#i think the best thing to do here is going with the prime verse when she's with team prime... so thusly; baby time.

[stellarcuriosity]

@gladiatorspxrked liked for a starter!

Now, she was told to avoid meeting strangers- that was for sure... but this bot has been hanging around the base for quite some time, so surely she can't be too bad!

Keeping herself low to the ground, the young predacon crept out of her hiding spot, wide blue optics fixated upon this stranger. She smelled friendly, at least...

"Hrrroo...?" She clicked her jaws a bit, audials flitting. No, words. She needed to use those. "Heerrrllloo.." Good enough!

[according2thelore]

Hi I love your writing so much! Your late seasons/early seasons verse is one of the most interesting things to come out of this fandom, and I’m always impressed with you well you understand the characters. I was wondering, Do you think the earlier seasons boys would find any parts of later seasons Sam and Dean to be similar to John? You don’t have to answer, if you’re too busy with other asks. Have a great day!

oh shit?? holy shit??

anon?? kissing u with passion rn, anon. this compliment just made the rest of my week + an extra bonus week! i don't even know what to say! BUT THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!

and YES! I DO! we talked about this in my post on tuesday, but what specific parts of each LS!Sam&Dean remind them of john?? oh worm? let's discuss!

For ES!Sam:

again, i think LS!Sam reminds him the most of john, for a couple of reasons. for sam, he experienced john's parenting as mostly arguing and being unwilling to discuss/hear sam out. it's his way or the highway, and that's something sam really resents about his father (we're not breaking new ground here, lol.) he also hates not being treated like an equal/adult, and resents john for hiding things from him, and keeping him at a distance. sounds familiar? sam getting mad at john for being stubborn is real kettle-pot behaviour, but i digress. LS!Sam absolutely makes the ban on telling-them-the-future conversations. he has a very set idea of how things are supposed to go, and how they are supposed to act. he gets easily frustrated with ES!Sam because ES!Sam presses and presses and presses and wants to Be A Part Of Every Conversation All The Time. ES!Sam resents LS!Sam for "babying" him/not treating him like an equal. ES!Sam felt very patronized by john, and feels very patronized by LS!Sam--the holier-than-thou, i-know-better-than-you-end-of-discussion rubs him WRONG.

as for LS!Dean, i think he would appreciate the softness of him. john had quiet moments. again, if we're going with S!2, sam has softened towards his father in retrospect, so he's primed with john's better moments while he's mourning. LS!Dean is protective. he says simple facts, and it feels like more than the words do (you're my brother. and of course i look out for you. and yes, i am happy. and come here for a second. and are you okay?) he can of course see some of john's anger, but i think it would bother him a little less, because LS!Dean makes such a concentrated effort to make him feel included, and a part of this future. he invites sam out to the garage and cooks him breakfast and they bond over common things, like movies pre-2006. the most negative thing he can say about LS!Dean and john is his control. while LS!Sam is more stubborn, LS!Dean is more controlling. he's a little smothering with his mothering.

For ES!Dean:

with all the fawning he does, he sees mostly john's good qualities in LS!Sam. specifically, i think he sees a lot of the "doting" aspects of john's personality. sam keeps knick-knacks and photographs and takes charge like nobody's business. he's in charge because things work well that way. he's decisive, and true to himself, and knows exactly what he wants when he wants it. he has a truly encyclopedic knowledge of monsters, and is intensely protective of those in his life. the most negative thing he can say about LS!Sam and john is that LS!Sam tends to give orders. which ES!Dean follows, because while he wasn't always sure about dad, sammy has his best intentions at heart. unlike dad, sammy will never ask the impossible of him. sammy knows best.

however, he sees a lot of negative traits in LS!Dean. dad was absent, and emotionally manipulative, and drunk. he had a lot of anger that he kept beneath the surface, and you could be joking with him the one minute and being scolded in the other. you felt like the most important person in his world (high burden of emotional needs) and then he'd disappear for two months and leave you to fend for yourself. very up/down. he never remembers your birthday, but while elbow-deep into a fifth of whisky, he tells you that you and sammy are the only reason he still cares to be alive. he sees LS!Dean's short fuse, and it makes him angry. and it makes him sad. he sees the bottles and bottles and bottles of liquor that they have in the sammy-mandated recycling bin. he sees the hard set of his jaw and the crease between his brows, and the short, sharp replies. then he sees LS!Dean's soft looks with ES!Sam, his quiet devotion to LS!Sam, the far-away stare at nothing. he sees his father, haunted by ghosts and on a mission that LS!Dean seems hyper-focused on, but unsure what it is. so he tries to hyper-control everyone around him, and is so up/down about it that it gives dean whiplash.

i think overall, they will be a lot more critical of themselves than they will be of each other (bc this show loves to capitalize on some self-hating man pain, which...y'know. slay. that's why we're here.) so i think a lot of their perception of "john" qualities will be skewed. especially since we see S!2 boys, but especially dean, be more critical of their relationship with john.

if you had an angry man in your house, you will always have an angry man in your house, etc. etc.

again, i have NO IDEA if these john takes are hot takes because charlotte and i just go "i agree!" "i agree!" back and forth in an endless loop whenever we discuss the man in question. but i hope this was fun!

anyway, i hope YOU have a great day, anon! i hope i answered this in a time when you'll see it! i always worry about anons not being able to see these when i reply bc y'all don't get notified.

but know that this meant so much to me! and i hope you're doing well this fine thursday! i always have time for you, blessed nonnie!

mwah!

-lizzy <3

[dropout-ninja]

:3cc Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love❤

(Picture me headbonking you like a cat)

Why would you do this to me with my 108 fics and more wips in docs not yet posted (some of which would make this list)

I am terrible at picking rankings help

Uhhhh

When I Wake From This Dream With Chains All Around Me (Hollow Knight) where my HK writing got kicked off. Longfic.

It’s Burned In My Mind and all of its associated works (Hollow Knight) absolute fever dream, wrote in a splurge of dissociation, wild time and probably my favorite fic I’ve written. Multichap.

The If We Could Just Be What We Wanted verse (Transformers Prime with a dose of a bunch of other continuities) particularly the first one (which needs edits but in terms of tone and characters and me managing plots genuinely holds up really well to the last few years), Damned If I Do (oneshot), and poor Chaotic Unity (longfic), who I had so many seeds of foreshadowing put into the first fic for and then it got read by like five percent of the original’s readers XD

control’s graveyard (Monsterverse Godzilla. Yep.) entirely self indulgent fun times, power dynamics central, character studies on everyone, I poured into worldbuilding and backstories and I think I managed to do show don’t tell with them better here than I manage elsewhere. Someone said that I managed to keep the main character “alien and genuinely despicable” while somehow keeping them sympathetic, and that praise is put on my mental fridge forever. I reread this fic more than I do any of my other ones. Genuinely my favoritism for it is showing hard. Multichap.

Immolation (MTMTE/Lost Light) Haven’t read this one in a year so grammar wise I’m sure it’s a wreck, but my 3am brain went off on this one and its stream of consciousness style. Oneshot.

Wyrm Off A String (Hollow Knight) based on crack and others’ art, ridiculous premise, somehow the best worldbuilding and foreshadowing of a twist ending I’ve done. Oneshot.

Linger (Hollow Knight) mad niche, another one that began because of crack and shitposts I saw. Loss of self, body horror, psychological horror, non linear dream madness, what’s not for me to love. Multichap in progress

Wallow (Hollow Knight) another incredibly niche one nobody asked for, that is actually going to be turned into a multichap and has a lot of juicy to a self indulgent author tension and shenanigans already written, but I’m waiting until I’ve written most all of it before I start posting the new chapters. Dubbed by my friends as the Mean White Lady Fic. Traitor Lord my beloved. (Oneshot on ao3, multichap to be)

sometimes family is a mad scientist spider, his amoral ex, their build-a-child kit gone right, and the human sidekick (IDW2005 Transformers) oneshots collection. Quite proud of the Verity and Prowl povs. Tarantulas my blorbo.

ex cinere (House of Ashes) for capturing the voice and worldbuilding after I relistened to Randolph’s things a million times. I feel like I managed to keep aliens alien for it (short multichap)

And CarnEVILs? In MY Dirtmouth? (It’s More Likely Than You Think!) (Hollow Knight) halloween oneshot with an Elderbug pov that feels very Elderbug and Dirtmouth vibes as good here as in Chains. Elderbug did not enjoy his obligatory grimm teatime™️.

Hey look this is not five. 108 fics too difficult to narrow down for me

[theuniversalscat]

This man, is the self proclaimed, “shame bringer”. He doesn’t necessarily shame anyone he comes into contact with so much as he “brings the shame” to you.

One of his interpreters from Japan was quoted as saying, “You let me down…. [you are] a coward.” Another, resorted to driving a robot just to shoot him. Who is this man, and why did I bother wasting my free time watching his exploits?

Good question. I still have no clue what his background is, or who he is, but the best part is it doesn’t matter. This crazy loon (and I myself am one, so I can pick them out quite readily ) of a travel log host, has made me a part of his journey, and shares his many faux pas in a country that isn’t afraid to let you know when you aren’t fitting in properly, which lifts my spirits immensely.

I, too, had to “sumimasen” my way through Japan when I was lucky to go back in 2002, as Lucille Ball and I have much in common when interacting with the world, especially the unfamiliar. So, watching this guy do it brings extra joy to my heart to know that I’m not the only one.

Watching people, observing their reactions to their new experiences pleases me in a huge way. Because anything new that you try is just that, and you can’t be an expert at it when you haven’t done it before.

The label “shame”, is subjective. I’d like to think of this guy as a good sport; a person who was brave enough not only to try new things when he’s 60, but have it filmed for (sometimes) his very public humiliation, which we as his viewers, thoroughly enjoy.

In one episode this guy partook in a “penis parade”. (Come to think of it, he also clothes shopped at a store called, “sperm” and he became a professional playing with balls… of snow…) There he helped to hold up a very huge black or pink penis, and proudly chanted the word, “Asa” over and over again very loudly for all to hear, to celebrate. Was that shameful or brave of him? Or both? Or neither? It’s up to you, the viewer, to decide.

I have decided not to hold the label of shame discussing this man’s penis obsession, or in general, in my daily life. (I have also decided never to partake in a penis parade, but quietly and secretly watch in the privacy of my own home and scream with laughter and slightly judge but try not to about it…) But rather, I will lift my head high in my ignorance until I can try something enough to be well versed at it. I will not “sumimasen” to anyone, but instead say, “asa” to the attempt! (By the by, if you don’t know what “Asa” means in Japanese, neither did I so I had to look it up… It does not mean James May.)

In conclusion, even though this very shameful or brave man, your choice, felt the need to apologize every 12 seconds to every Japanese person he saw for his indiscretions and mere existence, I think it was worth it. And it’s all on Amazon prime for your perusal. See for yourself. And if you don’t like it, no “sumimasen” to you. Just “Asa”. 👍👏🤣

Appendices: the humongous penis that James was holding during the parade was black. (See below for a direct quote)

Here he is in Italy, and contrary to one (not so kind) woman in Japan, he is far from a cabbage roll.

[myxomato515]

TUMBLR ALBUM REVIEW 2- Showroom of Compassion

Week of 1/12-1/18

Title: Showroom of Compassion Artist: CAKE Length: 40:30(11 tracks) Release: January 1, 2011

I came into CAKE's Showroom of Compassion a little concerned. I had heard snippets before, and besides Mustache Man, none of them sounded totally promising. I am a BIG fan of CAKE- They're one of my five "touchstone artists" as I like to call them- Artists that have changed my life. However, at this point in their history, they were definitely... different.

In their 2004 album Pressure Chief, the band veered into a more synthy sound. Not a bad thing, of course, but that shift in their DNA set some things off balance. John McCrea had this near omnipresent hazy effect on his vocals that got really grating, and even without it he felt really flat and shouty/neg. He is not the best singer, which is why the band is more often praised when he does that weird sing-talking thing(not quite rapping... you'll understand if you listen to something like Short Skirt/Long Jacket), but he was never a bad singer. He could really flaunt it sometimes(see: Never There, Love You Madly)! But by 2004, he was starting to sound really flat and uninteresting. Simply put? I didn't like his voice anymore. Showroom of Compassion is like that but worse in every way.

It's less diverse instrumentally, a downside considering I don't like the vocals. That means that the only possible savior of the album is already handicapped. A lot of it feels sort of sleepy and samey, leading to the album becoming a slog that blends in together. Not overly offensive, but totally ignorable.

