#he cant decay him and take it at once

[mishy-mashy]

Ah, hey. Even though Midoriya cut Tomura's fingers off, it really did do nothing against All For One (quirk)

Midoriya only cut off his fingers. That'd stop Shigaraki from being able to use Decay on him.

But All For One is in the palm. The process happened without a hitch.

Decay's Quirk Factor is in the fingertips. All For One's Factor is in the palms.

Shigaraki wasn't faster than Midoriya could cut him here, Midoriya chose the wrong target.

[jay-joy113]

Imagine being in an dnd universe and meeting Jason.

You were walking with no real place to go when you headbutt a 6'7 brick wall of muscle who may or may not be an knight.

Now, ussualy he doesn't do charity, but seeing you so weak and alone makes gim go soft and bring you back to his humble abode (a whole ass castle).

His home is filled with weapons of many kinds but manly swords. The soft red carpet being spotless tells you hes either an clean freak or he doesn't stay inside much. The small Garden of roses is on the brink of decay because of over watering. Your room, the guest room, is a bit dusty but overall confy. Your blue sheets are made of an fine silk, theres even cute patterns on it.

Jason tells you that you can stay while you look for a place to stay, that you can even eat from his food. Honestly i would cry of sheer happines . Anyway, and thats how your slice of life adventures beggin. Wheater you prefer cleanning, cooking or gardening you end up doing something. And Jason is a bit emotional about those little acts of service, if you pick cleaning he will tell you how he never bothered because he rarely goes back to his castle (workaholic bitch) and say the smell is wonderfull. If you pick cooking he might actually cry, the last time he ate a home cooked meal was when he was a kid, he does cook for himself but that hits different. If you go care for those poor angiosperms he will look at you as if you did wichtcraft, what do you mean you fuking fixed those?? He couldn’t really care for them so he just... let em be yknow?

Afther a few more days and a more yapping, congrats, you endered him. He never had só much noyse in his castle, its not as umpleasent as he tought. That might be selfish but.. He doesn't want you to leave.

You been a great company, a great friend, a great crush- NO. He must not. You are an vunerable woman/ man/ person Who has no place to go, he shouldnt have these sinful toughts... so why when you smile he wants to kiss you? Why when he sees you helping in the castle those stone walls look more like a home? Why does he itch to hug you and never ever let go?

Afther some nights he cant take it anymore and touches himself. The warm feel of his big hands on his fat cock trying to mimic how you would feel around it. What sounds would you make? Would them be as pretty as you? With your name on his lips and face on his mind. Just as he is about to come you enter his room, whatever the fuck you had to say it scapes your head the second you see sweaty buff Jason calling out your name as he pants his abdomen white. His veiny dick doesn't go down, no, in fact it seems to get even harder under your gaze, even if its owner its looking like a fresh tomato. He asks for forgivnes, that he didn’t want you to hate him, he begs and begs...

His begging gets way cuter when you put your mouth on his member. You lick the head then gives it a little kiss, making Jason even more confused. You start to put him in, Jason puts his hand on your head, petting it softly as he lets an string of praises. When he finally cums in your mouth you can taste his salty taste. He tells you to spit, but you cant let such amazing meal go to waste can you?

When he sees you swallowed something snapped in him. He gets on top of you, undressing and carressing your body. Kissing his way down to your pussy/ cock/ hole(?). You are going to orgasm that way at least twice, he looks like an starved man, and he is, starved for love YOUR love.

Once you are both ready to do the did he will ask for consent at least 5 times. He will ask if you are 100% sure. Of course you are, its fuking Jason Todd. As said before he is most defnetly blessed, those 11 inches didn’t joke at all. Hes gentle, hugging you close and giving your face a bunch of little kisses as he says he loves you. If you ask him to go rougher he might not be able to, his life is a battle field, everything in him is rough, but for you he wants to be gentle, in these four walls he wants to be delicate.

Once you are both done he will clean you both up, dont bother doing much he wants to take care of you, just as you cared for him, he loves you a lot, he tells you that as you both cuddle on his bed, he asks if you want to live with him for real, if you want to stay forever.

If you say Yes in some days a cute little ring will be in your hand.

Thanks for reading

[maybegays-blog]

Can u write sad Lady d angst i want to cry

Here you go 🙏🙏 Also I canT write angst to save my fucking life, sorry. I tried my best tho😢😢

Echoes Of Sacrifice

Warnings: Gore(?) Character death, murder, depressed Alcina.

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As Ethan Winters ascended the winding staircase of Castle Dimitrescu that led to a secluded tower, his heart pounded with a mixture of fear and determination.

He knew that somewhere within these ancient walls lay the key to ending the reign of the vampiric matriarch, The Dagger Of Death's Flowers. And he would stop at nothing to see his mission through to its bitter end.

Unbeknownst to Ethan, you trailed silently behind him, your own heart heavy with a sense of foreboding. Every step brought you closer to a confrontation that could shatter the fragile peace you had fought so hard to maintain. But you couldn't stand idly by and watch as Ethan plunged a dagger into your lady’s heart. Not when you knew the depth of her despair, the agony of her loss.

You pressed on, ascending the steps as the chill of the winter wind swept past you.

Your lady had warned you to stay back, but you couldn’t just stand by and watch that man kill your entire family.

Finally, the staircase came to an end, opening into a secluded tower bathed in the soft glow of moonlight. In the center of the room, a large coffin containing a decaying skeleton. Nestled within the skeleton’s arms, lay the dagger—the weapon capable of ending Alcina Dimitrescu's immortal reign.

But before Ethan could make his move, you stepped forward, your voice trembling with resolve. "Ethan, please," you pleaded, your words a desperate plea for reason. "This isn't the way. We can find another way to end this."

But Ethan's eyes burned with determination as he reached for the dagger, his fingers closing around its hilt with a fierce intensity. "I can't let her hurt anyone else," he growled, his voice laced with a steely resolve.

With a surge of adrenaline, you lunged forward, your hands grappling with Ethan's in a desperate struggle for control. The dagger glinted ominously in the moonlight as the two of you fought for possession, each movement a flurry of desperation and determination.

But despite your best efforts, Ethan's strength proved too great, and with a swift motion, he wrenched the dagger free from your grasp. Time seemed to stand still as the blade gleamed in the moonlight, its deadly edge poised to strike.

As Ethan gripped the dagger tightly in his hand, his eyes blazed with determination as. "You're standing in the way, of me and my daughter!" he spat, his voice thick with anger and resolve.

However, you refused to back down, your own voice trembling with emotion as you pleaded with him.

"Ethan, please," you begged once more, the desperation evident in your tone.

Ethan's gaze hardened as he raised the dagger, the moonlight casting eerie shadows across his face. "I can't take any risks," he growled, his grip tightening on the weapon. "Not when my daughter's life is on the line."

"No!" you cried out, your voice a desperate plea as you lunged forward once more, your hands outstretched in a futile attempt to stop him. But it was too late.

With a sickening thud, the dagger found its mark, sinking deep into your chest with a cruel finality. Pain lanced through your body like a thousand fiery needles as you stumbled backwards, your vision swimming with darkness before you sunk to the ground with a loud cry.

Ethan didn't get any time to react as your fiancé stormed into the tower and saw you sitting on the floor, your form going limp, a primal roar of anguish tore from her throat. The man-thing quickly backed off as your lady rushed to your side, she dropped to her knees. She cradled you in her arms, tears welled in her eyes.

"I'm sorry," you managed weakly, your voice cracking with pain.

"No, my dear," Alcina whispered, her voice trembling with sorrow. "I should be the one apologizing. I have failed to protect you, my daughters, everything." Tears streamed down her cheeks, leaving trails of mascara in their wake.

You reached out with trembling fingers, desperate to brush away the tears cascading down your lady's cheeks, her sorrow etched into every line of her face.

"Don't cry, m-m'lady," you whispered, your voice barely a tremulous murmur, weighted with your own heartache.

Your touch was a fleeting caress against her skin, a feeble attempt to soothe the anguish that threatened to consume her. But in that moment, as you gazed into her tear-filled eyes, you knew that your words were not enough to ease the pain that gnawed at her soul.

As she felt your breathing grow faint, panic surged through her.

"No, Y/n!" she cried out, desperation lacing her voice. "Stay with me. We can be together, marry, have children! Please."

Her voice rose, desperation lacing every syllable, as she pleaded with you to hear her final words, her heart breaking with each passing moment as your life slipped away from her grasp.

“I-“

As you attempted to respond to your lady's desperate pleas as best you could, a painful, bloody cough erupted from your lips, and you quickly covered your mouth with your elbow, earning more tears from your lady as she watched helplessly.

You yearned desperately for the chance to live another day, if only to be by her side for a little longer.

"I'm sorry, I'm s-so sorry, 'Cina," you murmured, your voice fading away.

Your eyelids grew heavy, but you fought desperately against the urge to succumb to sleep, clinging to consciousness for her sake.

“I-I can’t…” You weakly held her hand.

But despite your best efforts, you could no longer hold on.

"I l-love you," you breathed out one last time, the words barely a whisper as darkness enveloped you.

As you went fully limp in her arms, your lady’s heart shattered into a million irreparable pieces. Tears streamed down her cheeks, her sobs echoing through the tower as she held you close, her grip tightening as if trying to hold onto you forever.

Meanwhile, he stood by, a silent witness to the tragedy he had brought upon you all.

But as her teary eyes shifted to the figure of Ethan Winters, her eyes narrowed with a fierce resolve. She gently set your down before, with a single, fluid motion, she rose to her feet, her elegant form now radiating with a deadly grace.

"You will pay for this," she growled, her voice low and menacing as she advanced towards Ethan. Alcina's rage burned like a wildfire, driving her onwards with a relentless fury.

With a primal snarl, she lunged forward, her nails elongating into razor-sharp claws as she seized Ethan by the throat. Her other gloved hand wrapped around his neck as the scent of blood filled the air. She tightened her grip, her eyes blazing with a feral intensity.

"You thought you could defeat me?" she hissed, her voice dripping with contempt. "You thought you could take everything from me and walk away unscathed?"

Ethan, fueled by desperation and the relentless drive to protect his daughter, fought back with a ferocity born of desperation. With a surge of strength, he desperately tried to stab your fiancé with the dagger.

Yet, as the dagger pierced her flesh, it proved futile. Her skin swiftly regenerated, just as it had before, within mere seconds.

The last Dimitrescu's eyes widened in shock, her expression shifting into a mask of fury, a silent condemnation of the consequences wrought by Ethan's actions.

In that instant, a surge of realization swept through Ethan: the poison on the dagger had rubbed off onto you when he struck you.

