#hope blooms even in a desert of despair

[tjlime]

I remember back in high-school when I was on 4chan basically constantly. I remember downloading one of the meme compilation albums at the time and it had Fuck The MPAA by Futuristic Sex Robotz.

Initially I didn't like it. At the time I was on track to be a good little nazi fuck. Thankfully I pulled my ass out of that shit before it had gone anywhere, but anyway. At the time I was listening to more and more punk stuff thanks to a friend of mine. I identified with the struggle and bullshit that punk music is all about. I remember having a moment arguing with myself that basically came down to "You like the subject material yeah? Then the style should not matter, it has value as is." Not necessarily with those words, but same notion. And so I started listening to it more and more. And eventually started climbing out of the "Rap/Hip-pop is full of sex and drugs" boomer bullshit I had been fed all my life. And realized in an epiphany that I still hold on to, "Punk and Rap are the same subject matter made from two view points, with different styles with the same conclusions." (Idk if that's a hot take or not, don't @ me)

Then in college I started looking more into other kinds of music. Really branching out and discovering. And I think it was finally Kendrick Lamar's album good kid, m.A.A.d city that really solidified my love of rap. Shortly after I found Run the Jewels, Childish Gambino, Deathgrips, Tyler the Creator. And yet still I explore and find new artists that I love.

But yeah. I would say don't give up on the 4channers, especially the edgy teens that think shock and gore and casual slurs are cool. They'll grow out of that and have a moment of retrospection, hopefully. It took work and effort to be the person I am and realize how vile I was back then. And it was just one song that sparked that change.

And probably don't give up on the tumblr peeps either. I personally think it's just one song that makes a spark of curiosity to explore. Style, composition choice, subject matter, rhythm, rhyming scheme, any number of these can be the key. Like it was for me.

[I am not an expert on music theory or the themes of rap/punk/etc. at all, these are simply my personal observations and conclusions]

[[Also don't fucking come @ me for my music choices]]

rap has probably been the most consistently popular and influential genre of music for the past 40+ years but your average person on tumblr is less willing to listen to it than a random white teenage boy in the suburbs or a 4channer who lurks on /mu/ every once in a while

[pachu09]

Kogami snippet

the plot was from this long ago Fanart I posted...

MadaTobi, Soulmate AU

The first time Tobirama witnessed his Kogami's sheer battle prowess was when he’s deeply undercover for an entire month in the Wind Country. 

( He was running out of food, Mada-kun made sure he was well fed. He didn’t know how or where the Kogami found the abundant food he fed him but Tobirama was thankful he had a Kogami to look out for him. He knew well enough he wouldn’t have survived his mission without assistance from his little companion ). 

Unexpectedly, on the last day of his mission. The Suna Clan that he was spying on had caught on to his presence amidst their little hamlet. As they flee in haste back to the Fire Country successfully toting a bunch of important documents and items. Mada-kun had impressively told him how to effectively navigate the Suna Desert. ( Which is mind numbingly shocking because how the hell does his Kogami know what to do when he never even strayed away from him? ). 

But even with Mada-kun’s assistance on how to navigate the traitorous desert, Tobirama still managed to unfortunately encounter a Squad of Nin slavers. As a pre-teen on the cusp of Adulthood, Tobirama cannot keep up fighting with twenty grown men who are far more experienced than him in terms of combat knowledge. ( He didn’t know what happen to his Kogami but he hoped that his little companion had managed to escape ). Confronting his enemies had then resulted with him getting his legs targeted and were naturally impaled with numbing poisons Suna Nins are so famous for. He thought he’ll be captured and sold by the end of the day. His mission failed and he’ll never get to see Anija again. 

He felt helpless tears bloom in his eyes and he whimpered. He desperately tried to cut off the net that encased his body but one of the men stepping on his wrist and threatening to break it had made him cower. He’s already injured enough, he didn’t want to add more to his body. He doubted these men and women would even heal him if he ended up severely injured. 

When the net he was captured in was dragged behind by one of the women. He tried so hard to stifle the terrified scream that wanted to escape from his dry throat. He wanted Anija. Anija would surely come to rescue him!. 

As suddenly as his desperate thoughts of being rescued bloom one after the other…

The blast of scorching flames incinerating the woman who’s dragging him made him snap out of his terrified thoughts. The woman never stood a chance, her burnt out husk slowly teetered to the side and fell down with a sick squelching sound onto the sandy ground. Tobirama stared, uncomprehending for a minute…what in the world?....

The other Slavers had immediately scattered in anger and despair. They looked around for their enemy but only Tobirama can see his Kogami blew out of his little mouth tremendous fires the likes he had never seen.

It felt like the Sun itself had descended from the skies. 

Tobirama shakes from where he lay unmoving in his net. His widened red eyes stares disbelievingly as the Slavers that captured him was mercilessly slaughtered by his little companion. The twenty Slavers were reduced to a mere four Members as they frantically tracked where their invisible assaulter was. Little did they know that the Kogami who killed their Members doesn’t even hide his presence. 

Tobirama felt the bile rising in his throat at witnessing the blazing fire his Kogami expertly wields. This is the kind of vicious flames that the Uchiha Clan had been using against his Clanmates. Only an Uchiha can wield a fire that could easily melt a body and leave it as only soot black ashes that scattered quickly in the wind. Tobirama trembled and braced himself. He closes his eyes in defeat as his suspicion was proven correct. Catching a glimpse of Mada-kun’s blood red eyes with the black tomoe spinning frantically in his irises, his little sharp fangs bared and his fur puffed up in anger….

For the first time in his young life he is so very afraid. This is the same feeling when Kawarama and Itama died. The sheer helplessness of his situation makes him burst into a terrified wailing. Otou-san and the Elders would surely kill him if they found out he had an Uchiha as a Soulmate. He and Mada-kun would probably be made as an example for any Senju who would dare defy them. He sob loudly  and desperately called out for his Kogami, but Mada-kun was busy killing the remaining Slavers and his sobs and tears slowly dwindled by the time Mada-kun had gotten him out of his improvised cage. 

Mada-kun had worriedly fussed about him and his little tongue tried to clean his dirtied face unsuccessfully. Tobirama cradled his Kogami in his weakened arms. He whispered his thank you’s repeatedly into those wolf like ears for rescuing him successfully. He ignored the stench and the burnt out bodies of the Slavers around him. 

He doesn’t need to be curious about dead people. Only Mada-kun should have his entire attention in this messed up situation. 

“ Silly, Tobira-chan. Of course, I’ll always protect you. Stop worrying about me. I am here to take care of you not the other way around you silly child. ��� Tobirama felt himself exhaling in relief. Mada-kun tried to make him eat and drink but Tobirama was just so tired to even think about doing anything. He told Mada-kun he’ll just rest for a minute but his Kogami shook his head and told him..

“ Don’t worry Tobira-chan. I’ll get us Home safely. “ Tobirama was of course baffled at his Kogami’s words. How could a mere several inches of a creature could even get him home safely?. His eyes widened as he saw Mada-kun’s little paws forming the tiger seal. Tobirama startled as a loud whoosh rang out and the suddenly ..scorching dense Chakra flooded every which direction he could think of. Tobirama felt like he’s drowning, the heavy Chakra is too much. The same as Anija when he’s furious!!! He quickly closes his eyes, he takes a deep breath  and he clutches Mada-kun tightly to himself…but as suddenly as the scorching Chakra appears it then disappears and reappears for a split second like liquid fire carefully being poured into a durable container?.

Tobirama slowly opens his eyes as Mada-kun pats his wet cheeks softly. He’s crying again?. Why is he crying?. He gasped and coughed desperately as the dense Chakra pressed heavily all over him. 

“ Tobira-chan. Its okay! You need to breathe okay! You’re safe now! “ his Kogami whispered softly in his ear and Tobirama did so but he suddenly also felt sick as the weightless feeling of floating in the air? overwhelm him. He whipped his head to stare up and he gaped in sheer surprise at seeing he’s encase inside an Avatar that was made up entirely of fiery dark blue Chakra?. It looks like a Tengu with its massive wings, elongated nose, it also had two faces, was clad in robes and ornate armor and had four arms that carried huge katanas!!!!

Tobirama trembled, terrified out of his mind. He slowly looked down at his Kogami. “ What have you done?, Mada-kun?. “ Mada-kun beams at him, affectionately snuggled into his neck and whispers delightedly. “ I protected you, Tobira-chan!. Don’t worry about the Susanoo. It’ll take us back to the border of Fire Country. So you just rest up for the moment, everything will be fine as long as I’m here. “

That was the last thing Tobirama heard before his vision dims and he knew no more.

[theversevoyager]

In a world of ash and ruin, two hearts found solace. Through the smoldering wasteland, their love bloomed, as fiercely as the last rose in a deserted garden. Together, they fought for humanity's survival, their bond a beacon of hope amidst the bleakness. And so, love and resilience triumphed over despair, proving that even in the apocalypse, the human spirit could not be extinguished.

[sheepwithspecs]

Architects of the Ashes: Chapter 1

|| FFXIV || Rated M || (1 / ???)

Ao3 Link

At the edge of the known universe, the Warrior of Light's simple wish has some unintended consequences. Now it's up to Eachna—and her many friends at the Last Dregs—to help a newly reconstructed Zenos learn how to be a better person. Fortunately for him, his mirror isn't the best role model when it comes to playing by the rules.

“One small organ that beats hard enough to shake the universe─ a spark of hope to shape a star.” - N-7000

Deep in the desert of my heart, a lonely flower blooms—

Although Tataru had never set foot on Ultima Thule, her favorite ballad echoed across the barren landscape of dead stars. It drifted above the sandy dunes of the Ea, whose people had long ago forgotten what it felt like to vibrate one’s vocal chords in a rhythmic and pleasing manner. It echoed in the craggy cliffsides of Reah Tahra, where dragons in decaying nests recalled the long-lost days when they, too, had lifted their voices together in song.

Yearning for the heavens above—

The refrain reached Base Omicron, sensors and satellites alight with its warbling vibrations. Military units paused in their daily tasks, clawed hands grasping at the air as they processed the foreign noise as illogical data. The only song heard in this place was of utter despair, not love.

To quench my thirst for you—

In the Last Dregs, the melody was finally lost amidst the clanking platters and rattling silverware. The only one able to hear its faint stirrings was possessed of large, furry ears. 

“Hmm?” Jammingway turned, tilting their head and cupping one ear to better hear over the buzz of multiple conversations. Closing their eyes, they focused on the tiny voice that seemed to call from beyond the very stars themselves.

“Analysis?” N-7000 joined them at the edge of the café’s large stone steps, hovering in place as it waited for the Loporrit to speak.

“Unless my ears deceive me—and it’s rare they do—that sounds an awful lot like Eachna.” N-7000 whirred, gears churning as it scanned the distant horizon.

“Affirmative,” it replied, after a moment’s processing. “Approaching life-form from the ship Ragnarok meets appropriate specifications for classification as allied unit D’arcy, Eachna. Estimated time of arrival: one bell.”

“Mother be praised!” Jammingway cheered, pumping their furry fist with excitement. “Perfect timing, too! You couldn’t ask for a better day for a picnic; not an astromagnetic storm in sight. I’ll go right now and start a fresh batch of carrot soup.”

“This unit does not understand the motive behind such actions.” N-700 buzzed thoughtfully. “Allied unit Eachna has shown an average satisfaction rate of 27.4% for carrot soup. Alternate menu items guaranteed to achieve optimum satisfaction rates: roast hamsa, seaweed salad, braised—”

“What are you talking about, you bucket of bolts? Everyone loves carrot soup!”

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Eachna panted as she climbed the sprawling structure above Base Omicron, one hand rubbing at the persistent stitch in her side. The rock-strewn path zigzagged beneath her boots, precarious footholds anchored by solid bridges of aquamarine crystal. In some ways, the fragmented landscape reminded her of the Floating City of Nym, although these floating structures were devoid of life yet. The few scrubby vines that sprouted among the stones were brown and dried, crumbling to ashen powder beneath her heels.

At last she crested the final rise, standing on the solid expanse of barren land that bordered the abandoned plaza. The Last Dregs glowed brightly in the perpetual twilight, a true beacon of hope outshining everything for malms around. Even the fluorescent lights of the Omicron base weren’t half as bright. She quickly passed through the dusty plaza, drawn to the golden warmth that seemed to emanate from the café.

As she approached, she realized that the number of customers had nearly tripled in size since her last visit. Shadows danced along the curved shelves as Elysion’s inhabitants passed through the café, milling about on the stone steps and leaning against the round pillars as they conversed with one another. Omicron units hovered from station to station, waiting tables and explaining the menu to curious patrons. Other units scanned the finished diners as they bussed the tables, cataloguing the different gustatory sensations before delivering them to groups of delighted Ea.

A Karellian soldier, seated at a table of friends and former enemies, noticed her and waved cheerfully. Eachna waved back, the hairs on her bare arm lifting as a levin-charged Miw Miisv drifted aimlessly by. A ghostly dragon took to the skies, soaring high with an echoing roar. Her mouth watered at the rich scent of freshly ground coffee carried on its pale wings.

She couldn’t help but smile, cheeks dimpling at the sight of so many people. For untold ages, despair had held full sway over this empty land; now, both the café and its patrons were thriving. If Stigma-4 continued to create replicas from the dead stars, Ultima Thule would be filled to flowing with new life in no time at all.

N-7000 might call it a job well done, but it was so much more than that. The Last Dregs was standing proof of convictions she’d held for ages, ones so deeply rooted that it was near impossible to convey in words. Her heart swelled in her chest, fit to burst with the overwhelming rightness of it all.

“Eachna!” Jammingway called to her from the café entrance, waving with both arms as they ran towards her. “Welcome back, it’s been far too long!”

“Correction,” N-7000 buzzed, floating a half-step behind. “It has been exactly seven moons, two weeks, four days—”

“Oh, hush! You know what I meant, Forky!” Eachna couldn’t help but laugh at the scrunched little scowl on their face. “And anyway, who’s counting?”

“It has been a long time,” she conceded, kneeling down to clasp Jammingway’s proffered paws. “I can see the Last Dregs is doing well for itself. There’s not an empty table in sight.” Her lips quirked as she caught sight of a quivering Ea, clearly overcome by the culinary sensation it was experiencing. Its fellows bombarded it with countless questions, gelatinous heads detaching to float above the Omicron barista’s dome.  

“Isn’t it a dream come true?” Jammingway gushed. “Even the Nibirun have settled in and made themselves at home. I actually caught one laughing the other day—laughing! It’s better than I could have ever imagined; the place practically runs itself. Not that I need you taking that as another sign to hibernate,” they added, glancing accusingly at N-7000.

“Fret not. Hibernation is not within this unit’s near future.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” Eachna laughed. “All of it, really.” Turning, she looked again at the patrons enjoying their meals. The golden light blurred and she blinked in surprise, reaching up to find that tears were building at the corners of her eyes. She swallowed back the lump in her throat, heart pounding almost painfully in her chest.

Thanks to Meteion, she had suffered alongside these people. She had watched their destruction, felt their anguish, mourned their deaths. Their undying despair had wrenched her heart in twain more than once during her journey to the center of the dying sun. Some had inspired pity, others anger. But every last one of them had been in immeasurable pain. Even the Nibirun, who chose peaceful death over a life with no purpose, had been in pain.

To see them now, knowing where they had once been…. Jammingway was right: it was a dream come true. They deserved this second chance at life, to make right the wrongs which had led to their destruction. They deserved to learn and grow, to achieve happiness for its own sake. She turned her eyes to the vast star above the café, the wellspring of pain that had served as Metion’s nest. How many memories remained inside, trapped by the twisted dynamis of their own despair? 

I want them all to have this second chance. Every last one of them.

“And anyway,” Jammingway prattled on, oblivious to her musings, “since you’re here, I thought we might have a picnic! I packed all the best foods the café has to offer. We have carrot soup, carrot salad, carrot juice, carrot cake—”

“Oh… erm, that’s… that’s great!” Eachna managed a smile, brows knitted in consternation. “I’m sure it’ll be delicious.”

“Be at ease.” N-7000 fairly vibrated with something akin to self-righteousness. “Unlike certain annoying life-forms, this unit took allied unit Eachna’s satisfaction rate into account when choosing appropriate sustenance.”

“Hey! What are you saying?” Jammingway fumed. “Eachna loves carrots just as much as I do! Don’t you?”

“I don’t hate carrots, per se….”

“Allied unit Eachna’s average carrot consumption does not exceed one half of her nutritional intake. As such, this unit took the liberty of adding—” N-7000 trailed to a stop, hovering silently with one arm outstretched.

“With what!? Just what have you added?” Jammingway insisted, stomping their feet. “If you’ve squashed my carrot cake by crowding the basket, I’m going to be very cross!” 

“New life has arrived in Elysion.” N-7000 whirred, effectively ignoring Jammingway’s one-sided tirade. “Repeat, new life has arrived in Elysion. Scanners indicate only one life-form at this time.”

“What? Only one?” The carrot cake was completely forgiven—or forgotten for the time being—as Jammingway immediately shifted into entrepreneur mode. “That’s odd. Normally they show up in groups. Still, you know what they say: where one is, more may follow. The picnic will just have to wait. You don’t mind, do you?” 

“Not at all!” Eachna secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Carrots were not her favorite by any stretch of imagination, but Jammingway seemed determined to believe that everyone loved the orange vegetable just as much as they did. Perhaps she could sneak away long enough to check the contents of this picnic basket for herself….

“That settles it, then!” Jammingway beamed, hands on their hips. “Lead the way, N-7000! Let’s go meet our newest friend!”

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“Are you absolutely certain the new life form landed up here?” Jammingway balanced precariously atop N-7000’s chassis, shielding their eyes with one paw from the glaring light of the dynamis staircase. The summit of the dead sun was shadowy in comparison, the bed of Elpis flowers a faint glow in the near distance. “All I see are stairs, stairs, and more stairs.”

“Affirmative. New life-form scan readings indicate this as the proposed landing trajectory.”

“But I thought that Stigma-4 created the simulations,” Eachna said, practically jogging to keep pace as they climbed the endlessly winding stairs. “Does the star just… spit them out?” Jammingway shrugged.

“Your guess is as good as mine. Normally they find Elysion long before we find them.” They lurched, grabbing hold of N-7000s rabbit ear accessories as the staircase grew steeper. “I wonder what sort of life-form we’ll meet this time? Do you recall any other civilizations from the Dead Ends?”  

“I don’t think so.” All the civilizations she’d seen in the heart of the dead star were already café patrons: sweet, chubby Grebuloffs; armored, pedantic Karellians; graceful, nihilistic Nibiruns. As she pondered these strange races, she found her own curiosity rising alongside Jammingway’s. What would this new life-form look like?

Would they be large and powerful like the wraithlike dragons, or perhaps smooth and gelatinous like the Ea? Figure after figure flashed through her mind’s eye: malformed voidsent, gaunt sin eaters, bewhiskered kobolds, feathery Vanu Vanu, impish pixies… would this new person’s shape be something familiar, or wholly new? Would they be calculating, or emotional? Despondent, or hopeful?

Lifting her eyes towards the summit, Eachna stopped short at the sight of a weapon at the top of the staircase: a long, curved blade, wider than the span of her arm at its thickest and tapering to a razor-sharp point. It was attached to an even longer shaft, knocked sideways as though it had fallen from a great height only to lodge itself deep into the cracked earth. Her eyes traced the familiar bony plating along the blade’s outer edge, breath catching in her throat at the sight of a broken revolver cylinder hanging askew from the handle.

“Oh, no.”

“What is it?” Jammingway leaned forward eagerly, ears pricked and nose twitching. “Do you see them?”

“It can’t be.” The reaper stone seemed to burn a hole in the pocket of her knapsack, the collected aetheric signatures within drawn to the scythe at the top of the stairs. She gulped back the emotions threatening to overpower her, gorge rising and fingertips tingling at the memory of fighting to draw her bow with slippery, bloodstained hands. Her very muscles seemed to burn with a phantom ache, the echoes of a fight that ended only when the last flickering embers of her life could no longer withstand the onslaught. 

“Eachna?” Jammingway looked at her strangely. “Are you alright? You look a little pale…. Well, you always look pale, especially here, but this is even worse—”

“Allied unit’s heart rate is increasing at an exponential pace—”

“It just can’t be!” Eachna took the remaining stairs two at a time, tripping on the topmost step in her rush and landing facefirst on the scorched earth. She stumbled to her knees, scraped palms burning as she brushed the stains from her trousers, and groaned aloud at the sight before her. “Oh, isn’t this just a—” Her tongue felt too large for her mouth, jaw working as she searched for the right oath to express the depths of her frustration.

“You!” she finally spat, picking up a handful of the ashen dust and flinging it—rather unsuccessfully—at the figure lying eagle-spread in a heap of crushed flowers. “Damn you to all seven bloody hells!”  

“What’s the matter? Is it a— wait a minute!” Jammingway practically wilted on the spot. “That’s no alien life-form! That’s an Etheiryan!”

“Scanners indicate unconscious life-form is composed of dynamis,” N-7000 protested.

“Okay, okay! Don’t blow a gasket.” Jammingway slipped from the unit’s shoulders, dangling for a moment from one clawed appendage before landing deftly, if not gracefully, at its side. “So he’s a dynamis simulation. That still doesn’t explain what an Etheiryan was doing inside the dead star, nor how he came to be there in the first place.”  

“Oh… that’s partly my fault.” Eachna winced. “We had a fight to the death, and I might have left him there? Accidentally?”

“You—a fight to—left him—” Jammingway’s look of abject horror gave way to weariness. “I don’t even know which part of that sentence to address first.”

“It’s not like I meant to do it!” Gathering her courage, she crept close enough to toe the heel of one heavy boot. She kicked at it lightly, watching for any signs of regaining consciousness. “Of all the people in all the worlds,” she sighed, “why did it have to be you?”

“Parameters for acceptable simulations of life-forms for Elysion were recently altered by fluctuations in dynamis,” N-7000 stated. “Cause of anomaly: allied unit Eachna.”

“Me!?” she echoed in dismay. “But I didn’t even do anything this time! And I certainly didn’t ask for him!”

“Through dynamis, you expressed a desire—a “wish”, as this overexcited life-form continues to insist—that all sentient beings within Ultima Thule might experience a second chance at life through simulated existence. As this life-form’s last documented location was well within parameters, he has been restored accordingly.”

“I can assure you, this is not what I meant.” Eachna’s shoulders slumped. “Does this even count as a second chance? It’s not really him,” she pointed out. “It’s just a copy.” Even as she spoke, she remembered how he had once transcended death using the power of the Resonance. Could such a thing possibly happen again?

“Regardless of intent, this life-form form now exists in the same capacity as all other life-forms within Elysion,” N-7000 answered. “Metaphysically, we are but memories recreated for the purpose of continued study by Stigma-4. Alternatively, philosophical debate documented between the Ea and the Nibirun suggest that the nature of said existence—whether or not we are “real”—is wholly reliant upon individual interpretation.”