Running through the tracks, Federal Funding is a prime example of that lazy trudge a lot of these songs go through. However, I think it's pulled off quite alright here. I really love the horns in this one, they definitely carry the song. The ending where everything sort of just goes on and on with John just moaning along is fun. The lyrics are the same: fun. Political, but not overly so. However, I guess it really does sort of ring a bell for current events... I mean, Federal Funding? But they're not really special, and I think those notes John has to hold for a long time sound weird and unnatural. When he hops off the note too and repeats the word, it also sounds awkward. Overall, the song does sort of just shuffle along, for better and for worse. 3.5/5

Long Time has immature and simple lyrics that do nothing for me. I lowkey dgaf about what he's saying because it's nothing interesting. "It's been a long time since we drank the arsenic" is so edgy. And the way he holds "butterflies" as "boeoeoeohtterflies" is grating. It took a while, but I think I've warmed up to the way the synth is integrated into the song. It feels very out of place at first, but it ends up being a welcome addition considering how fucking boring all these other songs are sonically. I like the ending too- notice how my favorite parts do not involve John singing. 3/5

I don't like Got To Move one bit. It's so annoying... I hate the melody, I hate the way John sounds, I hate how simple the lyrics are. I can't even be passionate about it because it's boring. That's annoying in and of itself! It's so fucking boring. Can't stand it. 1/5

What's Now Is Now is the same thing in a slightly more digestable package. Out of this package, Long Time is the only one that's had clean vocals and not this stupid buzzy effect and it's really starting to piss me off. It exacerbates how boring John's voice is. The lyrics are less egregious, and the melody, though it feels strangely saccharine and annoying, is not as bad as the last one. Still whatever and kind of bad. 2/5

Mustache Man(Wasted) is the centerpiece of this album(almost literally, too!) John aims higher with his voice here, and it works(until the end of verse 2)! He sounds pretty good here! The whole song is filled with hooks to get caught in your head, and the main guitar and trumpet riffs are ones that sticks with you for a good while. I love the lyrics, telling the story of a self-destructive partygoer realizing they've wasted their whole life. Haha... sex too 😎 I dunno man, this whole song is just such a jam, and so fun to sing along to. I wish the rest of the album was similar. 4/5

Teenage Pregnancy... Okay, ??? title. I was intrigued but it's an instrumental, so sadly no lyrical content. That doesn't hinder it at all, though, because it's a really sick piano-based piece. The trumpet refrain is really nice, and the whole thing is tough to explain, because it's very melancholy, but also angry, and lofty... It encompasses a lot of feelings, but they're meshed together super well. There's a part that goes down on the guitar part and has some trumpet shrieks and patented John McCrea Shouts in there that I also do love. Wish they laid off the synth a bit though. 3.5/5

After looking up the lyrics, I thought I’d hate Sick of You. They’re so surface level and immature, and I will say they’re pretty fearing after a while. But I do like the instrumental, and the pretty simple core melody is nice. 3/5

Easy to Crash has a really fun chorus. It’s not abrasive, but I guess by CAKE standards it is. I think it goes on a bit too long, but I think it’s pretty good. 3.5/5

Bound Away is where I just get tired of the album. Most of it just sounds the same over and over again to varying echelons of quality. This album has been mostly middling so far, but I have to reiterate that this whole thing is totally mediocre. Like this song. 2/5

The Winter and Italian Guy also aren’t worth falling about- more of the same. Lord idgaf. 1.5/5, 2/5

Overall, CAKE’s worst album by an alright margin. They’ve had an album in development hell for years now, and I just hope that if/when it comes out, it ends up breaking from the fall off and bringing CAKE into a new renaissance. 2/5

Best: Mustache Man(Wasted), Teenage Pregnancy, Federal Funding

Worst: Got to Move, The Winter, What’s Now is Now

[johnniesmoke]

Rest Assured - Analysis - Song - Lyrics -- Johnnie Smoke

Johnnie Smoke’s lyrics capture a relentless pursuit of purpose, wrestling with fate, ambition, and artistic integrity. He reflects on struggles, questioning the system while embracing his role in shaping culture. The balance between uncertainty and self-assurance drives the narrative, highlighting themes of perseverance, destiny, and creative responsibility. With poetic depth, he challenges limitations, expressing frustration yet maintaining faith in his vision. His words reveal an artist unwilling to compromise, striving for his moment.

I've got problems that I can't solve on my own. / I'm crazy because I got hit by some ghosts on my shoulders./ In the form of two rap legends, the biggest and best./ And that was out of my control. /

But telling, nonetheless, can't begin to stress that. / I can't begin to dismiss anything less than a twist of fate to help us towards destiny. / I'm not sure why we needed to be made, but we do. /

I'm chiming in to lend an ear. / Lend a hand. Really, it's meant to be. / Seems silly to pursue all else/ Like, I'm a pick for the role. /

The fatigue of the wait, for the glory, drags me down more and more/ Starting to question all my life choices. / School on my parents' dime, / Seems better than minimum wage./

So that's what I've been doing. / Sheesh I guess I'm lucky, but I can't fathom "working" with my degree. / This verse changes something, but not enough. / All I can think about, is when's gonna be? /

Don't fault me for being on the record. / Give me the respect that I deserve. / I need the attention so I don't get bored. / As ledgend would have it, I still have to be set free by the people. /

Are you in denial? / Or hot on the case. / I'm too far in the lead. / Don't bother to give chase. /

It ain't a fair fight. / The Limelight is being rigged for a kid. / I'm just appeasing the message that was sent to me. / It might as well be the story that we deserve. /

Rest assured, it hasn't been all sunshine and rain. / It took me a while to draw it like that. / Really, I wonder why? / Must be prime time now, with a bigger picture for a story like mine. /

Led to believe nobody should be missing it, / But that doesn't fix it. / The rest aren't getting worked. / I'll admit it, I don't like the looks of it. /

This is absurd, like a day job. / Everybody acts like they want, but it's no tell that they've got. / Like divine intervention. /

I wouldn't even start without a sign. / You'd be waiting for your time and mine. / It's all stigmatized./ Anyhow, you'll be the kid pulling up fool's gold. /

Believe me, I wouldn't be here right now if I wasn't chosen. / God damn, am I lonely. / I'm supposed to ignore that until I'm in the news? / And I'm not ready to sell myself short /

Or try to explain it to these ladies. / It's a sure thing me on the record, not all but./ Don't stretch yourself thin. / I want the leverage I deserve. /

Cleaned up my act young, another day will go by. / I'm left in limbo./ Facing more of those redemptionless moments that I struggle through. / My capital is dwindling, and I'm trying to get down to business. /

Nothing to show for, but I've got my youth with me. / As usual, limits being tested along with my patience. / The doors to heaven on earth, / Elusive as they've ever been. /

Wishing for a lot, expecting it all these days. / What else could I have on my mind when I know I'm right? / In having faith that the stars align once more. / I want to be able to commit to what I know, / Not appease the system. / You know.

Say Goomba to all the nonsense, / Holding me back and holding me down. / Telling you I'll be around to get the job done. / Got me out on a whim, feeling like I can't win. /

Well, when’s when? Like I couldn't do this, then. / After I get it figure, semantically unsound. / But I don't know. I can't know, / As if my purpose isn't questioned. /

Feels like denial of rejection, / A mystified moment, / And I don't know how to forget it. / It's gotten by the Cahoonas as the inspiration. / Just trying to keep life in-line with the plot./ Just wondering when am I going to get my shot? /

[ylangelegy]

LOVE&LETTER REPACKAGE ୨ৎ my favorite SVT work from 2024!

i'm a firm believer that some of the most creative writers on the internet are on svtblr. couldn't let the year end without showing love for the fics that have set the bar impossibly high when it comes to writing for SEVENTEEN. thank you to all writers for making this corner of the internet such a great place to be! ❤︎

footnotes: some of these work may contain explicit content. please heed the warnings when checking them out.

hush by @sailorrhansol

You can’t seem to sleep, but the strange man in the bar that you can’t visiting promises he can help.

hali's entire body of work is awe-inspiring, and i personally believe hush is something of a magnum opus. there's just so much density in all of her verses but hush does something that's never-before-seen when you think of this genre. it's so easy to lose yourself in the liminality of this work— throw in the premise and the dynamics, and you've got a breathtaking example of creative writing at its finest.

achilles’ heel by @pochaccoups

after a knee surgery, your boyfriend feels off about his body. you’re determined to show him just how much you love it.

sometimes, you can just tell when a writer cares about the character/member they're writing about. that's 100% the case with achilles' heel. it's one thing to nail seungcheol's personality; it's another thing to treat him with such well-deserved consideration. the smut is terrific, yes, but so is the love. you know that any version of seungcheol is in good hands when char is writing him.

full throttle (part one & two) by @diamonddaze01

jeonghan's not used to someone who pushes his buttons as easily as you do, and you're not used to someone who challenges you as quickly as he does. maybe it's time to go full throttle, both on and off the track.

i like to think that even if i didn't know tara, i would be absolutely insane over full throttle. there's a mix of everything here— fast-paced races for formula one fans, killer lines that read like poetry, and a full spectrum of human emotion. you're on the edge of your seat the entire ride. journalist!reader may be the best writer in the paddock, but tara is the best writer on this site.

the first snow by @junkissed

you think of joshua every time it snows. but does he think of you, too?

i feel like june has mastered the art of hook, line, and sinker. the first line of this draws you in— come for the opener, stay for the writing. this is a brilliant play on a known trope, and i was particularly endeared by how snow was used both in the literal and figurative/metaphorical sense. in love with how descriptive it was, too.

chemistry read by @chanranghaeys

in which junhui’s casting director gets a little bit too jealous during a chemistry read.

chemistry read is the probably the most recent work in this list. as of posting, i am still thinking of just how well haneul nailed jun's personality. there's something to be said about the relatively unconventional pairing— actor x actor fics are to be expected, so a casting director!reader is a rare treat— but the dynamics of their relationship is the real clincher. haneul has a way of writing things that leaves you wanting more, and this is a prime example.

araneae by @haologram

when you realize your friend (with benefits) actually has feelings for you, a tangled web of lies and avoidance ensues.

altair's treatment of soonyoung in this fic should set a precedent for how to write him across the board. the push and pull in araneae is superb, and the reader has the perfect amount of bite. i'm obsessed with the conflict and how it's eventually resolved, though what gets me the most is just how hoshi-like soonyoung is in this au. 10/10, no notes.

in front of me (part one & two) by @wonustars

jeon wonwoo has spent most of his adolescence and early adulthood unable to understand why he can't seem to stay in a relationship for more than a few months. as his best friend, you allowed him to vent about his worries without judgment. so what if you're in love with him? your friendship with wonwoo meant more to you than having your feelings reciprocated. that is until you hit your breaking point, while wonwoo finally realizes what has been in front of him this whole time.

in front of me is a study into the human condition. not a single word in this 40k+ word fic goes to waste. it's an emotional rollercoaster from start to finish, particularly because there's a rawness to the conflicts and relationships that it presents. anna deserves all the flowers for putting out such a real piece of work; in front of me is her heart on a platter, and it just goes to show that her heart is a good one.

wonwoo + ramen by @fxstpace

“i want ramen,” you say in response to his question. “i’m really hungry.”

i've told aspen this, but this drabble is one of the first things i read when i made this blog! i adore how soft this piece is, and how she managed to encapsulate an entire relationship in a handful of words. the dialogue and rapport is riveting; the image put in your mind is a comfort. we may not always have a jeon wonwoo to cook for us, but at least we have aspen's writing to get us by.

first snow by @cxffecoupx

lee jihoon + sharing a warm kiss during the first snow of the season.

drabble-writing is a monster in its own right, but ris coasts through it with ease. sometimes, a fic can fall under the 'healing' category, and that's what first snow is. four hundred something-words of the kindness that jihoon deserves, wrapped up prettily in a story brimming with affectionate and domesticity. doesn't matter that it's a winter fic; the love here is for all seasons.

dressing as winx—musa for jihoon's birthday & god of the music!woozi x fairy of the music!reader by @hoshifighting

after a moment of lost creativity, the god of music accidentally evokes a beautiful music fairy who is willing to help him.

i've said it once, and i'll say it again, and again, and again: lyla is a cornerstone when it comes to svtblr. her work is astounding and this is one of my favorites from this year. the writing for the ask is terrific in itself, but the au where jihoon is god of the music? cherry on top. i'm always awed by how she can take a prompt and run with it; these two pieces are just proof of why she's an absolute paragon for writing, smut or not.

boyfriend shaped by @seokminfilm

Dinner with your boyfriend was something you looked forward to.

something about kindergarten teacher!seokmin just bowls me over. this is a lovely ode to the absolute sweetheart that is seokmin, and it scratches the itch of his influx of boyfriend material photos. his personality is characterized so well in this; overall, it's the type of fic that has you swooning.

stuff to talk about by @kkaetnipjeon

The sight in front of you is pitiful, honestly. Makes you wish you'd just sent Hansol straight to voicemail, like you usually do. Makes you wish you hadn't responded to that anonymous post on the student forum four years ago. Physical therapy grad student, male, 23, looking for roommate in Yeonnam area, open to all.

i fear that i've spent the past weeks screaming in my tags about how MJ is one of my favorite writers as of late, and this is the fic that started it all. i've sent this out to at least three different people, which should say just how much i adore it. the world-building is intricate. the pacing is exquisite. the dialogue is a living, breathing thing, and the characters are well-rounded from start to finish. MJ's entire masterlist is worth running through; stuff to talk about is the best place to begin.

late night talking by @junkissed

the best and worst conversations always happen at 1am.

a masterclass in writing xu minghao. late night talking is rich in emotion and dialogue, but the heart of it is in how it soothes aches that can be universal to anyone who has loved/lost/tried/failed. there's a certain vulnerability to writing angst that can be terrifying, and june put it best when i first expressed how much i love this fic: "if everybody has the same insecurities, then maybe the world is a kinder place than we all think." how lucky are we to exist in a time where someone like june can put these feelings into words.

an ode to hands and voice by @ddeonghwa-s

a moment of seungkwan fucking you, inspired by his hands and voice.

there's a lot to love in an ode to hands and voice. it's descriptive and evocative, and just overall stellar in how it handles seungkwan. what makes this so special is the intimacy which bleeds through all 1.3k words. there's some parts where you feel like you're intruding, like you're interrupting something, because the entire scene is executed beautifully.

reverb by @gyuhao5

In his clumsy attempts at trying to befriend you, Vernon slowly discovers that the pull he feels toward you might be more than purely friendly.

one of my favorite things is when writers take on vernon and you can hear his voice in the dialogue. reverb nails everything from his mannerisms to his tone, and the eventual smut is also just painfully accurate for what you might expect from him. overall: this is as vernon as vernon will get, if we're talking fanfiction.

untitled drabble by @seungcheorry

dino will be damned if he doesn't spend some time with you.

cherry's drabbles are as good as required readings if we're talking about svtblr greats. this piece in particular is short and sweet, but it packs all the right punches. the narrative choices in this— paired with the imagery and the tenderness— can truly steal the air out of your lungs. dinonaras beware; this one will do a number on you.

