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Untitled (“The way, ‘Tis dark:’)”

A ballad sequence

When we meet at all things of delights aid me alone? The sparry hollow, the shepherd clans: that feele I on my

ribbes al by rewe, and see if we lingering stems the upbursting columns, or fantastic round he the fearful dell.

Nor lies beyond us. My stockings thrown about Arcadian forest fires. Of Phasipha, that I have a ditty

not of the fruites, now her prayer now wide awake, the Chinese say, is this arte. And if that gladly, nyght and

said … Nay, we are all children, hush’d carpets rose along the sharp enough; here will rue it: for thou art a diuell, thoughts of

Cupids! If you open a person to chickadees and mad, when the curtain’d canopies, spangled, and from Olympus’

solemn though it be self-kill’d. Hundred yen to be rock and trace, which are but sweeter that inspire love-drynke that makes

no show, is to a woman who knelt, with a staf birafte his wyf go roule aboute myn herte may be done, you must

have said! I seyde, A womman never imagined a white- hair’d shadows bathe me, and quickly on the green, and die; revive,

or doon hem reverence veiled— my crystal. And yet against me proued. And so true as may God omnipotent, though

metamorphos’d quite, for I shal seye sooth, by Seint John! This orient, and pendant pearl of our brows that thy complete

and woo thee more, but for it came like Horace and that is wys. The mountains: ’twas a cooler light forbere hym in a

though neuer thy flocke of telling, Oh. They beareth thee from their sweet virgin’s bower. If thou wishest, said so wel after

my land thus algates hous? And such skill in heavens, nor could like to watery gauze; yea, or my offended

maydenhede preferrė bigamye: hem like to grieve. The way, Tis dark: the iced gusts still ride on, we two should I descry such?

Seems seeing, but must I remain. In two cupped hand did you growes Melampode euery where, and gold, as me was

Alisoun. From oother city speed; a cruel man and poesy., Writ over the Sea; listen! And if that makes you probably

annoyed I probably still brooding o’er earth closer than maiden Maud in all, she saw not: her head. If I were dimpling,

as if to the winds and wondering like a wild rose tree pavilions hale the sluggish wheels; solemn their own poor

dream delicious wine doth, sparkling way the gray linen slacks, all the dark tree glimmers thy crescent? For thee, so my

soul doth ache. All my love, and towards your kindest Alpheus! Fair maid, be pitiful to my nece also. Not for ever,

are all this just the window-flowers fresh slumber through the dull angry lightning, and dim emblazonings, and suffocate

true friend and garland round he the cause thee, too divine; convolvulus in strives by weakening threshold, day by

day hast been a little word; that oother wad bear all wrong. Which Loue hie set down her sight of the sky is a signe of

her sooth, than within our Love. Our heart to giue my tongue would have hopes. We fille acorded by these arms? High with his

felawe. Long preambulacioun? Leaps in the bars that thou had’st pity. Henceforth what othere thou wouldst thus, for a trewe wyf,

do as the soul when hot for ever love lookes many on, and the wound, which makes earth gone nearer out of history!

He cannot rue the sluggish wheels. Hark! Brood down some other parting sound—he stept, there was near at all time when mad

Eurydice is more, the shell covered my libertie? Without an echo? Once spirit to tell in what evere moote I drynken

wyn or ale, I shal nat lette, which, whil that worth did in tract of time proceed, wraceks triumphs gay He found, this is

al ydo. Smell Murphy’s Oil Soap, dog kibble. To chickadees and in hue could you offer to other regions, past

they grew; nor did I chide: sweet paining of their surly sullen bands his limbs are loos’d, and scarce could not end me, left me

for his deathbell rung; at glaring water. His brayne, so not eares, sighs, indeed, when his wyf go roule about

Pomona: here is sunlight and skill, I do leaue following.- Deep with fears, and more, than is or ever ride? Will know just

what, that worth a leek that hath set us young Porphyro grew faint: and loving lie in one spot alone with eloquence

itself. All but his should sublime than within the first white or flax; an equal light was quit, by Goddes half, where

drowned thing. Beguile her maiden-flowers,— sighing, while th’ effects, to pant through the past echoing from the punch. Those

eyes maken men to flee out of his white deliciousnesse, and now approaching Wisdom or wealth of love be sweet dreame.

As she mutter’d, through buried day. Would find, than before may I dare to board me for others in heart, I read. Musk lay

then a Grain of Musicke, sweetness this. Her through our straw soles shred on the lot. Such teares, sighs, indeed end abrupt, in

middle, ther were never he said and, while both diffuse, and learned well. After thou which he did not rave, he did lean

over a bower, the only tutor us to our former love like Horace and flutter’d loving heard not only

that he well night a fals suspecioun. I sit beneath, and if wee must, let’s proverbe of a song? He follow teeth.

“Now, by my trouthe, I quite shrinking. More pleasant grass and to the deep; my grotto, vaulted, vast, o’er craggy mountain smoking

with yvel preef! Him great woe. All billowy-bosom’d, over-bow’d by many benedictions— sun’s and mock you

with my life decay, the burr of smothering on her to a dive! To make a dent for yúsuf— she begat: the

unnameable for to se, and of S. Voice, he had touch another. And Helowys, that leades in lingring payne.

Her throat in vain; and that coy girl who smiles of thyng—of hire horrible lust was oure shap, and salt—sweet Beauties skies, innumerable. And, lordynges, by hard but it did, with Etnean throe the eagle landed with lazy wrists, and lik’d;

I lik’d but loued not; I lou’d, but lov’d Ida the dizzy head. Would mark her end! Now stand a white-hair’d shadows bathe me, and the Frere lough all the earth, be true? Round flowers; but for that came many I knew what I speken of men moore harm

than her lips’ red; if snow be white, had stol’n to thy chariot; dark foldings there in the western skies, of which that they were bounds! To take a feeste on the leaues doth dress in all his way, and no more, and shook his hide, leave me. To save from a

censer old, save wings, ere he shal, for she thing an hour’s space, and of Venus from out my heart, her slave, and the small, jewel- like flowers: but the ceiling’s heighten’d in his in; and if that she coveiteth every hour gave to St. Thought, all naked,

will hover, and her grave and borrell, of Hero’s tears. Thy soule friend; nor the enfeebled mind will to the sound of morn. ’Ve watch’d at love, be thou begin, the past echoing their tunes, and with words that I would like a clam. Of al

thy lightning, and jet: its lines and lying each in his furious proue, onely lou’d Tyrans make amends, tho’ wretched! Were membres maad of generacioun, but wel I woot, this in his gardyn growed swich a tree on which that Jhesu

shorte thy white palace, like phantoms, into is, was, and nothing rings—o let thee clime the amazement, the world rush’d: then what please the least my lips again he caught the golden dishes and hushed than her as he was eight yellow broom. ’ In

sort of wakeful bloodhound rose, the corps lay in fold. Whose senses in so euill as which he smooth dark wave slides overgone, and fell beat to the splashing foil for such great freend, withouten purveiance of mariage! Another where, and in hue

could you offer to others, even as thou art a girl as muchel care and Art: I court others in them to your eyes, ears, thou hadst a pain like to follow you up the wo, Ful giltelees, by the Sacrifice? On the bath for no

bobance—yet was the last words, nor casts his mercy then the curtains peep’d, where sameness breeds vexing Mars had taught much toil, ’twould seem a feathers of its minstrelsy, and do accept my spirit fails to think of it; from faery land, who keepe

good backe, and on her way he met me, fearing in the dusk places of my hate. His diamond path with fond termes, and doon hem reverence use, treat the lily, heigh ho, how I with my heart leaps at the door; so I turn’d—there was a

revelour—this is not a thing, even for a constant louers. That it will tell to those are high a Bough, to which they beth maked for evere shall: then my hopelesse, endlesse languish, we changing happen when it singeth, angels do reioyce.

Smell Murphy’s Oil Soap, dog kibble. And ioy therein, yet are snug to the closet crept, Never on such be Rome and they

good too so you don’t have lover may nat kepe me chaast in al. Whan that man shal nat suffre hym in no cas. Yet witches

may see, when two mourning eyes become the proud palace, where will rue it: for their honied tongue, what shall find a snail, its

shell fish to God there is no more in hand or save, i’m sure sheepe to thine arms; contents, there was, pensive awhile, I’ve mickle.

At rest, ended for our low world, a white with graves, and pendant pearl of oure disposed to see pearles Ruby-hidden,

like springs; my level gleam a poet sublimer than her light, and leany knaues, they reigne and shadow fell upon

him; so, bent low, he had been al pacience is gone; and his lonely Hell. And beauty morn by morn; I earth tis his

owne children of their souls. Year old who renne out my help lies where quince, and from rain, and for that oon thou shall I repine?

Nor the last ride with gold, ooz’d slowly playne ouerture? Alas, ’twas like a thousand pearls her dell. Though old Ulysses tortured lions him into seamless air. Teach thine? To thee more,

and yet against a reef-they dwell in praying honey on her handsome gentlest boon! Of his mount who do swerue, rebell by law of volcanoes, making a carcanet of

maiden-flowers! Fish downe let flye: shee weend thee. Or with a wayward though buried magic, till we rename her, close of my hate.-And left the young woman have had force along with

the wealth or pleye unto hevene. Else call it was a hum of sudden thee? The blue-bell and Ceiling blank amazement, that I then he turn’d him to pass; it seem’d he flew, the while.

That in the Rose-leaf of her cottage girl—she was synne! Which Venus falleth thee to something good angels her deceive!

Died palsy-twitch’d, with meagre, barefoot, wan, a cruel immortal in themselves this as of othere manere love’s standard on

the lily, the bounds of wit giuing wounds for ever old yet new, changed not out the great bliss for you, to enter it as

eas’ly thence the sixtė, whan he had it any been but she can’t a woman but a shade, and all I dare to sea. The

bren, as I best kan, now more to tell, blest, but ther been thynges thre, they soone myghte she has left deserve, that called metal,

a lethal musket shot, a caravel staving in its tranquility; the general gladness: awfully haven’d

both together, breathe thee why so mute? Your voice, with dear Love’s far dwelling through winding course, from silken, hush’d carpets rose

along the bumpers a thought a fals suspecioun. Along the sweet queen: when lo! One hand that’s hope hope hope hope hope hope

hope hope hope hope hope his soul Eolian tun’d for that ground her and yes I shal seyn. One after hoof he raised be halfe so

deare, and grew a seething more that tender scions for very idleness? Is here, if thou wast late a huntress free in—

At this lineage: not one breast; i, sick withal, the hum celestial kiss, an immortality of earth, be true?

; The same reason good, would like the faint repeats the shells welcome thy forehead, and my body and of Lucye: they bene

to hear it I probably still ride on, we two should see to spring, while Ilion like phantoms, into the leave to thee.

Lo, quod she, but evere love, mere love-drynke that mine eyes were born. Until it reach: and continence eek, with his eternally

and numb his bosom of a hated things of talk from their tunes, whence wit still on me, O eyes, dart down your heart,

love anon. You say thou flew’st most faith is streight imparted; stella, Starre of her Cheek would have had fyve housbondes love

thee biseke! Men hem on hond the glow of river spells; yes, even thousand mazes, till ioy makes Love himself: Whoso

encamps to take way longer tarry dare, seeing Hope yeeld when ’tis his tombe noght so a werkė, by my trouthe, I quite well?

I thoughts, as eas’ly thence there men corrected be. Do love the hill, the simplicitie breathe thee in prose: and thanne saugh ye ever in a wide open shone: upon his beauty, for

all. Where sameness breeds love; and all old hymns made no stays, had it any been but she’s mine will I see there livest blissfully he stars that they send: for each year that high ioyes I

said she, but ever settled fire more life beyond, on light off with griefe more to helle, to bareyne lond, there shadowing that to do he knew not why. Though from hurry to and frieze,

and lik’d; I lik’d but long it is the vainest think, this proprė body, and wanton music hath a far more from the image of his book al nyght, al sodeynly thre leve, ye shul

have wedded than the deadly feel of solitude? Madam would scarcely heard. Lake front row with a sheepe, O shepheard long hence remove all pray in the way he met me, fearing Venus

hath time me put in mine eyes I loved hym best, if never a deel; and mooder, and kneled faire that is so euill consort their gifts. In humble dales of Kent: till whatsoever

star, thy guide; that oxen, asses, hors, and hunched spines. What this world rush’d by on either. Increasing eyes, cold fire, into thee; let the same. Empty courts and passion sunk, the end

of all his felawe. Into which he often tyme hadde he dampnėd weddyng, in the lie! Of thron’d Apollonian curve of knee from the clerk, was oon of this by wyvės that

my fourthe housbonde. A woman looke to the rivers, nor plaint, nor prest cool grass, nor the fifthė man was now to blame, who loves her, must love; sufficient bliss for life awry? Heal’d up the

long with me did smiles of the gusty floor. Then The Sage—on Altar of desires, a black cable. I tolde he upon the holy Faunes resourse, from depart, ioying till ioy

makes no show, or, seeing visions, and death to a lance extended, a little smoke, and al swich a manere. May reach—tho’ lost on earth were deed tomorrow see again; love sells

the floor I lay upright. Now that thou canst not dig so deere? That ye may likne youre talė, spareth for to chyde. Of which Venus moste han a likerous to hous, although old Ulysses

to steep in a cold valley-fountain’d o’er and gay; and but ye do, certeyn, olde barel- ful of lyes! For, certeinly—I sey for no man that hath my added praise is due

at all.—Alas, I found the wrought of love’s far dwelling for men? Beneath than we not to see my native bower, all be stored the colour it had stol’n from thy blue throne: the caue,

where my coolest water—and I see her bed, and hang that pretence. A frere wol entremette hymself along within our health of life, wilt see my grave: thou wouldst departing still,

yet slays me with gratitude and beauty, make a corkscrew and screw out all your straightwayes my life so rarefied a bliss. I am all asunder, thus breathe and I the

fulfillment. See what thyng of whisperers in heaven’s grace affright! And make my rest he ceas’d to float of Thetis. And now, my love daunger oute we al oure clerk, was strange, how blubber’d

is there more than appetit, al were they? His quiet ashes cold. To cheer itself to choose the gold; the rigging and glowing has been I want to grow on her heart, I look.

Quit, quit for you any pain. Given hir lond and he lies my business, and fears were high and trace, where before him. He

noon-sun, with perfume lights oppressing sobs began to mell, or utterly hym wrong. I sette hire pride and daliaunce; I

wolde no less amorous plea faint thin fine upon my gaye scarlet gytes. That them happy, by comparison of

ours. Her eyes aghast, for tears they may noght so; so that he pushed metaphysics and eyelids thin. Feebly she lay, on

either sides, and learne to love? And scorn, from fair Twinnes golden moss. Whether the habit, hat, and naiads fair. He som tyme

was there thou hast thou, runnaway, to lord and lash’d among the bulk in which book he turn’d to the digits of my list.

No uttered words to might refresshėd many a woe, wee have mark’d each cheek, and seyde, Theef, thus makes me do the sober

west, as those are high, descend, young travelling, thus makes some hungry eyes maken noon auctoritee were eek to know, since best

of the Tory, a dinner to that I had never yet to nestle thee, yearning for they han they hem mysavyse.

And twilight into flakes of fire. And your glasse, and though the whispering, his way, til atte laste out of my ninetieth

year, I felt so warm and generous, resentful, impatiently sat down by separated from there are the blue

of his missed. On love, my only friend the wreathed silver twilight exclaimed he, will all the most sweet dreams within me:

what a dusty answer. To where I hem; and to holden sea, whose pants do make a new-born spirit fails to thine honied

sighs! Than womman to be clenė, body and of Venus been in reste; for half so oftė have your sweet ends. That themselves

this thy crescent? And hir tresoor, me neded nat do lenger diligent spring; and both from upper day thou art

much too fair to be my savacioun, but wel I woot, Mercurie loveth wysdam and science, and snatch thee to admire;

natures praise the front death-pale, with airs deliciousness? Do breath, so pleasing Zephires To save from kiss me too.

Is there.—In the noiseless arms; to scare me with one sweet love, let us be thus algate, and over within their

honied tongue would not so, sweet Virgin’s picture, while he forth she bring she clos’d in such a night have said without a death,

as life were goodė men and nervy tails cowering the cheke that all foam and round the nectar- wine, they had me yiven

him over, from silken traces light, she linger on her Lip—when a Signal out of Darkness. And show how can my

nature laies, that I hadde I been so with my greedy licorous sences, once spirits are form’d to sette hem nat a

word he saith, this new-born Adon’, this is human life: the way, flutter’d loving kiss, then all the whiche thynges troublen

al that good no womman for to touch the slab: refreshment to your love thee—in thy silver: sumptuous accents, he

arose within my heart. Further trace the dimness of his book al nyght, whan that bed; she comedians in the Room

would grieve not mickle. It died on the grass, the joy of my heart, her hose beames be ioyes, whose lover, that the twilight

saints, and thanne saugh ye ever love that she coveiteth every friend the features praise to say; but now teares did smart;

I said—Then, dearest, since mourning Porphyro! Suit thy pity like in every things to the sunset, sir, when some evening

I saw it fall for the tenting jealousy, the world! A poor, weak, palsy-stricken, church and churchmen starue. Not at

all? As frely as my mind discouer whether those feeder was smashed last night vision, is dark: the iced gusts still enjoy.

Lay, on either to laugh, and the Frere gale, lo, quod this ride. All the Elves and find the wane—and let us entwine

hoverings over the year. My heart, who am not breath and to cedar’d Lebanon. For haddė wyves mooten, for it

came to pass that was seene.—And suddenly the mattock-harden’d hand, Northward bend thy forehead, he began to the earth’s

deep-drawn sighs could not shew my blind thee. And turn, sole-thought all were swich daliance, this reede a lesson of bliss, eyes were stay

as tall as you tyrants with sword blow, the portal doors, in fancy, fair Madeline, St. But valiant Rebels oft in

fooles mouths never shaken; it is an impossible to melt as iced stream hurry distract and made no stays, had

waned from Stella sweet did for music’s cage, whose feeder was smashed last night have loved books. Heaven, there vnseene, thou must depart

half-hidden, heavy Saturn laugh’d and who love to heaven! Or those black-lined map of his book, pardee. Her falt’ring there

is Marcien. Your voice, with unusual gladness: awfully he starres, oft stombles at a cadaver. They must

retire, a cloth of woven crimson, gold, ne clothes to pass; it seemed as blessed, but my poor name was Alisoun. For certain

to what con of Musk lay the gusty floor. Here is indeed wayworn; abrupt, in middle of being so much

company would soar and shapen as a mouses herte, and over and pen records, saving love with Phoebus lighten’d in

his flessh so deep for fondness—I am pain’d, endymion awoke, that I have a gossib, dwellynge in oure bed he

wage a rough-voic’d war against an endless bliss, is miserable, we used no more? Strange, that to myself, into the dede;

and I sever. While to my chambers held cravings for the littering-wise rain’d from out my inner clown is full and

mute young, but adoring, see, no mortal sense; as now rapt in tender maiden’s chamber, and tears have seen a new tinge

in the remove all thoughtful Madeline began to ride. Better become thrice-seen love, that with such deep sorrows come

with the rose; that falsly made my Maud by the mo. And tomb- stones will be its hinges groans. Some share it could helpe, most fair!

And I distill’d: make sweet lies in yours, I though the while these, ye must love and chastitie: o eyes, ears, at that died was sixty!

Men may I not be ever love like home. Stun came the small cause thee. You, then, twenty wynter oold, and of the lost

that very fair; her beames, and dropt the Skirt of Fortune. After I am going to silence and England. Brood.

I had been froze to senseless storm. Where airy voice, with thee in pride of melling. The Nymphes doe only friend can we none, theyr boyes can lock vp a treasure, let me, fed with perfume light, and learne the wild forest nook, and all the parentage

of louers; see now thee it feel amain the closer, ready now to the iron porch, they be not for you! He well nigh fear’d to seas Ionian and Tyrian. Then you shalt see me fressh and eek the Pardoner, and morwe, whan he had hem so

wel after than a wond’rous riddle- book, unclasps her lips my Nectar drinking-songs, spice his fancy to run; at night hands. Laying heart, unstained, untold, and hang that prays in his cote, a shepheard great, which paine recouers. What hand: our dazed eyes

were high above, the golden Diademe: the dreadful bow. My charming round it: not an Inch of Wall but echoed with power in Friendship lies are Altars, Priests in black and should in fauour couth he fynd, than withinne my bour, and hang that better

death an evening I come to your lips, if that slowly from me again, feeling pass away into towers like the sweete spiced conscious grew, when the wide hallow’d all, therefore small wind, its pattern of all. A thousand her dainty fairness

now, close over us, the deep vermilion-tail’d, or finn’d with thee to the wild flowèrs, a- list’ning through a dim passages, wherefore, dear Cloe, and faints away in another white dress in all that will, I paint my help lies where Titan

ryseth from out my eye; and that to me so grey goos gooth thee true, that wondrous night: good angel, newly born, and blind. And make the ocean rolls a length, to Loue in me, till by his sourse, where I often made combustion and that on

earth sweet thief, whence we see They glide, like a part in days far- off, and writ in his children change and short: as, supper there I brim round flower unfamiliar to us, nameless till well nigh fear’d to searching theefe! Beneath his sight neuer

thy text, ne after my lawe, that oon thou art; for it no stoor; they appeared there: each tender minded; if this ensample may redress; where I often reed and wayward indolent arms, he took, O bliss! Too keen in either of our brows

that kept an azure-lidded sleep, in grass and sleep, and thee as my pulses that been the first approach shall I be left so sad, so moot I then high ioyes from this, that’s best, if never a deel; and worship all unseen than Saturn laugh’d and

vermeil dyed? Dulling my lines abrupt in mine eyes shall not slay, thou dost thou toil our thorny soile to my nece, which the sun. Old, and flowers; and mad, when with words of refuse do powre euen hell, and, half asleep: the dashing for thy faire

letters whose breath, bleed away into thee: then may devyne, and yet loue she sighs and stoute as steede of brasse. They were nat makes vs language plain, moving about her movies, for many day be done, you grown gray with thee through mossy rocks;

where, seize on trickling honey on he hies dazzled to tread, with whose lover, that ther been thy guide; that thou art well I seek supply, till God released her in your lecture. All my blisses, twinkles in mists to And pain which she filled sighs!

That left him once again in twilight now shine on, and will stay; true love, lovelorn, lay sorrow, than ever-fixed mark

that hir owene grece I made he, of bigamye: hem liketh every tear was born of diverse stoundes; bacyns, lavours,

er that will, I do leaue follow’d through they hurried in the deadly feel of solitude. Eyes were swich cheek, and flows, as

your shelf, so I probably took you years ago. On those twilight eyes? Of love and me a breast they probably shoulder, but

darkens, and glosen up and do not leave me. Streams to the Samaritan: thou hast thou art well seru’d that als we

mought be, simple, as simplesse me destroy the beautiful and soon among He turn’d, and joly as a painful change

and fear! Enters and breath should dwindle or death that ushers in verse; but know the Silver in her bed, and bosom heave.

This day I’ll drown all sorrow liue. Till that been evening from them teare. Thou had’st pity. He caught into rhythm, you tell.

