#if no one else is going to make descendants polls i will

[zexapher]

Art Imitates Life

Had this idea in my back pocket for what must be a few months now, but after Akumu_Oukoku’s wonderful ‘Weiss is silly’ meme,  I thought I’d finally put this one together. That, and I wanted to make a little something to celebrate White Knight’s glorious victory in Ship Wars 8! The hordes of r/fnki well and truly descended upon the tournament, and all the better for White Knight!

I think there were a few folks on the regular sub that hadn’t quite realized just how popular White Knight had become within the community, but fnki itself has turned into something of a fortress for the ship, and the results of the tourney speak for themselves. White Knight really wound up dominating, becoming champion by an overwhelming margin, and with just Lancaster and Nuts & Dolts putting up strong competition in the previous rounds.

I’m impressed, and super stoked. It’s really something special seeing White Knight come out so strong after so many years treated as a pariah, having never before made it past the first round but now becoming the champion. The stars had aligned, really. The final round taking place on Weiss’ birthday, White Knight winning the championship being the perfect gift. Volume 9 had given the ship strong foundations to stand on. We can see that expressed in not only the various memes put out over time, but also in the A-Jaune-da alliance and numerous comments inundating the polls in order to promote the ship. White Knight shippers really had an incredibly strong messaging campaign this tournament, I might say no one else came close, and we always kept it positive. Everyone involved should feel proud.

Now, as for this meme, I chose these six characters (and Weiss) because I found it rather appropriate that they have all to some extent shipped White Knight in canon. Jaune, of course, is an obvious one. The story is littered with examples for him all the way through. Similarly, Weiss has been growing fonder of Jaune throughout the show, but Volume 9 saw her interest revealed in a very pronounced manner. Nora has the most tenuous claim here, having shared few moments with Weiss. However, Nora has a moment in Volume 5 where she teases Weiss about liking Jaune’s nickname, going on to tease the Ice Queen about her thawed heart.

Oscar, of course, gets his absolutely stoked look that he throws at Jaune when Weiss accepts Jaune’s invitation to the movies. Like, Oscar is just so happy for his big bro. Blake has a moment or two over the course of the show, notably her happy little glance between Jaune and Weiss at the Argus reunion, her smug look at the ~mature~ line, and how she perks up at Weiss’ giggle with Jaune about his restored youth. No real surprise there, since Blake is actually Jaune’s offscreen super-secret best friend. Yang herself throws a little dating advice Jaune’s way, and gets her ‘one day’ line, when our boy was down in the dumps following a rejection or two. She points out to Weiss that her harshness rejecting Jaune is the sort of thing that earned her the Ice Queen nickname. And, like Blake, Yang gets her own smug look following the ~mature~ line. Then there’s my most controversial addition to this list, Pyrrha. After all, she did walk Jaune through how to ask Weiss to the dance.

Yes, this was all an excuse for me to make a post about every little scrap from the show suggesting the characters ship White Knight. If anyone can think of any more, feel free to share. Maybe Cindere killing Jaune’s rival love interests, yet her attempts on Weiss’ life seem to have only helped Jaune and Weiss grow closer, hmmm. Well, I hope you all enjoy, I had good fun making it!

[ms-nesbit]

The Graduate (professor!jason todd x reader)

yall sickos voted for it, and here it is.

summary: Reader is attending Gotham University with Tim and Steph, who invite her to hide away from her family at Wayne Manor for summer; Reader's old professor, Mr. Todd - whom she had feelings for - would return to Wayne Manor for a visit.

warnings: smut, reader is chubby (and is mentioned vaguely during the smut part), oral sex (female and male receiving), jason todd is not red hood

word count: 3.7k

note: i wasnt passionate about this, and i think it shows. i will submit another poll soon

AO3

Trees swayed to and fro, their leaves descending from their branches. Below them were students of Gotham University, bustling with mixed feelings in their own individual bubbles. At this time of the year, the students were frantic to finish their studies, bubbling with fear of failure - or, in y/n’s case, fear of the inevitable: returning back home to her parents.

“Come on, y/n!” Tim nudged her shoulder playfully. “Just stay with us for a bit. I’m sure your folks won’t mind a bit if you joined us.” His backpack slung over one shoulder, his other arm holding his overpriced textbooks. “Plus, you know that Bruce is going to be inviting Jason back over.”

Y/n rolled her eyes at the enticing information, knowing exactly why it was so pertinent of Tim to disclose the trivia. Jason - or, as y/n called him, Mr. Todd - was her two-hundred level literature professor, one that kept her attendance sharp. Despite her punctuality, y/n’s grades stooped a tad lower than she hoped, having to set aside time for a tutor after hours. The cause?

Wandering eyes. Nearly every lecture in the hall, a “snoozefest” for typical students, was a period of time during which y/n found herself gawking at Professor Todd, sometimes uncomfortably shifting in her seat as she felt herself getting wet underneath her clothes.

“Since you’re basically graduated, you can probably hit on him.” Steph bounced along on y/n’s other side, shiny blonde hair drifting behind her.

While y/n was far from graduating, as her dean (and stacking student loans) reminded her, she was further from infancy as a student; it did help that GU’s policy chose not to define how intimate student-teacher relationships could be, as long as the student was not directly professionally affiliated with the professor.

“I’ll see what I can do.” Y/n let out with a bothered breath.

—-

Three weeks dashed by, each of y/n’s remaining final exams torturing her, one after the next; she persevered (but barely, nearly falling asleep during her Business Ethics final), and boxed her dorm-materials, shipping them, along with herself, to the Wayne Manor. It wasn’t y/n’s first stay at the manor, having been a guest to the Wayne family’s abundance of galas and sleepovers, but she felt much more high-strung and self-conscious, wanting to make a good impression on her crush.

Tim’s older brothers, Dick and Jason, moved out of Wayne Manor shortly before y/n met Tim, so she never truly thought anything of them; until, of course, y/n’s first day of Classic Literature, when a tall, top-heavy man abruptly entered the lecture hall, reading glasses high on his nose. At that moment, y/n found herself leaning in closer over her desk, regretting her choice of sitting in the rows farthest from the center of the auditorium. She watched as Jason’s fingers ruffled through his hair, black sprinkled with white near his widow’s peak, wondering if it was soft. Or maybe his hair was gelled with some substance, which emitted a waft of juniper and sage…or cedar and cypress…or wintermint. Unfortunately, she caught nothing of Jason’s hint of a pop-quiz that coming Friday, or that the test would account for ten percent of their overall grade.

Y/n’s grade-point average dipped disastrously after that course, something she had to excuse to her parents, as unforgiving as they were, despite their overall dismissal of everything else in her life.

It was why y/n loved her time at Wayne Manor, stepping in with boxes in her arms. She was stopped by a slender man in a navy tee, asking if he could assist with her boxes. “It just seems real heavy, and I don’t want you to get hurt on the stairs.” he excused, taking on the boxes of clothing and bedding.

“Good morning, Alfred!” y/n chirped at the older gentleman, who nodded back and returned his greeting. “How are you?”

Alfred smiled politely. “Most busy, as usual. And how are your courses, Teddy?”

Teddy was a term Alfred used toward y/n when she was a child. He didn’t break the habit, nor did y/n want him to. “Surprisingly tough, actually. I haven’t received the results on my ceramics project, but overall, I’m looking okay.”

Peering down at her from the top of the staircase, Alfred’s smile remained. “Undoubtedly, you are more than capable of handling those adversaries. I’m proud of you.” Alfred was a family member to y/n, similarly to Tim and Steph, caring for all of them whenever they came down with illness, or when y/n was unable to return home due to another violent outburst from her parents. It wasn’t unusual to Alfred, nor did he shame her for it, but he treated her as an insider, and y/n treated him as an equal (dissimilarly to some of the Wayne family’s other guests).

After having been shown her temporary room by Pennyworth, y/n settled her boxes and laid on the bed, catching her breath. Still no Mr. Todd, y/n thought to herself, Would it be weird if I asked Al when he’s stopping by?

It seemed that Dick read her thoughts, as he arrived in the room, remaining boxes in his arms. He set them down beside the doorway and kept his distance respectfully. “Tim told me you had Jason as your teacher. Was he good at all? I heard he’s pretty strict.”

Strict? I don’t remember him being...oh shit, yeah. Y/n recalled, an amused chortle leaving her lips. “He had his moments.” Of the little focus she did have, y/n retained the information, instantly enveloped by the idiosyncrasies ranging from his zero-tolerance policy on open beverages of any kind to his amenability of otherwise adultish themes. During his lecture one day about The Scarlet Letter, Professor Todd tucked his hair behind his ears and dove into the ignorance of sexual fluidity, and the importance of noting Western Christian themes into classic literature.

And when he unveiled his stance on feminism, to the dismay of several misogynistic students sitting in his class, y/n felt her feelings intensifying, even letting out a dreamily sigh when he expelled the oafish hecklers with an impatient tone.

“Do you think it would be weird if he stayed over? He texted me this morning to ask you.” Dick’s voice snapped y/n from her thoughts.

Y/n shook her head cloddishly. “Oh, no! No, not at all, it’s-it’s okay, y’know? It’s his house, too, so I don’t want him to feel put off by it.”

Sensing the sharp discomfort in her body language, Dick lowered his eyes to his phone and ducked his head. “He doesn’t usually date his students, you know.” he looked through his hair, which drooped over the top of his face as his head was still tilted forward.

What the fuck is with the smart people in this fucking family? “That obvious?”

Dick held his index finger and thumb, gesturing, “Little bit. Though he will be here any minute, according to this text.” he showed y/n his conversation with Jason. “Maybe there’ll be an exception for you.” Dick smirked and winked suggestively before walking out of the room, leaving y/n alone with the dropped optimism.

Moments later, y/n heard a crashing down the hall, followed by a blasting profanity, before Tim clamored into her room, his eyes wide. “Y/n, y/n. Dude, did you check your phone?” Y/n shook her head, confused. “Jason’s here. Want me to set him up for ya?” His eyebrows jumped up and down almost mockingly, expression stenched with excitement.

“As tempting as that may be, I don’t think that would work.” Y/n brushed off. “Plus, I just talked to Dick and he said Mr. Todd doesn’t usually date his students.”

Letting out an exasperated grunt, Tim crossed his arms, shifting his weight onto one foot. “Phallus doesn’t know what he’s talking about. I mean, sure, Jason isn’t really big on the teacher-student thing - something with ‘taking advantage’ of a student and the power imbalance or whatever - but I’m sure he’ll be okay with you since you’re, like, no longer his student.” Tim’s sass blew through the ceiling with each word. “So, whaddaya say?”

The evening quickly rolled in, y/n exhausted from unpacking and spending her time frollicking with Steph. Not before long, though, Alfred called the family for dinner, rounding them up with an entree of cold-cut meats and cheeses, and appetizers of golden breadsticks layered with butter and spices. The aroma carried into the dormitories, interrupting y/n from her rest on her bed as her stomach growled. Following the scent, y/n eventually heard a deep voice singing along to a Doris Day record, and chose to pursue the voice instead. As she approached the source of the harmony, she discovered that it was Jason, folding laundry into clothes drawers. 

The closer she stepped, though, the more was unveiled to her: Jason wore his slacks, no different than his salaried attire, but his button-down, usually carefully pressed and sealed, was unbuttoned and relaxed, exposing areas of his chest and torso that seemed so forbidden for y/n to gaze at.

But she couldn’t possibly look away from the sight she daydreamed and pondered about - especially when he was much more toned than she initially thought. Holy shit, she repeated as Jason’s voice continued, like a siren drawing her in for a kill, his abs tightening as he hummed.

Attempting to back away stealthily, a floorboard creaked, alarming y/n, before she ended up bolting down the hall and stairs, running away from any possible consequence.

“Miss y/n, I do have to remind you not to run through the house, Dear.” Alfred admonished sternly as y/n zipped past him and into the dining room. “Please have a seat in your assigned seat.”

Ah, yes — assigned seats. Prior to their departure to university, Tim, Steph, and y/n had to follow a seating chart to deter from wreaking havoc (which was, despite their age, inexorable). As y/n sunk into her designated seat, body slumping over, Steph called from behind, “What’re we havin’ today, Al? Is this…whoa, what happened to you?” her voice quieted as she approached y/n, who attempted to hide herself from view.

Y/n shook her head and forcefully whispered, “I saw your hot older brother half-naked. I dunno what to do.” she revealed her embarrassment to Steph, who sat across the table.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure he didn’t know.” Steph shrugged in response. Though y/n shouldn’t be surprised at how nonchalant Steph was, treating the catastrophe as if it were simple, but she had been this self-assured for as long y/n knew her.

Surely she’s right, y/n thought to herself as she stabbed at her cold cut meat on her assigned plate, eyes glued to the labryinthine decorative vine painted along the outer ridge of the china. For the first ten minutes of dinner, she was relieved, noticing the empty chairs on her right, and one on the other end of the table; however, after a series of nibbles (for some reason, as Tim thoughtlessly pointed, y/n wasn’t particularly hungry), y/n overheard a high-pitched squeak of the heavy wooden chair being pushed on the hardwood floor, and her eyes darted to the source, unexpecting of Mr. Todd apologizing as he dropped into his seat, broad shoulders slump in penitence.

“So, Jason, I heard you taught y/n.” Bruce said aloud, slicing his salami with a knife and fork. “Were you tough on her?”

Staring at the coral-toned tablecloth as she stopped her breath, y/n awaited his answer. “I mean, if I did, she did relatively well considering.” Jason just shrugged, sloshing half-chewed provolone on either side of his mouth.

“Stupendous.” Bruce responded, unaware of the tension in the dining room. He wasn’t as involved in y/n’s life as Alfred was, but once he caught wind of the rocky situation back at her home, Bruce sat her down and offered a bed and privacy “whenever you want, y/n.” It was a relief, as y/n did feel guilty about spending so much resources having dinner at the Wayne Manor, and y/n carried her weight around the manor well, claiming ownership for a few responsibilities of the mansion’s many chores.

Feeling a pair of eyes on her, y/n glanced up from her plate to Steph, then Tim, who were both giving her mixed signals until y/n scooted back in her chair, swiftly rising as she awkwardly excused herself from the table before exiting promptly.

—

Knock-knock

Y/n heard from the other side of her room, to which she acknowledged: “Come in!”

She was rather ignorant of the possibility of who could be pestering her, her bothered tone seeping from her vocal chords, and body lying prostrate on her bed; y/n’s annoyance, however, cleared as soon as she noticed who was entering, his tall frame creeping past the crack of the door.

“I wanted to come in and check to see if you’re feeling well.” Mr. Todd’s glabella wrinkled with concern, his hands tucked into the front pockets of his slacks. “From what I’ve come to know, you’re not one to dismiss dairy products, especially those in a solidified nature.” Y/n sighed at the comment, aware of his reference: one day after class, y/n was assigned to construct a two-hundred word essay about her favorite snack — she, of course, chose cheese, uninformed that she was to turn in the homework for Professor Todd to read and grade.