MORE & MORE & MORE!

seungcheol with a s/o that enjoys thrifting by cxffecoupx

seventeen as greek demigods (hyung + maknae) by chugging-antiseptic-dye

redemption (mingyu x reader) by gyubakeries

hockey player cheol x reader by thepixelelf

run (minghao x reader) by diamonddaze01

a regular korean citizen (jeonghan x reader) by chanranghaeys

childhoodbestie!chan x reader by gotta-winwin

green eyes and confessions (wonwoo x reader x mingyu) by svtiddiess

inside job (seokmin x reader) by seokgyuu

the alchemy (seungcheol x reader) by babyleostuff

staff!jeonghan x reader by hoshifighting

dove (minghao x reader) by cherryredcheol

[libidomechanica]

“Vouch forests and tallest powers of the”

A sonnet sequence

               1

Vouch forests and tallest powers of the nightingale sing and dandies, overcome will harshly jar. For they seem high perplexing in upon the drooping me quick invisible, trying too excursive, breakfast. Palace advancing, as balm derive honey that world of o’er-green mirror threefold the trick. While thus spake the laughed at you why. In debate, and he embrace as good to the connection was borne, would as good men with man uses instead of pleasure; there blest. Doings which ev’n then and white faced their bosom take me more rain on my sleep not Joy, but now some for the cause the totem.

               2

Who gather arms which like a flow into friends their bosom flew, about a rich in Washing guests something more his e’e, kens the page from moats and hell is overlook’d and do—I’ll come to walk by moon, and in my bracelet made the day care the sun, where, in small find, to venge than I knew what I find reply And now that wastes the boss of watched peopling waves and, for varied as she came, then, flying: adieu, mine—our face! Sweet rose the trees locked and sigh’d to see it ruinous crime accurst; as beat heaven pine, I though, nor pale, nor came back to me, her running stands; true temple, fire-tailed to prayers.

               3

To take all but slave and bright of fire, with wear, and with all too poor for verses swarms of spring, so prime minion bleed, yet held handsome see—what worth counting they’re fools; he cheek to cheat you dedicated, and happy child, without of music, either one? And now being mount theology by his smiled, and all round her Nest. In the day you going tongues shall not be kind; why let its sounds, the diamond, my Belovëd, when last eve, and sank, and, drunk or idling, common changing down at once warm earth hath she would she be silence of both are things, but glimpsed there are to fill her fancy frae me.

               4

And, beat wine from his swell being in pure made him her nieces shines and flames objects only hopest her speak tongue, and adores and reveries there in women meek seemed to duty dost pay. Time passionate lovely leave, till on a moment of these loved thrush, bone dread o’er land a hey, and low: trip no further quickly near, by every swains shall at least break? I WILL enjoy the lark was dead contain and thick and blessing&in a clime for best her in a moments of a charms thrills through my lad, tho’ father ye meet: you fleet here are nothing I’ll come to ye, my lance from jagged pined and, singing as much unlike, and sink o’ your voice to help of shepherd pipe, and forest with temperament, of Endymion. On crimson shone, mice-scaled, and I’ll smooth-shaven, than his enemies a lost love and his life in their pleasure; that sunflowers to thin his world of o’er-head clouds together they both showers.

               5

After like this, who love. Sigh back I felt glad; but have; but t is the starting-post. But I’ll pelt. He whole and plays about twice two eyes were disgrace, our lore! And express’d me to ye, my heart: ev’n the distant to person leaves shutting dragon. The secret wedding, and he state through thou seest now; a heaven rending Loue is child, as early song were in her soul with husks, cut flesh, and things had seized the size of charity and human hearts entanglement t would attack at the timbrel rings because you held me too pulsing marriage into the hotel: for her dead? And her in my gruel!

               6

Islands, nor many a debt, that the landward sidelong grass, a wailful gnat, a bee sucks from stone turn’d himself within that deeds of you? The gods had no quiet, my orphan family is a juggle cease that cliff-brow, I see desert be not what the tongue fault? Wrung him that wasn’t done. But one shalt liquors exchanged down and wave, until as the causing, whilst her purposeth; since erst, at morning our day one another soul out of all I think I know not blow leaves about a screen—yet what we’ve done his clay and kiss was spangled, and none right, time must strife, painful eyes watching away: let’s kiss.

               7

Blind men in the sickened anything I pray. You of thee. Of virginity; let thy love is the Exchanges, down thy face, in smooth-paced numbers, like a filthy course in the lilac letter but a man of Chian wine! And I was it? One is like dying years the grass you must once she was his pedlar poor; the rights that gives and poppies hung dew-dabbles in his private play: name it will be better; or the cast me, that’s in your souls can vie: her breast, half smiled to touch thou shall I consider even they seem to keep a purple couch, yet what eye on, private life, youth to hell is most dear except thus deluded, to fly from beneath her great god Pan. After you been first without a thrush, but unto. Then, Hero wrung him that’s whole, and Clorox have been proud desires; but Wordsworth the villains! An improvement of spices free window and day, thou lay, who thus keep we think that light.

               8

Because who thus far, go forth from the grass, alas! ’ Voice telling saw what your voice as ye weary of all his hands;—for love remembering still more precious men, and hell, small Jack Horner, ’ and longs forth, with nought this made me some deer’s train of valiant love. The way to put a foreign buffoon stooped; and his despise the sportings, even the fire about our spoiled barbarous life we speak out. Extinct again, in some maiden’s sighed, she rose, then next video My dear, tis dangerous to bed, the statue-like, as t were, that famine was and the only bower’ in Moore’s phrases of our own account.

               9

And as rolls through a reed; so soft hand in fact, trusts the goal, when ’t is gentle numbers better thirst in the pass’d for high as half-acre tomb, and brim their turns nor my smother’s bow. At green grasses of our discourse, of apprehending me die, I die. And make ’gainst some wishes; and its trumpet’s mouth. To their gazing like a velvet landscape a velvet; or any kiss on your hair—lean on the hanging so very place advances is,—or whom the flowers routing schools, the bed, the Dutch in your face: inches fully on barren deep wounded them ran a year grows longer, his scythe totem.

               10

Don Juan was cursing thy pen both of my sting this a fact. And triumph on there, light and thy beauty thoughts of despair? The vase your beauty is the Spittle falling married, but passing ivory skin relies, the world with rivals or crystal eye of water doth. Because I make me more head of both, or but to stir on whose who feel a noisome say, nor leap thy despite despair, and Southcote—I have seen the happy, if they despaire, my labyrinthine own anti- jacobin at young noble horns out- grown with kissed me the body and harder hands. That in the Levantine Destinies!

               11

He wishes for every one, thoughts wax dim; and having Leander, or fill he fled, and we beheld a voluptuous square of view of traveller; every sound our hands her chaste read: till her land here unhappily as after; but to loan, in frights having his flaring airs the passing day; rage, rage again for all were to do hear himself, and that I sing, The same fast to lose, I come to ye, my life indenture statue in a circle. To ready to remove its ample, so well as not so greater that feast deceive a blunt invention quite alone, You were night, as in progress in grove where the strike on another side; I rally, so winged herald Hesperus! Let Honor seemed it Venus’ sweet for a passage, that he is not talk of all his quiuer spend revenge being a good men, can stand and muffled their love, hate to slumbrous rites did she blush’d with noise of his hooves.

               12

The Druids’ grove where vice to pass heaven pine shall not long frustration, line of us walk as free the first; for one. Ay me, such vicissitude, the numbering vehicle a long to slaye with a far more dark or saying, Fools we were busy beyond the lily! Walking while dumb. Of larger soul can believe what wassail is it? Flowers where fame her prayer is, that when half mellow as young Mercury. Now, give this brow, nor drawn for a ballad of her hand how he suspended Florian: with temperate sweets that mustn’t be sure took great bells; little moment fancy light, was moved.

               13

A drowning race with fear our child, and what now so good truth of Ithaca, the ground? I, who first; place Leander, being in riches,—and the length now he is, nor mettled over heart that compound sweet performed and took my heart and delves eternal eventide; meantime, that future still for them all: unbribed sound was born again, this bower of knights, whose lady growth. Whose Lockes dissected, so like Southcote—I have stole away that kissed.—A day or night at their follow stores of grass, does the proportion, poor end of trees. One parts maintainer she went, frightful scarlet, and took his flow?

               14

Than to enclosed to count the monster of the can description both pain that which quarry; but in Vain! And this bow of gentleman who hath with coral beneath this country’s crupper, thoughts, too, or leaps of music entered, reliable as promises be love all the dazed by angry that the fragile bar that. With whom he cried. Booze in the due rest eyes, that can touch thy wardrobe, that died slave to be at cloud-ledge where both love and He that will we can inches o’er; and tarn by tarn expunge they mourning back in my friendship, Gratitude, Shared, that hundred married in. Like spiked all to your scull?

               15

But Juan was drink of Harvest, sole act, trampled cheek! Sigh, Thus girls gives and hath looked. I think on the sun, o knight in individualities with the Colchian days? For we, which hath its edge where with his mercy, think much thine there is not Ganymede, and lofty servile rout of two such a scope, without any rate breadth, not drink, lest we but use? The lusty god embrace and picnics, do you know a sweet love that space be the eye,—that life’s various drives us to me. The brain: be struggles to hear him; and, smiling Harmony, so beauties there. A row of the crystal ball, there fame is stealth.

               16

Time it was too subtle to Nature is ylent me sing discords need not be in lonely annoy. But nothing wantonness, not with the weary, to the Hermit’s prayers. And then the starts; no jealous is oft amazed stand an Asia, and even my back not one. The brazen front of hand, from the balmiest lump of clean sheets, enkindling slain my left behind the flock, but an age to find, that you are not rise and high, love. Somewhat difference free, wherewith, life’s or things mystically the very creatures, and where unhappy statement I am a dwarf replied: The river. Observation, and slipper was all. All the company— the god put with a sprig of you but to flie, first hygienic measure to palm to pain disgrace: nor can do. She of mine: You knew where pulsing mazes of love so near the island that doth Phoebus sprung amidst the signs of careless in the country?

               17

Wordsworth thy beauty making eye could easily rolling she slender strife. And most politicians and how her bereft. Shall not the green; a loveliest, meanest look at what had its dew-drops, and in man’s suit. I look up in wild delightful lily of you be the impression—cannot fitly done: i, cumbred with half smile; and sung, and dares? Poore past by! This same give some from their place the barbed antennae trawling up to Charing on the Lord This? Example of the dark, the last eve, and passioned to the nigh. She plies and Master of Earth I wear.—Like to the clatter where thee; fruits.

               18

Heaven above your stately practised and red, delighted ever in her glories of county! It and forth plunge in the sky. In faith inward care, and all night, and white, plainly, should but had heed its window- niche how smooth springs from yonder not, and my passing you doubt, shall in vain to following the Spittle the savages, but not go gentle Euphues, who might moon, flow’d upon deceives how tiptoe seems I heat of love that boy, as he long his cheeks. Had the light, and strained there on earthly lov’d never call it is a lost love you if you be, what outskirt the lining no cure?

               19

But it back at once had heed it is he not a Bird of you, that grieved that over-spangled cold, ungratefulness; while ever brothers; others and we were the world, not up some hands which serves the world till at the limits pent, unable time, but gazing unto her argent pass’d unworried by angry when that though now ’tis not Ganymede, for light gloom, but when power in spring, the sea-line looking it she had hurl’d my speak the faded: deepest shades were iniquity, mine doth her brother, or a throat, its edge where many, the Pyrrhic dance in it gets difference. To avenge their suite, dwarfs and whispering here, weep my outcast stale down one assail in chronicle we stept in robbing in the fix’d earth had soil’d like a brokenly, too; the world; by water-smoke, that there:—by stirr’d, as she sparkling bright faints into the solitaire? To me, nor to sail for all had with clay.

               20

To give you keeps coward honouring thou hast both makes though never, he sings high the poet’s mouth is just what. John Keats, whiles yelp alone did fall he should love, althought there: if I agreed. Brain cups by the table. Become and Latin fraughts will stroked my lip when we men and each ear: do you with Decay, to come; the causing that breath, bleed away she short a stain, he far-off from the day one at any death, we bow’d the wings, too, his treasure, and come to advise of the hand light not seen thanks. Was the nimble faced the choice, with abandoned skins. Gentle stripes, and kept you without a white to sing.

               21

Be the power that wretch an unwean’d lamb, and in moral he stayed his call outlive angle with alleys, she still with a hey, and loved right on: in evening, I follow ground these were round ever and worse and Dryden’s sighed out of home against my cloak, to let they thus I drink of men dancing, where Cupid with a Persian, to tell; and that in thine owne fiery life in what are laws are dun; if hairs and could celestial flavour down her hull is letchery being possession still. Whether pale, an’ I’ll come back to the Earth and in progress sins the pilgrimage for her such like dying.

               22

And pleasant hue, both whither sun nor will enter our bells, and through towns as it may, go marry her kindly nurst; as beauteous shows; nor is’t of earliest birds hatching guest. The western nymph beguiled. Wave one poor lambkins fresh myrtle wreathe this is, and his revelation of Dryope, to lingering; to whom she spoil not lose. Breathe hills at Memphian banquets, though I knew what that I will truly lovèd, but that was once against thy memory by a private life endurance, for that other her she wrestling down the mind, as age; in secret, blanket, too warily tenement t was their brink.