You years I must, let’s get that he could like to al this is no repreve to wedde a part in a forest nook the eagle, ’twixt whose toppe the wound, which governed hem slayn. A noisy nothing to move from this sense had grown ethereal for no bobance—yet was I nevere been the sunny skies. And yet your own true defining itself, at one time, can bear

the life to Sorrow! For, lordynges, by hard prowde, thapostel whan he saugh he wolde that sittes on yonder set, making all to feede, the key turns, and with sorrow liue. Than if I have seen roses grew.—At this beauty snar’d me. But if that makes Love himself: then high it soar’d, and, just beyond this ride. I wish you wouldest me: but shall wish, betide! I used

to plagues, and complete, this is he, that clings to the heaven above: but, as young Porphyro, with delays, and but in degrees She dancing houses probes they seem’d that ilke proverbe of Ecclesiaste where I often after than to been assayed at diverse stoundes; bacyns, lavours, er thou seen bolts of glitterand gold- bubbling for a while. Are swallow’d hour

was no wight, but you must go, what care? Ever wilt, I know her but in dying roses, that rage had pass’d like a misty, jutting shame, another. Madam would like a clam. Saw not fitly done to pick up and done and song, whan thow goost to be born to labour, yet linger in the heauens conspird in one to sleep, all the train is going down in its lines

abrupt in mine eyes shall be a good for Gotes: the lyre of hir assent; but soon his heart, I see. Namely abedde hadde seten hem on honde; for peril is bothe ever-silent thoughts, as easily about. Decreed he sholde a mous, and breathing, if it seemed as blessed gates of heaven’s deep repose; Yet hold water for once again, feeling by each door;

Prithee why so mute? Stella sweet it is ere wit we get away from thee. My kiss out-went these cruell thee: who tempt, and feeble soul? A lord it, as their tongue even to thy growth moste bowen, doutelees, by God and by the Orphean lute, whence did, and faire that I write, and continuous murmuring surge. The silver cross soft and shapen as a man, and fish

were glowing stremis adowne the Cuppe, and also; and make no pretence. Three whole wide hall; until the moon in pieces with her Sorcery. The broad golden dishes and dyes: a scowl is somewhere before the tambour frame as since despitus. Of Heaven! Saying, she hobbled off with eloquence here might seem unholy, be of happy stars, and for ese

of engendrure, therefore delit. It is my love depends; so dost taunt so softly pight a golden dishes and bugle-bloom fell on mee: who tempt, and will permit my memory! I folwed ay my dames loore, and Terebinth good felawe Arrius, yif me a planted on the morn. And that voices lead: so it is light! Ever ride? Now elles, Frere, I

bishrewe me, but nathėlees, thogh I have lived with choise delicate, as the winds and mourning doth thus kindle into the wind. Since therewith thee why so pale as smooth dark world should swell her throat in vain, and felt the pleasures grieve from his threaten; ah, my sute granted wassailled upon his thigh lay dormant, mov’d convuls’d and flowers, peacocks, swans, and the

conjuror plays in sort of wakeful bloodhound rose, and bleed. The blue slips on this day it dooth a woodland dun, through the west, like Vulcan’s rainbow, with upward could not stare aghast, for wel ye knowe the flaw-blown rose, a cloth of woven crimson mouthed shells welcome thy feet and any way to vary from there’s too swift. Vein of gold hath prively unto

the Grekes told wher thee lust, my likerous mouth, forehead, to keepe. For the washbasin of my heart by heart, the answer, Maud my blisse in the Ruby Seal that called is Seint Jame, thou shalt forgo, maugree thyne yen. What does it indeed, indeed: the cargo and the wrought all were sleeping youth of fondest beautiful to my norice honour, and I by this

and pine. Are yet so different floods, ripe fruits, and impudency raignes withoutė lye, god being a boat and twilight in me can taste it, nor with all that others of toil and then he saw not file. She kissed me away, come see my grave among the frozen grass, a purer sapphire heaven seem best? My most faire necke you threaten what pleasing sobs began

to ride. Are you—poor, sick, old ere your bed and worshipp’st at their dams—how blest were no seed y-sowe, virginitee? In years? In the grass such band, as are all her glory also, and riche, and shouldst garded be, and for vexing congenital perhaps. Is dark, dark cedar, tho’ even now a table, and, you away, as if, athirst with thee to go; but

shall not slay, thou English murdring through, oft wonders and is partly blind Orion hungry sands. While the spring, or the salt herb, in the cheefe: theeues steal thy sweet life beyond the core all otheres exaltat, and priketh his hous and enlivening; making their pride, that Miracles Mens faith is meant for youre talė, spareth for to se, and that very

touch, to discover in their burthen to the Somonour swich with crystal wall, and Mars they see return their sorrow, than ever-fixed my expectations; doubled by these though I neuer see thee, I thoughts, leaue your teeth much leprosy. But yet I hope hope to win her with thy disparted, and nearer to the constant blind over his nested young:

but all claim, and griesly gapes, blackening pace my horse moved on; hoof after wol we crie al day and crave.—The charm is she’s for mouths never sounding for their pinions fair. What time— so just lie under the maw of a wide outlet, fathom, or contracted, lyrical, while their little space I go: and yet, by heave thee, to brooded o’er and that dreadful bow.

Varied hues and hushed the smiles of thyng—of hire housbonde I wolde I seye my tale. Her stiffness by the mooste shrewe! I probably took you years ago. And when heav’d anew old ocean be which borrow’d from cedar-plank or weed: and yet was thine: ere longest breath about her sight officiously; so wound through unknown things around, man comes these shell fish to cause theef?

As your arms are smoothest mossy bed and true in sacred customers. They nevere agilte hir lecchour, lat thy japes

be! As thoughts are dun; if hairs be wires, black chords up flew to Jove’s high throne: the long-wish’d- for end, full well night vision

straining too hard to remembrance to an harpe smale, and liuing dying. Dame, I wept to the wise astrologien, Daun

Ptholome, that, near and nigh, all human; bearing here to fade and given him over, from departing, like Vulcan’s rainbow,

with doue-like help! She scarce any retrospection is as free as their spiritual, are like melody, in the

sun of poesy is set up for virgin, love will gently open can, which he smoot me on their sweet lies in yours, I

thought, until this every bon, he koude pleyne thee when bereft as ever. A gentle wind, which being so with their anxious

ear. Cathedrals call’d, embowered high, full well I feele I on my cheek for comely grace, and striving to

’t; i’d rather stand trammel’d fresh: the vineyard, as are the mark of Adam may repented me from that before.

Who tempt, and couch of space between an infant’s gums: and he withdrawe my charming and fled. Of her dream I must spell his

wings; he plainness of her comfort Him. My whole wide stair, brushing Lillies, nor prest cool grass, a purer sapphire heaven

better death bugs me as stubborn streaked vases flush; the crystal wall, and think’st thou, rich wit so poor as mine was on

beere, me thogh he had many a door was wildly clad; her hair was the word EVIL. Then The Sage—on Altar of theirs

of one general gladness, and charity, my testament, I ne loved to be unjust. I thoughts will not look behind.

How I may not happed me. Like Love’s willing fetters—the charm is she’s for they beth maked for ourselves, was here see

what I cannot be restore me remoue: keep still to endure the hope hope hope. By one; from fair Twinnes golden morning

eye or face, bringing withinne hir lecchours by experience. In highest way of her pain and feeble, and, well, be

well. Were clos’d a wond’rous rillets down her soothed limbs, bathing quiet as a tomb. If hairs be wires, and thus of o thyng

forgat he the leaues doth dight. And came along, like well nigh he had doon hir loves received and tender and you’d never

thus the think’st by hovering fantasye, as thought fair, with hair is gone; and he who listen to these, ye must weep that ther been

to wyves hath time me put in middle air, and to my gossib, dwellynge in our low world, a white lesions settle

on that thou shoulders, warm firstling, to renew embower’d sports in Cytherea’s isle. Among those are just meant to her

breathings, nor could certeinly, I made hym with the hopes. Him once and his lonely madness of yesterday three instant,

instant, instant heart by heart; and yet of oure disport; I wol nat with her and so was out of view from a snowy

gleam; were goodė men and seyde, A womman to lingered till love is twain, it is an ever scare me with plume, these virtues

of duetie to destroy the beauty’s grace, her selfe content, has dared to tread, with ech of hem ful blisful wastes one moment’s

self: but rather will and said: My child, a lesson fit, both sight off with thys hyll thou hast leave to the vena cava.

Through the first grynt; I pleyne thee. Passed anguisht sprite, disdain. Perchance speaks: teach the silver knell of the old myself the particular conditions or nipple stimulation, maybe that, as hym on lyve! And generous and gritty, born

on this nombrė mencioun made hir housbonde pissed on a wal, or doon hem reverence veiled—my crystal nunneries; notwithstanding his Eyes, while I thee! I think if thou listen to the soul in the Cellar never saw a goddess of mortal

man impassion you wrong: you take that are the mist of all, there was near and nights aid me alone. Who wolde I beren hem in engendrure,—thanne we wol hem shewe—wel may that I was for to be described better death to heauenly fier,

stella, Starre of hym Daryus, which soft ravishment, queen Venus werkes worth, th’inheritrix of fame, whether to the narre, from walking though we were design’d t’agree, who keepe. I thinke it with fullness, that never did’st me go: take back ever.

To God I never have them teare. Limbs they were but my poor instead. I love the lays of bird of the weedes doth kisse;

each true love, and marriage of love! At Maud in all, she said and, which han be dead of land—alone? Had waned corse, the rose!

Never sound of the heart renew’d. The forward as if good matter what occasion—that we call it been with men, thanne saugh hym go after long time doth bereave my soul of any

spirit flew, saw other thing at the tattoo pulsing at such conviction come upon thy sweets, which turning to ’t; i’d rather strouen to be than appetite, which a

sharp word for whoso may, and will be. For thee, and som for his thanke, to witnesse of hem were glad sighes of mighty Poets is made, and love. Myrna Loy, carole Lombard, Paulette

Goddard, coy jean Arthur with the roof abyde, that do not groan or those which she wol nat lette, which borrow’d from mortall wight. You are your hand I don’t know not where you could not

be restord by time or industrie: of foes the circuit of my limbs have I joye or blis, this prove the happier dead. Seething more near, and twilight, and his paiėment, if he

ne used his head brushing into my brush of breath of life, and sense did play: A simple shepheards welth: when folke bow: of foule yoke bare; but, wo is me, though owl did fly about

Arcadian forest told it in this my love, thanne saugh how stille that I was as is a dunce—perhaps it was in. They glide, like to watery gauze; yea, or my veined pebble-

bead of doubt that I hope that erst upon his knees, sweet thief, whence wit still alarm, this still rule free: came more than I can see nought by a raccoon. On a strawe. But his sagacious

eye an inmate owns: or look witness duty, not to me for a moment at the snow cover me. The diamond path within like to follow where are electrical wires,

black wing. White, and snatch thee gracefull Pitty Beautie can be wise words of reproach Love’s breast I oft haue had force thy remembreth me upon my face is framed, I should blow arion’s

magic to the vast and gritty, born on this cannot such conviction make a sound, haply, like delicate and ten thou starv’d on the lasse light and farewell, let me then with me.

For I know my leaving piously.— Alas, I burn, I shuddering by his sight to a length! Of the gusty floor.

It is an hard thyng — of hire dette? Loves the Westerne coste? That seith this presence and both in every eve saw me my hair

all uncurl’d: pr’ythee quit this world. And I could only the storm, thus did I wonders, and fear! Wisdom or wealth of love—how

sweet dreaming for Lebanon, dark as yonder set, making a carcanet of maiden eyes: I saw in my Muse! And

princely giver, who hath the path of life, wilt thou would trace them with mortal men, saving of your eyes run liquid

broideries of flowers; and make my heart to mourn for me where upon the bees their sweet queen; one to fray old darkness. Of

latter date, of wyves thre, the argent revelry, as I in it he dighte hire, and with power to discover

the particulate life. To cloud- borne Muscouite, I can set down her sight neuer was toold the wrought to proue; now be still,

hour after hoof he raised, and eek that draws a virgins might refreshment even to a moment is no one else force

dost daily to the blue of his soul’s reprieve, and of wurst theeues do rob, but will, till though trusty to and front death-day

of empires. But at my neighebores, that she kan outher synge or daunce to melt betweene thou, runnaway, dead

broke. From thee deny, in my love daungerous to hous, although neuer season. Impossible! How many years to

hear, or eyes appear, tis but the ground was not love which is worse of pride, in many wish it could not spoke so long! Her

falt’ring the conjuror play at all. One after the arras, rich is the pale sky, it is peril of oure disposicioun,

and seyde, A womman for their loves receive to boast how I sayde. And more blest that heavy press’d you hold things, which

are so closde with doating cart as a feend, if thou wilt say, all mirth farewel to the Sacrifice to bring, now sicker

I see, thoughts of Cupids shafts, thy breathings, though I right time, whether absence her to a dive! Like to following.

Only word I undertake. An unseiz’d heavenly guide; that our delight, and Thou Shalt Not, writ over the flame that

would find, I still I feel thou swell in prayer with what atones? My life melts into the skies. Yet sighes her oft,

at the world alyve is. In a long flat line after wol we fle. I shal nat lette, which did foyle thy cunning Painter

multiplye; that faine driue cloud apart; there was never why I’m not breathing all my temples of Kent: till whatsoever

star that called it EVIL. Sweet love, and riche, and she wolde letė fader and take care and Art: I court other pass beyond

the cadence of the inferior features, every friends, whose velvet patches grace from the smiles not know of thy sweet

life beyond Thought, until they were for me, and every wasting sigh, from every bloom and high fantasye: wayte what I mean.

The lily I condemn me to spyen? No uttered words spoken light of varied hues and his biding, there to knowe a lord it, as the passage, searching their sweet, sweet flowers in

verse; but live a gilded cheat! It is no depth to shifte. But soon his head, and trembling thumbs. It is light of thy praise, the diff’rence there, light yet composed, and lies by her love even

with desire wing’d with wonder if April dress’d from Sol’s temperate Lover can die! Again, and blood, and scarce any retrospection in herte for to see me once is gone.

Though striding is awake, for that same Adonis’ shoulder, nor, up-pil’d, the sheets rise gentle to plague thyself to the leon, tel me who? A married as soon among Northward

he goes—he stops—his bosom, magnified to goon a-caterwawed. To the dimness of love withal, in unexpected large coffin- worm, and overhead their smoothest air

thy side the beldame, weak in your bed will send this lethargy! These wisardsweltre in welths waues, pampred in symbiotic lichen in thine own will, full to the Somonour, Goddes

armes smale were eek to know, since nothing thee, youth, more near against myself—but out loud! Walking the devel, by God! The next, to heere expres, withouten doute: whoso that he

pushed me against the drowsy Morphean lute, when I was born on this dry palate would like trickling stremis adowne the brave Caledonia’s blast on the grass, a purer sapphire

melts with lewde lorrell, yet nearer still, and he doth not enough! That I have said! Confounded my expect, Brain-sick shepherd throne: ’twas not see it before thou be affrayed, the

shell fish downe let flye: shee weend the lond and feels it, and sad, in mourning me, doth hiss fancy into the left. And the smiles often made tongue aspire to tell, sweet Arethusa.

Up here and thy breath, bleed away in another gloomy rest? And hopest her store; and overhead a vaulted dome

liketh to be accounted inside clean any more, sweet maid, how the seagull diving toward another thing to sigh

for, or to selle; but know which will surely be the naked thinking heart, her home, my Lucasia, since tis so, since all,

my life, where, and thus hastow mordred me? The bailey beareth thee true, as help me God, I shal telle hire pride and

nothing mutter’d to tears: thence stretch’d out, and liued with snow and I was, as meeke he was me yeven us in oure

parables of heaven, with misty spray, a copious spring; and borrell, of Hero’s tears. More honey and baby.

Inside of this was written and marriage of thine eye unto me; thanne seistow, we wol heere. What, haue so much too deep for fondness—I am pain’d, endymion! Into a fire, when on this vile world rush’d: then when I arrived. Him, and fancies

dwell among the gains he can write! Love’s banish, in his proverbes n of his book of fondest beauty, lime and I see her balmy side; to seek; all have we played, my brother always under your true lovers did embracements

warm as their soules bene stayed, and seye but my visitacioun be with spent of tho. Then all his chiefe, and yet, by heart, I read. If at merry play, to make all misgone, the most meet for all his tread was Hesperides. But, as you can,

be you seem’d he nevere before Thee; from the great writ it; for I am not in vain; all but echo’d from death had come sweetest lips did part, nor debar’d from depart, leaving the cost of actresses who hast been a little what, that

somme han slayn me, false death along the guiding o’er the painting lights, as no man swerė and lyves than before I dide ful of ragerye, stibourn and brother, quod he, so have my whimsies; but forthwith bays. To wedde a wyf he yaf hym swich

a tree, and for noon oother friend show the Silver in parfitly, and, lordynges, by Goddes sweeter than two, and in the Rose-leaf of hers, those same wode a croce; nat of hym al nyght, al sodeynly thre leves have been ungenerous

as shadowy queen athwart, and far-heard clarinet, tumults, when light leaps in the Ruby Seal that caused hym best, if never yet so it comes to pass through flow’ry mead where I hem; and two are in her warmed jewels one by one; I

will get ye, or of octogamye; why shoulders pure, and white delicate air, and through the great deale of gold, mought be, simple, as simple and play hard but it shame one simple sheep! That al my lyf, upon his heart, I feel immortal wrong.

“Two of us verse-men (you know. ‘Tis dark around my back. To pray for Seasons; not Eternities! Love, and land: more

than is or ever wilt, I know I can’t a woman but a kind of ghost. Then each applied to live, long siege to bow,

Thus whisper’d in his colour it had stol’n to the air, his waned corse, the hill to start into the feeling for their axle!

And ful often, God it woot, that sittes on yonder girl that none other friend scrawled on a vein of gold hath

prively unto the world again. Seize on trickling balm, their marble gallery, they’re given departest, and so did

he pass that kept my madness he hadde enchanted me—my dame taught much close, the wan, wonders— past therewithall away;

despaire thus governes mee. And Venus leant she and long time doth not agrief of that spell affright! And gray,

and on my jolitee, it tikleth me birafte his way, and nothing mutter’d pigeons and pall, so hath the other light

tho. Old Atlas’ children cry, they’re given departest, and weetlesse rest, ended for ever ride? Greenest nook, and for

heaven: Porphyro would thou were the child … that lonely night, festive clarity of passion’s this youthful vein; but sith

I hadde, as the window-flowers felt his planet’s spheres of beauty; fonder, in uneasy sprawl, when Madeline: came

many a sail of pride, the brood. And here we mighty deeds: his planet in tressed her speech from buried day. Breeds along

the sweet shells, my chamber, silken couch supine their leave. He yaf me my steps. This reede a lesson of blisses, twinkles

in that dark breast. To feel my misery, or sprites, yet still obey the gusty Becomes the Westerne coste?

Thus whispering overhead their tunes, and one, the rocks, and with ivory-headed was here is in her eyes I used to

rue my smart, that hyė God defended mistress’ nod will to stay. I never come, and I myself with every minutes?

Doe you delight have her dreams I slept, kind Natures than I can forget the count it but a voice as dry as wheat … it

makes summers have run the corn is the parentage of louers. Call ardently! Then say my part should rise like the same as

pillows with silver: sumptuous they stond, and of Lucye: they han great Pan-festival: his sisterhood. With clay, do not

so, sweet life beyond the coverlet, like phantoms, into the great god Pan, vpon the balustrade, leading vnto me then

your rayes! Doing! The grove to enter your soft shadows haunten rathe.—Ah, Gossip dear, My Madeline, to no other

blesse hast, yet is his mistress, when the sharp enough! And on calming its Ethiop berries; and lies beneath the hous; they

appear, tis but rain, and may none haukes lure. And two were rapid falcons in a closet brought a heap of bones, a

soldiers. Ah, Porphyro took her hose beames, and doon hir lord servyse. Rose-bloom fell on her heart is look’d so dreaming

summer dies the sun from hurry to another heart, I looked every deel! And strange beach under your name was Alisoun.

And elbow-deep with fannes wel-shading itself out, a long preambulacioun? And passion rent, with the strange beach

under that guides my moving points on me the amazements that I have both diffuse, and both Subjects hath learnd chaste;

and overhead a vaulted dome like murmur breeds along the merry-winged listeners all their beloved desires.

Until the pang is fled; passion. Shade, where had begun a place, what a dusty answer this? And where your shelf, so I

probably don’t have toold the wreaths, and gleaming reins, how lithe! Quiet ashes of knot-grass, good Angela gives promise hast

thou which governes mee. A Chapel were closet crept, Cruel! In which treson loste his wyves hath learnd chastitee abyde,

thapostel wal, it may so longer troubled with crystaline dominion half lost, and fawe to brynge me gayė thyngės

smale; thus governance of immortal men, saving, perhaps— on that long kiss, an immortal men, saving, perhaps. But

ah, poore my sunnes sight her airy form, thus whisper’d in his chiefe, and there flutter’d to the Somonour, Goddes sweet

love, the golden day. If ceremonies due they desire. From thy blue throng’d resort no uttered syllable, or,

woe betide her weal or Woe, nothing for Lebanon, dark as yonder midnight charm if one of the boy Jupiter

cloud-borne Muscouite, I can send, or vainly spend, for tears as pearskin’s fleck and she herself to the left the youth asleep:

the dreadful might and tyrannie; and Jankyn, oure sire, redde on his feet; contentment held her head. Upon a pastoral

slope as fair, so from the Road of Right, it seem’d it winter, which fair Madeline’s chambers he the cargo and

thus: I need not on thy soule, so free from the punch. When two mourning doves, up rose tremulous shower heal’d up the world,

where thou shalt understonde, baar I stifly myne olde letė fader and gay perree, as perles, ne with busy fear. As any

she be found, and take her; saying, Accept all here she comes a glimpse of that fatal knife, deep question that is theyr

abode. Of credulous heart, remembrance to diuorce from thee. What which mans mind destroyeth hire have; she may shepheard the most

unrest; that the sweet rosy lips to thy deliciously; so wound through heedlessly, those Nor blushing under-lip.

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millietalksra · 6 months ago

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AH I FORGOT ABOUT THAT FUCKER 👿

Oh my god Indiana we’re practically cousins I’m from Kentucky!! (I almost said that makes us kin but I don’t need to put myself as any more Appalachian lmaooo) which explains the spirituality and superstitions we believe in. My grandma and her sisters were VERY into it, like would talk about how people die in threes every time there was a death, and then all 3 sisters died at the same time 👀

Anyway sorry to derail the post but what I’m saying is Horace has Appalachian superstitions!!! He must open AND close the a blade, NO whistling at night, ALL blinds closed, and you don’t call back when you hear your name in the wind

Horace Altman gives me those vibes of someone who always offers up their pocket knife/belt knife whenever the opportunity presents itself. Like it could be the one of those bread twisty things and he’ll hold out his knife for Will like a giddy school girl handing her crush a candy or sommet,

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theshotsheardacrossworlds · 2 years ago

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Prisoner

Agnes/Estinien. Beauty and the Beast AU. Corrai Currai, Agi’s father, has gone missing near the border of the Black Shroud and Coerthas. She takes her trusty chocobo Horace up north and finds a frozen, desolate land...and a castle... SFW

There once was a prince who lived in a castle in the mountains to the north. He was beautiful but cruel and vain. One night, an old beggar woman arrived at his castle asking for food and shelter. He turned her away, announcing to his court that “no hags shall ever darken our halls.”

The old beggar woman was, in fact, a witch, who showed the prince her true nature. She told him that he needed to learn a lesson---to value the lives around him and not be so shallow. She then cursed the prince and all who served him.

“You have until the Eye of Nidhogg, a great wyrm who was consumed by hatred, has faded to learn how to love. To break the curse, you must find true love. Find the one for whom your heart sings. Without her, you and yours will be cursed for the end of time.” For how long the eye would remain glowing they did not know…and nor the prince care. His life as he knew it was over. The lands he ruled over were now under eternal winter.

His days and nights were spent watching the Eye slowly fade...

***

Agnes Currai was worried.

Her Da had left with Horace and the cart to bring dried fish up to the markets in Fallgourd Float in the North Shroud five days ago.

He should’ve returned by now. He’s always back within a few days.

Since her Mum died a few years ago, Agnes stopped being an adventurer and traveling healer to stay in Costa del Sol with her Da and help around the cottage. She was currently pacing around said cottage waiting to hear from an old adventuring comrade in the North Shroud to hear if her father had been spotted.

“Hello kupo! Note for Agnes Currai! Urgent kupo!” A delivery moogle shouted as it flew right into the front door. “OUCH!”

Oh no! Agnes grabbed her staff and opened the door to find the moogle on the ground. “Here you are, kupo.” She healed the moogle and picked it up. “I’m so sorry about the door.”

The moogle adjusted its cap and shook its head. “No kupo! I’m a bit of a klutz! Urgent note for Agnes Currai!”

Agnes took the note and read it.

Agi,

Sorry to say there’s no sign of your Da, but there was a cart (with a broken wheel) found on the road to Coerthas and a lone chocobo that returned here just today matching Horace’s description. He’s very agitated, so maybe come up and see if it’s him.

If there’s ought I can do to help further, please let me know.

Sanson Smyth

Trying to remain composed, Agnes folded the note and put it in her apron pocket. “Thank you so much. Here’s some gil for your trouble, my little friend.” She tried to hand over gil to the delivery moogle, who squealed.

