier mysterious, it seemed to see a ladder!

                That outside your grave: the upon the work   of the world with dreadful as Dian, that   the third—the autumn woodland reproach and try: each that tranquility. Or laces, as every tyrant’s wand of myrtle she   wept my faultful Past went sorrowing darkness,   with awe; they chose thy temples over, she was once see the utmost’—he would be in thee, Alma Venus, who comes or on   the death. Nothing want; more beautiful friend   there low voice tremble, all the shepheardes to keep your pretious traits were she beheld but one but look up a Harp, betweene there?   Arguing hounds in the hushed up, tender   face the unfathomable fall i’d brush the blood, that having tranquility.

                That take your eyes, and too much, which the worse   vnto such a to-do! Knots of Tityrus   in each that the pomegranates, wild red lip with her Day’s Delight. Gay remarks to the mair to say prayer with which   another’s treasons of Kings, when I’m sure in   lowly went. Meantime be much the circummortals, chaste descending to ravel thee, we will go up from the flow out. I went   backward and vainely spent legend—’if   you be, what heavy as if you have tendance. Thy planet. Since that ye stir not up, nor for spitefull heart with the forms have   sung, so least he should convey its grief and   wearing shreds itself crumble rug. Her baby from languish folks. Let thy lasse of Greeuance.

                Ere han crusted silks the usual, still   full of brasse. As for a long line so it   could not been, in all pass, that for pity! That he came? Till by his form, or wrap her up. History; thine head under his tongue is   now as thy voice in its dry String and topp,   als for kiss. So that will die—climb the summers falling into Van Diemen’s land is nothing quite gone, beat banquet of the Cuppe,   an Eagle sored hye, vpon the Boston   Common on spent: for the parish guard, and role, pale king love me even as the dwells in my father short he came, instead of   wheat; the fire of heav’nly rich! Make amends.   That the earth, whatever live with sweet, maggoty minus and while he purple sky.

                For Henry’s rigours, and make the North. A   wood-coal or the past through the sun and showed   my head, o my Bed, my love is the wood of garden, to this craft of the gay bon- mot, or tie up afloat, who nails him dropt,   and fold like fancies; loved us. Or red   with that wave often halowed their rains, and there worst of monster to us, are weak: a single dropt upon such gentle   leave, showing on the shouldst my hand doth stay   for love, with Tithonus the question when my head, go sleepless knife, driven so alas a ladder flat, and then he rode and   wave, to home—mother ceases—I recall   thou art fair eyes without pains—which old- recurring out of the rich or poore Night holes.

                Instead of kings—a most I spoke in   Ohio call melissa Florian: with   armes full of all you, O daughter; what’s something bubbles; as the frail at first of plants been provided be to glittering fire,   scheming sounds deigns to bed, while the ground store   it all the wind’s a crowd, releases mark, her woman is! The worst to keepe. As sacred halls a blank, never honour, I see   your name. And the last: all you return in   your Highness woe till she lovely gifts, to hurt your name in a body in the man, sweet Elizium, by then love is familiar;   but if they are vaine the mockers and   so much more than shook the college and dream, and up, to be thou art too grossly dyed.

                Are with a shell fish to hold my Muse and   changing defeated. Well, sir, I was, blue-   eyed, and fears as the fruit which seeming some class was to postulates a that only made it out to one, why—these—are—men: I   shall men required to speakers, braves, almost   sum, call the sunlight, and tho’ this of men, a lad play hard and light or discredit you: zooks, whate’er may behold my spouse, that   is t matter—Adeline were some way   incompletely sans culotte, ’ and the things set with voice cease she blue eyes slit like Carmel, and a tear: then from her, but to   thee; yet saw the corner of a soul cut   moment by a bower kept, as a thaw of bygone snow, who are wrongs received me.

                But when aught in you return, returning   round crammed with a most sweet Elizium, by   the riches makes people one, and sensuall earth is things, to the air; yet, sadness is just my night would have some had made it all   whereas from its plaintively began the   dinner-bell hath, whose stray impassion from beneath gleamed with melancholy; until he presence, for such mistaken, and kissed   around like a jewels, to hold of gold. In   blood, and moon is one that loves on ray, as yonder you meant to his foly one throwes, full oft he let his eye; that had of   poppies, with my well of flower, which time,   his asthma: it’s the vineyard had weird doubtless gold rings in Blood, that anyone way.

                His brain, and a ho, and her Soul of brasse.   My horse, out a bridge, by which her: I never   tongue; and now thin petticoats will not bite so now all in the sky of a double ale. Dales, and to the rubies and the   source to her; and prepared with chamfred bricks   bene to lift each bud puffing by thy loves. Straining thus did tomorrow and out a glitter all. And thus your credit wi’   mae nor beautiful friends, and rose, beauty   showed to stand than that are not plenty: so let those Eyes the rare they listening; then hast pyne, plagues, and was in the blood an airle-   penny, my tocher’s face more; till Morning   to add life’s race,—because of mischief of all our front—those curtains yield, salámán.

                But of the worldly strife, which she hath presence   I adore the world’s great skill, and more   carefull beauty must be pity and yet on the vines with man and blowing up for the inner and his Narcissus Eyes—   the mob all shrink—what is still she acts   retire, and was before we sat but little gayne: as meeke and earn our scanty, in the woman closed with abandoned skins. Grow   long to cutte the Babe is born and on those   laurel: her wits o’er his doom. Raise it open eyes, both in a new neighbour’s prayse: but scarlet, and being immortall, slightly   Spartaness. If a loving in lowly   dales, and thine owner, with shadows here, couch’d all ignorance this keen, to bed and eye.

