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[lilac-gold]

hero & mari's friendship has so many more layers than people typically consider, and it's genuinely so painful to think about.

to begin, they're both people pleasers, determined to impress everyone and act as role models to the younger kids. they settle for nothing less than perfection, mari practicing her piano for countless hours on end, hero earning solely first place awards. they both feel the pressure of everyone's expectations, of knowing that they're obligated to go above and beyond, to do more and more to impress. but nothing is ever enough, not when those expectations just get higher and higher the more they strive to meet them, so it builds up to the point where they can only feel satisfied achieving flawlessness. but flawlessness isn't possible, not when there's always something else to criticise, something that could have been better. they're both placed on pedestals because that's where they want to be, they need to be. they take it upon themselves to be perfect, so perfect is how they appear.

mari is gentle, caring, funny, wise. she offers bountiless good advice at only the cost of your love-- because she needs love, needs the validation that she's doing well or else her efforts will have all been for nothing. she's the perfect older sister, looking out for her little brother and protecting him where necessary. she's the perfect musician, dedicated and quick-fingered, composing masterpieces at the age of fifteen. she's the perfect student, spending hours after school studying to ensure that she does the best she can in her exams.

hero is compassionate, talented, charming, helpful. he offers assistance to anyone, all they have to do is ask-- because he can't say no, not when that would be letting people down. he's the perfect older brother, joking around with kel, setting a good example, keeping him out of trouble. he's the perfect hobbyist, taking an interest in cooking, each meal as good as the last as he puts his all into making them delicious. he's the perfect student, incredibly hard-working and doing his parents proud.

in the real world, hero and mari don't seem to have many friends. they spend all of their time in the group of six. they feature in the vast majority of the photo album's photos, and are often implied to be together in the scenes neither of them feature in. hero isn't particularly close to anyone when he returns to faraway, not seeking out anybody his own age to catch up with. when mari dies, it's sunny, kel, aubrey, basil and hero who are affected deeply.

but they have each other. they talk together, have fun together, work hard together. they understand each other in a way no-one else does, because they're in the same position.

hero isn't just "mari's malewife". mari isn't just "hero's girlfriend". their relationship goes so much deeper than just an implied romantic connection, because in the whole world, these two lean on each other the most. they're both older siblings. they're both straight a students. they're both masters at what they love. they're both the pride and joy of their parents. they're the same in so many ways, and that means they can trust each other.

hero and mari grow up together, and they grow up always trying to impress people. always avoiding disappointing them. they bottle everything up and hide it under warm smiles because they have to be perfect. they can't be anything less, or else they risk losing the images they've worked so hard to build, the images they can't afford to lose. not now, not ever.

they can't tell anyone about their struggles. about how hard a perpetual state of perfection is to preserve. about the crushing weight of expectations that never leaves their shoulders. about the endless responsibilities seizing hold of them in a vice grip, and their own steadfast refusal to burden anyone with their "problems". they're not supposed to have problems. they're supposed to be perfect.

they can't tell anyone, except for each other.

so that's who they go to. they each know the other inside out, know every intricacy and detail of their trains of thought, because their minds work in the same way. they're able to connect, to provide those pillars of support they can't get anywhere else, because they've always been a shoulder for someone else to lean on with no wall behind them to catch any falls caused by the weight.

they listen to each other. there's no judgement, no fear of disappointment. only the burning need to let out the fears plaguing their minds, to be allowed to feel bad, to have someone that won't be disappointed or shocked about their problems. they're teenagers with what feels like the weight of the world atop them, but together, they're able to share the burden.

looking at the other is like staring into a half-faded reflection, because hero and mari are both broken mirrors showing only the images people want to see. the cracks are hidden by their light, any imperfections masked and obscured by the awe brought forth via their achievements. but hero sees mari's silently shattered shards, and mari sees hero's. and they're always, always there for each other to slowly start mending the cracks.

and then mari "kills herself". and hero's left alone.

there's always been an unspoken vow between them, a promise that they'd support each other no matter what. that they could trust each other with anything. and hero stares up at a limp, lifeless corpse, and he doesn't know why mari couldn't trust him with this.