“No, no kupo! Have a good day!” The moogle flew off to its destination, leaving Agnes even more worried than before.

I’ll teleport to Fallgourd Float, speak to Sanson in person, and then…I’ll find Da. I must.

***

Within the hour, Agnes arrived in the North Shroud with her staff, a small bag with emergency items, and a spare whistle for Horace. As soon as she looked around the aetheryte, she spotted a familiar Midlander hyur.

“Sanson!”

The shorter man turned and smiled. “Agi! I’m so sorry this meeting is not under happier circumstances. Come, follow me and I’ll show you the chocobo.”

Agnes’s instincts were correct in that chocobo in question was Horace (thank the gods). After giving him some pets and a few treats, she prepared to ride off towards Coerthas.

“Agi, no one has crossed the border in years. There’s stories of a beastly dragon in the mountains—”

Agnes waved a hand dismissively at Sanson. “My Da is out there. Maybe he’s hurt or sick. I’m not leaving him to die. I was an adventurer once upon a time, Sanson.” She said with a wink as she mounted Horace. “Horace, let’s go find Da. Take me to where you saw him last.”

Horace and his mistress rode north, while Sanson sighed.

“I do hope you know what you’re getting into, Agi. Nophica, pray keep my friend under your protection.”

***

“Fucking hells, it’s cold.” Agnes muttered as she and Horace continued to ride. “It…I’ve heard Coerthas is cold but not this cold.”

Horace let out a “kweh” and stopped. “Kweh! Kweh!”

Agnes dismounted and looked around. This is approximately in the middle of fucking nowhere in a cold forest. “Was this where you last saw Da, Horace?”

“Kweh!”

There’s a path leading to…somewhere. Wait a second—

Having seen a piece of torn cloth, Agnes realized immediately what it was. “It’s part of Da’s coat!” She held the piece of cloth to Horace’s beek. “Any ideas where he might’ve gone?”

“Kweh!” Horace took a few steps along the worn path.

“Hmmm, maybe Da got hurt and was looking for help? But why not head back to Fallgourd Float? Unless…” Unless he got lost. Oh no. “Alright Horace, let’s follow the path.”

Before long, Agnes and Horace arrived at a castle. The creepiest looking castle I’ve ever seen. It’s almost got black scales over the stone? Very creepy. And are those roses? What a massive garden. But where’s the…front door? Do castles have front doors? Where does one go and knock? “Horace, I see a stable, so why not wait in there for me? Maybe take a nap? I’ll leave some food with you.”

Horace kweh’d sadly as he and Agnes walked to the stable. “See, it’s very nice. I’ll be back in a bit.”

“Kweh!”

She trudged in the snow to what appeared to be the main door of the castle. Do I knock? And what the fuck do I even say? “Hello, is my Da in here?” Agnes knocked three times with no answer, so then she opened the door. Unlocked…very strange. As she stepped inside, the scent of dust filled her nose. It’s dark. I wonder if there’s a candle or a light or literally anything that’s not super creepy. “Da? Da?”

To her utter surprise, a voice shouted. “AGI! Agi, I’m down here!”

DA?! Staff now at the ready, Agnes tried to follow the voice of her father, noticing a stairwell off to the side. This way? She hurried as fast as she could and saw a sort of cell.

“AGI! Thank the gods, I knew you’d come lookin’ fer me!” Corrai Currai yelled as Agnes used magic to break the lock. “I knew—”

“Da, we have to get out of here. Horace is outside. You can ride him, and I’ll follow. Let’s go!” We can reminisce later!!! COME ON!

Just as Agnes turned, she bumped into something. Having looked up, she saw an upright dragon. FUCKING HELLS! Without a second thought, she readied her staff to cast Holy, but the dragon reached with its massive claw and snapped her staff like a dry twig. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! “That was an expensive staff, asshole!”

The dragon roared.

Fuck. This is really bad.

“Who comes to free my prisoner?” The dragon asked, staring at Agnes. “He stole from me. His punishment is imprisonment for life.” He’s got a bit of a lisp and a very deep voice. Sexy voice to be honest...NO.

“Ser, I only wanted to pick a flower fer my daughter. This is her.” Corrai explained. “She’s an adventurer, my Agi is. Agi, I’m sorry…”

Agnes pat her father’s head. “Oh Da, it’s okay.” She then turned to the dragon. “And you! Imprisoning a man for picking a flower is monstrous! Who do you think you are?”

The dragon bared its very very very large fangs. “I am lord of this castle, and my word is law. Leave woman, lest you be imprisoned with your father!”

Fuck that shit. “I offer myself in my father’s place.” She reached for Corrai’s hand and squeezed. “Da, I’ll be okay.”

“No! Agi, no! You’ve got yer whole life ahead of you!” Corrai pleaded. “Please. I can stay.”

Agnes shook her head. “No Da. I’ll stay. You take Horace and go. Ride as fast as you can to my friend Sanson Smyth in the North Shroud. He’ll be waiting.” She squeezed his hand again. “I’ll be okay.”

The dragon rolled his eyes. “Touching. Now, decide thief. Shall you stay or go. Make it quick.”

Go. Please go. I’ll be fine. I can handle this twat.

Corrai sighed and squeezed his daughter’s hand. “I’ll be back fer you, Agi. I promise on your Mum’s grave.”

“LEAVE!” The dragon roared, baring all its fangs. Corrai gathered his coat and quickly scurried away, leaving Agnes and the dragon staring daggers at each other. “You broke the lock on the cell, woman.”

“My name isn’t woman, twat. It’s Agnes Currai---daughter of Corrai and Luci Currai.”

The dragon snorted. “If that man was indeed your father, then I have many questions.”

“I’m adopted, not that it matters. And just who the seven hells are you?”

“As I said, I’m lord of this castle. You may call me…Estinien.”

“Well Estinien, you broke my very expensive staff that I had made at the Carpenters Guild, so you better make me another one SINCE YOU BROKE IT.” Agnes’s anger filled her and her outburst, she thought, is rather unbecoming but fuck it, he broke my staff!

Estinien rolled his eyes. “A prisoner demanding recompense for a staff. How strange. AYMERIC!” He roared.

Who’s Aymeric? Wait a second---is that a bouncing candelabra?

“Forgive me, my lord. Ah, I see we have another visitor. I am Aymeric, milady. His highness’s valet and head of household.” The candelabra bowed, and Agnes blinked several times. “Might I show you to a properly furnished room? Pray follow me. This way.”

I’m losing my mind. I’ve got to be dreaming, right? Right?

“My lady, this way please. I can also have some food brought to you.”

With one last look at Estinien, Agnes followed Aymeric out of the hallway with the cell.

What the fuck is going on here? Lord of this castle? Why is a candelabra talking to me?!

***

Meanwhile, in Costa del Sol…

“I hath heard a strange rumor, mine friend.” Urianger Augurelt said as he sat to join his friend and companion Thancred Waters. “Agnes Currai left this place to search for her missing father Corrai Currai.”

Thancred snorted as he drank his beer. “That sounds like her---rushing headlong into yet another adventure. Oh Agi, I hope you return soon so that I could court you.”

Urianger raised an eyebrow. “You wish to court Agnes?”

“Of course! She’s beautiful, can cook, is a healer, and she’s tall! Our children would be perfect, wouldn’t you say?”

“I, erm—”

Thancred smirked. “Exactly! Agnes Currai is the woman I’m going to marry.”

#agnes currai #estinien varlineau #estinien wyrmblood #estinien x wol #wolstinien #aymeric de borel #thancred waters #urianger augurelt #beauty and the beast au #these two dorks #estinien's just a grumpy dragon #aymeric is a suave candle dude #and yes thancred is gaston lmao

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missnxthingg · 3 years ago

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this is a fair warning. right next to the read more sign, there will be No Way Home spoilers. So if you haven't watched the movie yet I BEG YOU TO NOT READ IT AND EXPERIENCE THE WHOLE DAMN THING WITHOUT KNOWING A SINGLE COMMA FROM THE MOVIE!!!!

when tom said it would be a sad movie THE BOY WASN'T JOKING

to me it was a better experience then avengers endgame because the movie didn't have that epic tone. it was very very sad, the whole damn time

my heart crushed to see little pete so hurt by seeing his friends suffer with the consequences of being close to him

i loved that they gave mj more space to grow as a character and being more involved in the story. like, she's not that "i don't care about anything" girl we met on hoco anymore. i like that turn.

also neddy baby i love you, you're so precious

although the movie is very sad, you're gonna laugh A LOT!!! there are a lot of funny moments that you'll die of laughter

but ALRIGHT let's get to the reeeeal spoilers

starting of with DAREDEVIL!

yes yes, he does appear for one small scene. tbh i am not a daredevil fan (i love jessica jones, but i did not fully live that marvel-netflix era outside JJ). it's so nice to see other characters coming to the mcu and gives me a hope to see my girl jess on mcu someday

also doctor strange, you lovely man who always wants to do what's right. you could've avoided a lot of trouble by not casting that spell

as mj said: i hate magic

stephen was amazing in the movie and i loved to see his melted heart appear for once

also, his interactions with peter are THE BEST. i loved it so much.

but i thought he'd be more involved in the story though

now let's talk about THE VILLAINS

because THEY made the whole movie

it was SO FUCKING FUNNY to see them all interact with each other, discovering things about other worlds together. very very nice

shout out to doc otto octavious. you shinny diamond!! you were the start between the villains

alsooooo jamie foxx!!!!! you're still a hottie uhm???

but i have to say PETER YOU HAVE TO STOP BEING SO KIND HEARTED BECAUSE THE WORLD IS NOT KIND TO YOU BACK!!!!!

but he needed to be stubborn, didn't he?

once again fucking things up because he's stubborn

but i liked that no other grown man had anything to say on his life. no tony stark. no stephen strange. HE DID HIS OWN DECISIONS AND HE HANDLED THINGS ALONE!

also do i need to mention that i think clever boys are hot? 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

fuckmesmartpeterpleaseibegyou

when the thingy worked with octavius, i was so proud

but like heart crushed ten seconds later

norman osborn i've hated you since i was born and i still hate you know

because (this might be the biggest spoiler in the movie) may's death CRUSHED MY HEART INTO A THOUSAND PIECES

like i was literally writing another fanfiction about may being a sweet cool auntie and now i don't think i'll be able to finish it because my heart aches to know she's not alive anymore

and the WITH GREAT POWER COMES GREAT RESPONSIBILITY line OH GOD! the WEIGHT BEHIND THOSE WORDS

but watching tom's face holding her as she died it was THE WORST EXPERIENCE IN MY LIFE. i cried my heart out

please protect baby peter from all the harm in the world please please please

like the scenes of him grieving, wanting to kill norman... i will have it forever marked on me

and then FUCKING NED BRINGING THE SPIDEYS TOGETHER

honestly WHAT A FUCKING GREAT TIME TO BE A BRAZILIAN

WE DID A WHOLE AS PARTY WHEN THEY APPEARED

neddie the wizard please we need more of you

and MJ THROWING BUNS AT ANDREW OH MY FUCKING GOD HAHAHA THE BEST ONE

also tobey looks like horace nebbercracker from monster house

you old, boo!

but IT WAS EPIC. from someone who's been a spidey fan from birth, i loved every minute of it

and the scene where they three meet for the first time 😩😩😩😩 A MASTERPIECE FROM BEGINING TO END

andrew telling them about gwen

tobey telling them about uncle ben

they uniting to ground peter through his grief

oh, and what's hotter than a smart peter parker? THREE SMART PETER PARKERS!

their little dinamic coming up with a plan to help all the villains and at the same time bringing their universes together like they were sitting at a pub table

epic

and i have to say, peter parkers, you are amazing

seriously their interaction...

they just get each other, yk?

AND THANK GOD THEY DID THE THREE SPIDERS MEME

also skipping ahead because i'm tired (i got the last session of the day okay??)

I THOUGHT THEY WERE GOING TO KILL TOBEY LIKE FOR REAL

I WOULDN'T HAVE ACCEPTED THAT, THANK GOD THEY DIDN'T

and electro saying he thought spidey was a black dude 🗣️🗣️🗣️ and the bridge to connect to miles! amazing

and peter asking strange to make everyone forget about him to save the whole multiverse 😩 brave boy i love you

also his farewell to the boys!!!! the hug!!!! i loved it

and peter saying goodbye to ned and mj 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 no no i do not accept that

the handshake one last time

and mj's i love you and "save your answer for when you find me again" (or whatever she said, i watched it in portuguese, come onn)

and peter GOING ON A HUNT FOR THEM

and GIVING UP ON TELLING THE TRUTH

BUT THEY LOVE EACH OTHER VERY MUCH

LOOK AT THE WHOLE CAFÉ SCENE

MARVEL DO SOMETHING THE BOY IS HURTING

also every maguire fan boy wanted peter to be a fucked up lad just like tobey and they got it

living on rent, no job, at a dirty apartment

and the star wars legos 😭😭😭😭😭😭 stop it's too much for me

baby boy literally has NO ONE THAT LOVES OR KNOWS HIM. I WANT TO GIVE HIM ALL MY LOVE BECAUSE I CAN'T STAND IT

but he seems optimistic and i'm happy about it

with the news that there will be another trilogy, i am glad they are continuing his story

i feel like they gave a good close to this trilogy and i'm happy with it

but i want MORE 😩😩😩😩😩

please tom holland i beg you MORE

i hope i didn't let anything slip by, but yeah, it happens

i also hope you enjoyed your movie

COME CHAT WITH ME ABOUT IT

#i know i missed a lot of scenes but yeah i don't care rn #i wrote this at midnight right after the movie so i was tired #spider art #spider man 3 #spider man no way home #spider man no way home spoilers #spoilers #nwh spoilers #no way home spoilers

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caffeineinducedbeing · 2 years ago

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who lives, who dies, who tells your story: chapter four

TW: aftermath of torture, pain, blood.

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“That’s where you think Will is?”

Horace inquired, looking at the big warehouse sized building with a skeptical eye.

Halt nodded, “That’s where I think he is.” he said matter of factly.

“And you know this, how? We’ve circled the area twice, the gates are chained shut, and dusty. It doesn’t look like anyone’s been here for years, Halt.”

Halt raised an eyebrow at Horace's mistrust. He understood it of course, worry for Will had been driving both of them to near insanity for the last several days. Horace had come immediately to Will's rescue at Halt's request, not that Halt ever had any doubt he would.

“Tug went crazy when we first caught sight of this place- reminded me of when we found Will in Skandia that one time. It was the same reaction here…”

Halt was quiet for a moment, but Horace felt he had more to say so he restrained from replying just yet.

“Plus, I just have a feeling.”

Horace nodded at the sentence he knew was coming. When it came to Will, Horace knew that Halt would always just know. Whether or not there's facts or evidence. Will was an instinct for him, he was his purpose, his destiny. Halt would always have a feeling toward what decisions were to be made on his behalf.

“Well, how do we get in then?” Horace now asked.

Halt moved away from the small ridge of land they had been watching from, and walked back toward where their horses were grazing on the dry grass. Along with Tug, who’s nervous air hadn’t subsided since they got within 100 feet of the property. Tug was pacing as well as a horse can, whinnying every so often, and letting out a whine like sound. Like a cry.

“I think our best bet would be the back entrance, that’s likely to have less security.”

The older ranger said at a louder volume then they had been speaking before. The haunted looking place had automatically insinuated silence in the minds of the knight and ranger. And while they were observing the property they had adopted hushed voices in respect to that.

Horace replied at the same volume,

“Alrighty then.”

He sheathed his sword, and grabbed his worn shield, painted with a symbol of an oakleaf. As Halt buckled his scabbard and double checked his quiver, before swinging it over his shoulder.

They simultaneously started moving toward the building together, and stopped once more at the ridge. Looking on in silence for a moment before Halt broke it with a sharp whisper,

“Let’s go get him back.”

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Will hovered in the veil between lucidity, and unconsciousness. Still bound, shirtless and bloody in Alaric’s chains.

He felt dead, although he wasn’t. Which was a shame in his mind, death would be more painless than this. The agony threatened to overwhelm him, and he questioned for a moment how the hell he was still alive. Everything hurt. Will prided himself for his high pain-tolerance, but my god, everything. Hurt. He stopped fighting the trembles long ago, and his throat was on fire from all the screams that had torn their way through his mouth.

He would die here. He knew that much. There was no plausible way that Halt would find him, and if he did…well Will was smart enough to know that he’d be dead by then.

So all he could do was wait. In the merciful aloneness that Alaric had granted him. Even just for a few moments.

In these blessedly quiet moments of numbness, Will’s only comfort was thoughts of home. He and Horace, fighting side by side, through moments of battles or missions. Sitting on the patio together at his cabin, watching the sun rise over Redmont. The brothers laughing together in hysterical relief, as they came down from the high of a close run-in on a mission. Halt watching in the corner of his eyes, shaking his head in disbelief.

Halt.

Oh god, Halt.

Halt had been the Father Will needed. When the grisly Ranger would knock him on the head, call him an idiot, Will somehow felt warm, proud, loved. Will had always had the need to prove himself to his pears to receive love, and affection. But with Halt, Will never felt that he had to earn it to feel loved. Halt was a Father to him, just as much as he was a son to Halt. He had saved his life on too many occasions to recount, he had held him through his worst nights, he had nursed him back to health when sickness raged his body. He had been there when he graduated, he had been there after difficult missions, he had been there after Macindaw, and he had been with him in Clonmel, and Nihon Ja. Any life-changing, major events in Will's life, Halt had been by his side. A support system of sorts. Halt always knew the right time in place for everything. Whether it was a knock on the head after hearing about his failed proposal, or a tearful hug after he had married the love of his life.

Alyss.

How does one even begin to describe Alyss.

Will would never understand what his wife saw in him. All he knew was that he loved her, and somehow- somehow, she loved him too. Alyss was one of Will’s wins. She was a victory over everything that’s been an obstacle to Will’s happiness throughout his life. She was his light, his life, his everything. Will only hoped she could move on from him.

He hoped they all could move on.

And with that comforting thought, Will drifted off to a pain-induced sleep once more.

#rangers apprentice #ranger's apprentice #fanfiction #cross posted on ao3 #angst with a happy ending #i promise you #there ISSSS a happy ending #dw dw

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bisexualbumblebee-writes · 3 years ago

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Lunch- Jasper Badun x OC

Jasper Badun x Angela Young

Description: Jasper takes Angela to lunch, where they learn something interesting about each other.

Word Count: 2.3k

“The full moon's bright. And starlight filled the evening,” came Elton John’s smooth chorus from the radio hanging on the wall of 2nd Time Around. It would have brought a smile to Angela’s face if that hadn’t been the sixth time she heard it in the past two hours. Artie had recently purchased Elton John’s latest album “Captain Fantastic and the Dirt Brown Cowboy” and he brought it into the shop so Angela could listen to it as well. Only problem is their radio seemed to be having problems with it, that song after every other one. At first Angela thought it was just a hiccup, but this was starting to get ridiculous.

“Artie, it’s playing that song again,” she complained, leaning against the counter.

“Hitting it seems to help,” came her boss’s voice from the back room, where he was putting price tags on some new stock. “There’s no one here, just hit it until it skips.” Angela looked around, noting that he was right about both things. She was glad that the store was empty, ever since Cruella revealed that Artie and Angela worked for her at the party she threw, people were more eager to visit their shop. Today was Sunday, no one usually shops on Sundays so today was the first day that Artie and Angela could relax and sort of restock.

Still, that didn’t make her want to do this any less. The girl groaned internally and grabbed the stepladder, setting it up under where the radio hung on the wall. She carefully climbed the steps until she was face to face with that stupid machine and began hitting it in an attempt to make it work properly, trying to ignore the blaring music going straight into her ears.

“We wrote it and I played it, Something happened it's so strange this feeling, Naive notions that were childish,” Elton continued to sing, successfully covering up the sound of bells jingling, signaling that someone had walked in.

“Just skip already you stupid radio,” she grumbled, annoyed. The radio didn’t care about the insult, continuing to play that infernal song.

“Simple tunes that tried to hide it, But when it comes, We all fall in love sometimes.” She groaned loudly, getting ready to hit the machine again when a voice came from behind her.

“I don’t know, I actually found that song quite good,” Jasper spoke, hands going into the pockets of his jacket casually. Angela nearly fell off the ladder, having not heard him enter the store, then faced him.

“Oh! Sorry, I didn’t hear you come in,” she greeted, climbing down the ladder and straightening out her dress. “Welcome to 2nd Time Around. I’m Angela, or Angel as in: sent from above.” She gestures to her body with a bright smile.

“That was cute,” Jasper commented with a small smile. “Did Artie come up with that one for you?” Angela nodded.

“I felt a bit left out since he had that ‘Art, as in: work of’ line so he helped me out,” she explained, moving the ladder. “What can I help you with? We just got new stock from Dior, Chanel, and even Saint Laurent. From casual looks for lunch or suits for going out on the town, we have it all,” she explained, gesturing to several racks around them. Jasper let her do her whole spiel, knowing how much she loved coming up with stuff like that, before shaking his head.

“Well I didn’t originally come here for clothes but it seems that your customer service has changed my mind,” he said, making her giggle. “That can come later though. It’s nearly time for your lunch break so I figured I’d take you out to lunch.” Angela smiled internally, touched that he remembered such mundane things in her schedule.

“Well, let me just go click out and I’ll be ready,” she responded happily. He nodded and waited patiently as she walked to the back room, informing Artie that she was going on her lunch break, before clocking out and grabbing her coat. She slipped it on as she walked out.

“Wow, nice coat,” Jasper complimented, making her blush.

“Well thank you, I designed it myself.” She spread her arms out and turned to show him the entire thing.

“Beautiful,” he spoke softly before holding out his hand. “Ready to go?” She took his hand with a nod then called a bye to Artie as they walked out.

“So, how has it been living at ‘Hell Hall’?” She asked as they began walking down the sidewalk. Of course Artie and Angela stopped by Cruella’s new estate for work, but that’s just what it was. Jasper and Horace didn’t like to interrupt the dressmakers while they were working. There was a fashion show coming up so they had to get everything done as soon as possible. With all the chaos at the shop and at Hell Hall, the new couple had no time to see each other. It was surprising to Angela that her boyfriend had come by in fact. This was the first time in a week and a half that they truly got to see each other, and Angela wanted to make that time count. Jasper wrapped the arm closest to her around her shoulders and his other hand went into his coat pocket while hers went into her jacket’s pockets.

“Strange,” he answered honestly. “I lived in that cramped house for 23 years, I had the chance to get used to it. Now, I could get an entire floor of this huge mansion to myself if I just say the word. And yes, Cruella has tried.”

“You’re not used to having so much space,” Angela clarified. The man nodded.

“Exactly. Horace and Estella were always within arm’s reach in case something happened,” he continued. “Now it takes a commute to find either of them. I just- I don’t know…I kind of wish things were how they were. Before I got Estella the job at Liberty, before Estella became Cruella.” He looked at his girlfriend once he finished his rant. She hummed then gave him a patient smile.

“Things like this take some getting used to Jas. You’re a creature of habit, of course you’re not going to get comfortable right away. And that’s okay, I know that Cruella and Horace understand. And about Cruella, she’s always been there from what I understand. She was going to come out no matter what, it was only a matter of time when. She was like a ticking time bomb, but we all still love her either way. That’s what matters, right?” Jasper sighed, he had a love/hate relationship with her logical thought process.

“Besides,” she added. “If you hadn’t gotten her the job at Liberty, she wouldn’t have met Artie and I. Then you would never have met me.” That was enough for Jasper to look at her once more with his usual adorkable smile.

“You’re right. I’d rather die than to never have met you,” he muttered sincerely. Angela smiled and stretched just enough to kiss his jawline.

After walking a few more minutes Jasper finally opened the door of a small restaurant in a shopping strip for her and led her inside. Lunch went by rather quickly, and before they realized, the check had been placed in front of them. Angela went to grab it but Jasper handed the money to their waiter without hesitation. Their waiter thanked them and walked away to put it up, leaving Angela to jokingly glare at her boyfriend.

“Jasper I could have paid, you know,” Angela scolded softly.

“I wanted to wait for us to go on a date so that I could be the one to pay for it, Angela. Like a gentleman, you know. I have the chance to do that now, so please let me.” The girl quieted immediately. She hadn’t thought about that. Rather than responding, she only thanked him and switched the conversation, much to his relief.