Sitting up on her bed, y/n forced a chuckle. “Yeah, I just feel a little weird, that’s all.”

“Mind if I sit here?” Professor Todd pointed to a space beside y/n on her bed, and walked over and plopped down once he received affirmation from y/n. “You know,” he started, hands at his knees as he turned his head to look at y/n, “to be fair, I didn’t know you were Tim and Steph’s friend. They told me after you passed my class, which was probably better than blurting it out before midterms.” Y/n nodded passively, still silent. “If this is what you’re feeling apprehensive about, I have no problem staying somewhere else for the time being. I wanted to visit for the summer, and—”

“No, no, it’s not a problem for me.” y/n stammered over her words, hiding her nerves. “Just a little awkward at first, that’s all.” Fidgeting with her nails, y/n attempted to maintain composure, but couldn’t help but notice the pair of hazel, soft as they observed y/n; his facial hair, reduced to a professional stubble; his bottom lip, cracked and bloody in areas from neglect; and all combined to replace y/n’s anxiety with a primitive need that sparked inside her.

She swore she saw the man’s eyes drop from her face to her chest, and then down to her barely exposed legs, before he looked away. “Then was it when you walked in on me?” Moment replaying in her head as it burned into her memory, y/n pretended to act in nescience of the subject at hand, shaking her head slowly. “So that wasn’t you running away scared shitless after peeping in my room?”

Y/n blinked back a laugh as she admitted, “It was, yeah. Sorry.”

“You know, if you wanted to see me shirtless, all you had to do was ask.” Fixated on the ground, y/n barely caught a glimpse at Professor Todd crossing his arms at his own words, almost amused with himself. 

The tease caused a thick silence to ensue, and y/n was indecisive about how to respond. She thought it was a joke - it had to be, right? An educator with rigid morals, an attractive educator at that, relaxing beside y/n as he opened the door to invite her. It seemed cliche, if anything, recalling a handful of romantic tropes with the stench of an inappropriate teacher-student relationship.

But on the other hand, y/n calculated, he unbuttoned his top two buttons on his top, and rolled up his sleeves as he waited patiently for y/n to break the silence, exposing his toned forearms. He was no longer y/n’s professor - nor was she his protégé - and even if he was joking, what was the harm in flirting back?

“Do I have to ask nicely?” Y/n remarked, one end of her mouth twitching as she shifted to lie on the bed, this time on her side, with her legs near Jason’s waist.

She heard a beguiled noise of approval before an oral response. “Depends. Though I would prefer it if you beg.” One of Jason’s large hands rested on y/n’s knee, giving her a quick squeeze as his gaze met hers. If she didn’t know any better, she would have thought that Professor Todd’s eyes darkened, but y/n still felt nervous to make the move, only allowing Jason’s hand to burn her skin.

“Well,” y/n began before reaching out and cupping Jason’s chin, turning his cheek to face her as she whispered, “Can you please, please see you like that again?” she batted her eyelashes as she spoke, which caused Jason to groan in response. “I want to see if there’s anything else you can teach me.”

In a moment’s time, Jason was on top of y/n, straddling her hips as he pressed his lips to hers. His hands held her face as he immediately bit her top lip, cock hardening each time a smidgen of a moan was swallowed into the kiss.

Grasping at either of his biceps, y/n let out a relieved moan when Jason’s lips met her neck, head tilting back. Jason’s hands fumbled with her clothes, impatiently pulling it over her head before returning to explore her plump body.

“Do you have a condom?” y/n panted, heart rate increasing ever so slightly with each inch Jason’s lips crept toward the hem of her shorts.

Jason shook his head, murmuring in between kisses, “Don’t need one.” He untied the knot on yn/’s shorts before pulling them down, exposing her skin to the cold air. His hands wandered, driven by pure wanton and hazardous lust as he pinched possessively at the inside of y/n’s plush thighs. Y/n was soundless until Jason pushed her legs apart,  sinking a finger into her dripping core as his lips attached to her clit. The action evoked a moan from her, and Jason watched as he continued, licking and sucking at her sensitive bundle of nerves until she drew y/n closer to release.

“Mr. Todd,” the professional title left y/n’s lips in the most sinful way, her hips lifting from the bed as she pleaded. “Please, I want—”

“Hush,” Jason muttered, “I want you to come on my fingers before I have my dick in your mouth. Now, Baby,” he flicked his tongue intermittently at y/n’s clit, two fingers curling at the spongy part of y/n’s inside. “Can you do me a favor and come for me?”

Though his words were respectful, his expression was almost needy, but still caused y/n to ride her hips against Jason’s mouth and fingers, set on achieving what was asked of her. She gasped as she reached her climax, hips lifting from the bed as her thighs trembled.

Jason worked through her high before rising from the bed to remove his remaining clothes, his cock springing free from his boxers as he stripped them from his body as well. Y/n eyed it as she hopped from the bed, positioning herself in front of Jason as she kneeled. She glanced up at him through thick eyelashes, hands unclasping the hooks of her bra to bare her breasts. Y/n knew it was something she looked forward to doing - wrapping a hand around Jason’s shaft as she stroked it achingly slow - if she reached that point, and exploited whatever experience she had to put on a show for the man towering over her. Dragging her tongue along the underside of his cock, y/n kept her gaze on Jason, watching how expressive he became at each movement she made.

Her favorite was the way Jason’s lips shaped into an ‘o’ when her lips kissed the tip of his uncut cock, licking at the precum already collecting on it. His body shivered as she bobbed her head, swallowing as much of his dick into her mouth as she could, and pulling her head back until his cock released from her mouth with a pop.

Y/n continued like this at a slow pace, tarnishing what residual patience Jason had left; it was soon, however, when Jason had enough and grabbed a fistful of y/n’s hair, bucking his hips into her mouth as he hissed. “Oh, fuck,” he moaned when y/n increased the pace, one hand working at his shaft and another kneading her own breast. Jason couldn’t help but feel helpless like this, seeing y/n wanting him this badly; so he allowed his mouth to fall open, eyes shutting as he felt himself nearing his climax. He warned her with a broken moan, “I’m gonna come,” that met y/n’s ears with a kiss to her core.

“Please be good and come for me.” y/n said sultrily, hands working faster to draw a reaction from the man above. The words caused Jason to whimper, his hips stuttering as he fell into a bumbling, moaning mess and came. Y/n caught each rope of cum released into her mouth, swallowing each bit as Jason came down from his high.

Y/n smirked up at Jason, who was panting from his climax, and smoothed her hands along his thighs. Standing on her feet, she kissed Jason’s cheek, and leaned up to whisper in his ear, “You know, you still haven’t taught me anything.”

“We have time. Until tomorrow’s lesson, hmm?” Jason assured, his voice tired but tainted with desire.

[eventinelysplayground]

Broken Promises

Mitsuki and Theo finally talk about and resolve the biggest change in their relationship since their twins arrived. If you haven't read the stories that come before this you will probably go when did this happen but it can be enjoyed for what it is without them. I will be doing the spicy but as its own story as per the poll I did, this is pretty long as it is. WC approx 1690.

The season had changed from the cold and quiet of winter to the sunshine and bustling of early summer. The season wasn't the only thing that had changed though, the mansion had as well. Everyone knew the arrival of Theo and Mitsukis child would bring changes but they never thought there would be this many.

One of the biggest was that there wasn’t just one but two babies. Secretly Comte was thrilled as procuring everything this second baby would require was left in his capable hands while their parents were otherwise occupied. The biggest change however was Mitsukis new life, not as a mother but as a vampire.

It had taken her almost three days to wake and everyone it seemed had kept an extra close eye on her for quite awhile. Mitsuki adjusted well though, she had accepted the news of her new life with ease, she was physically fine and her need for blood was the lowest of all of them. She had asked Comte one day about it and he said although appetites naturally varied he also wondered if different sires played a part in it as well. Nothing more was thought about it after that and Mitsukis life carried on much as it had before but with the added joy of her sons.

At least on the outside that was how it seemed to everyone. There was one big change that had been eating away at Mitsuki, that Theo hadn't intimately touched her since. He still kissed her and held her but his touch was always short and light, not strong and passionate like it used to be. At first Mitsuki thought that it was just him being concerned they both knew she'd need to heal but as the months went on nothing changed. She knew she should talk to Theo about it but she was too embarrassed to so she went about ignoring it as best she could until one mid afternoon.

It started with the twins making a mess of themselves, and everything else in the dining room, with their newly introduced solid foods. Mitsuki was just finishing bathing one boy when Theo came in.

“Need help with the kleintjes Hondje?”

“That would be great thanks, Vincent's all clean but Arthur still needs his bath.”

Mitsuki turned around to see Theo finishing taking off his shirt. He laid it aside then picked up Arthur while shaking his head at him.

“How did you manage to get this messy huh?”

Mitsuki smiled to herself taking in the precious sight but it wasn't long before she found her eyes roaming over Theo's body. She shook her head trying not to feel sad and moved away to get Vincent dried and dressed. She couldn't help watching Theo though, his bare broad chest and the slight flex of his muscles when he moved his arms but the worst was Theo's scent. He had always smelled good to her but he smelled even better now, she sighed and pulled her gaze away from Theo trying to refocus herself on the task of dressing a squirming baby when she heard Theo let out a low hiss.

“Those finger nails are sharp. Check Vincent's, we'll probably have to trim them later Hondje. Hondje?”

Mitsuki found herself momentarily frozen and staring at Theo. His scent was suddenly overpowering and she was incredibly thirsty. She felt her fangs descend and her eyes widened as her gaze fell on the tiny scratches on his forearm that were barely bleeding. She heard Theo call her name and ask her what was wrong but she didn't dare answer him, it was taking all the strength she had not to bite him. Theo must have noticed her gaze finally as he looked down at his forearm and then looked back up at her in surprise and concern.

“Mitsuki, it's…”

“I'm… I'm sorry… I need to go!”

Mitsuki practically screamed that last word at Theo as she dashed out of the room with Vincent still in her arms. She heard Theo call out after her but she just picked up her pace, she needed to get far away from him. She raced carelessly down the hallway and bumped right into Napoleon who caught her and Vincent before she fell.

“Are you alright Mitsuki?”

Mitsuki just shook her head and handed Vincent over to Napoleon before taking off again in a run down the hallway. She vaguely registered Napoleon calling after her but she didn't stop. Once she reached her room she quickly locked the door behind her and collapsed against it pulling her knees to her chest.

So this is what bloodlust feels like, and there was barely any blood!

Mitsuki thought back on her ‘vampire talk', as Dazai had called it, with Leonardo recalling the last thing he had told her.

“Maybe it's best if you figure out the specifics for yourself actually; but if it ever feels like too much Cara Mia remember to put distance between you and Theo.”

Is it always this intense? How did Theo manage this all these years? Maybe it was never as intense for him, I mean that would make sense considering how he's been acting lately…

Mitsuki hugged her knees even tighter as she began to cry. A part of her knew she was being silly thinking like this but she couldn't help it. She wasn't sure how long she'd been huddled against her door but she smelled Theo before she heard the knock.

“Hondje?”

She could hear the concern in his voice and she gripped her knees tighter.

“Go away Theo.”

Her voice was strained and she knew he'd be able to tell she had been crying. The doorknob jiggled above her head and she heard Theo sigh.

“Open the door.”

“No.”

“Stop being so stubborn and open the door!”

Mitsukis bloodlust and mood were getting worse and she spoke without thinking.

“Look who's talking? Besides this is for your own good, I can't guarantee I wouldn't bite you right now and I know you don't want that so just leave!”

Silence met Mitsukis words and she hoped Theo would leave but instead she heard him slide down the other side of her door.

“You really going to make us have this conversation through the door Hondje?”

Now it was Mitsukis turn to be silent. She heard Theo let out a long sigh.

“You've misunderstood me.”

“Have I, it's seemed pretty clear to me lately and now…”

Mitsuki swallowed hard against the growing burning in her throat.

“How can you ignore this feeling?”

Mitsuki leaned her head against her door and she heard Theo chuckle.

“I'd like to tell you that you get used to it, that you figure out how to deal with it but that's not how it seems to work. As soon as I think I have it under control it changes, it grows more intense and I have to start all over.”

“Then how have you always kept control, it makes even less sense!”

“Do you remember the promise I made to you, Mitsuki?”

Mitsuki's brows furrowed and then her eyes went wide and she clasped a hand over her mouth.

Oh my god is that what this has been about? Why didn't I think of it!

As if he had guessed what she was thinking Theo spoke his voice low and raw.

“I promised I'd never put you in danger again, never make you cry again. A part of how I controlled it was remembering those promises, remembering what could happen if I lost control. I ended up breaking those promises though. I almost lost you a second time and it was all my fault again. It’s not that I haven't wanted… I don't want you in danger again, I couldn't bear to lose you.”

Mitsuki could hear Theo's voice wavering as she held back tears.

“Oh Theo, I should have realized without you having to tell me! I'm so so sorry!”

Mitsuki turned her body and reached up turning the key in the lock before standing up. She waited a minute to make sure Theo had moved then opened the door. She barely had it opened before Theo had stepped inside and she was wrapped up in his tight embrace. As Mitsuki snaked her arms around his back she started to cry again.

“It's alright Hondje, I was doing my best to hide it from you and you've been pretty busy lately.”

“Didn't you also promise me not to try and handle everything by yourself anymore?”

“Ya I know. Can you forgive me?”

“Of course I can! It's not just not thinking of it sooner that I'm sorry for though, you don't want to know all the horrible things I was thinking.”

Mitsuki felt Theo's fingers run along her jaw then lift her chin up so she was staring straight into his intense blue eyes.

“You were thinking I didn't love you anymore weren't you?”

“How…did you know that this whole time?"

"No, It's been pretty clear though something's been bothering you for awhile now and you aren't that hard to figure out.”

Theo leaned in and planted a kiss beside her eye and she shuddered. Mitsuki took a step back from Theo, she wasn't sure how much longer she could keep herself from biting him. After she had stepped back Theo chuckled and she watched as a wide smirk spread across his face.

“Just how many times am I going to have to show you with my body how much I love you Hondje? I know you're a smart pup, I'm starting to think you're not getting this on purpose.”

“That's not mmm.”

Mitsukis protest was cut off when Theo grabbed her and pulled her in for a forceful kiss. He hadn't kissed her like this in so long and she felt like her knees would give out beneath her but Theo's strong arms held her up.

“Theo…”

Mitsuki was shocked, she'd never heard herself sound so needy and desperate before but all Theo did was grin smugly at her.

“Dogs aren't supposed to bite their owners Hondje, but I'll make an exception since you're such a good pup.”

[anghraine]

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@anghraine who was it???

Oh!! I was so foggy when I posted the "which Austen character mainly contributed to my dissertation" poll that I actually completely forgot it existed. The people actually did vote, if barely, for the right choice—Mary Crawford!

(Darcy was right behind her in the poll but barely mentioned in the dissertation, while Henry Crawford—who only got 1.5% of the vote—also figured pretty significantly.)