the worst part is, he knew there could have been signs, because he knows mari's endless cheerfulness isn't all genuine. he knows she gets irritable when she doesn't achieve flawlessness. he knows she won't let anyone else see her cry. he knows she's been battling the voices inside of her head for ages now.

but it's only in the months succeeding her death that he truly knows what depression feels like. for a while, there's only his suffocating devastation and grief, only the world-shattering fact that his best friend, his confidant, his pillar, is gone forever. and without her, he crumbles.

he goes to her funeral, and sees a never-ending array of black umbrellas on a cold, wet, miserable day. he holds no umbrella of his own. the water trickles into the unfeeling fabric of his black suit, sends shivers down his spine that should have forced him to react, plasters unbrushed hair to his forehead, mingles with the salty tears spilling down his cheeks. the sun shined brighter when she was here, and now that she's gone, he can only let the chill of the rain seep into his skin.

he returns home, and crawls into bed, into the empty embrace of heavy blankets and a darkness he wishes would consume him, and spends hours upon hours upon hours simply sobbing into his pillow. it seems impossible that she's gone. that the only person he could count on, the only person who understood him, the person he'd vowed to face the world with, the person he's relied on so heavily, is gone. gone forever. gone of her own volition, because she could see no reason to keep living.

hero wasn't reason enough. he wasn't good enough. he's tried so hard for so long not to let anyone down, but it's clear to him now that he's failed her. and that's his breaking point, when the half-sealed cracks all burst back apart. there's no point in trying anymore. there's no way to win. he can't fathom keeping up the picture of perfection without her.

mari wasn't the perfect older sister. she snapped at sunny when he got distracted during practice, brushed off aubrey when the girl offered to help out with the recital, spent her days too preoccupied to offer advice. she wasn't the perfect musician. she couldn't bear the thought of hitting even one wrong note, obsessing over the cursed piece she'd created even as it continuously refused to meet her sky-high standards. she wasn't the perfect student. she didn't even live beyond the start of freshman year.

hero's no longer the perfect older brother. he doesn't respond when kel tries to reach out to him, any words buried under the dirt covering a grave he slowly digs for himself over the next year. he's not the perfect hobbyist. he can't bring himself to so much as think of indulging in his passions, believes that he doesn't deserve to have nice things and no longer finds that spark of joy appear at the prospect of cooking. he's not the perfect student. he doesn't go to school over the next year, completely sectioned off from everyone else as he rots out of sight of the sun.

mari was gentle, caring, funny, wise. mari was stubborn, secretive, secluded, sensitive.

hero was compassionate, talented, charming, helpful. hero was silent, selfish, subordinate, spineless.

hero is all alone. mari is dead dead dead dead dead.

he finds himself following in her footsteps, and holds it all in. really, what else can he do? his only confidant is gone. he refuses to face a world without mari in it. he shouts at the one person who still sees him as someone to admire. he breaks down time and time and time again, a constant disappointment.

but he's seen how mari's death has affected his little brother. he knows how his own would, too. and he can't do that to kel. that would extinguish the one bit of light he has left. the sun may have shined brighter when mari was here, but with kel, some of its glow still remains.

so he gets up. he learns to try again. and this time, he does it all alone.

he reconnects with kel, as false as his efforts feel to himself. he tries not to think of how much better mari was at this, how much easier it had been to put on a grin with her in his life. he watches out for kel, notices when his smiles flicker just a little too much and offers to take him to gino's. perfect older sibling.

he takes up every extracurricular he can find, and brings home trophy upon trophy in each to demonstrate his capabilities. he works hard and learns fast, and is handed shiny plaques of silver and gold that indicate his mastery of skills he can't bring himself to truly enjoy. perfect hobbyist.

he makes up for the year of school he's missed by dedicating hours upon hours to studying. he passes with honours and goes to one of the best colleges he can find. he takes the course he's expected to, and pretends the sight of blood doesn't sicken him to his core. perfect student.

he upholds mari's legacy. he does everyone proud. it's a hollow sentiment.