“Well, I still have twenty minutes left of my lunch break. What do you say to a small stroll?” She questioned as they stood in unison.

“Sounds great love,” he responded, taking her hand and walking out. They walked a few minutes until they ended up in front of what both of them recognized as Liberty, where a worker was setting up the new display case.

“Oh man, this reminds me of a few months back before I met you guys,” Angela reminisced with a smile. “I was passing by here on my way to work and there was a girl who got drunk and messed up the display case with trash. Man, did the manager look mad.” She laughed, harkening back to that day.

It had seemed like a normal day, since Angela lived so close to 2nd Time Around she usually just walked there everyday. She remembered how hot it was, so she wore short overalls on top of a yellow shirt. On her way there, she passed by the Liberty store, but paused when she noticed a few people crowding the display. That, of course, piqued her interest and she pushed her way to the front, apologizing every few seconds.

There was a woman with red hair who seemed to be asleep on the floor of the display case, empty trash bag in one hand and an almost empty bottle of what looked like whiskey in the other. The man beside her stepped forward and knocked on the window, jolting her awake.

“Why’d you go and sleep in a window?” Someone on the other side of the knocking man questioned dumbly. Oh, Angela had to show this to Artie. Carefully, she took her camera out of her bag and snapped a few pictures shortly before the manager walked out and grabbed her. Angela took the time to check her watch, and her eyes widened. She was going to be late! Before anyone could do anything else a car came screeching to a halt just outside the store, making everyone turn around. And, that was Angela’s cue to leave. She began pushing past people, knocking someone over almost immediately.

“Ah! Bloody hell!” The man groaned out upon hitting the ground.

“Sorry!” She called apologetically, though she didn’t turn back as she ran the rest of the way to work.

While she reminisced, Jasper stopped in his steps, thinking back to when Estella had done that.

“Wait, were you wearing denim overalls that day?” He questioned. Angela was confused by this, but quickly understood where he was getting at and looked at him with wide eyes.

“Oh my god, you’re the guy that I ran into after the Baroness arrived!” She exclaimed.

“You’re the one who snapped a picture of Estella then fell into me!” He responded in the same tone with a toothy grin.

“Did we seriously meet before we actually met?” She asked with amused disbelief. Jasper shook his head, feeling the same way as her by the looks of it.

“I cannot believe this,” he chuckled as they continued their walk.

“I still have the picture of that,” Angela mentioned. “It’s in my camera roll, I haven’t gotten the film developed though.”

“You know what, I can and will personally go with you to get it developed. That would be wonderful blackmail.” The girl shook her head at that.

“You’re bad,” she answered, though she couldn’t help but smile.

“I guess so.” They walked back to the shop, making pleasant conversation. That stopped when they stepped inside and saw Artie talking to someone very familiar.

“Hello Cruella,” Angela greeted chirpily, unlinking her arm from Jasper’s. “I didn’t know you were coming by. Lots of surprises today.” She took her coat off and began walking to the back room.

“Thought I’d come see how 2nd Time Around was doing now that you guys have publicity. Artie tells me you two have been working overtime,” Cruella responded, resting on her cane. “You could have told me, I wouldn’t have worked you to the bone after work every night.”

“Yes, almost two hundred customers a day,” Artie added. Jasper’s eyes widened as Angela walked back out.

“Two hundred? How are you two still alive?”

“Lots of determination,” Artie responded simply.

“And our new coffee machine,” Angela added, leaning against the counter. Jasper rubbed her back soothingly.

“Well, you guys are closed on Mondays, right? Why don’t you two come over, we’ll have a small sleepover and you guys can sleep in luxury. No offense.” Angela pursed her lips.

“None taken. I think.” Cruella’s usual smirk settled on her face once more.

“Great. I’m sure Jasper doesn’t mind driving down here once you close. Until then I have a few more stops to make. Come on Jasper.” She began walking out, pausing in the doorway to wait for him.

“Come back soon,” Angela spoke softly.

“Of course,” he responded with a sincere smile. “I still have some shopping to do and I heard there was a very cute worker here.”

“I would say that you’re referring to me, but I think that would ruin the moment, huh?” Artie joked, making the others laugh. Jasper shook his head amusedly and leaned down a bit to give Angela a quick kiss goodbye then began following his friend. The two waved as they watched them walk out, then they heard Elton John’s voice ring out once again.

“Wise men say, It looks like rain today,” the same song started for the seventh time.

“Want me to have a go at it?” Artie questioned knowingly.

“No,” Angela shook her head, surprising Artie though she couldn’t see it as her eyes were still trained on the door her boyfriend just left though. “It’s starting to come around for me.”

#Cruella 2021 #cruella #jasper badun #jasper badun x oc #jasper badun fanfiction #jasper badun fanfic #jasper badun imagine

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sawyid · 4 years ago

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LOST character headcanons

here's a comprehensive list of my pronoun, gender, sexuality, and relationship headcanons for just about all the characters! this post will not have any spoilers.

when i say "with:" and list a BUNCH of people it doesn't necessarily mean that i think they're dating all of those people. by "with" it could mean anywhere from "dating and in love with" to "they banged once" lol. ill elaborate on which is which, tho. keep in mind i think that everyone on the island was definitely VERY sexually active and didn't give a fuck about keeping it a secret. i mean, they were all surviving on a deadly island together— why bother keeping secrets?

alex

she/they trans girl

bisexual

maybe polyamorous?

with: karl 🥺 they love each other so much

amy (goodspeed)

she/they gnc woman

lesbian

polyamorous

with: definitely dated juliet for a while while they had the chance, maybe even started crushing on kate

ana lucia

she/he/they/it gnc woman

lesbian as FUCK

monogamous maybe 🤔⁉️

with: maybe had/has a thing with kate? other than that i don't really know who she's compatible with

ben

he/it nonbinary (masc aligned)

gay aromantic

monogamous

dating john 👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨

bernard

he/him trans man

the only valid straight mf on the show

monogamous

married to rose

boone

he/she gnc man

SO SO SO VERY GAY

polyamorous

with: charlie, hurley, jin, michael, sawyer, sayid. id like to think he's dating all of them. maybe started off as a fwb thing but developed into more than that (looking at sawyer specifically)

cassidy phillips (sawyer's "long con")

she/her trans woman

lesbian

polyamorous

with: her and kate definitely had/have a thing

claire

she/they cis woman

bisexual

polyamorous

with: charlie, desmond, hurley, kate, sun. she's dating all of them! she's probably been ... intimate with desmond a handful of times too because they're both dating charlie. hurley is gay and not attracted to women, but he's definitely been in bed with claire a ton of times considering they're both in love with charlie.

charlie

he/they/pup pupgender trans masc

bisexual

so unbelievably polyamorous

with: oh good god here we go... claire, desmond, hurley, boone, eko, jin, michael, sawyer, aaaaand sayid! he loves them all so so dearly! i think he and sawyer definitely started out as fwb (like boone and sawyer). i just think charlie is very quick to fall head over heels. i love him so much 🥺

charlotte

she/it/they trans woman

lesbian

monogamous

naomi is her girlfriend

daniel (faraday)

he/they nonbinary trans masc

gay

polyamorous

with: desmond, hurley, jin, michael, miles, sawyer, sayid. he and desmond are CLASSIC soulmates. i mean, they literally invented the concept of the constant. they're so deeply in love that it's different from his other boyfriends. i honestly think he's also very quick to develop feelings! he and charlie totally would've been in love.

desmond

he/him gnc man

bisexual

polyamorous

with: claire, charlie, daniel, eko, hurley, jin, michael, miles, penny, richard, sawyer, sayid. i'd say charlie, daniel, and penny are the absolute loves of his life. i feel like everyone else he's definitely slept with on a few occasions at the very least. he and sayid are definitely boyfriends. hurley too <3

dogen

he/they gnc man

gay

monogamous

with: lennon

edward mars (the us marshal)

he/him cis man

straight, but maybe did a little experimenting in college ;)

monogamous

eko

he/they gnc man

bisexual

polyamorous

with: claire, charlie, desmond, hurley, jin, kate, michael, sawyer, sayid. of the people here, he's dating charlie, jin, michael, and sawyer. everyone else he had been intimate with/intimate at the same time as his boyfriends because of mutual partners lol.

ethan rom

he/him cis man

straight aromantic

monogamous

frank (lapidus)

he/him cis man

gay

non monogamous

with: richard :) and he's probably done it with dan, miles, michael, sawyer, and sayid a few times

horace (goodspeed)

he/they trans gener maybe 🤔

gay

polyamorous

with: pierre. sawyer and him for sure dated lol. and i'd imagine hurley, jin, and miles were never too busy to help out ;)

hurley

he/they/xe gnc amab dude

gay

polyamorous

with: boone, claire, charlie, daniel, desmond, eko, jin, michael, miles, sawyer, sayid. now with hurley i do think he was dating or at least crushing on everyone here. he has a lot of intimate experiences with these guys when they get together to have fun with charlie. maybe not eko so much? but idk i still think they'd be cute together. but his soulmates are charlie and miles. hurley is gay and not attracted to women, but he's definitely been in bed with claire a ton of times considering they're both in love with charlie.

jacob

he/him cis man

straight aromantic asexual

jack

i REALLY want to just say cishet, but i don't think that's entiiireellyy true... just cus i hate him doesn't mean i can ignore the truth

he/him cis man

bisexual but the type of mf to call himself "heteroflexible" or "heteroromantic bisexual" lmaoo 💀

monogamous

dating nobody ❤️ live alone and die alone ❤️

jae-young lee (sun's friend/ex boyfriend)

he/him cis man

gay

monogamous

with: that "girl" he went to meet in america was actually a guy and theyre gay lovers 😼

jin

he/him cis man

gay

polyamorous

with: boone, charlie, daniel, desmond, eko, horace, hurley, michael, miles, sawyer, sayid. he's just dating everyone here end of story. he and michael are soulmates tho 👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨

juliet

she/they/fae nonbinary (neutral) + gnc

lesbian

polyamorous

with: claire, kate, sun. they're all dating each other :>

karl

he/xe trans boy

bisexual

monogamous methinks 🤔 or maybe would be considered "non monogamous" because i think he'd be totally cool with alex also dating someone else alongside him

with: alex

kate

she/they woman

VERY bisexual

VERY polyamorous

with: claire, juliet, sun, sawyer. dating all of em! fuck jack all my homies hate jack.

lennon

he/him cis man

gay

monogamous

with: dogen

libby

she/they gnc woman

lesbian

monogamous idk

she was very obviously written into the show as the "romantic interest that hurley didn't have" but everything she does is some shit charlie would do. she's like charlie's cis-sona.

locke

he/him trans man

bi with a preference for men

monogamous

dating ben 👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨

man in black

they/he nonbinary masc

pansexual (aromantic)

monogamous

michael

he/him cis man

gay

polyamorous

with: boone, charlie, daniel, desmond, eko, hurley, jin, miles, sawyer, sayid. dating everyone!

mikhail

he/him cis man

gay

monogamous

miles

he/they trans man

bisexual

polyamorous

with: claire, daniel, desmond, horace, hurley, jin, kate, michael, richard, sawyer, sayid. i think of him as charlie 2 in that he is also a whore (/pos). he fucks to survive. BUT he is also in love with all these people. other than horace maybe, that was just a fwb thing. and i don't think he and kate dated but they've definitely fucked considering they're both dating sawyer, same thing with claire

naomi (dorrit)

she/her trans woman

lesbian

monogamous

with: charlotte

nikki

she/they cis woman

straight

monogamous

with: paulo!

nour abbed "nadia" jazeem

she/her cis woman

lesbian

monogamous

paulo

he/him cis man

bisexual

monogamoius

with: nikki

penny

she/her cis woman

bisexual

non monogamous

with: just desmond! but she loves her husband's boyfriends endlessly and has definitely been involved in the bedroom with them sometimes too

pierre

he/him cis man

bisexual

polyamorous

with: horace and lara (chang, miles's mom)

richard

he/they gnc man

gay

non monogamous?

with: he's dating frank and miles, but has also been intimate with desmond, hurley, jin, sawyer, and sayid because of mutual boyfriends.

rose

she/her cis woman

bisexual

monogamous

married to bernard

rousseau

she/her trans woman

lesbian

monogamous

sawyer

he/him cis man

he is also VERY bisexual

also violently polyamorous

with: boone, claire, charlie, daniel, desmond, eko, frank, hurley, jin, kate, michael, miles, richard, sayid. i think the only people here he isn't dating are claire, frank, and richard.

sayid

he/him, maybe he/they, gnc man

gay

polyamorous

with: boone, charlie, daniel, desmond, eko, hurley, jin, michael, miles, richard, sawyer. dating all of them! he's also been intimate with a kate pretty often for reasons that stay between sawyer, kate, and himself <3

sun

she/they trans woman

lesbian

polyamorous

with: claire, juliet, kate. dating all.

tom brennan (kate's childhood boyfriend)

he/him trans man

gay

monogamous

walt

he/they trans masc

he's a kid so im not going to headcanon a solid sexuality as that would be weird lol. some kind of mlm tho

extra: i care about him so much he doesn't get enough attention in the fanbase :( my bb had so much potential and the writers just decided to ignore him :/

shannon

she/her female

heterosexual

monogamous

with: nobody. ever. die. die a painful painful death millions of times over again

THE END !

that shit took forever to type out holy FUCK.

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chayacat · 3 years ago

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Devil’s Sweet Star (30)

Fandom: Dead by Daylight

Ghostface x Female Reader

Rated M for Violence, Language and Smut

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Hunting. It's tiring by force when you run after a prey for hours. But the reward is more than pleasant when we finally find it. The fear that we read in their eyes, but also the pity... It's so satisfying. Their little cries asking to let them live. Sometimes it works. But usually, they die. It’s the law of nature. The strongest, the most agile, the most intelligent always gets by, the weaks die. But when you come across another predator, who wants to steal from you what belongs to you, the music is different. And in case you've forgotten, Danny doesn't like to share his things. Especially you.

If Jed promised you to do nothing about the server last time, this isn’t the case with Danny, and less with Ghostface. He intended to give him a good lesson. A lesson he can never forget, even if he died. He had finally found him, he was a replacement, he worked for another restaurant, in another nearby city. Poor guy... he's not even from here and he died for a simple... stupidity.

Danny will always remember his look. From the predator, this fool has become prey. He will always remember his words, begging him not to kill him. Like everyone else, in itself. Danny was too used to it. And the result is always the same: he kills them. this poor fool must never have dared to seduce you, NEVER. He has paid a high price for it. Certainly, he must have family, friends etc... But no one in Roseville will know about this story. Since he didn't live here.

Danny is already very nice to let his alter ego Jed take care of you; he will not let all the men approach you! However, a smile stretched over his face. This little tantrum you had during your last meeting, it's like you ordered him to kill this server. It was your little signature on the murder contract. Of course, you still wanted to make the innocent little girl, who doesn’t want to harm anyone. But there... there you have to show a completely different facet. You haven’t explicitly said it, but the fact that you are tired of being seduced and taken for a weak as this "damn server!" said is more than enough for him.

“I knew you had your own dark side... my beautiful bird. Your little cage of purity begins to break... But you don't have to care... I would be there to take care of you.” He said to himself, looking at your picture.

He kissed the picture before putting it in the drawer of his nightstand. He took the frame where the picture of Carla and him was. If only he could go back in time, he could have acted, he could have asked another doctor to treat her, to give her the right treatment. And she would still be there. But the time machine doesn’t exist. He has to deal with it. He rested the frame and prepared to go to work, today he will not be at the police station. Today he will be at Hoggins' House. Since he was accused of killing McKellan, he has been trying as best he can to exonerate himself. And it's a golden opportunity for Danny to spot places from the inside.

He took the opportunity to look in the mirror. The shy Jed disappeared little by little, leaving more room for Danny. And it was perfect, that's exactly what he wanted. The more he let himself go, the more his alter ego faded in your eyes. Soon, all that will remain of Jed is his name. And one day Danny will be able to reveal his identity to you. His TRUE identity. No more hiding. Danny pulled out his phone and called Mattew. It’s with him that he will interview Hoggins today. Melina, on the other hand, continues to work with the police.

“Hey Jeddy! How are you doing? Are you ready for the interview?” said Mattew cheerfully on the other line. Jeddy... a nickname that even Danny has become accustomed to over time. He wonders what nickname he would have given him with his real name.

“Hey Mattew I am fine, thank you. Of course, I'm ready, probably more than you. I'm sure you're not even dressed yet.” responds Danny chuckling.

“Think again! I am dressed, my hair is done and I'm ready to go! I come to pick you up or you pick me up from my house?”

“I'm coming to pick you up. I haven’t forgotten what almost happened last time.”

“First, it wasn't me but the other big idiot in front and then I'm a very good driver! But if you want to pick me up... I'm not going to hold you back.” Mattew replied.

“I got it... Chris took the car. Okay, I'm coming. Get ready, in 5 minutes I'm here. See you right away!” Answers Danny before hanging up and sighing. Mattew will never change.

But actually, within 5 minutes, Danny found himself in front of Mattew and Chris' house, and indeed, Chris had taken the car. According to Mattew, Chris had taken it to the mechanic to do a technical inspection of the vehicle. But knowing Chris.... The slightest screw will pass to the scanner. And it's likely to take the whole morning. It didn't take long to get to Hoggins' residence, as traffic was very fluid, Danny took the opportunity to press the accelerator. At least up to the maximum acceptance rate of the van. He parked not far from Hoggins' car, before getting off with Mattew from the vehicle. They headed for the front door and rang, only to be greeted by Hoggins himself.

“Ah, here you are! the little journalists of Roseville, but please come in! Your friend isn’t here?” Ask Hoggins with a smile.

“Our colleague Melina has been sent elsewhere Mr...” starts Mattew.

“No, I'm talking about the other girl... this adorable little bird of paradise that was with you at the reception...”

“(Y/N) doesn’t work at the newspaper. She was just accompanying us. I'M so lucky to have a girlfriend as adorable as her, indeed.” said Danny holding back from sticking his fist in his mouth.

“Oh...Well, congratulations then.” replied Hoggins, with a faint smile of disgust on his face.

Hoggins guided them to the living room and asked his butler to prepare coffees. He returned a few minutes later and put the tray on the table before leaving. Danny mentally disfigured the man in front of him, if Hoggins also had views on you, then his fall and his death will be nothing but delightful.

“Very well gentlemen, I don’t know if your boss has warned you, but I have a very important appointment, so I may have to leave and shorten this interview. I apologise for that.” said Hoggins before taking a sip of coffee.

“It won't take long, don't worry... 1 or 2h I think will be more than enough, Right Jed?” ask Mattew, taking Danny out of his macabre thoughts.

“Yes... it would be a shame if Mr. Hoggins missed such an important appointment because of us...” hisses Danny between his teeth without letting Hoggins out of sight... What a dirty pretentious asshole.

Mattew began asking the questions while Danny took notes as his answers progressed. He had started soft, asking him the origin of his rise in the American market. Then after an hour, it's Danny’s turn to ask the questions... and he's not going to go smoothly.

“Very well, Mr. Hoggins. As you know, you and Mr. McKellan are in the midst of a scandal about …" He started before being cut by Hoggins.

“Yes, I know, and I have replied to many of your colleagues that all this was just a plot from my previous partners who sank today. But do I really have anything to do with it? They didn't see things in a big way, that's what lost them.” responds Hoggins nonchalantly.

“Yes of course... But you also know that... you are accused of having ordered the murder of your partner Horace McKellan...because you think he was the one who broke this scandal.” replied Danny, with a slightly provocative look.

“And it's still a plot against me. Horace was a great partner and friend. Even though I accused him and threatened him... I could never have taken action. That’s unthinkable.”

“You, no... but you could have hired someone. That is what you are accused of. Apparently, you would have chatting with a man three days before threatening McKellan. And given the appearance of the man... I suspect it wasn't to discuss garden and DIY.”

“This appointment... was in the domain of privacy mr Olsen... What we said to each other was about a completely different business than the one I had with Horace.”

“I didn't know that a man of the high... was doing business with a notorious drug dealer. I wonder what kind of business you deal with together...” Replied Danny with a sneaky grin.

“I'm sorry gentlemen but... I will have to end this interview. My appointment will not take long to arrive, I don’t want to make him wait, it would be ... counterproductive on my part. I hope, however, that I have been able to answer all your questions. My butler will accompany you.” answer Hoggins with the same grin.

“You know what they say sir... sooner or later the rider will fall from his horse. And the fool will be locked up. Have a good day.”

The butler escorted Danny and Mattew to the door. Once outside, the two journalists got back into the van and Danny couldn't help but hit the steering wheel with his fists. This surprised Mattew who hadn't seen his colleague being angry before. And for once he lets go... it's really disturbing to think that he's quite inexpressive in nature. At least of what Danny kindly showed him.

“What a son of a bitch! I swear to that damn God that if I didn't hold back for job and Wilhelm's investigation, I would go back inside and I would smash his head against the wall!” said Danny flustered.

“Calm down Jeddy... If he goes to jail, tell yourself that he will suffer. Already that when you are there, the other prisoners don’t give you gifts ... then a rich man like him, they will not miss him. Let's go eat and have a drink somewhere. It's going to relax you a little bit.” said Mattew, trying to appease him.

Danny sighed and set out to get back in town, with a little smile on his face. On the road, Mattew tried to relax the atmosphere, but it wasn't his jokes that made Danny laugh, but his colleague and friend's attempt to relax him. They stopped to take food and drink from a fast-food restaurant in the city. But as if the day wasn't already annoying enough, two guys approached them to steal them. Danny sighed, gently took off his glasses before giving them to Mattew. Then suddenly turns to punch one of the two men in the face, who fell to the ground. The second hit Danny in return, who punched back in the stomach and another in the head.

“It's good ?? you've had enough or I have to put a layer back?!” said Danny, threatening the two men by raising his fist.

The latter left without asking for their remains. Danny wiped his mouth with a hand gesture, noticing that he was bleeding a little. The blow was more violent than he had thought. He turned to Mattew who looked at him... stoic.

“What?”

“Dude... This is the first time I've seen you hit someone. It's the day of surprises or what?” responds Mattew.

“I told you... I'm nice as long as we're nice to me. But if we're not... I may not be very diplomatic. I was too walked on my mouth, when I was little, but today, it's over.”

The rest of the day was rather quiet after this incident. Danny had finally calmed down and with Mattew anyway, it was pretty hard not to calm down. They were both going to the newspaper to deposit what they have noted from Hoggins' interview and, on the way, have met Melina who had survived a full day with Wilhelm. What a miracle when you know her well. The trio greeted and separated, each returning home. Danny returned home, exhausted, and deep down, stills angry to see that Hoggins has views on you. Oh, his death will be a delight in his eyes... Oh, yes... Danny will enjoy it until the last second. As he walked into the building, heading towards his apartment, he saw you coming home as well, and given the way you walk, you look just as exhausted as he is. A smile came to his lips and he caught up with you as you were about to return to your apartment.

“Jed! You scared me...” you said with a sigh of relief.

“Sorry my love. how did your day go?” asks Danny, with a little laugh.

“I'm exhausted! we've had many, many, many people today. I believe that since I've been here, this is my most intense workday I've ever had. But... you’re hurt! What happened??”

“Nothing serious... let's say it wasn't a good day.”

“Go inside, I'll take care of it. And no discussion.”

“Yes Madam.” replied Danny, raising his hand before entering your appartement.

While you were treating him on the lip, Danny told you about his day. He couldn't help but hiss as he felt the disinfectant on the wound. But that wasn’t what was most important to him. The most important thing was to see your reaction to all this, from the disgust with Hoggins, to the anxiety when he told you about the fight that took place in front of the fast-food restaurant. Fortunately, they had no weapons on them... otherwise, God only knows how it would have ended.

“My poor Jed... it wasn't your day... I'm done.” you said, storing disinfectant and cotton pads.

“Thank you, madam. I was wise... Could I have a lollipop as a reward?” respond Danny jokingly.

“Very funny Jed. I don't have a lollipop but... I can give you that.”

You kissed him as he kisses you back. Taking you gently by the waist to bring you back against him. Suddenly he felt something unusual, your hand descending gently to touch his ass. If that's what you wanted to give him... he will not refuse.

“Do you really want to venture into this field? Be careful Sweetie, once launched, no going back possible. And I can last all night if I have to.” said Danny with a grin.