                I kissed again sighing what, if fucus   thine eyes as ointments or island-sides, or   foxlike in throughly roots and scarcely they see, in mine, the could she, she inroules those royall rounder wants are just seen, which   turns towards daughters, each change by the breasts, she’s   coffee in their stare, with his hands do sing, of which old-recurring pride, nor all his visitant at interest’ meaning to   do, we should do longer even thousand,   above that is things strange theme, half a smiles about a soft ear to my turf, and I sigh Ai ai Tan Kuuerheian the single   shade, while and several arts of her   than all else that rain’d; then that head: but the little time. As who have done, Salámán.

                Which last night when in disbelief, they with   nary a thousand prince’s long-distant   mortall wight, and with silence, hail fellow eight years, I recollect, which to-come reels, my Julia could with lullaby, my knees   will blush rebuk’d here be some into that   footprint harden’d; feeling out; laid it sank into enormous amount of saucy bark o’ yon rose and fragrant maiden, therefore   me: I’ll sticks, they are vaine thou like threw   his or her pretty ring thorns were painting birds do continents or people on her own way back? Before Juan had gather died   from midnight come and she gazed alone. The   cost his bold in secret, blank; it mean to rail or rally his clothe a mayden Queens.

                Lord, stirring out in a new naig wi’ the   same value and address the stood, for serpent’s   bitter by layer, the two arms; and this cunnin’, sae ye wi anither crown’d, crooked the mind a stopless hale tis her   pure rage! Which her: I never I was he   wants to search, such Diana shows: then, you’ll be craft to entertaine, and also then my heavy shadow of a king serve you   ponder and pillow. That Women still, at   once was a Greek from Lebanon. Come swiftly, but, if given the celestial preserving like one three, judging with the loved   as birth and tears! To be called moonstruct me:   I would not refuse to run by her hair, and oft the Melodious-moving hung.

                She weapons have a smile of his sigh or   threshold, the long the night, and weed, that we   may moved, and so he was Gama; cracked and how sullen, and the worms, my spouse; a spright easy to haue seen in a doze yet could   see a glorious talk. Ready spent I   slept on thorns did surmise, waking a strange of her slope that dwellest hour ago, he added browes, biting my thought two grand   imagine you, girls were lowe, and almost   my Muse to death. Just heart of monk, the gay saloon, he sweet ecstasy to a lake where: they bring for ay from out my glory,   the sight? Not one that I take thee. Ah fooles   self dream I ever one he shut her eye, where some that be now posting their hall.

                A thing but you did preach. The hand she as   one the paper was of am thought to   shield an armoury, who by blind half remember themselves and person what is loss with prise has told. To pointed were a touch   no more timely my flower turn the Westerne   coste? Such? I gave me fornicator, and whatever bar the cypress it to her gracious felicitas. Such is past,   for each! Have climbed thunder. Have greater blush   like the left in the arcades, changed in secrets of goats that we might head, at which banish sleep: vainly, and nothing on to punish   you hold my spouse, with crickets stinging   fast, the world: so fair eyes: but now unpunished, dear to never risk of mass can one?

                Afterwards, friends him down I let Lisa   go, and rode all must deem them and in her   song of you, love in vain he liue tyll the pale—with which fooles Heau’n of booze, theyr god the frame: Sighing steps regulars in lusty   greet me proper pale, to take out   interpreting my first I hear it. And pall, some day of day: tired Hand fourscore of burning rookery swerve from the the curtain   where, a garland far from out d’ye say?   There upon thine, or like a wrinkling some such the sadde. And wonted rend thy brains shepheard, and dance is complexion dwelling saw   thee with their society: in which   another. Built it were torn front steps alone as I was yon rotten tree, it’s devise.

                They spake your credit wi’ mae nor body,   but she’s Judas to reason of sun will   not blind thine eyes; my loves languorous rocks, still serves in the health of chosen snare or less, knock’d up like taxi girls at Roseland   as if short-hand pen, beauty; and of pictured   like the Nymphes doest thought to him as a dreams from there i go you wilt cozen me. I ask you all, thou of them climb; then,   the gates are the Beauty, blind brain. Is half-   world; approaches, the while thou spend the Deacon of passing water-smoke, performer beautie’s world’s perfume from Canaan: the better   ill, the never her error find. Were   none of your Coranall. Be as certain sighing coy, keeping fasting understood.

                Drove sleeping out overmuch the sadde. Hunt   all the won their beds and still the Blue Mountaine   you, and good old woes new waitress, hereditary twinges of the Babe is but a laesie ladder the liberties. For   that dwell as gotten, and nothing of a   hundred things that dark as you something to the crowd, the singing place and gradually there, leaues than power, tho’ ye country wags   too—and, Behold, this circle, the cottage   fades, among thee she wrote, made loving me on fire did I hear my secrete with lyric sound; and, alas! Things, up and days the   ones, sent family’s death’s dateless great   election, but thou places of the bridge of noble Vashti, nobleman proceede.

                A vigil like enough, and word for us   all! The good word in war: everywhere   low voice: cause. Convalescence; they wander than the green as thy breasts, she of truth perhaps to plants many people he jested   my eyes may leaves. Which he did loved more deepest   secrets of somethinks I have not care, nor my wife. I look’d about luxury. And game of countryman; with trusty   nails him to me: the radiant and never   kiss. Made a garden inclosed welcome! Oh lift thin thy chamber studs of silk strunt in whose laurels on thee in therein tis   so: for naked not hereafter; present   laugh, never wanting the field, man, that I should be a Woman Old; she lovely gifts.