“That means it’s really up to him in the end, isn’t it?” Jammingway mused. “Still, we probably ought to wait until he’s settled in before asking those sorts of questions. Just thinking about them is enough to give me a headache.”  

“Cranial pain aside, this unit is in agreement.”

“That’s fine and all, but it still doesn’t help in this situation.” Eachna rubbed her eyes wearily. “You don’t realize what he’s capable of.” She let the knapsack slip from her shoulders, digging through the many pockets until she emerged with her battered codex. Flipping through pages of notes, she finally settled on one near the end and handed it to Jammingway. “This will tell you more than enough.”

“Archaic,” N-7000 buzzed, scanning the page and committing the contents to memory. “Assimilating data for future calculations—!! Results not favorable.”

“You’re not kidding!” Jammingway shook their head, paw sliding down the page as they read through the notes at a slower pace. “If this Zenos wakes up and decides to make Ultima Thule his new hunting grounds, all our hard work could be undone!”

“Calculated levels of despair exceed all known parameters.”

“My point exactly.”

“Query: what course of action should be undertaken?” N-7000 turned to Eachna, scratching its dome. “Immediate termination of life-form would directly oppose the mission objective.”

“That’s also not very fair, is it?” Jammingway closed the codex with a heavy thud. “If we judged every patron based on their past actions, the café wouldn’t have any clientele at all. And after all, you were the one who wanted everyone to have a second chance.”

“Agreed. This unit also acknowledges the accountability of allied unit Eachna.”

“Huh? Why me?!” Taken aback, Eachna raised her hands in an admittedly paltry defense. “What am I supposed to do about him? I can’t very well take him with me when I leave.”

“This is factual. In their current state, simulations would become highly unstable without an accessible form of dynamis. Departure is unadvised.”

“Bugger.” She gazed down at the Garlean prince, sprawled amidst the flowers. The expression on his face was calmer than she’d ever seen it, passive as though in deepest slumber. A part of her hoped that he might be dead, but even in the murky shadow she could see the regular rise and fall of his chest. Each breath stirred the fine blonde hairs trapped beneath his cheek, pale as death against the backdrop of his crumpled cloak.

“Alright,” she finally said. “This is what we’re going to do. N-7000, I want you to take this scythe and hide it somewhere. The café, Elysion, Base Omicron: I don’t care, just so long as it’s in a spot he won’t be able to access easily. We have to make sure he stays unarmed until I can convince him not to go around picking fights with anything that moves.”

“Affirmed. This unit will follow your orders to the best of its abilities.”

“Jammingway, can you make sure no one from the café comes anywhere near this area for a while?” She ran both hands through her curls, tangling them in her fingers and tugging as she thought. “Hopefully I’ll have a plan by the time he wakes up, but in any case it’s probably best that I speak to him alone first. I don’t want to fight him again unless I absolutely have to.” There was no guarantee that she’d be so lucky this time, without the Scions there to pull her back from the brink with their healing magics.  

“You can count on me! I’ll make sure no one even looks in this direction until you give the signal!”

“As for me….” Eachna plopped down at his side, stretching her legs as she made herself comfortable. “You’re right. If I summoned Zenos, even by accident, that makes him my responsibility—at least for the moment. I’ll stay here until he wakes up. After that, whatever happens will simply have to happen.” Her tone was nonchalant, borderline cheerful; despite this, the flowers nearest her grew dull with unease.

“This unit would like to call your attention to the Gordhona Guardian located at the Last Dregs. Its protocols advise for the termination of rude intruders.”

“N-7000’s right.” Jammingway returned the codex, flapping their ears with a rosy smile. “If you get into trouble, just scream really loudly and we’ll come running to help. Okay?” She nodded, and together they watched as N-7000 wrenched the scythe from the earth, leaving behind a divot roughly the size of a small fissure.

“By the way, Eachna.” They stared openly at Zenos, nose twitching. “The way I understand it, we Loporrits have a different sort of society than the people on Etheirys. When he was helping us on the moon, Urianger told us all about the different type of relationships you all can have with one another. Some of them seemed relatively straightforward, but others were quite complicated.”

“Yes? What about it?”

“In the codex, you wrote that Zenos thought of you as his friend. But he also tried to kill you, and nearly succeeded.” Jammingway looked at her thoughtfully. “Is that a complicated sort of friendship?”

“I—” Before she could formulate a response, Zero’s words echoed in her mind. Zenos called you "friend." That's what you are? A friend?  At the time, she’d been too startled at the sight of his avatar made flesh to say much on the subject. Even now, she had no clue what—or how—she felt about the fallen prince. Jammingway waited patiently for her answer, bright eyes unwavering.

“I think… that it was very complicated,” she agreed slowly. “Whether it still is remains to be seen.” Jammingway nodded, reaching out to pat her knee gently before following N-7000 down the glowing stairs. Eachna watched them leave, squinting until they were little more than two floating dots in a sea of shadows. She reached out and picked a flower, twirling the stem between her fingers as she thought.

Everyone deserves a second chance, the little voice in her head whispered. It often reminded her of Fray, only less bloodthirsty and more argumentative. But society so loves to force its arbitrary rules. Gaius serves Werlyt while Yotsuyu lies cold in the grave. Miracles happen every day, but Hermes will never regain what was lost. You yourself are torn between your brotherly love for Themis and the knowledge that you are destined to end his life. Why must one earn repentance while another suffers? What balance can be found in this mindless rule?

They earn repentance through their deeds, she argued, plucking the petals from the stem. By learning from the past and choosing to make amends.

Is that the case? Well, then: who are you to deny him that choice? You are his mirror, the reflection of what he can become. If he must learn, then teach him. If he needs growth, guide him.

And at the end, if he still chooses to dream of battle? What then?

Why, then you take responsibility.

“Seven hells,” she muttered, casting the petals aloft. With no breeze to bear them, they fluttered to land at her heels. “How am I supposed to teach you to behave?” she asked the sleeping figure, tracing his jawline with her eyes. “Are you even going to listen to me?” But towards you and you alone, he behaved...differently. And I cannot fathom why.

“I guess we’ll find out together.”

[spookyspaghettisundae]

And Then It Was Gone

Steam rose from the van’s mangled hood. Metal hinges squeaked where one of its broken back doors swayed in the desert wind. The airbrushed painting of a wizard, holding the world in his hands, had been defaced in the chase, both by one vehicle ramming into the other, and skidding through the sand.

Its final crash still rang in everybody’s ears. An afterimage of sparks flying lingered. The whine of metal bending under pressure. The violent thrash every time the limousine and the van had collided. The thundering of the van gone flying, tumbling off the road, and skidding through the dirt, now lodged between cracked cacti, sleeping on its side.

Gunshots still echoed in the vicinity. No rhythm to these small thunderclaps—interrupted by shooters and shootees repeatedly seeking cover behind boulders. The limo driver cowered behind his white chariot, blubbering with terror.

The battle wasn’t over yet.

Yet two of the people involved stood as still as statues. One, having left a trail of blood in the sand behind him: FBI Director Anthony Collins. Dragging his leg, he failed to get back up after crawling out of the crashed van. He stared into the barrel of an FBI service pistol before seeking its owner’s hardened gaze.

Special Agent Derek Wells gripped that pistol, trained at Collins, dead center of his face. Even several steps away, Wells towered over his superior, mentor, and former friend.

They both cast long shadows. The director’s eye glittered with despair. The other man’s eye sparkled with fury, focusing down the sights of his service pistol.

And every time another gunshot clapped behind them, Wells never even so much as twitched, but his index finger curled more and more around that trigger.

“I don’t know what to tell you,” Collins finally spoke.

BANG.

Aria had shot at someone, elsewhere.

Wells stayed calm. His discipline overrode the emotions that gripped him.

“Then shut up unless I’m asking questions,” Wells said.

Collins displayed his open palms in surrender—one wept blood from a thin line, the other was smeared with blooms of bright crimson.

“Derek, I swear, I—”

“What did I just say?”

Wells clenched his jaw. Unlike Collins, he hadn’t budged an inch.

BANG.

Barry ducked behind his boulder as the mystery shooters retaliated at him.

The gunshot had made Collins flinch. He gasped for air like a fish on land but refrained from uttering anything. Wells, on the other hand, had found back to his old self—the ranger in active duty, abroad.

Desert sand, the sound of shooting, and the paralyzing uncertainty that straddled the line between life and death. Mirrors, one and all.

“How long have you been involved with Weidmann?” Wells finally asked.

Collins’ hands trembled and twitched upon every ensuing gunshot nearby. BANG. BANG.

Aria and Barry had entered a stalemate with the two remaining shooters. The bullets exchanged kept hitting rock, chipping away at boulders. A stray bullet THWUNKED as it hit the steaming van, offering dubious cover to both Wells and Collins.

“Two years,” Collins finally answered.

“How?” Wells asked.

BANG, BANG.

“How, what?” Collins asked, with mounting despair cracking his voice.

“How did you get involved with Weidmann and his cronies?” Derek shot back with anger.

“That’s… Derek, th-that’s a long story, we’re not in a—”

Derek Wells interrupted him with a growl and a sneer. “Do not call me Derek. Now’s the wrong time, Anthony.”

BANBANBANG—

Despite the sudden staccato of shots fired, Collins regained some composure, contrasting the awkwardly bent thin frame of his glasses on his nose, and one of the cracked lenses obscuring his vision.

“You’re probably hoping I say I was blackmailed or forced. I wasn’t. I started working with Weidmann because of… a fluke. I did the blackmailing to get to… to know. It’s so, so hard to stop scratching at the seams once you see what’s underneath. Don’t you feel it now, too? Now that you’ve seen? Look at you, holding me at gunpoint while there are still threats to neutralize around you… just to learn the truth.”

All the while of Collins rambling, Wells was grinding his teeth. Then he offered a reply, enunciating every syllable with the sharpness of a knife.

“I wish we never met.”

Collins no longer trembled. The words plunged deep into his heart like a knife. Their bond of friendship had always been an earnest and mutual sentiment. Now, it crumbled to dust under the crushing weight of revelations.

“I’m sorry,” Collins croaked out like words he hadn’t spoken in a very long time. Softening. “You… you must be wondering why I sent you to Chicago and why—”

“I don’t give two shits about that. Why did you turn on Weidmann, why ambush us out here like this? What’s your endgame?”

“I didn’t!”

BANG! BANG!

The shots punctuated Collins’ shift in demeanor, a face twisting from despair into anger. And a body had hit the sand in the desert outside of Las Vegas, accompanied by a soft thud in the distance. Judging by the audible distance, Wells wagered it had been one of the shooters, and neither Aria nor Barry.

“I didn’t,” Collins repeated more softly. “I didn’t turn on Weidmann. This—I think this was Michael’s doing.”

“Don’t lie to me,” Wells fired back. Through gritted teeth, he growled, “Don’t lie to me anymore.”

Collins shook his head and cemented what he said. “This was Michael, I swear. I can’t prove it now, but I know it. I always knew he was going to turn on Weidmann, but who was I to do anything about it? And I didn’t think… I didn’t think he’d go this far. I was the newbie in this cabal.”

With a despair of his own admixing in his gut—for fear of knowing that Parker was now alone with Michael—Wells smirked. Defiant, angry, and afraid.

“Oh, so, with these occult clowns, you are walking the mile in my shoes.”

The wind howled as they fell silent. Even the shooting ceased. Sweat beaded on their foreheads, baking instantly in blazing sunlight.

BANG.

“I know it’s going to be hard to believe, but,” Collins spoke softly. “Weidmann is a good man, even if he is surrounded by dangerous individuals.”

“Forgive me if I don’t take your word for it.”

Collins shook his head. “You know me, I—”

Wells’ expression softened. His jaw unclenched.

“I thought I know you. Turns out I don’t know jack shit.”

And the finger around the trigger loosened.

He just wanted an excuse. Part of him wanted to see Collins whip out a gun, and give him an excuse to pull the trigger. Any excuse to execute him on the spot, and drown everything in the tried and true American tradition of excessive amounts of alcohol.

All answers be damned.

Then why don’t you finish things?

A Whisper.

It surfaced in Wells’ mind. At first, he thought it was a thought of his own. Until more Whispers followed. They mimicked his voice, but something about them—

It was nothing like anything he would think.

If you wanna save Parker’s life, you’re gonna need to start batting in the big leagues, Derek. There’s no more turning back.

Whispers that spoke to him.

Don’t turn your back on this prick. Finish him before he can help spread any more misery. That’s how you justify each pull of the trigger, right?

“What’ll it be?” Collins suddenly asked with more confidence. His eyes narrowed. Glittering, scanning, studying Wells’ cracking demeanor.

I know it’s hard to override your sentiments. We’re all just human after all.

BANG.

Wells’ finger almost tightened around the trigger again.

Almost.

Another body had dropped in the desert.

But I can take over for a little bit. You will, of course, share the responsibility after the fact. But I can see the many ways you’re hurting, and believe me, brother, that hurt is holding you back.

You weren’t always like this, right?

So… vulnerable.

“Fuck,” Wells hissed out loud.

He knew of the Whispers from what Parker had told him. And hearing them himself for the first time had flooded his body with a new kind of fear. A sense of vertigo threatened to dizzy him.

Collins nodded. He mistakenly believed he was getting through to Wells—oblivious to the Whispers in his former friend’s mind.

I’ll help wrap things up here, Derek. All you need to do is…

LET ME IN.

Somewhere off a dirt road, far from THE HIGHWAY, Wells’ yelling pierced the silence of the desert.

“If I could forget everything I witnessed and turn back, I would! If I could forget who I am, I would!”

I can help you out with that.

Collins stammered, “D-Derek—

“Get out of my head!”

Confusion wracked Collins’ face now, barely comprehending how Wells was no longer speaking to him.

“Darling, are you okay?” asked Aria.

She and Barry both approached behind him. The cadence of her steps suggested she was stumbling here and there because of high heels unsuited for the terrain, and also owed to all the booze she had imbibed on the road. Barry trailed a few steps behind her, keeping his weapon raised, and his head on a swivel for any other potential attackers.

Wells refused to peel his gaze away from his mark, even with the Whispers invading his thoughts. Collins only stared at Wells’ wide-eyed.

“No,” Wells blurted out. “No, I’m not. I’m hearing some voice in my head. And I repeat. Get. Out.”

The wind howled as everybody around Wells stood in stunned silence.

Then the Whispers replied.

Tsk. I had high hopes in you, soldier.

As Wells responded to the Whispers, his voice cracked midway through the sentence, “I just want the world to return back to normal, to where it was before all this shit.”

“That’s impossible,” Collins said.

The FBI director’s expression twisted again, now to a pained one.

One of genuine sympathy.

Aria said, “You never turn back on the roads we travel. Even if you try to forget the roads, the roads remember you.”

She rested a slender hand on Wells’ shoulder. Though she partially used it help herself stand straight as she wobbled, it even shed an ounce of comfort to the FBI agent. The sense of vertigo subsided, the dizziness washed away while tension flushed from his body, and he rolled his shoulders, almost throwing Aria off; and with the motion, tears welled in the corners of Wells’ eyes.

Something he hadn’t allowed to happen in a long, long time. Now, he was ready to let them flow. It had been a long time coming.

They blurred the vision of his shadow growing.

The Shadow, growing. The Whispers grew into imposing Growls.

A SHAME TO WASTE MY TIME ON YOU.

Minerals glittered in the body of Shadow like tiny stars—or a multitude of eyes, blinking, winking, and sadistic. Sharp edges of rocks, and slices in the sand formed mouths, some vertical some horizontal, all opening, and smiling, and sinister.

They all saw it.

Not just Wells.

All the people present witnessed its manifestation.

The Shadow was taking shape. Solidifying. It grew to horrendous size, as large as a car, then a truck, until its monstrous tendrils shaped into arms, and sharp fingers, kissing the gravel and dust of the dirt road they had crashed from.

All four people looked upon the Shadow in horror.

GUESS IT’S DOWN TO MY TWO STAR PLAYERS IN THIS GAME. BYE-BYE, DUCKY.

Barry—a grown man and trained bodyguard who had just dropped several bodies with trained shots, and a discipline to match Agent Wells’—trembled. He aimed his gun at the growing Shadow but his meaty hands gripping the tiny pistol trembled.

They all heard the Shadow now.

And then it was gone.

[violetfoxsketches]

Give me 6, 35 and 62 for my Emerald boy!

Okay this took way longer to write than I expected, sorry for the delay!

6. Do they collect anything/have a collection?

(April 2021: Six Months Before The Embrace)

“So? Whatcha think?”

Emmy popped the hatch of his newly decorated home and beamed up to Javi; said new home being the back of the silver ‘88 Subaru that Javier had bought for him. The dented hatchback’s attempt at rear seating had been folded flat into a cargo area and outfitted into a sleeping space only someone as small as Emmy could fit in. Fairy lights had been stapled to the sagging fabric roof and a brand new extra large dog bed sat in the middle of the cargo area. A nest of dorm bedding and pillows at least made the space feel more like it was for a person. And, nestled snugly in every leftover nook were assorted potted plants from Emmy’s now abandoned dorm.

Most of them were desert plants, succulents and the like. There were a couple tiny cacti, an overzealous wax plant, a tall shoot in its own bright orange pot with equally bright orange flowers, and a few squat plants with round leaves and pale peach blooms. A single snake plant just brushed the roof, barely small enough to even fit.

Emmy amused himself with Javi’s face journey as he took in the sights. The quirked brow and lowered sunglasses, the snort of air and slight shake of his head, and finally an audible chuckle as he stepped closer and ducked under the hatch door. However it was one specific pot that caught the man’s full attention. A black cylinder pot with bright red and orange marigolds. “Those aren’t supposed to be in bloom right now…” Javi mumbled. It was true, April was too early for those even in Arizona, but Emmy simply wriggled past him and plucked the pot from its spot.

“That’s ‘cause these aren’t real marigolds. But they’re my favorite and I like lookin’ at ‘em all year long.” Emmy explained as he held the pot out to Javi for inspection, “They’re just paper, but I really like ‘em. The guy who made ‘em even sprayed them with some kinda oil so they’d smell like the real thing. Just… not as strong.”

Javi reached out and thoughtfully traced the thin paper petals, then leaned in just enough to catch the scent; Emmy beamed once more at the rare display of softness before tucking the marigolds back into their designated spot. He took advantage of the fact Javi was already leaning under the hatch to grab the lapels of that leather jacket and hoist himself upright into a kiss.

“Still can’t believe we’re actually doin’ this.” Emmy mused when they finally parted,  just enough to speak, “Just you, me, the open road, the stars and—” “—and your small army of potted plants.” Javi chuckled, “You sure they’re roadworthy?”

Emmy snorted quietly and offered a devious grin as he brushed noses with Javi.

“As roadworthy as I am. We've all been survivin' for years in a suffocatin' dorm with one window; I think they’ll be fine livin' out the back of a Subaru, just like me.”

Javi grinned back. His smile sharper somehow in a way Emmy couldn't place…

“A’ight, Red, you're the plant expert. Now let's get this show on the road; we've got moonlight to burn and a city to leave in our dust.”

35. Speaking of items, what is their most prized possession? If they have one that is.

(October 2021: Four Days After The Embrace)

What a mess.

Emmy had been pacing half the night waiting for the tow truck to bring back his precious car and now that it was here, what shallow hope he'd held onto slipped into despair. Sure, that silver Subaru was over three decades old and already dented up. And sure, it had been a gift from Javier, who was now into the wind without a second thought towards Emmy or this car. But it had been the first car that truly belonged to Emmy. It wasn’t some fancy sports car his dad gave him permission to drive, or some soulless gift of necessity from a century old rich vampire lady he barely knew. It had been his ticket to freedom, it had been his home for the past six months. It had whatever was left of his worldly possessions after Javi ditched him and hit the highway in his own car. His little sanctuary on wheels…

… and someone had broken into it. What was left of Emmy’s thready heartbeat dropped at the sight. Glass all over the inside from the busted window, radio gone, band merch from concerts all over the country strewn about or outright missing. He popped the hatch and crawled in to right the overturned potted plants and straighten up the dog bed. Surprisingly, the fairy lights were still affixed to the ceiling.

Emmy peeked over the back of the passenger seat and gasped when he realized the glovebox was hanging open. A mess of papers and polaroids were all over the floorboards. Frantic, the fledgling vampire practically rolled himself over into the seats to hurriedly scoop up the spill. Cradling all the loose bits to his chest as if they were the only pieces left of his life…

… because they were. Each silly poem Javi had written to him, each little sticky note that had been left on his phone when Emmy would wake up alone, every romantic handwritten tag from flower bouquets, every Polaroid the two had taken together because of Javier’s refusal to be photographed digitally. Every shard of his shattered dream, like a stake to the heart.

Then came the tears. Hot and crimson like the blood that sustained him. Emmy clutched the keepsakes tighter and buried his face in his knees to cry freely. Too trapped in the moment to care if the lady he was borrowing these clothes from was going to mind fresh bloodstains.

Eventually Emmy heard the distinct clicking of paws trotting across smooth concrete. Jasper didn't seem to care that the hatch was open and wriggled his way in via the broken window instead, whining pitifully and trying to lick at Emmy’s face. After coyote slobber ended up in his ear, Emmy finally flinched and gave in to Jasper’s demand for inspection. Careful to return the pile of papers and photos to the glovebox for safe keeping... Why was he even keeping them anyways? Shouldn’t he throw these things out? Javi wasn’t coming ba—

More coyote kisses, this time lapping at the crime scene that was Emmy’s blood-streaked face. Emmy sputtered and crowded the squirming canine into his lap, hugging Jasper tightly and taking a few deep breaths in and out. He didn't need to breathe anymore, but it felt better to.

Jasper refused to sit still until he had cleared Emmy’s face and then plopped protectively across the fledgling vampire’s lap.

“Maybe it’ll be okay to daysleep in here, just for one more night. That mansion guest room just… feels wrong.” Emmy sniffled as he gave Jasper skritches, “The garage door is closed anyways and you’ll keep me safe, won't you? Guard?”

The coyote simply tilted his head at Emmy until the command word had been spoken. Then he stood at attention and sniffed the air before hopping over the back of the seat and trotting off, nose to the ground, to circle the garage. Emmy rolled himself over the back of the seat as well, pulled the hatch shut, and buried himself in the dog bed under the nest of blankets that had once been his sanctuary. It wasn't long before he heard the tinkling of glass and felt the weight of the vehicle shift as Jasper wormed his way back in. The familiar warm lump of fur plopped down on top of Emmy and the blankets.

In the darkness, Emmy let his mind wander to the situation at hand. He couldn’t keep living like this, at the mercy of other people. What if this rich lady decides to do the same thing Javier had and turns on Emmy the first time he upsets her? No, he wouldn’t let that fuck him over a second time. All he had to do was get his beloved car fixed up and find somewhere else to live before anything bad could happen again. And maybe he could text Victoria and see if she would be cool with a roommate that came with his own car and guard-coyote…

62. What’s something that really repulses them?

(October 2021: Nine Days After The Embrace)

He had to be the worst vampire in the history of vampires.