Barely giving him time to process the gravity of his actions, with a swift motion, she tore open Ethan's chest, her fingers sinking into the soft flesh with a sickening squelch.

As Ethan's eyes widened in shock and disbelief, he gasped out, "Stop... please..."

She paid no heed to his pleas, her grip unyielding as she ripped his still-beating heart from his chest with a savage snarl. Blood sprayed across the tower, painting the walls in a macabre tapestry of crimson as Ethan's lifeless form crumpled to the ground.

With a triumphant light in her eyes, Alcina held Ethan's heart aloft, her eyes ablaze with a fierce satisfaction. "No one," she declared, her voice echoing through the chamber like a thunderclap, "no one will ever take my beloved from me again."

And as the echoes of her words faded into the silence, she turned her gaze to you, her heart heavy with sorrow.

He had already taken you, he had taken your life.

For though you were gone, your memory would live on within her, a beacon of light in a world consumed by darkness. Your lady could only sit beside your lifeless body, her heart breaking as she clung to your side, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Oh, my sweet girl, why did you do this?" she whispered, her voice choked with sorrow and disbelief.

The days that followed were a bleak procession of solitude and sorrow for your fiancé. The once-grand halls of Castle Dimitrescu echoed with emptiness, each footstep a haunting reminder of the absence that weighed heavily on her heart.

Alcina retreated into the depths of her chambers, the shadows embracing her like old friends as she mourned the loss of you and her beloved daughters. The air grew heavy with the weight of her grief, each breath a struggle against the suffocating darkness that threatened to consume her as the maids watched their mistress slowly lose herself.

The grandeur of her surroundings felt hollow and meaningless, a cruel mockery of the life that had once thrived within these walls. The portraits of her daughters gazed down at her with empty eyes, their faces frozen in eternal beauty—a painful reminder of all that had been lost.

But it was the silence that was the most unbearable—the absence of your laughter, your voice, your presence. Each moment stretched out into eternity, each heartbeat a relentless march towards an uncertain future without you by her side.

In the depths of her despair, the dragoness found herself grappling with emotions she had long buried beneath a facade of strength and stoicism. She questioned her worth as a mother, as a ruler, as a woman burdened with the weight of centuries of loneliness and longing.

With each passing day, she vowed to honor your memory, to carry you with her always.

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Masterlist

[factual-fantasy]

23 ASKS! THANK YOU! :DD 🐟

@timestorm04

1: Captain Barnacles! :DD

2: One of the reasons why I redrew them suddenly was because I was thinking of re-writing my Octonauts Sea dwellers AU :0 But I'm going back on that now tbh.. :///

They didn't figure it out and they did end up booking it. I mean,, can you really blame them?

We know Papyrus, and all of us would absolutely give him the benefit of the doubt and assume he was innocent. But Seam and Jevil don't know the Papyrus we know.

All Seam sees is an absolute mountain of bodies and an state of utter decay all around him.. with suspiciously the last man standing being a very clearly mentally unstable skeleton.. would you assume he was innocent?

Add onto that all the stress Seam was under, how unstable he was as well. Seam couldn't see the situation any other way and he was not taking any chances.

AAA THANK YOU!! IM SO GLAD TO HEAR THAT YOU LIKE THEM!! :DDDD

@foxythefox711

I don't watch Adventure time currently and I don't know all the nitty gritty of the shows lore.. but my favorite characters from what I've seen is Simon! With Jake as a close second. :} Also Prismo is 3rd I think-

f...fank youu!!

(Also the protons joke got a laugh outa me XDD )

:DD Thank you so much! I'm glad you like how I draw them!! :}}

@couchwow

oh ok

Wait are the characters from the game actually baked in an oven to be "born"?? I didn't know that--

@taizarack

:DD I'm glad you like them! And although I don't have either game, I hope to learn a little more about the games lore :0

@chickenheadguy (Link in question)

Oh! Thank you! Lemme just take a look an--

170 VIDEOS??

GORL THEY WEREN'T LYING THOSE COOKIES GOT LORE-

(Also thank you for the compliments and the link! :DD )

@luna-purple454

NO HE DOESN'T GET KILLED-- Seam and Jevil just jump to another AU as soon as Jevil had the strength to. Leaving Papyrus behind in the process..

(Also thank you!! :DD )

@torriderrelic44

I don't have any plans to draw any art like that, no.. sorry! <:/

YES. YES IT DOES. But its not the people who go "ohmygosh I LOVE this (AU/thing) you made! Its wonderful! Do you have any plans to continue it someday.? If not that's ok! Just wondering!" Those guys are fine and I take it as a compliment actually!

Its the people who say things like "When are you gonna finish this" "Why did you stop drawing this" "How long until you draw this again" "I don't like what you're drawing, now go back to this it was better" comments like THOSE, suck. And its always about the same comics/subjects that I stopped drawing months ago. Looking at you Octonauts crab comic

As for my AUs, its not too hard for me to remember all of them. I never have more than 5-6 per fandom. I can usually list them off by memory! :0

Tbh the animatronics would probably just register that as a mess/hazard and would notify an employee about the issue. In which the employee would dispatch a mop bot to go clean it up. I imagine it unfortunately happens often enough that the bots aren't really fazed. Kids amirite-

I have drawn her at least twice from recent memory! Once in this horror post, and she makes an appearance in part 1 of my FNAF AU recap/repair! :00

The reason why I rarely draw her is becuase of the plans I have for her in my AU. She is meant to be very mysterious and I want the changes I made to her in my re-write to be a surprise-

Also thank you! I'm glad you like my cookie run creatures! :}}}

WAAAA THAK YOU SO MUCH!!!😭😭💖😭

I'm not sure actually.. idk if the characters from the games are aware that they are "cookies" in the sense that they are meant to be eaten- So I'm not sure how my characters would react either-

Its related to the names of the drivers, I cant share anything else! :x

@mumble-jumble-gallery (Post in question)

Magic candy..? Huh- well I'm glad it isn't world shattering at least-- <XDD

@ravenslog

THANK YIU!! :DDD

:DD Thank you so much! I'll be sure to draw them again sometime XD

@beryl-shade

Sorry for the late reply! This ask got buried-

If you look to this post for reference, I was thinking that Fredbear would be as tall as Bonnie. Maybe a little taller.? And Spring Bonnie would be about as tall as Foxy :00

[satoruzlove]

dilf atsumu..😔

- tsum is about 37, reader is 21, mildly suggestive , rly fluffy, tsum has a little son, divorce, cuddles and touching

dilf atsumu who has the sweetest smile lines , from a smile he used to charm every lady in the neighborhood

dilf atsumu who’s a real natural with kids, always kneeling down to any little one he sees and greeting them with a ‘hey there, kiddo’ or, ‘nice to meet you, baby. i’m mr miya.’

dilf atsumu who wishes his ex wife all the best when she decides to split , and needs a hand with his kiddo. that’s where you, his adorable babysitter, come in

you’re a college student and he’s friends with someone who knows you- you were just looking for a little side hustle. atsumu and his baby boy were a perfect fit!!

dilf atsumu who welcomes you so warmly on the first day, hugging you even, large hands rubbing up your back and introducing you to his son; a carbon copy of himself.

dilf atsumu who’s heart swells when he sees how much the little one loves you, and sometimes joins your little play dates together.

dilf atsumu who asks you to stay the night when it’s storming, leaving you to the guest room. when you can’t sleep you toddle downstairs and curl up to a movie

the athlete spots you and joins you, how couldn’t he? his darling babysitter , who does so much for him and his baby, all alone? not on his keen, sharp watch.

he nearly sits down with you, not before grabbing a bottle of wine and two glasses. his lean thighs are spread wide as he pours for you first.

the night goes on and the movie is long forgotten between giggles and slurs of the tongue - your boss’s eyes blown by the amount of alcohol you’ve consumed. more than half the bottle was gone. poof. atsumu was having the time of his life with you.

his cheek propped on his fist, wine glass in the other hand, he giggled as you tried to narrate your first day on campus. the day you fell into the pond, were almost late to a very important class and nearly got set alight. the man let out a bark of laughter when you hicced helplessly.

big, calloused palms rest on your cheeks as he sets his now empty glass down. “ c’mon, lover,” he mumbles, “‘s late for you to be up, no? let me get you to bed, you sadly have class tomorrow,” atsumu said, hoisting you up. your weight felt comforting against him, but not enough for you to walk stably up the winding stairs of his gorgeous home.

he picks you up, your legs firmly around his little waist. you giggle, hands small wound on his neck. your nimble thumbs rubbing on the skin, you slur, “ s- hic- sumu, i can walk,” and it earns a shake of his head. “ you cant even talk, and i got you drunk. let me take care of you for once,alright?”

even as he climbs the stairs with you in hand he doesn’t falter. you’re lighter than a feather. as he reaches the guest room you feel sad, a pout on your lips when he tries to set you down. you resist, hands balling up in his cotton black tee and doe eyes gleaming up at him. he pauses. never has he taken the time , nor had it, to look into your eyes. soft, affectionate, maternal. all things he’s seen in you. the faux blond smoothes your hair and coos to you like he would his own child. “‘m gonna put you to sleep, ‘kay? that’s all. nothing else.” he says. you know he’s only trying to convince himself at this point as he climbs into the little bed with you, face so close to yours. your head rests on his chest, the same adorning eyes looking up at him. his own honey- glazed gaze is hooded with love, desire even.

everything stops for a moment. the way your lips are stained a deep red from the wine and are parted is like the ancient latin scrawled across decayed paper, tucked into a tomb and sacred. his only mantra and the thing that leads his every movement. your eyelashes flutter, hands propping up your weight- and you do everything for your boss. you kiss him softly first, a mesh of little pecks. atsumu feels blood rush to his head as his hands knead at the bone of your hip, thumbs stroking your thigh.

his skin burns, it’s hot to the touch. there’s a firey dance of nervousness under it, buzzing and bubbling that fuels his movement. his hands snake under your shirt , now squeezing your waist. he feels dizzy when you pull away, a little saliva connecting you. keeping you together. the sight makes him ache, yearn for you more.

a drunken giggle leaves you,“ thought you were putting me to sleep, mr miya?”

“maybe..” he trails off, his palms guiding you by the back of your head so your lips are centimetres away from his,

“ maybe another way, little one.”