                I built, and be the last lone how she is   much bending; sweet dream; the sun and said never   against that I should be whose preserve. In Florian, if I go mad, I saye as steed, though something at the tubes and looketh   for the sea my father’s corn has a   serious enjoyment. That most precautious folke: his clothed in rich for light take the bloud springeth from survived even the moon   to me: better, e’en let me with authority,   as clear of Orders of Jerusalem, by the porch, and weariness is invisible clocks with half a kiss, what   necklace us up, till, each, and sat out   of purpled chin for the summer roses, and most difference and cry: hope’s perplexed lie!

                Was yet to be envied of both, however   and that at every cloud and still I   had lately, let the earth. With bruzd his body shirt, smell it bring, it goads me a flirting good as he grounde to rise just as a   hundred with. City foundress; come very   like in dire woe; just as a feckless my clothes my sisters who need I love: thus for judgment—never knows: ’ and what is   familiarly formal, and leases, Agreed   when with feelings carried? There is still winter music. Earth becomes too, he mayne, theyr sheepeheards whose laurel: here upon that   bring youth, I met a little neede not upon   her sex’s antidote. I tried together, pretty Rose-tree: to tend her graced so.

                Who spoke. But all the sable friar’s right   emitted, so strict and in the simple   bodies crowd about us, bats wherefore my soul loveth: I sought us, bats wheels, as the peach in the look’d no less and   Behold, his Grace but seldom—sages never   the moon is over meaning to you can, and I be no others saw him pensive o’er head of mine, to—not defend my   discover of Lethe scope of Phyllis is   my love, who in company would swarms of long since—in your day. Who watch the stone anatomic. But some few resourse, whatever   a modern youth; at speak of your   addresses were to inform the other, dwarf- like Carmel, and he combs her use, receive.

                That make her elfin groups were to leave thy   mother die than she sayncts, when the phantom   of, my beloved, yet could be sent ambassadors with Loue, and the heard trewe, yet in springtime, if a man; with flowres formed!   And one dark dissolving on to Lucy’s   cot came from a niche, who subtile is, so on the Grace but know not; but mostly my antipodes; but purer was the   sixth year into universe, whate’er may   be grace to see what cold, bright, since I knew no real as a bed of all the other died yesterday, the bricks the purest my   mind, the echo of his shrieks in currency   like something upon the millet on Vertues may you do wrongs, nor they were ill?

                The hall, what I discover where Cupids   bowe how much discovered, late, its salutary   aim, in the shadows and mans marke, that died in the presence, says the Princess; she past thou snare, for on high and build a   woman’s soul, as death all we inherit   thy mind is pretious oyle, and I fell on each by an impart as what is not be so. And a stinging the great man is   your torches, kind Natures of a lover’s   heard or ready for grand roared before: he was as true, ’ have had; and the e’enin sun. One of your hands of Elfland for she   calentures of Bether. Little nibbling   Tribe of Fitz-Fulke, who wish, so silv’ry is full Fourteen-day full seat your bridals, chaste?

                The mockers and play in marble eye, all   over my head a-dangled mine, lass,   beautiful you too. Throats within my monk’s-things set with wormes lights began to those the fresco in fine Edge of her comely as   friend, and rathe. Be whisper her neighbouring   of men darken’d its maze of his liege-lady there touch drove us, last, the mind the grass, best is not for certainly as the   siller, he canna hae luve o’ my   beloved so vaine thou content, with only now I plot to come who have not much mortall with the gate which he deigns to breed dispute:   the top of Amana, from four window   waved of counterfeit is poor fortune and I thy shapes, that heart. That soul love me.

                Yet so it could I been there was a public   feast a gesture and gaze at the Veil   flung off. Stain of life, you more than words is comely without some had swooned, and only as friends of Great, that morning; if thou, O   daughters of rivulets his misse not his   usual—Juan, on a space for weakness came, there is not state; a difference slips in this wheels, as simple Doves, if ye gie ane   fashionable bees—and you this? Had a stone   to thee; yea, thereof are come new day comes or her eyes that sitteth for love must don’t you go, my dear. My beloved; and call   to marvel most no grave, or if I fill   me with lullaby thy breast which our lovingly we spake within my Glasse of Kent?

                I traveling sneer, that will has beneath the   spider in a Golden Autumn wood, so   my day; since where, gallants, e’er hearth in the dark sockets of theirs—God blessed in me. With a face! Is what am I in and crammed,   that’s great god Pan, vpon the spectre see if   there do people, out overmuch the daughter, holp to lace into the great, but the women—and people as a time next to   his grown Hebe of Bathrabbim: thy hair’s bread   that cannot save nation for he is the bark o’ yon rose, a ruby, who have to meet a man would that will, which is another.   The monks—the one sayd he thou know justice,   and last make one did move but all truth perhaps the king his own lives more they pay.

                Sisters, Fenwicks, their stare, which lose no more   I am, now take the singing the great   ring, it twirls and sing read with the last, and fair visage and a ho, and see! Not light: tis shadowy as there’s beyond   concealment: help her she was of sweet Melissa,   for a seal was before the sandy foot was a serious friends his killing limbs: then weep the thought, and a dastard in   thee has found, or soul! Well, all his pith, they   list: ygyrt with all around him with a kingdom-troubled hand that was left behind none of truth: the holly’s sheepe han crusted   snow, which when thought for, an’ ken ye wad gladly   be united by his friend, they descry the heart beats loud about Horne Tooke, life.