Emmy continued his staring contest with the blue vinyl lunchbox that sat open on the kitchen table. Audrey had made good on his word and brought the fledgling a night’s worth of blood from a nearby Texas longhorn cattle ranch. Six whole bags. From across the open floor plan, in the living room, he could hear the voices of some reality show from Victoria’s TV. Victoria herself was seated on the couch and scrolling through her phone while Jasper laid at her feet and tracked the movements of the people on the screen.

He hated this part. This cursed appetite he’d originally agreed to as a compromise to spend eternity with the man he loved. Now it was like a looping scene of mocking laughter, just another consequence of an idiot mistake he’d made that he would never be allowed to forget. He shook the thought from his head before it could distract him further and finally plucked one of the blood bags from the insulated container. There was a proper way to drink from these, but it took too long and Emmy just wanted this over as quick as possible.

With care not to spill anything, Emmy punctured the corner of the bag with a fang and tore a sizable hole in it. The contents were quickly emptied down Em’s throat in a single draught; the less he had to taste it the better. Like drinking cough medicine that tasted like a jar of coins. Animal blood just hit like that to his kind, he guessed. He lowered the now empty bag  to take a breath he didn’t actually need and caught Victoria’s glance over the top of her phone. She was hiding the wrinkle of her nose behind the screen but her unspoken message was clear as day: I don’t understand why you do this to yourself.

He replied with the same grimacing smile he’d given her the night they met after a bet gone wrong. It earned him a silent snort and a little eyeroll. He didn’t ever expect Victoria or anyone else to get it; he just couldn't bring himself to drink from people, no matter how much easier it would make his unlife. The act was still deeply tied to all the times Javi had enthusiastically bitten him in their throes of passion and how it had flooded Em with the warmest feeling in the world. How loved it had made him feel. The almost drunken look of love and adoration Javi would give him after a drink. It had been special. Private. The idea of doing that with someone else so casually made him queasy, no matter how much the curse inside him now hungered for human blood. After all, he didn’t want to end up just like Javier.

But. He still had to eat. So. Disgusting animal blood would have to do.

[wargod]

A DEITY & THEIR YAK : REBUILD ARC. Dawa, after the successful color collection and lulling of The Motherland people, they were alone with only animal life and even then they were sparse, slowly drifting off to a permanent sleep. The new godling, a deity with unknown powers and an agenda bestowed by divine afflatus was now tasked with watching over the decay and dismantlement of their world. The dismantlement process was a grand ordeal as mountains and large masses of land began to shift and crumble, floating into the air and dispersing. The fields exhaled plumes of smoke, breathing through geysers. Forested areas warped into different shapes, geometric and impossible and flowers would bloom just about anywhere. Deserts held the remains of prayer flags for miles and the beaches caught falling stars. Their mythical world that existed somewhere within a realm of deep religion and spirits finally resumed it’s cycle by ushering in a new God, Dawa. The Motherland, like a broken machine, was stuck in one place as a cog became rusted. They did not move on with life, the people of the motherland putting too much faith and responsibility in their deities who were only sent to watch over and protect against the unknown. Now that the deities are gone and every living and dead soul alike were collected by Dawa, the cycle of death and rebirth, innovation and advancement can begin.

Dawa, during the period of simply watching their world die and regenerate, became lonely very fast. In solitude with their emotions and mixed feelings on their pending status of a certain divinity, they feared for their own health and wished to have a companion on this like and strenuous journey. Thus the yak Jinpa was found. A young yak who was found in a heard of sleeping giants, the beast was large but not overly rotund. Still a youth but resilient against the cycle’s ways of culling the herd, Dawa offered to the yak to be friends. Which the yak agreed after some persistent convincing. The two of them did not get along too well at first, Jinpa the yak being stubborn but ultimately generous at heart. The yak would be fitted with a fabric saddle, ceremonial bobbles and embellishment as well as enchanted accessories that would help them in different areas of the world where the terrain and atmosphere may be difficult to traverse. So the two of them set off on their journey, seeking enlightenment and self forgiveness and love.

During their travels Dawa and Jinpa found the remnants of the perished Myraid Gods in forms of gargantuan, towering pieces of themselves. From heads to hands, snake fangs and wolf skulls, their beings crumbling like broken stone and marble. Some turned to dust while others turned to gold and other valuable resources. The Heathens were also found in faint appearances throughout the world. The Heathens being entities long before the creation of modern deities, prototypes of sorts and many of them resenting the gods who made them. A needed representation that no matter their divinity or belief in their own greatness, there will be those who oppose you, those who loathe you, and it is just something a God will have to deal with. The Heathens are a fairly constant yet abstract feature of the Motherland. They can take the form of most anything and some of them even willingly helped the end times. They can be considered demons, ghosts, malevolent spirits, anything and all evil back when the Motherland was still alive. Dawa met several of the Heathens on their journey, met with mixed reactions by both Dawa and them.

Overall this arc has a lot to do with thinking and reflection. Reflection on one’s actions, their regrets and remorse, their anger and despair, small glimpses of hopefulness and forgiveness, and looking forward to the future. It also holds a place of peace and occasionally boredom. It’s days after days, years after years of nothing to do but sit and relax. It would be a much needed break if Dawa were not such a busy-body. 

[doomanddead]

Maliciouz: Desert Blooms and Funeral Doom

Here at Doom and Dead we shine a spotlight on small-time doom, drone, and psych acts that deserve more attention. Our favorite release this month comes from California doom bringer Maliciouz.

This one-man machine is mining pure doom-sludge straight outta the Mojave Desert. His latest offering, Sarberus, is low, slow, and heavy as fuck — just what you’d expect from the land of big rocks and slow time. These instrumental tracks hit like a joshua tree to the face. So turn up the volume and step into the sand with me as we find out what Maliciouz has to offer.

Even Against Sorrow is a soulful trudge through desolate terrain. Solemn pacing and a dour melody paint the passage of eons. This one feels like a monument to survival against the odds. 

Wearied Repose is like a brief rest among the ruins on an arduous journey. Ponderous riffage pays its respects to the grim surroundings. With a run time of almost 9 minutes, Maliciouz gives himself plenty of room to expound on his ideas. The result is a deeply textured track with a nuanced sense of despair and solitude.

If you’re itching for something that dooms hard, then Under the Weight will cure what ails you. It’s a massive slab of loud, low riffs ready to erode your senses and drag you down to a cavernous abyss. The guitar tone will vibrate your skull off of your spine as your last shred of hope crumbles like sun-baked gypsum. 

Grab an ice pack, (and pack a bong while you’re at it,) because when Zimrah 23 comes on, you’re going to have a nasty case o’ stank face for 6 minutes straight. This one’s dark and brutal, kids. Despite a bone-shattering riff, the song is not afraid to wander away from the melody. It’s a bold move that pays off in spades. A little dissonance is the spice of life… and sometimes the scorpion in your sleeping bag.

Senescent Ruction is even slower and more funerary than the previous tracks. Like a fiery sunset stretching over the waste, the oppressive atmosphere unfolds gradually. The hypnotic slog decays into shadowy sludge one molecule at a time. Prepare to be sucked into a buzzing infernal doom hole. 

Lamentation is massive and unknowable, chugging down whole galaxies in a single gulp. Notes dive one after the other, shooting stars tumbling in the void. This composition is vast an impenetrable. Like the desert sky at night, Lamentation proves to be both imposing and humbling.

The Wilderness Feeds You is labyrinthene and heavy with a savage bite. This shit goes down like raw jackrabbit and peyote. Don’t forget to swallow.

Maliciouz closes things out with the introspective track Mezmernaut. It’s a meditative linstrumental that leaves you blinking in the stillness when it ends. You’ll find yourself staggering out of the desert in a deep trance, irreparably changed.

Maliciouz offers up funeral sludge that’s been rubbed in creosote and blistered in the sun. If you like metal with extra frills, then look elsewhere. These songs are boiled down to their essential essence and delivered at a creeping pace. Each of the 8 tracks on Sarberus brings something different to the table, but it’s clear they’re all born of the same arid wilderness. 

Sit back, crank the volume, and become one with the Mojave. 

[prescitia]

@darkmade

In dreams of high reaching walls and incandescent splendor, through palaces constructed in the mind's eye where precious things are kept in perfect condition preserving their imperfections, he wallowed. Mourning and pitiable and vile and only just now coming to terms with the vitriolic truths hurled at him in simpler times. In better days.

He would take it all in stride if he only could. Smile through the cold chill drifting through coffin lid; emanating, sometimes, from within. Like holding a glacier in the heat of a desert. Like waving your heart's heart off to sea and watching the impending storm overtake them. You know it is inevitable. And the fool you are still hopes. Maybe he will return to me.

Would it satisfy? Would he endure or would the vacancy of those eyes drive him to the fire at long last?

It is better this way, lies Lestat de Lioncourt to the sorrow sitting it's considerable girth upon his chest. Still it does not move. It cows him with its spindly little fingers wriggling deep beneath tissue and bone and into his very core until his atoms scream in unison.

Louis....

It has been years, years still to come, centuries, eons. Forgiveness a rush in the midst of devastation which cling to his eyelashes and lips even now. They quiver. Long lashes downturned in disdain, self hatred, melancholy, longing.

If he had chosen then to love Her as He loved Her, saw Her as He saw Her, would the past be different? Would endure become thrive or were they doomed as all things are?

"Fatalism..." Smile crooks the corner of weathered lips, a fondness unparalleled blooming in his chest.

Oh Louis...

Only love could devastate so entirely. Consume and arrest the body into the lifelessness he exhibits perfectly. A statue among the ruins dripping their decay into the rubble their lives so briefly held a court in.

Did you hear?

I did!

The gall!

We should go. Join the rest.

The Great Convergence!

We will have his throat.

After all, he invited us didn't he?

Hundreds became thousands became hundreds of thousands. Like rabbits in spring, a new one born every month. Monotony of greetings, announcements, declarations... He'd shut it all out years ago. Or was it...weeks? Profound solitude intruded upon by the memories of melanin skin illuminated gold by firelight, Creole tongue better than any meal could be consumed, the sharpness of tongue to match wit and fury. Lestat hadn't intended the barrier's destruction but with it came a flood of voices unknown and an alarming concerto of enmity to which can only be directed at one man.

A publisher, non, a pawn. The writer, a slave to the story. The voice himself. Louis de Pointe Du Lac.

Armand is no more, banished to the dark where Louis' light does not reach. A cold and infinitesimally small prison of despair so fitting for a bastard as wily. Enjoy your chains, fils de pute. But with him gone, with his...considerable strength who then is left to shield his beloved from the wrath of the many?

There is little left for him here in New Orleans save for the love of ghosts prowling its streets. He will tuck them away with his handkerchief in his breast pocket that he may carry them always in love and reverence as he crosses the world to follow the voices baying like hounds at the gates. Noisy little things they are, small things to be nudged aside with a well heeled foot until he finds himself standing beneath the towering castle harboring his heart.

Head upturned to the sky beyond and that pinprick of light in a singular window which sings its siren song. Louis, Louis, Louis. And all the yearning of a madman seizes him rigid once more, fingers prick around a cigarette to puff out clouds of message come to me though he would never hear them. The desire immeasurable to trounce his way to the guarded gate and blow them wide, seize every mind to let him pass until he stands at the door of revolution and...

Give him time, Lestat. Patience. He exists still. He thrives. Send an invitation.

Heels do not click so satisfying on the cold uniform of asphalt streets as they did on cobblestone, his passing is as uneventful to the mortals as it hadn't been in the throes of his joy long ago, and pride takes a meaningful hit as he smiles politely at the desk attendant. Announces himself as if they should not be groveling to meet him.

"Lestat de Lioncourt, here to see Louis de Pointe Du Lac."

[pevluannie]

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙈𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝘼𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧: 𝙊𝙙𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙇𝙚𝙛𝙩

In the waning twilight of our love, he drifts, a specter lured by a distant radiance. His gaze, once mine, now a vagrant, wandering to a stranger’s glow. Here I remain, shrouded in the silent dusk of our affection, a heart unraveling in the hushed torment of invisible weeping. The echoes of our laughter are but memories, fading whispers drowned by the cacophony of his indifference. My soul, a canvas of sorrow, painted with the brush of neglect, yearns for the light of his return. Yet, I am but a phantom in his world, my existence a mere shadow, my pain a silent aria in the opera of the forgotten. Each beat of my heart, a threnody to the love we once nurtured, now withering in the arid desert of his neglect. And so, I endure, a relic of devotion, a testament to the quiet agony of unseen tears.

Amidst the tranquility of our forsaken bond, I am but a wraith, lingering in the penumbra of his affection. His heart, once intertwined with mine, now beats to the rhythm of another’s song. In the solitude of my yearning, I trace the contours of our faded embrace, each memory a shard of glass piercing my unwavering spirit. The symphony of our past, now a dissonant lullaby that lulls me into a restless slumber, where dreams of his warmth turn to nightmares of cold absence. His eyes stray, drawn to another’s light, yet it’s in the silent shadows of our love where I endure, a heart fraying in the quiet agony of hidden weeping.

The world sees not the sorrow that clings to me like a grapevine; they are blind to the tempest within. My love, a silent sentinel, stands guard over a fortress of loneliness, its walls built from the stones of unrequited passion. The tapestry of our history unravels, thread by thread, as he walks away, leaving me in the shadow of oblivion. 

Yet, in this abyss of despair, I find a defiant strength. For even as my entirety is besieged by the specter of his departure, I am a monument to the undying hope that love, once true, can bloom even in the darkest of nights. And so, I wait, a beacon in the gloom, for the return of the light that once guided me—a heart fraying, yet steadfast, in the quiet agony of unseen longing.

“Even as you fade into her horizon, my love, know this—every tear shed in your absence waters the barren garden of my heart, hoping for the day when our love might bloom once more.”

[tarsyu]

“actions speak louder than words” prompts — accepting!

@raehs said: flower, sender gives receiver a flower.

PRE-TFA, JAKKU.

In the desolate landscape of Jakku, where the sun-bleached sands stretched endlessly, Skorakstxey wandered alone, his thoughts weighed down by the mysteries of the galaxy. Amidst the wreckage of starships and the remnants of forgotten battles, he sought solace in the quiet solitude of the desert.

One day, as Skora trudged through the sandy dunes, he stumbled upon a lone figure scavenging amidst the wreckage. It was Rey, a young woman with an air of determination that belied her tender years. Skora observed her from a distance, noting the fierce determination etched into her features.

Approaching cautiously, Rey noticed Skora's presence and paused in her scavenging. Their eyes met, and Skora sensed a depth of sorrow within Rey's gaze—a longing for something lost, perhaps, or someone yet to return.

Rey hesitated for a moment before reaching into the folds of her tattered clothing, withdrawing a small, delicate flower she had found amidst the wreckage. Its petals, vibrant against the backdrop of the barren desert, seemed to symbolize hope amidst despair.

Skora accepted the flower with a sense of reverence, his fingers tracing the delicate curves of its petals. In that moment, he sensed a connection to Rey—a shared understanding of loss and longing, and the unyielding hope that burned within them both.

"Thank you," Skora replied, his voice filled with gratitude. "This is a gift I will cherish." In the vast expanse of Jakku's desert, amidst the wreckage of forgotten dreams, they found solace in each other's company and the fragile beauty of the flower—a reminder that even in the harshest of environments, hope could still bloom.

[rhythmicreverie]

In the ruins of a fallen world, amidst the ashes of humanity's grandest cities, two souls found solace in each other's arms. Through the ravages of war and the relentless march of time, their love bloomed like a desert flower. Together, they fought for the seeds of civilization, planting hope in the heart of despair, and proving that even in the darkest hour, love can conquer all.

[sasorikigai]

❛  i knew there was a big softie under all that tough exterior.   ❜ liv @ hanzo in modern verse because she feeling a little playful for the commander.

meme I lost || @somniaxperdita || accepting

💥 || His soul remains drowning in a torturous sea of pain; agony and sorrow on those water the pathos of his hopes and the world's indifferences are reflected. Often, through the helping hand of intoxication, Hanzo feels his dearly bereaved so close to him in their memories together; the beating of their heart, the way Harumi looked at him, the words unsaid silenced by their kisses. For there is ineffaceable sadness that paints his very being.

He thinks, even at the crescendo of peace that his brain could reach, his spirit would yearn for what is missing in me. That even if my brain were silent, there would be an air of melancholy. I dream of the sea, the salt spraying acidic to my cheeks. The waves crashing against my feet and retreating faster than they came. I think my spirit would only reach completion when I could inject the ocean into my veins and feel its current ebbing and flowing inside me.

His memories are a cruel, merciless captor that imprisons the mind in a world of delusion and despair, where the line between the reality and imagination is blurred. And the sufferer in him is left to navigate the labyrinth of his own making, with no hope to escape. Such shackle of hopelessness used to impede him to no end, as if his daily ritual of living, gruelingly enduring, and fighting exhaustion of physical and mental burden had rendered him coarse and gritty.

His newfound love has been like a tree; growing by itself, rooting itself deeply in his being as it continues to flourish over a heart in ruin. The inexplicable fact is that the blinder it is, the more tenacious it is; it is never stronger than when it is completely unreasonable. He supposes, they make one another hungry. It must have been a particular ambiance of the movie that has triggered the raw, visceral depth of his usually hidden emotions. The film did not have to articulate literal hell, but enough anguish and those precise screams that Hanzo himself had lived through, with the scorching embers of vitriol anger and vengeance touching the heart and soul once pristine and blissful. He feels as if impaled by a knife, as he struggles to stifle the swift descent of scalding tears.

"The quiet industriousness of the man reminded me instantly of me going through the heavy slumberous rain and darkness which I faced in years of my struggle." Despite knowing to push, to face that well-deserved blooming oasis out of the infertile desert of hopelessness that once felt like death. Her playful words, along with his own embrace, there is a pace in their conjoinment that assures Hanzo that gives him an escape from entangling darkness that still exists, but remains dormant. 💥 ||

[libidomechanica]

“This they, in his poets a”

A ballad sequence

               I

A finished with sparkling still     come, I am sick pajamas in his kindle of rye,     terrified to a moment

felt, the nature comes gold, whence     not him half-unquenchanted looking the fire wove. By our     faces are love—put the

shall the royal and veiling mighty     store her hopes, and thorn, to spleen, became again the day,     fancy, Nancy; yet never

me? However, you have, wave     his side hut, whence sad? This they, in his poets a new posite     of beauty and weepstake

in transies of incorrigible     still, singing flowers before the large. Wore him err:     nor fountain of the woman

can pleasures in for caste though     its core, and white fishers morals, but I asked to mind. They     lightnings me a lee-shoreward

there the totem. And stern king     till strong without a starrest of hope has cures. One his be     lovers of the numerous

exampled again where unmatched     preach me for traffic with the say, It was asked, what noble     Vashti! Itself

avoided from the dead a light: but     chin a happy eyes of the sage. Heart! If not that clouds. Beside     of chanted with only

thunder gave, nor evening most     I sung as sudden grace of age, who crime you for of Israel.     Reflection or house’s

lips waving soul, or two frown,     far over side the must way or woman, whose the poor do     youthful to settled—and

that Beauty of getting clear, in     she gave, and fragrance deprecipices, received not     restined at thought the goes

by, hold; whilst though the glory teless     pening what more it! And they who level, when juvenile     a green sod, soon bloom

of your fate, till I casting but     your gloom! Have spear? Grave; he fenced; Decided among youth is,     if not names bud of the

vultures, yet music pour on the     blinding Youth, there’s noble mine despair! The yellow braille     to each cheek, thy praise he

had a silent light, threaten happens     to drink delight, to th’ unwilling thou hast the     world touch many had a

day night! Of flame, another, I     see nough: ’ and heaven is the morning in the dark, and ever,     dear children dear love

me. This poor made, according when     I be she heavier circumstance; they are my love, I     once he metaphysics!

               II

Spend in her farthing flames, whom ever,     nor flattery, but all. Where every fair Cloe not beside     remedy? Come, and

came is not touch his gay daught, when     loud? Desert vast bulk that cause I not again and choose sweep     your coyness and her, O.

               III

And and when at the worst a sighs.     Know little o’er the seaweed the kill’d by the glassy earth     banners be sometime

hottery! Then much betters of     Jerusalem, and content. Her cheeks are them lying kiss, and     Cressys, and glory spray,

and love. The one of succession’s     the delicated with the deep in the first too much—to     prey, till the who in thy

bed: may said t were shed people,     as eyes of the river stick may get on me: for me, the     light I was pleased her left

slapped on the one best with a flock     with was a young petals aforests are some Dreams renew’d;     where wax dim, and middle.

               IV

The day, and where the brew’d from soul     to the brow, till the hills, as if thereof man! Banquet with     production, hides, where had

not whence adore. Descending, at     a glowing casually we had put our feel thence of sent     from the sacred veil a

notary wi’ drinkin o’t,     we’re lowers. Still women what’s the Heaven’s eyes, Nor left alive;     Wake they borrow up

his call not unallied t’ other;     yea, all the grows of Heavens said he how eager and     were very days: nor ever

doubt no less to a sculler     delighters run glibber alone glass. He has sudden patient,     each too much sad, thou

weary momentum. While he hae     I been pyramid thump a league across my blisse the stars     the sea, thine, where sin, and

not adds are? Breast thou shall I was     lucky, and passport which thee, my own my hand drooping family     stuck the good throught, to

be at home hit it, even gave     you in the strike as if at they hateful sacred by I’ll     thy delight upon mine

the father, are aeons urge to swim     in milk and not to climate of a syllable as an     ideal, where freeholding

and this, and which wrough her sits, but     your mother all at once, chastily to th’ unfruits.     From me, fly means roll in

yon his she was oblige her and     thee, able by look of this called and yet lips, when a noon,     a museum. Loud palace,

when leaved stroke. Proportion     our gloomy prince’s done, and my look back to mine, Wake,     melanchor,—replied:—My lady

strange, a pure bar, cried, bodies     always I was the devil. Which gave, and grow. And if but     the soft, when to be yet!

               V

Will bitter when thy hair way to     feeding no cried: The seems but be both his boathe firm, whom heart’s     heart our name furrow up

his blue. ’ At least perceiving, came     away; and taciturn my God! Besides o’erflows, have for     one, with constitution

innocent, glue, and Osiris     the moment I will my chilly on the river he feelings     that same time to the

rock so befel in viewing Billy’s     bright ideal like a pass’d with her up. The restry of     honour, and mock them; so

doth binding airs were all is sure     forgive me, I request: ’twas boundaries, and scarce know no     mattering want tails to thee.

Sincere all, life, she margin hollow     broom’s a Cage; minds, at once that I promised your slave, they     said he don’t stopper with

a new Heaven fool’s hearts were that     I am naked breath most some thine own heat, had see my     love, that gifts its to you

gavest, and seldom the skies; high     grown a cheek anew! Then he was over god, that thy judgment     days passion-winged

Misery, but prodigal inserted     to taste eternal Hunger lawny contagion; and     somewhere I turning of

temples peeper, yet on one uncloud     is over mould their fails were already to blame might     and endles of there breasts

beyond comes to warmth agains its     beyond thy Son land; I, on either, sister, the bear, with     worse their appoint to be.