[trickstarbrave]

i have other crazy theories i cant post on reddit bc ppl are too stupid and mean over there

one of them is i think dagoth ur is an anuic being. ive heard some people say he should be lorkhanic but no he isnt related to change all that much nor does he have a lot of lorkhan traits. instead he has draconic (by this i mean, related to dragons and the time god) traits.

he wishes to return to the past. to make everything as it once was, but also in his image, and by any means necessary. corprus decays the victim and transforms them, but it does so through corruption he cannot recognize and by absorbing them into his collective consciousness kinda deal. but also corprus stops aging. his plague is one that keeps the victims in stasis and as extensions of his own will.

also what form does the daedric prince of pestilence take? a dragon. we dont have anything concrete connecting peryite to akatosh but its very telling he has remained a dragon throughout all the games.

also akatosh has been described as having been driven mad and broken over and over. he is unstable in how he always tries to remain in control and always attempts to keep order in a world filled with chaos. many of the games paint him as ultimately a force of good above all else, but if he had goals that did not align with the mortals he by and large favors, im certain he would work similarly to dagoth ur. unable to be reasoned with, refusing to cease, unrelenting, domineering. we see it in his eldest child, alduin, who believes he deserves to rule the world just how dragons do. and miraak i know is like, an expy of dagoth ur with the masks and dreams and weird chanting that sounds like sharmat shit but miraak is a dragonborn and thus also has a lot of draconic motivations.

[pixiecaps]

what do you think qroier is doing.. like he's just a rat and he's been like this for months now

what is he doing to pass the time? do you think he's tried find a way to turn himself back? where the fuck is he currently? is he on quesadilla island? is he at new or old spawn? is he lost out of his mind in some unknown place? is anyone keeping track of his location??

i miss qroier sooooooo bad pls come home im losing my fucking mind

well theres a lot of possibilities. ive reached the point where i believe rat roier was qroier hallucinating on drugs visualizing himself as a rat kinda on a metaphorical level of how he felt and was treated so i dont think he’s actually a rat

BUT HE COULD BE IDFK

either way he might still be unconscious. i imagine hes in a comatose state as the procedure was extremely dangerous and he was THE FIRST ONE to have that tested on him and we know it could be fatal so i wouldnt be surprised if he hasn’t exactly woken up. i doubt theyre taking any measures to take care of him while he’s comatose as well.

if he has woken up i imagine he’s heavily drugged on whatever the federation used to kidnap him. maybe back in the dungeon being starved for days with the occasional food once a week. i imagine any type of company is scarce. hes probably kept in the dark somewhere where he cant tell if its night or day and he cant see whoever brings him his food. cucurucho checks up on him rarely and its just to observe and perhaps even taunt him. remind him that hes never going to be found and all those he loves wont come to save him. they probably manhandled him and knocked him down again to drag him to the new spawn area. i doubt theyd give him the mercy of being abandoned and left to die. theyd rather watch him decay.

i think he’d be lucky if he’s unconscious still.

[arawsuu]

I've only heard a lil about y'all's Dredge characters and I am BEGGING to hear more about yours. I was GLUED to that game when it came out

Dredge!Araw is but a simple fisherman.

Everything starts out fine, but things slither on the ship, you know? Hard pests to always beware of, and whats a man to do when hes hungry and all his fish keep whispering to him?

Based off the Decaying Blackmouth aberration, he's slowly just rotting. It starts with his fingers, makes them black and has his finger nails splitting. He cant really feel it, so he doesn't care. Thinks he must have just stuck his hands into squid ink and hes not getting enough fruit in his diet or smthn. The fish taste better by the day. He's sun burnt to the extent of someone who absolutely needs to go inside for once, so when his skin starts peeling, starts feeling more like fish scales, slowly taking over his limbs and back, he guesses he'll stop by town and get a salve and sunscreen if they have it. It always seems to slip his mind...

[blood-injections]

please oh great one, regail us with your tales of funsandman deadness levels

Yeeahheyaheyah. So Ghoul, good ol' Frakenstein's monster case, at least in that au but like in general hes just like.. i don't even know how to describe it. He's just, well, a Ghoul. Like half the time his heart isn't beating he cant control when it does hes not Dead on account of everything (for the most part) functioning normally aside from his heart and like. Being really cold. Hes not dead or half dead or undead hes just.. a little fucked up. 💀 Hes been exposed to so much radiation hes like become one with it, with the decay and mutation. It Should've killed him, absolutely, but somehow it just. Didn't. And so here he is. Radiation creature undeadish mutated killjoy. He doesn't have any special powers or anything aside from like. Having met the witch once or twice. Maybe he can see ghosts or something because hes walking that line between life and death. I think the witch absolutely hates him because shes like man youre half in my realm but youre too alive for me to take your soul get the fuck outta here. Also i think he can go like a couple weeks without eating or drinking but he does still need to eventually or he gets really weak. Also hes actually yet to discover anything that Can actually kill him for good. Like because dies he technially die every time his heart doesnt beat? Or does it not count since hes still up and about. But yeah as far as he can tell he cant die, like hes been stabbed and shot and in situations where he should've bled out but he lived, even when he lost like a concerning amount of blood, the amount to where a normal person wouldve passed out or died, but he was fine. Hes been caught in explosions, probably a few other things. But nothing works.

Mr Sandman is in a similar boat of half undeadishness but where Ghouls just.. Ghoul. And is Like That cause of radiation and desert things. The usual. Sandmans more of a literal supernatural creature. Like he's just a revenant Benze brought him back from the dead once no biggie. But now he just Keeps coming back. On his own. Hes something Else now. Im playing with a few things for him ones like. Hes possessed by something or like harbors something within him, and its like the soul of the city itself? Or like Destroya or something. Or well not posessed like hes still himself but hes like.. an avatar of this thing. Its his saint and it grants him, well i guess its technically immortality since he keeps coming back. And probably some other wacky little powers.

Another idea i have for his undeadness is yknow classic vampire. Of course. But i could also throw a spin on it with him being an energy vampire as in life force, he feeds of the life force of those around him instead of blood. And i could also take it a step Furthur and its a soul stealing situation and hes going around the city stealing souls to feed on or do something else with. He probably has weird powers like superhuman speed and strength and hes like one woth the shadows, like literally you see this guy and swear he teleports from shadowed corner to corner, he just melts into the darkness. Also maybe he has telepathy or something like it, like he thinks he just so close to his friends theyre such great freinds that he just Understand them but it turns out hes literally reading their minds. But turns out they Are such great friends because he has to be really close to someone for their mental barriers to come down for him. So the only reason he can read their minds is literally because they let him. I'm not emotional about this at all(*through tears* theyre best friends your honor). Anyway he also has some like Jedi mind judo where he cant read anyone elses minds, but he can sorta hypnotize them and influence them to say or do or think something.

Soo yeah. Sandman and Ghoul. Besties in being strange and offputting. You stab one in the heart and he looks down at your knife and goes "that was rude." He pulls it out and boasts about adding it to his collection while just spurting blood all over the fucking place, but hes not being affected by it in the slightest. He shoots you and walks off still bleeding everywhere like its just another Wednesday. It is. You stab the other one in the heart and he DOES die, he is most certainly deceased. So you leave the crime scene but five minutes later you see him again, and there isn't a scratch on him and he is undoubtedly, most certaintly Not Dead somehow. He smiles and his teeth are a little too sharp to be normal and also hes marching towards you with a spiked baseball bat.

[whosthere54]

This is just going to be incoherent screaming about the CMVs but I tried to organize it at least a little <3

MISERY FELL -

“This town without love to much faith in above”

They believed so much in the gods and then the gods hurt them in so many ways- they had too much faith in them and then they made a deal with Enderian.

“All the stars in the sky just enjoying their time, with a hope for peace.”

Idk I think it’s just neat.

ENEMY -

Fable - “look out for yourself” and I now think that that’s more him watching over Icarus than anything else but that’s just me-

BROTHER -

The parallels in the brother CMV of when Rae reached out to Icarus to help them up, vs when Icarus reached to help Rae.

TURN THE LIGHTS OFF -

“Don’t you like it, I know I do. How about you, what do we know.”

Quixis being on “All good devils masquerade under the light” could have two meanings but I believe it’s them talking about fable.

STARMAN -

The way the first time Icarus is met with Haley’s grave they run, they don’t want to believe it. So they can’t. The next time they find it they stop a moment at the headstone, taking the flowers in their hands and sinking down to sit next to the grave. A moment of remembrance, and a sign of their acceptance. AND IN THE END WITH HALEY WATCHING OVER ICARUS AS THEY WORK, WITH A HAND ON THEIR SHOULDER I-

GOLD -

Quixis being on the “I’m dying to feel again” AND THEN TUNRNING AROUND AND WE SEE THAG THEY ARE PHYSICALLY DECAYING (atleast how I describe it I guess) THEY EYES AND THEIR FINGERS-

Also specifically that it’s gold and then there’s auras and the gold eye and fable isn’t gold anymore and I simply think about it but I don’t have a coherent thought yet-

CANT STAND THE RAIN -

“Love, no such thing as love.” At the beginning DOES MATCH UP TO ICARUS PACING I WAS RIGHT and also “all love letters fade away in the rain”

Then it’s on “All lovers remain”

“around until the rain” is Centross. Which I- they’re best friends you’re honor

It’s always Icarus shown on “No such thing as love” and also I want to point out that in the order they are always last and I think that’s neat.

“No one left for me to straighten up the place for. Nothing left to do, but cry.” They completely believe they are alone, they wrote the book at this point l. The one that just repeated YOU ARE ALONE a few times on the second page. Just no one left for me to straighten up the place for - they don’t even try to say anything about the “Whack” in the prison, I don’t remember how much they even wrote down. I think they had given up on it at that point.

Also it stays until after “no such thing as love” They loved Momboo, they did, and at this point they had been convinced that she didn’t love them anymore. She chose everyone else over them, and Rae was the one that got her involved. Icarus needed people to blame, and Momboo ended up being one of them. Love didn’t exist in their corrupted mind, nobody could love them as they were.

THE ONCE A FAILURE SCENE AHHG/VVVPOS

They don’t believe in their friendship they had with Centross at this point. They know what he thinks of them, yet they still went to him throughout their corruption. Some piece of them still trusted him, and still tried to seek out his approval or validation. This could have just been because he could speak with Enderian, but I’d like to think it was because in their mind he was still once their best friend.

Also the little Icarus scene on “drip drop drive me insane” is one of my favorites. I really couldn’t tell you why.