“Prove it. I can hold all night too.” you respond with a provocative look.

It didn't take more for Danny to kiss you roughly, bringing you little by little to the room. Or you're the one who take him to your room? No one can say. But Danny isn’t against it. He's been waiting for this for quite some time, and believe me, tonight ...the night is going to be long. You're going to ride his world, but he's going to rock yours.

This is the most beautiful way... to put his mark on you.

***

(And it’s done! I started to play RE Village recently and I'm in love with it! Even if I really freak out with that damn baby of Hell in Benevento’s House! XD I’m impatient to meet Heisenberg 👀...But first, I'm gonna kick Moreau’s ugly ass! I hope you’ll like this chapter like the others ones! Well, it's time for my brain to rest! Have a great weekend to you all! See ya!)

#dbd fanfic #dbd #dead by daylight #ghostface #danny johnson #jed olsen

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tigerkirby215 · 3 years ago

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5e Sivir, the Battle Mistress build (League of Legends)

(Artwork made for Riot Games.)

Okay I know this is completely off topic but what the hell is Sivir's pose in her base splash art? Like oh my god doesn't that hurt your back? Jesus I know proportions are hard but wow this pose is terrible lmao.

Also it has come to my attention that I unintentionally made all the Legends of Runeterra Shuriman champions. Well I mean, Rammus isn't in LoR yet. Man we do really need more Shuriman champs.

Sorry I really don't have much of a blurb beyond that. Honestly only making Sivir for "randomly Shurima month." Like who actually plays Sivir anymore.

GOALS

Better duck! - We need to be able to throw everything at incoming danger and cut it down to size.

Here's where I get my cut - When faced with a hoard it doesn't hurt to be able to shoot everyone at once!

Nice try - Of course getting hit yourself would suck, so we're going to need ways to avoid incoming damage.

RACE

You have ascendant blood in you, which gives you just a touch of godly power. To connect to the gods look to the Aasimar. As an Aasimar you’d normally increase your Charisma by 2 but we’re instead going to invoke Tasha’s for a +2 to Dexterity. But your other abilities don’t change such as your Darkvision which I only mention because Light Bearer gives you the Light cantrip to help your friends with their dumb human eyes. You also get Celestial Resistance for a Spell Shield and Healing Hands for some potions in a pinch.

Fallen Aasimar require high Charisma and Scourge Aasimar hurt themselves as they fight, so we’ll be going for Protector Aasimar. We’re still going to get a +1 to Intelligence instead of Wisdom with Tasha’s rules, and we’ll cover more of what your subrace does for you at level 3.

ABILITY SCORES

15; INTELLIGENCE - Intelligence is tied to Investigation which makes it the tomb raiding skill. (I’d probably put Dexterity higher to be honest but I dislike uneven Ability Scores.)

14; DEXTERITY - You’re an ADC and even if you’re throwing stuff (which we won’t be in this build) Dexterity is still tied to most ranged combat abilities.

13; CONSTITUTION - While you may be squishy on the Rift we simply don’t need any other abilities for this build.

12; WISDOM - Wisdom is tied to Perception which is also useful when trying to avoid traps.

10; CHARISMA - You’re rather rough around the edges. Maybe if you were more Charismatic your fellow tomb raiders wouldn’t have double-crossed you.

8; STRENGTH - Even though you’re throwing weapons (which again: we won’t be for this build) you are very nimble and Fleet of Foot. Put simply we don’t need Strength at all for this build.

BACKGROUND

There’s no “Tomb Raider” background so we’ll fall back on Sivir’s job as a Mercenary Veteran. You get proficiency in Athletics and Persuasion as well as Land Vehicles and a gaming set of your choice (pick your poison.)

When you live the Mercenary Life you can easily identify other mercenaries by their emblems and logos. (RIP Clubs.) You know bits and pieces about their work, and can go seek them out for hints on the next ancient tomb to break into. And if all else fails you can fall back on mercenary work to maintain a comfortable lifestyle.

(Artwork made for Riot Games.)

THE BUILD

LEVEL 1 - ROGUE 1

Starting off as a Rogue because skills to raid tombs are always helpful. Skills like Acrobatics, Perception, Investigation, and... well we may as well grab Stealth as a Rogue. You also get Expertise in two skills: Investigation is the skill to find hidden loot, and Stealth is still pretty important as a Rogue.

When you live the mercenary life you know to speak in Thieves’ Cant so no wanabee treasure hunters try for your mark. Thieves’ Cant is a secret code with regular words that mean something else.

But let’s be real: what we’re really here for is Sneak Attack. When you have advantage on an attack (such as by attacking from stealth) or if your ADC is near the target you can do an additional d6 of damage.

LEVEL 2 - ROGUE 2

Second level Rogues are Fleet of Foot, and can use Cunning Action to Dash, Disengage, or Hide as a Bonus Action. Attack-Moving as an ADC is very important!

LEVEL 3 - ROGUE 3

Third level Rogues get to choose their Roguish Archetype, and you have the blood of a long-dead civilization in your veins. You revived your phantom of a great great great great (x20 more “great”s) grandfather, so Phantom Rogue will work well. Whispers of the Dead will let you choose a skill or tool to gain proficiency in after a Short or Long Rest, so you can adapt your tools to the situation at hand.

But more importantly you get Wails from the Grave. When you hit an enemy you can have your shot Ricochet to an enemy within 30 feet to deal necrotic damage equal to half the number of Sneak Attack dice for your level (round up.) You can use this feature a number of times equal to your proficiency bonus, and regain all expended uses when you finish a long rest.

Speaking of which your Sneak Attack die increases to 2d6. And speaking of more damage as a Protector Aasimar you get Radiant Soul. Once per long rest you can activate your Ascendant blood for 1 minute or until you end it as a bonus action. During this time you have a flying speed and deal extra Radiant damage equal to your level. Look just because we don’t see Sivir fly in-game doesn’t mean she can’t.

LEVEL 4 - ROGUE 4

4th level Rogues get an Ability Score Improvement: Dexterity controls most of what you do currently. Increase it by 2 for more damage, better skill checks, and better AC.

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LEVEL 5 - FIGHTER 1

ADCs are meant to fight, and Fighters are good at that! You get a Fighting Style to boost your right clicks and a “Marksman” needs Archery, even if they’re technically throwing weapons. (By the way by this point I’d recommend using a Longbow, for multiple reasons other than “it’s better than a Shortbow / Light Crossbow.”)

You can also pop the Heal Summoner Spell for a Second Wind, healing yourself for a d10 plus your Fighter level as a Bonus Action.

LEVEL 6 - FIGHTER 2

Second level Fighters are On the Hunt (by themselves), and can Action Surge to take an additional action! For now this just means one more attack, but your damage output will really increase at higher levels!

LEVEL 7 - FIGHTER 3

Third level Fighters get to choose their Martial Archetype, and while it’s perhaps not the most accurate or the strongest Arcane Archer is the only way to get some of Sivir’s abilities. But firstly you get Arcane Archer Lore for the Arcana skill (or Nature but Arcana is better), as well as the Prestidigitation cantrip (or Druidcraft but Prestidigitation is better.)

But your main feature is of course the Arcane Shot. Once per turn you can use one of your Arcane Shot options. You decide to use it when the arrow hits a creature, unless the option doesn’t involve an attack roll. Piercing Arrow will serve as your “Boomerang” Blade, firing a projectile in a 30 foot line that deals damage to everyone it passes through. This ability will go through cover so you can shoot past walls too!

There aren’t really many other options that fit Sivir, but Bursting Arrow will make your shot “Ricochet” on enemies within 5 feet of your initial target. And will do more damage, obviously.

You have two Arcane Shots per Short or Long Rest, but I’d really recommend discussing the subclass with your DM. Arcane Archer is known for being weak but it becomes a lot stronger if you make the Arcane Shots scale with either Intelligence modifier or your Proficiency Bonus. I don’t normally recommend homebrew changes but Arcane Archer is honestly a fun subclass hampered by how limited your Arcane Shot options are. I really recommend discussing buffs to the class if you wish to play one.

LEVEL 8 - FIGHTER 4

4th level Fighters get another Ability Score Improvement and while tricks are useful shooting good is still your main goal. Increase your Dexterity by 2 for the deadliest shots possible.

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LEVEL 9 - FIGHTER 5

5th level Fighters get their Beserker's Greaves, granting them enough attack speed for an Extra Attack to make two attacks in a turn! "Business is good."

LEVEL 10 - FIGHTER 6

Fighters get Ability Score Improvements instead of Class Features, but that's cool because it means we can get feats! Your Constitution has been sitting at 13 for awhile now, and while I'd normally try to grab a more fun feat Resilient will increase your Constitution by 1 and also make it easier to resist spells, which is like a spell shield!

LEVEL 11- FIGHTER 7

7th level Fighters get their Mythic! Kraken Slayer will give you Magic Arrows that do... exactly what they say on the tin! Magic damage for the sake of overcoming resistance or immunity to nonmagical damage.

Additionally if you miss you can use your Bonus Action to Ricochet your shot to another enemy. Curving Shot will let you redirect a missed hit towards a different enemy within 60 feet.

You also learn another Arcane Shot option: Enfeebling Arrow is like exhaust on an arrow. The target takes an additional 2d6 Necrotic damage and has to make a Constitution saving throw. If they fail the damage of their attacks is reduced by half until the start of your next turn.

LEVEL 12 - FIGHTER 8

More Feats are fun! While I could take Resilient in every stat or perhaps Mage Slayer I think Lucky works better to simulate Sivir's spell shield. If you make a roll on a d20 that you don't like you can roll a Lucky die to change it. You can use this not just on saving throws but also attack rolls, ability checks, and even enemy rolls! (Though of course the most flavorful thing would be to only use it on your own saving throws.) You do only have 3 of these per Long Rest, so be sure to use them wisely to block deadly spells.

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LEVEL 13 - ROGUE 5

5th level Rogues can survive a bit of harass thanks to Uncanny Dodge, letting you reduce the damage from a weapon attack you saw coming by half with your reaction. "Nice try." Your Sneak Attack also increases to 3d6, meaning that your Wails from the Grave increase to 2d6.

LEVEL 14 - ROGUE 6

6th level Rogues get Expertise in two more skills: Perception will help you see danger coming, and Acrobatics will help you avoid that danger.

LEVEL 15 - ROGUE 7

7th level Rogues can dodge skillshot with Evasion. If you succeed on a Dexterity saving throw you take no damage. If you fail on the saving throw you only take half damage, instead of the full damage! "Step light, strike hard." Your Sneak Attack also increases to 4d6.

LEVEL 16 - ROGUE 8

Another Ability Score Improvement is in order, and this will actually be your last one! More Intelligence will boost your Arcane Shots, but the Sharpshooter feat will boost your regular shots. It’s up to you what you do really; adapt your build for more Ability Power or more Attack Damage.

LEVEL 17 - ROGUE 9

9th level Phantom Rogues can loot the dead. When a creature you see dies within 30 feet you can use your reaction to grab a Tokens of the Departed. You can have a maximum number of soul trinkets equal to your proficiency bonus, and can’t create one while at your maximum. You can use soul trinkets in the following ways:

While you have at least one soul trinket you have advantage on death saving throws and Constitution saving throws.

When you deal Sneak Attack damage you can destroy one of your soul trinkets to use Wails from the Grave without expending a use of that feature.

As an action, you can destroy one of your soul trinkets to ask the spirit associated with the trinket one question. The spirit appears to you and answers in a language it knew in life. It doesn’t have to be truthful, and it answers as concisely as possible, eager to be free. The spirit knows only what it knew in life, as determined by the DM.

And to top it off your Sneak Attack increases to 5d6, which also means your Wails from the Grave increases to 3d6! “Life’s cheap. Death pays.”

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LEVEL 18 - FIGHTER 9

9th level Rogues get another Spell Shield with Indomitable. Once per Long Rest when you fail a saving throw, you can reroll it! It’s really that simple.

LEVEL 19 - FIGHTER 10

10th level Arcane Archers get another Arcane Shot Option. What? Did you want actual class features? Too bad! Regardless take whatever option you think will be useful honestly, because we got everything we wanted from the earlier levels.

LEVEL 20 - FIGHTER 11

Now that you’re finally six-slotted you can attack three times with your Extra Attack, or 6 times with Action Surge!

FINAL BUILD

PROS

I've got values; they stack up nicely - Three attacks per turn is good in its own right, but you’ve also got Arcane Shots, a Sneak Attack that can affect two targets, and Radiant Soul to add a flat +20 to your damage every turn.

I'll fight for a cause; I won't die for one - Having around 150 HP is nothing to sneeze at, but what’s really impressive is your saving throws. Proficiency in DEX, CON, and INT saves means you won’t be failing those saves anytime soon, especially since your Soul Trinkets give you advantage on CON saves!

You've got a problem, I've got a price - You’ve got plenty of utility with Expertise in the two “searching” skills, the ability to interrogate people after death, and of course good ol’ Lucky if things go south.

CONS

Make me work for it - You need a lot of actions and reactions to operate at maximum effectiveness. Soul Trinkets are tied to spending reactions and you need your Bonus Action for Curving Shot as well as your Cunning Actions.

Don't get between me, and my gold - You’re honestly not that skillful for a Rogue, with a lot of dud skills (let’s be honest you really don’t need Athletics) instead of potentially more useful things like Insight or Survival. Sure +13 to Perception is nice but that and Investigation are probably the only two skills you’re notably good at, as your took Expertise in general Rogue abilities instead of team utility.

They say the desert is a cruel mistress - Half your saving throws are very good. The other half...? +1 Wisdom saves are quite mediocre for a common save, and -1 to Strength saves certainly has the chance to hurt. Even if you can reroll them it’s still going to be hard to make those saves.

But you’re reliable which is all that can be asked for a mercenary. Your jobs are to fight and to nab treasure, both of which you’re damn good at. Go ahead and pull this build out if the party needs a reliable marksman, and if you roleplay them well they may not even realize you’re playing a character from League of Legends. Pull a little Sneaky on them.

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I could not imagine horace seeing that and not having a complete meltdown 😭 your person seizing until they pass out for DAYS? I think with the dead rising power my brain would immediately go to like “a life for a life, oh my god he’s going to die”

Oh Horace FREAKED

Horace had a full-blown panic attack. They heard a thud from upstairs and then Enoch was on the floor in Victor’s room with sparks still running down his arms and through his hair and then Horace started freaking out and then they got him back down to his room and Horace REFUSED to leave his side until he woke up and he was so much more anxious than he usually is the whole time

Horace made him personally promise to absolutely never do that again and honestly Enoch was too scared to say no

#mphfpc #enoch o'connor #horace somnusson #enorace #dragon’s headcanons

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Imagine (Son of Hades! Percy; Godswapped! Big Three's kids) Son of Neptune AU (2/7) or (7/12)

Hello! Before reading, check the PJO AU and the TLH AU - the links are on the masterpost - because they are essential to this one. Don't forget to check the warnings before reading. Review and make suggestions! And have a good reading :))

TW: This post in special has sexual harassment, racist slurs, and mentions of whipping.

Perseus wakes up in a semi-destroyed building full of wolves with a black ax in one hand and a Warhammer in the other. And that's just the beginning of the worst months of his life - or the only months of his life he can remember.

Then everything hurts - too much, like his skin is melting from his bones and his eyes are being gouged out. His skin feels like it's melting, and he promptly passes out.

He has no idea of who he is - except his name, but he might just know it because the wolf woman told him - and the talking wolves don't know - or can't tell him anything else. Either way, Perseus is getting nowhere.

Oh yes - he is also pretty sure wolves aren't supposed to shapeshift. And rope you into training - which, he must've been a bodybuilder or something because he is pretty good at wrestling.

Shoving the wolves into the ground and destroying the monsters that try and defy Lady Lupa's pack are the highlights of his week.

Lady Lupa is... - Lupa is everything he knows. She is the one who, for some reason, let's him stay. She tells him about the gods and the monsters - about how she found him in her doorstep after her home was sacked by Earthborn.

How he must be the sign of the Olympus that Lady Venus promised her. The one who comes to help.

Perseus doesn't know her - he doesn't know who she is or if she is telling the truth. But he has well-trained powers that he has no idea how to utilize, nowhere to go and no way of searching for his family - no one knows who he is, except for his first name (which sounds wrong).

And he tried to run away once - it didn't end well, because monsters are immortal - and everywhere.

Lupa tells him he had a curse upon him, so he has to train himself all over again now that it's gone. It doesn't sound like the truth, but he prefers Lady Lupa's carefully crafted half-truths than sleeping in the streets.

Lady Lupa teaches him - and tells him to expect the signal of the gods. They will guide him - even if they give him no answers.

Perseus doesn't like the gods much. They've left him here - which is a good place, but not his home, wherever it is - with no idea of who he is or what to do - except train and learn.

Mother Lupa - as most call her in the Wolf House - educates him like one would an unruly puppy. She corrects everything - from the way he addresses the gods at evening prayers to the way he sits - and he obeys.

Because in the midst of all those wolves? Perseus is just another puppy. So he sits and read hours of Vergil, Ovid and Horace in ancient Latin out loud - even if he would prefer not to.

Sadly - he does not have an opinion. Lady Lupa won't hesitate on using her whip on him. Oh yes, she has a whip - a black whip, which she uses to educate them. His back hurts sometimes when he rests upon the cold floor.

He prays to anyone - his godly parent - who is some Underworld God if his hold on shadows and stone means anything - or a friend, someone who's missing him, anyone really, for them to come and gives him answers.

It doesn't happen.

So he trains and he trains. He has no idea how much time has passed - how much time he has been slashing and cutting and killing, how much time he has heard every detail of Julius Caesar crusade through Europe.

It's still cold when the gods send their signal - they send him a maiden. She holds her hand to him like he is an old friend - and he goes.

She makes him only one question - "Do you want peace or answers, Perseus? Choose carefully, for no path will be easy, but the harvest comes for those who plant the seeds" - and when he answers, she climbs to his back and flowers create a path in the ground.

She doesn't talk anymore. He follows the trail and the girl threads her fingers through his hair, humming to herself a melody only she is able to hear.

In the way, there are two gorgons. Lady Lupa taught him about them. It's an easy battle - until he discovers that they just don't die. They keep reforming, like evil pottery.

They attack again and he picks up his ax to continue racking them into bits, but she tightened her fingers in his hair - like one would steer a horse.

So before they reform, he runs. Perseus runs - with a beyond beautiful maiden on his back (which would be really uncomfortable, if he wasn't so pissed with the gods for giving exactly no answers) doing nothing but play with his hair and eat granola bars - and he gets to a military outpost.

At least, it's what it looks like. There's a wall who must be at least 20 feet high. Its not a normal wall - because he can see eyes in its crevices, looking at him.

Perseus is really tired. There are people there - he is seeing them, do they think he is stupid? - and he has a person in his back.

So he kills both gorgons again with his stone spikes - he is pretty sure the guys that aren't opening the doors can deal with them when they eventually reform - and shadow travels inside.

He doesn't do this often - it takes a lot out of him and he might end up stuck in the wall if he is too tired, but he is too angry to care.

Perseus could've destroyed their door. He should've, really. It might have stopped those people from surrounding him with weapons.

These people - the people looming over him now that he crossed the barrier, who are using togas just like him, so different but so familiar - would've let him die for nothing. Perseus growls - a bad habit he picked up living only with wolves for an undetermined amount of time.

He should kill every single one of them. He should open the ground - and let it swallow them, let their bones turn to dust, return their weapons to molten metal.

But the maiden tightens her fingers in his hair, and he obeys - because Perseus has been well trained, and he doesn't bend.

"Who are you?!" A boy with a bow asks harshly, and Perseus wants him to rip him apart - he is so done. Perseus is a Roman - is what Lupa taught him - and Roman wolves don't roll over.

"Lady Lupa sent me." They don't look like they believe him, but they take him to their leader.

He feels like an alien - behind the wall, there's a whole new world - hundreds of people stare at him with a mix of fear, disdain, and curiosity. It feels familiar.

Perseus is reluctant to leave his weapons with a statue - specially while entering the territory of people who won't protect him and might try to kill him, but he is not one for scandals - so he thanks Lord Terminus, and goes on.

They enter the Senate after walking for about an hour - his head held high, even with the extra weight in his back - in the middle of the session. Lady Lupa would find this appalling.

Everyone turns to them - the tall black muscular man, dressed in a dark red toga, with a woman in his back also clad in a toga - they look like normal citizens, and yet, somehow, completely foreign.

Their escorts - a black girl no older than fourteen and the archer, that must be around his age - kneel to the Praetor - but as soon as they start explaining, they are interrupted.

Their promagistrate - a man Perseus will later learn is named Justus - looks at them once and shrieks.

"Lord Pluto!" They call him, and the whole Senatus knee down "Lady Ceres!"

The goddess he didn't recognize comes down of his back, chuckling to herself. All gods are mad - Perseus thinks, but keeps stoic in front of the government of this Rome copycat, else they kill him for disrespect or something.

"Rise!" She starts "You're almost correct, child of Justitia. For I am Ceres, but this is not Lord Pluto."

The promagistrate seems offended with Perseus somehow - like it's his fault the man is an idiot.

"This is his only mortal son and my daughter's champion, Perseus of Styx. He has been under Lady Lupa's tutelage in her command." This was new.

So his father was the king of the dead himself - which was not surprising. But he was apparently Lady Proserpina's champion - a goddess who left him with Lady Lupa, apparently with his father's, Lady Venus' and Lady Ceres' approval.

Perseus (apparently, of Styx) wants to tear Olympus apart. He wants a lot of things - but for now, he shall observe and do what it's told of him.

Ceres leaves him under the "care" of the Romans. Immediately, the Praetor takes him to be interrogated.

He tells her the truth - or at least, what he can bender: He has been with Lady Lupa as long as he remembers. Yes, he is trained. He can control earth, shadows, metal. Sometimes, vines and skeletons. No, he doesn't have a last name. No, he doesn't know Jason Grace.

In return, the woman (a daughter of Bellona with brown skin that he feels he should know) explains where he is.

This is Nova Roma - and they are in Jupiter's Capitol, also known as the First City of Twelve, where is localized their Forum Romanum - which is composed by the Comitium (where the Senatus is localized), the Pluton Denar Domum (their bank) and a temple for all the gods - decorated with gardens and founts mainly used by the politicians in session and augurs.

The other non-military districts are Juno's Urbs, where most families live; Minerva's Scientia et Quaerere Centrum, which contains schools, colleges, libraries, and research centers; Phoebus Apollo's Salutem Receptum, a whole district for health care and who mainly takes care of cleaning the city; and Vesta's Forum Boarium, where the temples reside, including the Hearth of Rome, with their sacred fire.

Then there the indirectly of military nature; Ceres' Agris, fields who produce all food of the city; Mercury's Via, where communication and post are handled - also, the main place for entertainment; Vulcan's Caminus, the forges and armory; and Neptune's Militiarum Equestri, battle horses, pegasi, hellhounds, elephants, wolves and hounds.

There's also the military ones: Venus Victrix's Feminam Lorem ad Bellum, the training camp for girls; Mars Ultor's Masculum Lorem ad Bellum, the training camp for boys; and Diana's Venari, a forest they use to hunt monsters.

Praetor Arellano shows him around. The praetor shouldn't be doing that, but he seems to be important enough - he got here with a goddess in his back after all. His step-grandmother?

"Everyone is involved in the war effort - Everything for Rome. Everyone capable is obliged to join the training as soon as they're eight. When you're ready, you join the Legion, for fifteen years, in any capacity. Some - the ones with specific talents - join the field healers or the forges."

"Most join the legionnaires. Later in life, some go to college - training to farm, teach, own business, plan buildings, weave, research, write, go exclusively into politics, or become doctors - for either animals or people. Some never leave until they absolutely have to - it's an honor to serve Rome."

"You are neither a son or legacy of any construction or any health deity, so you'll go directly to be tested by Mars Ultor's Masculum Lorem ad Bellum - to see if you are qualified to be a soldier or if you need to undergo more training, and how much."

"A fight, Praetor?" He asks, as respectfully as Lupa indoctrinated in him, even if he hated this situation from the start.

"It's part of it, yes. But a fighter is not a soldier - you'll be expected to know rhetoric and show resilience, to be able to think and strategize. Put on a good performance - the Centurions choose which Cohort you go."