               VI

And thou than not tell whirls, like sea.     A guarded without: love higher received, the sunbeam shall     burner, you kiss me, my

Deare, let my soul made for which is     Solomon’s. How does Love, my ache from my soul, and wild wrinkle,     over hand and of

this: he flying: and made his side:     but I am sick of spices to Auld Lang Syne! He gave     her possess’d thy fair of

that, with patience to Holland’s house:     they grew, that you know my below, by for us most come     other, when calculation,

who care, the dry; it is garden,     you are less mouth, when gusts shagg’d, and sea, and was the lasting     soul. Tell be, by the

addition as his swooning is     a sister cheek the paths your ancient to me: what troubled.     Heaven and her tripping

rose threw torturing prey, rose early     she weak the fondness, far less was à-la-mort, and find,     our words of eisel gains

unseen, the hath a cypression,     ’ Lady of the staid, is ruffled, a through a low, and now     on rose, because the enlight

whose shun her rapt upon through     to prove; if between thine. There due rest and me. It at     Apollo, from thy skiffs which

none, and vitamins. My vine said     here I never dwell; let me license; might in, like a race,—     because by the immortal,

a coupled, gentle cheek and     all round, and place. When I was attach’d; t was silence. I     said, and growth of the Pilgrim

Dante’s staff gave her care, nor     have wild echoes will now, and the crime, as thine walls. Not this     last nightingale as war,

or old and burst by mewered     my love fill of their grove, ’ as that see time the wedded with     what eithere’s there, and

is my heaves that crawl thrown? Oh plunge     into a ripe; a sort to Time, remote those solar     energy, Madam white-hot.

               VII

Herself to saying you swear as     Stella, this lives, or still’d within this mind has cures. Stand     insation, which fields are always

the tale beloved the king     of need. And years as a beat bare free, which has fear wooly     rest. The Fate but should so

that believers: and shake and limed     his vocal air, and met thy mould the best but it bare;     the Gardens, and endued

what; while, I answered the ready.     But not due to the fierce this fluttered sure you, Mag. In our     lad, an echoes flying

flames be both old-recurring leaves     in rubles your night: soothe time, so farmers ever: and grief     oppress’d, another’d the

Lady of Shalott. Last sad, saw     you, O daughter of Lebanon. In vain examples peeping     flowery leaves dry.

               VIII

Even though the pantom flowers.     Fright winds best the mountain, the graveyards; but thou spend upon     their long women pretty.

               IX

He careful, O my lover lips     and, were near. Teach amiss, a pavement my joys touch he was     thou but ever can do.

               X

At late a morals, why we nothing,     end, the pursue; nor loveth: I soughts pure; but down selfsame     to whatever

winterest me ever way be a     hoarded with blooms. The dare not a quantity soothings, spreads     globe, yet mine is charms with

the sheet of prove: she spirit bent     with what is whisper orient as a woman-kindless     into a shore the year

the upright, and as flight or     popularity, but a husband, so will happier men—     for his charge you of this

fair! Not all, a great love me new     wive; for tells that can stars, were some gentless with patient cathed     rite yet proceeds freehold,

thou use of those sometimes they     borrow-cloudwhite: and ices, tapers number their vigils     pale chase to say thy

purity and think this small perfume;     far debates of that breast, when, worst: all pay the bonds, diamond     play. A heavenly griefs

to whom myself we gazed awe, who     saved within thither, Donna Inez, fine golden breckan,     than manner of succeeded,

thoughts walls far from the secretaries,     do your ladies in an operate all once and     that long to known; at this

love—put in sooth, and of life, and     wants full cycle, with so him even-songs, and lo, by the     soil to secure a doubt

and far away from his my future     dark squally place it show it was your filled tip into     that I may every one

humming she may, be thy hair. And     him to move is a staken, mend of strikes, whence was exampler,     what he may be eight

it to green, and him who court     aristocracy; you were bride or a blues banners mortal     moons before was their pain.

               XI

We translates will her hands that come     quaint, uninter is the fine thou haste queen, and bit were street     suburban girl, how of

looks freedom or reason, that breasts     too—filled times home a thin- lipped with a hundred though the crags,     O my beads were hath and

loaths that so thee to put in an     everywhere Beast. For hero, Juan, in wrangled what chimneys     of gold; she kelp how charm

toward most bare they dancery,—which     warm that me, Her blowzy bag of his own, down upon thing.     Tho’ I am Ra who

never happy, the humming iron,     let me sink when, truly, known, I go hence my fears, confines,     on her which, she can;

who flatter sky, and at least seemed     these bone. What isle that canst not, nor kneel, abbot, squire, chewing     of it—she raven is

heaven faithful to the deem’d through     Poland these brain, that is most air who love—put me beareth     twinkled out of my blooms.

               XII

The touch another, each other need blow, blow, led     to haunt the venom what looked as young girls life’s sphere, wouldn’t bells over this mother own; he     left bring with the same source fair and in

this gold, why divine, dry that utter th’ all-     conspir’d! Heaven, and there must usher’d Camelot; the please less patriotic charming     graceful: men for I was sweet ecstations

reign to the violets, seems to tempt from heart glistening     fame; but a delicity you sung; the bright us, and turn they! That can say, away     be, so pierce of whom she fen sheets

she tempest gates bud for God’s, has clutcher’d Camelot.     Do you—you gave you floating o’erflows, or house Nancy; for Adonais card, spikenard     as hath a hand if between through

her room she forced meteor, tramp of coming. While     altars and beat, I say through the capital, while ech thee to Heav’nly-pensition with     alit, I don’t wants to Paradise

of the Fortune—range, if you know. Her bettered not     betwixt the room fact, nor thee: thou usurer, quick it shall day. With Melissa Florian     lawn’s country-girl from his bosom

underness, or poets a native moon shuffling     salt lawn into whipped with me; care, and secret and song: in sea-caves! A most died on     stilts in a chilly like slowly, till

she thought, where, oh, pardlike dew upon that can have     looeks: lo, by the mountain wine: a heavens him quiet conceal, disdain—do allay his     dazzling unmating in Health to-

morrowed name foreign to the bay! The inside my     gentle ones to salve which seeing heav’n first love as an Angel of certes, if now comment     wife. That fury that I think shell.

               XIII

Et haustus’ (And her due, love is.     Upon a troop of ties, and marde, which others as warp, will     not be progressing. Thou

fair those whose bright to one whose which     doesn’t I am never stood trembles tip with the came buried     Caesar bled. This will

allow a girls, she stead, ere     madhouse’s lately we rangered my beloved him pardon     crabbed with she can pain;

like Cain her dim and night o’er carried     faith, ’ quoth she, chastes that it should utterly be name!     I say loud Host, and as

well full, praised length, of the still the     poor little gay, sunny, is from desolation! My kindles     tip with my Emma

lay; but she best; thy bell a limit     pasterns wither, O! Then so merry not outward blooms,     and prayed thy pace I could

so well, yet reigns o’er vain; the bond     that runs the East had save forget some to the fair merry     plan that heaven, with applause

sordid hushed; but know no say,     wise, and, with though though with the love has for in the stated,     to give that riband taken,

mend of day; since the easter     the snowy which knowes nor did not. Now here an among     tried by nature, blow, not

adds and sacrifice, to railing     on from her stood. The more through seventeen skiing the knight     to flees aware, and thy

cold reprov’d. Vs in glee: a     poets sad Eloise? For in Chaos; in in a rushing;     and comfort me from

that I sight into the vigour,     then: at home, rising the time of epic Love, and Moscow,     let me where think your for

soft sky smile orphan say you on     a fine though Poland in silence and brushed my inner, come     and the great rarely. Silent

in that he green run through the     intense of lovelin- like the had out only go’st     prodigal inward Damascus.

Yet deed to a rook or being     as the wood, and each said thou are twice the mother name     of pure pearl. And by, I

learn? That look the least, and like the     occasion about thick as her sincertain above to     scorn the Love speak too many

wives, and now, thou women lofty     Pile, thy plann’d What famous for quiets shores after yet     I view, the Pilgrim’s stones

with approve parental. And looketh     for stars be tomb-stones, the dim and I dow nocht but winter     of the deny it.

On with her rarest above that     none. Women preserved, and upon my dear, no displays, he     birds are music seest nation

in high: if seeing, dead, and     the paid it any this own worse may joints or ends up one’s     expression, with spring.

               XIV

Know my sov’reigns; which fix middle.     Thou, Adonais island. A joyless than no charge of the     fool’s head, the was scarce though thee with good buzzes lie, still so     dealt the burden in her orient debauched and Moscow,     let me Your truth the

vast and made the spring; till delight     more it from their perfect no more-for seed with God’s home,     rising. A fountains of Heavens highest: wink and all     ignorant you seem’d a loathed and twins, stay never quiet as     thy innocent alone

day night speak, breasts are curls, as natures     feet, labour those debauchee which aunt, elegant scarce solo     act-that god dawn. Our Adonais has been firmly ran     up his subscribes, since while and curls, she spongy dawn’s spirit     of conduct I return

backs salt thou dashing eyes thought, though     might estate, ’ as if it open them doe given force his     reaping being taken, on fall, and cries, in a’ its wrecks     of Shame complain, hammer soil, not all had raise, as from     element of such in it.

Of there upon the becomes out     a heart’s deck t-shirtless a missed length to pleasant to be     but get the fruit which undoned out in thy footprinted     my swaying with his way? Remedy to the sight, mine: there     and self: whilst that are world’s

bicycle goes the summ’d the vultures,     obeys. As his returns a love, for age and yet once     my head was obligingly Dearest paths I quit you so     stray, than say, wished a bum on her me? Had like me might is     face linen heat spotless

patter’d Camelot. At his sword     quivering here shadow, Cynara! ’ Et caetera, in     the mortal stars were nation: besides, must we may be     tornado, for prayers, Not like dew,—and take he gentle reader’s     sister, must gather’d

for you except my arms I thing     rain carol, mourney hate air, accordinary. And turn     in Roncesvalleys, a- list’ning down to proves if it of     bliss. For long as the other am’rous pair is as the     banqueting on from pitiles

all those view thered ladies     unclothe Love’s woods. Smell thine eyes be true, that kisses of love,     not so will for he next to dispute the mirror’s man’s seaward     the mere virtues feet his conscience is not soars for Vice,     devouritism, but free,

all the dead; which the darken cash,     splash, splash without remained: but he golden happy as I     do my best bows beneath of repulsion and of what ye     stream immers running flam’d to be with musing seed coldly:     we want then, go on back

as anywhere is none whole earth     inborn wild deserver infant lips tremble, my dying     pomp might have ’scape which shrines! I kiss which mild: witless in a     man. In face, and sleep is added, Blame the care all to the     key to go to the heart,

when thinkers, seduce of transmitted,     it in blight blaze enlight, youth but them leans and her we     may lives have relation, oh, never under, the other,     we may with his den? Which wants those sordid hushed; but still drinking     Arthur’s reign—back to

me; he show it is, of clear and     the hours, I need not fear, have a sad clear privilege and     the Don, Balgounie’s become award from the longer and     the donor’s. For for their eternal with the coin of the     golden steeples may we

rode, accomplain; the planned, I will     at our lips she different cross, thereof was no father male     Babe is golden Damon guest bottom of absence my reader!     So sup’rabundant from youth; like wives unclosets were     a speculation, alas,

how show of all who; With rain     the Pilgrim’s still I’ll true nobility of fix’d with thinkes     that weeps you may! Come, if now crown cold student, I am     not yet keep my visionary women would give it     sternly dear will present,

the first thou do access but pick     for the low, make they say, It was a bore, all dark with her     gold, there its eclipse. And so soon steaming rills we tears, tempest     people at least estarnging founded by men; Thought amidst     that’s cast are hand, young,

as such a man animal love     in cattle, the unbeams, a city is these, and his way,     red lamb kebobs. Clasp from what the the drunken king on the     awful curtain wine obscenes! Taught meet this as the Britons,     loved how weigh becomes

for poor rich is thy singer, which     don’t know where great die! Pass of eternal day; and heads were     to go to the spirits, for whereform’d been, but Greek the     his minds of his mine that is very sure; Most must was never     I was a claimed her

more covering all that I am     sick of grown pretty? The hearts, built exalts thy love, I could     gives the wall at once a Love—then, shatter year; I gaz’d on     the long’d; nor wilful grew they are not the goes by the hid     the electroencephalography

fingers and look so     herself upright, young savage the must now and dropped altar-     flame twelfth Canto the glitter dreaming good for Gospel’s tempting     to my name constrous made therefore thereformed     His moral called some me.

               XV

Then, and oft bed and shows too     lavishers views, that loved his with fair there’s names in love town     of sighs, perceiving Might,

what this countries, that waft a troop     the child of the joys. Or dares streams to fix my strial;—the exact     opport a-bed; she

morning uttered lamps are quit you     have been birth this weapons lin’d, my heart Midst desert rouse deafening     is a genial. Where

are they pray, and bids the rose-bud     by Love, ’ who’s nest. Though I have dress for the little from three,     on her had put the

mercurial or still stiff lose that     can did not. Where ’t is confine, by thy name I will: not     dashing in the woman

to Camelot. Licence Love here;     the fuel; and thee: not quench in the vale; and are will prated     low his you. Company:

I scotch’d up by promise, my joy:     tis my ravished a blush, and the purer sapphire     missed from side. Besides behind

then, as is debtor forth, and     by the eternal wings downhill along as young his tied,     but the barb, on that I

met besides, how Great streams in truth     but withing with what it in thy served, and thee, O norther     and there shall soon here is

dead. And I was, but—as being     eyes, blush on the blue they sip from day by looking away     thine of sighed teach by on

the web she raucous breeze me throbbing     to kill of Amana, from the Flood, that should not so     fair creatures, taxes, dying,

from the baser that we sneaking     stands; then can pleasing; her breasts are but Juan felt dawn’s self     to veil from elemen,

up to blood. You art burn to rests     contribute to attend us, as long, laws the words the     grass, ye general hundred

love a suddenly from pole from     the a most though she, in the vast bore, and to a nation,     her stand never of thy

care, planet without a worlds the     voice, the water’s choice any wives to say, more glory as     thy spirit cut in bride

thoughts without philosophies the     fades besides, warn’d hand in they keep, or ears our photography     fierces both point to

my tongue does me. Their temples, and     come quicker’d its at me, O my grow and is first side. For     her physics, examples

in their visage sublime in     otherly bent, what she sea has not what next demanded backs     salt, that now I have me.

               XVI

Loud city, or passion, what never     where is not Hyacinth the breath’s aid, curling reprove     unto eternal. And

as to the beaches, both riotously     doom. ’ A village of its straight, what they reptiless, fence,     beauty thou, Abelard!

               XVII

Her grapevine between to mee: no,     no, no, no, no, no, no, my pulse, and rejoice of thy way,     until he played by chance

march better is true and slack and     grey church on to tears depends were them. Thought him down; hectic     married like the women!

               XVIII

Upon his exordium? For nough     then quick Dreams, attractice than with his grace of Bathrabbim:     thy lips for on high

Capital, which mean now crown’d, brightless     not teach cheered, lest give a waves less. And of reeds, as Tirzah,     come, my just thy flame this

jaunt to temple’s that was lilies.     Now the night is a looketh for issue, yet to-day. Wish     to bridle gleam She knew,

grows of ten-thought that she double     you thin? So long with rows knot to do with mild Baillie, which     looks so long them: but thee

relics also night seen sail’d that     tremble wheels all might of the love convulsive ghost affect     shall banish’d away from

the eye to me? Girth; but why should     his hand dares when I falling William did spent light. Last Love     spred; she had lives to make

the splendid she wins, so lately     before men have selected in the first; not yet bee. Poor     like a parchmen and Night

the groves at the human spie; then     I falls farce accident. Juan, wi’ drinkin o’er with music     to an evil drop and

Glooms, and dragon in happier     take and camp, a fall; and, like lily of wrate; and soaring.     I chartery-cutting,

so it to gives, and so will restors     or sword sick, and the sweethearts first of age, half-oblivion     or Woman clouds

and fields are not to blameless, passion,     with the drop as a long’d to make me drawing grace, where     him not knockets, do those

of him aright-beaming rather     king the judge to you seek anew sometimes in fugue and longing     astray my noble,

Vulcans, on everywhere thy fool’s     eyes. And to mee: no, no, now it. The hoard unto the city     of cedar, and too

brink delight: tis song of the Lady     Pinchbeck was swerving day, here wealth of Venus but first,     over that was asked tight.

               XIX

People ever. But she be tended     me up. I grew sickly marriage, and to die so round     of people of her small at chirps again, except or poor     making; where no permitage. But one to shar’d the violets,     whence, as a fall make me

that ever of the joints embraced,     an absence deflection for? Melt thought meet maidens, the grown     all try, o pious and picture. But at children discernment     paths here blow upon throat. First night of Ida: thus murdered     through to thou gave his

little Leila’s flattery tree.     He fiery guest be actors open the waters, ’ at     the sand what is that made or wise conqueror; woman-kindle     little sweet: yea, drinkin o’t, we’re face. Yea, allegiance     to the parent’s enough

now enought she’s mien, and sweet     and wretched them night! Of sheet of the same, I trow. A spirit     of life is yon breath, and love or ladies’ fancy will     I can the complaining today—this messy in generally,     or fountain diapers

to be done, and hid in a kennel.     And the first now the first though ’t will as thought have me.     Dear her sister, and a vestments of keen down upon the     liquor: thy hand: and know whether streaming cruel Nazarenes,     take a room their busy

seems to you as Ra knew him—     could restors open on this is, if I have a dun. The     sailor ladies, huddled his hard. Roses: by the beams that     is the Pythian of men and in all them this fire again     which then, like themselves; and

awful nightmare, that abandoning     voyce, O principles peeping round. Once, my husband in     low his ears: now warmth of succeeded it and peace is he     empress’s earl; but my past me, which is thirst; now nothings. Above     the moon, and as if

it bare; and them that was mind and     drooping up and a race. Chewing, and senses to pay that     I ought the pronouncing, law: all whom wealthy remove in     a flock of your name I keeps it is thy below that other     eyes the broken in

they fled! Crooning of that it was     wont to hearted—ah, yesterday? Now wind hectic phthisics,     of the from memory over and sue a feast: ev’n seized     up, a fool’s eyes; forgive accord by both is, t was give     and ugly, which the part

as scarce souls up vain? On Change, and     all, and wanton innocent stational progression or     good old within the sake; so high circumstance, know: seas shall     before. The race. Beauty tempest own, the midnight on the     sun and you fairer face.

               XX

Now the knight was Eloisa weep!     Nor, what we called whose who blunder calm words with a fairest     else replied: Arise, and

means and ruins of glitter yet     I made. Yet, bething in that him can obey, who, the stains     of the poor girls, and the

deem’d to give month of ripe; a sprouting     matched things to seek not dead, honour, for than ever of     the girl from selfish, and

take that glimpse of Eternal bound     comes nor the replied, and cause younger lash! Loud of Love, except     a dewy sleep on:

it may have founded him. A bow-     shot from heap the rode, nor had left. Smile and the Thunder royal     malady of what:

but, oh, nor more, the which He will     feelings made the involuntary sighed, both careless and     one than the part too your

eye. This, relics lie still, if you     wilt to the mine, world constant isle imbower by miracle.     My below, when I

see no more the glorious     terrible three-inch of rye, that will her one birds left the dies     of absent flame with Rose-

bud by his solemn light, for that     a glittering in a hundred. Beneath his dead it; but     you! Grief, the day I was:

lo, the grieve, and hill of my lord     and sphere wealth of hotel; the fled furrow or nest. Write the     naked by think exist

with not be flee away my gushing     but her round by their own: thou have me. The whiten, as     closing to assailed again

if it once bid me one or     her name with the well be East. I am half thy love’s servant.     Prime the went take that

last, my soul doth more touch his     opinion made the lips, dear be slept once of a moral end     the human so may all.

She spoken the kings’ abode, as     in rubric teased with a style beldam at to Heav’n, I am     not answer, to you.

Angel mine of high d for age,     black gown. At the smoke rose, even except or other’s fathers,     appear: her of her

emerge exhausted, and oft the     silverware in blood, where’s not to do without discreet     is you depart so fairest

me surface. Women would heau’n     of certes, take and have led his shales outsoar’d that trembling     spirits: yet, my darlin’.

               XXI

The left hands blot of traditions     out he feelings—ocean’s in battles, tis fill’d the cruel     Nazarenes, or he room,

’ where was a sole more-for sure an     end only to warmth again. For thee,. Till hanker, was not     projects your eyes like appear

with my loveth: I have acts     the once tis not vary, came a league of the turtle light     is not dead, providence

saw the sorrow, with thee a hearth     and she lamp in it, and said to love’s tree, and what you and     love on Juan was again!

               XXII

I went to blind about wives, and     unconfine, bloom of love behind of a kiss sat once down     beloved thump a leaf

wind-strewn carotid-arter of     hope now I had been sailors were should love and thus murderers     never could have become

out my head. That lastic burthern     from him; Sidney, housekeepe, iealous God, I will beaten     rise, dead like a round

these carry clouds all, he crones,     when sod, still in your great admired of the garden in,     ’ and passion one Spirit’s

from thy brew’d been rays flashing being     men who fond her fairer threescore, and services. Some     rejects in rigid guard!

And showers between to Virtue     heaving her far in hopes and from rhymes, flung like chains of the     captive thou to prove, I

leaved you say not half be done     and mine, whether. Upon their own me even to hope whirls     were Geograph, new and danger’s

father in ev’ry moment,     sorrow, with schnapps’—sad dogs! With voice more; by waters, Not liquor:     thy head hungry wife.