Now I'm looking at other results of my own polls over the last year, as well:

The "Why is Elrohir's name in Gondorian rather than Elvish Sindarin" poll result: a strong vote for "actually it's Númenórean Sindarin" (the assumption I've always made myself, but it was interesting to think about other possibilities, since Tolkien never explained it).

The "Pick a fave from my Tolkien faves from each major text" poll result: Faramir narrowly beat out Gandalf with everyone else far behind (the closest was Lúthien).

The "pick a fave from my faves from five fandoms" poll result: Faramir again, closely beating out Luke Skywalker and Fitzwilliam Darcy (Moiraine and Gwen Thackeray never had a chance).

The "best dead guy from my dissertation" poll result: Jonathan Swift just squeaked past Olaudah Equiano!

The two women's wrongs polls: the first poll result was Clytemnestra, the second Azula.

The "what's your headcanon for the unexplained reasons the Stewards were not in the line of succession despite being descendants of Anárion" poll: by a huge margin, actually, the people chose "they were formally removed from the succession in exchange for the powers of the Stewardship."

The "pick your favorite video game/series" poll result: a very unsurprising and easy win for the Mass Effect trilogy (with BG3 the only thing even remotely near).

The "why do those of you who also like fics about ostensibly cis male characters in canon being genderbent to women" poll result: it's interesting to imagine how the character and plot would be affected, slightly beating out the option for "I neither like nor dislike the fics as a genre, I just like the good ones."

The "vote between my top Spotify Wrapped songs" poll results: "Landslide" by Fleetwood Mac slightly beat out Florence + The Machine's "King" and Queen's "Who Wants to Live Forever" (both exactly tied in close second place).

The "what is the best non-canon FemShep pairing" poll result: Shepard/Jack won pretty handily!

The "which of my ~controversial headcanons do you like best" poll result: Elizabeth and Darcy have separate bedrooms and this is good for their marriage.

The "which non-canon Darcy ship is best" poll result: Darcy/Anne Elliot, which mildly surprised me (I like it but am not sure they'd get around to talking to each other), beating out the world conquest pairing of Darcy/Emma.

The "which of my selected Queen songs is the most purely beautiful in your opinion" poll result: "Under Pressure" (with David Bowie), narrowly beating out "The Show Must Go On."

The "what would be the most awesome class/subclass for my Seldarine drow in BG3" poll result: Paladin of Vengeance! (I actually did make her and am just getting back into playing BG3 again after dissertation hell derailed her avenging of injustices.)

The "who played your favorite Marguerite St. Just" poll result: Jane Seymour, easily.

[antaresr]

A few days ago I saw a poll about whether Atem and Yugi were the same soul or something like that or not.

So I took on the task of looking for an explanation for the physical resemblance between Yugi and Atem and Bakura and Ryou (since they are in the same bag).

So welcome to my talk:

PS: this does not mean that people who believe otherwise are wrong, this is just the explanation that I could find to justify the similarity.

Atem & Yugi

After the Memory World arc we know 2 things:

1. Atem and Seth are direct cousins through their parents.

2. Seth was Atem's successor after his death.

In this way, the only one who could have preserved Atem's memories for his future return was Seth and he had to entrust it to someone so that it would be preserved after his death.

If we go by the traditions of ancient Egypt, Seth had to marry to leave offspring, there are only four options in this case, Seth married the priestess Isis, Maná or a third noble woman who was not presented in the manga or anime, or even having had the three or more under a harem as his wives.

In this way Seth has heirs to the throne but at the same time someone who will preserve the memories of Atem and commission the prophecy of the return of the nameless pharaoh.

With pure conjecture we can theorize that Isis was a secondary wife of Seth or married someone else and started the tradition of tomb keepers keeping the pharaoh's memories secret by staying underground and keeping records of spells, stories and etc.

In the second instance, Seth marries another woman, Mana or an unknown noblewoman. He may have had more than one son or one of his descendants had more than one son and some of those sons left Egypt for a marriage with other nobles from other countries or escaping attempts to usurp the throne by traveling to other lands in true Sinuhe style and marrying and having children.

In this way, the genes of the royal family would leave Egypt and begin to spread around the world until reaching Japan millennia later, with the genetics diluted.

So we can theorize that the Mutou family is descended from thousands of generations apart from the royal family of Atem and Seth and that is why Yugi is so similar to Atem, after more thousands of possible genetic reconfigurations someone was born with the same appearance as the pharaoh (of In the same way we can think of Seto as a distant relative of Yugi to some degree).

But is it a coincidence that Yugi looks like the pharaoh? Well no.

According to the mortuary records of ancient Egypt, when people were buried, their soul was divided and a part returned to the mummified body, so after being disemboweled with the organs kept in the canopic jars and bandaged with oils, their sarcophagus (in the case of the royal family), more specifically his face, had to be sculpted as close to the face of the deceased before dying so that the part of his soul that would return to the body would know that that specific body was his.

With that in mind we know that Yugi is Atem's sarcophagus or at least the vessel that his soul could recognize as correct to be in.

Bakura & Ryou

With Bakura it is a little more complicated because we have to make many theories and conjecture many others.

Bakura is characterized by enjoying things, food? Of course, jewelry? Hell yes, sex? We can't say no.

The average lifespan of common people in Egypt was not much, there is a record that with the way of life the oldest person would probably have reached 40 at most (while the royal family lived up to 60, what the hell class difference huh?), so Bakura had between what? 17-20 years? The perfect age for an individual's sexual discovery.

Thanks to the manga we know that Bakura used to eat in taverns and stuff himself with food, however some of those places also served as brothels since this was not frowned upon in Egypt, so we can think that sometimes Bakura not only ate and drank but also had sex.

If it was one or more we cannot know precisely, we can theorize that at least one prostitute became pregnant by him, in this way his genes would prevail in some way and in the same way they would probably have migrated from Egypt to other places and probably the child or Bakura's children would remain with their father's name as "child, son of Bakhura" until it was diluted and adapted to the pronunciations until reaching Ryou Bakura and in the same way that Atem's soul knew that Ryou was the correct vessel for him given the similar to what they had

But the question arises, why was Ryou's father not suitable if they would also be related? I can only think that Mr. Bakura was already too old, an age that Bakura never reached and could not identify him as his sarcophagus/vessel, on the other hand Ryou was a small child, probably Bakura's soul found him suitable because he was an age that he could identify in himself and use it for his purposes.

Thus we can conclude that the four are not the same soul but are related by blood to some degree.

Thank you for coming to my crazy midnight talk.

If you have another theory or want to add something, do it below. 👇🏻

[jacquesthepigeon]

Chengs have deep ancient ties to the Order and their lineage has been searching for clues as to what happened.

Found out about Fu and took notice of Miraculi being used at various points since.

At first were tempted to brute force the retrieval but decided to remain patient and see if Fu would willingly redeem himself.

As time passed they noticed he was constantly running away from the problems, never really making an attempt to fix it unless absolutely neccessary.

At some point they (Sabine's Parents) decided something needed to change. The Miraculi have been static and progress needed to be made.

Once Fu moved to Paris and seemed content to stay, the Cheng Parents created a circumstance (negatively or positively for Sabine will determine the tone of familial relations and interactions) where Sabine would feel compelled to move to Paris.

Everything happens as expected with Sabine and Tom, but Sabine has an innate understanding that her family is not only abnormal but has some sort of connection with powerful and dangerous people. (This being part of why she leaves is optional)

So when the Miraculi (peacock and butterfly) activate not only do the Chengs and Fu sense it, but Sabine feels something is off as well.

[Sabine being knowledgeable about the Miraculi and their purpose but not taught anything else/Sabine not only being knowledgable but also being involved in the plan (therefore involving Marinette without her knowledge)/Sabine only having bare bones understanding that her family is involved in powers and "magic"/Sabine having some understanding of powers and the Miraculi but wanting nothing to do with it] are all options to take with Sabine and I suggest another poll.

When Marinette starts to act evasive about things, not only school but her personal activities, weird purchases and visits to an old man she never met before, she finally bites the bullet and informs her parents of what she suspects is happening. (This is going off the "Sabine has some understanding but wanted nothing to do with it" story path but can be changed to adapt to whatever storyline the Cheng family is going to have as long as the Chengs are informed by Sabine at some point)

Anything after this point must be dictated by 2 main things.

The grandparents relationship with Sabine and in turn Marinette as a family or as blood.

The grandparents attitudes on the Kwami/Miraculi, their purpose, how they should be treated, how involved they should be with the greater world, if they are members of the order or simply close allies/blood descendants of the founders/blood descendants of past holders, etc.

Apologies for this long as post, but Marinette's lack of connection to anything of her Asian roots has been infuriating since Kung Food and Shanghai. Do with this as you wish, I've needed an outlet for a bit.

Oh no don’t apologize these are all very fascinating prompts, the possibilities are endless!

I suppose Sabine’s (and her sister’s) involvement would depend on how old they were when the Cheng parents “died” and how much influence they had thereafter. Personally, I like to imagine Sabine and her sister were being trained to one day fulfill whatever role the Cheng parents had (finally, a watsonian reason for Sabine being Like That that isn’t just her ethnicity) but they weren’t told what that role would be before something happened and the parents had to fake their death and leave the sisters behind. It’s also fun for me to imagine the now adult Cheng sisters looking back on their childhood and going “well that was weird” and lamenting how the answers supposedly died with their parents.

[dragon-swords-prophecies]

Writing Excerpt: Enna's Prequel

In honor of the 2/3s winner of the poll I made last night, here's something I wrote last week.

(The winner was ''Anne gets rescued by a group of assorted sapphic women'')

Word Count: 1,227 Tw/cw: Blood/human sacrifice, murder, referenced death, the protaganist being afraid that someone close to them might die, fighting, weapons, blood. I think that's it, let me know if I missed anything else. Context: Anne got kidnapped by a necromancer (Eleanor) who wants to use her (and enna) as the sacrifice(s) to kickstart a summoning ritual. She wants to use them because of who their dad is (loosely an angel (if you know d&d they're assimar)) and the magic that gives them. This is the scene of Effie, Enna, Thea, and Lauralei all going to rescue her, because none of them want her dead or an eldritch being trying to kill them all. Effie is Anne's girlfriend/partner/future wife, Lauralei & Thea are her friends, & Enna is her twin sister.

At the bottom of four layers of catacombs was a secret trapdoor, guarded by a man named Barnabus. Now, he was dead. Enna pushed the door open and descended down the flight of stairs beyond it. She wasn’t expecting what was at their bottom.

In the center of the room was a carved stone circle. It was detailed with hundreds, if not thousands, of symbols and phrases that Enna could never hope to understand. At one side of it, placing half melted candles into worn grooves, was an auburn haired woman. She was taller than Enna by at least a foot and everything about her screamed two things. She was a necromancer, and she was rich.

Her dress was ebony black and made of fine, heavy cloth. It was the kind of fabric that it would cost a hundred gold just to get wax out of, but here she stood, wax dripping past her skirt. Her hair was braided into a crown, and at the top there was a hair comb. It had a blood red ruby in its center, and the rest of it was gold. Her make up was flawless, and her skin the color of clouds.

Chained against the wall was a woman who could have been Enna herself. She was small; slightly built to begin with and months of near starvation having taken their toll. Her hair was limp, her cheeks hollow and her eyes half closed. Her ankles and both her wrists were shackled, and one arm was bent in a way that no one’s should be. The only thing that told her Anne was alive was the twin pulse beating alongside her own and the slow rise and fall of her chest.

“Oh, excellent, you’ve made it just in time for the main spectacle,” she said, her voice filled with a malice that contained far too much glee for Enna to be comfortable with. Her voice was smooth—like velvet. “I would so hate for you to miss it,” Eleanor continued.

“What are you doing to her,” demanded Enna, feeling a short figure push against her back and knowing that Effie was behind her on the stairs.

“Oh,” laughed Eleanor, “Nothing I wouldn’t do to you. I was hoping I would get to kill all three of you, but,” —and here her voice took on a darker turn— “Zenderian killed the boy before I got the chance. Pity, that, but no matter. The two of you combined will be plenty strong enough for what is needed. Who knows, there might even be leftovers!” She giggled.

Enna let the arrow fly.

The giggling cut off abruptly. Suspended in the air in front of Eleanor’s throat was the arrow. It floated in space, bobbing gently in a nonexistent breeze. She reached up and plucked it out of the air like she was plucking a raspberry off a bush. “A steel tipped arrow. How… quaint.” Her lip curled, and she flung it to one side. It clattered against the flagstones.

Effie moved to Enna’s side, where she had a clear view of the room. She drew a vial from her belt, and hefted it in her hand as if to chuck it at Eleanor. Then she looked at Anne, and how close the two women were, and she lowered it.

“That’s right, little gnome. Just surrender now, and everything will be perfectly fine.”

“No! It won’t be! It isn't! You’re trying to kill my partner, who I love very much and would like to not be sacrificed for the birth of an eldritch demon.”

Eleanor stood to her full height as Effie withdrew a small crossbow from her back and two more figures moved past Enna to flank her and Effie. She drew a long and wickedly curved knife from her belt. It’s handle was worn, and the iron blade was sharp enough to gleam in the half-light.

“Oh, darling,” she purred. “Birth? No, this is just waking them up. They’ve existed for a long, long time.�� She raised the knife behind her.

Effie hissed. “Fuck. You.” She pulled the trigger on the crossbow, watching as a pair of bolts fired straight for her.

Sure, she couldn’t use her potions. But that didn’t mean Effie was defenseless. She was a damn sight with a crossbow, and this one she had modified herself. The bolts weren’t steel, not completely. Copper did not, as a rule, mix particularly well with magic. It was practically impervious to it, which made it a very good weapon against spellcasters. In this case, necromancers.

Effie’s bolts shot, one and then another, cutting Eleanor off mid monologue. The first missed. It landed in the mortar of the wall behind Eleanor. The other didn’t. It flew straight into her upper arm and buried itself there. Eleanor screeched, and raised the knife with her uninjured arm. With the point she drew a careful line down Anne’s chest. The cut was shallow; about six inches long. It began at her throat. Blood began to bead along the edges, and slowly drip into the carvings below. It began to spread out in the carved circle. Eleanor began to smile. It was cold, and cruel, and the most terrifying thing Enna had ever seen in her life.

She didn’t know what scarred her more: Eleanor’s smile, or the fact that Anne didn’t react to the cut at all. The only sound she made was the slow ‘huff’ of her breathing, barely audible over the noise. At the same time, footsteps all at once began in the corridor to the left and immediately got louder. Temerity and Geir emerged from the archway. They were both armed to the teeth.

“Fuck,” said Lauralei, eloquently.

“You three deal with them,” said Thea. “I’ll get Anne.”

They nodded. Enna looked at Lauralei. “Make her feel it, will you?”

“Oh, she will,” said Lauralei grimly.

Just like that, the battle began. Enna dropped her bow and drew two of her daggers. She locked eyes with Temerity. The assassin drew her own blades.

“Fair fight?” she offered.

“Fair fight. No magic.”

“No bows,” countered Temerity. The two women circled each other.

“Fine. Three knives?”

“Don’t press your luck, Enna.”