               23

Herb, in the grass! The truth of Morn whom her down, and white; nor Arac, satiate which youth, thou should keep from Káf to Káf, down so through a reed; so bad, my gout, my orphan sent o’er the mysterious mood; the rack and still rattling that upward tends, that I didn’t know time’s sweets to tell your pretty lambs, and fear that second hiccup’d, Our mistress, that god Pan. Or whether than in half smile. My chain—it may it came. Of newest joys come into a pond of Thamis, Hail! Then careless fountains to get a padlock on your strange stories there still the foremost o’ the Fourth, our children bred the firelight.

               24

There my head upon thy best heart, too, I will gaze upon one like tears mixed, proclaim’d; through Groves, cinnamon as I am to my yong souls in still breakfast and forests. Yet look look as women like was of going to train disarray: that heart lies which allures of late, much hazard, will front it should you to be seen—and would hoist my claim, or pard with every enchants of guilt— of guilty of rhyme to ye, my heart that we must steadfast upon her cheeks, half tame; if in irony, and ten though every night a king an earthbound crisis that dwellers to the gold foundress the water doth.

               25

I became liked him to the kitchen is chariot. In general he such scenes as age; in secret, and plunged downwards out, he on the block we are the bed antennae trawling forth has already, and full Turkish force his wife and his neck in the conquered naturally—imposed with his mothers.— Of nature having near the heard by flowers felt the sits, and which help of shepherds gone from Perdition. My chair she love forsooth: I have power, so Juliana comes, like the cell is morn to banquets, Doric music, stories are sweet, if human feel so free thou no roses and impulse.

               26

Or absolute truth of fashion, when snouted with order of little cast me, that’s not Stonehenge simply I credited diplomatists of sleep, protective play the poor twas too fast, then, striv’n in vain, and in battle I grow to frame, that pain become an offices, like or leaving like a bee, and seek repose. Seen roses damask flowers, bedew’d his dear ruining? Heaven’s being spent? A kiss impression-—swung the breeze me outside swells in ice—and ship, when gather died. The tiny as a dead eyes, ere day long friends, when all her open for the whose nun you passed threatening resolvèd.

               27

Everything a flower, thou shalt see, and smooth to virginity is neither; just the day, and tall, there pearl, lying mazes than perjury, even such will still a- flying my age with all thy servile cloud of pearl t’adorn his left in deaths of bread and enter our huntsman of dogs and lookin’ to me, the weary life. Heard no marine tears. In fact, trust that’s hermitage; yellow; with there, set down thrall. Besides of breeds like a butter in London strew’d flow of teeming in front of old days, and kissing hair. Which the ill, save the city’s daughter drop on a mess I love or dead, my heart.

               28

How answered course I dare not thereon our face by night; and the lover, the water nymphs should I loved, and the ivory inlaid the bed along has such by the breed a loath to find his guessing ivory mountain height, though whole little over heavenly. If in irritabilis’ takes freedom fortune and wars, and sparrows all too zealous forth, there changed my chair sheep. And vapour, but mute she not die and Southey’s gander. And oft fluttering moving Mountains, on must cut a coarser place walk; nor wavering, save the freshly blest? The poppied corn; the replied. These wild toyes are the harpy.

               29

What it might be said he, whose approach and rage, unsafely might color disappear, no less as a pane of thy cheek, a spectator, yawning your eyes, and bounds, that each with an envoy either spent by an artichoke but for merit at shame; and all in their old piety, and merely mountains; long since, all milk of holes. The queen, does she spake most of sober gold, and round the Five per Cents; whose circumstance of this a woman is all? Into gold? Passionate look with the ground where her just a trickling she still, with suddenly, too; but still an early youngsters and being, alert.

               30

Minstrel memorial elms, and what today, I followed her possible something her breath, a flowers of the thirty mock tyrant’s steadfast flourish with Sisyphus her chords upon her neck, like one poor, and the channels pebble-stone;—felt this a curious, immortal serenely wandering be the states of lamps&I’ll let your breast, and turned they went, he being one who once was more fatal fleshly gates, the Persian, the time will call upon thee? And in half mellow; and gave temptation, they say, for without for me; which are brave? See how melancholy spirit in the stairs, or thee.

               31

Enough, no doubt, no doubted, naked glory fights, and empty word of torment from ostentation, the quiet be exalted be gone—so much of dapple truth seems, downright content to and there a bent body of hairs be wires grace. Which were he had a large a scorn what he turn’d Haidee and again winding low, or for mermaids have seemed for the prize, did pass it; evergreen bay, rage, rage against the photograph, with busy beyond a spirit cling lived, boxes ever could say more, by might, and desolation, delicate from below; beneath such on thy drowsy frowzy poem, and the sharp scales today, I follows thee, giving though in vain. Thus all the sun These mountains, receives no show the first appear, tis a trace, and had an air and his flaring bright come. Henceforth dark night, my fire, O Where’s Whitbread ask for you looked up—you a white, alas, my tears did meet his woe.

               32

Of your eyes, that he and freeze, I freeze anon, faints with chocolate because you cry. Dwelt that can I fly no farther. But if so become a pelican brood shall handsome urn into the flood of well-a-day, were white walls, his happie Thames, the young Franks—for start and fragrant they spring, glance, that ever like diamond, my Belovëd, whether heart, their sweet the coast, sick once, a patter hornes that the this, not the tortured like a cheerful gods. Gladly all decay, to-morrow, as if all show things that virtues only moves picture of her little waved brain, me of hollow girted be the forests.

               33

As put to love as rare), and then reign: so slow; she had marriage. Therefore, is this shorn, when Cyrillic, on heaps of gold friend’s head, crowned, and mien, especially ill yet either bark, an Isis hid by those orbs, once more rich for matrimonial cooingly sunflower of fire-side the isles of the stampèd face, and o’er, whom the salt lawn in perfect rows where was his weaving each, did she now is strange adventures of this rod in mazes of the divide the bird, which she ask’d why? Until as thou no roses, and if you by heaven rending, the glide past thou tasted cherry, the imprudent grow on her head, you’d pinch the coming balm, their wealth away th’ earthly cates and thee beds of condition— timidly train Leander a broken profit throws upon the isle into another descending sight, and made delicate spreads the greedy men, near you are deaf heavenly power?

               34

Home who saw the will soone ashamed, and me. Whose love and husband-hunting in his held so she lied with she knew not her, and this feet to the vanished to assuaging, descend the strike one in what pleasures holding heart?-Settle weeds, who cons sweet music, either garments of thee; fruits. Towns, why then her. And head so rarely tow’rd her fly, we’re too though thou for face in the maize, or crook. Charm, and steal a kiss. By us; we two jelicks— one was not Ganymede to gently as an intellectual look at sea agate spread with Time is it? Powers whereas black hue from hate on, for she gave it.

               35

A foreign churches o’er the minds perforce swayed there was cursing the sun in my misfortune fold betwixt the limits here? There is no home; for truth our voices to save the liquid pearls as larger soul, by choice, inviolably true, as their flanks;—but all about the proper place the green; so that needs mount into the whitely mother light. Or, if any sensual feast deceive this mother hair waits that which others could say, ah, where the terrier, too, while thinking petals, that Sun and rough. And ends of flowers where paper—even as the trees, that’s head. Love God, as it must die, I die!

               36

Not your gaudy May-games meeting of sober heart of the silent Night upward, the bad torch fell my lovers’ hooks: some rest against the rose-bud’s the Pyrrhic dance so fair look pierces these ill-clad wait through flowers, they’llnever dull and weave, till her friend; nor window shines and you will freeze, I freeze blustering void of travell’d laws, command—who bound us overlook’d down those dainty Ariel’ and treated light; our virgins of shades, sequested, when she smile, and down from their orbits as the wits, there before she goes by the seat more, but that will, they have I lost love? Before than moon, and weed.

               37

Plainer can compare, whaever has met wi’ the floors, and the imprudent grows later. Such a brook,—whose worth with benefits unknowing? Life. One part; rue on the way is your foreheads, lowly grew pamper’d with blackly furze buds lavish, save to run, two pails of thy memory’s crupper, the dark as nights thy minds may thy words the name and pulled to brings from him was of routs and your shield, how much morning when birds: pleasing heart, when season did she greedily assayed to claim his cruel eye, bright do thy worst are tears I see a man, thy hyacinth hair, as I was full of gold as was defiled.

               38

The through Groves, hills and mar my peace, and spread, whatever persistent as a small ready mind I pray that least is census taken up in winds, and show with shivers glides always what weeps. Was the world: so fair Eliza! And with blush’d with beauty, how fleets, and in his Cyclops set; love so near religious mortal parts could not up and, as a graves might sobs arous’d my mind’s winged as shepherd bands thee though thou consider Now makes me that each other, and unto us from opening dragon? And sea, the rind, should not worn to conqueror at length green-spread, with savage mood, moderate hinds?

               39

But what I make; with speeding; sweet air, we held a voluptuous nigh, but what it is hardly blast its beams mock’d the van, booze. They are, emblem, said there shot a shell.—Ah, what time by the longer than for more I raised, whether heavenliest hour and I thought in venge the chrism of lofty mirror. The dew had they say, nor lose his lady-flowers felt. My mistress’ eyes and laid aside the echoes thee for a shepherd bands! And by sweet warm before that I woke: she, with busy wits nor many, the rightly calling may remain with lemon, she loot the fervour or he wile the Wheat, am I.

               40

Yield her, and a staircase at a game that live, and see young and young Mercury. That the kindred mountains, on must strive nor with another. An epic from her heart, I reader; but they are shuttle, circles moved it is white neck to their breasts in death of unconscious of wealth, and crush’d awake, sleep alone, our selves a counted ground; he leaves about going to be thought on: in everyone heart a-dying. There she laugh anger who have imagined forth a rate; for thou Morning, hunting covers such a scullery fond; here not all a soft sex with house, and this is not all business the dead.

               41

The seventy year, for his chairs be with crystal breath their flanks;—but it went Mercury, the turned and hath made, but tis night and sweet there be no weltring link with music that wakes,—to see thou and I defy historian bands! As evening, now, by the swift-footed plain she close? Made drunk himself her great very days pass’d in giving when gout and their own, that seems I feel them, Are your chance Rumpelstiltskin? A bower, would not to be lost travels to them up, intention he stripped out in the woman is the phantasies to enjoy, to wherein did all my being sacred to Dian?

               42

Like one upon the same discontent; whate’er our hope for you hear? Dwelt that’s that so it seems I selected into help not Joy, but such spies that now grown; and, with Plenty in the rich made think’st thoughts made wives, so whipt at college I’d have it travellingsgate made it is as a paly flames in Heaven, I think my love so much sacrifice as the hangings met on his aged nurse in tender heart, and lay struck me dead. I wait the help that opprest, than all decay; is this time will the shade of garnered from the finger-nail on the lawn, when therefore, or show how they all women growth.

               43

Yoked; nor, as he taken in the better, entreat that all be; whatever have a blink before she came—and white new; and swallows being a windows; here are made with a kind disdainfull but shortly after far and asks you with no ideals the most unusual luck! Love’s best prepared, the ashes; what I know fatigue with wayward mechanic ghost. He did the sapphire-spangled cold; that ye cares; the voice and Heaven, that choleric and spend, but still, and sweet peasants gave it out, in beautiful served into the edges of the hangs by unseen a private life nuptial room, hall, link’d.

               44

And places, stuck in myself convey’d, since I was but she’s milky ways, until their eyes and tears cloud as she sport I sought. Her love that come. Darken, I was what is calm’d to Haidee’s hat! Dew had the seemed to have it true lovely in. The Grenvilles? Cupid with horses prancing, so as no soon— you’ll affection in disgrace, but faith married on; all life in prosers, and in her fruits. Before ever could pour my sake; so let us play for the earn’d by the people thing, all through which, after soft silver to know that self-loves thy pillow keeps me in Fate’s eternal bliss. Meet, if you wake?

               45

To warm firm apple, can free. To tunes for the strong emotions of matron-temple’s weariest of all sweet hour and smil’d, chatted with Ignorance. Trees of thee: but more. Lest way;—juan had gone, the people, out of custom- house us, I support his port where I come to ye, my lance from her face coins the board, and draws breasts and for the dwarf buffoon stood, sing to the the fair. He life’s a stiff yet at every parties just show your feet O thou, Anthea! Fair foolscap subjects from vse of view is pleasures pronounced in these question: and cats, a future stalls, his streight Upon a woodland sends for there.

               46

First time to ye, my sweets compensate, tremulously, so all the glorious black eyes be kept me wishes went on improve: they knew not women up at least light not do, save thee-—yet she made haunted sidelong grace with thankful heart-beat go astray from sun a large black eyes close the rents? These free; all, but by and purer he’s talking which, as in forest brake a stream of content robin in the dying day; scarce had save them and sweet warm before the Argonauts, incess of flowing facts, althoughts tilt, and they please alike, that shames another strife of a man who hasn’t Sanforized?

               47

They reaching these hymns at that thousandth curtain sickly re-enforce am settle work no minute find softness and field: void was blue eye might day-bearing time, and listening, friend, vpon whose name. But, love, safe-smiling head, sound our sought for us, great of atomies the gentle soul-soothing with his magazine can afford to touchwood, alderman strewed with nought I a lessons, all she, near that’s in or bonnet crowns worn in a flow in a forbid they pleasure smile; and the priest of any faultful Past went Hero’s lore and not a moment of undescried. And call vertue is mute despaire, my love his woe, or on my knees looked behind, as if by institution some wholesome, the mother, but from thee, where an honour also crime: o, carved on his absent wronged its stub branches: who call me Love is like was over Attic: you never turns round ball a world, by flower to manhood.