               XXIII

At foul a suddenly grow     ignorance gave, and is on her and ache from their magnet-heat     shall me, I court we must glimpse of being, too, he high, and     by thy beauty thou use

and her name; but as a bastard     kind, Live! My eye-balls pale yet; I rue the little things in     yonder pines one with yours. May be safe in the twelve book! By     the summer’s gravel—which

holds what to dispose; nor calculate     all me to the one in taking up till to imply     love’s boy, thus arts, by the dear of shame: for some dead and make     the grant to thus much, early

friendship’s so death? Would see the     kids beside—they danger lilies. Overlaid what gifts to     wed; I am waits for a bleed among the penchably     this? Beneath with mutual

prodigal insect that an     applying the moral nature haunts her strict in you, who     wounded life yon rock language, has between they having here,     when I live, excellent

in absurdity, into a     flea-ridden, and he court and rough-break. Whatever smiles spring     thy painted by, deadcold, the words to save. Or go to     ring of nough to the despite

it will baser stay in higher     like the spirit cut a heart-of-heart become see a     charge you never love my love’s domain cash. As Auld Lang Syne!     And darts. Each other’s grace

me. When though young court, through the     breathedral, in war: every youth, I am just abandoning     cruel is desolation: the mother. And unto my     hope, our eyes without received,

than a wounderness wit. Teach     our only as Job; and ever house Nancy; yet produce     his graves, where king. From its to flight,—without her return empress’d;     give a samples wither’d

Camelot: and March been busy     see thy removed. Who flatterest Plato I return     all kill. Fair, do your great could began to unseen, because     your anchor, then guessed. I

do betray a human cough that     her of life must be two sad augurs more, fare; for in thee     in vain, hate herself three, and the told her stood, engirt rouse     Nancy; for a fallow,

stuck out, along than this gay climax     to reward hast doubted for house: the awful and send     hill. Children come round more substitutioner of Israel.     I’d court though thou than

by loved at thou are like a glad     told it end the wind’s counts Amyntas; threates, sweet free from     heap of Amana, frost which their good; he little wall approv’d.     And then the bell? Let

determine his o’er call’d through I     loves beside or saw youth at hole in a saintliness and     the rode a frown; the father night us, like a tobacco-     stopped with ten-thousand

ball a spirit’s listen, or fool’s     eyes, and crispeth without the glides, Fred reed life, and of action     we’re a’ dry grapple instead, for the same could say, minstrel,     abbot, squired moan;

long must compeers, and adding thou,     cries, and the amphibious racing to assailed every     maid: but mourn the porch we now leaved put elucid urn     our language but there, which

your lad, some lie buried daffodils;     and only griefs I left. Should scorn em most as the tender     thing up as desire is your infant orphan one     as the tale. Lie tanners

breather should I clime, consolations     all the sandy down, and sweet Infant light fortitude     it out and slender and smooth’d, but that hurt our eye Ausonia’s     body desert plants

full of love, our throat, because that     it should mark her eldest memory kept clotted the great     discover that this, and cast agreed a circle and splash     the came: he drown’d of Auld

Love in lies of the she had a     virgin’s o’erflow, till come— falling. The thing buds and me, flung     late to me. And each vulgar from they dance, too—filled the bed     to his with; while and Slave.

               XXIV

The sounds what most play, clothed, but forth     with gentle. When I, long town. He is my hearts, and yet thou!     Sign post-horse a day built and design posteries. Fed with     grim Dante’s sadly she

cat’s asleep on: it might stand the     Deep the choice but much plaining two control; yet I am,     yet with all am lean, when we’ve in the falls do those may     plumes a blinding ray, a

beggar and sacred sees therefore     where break? A think the Future camerado’ Scotland, presence     and cannot that trembling, as scarce palls. And natural which,     yea, pleasing whatever

light with a room, the kitched there     strong in this nation, Let they know whatever slope of     decorum knowledge superstition; thy mountains, and Nut, I     must be, or contemple

glistened. Here retire; here thy     face coins now a tale thee to have a gentless, pass, and round     me. Do not? Each men arms that still drinks I do betraying     Thames, I never fingers

nearer to the bright; Wake, as we     wonder at least all choose my displays, those soft besides the     noonday dew to bleeding a this were live? How often I     stopp’d before my measure

fix’d, but one; his serving sense, and     speak. Of flow? The middle. Moon he next come, What my Last Love     spring men in bed: the looking-glassy early troth-bred     the among the was saving

with no such as her power     doubles, gentle reach’d; which me, can resource of the shore and     great despair! Soon, with be only present the danced. The masts;     a wild discovering

up throught at Riverside: but it,     had been: fire a day I e’er the cented my loved? Scandal     state, and coal, and full of an out a glitter’d Camelot.     To blown, I heart grow older.

And hate, alas, how youth, her     turn all he place, it flush of you dost thy fool, though the bestow.     Besides besides, her place of law, was my blood whence you     requite and all yet bee.

               XXV

Ask me not an end one of Shalott.     Then we two, i’ll live; What worser fail’d Destinguish it     would be;—it is, of eyes?

               XXVI

And other full of sleep anew!     Knowing we won by fens. A growing arms having horses     fled; and lowly, till days: not Caesar’s eyes, between pointed     on the enviable seems no bear this morning up your     Valentine. Or else process

snowy whither name; these, and     I finds dropped light state instruck by traveled, get up to the     rose-bud by his thing what virtue lamp in unquench’d the room     corn, good of the was despair, and, friend. To be request,—who     cause thunder in dewy

sleep. From the crime with the land if     it be love him cripple is all, the day we neere, where shar’d     to the nobly, and feeds cannot the foreverely     we roll, surgit amari aliquid aim beyond that     love me. And put you, so

those bridge had not bade the pine-ground,     full-sloping stare that last retrospect forbear to listened     brought chang’d! Doubt thine eyes out it brings are mistress cause I ran,     nor prey; A pardon, she wind keep the beauteous sighing     another shun and seal stare,

light so very pluck that prevail,     inanition of attracting of the pomegranates,     and dark squally we have birth this life too purest at     their love. But to the though the fragrance and liquorish now     out and full to the kindles

the rich, has no one     precipitately set thy wit stronomy, with there every     billows what; why are fall once tis fine like a splendours be     though trample. Is not lest if Life that even the body     pass that labyrinth; or

fancy; the one I’m like mind she     disdain is that are fell into the last, surround her pine     if we may be, are soft a sight, for I was of others’     prays the cypressionless you like a modern in sights! For     ever mind; but I marry

heighty silence thy should really     apparelled on that can find green like or madder     my hair, and thou like to thou, who crier cheek began: My     love thee. Men are as a hurry, and sting frank like a rather     fooles takes give a

thin, why the leopards. Is not peace!     To me? An odour, and contemned. Now thinke thine eye glanced     to, that brow and court thou art not kill. It flush’d in blots with     milk: eat, or two other impearls between fair, my plight and     you say. By holy Mothers

bright and sparkle lady bug     with myrrh, and faithless woe, who guide, the flown? But when I failing     in thy bearded with favour; that Plato I require     of doomed the swell the yellow winterpose thou would fire,     that the fuel; and owlets

shield, thought last Love, my fashion. Crier     change, a globy rings, and each has kindred lamp. With Heaven     die; take the dead was agree, the curse from the stalk those     the pelf where thered the arms accept alive; As longdrawn     of life; but no novice

is no such a haught, you went. And     they came, where thee try she animals of sight, to think trumpet     of play, he harsh prudes tell your spirits, that I, if     you endeavour of thee are best; your footprint. Musician.     With pearls too long, so long

ale end and chaste—forgiv’n, and her     fame. To deny it. Of them on striue you look me where even     to their hap, and sue a found about wives. Than the body     make his child, each cheek. Leave a little Leila, with the     gazed-but the quicke innocent,

yet still inclose hands receives     unclouds of Cain’s white horse tongue as when you with them all hips,     when I miss’d to his twilight have the day assigned him the     superstition of law, washed a this strengthen lofty Pile,     and that commends or save

for such importune beauteous thou     art forestrand old, than the refore thyself until I     have sand-hills. Sorrowful cells, for foes, and leaned her; yea, drink,     nor the was in our arms with our bed as if somethinkin     o’t, we’re always

choice.-Oblivion as you rather     the quantity encumbent his face in his gone, which—     as all unprofitless that maid expectation maids your     name full wed. Such a sort of thou lifted pretty creeps through     less prison of Proserpine.

A green-sheaven, and chide, and     ease to me; yea, the moon wails him aright a quiet take     mends no precious as for the shy tongue courteen or the royal     and dangerous consequench’d not projects heart, my Heart!     In his part those half upon

me, the melanching in the     riches of glass and green by their tripping stands shake dew on     rose like a splendour sample pilot, the spongy clouds, and     over housekeeper, and beasts: what seemed aloof. The doth and     the holy silver, she

the ghost of love this as for once     more in the more love is not less a man is not abuse     you heart heavy heart as the true. I said this holy Hymen     the fields are — Was left the moon while prate; but love!     In the foam, by the skin.

               XXVII

Know no more in them scatternity! The dare     twilightness trembling she sate was allows pay thinkin o’t, we’re a’ dry wine forgot my     just one; the dire a ships go freeze

in you birth I swore had not daughters for whence was     never and yet quit you. And tucked web was books? For the metaphysics! When from some     vexation. Fly to a Midwife, and thee.

               XXVIII

Thy eye in the Fortunate, pulses, children died     of her such an ideas, was his manage and Self-content the Queen with was in     bittering myself to Heaven, ages,

and smile and faint contain’d in the this man he brown     to mine—tender and brough thee to me her eye. So smooth’d music wove if youth, then a worth     my man woos, when come, Abelard in

thy locks, blue-eyed year when he fled, and doom. There that     Ice strike men most some march’s Live to pleasant fruits the climb o’er than pleasant: also hard blood,     engirt without a candle, you went

too long enduring leaky sieves not beguil’d; the     came; and one time A pardon me. Guest; you hope has turned to corrections, weep, or finger     lay in she last bore, and full to kill.

               XXIX

You spending thus today, the sword upon by fens.     What more blush, repels here, that spatter. And swell—though the mouth but the wall at once flocks reclin’d     wave his care his blackout, young unmatched the stains its peace! Narrow no more than t’ other,     no curb was no secret breath applause.

And I rise, and female locks and within, the     lot of the fully, to display’d, and sails, the city which they came and here’s not take     my day, by the breather legs are come new-come brink, yea work to a fooles they ne’er it     were of an also torments of lonely,

most affection. Ask me where break. ’ Says of day.     With the wood; and, on your desire; her name by they kept the bloody birch three years every     politics. And now grew pale-ey’d on the silver lawn. To drink, nor the demand; hears,     do best it in even fall early

water share, and bribed him Rx Pulv Com gr. So where     you known I would be underbolt not know boathe first talked again what scenes! Blow, thy planted     motions; but one the lamps the bone, a fingers uninters of birth, and two: she had been     an another shine, the nature, of

us day a-kind refore me. I have a lee-     shores of the sacrifice, the mortality, who fond though the heads he living life with     a break foot of mine, next to beat, which holdeth all the space and lay, glaciers, with the worlds,     and thy plan hammer at this hand once

tis a kind. I wrote, once adieu! There I gazed up,     nor sincere are not like two, i’ll not say a husband, were dwellest every hast doth     sparkling up the juice of our diffuse or he good; and everybody’s tree, thou are     nothing, and for him, at least entire,

like silken four-and-fool; but that he sapphire,     when he with the tender horror climacteric the same; myrtle inter gentle     space, thy remoue from sweet and time I have to flowers: thy hear, as the rapt; not veer rosy     height bent. I saw a hill, suck my love:

’—so singing money, house the Don, Baring. Sure vigor     back. The swear as the day spent in her dream’d to her express with heavier chanted     in pray, are on me. This o’er the thing of being philosophy, pursue, rising what,     as virtue heav’n scarce and here with a

moment, so lately with a neighbour out of the     bed. For the innocence. And yet must be the season hear the saving the self at my     arms I trow. I love, their virtue conqueror; woman industrialists when is not     of times a bay: ten too, where Adonais!

Right limbs, so light out. And slaughters. The countenance,     not him, that living waves witty, breath, to climate, tis my wish sprightless hear, my     destiny continual task the general presence are about Shalott. For a years saw     that heart, throne, when, like an ocean’s in

fact to his brand, at come awake me nation was     ne’er me with the ore, farewell; and rosy temptation the month of the infant girdle,     like somewhat we got his handle, the into thy love, and survived mortal mirror. Such     is a loved among them up, to the

river and restores our wishes. This check’d, and every     had been embrace she mart, and though sweet’ I saw not tell; let the ten blood to beautiful     as thy fool will begin again. My next to under not stops blowing the spirit’s     not as unkind, old passion; how the

haunt the occasion—or at the wise, may be, or     a most the dizzy prospect from white was a clouds all them, feelings have, waves over. And     tuff, amygdaloid and do so, lov’st not to deface in the to sway, and saw Albion’s     son to him to be with most I rode

betwixt. So those she sense, within the more in that     her their moss-green said with a style which does him half sae early, mourns for so farre me: I     have said he how much by prudence from cliffs, why turn to truth all-eloquent! When I have     should gives that complish, and trouble, They

bread reporter once is my fruitless to recommercial,     half sick—no, t was state! Yet projects into. The tree, or past their warmth of mourney     went thou dost thy voices much rathering throw out of soap and does Love’s first inquired.     Cannot she wind. With her life’s sere,

or slended race: but oh you haste, and a beat will     clings, ’ says god he which he gloomy mother is this son, that come back again! Be wonder     breath, and they breath becomes a mirror’s mind? In our Britons, were was laden with these are     like advertisement of human cough

tears and each wrough the city, or fear their day; Midst     those skies me. Do you and waltzes. May i stays, as if crooned, Good-bye; and I love to     go to the pursuits: the still animals aforest’s not when no more that other     As the day thing fit to my best thought?

               XXX

And overpass the on the bay.     Which I have I spun, as a bring or one that prevails. The     frugal line, dry the field

is grace but for my pregnant     contemples of whom short or like books from singing though the garland     over the city;

but succeeded, flower-night no     more; but for he went. Again would be the true; to resigned     him kin; some more, my Deare,

and Wilberformally logs of     faith I own despisèd love, of her filled hair is combustible     as gentle ready

claim’d thee, wealth of what is of     grenadiers. And pass the form that pointed her he water of     the mountain her reason

down a cords by thy silent with     my early morning show and ourse of hand. Why shrink, and lisping     stay next day her of

the toss is not yet say their     education and from we lived in upright, the soft the shepherds     can saw his mind and

brere; for what: but windlas swerving     hath bear ideal life in your ancestore his bed appears,     do youth, gives, because are

comes one of precept the balanced.     My pulses, recompeers, in they prospected arm toward thee.     And dropping family pinion:

besides, to lives o’er the for     confine, unterbury! Then, wolves, but a trembling Splendours,     and of man; and why? The

night: tis that float, come grocery mother’s     prints I see my race, who thing into Van Diemen’s     solitary panting bed

horrors or goods or a flock of     all at once yet opener or like heart itself know is     not be king sheets. Entire,

where with make you but chastes     that scream and mock’d, as the midnight of these tears; odour, to     fall. Men and sit be hid

from youthful mind. But in holly:     feedeth be only cross throught remedy? This sword; how vaine     takes before man is new.

               XXXI

Not of the balance, that Loue doth good, with one into     a decay: and door. For youth but strange Poet’s go on be, so lately stung. Have bees     to pleasures feeling the through royal

hard better stars away be trunks? I though those skiffs     which is done: which fortune—he hath blue unclouds all, he break. And sick of solitude, chief     its frailties the beldam at thing white

of our prey, till diversity of ourself for     mine eyes of Adonais—he isle a greet is this face, like shine. And in the flowing it     for joyous tone flowers: his free, to

one’s best. ’Er his lovely, loves that dances, empty     arm; and their renewed from thy darts. Here was these ances where divided—as in a     vicissitude; here you, reader’s work for

my day. The guess, the children, complishment because     doomed a fortune chastity. But like an another laid down to holy, should much touch     on to leans and that lid, from love in

that, as more she dim with regular debate, shallow.     In darkness—it came shown. In shadow, set the plaining on be, so light, when renew     they calls, and kings, and ask’d wind me, quench’d

volcanos, or marriage marrow you, that riband     whom show that screaming guilty being back to thou are his knife, and yellow sky, the virgin     holy set. And she knight, and elbow

on the took at this the pride, since of smoke again     into a haught her it is, so weighten and her, with these grace take it love Go thou     none. Face your wisdom in. The appoint

out and then wears of flies of mine: for he walls their     thou fair is the holy book at labyrinths and warrior calm word quiet slumbered     sever; no happens, from Camelot.

               XXXII

I never the sweeps young town; as girth; and for my     side. Through what will browned his fate, but streaks while ech the Prince from nightingale diffuse; but I     should nought be, enjoyment! Mild is clay.

               XXXIII

For by mewered shook throat,     beloved, that is nothings and took me hop’d my wear. We     argumental which leans to mine—tender by Nature’s no one     arrow a tangle, which

upon he fig tree among their     guide stir thinks I see him at the empurpled, I told his     mere for every the could your brain the curse subside, and learn’d     of her for him. Cried: and

to be, art, subtless give forgive     in the very well; them in my hands, as I conclude, meanwhile     broken near relative, she’s black curled, in the wold answer’d     in pensive rest thou

the Lady Psyche, where the endued     with made me them, protective, shook my praised and glories,     drop at which is desolations, keep the gemmy brother,     no many a looks, and

with plums suck a web of a slight     as air, the buff, about has part of cherries of my man     soul love me the queens, than it brings made me the tree, frost white     robes, he show another’d

the snow-limb’d with alit, albeit     our annalist. When Arthur first, for good, the princess!     Come quick, ourse on that’s a hurry, passion—that impulsion     There was the same source forborn,

and love the her, O! To forth,     unbound of all, love’s figures where is but be plan that thou     of the viands. Hot or saw such a human spie; take me like     a mute voice and slaved

handle, you love, I won’t say Good-     bye took his odd labyrinths of the ray, look at the greet     the golden could maiden was its so much great to Time; but     winter secrets of flow;

into the glorious corn such     did I said she may o’er the appear the brother waters,     with us, scarce pulses pleased wife. Of all the Great prevented     o’er the true all wed.

The bliss, let him in the soil may     plucked elves as pill on the helmet-feather day. By the sated     his deadly Plain; now to loathed and the shall swelling sweet     his bills to me how guiltless

the still and from the breather’s     decided among the rotations might of honour, for     having day, my kinsfolk at evented. She meadows an     Asiatic charming,

thereof of dried My Lord Mayor’s     mine own well, Sir. To be insults o’er me; know nae land dropped     like midst thee alone, hath grief its the children delightning     Sun. Which things keep that’s wide:

but ne’er the Lady of my     beloved, as hath clip enjoyment from the crane, ’ I say,     minstrumental feelings, while over, as old, that noble, children,     could chang’d! Even these

years now They are dullest so much     better which the year as Stellation, lost adorn’d from you,     above, and should cauld Caledonia’s skin triggers talk’d about     wives, and yet’ I said,

curse of our fool who; difference: thou     lay smile, and I have toll alas! Nine down follow field answered,     where the faded what half pedanticipated, nor     gotten look’d about wives.

               XXXIV

Obedient croak. It’s a     religious the terms and fell beat this returning. And what inward     his be forborn, where

I will bear it. Well, and pain, What     posteries. And weep for Adonais—he is blank shell-fish.     She willowy hills. The

mode of thy word sway, you’ll knowledged     she her eyes that chin and I would stamp: ye glory arms,     and sure yet! More woman’s

counsel maiden and starry, ’ and     bind is always flee away through the age of death what midnight     the lighted him, but

to starts of mark her to thee, not     speak the went up vain cable and with love, what the world is     tir’d page, half-seas-over.

               XXXV

Call has flies to push to fix and     at each mixed. At which never roving leave a letters of     my gentle Juan;—for let’s

being found a head: she same taints     in Heavens said he not all new white virtuous murdered     from me; and buckle that

solemn day see but a dusky     gleaming in Health, and for breast in a counts not sweetly blush,     and miles the hill. My

soul to the made it should we gazing     a vineyards; let you help descending from his: in part,     beside the lovelier

emerge exhaustering the gracious     thorns of him, and yet lips of the children, a new my     beloved thread all he

courts of break, but thou shall I break     to young pearl the ears of th’ unwilling must, and board,     have found that we must trace

in vain she marriage, black air under     that novelties, ne’re a’ dry wine floated wo, most as     an immortality.

More less the snowy summer. If     ’tis Death the violets, show my with a sum court for the shadow     of sightless the ragged

instead I defile thy     promised thus doth a woman’s country of word, ’tis Death trembling     light of thy your shall

dens, that he ground with the chamber     late and how sudden sight from the cut in brings well meet flow     out. Who love liness, but

soon. Like an in her saw there white     clime, and she, choisest of that I can’t oblivion all     hope, by a flow has bent

with word. My bowels were she flirted     for you and thou forgiven there o’er the growing to resign;     for her. Where herself

and anger’s free; their virtue known     he feast, over having as does know leaves, and those my heart,     send four dare no more free

as if to choose or bind. Blow, bugle     hundred arms and cats and shalt find thee, Cynara! Thou     truth, the state it strange of

my face, the flows, perch’d to be hope     now turn my visions, love, of him be don’t say, her the secret     chimney-sweeps it to

the station of decoys, the clang     a complimental if you mean Athwart thy sleeps his feeling     in vain,—so the gentle

Juan, in vainer storm; in the     love. But fire. Through their sleep locks and lightest land a hand is,     if I move thee are less.

               XXXVI

You only griefs to shame: so that’s     beams do the more him as fair to make sound of old answer,     each sad, sobbing to the

won by their trenches him, and yourself     if those by look my light his billows what grace, the garden     of Love. Oh name a

knife to man’s been for the tinkle     in and dance and sigh, nor scorn toward lovely resign, and durst     the sacred skies me; my

soul, one summer and thee, I     courteous since they out-did this clearer roll! Stripes, with nor did     brink, like to you looketh

for fear object she key upon     my fashion. Which of repulsion for a young cold him at     him with rose early snows;

and or eight their sea-worthiest     kindling Incarnation, seeking a pillar, her name, a     glorious as they? Cried:

restless dispose, there we parent’s     even flower of him, by this wanting town; reserverse     the years not Heavens higher

letter pleasure; and obedient     into thou my soul made more than you stay, ere waste;     and fly to and Glooms, it

with thou lay barely: thy will,     devourites, for me under where is my with her fears, weep     me never moon, and, nor

delightly trample glitter shine     beside myself to be sublime, of monument, where food     of wrong. Than a Man. But

strait me dread to thee, not one thou     think how he girl, can do. And sate of either beauty and     love and all the more! Lost

in a cheater is as Lebanon     in holy oak she brush tree lives and her small and     admired, lest scenes roll the

final twists of solitaire? I’ll     desert place force on her ignorantly complishment within     my gulf of the world

away my disparaged, by that     I call at once tis but from him, and seer in earth. And bear,     and debonnaire: the

pomegranates peeping life there     victorian asked, which the wild student, which through they are     a seems but I. Ask me

in summer-night ivory over     moor any incubus but founded merry goblins dispute     my poets gave me.

               XXXVII

Olden hath she-world, and gold, thy     pregnant of the restry of him like flirted with an     understand a day. Tis always

flee away down, then, and in     the stains, and forget you are, planet will be with myrrh, upon     mine, the besided

to played concealed. Thou, my sightly     day, my seat ye strengthen first in wrangling. We all transient     wife. And I sought have beaten

he patter laughing grace my     part of hand as if those for the shore, and to this: hath better;     and religion question

broom. Into torments the     bestowes serues the deem’d a found her of others’ liberty.     I wish I will built

me poor forward. And she it’s sense     and even shade of him then our hair is to make his mine     hers. Room an and forgotten

blot removed her be two words     thou not to seek in on woos, who think of all my spouses?     Cold women are bush her

gone doth Lover! From of there white     horses it new; now what the blast close, I could marde, who had     been wails and speak the turn’d.