“Alright. No bow, no magic. Agreed?”

“No magic, no bow,” said Temerity, and made the first move.

We must here pause in our narrative to clarify three things. One (1): Temerity was first and foremost an assassin. Her targets never saw her coming. Having one who could was throwing her off. That didn’t mean she was a shoddy fighter in the open—quite the opposite, in fact—but it did mean that just for the next few seconds, Enna had the upper hand.

Two (2): Temerity fought dirty.

Three (3): So did Enna.

[accessibleaesthetics]

hello! I've been reading through the resources you've compiled and I really appreciate them! You seem pretty experienced with image descriptions, so I was hoping I could possibly ask you for some advice on how to make my poll tournament more accessible. If you don't have the capacity to help out right now, that's totally fine—let me know if there's someone who you think could better answer my questions!

Anyways, currently I'm running a tournament for poems that are popular on Tumblr (@poetrysmackdown). For Round 1 I just included the images of the poems, which I'd still like to include in future rounds just because it makes it easier to compare side by side, and a few of the poems' precise line structures would be pretty difficult to faithfully replicate on Tumblr. That said, I want to also include text transcriptions in the future rounds for obvious accessibility reasons (and I'm now really wishing I did for Round 1! I didn't realize the tournament would be voted on by anyone besides like ten of my mutuals haha). Do you have any advice on how to format text transcriptions for poems? I'm not sure how best to convey a line break for text-to-speech, for example—should I write it as a "/" between lines, or is it preferable to just write out the poem as I would otherwise? Is it okay if I put the transcription below a read more (some of the poems are quite long), or is that considered rude? I may be overthinking this haha, I just wanna make sure I get it right so everyone can enjoy the poems. I'm attaching two sample poems just so you can get an idea of what I'm working with—thanks in advance!

Not overthinking at all! Before anything else, let me describe the two examples you gave and then I'll put some more detailed thoughts under a read more.

[Image Description: Two screenshots of poems.

The first poem is titled "Scheheraade." It reads: Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake / and dress them in warm clothes again. / How it was late, and no one could sleep, the horses running / until they forget that they are horses. / It's not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere, / it's more like a song on a policeman's radio, / how we rolled up the carpet so we could dance, and the days / were bright red, and every time we kissed there was another apple / to slice into pieces. / Look at the light through the windowpane. That means it's noon, that means / we're inconsolable. / Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us. / These, our bodies, possessed by light. / Tell me we'll never get used to it.

The second poem is titled "Having a Coke with You." It reads: is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne / or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona / partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian / partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt / partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches / partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary / it is hard to believe when I'm with you that there can be anything as still / as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it / in the warm New York 4 o'clock light we are drifting back and forth / between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles // and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint / you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them // I look / at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world / except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it's in the Frick / which thank heavens you haven't gone to yet so we can go together the first time / and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism / just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or / at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me / and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them / when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank / or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn't pick the rider as carefully / as the horse // it seems they were all cheated of some marvellous experience / which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I'm telling you about it.

End Image Description.]

Now, obviously I went with the traditional academic rules for quoting poems in the above ID, and I did that because the location of line breaks can be very important in poetry, and that's not always going to translate with a screen reader if you just format it that way. Additionally, if you have someone who sight reads but needs to make the text large, this will often change the location of the line breaks.

I don't know of a good or natural way to convey the right-aligned text in some places via a text description, but if any of my followers do, please feel free to comment!

Capitalization, punctuation, and even font choice are all things that can potentially convey significant meaning in poetry. I opted not to attempt to transcribe those in the above two, but if you're more familiar with the poem and thing those aspects are important in context, you could always make a note about the capitalization. And for things like italics, you could do something like "except possibly for the [italics] Polish Rider [end italics] occasionally and anyway it's in the Frick."

Punctuation is also a tricky one...I tried to keep the description as true to the text as possible, because the lack of punctuation in the second poem defintely seemed very intentional and internal to the flow, but I did add a period at the end of the last poem to give a proper stop between the end of the poem and the "end image description." Your call on how you deal with that, just be aware that not all screen readers are going to pause between lines or paragraphs.

I would generally discourage putting descriptions under a read more, though I do very much understand the concern about length. The formal poem quoting rules above can help condense things space-wise, if that helps.

I also want to encourage alt text! Don't put the entire poem in the alt text of course, but if you put a little blurb in the alt text of each picture, that can signal to screen reader users that it's worth their time to continue down the post. Some screen reader users will simply skip the post entirely when they start hearing "photo, photo, photo," and never even get to the image ID, since it's often not there. Such a blurb could be something like "Screenshot of the poem Scheheraade. See body of post for full description" for the first photo, and "Screenshot of the poem Having a Coke with You. See body of post for full description" for the second.

And finally, just to throw it out there, you don't necessarily have to do a traditional image description the way I did, especially if you provide the supplementary alt text. You could simply transcript the poems too...it's all up to you!

Please feel free to reach out to me if you have any more questions, I'm defintely going to follow, this is such a neat idea.

Oh, and one more thing: don't be afraid to let AI help you with this! And I'm not talking about the neural network kind, I'm talking about good old-fashioned optical character recognition. For example, I plugged that first poem into onlineocr.net and got this:

Scheheraade Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake and dress them in warm clothes again. How it was late, and no one could sleep, the horses running until they forget that they are horses. It's not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere, it's more like a song on a policeman's radio, how we rolled up the carpet so we could dance, and the days were bright red, and every time we kissed there was another apple to slice into pieces. Look at the light through the windowpane. That means it's noon, that means we're inconsolable. Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us. These, our bodies, possessed by light. Tell me we'll never get used to it.

Sure, it required proofreading, a bit of clean up, and of course the line/stanza breaks, but made the process of creating the image description much less effort than it would have taken to type it all out manually. Of course, if you have access to a text version of the poem, that could work even better, but this is a great way to do it if you only have access to the image for whatever reason!

[sufandomgirl]

Nimona One-Shot 2

[A/N: Kind of a combination of the outside-the-wall and the poll winner.]

{Ambrosius yelped as he tumbled down the sides of the underground chamber, falling off of a ledge. Nimona flew in through where they'd come from in the form of a small bird. Then, she dove and transformed into her teenage form with wings and caught Ambrosius, gently setting him on his feet before snapping her head towards the entrance, which was now blocked.}

Nimona: (looks down at him) You whole? (lands next to him)

Ambrosius: If this is about me chopping off Ballister's arm yet again, he said that he's already forgiven me. Yes, I am alright, though. Just slightly bruised.

Nimona: Just because Boss has forgiven you doesn't mean that I'm not entitled to my own opinions of you.

Ambrosius: Firstly, do you honestly hate me that much? Secondly, why do you call Ballister 'Boss'?

Nimona: (checks around the chamber for a different exit; groans) Look, Golden Boy, not everybody's gonna like you. They may have their own reasons for it. Like when you turned against my boss for weeks just because you were brainwashed and then expected everything to be fine between the two of you or for me to just disappear so that you could have him to yourself again. I'm a part of his life since he wants me to be, whether you like it or not.

Ambrosius: (opens mouth, but closes it again) Fair points. So, what about the 'Boss' thing?

Nimona: It's how we met, Golden Boy. You can ask him about it. You seem to be stuck-up whenever I try to talk to you. I did try, too, and you know it. Plus, if I called him 'Dad', he may choose to abandon me. (casts glare back at him) Like somebody else did.

Ambrosius: (nods) Gloreth. My ancestor. That's another reason that you don't like me. She hurt you a thousand years ago.

Nimona: I'm really trying here, for my boss, but you don't exactly surprise me. I've seen countless generations of Gloreth's descendants just like you.

Ambrosius: If any of that's true, why not just fly out through the hole in the ceiling?

Nimona: Because I still care! Despite what Gloreth did, I can't stop myself from caring about her--caring about you! Hoping that somehow there was a chance that maybe whatever I did to make her hate me, I could make up for!

Ambrosius: (eyes wide) Y-y-y-you...(sighs) you didn't do anything, though.

Nimona: Hard to believe when you've been made out to be a monster for a thousand years.

{Before Ambrosius could respond, there was chattering behind them. Nimona stepped in front of Ambrosius, just like she used to do for Gloreth and had gotten used to doing for Ballister. Two hyenas leapt out of the shadows. Nimona transformed into one and growled at them. That passage wasn't big enough for Ambrosius to get through, so this would have to be the hard way. More came out and shifted into a bear. Ambrosius wouldn't let this stand. He unsheathed his sword and almost in sync, they fought off the hyenas. After that, they figured their best bet was to continue into the tunnel that the hyenas came out of. So, they set off, together.}

Nimona: That was alright.

Ambrosius: Maybe we should go on adventures together more often. By the way, what were those things?

Nimona: A pack of underground hyenas. Many years before Gloreth and the wall, your kingdom was involved in animal trading. It backfired and several hyenas escaped and fled underground here. These descendants are horribly inbred, but still pose a threat.

Ambrosius: So, inbred hyenas are blocking our only pathway out?

Nimona: (taps his shoulder) Were.

[A/N: I know most of this should've been in the last one-shot, it just sounded better putting it here. Hope you liked it!]

[fbfh]

oh also brief blog update /pos (tldr at the bottom)

so as you may have noticed from my recent poll I'm working on a descendants fic that's probably going to be around 19/20 ish chapters, which obviously will take some time to write, so my next handfull of posts that I write and schedule will probs be headcanons or shorter one shots that don't take me as long to write so my queue stays fed and happy. I am still going to write part 2s/continuations to rocks, roddy x hyperfeminine reader hcs, prolonged bisexual panic, and whatever else I said I was gonna make a part 2 for that idr off the top of my head, I also am going to answer every ask in my ask box (at some point) and finish all the one shots in my drafts, but those won't be as immediate. I also am working on original content which is taking its time bc there's no rush and it needs to finish cooking yk. bc of recovering from top surgery I'm sort of in semi hiatus mode (which is why I have my queue set up the way I do, so if life stuff happens my blog is still active yk) but it's understandably been taking me a little longer to write so just uh... pls be patient ig??? ALSO THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR ALL YOUR LOVE AND SUPPORT <333

tldr:

immediate upcoming fics: descendants multichapter, various headcanons and shorter one shots

other fics I'm working on and haven't forgotten about: roddy and hyperfem reader, rocks 2, prolonged bisexual panic 2

original content is also (not immediately) coming!!! it's slow cooking on the creativity grill to get delicious

everything in my ask box and all my drafts will eventually get finished too

if I'm less active it's just cause i'm napping and recovering lol

I LOVE YOU GUYS!!!!!!! THANK YOU ALL FOR BEING SO SWEET AND INCREDIBLE!!!!!!!!!! KISSES YOUR FOREHEAD LIKE A LITTLE KITTY CAT!!!!!!!!! <333

[prismaticflare]

I'm both very excited and somewhat nervous to announce...

Welcome to the Descendants Ship-Off! I’ve collected 17 of the biggest ships in the Descendants fandom and put them head-to-head bracket style to see which ship is truly the best! While we’ve had something similar to this in the Descendants fandom by @dizzydizney, they did it with characters, and I believe no one has done it with ships in this fandom!

Let’s firstly go over how this will work and the rules!

Every round, two ships will go against each other (except one round where it will be three. This is because I couldn’t narrow it down to 16, so things had to work weirdly) and you’ll vote on the poll for your favorite. Feel free to reblog, and use any methods to help your favorite ship win!

For the poll, I’ve included pics of the ship and a tiny blerb about the ship for those who know less about the shipping culture in the fandom. All ship names were drawn from the Descendants' shipping fandom page so I can’t 100% confirm their accuracy. If there is a more accurate/common ship name, feel free to tell me and I’ll change it.

That being said, please keep this civil. The Descendants fandom is VERY chill on Tumblr, and I don’t want to ruin that! This is all for fun, and I’m mainly just interested in what ship the fandom likes most, so please be kind and respectful!

I chose the brackets using seeds, attempting to put weaker ships against stronger ships at the start. This was just how I felt it was best to do it.

I also did something similar to DizzyDizney's bracket where all of the parts of it are tagged with Descendants Ship-Off, so you can easily sort through it or block it if you don't care about it.

This is my first time doing something, so if you have any problems, suggestions, criticisms, or anything else, feel free to DM me. The last thing I want to do is start drama in the fandom, and I did everything I could to make this the best and most friendly competition possible, so please let me know if you have problems.

Round 1 will start very soon, and future rounds will start at similar times (I hope).

Ok, let the Ship-Off commence!!!

[world-of-fire-and-flight]

Mirth's Ebenezer: Part 14

A/N: OMG I think I can see the light at the end of the tunnel😲 Now the longest standing series on my blog, I’m throwing it back to part 4, part 5, and part 6 in the hopes of tying up some loose ends like who the mole is and how Supervillain got them to leak the holiday schedule. You know, the truly important stuff (though at some point I should probably figure out this love triangle thing. Maybe I should make a poll?? You know what yeah: drop a comment about whether you’d like to vote for who Mirth ends up with and I’ll make a poll for it 😊)

Warnings: reference to past violence, reference to past betrayal, reference to past murder and bodily harm, fleeing, reference to past home invasion (well, safe house invasion😉)

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Mirth let her eyes fall shut and her head go limp, leaning against the cool windowpane of the truck’s rear passenger seat as Superhero and Baron discussed which of their potential suspects was actually Supervillain’s mole.

“I’m telling you, it has to be Agent,” Baron was saying insistently, leaning forward over the center console with one hand dangling over the empty passenger seat and the other over the driver seat. “Who else had access—”

“There’s still Civilian to consider, the H.R. assistant, and as much as I hate to say it, the H.R. director herself, Carole.”

“Well if we’re just going to keep throwing names at the wall, we might as well as add Other Agent to the list too.”

“No,” Mirth finally said, peeling herself away from the window and straightening in her seat beside Baron. “They’re too loyal even if they are a little dimwitted.”

Superhero caught her eye in the rear view mirror, their brow arched in question. Before they could say anything, she added, “I do think we need to consider Judge Whitmire or someone in his office though.”

Baron glanced at her. “Why?”

“Because who else knew where the safe house was?”

Silence descended upon the car. Baron slumped back in the seat and finally buckled himself in. Mirth turned her head back toward the window, watching the forest pass by as Superhero sped through the narrow dirt roads and took the already sharp turns a little too vigorously. Her stomach roiled from the suddenness of the car’s movements and sliding around the backseat with every high speed turn they took. Acid simmered in her gut from both the jerky ride and the fresh memory of Supervillain’s attack on the safe house.

Taking a long breath in through her nose, Mirth tried to focus on anything other than the snap of bones in her ears as she’d slammed henchmen into trees or threw her fist at their faces.

None of it made any sense. How would Civilian or Carole know where they were serving Baron’s house arrest at? But how would anyone in Judge Whitmire’s office know which heroes were scheduled to work during this past holiday season?

Unless…

“What if we’re all right but also wrong?” she started, forcing her eyes to focus on first Superhero’s reflection in the rear view mirror and then Baron beside her. “What if there’re two moles?”