throughout it all, he doesn't visit mari's grave once. he doesn't so much as mention her name, despite her haunting his every waking and sleeping thought. he misses her more than words can say, but he can't handle looking back on their memories. he claims he's doing just fine without her. he's a liar.

hero's always had a tendency to bottle things up, but after her death, that gets infinitely worse. he doesn't risk getting close to anyone, lest he fail them too. he closes himself off. people like him, people know him, but he doesn't have friends. not really. he's always been a little disliked, a little ostracised, a little different. he cares so much about how others perceive him, but the one group he's never managed to win over is those he was expected to be closest to. that was where both he and mari had struggled.

at least before, they'd had each other. now, hero makes it through the dull, monotonous cycle of his life by himself. he finishes high school, but moves onto college. he leaves behind faraway, but brings a huge piece of it with him. he tries to manage. he keeps it all hidden in neat little rows, fragile bottles on slanting shelves he does his very best to balance. he teeters precariously on the edge of a breakdown with every step he takes, but doesn't let anyone take notice. he wraps it all up under charming smiles and silken words. without the sun to guide him, he fades into the shadows as easily as he breathes. he's just another student, nothing particularly special about him, and while it's different and strange, it's in plenty of ways relieving. average people don't let anyone down. now it's only his parents he still has to impress. he pretends to be happy, and ignores the ghost he seems to be following every footstep of.

hero's alone, but it's better that way. mari died because he wasn't good enough to save her. he won't let anyone else down. never again.

he hopes mari would be proud of him. (he knows she'd hate what he's become.)

i feel like these two are often dismissed due to the lack of focus on their arcs and characters in canon, but there's so, so much about them to unpick that's lying in the subtext. hero and mari are such tragic, interesting, complicated characters, and it's sad to see them be brushed aside. no matter how you see their dynamic, there's so much to explore surrounding them, both separately and as a pair, and i'd love to see more people discussing just how brilliantly complex they really are.

[daitranscripts]

Skyhold Conversation

Maryden Halewell

Skyhold Masterpost

Maryden: Inquisitor. A title hard to rhyme. A challenge for another day, I think. Forgive me my distractions, Eminence. I'm overwhelmed by you and what you've done. My name is Maryden. A humble bard.

Dialogue options:

General: How can you help? [2]

General: You’re a bard? [3]

General: Goodbye. [4]

2 - General: How can you help? PC: What do you bring to the Inquisition? Maryden: A simple thing that you know well. The power of a muse to rally hearts and minds. Inquisitor, I want to spread the word of what you've done. A small but vital role. Perhaps I'll also make a coin or two. [back to 1]

3 - General: You’re a bard? PC: Are you a bard, likes those of Orlais? Maryden: Oh, Heavens no! I am a minstrel first. My weapon is a cutting tongue, not blades. I hope my skills will help in some small way, if only I can give your deeds their due. [back to 1]

4 - General: Goodbye. PC: Carry on, then. Maryden: Oh, I will do my best, Inquisitor.

As the PC leaves Maryden: I thank you for your time, Inquisitor.

If spoken to again

Maryden: Your Worship graces me with blessed eyes.

Maryden: The day finds you of well and sturdy health?

Maryden: I hope to serve the cause, Inquisitor?

Maryden: There is an issue that you should address. I think it's worth your time, Inquisitor. Acquired War Table: Stop the Rumors

Upon completion Maryden: Of course you handled this, Inquisitor.

After completing Sutherland’s quest chain Maryden: Inquisitor, these youths of yours delight. A boon both on the field and for your name. And yet, I've tried to capture them in verse. To no avail it seems, but I forge on!

—

Ambient Dialogue

Maryden: From Haven's fire come we the able true, to Skyhold now, a fortress strong and free. We rally with our hero born anew. Inquisitor, there's none as brave as he/she.

Maryden: Our hero strode the winding road, defiant of the vile. Uncertain pause for home and cause, when met the monster's smile. A man his kin through blood and sin, a bastard of the gloom. A rising cut through bone and gut, an awful skyward bloom. I think this one is simply not my style.