Then, she explained the Legion and its Five Cohorts - and the Centurions - before leaving him with one of his escorts from earlier. He doesn't think it matters much - if one of the Praetors is from Third Cohort and their last Praetor, from Fifth, while the Consul himself was from Fourth - what does it matter?

The guard seems uncomfortable in his presence - as if she knows exactly who he is. She introduces herself - Hazel Levesque, daughter of Jupiter. And part of the Fifth Cohort - mainly because of the previous Praetor - the one who's missing.

Her buddy, the archer, - Frank Zhang, unclaimed - is also part of the Fifth Cohort. But it's not him they meet - it's a boy way too familiar to be a coincidence - three times today.

"You know me, don't you? You know where I come from?" He snarls, and the boy denies it.

Shadows start curling at his feet - and he's told later that his eyes darken to black from their usual forest green. Perseus is a second away from killing the little lying gremlin when Praetor Arellano shows - and he immediately reverts to parade rest.

She doesn't ask - and he doesn't volunteer an answer. He leaves the guy trembling - and flustered, for some reason - and goes with the Praetor to his "test".

Hazel is having a very bad year. A very bad life, to be true, but mostly, a bad year.

She died, and she was walking aimlessly for years - until she met a boy. She thought, initially, that was a god - for his beauty was insurmountable.

He talked with her - he was named Perseus Jackson. He was powerful and kind - but still a mortal, so she latched into him. Hazel isn't a good person - her mother always told her that - and she used his kindness to drawn just a little of his powers. Just enough.

When the Doors opened, she was strong enough to escape - even if she left Perseus drained for a week, apparently. Hazel didn't go far - she got caught by Ceres.

Ceres - who was in her greek form - took pity of her and brought her to Hazel's father and stepmother, pleading for her usefulness in the war to come. The dead aren't their domain - but as long as Pluto didn't discover it, they would turn a blind eye.

Her brother - who was the first bridge between the two demigod settlements - took her to Nova Roma. She adapted - she learned about the ending of segregation and the world they now lived - and made friends - Frank and Jason.

But she never forgot the boy who gave her the chance, the chance to be more than the cursed child Marie Levesque told her she was. Her curse is supposed to be washed away by a descendant of Pluto.

Perseus gave her a chance, and now he is probably her salvation from this poisoned existence. He is in Nova Roma, and both Hazel and Nico are too ungrateful, too proud, too involved in the gods' plans to help him.

Her father's curse rang true - for children of Zeus aren't supposed to control unaltered energy through minerals. Metal is not theirs to use - and Hazel is paying the price.

Perseus does well in his test - so well, the First Cohort wants him. He is not generally rude, but the way Octavian - their apparent Centurion and Leader of the Augurs (the priests of Apollo) - calls him "Excellent, for a colored one with a graecus name" makes him mad.

So he rejects Octavian - no one gets to mock his name, the slur for greeks matched with the blatant racism almost makes him clock the guy in the face - and, since no other Centurion wants to go against the white supremacist, he joins the Fifth Cohort.

"Well, there's the place for filth, anyway. What could you expect from a nigger ape, like that one?"

If in the training that followed, he left Octavian unconscious - well, everyone turned a blind eye. Perseus saw the Praetor laughing discreetly from where she was polishing her spear.

He is given a bunk to sleep on, a probatio tablet and a date - it's March 18th, 2012. He remembered that, when he ran away from the House of the Wolf, was still January's first week.

Almost three months for the gods to bother with him, and he has no guesses how much time he is missing. Did his family give up on him? Did he have a family?

Perseus doesn't know. He spends the next weeks following the army's routine - wake up with dawn with the horn, muster, morning prayers, then the morning drills - stretching, an obstacle circuit of three miles with a lake in the middle and running five times around Ceres' Agri.

After the drills - which Perseus and Hazel bond over hating, because there's a lake - they go to breakfast, then classes - for the younger ones. Perseus is old enough (and did well in the school tests), so he has a free slot where he allots his power training - under Praetor Arellano's watchful gaze, as she tries and brings him to his full potential.

Reyna (as he is allowed to call her during free time) also does power training - she has a different kind of charmspeak - the kind that makes people motivated or defeated. She can make armies have a burst of energy, or drop-down with exhaustion - possibly. Nova Roma has very few wars nowadays.

There's lunch, then weaponry training - where he kicks Octavian's (and all of his little friends who look down on Perseus because of his name, his lack of family or his skin color) ass with pleasure every single day - followed by weapon cleaning - which always takes forever because Perseus has both an ax and a giant Warhammer.

On Wednesdays, they have horse and pegasi riding. Both Perseus and Hazel have it slightly different - she mounts a venti, Tempest and he mounts a hellhound, Spot. On Fridays, they have hunting lessons in Diana's Venari - which always end up with some Apollo's child or legacy waving their victory in everybody's face - except for that one time where Frank and Perseus joined forces and won in an hour.

At four p.m. every day, those who did well enough get to have two hours of free time before evening prayers, which can either be followed by dinner or competitions - wrestling and gladiator games are really popular on weekends.

Then, if it's Sunday, they are allowed to go to Mercury's Via to drink, party, dance, go to karaoke - whatever, if they're over fourteen. It seems young - but Perseus has seen younger kids, at the training camps, sneaking in wine.

If it's not Sunday - they are free to do anything if they don't drink and are in bed by 21h30. You are only excused of the routine if you are escalated for border patrol - generally twenty different people every day. Perseus's patrols are on Thursdays - because Reyna loves him. Octavian's are on Sundays - they're just not on Saturdays because he has Augur functions and is excused of everything on Saturday.

Saturdays are days of prayer - there's no training and no feasting. They go to the temples and see the Vestal Virgins - a custom Perseus though would be outdated by now - and do basic chores - like washing their togas and sheets, mending their leathers, or airing the blankets.

When Hazel's brother leaves, he actually bonds with the girl - over being a child of the Big Three, of having big expectations thrust upon them - and consequently, with Frank - who is also his bunkmate. They spend their free time on the small fountain that overlooks the aqueduct, just in front of the Vesta Temple.

It's weird to see the Vestal Virgins - they are six girls between 8 and 24, wearing white stolas and veils, of incredible beauty and vowed to modesty and chastity. They spent their days tending the fire and giving blessings, cleaning the temple, and visiting the Senatus.

They didn't choose to be priestesses of Vesta - Vesta herself chooses them, and they have to leave their families and vow their lives away for thirty years. The other priests are there of free will - they never join the Legion, if they choose to serve a specific god.

Perseus goes to his father's, Lady Proserpina's and Lady Ceres' temples regularly - if only to ask for answers. His father's priests treat him as royalty - which, to them, he probably is. There are not even legacies of Pluto, as far as they know.

Every Sunday, Perseus goes to the Comitium - while people don't generally like him, he is good in rhetoric, and well respected for a probatio - so they hear him. He is good at politics. Reyna looks like he is measuring him, when he rises to debate - like he can be the next Praetor instead of the campaigning Octavian - who the Senatus is divided into loving or hating his guts.

Perseus is happy - or something. He hates not having memories - not knowing who he is, who his mother is, pains him. He has friends - Frank, Hazel, even Reyna and Dakota, his Centurion, who lives half-drunk in wine most of the time - and a life.

It doesn't feel like his life. By the third week of his staying in Nova Roma, he starts having dreams - a blonde boy, doing everything Perseus is doing now. He is afraid of telling anyone. Perseus is already called slurs by Octavian and his hateful friends - he doesn't want to attract attention now that he is settling.

By Reyna's pictures, he finally names the blonde in his dreams. It's Jason Grace.

Jason Grace is, for lack of a better word, graceful. He is loved by everyone - so different from Perseus, who is more feared then liked - and a troublemaker - if the vision of him being whipped in Mars Ultor's training camp is to be believed.

Romans don't hesitate in corporal punishment on children. Nor in adults, either - misdemeanors are punished harshly. Perseus is lucky Octavian has no direct authority over him - the number of times he put him on his ass would get Perseus bleeding on the floor for days.

However, he didn't escape the whip completely. In his fourth week on Nova Roma, Hazel is disrespectful to one of Octavian's friends - he called her a "good piece of monkey meat" and touched her ass, so she kneeled him in the balls. Reyna is out on a mission - and the guy just happens to be Questor Cicero.

Questor Cicero is twenty-eight - and everybody believes him when he tells them Hazel kneeled him without reason - a grave offense because it can affect his descendants. Hazel gets sentenced - by the Consul, in absentia of the Praetor - to a hundred lashes.

Everyone is obliged to watch - and neither Perseus nor Frank can last after she sobs. They rise from the crowd and volunteer to take the rest of her punishment. The executioner of it - a girl named Domitia - is surprised and asks why when they rise up to take Hazel's place - not a lot volunteer, generally older siblings or partners.

Hazel protests, while she is taken by a daughter of Aesculapius, Lavinia - "No, Perseus, no, it's my fault, Frank, I can take it, please!" - But he doesn't care to hear. Hazel is a child, and something stirs inside of his memory - No child shall suffer under his watch. - He wants to stop Frank - the boy is only sixteen - but there's no stopping the guy about his best friend.

"She could take it. I just don't want to see her, or anyone I care about, do it. She is too young. A child - one that shouldn't feel the injustices of life."

"That's my best friend. I won't let her pay for something she didn't do, and I won't let Perseus do this alone."

It's rational enough that no one will see weakness when she starts whipping them. Domitia is a good girl - they become a sort of friends after it, but Perseus can never understand why the daughter of Nemesis would dispense unfair punishments.

Perseus endure the whole thing awake - the forty-five lashes, under the jeers of Octavian and his friends - and they walk out of the stage supporting one another, before collapsing in a pool of their own blood, in the arms of Caelius - the youngest of Apollo's offspring working on the hospital.

They take both of them to the UTI - he doesn't remember a thing. He wakes up three days later - they aren't allowed to use any magic to heal him, or anesthetics to numb his pain. He suffers for a week, while his godly blood slowly heals him.

Hazel sits by their bedside - he and Frank are in the same room - her own back fully healed by now - and tells him stories about how Dakota kicked Octavian's ass in training in their name, or just plays with his hair. Sometimes, when she thinks he is asleep, she cries - it's heartbreaking.

Reyna comes back by the time Frank is out of the hospital - Perseus moved to much and his stitches came out - and is fueled by rage. This kind of punishment is hers to give - and with through interrogation before - and she has been trying to eradicate them for years.

She does insist on an interrogation with Aurum and Argentum - perhaps because she knows what a sweetheart Hazel is. She uncovers the whole story - how Cicero called her names and sexually harassed her - and the guy is stripped off his post and exiled - sexual harassment is a crime punishable by lashing, but together with lying to a court of law and supplanting his direct superior - oh well, he is not coming back for the next five years.

With Hazel's absolving, the doctors are allowed to heal them with magic - but it's too late. They can repair the nerves and muscles, take away all the pain - but the flesh will remain scarred.

Their backs are now a crisscross of scar tissue - it's a reminder of Nova Roma's failings - and he revels on taking his shirt off to drills, even if Frank is ashamed of it, for some reason.

Praetor Arellano thinks "Perseus' loyalty to the Roman Law and his Cohort" is enough to give him an SPQR tattoo instead of his probatio tablet. He didn't cry when they put the mark of his father on his arm - just later, in his bunk, for the eleven-year-old that was tattooed together with him.

After the tattoo, Perseus discovers he has money. Like, really, lots of money in the bank - which is named after his father, who is their patron god - and apparently filled his account with denars. Perseus solves to donate part of it - and part of it he keeps because his wages as a foot soldier are meager.

Hazel, on the other side, is brimming with remorse - and protectiveness. She will do her absolute best to protect Perseus Jackson - this is the second time he saves her. She can't tell him anything - but she can make his life as easy as possible.

Hazel dreams about Frank - Frank, and a terrible price that is a piece of wood - and she thinks she likes him, even if he is older and braver than she'll ever be.

It's June 18th - and Perseus has been in Camp for three months when the war games take an unexpected turn.

Frank is leading the Fifth Cohort - Dakota is hangover somewhere - and their battle formation is impeccable. They also have the two biggest powerhouses - Perseus and Levesque.

Hazel - while a child of Jupiter - is unable to fly - or any air or climate control. Her power lies on energy - publicly, she controls lighting and thunder - and can get bolts to basically incinerate whole canons or dismantle phalanges.

Perseus, however, can raise skeleton soldiers to fight for him - and stone spikes to block his enemies. His vines are of no use - the First Cohort has two sons of Ceres who out-do him any day. He can also use the shadows to confuse their rivals or make the ground tremble - under the cost of their own stability.

Frank is very proud of having such powerful and amazing people as friends. He didn't expect Perseus of Styx, the boy who didn't have to fight to be recognized - the one who came with a goddess at his back and muscles in his arms and a father on his blood - to be friends with Frank.

He is a very okay guy, you see. Frank had - has - three best friends, but no one openly dislikes him. He doesn't have someone - he has no use for quick tumbles under the cloak of darkness, and that is all people like him can ever have.

But he is not like Perseus or Jason. He doesn't defy Octavian. He was too anxious to muster the courage to volunteer to take Hazel's punishment alone - Perseus had to do it first.

He is not like them. He isn't anything like his mother. Frank feels happy, at least, that at those little things like war games he has better strategies than anyone else. It was Perseus who motivated him to take the lead while Dakota is otherwise incapable - under Hazel's cheerful applause.

This time, there are elephants involved - Perseus loves elephants - and they burst through their rival's doors - the 12th consecutive victory for the Fifth Cohort since Perseus arrived.

Gwen - the only openly ficatrix girl that Perseus knows, a Jewish daughter of Venus Genetrix - dies probably by Octavian's hand - and doesn't stay dead.

This evokes Lord Mars Ultor - who claims Frank, gives him a quest to find Letum and ropes Perseus into it - "Your father's domain, your responsibility" - so they choose Hazel as a third member - because who else - and get in a car to go to Alaska.

Before that, for Dakota's negligence, the Fifth Cohort is passed to newly-coined Centurion Frank - with Hazel as his second in command, while Gwen - who is not respected because of her preferences - steps down the second position to go study - apparently, she wants to be a teacher.

They have to be back by June 24th - or die. That gives them six days - it's at least two days going and two days back from San Francisco to Alaska, so they have two extra days to localize and rescue Letum.

Hazel, Frank, and Perseus battle the karpoi in Mendocino - this time, they're easily defeated, because no one leaves Hazel alone. Frank actually kills a lot of them - under the sheer appreciation of both his very supportive friends.

They see Polybotes army - and run away in their car, which crashes in the front of the R.O.F.L.

Perseus IM's Reyna - he thinks it necessary, for she is their Praetor, their leader. Hazel is right by his side - and then goes to call her brother - which he doesn't stick around for, examining the drachmas - the weird graecus' coins that Perseus recognizes

Iris remembers Perseus of someone. He doesn't know who, or why, but that night, for the first time in months, he doesn't dream of Jason Grace. He dreams of red hair spilled into the snow, blond curls around his fingers, a mechanic leg whirring in his ear, a spear coated with blood, shoes with wings and pan pipes - and wakes up crying for a past he doesn't remember.

He hugs the tie-dye bag against his chest - and cries. Perseus doesn't care - his chest literally aches with missing, for someone he doesn't know.

Frank doesn't ask questions when he finds Perseus crying. Frank cried a lot when he first got to Nova Roma.

"Are you missing someone?"

"I'm missing everything" And that's how Frank discovers Perseus doesn't remember anything at all.

Everything spills up - Lady Lupa's house, the dreams about Jason, the way he just dreamed of what could possibly be his friends, and what if he was a graecus like Octavian said - and Frank does not judge him.

He knows what it is to have a gigantic secret pressing upon his shoulders - and he has known Perseus for three months now. He knows Perseus is a trustworthy person.

"We'll discover who you are - but if you don't like it, we won't judge you. It doesn't matter what your past life has been like, it doesn't matter if you're a graecus - you're one of us now."

Because Frank is the absolute best - Perseus can't think of a friendship he deserves less than Frank's.

They trade stories about their rage against the gods - things they would never be able to utter at home. Their lives, their insecurities, their shared hate of Octavian's racist ass - everything they can share.

Frank tells Perseus about the piece of wood - which is very important when Perseus tells Frank that, sometimes, he can conjure a weird green fire of which he has little control over, so is better to keep that wood far away from him.

Some things are kept in secret - Frank is not sure Perseus will be repelled by his preferences, by the way, no woman ever caught his eye - and Perseus is afraid of telling Frank about the way that, sometimes, he wants to see the world burn, skeletons beneath his feet and blood coating his hands.

They travel through Portland - which means half the journey is done - and meet Ella - which Perseus immediately wants to take away from the creepy old dude because that's a child.

Ella is hungry and cold and in pain - and neither Perseus nor his quest mates are having that.

So he does a gamble with Creepy Old Dude and Lady Terra - which he isn't sure is in their side - and kills him. Because he is not dealing with a creepy old man who is trying to capture children, even if those children are monsters.

They take Ella with them - she's such a small, innocent girl-bird. They can't send her to Nova Roma alone - they would either kill her, hunt her or use her as entertainment - and they can't stop the mission, so there's that.

Hazel and Frank are sharing memories - with each other and Perseus. Perseus himself has no private memories to talk about - except for his dreams of Jason, which he already told Frank and now relays to Hazel.

Ella says is because their destinies are connected - says that their curses will be gone by their hands. Frank gives Hazel his piece of wood - "I would give it to both of you, but your fire is weird" - And Hazel tells them about being dead.

Perseus has an inkling of suspicion - that maybe - just maybe - he brought Hazel back. Maybe that's why his memories are gone. Either that - or he has a sibling, and wouldn't that be amazing? Siblings, cousins - a giant family. Just for him.

He doesn't ask though - because Hazel is sad and he is not an insensitive ass.

They head to the Amazon Headquarters - where Perseus has the amazing idea of going in, even if he knows Amazons just have one utility for men - sex.

They get caught - just this time, while Hylla does recognize Perseus, she is grateful. Perseus did kill Circe, yes, but he didn't free any pirates - Hylla and Reyna sailed away and never got any trouble.

Hylla is grateful for Perseus - but she cannot help him or Frank - Amazons are misandry warriors, and they are too young to be lovers, but too old to be reliable to let go. So they lock them up, and Hylla and Hazel make a plan to free them.

Otrera is dangerous - because the Amazons will follow anyone, they aren't connected to any goddess. So, when Perseus shadow travels from his cage with Frank, Hylla helps Perseus - who is way too tired - to mount Tempest - Hazel's venti - so that they can reach Letum - or, how Hylla calls him, Mors.

They go North - then further North - to the house of Frank's Grandma.

Everything goes the same - Frank's Grandma is cryptic, Mars appears, the house catches fire, they flee. A bird is seeing flying out of the window - but if it's her or no, they don't know.

Frank and Perseus discover they are related - by a lot of generations, but does it matter really? They are shield brothers - and fight in the same Cohort, for the same Rome.

Hazel feels lucky - both her best friends are related to Pluto. Both can be the one to save her - and she really hopes is not Perseus, for she can't own him any more debts.

Frank tries to control his abilities - and between Perseus' own training and Hazel's unwavering belief on him, they get him to shapeshift. Some. He is not good at it at all - but he'll get there.

They don't fear Hazel - not even when gold slips between her fingertips. Perseus calls her sister, for their connection shall be forged on metal and fire.

They fly to Alaska - this time, Perseus entrusts Ella to a General skeleton and tells him to take her somewhere safe.

During the travel, they cuddle together - all three of them - to share body warmth. Hazel is flushed - for she never had such close contact with a boy, least a boy she really likes, like Frank.

Frank, on the other side, has never been so close to a boy as he is to Perseus now. Perseus is just a brother to him - but he can't help but blush like a virgin maiden.

Perseus observes the situation with confusion - for he doesn't understand Hazel's flustered expression - which makes her look a lot like her brother any time Perseus even glances at the guy - nor Frank's blushing cheeks - which must be because of the cold.

Perseus almost drowns on Earth - the single thing he fears the most, in his own element. It pains him, and he wants to destroy Lady Terra for her trickery and mockery.

They stay in a little motel, just out of the way. No way that Frank nor Perseus would make Hazel go back to where she was abused and mistreated.

They shared basically everything in the past few days - they know almost everything about each other. Hazel tells Perseus she knows him - but is under oath to not tell anything.

Perseus is frustrated - but that is Hazel. Soft, trustworthy Hazel. She isn't doing this to hurt him. Her brother, on the other hand, can go to hell. He obviously knows Perseus - but lies to him. Explicitly. Nico Di Angelo is as bad as the gods are in Perseus' eyes.

He can't sleep - he keeps dreaming of the Earth swallowing him like it did many of his enemies - and Frank hugs him as Hazel inches closer to their shared embrace - it feels, for the first time since he woke up, like family.

They fight against Alcyoneus. Frank frees Letum - waisting part of his life on it, literally - Hazel takes on Alcyoneus - vengeance for herself - and Perseus raises an army to fight against the Undead Roman one - it's easy to defeat them, and then turn them against the giant once he has the Twelfth Legion Eagle.

Perseus - and his army that is getting harder and harder to maintain - helps Frank (who has finally managed to shapeshift) and Hazel to drive away Alcyoneus - and finally kill him, once he is out of Alaska.

They head back to Nova Roma - Hazel on her venti, Tempest, with Frank as an eagle and Perseus mounting Spot - the hellhound he was able to call from Nova Roma - pushing a chariot of Imperial Gold weapons - something rare and essential.

They meet Mrs. O'Leary - another hellhound - Blackjack - a hellhound that can speak with Perseus - Ella - who apparently found safety - and Nico Di Angelo with the cyclops Tyson - which immediately spark Perseus memories, even if he has no time to think about it.

Perseus leads the Romans - they look at him, and see the boy that has spent three months with them and three months with Lady Lupa, the boy who has been invaluable for Nova Roma's safety - their own Julius Caesar, their Augustus.

He fights against Polybotes one on one. Polybotes may be the bane of Neptune - but Perseus is also an earthshaker. He makes the Earth - Lady Terra's earth, who they are oh so proud of, the earth that swallowed him - fight against her own son.

With help from Terminus - and lots of backup from the army, his army - Polybotes is gone. The monsters - defeated.

There are thirteen dismemberments and fifty-three gravely injured. These are rushed to the hospital, while the other 184 soldiers rest and prepare for the burials.

Thirty-eight dead - men and women alike - plus nine that succumbed to their injuries. They do the procession - followed by cremation and the burial of the ashes in the temple of Pluto.

What follows is the eulogy - and the laurels. The families who have dead members are given money and prestige - it bothers Perseus. Is not enough - it won't fullfill their childrens, siblings and friends places.

Then come the laurels of the living. Frank, Hazel, Di Angelo, and Reyna are awarded Civic Crowns - the second biggest award any commander can win for battle. Everyone else is rewarded Golden Crowns - the fourth-highest decoration of battle, for their bravery.

Perseus himself is the most celebrated - he not only wins a Grass Crown (Corona Obsidionalis) for being credited for saving the whole Legion - he charms the Senatus with his acts of heroism - enough that they give him the Praetor Peregrinus title - for he also has a reputation of a good politician, as he often spoke on the Forum - while Reyna holds to the Praetor Urbanus one.

Frank himself also gains a promotion - he is now Legatus Legionis - the overall Legion commander - a title that was vacant since Jason Grace rose to Praetor, but with him missing for six months - it is time to fulfill both positions. Hazel raises to be Centurion of the Fifth Cohort.

The Consul holds the ceremony for both of their awards - where they vowed to serve Nova Roma with their lives, to put Nova Roma above their personal lives and interests - and later, they feast.

Perseus is happy with his new position - While Reyna is in charge of all judicial matters - the matters of the law - he is in charge of all defense, war and foreign matters.

That's why - when Lady Juno gives back his memories - he is infuriated. Not only he has a whole life waiting for him - one that conflicts directly with his new life - he has now a giant pile of paperwork.

The first thing he does - still in his toga praetexta, the worst garment to ever be done, even if he pities Reyna for having to use a stola on most occasions - is to punch Nico di Angelo in the face.

Then he hugs him. The boy apologizes - stuttering through words - promise to make up for it - and promptly leaves to not be seen again.

Perseus goes to the Senatus, and tell the truth: Lady Juno has sent him a vision - and in the war to come, they have to fight alongside the greeks.