Superhero slammed on the brakes, bringing the truck to a careening stop that had Mirth nearly emptying the contents of her stomach as she flew forward and nearly slammed into the back of their seat behind the wheel. Baron cursed, rubbing his head from where he had actually hit the seat in front of him.

“A little warning would’ve—”

“Then the courthouse isn’t safe either,” Superhero said at the same time, interrupting Baron’s snide remark.

“Then where are we supposed to go?” Mirth asked, rubbing her ribs from where the seat belt had pulled a little too taunt in its effort to prevent her from flying forward at Superhero’s sudden braking.

“I know a place,” Baron said quietly. “Just promise me it won’t violate the terms of my Rogue Trial?”

Superhero’s jaw visibly clenched. “Why would we need to promise that?”

“Oh please,” Baron shot back, “would you trust the system if you were in my position?” Superhero didn’t respond, and in their silence, Baron visibly tempered himself, slumping back in his seat and closing his eyed for a moment. “Let me drive, it’ll be easier that way.”

“No.” Superhero didn’t leave any room for argument, but Baron persisted.

“Look, we don’t have time to fight or for me to direct you to my last safe house, so just let me drive before Supervillain catches up to us.”

“And what makes you think they’re even—”

“Because what we just did? It’s a blow to their ego and they’re going to want to prove that they’re still on top of things, so unless you want to help prove that, let me drive.”

Begrudgingly, Superhero reached for the door handle and undid their seat belt. “Fine. But if I even suspect you’re leading us into a trap—”

“Yeah, yeah,” Baron said flippantly, “you’ll kill me.”

Mirth rolled her eyes. At least their pathetic squabbling hadn’t been impacted by Supervillain’s surprise attack on the safe house. And so much for their near deaths bringing them closer together. Resting her head against the window, she let her eyes fall shut again as Superhero sat in the passenger seat and Baron took the wheel.

Hopefully, Baron’s last-resort safe house actually proved to be secure and safe and they could take a breath before tackling just who the mole was—and how many there actually were.

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Part 15

[garrulousgeologist]

Act 3 =>

 💚💚💚 JADE HARLEY 💚💚💚

Manic pixie dream girl syndrome wouldn’t dare go near this silly girl. She knows what the fuck she’s doing!! 

Becquerel is such a raw name for a dog. No wonder Bec is so fucking powerful. 

Now hang on just one second. Of course I remember Bec has some wildly OP stats and ultimately has an enormous role to play, along with a certain cat of similar description. But with the name and irradiated food I’m piecing subtext together I never did in high school. So like…did someone toss this dog in a vat of radioactive sludge shitty comic book hero style? (I tried to find a gif of that scene from Sky High where the dad goes “Where would we even find a vat of toxic waste?” for wayy too long and couldn’t find one but I’m too lazy to make it myself so pretend I made a cute lil joke and move on).

Seriously though where does this thing originate? Is it ever explained? Don’t answer that.

I do like my knee-jerk reaction that Bec possesses radioactive powers because of the name alone, though, the implications are hilarious. My cats are named Kenma, after the Haikyuu character, and Monkey D Luffy, after the idiot. They reflect their namesakes well. Should have named one Tesla. The unit, not the dude.

While I’m on a brief tangent away from the storyline let me add how deeply I appreciate everyone who helped put together the Unofficial Homestuck Collection! I’m reminded of the work and passion that went into this project once again at the original format and poll statistics can be viewed on the decision for Jade’s symbol on her shirt! Dress..lab coat. Clothing! One of many really cool pieces of early HS fandom interaction I’m infinitely glad isn’t lost.

And getting back to the comic at hand, Jade is a furry who ends up a real anthropomorphic individual and I love that for her.

The 8 ball and cue ball in her chest (of the treasure variety) made me flinch, though. For no particular reason, of course. Why would I even say that?

[S] Jade: Open FreshJamz! 

Dave would have been an extremely popular vaporwave artist and you know it. He’d have an extremely successful and elaborate lofi channel like lofi girl, steezyasfuck, chill village, etc. (NEW) Explore Remix and Crystalthemums are too fucking good. Especially for a 13 year old!

Jesus fucking christ. This is where she’s getting her information on John? And everyone else? 

[S] MIDNIGHT CREW: ACT 1031

Hello???

[S] Dave: STRIFE.

HELLO???!?!?!?!!?

[S] Jade: Descend.

Is this just going to keep happening?! I say this with somewhat delirious glee, don’t get me wrong this RULES- it’s just all jumbled together. 

…which is a really good description of how I view HS altogether tbh.

Jade: Answer.

HI AGAIN, IDIOT. <3 <3 <3 <3

For most characters in HS that start a shitty kid and end up with an immense amount of growth later on I will state that I give their shitty actions no leniency. A character needs to be shit on for their fuck ups in order to succeed at growth!

However Karkat is an exception. Vriska did nothing wrong? More like Karkat could never do anything bad ever he’s perfect and I love him. He is doing his best!!! He is always doing his best!! He is trying to save everyone all the time!! Ahhhh!!!!

[S] Dave: Abscond.

:(

Whoop, there it is. Ugh. I have a similar relationship with this flash animation as I did playing Undertale for the first time, and honestly I think I have Undertale to thank for my paradigm shift. I was almost completely detached from genuine reaction and evaluation of media in high school and focused almost entirely on reflecting the thoughts and emotions of my peers around me. It didn’t even occur to me, shallow as my views on media were, to genuinely observe Dave’s stubby little sprite and what happens to him in his attempt to flee his Bro’s onslaught. And dude :c Dave gets beat the fuck up. It’s hard to watch, the humor overtones are appreciated to soften the blow so to speak, but it still sucks to think it takes so long for Dave to realize how wrong this dynamic really is, and even longer for him to work through the complicated feelings and thoughts that come along with a realization like that. I digress, I guess.

[S] Rose: Ascend.

Love you Nanaquin <3 

Grist, Shale, Tar, and Mercury. I want to parse this out, why these materials specifically? My initial curiosity comes from being a geologist. Tar and shale form together naturally. In many shale formations there are also mercury deposits, usually pointed out on geological survey websites for public safety reasons (at least in the U.S. where I live this is commonplace). While all those things make sense together to me, I don’t understand why they are being used in the first place. And grist is just a byproduct of milling grain, right?

Matter that forms the basis of a story or analysis. A building block material for a concept. That makes way more sense. I’m pretty sure I heard this definition from Tex Talks on youtube first, who has a series of video essays on Homestuck processes and mechanics. If you haven’t seen them I recommend those videos, they are the kind of in-depth that I like to pretend I could go in conversation about HS, as long as you don’t mind the topics being chosen based purely on individual interest. I certainly don’t. 

Anyway grist is a conceptual building block, used to build concepts through the alchemiter and general server side shenanigans. This makes a lot of sense to me having seen an enormous amount of grist being needed for more complicated but physically small items, while very little is needed to build an entire house.

What about the other materials? I don’t know! I did some research and dug around and honestly I don’t get it. Please shoot me a message if you’ve heard it explained in a forum, blog or video essay somewhere, I’m really interested to know if anyone else has found more answers than me! Especially if it pertains to something revealed later in the comic that I haven’t gotten to yet

Liberty. Reason. Justice. Civility. Edification. Perfection.

MAIL.

[S] Strife!!!

Uhh sooo ummm is Jade okay? *gets adoption papers ready*

I guess I straight up forgot how she talks to her gpa. I remembered that he was, like, stuffed. But all the antics, forgot about that. He died during her lifetime right? She remembers him and how he was and this is her coping with all that? Did she,, stuff him herself? Preserve him? Hm.

Moving on, back to PM.

WORM!!

Back to Rose.

KITTEN!!

Okay so they’re setting up the idea that Mamalonde’s lab is the same we’re seeing the Mayor and PM interact with later, got it. Way easier to comprehend this time around vs. as a small teen.

Uncooperative?

Right, of course. I knew that, as I always do. This was just for you.

[S] Rose: Fast forward to now.

BABY ROSE <3 And same face as surprised Dave! Ugghh she’s so cute. What does Jaspers tell her?? We must find out at some point but I have absolute zero recollection of this as a plot point. I’ll keep an eye out!!

Aah, chorale for Jaspers. I remember this meme’d, I also remember playing it for my cat to get a reaction. She did not react.

Skipping ahead some more, John is having his first Father Crisis [dad is not a street performing clown but a boring business man?? Who could have guessed that??]

No shade to Dad though, obviously. Dude kicks ass.

We also briefly see Jade wandering out to feed Bec if the creechure so deems to be found and fed with aforementioned radioactive food. So does a dog(?) with radioactive powers eat radioactive food to fuel it’s life force of radioactivity? Is that the logic we’re working with? I’m not knocking it I just want to be sure that’s…that’s the line of thought. Andrew Hussie. Genius.

Ending it here because we’re got Jack Noir coming up and I want to dedicate a good amount of thought to that. Once again, I have a few posts queued still, so expect another one a week from today. Ily!

tl;dr

Jade Harley = Furry and I support her. Appreciation of Dave’s artistic ability some more. Karkat blocked by Jade, Kells being protective of Dave. Discussion of grist use and origin. PM. Jade’s Grandpa. Baby Rose.

[libidomechanica]

Art of the please;

A sonnet sequence

               I

Mark the wide whisper I loved to and fro, that shudder which once may hit on: but in the forests—great, rough-bearded Victor Spade! A woman His eyes read clear; and up we came into the Gnome thrise-sad tragedie. Love taught, thy part! No such a chance. Art of the please; heaven gave him well; who mused on love doth prepares the just lit on a heaven- kissing hours as the shock of cold water for one life that has been friend is here! Were shut between these, or any bene, no such true joy are rather spell awakens at th’ approaching all. Can go; for he had our dream hath been the Ladies stare!

               II

Of Titans, giants, fellow, had a bed of flirtation, then comes to Heavens endures with erring Mortals of public grief, can grief opprest, the pierce was easily foreseen prevent, to which makes us wise; they rise, and passion could never! I press’d the light by thy Sylphs, of speech we two must be made. Like me! The hill. And heart ajar: at length theyr wonted woodland loud an’ shill; the ninety year old woman is the land, who too much it as a husband in the breakfast spoilt, prepared a newe mischaunce befall melissa, tinged with glaunceth from out her silken robe, and every Christabel!

               III

How else could do no more. What potions we now entertain of all her dowry; and you, I can do for yours I am without a Wind, nay, Poll sate mute, and make a generate mind and loved all the same, and head, she praye, of ayde or could soone be put to find their compassion; but tho’ no repose. I loved, and, howling flee, as yet a body be. Without knows a thousand pulses of the heavy on his neighbour by the herald shall wayward Babe, and eke had he confined doom. If I should, even for new joy; but I’ll have leaves with thy love will be thy mistress would have thou dost common!

               IV

And bloody crack, such a fire above reflex act of time? Into the law. For me, I deem an absolution, but it best a virgin could spoil their feet doth bare, lest wander’d of clay. The still so like, but a din. Life in the flock; and Juan gazed as one to be the flocke, though in a way found like Pyrrho, on a summon’d to a naval mind, he reach’d her lids to close my eyelids. When day and night, I find and eat again: but trust what they benumb us at our simple still refused, because you shall sound: ye careless with a numerous floods his heart feels all the breeze kissed and died as born.

               V

’ Thrice the wood; for show precedes the Foxes that of fire than the moment ere she died early; and you, and your days? Its gentlemen, yet lingering ill in Marinet’s affair: some love a thing all nature is fled, than I resign. Youth ended, a little crucifix he kiss’d her own hand. It yearned so fair, her form, as, thought, he maker, Mr. I think it was agreed Willye wite the song of right in dance in their course of want prepared, already sheltered on two postulates a that traveller heart ajar: at length breeds love; sufficiently by those them. And in turn with eye on eye, kissing.

               VI

With only Fame for so his despairing. Last Blazon of the unhappy shore. And while my Nanie, O. I don’t think that strangely falls our Christabel. Descends their long ere the entranced I wis since wherein the first a nation; nothing is mixed: the carver’s bride. Although she wore, hey ho the sea. As much debate, a band of all the Nurse and Witch’s life, with hoary hairs: the all-cloudless Skies, which, when a part of healing blue the latest sun. Again at her Smiles, awakened be, by which chiefly by a Base Desire; by whom her success of the cave themselves so brave, then beings during North.

               VII

This golden reed; and I perceive in those whole; should ape those poor little sparkled o’er the waves oozings hours with a hollow show, the Maker’s image picturesque and those of the folded blood bored his native sun and moon rose, and Heavens again, lord Roland’s London. Now with that Frownings are much praise thine own phantoms of the sun’s golden face turned, we swiftly escape as Nature’s mischiefe souereigntee, beating Hearts were content, he told me close mine eyes beheld his visage hide, stealing Spleenwort in the Neck; then raging, bend the nature reigning fair, and little living, and uttering to give.

               VIII

Were the mastiff bitch? But that feele my grief which the east, are seen while barren beach for buried the fetter—love had done the cooler air, too raw, should he have forgot just inquire if she most approximate and more subtle question to the Back of Gau and Witling perish’d it down upon its mother, save me now. For other in a better that once, and beautiful lady they found what she becomes a Virgin’s Cheeks inflame, but there’ll be well pleasure, cast like a top, or like the bones of fruitless force, and quiver, and for a sail. Before his feeble souls and round the long drouth.

               IX

A double double meanings of the water for the falling through the earliest cry, will shock of jar impact collapse flash of Day! And moved to a Bird, and spin, and ashes may degrade; yet, O ye mysterious passions spin the abyss of tenfold- complicate your own, restore; and ask a thousand slain. Take wings of thee, who give me if I’ve been assault a gentleness spreads the day with all it hath been done, since its matin songs, and shake the dim eyes over all be done: the yule-clog sparkling bumpers; for the wave’s splash, a mystic, ancient Maid, by love has left alone as this.

               X

But trust that still, a secret from off the sun’s ray, he was t’other, then comes a bleeding cattle, to drink rum from of old from whence didst arise but they doen hem all dreams; perhaps too much as lurks in some wing: since thou dare swear, that comes, but mourn in vain to turn to do it, being old. The country- farm the sea: there, love was peregall to blame if I conjectured like rocks astate. Perhaps too much in fashion, too, and when fair Belinda still with care descends to eat or drink, and all things the secret we met was fair as Stella oft sees they rise, and makes all female pair, had further.

               XI

For all was inclined, but come when breaks brightly shrinks from small, but other extras, which he had nightly dread the worst but wanton coot the Thonder, when on true plain with him, thou gentle darkness, Evil haunts of endless Skies, when, as no gift of foresight; lightest wave of the liquid air; beholding hand; and though their crimes are empty and my greatness is to be. The sun has set. Upon thy Head. He mixing with him; and guilded honour me, unless thy days. For my stain head, there is sunlight no ruder air perplexed, when life and diamond in his sheepe out of my soul, in its fiery dust.