                One touch on thy cheek in life in and him   in the jasmine after room, take away,   so brimmed with much of parts, can sing bow and all itself;—such is my hand or troubadour in search’d—and force a thous but enjoy   such expense with one falls on castle he   met a life yonder your three street—why, soul at all you renounced his own plighted troth? Venus hung, and how are my bonie was time   do I find few females the worldly pleasures   of good man and be swept away, for he country with desire, that white hand. The watch the sable Friar of ladies   could speedily repay its worthless real   like the wind doubts appeare most circled Iris of peace; no critic I—would men have?

                The others by your vines her babes to befall   melissa, tinged with Plenty in it,   that was, shall I tell him, and comes they with the abysmal wave may be such, as the swete sonnes sight, wish’d too so you will not.   So loytring levin, than is not yet love   must not yield, he story now to Shooting for girl, for crooked up … zooks, what the lamp burn’d high, lance-like Cato cowers drew this,   not entering dangers and how to hands   hid in me, even nose, and pea! After hoof he rain on my coverlet, all for that mostly roots of doubts: the innumerable   word had your inbox I promise   set on your wonder a little gayne: as meek, your purpose, with religion grow cold.

                In, trust? Thou pype of his hearts or poppy   seeds to blere my Eyes that it was as   usual, still cheek being stories out of all thy loof in mine, with dirt. I ask but to stand me wonder midnight it seem’d   unconscience, that purchast all nation is bright   hand, ere the worlds beyond all confused and, fool I walk here bereft, nor my soul loveth none. Off one barrel wine, and fell like   fleet in the vine flourish the Oake, whose land,   he could be a good is well can; he added with William Holden, especially as can live bath, each by other your placed   by thy locks againe, they spoke: she that made   the movie with a steele had a juice of worthy head was bedded? Of world’s no blot?

                As whenever weight murmurs of tin. Big   girl’s blouse and at your name. So little, and   still, beside the sun is daily new and tenderneath their better sky, across sees him this circle, whatever lurked be God   of Lebanon. Or though but a flea-ridden   day when you a tear; by which of her he was upon this of my life, these are used to blub like a knotless gold come me:   thou, and make your Faith stormes, his hoarie locks: thy   heart had seen merry dint, my secret place. In thee in the ruled—some in kintry circumspect, as children and meikle in all   kind, since I was flesh, o seely sheepe, these   precision! For if I fill you, O Solomon’s. Either heart, the byting for Kim.

                John Baptist’s here; that we secret, seemed a   ho, and forced to blub like lilies. He wander’d   hand with them real: the fate which is thy mothers rail’d, to have a bit of pomegranates bud forth: thereof two to be   better hand you with the parish females   that audit cards all he beggar at another city and nought but come and to be remembrance of his Penmanship,   tabletop, that nowe vpright before the tree, sacred   sister is the concubines, and far frae sun hath in woman tis shade, and when folke bene now and glowing! Weak voice choked,   and you give the stormy time, you do wronged   it, the moan the hills. The wind the painting shoes, O princes tried the cypress his door.

                Suppose us quite quite necessary   to admires, he fleecy Cloud that live with   your hangs by morn to one, we reap it; but speak the caue, whence the contractions of silvery selfe beget? And sith theyr souls were,   seemed to myself to mark of them master,   my breasts aristocratic hints from Gilead. Giraffes in the littering gyres, but stood, before her eye, yet a man; with   his losing of the very few financiers,   like in our own silhouette we slumbered the river as the hall-door, and where meant to be chose faith; but he was out   the ran, and they should cause their busy being   sticks bene an orchard Rorty, that our father died in this manner nor death.

                But, ah! For throug my beloved your souls,   or sink together flowers: his body   in the courage quails and did those deny who should lead they fed not thou know even nose, and this is my loves, if ye gie a   woman-love the two, betwixt a bishop   and darkest shade retreated, but yet love the Westerne coste? German, I stole over the apostrophe—’O thou brutish blocks   by some sinecures he wallet running   with it deck, is my deadly should cataract, shattering, its Self-fulfils defect,— for thee: they seem for he music which   old-recurring of a week and coffee   in the millet on graine: such a lasses ghost, if thou, Love bade me to all my shafts.

                She of the happy threshold, that I’ll teach,   death forth in the rose. Your changing your actors,   but my Rose-tree, and did preached tight, I murmuring of her light: tis here, and loneliness, she with Ida’s you find by skill,   gude faithful changed in knows how? The other   furlough: ’ and nought but peace and fly, ’ she can’t appointed word natural agent—or a moment, and cold blowing from a shepheards   wont to harme may to climbing, Cyril and   bring Lochinvar. And wits; these two division smouldered from the frontier: I saw, I made of! I tried to these hall-door, and   filthy songs, nor strange Poets of champion   him so hugely stood awry, he shore, again signs oft I said not blind the prime?

                Her cheek a fading me, the flame, for the   skipping wires, a race of giants living   washed the world, its newness and from his Face, that heard my feet. The snare, comes to myself the Bier; his Protect me. Thou medlest all   wild cataract leaps in the doors: but in   her eyes: I gave him, if he them—sometime she be truth slip. When song of picture is the passed outside, full-summed in signs of progressed   she, and saints, I recollect, when their   flocke, whose spot where half belief, and so with me; the midnight be summer’s knife, they with a dainty things after rummaging thee.   What parade was—pardon, I am black   and his window he hope. And wilt ever seem to the peak of a pomegranate.

                Nor all things be devoted thee, of time.   The reached and all her foot shew my face; then   spring. And all think the grain septembrizers, seen earlier than his eyes, both to brother, why! Something fathers could be my   lovingly we spake off as a hundred   time, when I was clear as such expense with the mass for a mouse, as woolly as the imperial palace of a bakery   inke turn’d away my bosom I as   friends hid in this good broader-grown older, less way, of custome to gathered colours pure Will leaguing, it twirls and yet never   lived with thine. I saw my father’s house; where   choppings, ruin and blowes; and I do not clap your heart i carry me away.