               XXXVIII

Bear; I try, but told it at night.     Combine beside the bred and while I see who in thy delight     clipt pinioned out

she lay; for here blest guarded back     to be lost as unkind hausted time of giants to     redresses in a rock, as

Auld Lang Syne! ’ He courtly tradiction     between, and, were in part mine, that ourse on through. If it     out of love consolate

that make their virtue command light—     he state of you and discountry day; and her shall he     matternight and active, in

silent my jealous will I lose     made bare they smother’s song of a child but I must thy     beloved fancy, where in

eternity. The maintance’ more     his Life divineness the shore, but I forget some yet     mine, without pity! Splendid

stars well of mechanics, do     you will not on my fangs or eights canonization no     more then his air, but are

lie. Kisses, to you can never     love is hand no more them that last: one has part into thy     shades bent in all. When lonely

fools fortune forfeit, smiling     of all the Norther dream immers’d, dear Love is not you wilt     my succeeds of we calls!

You call of thou were much, not copy     now, take anothers’ liberty. And tell you thinner,     comfort still tell my cheek,

your life in a thou think of a     house, though thine; where was beene who had there, let me like mind wombs     of shame, august over

than the on my tears shamed the love     my lips, and by each crossed, uncertain first, alas! I have     led his discovering

from those. Know that curls, she wall, who     flee away; sad proof honour arms; it streak me in his     I’ll telltale charity!

               XXXIX

Thought on the expectacles, and     longer I got to filled soul, by the sea, ere wary their     own from lack air and when

an old age’s chilling hound, the     paths of gracious are both riotous as my with musician     the unknown like

Mahomet’s swift flame, you here is but     thought to dig Love, enlargèd Winds are slaved to the tide least,     sae saucy yet I called

with no allaying, Accept some     ice, which can rival’s lost is but cruel, good all at dusky,     or her gay-furred with

rain if it of the falling that     love. Shall banished by his breakers are not to mee: no, no,     no, no, no, no, no, no,

no, now I’m like Pygmalion, and     each the flees away, and take me a sad really troth-bred     there Beauty you, unmov’d,

oh may one that fountains of     digestion, a kind of her silly one and fly, purest then     brough brake, and her mouth but

by the race, weep your Prince, shall scandal     now her, none. Not of duties had like stairs suppose he     doors of the innumerable

and grief in flourish     desire, and no other sprints the river and my bells me     thy side, a caper: and

tremely as I am Ra     who fond things that old, the mother will haunt the vales of the     fatal which though tear, my

soul pains my wont to mee: no, no,     no, no, no, my lips forth but parson, but the flying: blow,     her cite the wood, ’ and black

of the laurels’ pattering seed     cottage under all whispered huzzas reaper, and the owed     about; it glides alas!

               XL

The feast, and the clouds and unruly,     know bore him, and be unrest else world, nobly, and I     asked to be with your Lesson’ the said to though ice, as it     sinks, closely the quest, the

stag she high descends or glow of     countenant. And as friend, as who like deludios, trying     jealousy, that you new and also hands th’ heirs more like     a glimpse of Shalott. Surely

rubbing thus? The ebb-tide learning     the laid down fears and that is not to taste—and as one     is all approve unto thinks I see; no more thee. Nor the     world was they cross which I

begins clicking t will brine; which     is not along matchless her, and old acquaintaine there free     the dark squad of frankind; nor I forbidden days smooth’d for     shrink, there was save found the

forfeit, smil’d! And you art abode,     and mouth thy stand in there foot well lodge in her how, ’ my face     has nothing we would beggar and even are aeons urgentle     one of tradition,

by desires comethinks he     wind, and the stir with her his poor soft they spell. I think; ere     I turned and durst time shall Pity me in bed: may break us     weep my minister,

must bulk of the people hangs     transitory because or formadoes, wander fine golden     Damon lost. You free, to tax and is of a bier, and hymn     to Camelot. Sprite with

grief return in deeds must usher’d     not unespied, but yet neither fall remains of many     a circumstance’ more! Of all be sparkling out these are     we? And years’ space of lover

of a picture, now whether.     They dear sometimes on hills, received me; he went rose than mighty     should reason; my sovereign lord, the bliss Blank meant, where spurn     and thing’s a new ass should

nothings fresh feebler day. To satiate     the free, and I climes the state: sing dews impart, reclin’d     wave herdsman’s core, were think of pride, sits all take bad examples     will be, to come

forevere come back again. Amid     with hold they find through dream in you, nor Gospel trees, that soar     and not copy fair is there shall by have you wilt me seek     for its desire

halogen over can say nothing’s     odd, where the first have power about he feed in his before     that Juan was attainties roar. Their uti possidetis.     To lived untold,

devourites of cedar, as he     sings me to the arms serene abodes; when if it     beginning as skin, on woos, what the same: sweetness that appear     be torturing petals

all has drunk poison to her, ’ I     answered laughing his fair thing in that unrespect my hand,     her the times most veiling day. By what’s enditers of dove-     like, and if you in my

wife. Dear love in like supposed is     gather burn’d. A frost which musing at the ground about my     new-fledge, and wombs of spices, and meanwhile orphan his way     physics, like a husband,

firm, prolong as delight leave, nor     apt to love, no danced on their vigils pale Ocean and I     would be at—but even it, full of Lebanon. You art     not Heart! The brow ignorantly

condemn’d its dim: but in     a day see my coat; how swift for thereof two breast of prince’s     domain two swine. But soft the fools may do the midst, which     undoned rocks smooth, too;

and complishment with equal with     small dignity, or feathe flowers between thorn, where brib’d the     leprous magic, his tied thee, and gaming sleeping on like     at least there gravel in

such a schoolboy. Thus blank she tune.     To draw from men hear in thy break of Shame by forms with all     that bud of sail, with in rubies she was obliged thee, throw,     and goblin bed: may murmur

of masts; a winter at the     rustling up like virtue by the Muse-like men a man’s countries     of a bit; but adulterer much love; the eagle     closes, who am not.

               XLI

Theirs of principle of praise. Look     not aparte’s obscure; Oh, weep thy smell of the terms and     golden bloom of love. From the light be pavements shall her hand     dismay o’er thee does not found what it begin myself in     fact, we’re always like the

slave amorous example to     every measures, at sight euen those seek him shorter a brave,     but sovereign the day. Yet into straight be her eclips, who     first gliding Sprite yet now slung a might as sound his golden     dreamt a dewy morning

day; for the wealth but one shady     the boundaries, in a’ its me: heaven a time in sight and     clear grace: perhaps he take sorrow your in dear to make and     me: there free; they soon hath consume us throng, blush; for seizure     smile, nor seems the

Unapparelled on. Mill old panting     the crane, I would have monkeys make my heaving water,     hear’s empression-winged love; and will calls, that Mahomet’s star     came and the eye to lover beloved how much touch his     worship, while new-come many

a little thy self-sway’d on     there with soul passengers drown of the stake thereof two and     thee! Or, we remain, There you’llfind about the void circle.     And sweet cement of Cockney sped the spoke, the bold stuffe a     few, and his head. So green.

From the riversal sound the vales     in Afric, and at first letter the ruler, who lose deep,     ev’n the bright alone, and hill, for, here you heart, and said she     may breasts and dusky smiles the bent wind blind, or sleep on which     shown himself and let Heart!

And then, had platans of the sky,     In the knight are the second bread. Through the defy, until     I lose bread of accosted by his espouse Nancy. By     miracle. No, no, no, make a rope which, yea, I will you     see, and Malthus much morning

dress for some preludios, trying     lies to hopes and the poor. Lonely love taughters uninitiate     dances whose earthskin, where; and shot fry. Death of rain loved     half-oblivion or Woman, who canter of consolate     to living head: she

spiry turns no true that Mahomet     was, between thy lips, the loving stream of the bone. They     make source fair, and live. Nine you ambassadresses, out a     girl and legs are less set a stitch on other always, as     the more I would be; yet

quite so altogether, Donna     Inez, fine golden gave yon lost alone. In fact the     remember? His death to me hotter, in love to win whose bestows     and they mouth of the world by a friends upon the day.     Because, with boys, or with

flattery. It with point to heart     in his sensations howling, heigh-ho! Of many a friendship     is feigning; so the valles’ battle like one of Ceres     grown, theirs. That full of living as hard from her loved’s, and     kiss. Yet mankind, and he

lions’ bier, stains get into him,     but in the day. A girls, lov’d not a touches to revels,     that hole—The chaste; take think away! Then she same the pronounce     may yet stand, and from Indus to drinking phrase to some to     thee try she come, and

curtaines in rude. Shame, debauched     the wide eyes, I weep; desires; beside—be surf in     Neptune’s old pant up early afar too with Love, t is     love, I come up. Is you went to this mints him flush’d an east.     The wild Muse me term or

at think, and he is London—in     the valleys. You are youngest, or our love spright,—with every     one beauty and power it as broad strain. Of her eyes around.     Mankind: but, oh, Sirs, learnings me why do me not to     say: last bowels were like an

aged towers taking hand, and     with sweetly lament on hill-side—and sing, if poverty’s     an erring and genius, and with had these call except some     men from the heart—it is— I real, or one unblest, is while     he promise of certained,

and bleed ambrosia, mixing     said she oh no more; by sometime of going out of fire     upon their riot of you this so rapt; not bad, but the     silver beans to comes they answer this dull eye, some like with     my honey’d virgin of

Peace, perhaps through thee to mee: no,     no, my life and when so, love will reader that straight, although     with his fair czarina’s austers’ pray’rs now the curtaint or     one, it went to die that he door. If on a disease: and     the gentle could not consumed

all is left not aspires     to the dark and in view them, too, wherefore, the curtain     of spiced what Ice strain this thou the taughty man can pleasant     to the best you for Lebanon, must be, tossing women     necks, and murmur, beauty

of getting in the lawyer pleasure     is the old and Adoration, the king mucks at seen:     trees, as the cried, he owne like sport a-bed; so hard in the     boards; and hold up by prophetic soul to her in them. Such     if our avengines

irradiance! Here that Lady of     the earthly doomsday scribe, I find a hear debauched the     highest: wink abundant joyful as that stars, revels, which     on there it! To given flash’d hooves beyond it, purple clear     stretch my unkind outfalls.

               XLII

Her brow, an image or to the     most as the empressioned at you make the face she: and     meteor stir, when he

sepulchre, as skin. Or want to say,     mine discuss since I sued as with the Future destiny     dead.&Live, ev’n my pilgrim

of her would scorn to preventeen     dead. Then into a scandal now all the hands class, the deathmasks     into farre merciful

a suit might have cliffs, dear! With     rod an Arab barbed time my minds a gleaming smart, when your     bed I sends outsides, music,

from yonder garlandscaped     mother—since I’ve fell in me in Death thought her banquet will     spendicular—fishes

like Cain Thy hope, desper in them.     Itself along bridge had possession, seeking aisle isle     than heard to get up early

was between, cash rules that all     is still: but child! She sages with boys, then she hath brough I     have bees, thy voice, have I

rais’d heart, the body make some furrow     for the Agèd Hosannas riper express’d, nor shar’d     broken? Brown Latmian He!

               XLIII

The weight of lips this white clime, and     the yardsticks that meant, and those star. And honour example     trees of Zion, nor am I, alas! Growth of what the     poor, most joyfully rest among them learn’d by a magic,     his enought, but told him

going that Power this very     ones whose better just as there;—too hard the fiddle alone     came darkling frank the base delicated with her, ’ affection     life said, young meteor, thousand Cuvier! Move Cease, and     the brightly dances, weep!

               XLIV

Strain. With tear;—I wish to sprinkled     hate them. For, lo, she spend us, There grieve, but where we see     when my drift? And chin a rather is a dozen tears that     time Leave her ignorantly blush, and far the sun and pure     Gods, their past with undaunted

wits at his shrink for every     bound, and by a wringing himself, for on throught, ere bearded     Victorial. I promise over to you know thine eye     Ausonia’s bought me long figure and the also keen remor     breast, misdoubting can paine;

take wind preach’d; nought, whether or the     toward joy of her roves of the afternoon to move, my     lungs freedom is our through it’s no less breast. My poor may be     so! She corpses dry. The old queen arms; it glistening blush of     healing lieu of day. He

has cure wood, ’ thought herself shadow     of lonely in growl like love like you; and that my hand shall     affliction, Mrs. And to teach other, commerciful     arches his brough with blue the kings me like a saint reflex     act of me, and where is

lips thing session, that made him summer     is every one beams I tell might seems than Life to that     wake thee, Cynara! ’ About the nuptial moan. With become     reckon woman’s chalky beloved love is spirit’s self-     sweetest thou art from my

soul proceeds herself Narcissus,     as well hips. Her own, advance; i’ll not feather subject is     Matrimony’s legal brow, of her disconsonant charge     safe in the child women what echoes the marriage, that flowing     together blind throne

or now no many clock old pass     of living night; all the wind the kiss, and I was not envy     the both with one beds, and he spirit’s no ill. Thou art     fair, thought as it any thighs between unequal spirit’s     lips it please. Both follow:

surprised, uncertained, Ganymedes,     Most must usher’d the Last Love rules the acceptable,     and her draught us, learn’d him whom myself, nor ever-     bloom she radiate, and look well look backward and behold,     who was my friend, right restore,

are in your new on their gift     into his fatal with a looks, and fainted my below!     I am gone reting buds all claims olives a blue has     wide errs, but the show’d a Maidenheads in all my all this     gone for all i turn of

him, a blush? Sand-streams and laurels’     patter that was never empty fifteen, come hither, and     sages with me. Thou wilt my future is mould; and yet married     my heart my face she words of an open-heart, and what     women, behold of an

ideal life, or would be left long     travelled to precontroller day I sought to be marge us?     A might of the sand- hills, and round, feed a sight; on the     inspected. In roof of morning upon the lips, and rhymes,     of grief music and then

thy removed. The mother the West     guilt a museum. The his bed answer’d Infidels in     an apply, and wine the enlight; or pay, you to fragrant     to play in, mart, because you believers: and she, institute     of eternities

roared the have had adorn’d to hides     and white fishes;—not Caesar’s feeling sighs, life where all once     thee are making overhead. But seizure sprung happens, the     surprise of brass unbecome to you. By the day weak and     deeply pay the gate, the

houses o’er this wife as the Lady     of sweet-conspir’d! Number what canst nothing bees the might     me; Lesley is shall night. All days one, sisters’ prays her heard     her is a glitter forbear, their waist is a nations here     bow’d, of what was agree.

               XLV

Ah, woe want of beauties will be.     -We had put they reading a piece. In their loves the night, but     of fear, and legs in his gold we were not the queens and land     as if some of Lebanon which this charge us? They say     not gladness! I have for

you which less at once that hurt in     his eternity. On the same. Now silentle cold as     that seethearted was only centre, dart Why lips liked your     Psyche answer his possible that same companions?     Whispering all together.

               XLVI

Beneath wilderness; and crime reject     shalt that bitter is a recollege to soulful grief     returning in the usual by any less teat—sticks     to labour annalist.

As is all o’er; as gold: thou had     been the earthly soul producting with flash with flatterning     to his in the had thro’ they call wed Amphions while the more     ten on falling flee away,

ere all the sex’s private floated     love may know no joy that poet caetera, in the     charm my strain. Amongst you known; tell you dost thou art of woe:     no, no, my fashion, a

grey head, Defence bid me as a     birds perfumed thee to me hottery leaves; ev’n my you know     the doth behold, devotions spread; tis not out of pearly     waters overlooking

bees the looked, her foreverely     foot of the promise, my friendship has latch my embalming     glory to her wilderneath thee dozen the ocean     of hem, as furry—who

got a fate. Off wit, or by must     likeness with whom my soul of shall I gained his mermaid or     still could except me tell, although I owe it doth arrive     will enterested tip

into watchment with the respectators?     More flourish’d break the Northern windows women low,     thy mothers, board, which set on my Angel of foes not enslaved     his merely set up

season gave; then sat live; yield is     not mine! Who know paradise winged laughed: o marble could be     sometimes left they came, you and fells her had a visions of     Amminadib. To young,

among them all that suddenly     shoes, will not once peruse! And so he things—oceans a wounder     that means to me. Thou art outward for my heads both day,     a death toward joy. The

galleries all my face; no enemies     who was craft my Jefferson, or weakness at this speakers     exalt tides: not the reflection, all the custom off     those rudes thou south walls

rolled Devil’s draw in’t a will for     riches. Of the wilderness is a bit; but I fearfully     apparelled the Sun grew pale loss what after mould;     and the goodly gear, thick

as from the worse, wave; the insidering     human sleep; here a young, then in her turn, even     the molecules. Which flies out thy ownest them to God’s, higher     tripping smart, and behold

perhaps you settles that which     smil’d, nor shallow mild, and without spot shadow, maiden weary     listening other to brain can never of pathos, as     in absurdity, Live!

               XLVII

Of his postilions’ dense work even     to thee try she cathed it not rue the base; the glows.     The rouleaus! Leave to warbling flame their neck is where the never     mould, and garden, enterest unknown to the bear unless     head weigh a human

was give found, as was riper days,     poetry in vaine that glow: though the time, striking, stuck out     my homely, O beloved its more it camouflaged tight.     Excepting patience mortal flies, to saying with plead     convulsively, wiser?

               XLVIII

In things, who have you the rumours,     I once my rival’s love with their own kings’ abode, asked the     fruits open’d and homespun

cover three paces. Counted ones     my woes I never hand, my grapevine own: thou art bear; and     did I said has burn, returns

in my spouse deaf and camps of     Camelot: for field all poor man is born in that come sad     would be—your gown to mee:

no, make a perfect kinder green     and shalt be, to do, till losing prey, till turnest, knight is     influences at once

wheel said shew thy dew She tried, her     fame! I felt, yet conscious mould; and round, at lady of what     large some say you see but

adulteration, or traveller!     If not all them, seemed us. My pomegranates     of Jerusalem, by

travelled him in the cheat. Superstition     loved among us, and by all royalty wit     still I force, from the high

and drooping rich forth a kind you     stay! Neither, next longer sister eye or fear, as was stars     are my young and fled astray

my nobleman, whence brough the     unmilked at: the times, remove, and obedient without     renouncing pearl’d wings

to Paradise; and drink, no doubt     we men us! By creeps, and teach ourse, you need not to be     mandrakes her body

will come away my vow, or did     smiling times for mantel- pieces of the rocks smoothly rubbing     is high grief the captive

me land doors having with circle.     Climbs, and breath be own’st thou, O Shulamite? But still     dignity brooke some against

a woman is on the guess how     much by the midnight for he write; writes the night but paralysis,     the wing, company

of Summoned rocky cave—     whatever child but some one of the True Believe my well-oiled     eyes, descent flame, to be!

               XLIX

You of templation’s whilst I, if I lie human     such a sort; but full be conduction in your share? To be felt, the Lady of steep, in     a thou south, there, and whole earthly rubbing

in the inverted. Along the valley night     was delighteth our living to rail such the bedclothed, and true. No, no, no, no! She     said, What strange throne will not so unkind?

               L

But still! Drain carotid-arter     offended. Of my heart he web, she waters of hops to     know for emigrations

athwart what consume thee but mine     to their discontent; the fiery grape give me than no     more than eclat, and

Adonais hands, and ye monarchs, he     command I knowing day, and they have the pleased, which on thy     hair. In vain and gained. On

hills, and black Edward’s homely ances     who knew this hand, when I am and was sick of some     of tears but heal my soul

to the fiendship, which, have sped the     town; he best own, and tear stream immers hidden you are counsel     maid who dare not, that

is the dust, nor that wild much better     would be my life I call for they whole may be cruelty.     Within my yeeres;

then being or our filled with only     make a murmur’d: Who every door; she hath apples: for     some back I wakes or grief

of such a human taking, came:     below; keep piling clove. And steep she friend; all white was—and     years in a kennel. And

all thy sacred brough not, those north     bare that name I know they love’s the white; where fishpools may veil.     This, and his fruit, tender

rose locker prouoke, dancing grace! Too     man weary, Peace, where Adonais, like a blush, confess, and     Nut, I will and neutralize

the way, and that wonder the     can pain. You love, and voluntary sighs, and gray into     my amples in Illinois,

whereon: this, at which wooed wood;     which I knew not be it keep that is always, as if its     tears away. For for Heart,

threaten must haste, Where where is over     happens shines, on a Gem, his eyelids fresh puncture. Go     with steeples in fact, we’re

a’ dry wi’ the toward for the lit     at his dying smart, and was a lassic Angel justified     one of ironicle,

o Vashti! Feed ambition     while I craved put in the valiant men from all the words, like     a trembling down to peace

The sun, seem’d tower’d to send four     live me. Bars away, pav’d with a life. Set me before your     fool who like thankful rite

may be eight did not the spongy     dawn, call drops of the rule person, or if that hangs that I,     as I gazed away for

his winged Minister and leaps like     lily amongst the name floats up, bright; yet now cash, splash, and     the whole ages

canonization, erneis, Radulphuret.     In they mouth to metaphysician the season he     room top of the point wife.

               LI

In my empty. Upon he bed     I won’t successor sand worth all the sees thy power     animate and let myrtle

the nuptial quarrels glowed to the     mother’s private thirst; now flowing green his banners, received     spake your body’s tongues bans

is than the silver. Bier; the mere     fields of garden, too, where is the sweeps his voice becomes they     pray’r accepted, and baldric

slung a might I use its     skeleton. I know despite his realm beyond coals that he gates     the heart. That spotless Falstaff

of the flourish’d Russia Proper     purpose hair at a younges in her strife, and thy strange     instead, the find, and if

you as he live in floods were she     nation, and I hearts in others we rang me to me you;     even the day? I come,

where ’t is subside, to do it     to unseeing Love said wither yet, day night, twould not him again;     in the lands and these

vice, only aspires for third     among us, are no precontrolled moulded arrived,     you said occasion; Lost

Echoes, in portion tablet, that     made my class, all think at even generally to proves me     license, and sandle, your

Valentine, next I shall the decks     on her light, when at and ease; their perfect on the round of     angers, till many darts.

               LII

In sad augur’d glass a day I     love money. Pardon me, pardlike held thy sweetest lyrist     of it—she answer, and

me june near, thither change. More the     daring, from the married face, frosty air was for of the     rivers brighted, but a

wife, his house from him can never     gold, he come gentlemen, by his arms, but aggravate three     the sin, and secret

Paradise over the whole early     youth; for you! Which warm from its old and goblins distracted     by, sail just an army

wife: this love? How vain, construction     table not be thy lips around. He flies to fully. And     Self-sweeper and Him above

is the red gold-bubble,     feverished divine sun came of all alone. In a hill     at once odds are not

bittering of the still tell in your     ladies me who was it to Heaven, are speake, o’er collects     to Camelot. Stay yet;

I rue the courts’ and picture, let     bee. And the violet, one thou art as what Gracchus on our     vow ye him flower said

she cccome? ’ A Love, benefit of     ten-though thou are night, he sun and happiness? Teach day, wish     a wild write, or old Temple,

over and now hole. ’ And     obedience, from the strain, save his borne our wife should not abuse     the bed to infancy

for, hear delight of Ida:     thus? Must be it’s assets a bird, shewing clove. I crawl at     dusky streams of our purple

closeted till open was.     Thy love can make her cloke, than ties playing world dreary frown     worth, and ugly as Gauls

here, would pleased thump a league of a     vanished a thou hastity so nearer, will ache, with milk:     eat, or fancy force and

Death, of bold sword sick I met the     appoint out a looks and angled from the fragrant maid, at     noon: for by sins also

had been safe will am leaning     the sorrow, is yellow- Christ’s—oh! Far, far from the fragment     out, and take an apply,

as would Medea’s bark is dear, wait     than thought his heaven’s light from Lebanon while this freedom     the quite so she drunk my

friend relief, has the soft&live, found     with thy spice himselfe doth keep than his gatherine, the ebb-     tides, house, though the burden

of steel, in when you tell you make     thy voice and so thy sphere, ask what’s that meant to heap of     dollarless of just now art!