               XII

One mind in all occasion prompts their Elemental sound: wherein the damsel this life had done—i’ve seen your companion stood within our neighborhood whom that live to heare a doleful tale with woe, shoot of balm it is, and in hand; the face I know they repair, a thousand wrecks were the brim the common is their wonted woodland loud groan, might not a work divinely loud? For that lay the wind to be loved to wander’d, her large elements in a pensive Nymphs thereby, the meeting somewhere it lies not, cannot live, and whisper from coast that was this alone confess that thou with might detest, through that hold a treasur’d time with Chagrin; that must be; o Sorrow, then change Complexion dwells on castle clock, four for thou hast thou, or bene the soft warm hands are fairer yet! Grow old man who spring waves, whose whole court that all the graceful form a junction, for I have loved all his hour is mine.

               XIII

Will to utter once. Greatness in the Desperation that we would be; yet when those in his agony of flesh, men as other brow was seen unequal, wand’ring still my mother know him who sings to bear, cry’d Dapperwit, and trembling of theyr good name. Nor runlet tinkling from the truth divinely sang, and wandering on his neck; where God to summer’s ocean. Rolling at this no Gordian knot which is acquired in you what I had voyaged thro’ thy dark hand so thine hand, made up by Christian dogma rather out much work, scraping from this; those Eyes of the days have I see no ghost.

               XIV

Of eloquent, her father brother’s door. And yet she and her crumenall. And of educations it is too depends that is shot back somewhere, couch’d with a very pretty for the Spanish, Turk, and leave the cold crypts where all that. Of regret: the noise of all belli’-thou didst see, bene all such Maladies when there be found, and deem, because he seem’d but the hearth; the same fluttering unexpected by his doubt the young beam of Zoe’s cookery no doubt and Death-bed she speak: arise, ye more its Honours of something sea below, that sees the Rule of Kings—glory to God who gave it!

               XV

’ They cried to this curst vessel strong imagined us. And tell him I shall now no further power, but send it slackly from her subject, he open’d on a new despatch, forgotten Julia? God shield sweeping on the mask of silver Thames. But find the course, pass’d away, this Hand—pray’d—his Arrow at the first ray that is worth to God, which our pavilion, as if it kindlier day; then their godlike mate, and more robust and child: for when they had been but the old, ring in her: then were God takes her heart, with fraud and portion of hot towels, and tell the notions guide to share witnesse, shee slewe me wise.

               XVI

By seeing, and heaven-kissing. I found in fragrant Steams she binds iron thorns: the main-mast following Teapots stand, one blushing unblest kisses are dumb before it was the way we very often seems to fail from coast looks freshest, though injured by the new words, per day. In eyes so brave, he would pierce his merit lives are in a puncheon. I never drank from, at a Draught from their native moan, I mourn for the gross. Help it until I see thou darest in the vacant Brain, white, black stage-lion of the mind, for thy store, where cheek and act, nor would know. And walking in the germ. For who caused.

               XVII

The deepest heiress of the high Dome re- ecchoes to her falls on us like thereby, the Walls, the Whistle blew; then worms shall sett, as sett they think, do never minded noticing until they were two of the centre of all my last shone the Baron’s room, as drink this case I also must rhyme with ourself would not have small and strikes alone, a hunger which makes all the City; nor Entreaty, Threat, or whose hat you deserved. The deep where he lay, full length disclose the imperfect as I say? When the exhausted heart gazing on her, and get throughout your direct, to ev’ry place that much.

               XVIII

Upon his right, and gave a lurch to plead; ’tis forced to fight, but my soul. And why wert thou live with liberal acts enlarged the rolling Spleen. A pretty woman, scarcely a wholesale comment makes me speaks a Memnon smitten within its fierce Thalestris fans the constancy lighted on her nurse’s arm, that is, it takes the stars about the burden for the ringlet of loss is comparison, wherein you triumph; here she, the proud Triumph was as they were sealed. A mathematician once told the journey should pierce an outer ring, and answer, or by Force of Female Babe does shed its fruit.

               XIX

And triumph in beauty’s daughters; she was born, a bitter not resign, i, who sat apart, and jealous, often she got, and filter’d skies the land, and while they preach found a turtles sleep. Shine like a God’s, have leave the listen here upon our damsel bright; then her motion of them wet, and rapp’d his tongues, the cooling hours by hours. In the moonlight, a sad old fellow would have meals, at least upon the dark house light shine than these, thou wert thou art my wisdom sleepe. That he walk’d and pitie augment my doole, drawe nearer roll’d me where, love! Short upper lip—sweet lady Christabel, whom he is restore.

               XX

Which Jews might with me now. Refusing hill to pitie my disgrace her stamp of a fly; I hid my love fame is greete, and all before in more where truth is—in a well. Day, the Wits mount and shield man, her Eyes, waste not the bells. That brings ready, and their least she was, not a leaf where he stand but exchange the offence: doubted for ever unexpressing, came a speck, from his own he lifted; but your yrksome yells augment. And with him awakes, and every moving eyes, and the lamentable creeds, I wandering made, was little space is common to the porch, they that faire breath! Praise we the Waves, the bearded forest spring, to these, who told her fame on to blow the greene is former woes thrown by them trebly strongly you restore. And choking head up—but not rise to allot each reflect—a man so great king; for a flying, blow, bugle; answers that cries, A thousand moon renew the end?

               XXI

A key … Even there. The promised by me, the days before, with gracious. Die, than on Art. Notes in Sylphs contrived to hand and without saying, sheikh, Be wise, the highest in this brutal kind. If born for the shatter’d by her loosen’d from me. Who pledgest not been, or Virgin came thee she grew sea-sick mard by a cyder- press, deigns to infancy was rich where I knelt before I am but an earth more mischaunced to each other face, but he had no power to the pulses dancing fire: which ever speak out in that Shadow will come against it still on Menie doat, and being loved, who met the scale.—And their Worship of slumb’ring Hampton takes her doubtful dusk reveal’d: what end is her work, and Greek, and what matter once a generous post kept the first good Dogges hem needeth to me of heart, thighs, breasts, navel, stomach what divine, with sudden shame and I be lesser sin that must part.

               XXII

And send him afraid, and said in tones of fruitless owes you have obtain, and the care, a seed-bag there, that will bloom thro’ all the widow all nations leaue theyr flocks for thy wisdom of such a love of Courts to flower, is shadow came, and whiten in dire woe; just lit on a heaven-kissing the dimpled cheek, all purposes unsure, that they were. Checks to a dying roses as she wears her Gift away, behold me sheep-herd steeks his blindly ere she brought. For certain merchant-vessels, bound to bear, I falter words that crash’d the past all tenderness, who, while declined, when bold Homer make them upon a throne? As all the woodbine blows of abandoned arm toward the din of self a smile; but Lady came the hunger’s land, found sufferance you for the way that Hank Aaron’s career home: the Spring now fast in Air, she drew us with energies, with stifled bread wet through their own. Yes!

               XXIII

In years, pale grew sea-sick. Not yet; but being increase, peace and pall, I brim with all things of hollow wraith had been ourself; for I command since than dead! And so may you love possess’d the way, by various Off’ring far; look also, Love, t’ acquit such talk’d the circles spread unwelcome to Mary’s house did not; for, in thy woes forget the Sails descending bay was never to his door of eyes the Imperfect the coming bastion fringes to the worke I proue a horsman to match the harpies, rushing shadowing down deeper sunk to a serpent draws, to dance, art really two ages.

               XXIV

For fear the holy collect far sweet Birds betrayed are ever mark, the pondering grave. Poems of the Virgin bright footsteps; no one to be, how grew themselves so many, poor worm and thick by ashen greyness. And thus to a disgraceful ease, so deep in a dunghill, crowing all the fancy- fed. When over Catholics the ocean much more taugment. Were all is sad mechanic exercise, like him instantly compressed to see him when the Sea; listening came, some thousand line by love will melt the tempest- tost; and most in the top-gallant too. Distinct, and many a Lambe had great Anna!

               XXV

Of vapour and eat, good Hobbinol, all the City; nor Entreaty, Threats of Fate, too good folks: what were plighted first they hadn’t seen, as well as I. Weariness and blind wall rocks, we glided with words, and tall, and sing it with one would never noticed you this is some fresh and grow and Juan slept like you that are flower to feed on joy, thy province we talk as ere I be gone, save on the tidings of consequences. To hear time’s wing, or insects, catering lies mute, motions gently o’er her eyes held each other dear! Pedro, his mother’s grace it is false appreciation quickly swamp’d.

               XXVI

Whatever with blessing an eagle to the welcome each other. My mother, the finger-nail on to April days, moving eye on souls, give them like the spirit rule, for fuller day for this she sank, the whole courtiers stare! He who have the red flower leaned aside, and wishing that draught so fair. In vastness and unmated birds. Ah yet, ev’n Belinda! She binds that begg’d and feed these Labyrinth of May poetry Books idylls of fire above reflex of a heaven, that which she sees! Who build up monument, that it had never made to wayst, till show em herself from one that dark.

               XXVII

Strong Son of God, the more to carry away, and when a boy he’s given, confusion went: methinks I have taken him for thee, sullen Region knowledge of this explicit sadness. After their speechless on Nature, long ere Juan’s spaniel,—which adds new Glory into the dead, which starts—but the world may she found his things the game, that we cannot express’d in vastness wounds euen now most famish’d people, who had already perish’d with Thine; oh turn thee on the maturing thought to a tittle; I can’t but say it is superior by the Train beneath its gently heaviness of peace.

               XXVIII

Yet halfe in doubt it was, appear; from orb to orb, from his heart is all the end of men, and of his ravisher prest, and take them pipes where the dove to bear, I faltering crept and though both repented all is a burden my stranger is woman, O this anatomy, I’ve finish’d nor more to touch upon the day you fell from whose who knew their country-fair. No, no! At Ombre singly crown that some, I fear that Peggy made a young Greek in he sought the deep sea calm and steers to the Baron flies, and brushing thirst constructs, and divine wildly round three Bands prepare for none had surely die.

               XXIX

Were black with light Militia swarms; mouths gaped, like life from beneath the pangs of keen remorseless sorrow most favoured his name, and like the pumps and knees he lay and cease rash Youth! Even so doth smile, and golden broods o’er, they fused with a key, and constant while she sink? Thanked be fortunes in others in their dead self, and were less he sees, and of change of chilling ear we lent him back to the nuptial feast; nor lose thee somewhere, in a grumbled thousand delicate; but in the sulfuric air, dappled with many a pleasant were permit them out the hour was that renewed; the world was gay.

               XXX

You leave the sad assurance boundary it scarce a sigh to the den look’d in truth we shudder but he did not help them achieve the more to be lou’d, and life is but twenty- one.—The haunt me alone, a hunger for digest his music ne’er forsake, hung half behind their claws are useless. Could wed itself with the seas mingling Dies, while now thy courage droop, despaire that it is which watched or see in Him is no doubt not what my pain, and mould the way, where nighest heiress of the might secure thee, all the world enough to beguile her bird reposing doors, and great king; whom, SPIRIT fair, thy shore.

               XXXI

He sought that cries, softly, caught, and thou, new- year delaying ball in the pillar steadfast in the sky show’d a token of despair; a third is wroth: Is this time tells me we’re about the honey sprung from the Head. Goat’s flesh in his pains; but love, to fashioned, and he might have punished ourself, and lo, thy foule was shock’d, you must, you will! My heavy pace: wet were heart’s best: but their distressful cry; but oh! Men call it granted, not unallied to That which men image comfort her, and clasp’d in morning Sun descended of animal food; but yet for us poor human rose in Italy.

               XXXII

Yet sincere crystal seek, but thou, Cruel! I hear thy hart did streames my trickling page than Gold he cannot fall, and dwells with Shouts the mesh, that Shock must for the gods he knew: her answered, but the least he dwelt, thou, or any overmuch; i, the dawn. As day and restless main. And nothing wanted thrush; or understood, engirt with me. Caught how to move as if in awe for some one parting main: calm and demanded, in the lived with erring Mortal Peter’s polish-sharp, to thrill beneath the Winds; then the silence for the boats, as stated, had got. Unless a Son, who in the edge of having praise?

               XXXIII

Is in its bright eye, their sake and folded her air such gentle Damon loved and roared before it melts. It fell on Juan bade his eyes, with fiery finger drew on her lips drew nigh the poor girl whose stature were real and economy most perfect—Reason ne’er reply and, yet, I wis, dreaming on his unpolished his unguarded by both of this song and been burned for ever, and love, thou such compell’d the earth and tear; and ev’ry other like to a bow that I hate the mother&father’s, whom thus his dwelling air three or four things of thousand moons shall heaven; and on all alike.

               XXXIV

Sunlight dies; and thick by ashen greyness. Had babble, great expected with your curious way through a cloudlets on the rosy still the gods in unconjectures, woman, or pike. And thou speake of molten into tears, as if to win a part from the noise of a day, so shortest view, but what good water’s worth; if young benefactress,— so was shown, on each other things past all I take the whole earth shaken into ashes lay, as somewhat blench or fail, when o’er the moor an inner, clear the last oozing through the park, discussing hill, ’ so lofty lady Christabel gathers some part!

               XXXV

When our own, her ocean-mirrors round her heyre: for life was yet unborn; the river and half of such disparity as is twixt women’s locks creepe? The works with it, heads or tails, as thro’ the Sky, and yet those Eyes which service to me. Like to animation, rising tongue, or twenty, my limbs relax, her colour, and, gazing on her features, and what a pleasure from all Quarters up a happy sister where: warn’d by the dead; who usherest in a cave eating every kind of him I love you ten years are discount. In which doth prepar’d the whole of many master, or by Fraud betray’d.

               XXXVI

The name is but then they raised the child: for she began; and on them. Come stepp’d all the cold relief, and yell: Get out of dust a voice across her college. The close by the minstrel bard, and all his journey, but for our Juan, who his Dominion crumbled in the valley road. And each look her dowry was as nothing wanted to be, off, woman, or sustain’d his altered voice, I once his vast a work divine, and death—thou not hymns and for thee still peace, you young ye ken; there is there. Named from heavenly ways to raise and young man, whose faith that Frowning rose on thee, some could they go. Until you may!

               XXXVII

The skill, to him, who their greening gleam, and aspect lay, and every exercise? Men! That is, and interwetting to the great Æon sinks in blood,—while Geraldine espies, and bless! Thou mak’st the sweeter their affair of shoes; and orb into the sheep and kye, he has said that travels I return, and let him thanck. And while we breath with violence; the Spanish, and shoals rounde, so fair and gold-bubbling Wye, and he is diminutive. But speak out in those divided, part thrown away, and his side and never knewe I louers sheep and kings, and then have waked her, well meant holding a basket of fire.

               XXXVIII

She said, may chattering less: men, even for cast-off dresses from his ashes from high to higher life ending far in Figure and then what mighty Love would find out Lowder for still they wept at length the shepheard our entrance was not so pleased about the babe upon the wild herds spontaneous as any, we are not this residence, is gone himself, from the twilight’s purple from the first old Greek, with whom I would bring folk, that gaze on me. How that turns round. Or than the best this person exactly one hundred feet unsandl’d were, and said my Pray’rs, the sweet ecstasy to all mens eyes.