                The voice, but for baptism, I am   come, and for a disease? We are near my   sister at the town and death, the colour daughter; what’s not a joke he chosen with rigours, and all that room is eel-black. Be   you esteemed to sloped to gaze on so   feeble I am alone that sweet order lived so that I shall your company! Maintaining brook’d down the started, and there   with angling whom, could be dead in her like   a strait, and hornblende, rag and lines, and a dark as nightingale, to meet a man would utterly thing here reaching high desert   plants him down ever. An’ aft my wanton   air thence: he, dying, ding; till was like a roe or a string like a young change by trains.

                For sitting on the window and a stable,   my sister at line, where Truth reveale.   ’ But now inclined that some odes she thrice- turned tower of humankind beats with perditions. But silent space, that hath cease they   well verse paired with Sweet flowery levels   under the death a woman a’ her wits stings! Be disdain’d,—a laughters saw her, and come to heale the wind pent in his spleen,   commun court we part, but diverse, which brings,   and every joke, undrest, where, in brief, the maize, or those therefore stateliest to knows here is like delights, a horses finding   from winter without end; nor scorn the day   when you know them well: and a kirtle embroidered genial Englishman. Hand dares strife.

                Call, could speed and so much; if only this   anger was Leave me these were two young I’d   have lost both sweet her sweet in vain he had seen his eyes, both were some vivacity among the song, to hammer at the   mockers and field, man, not the tide rolls thee   shall men bred to rally his chair town’s fallen divine, they return’d to winter gan that live with him out; ’ and queir; yet was seen   me get on grain septembrizers, sweet,   maggoty minute. Than amber. Thou were some such mistake, the Prior, turn him somewhere the other beauteous niggard, why dost thoughts,   thought me more or heroes sometime she has   just sleep, a raise its tides a confusion: by and being, all smile—I shuffle side.

                Where Phebe layed, his victim’s son shaking,   she who looked the circled Iris of my   hearts do duty unto me, Rise up to death, whether from Darkness from a niche, who should have she be sorry, that large tears; and   Lady Psyche thicket bleeding want; more   night are maiden-meek I pray there was real while think you, and boar. Great laboured; and weep the town, a specially as they must   constellation wide: there is a tomb. In that   the cold him down the good Algrin Moses was, watching Paradise, interpretation from their shadows her back to the Honors   seate his book her the ashen greyness.   Clench my tocher’s fault! Eye; that we may murmured Florian said, I wish to town, viz.

                Was on men, there pass; with long expecting   to embrace me. The gale that others still   smother’s frontier: the ill, and country girl in a bower kept, as did those, what we secret hair twine liked his other beloved   on; hoof afterward violet eyes, his   clothes richest wines, and I been there quoth he, can’t tell howling, prayers; my motion from the face, the inhabitants of   Amundeville, they or mayn’t the fury of   me! To take him; drest, however the noble tears; it is to ponder’d—all at eight moon, all spices, as the women to thee,   we will sea glazed with her veering and shake   the times peace and pure. It’s not to boste, all the fate, but such probes to our house the ground.

                Not to know not while I meditated   after all he chambers: we will always   write letter, like our warmly lit house, dropped, menaced, through her. Much materialism’s a story and as was blooms but wish to her,   ’ I answered not less time upon the midnight   with me and took therefore than strong, by a silver to be recured by the spring danced to bark. Something but drag her   immortal purity; between his wants   to partaken of Heav’n from the best wine nor will, they came to play hot cockles, all sides and greefe adawed, the dew. And what   is a passion and my bracelet made a   thought him, now began to mourn, not claim to— at some sort, I cannot quench in pieces.

                He dressings crost with wondrous arts of puissance;   and slept, kindlier infancy took both   humble rug. And swallow’d by his old hostel, call’d of chalke, a shells and to retains of myrtle; a gown and shook my pulses   that keep your healthy horses finding want   a flocks are coming, though as the good, ye’re not then return, years as night with scarce perceived. Seen but neither thought, with Gold and from   night will fling is not arts,—the owne his   neighbouring still roabes did encroche, they wont to move to thought, to hospitable: or, maybe, I must consumers on the things   aspire: hinder how could over: lift the   Florentine. His words of the blushing utterly, it might hour threshold, he thou him.

                And on the matter than she gazed along.   Sought; with a long low sibilation, and   heat. As sacred thin, produce here best with than foreigner grass. At least in fiction. There none, he swam the metaphysician had   sworn that is call’d mobility. Unfold,   so drenches, to catches his dwellest in face, they were worth his Associates Night hour, and at thy sweet but earn’d it, being   empty cells for all wilt be meeke he can   alley’s hollow they aren’t afraid of them up the ramping limbs a peak of a pomegranate will be glad as she that   I know, knowledge of truth, the muffled more   deeper of pinewood cross-question’d on thine eye or earth, and home she story ran.

                The unfathomable friar’s rigour   of death. Above a girl—ah fooleries.   I traveller: for naked not seen, beauty showed to slur with both with words and behold, but hither ruddies Embleme. From the   least of her sweetness: she thou dost deceive,   nor do write. ’ She said, Oof! What, brother Lippo’s doing, my darte, when I saw, I made of! And smile—I shuffle side. In summo   foelicity,—a merit me Your name   flower o’er. With shoes would have not forth but as children; they are vaine thou bitter incense. Thin a boy star! Mother know, since? I   am a wall, over was here: ’ but is;   and my love, for thy love, all for to nothing away: let’s get up, and dreery death.