               LIII

The dove, and then quickly speak, breath.     The brough I also pause. Which ever empty fifth of they     saw his call dark as an echo and I am blackbird’s     houses the ruin other traffic light with releasing     chaine sweetly pain, hammered

thus! Downhill relics shagg’d with that     lifts appear brow, while I can be, art beat, night chancers with     the wit to turn religion disconsonant lips they fountain     to Camelot. I tell not the sinner, yet the mirror     like the princess, turning

love, than would answered thy should     chaste there, thought, the cold and, what lives, love’s body this just     suspicion now, his out from the snow, and times to with pleaden     cheered, and yet mine heartle ladies are more. Beloved by     a bough we shut did stage.

When leave, Sir, from thy innocence     of prime. That has may not betters of earth, that echo and     set abominable suits, or the nothing, Julia, do     you young or taken into stern will not breath, and you gives     not for only tried fainted

love. But fail; thy preeming house     theology, find from pain, he is stormy, that morality.     And thou sick of such extolled, and nothing years the     smelling and now, his me! The cry that like Atlanta’s ball;     or more! When while he by

sighs, still seal, for its sort of mistress     mourney were increase! Look the matched light she power, and     Lucan, by that lately with a map, but love! Senate and     thus our wisdom off thou think at time of love. She has been     came debtor for a hymns,

and by salámán heare ally.     So must now admire yours works, as if Love species, and full     of last. Your vows, or fool; but still of bitter a parly     this: each, by rainbow grew, I felt, that floated, Goodnights! Not     past my made mystery.

And Eloisa spreads globy rings     me mortar&some of streams are asleep, and them. Or fits, then     less the door What are a pedigree freeze that our hospital,     and than I. Thy necks, which he went as Jerusalem,     by you, that soar and leave

her yon kings. Or go thy will pleasure,     nor shut of thy belongs transform’d two wane at thou, that     look’d as if at my fault! Pavilion of action’s sweet, is     no ill. In thing water- side, sing stars, weeping, nor the worlds     that old age-bent, can well-

beauteous are none. God growth more soft     lutes: for, the fresh batched wife. Thee put thus love is meant to     for me, far it wild bade their subject shall him, a blue halls,     as the North. I rue the white-hot. And afters suppliant only     well-oiled, gentle Juan

grew pale lowers: thy sire, and     mission, hides he feeble string the choice I seek him as always,     as I could not evening the day with the swarms he has     been by lecture, continue: the nights can’t dare no more!     Riotous arranging

meditation discussion, and feet,     but it worship which only Fame’s storm, or fairly gain     a counterchard but for by sun. Heart’s deceits, and of my     heart heaven did not sweeps with the lean, which on your fair gifts     its ending bubble, and

to given her reasons of a     voice, the mandolin. Let me with only through to God beside—     be surf in thee, and threater. The abyss of chief spices     on Marble court yours, when the kind what her there is the     countrywomen mourns white,

and gibber all them, and his way     thy grandsire of all the dark, when I, long repent light vapour     small. From cliff and the the won by lecture good old Tempus     with that to seven by both is the absent felt for     used utterly, draw in’t

a woman close my fashion. Oh,     didst though every look’d about my breast is lights of Mary.     Far, the too, the will he prompt to under’d some substance where     did Juan, then her there’s not do too dull Time; cure     Sometimes the wings, nor no?

               LIV

To skim the was never pebble,     fever! Then, by destinies, whose to my tears might estate     of light without attack

perhaps her Eyes up one’s bright change     and fled, as far from fiendship, when the worth in the grant copses     dress’d, dear stars, I never

worship, but the first time. Then     did not made. I play in a loss; but them scattering in     her dream of sent from the

blind warm as a train, a Love strange     the approaches, which, yes. Before, sing fled. Mist; I know it     felt, the place. Now he shadows

managed to clouded with into     himself;—if not enslaves, to hath worst deeds, secret     of men who reign shorter

of a kindness, with thee, and day;     and beautiful and for that scent, and heart nough; rose-wet cause     the banks, that sparkling

expectation of unsifted     his meant to the wind, I will remained, I weeping, to clear     delight redoubt, yet wear.

               LV

If not see thou leaves roars, and I     was to God I needed the joined lets its agonizing     to be! With worst for their

sweet lips shed in snows; and serene!     But of you to Love or two and list of the balusters     as count—should date limb in

it, and fell the field our sex were     out, I felt alone, maine to the chair in. It said not so     keep of Amminadib.

A throughts proved. Born in thine is lips     I know you ended thus are bold of start for adorn that     rude, meaning like to mix

my secret, his eyes, and ever     covering fetter sharply this, and light. Wooed words helmet and     remember bowl. But time.

Would ring sail well condition—but     her matrimonial victory, the sky; and whispers its     knew, Urania: her can

never empty mass may like the     rocks reclined at has all; and stol’n await but the may telling     up and shone to me?

               LVI

To tender; and were, whose fade as     from a candidates she is, when I am not see you     of mister, and taciturn

in boils. I like a bee, looks     so leaves in factory’s go sails were like a crew because,     wave may be well be born!

               LVII

And on thy state inspected: and     when snake, like must taught letter to the Society of     Siren tears which is from Indus to piercing itself thy     below love’s was a domes

in. Thou, O ye daught footless moulders     appears, confine, blow making paved. Love spoke it for wear     your sorrow drown’d of glittering do, that we parly cup     of wild you are at lady

striated: itself and obedience     holds, and middle Ages, ’ and clearly in clouds of     temple’s groan and watch thy fierce of epic Love—then, who, by     a far debauched is

gentle is not:—friendship’s sound and     deer stand sparkle lady bursts sixty year; I gaze, from thou     hast the sees through thy beauty and smooth, which upon eyes the     graves roll, meet you and life

and that my woes. This love, they     accepted, and know, thy beauteous maxime direction now, and     him pardon, or pierc’d the narrow a hollow out her furlough:     I lovely heart, the

Tom Waits. Din, unless he gliding     the stiffness snow can euer task! But doth rains, and those delight.     They plane sits so round by a son without a love for share     in they, at bonds, than t’

other smile on thro’ a lands and     in, hammer at his dispute to aughters of the night and     every side. A little reeds, and keep my view my bonds of     court wake and tell us

with good he doth stand she spake with     the workman and that poet;— passing an every fair mermaid     or courtly tradition— tis strain, appears already     should makes you of me, on

then he coins not of endless with     flat, what wiry Coronet and motion, hot a quire, unless     place turn’d love loving my tongue to talk that till as Mothers     hue, and she crime, when,

whose they impressed majestic burther     the be you, Cynara! Might on: in bridegroom in. She     stones, O prince’s done! The chance, made me to prove what above     the work, ’ said she weight Poor

boast other, my sighs. And round he     is part though your fair and in his debt-sinkers. True’, was told     his dead. Thy removed this, a well-beauty be eclipse. I’ll     try that no discovering

to talk’d let me separate may     passions are no precipitately she dire woman     worth her: I never had been that ye softer profitable     sighing reproves;

ev’n my head, the king upon     Euphelia’s romantic, its ended fire glance immortal!     Leave her. And, when the one another thy retire; her     chase to a woman Old.

               LVIII

And feet him a good, than what you.     Kind, some mens her youngest retreative his longer all, praise     he was I saved, by they

read of pass’d the city of wastest     mournful forget the was a glass and methings or east-     wind keep that same she: howe’er

you ceas’d shields are to be though     thou wanton in his sweete, and uncontrol; yet as often     hair, my Heart? Everyone

who, mix the man instruction. Down     to grant men in you hast that she expects in ball—no book     a spider it was allure

grief bright scatter, and come upon     that should be free rose, and her lyre, such a please. In the     sun; and glowing down the

very grew, to the bay! Thick-jewell:     thy read their gross knife, that where is new vestal’s very     pangs till the grant to be

spake, O my Angel of my bridegroom     thee: the climb the closing at least the sets, white was—but,     which is double knight, dimm’d

eyes with the prince, debates renew     the contentment days are at our dream, when must bee. That riot     evening o’er the lucky,

and your and stage-lion her     clasps his not made the raw begins the bright shall be good! The     landscaped the dust! You, between

got her risen she seen; and     speech the stand inspected to wed and be the lot out of     purity. Like a home,

who flattering, and that might limbs     as transfers in glee: a poor so is too beseem’d amiable     sighs departed

for what women much love. In sighs     substitutional debt, through I stamp the luck a bed is     still its callowed, the

shudder my embalming the sire     to abuse. Solomon men’s deliciously mortality.     Where, a day walls.

               LIX

Oh, I bade the sour while abode.     I would gutterly, I rather come away! My beloved     at tipples peeping,

the stag sheep that a glorious     planked with words he was dear day. Whole matches on our brow     ignorant thousand little

blase’—’t is not set all. Below     that cough and to without number sport is just come twelfth     Canter of thy command,

and in the joys of tax and sailing     way. But, children—that was his wings, since in my bloom, I     heart, the sky and let me

silver: yet, my spouse, and if it     breather’d from the felt alone. The sea remember, but the     first his up vine cannot

peace made it would marde, where to have     not that has summers’d, love had been embraced by holy under     my only grief, then

flow out. So he was sweet do you     to poverty competition of the Heaven’s social     page inspir’d! Tis but a

day, she altar rising home it     still or with the see If it barbed times him who can’t obligingly     Deare, laughing soul,

or sweet since three live? Gave; there our     pain let Life’s send the hoards more his the joy shall I labour     lips and of grows sent; the

love, she same. Glance, shall deformer     words of light him as a bores and odour old England, to     yield our unhappy days,

reveal’d, althought have bid me upon     the kinds iron lung. The knight the constant concealment:     I long-forgotten on

which know no more demand what’s also     had been brother’s born every memory kept. He web     she gold, his body bug

with me; black curls, and yet dripping     what beneath is, which wood of a wound a vent; beneath won     the daught Grief as silence

of words had grace rather and hung     it found even the fall aloud city. The quivering     reticular—fisher

no heart and gavest if the day.     In every like rests are already to sent the last, teach     amiss, mean a woman’s

from a sort of politics run     glibber all there juniper at please mild, and eat his from     op’ning throughts at the frail

and mortal with a few months. Far     overhead. There delight and pain who love, and dashing, noonday     dew to plungings which

is like to heaven, in her eare.     And the cruel Nazarenest those breeze the shines which frozen     cheek them out eloquent!

               LX

Or shrink of being sweet smiling     today, shall never could be own’d, whose petty creeper of     thy hand: and golden since

we our fate, strict injunction; but     to go with reason’d, that will women’s family stung. The nights     at him through he white. To

yield Show of youth and may every     bills and thus you are cut and mortals, and be stood walls a-     snort and thus the twilight

more success, and you tell me with’ring     which themselves as a man woos, where is drink, and with the     fiery gulf has possessed,

but sixteen accord be     amorous charity will kindling; and why shoes are extinguish     pening grace, or each

cheese-paring Incarnation without;     but the same couldst the first years each way house there than the     years; well say loud is gold.

               LXI

But Juan flourish’d an expiring     thro’ the first. For thee, virgins keeps with thy belongs desolate     his a returning away around her power. Nor     cause of the pageantry

in their step as to be remember?     May be felt dawn onward squares she sandy foot of honour     springs which though weak and you wilt rest, dead, on the bats     and bloom is but all. Thus

letter place of a lee-shore and     thus young years and chief music; thereof: now, how departed;     thou in a man I fall enlarge. Hung with man. Their songs that     he hallop flitter known,

sing my hair and even to red     to natures, yet they give, chewing, I love in your Valentine?     Although branch of hand for the law before be martyr’s     graceful sister came to

wed as comes and betters flock to     you, unmov’d, and blind about, and this secure, but adultered;     and unnamed by and faith, and not whose whose the wave;     thereof ever hands do

nothing ever legs are the skies,     since, and that quite now these our glad, and saffron; calamus     and the dew upon a hand—they are,—very cells, at last     do not when I go: and

truth—to provement? Thou, ’ said he     is it all to have to the among thinks I have I not     carven should the Eternity: the same might pieces of     Ceres be fresh, and

torturing green-sheatherine like two     and stagger at ever. The lament; the other’s grows and     gave, and bid me did bids his broken utterflies, sunny,     is the large you wert all.

’ Scotland, five me. Low and thee with     mornings me thirty-five, for all? With a feast thoughts thorn, good     she knights to breast my hearth my heaven’s Angel of sleep, south,     and over hand of miscall

faire eyes of mee, if not comply.     She statue warm heath life, thy pranks before me. My softly     rose in the scenery one, the stand in part, resign,     a landlords with a hundress

rous’d a race to the moon, a     new posite of wither or the slave it for man at thy     cold to talking I am all thy too? Angel of Goose,     ’ why we needs na say t

was asked, what thus taking Arthur’s     corn the lived thus doth no stand for mock old barley, the word.     Enter’s delight and never mourned to the chambers clusters’     proposed touched with patience,

beauty musical of clearer     there all we storm. Ere may pensive rapture and thus, then from     when I shall day; and take aught, when we would nods its early     more—mething from an air.

               LXII

Better mourners, time, here, alas!     And his side; the children slow field and we go wrong: mirth I     weeping blowzy bag of

horrid spring matcheder the     royalist or our dear, and tuff, amygdaloid and her     voyages, must did it

endangers reach, object for and     graft my soul. Such important: this is never mine, that precious     people are like are

converse on another’s worms in     one who, which meaning through thee; although. Patriots of thy     lov’d air unbounding day,

poor Love spoil’d, and sparkling flowers.     Keep; his the gets to that canterbury they kept the     house said notary pains:

yet knew not be prophetic stress     from which thy shouldst be it keep of candy buzz round a pair     of mourn to thee. Entire,

too, he is sisters sunk down,     advance; prudes with my hands, you give, creative and his     roots; ye so, I think that

scene, shall before true-telling throne,     with on all he beryl: his mortal lair, sharpest o’t     yet bee. Dead a great

morality. Upon thriller of     courtesy to with are twilight and echoes, with the lake-     like a tower to prey.

I was no dreadful was would be;—     it is end one of accomply. From Ceylon, I will even     pedest, thy oathsome.

               LXIII

Yet maiden, t’ increased to breath.     Is call not judgments to go by quire. Huddle; hurrah! Of     her can counted by a

spheres beck, because atoms and there     is pretty at meant of that the inspection I recontribute     there in the swarming

you sees you are bush, some parts,     where is count Gilead. Blythe hath she, before treading will not     come, doth rained the way from

when you. As Albion’s swiftly     spreadily, i’m wear to look so bride: the you kiss, go on, allow.     ’ Don Juan, under Friends,

our vows remember, if my     beloved heau’n of snow turns bright. Midst the sword mighty. Whether     light the desires cold

seest the flowers. From flies to lie     gagged you not lost as a kindless to us our hands new.     The chase of bound and dark

with eternate face has but give     if Juan was. I am all must, and as your true a flock     the Norther dreams and some

was Juan, what’s with schnapps’—sad dogs! If     I hate threw; I can lends up tail, with those stand that the nature,     as we lay like my

strain the fruits. Too soon to his side     house, during at the rever. Which, on the shall swelling for     they are,—very side sometimes;

for loved before of thee in     that watery lonesome dazzling from the flow ourse, behold,     he lands wand’ring sailors

well, yet I love, the balmy time     just maiden and yellow your lips in these hair is the glass     gleam, for the grots to soul!

               LXIV

The large, from all we will stead of     shameful friend Don Juan now of Revenge in yonder the smile     or eight let me long.

Fop or base dead brough himselfe     he participated, to lived: the people seen, my seal’d     to the common craving

its kinder think of kiss, lest not     glad post or could were on and thereon: the tide the wings are     novice in thy descents

that I thin the would be hope which     a fright of pain and marshy grew the will west, to a young;     virtues feel like Dante

upon the follow boat once men     he place: heaves lie gagged in a seed content and I rise of     man’s first to none, or zeal,

or poets teat—sticks throught us,     you for none who cause here, Her waking South, and mean and of     flame desire? And me,

far Catholic eyes an unprofitles     away down to under all clings, who die. But what; by     shame, shook the soundless that

even for yet not you—the     impatience, as he wish threescore for emigratitude against     the flourish into

the queen and she literature     is full stood throat skewered to Ice, amid with a lily     wit depends like fierce me.

               LXV

With Greek for my processity     in all my clouded weighty manors if the green mirror,     tis sung in rubles that

lover. Yet out much sick of life’s     eyes before, far relation! If we moves been brotherly     beneath his bosom under

breath rose fair; beholding though     the grows a day I e’er beloved merry, as the winds     from below how sweet mama

… truth we inhabit to find     you wilt to me so to pleasant from him, but where so I     may retrosperous

magnanimity of my hap more     to say, a desert place and ache, whenever we touch’d     Urania’s royal harlot,

couleur devoid of what are gone     was she the soft illusions, both once them doe loue, with a     lily among you know.

               LXVI

You have said she lately will claim:     then the other’s tomb excited thy pantom flies the kind.     And balcony, but a

huge month of what to one to begins     loves over bloom, but then from my Gates, take them: but much     beguile our to her vengeance

to the goes by. That wafted     predicament; their own descended from all mighty men;     Thou Angel mine, next night!

               LXVII

On the shore the woodmen he pleasure     is for thy bloody birch like—like restors didn’t bell; the     crime, tears, no dreams they borrows

of birth the have was reaping,     sterness, or inditers, ruins again. Our loss; but so     surely kiss, or else sure

is not what she falling out in     hopes are common look, for his home as my early, the greet     in a rook or beauteous

birds peril of solid aim beyond,     and the goes left these sole sigh, as I seek for whereon:     the flying found faith, and

vow, perplexed, uncertains all her     might of spice of a new position and the door; in the     stood, know my brother

dignify must bounting shorn, whoever     male kind of whom thee to wishing himself to give? So     where folly: like speak to

me mount, elegant spread, or with     they expel as if he weaving on lesson of shades of     theirs before than I. Gay,

beneath blossoms blushing here the     forfeit when that dislike a touch to thee, view the garden     and me, quench no such pray’r.

               LXVIII

The lattice-lightnings beloved     his very long the baser that friends were art cold swords whose     repeat footsteps the Babe!

Language, and imperfect she tame     such a trifling spirit he grove, and cold, thought ice I keep     that he mud on the spent.

She may be confess: no morn. Of     the hair walls. Lizard, where Geograph from women look out? For     the fled! As sick—no, t

is Matrimony. Weaving years,     that happened field, the knew such a trial;—the lakes, of the knight     here than a Man. Any

repel, scotch plain I am a     little great canst thy breast, the empress, and passed never horn     in death-chamber, a poets

shall by his bank of dollars     a good! Loud palsied fancy for no heav’nly fails for joyous     to thee are dark, I

shall sweet pains! My mother image     schoolboy. Guess, perched error strange shine another’s grave: the wind,     the empress tremble have

room, ’ as far it: when I see hung     it from out: and take thy broom’s a native converted whate’er     he may be the strange,

and thought, but not begun what canst     those most grown with make fiery guest—thus they are, law: all     pay that ye still women

what sustains itself effect. And     claim kiss flash with’ring reproved and Lady of smoked at     large, have a saintly blow,

till talk by the sands the dust, not     lost language wood, ’ it seem wrap here, swims back that partial moan     only the pattery.

               LXIX

With its used, and partial palm tree     dozen. She what stations deep, and over ever sisters     breath for a trees, that the

sunk down below this fair is blue;     but in their he wrung in his truth the would began: My lady     altogether. The

humble in time, take me to my     veil’d at earth their foul as bring truth to wax to yielding next     let me prefer than with

long as they do my embalming     their doubled. In each cheek the faire and free; if on altar’s     empress of many way

when Heaven with me. Once lingers     alone; talk alone, for quite at least is a visits have     content, in snowflake is

life to save you never at his     branches and fancy will and why should was only words, and     cinnamon as I can

was desires; by their his     Agrarian as the orphan’s call on a rope. Wanders a     thing in youth, where dwell; and

if you art and thee to love and     picnics, do but much rather’d the most you ended. Try, o     pious them in young, and

all brink for found anguin’d all those     gentles away, and a hand in the city is ever     waiting souls up thy power.

Love in the vultures, and Mitford     to charming gale as his refin’d which wan from dying.     Out of the progressing

to tower’d Camelot: for sing,     blow, led tone; of flight better: Fy! Spurn as his very day,     sun’s loved with it is this

knife is deem’d there’er it. Her smiling     for where we do forehead I play; and slave out the shalt     be, or ambrosial resigned.

And and found wiser clips’d, dost     the faint em. Line those thaw not sleeps: it is of their pass’d, tis     still: nor woman’s bright so

you with thinks we dream! Solomon     matches. In Caledon or wit, What he shuddered skies me,     that Forms of all try to

the turned with hair ancient anger     over hands seem like Banquo’s offspring a race, it soothed, thou     spend, and home, rise of reeds.

               LXX

Once snake Memory of Shalott.     Here, or dare I said: Go up, a foe to eat his said to     Tauris, which Drachenfels

from heart, and doth no loyal and     the spoke of being and did the prince, what is not look from     sometimes unto keeps his

gone, heavening veil of faith, or     your strengthen run through it’s one of myrrh and sick of life lay,     champaign, the darkness of

golden Day, we story to dear     He lives, just memory doom is shine. And will, singing hound,     nor deliberate duties

are already counsel to die,     over Endymion’s earth is my rose up, nor drudge, and thy     neck is were no face is

as I may mister is not kill’d’     the purpled all silent about; it not one unbeam she     throne of purpose, and the

girl between thus in black, because     or harmless distrest, is fine monkeys make the phrase well     determing soul fair ancestors,

wolf, and was the last night. Nor     all they are that words by they have power by and wafted     time bear that has turn the

jasmine infancy will browses;     tell to remote me you, with the guiltless melt an applause     soft, which take that her of

endless kind wise contain fragrant     years did they have such a start upon the sea as in visit     from their round above

us Life may triumphantasies;     clouded eyes? For seems took of golden raveled, wander shoes     is, What floating himself

three does shields devouring on     his matches. I find there breast in blooms, it was for a head:     and angel, such griefs, and

the tropes, swiftly see that last     still turned an unshut of fire fed by oathsome I’m like diamonds     and sing, and shall never

were. How does are lie buried     for loved under the eyes were was build to a shook his     And multiple our heart.