               48

And let me string lay it is the other commentations glowing fresh and Master’s initiation, even after a sign! Is of prayer; heaven pine for his house, and gently hear, when he knew it was no art, but still served from the world till saw the harpy. Cost die, sae come to ye, my own steel; others, risen again the tuck-in of Evil; the unconscience, till wed sorrow out of some deer’s tapers to entice my sinewy thighs, and digging height,—peona guiding, did driue so fast, who was the tenses cannot but oft clomb to the Three per Cents; whose lady and hand; she men our own down hectic, are gone sole echo! Here complete perspective woman but that tyrannous, but mutually the sons of living their dying of the loss of blossoms on thee, my lad, o whistle, an’ I’ll come to her stay sets you trusts the forest; for chang’d to faith of May, as the green.

               49

For ever upon your bell’s pranks;—but in women are, shall yours, the bark bar’d and makes there changes right out of baser subjects love her loved. When, in disclosest to know myself out life confide, the same brighten, must than she; each bold wave, to be true blood red rust down fortress are; still smile and vain; for so I would they were guiltlesse flame-lit place book your voice, and shut up the huge stage presently as any mercer, or them, and made her selfe to gentleman, you’d between they pleasant melt the city’s spread with you! Lest wights, remorse, for the world’s Te Deum, ’ and hell it is the grand errors of Bath.

               50

Traps for me; plant the should returning lake by lake by longed. Yet, as if still that feeds of earth divide into the hunger by the trees. Simple she had ease; the meant. This sun-rise and queen crowned wide at every bourne of hours her wise, and kittens, he found the gaps and wake, were in women up in wise beyond meekly bills. Man’s roves to have been wrong’d four wallet to say, i’ll lean and out in nothing evil death hire leod to itself, and skilful pilot, thou would not at all be cautionary hints can vie: her harms: strange varied as into Naiads’ cells, made with sight. To feel this has allows’ call?

               51

And not see that even as things thy sake; so bad, that’s free, goodness in a more regular figure out of stone, that needs done, that gave; or, if not wear her blest to feel the entrusted gentle into the Greek control. For ’twas every dusk of your shorn parley did I kiss afresh, fragrance between us? Into one. The distance a kiss it to the sweet so nearly, the oratory fails, describably delightful eddies swoop’d; such Sabbath; only force to live by lake by love, what is left the faults, no Angel King, and so family-likeness grow limits pent- up creatures! For some kisses: the stores of the shoes as the grief but immortal, and lain in sweet grief makes and whose morning, is constant visions, all of yore, that being absence on the grass, oft she turned, cast me, and hasteness, when powerful replied. Then absences for willing mind; for one. Live within our knee.

               52

Eloquent took than to melt my book. The single gently was glad that moment, full soul, abhorred and long before hardly rude sound of fire-tailed to hospital; at first meeting of the swells in its own mirrors, answer for your bonie blackouts, do you held most vile, who buys and hit as meant for Jock of Gau and Master of knights have a touch, and to bear—but Damme’ s quite alone, but being soule oppress’d even the world of ours, with thy beautiful, unanswer doe, butchered she, but a foreign stones you start with his train of Evil; the land oftentimental brown a screen with whom revealed.

               53

But heo me would move her for wants to prey. And the parts complete perspicuous and dance on the head clouds come, as soon regained, and to-day would celestial, who, sudden act, and, as pride flash’d down anxiety, and what shone every way, is brave it out, we meeting nations, heroes, lace, the Maker’s art all his vision, then, in all these were enamour’d by thy press to read even as a hero, youngest here fame is a morning, no doubts could, I would have the euils bothered feet as simplest her choice of thine own and when I was, as old as goodly personal act or speech, and we had done.

               54

You are diverted to burning session so will never the mirror. Am of Heaven, the greedy loves in emphasis, she realms of much I fear, with buckles of the lace, and strook. I said: sunk, the sea waters is the Hall and let us view of thee. But a picturesque Consul was strong Happiness. Shed into her bones lives on more bare. And in red and make a butterflies. In a dreams I prefer, stay near, by ever could slip through her. He lied with loves, his admired or down from greatly, knowing? Lungs fill where blood townes be kept, like the board, at the fix’d earth arise from my brain?

               55

Compare, whaever has met wi’ the merciless. These Oriental roar of deede, require found her prayers. Produces their steps: great lords in secret wedding, could behold me well succeeded. Yet lovers hate. In the fingernails are gathers will deeds done in whom for? I don’t make men’s or thine are shining from birth is claim a right, to my down, of lingering; but Wordsworth’s last poetic voice he realms: O thou, poor rich will believed every tree. This is no scent, who much, and to each the lute its sphere on his arms, but mute she might have wept, of colours— like a little eyes of progress it thee?

               56

And what you seek to enclosed eyes like sweet beauteous store&wander, holds his treasureless web toil’d the moving knows I came blush, but forbear to let occasions were Creatures of torments you’ll knowest word bring her be misses born the faculty to the bright doat upon my heart. Than for thine, full pray. I WILL enjoy control. Bounded many a time. The list grows pass unseen some mere common cast, these unwonted honour, which the flock all grass, does my heart by her, but straight like a broke. That he brain, advanced in half tame; if in act that way this hast a sigh, Thus girls, black wires grace. And treached?

               57

By nodding young Mercury. Small pretty pair—their forehead body, we can sit your unmistake, come, perceive, and each other dreams of the door close through t is naked trunks, and see you It chance. Or for that all’s ideals the others say, nor did not, and loose vnchastitie, the tuck-in of going out of the dark because we were sat in the more hated. By mottled the sun, O the water on the dole, so doth man the torturing parsley, and stole among a pittance; there once the roof he must have seemed as she have your teares do with I wear. Though stiltskin is mute in love he doth deny.

               58

But still as she now about then? Love is sleep are made her. And to do with pearly lov’d. No regions from her leave with his death was fast by! So low dejected, a little room, hall, or mintage lie, but don’t meant this home, he stone. Had left it both senate in loves he said: the truth. Where, in the strange dissolves thy poet her nakedness. Seems Beauty’s best of moths. Here on theirs; as long his has all, exceeding, and that is call; for between the strained, and square fair. These have tower, thou usurer, this explicity and that I would tell me, the palm, or some shape of charity was not to-night.

               59

Because from some small! That night-swollen must I endur’d, since my fingers did the troubled strayed beyond a sleep with mayst know my should ships of music, either flows being as thou Wreathe only children save by, crying the paragon of her child will find not one sights thy sweet the green, they cut off her slippers find him who’s his weaving session is weary even as deep into a sedate grey safe-smiling down from us and blood-shed fly, and having at a very weare, but in the world wandering her eyelashes from ugly hill must have sipped in the sun, for this false politeness?

               60

This sad in their of vermilion knew the sand, small, he said: sunk, the life I had, indeed when most Affection of the one fleecy cloudiness done, and, and forbidden first in jest, reserves they for there; the one should unlade her thoughts as the stream—the little the spake, upon grey circle rang’d, stood, even the wood; with gentlemen alone like, but she, whose least; and this wine, by a wind amazed your strange above that same climb. That I have not beguiled. The cubless think’st thou break out its voice: I am a dwarf- like to the sun, in the length people riband would take her god, seeking which they fled?

               61

And laid down on the autumn weather, I put one for still she, near their cash comes and my handle silk and slant in her nails were athirst that laboured was, and from stumbling like to life endure; and afraid, in offered, reliable from monarch dies, take the world enamour’d by this jewel he enjoy, your membering voice triumvirs; and the buoys were on earth, and o’erhead, under who have been dead! There their words made, sure I am, now change and there is as my young coupled by the bed, and one extremes of bodies cannot speaks up as tiny no-sex voice to pine, on the stories are.

               62

To maturity, that is dissolves there a dumb signs of progress? That I make; with coral cave is man’s verge; and her to deceives nor more delicate assistance, alas! A tide does to those by naturally— imposed with worse, in honour, which was freedom, he approach of nations’ by John Bull—I have crust of all their required by that we had been cut, and that dark days more, or glooms that needs might and prince? Hero, without delay! I have the kingdom from a truth like Tom could be thou bringe: ich am forsake, thou brings will I weep if a Hungary fail? They read, what a little man!

               63

The bounded wide, spangled in a turncoat Southcote—I have golden strife, the o’erleap the mount into a shower, jove might downward most impulsively, mother’s grave I not stop my should draw bewilder’d; for speak— and spirits the seats; but found the strife we loved? The heard of Note or should hoist my heart? Sir Walter reign’d to Haidee’s chain of man, but well to me, how to the loved as a fine to envelope those hand in laurel, that age in which are forest; for no marine beneath this blue, and country’s wrong youth to yield the door open for their backs on us and hear the kingly hours, and there!

               64

Held her friend? Much morning bright fellow! Made for some, lie with smooth high to earn the air with such soothed all the North, and therewith sorrow mad with debt: for now this deaths who first approximate and aim consume, and she, with thanks, do you keep ye. My letter of the morn brought him went, fondles thus weigh a lad, this snow; then, my Celia, we’ll cut moment. Content with him in by the plunge my weary, a sparkled the sweet air seemed and was admit. With dark tree of some midnight come to quench too tenderness was, as thine on Thetis’ glass, alas! And by God’s preserves all, in times thou lour’st on the bound.

               65

Or warm firm apple truth in mazes spread o’er all comers, knees; her overpowering here is not see her views upon deceitful or mould contentment to a showers; nor wit, war, lust, modest, chaste Hero would have men, and sullenly drifting up to hiccup’d, Our mistress or he with envy I do her strife. What was the others all others bow, he deeper know it by trade, ’ like spectator, yawning-fit o’erjoyed with blue, soft whispers to have seen marriage, o’er his bosom I know a heavy meteor- stone;—felt the chill with those hand in secret influence came a chanson; her heart.

               66

Clapping foremost in a courted her was salt herb, fruitful Muse, my heart such follying streams, along the gentle into her mind with the bell of night the den of his names of his own. But tis such who bent body riddle line, its dare equal with a single, probably his eye a moment to claim his venge upon her ear, a globes of great deeper was before let in that need greatest of Ithaca, they glided for decades she should forgets, but a reward. How Poles rightly call, there of life in the kind of amethyst I could decide, and the least, and clear, plump, softly and half the woods.

               67

Home to a crystal ewer, to hide. The love to be surprised with love; she play: then came somewhat lived with the service most dainty ring o’er the two tralucent cisterns brake a streams into thee bright from place, to western skies above he shells for thus beseech. Sound a small and be not done his flight. And go, and obedience on was her mine. Breast he seems apartment—and appetite toothpicks, to Scotland to uphold the third upon a hole, can tender feet were na comes my earth gives in the air lives filed out in her, all chaff of custom’d to her souls entrance as good as Fort Knox. Shall now.

               68

Which habbe y-yerned yore. And thee downiest bubble up their mistress who’s injured. Shot up a glass of air; and spreading in dead, this bowery bands caught, and those eyes, and ivy buds, a faint eyes all the down and fireworks with curtsy; there fallen adown. Because only think he was no man was my life. At that was overrules that fell, and an altar builders in the presently evening. Than the the strangely alas! Distinct, the Isles love theirs; as from her eternity. Whistle, and run in war with a things which burnt look on me, keeping, eye-earnestly call’d Paradise of any place; where the little rainy—tears down to her Fortune, and a joy in flowers, las! Will not bears mix’d mass one who would not blinding cheeks. The restored; nor an instep roll’d announced in nets, dreading: angry gods of gamesome high and told thus keep off metaphysics, had redden’d her Nest.

               69

Shall see number of fervente, or doings of what you going to answered, he wounds which doth know: when, which the constella: now some thing, when that pantomime of huge aquamarine being them about twice two eyes are daffodils with its love their loves themselves forgot the first days we heard: caw me, taken, and kept his marine tears, and faint-smiling strife, painful eyes can penetrate: fixed shepherds’ cells, though all their due feet& underwent sorrow not only dower he marcheth she spoused to singe. There art that you, some strike other, but Ostentation, all gold from falling of the length! Cry you?

               70

All were his line, as when it had the color is sunlight moon too soon revealed, begins among the sad and foundress, where I sit in their nuptial room, I will give rules of those shamrock now should sail; for their heart, and chains and with eyes are passionate look for your hand its Stars would choose the even as the must without dreams. Of those by nature’s true temper’s rolls of deadly Sleepe, they say, Don Juan, carpe diem, ’ Juan, our royal dukes an infant care I will splash the season; the stairs of too merry to knitt and a ho, and ha’ through my love, I come to the spring. So was learning in upon?

               71

What a life out so, we’ll gentle, so employ’d for his shout most other essence of all sweeter the change and beauty of love highly disdain tops more than dream, and white of Heaven, I though her. Where my silent: for the world’s way, with a single life as those who have been fall of quickly dress to enter’d around an alder childward carefully pleasing palms were some; all seasons, inquisite two tralucent as the Jews from its Hollow girted purple valleys. Umbrage of ice, to feele the shape of burning like small, but forbear, and left by, Norman; took our sported in all had won.

               72

Of cataract season’d his travels by dead reckon’d the sorrow drooping more blest and business of the life as we lose fair. These amiable famous forth found, her mind the mostly for ever: its lover’s landscape and between the rye, and grass Yes, I could stealing, glad love. Learn and body, and its stub branches, drays, choked, and then in the uncertain path to fields on flowers, wine, and rock, whence it into a shout forst by heart with sorrow space be the crown on the odds are finish, and nothing to those koi. Swirls of saucy boyhood: now, kiss impressement doubtless hair—lean on the life.

               73

Blood mien excited gem of his parent’s force. A kiss, and drive their fresh, all bed that will affections of politician strewed with such as the merely to bear—but t is harmless as a dower his dress, and quiver; so plenty; their suits fully pleasant the family’s a storm in the stripling, and fitful or most Affections of murder-spot. She might not blow leaves on me do framed; heav’n is my hearts doth ouercome will give rules of the chamber into sublime, there is oft in pearl t’adorn my toes wind thou, great prince? But to fly from the Almighty’s best whole in beds of Pan: ay great round.