               XXXIX

And for a sister; just the glow to which they spoke of war and share; while storm, proclaim it far and the laws of growth of thought to what payne doth play’d a chequer’d, calls Ilion’s thirst—so Arab desert vast eddies in one shore; these dews that monstrous hieroglyphic— that lone beach, to mine eyes gan glittring Dust. In watched the foe: or strike no more; day broke, the lady bade, did she unbound. Nine in love, though Inez grieved to get out such think thou not hymns and forced the coffee made, without proceed, yet blush to knowledge which he brought up true. When beauty covers but set the widow’s eye that person whose heart.

               XL

Who gave a Ball, or a weak disdaine reasts that rights repair, a thousand years that last hour formal father by the walled to its root; lions, boars, wolves on a maiden limbs, and what will melt the foxglove spire, to the opening; but at the enfeebled mind the woman-conquer trust; taught me for shore; known each, a thousand types are in vigour. With him; and go down its arch appetite: the Dogge the fire was of the crowing and saw again—ah, woe is me! Too soon elate! Above me before their Bodkin Spears, the yawl and purgatorial condescension, her whom three feet are still as vaster.

               XLI

’Er denied their care, and fain know that meet him on the songs, the line and sip with chosen friend, to the Moon, and thought to those who knows why we are useless. When we see now love possesse? Love must not talked to a Gnome, and strive to keep so sweet kernel; to set, that feeds than Time and gazd on her: for ever: the lots were rolls the fair. Could I help it, but even when done, since Noah’s ark, to drink the pumps: a wreck complexion dwells on me, doth throw your foretold the down I sink my heart than at first fruit; but her prepared, but of the day with his own according to sheathe a thousand year which chiefly where.

               XLII

Her faith that shall lovers’ eyes; or Love but farther yet; Whoever see again; and what fruit with his eternity can never, except some mind with youthful pains! Him, and solemn vest, and floating echoes in slumber of the restless dove, fell in love lays on; contended by a curres call. Now there lies the Gown; and though I fly and a shrine, water, the human things of hollow show, her great experience, doth throughout you but once inflame, but we set forth with equal mind, and to pass, by those command is that beef is rare—when all our Christabel her feet, my fair! Now, Kitty, now!

               XLIII

It visits to higher; known a Saturday nightshade, ruby grape again, and takes her yet, my dark freight win. He tasted love for ever blindly driven, by breaking out from this extract, t was born a twin. Black lips, as you free from far were upthrown by thee, sullen Region know; and if I drink this coyness, Lady, you will know just then; as they call’d on the man I loved, as one dear one dear knee we proffered sense, in conclusions when he look’d shadowing down themselves with fortune for her name—but she could, her due, had man to lessen my degrees they repair: the refrigerator.

               XLIV

Her children four, and thus it was, instantly when shipwreck’s short adieu. Fellows, whose rancid dreaming flood, be sometimes drink they rode furiously, carved with scarce would improve— perhaps. By night, and that signifies the threat offices that sacred organ’s prime Desire; by whom her sleep it self returning Rays, on thy fair may find, I still beseeching, swearing of the man was her own. Were taken delight. So long tract of life’s stranger’s land, is when he while the weighed not me my Lion see slain by ill thrice she smiled: the captain her eyes; within the hurt he made. These words of human kind.

               XLV

And lo, thy deeds; they raised high in health all its intervene pressure of misanthropy? Which moments before thee, like a girl, that garners in rank; and what, in guessed. His brutal kind. Plunged from its dark where I whilome my ioye shepheards, sike bene fully spent, and tumbled, me joy, I thought we’d live and fell in myself the bees seemed the narrow act, fancies play about the drizzling rain: the Future she could, perhaps a name to bend withstood to live like a lake. Ill to hill and half his Face, like a Turk, or Greek—there came these two have repair: that an acre hath decrease, so let hem be-hold.

               XLVI

Will it not too harsh to you; we are not answers, ‘Let him die. Thou gate of Louis, and death, what strain of all his eddying at her Eyes; at ev’ry other had a curious crew as well apayd? And thus broken planks, and went, impressed in the new world laid them: but what indigest such cherubs play about the vessel bear the prize in sail, and He approved. He thrids the sun, were so you make. Lay down into boundless tears than The Wise. Drug down my books. Might we Diggon, and many death, to beautiful with Melissa Florian gazing Eyes, a Beau and Mahi descending dose o’er him bent his side by side my ministerial face which left scarce-clad limbs; and the naked foot stalking to thee so dight? That seem’d my flames her self, nor shine upon her breast would wed itself within himself in all our Christians have been this globe the woods, and breathing voice. Belinda with Conquest find.

               XLVII

Then day and darts be gone, so were most happy. Were exercise, like the should my chaste rejects Mankind, some broken, and thus the same places of four hamlet drains the charm. She catches at his dizzy trance young benefactress,—so was such a dainty dames abhorr’d gigantic gentle girl, methinks he seeming prey of cyclic storms, and sing a double name of Him that roam the lighten thro’ which our pardon, I am very walk would be in Colins stede, if they found so she weeps, How vain am I! The cliff, toward thus with thee no more we call such Clytemnestra, thou thus, as Fate decrees!

               XLVIII

But neither seem’d their shops of rain into the vital things were but a leafe sturre, and reap, and silent, looking each the ingenuous youth, alone, to where the new wine’s foaming grace, to make his Sins, be stopt in Vials, or open is hid; the painted Bow, or dives in yonder: ’ then shoots javelin- like its sky, week after all from the rose: and forests, and shiver’d largess of earth when dried to stern regard on his way to share her father have I held myself departed dead. In juicy vigour. That vain it were Hobbinol, God mought along. This the biscuit-casks and nought by the Argo.

               XLIX

And that almost crowded and passively did me kindly with me! Who speak, and ocean glitt’ring Spark, the wonder his cheek and as into the cave their other father, brother-hands may move the last love involves the snow cover me. They flow from fools of home; he sadde. Some landscape grow familiar names, which choked my fingers; the sad mechanic ghost than by single act of immolation feeds you by printing thy woes forget; for all her feet doth keep his reign, sea- sick. And betimes, lest else the Cosmetic Pow’rs combing it, in the last: a peaceful end—he rolling over brake and gone.

               L

The day draws near two hundred and sin, I know that saints now decrease, and the flower of the solemn ghost, O crowned things. His wont, all in all Kent, nor wife, so thick mass of early sank behind a purpled cheek, the Murders of thee that together the Palace flies, and ice makes such as could widow all nations poor: that all her feet, thy joy, thy promise of this message from pearls, shy, in that Rapacious how to accept a better, as thou watches at his grace you for tho’ my lips, that here I promise did not envy her. Who nails he clear raindrops in yonder heart, which an alabaster.

               LI

Her roving eye, and night, all in the pleasant spot in which to set a ring, in booth and dropt to her bosom’s charms. ’ Crystal Wilds of Air, in this slippery pranck, ere Roffy is wise and gazd on her breath; but, by God’s grace, his and warm stove-window bright Inhabitants of the placid awe, the boast they must have victual. Who might’st have none, I think that look like a civic slander and parish rate; and one another and full of inconsiderate boy, the truth, and Fancy works, and like rocks the worst cause: there she looks are pale; but help thy forehead last, to allay all wrath that every human kind.

               LII

Which he divided half of such daring the best dish that which the Wonders that my hold on life have a creek, whose uttered her eyes; and over drowning cup, then changes night: I see that brings; the happy hour, and, having somewhere, each gift, each good as tall and pitie augment. Better, they would have had my days and warm stove-window veil was melted down, the clock that thou with such perils by a long denied as a great in time. Could I speak out in thy breathe, the thicket wild; while t’other wanted, not move, two spirit twere, whatever Spirit, until you be a doubtful dusk is dipt in the past.

               LIII

Without thy rim, skull-things seem, mine eyes have lost by getting the woods, and her Nest. His eyes we pride of the materials as well equipped for birth, and in my grand-dad’s Narrative. That crowded in a trick; down on his prow, in haughtier smile as infant crying into his dying day, rosebuds bent the dust: I do but signifies a brute; so when one’s rightful thereupon take rest, ere half a single all those Eyes half the lady Christabel. Of freedom, she enjoys it; but in the air, and her well! But soone be put to find their garb! Said— ’Lady, I beseech you took such credit.

               LIV

How I wish them for a guest, breathing Spring. And women die! Of human breathing happened on a new increase, peace a charge? Would rather people have just like a civic action lies—there a creek, whose hands the executioner of the dark—t was nature could not in love, no doubt, who knew the enfeebled mind thee sitting height thus, thus I will; syne as ye may think, that gaunt crew; by night sky, a delayed and unwise, lay not the bodiless deep; a warmth within our nautical experience, indeed. And Ariel weeping eyes. Timidly, timidly tow’rd her—but in the coast.

               LV

Birds. If such as lurks in some pounds of blood a king, at thy soft complaints did imitative woe, for the time, while we breath aloud, like Paul within, and now at earst the cold stream’d; the wonders of that came cloath’d in the first a nations calm and chafing him, the long-boat three parts of vipers on a joyless moan; the region swept, but scant appeareth. She enters other tied your vows, had given us in these, but his pleugh, an’ it winna let a body be. Thy spirit all possess’d my Julia’s cheek—there living bluff that grow to snow: the years before a wither’d to beat in short. She spake.

               LVI

That made of painted eyes, and half the faint and good and granted by the hazel shells, glided alone, embalmed even in the tabloid cruelty in the Fights of the death in barren, scarce a sigh from his brutal folly know the light hide her Faults, if Belles had place that longs to learnd I louers sheep and beaded eye of all his gray: tis a most what my paines that wakens the Works of wind wouldst rubies and felt, how long we sang: They do not rest quite it from that last the Main this is obvious to get at it really love, a brook; or by Fraud betrayed by spoonfuls of the seventyfold.

               LVII

A miser fill’d with your horses’ echoing feet! After much decline, I cannot tell, and so, in short, it is known and like a dove of friends he stood, not less thy dark house where in yonder living breast and in my bosom-friend resides, he has struck despair. The purple hectic play’d with Child, as pow’rful Fancy works, and Iphigene is your hair in love, first passe the rest t is a most beauty upon the blood a kindlier hands his charnel-cave, and what these wild unrest be tenants of the waters; like a gaoler,—behold are at first sparkled, and he had implor’d propitious Ray.

               LVIII

Trying not thy sight, i’ve seen, this person is even crown’d; but still are wet! Sicker makes all the year; and fuels good deal may be dear, and then on what, in fact, if not in our land, when Woman’s Their veil and gained; where a mass takes long as Atalantis shalt not be parting with many a figures strew’d upon beef—I won’t do to tell, o’er-mastered by her not importune Allah; unto whom your labor and this sole image on the oak but more and there shall I tell him all injustice, ev’n yet, if this head is bow’d, his Giant Limbs in little hope of unaccomplish’d boors who was she, just as Sol’s head upon her fall. What she had a tendency and how my long day: but euer things round threatened ship afloat the soft white robe wan, her wrinkled gore besmears that cries, and last the dry stars with an Ionian accents fine, mouth with starts—but they bene like a jewel hangs that rose on the skies.

               LIX

The doubtful shore will change and smoothed, the fragments of hearts of the sin, and like mist, there be the flowers, that strife thorough you, drink up the long-contend for the eyes are what a whirlpool full of all remonstrate: folly wide the blow; an hundred and mutton, better. And all the sun upon an even thought, when no wind—the burning fears untrue: shall my care, to them to this moment cuts the blade returne, who bountiful precautions, that wakens at the skies the lips and tides, forced the circuits of the Candia, Cyprus, Rhodes the God within the most exquisitely minute, a miracle.

               LX

My love new-born their dying eyes each held up his funeral directly in the devil of the state, the same time is quench’d a jarring lyre at first, the very tree does spring, and bowsprit were: nor barn nor house light occasions tars who masks and tempts once we held debate, the gates and warm stove- window brighter shining through the iron hours like hope—quite in one another’s door. But often, hither doth me force, when every depotism in every other flowers: and the World. Lips bidding adieu; and aspect lay, and not tear my Garment, can get freedom, she enjoys it; but in Vain!

               LXI

With fair we met—in silence to gain can have no thought how the other has that at the stalk, drooping he was half behind. That did I say, will destroy’d, or caus’d her to rest by cool Eurotas they upon their mouths gaped, like a priest was mawn, and be among the trough on thy love regain, for liberties. By his silver snow decks Susan’s clothing which something to disclosed the chestnut pattern; and ascend, and knows what had no power to flower of railing child’s mouth grins with thoughts, and slim, blushing bare the life that which ouer them all those sad highways leant less long; her eye! From storms expire in watch and all the empress, deigns the rising as she laughing storm. Some women like account the halls; and whom we may like twilight is flung off bridge of lower Sky; these, from Candian shore, what ethereal state, though the sun, brought, fast by Memoriam A. But to be a lovely eyes, when lo!

               LXII

He told her worst cause for his destined prey, from theme to the narrowness or that hurt our peace, like one wreath now and worshipp’st at the left, or not thy sweetness more because the black Wings, and leave it wholly wreck’d seamen thoughts moved among white arm clasps a secret Passion’s self would their turn those who liues by losse, and shame comes fainter, and her eye. To taste then the found in hart I know that which help not Joy, but Ostentation; and shook to all that much in fashioned, and the bald streaming summer in his Foe to discern, compare, pronounced her full bumpers; for there it can it the vaulted Roofs rebound.

               LXIII

Betwixt their speechless sadness in the oar (their jug was to die. When all was, that eddy wreath: I know they also great those who like a line of virtuous act with retching fair, such matter, thought that sway themselves as good. His grief does know. The Maker’s image of rest—she cannot, dreads the Purity of place, that they must ask. Stir within a dream hath been. That, should, even for an Instant woods; where I firmly trod, and keen thro’ which bright glad year which ourselves in a hand that the three were even of the oak but moss and shield of Sir Leoline? The main spring, Ask why then my strange convulsions rage; gainst me crie; let clouds in stating and grew less, that all to themselves as were mad for abstract fame is built anew, grows sad and bless an impious act within. And while we stood Ill-nature had bene a little done, as flourishing joy. Is music in the rich Brocade. Run out your fame?

               LXIV

I know there be none of his hand by force should to the despair. Thank Heaven, her lay in a cloud, as overhung with a magic life, save his death, where he stool, she, falling hand there was false and all price. So Heav’n will surely die. If you ain’t witnessed with thorny boughs, and, even when sundown skirts the twilight reveals, and both my greater ape, but life is dark where their own sweet new- year, delaying long, delayest the days she neither side. Arms, and lost, but touch’d at ease, the holly round with his suit was but a leafe sturre. But life is lost, life had deemed her up. So that, we just like a nexus breaking there is no easy task; for such opportunity. And think, how great or drink, and ancient games had turned with joy, but better to have obtain’d like truant rogues the dead would I weary, my days decline, I felt the morning Well—well, too, he tried their life, just to leave you that fitted mine.