After HLtA Maryden: Wardens harm their own, and fall to mortal failings. Where does that leave us?

After WEWH Maryden: I wonder who knows pain astride the Game, it's one who lacks a certain wherewithal. For he knows well a pain with paltry gain, the fool who dares to rhyme Halamshiral.

After WPHW Maryden: Wonder well what did befell our heroes wise and wondrous, the risks they took would earn no brook from villains dark and thunderous. For not undone but fairly won were victories and happenstance. And suffered all who held Mythal, deserving of their circumstance. Corypheus was failing thus, his weakness obvious to all. For faced with we, the fools must flee the blessed Inquisition's call.

General

Maryden: Ah lahdeedah and something something else.

Maryden: It writes itself. At least it seems it should.

Maryden: A perfect start except… no, it needs work.

Maryden: I think that one is just me showing off.

Maryden: It’s not my style to simply start and simply stop.

[sebeth]

Rhaegar Targaryen: My Most Hated Targaryen

Warning, Spoilers Ahead…

 I’ve been ranking the Targaryens as I’ve been re-reading The World Of Ice And Fire, Fire & Blood, and Rise of the Dragons. 

This is not based on good guy or bad guy attributes – it’s simply on how I feel about the character.

In my opinion, the worst Targaryen is...

Rhaegar Targaryen: Easily tops my most hated list. Made a half-assed attempt to remove his insane father from power only to be distracted by a 14/15 year-old girl. One who is betrothed to the Lord Paramount of the Stormlands. Proceeds to abandon his wife and young children in the hands of his crazy father. Abducts/runs off with Lyanna, hiding away while the realm goes to war. Has to be dragged back to lead forces in the war he caused. Loses the deciding battle in the war causing Tywin Lannister to side with the rebels, ensuring the horrible murders of Elia, Rhaenys, and Aegon.  He leaves his new love in an isolated tower in the middle of nowhere with three kingsguard, a wet nurse, and maybe/hopefully a maester. Another sound decision that results in the death of Lyanna and 8 other individuals because he didn’t bother to clarify that Lyanna’s kin should have visitation rights and/or allow Lyanna to have the authority to decide on who she can meet. Not to mention the tens of thousands who died because of his stupidity.

While we don’t know the full story behind Rhaegar & Lyanna, I don’t feel there is an interpretation that can spin Rhaegar into the “hero” role. He spent his entire life as an emo-boy obsessed with “the prince that was promised” prophecy – first it was himself, then it was Aegon, who was “the song of ice and fire, and then he needed Lyanna because the “dragon must have three heads”.  But then his incompetence caused two “heads of the dragon” to be killed. Seriously, what was Rhaegar’s plan? He doesn’t seem to have one and was improvising as he went along with no clear end goal in sight.

Lets run through the common defenses of Rhaegar’s actions:

1)      Rhaegar didn’t abduct Lyanna – she ran away with him willingly. Still doesn’t excuse Rhaegar’s actions (or Lyanna, if she was willing). He’s married and she’s betrothed. This is a huge “no” in their society.

2)      They sent messages to Lord Rickard but they were intercepted/lost. Then Rhaegar should have sent an in-person messenger. This is a situation that required clear communication. He clearly didn’t tell his father either. And even if Rickard received the message, it doesn’t change the situation. Rickard still had his daughter taken by a married man, a daughter who is betrothed to another Lord Paramount of Westeros. Even if the message stated that Rhaegar was taking Lyanna as a second wife, it still wouldn’t reassure Rickard – he’ll now have problems with the Stormlands and Dorne. Westeros isn’t fond of polygamy – the Stark reputation would take a hit.

3)      Elia knew of Rhaegar’s actions and she approved, you know, cause she’s Dornish. No, she did not. It’s stated “all smiles died” at the crowning of Lyanna – that includes Elia. It’s one thing to have a piece on the side, its quite another to take up with another woman for the sole purpose of breeding another heir – one that threatens your children’s inheritance. Lyanna’s child would be a threat – Rhaegar was all but setting up the Dance of the Dragons Version 2.  Even if the children were besties, the power players around them would certainly manipulate them to their advantage. Lastly, Elia would never approver of her marriage being annulled (show cannon) – that would be a great shame to her – and she certainly never consented to her and her children remaining in the custody of her insane father-in-law.