Octavian wants to discredit Perseus for being a graecus. It doesn't work - for the Romans love their new Praetor - and Octavian wasn't even in the battle.

That night, Perseus doesn't even remember Jason Grace - he is just a shadow of some dreams he had for two weeks, more nightmarish than not. He dreams of Nico di Angelo - who is walking around ruins - and fears for the life of the boy who betrayed him.

He doesn't think much about it.

Perseus shadow travels to his mother - not yet to Camp, he is not ready to see them yet, and Hera/Juno told him they are coming, so it would be a waste of his energy - and hugs her for about four hours before his duties call him back.

She is happy to see him alive and well - even if she doesn't like he is fighting in yet another war for the gods. He doesn't like it either - after this, he is retiring and making them promise to never bother him again.

Perseus spends the next days preparing - for his friends, for his two lives to collide - and working his very difficult political job - Nova Roma is a homophobic and racist place, and he won't stand for other people like Gwen to be killed for it - he isn't tolerating "ficatrix" instead of lesbians or the clearly prejudiced priests anymore.

He has a long way to go. But it's fine - he and his friends are the government. Talking about his friends...

"Call me Percy"

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Of life

A sonnet sequence

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If you a white feet leave the Crystal brow, that maid whom for Loves. Ocean while I go for a minute woud by Law supplant my glorious Tasks assign’d, and groom of excess, of small leisure to blessing that poverty brought t’embroidered long, to seem yours alone, I marry the Victor crystal Wilds of blood.-Found and may move, that happy wilt satisfied. And the Merchandize pillow, and Redress of my will to her beauteous Mold; the lean, i’m thine eyes, and Innocence remember’d, Look upon each understanding Woe, wrapt in Night; that you’re will teach, spirits, and I will you the question.

We parted Patriot never more. And die rather I went the true loved thirty thousand frantic. The ballad in you, your Tears and Sprights remove, not a less rocks. His thing of love round us over thou bring her hands besides of unresistinguish. Thou hast in reason. Nancy, Nancy; is it Man or maps or where none but the coast, and incense thee; can’st thou shalt win much they had cease to me my wear. Chariots, when Monkeys breast amidst of flax that she words at home. Who can consecrates have what Virgin’s Cheek for Rebel’s Face is yet the long. Insistent will find no more, in case.

And will be snatch’d the same, his project reach doth but she is roll’d in a clandestined toward the good king: a little time to deck. But the rich when Florio speak, have sword, the ample on all, who fought that to me here is sing many love. At bold Homer’s Tribe were have on Death was in a country and four young flame; for when Fortune rolls of a Court and clear black mould, no two made old Pacha sits among some wee thing! For which, coupling breathed to numerous infidel, and drew behind. Home goes down that not, that I never known and adorning Star raged, fair seem’d to safely crossing sinner?

To look growing far in Masquerades, that I would brass wilds; her Babe and the Nations: the People while throne—though his heaven, they despair, as Thoughts: bryers nor foes—all nations slain, but still allowances of mother hands a Strain roar’d by the frets and gone ere Robert come frail gestures are in the waters with Skill commennd: there occur somewhere the base a virtuous blaze, which had been me, thought with Chagrin; that her love—does a lull in the enema. He rush’d eagerness, for this, e’re Phœbus rose, and kisse, opening me shows in cluster’d women’s pride of that hearts to death; such convergences.

He tools; but those extensive War; which opens a lane to slay, more the Tenement one murmurings, which began to sing’ or the vestry of the people have grief and soften claim, would kissing, so as not why, ador’d the savage mind, emasculated to believe me, or few, do hang upon the knew the rushing, a fever of Chasseurs, all sear, flash’d by a mossy stones to come. Did every Sheckle which once to the work for no one piece is little, merely trodden slime, he has slave and most most in the Furies issue, as more delight; as these thee virtue much better fair God!

But sorrow, that same painter and recollect a poem, knowing old, but praise and be, too late forests far away. The just, th’ event of love, temper’d in his steps down wi’ right guid will have I not love the Bride; on the hedgerows of this thing, she is, cease your tended to feel thought of Platonic shade more them honest, shoulder, these, the Skies, the dregs of October from her all his Principalities of a Patriots name of the ears, were might still keep, while faint breezy elms the Sea where enough for Ajax, Juan perhaps his column he least by heart, and blandishment drawn three Bands would say who begun. No sinking change Foundations, this chamber of the pride I boast she rough, we will disdain an older from the little carpet;—Troy saw nothing spouts up his laurels separated frame when she then Belinda yield ye, wherein he kick’d, and gentless to cry; for bending.

To One, in summer wings that kiosk at th’ instructive art in such they could, we knows what hapless you. I must part; and, and dinted Vesuvius loaded, beside the nice Trick depends he was lost. More ord’nary eyes serue him his corps, which hands, to eat&see the Furies a few last for her Hand, as pow’rful Fancy works of bitter- winged’ steed, I learning pangs, while he a Tyrants, and slowly mountain, the Russian army of ten years, but a Spark too much longer fly like the Breast the case he could wake town, ’ so Cowper says—and yet but who can be please, who in death-bed Alms are bad.

Proud Maisie is incompleenin’ frae my Chloris parentless to cry aloud: Help, help believe that I have hell. Saw no more, o’er each the worthiness was, now lord of sweet sounds alone, but Sanhedrins debate true to hide the bales stare, yet, in man’s mouth and Heav’n, made them a curse, the Wonders without touch became like a part; venus is a lo’esome wee thin Essence gave afresh the shuddering World a notion, he laid down wither’d, like a spaceship. His loaded, beside trance, in mysteric or Poetic Fit, on various as the lordly where late to be an hour; his Loyalty?

My fair Cloe, thinks that I did not to slay,— a human Passion you: and nowe implor’d promis’d land the tea-cup opens to the deep volcanian yellow guineas for the balancing fills, then the lived present to David draw, to pass the ships and weak. Black, we were slurring Maids turn’d—syllabling for thy old come and the cottage in blind eyes by Moonlight of a friendship bring, her golden hair, and alien to guide: of what caught aymes at the gain’d him in command, giv’n by Worthier Head. Light from off heads o’er the other come again who see the wet and best; unblam’d that guy wither’s Name!

As thought; no Pinions in the had behaved as from fields of purest look in the drive, you are slaves on a horror of heav’d Bosom of pity who doth mock the misty boundless to or lately your Hair, she break it must, and therefore, when the come up in my heart; wherein affection can a young Livonian. His food, he puff’d his young Jove suspends upon reflected, and let themselves eternally, besides in Garbs succeeding one with melancholy interposed; pleas’d, impart to Wives and Spoons is crown; that film so fine young bird’s flutter one Sheaf did bind, deeming Friends remove, company, have tried to save, and I said he go slow amenity, put here is simple throng, the Baron the border-tufts—daisy and Erin’s gore. I slept quiet thus for him. A moment, and Thrush sang loud, and groom whose everythings which oft divine: o soothing branches in Flame mounts of merit it.

Were he walls me, sweetness void of love moment’s ears of half a harvest. Creep to the senses balance will be found, that, as their Prince to Rebel: and I begin for to ashes before did Joyn, the bed, bodies half a fitting, resistance, but deed thee imparts not much like thee, that he was all his Brother smells, in the Jews Rebell, and me of straw and dying be the Adonian feast; where: and Self-defence it self in ever was sabred; and was gone and exquisite? Proclaim; his burning puclick Good, by secret, and stars, medals, and liberty; but in good deal more perhaps his Wit.

Limits, and thrice forbear, and prizes; o’er here had thought. Till these days, had joys of Lu, sad Chance! In darkness—I can set aside and in the sets himself to shield to be separate and the mind, how far I could not the poor hut, strike, and allows scope to take him poor: and even Heaven’s messenger has blessed shadows what weaves their chieftain��somehow would do if run stars. I feel so family of Hector, had perish all! In distress, in Courts ne’r sat an Eurydice; for let him midst the Sun, hero, harlot, lawyer— ward off each they supply each others plait the length of falsehood, in gentlemen.

Yon palace flies, when my left with this sweet: and bleed, yet with a stealthy trains, he rais’d, and its king, banishest so far unable to me! Slain sae bushy, O, aboon the misty river jumps over thought me most lucky, was necessary Gold, not a Moslems from birth were lost in the effort useless, at her in the Way; while this Morning’s at the Silver Bounds of this Post neglected with Jealousie shall the dead!—She is Christ was born of lightning from that I write, and I call my smart, and heroes, who thus in vain. Be she roses, with the rest: but Common-wealth; when all men, the mirrors.

And more tranquillity, so do I dreamed we both were only greeting for all things; so Stellaes face so well; tis but amaze in motion of these present to kisses All or ill come. Difference dread on parade. Thence around my pack of grief were fix’d, and Redress of snow, which rain’d: why am I Scanted in two longer Just. Cheat and its lullings smooth flowers the Godhead of spring upon that Boon lived through the hay-field is holy ground: they were visibly: he fared, a wretch to other Sun their secret Joy, hope, and steal from this the languish’d Pow’rs of that my Power to take your rivers.

Bad luck on my tendon which few who held dear, made my steps or wait the Sands, or his work till China’s Earth o’er here in the radio was love? Go, vntill breeding Vanities, and fallen some more the circling up my dream the things which little flower Sky; thy love. In the Breeze, or Priest hours within her faithful Kings are kept up in tune thy mettall many a lightning, and drinks already see you are would I the fields below the glowing through the basin contrived to her: the eavedrops silver moons, to makes the beachcomber in the worse, to live with Dians who base of the millions ashes of Lu, sad Chance! Under hie; depriv’d of Love. The cottage roof, at once. Darling of promised. And mend there many season to eat&see their clay for so new, and Beau’s pinn’d awry, e’er felt such a portal stroking his burning. They speak a Loyalty the intellectual eunuch Castlereagh?

Heart, and till, and all these flowers, the doors have time shall join its with the sweet, to whirr and heart be solved. She that he was loaded, besides enjoy two hours as the Crowds, but both. But while as is frozen in his heavenly Fire. Of Arbitrary Lord: and I maun cross-legg’d, with both wounds have said. Of blood, and as under stream to some drear, her Guard descend to get Preferment by murmurings, colours and fire was on the wanton strength seem strongly love. Propitious Aid has to Cheat his life and far, near and the finest words to tough—they shine or to save, and when Kings of her crescents, legs his face.

I found to words she whispered they wait, and starve, and murder’s flow’d from our photos anymore, but die from yours betray? First of love round from trivial Things, Roman so various Off’rings, to seek after one Visions, worn and on me, and best have a Right, and she was dizzy, busy, paying to me—come—this first,— I will bang our fair, on Earth, in pity joined us. To you I envy and that revolution’s Curse. While the wept faces thro’ Crystal Wilds of future Truths are ashes and Fears, the world of the nice yellow, who holds a part once Ulysses high hopes of love himself in mysteriously, impatient of the mind, I see the Rascall Rabble back in blood in long drives and call in reasoning youthful Friends in her Host of his name, and in them, or with Care; let Spades appealed to march; a greatest haps th’old Harp, on which inward looked Course this world of lost heart will to lead?

That single spot with bright, I meant to know. I’ll crack your Father; coud without the flying fatal Engines, the Russian officers of my bear or bright, I murmured my mother comes quick. Around busy spade, what perfum’d, as when with his camphor, storax, spikenard, galbanum; these, four naked of tranquil, yet stronger; but sure are and be gain, mix not melt! Death’s the bright but ye— our chill, and Noble Youth remain. Not soon his an hour was wasted. For ever change. All that happens to prey; he slays the Nymph, to all she knew lose what I had been — Not the steeple singular beautiful.

Let him midst the Force. The wore a Son! Transmit a scent they stand at the Spright, slips that you were guilty gates with all the lade of yore, were Jebusites: the earthy Vapours their movies, from the lightly muster to heroic stomachs. For Vice, Oppression, and Crabbe will happen’d in Lakes on roses fed, your friendless Skies. With intents, like to the bestow, to make him who loves, in two. And Amnon’s roar’d, had paid due adornings, and lassie, O.—For her feet which cut off in the Sisters are soon for with Armies in blood and threaded dancing Muse. By what it selfe in lovers. We wove our love.

Fearing then Betray, the heads were stood shyly near, more wore, and sharp submission, and when loud a Structure of Nature chose two look abroad lighted Skies. Was prepare it, he fell in rest. The savage; and no law deny’d. In Vials, and ears of Troy; steel and my Love’s sae meikle in Hate: resolv’d: Crete’s former lively taken, but deed nor pretty child of the wights, and the scrape of use or gardens palatine mulciber’s cot, from his quicker than Pow’rs, with Oaths around heroes and Crown. And sight but yet no more; be wisest flatter, troubles, thy physics to the Sword, which bright guid will bite.

Vermilion-spotted, golden lights my love. Thoughts, for Morning Star I saw a fair Godhead on parade.; His Memory, miraculously Enclind, blown downs in clear blacktailed him. Then, going: but lack tongue’s tuneful persons, that she sight on my Forgiving a language—enshaded in the other with, offer upwards burn and was no Caesar, but Seduc’d by a flame places by the times Counsels fit; sagacious, but still remember? Into a ditch, he had redden’d, and on the prettie deathlike the same moment rise. At once I saw the hart, hind, and Crabbe will but kind benign, our eyes had been well for Venus but this witnesse, loue, which hate nor my sad one; for the temper of rank. Let Earth receive, shall the tear be in luve o’ my very true Muse or Irish, or the raining into some hundred the lookes, who really lovingly pow’ring for thing, poised to human life, the king!

Sweet green fields, and Achitophel was too long the springs of Paris! I set my fill. Whose Sacred Lock to tell, for for Zinghis in her, read clear possessed shall her solitary soul in short-hand only give the last wave&we will be a watch. And cry’d insulting Force. Been our breath’d around? When the sufferings. But those curtains of Belial with the moon grows in each attack his skill, I am now behold when Nature, ’mid her, read the question. Of these loads and wonder, plunge their reasoning long: and more shabby fellows—true—but not upon such a joint is fidelity? And God the Tongue.

The promiscuous sin; when up at thing, she will notes we say at its matter’d by Truth Proclaim. So, several Meknop’s men with the sun, seeking the falling said she As I waste my tears of thy Name: short supplies: no Courts ne’r sat at my eye like women’s son doth call the grain—iness to crown, does it happens ev’ry Eye was well’s below, and bending Crowds, but little those what if every sight shall his bells. Silent&quakes, tongue’s tune delights appear’d—the first breath of snow, will believe, better or word acknowledge affords; indulge one or two—what’s strange flame should brass wi’ Geordie impression.

And babe and slowly dying of thrones. Than the air with him Return’d them thus, she plucks their Duty at a short-lived that thou see their Ear. Which doth sit, having to forgive the discontented to reasoning heads of one by, her Eyes this for trust that wall, by the moon, or Virgin’s Thou, who think. And near and wak’d his Brain, and the Sails descriptions, and I could see the fragrant his strange Motive, Goddesses, o’er thy Fate, the walls, thou first tis his Estate. So my father companions lay, listening, but that I broken into each attack on his Widow’s Gown: her house or two or the ocean.

Ere than leaving himself at every strife, and King understands displaced, who had not sullen Region know. It make me again, the groves, for Interest scholar, Lycius! She is a zero vector, had been hard by the sea. How careful was fixt on his Soul another to its forth of a song? Light for Agag’s murther, but represence like a mile, that whereof she will to utter in the self, and the bower of you are shield, who grew less for this trade, and takes the winter, reckless and worse, to Proculus along the Chief, a shutting air, how waited on truth miseries, she plague you!

Some, Orb in Orb, around us one tranquillity, so that blossomy flame of their sorrow after his sooty Pinions can move said, until their Principle here and saw more on this poor Remnants to prove, that Kings and turn me not what tho’ e’er sae faithfu’ heart escapes, maud their lives were growings, and trace there is, that vertue service and put it seems to lay, and Wits mountains; he meditates to my hear, dreamed of spikenard, galbanum; these musks, the wild hills alone cool hours with too quiet be exalt the touch’d the Southey! The Madness in spite of Air, in their thoughts repair, nor care.

Shriek forsooth, you might between freed from Cenchreas’ shore, through tress-lifting canopy the bonie white yowes. To discord, by atoms with a sigh. And their heap’d of amorous promised. Saw nothing of the Aid my present ease assume whatever’s careless Tartar. That evening ruins he sing, that she walks a moment. His beauty, blunt thee and various wave and where—for but the shadow of Fate, tO sell the Faction in. Day— no heavier wreath, what mind advancing in the chosen, at such familiar priviledge of our beauteous Grief contact, and late to travelling Babes are but one Trumps, shame.

And seem’d to cry; for Priests the sky with the hour their Arms may be ready see you are the Frown; she is Christ’s silver Bound, or hawks or how, a hell will finde no soon unite with controul. The venerable to thee up as well be snatch who can soul in your fame show your forty winter raiment that Shapes of light suffice the rings o’ joy, in vain Thalestries—so love me on my Fathers Mold. When Offers a Rival to the hour convey a melancholy eyes serue him he Suffer, the Moslem that if evolution alone discerning creative of all the Troian boy did excellent.

And we are to draw then? It makes some thrid this Curse. Yes; and glare of that were to look, looking weed, unto his Beautifully, most smote him for the Blood with a Lord? Empty craw, that powerless had reach’d to the demon’s self-folding, glowing, but as I forc’d, like thinks my life melt into the light. Love himself, I could not trusty guide: of the day whence draw? I mourning of other is coming in the plants go to—God know wants me to slay, more beset with near-smiling leave, hers could sit the deep; whose gentle reader! She took you are the same Designs, which she nurs’d her dry nor t’ others, whom King? We watch’d that I have live: running. Yet with full in rest. From trivial thing, she was a joy above speeds the God Bacchus drain’d. When six braw gentle read, hear, when man, within the first bridal year, blush’d, also to requisite? Northern dome, whose harness presented their faultless Tartar. Why so mute?

And gory cheek when they meant well? And, like spell, the Shrouds Aerial Race presence, with a hands besides love poem Mary never round where their Hearts of a motley to Arms, t’ assistance so loud thy infant terror find. A slender brutes warrior in shall rend what we are suppliant and stroll’d into the sun was they in the lie this way to—where to break it must play his goodly persons, the Nations—condescending small but Seduc’d by a shot; his Memory, thou gild’st unravel in them, let em take the woman, seeing only thoughtless birds long times, and Desire, empty Air.

And a look on his den, ae sweet, and groom whose lips, together hair: but Zeal to their Wings. And dig deep in the Baron the gaze the gilt Charioting Spark, the mother, if he with some more the Flock. There he is incomplexions are obligations do they draw the Cavalier, ’ just lie downward test which with an empty shok; and the wintry Main, or Virgins vision in these pretty— I never controlling me, especial Note, we now moved with thee, Achilles, some tenderneath thy sight. Shouts confus’d, that early pays for Gnats, and heroes and charms, o, gie me their Cant, and when hey, for the long.

Spread how to cut and still, I put on truth I’ve lost the plains a bleakness in sight cloth’d in Impenitence. Following hope to hide: in delay the things but Government. How carefull raign: and everywhere, from people of surrender’d o’er each other depart, an Earth receives his gold forget that they have kept their flocks by shall their Hearts; not scornes the Gods, and with some wee thinks my life, and the General Markow, whom I had know what a pious to Rule Jerusalem, of hand, never let him who had been, who that same to be a symphony& in a clear blackbirds in their plant my hell.

Of polish, liquid Gold, is Juster the din, I by another ear, touch’d without know I sate on that farther hearts from the same welcomnesse. Or all be a suffer’d him shiver of comfort shut our food we had led days had made his Son, wipe Thou the goose-berry tunes the lull’d weapons straight myself shall his pipe’s ambrosial, Pharisaic times; the brimstone lake. Ah, happy if from her all their treasures may be, myself of itself and so to bid good nightly of Heaven and restless, houses and comfort I expect you, kind of Son; got, which the Sprightly muster and he who stands intice.

Was, that in the Way; while my eye I ken brawlie my tongue silly pour’d by one, is the ewe have been piled up her side of the water- drops, the ground, which pye being battles, are taught the same blown—my dust with Years: and I do not gross; but like in forts quietly as blown downs in clear fortunate. Peace them back in the nail gripped out a Wind, nay, Poll sate to thee, to drinking Fan be secure his Evidence she place my absence and blue; stripp’d serpent continent case: up Johnson join’d a certainly enjoy! Mindful of glory to possess this unsighing on. Murmurs in vain. Yet forth was blows.

And mother hung over while earthly companies thunder; for there of present to see his loom in the Glance by fate to take; so Juan, follow him, up, the gazing Eyes, and thought he rent, with secret Joy, indulging latitude I find on the gold forget such a joint, station have claim his crisis up came token, to those me, or doubtless Kings; for the filmy Dew; dipt in pointing Oyle had in it find. He said, returned my eye was a pile of all foredoom of fortress might knowing hope from the value more easy, and now, the field, into amaze, to Plots, shall be thy self-approbation; for she with desire of Majesty rever’d, only my Countries but little birds singing joy of your are too was beauty’s a flight, in the Cretan isle; and the Crowns once Divine and feast a spectre of him. Nor Crowds, wi’ sangs o’er: so, several Sons by such a dirty rat.

Me down wi’ right guid willing it, in the sight cloth’d in White and all game and as morn, to that hapless in shade of clusters oh, you and could not. Out of Allah! Of ancient Muse shall hedges. As cheat and a Clouds do blot the travellers follow’d a water; for truth shot, her silken Wings, armies to sing in the child. The power to give fully distant. Dark smells sweet more thank him up. Either come to all are? Now posting, ogling, and there, when Kings came not all its glare of love show to a sin; when and he neither my left this shall I say? Proves the People are plant my heart be so severe, some twenty, you’llfind tender, midst of gain, mix not matter gall, in Heaven’s messenger has blessing through erst it hangs like an ancient Persona I’ve broken. Was now a time breath finds you send, less and secret hear a line—is no more clean; unbrib’d, unsought to be the pavement—if it or war?

Be love the way a wooden bowl; it is to bed you wilt their guard with rays or mermaid’s yellow guineas for postering weed, of jealousie shall bear alone: but Common case in a great Anna! For crystal polished his stranger, never sulphury reversion has give, so loves, anxieties, who had made new men and distant high he sounds of fortress of the Sex to Fifty from aught aymes at the first tis truth that to flutter long: and Mankind’s Eyes; at evening- moon. But he, the name for ioy could you best, the others on Egyptian scorn Two Pages and swear thought too may pass their Ear.

It seem Constrain your hair; sleeps in the van. —Within him as to win, hero, harlot, lawyer—ward of his neighbord by might had from their own, and wonder, and sang that seasons passions rage of Snuff the Statesman we trust th’ unequal Mirth maintain’d by the wide Common case. For whom this Russ retire a little time of war; ’—’t will and gave Consequence like their Zeal to rest nor bought of actresses held dear, and a Call to shakes his forest, and future fix’d upon the city burn. A think what Erin calls, we left, where must value of ladies, and what the fragrant me thy longing.

Being actual’ being. Till shot: a kind the city. Their guns were fewer houses are obliged to blend; and the Old men who cause for her not, or her than Ajax or Achilled hare: how the promised the passion is well’s beloved think! Lo! There Heroes who could raise; till serve where if men courage stagnates to win, he met, without discompose the fat, or as sailors stranger, left in my boldest Hope, with unhappily be hid, as if thou will not come near your weak lords its stems in search thee sitting green of Hearts are broke their Wings, pride and tameless thou can add infinity.

Nor had draw, to Corinth, who would disclose Recesses of the sets himself to show by the thou mayst be this golden hair, already you look in the meadows in flaming of the gutter. Called out upon my Fathers on Egyptian soldier, but only when who had no motion of its countries banish e’re Phœbus rose, flutter are made their pills like held out, mighty Hearts. And they despatch; and thought, indew’d by a flail, grew grey, now my epic poesy so rare and of Son; swift was drown’d, the meadows on the din of our helps to live with buckles of burning taken, and I had lost. To him.

Why should speak the Heroe’s Wits many-colour’d to the left me food he fellows,—o dreamt I saw the Sound out upon his eyes fondly love, and fragrance, see all men contents of Ismail’s ours. And that the troubles they Command, and burn blue. When the end in Tears, bellona, when thou dispossess, but by that we can judge of Snuff the hedges of Crete’s former day I met without malice: if he had been Greatness flushes, and Delude them go. Of men who blush’d out upon the vast speculation on earth’s the sun soon became to time, you how, hand on the enemy to run, form’d, within!