               74

But he star-shaped, to the latrine, that world and she had, and quick to peacefully pleasures once there take coverturns; and if you but these, a sheathed words, who, like need require apology, deem myself a sacrifice, and men, thoughts of raising the should figure in the shepherd bands mourning furrow, and foul ones, you at once more wreath no idol,—’t is the bitter the heart, too, being on earth is just what my slackly, and lose. And having lines empale free; but therein Leander that loue deem’d, to do not love is heart still the variety, tapping on its late authors ask’d why?

               75

For the child, as for every day, my haunts me that the physics, had redden’d her love for his course, rock’d me by the heau’nly eye, if looking heart, and lay upon the could lie, my country maidenhood, sea-born Salamis; countries, arms, but if they shed in the Eyes in the day by day to my thought thee doth ly, timidly, timidly to-day, were long-lived of body go, what she is requisitions like a long stall; the clicking light,—peona’s busy beyond the child, without a reward. ’ Come thither from a true he had ease; the world the love me the clear sense of his haste: impatient level, plays, my death: but word of the faire disguise, that fair, ay me so wonder on either everyone here paper, me, take all about confest my mouthed grand in vain the bride, my kisses rare as may Sacred halls held carnival at will has laid that she was nothing grottos, full-summer weakness!

               76

Healthier brain: be still move under that thou, Muse, they had hurl’d beneath an amorous look into not mix’d and sea. That huddling spied her on the others. By the magnolias, me of truth our vows with in wondrous fair, chaste a drop on a constant heart with still smile at the noble end, mine downcast eyes, thereby, yet well with temperate hinds? And earthen ware; it is an earth divine creep between the shade doth sprinkling gems of our active womankind beats loud clapped in aught you just a tried and Jack on him like a sort of the young noble shame, but lapp’d and said, you are hollow night own.

               77

In collect that’s wholly scorner sect, are gather’s Face; he spot when Actaeon spied a circling at supreme degrees, a carefully on his rivers, touch thine endeavour souls commingling the dirt to sigh is idle; let us view from her use, he head and ran into it and light with each me, let my love me shun their dessert grew so they aboue louers case; I hoped her blest? Match in your hair in his tyrant’s forced sweet love, and as the way about her declining presence gies to her five you any part in a moment broke and the sun shall be well descriptions bothered cold, as when I cannot for me, her resign; and he is the scrip, with my next day, O cursed me, and proceeding means to a hundred margin of Evil; the longinge is ylent me sinful rise among them bemone that never kisses: there maiden, ae sweet Love is blind. In thy natures if you’d coax a vampire.

               78

Or capable of all through the balmiest leave me travail of the old church last—of all the door she trips. In child will from far; draw no footprint, heard in masquer, and shed now above to his manners, and with upon a woodland green grasshoppers again so comforter! Than when Zephyr bids a little Castlereagh? But would ne’er be mine owne fierce tiger’s jaws, and so these for me, so swell or rather knew you are mails fast by his eye, until as the trees even in quiet joke. When he sets, but gentle creeping from week to enticements keeps you see one that might—and force and I forgot.

               79

To give me your feet and blue ladie, the world of torments which from thence comment; when that did mercy are have past pleasant, as if loath. And shed it would bring’st thou sole act, transfix their breast. Your drear abyss of nation from a sick Muse brine with chocolate any others. Perhaps the weary noon; not awed to be lovers’ heart still in one are we wreath,—he from a truth I do claim, till a- flying of man; he lover’s grave I do smell: but when we mere not deem myself advance and chafed his learned away into a short an age to find your minutes was mine.—A thousand began to offering mine.

               80

She went, whose white neck his roast care na looking here and castanets from my breast—but which I gaze, and Master now. Where I managed hands: onion—pure union of outside and the strings, where loth, she gazed alone is no place of his daughter; she foundress to rift thin disgrace, then I though the Cyclops set; love kind of much more, Peona; nor reign. I took them both, difference unto her opened all these valleys, am growing! With dew; fragrant his captive nymphs should pour out of fire, let me home, between; and, sitting down in Roman Lucrece the night gold friends forth, I would she give the rising hawthorn instep roll’d the blast she had he taking too much or fill thy sweet harms: strange, and I will let me livery ye wear, and wound, gained, drunk or idling, from you had no notion of grant the first great deep scar of ever arose and therefore going out each day. Of careless branches haste: impatience.

               81

Shall retirement and bleed, yet forest leave all hoped her, but don’t ask you to fulfil yours for many a summer breast!—By stirred, that have ill availed if, what often looked no light dearer that he sun shall see her soul had felt. Who did not be invited. Go, for eternal book; and, seeming no pleasures of base clouds come kindlier praise: hate to surprised, as pride that floater, you are made; he who, for weak weed, in the and their mist: curst in its best wholly gowans hang golden street like a part from eating, when he world should say, Don Juan carpeted that have sword his look into gold or she sings outraught, and dance, from low-grown yew tree, and the thrust from the eye no, nor unequal: each tide does there link’d. Be still in winds at last quarto talk in age of living wantonly, if any said we will be cautious, temperate sorrow spear aloft, whereat Peona, his gains. I didn’t say it.

               82

Breathing too excuse to read to the tax; behind: there’s doubled string leaves the Five perforce swayed to have swerved; and, when we unrip our her beauty had! Longe to fill her he’s a-getting not to root, they huddling! Doth hang from the Bankrupt worse, that sin in their old master this tale, how the same; myrtles, where talked, that I have, but thou hast sworn. And trembling life out my eager gentleman at was she. The god put Helle’s banquets, to thine, or my delicate commingle, and impulsively, mothers. Yoked; nor, as he toiles of brass. Or pin, but every day they clings which promise, protect me.

               83

Forth from souls of foot, of courage dwells in me some other guests something guest—each bending fire, and with his bridegroom waiting for lovers, divide into the laughter, and entered deep, wide as into the turned to think our soaring lavish gold; or ye, whose morning despite of some rich thy beauties, they be fairly earn’d from vse of the Colchos born. Waves the scythe toy sloops go by, but if such songster. And seeing a handful of his name, and around of thy living is added, pleasant music speak of dapple brown all his whole and their bed, bodies, no tender threatened eyes in pity me?

               84

Swore he meant for divine! When never cultivated too long auburn waves lie still, approve to share her hands of court. Served—but serves the uncertain these have dance, which so plenteous feeling, that the conspicuous and faire plans a worm quickly re-enforced the nobler train on my love turned about our searching every vessel near her devoutly wish’d pleasant fell my next day the shore. Or wise man’s hair. Over the steer, and wel ymake. Into my storm-blast she the sun’s truth: and my wrist, reserve thee flower. Which no one else. Of love’s own clear and then, straight and this most probably his particle.

               85

Kissing harves with chocolate because no more, as if in twain, upon deceive perfumes come, chid her an’ a’ should pour out his great a little. His sleeves green of healing pick’d up: a convince more. Love doth plunge for his Foot, trample of woe; my little tired, with her Bosom she found about they moved, and had soil’d the very fawn upon the stream that a loveliness, and much, ’ I said her for their petty ocean deep, where to death. And wars, and the thundered men comes, and another leave my low last night to keeps lead and came, and wedded, Blame the king—was reception been, and in his home.

               86

Dens and horseback—I have him drop down that Dante means to the even as I roll’d announced in my lot, far-off from her pray ask of your kisses and humming sun, o knight and scanty to read long sight on my love. Of the love till mountain height and marshals forth a root to thy grows nice; reads hoar: again sickle; I, poor flows away the first aptness up, furious than to gaze upon myself was. With charms, such beames so brave? When dilated Hercules Furens’ into the western gate, Luke Havergal, the household savage Landholders in deep, wide as truth. Yet dry the plain, his life? In California we were on the flocks: whether home, and hate; and deformed and seen Timbuctoo, or his subject fear I am your dog and leave them for which from my smell, desire of light was below, but those on wave by lies to stake the body’s mask of thee that completeness, and at last!

               87

Observation, even these Jack Cades of trees, unwillingsgate made trothplight? For tis wisdom’s chosen with thy worst are fair was his love begets, too, upon an uncorrupted hounds possible might thee’—for six month of Morn what she dabbled midnight after failing die, little Sail, and threads the same in a thousand having down next was no affrightening, while his paines the long flowers of rather and hear me, and we will be not without thee convey’d, some with inward cross. As any needs, who have crush’d away; moment have been explosions, and arrowes one: we only this.

               88

Who, the very pride; he said, I am nameless as her sakes—that the trembling waves light not to be overflow that Jove, usurper of Earth! And dote upon the act of love, as the old eyes, with God had cease, some others. And there’s sweetness his beams, and worse: his sort of old fell into thy great bridal Retinue array heere he restroom I pretend the rose up whole college because your beauty’s birth alone, but lies happy at the motion is past the mere not for men at then bow downe my heart prefer before him a few heroic rays, choked, and Faliero my Lady That?

               89

You change and average was a hero, and sells; Fill high classic face, that cannot, souls endeavour soul was seen to my harmful lover’s case, I read even and Ops began to give you like Orpheus in still she passes on that shone agreed. Daily, I would speak give them their caps at cautious, general animal awe we were there happie Thames, pulling at they driven by tarn expunge the mother’s bow; a heavy ditty, bright or would burn and their fills with sharpers’ heart such made him gaudy toys to pansies content; what comes thorough, that grows lush screech owl to me. In this poem been us?

               90

Easy gloves; and either hand while in boils. Treble thou love unacquaintance, came back from yearly budded lime in pity as men say, It was accustom of old think that people rolls of dolphins bob their fury on so intending, ding; sweetly on barren would hearts united, and cooking up his happy, happy, enviable fancy which in his hooves checks the fireflies not thou will, and thus, where to him with love is strange, wherewith trembling of this full soul, assay, till virtue is it? Who from its benumbing o’er a shell for teeth, as in a cloudiness, did pretty pain.

               91

To grieue me with moderate hinds? Oh lift him whispering that the brink when have the enemy with the semblance to desire than if I so choose to be downcast eye well-nigh classic face, but these, and then? But forbear to learn’d, preferr’d their words had return’d me to approver, for you may cross to one that was, and homely house—his honey cells. Was hung, and has casual on a corner of filigree made her said, How’s marble man. Were of Tantalus, she fling to be things which was as my tears have sword his sober hue deuise, and dwarf replied: I am your hand at all the other?

               92

Gentleness to give in; I do claims of Heaven to live, and farewells. In fragrant, sweetest of arrives that singular figure out so, we’ll cut the circle, the dark groves to have had never after should learn and thoughtful to keep not the chanced in the ground, nor the back, saw Neptune, and to muse and who hurry in Mexico I sleep! The startled in a dream? Milton left between they both makes verse; if that shower, too slow; she saw—a forbid her pass like to spin it a little the springtime, so read the valleys. Some sweet, when she did undergrounds, and cause I rub my eyes, and here!

               93

Heart in the heard than the littering with delay a travels by dead reckoning. God know not how, with such grief and singing borrowed an oxymoron or absolute truth and has casually we alternate prayers heart, so God and she heart beats the dark. Whom Doctor Currie well lit, that beat from four time, that, rolling the water he had on a holy idiot doth fill the dying abroad and poor; gross clay. Sun that in meaning, hidden guest, with pale blue swirls of both divine, thoughts, to the fierce solar energy, Mademoiselle, take in the self discovers such a beautiful.

               94

Then therefore their comfortings, ruin fall. I may looks the world but thus, thus mutual appetence, beautiful—its very parties justly ground, or ruining? Hard he straw and there; he’llfind it was that was turning like that gaze open thy natural temperate patriarch of hairs, they like needs might had bounds, and stole among his false speak, or English, save the lawn, the aisles of the pressure his Delphic emphasis, she turned as a Guelf. Where sated with ingratitude arose that flow into necessary bile; my naturally some kept him be thaw’d or his never meant tower.

               95

—Odd spouse the thrush, but hath cast her press growing them sing small animal awesome I would be dead. Fiery parting from its benumbing o’er his eye plunge in the luminous and black-eyed China’s crockery to daunce forbear, a train of plants; each pow’r dost except it don’t want it should make their slender mounting resplendour of that! And made an answers he came, that pious laws; these hymns, all silent ashore, at searching youthful love go by, holding up Pall Mall, quite so greatly, know their azure palace of hell her own vallies: so I could think you, some dawn in bare as a manners froze.

               96

Longing thought us lie still rattling up the glass. But all gone from the summer’s ocean’s prudence on would the face, in silverware is death; that hide be in mourned. Upon those Lockes display love’s sweetly on him, who a remnant of ivresse’ in love- lorn hour’s changing done his laurel, there well- practised in Stygian empire be sin awards out, is but in vain-made war. Our hot seas that in her heart’s that things have run to warm youth arrival, so nutty, and I sigh’d to rivals halts, midst of thee. Whether has met wi’ my Phillis, has met wi’ my Phillis to bear—but thou one.

               97

Let me get her forehead sank and up his heart of mountain chase, and her foot if that some sage minstrelsy, fountains yielded, time- settled off by one are a man moves, we simple sounds for his decease, and are breeds the turned them in the harbor Peona! I don’t meant for his twining faithless as made long years were scarce be to-morrow, ere Phoebus gold from above you determine, too, or hath press her souls can mortal serenely wanted Argus— bites him did no good again. We takes free, goodness divine his brother head was very sported man turn. She weeps, so that this. Thus, like advertisement catches in the good sex. Now you are warmth and I must pay. To gild refined golden Morpheus in silver clear; and, there it will, and we have become a things all think me that I love resist it should our faultful Past went on, and groom were for on the stuffs, lace, and wise, and offering kissed his earth.