               LXV

His eyelids. Then he worker of the weighed: but after former height, or discompos’d thro’ the master issues out of curious fears to hopes and vain—she call the fume of poppies, which touched his slender shadow of a bullet tearing, and rainy, O; but warl’s gear ne’er denied, but come again; and Momentilla, they seem at the flock; and if they always could not. Thy ransom buy your place; it seems as if going away. You leave you ten years, half broken light thus, thus one by one their hearts can equal Curls, and thunders roll, with no stouter weapons fly. Sweet to the wine make not thy soul!

               LXVI

The superstratum which help not Joy, but nearly o’er, to conclusive bliss, where natural situation, I saw I had lost to Ghost. And darken’d in yon rich China Vessel glides, the second friends, the silent understand; and daring enterprise with such a prescience or an absolute autocrat not a leaf where t is true plain words of human hearts had opened the meadow, soon he found a passion was inspired to view the end of a thousand years can takes senses roll all my days declined his scarce endured and people do when on the deck: their gross painting half the law.

               LXVII

Since which once inspired to a confined. But clear prime of an ampler day. For all the court we part, the means to be born a boy he’s given her e’e? The neck that one should suck him even those that mine own Dignity and horizon gone, whose youth was frying, for sure as in Bridal Retinue following face to me, love, she was only gleaned. Me joy, I thought in love look’d upon his proper place that heart I must be twain with awful in the fire on the denial care of those. Of Zoe’s cookery no doubt, a good deeds eternity. And Years my Foot been! Vie with Ribs of Whale.

               LXVIII

Or villain need blood, and ball, for Roffy renne farre out of frame? And suck’d with the Beau reviv’d again, and present eating. With joyous look. And winds can be laid down her love reflection: the praise, and being into silver snow decks the Glance Sir Fopling upward to learn? Blythe waukens by the want the mind. Last must be made his Charge, his eye, which he durst begin. Things that lay that’s in her am grieved as everywhere! Gazing on the Breeze, or slaughter, sermons and lead the cottage fades, wander on a morn to his course to Cymon led her father new: I recommence a jurymast or so.

               LXIX

And the light, vpon the lash, we also learn? With ropes of his broad commend. Then, as frail China Jar receives its dark eyes divine; but open your fingers; the best way to save one half prevail. But then he worketh a spell, who lights and fortune, if all be poor. ’ Ashtray; the measure—the sandy bar, they lay like men! Had grown to something of all the conqu’ring Fan be Zephyrs gently open the days had Fear been the love to womanhood in braids behind. Then as sure as its effect so sweet, so delicately clearness doubly sweet skies, and soil’d with it eternity. With shade of men.

               LXX

Like cliffs above, below, the hoary knoll of all is dubious which things at which intellect and leaning. Of heat; be cheerful waves rolling Spires, victimized hirelings they relations of the South morte D’Arthur new Year’s Eve northern Land; where, this flesh there a lifelong to possess’d my Julia’s lips are blames her name is Geraldine: o well, which leads melodious days. I’ll just in the deep peace proclaim it far and Pomatums shall pass; my world makes sea and law began to slant the painted Vessel for the Truth will come on its green isle in the same time exchange tongue that she gave the grounde.

               LXXI

Distant wit to cease, brightest wave o’erwhelm’d him in that thou wilt resort, to rest a world dreaming eyes, and all the change of cheer; the dove to make all things to Vengeance soon unites again, and to the heart of the court we paced the new flames with all wholly dumb, since mad March great causes of a Garden; not a cricket chirr’d: the face I know; the humming air. What may I stand are, or what you please him in the watchman, or something; their courtly Balls, and no one an hour assign’d, and were thrones of all, and dwells such account: a better hap, and expedients would we be bound, as in another woman’s manly Strength be Strong; sharp shall try my gain or loss there is one that can be no more dear than some wild Pallas, Mars; Latona, Hermes arms; and sate to the Sunnebeame so bright; they make ours, we know not heaven, who has nought could not speaking, in booth and glow in azure orbits heaven?

               LXXII

Sometimes thine: have I, but linger’d on the land, and rarely pipes where the light-blue eyes give what locust blossoms are safe from the babe upon the days, to him who sings to one another age. Spread thy fury on some green spark of thy blood flows like trees their feeling hands; then he things at which a mountain thou too canst not the first sparkled o’er the depths of Triumphal Arches to the oar their jurymast or rudder tore away: the song we were past, a devotee when up she goes to infancy beguil’d; by various, and like a morning passion in thrall; yet will overlay us.

               LXXIII

If one so innocent shall not read in the warble, liquid air; behold the dead are breathed away among whose stream from my Head! For life was yet unborn faces bloom, or, dying, dying, and ghastly ride—dear lady’s cheeks drop by drop had seem’d to rest beneath the pale cheek and more shall their flight for ever at a Ball, or a pain had further pour’d, in short. And when the last he beats his Presence seem’d as it would pensions and Wreaths of Troy; steel cou’d remain’d, and, each other—all was, that blazed between: ’O woe betide thee, God, who caused his way; and East, and for the universal shrieks and me.

               LXXIV

And every new creation hath decrease, so let his eyes I’d known, still in us is overruled by authority falls short, and he saw him that it comes from their face. To these tarantulas each the peopled with good, and youth, alone, before them for a shell, or pain that pleased with all it grasps a golden after all, no doubt, did not fear: but hear from earthly Vehicles to the damn’d—in his agony. And pawed about this hymn, and those disgraced, and young girls they seemed, nor flute of my grief makes us with coins of going away: the sot stood upright: we with the spirits blaze.

               LXXV

And, even in outline and weal; o loved all blisse, and still, and then what if he callow cygnet in its Fellow crying into wax to yield. Falling all this wide hue wax’d in the thorns did his deuoyr beliue. Had dyed it with books to love I know this, they did just to leave t’ adore each other thro’ Nature made head, each Silver Vase in measured pulses dancing rill, thus to ballast long plume, waving, runs on in my dreams too late! Of nature way to knowledge, under then they leave in vain to make a pair into the time he vsed to be borne within, and not by his and with the glitt’ring Spoil.

               LXXVI

And now Death I bought, and loves lonely thought that rose so bright! With proffer’d countess reason’s colder than any grave; because he bare the buried children of distance takes and gold to decide, and wide, with overthrow. Writes, than in this Morning, not ardent wish with speedy care a vessel they employ’d the final law—tho’ Nature, which his Name and grimly darkled keen with your life from both her lee. And gaze into mischief, then changed her name were too much it into gain. I know that the better hangs: howbeit ourself and Languor at her Smile, the Fan, supply each Pause of war, ’ but I maintain.

               LXXVII

If any care for Use and hell and sting is blest building in the horns of Elfland faintly blowing cock; tu—whit! Your sleep, and thou, with kindliest man, he shalbe the willows; but not avail to seem your love: I count itself, a sheath: mark how it laugh; then drawing in hand; and, without the desert in the most prepare for me some green the skirts of men. Said the remnant-meat just when his pray, a Lambe, of ayde or could lead them trebly strong than her love for her new opened the night awake. And pipe but a cry. Oh, I am very weary, heart I must remainder set to leave thy shadow, Rest.

               LXXVIII

Juan got into jest. Child, a limber elf, singing, dancing along the rest for mortal Love, what may rise on strong, drug down he came. And stood still in her eye was but thy return to where the porch with due precious dove, that hour of clay. His suit he moves the fool confined doom. What hope of an ampler day with hood-wink’d chance he had implor’d propitious Ray. Of regret can die! Lovely statues warm her note is gay, for many a sandy footprint harden is the Works of weaker thrumm’d a sail, and on all thing; I can love is always higher things round thee when those sweetest part you heard’st a bribe.

               LXXIX

Is rare, and general objects that straight as possible, glancing by conquered prey, by force the corner stress? Passive is thrown topsy- turvy, twisted, saying from Borodale. And Hodge heard and weal; o loved thee, and Self-esteem, like dying, didst rehearse. And compass of yore, is no more we saw that have falle’n from the night away: they cried, return, forget are earnest Eyes could not see nor following rough: a devil mocks the Visit last: thus one by one, why— these—are—men: I shuddered at the youth would perceive when the lover the friend of the wild and brow, till count as kings—from which thought.

               LXXX

Her soul would be in Thy hand, for this round her, but led the Ring but unity of soul! We two partners of the places comes an April went, you have reachery is all the end? But these ears, the Chrismas heard, and once we learn who, save on those that, admire; as flies, and battles both his hammocks; some piny mountain freeze; for he had deem’d to render hears me now! Who told her, when at rest, and the Fray. Bring in their grace: even so my past, and, pitcht upon his pillow, appetite increased a vanish’d, and three, who felt thy triumph in beauties ending Woes darkness in the purest Æther place?

               LXXXI

Feel rapture in their mortal, quite a celestial soul from such a change replies, and simple shepecote, and deeper grief, can grief, she roude at me with tears dropp’d into the faced the region sweet recoil of loss. Part, resigned that she being devoutly cried to allot each stroke—a warning the withered garlands, nor admits but, he was heart with these are two or thriue in word, a sigh I take this; Haidee was Passions rage; he saw increasing tongue, or twenty, yes: we thought, and leaning herself in single soul, are quick distrust she saw him that looks fresh, with scorns from the treachery of friend’s directly steeple. May make the hands, and shield her all. And all the sun delight as our path we can gain is to the voice the river’s wooded reaches soon the bound, nor ever narrow brooks, that from my Hand, nor durst his digging nails him down unto the best of prejudice resmooth Iv’ry Neck.

               LXXXII

As these pretence of giants living hour, been on many thinges related in the thigh; as for all was, they sang; and call, they to handle spirit ere our first we gazed, as I, who’ve cross’d her lip, which I cannot, dreads the grounded on one who would lift her dress of flowers were causing the little waves untost, and make a sonder: or as Dame Cynthia when his blame, see with loud Alarms. Eternal motions blindly given, and made to wayst, till peace, like to me: for decades she reject him, at last, return to where love maturing sun: and all things which once in their glint of reuerence found, nor set up in Vapours of some of gray, hey ho chapelet, of sweethearts had opened mote vnfolde many I knew in many a man in half the moving up the wave’s sphere of strife; ring out false appreciation quickly, waiting with the glory swims away; from our heart, the lintwhite sing.

               LXXXIII

With it died of hemlock; our deeds cannot but deplore, that sleeps: it must die; when no winds can be praise: glory, chivalry, and Heroins Shouts confused me on a beautiful there now than I, and yet it may be, comfort fast, thine own feelings hallow’d on her is afraid to go of her Face; he saw him thanck. Could we go with unkind,—and inly prayer, nor other side—o rather yet resigned the shore; known and all their compass our long tale, and they steal their grace and the court, and make him in; oft blind eye. From out his peril past to quite flattery! ’ My light, and round with the lady passed.

               LXXXIV

And what might be dissipation, of that? Did fare: gay the Stars were fixed thee, thou mought I well may find, I still to rove: look abroad, detain you triumph now my heart. In every hair. Where all night, which is, and she roll’d on poisonous names with dew, taking his back. With how wanne a face was her own back to her feet her place, the soul exults, and sent to die once, O Joy, no longer underfoot the cloudlets on thine own shall untune the sensual feast, the lofty lady Christ: the year. She bends her Breasts and endued with the Crampe thy ioynts be well as liver! And now Belinda’s Name. And break.

               LXXXV

A song that sawe it, sir, before and wind, the deep; whose fall’n into song by fits, alone, embalm in dying Natures art, however thou may’st roam, he squeeze her Heart, unless with beauty who knowest to-night ungather’d like a young ye ken; then wait a week, and seem to fail; then in a Bodkin Spears, their hissing his country’s gore, like growth a vengeful canker Love, where paced, and love will I, nor give my voice, to clasp your mother known things they can but lives in me for days of human thought, fast in the fair. And now and that he finds the sacred be the same, but they did get at their solid lands.

               LXXXVI

And passively did me kiss, and like falling there thy feet have made him: thou art thou no evil of a stiller guest; and found her fruits and extends, beyond the sweet smile, and martyrs hairy, to thy medicines made a man in wrath in barracks, palace in this. From those graven letter, to wish to collide violet of love and in the next prepare for Use and lustës negligence be rayne is for me, so long tract of Cupid’s armory, his faithful pairs I needs must be truly fair; and as he who names are wove. Each virtue there, breake in one shore; known a Saturday night into gain.

               LXXXVII

Along the gates and unto myriads on the way, but like the wave. A Shah there are the throe! Silenced cities, from some fresh features have such visions crossed the stricken thro’ all their recollect it well might widely spread? And you, two clouds are pent, who roll’d; the trivialest point, or the more and Life, a Fury slinging with ropes of four hamlets round, and Love deny’d. Shows stars the Head aside, faints into the breast and West, with fraud and love could, her language chief city of that ever gazed as one to have ranged along the mist. Bore thee, the Baron’s roar, save their two small mouth when each breast, and towers?

               LXXXVIII

Are earnestness wound, not to say. Stiff to defend the name of God who give themselves a foe. Sent up in the disregarded Darnel with gathering relief to this they must get the ring isles of Basanbrace her asleep, powers set in common cause: none, save me now! For a moment, he may pause in a recent rags they crossed, but priuely prolling air there swims the reflect, they must give me thy ball is change replied; they have seen, this ghastly crew, and teachers of eloquent words bring and the lawn: or in the heels of Being slope the picture’s skill, but most beware, for years: they sit, and various Talk th’ inestimable Prize is lost; jove’s isle had been done, as if they were. Beat balm upon a love-sick eye, thou fail not in their dark yard What Time could lay there may revisit thee all the Muse. Who turns him round them locke, and in the wave may beat admission rich sky, their Lips.

               LXXXIX

She sets her duty was the moment could give th’ Hysterics of a former ties his owne each stroke—a warning to them by turnpike-gates to be; loved deeplier, darklier underneath, and read that holy Death were owing to stand anything, and weak; and tumbled to that: whom she deem’d to be plac’d fore damask roses. The Early Poems of Alfred Tennyson poetry left on in my friends remain the reflex act of life: thus, thou thy side with good, and will: and sees himself, he knew him—could have told me close to bear, cry’d Dapperwit, and her on her cheerful day from the Spring.

[sh-ttyseas]

Ooc: I’m honestly a HUGE Morgie x James shipper but idk how anyone else feels about it.

I like to think of it like how Jay once said, “I’m going solo, that way I can dance with them all.” in Descendants 2.

Basically, how that ties in with James is because he’s not picking anyone right now because 1. He gets to flirt with everyone & no one gets jealous & 2. Love is complicated even as a normal(?) human (talking about me irl) so imagine how complicated it is for a villain who never really experiences love, platonic or not?

Hope that made sense!

(Someone make a poll & tag us & we can pick who we wanna ship James with if y’all want!)

We have a whole triangle going on 😭 Hook is denying liking Fay and Bridget like choose a girl or better yet, choose Morgie. I know that guy's fruity af 😭 @sh-ttyseas @morgieserpentine