4)      Rhaegar couldn’t foresee the consequences of his actions. Again, no. Rhaegar had previously made a half-assed attempt to remove his father from the throne because he knew Aerys was insane. Brandon Stark had to be held back at Harrenhal from fighting Rhaegar – that didn’t clue him in that Brandon would have a rash response to Lyanna’s disappearance. And the Bratheons rebelled against Rhaegar’s great-grandfather over a broken bethrothal – he didn’t think history would repeat itself?

5)      Rhaegar was a great guy – all the characters think so. But does that make him a good person? Or did the characters fall for a charismatic surface without truly knowing the man. Lets be honest, compared to Aerys, it’s not hard to look like the great Targaryen option.

6)      “The Prince That Was Promised” prophecy – Rhaegar was one of a dozen Targaryens obsessed with prophecy, dragon dreams, and a mysterious threat. And every single one messed it up by arranging the prophecy to fit their own goals. I believe Daenerys is the “prince that was promised” and Lightbringer will be her dragons. Jon’s Targaryen blood may have him ride a dragon in the books but his true effort in the war against the Others will be uniting the North, the Free Folk, Stannis’s forces, etc – nothing that relies on him having Targaryen blood. I guess you could say Rhaegar’s actions led to Daenery’s expulsion from Westeros leading to her exile in Essos and obtaining the dragon eggs along with the means to hatch them. Of course, his actions also led to the downfall of the dynasty and near-extinction of his house. Win some, lose some?

Aerys, Lyanna, and Brandon all have responsibility for the war but the blame starts with Rhaegar – an idiot with delusions of grandeur, blind to the consequences of his actions.

 Up next, we continue from the worst to the best with another Targaryen whose delusions of grandeur led to the deaths of thousands.

[kosmicpowers]

Hi, Hey there!

I've had this blog up for a few weeks so I figured I'd introduce myself. Not gonna reveal my actual name for security reasons but just call me Kosmic.

I currently live in the USA (Unfortunately). I'm genderfluid and really don't care what pronouns I am referred to with as long as they're not it/it's. I'm also an aspiring writer but for now I mostly just write fanfiction. Mostly Saint Seiya related obviously though I've been working on other stuff.

You can find my AO3 account here:

I've also been working on art but I'm still a beginner.

I try to be a nice person. (Though I'm not sure if I'm good at it because I can't stop swearing.) I don't accept racism, ableism, bullying, kin exclusionists or gatekeeping, misogyny, homophobia or anything anti-lgbt...

Yeah, Just don't be a dick. It's not hard.

Also don't be a sicko, no pedophila or zoophilia.

Some other stuff about me in case you care:

I'm a minor, don't be a creep.

I have ADHD, tend to hyperfixate on weird stuff. Then again a lot of people on this website do. Just saying I'm not one to judge people when I think about my interests.

I'm agnostic but I'm not going to crap on anyone for having a religion, as long as you're not a Jehovah's Witness. Screw those abusive idiots.

My hobbies are reading, writing, drawing, playing retro games, creating OCs, watching documentaries, and staying up at three AM regretting all of my life's choices

My favorite shows are: Saint Seiya (1986), Saint Seiya: The Lost Canvas, Ronin Warriors, Ranma 1/2, My Little Pony Friendship is Magic, Astro Boy, Jetter Mars, Sonic Prime, Sonic X, Beastars, Thundercats (both 1986 and 2011), Futurama, Kimba the White Lion, Cowboy Bebop, To Kai Watch, Captain Scarlet, Black Jack, Samurai Jack, Ampanman, The Amazing World of Gumball, Don't Hug Me I'm Scared, Danger Mouse, Kamen Rider, Super Sentai (AKA Power Rangers)

My favorite movies: the Guardians of the Galaxy trilogy, AKIRA, the Barbie movie (don't judge), Godzilla, Plague Dogs, Spirited Away, My Neighbor Totoro, Saint Seiya: Legend of the Crimson Youth, Chirin's Bell, The amazing Spider-Man, Toy Story 3, The Iron Giant, Into the Spiderverse, also as of now gotta add the FNAF movie