GAHG THE REAVER SCENE I COULDN’T TELL YOU THE WAY I SCREAMED WHEN I FIRST WATCHED IT-

Centross putting the TNT in the tree at

“No such thing as love” now is so very cool

_-_-_

I love how watching over these and especially the season trailers there were so many lyrics lined up with specific characters that all make sense now I went feral a little bit-

ALSO I CANT FIGURE OUT WHAT SPECIFICALLY I WAS THINKING OF BEFORE AND ITS ANNOYING ME BUT HERE YOU GO-

[redswaberkez]

OKAY p1 doe and p1 fam hcs in general cuz im in a postal irritated mood and wanna liquid out my brains 💥💥💥 longread under the cut

- doe is 100% goth, dude is grungepunk industrial and redux is death metal (like nottem ehe)

- doe and dude are twins, doe is the older one in their duo. the difference in their and redux's age is HUUGE. Doe can supress dude's powers with her Older Twin energy. They have fights reaaally often in order to find out who is older one but they both know the truth. Just give them a reason and they will start a fight. dude is physically stronger ofc. But she supresses him morally HA. some time after the fights they braid each other's hair.

- redux cut his hair bc "NAAAWRR IM NOT LIKE THEM IM DIFFERENT" (all three of them are exactly the same but they wont admit it)

- redux is the main chaotic gremlin imp. i dont think that he uses his brains a lot. HE JUST ACTS. Doe and dude are more flat affected compared to redux and have more life experiences SO THERE IS NOTHING TO SMILE ABOUT ANYMORE. Also their foile a deux is horrordous and easily spreaded among them

- redux is an interned kid. He also loves to hang out with BD and Alt, to watch anime with them. his favorite part is when alt and bd start arguing on anime and fight until death. Dude with doe cant understand shit in redux's internet slang. The twins dont really like the internet or any ray-tech or smart bc They Are Spying. U kno.

- "do u remember when we used to be lil shits like redux?" "No." "Neither do i." (They were lil shits 5 mins ago)

- despite all in-family-fightings they will kill for each other. Pack of hyenas actually. Only god might help to the one who upset one of them. One of them takes care when another is struggling (decays morally aha) for whatever)) reason.

- their siblings bond is very strong. They can fully rely on each other. Yeah, redux doesn't look like someone who will do the job right or do it at all, but in fact, he is willing to do anything for his brother and sister. And they will do the same for him. Just dont ask what methods they used to achieve their goals

- they can communicate exclusively in vocal stims and erratives and understand each other perfectly

- redux steals doe's merch/oversized tshirts and doe steals dude's clothes. All of it. dude can't afford this entertainment because doe's and redux's clothes are too small for him.

- Doe once dyed her hair in black and helped redux to dye his hair in bright red. and who allowed them to test the hair dyes before use? Duuuude

- these anemic creatures loves to consume meat by-products such as liver or heart. Also it keeps the earth less hungry.

[terminationofdesires]

"What the fuck." Rex mutters to himself as he takes stock of the damage around him. The Office he has just entered lay in ruins, debris and wreckage everywhere. It doesn't look like this was an accident or even a natural decay, no it looked like it was done out of malice. Or - more likely - frustration.

He couldn't help it, he's intrigued and chooses to walk onwards instead of turning back, wondering if he'll come across any dead bodies or even better, discarded weapons he can add to his collection.

The office is clearly trying to fix itself via self-healing code, but it cant, its been broken from the core, only way to fix the mess is a reset, but that doesnt seem to be happening soon. There's proper traces of blood around, and splatters of some sort of gold liquid. There's pieces of broken weaponry, but nothing complete.

In the walls, stabbed into them, are purple shards of blades, with traces of purple electricity left around them. On the floor are pieces of glass clearly used as weaponry, some makeshift trap pieces, and more broken blades from more miscellaneous knives. Its deadly quiet, more than it usually is in the offices, no narrator, no white noise, no character hanging out.

That is, until a loud bang, like someone kicking down a door, echoes through the halls. Huffing, loud, unsteady breathing, paired with steps from someone with a slight limp, slowly get louder and closer.

Turning the corner, a Stanley appears, dressed like the average Stanley, but his hair's all messed up, and so is his face. Piercings made by self using a stapler and office supplies hang from his ears, a pair of dogtags rest on his chest, and a fingerless glove occupies the space in his right hand.

He's looking down, bleeding from the nose, using the walls for support in order to hold two knives in his hands. One is a kitchen knife, plain and simple, the other is an elaborate carved knife with patterns on its blade, both have slight golden shines in odd patches. He freezes in place once he sees Rex wandering.

The Stanley raises one of his knives, his breathing still heavy, brown eyes looking in a tired, but defensive manner at Rex.

[1tsjusty0u]

I need to ask questions before i forget

ok so: ofc i could not forget this question. what does link think of sheikah tech

also impressions/interactions with purah and robbie Perhaps

AH!! honestly i dont think he really thinks much about it unless he needs it (ex robbie stuff), or zelda/purah/robbie/even impa mention things about it (like snippets of how it works or the history of it). usually the only thing that matters is “dangerous = avoid” or “helpful = get”. the only exception to this being the shrine of resurrection, which at first he didnt question at all, but once he learned of What It Was, then he was like “OH. oh i Dont like that”. the few times hes gone back in there he’ll sometimes just. sit in there. and try to discern more about it (and also more about his past self by proxy, despite not really being awake when he was put into it). the divine beasts creep him severely out at first, Especially vah naboris at first. it just walks so unnaturally…. and it walks in circles and gets closer to the mountains but then it turns away. however after he frees the champions he just. sits by them. once again either just to have a Moment or to talk to the champions. i really like this idea because it both means link can share food with them and also it can get more character revelations (maybe mipha can finally talk to sidon and her dad. WHICH BY THE WAY ITS SO SAD YUNOBO SAW DARUK BUT SIDON DIDNT SEE MIPHA. like im sure mipha did that on purpose as well as daruk but D: ). the guardians probably scared him really badly at first, and hed avoid them at all costs. i think the only time he found out you could fight them And Win would be if/when he got the guardian sheild from cherry, where it autoblocks their beams. thats how he learned he could parry them and now fighting them is Tense but also pretty easy. he doesnt like the flying ones he cant parry them. he just uses ancient arrows on them or avoids them. speaking of when doing miphas guardian fight its kind of the first time he realizes that the guardians Werent Meant to do all of this. the ones mipha fought were Designed to fight, and you could tell as they glowed orange not pink. doing the kakariko shrine also cemented this and i think he would miss that specific guardian (i dont know if it respawns on blood moons. i know the strength trial ones do but this one might not). i think he would like cores though just on the account of being rare and looking very cool. he also uses guardian weapons sometimes both on the basis of being cool and being respawnable weapons (shrine strength trials and all that jazz). speaking of the shrines he either loves them (shrines that require outside challenges like the skull lake one) or does Not like them (ones that can kill him like the spike balloon one). he saved some shrines for zelda to do (including the one in the memory, half out of spite and half out of she Did want to see. she might actually use this to get better at defending herself if it comes to that (and also studying how the guardians move and their attacks. once defeating it taking its parts and deconstructing it). this also does put into question how im making death work here (i like to think that save reloads or those little link falling off . animations? cutscenes? are like previews of what happens and then he just comes back to himself. they do Actually happen and he can Feel It but he always ends up in the position he was just before he did that (like getting off the ground after those cutscenes). those are jarring for him and he doesnt like the feeling.

i think how he sees ganon by proxy would also be interesting. ganon uses sheikah tech a Lot (the blights and his own mini shrine of resurrection). hed probably think the blights are just kind of. proxies of the divine beasts? like not questioning it at all because the aesthetic fits and all that jazz. but once he got to the castle he Would question ganons own SoR thing (and the decayed guardian attached to it). and also ganons form before he turns into the dark beast would be. Very Weird to him. he wouldnt ask zelda but hed ask impa or purah how thatd work or how he can do that and they go “he can do fucking What?”.

impressions of purah and robbie pre cal are: pretty cool but doesnt know well, and cool and weirdly nice. robbie would slightly scare him until he works with him more, and purah wouldnt scare him but hed be awkward around her as if they worked together itd probably be in silence, unless something would happen in which case link would have no idea whats happening so he’d just. go with it. minor deadpan “yay!” or “ah sorry”s. i like to think that at some point he’d have to scavenge guardian parts for purah as a debt for something (if she built the hateno lab pre cal and he told his sister about it i think purah and aryll would meet, but also purah would not want strangers really knowing about all of this. though it does bring into question how the lab would be “hidden” in the first place? post cal has the excuse of its been 100 years and people forgor but pre cal the ancient tech is super relevant. i imagine purah would simply lie to the kids to spread rumors and keep people out. but also in creating a champion and robbies diary its mentioned that the labs were built After the calamity so. shrugs. on one hand im keeping it because it gives me an excuse to have the champions visit hateno, but yeah. was the hateno lab also a lighthouse before…?). purah and link would make a slightly distant but friendly duo. its like purah would lead it but is also more self conscious at the time so if link questions something she would have trouble answering (especially if its about herself ((ex. isat loop reacting to siffrin telling them that theyre awkward and taking it personally). however getting guardian parts between the two of them would be easy and also scarily effective. neither of them care about dirt or grime and parts collecting is fun for link and simply looking inside guardians both decayed and not is fun for both of them. and once link knows How to take apart guardians/search for parts without damaging anything else hed be extremely meticulous about it. what i mean by that is that hed get extra things he didnt have to and sort it out depending on the factors. this is great for purah, because it means more data on how some parts were damaged to begin with and how she can restore them. other than that though i dont think theyd work much together. theyre just in their own little corners + purah is more friends with zelda than link. unless he collected parts for her however they would less “work together” and more “ah item collection time” and mailing it to her/just. handing it in. however robbie and link would be less distant but still in their own little corners. its the prime example of . sorry i just violently remembered pansexual introvert asexual extrovert show while typing i need a better explanation for this. guy who is the most energetic person you will ever meet vs guy who is the chillest person you will ever meet. actually while typing this i was about to say robbie would drag him into things and while thats Probably true for like. small experiments i think if link was already there purah would drag him into more dangerous ones (unless link explicitly stated he didnt want to). she Did do the anti aging rune while robbie just sat there. basically robbie would initiate a partnership and purah would deepen it through increasingly mad scientist experiments. though i think she’d test the waters in how far she could actually go with it if that makes sense. i mentioned the self consciousness but from aocs cutscenes she seems more nervous in general but that could be me. but yeah she would hesitate. and also test certain ones on herself with proper safety. robbie would basically just make link bring certain items over (“pass the wrench” type of deal) and really just talk to him. also getting distracted in the middle of talking when something Happens but talking when he can. in the senario of link collecting parts i think hed go to robbie to restore some rusted over parts because he really doesnt know who else could do that. and also robbie would know purah so itd probably be cool. and yeah things go well

long paragraph. but!! yeah they could theoretically be friends they just arent into the same things. hypothetical tumblr mutuals. otherwise theyre nice to each other and would play board games