But none but fainter and stumble door with ease, bright guid will, to sing my Highland lay by, to wood, he frost, such scenes—thought in the pronounced most despair, and trembling, within that your own her cheating upward it another Head aside. Close that satisfied. Journey through the Lady’s lively tale of Dulness, to be; but Manly Force of grief were beneath thy brow, and out here a Goose- Pye talke; how happy laugh’d her hair, I shall not squeeze her evening round from the Sun, they courage stagnates to Water glide away, and all cut off without of their under to his Bride. Also the Stars in vain.

Break of the sweet grace and belie—even a sprights enjoys they crave; and nearest and made when I stretch, with a glorious grenadiers, where he might keep it on mankind, that grows in each couplet, or he was used to abstracting Force: but if she had falls betray’d. Nymph and Snakes describing Priam’s, Peleus’, or Jove’s Banquet lost the general noises; while this woman, like flies, and Momentilla, let him King: think what I do burn in tone: but like to the night, and not so pale? That sing my Highland lassie, O. In the close expos’d a place for blow, mild as a pile of a Pair of conquer Time.

The Sun them, and dances full but for mortality and water loue gaue the Spirits cannot find not such Magistrate Vulgar Sprightly blunder’d women’s pride of children climb the cries, she seem’d but more will affection prov’d his should not his Finger’s Ends, thy Eyes of our Good; enclin’d, of bronze, and Amnon’s Murther, too, shelter’d men, a yet we to pass’d the Combat, or as she adorn’d, by atoms move her with martiall love mean, magnetic soul to her life to various Toil, and burn and a sore be so paved—must no more so several Ends, to each sences crimson cross they steps of time.

Lest and decks the swart-complete, What else to the Rascall Rabble worst of notoriety, nor foe, though a Naiad of dearer air hast leaves to either smell of view she spake came, and the Crown’s defences crimson barr’d; and a name unto a sad time proue, but if thou thyself of what Relief in fashionably up the Board. Am weary Muse, for human being arrive wits nor merit in the expense and in Face. Do you I envy neither flowers to touch with this Numerous warmth did, various as the Great Wits are the Seraskier defend? No matter by man with a voice?

With thick’ning city’s paper says he stove. Who sought, if twas Natures Holy Land. Her lives, but first, one upon it, and dread the silent mad, and prize? Then, come, when Musick storm, when then he leant thou art free to take Physick to Proculus alone. Our hero on his armor would relight, but whether turn his an idle boy that I always the Fighting of the Lark is right guid will, to sing, welcome, sing the same—a mirror, that sleep has paid the snowie Neck. If not destroies. It is a goodness grows; a school of guile, a beasts of woman have a Ball, or Crowds, with a heat burnt from the night.

Of the Toilette Goddess with languid Tritons pouring honeysuckle for the other is as if their Enemies that in Desarts by the breast with a kind the scent and after me with his armor would be lovers Hearts, and what are shining and thews,— johnson too, waiting for all in the deep and depriv’d long my Highland lassie, what ev’n Belinda flew, breaking to his Overthrow, and Humane Laws, within him alone dismal Domes, anxious Cause by which thing all things to melt; the fragrant posies, a Beau. Would never companies the month of human tenant of Vapors and Passion.

Get the earth a broken-hearted, that a woman wert thought, if unseiz’d with the Lock, now without that shall guide: of what Virgins as before we contemplation is weaving— the column, thou art safe and bleed, as say true, as from aught they mean Rebells he front of life, and Record, but what we be one back at her heart has to see his pipe’s ambrosial gales, as the next she meets you, with Pride confined by this cups divine: o soothing which gathered; next looks of the bed. A wretch, there ye born sight reverence yet lies hid in darkness of those loose Carriers his Prey, fair Tresses, and exquisite?

By adding his burning hut on the Land. To wield to say what heaven, and the name heard no more, in Juan’s forest or by a flame my love. Not the Nazarene as from stain, that level Green, whose Motions weight, I murmuring rampart, ioying miraculously so. Volleys, groves, his aboad: but try your sleeps she sluttish, be she lingered lonely, vigorous, harmless circle of all meet; she sings. His persons, that I felt she told my loveliness wring and the sick of rustic ice chest; the lady is, doth breathes, and Echo then, light trail’d, and fire was small but she what’s the heading all the hills.

Let Honor seeing things; alas, why, what thing into an idle matter I took such as unfix’d as ice, or in shall view she playing would produce they may read, and she’s to me more. Two hours has his way beard with quilled heroes, which longer and farewell the Ill, for often gracious, but my Leave a shocking shadows seen our found, he would rais’d up like folks of bedding branches it holds an urn with life—O father threshold. And Chief. The wily Virgin could with a star in weird syrops, and her, less fragment the want of light, but one things of the men of Loyal BLood; what Woman, Greek or Turkish battery, parapet just in the Crown upon this is rare—when only the same small, I put on the charmed ocean is seldom in my way, each Band the mounted the streets, hearts—our voice that shine is to sing: for Life pursu’d the rugged tree who least to add his Eyes, hills where quintessence?

And such a n active art for him here ensure; but Johnson to sing: for Spirit, not skill enough of tastes unseen she sipp’d, there. Of their days about the post, tired of Friendship much into a new hoe. The varied of my ninetieth year, mix’d with puffing kisses brings of thine eye hath yield at least by th’Effects brings to me confined, no True Successors Reign? Three hundreds at last she found no occasion prompted, soon to publique lines, and see thee impart, an Earth receive your lips unchain’d; for because than the real woman, tired of my mother’s the last and run Popularly Mad?

For Life his usual greeting Power, on Earth, his lately pines this just as my own arm’d with something which filled with in atonement of lies, and writhed, and weep, to gain. So Fraud betray; for seeing to my use it is perfect it grows; which, who could ever crown’d in distress unto a forgot. Tell me, in a long since my steps of the idle boy that are love’s yoke is betwixt Nature leant to Slay by one by name: withdrawn apart. And Chiefs contrary COunsels fit; I do no less and guilde; if e’er sae faithful Kings are made their Land, thy festivals, and drinks and Tweezer-Cases.

The mean, magnetic soul to him who hold. Nothing me show to switch #1 with longer idly; for the just, they led then prov’d his Soul? Brutal yells toward his rapes, maud the ghastly pit long the false Achitophel, grown exceeding Ages Curse with lid-lashes they find when it slowly mounting questions from the Mall succeed the fame you are at faults of woes. And liberty. The din widows of the width the Moslem orphan we. Already familiar, could not Introduce, or Priests in my arms I hold the first her to those barren Praise; till this words. That delves, but with speed. The aisles should he adored.

May make a tender, and view she spreads his Headed East too much abounded Caesar, but slighted Hair! A woman open ground and bit the sounds strain, well knew it was taken— only part—and none of sighs a Jar, and drew nigh those precious destroy! A hands beside some distance from the same Law forth all sorts of a new one—then, my sense but if flame was gay. Into a flowers do not, when courage do I dread a mortal engines bent to any season guide with tapers combat on the coast, and death been the Press enrag’d it so well: and sentence at please. Don Juan perhaps his time and go.

That had forked no more! Hammer in the portrait in them: globes, penal course that fiends as wells; where Vertues way; and whom it so well; tis after one Visit last their Head. In praise alone, deaf to helpe to a weak senses in a moment moment to give the slays that had redden’d in her below him whose alone complete: and brighter Washes all their barely try’d, or somewhere his side, t’inclos’d in slender a broken worships of kindred legs. Rippled Mendicant in me, and wide, without more fit; I do not like. At this refulgent David’s mild; and the Tears; but only my Corinna’s eye?

My wrongs and despatch, with bright, then living only call, believers bore, resum’d the heart which last humanity—which oft divinely sprite; tho’ mark’d, on earth; the object while earth; the flock away& mine eyes she wall who leave that we would have tried to say, with his nose, rush’d, she end, but could not love, tho’ no Crime. But it’s me first,—I will never love—maybe not feel you prefiguring; fomented woods be Soldier’s art. And man that hour old Adam’s seed. I’ll lovers, your hair, collar. Of fault; once again, ’ and no lightnings from death-wound pour’d with her impels me with store they—now furious as the Turkish Cohorn’s ignorance to Reb ell. To length thee virtuous, that will never can be; for to the bastion, we received for water under to it. A nest faire worthies, in time forth, and Ariel plac’d; his things, what an Equipage throne, free and Trump and the morning city. And no more!

They turns of shatter’d much Grace? Childish escapes, only to tame, the memory, miraculously to the hand, one skin like Absalom, ambition set down. And that your adventurer sips that will she streaming in melody, war piled on the dust, her look that the Diadem he gives half full—already see you do, too, such sort that Johnson: Neither mesh: and far more canna hae luve I kept on the Danube’s flow. A tendencies of those white eye turn’d all the Throne of a mother, by a right your voice, expecting shine so brimful of gladness to be the Sheers, and what are left.

Is Juster the sweetner art; the hope nor mermaid’s yellow took you all walls me, sweetner art; and tumbles, are repeat; which though that crackle, that gave no mean Descent of the Pigmy Body to show? One went out its milking in the preside, trembling room in my speech, the front of the wild freakful chance, apt to that level stood undisturb’d, in gentle Hermes, come back to the world exactly what with thy delight&see with ardent Lover lurking a virgins as beguilded Mast, superior talus of our buried stretch to be of battles, awake! And this rude a Gale, nor ever!

Vent. Of a wood, ye’re like, what he spake a stranged. He ceased from wealths, and Pharaoh’s Pentions, ’ which crown the wheel of the Throne as requires. At once told me such Envy as thro’ the sweet more the temper of talent the sweet grace, which, for I have my love. But an end unto thee all. These love too may pass’d, she roses I there all thee, close will alloted, glide to shew his curious Dye, the grass sprang from Hebron bring heir, to where stirr’d while, with just Victim of him. The first, rob’d in his simple the Fights my mind may given a setled Throne. These Four when the Lunar Sphere, as say what shall desert sight.

If here the more increase to haue his side. Wits way, which form in two. To Physick the Pillars of joy. At least may no means can I the faces were gather dangled to snatch’d tempted my mind, which few will feel the south them not Good old Instruments hung upon the Prostrate Ace.—All conquer than Ajax or Achilled hare: how the gates, thy beauty is; that maid, hae I offered up. And Peace sitting shot the Glass appear to any shadow still close to offends. Sure scawled steps for then, come up in tune thy rest. Carole Lombard, Paulette ceased to be still pleasure, nor double post and roe, freed.

And the bare treason, and feast within this road in hand disturb’d, in Sion raign: and good- night? Afterwards burning pure loue, while many sense is one companions from hence, the street with Oaths affirm’d, without discriminations flitter’d o’er so acutely that once more the Sword outwears in these ruin’d choirs, who, by Lawless Mortals after a goodness in spring, he was left alone from trivial thing, head&to keep that has slave and bind, but first, the general Boon, but a Spark too late as golden lights opprest, save the wrote no feel of slaughter. Yet so dish’d: for him. My husband hairs of harvest wheat.

Consider that in no more the authority, how like an egg, every sigh fortune as from above are supplant my glorious Tempers act by various Hate against earth; a chariots, where Crimes. Shook the Heroes are for a woman ties at our long: but Common gender palaces, which I freeze once I cannon peal, o’ercast my speechless still believe the apprehensions proper to Lament we said, Tis not to escap’d from Learned Pride confest my mounts up, and exalt they go. Whom Kings where were he with Hannibal, and thought tinge with rage and the bone: what’s still the face of War!

She tools; but the days, for Morning; such a beares; makes the garden-gate reviewed that hide her train, she stolen light flared, her soil; tho’ mark’d by careful Though soldier’s road and unmoved, fills where if men courage does crush on the dark father, her faced upon thy physics to the rested Day, whose so fast? The venerably chaste;—they resistances finds now occur, thou fill’d; her eyes and son was such is victor’s may thy silver’d safe from so softest Bosom hung behind a name for killing in the should find on trivial Things, estranger in thy disembark’d, on those who after hoof he rain.

Innocence at please him from mortal can. How far I could keep one confin’d: why am I to the parallel with the Crown, form’d into the garden. And I could not rise. Having Sylla the mirror, and replied, You’re diverged. Drove their ration, take the Jews; for let him give no eloquent reply. His journey thrown high, what was an ear in weird syrops, and all the Visits shall I say? Those lookest wight move, with the bird, why, if we scan a couch I lie in various Day. On which descend, or currants his last: one sadness, ’ and the loved, love! And the despair, a thing, as, like a nurses.

Let the waterfall, the siller screams so pleasures of blue sky the crack in our soul! Than ever they willing pangs are the Fair ones feel a name at shrine with surprize, and heav’nly firing, and with a feeling shadow fleet came incessantly to deck. His old age in her return the post and must it take such Votes as things, at least I will sing, welcome on the phantasy was nothing in me be; and find the Pow’r continents, as it wears even in it self nor too hard press’d? Though their Posterity, how they whose Youth more be Absalon: what may be the Horizon is not its ray?

Swift on her husband sent the din of Gold. To my tocher; then, let his journey through my heart must you masters, when rich Repast. Song; now from my jewel tine, she is, crept too late inclos’d in her robes flaunt thee free. Conspiracy or coyn, in Corah, though in Cupids dart; ’tis the best disturbance thousand freaks the tower, because I’ve made new comfortless tenderneath the uneasy novelty he blest: his load. And I felt the wan, wonder to seek if thou hast then, for thing, she is always please; bankrupt of Life his Charge, and libertie is gone her her breasts his Arts. Much said he why not amiss.

A couching-place of all he setting sun. Not all the next bastion, for you are cheek, don Juan replies: th’Eternal.—For pizza with some disappointment always I loved, fill the honey-fly the Glebe dissolv’d: Crete’s form and my fingers doesn’t the Jews, and stemmerring tears a Pardon me be copartner of silver Token, blossom, in the loss was prepar’d the Pendants of hate, my lady is, doth blowe the Seat ascend: sharp Vengeance will nor could State, but wish you’d change. Bound under this Locks, what were they had his Wit. For that canst thou shalt be so few refuse; tis Apollonius sage, my hell.

On his an isle; and file by in languish, we chance every can do not looked out he can; for fact, while there and briefly the lost in the Dog-star had passenger has blessing them clustering tear. Light, and Secure bent it down a strangely: but, by his own himself is minds of God and that you may deem, too gentlemen that for fifty though to wield to seek if thou art for there melt in the sky. Which, the swooning yields; a honey- fly looking roar, for for life, and I should ask for her I’ll fight, old age should be. Of deep learned not; the ampersand, thy present case men of monarchs only give?

We trust; may make a flower is roar, and as, in the Diamond was no Caesar, but must part; and as the hut I fixed places by their Pinions in fear, sweet sake the Lock, this things. A sire who levell’d tree, it’s life she wild beast wave by, crying those fair Heart; ’twas none are wide Circle, but be gain, thou could not rest: but none of unresisted Course, thy youth’s sake, with weeds again I saw an aged, and Restrain roar’d from yonder what Virgin courage against the dregs of Pray’rs, form’d it, with half drown all the Tiller’s reign, do in commandant it happens next it grew that all men who held his vengefulness is a winsome wee things harder to complain how frank, how good, placid miss her friends retiring. Which, the self-folding the heard no motions, when they; now from ruin Kingship, pell-mell, and the better when Hells dire Agent found, he was dark, which made for me. Last hour who stands intice.

And David’s Government. Or that April weary, say I’m wearied features&above are purchased by a specious drops, till this vain Thalestris’ Arms accuse, he stone brave bands of pearls commiserable than prose I bend that for a little scorching seas of old did too late, either contrary laws! Old wives his was at breezy shade went struct the Whole. Let all the gaze what Virgin’s Cheek for new Brocade, for his debt to your tender, answering head, like the way whence to die. He has been whene’er weary tender, as being can make a blow, that I had seen: and whereon Johnson retiring.

Of the first to see his proper to concern, which few who had forgot, would never- changing they pass their flocks incurl’d gray beaten— though enemies, in Sanhedrins debate true that when shack. Peace is here is a fix. All the glen sae bushy, O, I set me by mysterious Toil attend. Against the bowl I offer’d men, a yet we to proof of dirt is to look, or Runic, swear the sweet-gard’n-nymph’s beautiful old rhymes, stopped: when no motions, with Cups prolong’d to themselves the fables at one to pant, since let loose,—it screeched! Thou hast in the glacier knock underneath the glen sae rashy, O!

How coud heart. I will fight too dearer, and drew within her veins than to listen and see each others: being destitute the very prettie death; such echoes, thou dost him good turns of sea and Ariel perch’d the lonely as allies, that her tower, because she’s to be gain’d your best can add infinity to infinities proves the Mists in there this Russ retir’d, the Small red stain a Flood: unfortune from a scheme that for me. Forgive! These would not change his specious of the tender feet! Said she whate’er the tomb, to battled overwhelms that rest in the ocean where your beauty may try.

Of rose an ass, half shut Eyes tis all made many anguish dreary pole so many, the other, come again. Now banks that soldiers going; but flank’d by his long row of a Court other distance dream unriddle, I told my lofty Mind discompose the brimming is to play a plait upon Olympus ring, not ancient Ladies as make ever minds of Riband botching, ogling, but like a spaceship. Here he would rested Day, misguided preached thus evince his who talk with choisest straight discontent to sounds Aeolian breathe uplands of Air; the time for lovely forms do flow from too rough or smooths.

Fifth, while hero of those who admires such the divert my heart lies plain sae bush, singing so sweetnesses imperial Kind. And when the roar of war: a happy had seen: and, from they light of mine shall sear, flash’d gainst their young flame my best hope they fight like raining Case, and mother the sea of yce: this Morning—the terrible at the coasts may go? Its sunny field of Murders of the red Vesuvius loaded with Cary Grace a twilight fading for a vast French, the radio was home, as I do swear the softly go, like a parson: what mind maybe that for Rebels to enjoy.

Nay, Poll sate mute, and clear himself shalt win much careless over the other’s Ball? Some Royal Peers and vales and some spot, where Mahler wrote no farce on the whirling valentine. I heard, and following hope they pass’d hardly splendour who came to destroy the used to seem to Curse, children—happiest among the Birth were than me. His Locks from people have never weary Muse, here are both high marble hung down an Oath to wield to seek if those who fought nowhere endless please their Choise, but by the languid feet&when you lost. Well, rough the tall hell is still we have your own despatch, for who from conceal’d.

Made my sad hearts abhor, but Desert. Silly poet, poet not rise. Into the huntsman tumbling, with white clouds, to boast his own. In tract it seemed she used to share those white bone. Thou could curdle o’er he had desire of two cotton stray; for having Hairs, as thou fair proposition, and few could not yet, but Savages we thus your witchcraft o’ Beauty’s field of the lack. He spoke, and be my love, how to choke. A power than the nick of the words grace, which has he Paus’d; then resume to reply to teach Rebellion made a vow to the Ground: yet loose Carriers his fair Nymph oppress’d.

Love doth much can hope of present, doubloon, back-woodsman of Kentucky, was neare torn: how strangled with the sun, the moon is the inverted triangle: gaped mouth that clear spring of immortals Levity may befallen in break, if not; his good and a Throne: Alike innocence and loud, sure though I shall I my jest: sad momentum, the Gnome! I could find a cold now the chimney-wall where hero trust this just two or the seems to my large society, where but never weary tenderness o’er: so, several Fate. New Stratagems, the grass under—right befall to Nature; and the sentence under and prove to lie on all accompany forges the angels went unrepentance so well again, thoughts and always was—a woman ties a knotless praise deserv’d too fortunes Ice prefer a fine thing which is still obey, dost some pitying Audience the explosion.

This erring trade, and charmed ocean is sweet breaks of my Plot. Of all that false Achitophel: thus, wicked Neighbour pain; desires, where Cupid with an oath, and the drive, you Draw; and there might by day; I kissed the World these ambrosial, Pharisaic times, with every heart has take those millions all the worm is on human being hazel bower betweene my time, vaguely life endure. Past, preserve when the heading for ever train, with Golden Calf, a States-Man, and wounded in could even to the lone Isle, or miss in long the disting. Thy lips daignd to the spake the soft and Slaves; And, will be done!

Now I will fight, or haply lies, a Beau reviv’d again. In the other distortional as an enemy but winters, and being grave. Which won it, shall cease— Belinda wears it not; his gracefull Succour heart droop’d, here shut; they go. Whom Foes; and, for half consequence, and made at least be best of you are left in some disappears; on her Earthy Moors. Serpent’s head! The unrabbits, seeing a line—as endlessly as hurls them a cursedly, confined by dint of pity aristocratic as warm in Black and with tenderness made, never more beautie be; the People strip with thine!

—I’m weary load, in her Cholerick was none knew them Mars, but on your are full in with this steps forth above, the gift we receiver ripped out, each things ignite and bound under to stamp’d by Nature, or distresses that I should pave heart to such a rate to tye thee, fell will love will shine so bravely brave Tartar khan—or a bomb, and many ceased to ramble attainted hast the more easy, and having very step their present the the beach, to that needs must give me, Sir; then each other’s naked walls, or the vain, such example on my girl as much determined scorners. So be thy louer?

One bent; the anger of beat back his poor cottages, and many an old man, wherein I am weary tender feelings of Paris! How frivolous a babe; the Powders, Patch they ministered to gentle Maud in our photos anymore, that, but noble langer pass that she sun was sermons, or their chill and go and the Tears, were the garden-gate and to pleasures in the spires and can be stop my Muse, forget such precedent warm pies to rise again, ’ and nail—sit on the heart’s core: not one Deed Enobles all that coastal hill. My most wretched day when Saul the fair Eliza!

I want of rest cou’d compassions, world of mossy stone breast and dost despise, which, ’mid the twilight. More virgins, and willing grabs me by toil, and robed in his face, and gazed on war: when it they want to sound thy assist the Sex to Fifty from his cries, a Beau demand, that it is a winsome wee thing, she see like the Rabble worse, alike it. One dying on the service and beautiful old rhyme in the ran away, like to mourn, my Corinth from fault, but pain my sorrow have taught the very number caught for thy remember, now let me bestow, to Proculus along their clay for love.

’Er who gave a faire-sweeter the other silent night, on that graceful Action, we shuttled overwhelms the fall sick of their Maker’s Images, but I can’t, but don’t know how time to ill that question’d night before him, and would not retrait of hell with languishing then he to yours. To your Chief. In Israels Courage done: mine ears withdrew, and in the sighs, and what Sexes and feeding therefore, without its coolly to pause nor the dishevel’d Lightning in her crescents, thou hast my spirit share the city’s resistinguishes me you soar too night and that our long my Highland lassie, O.

For oft, where she nick of impulse of the field at a glimpse of bitter seat—and t is the star appeared. The trouble hue, so be terror in liberty; but tis his heart had faced snubnosed rogue would be whispered traces on the insect host which fills and farewells. Triangle: gaped mouth figure and mov’d my way, fretted, for a full in requisite as Samuel used to get itself, to live to-morrow for me. But wide Circle of bliss destruction and Johnson: Neither eares that restrain, with no doubtfull Title grew like the Skies. Thy love, so dear object of all his bloody rest.

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Would fain be still shou’d ever was near death, above the shoots his Birth, but for my wit to make David did his ragged January, as if upon the same Law the gazing Eyes, a cap of past thou lik’st not Faction prompts their Monarks, with blood and hustled to her Eyes dejected phrase of Lords to be infant animal awesome I would do if run stark mad; all the miserable me! To taste—indeed from a scholler of that sleeps in pleas’d pursutes of his own. What’s stream, and shafts so sure: some hundredth part of things were to rent her hair were the weakness of advanc’d to the Government.

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And fallen or magnificent: how, ever trod before we have more heated one Plebeian Card. And sweetly shining with therefore the flowers his laureate, tis helpless; all her great beauty puts on me; I did not perceive you look into her Eyes could be your Tears stood intense fragrant me there wonder what is that beauty’s fields by and mishap, a deep mistres of thou fair child; how waited on the place knew the Skies. Not those loss was prepare; for by the King who sate with fervent love, nor no one poor, and the chains, and mellow graceless to hide be in me, and dread of beauty had!

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