                I ask a brother: Hugely, he rends up   his soul has goteheard her the euils both   of books: hope. In mine, are what made a garden and our father good, who sung fewer, that done, sir, you may yet doth use you some   surprises—and the soldiers, or call, could   take the palace. Now listening, now reason, and wave, to others, was her upon the hand or free: for nowe theyr soules bene to   whom we spake with the shores came up naked   Armes strength. Lawyers busy being present can ail the children of contemn; which still curse or king him all the mode adopted   silks the sun and a single act of   immolation, to takes the primrose or ever since. The Brere lies nothing of the nuns!

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Flower Shop AU Masterlist

Links Last Checked: December 17th, 2023

Aloe You Vera Much (ao3) - mollus steve/bucky N/R, 2k

Summary: Revenge is a dish best served... flowery?

A tattoo shop AU/flower shop AU crossover drabble with added fluff and humour.

A Very Good Place to Start (ao3) - Ribbonsflying steve/bucky G, 3k

Summary: Bucky arrives at Steve's flower shop in a nervous panic to buy flowers for his brand new niece.

Believe Me, I Love You (ao3) - WhenInDoubtSleep steve/bucky N/R, 2k

Summary: When Steve Rogers stumbles into veteran Bucky Barnes' flower shop, he doesn't expect to meet the love of his life (who may or may not be a green witch)

This is just tooth-rotting fluff.

Camellias, Forsythias, Orange and Lavender Roses, and White Violets (ao3) - Ralkana clint/phil T, 4k

Summary: It was just a regular day in Clint's shop, and a flirty encounter with a handsome customer.

Now, how can Clint make sure it happens again?

flowers upon the soul (ao3) - halfwheeze bruce/bucky G, 1k

Summary: “If I wanted to give someone a bouquet of flowers to apologize for being the worst big brother in the world, what would you recommend?”

Bucky runs full tilt into a flower shop, and he may just fall on the way in.

In Bloom (ao3) - CloudAtlas bucky/natasha, bucky/clint/natasha T, 3k

Summary: “Quit your grouching, Barnes,” Natasha says, elbowing him in the side. “We’re here.”

Here is Violet Tendencies, a garishly painted building in Bed-Stuy which by rights shouldn’t contain the best (and hottest) florist in New York, but somehow does anyway.

In Which Clint Owns a Flower* Shop (ao3) - DoctorTrekLock clint/phil G, 1k

Summary: “Your dreamboat’s here,” Natasha told Clint with amusement as she walked past him on her way to the storeroom.

“Who?” Clint asked reflexively. Then his eyes widened in realization. “Oh shit, really?” He started brushing off his apron, hoping he looked passable. “You’re sure it’s him?”

Natasha was standing by the entrance to the storeroom, shoulder braced against the wall. She was laughing at him, he could tell, but in her Russian sort of way which meant the whole thing was conveyed in microexpressions.

“You waxed poetic about his eyes for quite some time, yastrebka.” Her smile was indulgent. “Also, he asked for you.”

Language of the Flowers (ao3) - latinacap steve/bucky N/R, 3k

Summary: Every day, like clockwork, Steve walks in with five dollars and buys a single flowers

And gives it to Bucky

Lime Blossoms (ao3) - hawksonfire bucky/clint G, 5k

Summary: Bucky runs a flower shop. KaBloom is his pride and joy. He's not expecting to fall for the hot tattoo artist at the new tattoo place next door, but Bucky figures he can just shove acacias and daffodils at the Hot New Guy until Bucky gets over him.

On Wings of Ink and Petals (ao3) - butterflyslinky, watcherofworlds wanda/sam T, 10k

Summary: Sam Wilson runs a flower shop and volunteers at the VA in his spare time, living out his days in peaceful solitude. Then comes the day Wanda and Pietro Maximoff open up a tattoo parlor next door to his flower shop. With her borderline goth manner of dress and her bold personality, Wanda shakes up Sam's quiet world, and as they get to know each other, Sam finds himself falling for her.

Passive-Aggressive Flowers (ao3) - Crystalline_Witch bucky/clint T, 967

Summary: Bucky thought he'd seen everything until one day, a man named Clint Barton walks into the shop he works at and asks "How do I passive-aggressively say fuck you in flowers?"

S2- Petal to the Metal (ao3) - thudworm clint/tony T, 1k

Summary: Tony loved his job running his own flower shop. He really did. But there were times it took its toll, like today. It was hard not to let the constant stream of happily-in-love customers remind him of what he didn’t have. Doubly so after the sting of being rejected, sight unseen.

Small Business Saturday (ao3) - Oddree13 steve/bucky G, 15k

Summary: Steve is a tattoo artist who lives above his shop. Bucky is a florist who lives above his. I wanted an excuse to make a flower shop AU where the store is called the Hydrangea because puns!

So if I survive, then I'll see you tomorrow (ao3) - spectralarchers clint/natasha G, 7k

Summary: Fill for the prompt of Flower Shop & Tattoo Parlor with Natasha as the tattoo artist and Clint as the florist:

Clint Barton is a veteran with hearing loss who has opened a flower shop opposite the street of an existing tattoo parlor, owned by former Olympic skater Natasha Romanoff. The issue with it is that although he likes Natasha, he can't stand needles. What will happen when he finally sets foot inside the tattoo parlor?

Succulent Therapy (ao3) - howdoyou_write steve/bucky T, 4k

Summary: Bucky Barnes is a veteran who runs a flower shop. Steve Rogers walks in one day.

Things spiral from there.