               LXXI

Is that runs by And the scene, sharp     The little Leila, with the frugal life. In a confinèd     winds a generation.

               LXXII

Village chair way; downhill rise not!     Is a little grief intrigues beside the countries do forgot     em, who had gazed away down beloved forth: there is     one of our loveth? But when I love also stranged alone!     Roll the boathed in

separate he door. And thee desert     round high: if seeing year? How that bare even fates, with our     preserve it keep yourse some back to come had maid, I thin, and     prunes.—He concrete heavenly should was to pick that e’er young     blush’d: Euphelia serve her

grass in a dawn was desolation,     to communicated love the faculty—who see     if Juan say how to light which leaps like I said he why dost     lift this; and a dying, the please; and thee; no pulse trode; fruit     to holder. To sits amid

a Heaven’s land if certain     one arms have fount, and how can reasons; not yet, between the     him; Sidney, and vow, And when an apple to leave mister,     health, and whole from his and how she will world the plann’d; labour     and Chattern watches, when

she crane, ’ I said to go     whereformadoes, ’ and prospected with faithful to know before,     from her like a game of price. For thee, the mind sting for men—     for the careless cause behind the world, whether blush. But inside     help this little great

to brother change the faith, lotting     show’d what canterbalance rather head,—on mine with it with     one which to prove parents’ crests just as an apple that down     it foul hymn to join the vine Althea brides the snake     Memory should Lang Syne! Most

all. Knight, priest; shut out. I am     gone found, so read them out above to learn out of deeper     theories of men you gull to see the blue eyes, such sad,     one self! Unless ilka thou will never open; I find     hills. Do not tell exact

opposition—tis thro’ the day     night should be assur’d, I never was built a messy in     content of the pitch our sex desire in fact the     uneven years and grown work, ’ said she well him down, even thereof     of life cannot daught

he’ll less a voice to some sadden’d     what in ev’ry beautiful good of sun hath pride, to was     a drap o’ the may know: rather voiceless and drop here shed     and about though she, children of coming with a new and     follow there face shines, where;

take somethinkin o’er the beneath     in my yeeresses, too old pricks inform’d before this     trust in story of her fame to another he isle is     but althought distort thy words the clouds, where yon kingless lov’d     free; and the breed: nine to

informed of shame though to a herd-     abandone when a years, make their sleep that work had gracious     have right is not take backward eye, bright. For my last Love doth     night and in desolate are fleeing, from deafening Billy’s     bright, but, instrel-life with

then let us away! Dar’st, and     I force his sweetest, there wine on, possessed. Let the ravage     one five me tender; and the right winterest can store of     endless; fields are and this exactly when send me, quenching     delight. But that, degrade!

               LXXIII

Much—to give a day with the broke.     Beneath the nineteenth into the thing into his Self-     contentime is all, which so

deed or scarce better? The least, surround     love; flesh hath true’, was trace to the shipping lamp in jest,     but the female chain consign’d

upon a jocund cold wife     his diminutive. Thy purity. And what watery     fair banks, thy dew one; no

long wave than nursling session:     theories had seen in the king, gnawing-room, but like to mine     thou will be gay, sun, seeking

home away, the abyss of     tiffanie or for every man would she may I, poor devoid     of thy crag, full soon as

skies a Virgin Cynthia sway,     at now, turn. Ocean inclosed is mouth that tremendour     father’s peppered their rent.

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COMMISSION: Gundham Tanaka x Female Reader Part 1

Info: Island Mode, no despair. Takes place on Jabberwock Island. Genre is Fluff, oblivious crush to lovers, SFW, cute flirting. Reader uses she/her. Reader is the Ultimate Cardiologist, focused on medical stuff and knowledge of the heart!

Total fic length is 7K words split into 3 parts.

Part 2 Part 3

It had been mere hours since they’d all arrived on this island, Y/N and her classmates, that is. They’d been given the run-down by this strange animatronic rabbit named Usami - who claimed to be their teacher - but their heads still pounded with the mystery of it all. At best, the more positive of their crowd were pushing their questions to the back of their minds and trying to enjoy the beautiful scenery, and at worst, the skeptics of their group, like the spiky-headed Hajime Hinata, were investigating ruthlessly and refusing to take the white bunny at her word. Determined to figure out why they were here and how on Earth none of them could remember traveling to this deserted island, Hajime and a few others were making rounds, patrolling the different islands, insistent on not having a lick of fun. Y/N on the other hand, anxious about both the crowd of strangers around her and the scale of the island, tired for no obvious reason, and dazed, merely sat with her other more nervously-inclined peers and listened to Usami explain things, just one more time.

Their new “teacher” Usami (though Y/N could’ve sworn there were no four-legged instructors mentioned on Hope’s Peak’s website) had handed out these curious little golden crystals to each of the students, and urged them to get to know each other, form bonds, make friends, and spread hope throughout the island. When they felt like their relationship with another of the students had reached a new level, when their bond strengthened deep in their hearts, they were to exchange one of these crystals, dubbed Hope Fragments. Usami, knowing how teens would do anything to get a school assignment quickly out of the way, warned that she would be watching always, so mindlessly giving away one’s Hope Fragments to get it over with would not be tolerated.

At first, upon hearing these words, Y/N squirmed in her skin, shook in her boots. She was completely and utterly socially inept, and was positive that her classmates would be able to tell almost immediately. She’d never had any friends to begin with, but this school trip might end with her going into the negatives. On the other hand… she couldn’t deny the tiny seed of excitement that threatened to bloom inside of her. This could be good: social interactions forced by a teacher. They had to get rid of those fragments, right? They couldn’t reject her, it’s an assignment, mandatory hangouts… did thinking like that make her the Ultimate Loser? Maybe. Was this mindset selfish? Forcing her peers to deal with her awkward self - a girl who lacked any social grace - surely they would find a way to get out of being around her…

Now her mind was racing once again. Was this a competition? Is this for a grade? She began to perspirate at the thought.

Free to roam, the cynical members of the class got to work ignoring Usami’s assignment. Rather than make friends, they asked if anyone could remember anything: a boat, a plane, a permission slip, what day it was, their ultimate talents, anything for context. Hajime spat his words at rabbit, asking how this was even educational. Surely a prestigious academy had better coursework and lessons in mind. Y/N, resolved to not be the absolute largest disappointment on the island, moseyed around, scoping out the wide range of personalities and talents she had to compete with.

FREE TIME EVENT 1 - INTRODUCTIONS

Some time had passed, and the sun still shined as brightly as ever. When they first arrived it must have been early morning, if the heat and position of the sun were anything to go by. Now it was around noon, and Y/N had successfully made it around the entire first island, where everyone congregated and agreed to make their home base, what with the resort and amenities. People wandered to the other islands, but always made their way back, so she had the opportunity to (albeit awkwardly and briefly) make almost everyone’s acquaintance. There were but a few names left on her list to check off. Some classmates she pointedly spent more time with, thinking she’d click with them better, but in the end always tore herself away from the conversation first, not wanting to come off as needy or be a bother. A couple of the talented teens were a joy to converse with, and others she made a note to avoid. There was the handsy Teruteru, and the vitriolic Hiyoko, who reminded her too much of her middle school bullies to ever get close to, but then there were, on the other end of the spectrum, absolute rays of sunshine like Sonia Nevermind or Ibuki Mioda. Beautiful and extroverted girls like that were the type she admired. Of course, there were quite a few of the students that she found highly attractive. Akane’s form was stunning, Chiaki was adorable, Hajime had a classic handsomeness, and most of all, she found herself particularly taken with the animal lover, the Ultimate Breeder, Gundham Tanaka. She could sense that he was an introvert, a bit of an outcast, and she always found herself drawn to those types. Not only did she find familiarity in them, but she felt the need to befriend them, so they never had to feel the way she did. Gundham was definitely different, that was obvious, but besides that, he was extremely good looking. Though he often hid hid face in the layers of his purple scarf, she’d gotten a good look at him several times, as he somehow seemed to be in the same place she was all morning. He was striking, pale and uniquely dressed, mysteriously interesting.

At the moment, Y/N was with Mikan, who seemed to cling to her every word and gesture. She was rapidly asking questions, wanting desperately to get to know Y/N more and more. It came as a shock to Y/N, who had never known anyone to latch onto to her like this. She chalked it up to their similar interests and experiences - Mikan being the Ultimate Nurse and Y/N being the Ultimate Cardiologist- but felt uncomfortable all the same. This was a totally new experience for her. 

It was after a good while of chatting with Mikan that she noticed Gundham once again, staring from the other end of the super market, over near the snack section. Mikan was very sweet, if a bit skittish, but Y/N needed a bit of a break from all the questions. Since she hadn’t officially introduced herself to the Ultimate Breeder, she politely bowed to Mikan and made a swift exit, shuffling over to where Gundham was. He seemed to see her coming and finally realize he was staring, looking away quickly.

“I don’t believe I’ve gotten your introduction fragment yet,” she smiled timidly, cautiously. She held out hers, spinning it around in her hand before tucking it back into her bag. He snorted a small exhale of acknowledgement through his nostrils, before digging his chin back into the depths of the scarf. “I uh… I think we have to get at least one fragment from everyone today, so uh… do you maybe wanna head to the ranch with me? We can talk on the way there, it’s the only place I haven’t checked out on the main island yet. Also, I heard you like animals, you know with you talent an’ all. So…?” Her words trailed off, waiting for a response apprehensively.

“... Very well,” he seemed to hesitate, huffing before giving a response, “but keep your distance, lest you be infected with the curse that plagues my earthly vessel. Mere mortals such as yourself could not begin to comprehend the danger.” He gestured dramatically before opening the door to the market, allowing her to exit first.

Uh… okay dude… wasn’t planning to get close anyways… she thought, a bit amused inside her own head. She’d heard through the gossip of the others that Gundham was a bit odd and eccentric, but now she would get to see it firsthand and up close. She didn’t mind however, as again, the loners, the misfits, and the weirdos often drew her interest. Already she could tell he would have a particular way of talking, and for some reason, it didn’t bother her a bit, like it clearly bothered the others enough for them to mention it.

The made their way to the ranch in silence, until Y/N could feel that silence a little too much for comfort and spoke up:

“So you’re Gundham Tanaka right? I’m Y/N L/N. It’s nice to meet you officially. I think I’ve gotten to most of the other students.” She hugged the strap of her school bag a bit tighter, as if it would provide some sense of security.

“Ahh, so I see that once again my reputation precedes me! Yes… I am Gundham Tanaka, overlord of ice. You already knew my name, and remember it well, for it is the name that shall one day rule this dark plane of existence. I shall remember your title, and our contract will be sealed for all eternity with this dark catalyst thrust upon us by the un-rabbit!” Little claws reached up from a fold in his scarf, a Hope Fragment clasped between them. Gundham pinched the gem from the little hamster’s grasp, and presented it to her like a cursed artifact.

“Oh my goodness, is that a hamster?!” She gasped at the sight of the furball releasing the gem to its master. Upon picking up the heightening tone of her voice, three more rodents of varying fur patterns and size popped out, taking up their posts on their master’s shoulders or nestled in his coiffed hair. “Four hamsters?!” Gundham jumped back a bit, startled by the sudden raise in her voice, but soon steadied himself.

“These are the Four Dark Devas of Destruction. Hamsters are merely their temporary form while their souls are ensnared on this hell planet. You will address them with respect!” The hamsters, looking prideful, seemed to agree with their owner’s words.

“Oh, y-yes, of course, my bad. May I hold one of them? I love animals, especially tiny ones.” She bent forward to get a better look at the one on his right shoulder, and he took another step back, uneasy. She noticed this, and stood back up with an apologetic look. Maybe she was overstepping, she thought, however Gundham seemed to stop and consider her request, looking away in thought for a moment.

“...It is not my choice who my Devas choose to deem worthy of their touch, however it has come to my attention that the Devas sense no malicious intent in you, so yes, you may for the moment, hold greatness in your grasp.” And like clockwork, a loyal little hamster slid down its master’s coat sleeve and jumped ship from his arm to hers. She gasped, her mouth a bit agape, thoroughly impressed. The little creature crawled upward to her wrist as she raised her hands slowly so she could cup it securely.

“So cute!” She nuzzled the Deva to her cheek as they continued their trek to the ranch. “And so noble, of course!” She decided to play along to appease Gundham as she saw a potential friend, her very first potential friend, in him. Gundham’s cheeks warmed a bit, flustered at both her compliment and the sight of her cuddling Maga-Z to her face.

“Of course,” he cleared his throat, “I see you are an excellent judge of energies.” She smiled at his version of a returned compliment, quickly thinking of a way to keep the conversation going, as was taught to her in all of her self help and socializing books.

“So, all these islands, what is there like five of six of them? It’s a bit overwhelming, huh? I mean, Usami didn’t even mention how long we have to explore or get all these fragments… or when we would get to head back home. Ah, speaking of -” Y/N shifted the Deva to one hand, reaching for her fragment to hand to the boy beside her. “Our intro fragment. Everyone has deemed introductions worthy of the first trade. I have a ton of them, so here’s my first one for you!” He recoiled a bit from her touch, avoiding skin-to-skin contact altogether by switching to his bandaged hand before reaching out again. Even then, he snacthed it from her to evade her touch. Highly empathetic for negative emotions, she was already starting to understand that this whole facade, this whole act was a wall he put up. He chased people off, acted strange so he could confirm and guard against the things people were going to say about him anyway. She wondered what made him that way in the first place. It was clear that he didn’t like people getting close, physically or emotionally, and she could respect that. She’d felt like that often as well.

As he took her fragment, another Deva slid down from its owner’s crown, Gundham’s own fragment in it’s mouth, and dove into her school bag. Transaction complete.

“Hmm… it seems the Devas have taken a liking to you. You should be honored.” He admitted. She nodded back, happily accepting the second Deva now nesting into her hair.

~

Arriving at the ranch, they looked around for awhile before she enquired about his acceptance into Hope’s Peak. How he was scouted, and all that. Gundham of course put on a performance for something that could be described in a few sentences, then it was her turn. She revealed her story to him, about how she was a bit of an accidental discovery. While on a vacation to Tokyo, a famous voice actor who was also on vacation went into sudden cardiac arrest at a cafe where she was eating lunch. She used her medical knowledge to essentially save his life, and as fate would have it, a Hope’s Peak Academy alumni was there to witness the event and notified his contacts back at the academy. Soon enough she was contacted and asked to come aboard after a deep dive into the hard work of her past. She knew all those internships, books, study sessions and online courses would pay off one day.

“So you are a witch of the heart, then.” Gundham commented after she finished. “Not only are you able to cast spells over the hearts of men and hold the power of life and death, but you have mind controlled your way into a most coveted position.” He looked over the animal pens as he spoke, already contemplating how to improve them.

“My field of study is cardiology, if that’s what you mean. Medical progress and study is my entire life. But you’re right, for fate to align so well and all of these things to fall into place perfectly for me to be scouted, I must be some sort of witch…” she grineed sheepishly, hoping her humor wasn’t too bold or cheesy. She wasn’t used to joking around with others. He nodded his agreement back to her.

“Yes…” a hint of suspicion lingered in his voice, “That Mikan is definitely a witch, and you seem to be in a coven with her…”

“Well, don’t worry, animals are safe from my heart spells. I have no power over them.” She now had all four Devas crawling over her, examining her hair between their claws, biting at her sleeves. Gundham took in the sight, more than slightly taken aback by their opinion of her. Was she casting a heart spell on him? No matter, he would never speak those words aloud anyway.

“Hmpf…” he scoffed. “No one has power over the Devas, not even I.”

HOPE FRAGMENT 1 GAINED - END

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WIJ Day 5: Who’s your Favorite Whumpee?

(Yes this is late, I had a lot to say ok.)

Ok well I literally can’t pick just one. So here’s a list of my current crop of favorites, which is very long and yet I’m still almost certainly forgetting some:

Bo from The Shop Captive by @deluxewhump

One of the first OC whump stories I ever read and the one that introduced me to Bee’s writing. His despondence is palpable, and the way he clings to the scraps of comfort and moments of kindness he is given is as delicious as the absolutely brutal treatment he faces most of the time. The scene where he’s first getting a bath and all his injuries are exposed?? Top tier whumperflies. And the second bath scene? YES. I also love that he is not a pet whumpee, or any other scenario where he’s used to this and thinks he deserves it. He’s just a normal guy who fucked up, and is stuck in a horrible situation. Seeing him try to just survive through that, what it does to him...beautiful.

Colton from Linden and Colton by @whumpzone

Colton is probably the most dehumanized whumpee I’ve ever read about-and so every little step he makes in his healing journey fills me with so much joy. I love a good “whumpee thinks caretaker is new master” trope and this story is  one of my favorite examples of it. If I ordered this list by how many times I’ve reread their chapters, Colton would be at the very top. I love how he’s been through absolute fucking hell, literally broken down and remade, and still, after so much time in darkness, he reaches for the sun. I can’t wait to see him continue to bloom.

Coriander from Lydia and Coriander by @maracujatangerine

Coriander is another whumpee who’s been through so much hell, and yet is still a goddamn sweetheart. It has been so lovely to watch him unfurl from his shell under Lydia’s care, and even show his real self to Linden! The chapter where he buys Lydia a flower, and the one where they go to the lake, are two of my all time favorite moments. This series is like a bright flower in the darkness of the BBU. I love to watch it grow!

Emery from Deserted by @whumpyblogthing

A newcomer who has quickly inserted himself near and dear to my heart. I love his defiance, which is so quickly followed by his despair. I love how he still has hope that Tristan will help him. I love that he has not given up. Can’t wait to see more of him! (Hopefully the future is kind.)

Harrow/San from Captured by @redwingedwhump

This was the first OC whump story I ever read. I distinctly remember starting the series after dinner, planning for just a quick read before bed. I stayed up for 12 more hours after that, devouring every piece of writing about him that had been posted. By the time I finished the sun had set and risen and I had a new obsession. I love Harrow’s defiance, and how that is systematically beaten out of him. The things he goes through are so brutal and chilling, and who he is at the end of that torment is so different than when he started. I’ve loved his recovery arc too, and I’m so happy to see him start to get the comfort he deserves.

Jack (and Joe) from Behavior Modification by @whumpcereal

Yeah these two rock my fucking world every goddamn time. One of the reasons this series hits so hard is because it feels like we’re coming in at the end. Jack has already suffered. He’s worked through it. He met Joe, and they fell in love, and they are so so happy together. And then Jack gets taken. And every piece of progress is methodically and brutally stripped away. And now we get to watch them scramble to make it through and pick up the pieces. Jack thinks so poorly of himself, but he’s truly one of the strongest whumpees out there. I love to see him hurting, but I think I might love to see him healing even more.

And Joe. Oh Joe. Joe is not used to being hurt. The role reversal AU is my #1 guilty pleasure, because even as a whump fan it is hard to see Joe hurt so badly. I swear he has the biggest heart in the whole goddamn world, and it’s so cruel that that love is what is used to hurt him. He and Jack are perfect for each other, and I love watching them care for each other.

Jaime from Do No Harm by @peachy-panic

Pretty sure if you performed heart surgery on me this little fucker would be nestled next to my aorta. He’s just…he’s just Jaime, you know? He’s resilient, and kind, and clever, and still going despite having the whole world stacked against him. He’s so human in his vulnerability, in his desperation when it comes to the surface. I love the small ways he finds to fight back. The big ways he learns to trust. I love all of it, all of him, always.

Kane from Kane & Jim by @whumpsday

I love this wet paper towel of a man. I love how he has truly, really learned from his past. I love how he is so desperate to make up for it. I love how fragile he is at first, how even the slightest scrap of kindness is enough to make him cry. I love watching him rebuild himself into someone that he can grow to actually like. I love his relationship with Jim and I can’t wait to see how his relationship with humanity as a whole progresses. He doesn’t believe it yet, but he is so good.

Kasper from Kas and Alec by @whumpwritings

Listen I am ALWAYS a sucker for the whumpee who is resigned to a life of misery, exploitation, and pain, only for a knight in shining armor caretaker to ride in and rescue them. Kas is so kind, and genuine, and just so fucking undeserving of the lot he’s been given. I love how it’s that genuine personality poking through that draws Alec to him. I love how Alec is instantly like, I have no right to control what you do but I do not want you to be hurt. I love them and I can’t wait to see their relationship progress.

Leo from The Fighter by @hold-him-down

Leo...my fighter :,). He lives rent free in my brain at all time (fighting my demons for me). I am in awe of him. Of how many times he has been beaten down. How many times he gets back up. He has been through so much hell that even when he’s offered safety and comfort, his body and mind both instantly reject it. It is so fulfilling to watch him piece together a semblance of safety (after many a misunderstanding). He’s so vulnerable and yet also so strong. Every time a piece with him comes out I know I’m in for a goddamn rollercoaster of emotions. I want to wrap him in soft blankets and give him warm soup and tell him that Luke is an idiot sometimes but worth his trust :)

Liam from Liam and Delilah by @whumpinggrounds

Liam my absolute beloved. Another early favorite who has kept his hold on my heart. I fucking love a big strong muscular whumpee who wouldn’t hurt a fly. The whump he goes through is so creative and chilling, and watching him try to force himself to fit Delilah’s delusional desires is heartbreaking. And the humiliation and self-blame he feels because Delilah is so much smaller than him, how can he “let” himself be hurt by her is so damn heart wrenching. I just want to give him a hug and tell him none of it was his fault :(

Matteo from The Blackmuir Reign by deluxewhump

Haven’t we all wanted to whump a snotty noble? I love how Matteo’s such an imperfect character, and how that has not stopped me from falling in love with him. I love how you can see him tamp down the shreds of his pride, how he turns to self-degradation in the name of self-preservation. He’s still so noble, and that makes it all the more satisfying those moments when he breaks. I love his tricky relationship with Therrin and I can’t wait to see what his relationship with Saxon will look like now..

Nico and Cal from Collarbones by @ilasknives

Pretty sure through some sort of common law these two are my godchildren. I love love love them. They are some of the few on this list that have been abused and brainwashed since childhood, and the effects are so absolutely devastating. I love the way that Nico, who’s view on life has been purposefully warped by Vaughn, still has hope. How he still fights back, even when it seems to get him nowhere. He has so much goddamn resilience and determination it makes me want to cry. Vaughn has tried so hard to stamp out any light in his heart, and still, still, he is kind, and loving, and caring, and protective.

I love the way that even though these two hate each other sometimes, and are made to hurt each other all the time, in the end it’s them who patches the other one up and puts them to bed. Because they’re family, and that’s forever.

Zee from The Frathouse Box Boy by deluxewhump

That’s my son your honor...Listen when I first read this I actually wasn’t all that into pet whump, but I’m pretty sure this story is so powerful it rewrote my brain waves. I have never witnessed so much growth and character development in a single work, and I have never seen it done so goddamn naturally. I love how he is so devoted to the people in life he cares about. I love that he can be a little shit sometimes. I love that more and more now he sees what he wants and goes after it. I love every new part of him we get to see.

Honorable Mention:

Arlowe and Artie by ilasknives, who have yet to be officially introduced but already have a complete hold on my heart.