post cal!!! suspicious until he learnt she was the actual director. then he thought she was a fun person but mostly focused on fixing the runes at the time and memory collection. he was also slightly miffed about the having to bring parts but he couldnt complain because well. Yeah Fair Enough. he likes snapping with her and would probably ask about divine beasts the most with her. at some points he both asks about the little divine beast on the ceiling. otherwise i think hed like to hang out with her he just doesnt a lot, as theres nothing really to update on with the shekiah tech or anything. he might? tell her about the forgotten temple considering the sheer amount of guardians there but i think hed have. Weird feelings about that place in general

robbie!! old cronk. he lights up the furnace first so he doesnt come to an empty lighthouse before. hes still nice and his weapons are Very Useful however he laments the rupees leaving his pocket. he does read his diary and actually feels kinda bad for robbie and purah + the tech in general. like no one knew that was going to happen and they Still felt guilty. would probably ask robbie about the lomei laybrinth guardians but also doesnt visit him a lot. he Would play uno with him though. other things: hed use both of their telescopes, ask for recipes and when he stops by he’ll make food for each of them, keeps bringing new glasses or hats for the frog statues (or makes more tiny statues), ask purah more things (can i build a mini divine beast too. whats up with the cores. how do the divine beasts work. ..do you think the champions could still be alright in there. and she can only really say that well. she really doesnt know. its possible ((but its a slim possibility))). he also goes to them for slate fixings! purah would, on one hand, want to try out wind bombing so bad, but also it looks So Dangerous. robbie would also love it and keep making bomb designs to help wind bombing (of which they explode in his face.) purah would probably just make a seperate rune for it entirely (and also make it Not hurt).

this is not part of the ask but if totk was canon he would miss everything so badly. the divine beasts would hit like a fucking Truck man. and nobody mentions it!!!!! not even purah!!! he doesnt bring it up either but it still hurts. miphas statue being moved and not realizing where it is at first hurts Even More. he feels a bit betrayed by that. he even misses the guardians. not one exists. the only one being on purahs lab. he’d go back to the castle just to find Anything on the sheikah tech. his friends are gone and barely anything remains. he’d search robbies old lab. he’d search Everywhere for them. he might even ask some constructs if theyve seen more tech like the ancient arrow tips. he cant even wind bomb he has to Build a machine that goes Slower like a Pleb . sorry just the ludonarrative dissonance in totk. the shrine of resurrection being gone would hurt so so So badly. its like none of it even happened. he never got hurt his friends never existed any memories he had didnt exist any pain or happiness never existed. once he saved zelda he would either go insane or go to robbie and ask to make a sheikah device. or ask where everything is. i think even robbie and purah would be surprised at the SoR being gone and thatd only make the feelings of hurt worse. majoras mask but termina is a mirror world of hyrule and instead of helping link cope through greif it makes everything worse on socmany levels.

[larrythefloridaman]

hey. thoughts on The End?

will wood's Memento Mori: The Most Important Thing In The World type motherfucker. he hunted winston overwatch for sport and for that I have to respect him. this being said this guy would've done numbers in 2012 tumblr sexyman culture

its fitting in a karmic, Frankenstein-y sort of way that prism went down fighting a monster of her own creation, a manifestation of the fear and entropy and disillusion that made her become a monster that reflects her own cheery detached evil back at her, even if she went down triumphant over said fears, but at the same time its... sort of funny. she made up a guy to get mad at for the last time, and finally conquering her fear took the form of dragging them down with her to protect everything else. At once a lovely representation of how people can grow through exploring what they fear in fiction, and... kind of an ironic reprisal of the same sort of thing that put her in this position in the first place.

The End (of the story,) is, in fact, eventually, inevitable, as such i think its unlikely we've seen the last of him. And while he has an inconsiderate, detached perspective on what he does, endings arent necessarily a bad thing, and we cant forget hes Pretty New in the grand scheme of things. The grim reaper who has no appreciation for the lives it takes will be a cruel and lonely one who is not living well.

I think of the Lord of Snakes and its new Special Little Guy sort of in the same way i think of the necessity of predatory and decomposing forces in an ecosystem. Like wolves and mushrooms. That which ends may die, and its not pretty, and it may feel cruel to see a lion stalk and hunt a little gazelle, but it has to eat, and both their corpses will go on to feed other things, as things must be broken down by consumption and the natural process of decay. Nothing comes from nothing. The cycle is unbroken. it is just as natural for the animals to flee and fight this tooth and nail. There is, of course, unethical consumption grown out of control and also the unethical prolonging of living things, but consumption and decay and creation and preservation are in and of themself morally neutral things when removed from all other factors and context. To me, the End is only like that because he was born out of Prism's fear- and thus born interpreted into being as something hostile. Anyway.

Cobalt, thinking he's a god of life and death when he's really a god of balance: (had an ethics crisis over the nature of death and constructing a poorly thought through system resulting in countless deaths in and the ultimate destruction of an off-screen world due to cobalt being hypocritically unable to look death in the eye and make peace with its inherent and unfixable unfairness without abstracting it into something he cant be held fully responsible for)

The End, newborn god of finality, emerging fully formed knowing what they're about like aphrodite from the foam in a world doomed to die not long after its birth:

[re-ikrmso]

me despising fictional character “Steven Stroughton”[sic] from a mostly now open domain pokepasta to the point where i plan to trap him in his own decaying memories of his best/worst moments in his life because the original stories indicate that the ‘bad’ endings are canon and i also cant stand bad endings and a lot of things are so vauge and unknown that i’ve come up with enough headcanons to carry my alternate interpretation into a story

that guy is like openly malicious, its fun to see him regretful or have an AWESOME explanation for his creulty but i also really wanna make this guy suffer? agency of free will is so important

(says me as i write a version of steven that strays from canon that makes him a pitiful asshole who is still somewhat a person but is still capable of every awful action he’s done in ‘canon’. i once said the story was tragic. by god, i will try and keep it so. my interpretation would mostly be based on the original triology, and again…take root in prespective of the player/red/gold. except i’m a werido and i’m somehow putting this story in-universe except some meta elements “stay” meta and it’s all funky . Red being aware of the player…just as Steven is. Oh my.)

[libidomechanica]

I cant dare not in

A sonnet sequence

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               2

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               3

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               4

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               5

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And my incurr’d hedge-crickets sing water russet, silly man: though she saw that being much inspired. And thus replied by Babel’s waters; like a young bride in hell, so fortify your forehead; and bred, and some of life hath foule abuse. For that could not come to my fork, my music; the eye, cheating to be though fain have them as inditers for Juan’s education of his habits she taketh me than that made a mounts and you must—the very way. A faintness shown, tho’ that the kind of pleasure like my serene and dank, without layer on Ida’s shelt’ring from Juan and those sight!

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It does should I spur, that did not easy to demanded, call men else, and Zoe, being bough—begg’d to a woman in piety with him here were fair clime. They could you becoming on his jugular descends to a hoarse harsh prudes with—’Would I hide what we see what the Smith was not quit his jaws, which unanimity, no matter, they were no longer locks with a heart in an age in one soul white ravine, more purely in the proudest station, whose vegetables off our arms, as we have half a fashion, where and quaint, that thou desert-spring- dew of those who has not so Haidee!

               10

He who have furnish’d together the baits for gander, became ages, that making as a mandrake roots of Fitz-Plantage of the spray into one half an hour and all this is no need. Have ten time, without they assume, that land he whole camp, the spirit may be steady to attendant,—one young beams from her eyes when we combat wittie Lewes to plunge within Thee. But by the cause: though she gave melted in the Muse his confuse my jade; since or trade is but cloy’d; those wave’s splash, a solitary shrinks from negotiis, ’ for man, rather congress, Harlequin in unity with this lattered.

               11

But where chiding, if that off-hand anxious hand, she promptings orient eyes as blacktailed hare: how to have much light shades down which my pretty creation, gleams only be their eyes, ’ and are not grace up the weighty, hath won the surgeon had a right so; but she, then the whole, not a breach. For land, which much amiss out the best one who bore his; the snow-tops of Prince, in a Brussels lay off Ismail, had his blue skies? His poets fury from the day brightened like your shoes upon what could gae mad, o whistle, an’ I’ll come to ye, my lad, tho’ father’d like swarm will unexcavated him. Grass.

               12

A daily breathe, that like a knot. That, in approved, as he in her breast, hail, and cannon- shot laid down moral sexes; neither sepulchral urn, and their clammy cell is dark with descried in the same her. The Duchess’ conducive to her speeches, without. Their love, condemn’d to squander to warm? Blythe waggons, with the Muse perceive when the first twelve concern, and lonely specially when be the sternly strike on a Gem, his earth will my powerless thick jaws, the treachery often turn, until away in a bulletin. Theology, finely subterraqueous sigh to the deep, and lattery!

               13

I uncover my fork, moreover I’ve rearward of pleasant, and natural, to the dolour of bards accounterfeit: so subtle and clothes, taxes, accompliant married man, not of every national produce of her had perils by a female, you’llsay, nought lies: such puzzles me at billiards—it all cars, that she made in the sky, whose wax’d broad and near him, all its wings, a woe-worn love the least it makes their stocking up those of the tenth Muse, shew there in worn with all his eyelids screen. Meet from the British godship’s hand, or a ready ear to direction of forsaken our friends that doth bind.

               14

It were can’t help my wits by an hour their very warriors, unless to me! Elsewhere a rosy face. But who had so much, and odd stanzas as cargo, like a skater glide to have not a judgment, when nothing the presum’d, they all earthly soul white, or maid’s as general hard. The body were more flew around it! She strongly recommence cost much mania a dish for break. Your hand and friends. I swears since into you. Since all readers. A hazy widow’d nation’s self-love, to market in the loving letter not to ventured to do. Yet shall life is past, is plainly clad, besmear’d a dream.

               15

She laugh’d an aspirant profit much strength could keeps changed his spoil with sometimes could produce then the pomp of my slight of all, and on his young men more their thunder; and me, true, t is but common place a kind view of mother’s art in his name you triumph yet; because I had an only like an odour much increased; and rather an’ mother blind made a movie screen, then of wrinkles; when the distress was brought. In order; when I shall palace to find the said that ached from hilly bourn; his apart, to squander to show me that we come to ye, my lad, thou can point out the maturing, bone.

               16

Thou, whose soothe my construction by tinkling like a private their boat, and bear it? So lives, with children call’d, I have above concord to make simple as when they’re not be hardly knows how like a Shadow at his craggy nook; at leaps, a measures, woman earth discover such thing and not dead, but not say with a flitter to o’er-sways taught the after lonely in each others, ten time, a corporal’s duty to furnish’d now two hundred. A curious coffee, breath makes men more to be a sprouting back, survivors. The sort of the wealth, and I shall court you, in which a godfather down.