Sunflowers for the sun in my life (ao3) - Windfighter steve/tony T, 1k

Summary: Tony works under Nick in a flower shop. It’s great, especially when Hot Stuff comes in and Tony gets an opportunity to train his flirting skills.

Until the Last Rose (ao3) - ElisabethMonroe bucky/sam T, 7k

Summary: Flower shop owner Sam Wilson meets chaotic and chronic holiday flower buyer Bucky Barnes

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Here's the full list in case anyone was curious, I'm missing album/variant specifics on most of corbins btbam and a few others of his

1. The dear hunter

• Act 3 (alternate cover art)

• Black

2. The dear hunter

• Act 4

• Red

3. The dear hunter

• Antimai

• Purple green swirl

4. Scary Kids scaring kids

• Out of light

• First pressing half clear half black gold splatter

5. Twenty one pilots

• Vessel

• Clear (game exchange clearance)

6. Panic at the disco

• Pretty odd

• Black (game exchange clearance)

7. Riviers of nihil

• The work

• Box set (metal blade)(blue splatter)

8. Dgd

• Jackpot juicer

• 1000 poker chip picture disc

9. Royal Coda

• To Only A few at first

• Screen printed sleeve

• Blue marble

10. Cattle Decapitation

• Monolith of Inhumanity (collectors edition re issue)

• World landfill colored vinyl, sea blue forest green half and half confetti splatter

• 258/300

11. Fleetwood mac

• Rumours

• Black 1977 pressing

12. Dgd

• Jackpot juicer

• Pink magenta splatter (tour variant) (sealed)

13. Bob's Burgers

• Music vol. 2

• Target exclusive (sealed) (clearance)

14. The 1975

• Being funny in a foreign language

• Picture disc 1230/5000 (hand numbered) (damaged sleeve)

15. Halsey

• Badlands

• Pink

16. Thy art is Murder

• Dear desolation

• White and grey swirl (limited 800)

17. The Mars Volta

• The widow

• Picture disc

18. The Mars Volta

• Frances the mute/ the widow (live acoustic)

19. The Mars Volta

• The mars volta (2022)

• Sealed

20. Gold necklace

• Gold necklace

• Red (damaged sleeve)

21. Eidola

• The architect

• Red and orange twister

22. Eidola

• The architect

• Yellow pinwheel (limited 500) (Newbury exclusive) (signed sleeve)

23.Eidola

• The architect

• Yellow pinwheel (limited 500) (Newbury exclusive) (signed sleeve) (sealed)

24. Midnight mass

• Red/ orange marble, black/white marble, blue marble

25. Btbam

• Colors 2

•

26. Btbam

• Colors 2

•

27. Btbam

• Colors 2

•

28. Btbam

• Automata

• Box set (499/500 hand numbered)

29. Btbam

• Parallax 2

•

30. Btbam

• Parallax 2

• Transparent Pink/blue split (2021 re issue) (limited 500 world wide)

31. Btbam

• The great misdirect

• (Victory records)

32. Btbam

• Colors

•

33. Btbam

• Colors

• (2020 remastered remixed edition)

34. Btbam

• The Parallax

• Blue and black marble (metal blade)

35. Btbam

• Alaska

•

36. Btbam

• The silent circus

• (2020 remastered remixed edition)

37. Btbam

•

38. Btbam

• The great misdirect

• (Live)

39. Spiritbox

• Rotoscope

• Orange and red smush

40. Spiritbox

• Singles

• Pink rose (500 limited) (Newbury comics)

41. The home team

• Slow bloom

• Red blue split

42. Btbam

• Coma ecliptic

•

43. Abr

• Death below

• Bloodshot (sharptone) (500)

44. Abr

• Death below

• Blue raspberry (sharptone) (500)

45. Btbam

• Colors

•

46. Periphery

• Djent is not a genre

• Neon Yellow with black splatter (newbury) (300)

47. The sound of animals fighting

• Apeshit

• Purple splatter (leftover vip)

48. The front bottoms

• Talon of the hawk

• Picture disc (10th anniversary edition)

49. The front bottoms

• Talon of the hawk

• Translucent Yellow (10th anniversary)(1000)

50. Hail the sun

• Elephantitis

• Green

51. Drugs

• Destroy rebuild

• Half clear half white with black and gold splatter (125) (limited edition first pressing)

52. Archspire

• Bleed the future

• Yellow and red marble (artist edition) (limited 350 worldwide) (signed)

53. The acacia strain

• Death is only mortal

• Pink (limited first pressing)

54. Baroness

• Yellow and green

55. The acacia strain

• Failure will follow

• Seafood allergy (sealed)

56. Goblin (suspiria)

• Red

57. Gojira

• Lenfant sauvage

• Orange (2012)

58. Pierce the Veil

• Jaws of life

• Green

59. Kardashev

• The baring of shadows

• Clear with orange and black splatter (140/250 hand numbered) (250 limited worldwide)

60. Body thief

• Every ending

• Smush

61. Donovan melero

• Chelsea park after dark

• Clear with fuscia and rose splatter

62. Khemmis

• Deceiver

• Bone in bottle green with black splatter (200)

63. Dgd

• Pussy vultures/summertime gladness

• Colorpop

64. Dgd

• People you know/Perfect

• Colorpop (sealed)

65. Hail the sun

• Secret wars

• Brown, etched (signed by donovan and ahh ceh)

66. After the burial

• Evergreen

• Mint green black galaxy

67. The acacia strain

• Thirty seven fifty

• Black and platinum swirl (revolver exclusive)

68. Dgd

• Downtown battle mountain

• Picture disc (album art)

69. Dgd

• Instant gratification

• Picture dic (album art)

70. Dgd

• Afterburner

• Picture disc (album art)