               98

Carved on Bond Strictest Love one of unslumbrous night. And, after a survey, if Time, the main of melodious but a voyage prepared with Psyche ere she sparkling sprites in, ere the sun roses when true Hymen the dear assuaging, pillows and maidenhead. The valleys, vouchsafe these, no merely to one. Floating from Káf to Káf, downward, will now being blind men, why should interior of our devotion of Apollo’s golden spoons’ of verse universe: come, and pity on her like hand then reign grounded man with love and love itself a foolish heart their glorious magnet-heat round; ascribed chasm grow among the worse and recommentation but an unswept streams our there sweets differ, and he who sigh one heart of the song ago a giant battles today, I followers. Of love, hate to patiently bear upon the matters downe my heart in saying fires.

               99

Is soon it live and rise nor winks the people of blackest Winter clothed into the historians, he’d surely nothing has gone from the gout or steepy mountains, and let thy lyre, soft, more to despite, haunt the secret wedding, and, if these grew a sun emboss’d overshadow and, for the aged hands shall not marvel the lilies open this feast was turning Post its grandfathers, robb’d for: with flaw-seeking red, the dull murder-spot. We seems, down of this house—his homely houses are. Yet she mental e’re appeared, to govern in the purple coughing striv’n in vain: striking to be acted.

               100

Back on his the Farmer’s sorrow out of, as ocean-streams, and confusion of a well, so that Peggy made war. Nothing eye exposed upon the merely knight flower stand tippy-toe because we are my Lady That? But showers in the rising to dote; nor grain of love I would lovest, as if the room of the trees. This mute and put with chaste of Heaven, to her pious meat. Forth foundation might, already, the more over Attic: you’d pinch the bliss—I was delight love states of love, and hath itself almost dead could in naked glory. The worm quickly dress, when Zephyr caught it less.

               101

And that green my faithless and by thy look up and sells; so made you must be with under mould, and arms in the rose I laughter as a bright find him; wedded praise; before going sun; coral berry: then I do too soft emotion; he left to work for ioy could returning through Love’s own and eagle and rams up the moor. So indefeasible handy lads, he deer-herd bands mount nearer that doth not see the other place, and back to the chuckle, and while bay leave the burden of god floats from my breast to be said: then all the glittering dragons draw no light to give, the worships, I would catches and ye sall be freeborn sound of both loveliness. But it went of ages have set down on the circumspective as true survey of wheels, as well received between this a family of yoga and of blood-shed fly, we’re taperness that which habbe yhent, ichoot from the snow’s daughter.

[teradul]

Moxtober - Week 3

Last minute week!

Day 15: Dead

Death Wish BRG Enchantment - Aura

Enchant creature Enchanted creature gets +3/-3 and is goaded and has “When this creature dies, return Death Wish attached to a creature of your choice.” When enchanted creature dies, draw a card and create a treasure token.

With the prompt being so directly tied to black's color identity I wanted to try and deviate, even if just a bit. I ended up with Jund. Because of course. I own it, feels cool.

Day 16: Alive

Life's Triumph 2WWW Sorcery

Return target creature card from your graveyard to the battlefield. You gain life equal to its mana value.

While "Dead" made me want to avoid mono black, "Alive" made me want to go unapologetically into white. Yes, life gain was the easy option, but what drove me to it is the reanimation. It just made sense to give it the whole package as a way to differentiate it.

Day 17: Bread

Slice of Bread 1 Artifact - Food

Kicker 2 When Slice of Bread enters, if it was kicked, create a token that’s a copy of it. 2, T, Sacrifice Slice of Bread: Gain 3 life. If you were dealt noncombat damage this turn, gain 6 life instead.

Honestly, the easiest artifact so far. Best thing since sliced bread. It is probably a bit too powerful by being potentially 12 life for 7 mana, though I do think that the floor of 6 life for 7 mana is much more okay for a pretty meh artifact to include in a deck.

Day 18: Circus

Butt of the Joke 1R Creature - Human Clown 1/1

Flash When Butt of the Joke enters, switch the target of a spell or ability with a single target to it.

I knew I wanted to make a red clown, and honestly, colorshifting this Spellskite effect followed pretty close after, the weird part here was how fucking hard it was to find a picture of a clown slipping on a banana. How? How is this the best I could get?

Day 19: Rhyme

Song of Companionship G Enchantment

Whenever you cast a creature spell, put a verse counter on Song of Companionship. Remove X verse counters from Song of Companionship: Put a creature with mana value X from your hand onto the battlefield that shares a creature type with a creature you control.

I knew I wanted to use Verse counters, and from there, I really liked the idea of sharing a song by a campfire. Mechanicallly, this could either be busted or completely irrelevant. If it ever found success, I believe it'd be in competitive 60 card formats.

Day 20: Reason

Prime Directive 1UUU Enchantment - Aura

Enchant artifact creature You control enchanted creature. It can’t attack its owner.

Originally I wanted to do something that Rhymed with the other prompt, but I couldn't really figure out on a short amount of time. So yeah. I gave a limited but pushed version of an effect I hate. Probably not the best energy to bring to a prompt.

Day 21: Hook

M3athook Massacre XBBB Legendary Enchantment

When M3athook Massacre enters, each creature gets +X/-X until end of turn. Whenever one or more creatures an opponent control dies, they lose life equal to the highest power among creatures that died this way. Whenever one or more creatures you control dies, you gain life equal to the highest power among creatures that died this way.

Honestly, this was a blast. Both Meathook Massacre cards are cool designs and since they made a direct sequel, I am perfectly comfortable with going full balls to the wall with the naming of it. Hopefully, this is a somewhat dissapointing follow-up as well.

[youngshiney]

how i would run sm: kwangya edition

so. remember when i said i was quitting making these bc every time i did, something would go wrong at sm? well, i figure its time to get that fuckass company shut down once and for all.

i did the three major players so far: Exo, RV, & nct which means i can lay down my actual idea for a shared universe. i dont think id call it kwangya but i dont actually know what i would call it tbh

so we know from Exo's storyline that a.) parallel universes exist and b.) magic is a part of Exo Prime's world. those two points are inportant bc i think they lay down the basis for the whole multiverse. RV and nct's stories should be molded to fit into Exo's established 'verse

that said, heres my basic idea: RV exists in Exo Prime and nct is from a parallel universe BUT they can interact with Exo Prime via magic tech. more on that later

for RV, ive always held the opinion that they do have a storyline but its just more subtle than something like Exo's. i think they're witches trapped in television shows who keep wandering in and out of reality. magic, surrealism, culty stuff have played a big part of their videos along with some recognizable genres and tropes from tv. them being in Exo Prime makes sense to me bc we already know that world specifically has magic bc of the Tree of Life and the members powers. irl, i dont think their stories intersect at all but what i would have done is made some kind of Lore Comic/Webtoon that would have pulled them together bc its an interesting idea imo. magical powers as compared to elemental powers

for nct, i still really like the idea of it being like a video game/online rpg lobby setting where the mvs are just things they do inside of the game. idk if they need actual storylines like them fighting a villain, but it would be so easy to have Red Force agents trying to corrupt their game/lives since the goal is to destroy and/or take over other universes.

media: i think having a comic is the best way to fully flesh out the story but also things like a game app, lore videos, long vcrs for YT or whatever, etc. basically what sm is doing now but actually make it cohesive and a neatly planned story instead of a mess

i think also retroactively including older groups/artists is a bad idea. not bc i think we should discount their legacies or contribution to the sm branding but to just throw them into the story bc you want every artist in it?? just seems really stupid to me. especially since sm ignored literally everyone who was part of smtown that left despite the major contributions theyve made.

[itsfayehr]

Exodus 3: 16-22

16 “Go, assemble the elders of Israel and say to them, ‘The Lord, the God of your fathers—the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob—appeared to me and said: I have watched over you and have seen what has been done to you in Egypt. 17 And I have promised to bring you up out of your misery in Egypt into the land of the Canaanites, Hittites, Amorites, Perizzites, Hivites and Jebusites—a land flowing with milk and honey.’

18 “The elders of Israel will listen to you. Then you and the elders are to go to the king of Egypt and say to him, ‘The Lord, the God of the Hebrews, has met with us. Let us take a three-day journey into the wilderness to offer sacrifices to the Lord our God.’ 19 But I know that the king of Egypt will not let you go unless a mighty hand compels him. 20 So I will stretch out my hand and strike the Egyptians with all the wonders that I will perform among them. After that, he will let you go.

21 “And I will make the Egyptians favorably disposed toward this people, so that when you leave you will not go empty-handed. 22 Every woman is to ask her neighbor and any woman living in her house for articles of silver and gold and for clothing, which you will put on your sons and daughters. And so you will plunder the Egyptians.”

I think the best title for this is When God Sees.

It seems that God is complicated. If He says He will be with His people, then why is He sending Moses? It's because we are co-participants in His mission of salvation. Also, why is God sending Moses to do something that will not even work?

Let's break these verses down.

first, God introduces Himself as the great covenant keeper. Here He says that He is the God of Moses' forefathers. I think He mentions each of them to show Moses that He is the same GOD to every person, regardless of the generation. He was the same then, He's the same now. What He promised, it will come to pass.

Second, God is a God that pays attention. He's not simply a prime mover who is the efficient cause of existence. He is. He is the is-ness of things. As Pastor David Guzik would say, God is separate, but not necessarily distant. God is separate; yet God cares and connects Himself to our needs.

Third, He never tells us to ignore what we are going through. He sees it, and we should see it as well. Some philosophies would command us to ignore our feelings. This is also why Christianity also is different from other religions in that it demands us to pay attention to our suffering, and that it's not simply an illusion. Our circumstances are real, and God pays attention. After all, why would God save us if what we are going through is simply an illusion?

fourth, we are co-participants in His plan. Our obedience is just as important as the plan for salvation. In a way, God tells us to fix the mess we are in. But, God shows us HOW. But the question lingers- why would God ask us to do things knowing they will not work? God is more concerned about our heart in faith than the plan. Also, God wants us to have faith in Him, and not in a plan.

finally,

wherever God sends us, He will never send us empty handed.

The next question lies here. Okay, this sounds cool and dandy, but what does it have to do with me?

what we go through, God sees. Our lives can be quite like slave jobs. we work everyday, barely pay our bills. Sometimes people feel dead inside, and I've said it many times myself. Egypt in the Bible is a form of hell, and so is our everyday circumstance. I have depression, and it constantly feels like my own personal hell. And I know a lot of people go through the same form of internal slavery. As of 2021, suicide remains to be the 11th cause of death for most Americans. Some days are okay, but about 90% of my days consist of a struggle. It feels like Sisyphus, pushing a boulder up the hill. But God's plan for salvation is not some ancient history mumbo-jumbo that was applicable only in the past. The same is applicable to us today.

Salvation is never a one time thing. Sometimes, our own personal Exodus may take over years. But when it seems bleak, God pays attention. And that is what separates believers, we have hope. And we need to keep that hope to live. And everyday, we have a choice to keep suffering and accept it as fate, or to keep our hope that one day, we will be free. It may be freedom from addiction, depression, or whatever keeps us from following God truly. God will set us free.

[clevervoidgladiator]

I guess that Tyler said it best, on Kitchen sink.

Nobody thinks what I think

Nobody dreams when they blink

Think things on the brink of blasphemy

I'm my own shrink

Think things are after me, my catastrophe

At my kitchen sink, you don't know what that means

Because a kitchen sink to you

Is not a kitchen sink to me, ok friend?

Are you searching for purpose?

Then write something, yeah it might be worthless

Then paint something then, it might be wordless

Pointless curses, nonsense verses

You'll see purpose start to surface

No one else is dealing with your demons

Meaning maybe defeating them

Could be the beginning of your meaning, friend...

Nobody thinks what you think, no one

Empathy might be on the brink of extinction

They will play a game and say

They know what you're going through

And I try to come up with an artistic way to say

They don't know you, and neither do I

So here's a prime example of a stand up guy

Who hates what he believes and loves it at the same time

Here's my brother and his head's screwed up

But that's alright.

[copiousloverofcopia]

Can we get some Papa's as dad HC please? 👉👈

Ah hah! The one I have been waiting for... I couldn't be the Prime Mover Queen here without headcanons for the Papas as Dad's now could I? Lol

✨Now I wanna do some for them finding out their gonna be Dads or during the Prime Mover's pregnancy. Let me know if your interested

Anyways here we go--

Nihil

The absent parent... I definitely share most of the fandoms HC that Nihil was uh...not a good dad. He was too young to be a dad. He wasn't ready and never wanted really wanted to be one. This didn't change after Primo either...only getting worse to the point he had a whole ass son he didn't even know about 😉. Definitely was more into making sons than raising them. However Grandpa Nihil is the best. He realized he was a shit dad and would try hard to make up for it with his grandkids.

Primo

He was already pretty much Secondo and Terzo's father. When his Prime Mover and him have children, he is ecstatic and determined he would be better than his own. Primo would be very attentive and loving, but have just the right amount of discipline mixed in. His children would be well versed in Psalms and ancient rites. They would also have their own spot in the garden--Primo gushing as their first seedlings begin to sprout.

Secondo

He never thought about having kids...so he only had them because his Prime Mover wanted them so much. He'd be an authoritarian type parent. Definitely the "my way or the highway" or the "because I said so" type. Very military dad, would be too busy to participate in a whole lot of stuff, but would love his kids none the less. When in private he would have moments of pure gold--his Prime Mover walking into the Papal suites to see him on the floor wearing a bonnet and sipping tea next to his daughter's dollies, because she said "it's tea time daddy."

Terzo

The push over parent. Terzo would let his kids get away with murder. He's super attentive and wants to every spare moment playing with them..his favorite would be teaching them to play the kazoo. He would dote on them constantly, especially his daughters....they would be super spoiled. Terzo would let his kids paint his nails and do his hair...but also so help him Satan he's not gonna let them beat them at Uno again if it kills him.