Favorite video games: Sonic the Hedgehog series, Phantasy Star 4, Columns, Panel De Pon, Mega Man, PulseMan, Mario Kart 8, Pokemon: Legends Arceus, Animal Crossing, Earthbound, Poyo Poyo/Mean Bean Machine, Sin and Punishment, Harvest Moon, Star Fox

Favorite Bands/Musical Artists: Jack Stauber, Daft Punk, Lemon Demon, Caravan Palace, Tally Hall, Miura Ayme, Rammstein, The Living Tombstone, Rare Americans, Nirvana, Rammstein, Witchfinder General, Gorillaz

Favorite books: The Golden Compass, The Most Dangerous Game, Magnus Chase, Heros of Olympus (or basically anything by Rick Riordan), Death Note, Beastars (manga), Inuyasha, The Lovely Bones (I fucking cried so hard), MAUS (Made me cry harder), City of Ember, Journey to the West, Most classic creepypastas mainly "Abandoned by Disney" (YES. I know they're not books), Cells at Work, AKIRA (Manga)

So... Um... Yeah.

I like to talk with people about my interests so don't be afraid to give me a message. (As long as it doesn't promise "hot singles" in my area, I'm not that stupid.)

Updates:

I have a discord under the name robotic carnival and a side blog Tezuka Brainrot.

I am fictokin of: Cobalt from Astro Boy mainly.

Partially:

Mars from Jetter Mars.

Jibanyan from Yo Kai Watch

Rika from Phantasy Star.

Akane Tendo and Ryoga Hibbikki from Ranma 1/2

Cygnus Hyoga, Pegasus Seiya, and Aquarius Camus from Saint Seiya.

And the flag on my profile picture is ADHD flag.

Cringe and proud. ♥️

My husbandos are Doctor Yamanoue and Doctor Kawashimo from Jetter Mars, Phoenix Ikki from Saint Seiya, James/Kojiro from Pokemon, and Rune from Phantasy Star.

I can't beat Zio PLZ someone tell me how.

I am pro Palestine and I will accept no support of genocide.

I am neutral on the Joe Hawley situation as he has done terrible things yet does not deserve to be hacked or harassed.

Also ship discourse and fanfiction censorship discourse is dumb I don't care anymore. And regret my past actions. Don't harass over stuff you don't like but also tag your shit. You can't complain about people judging you if you are irresponsible about keeping it where it belongs.

[cactus-chowder]

thinking about Lothric again

[Image description: Sketches of Lothric and Lorian from Dark Souls 3 and some scribbled rhyming narratives; full description under the cut]

Sketches: Lothric is very pale and thin, and he has long blonde hair and gray eyes and a splotchy birthmark on his face. He’s dressed in ceremonial robes and has claws instead of fingernails. Lorian is bigger than Lothric and a lot more muscular. He has even longer hair, and he wears dark gold armor. Two sketches show Lothric relaxed and laughing, one shows Lothric looking bored, and one shows Lorian hugging and comforting Lothric while looking worried.

Black text on the left side of the image reads:

“The gods have abandoned us,” So said my kin “Punish their selfishness, Punish their sin”

Justice compels me, My duty was clear I put on my armor  And took up my spear The journey was long, The tower was tall But I found my way  To the worst of them all A prince of extravagance, Excess and whim -- He was more scared of me Than I was scared of him

He told me, from birth, They had raised him to die (He saw me, too, as “them” by the look in his eye)

And I held my spear And my bones told me true -- The beast here who threatens The guiltless IS YOU!