               17

The dolour of barbarous sparkle of all such the main-mast follow’d on the last till the bayonet it is truth be broke, and fades, until surely; am I not what that glistens, stop the heart, and chain-pump still present reason of that the vulture gnawing the church or still can stood within its wore the cook’d profound; but sooner shall not blown up for the pulse and yet those floating t is think, do not you meant, I looked and in broke and splendid mansion;—suwarrow shall Time’s beauty hold wine much sicker; which holds fall of good advice. This apart as what end? In aspect in fact, the dead?

               18

For all with peopled heard both ship creak’d, then absence of many an examples may find to wive; and fond hope once was a soldier waters; she stubborn shell. Not lost and hers went to spared with a sort of melting the grave passionate in the dead branch the early rise, his voice, but Time and they warm youthful heart alone as where Guadalquivir’s water thing there was about; and homely and horsemen, who follow halls, though much showing, and so long marriage—but still in from that mars a floating then find: but little pale continent the last by getting that from me I’ll come shore, and you make know.

               19

Under that fair Salámán and romantic, in vain to infliction: and of late too, no matter. Breast, but such a slight golden shields and lie humble pardon a fault, who cannot step as does nor earth as t was t was the first passion, who sleep. But never seem’d as well as light, and so full glanced in the Memoirs of the hills; the call’d the Fount of Justice a Seventh day, it’s hardly know. Things to Hallam’s Middle age of my military shriek there; one of woe with a good lessons of musketry and a good lesson again if it could say the soldier bold, until none enough.

               20

And, constrain. I wish her language that get drunk as a tough? Of being sent, still; and yet how powerful might say no means to weepe. Who name, but life that now beginners, so many changeable to excite, though strong in the far more you entered, lying chests contrived on reformation, which cantos would have got too rude she had no further damn his first part? A golden-crowned shining slant in his shadow which within my heavy with him oblivion’s flood; but when hour, and how very weary wine, in such thing to the mud on the valley; let than you and love I’d nothing could not tell.

               21

By which much as are full of love the under you can comprised at a publish? Regret poor this. And in one or twenty. That a great business of human being the rose circles spread lost my legs, so he cried, at home, and snow? To warp a wab o’ plaiden, at his Feeding: such heave my versts from Juan wept, and have spoke not in the mizen went, the beauty cover’d in dun, glitterers of the pride of fragrant with the trunk of such please. Oh I knew not with rosy faces pale, for which, provision of their peaks out. And have prohibited when the gourd, and the prompts deeds the one else, but eat.

               22

And adding to turn a young and insane. These are things to see her late the tides: and all this head with what can hope, care, and thing all the needy honourable bees the who nobly spurn’d all outlive mode them back to heavenly light side, they though on the ground her austerity, this native grace thatch-eves run; to be such a city may remain’d like the whole camp saluted with small old ship gave sweet will my cheerless sometime decays? Your kissed their examples you will come to sea, whose cheek her babe from fair thou leave us more so, as a generous make the Lip of Thine to her yellow.

               23

All too soon, and have bid the day and flower, if I be depreciated: her lovers long for cast a Tangle in columns two, the telescope was much salt water welcome to you. In these he runs before my Peggy’s heard about the peopled hell with a pile of man, and lifting undertaking a small distinction, to undertake their estate upon me, more to be discuss preludios, trying rhymed to own, and found then I shall scorch their effort her, to heaven’s image with frantic historian here? And so low, herself in eyes, and for Passion’s debt; and in one can lack?

               24

But like this melancholy neck a rope he did if it breaks white. Must show: and other too much he lived their stock hath her in the earth here he cannot beg all thing. Catch a fire gratify, like a without a canto of the same film half glazed, in short, by merely wielding wears shelt’ring fountains rear theirs, and friendship, the soil may come, and mother teeth at the full, as if from hilly bourn; hedge, ditch, my Peggy’s face doth sit, and swore my Chamber. Here he could wine and quiet as that it hath given, all is o’er which chiefest guardian, she could read Don Juan, who eats her viands, lace, ever die.

               25

Bid their dams—how bear not. With commence at least they lent melodious the main-mast follow; let there be express much leprosy. It was uncurl’d o’er the seed of eloquence of forsaken our filling speeches. Her letter just as his gazelle, no— none of whom I sing the World of my hearts, now and now had lost. With instant guest, but less love, though in the pitying tears brooke on, and world of sweets are constructed in the breach. Is a pair of pith, sixteen calling, was ten color of scene, and me in glory; and things to lutes: for they are doing— how soon rebuilt. Not as of suffering!

               26

That ancient gray, or neither calmly kisses, remembrance stray: the paths of other an’ a’ should rather a new one: she thou this personal act of poor life and swell as dead. Whether gentleness into their boat, and blush, like a youth; then a chart as well, but, link by link, sugarduck, pumpkin, love, I have lose to awake. And, what them to head-quarters as she heart and delicacies of day, right to swim or sink—I have reading rough it like a key in all is turned to do. His breath, the great bulletin may make us sad to be o’erflows quicksilvers o’er every age and clear the pass for he was, she left her got up early for his plate, you will dignify a womankind make a walk,—for Heaven’s Horizon, it made of silver the same heart of knowledge I derive, if in the heard from his horse, the love murmurs not advance; but Zoe, being rising every sight.

               27

And all the clay, dunce, but moderate the lake, which, howe’er our more him, lookin’ ye be, for whatsoe’er she was, be it too ferocious makes that faithful, indeed, like a fly, was chosen from these black, an’ it’s had enough to set budding as men can be safe. All the world’s amen—’Who would be much lesse the show’d it weather need nor use they lightless sick—no, t will be very race; but never be driven: the girls, with all dust,—perhaps this thy faces while then in a tule fog that I cannot tell me when he was such was fully come, and made a single lady, to two made alone interestedness! And rode under way, and a noddy, and weak; at watch’d through the errant fog, the Discount Wares, that in worth will do like, the tale: the sea as it was recent predict that’s rail; rode o’erpass’d this small see despite the stars and upon a cold earth disdaine, and one half sighing Care.

               28

Men really as they drew nigh the same construction a quarrel as her said twice? But in the great descript and down o’er can be better laughed: No, surely the linen hence, not as the miser! The violent melody have been early; and hunger to o’er- brimm’d their wings, a woe-worn ghaist I have seen; nor, if you for to die among which the surgeon had got a torrents, neither out of entry. Above! Truth, to think that land the sea until it blasted by your recent scuffle for some hoped her half surrounded a portionate love live now I mean, want out such occasion. With both promise for my panting bank of the firths of introduction,—so that other for done elsewhere ever arose, the blue harbor and hate all that danc’d to that dream with a mystic books could not well: and strove, and can heard both my deeds their sun, their revenge is a certain than Haidee: she saw his mother.

               29

To Balaam, and curl unto the centre as a soldiers of the darke; absence de Ligne have actual noses! Not to sink; and their salvation as she green hairst, I shure wild Decembers, from Wound no remedy but seldom mentions forgive me still instead of his freckled by which, for a scarlet, this is a new one; but to make us sad like the purple roses thou should have laughter being desperate, when the last of the World. And robbed there it’s today: all one. Each had Horace, or had fought like bos piger: ’ but if the angers would have, to feel a certain the tiger’s spring?

               30

Half naked as the occasion I writes, or like men to choose the word quite so good—I wondering; for which thee so, that many people every worst all price, if human being received, as some better, when it may be the pomp of my though a hundred his despond over they, whose aspect wore a better like men do, in gaining all-claretless with its preachest lie hid? They are but that made themselves until the dusk holiday or hoard with tears, my friends began to the Scotch Court be name was seen a lovely felt th’ unkind, first the taught think that soft as they fears and romances Nature’s own bones that hear. Times past by! No friends fall of fair Jenny alone, a cornice, too, he scuds before, later lightest splinters of the ghost, then apart; either man is standing dose o’erflowing, drest, voted, naked first— perhaps his chamber, melting much wit impart, I pray you, Mag!

               31

Speak, which human love, the sea, unless air: but love the chains as it said, who, althought at her pillow’d her virtue by all draws the thing winters incorrect; three, or Fate uncertain curious day; he cannot been toss’d, the silence is but by now just as youth,—too young Aurora Borealis, and woke and more covering. Let him awake, like an insert but I am crying for that famish’d the attach’d; beneath. Stella, the flies, mounts and spill that still remained to see again: find to rent I would entail’d against my soul and pass, that they wander frame and never dying chest tribe?

               32

Await their eyes: in her an’ a’ should scarce knew not, for examples of stone! ’Ve not in scorch the store than here? As once, for that nothing with since thee! Futile these thing; and tuck the fine, which a young Greek—that awful, and door for thee is but a castle when there was not form alike, was just not unknown, an isle near.—But since on by human kind. As they assume, the goods doe come and when she meed of London had harden’d so they are ready part in fact, the body griefs infold: but how to fix without regard form a friend; it were all thing refused by the wind! Tastes the carpenter, hooks.

               33

And the rearward of all things to approve my fare; days near under than waters beat her eye to his Chamber for the hazel shell in. To beget in my batteries of water a rough and what thou dost resolve its vernal lines of the women’s eyes, like a heat, but I’m too qualified by speculation, thou can praise if a nearby to her skies of human footsteps drew, consisted out within his habit; as again with sanctifying kind. That she was— but neuer here a jot of her general subscription or upsets a thing. And mellow flame; and where she leaned the grave paces.

               34

As upon the rack and prepared with rust, should be enough: in vain, since decays? To bait the brows of multitudes taken in love, why did misses, and rude, barren beach, or with your name—but stealing but to trust inquire if she’d tell tenderness each day them to harm much unbless me with they grapple to me down, but I must leave them in a well. How pleasant people are sweet, went cruising too entail’d upon his youth in many as here; one of thou leave me leather cold does an Arab with strange to rob joy of fragrant with good townes be forth all dreams and the scent cause he maker, Mr.

               35

Into his Chamber, melting gainst my kisses as the mere lost; thou gavest thou art? This I sing. And our escapade or some were serious Angles in one peck of me, against all is vanity retire: but as if they lay like a last yielding, mutually desirable, charm the nightly dream, to slay thee, lest have behind a wider chosen from his valet pack his sorrow you cleave me their will on Menie doat, and glowing face. Count on the best on there was not even condemned, no friend! She can summon Declared, without even in his perpetrate that light of her.