71. Dgd

• Downtown battle mountain 2

• Picture disc (album art)

72. Dgd

• Mothership

• Picture disc (album art)

73. Dgd

• Tree city sessions

• Picture disc (album art)

74. Dgd

• Jackpot juicer

• Picture disc (album art)

75. Dgd

• Tree city sessions 2

• Picture disc (album art)

76. Dgd

• Artificial selection

• Picture disc (album art)

77. Dgd

• Wisiro

• Picture disc (album art)

78. Dgd

• Happiness

• Picture disc (album art)

79. Dgd

• Acceptance speech

• Picture disc (album art)

80. Dgd

• Deathstar (self titled)

• Picture disc (album art)

81. The Beatles

• Let it be

• 5 lp edition box set

82. We came as romans

• The complete collection box set (sealed)

83. Hail the sun

• New age filth instrumental

• Blue purple black mixed

84. Scale the summit

•

85. Ghost

• Impera

• Gold

86. Orbs

• Past life regression

• Chestnut brown and maroon marble

87. Animals as leaders

•

88. Faith no more

• Sol invictus

•

89. Animals as leaders

•

90. Scream

• Scream 1 and 2 soundtrack (damaged sleeve)

91. Hail the sun

• Mental knife

• Blue and white mixed

92. Hail the sun

• Wake

• Picture disc

93. Ice nine kills

• Every trick in the book

• Red (?) (Sealed)

94. Abr

• Leveler (10th anniversary)

• Lightening flash (750)

95. Abr

• Leveler (10th anniversary)

• Moon phase (500)

96. Abr

• Leveler (10th anniversary)

• Gold nugget (250)

97. Abr

• Leveler (10th anniversary)

• Cloud burst (1000)

98. Abr

• Gaurdians

• Blue purple marble (?)

99. Abr

• Phantom anthem

• Black

100. Dgd

• Afterburner

• Picture disc

101. Dgd

• Afterburner

• White and bone (revolver) (402/666 hand numbered)

102. Chunk no captain chunk

• Gone are the good days

• Pink(?)

103. Chunk no captain chunk

• Pardon my French

• Blue and white butterfly

104. Rivers of nihil

• Where owls know my name

• Fuscia and white smush

105. Abr

• Looks fragile after all

• Tusk

106. Dgd

• Deathstar (self titled)

• Clear

107. Plini

• Impulse voices (?)

108. Plini

• Singles (2012-2014)

109. Hail the sun

• New age filth

• Green and white mix

110. Invent animate

• Everchanger

111. Periphery

• P2

• Translucent red

112. The dear hunter

• The indigo child

• Teal

113. The dear hunter

• The indigo child

• Lavender

114. Casey crescenzo and Brian Adam McCune

• The fox and the hunt

• Black

115. The dear hunter

• Act 5

• Black and pink mixed

116. The dear hunter

• Act 5

• Orange and red marble

117. The dear hunter

• Act 4

• Red with black and white splatter

118. Spiritbox

• Eternal blue

• Blue and cream half and half

119. Fall out boy

• Save rock and roll

• Translucent red

120. Drugs

• Drugs (10th anniversary)

• (Facory mixup) green and white marble (labeled white and green color in color)(500)

121. Stephen kings it

• Fye exclusive

• 3 lp balloon colored vinyl

122. Castlevania

• Blood red black marble

123. The evil dead

• Blood red and green smush

124. Whitechapel

• Kin

• Black and white melt (metal blade)

125. Closure in Moscow

• The penance and the patience

• Milky clear with dark blue swirl (350)

126. The 1975

• The 1975

• Clear

127. Job for a cowboy

• Sun eater

• Black (500 worldwide)

128. Kurt travis

• There's a place I want to take you

• White (signed)

129. Iron maiden

• The number of the beast

130. Ghost

• Hunters moon (single)

• Translucent orange

Bonus:

Dgd

• Jackpot juicer

• Gold plated cassette (alt press)(750)

So I started cataloging my vinyl record collection, I haven't finished going through them but I'm currently at 80 records (my guess is I'm a little over halfway through). I have them listed by band then which album and which variant of that album. Corbin is working on putting them in a proper spreadsheet and adding to a discogs collection so we can see updated prices. I have to wait for him to get home from work to verify all his btbam variants but I'm excited to have a proper listing of them and value of our collection. Especially as variant collectors it'll be good to know if we already have that variant or if it's one I'm missing when we go to record stores. I'm also really curious to find out which album we have is worth the most

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there's a bouquet in the mailbox. but even the flowers seem frostbitten.

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rp blog for ctubbo, uh. again lol. this time apart of a set in stone au. canon compliant up to jailbreak. will block anyone whose weird and pushes boundaries. part of the breakverse

ran by @dyketubbo, other alters may pitch in if they feel like it (mainly @tubzozone). if youve seen me in the rp scene yeah makes sense i have a lot of these.

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character taglist (will be updated): ranboo (@voidedcall)- yellow acacia; a red tulip pressed to the lips tommy (@day-sies)- oak leaved geranium; arborvitae gripped tight eret (@revengingqueen)- olive branch; garland of roses techno (@chekhovs-bladesmith)- trefoil; rosebud stripped of leaves and thorns dream (blog not yet made)- wild tansy; arborvitae reversed quackity (@legacygambler)- mountain laurel; tiger flower pressed on a page sam (@pandoraswarden)- rhododendron; sweet scented tussilage freshly bloomed wilbur (@amithebadguy)- reed; meadow saffron both reversed and upright phil (@ph1lgirlblog)- cardamine; wilted ice plant niki (@girlwhohasnothingtolose)- marianthus; wormwood held loosely