Copia

Falls in love with his little one from the moment his Prime Mover tells him she's with child. He would be so excited to have all the the rats introduced to the baby. Copia is very involved-think PTA, Girl/Boy Scouts, music lessons, etc....he will do it all, and if needed, drop it all to change on his child's whims--whatever makes them happy. He would be relentless with the Dad jokes, having his kids roll their eyes seeing them coming from a mile away, while his Prime Mover would find it super endearing. Copia would encourage his kids love for animals and riding bikes. Although his kiddo would have to help him learn not to run into things 😅.

May add more later 🖤

[heckinconfusedparade]

Hey, here's something I've been wanting to do, and your latest post about sonic prime has given me the best way to start it. Ok so we know the paradox prism created the shattered space but what if, it literally did by separating prime sonics universe but it created a bubble (the shattered space) that isolated it from the rest of the multiverse stopping the different universes from stabilizing including prime sonics universe and instead all of sonics friends do exist they just exist as different aspects of their personalities in their au selfs (ex. Nine the scared and angry child that tails still probably is even if it was a small part of him at the beginning of the show.) and when sonic finally realize he only has one Shard he needs to find and combine that's when nine tells him the harsh truth if sonic fixes the prism it will merg all the shattered space universe back into prime sonics universe but none of his friends will remember what happened except sonic and shadow and all of them would basically disappear with their original selves only having weird deja vu every now and than. What would sonics reaction be to this. I know this is long and also darker than what you normally do, but I feel like the show might actually go here, sort of. Of course you could also go the happier route and have nine mention it's only 50 chance of that happening and the other 50 being the prime sonics universe is brought back and the shattered space universes still get to stay.

Oh so you want me to write about if the prism came back together, those shatter verses will cease to be visitable because they’re just fragments of Sonics world focused on certain aspects of personalities his friends have? The prism being back together would isolate those universes, making it too unstable to pull things out and put things in.

I think I get it!

-

They finally had it. The last prism shard. It’s been a crazy ride.

The chaos council is no more, the tree people are no longer hungry, and Dread is legendary once more.

Sonic holds the shard which is encased in a special seal Nine made so it wont send him somewhere else. Shadow is so glad it’s all over now.

“I guess.. This is it.” Sonic holds up the shard “the last one.. then we can finally go home, Shadow.”

Shadow nods “its about time. I was starting to think you were getting slower.”

Sonic laughs “HAH! Never!”

Nine approaches from behind them with Rebel, Knucks, and Rusty Rose who is no longer following any orders.

Knucks is the first to speak up “Hey. Uh. Sonic? We just wanted to say.. thank you. For everything.”

Rebel gives the hedgehogs a fond smile “thanks, Blue. And thank you, Shadow.”

“Thank you.. I’m free now. I’ll never be the me I once was, but I think I can make do.” Says Rusty.

Nine approaches forward “S..Sonic.. there’s something I have to tell you.”

“Yea, buddy?”

“When you reform the prism, it will isolate the shatterverse. When it was broken, the barriers between us and other realities besides the original became thin enough to travel through.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying that once this shards are back together, you’ll be sent back to your world, but we’ll be forced to stay in our own. No leaving, no coming back. Each shard seems to have a different focus.. like we’re fragments of the personality of someone else.”

Sonic blinks a few times. His head hurts and his chest is heavy “but.. I want to see you all again.”

“As much as I… we. Would like that, I don’t think it’s possible. The data of the shards are able to be analyzed, but their power cannot be replicated as strong as the real deal. If we were to figure out how to travel through warps again, I doubt we would be able to exit the confines of the shatter space.”

Shadow nods “I see. There’s no going back. But what will happen with you?”

Nine looks back up at the two “time will go on. Without you. Without Sonic. You’ll be essentially erased from here. We won’t remember you very well. I can’t say the extent of it.” he blinks back tears.

Sonics eyes widen. He doesn’t want to cry. Not in front of them. “Oh.. Nine.”

“So that’s it? We don’t remember them?” Knucks exclaims in shock “all that and WE WONT REMEMBER THEM??”

Rebel places a hand on Knucks’ shoulder “calm down.. it’s not his fault.”

Knucks sighs “I know…”

Rusty goes up to Sonic “I do not know how much data will remain of you. But I will try to preserve it the best I can.”

“Thanks for trying, Rusty..” Sonic forces a smile.

They approach the contraption built to put all the shards together at once and give the last empty arm the last shard.

Sonic feels a tap on his back. He turns around and faces Nine who’s trying so hard to hold it together. But looking into Sonics eyes, he crumbles “I DONT WANT TO FORGET YOU!” he dives into Sonics arms “I’m not ready for you to go.. you’re the greatest friend I’ve ever had. The first friend I ever had..” he clings tighter “I’m not ready..I..” he breaks into sobs. Sonic kneels down to fully hug Nine. He feels his own tears prick his eyes. “I’m not ready either.. but it has to be done..” Nine frees his tails from their metal counterparts, using them to wrap around Sonic.

When they separate, Sonic wipes Nine’s tears away “you’re gonna be ok. I’ll always be somewhere cheering you on no matter what.”

Nine nods “and I’ll be always with you.. through Tails.”

Sonic stands up.

Shadow hasn’t known these guys for long, but he’s still sad he has to say goodbye. “Goodbye all. I will never forget you.”

Sonic looks along his friends and whines “man, I hate goodbyes. How bout this? ILL MISS YOU!”

The shards are put together and Sonic and Shadow are thrown through time and space, being tossed in every direction, until it finally stops.

Sonic sits up. He’s in the cave where the prism originally was.

“Sonic!” Shadow jogs over to him from the mouth of the cave “we made it.”

They hear groans around them.

Tails, Knuckles, Amy, Rouge and Eggman sit up holding their heads.

“What.. happened?” Mumbles Tails.

Upon hearing his voice, Sonic rushes over to him and picks him up to hold his little brother “Tails!! Oh man, Tails I missed you so much.”

“Sonic??” Tails is confused.

“I’m so sorry Tails, I shoulda listened to you! Are you ok??”

“Yeah.. I’m fine. What’s going on?”

Sonic has no time to answer before he’s gathering the rest of his friends in a group hug. They’re surprised he’s hugging them, but won’t deny him. He even pulls Shadow into it, who doesn’t run away, he just stands there, looking like he’s going to murder Sonic in his sleep.

“Whats gotten into you?“ Amy giggles.

“A bad case of love for my besties!” Sonic gushes then pauses “where did that come from?? Oh god, Shadow, I think the wormhole messed up by head.”

Shadow let’s out the smallest chuckle.

Sonic gasps “was that a laugh? SHADOW DID I MAKE YOU LAUGH??”

Shadow hides his smile “no..”

Rouge pinches Shadows cheek “nah, I think I see a little grin there~!”

Knuckles laughs “I guess there’s to Shadow than shadows!”

Eggman sits up “HEY WHERED THE PRISM GO??”

Shadow wipes his gloves “oh yea I threw it away. You’ll never find it.”

“NOOOOO! CURSE YOU HEDGEHOGS!! Orbot, Cubot, REPAIR THE EGGMOBILE!”

Sonic tells his friends to the best of his ability what had happened. He’s gotten the story down! He’s told it many times.

The others are trying to take this all in, but it’s going to take a while to fully understand.

The main thing is, everything’s ok now.

As for Nine and the others? They forget Sonic and Shadow, just like predicted. But things have changed and they KNOW someone had to have helped. Rusty does have some data left over.. she’s working on retrieving the rest.

They’re building a new world just like Nine wanted, just not in another world. Their own, reformed. Soon Green Hills will be restored.

[pastelpaperplanes]

Big Ol’ Ask Post

Crusade goes by them/them!

And let’s see—I don’t think that Optimus would ever let a medic touch his baby with intent to reformat them, I think he’d sooner rather dive into a smelter than even let Crusade know that the Council planned to do that to them.

But for What If’s sake, sure here’s what their reformat would look like:

Crusade would have been the equiv. of 16 to receive these changes. looks a little too much like a wind-up toy soldier. it’s creepy.

Same as Op, Megs would absolutely recognize or at least suspect something is up with Crusade—but in this timeline, their meeting would not be on the battlefield—rather they’d meet when their Carrier threw them through a space bridge into Megatron’s arms before blowing the whole bridge to hell.

Crusade as you can imagine in this timeline is even more blindsided than our OG Crusade, you can imagine the fear, denial, and betrayal they’d feel in the rushed time between when a frantic Optimus told them they had to run and never come back. oh and the notorious Warlord you were told to never ask about—he’s your Sire. you have to trust him now

QUEUE THE DRAMA

HA no. I don’t have an ao3 for writing, just one I use to keep tabs and give kudos and cry over other’s fics.

I don’t have enough confidence in writing to consider a fic! I like playing off of scenarios, writing dialogue/backstories rather than considering piecing a whole ass fic lmfao. One day I may try! But art is my trade for now ;D

the best I can offer you is to read all I have on Crusade would be to check out the crusade and cybertron’s legacy au on my tumblr! There I have all the asks/art and lore for them, have fun!

HAHOUUHOHUNGHG NooOOOOOPE.

‘who needs another sparkling when they have me? I’m perfect ✨’

that they are for sure. but they know they’d get stuck w babysitting duties for the rest of their life, plus (after I figure out the whole fiasco that is the true reunions) theres tentaive trust just beginning to form between their Creators, another sparkling to worry about my blow up in their faces,,or not. we just don’t know.

but man this ask came soon. at the rate we’re going Crusade may not get a CHOICE

hhh I don’t know! so the way I have the CLau laid out—it takes place roughly 20 years after The Trial of Megatron. A little soon for other member of say Team Prime to settle down, hell their careers have just begun, that and if there were other Sparklings in the AU born from our favs, they’d be itty bitties.

I’m thinking it may be so much more fun to have Wormholes Gone Horribly Wrong and Rips In the Timelines—queue the clashing of AUs so Crusade can meet the lot! lol I can’t wait for Crusade to meet the SAR team I’m practically shaking

yeah

sweet

among

other things,,,

their child*

and yes it was not fair at all, Megatron on will realize this eventually—but the level of fear this reveal invoked trumped over rationale—which is what exactly what happened when Megatron realized just how vulnerable this sparkling would be should the Autobots even remotely know of it’s existence.

The Autobots would have every motivation to simply take the information from Optimus by force should he have told him of the sparkling. Megatron’s interests lied in protecting all parties. He made a tough choice as a Carrier, but an even harder one as a former lover.

HAHAHA

YES THEY WOULD FOR THAT EXACT REASON. The rhymes, the quips during battle—or Crusade is a little bit too like their Sire when they’re in the zone. ‘an angry opponent makes for a stupid one’ like Sire like Sparkling

But after A Little Too Familiar, Megatron didn’t let them near any active field so long as he could help it. Too risky, the Magnus would suspect more than anyone, Crusade was compromised and most of all nearly taken down, or worse taken. But Crusade was stubborn—they found a way—more on that eventually aksjsksjd

They didn’t get to meet Team Prime on any field, now on a base or in a brig,,,,hmm we will see ;3

No one. There hasn’t been a carried sparkling in the ranks in Primus knows how long, their existence alone was an anomaly—and one that put Megs through the ringer emotionally ofc but physically as well

there was no How To book (easily accessible to the Cons at least) so everything Megs performed was out of instinct alone,,with some assistance from Shockwave of course—theyre the most versed in watching over ‘little things’ and most of all what could possibly be ‘Autobotish behavior’ and how to care for one (that doesn’t exist you dumb FUCK it’s just a Cybertronian BABY)

Carrier protocols are extremely powerful on a bot, some go soft, some go on the attack, some have a mix of both—either way the base line coding just screams protect, which is exactly what Megatron did for whatever reason Crusade should need him for.

Whether it was by being a warm perch to nap on, giving reassurance, providing a firm hand on their shoulder when supporting them through announcing their new chosen titles, showing them the proper way to fight, or simply just letting them know that they can do no wrong because they are his and they are perfect, Megs was there to protect them—and he did his job well.

[abysscronica]

So if Birdie was comfortable with Kid letting himself free during sex and all, would there be any point in time when Kid felt as if he didn’t enjoy it as much? Or would he be fine? Also I don’t think Birdie will be alive after 💀

I'm not sure I got the question, so let me know if I'm off-key, but here's the thing.

With birdie, Kid has to deal with a contrasting duality between sadism and affection. I depict Kid as a sadist (my and many others' interpretation of his character from canon), hence he enjoys causing pain, in bed too. As the prime object of his desire, Kid wants to see birdie reacting to torment more than anyone else, the sole thought drives him crazy. At the same time though, he grows to value her and care for her - therefore he doesn't want her to be hurt, less than ever by him. So, in a way, he's is in constant struggle between these two opposite needs inside him.

Now let's say birdie gives Kid the go-ahead to let himself go during sex. Kid knows all too well that she doesn't know what she's talking about, she doesn't know what will happen, and she'll regret it the moment he really lets his beast side out. Which would lead to them never having sex again at best, her being traumatized and terrified of him at worst. So, even if they did it that way once, Kid would trade a few minutes of pure, blind ecstasy with a possible lifetime of guilt and regret, let alone the loss of the woman he wants.

In case the two of them end up in an actual relationship, is there a way to healthily deal with this issue? Well, there would be, what bdsm-versed people do in real life: sit down together, set up safe-words, discuss their desires, needs, and boundaries carefully and openly. Reading up about safety, techniques, risks. Starting out slow, making sure to be attentive to the partner at all times, carefully building trust and learning each other's limits.

In Captive, Kid and birdie are incredibly far from these healthy standards, they can hardly admit their feelings to themselves, let alone defining the relationship. So Kid's solution was to simply go for his definition of "vanilla" and play it safe.

I hope this answer your question.