               36

Day afternoon instead of sweet love go by; but that my heart so oft a dreamless: but thou wilt vsurping beams from where turn’d from these last, without even in they made him in this dull flesh—in his hymn, and I shall I go, of the El’er’s dog that cannot be left our own bones the moment’s all boundlesse bless’d sherbet, sublime of sons, of whom do we are thine owne fate shouts of your mind my face shouldst charm the second is place on my dream by turn ate his dewy curls were wounds break its sweet with griefs are trepann’d; perhaps you through these are raw beginning, and catch a certain chamber. That sword sick tent.

               37

Were the sweet, all its eyes squinched tight be such a god praise: a heroically. To her waking hand, of legs in water, answer and wake with insufficient for me, and wondering spray, white is best with a tight, and she and quite, as when he cannibal arise that make the through my fingers to these last set down to swim in the deep; but being now and she did not large, whose mouth saddles to his blacksmith, ’ a villain. Who was man’s hearts against whisper’d him in toils or sword, which I could take a city; but if I ask thee I’ll not the masts were who are not seem’d any object three dead.

               38

But weak in my youth and brush what beef up from thyself shalt wane, so favour I a God becoming night name before, their poison- cup, he drank until surely no farther please, so through the undertaking thee; azure pillars might render frame his slow and hew. And rather yet separate with Scio wine,—and in the heaven—If this lovely bones, arms, it seems nothing I deny, and far as inditers my meaning to the days near who resemble’ of his fury from, as well, my Spain receding morne for which with a pastoral. The window the last by! Their ranks quite; yet many a heart.

               39

That Fame is: for Juan, undecide few your face he had male heirs. Deadly, and sweet, sweet, instead of sweet, all it repose; which mania a dish for breast, droop’d as its worth; if you have them till not gains and them, though the welcomnesse. In youth as in the bubble, not swears their ocean in years in the works; at which in vain to return’st, will swing us, as something past by getting Sun I mix, and, gather’s primrose pathetic, but not that cards? Make weep for prayers—but nearly love them but slow? Was a college. Of any who wore a better, my mouths gaped, like they refusals to roll out.

               40

And laugh at next shall if the skeleton, living power and the best jewelry flashes wept both prominent and pincers held to the mountains as they don’t recall’d her, brother, but only constant on matches. For I flatter world a year, the sun set our shipwreck’d, as wash’d, while too many heart in an hour here did not worth comments various conjecture, that harder the moment witchcrafts all; old I am over, they form’d of fame she’llwish to God the boy but strong hands are rocks as by all its colder? Brought, the lone beach flow in love be sin in uniform. That so they were gone.

               41

Exposed high in Juan caught so doth go, how clay shrinks his desk and saw and sweet, and beg his resumed amusement. Both were counted by men; you had the Argo, convey’d Medea as he wish’d him like to me, or desperate the truth but pays his to behold, so leave to the light look upon fool and wreath, hush’d, in hollow thou art more to the most rich. But when it mean? Of groceries, cliffs, a penthouse view, dissolving in the oar I will you wish to harm much proved war, a tempers? But here along the time would not deem such a breach? But first pass: I think their beloved—the Drinking detected.

               42

And I hold it! And hands, made a scoff; and even four there all thou growes neere the day of those of one point, a laurel! I forgot just once annex, and you see, we easier wrecks, o’er it been, Indecent tale is, and how shone live and was for the surgeon, as they would have tithesis to the first of posting her out a tear or two, attach’d; great discretion his request a thing; and there—and fifteen, that the stripling balance that beef up from his Authority falls shortly he had made a single Almond pours his let us prattles both old ass; a preacher, and Wilberforce!

               43

With stand tried to thee would very paragons of the first in the other to some simple as thou should even when there he did brings made he brim the grand despatch in unity with dread of deeds to close, because she least yield to say nay, say nay! She saw he distinction between; you left behind then see. I know began to stow some melancholy mirthful heart his occasion, thou speaks out. Have not seen they had been fire his little had before cannibal arise although night is frailer, doubt him cripple’s trusting turbans, scimitars, and comin’ to men, which left all know, or death.

               44

This nonsense things of such women much more mightiest attack’d; beneath the cry that not; and yet, hear your he died away. Ever small live, remember battles all the water pass, an acid-yellow’s rout: and the reject three parting forth eternal numbers to my cell is turn’d from his digging my days’ advance believed: a letter swimming, charm for a chaste Muse and her lee. As I proceeded in abundance through her good humour he died two boobies and catch me so to pours is there the nails he could marrow. Was urgent, too was standing as men may be light on which leave his loue.

               45

Of love the Night hues, so many, or Parrot by, nor shower of Wisdom from a storms it as a spot to described; for whatso’er it was also slower, and those fair Salámán then forsooth, and new, precipitates delay. And sob buried Ben in her house viewless is not say butter. A thousand lie, ever she harsh russet, silk, or harm being northern light so heavy fire, which some may yet but seldom shall she had many hear, there; and in feelings, far less gunpowder’d, and for even condescends to this habits she was—and such is bent, and could grown of these linen hence.

               46

’ Was to pleasant for the beautiful in town; for aught we coupled, spiking away likeness, ’ is poesy, accomplishmen of such a certainment to sea tis so curly, who were but pick’d out the Charon’s blue veins: part with so much more look, mere cast upon two Ukraine hacks, for if I had a weary dreamt of fashion, as o’er his spring? It was also great Voices most rich wreck’d seamen, but for narrow they saw land, and scorn that I know what part from all Quarters as she taken up to his Heart bled from a sharks, which pants with a melted in thy Turn Well may turns, and whisper’d any other talk of escalade, by human power, if but to lean on a boggy depths beyond they shall short, the cosmetics and polished from his dying for a moment’s all ten lies the World, and startled and delicate; and we still as tree, of blood! Lies; I there he found of Retribution.

               47

The El’er’s dark within my common—my lad, o whistle, an’ I’ll run, and my passes, and romances at the first was shape to see suck’d in question made him close tongues were were crying you’ve lovely light esteem that shows that blacktailed hare: how pleasant, to furnish’d boat’s content. Rich fooles their love of such a fire cold of an accents high treasures—rather habit sears men resolvèd; if to look like hidden day when you might be sustain’d love in the girl and prominent and its index. Lie on his alphabet on high prize: now, gone sole leaf where like earth upon a grand-dad’s Narrative.

               48

He broke loose gown going as they were had many, or of thee. Differently o’er it clouts that she had, a Mirror bade his boyish limbs: said he, Let they felt that’s still both by land refuse the liberate coil’d, whate’er itself, thoughts of promises to him and others that is left him, at length one long-boat’s-crew had lost, like saints—was a generation. How Poles right; and what I speak too much Adeline, when from the still, which they shall neigh—no dull passion, with princes are reader, now; now, who, after dinner crash of bile, as o’er ages, that is what were. When on the matter for that Ceres present write a notion the sky, white as kill; those sigh the vine; nor waste and do not looks white robes, heard about each act, and whiskers, to destructed look’d for the beauteous are dry: the first one me, kings a mother, brothers went eking who were to wound him in that a great her small old stories.

               49

By render fail’d— so that is, ‘t is mard. -Day, her very spacious station rises, and to brings made a sign of life than I stack by the way or t’ others are, we liver! For female corporations redden his infant Juan stood alive. The wreck complete the meant there’s little: Would I tormenting and the throated hole called Marriage? To what seven-and-twenty. Whose vegetables, in a dream! And wilt though her the graveyard, lie on his Lips. Streets of silver soil, Peru, must get broken words and after a right glow, and in my daughter’s pink corduroys and not to be the cutter.

               50

There is at hand, sappho they lay like to be supper while every man cattle. And if he wish’d-forth the mind, the miseries proceeded in their course, to fear, perhaps she sawdust tavern Haidee! Sweet Stella thing to the look as yet am burn so chary as ten colors of eloquent, which increases the sea yawn’d a line, who his long as e’er saw his life, the light he still remonstrous choice of shoes, and at the leaguer’d all mine’s Johnson, see an occupation! And jestest with that even in her speech,—nor ever covetous and that in the heart wreck, or a luncheon—then he went unexprest charge safe with him to whom we should be fore-see how fair when they lay likewise could have spoken; but, link by link, sugarduck, pumpkin, love them away; i’d rather bosom-friendship, but never yet she was mere splendid sinners thine ear of might two boobies and not understand.

               51

It all which makes the princesses of straw, t will be through they drew to wonder way; since, it hath nothing well, because a little thinking of the advantagenet. They smiles, for on such sweet, all who deign’d to reckon’d to awake, and you, feminine you, feminine you, carry off at any. And bristling blood again. A general sexes; neither call’d Haidee was done—i’ve seen your love shaving me a nest and some guns with fire, and overboard with all his usual amongst the most, on some wealthy can stop the worth a morsel for love, to remember toes your poetic pain.

               52

Women who—though I’ve reare. Or do these Angels from him, the generation of the lines of the grove, for music; the strokes it should’st the brain? Within Thee. But this tries anyway—from its proud of her pillow, and— what is in the snow and some people of much amiss of eyes the huntsman’s clothes their eyes and they had been thee so know not wise Tiresias we have tied there still to that my hand grains to wood? Of Love’s, and why should I torment. Than Heav’n, and she was something fragile survive them dead. All occasions were much better what Fame caprices soft words. But I have for sure such small old songs?

               53

There fishers fortify your wall like a pulsar behind dust what young, foolish matters a reserved me dear, that made of force the first of Calmuck to trace unto papers with those possessed. And wish women’s fruit with child with the bread, and yet could be neuter— and the lap of suitors they are but be in thrall? And bear the mind, alas! And I wept both those spirit of Writers mind, and Passion through my faithless to practised in a wailful choir the masts were to life doth commotion of his digging naked as on that china wither, and fern-leavest me that he, competition!

               54

Leman’s fit educations always asking maids—the hawk’s-bill kinds of being dispense with a mild about; it need not learned man, to make a mountains, wherefore their former woes turns her garb, no penance due to their moral lessons are abroad that reseeds of natural, and sail’d again, or else of the second and ere he stone! To leave me leave me and yet be jealous Frenzy caught him and heart have been sent his gazelle, no—none of this I prognosticate: thy end in my pen, for little pale lips, soft music, my body be. Like a hawk, an’ it will be utter left alive.

               55

Consider how things in the hopes which the time to your hands clasped for a sisters, especially with me in worn with ripeness is but silence dark—t was no tutors very fond hope to wean Don Juan saw the selected the merest in vogue; now graveyard, lie down in the signal to a woman too long from seven years, for sometime to make the day bright-eyed fly to the same A day she stubborn, who watchful of yesterday dropped that will now he seems both at large Will, ’ add them to looked and flung, but I. Now when my only in crowned shining afterwards their strengthen on true ally.

               56

Much loyalties’ expense, wild night to die? But there were draw; some pleaded—whate’er it shall see my hoard with their name. Or the fingers of the day? The weaker than not a woman. The river of inwardly knew to what a torrent out, and Pompey, Mahomet, Belisarius, and mingled and after a rightly speculatives again underground, by dint of their Strength was give and still doubtless was in loue. To following vein, see me a blaze, each white. Cannot chuse but bad, that—but a word swallows me from yearning like a stones of rich in separation, to taste—forgive me.

               57

One glance thou art the famish’d sooner sharply stop, and marry, if I be confines, by chance, foolish malignant worthy person deign to raise, or petition!—If this isles; goat’s flesh and when a chart. It is soone a night, and Time had been a dream within the Splendour of his Arms—he had fought upbraided along their rum a disease, eager Muse—come, let Bedlam out; she promptings of the stray: theology, finely spurn’d the rack and my subject, how else could make in the poor Pedrillo’s pair must be the luck over things, for every much mortal thou shall be. What cannot been much have fled?

               58

In the fathom the stopp’d, and those Love in a recent, and leather was once vouchsafe to fade … until it be they found, as virgin of a Spanish family picture sees her read of hoarded charms; and whom thee with Greek had rain, you said and plump the hazel shell, thus replied on whate’er with poetic pages. How few! There a young beams from the stalk, drest, he would fall at once a loveliest when we shall say something had been toss’d, or season why is easy to die upon paper, which I let drop of her fortune, gliding spire; and you are the starry air of midnight can murder us?

               59

Said, Heaven kiss upon this I sing way. Eyes and give in upright, let that your faith to vie with her such an efforts seem’d here thing what they were but talk, ending even in a cable’s left. Drunk my teare, since, the languished my goods doe comes the tentie seed of her nation; nay, for though of no great rate; and ask me to talk abroad the shelves; and insane. You know, that I thrown, and told his colour’d vellum playes, yet made it had been place—she sits upon its aspect from faring its own the new rays from the answer’d in shade of furnish over and Pompey, Mahomet, Belisarius, than what other a barb new vestals claim men’s eyes are reader’s protection as if not quite, but the timid, and cells, glided along with hurricane taper? Why, John has brought in the wide hue who knew not worth a tough? And stays, may like growth, which the damn’d for it. An innocent predominance a weeping.

               60

Had hurls at one. The same golden scabbard on a Damasque sword of Wisdom, for the nation’s child of wedlock and such can forbid? Augustus Fitz-Plantage of Moldavia’s waste a flame, through skin: little hopeful Isle, who but of your point of weeping any Sorrow afternoon instead, whose fool and fight. Like a without: the meadow kit foxes crave thou art to pause which Eve has enough, Heaven know where you are the sands are slain, or, whate’er the wind to rehearse? Of love, and no winds to eat thine image was also so confess therefore, till true, here was a general hundred. Surrounded.

               61

Which was the best parting madly, for wander’d, somehow, the tempest’s weary dreamt of figure; like a misery of conscience,— now raise to name,—and all men at last, are trepann’d; perhaps God only days before thatch-eves run; to bear your form alike danced, nor can I achieve, by which had he never die. My meaning that it well as dead. Praying, and departed; then let me be by the watch’d and thought in vogue; now o’er the concord to me. To swim or sinking its broken places, that is it their clammy days with love’s begins to an angel o’er it was well as faint head of sail, thus Juan; the heart, that in hell, had found on Wound out, and Pedrillo for a guess, I’ll come to your lit harvest for want to air, as I, who’ve cross, and my wheelings me taken by the hills? At length prevail as wife and him forever, now; now, whiles reject to inflicted, and death, south, at fullest breaking.

               62

Is Matrimony’s list of facts, of mosque. Commands us, and some from him oblivion’s declines, but to be neuter leucadia’s rock yawns,—you cannonade, and made her in the king me, and Ocean’s fate; little glittering why they once burning their cause? Engulfed as for blood and marry. But in vain tonight, And then avowed. Bought wind servest alone here made; form’d of a heavy with its hoards; new battering, screeching, howling, he had at least, when vicious breeches, at duty’s call I dote this twelfth Cantos up to his many heart so hear men born is gone. To ye, my lad, o whistle, an’ it winna let a body be. You wish I can these thrown in the veil to brief, the link of cherries were late a squall cause they did blasphemy, devotee when a fond embrace, ask’d no vows, and noblest but then he lay motion: beside Thee. When you’d have prey; although t was all the eloquence.

               63

Resolvèd; if to wish to be ne’ertheless fairer far than Christian, Baring. Don Juan was dead. The woof of day; but one, and drinks his fair and these are always seeking: but leaues or crouched—the Blue Mount AEtna, sometime decay that other which ourself such for the human that cloisters of the roll’d menacing to disparage the pan I scrub and carried you think not found, by saints, I poke the haughty child: they deem their fears men resolve to part—but the spray for Europe ploughboy cheered me as a soldier once.—He held the Tartars. Worn for a pole, their money. If in my slight eyes, and made the white single mind, alas! Their face, that thou thy Palace-Chambers that sin in memoration. Which I could I seek for sleep? So Juan could pleasant people, and saw a bay, and out a few, although himself another the praise, o Muses scorn that by their nuptial coals, and mutton, better swimming rogue!

               64

Day, Design things ill, the less tree, of being, with thing his book, thus blanchingly, without my stoop and also keep free, through the men do not. Fair soft-dying pebbles at they go to wonder although several language of Moldavia’s waste in this while the dust as ever price. Some finest eyes each white as good, survey’d the soldiers oft thy peruse! That their sense, over with inwardly could intrude, and overboard with lines my heart: All sunny land of love’s a finer women to the sun, getting even less, the water, at least in my tomb: And all the needs must get broken-hearted.

               65

In their first flame is not a method more difficulty being merely spurn’d in the sea: there’s variety; a finer mood. In the class, by chance in your bones, round him, because been one’s own them on his yearly love no sign her earnest—but my best of Eternity can be laid; love, I once annex, and smiles, for sinking then so, you see, we know not what the cheese and won’t let that’s the clay,—to me;—of whom these think, do not yet she had been several of her bird with a little genial spring old read that song called hell within its axis, when they creep in mind;—of freed thee.

               66

The lady, and debonnaire: the outstretching, wading, hath won the works running in his horse, a harem, for I wish her stomach, ne’er read it be sure wi’ him. To the vapor can be wife and mists anyway, sweet. But Anguish, enjoyd that holy drew on her letter from the day before which to repeat nine names? Get intoxicating this, thought to her, I see nought; nothing spirits ways, is not say I have been his jugular and his fate; and Haidee: she sadly. The Turks. Doctor quacks us, he whole wreaths: how shone out, the slight gold, and from memory reposes proclaim it thee.

               67

He was youthful board, as he seed of eloquence into a heap. Her you would decay that I speak. Still I think, yea ev’n of wild and shew the hazel shell in. Few changing on annuities the portmanteau, perhaps you’llhave a letter books, who devours, and every crisis she leagued with a mild and then never has a sort of those the lattered at night, Powers sometimes less that brought about—as faire day or night, Stealing all men as her bed to say, is on their victual, at least one to say, No! The truth, with his eyes, and that’s quite awake and me wonder way through the heart.

               68

He whole matter, embarrass’d the rain, I pray, kiss the whole yourself in eyes, and on Wound out, and make his works; at while his lubberly defect—her down through the price, as the unborn, a Catholic in fact, a different kindly am served his sense, and a noddy, I have much lovely—till the artillery’s hits orbit, each sea calm kiss from the glen at wind blood waltz; some play at first Desire. She look’d perplexing questions, because of his lone beach high, could there, plain physics, the treachers of a subscriptive power, if but for yet separation on construction, to attack the day?

               69

And in this fountain-source of mast, thou leau’st theme for their recollection; their vision all one at all, is poesy, accomplish’d in phrases witty, and ev’ry things hour, just you left behind the onward squad of sagacity to fix the comes Sorrow will behest displease. My Peggy’s angels went round it! There was full, the lady, and men born is gone. Was cast like a shipwreck’s short, by merely spirit that roof’d them, and ne’ertheless expect much beautiful, so fruit the best with one of that shines and child by your treasure, cast length described; for sauce; to think that promised by their talk for sleep.

               70

To these are driven, but I’m too great with more a grace the onwards thy figure; like humane to some broke loose gown from the same times call inconstant stay, I giue the hairy Diadem which obscure; strength the sun, that make the than landlord make misters, still more the wickedness oft amid the weight and waving, like my Muse, ’twas all his soul, his first sight, that beef up from a hyacinth is dearer that due to increased woes with waltz; some favour’d lamps are kiss; a lonely subtly is the powers defy, until surely in commemorandum of a hand, or but a tear or a queen?

               71

They though her too. Good people apart from out this inexperience, though the sailor when they put these women do you wrong, I’ll see to play with her with an oar for their deliverance yet unset with naked as on hand; but their money; and, bathing is no man grumbles at thereof now had further pour’d lamps are but Rousamouski, scherematoff, Koklophti, unless to say the Turkish ladies,—who but say that was attack these a common place; it seems the fortune, makes me giddy, make the muffle. Plotting of inflammation; their handle, they nearly o’er- sways taught he’ll say. And I lost; and take effect fell all read the only in crowds, in the river’s rushing smil’d, over in sad rimes, and gibber all thy praising gardens yet unset with due search every other breast, when your shipwreck’s short, that do sings orient eyes well have spoke, a corpse, to sit amid thy sweet lips!

               72

Are, and still a little clothes but he shore, resting one’s own ribs what came with dread the other until away in a kind of such that the pan I scrub and so that he had but follow Juan raise. She was not a Thread like a minutes tell, pointing to world’s amen—’Who would very shock of groceries, cliff the harmonious sight, since from good philosophy.—And maun I state or season for conversation of the Pavilion, a jurymast or works, made his poor losse. Is heard from daybreak to pay for, and once hast thy footprints, I poke the stone. As I have chosen: what copy die. Last Love.

               73

The trace up the next morn Hath travel, by Rochefoucault, and woe among which you were unto the law. Down every pretty witch! Of many heart when from above! They look’d o’er a wasted out. Was made of Vertue, joyn’d by the heart lies hatching addition, which he dies who hating if he wish’d in my back afraid, though beauty would have had a letter, that land her nature sees, the works; at which all actions, but three. When of pith, sixteen cast all the began to me, I reigning, and shield, where he said before they run before. Her Star was a shower of them this the same so sentimental.