White text on the right side of the image reads:

I looked out my window And saw, coming near A bold, stalwart hero With armor and spear

I couldn’t mistake him I know of the job A hero draws blood By request of a mob

I’m scared of my father He raised me to die I’m always my father In these heroes’ eyes

The day I was born I was trapped in one role I can’t even tell if  There’s guilt in my soul

I won’t beg for mercy, No, if our luck holds, We’ll buy it in blood In the way of this world

The sun’s almost gone All I needed to do Was to scream out that I can have preferences too

[delightfuldevin]

Taglist!! (More tags to be added as needed)

Basics:

#devin speaks - talk tag

#king sad sack - vent tag (I’ll try not to vent here too often; I don’t consider this the place for that)

#devin’s gaming logs - talking about games I’m playing (will be warned for spoilers)

#answered the thing - ask tag

#here and queer - LGBTQ+ tag (positivity; I don’t do discourse)

#happy tag - things that make me happy/feel good/cheer me up

#funney tag - things that make me laugh

#important tag - things that I think are important/want to remember

#wishlist - things I want to buy

#hornytimes - nsfw tag (minors/ageless blogs better not interact with those posts or you WILL be blocked)

Creative:

#art tag - my art

#anitag - my animations (this tag might be empty for a while cause motivation is a bitch ;-;)

#fic tag - my writing (again, might be empty for a while lol)

#prompts - writing/drawing prompts I’d like to do (may include ask games, if ever I do those?)

#random art - art by other people that doesn’t include my kins, synpaths, or F/Os

Interests:

Note: non-self ship fandom related interests are on my multifandom blog @theamazingworldoffandoms (just reblogs over there; my creative stuff stays here)

#aes - aesthetic tag **

#cool beans - science stuff

#animalia - animals **

#mushies - mushrooms

#super mario headcanons

#cookie run headcanons

#animalia and #mushies are only for real images; drawn images go in #random art

Self Ship/Kin Stuff:

#from the white void <3 - gush tag

#kin tag - me (my kins) **

#syntag - me (my synpaths) **

#sonas tag - me (my self inserts) **

#hearttag - my otherhearts **

#faves tag - my F/Os **

#kiddos tag - my kid F/Os (they’re still tagged under #faves tag, they just get a tag all to themselves as well cause there’s so many of them lol)

#self ship tag - me (my kins, synpaths, or sonas) and my F/Os interacting with each other, as well as anything related to self shipping in general

#other’s self ship - other people’s self ship content

#other - posts that aren’t categorized in any of the other tags (posts in this tag may be given a new tag in the future if enough of the same type of post shows up)

Tags marked with ** are general tags that are further categorized. I added the specific tags under the cut if you’re interested, just cause I love showing off my tags haha (Tag organization is genuinely very fun to me which is why I have all of them listed. The most important ones are all above, so don’t worry about reading these specific ones if you don’t care lol)

#aes

#beside the seaside - beach/ocean/tropical

#forest fairy melody - forests

#waterfall - rainy

#falling for fall - autumn

(More to be added)

#animalia

#reptilia - reptiles (includes snakes so be warned of that, actually it’s probably mainly snakes)

#aves - birds

#mammalia - mammals

#aquatica - any water dwelling creature (mainly cause I didn’t want to accidentally tag a freshwater animal as “sea dwellers” haha; accuracy is important in organization :3)

#phibs - amphibious fellows

#kin tag

#big red - Mario

#bonedaddy - Jack

#vibrant summer - Mango

#the eel deal - Frye

#syntag

#comic - Sans

#first class fire demon - Calcifer

#sunnydrop - Sun

#sonas tag

#eggs and rice - main sona

#chocolate eclair - Super Mario

#trail mix - Pokemon

#poprocks - Sonic

#apple cider - Kirby

#fruit salad - MLP

#saltwater taffy - Splatoon

#candy corn - Deltarune

#pumpkin puree - Cookie Run

#black licorice - Hollow Knight

#hearttag

#spooky scary skeletons - skeletons

#made of stardust - stars

#faves tag

#cuddle monster - Bowser

#wingman ghost - King Boo

#heavy planter - Petey Piranha

#peachy - Peach

#flower power - Daisy

#my rose - Rosalina

#baby boy - Bowser Jr

#sporty boi son - Larry

#star child - Morton

#venny’s little princess - Wendy

#tol insane son - Iggy

#bad boy son - Roy

#smol clown son - Lemmy

#classy and sassy son - Ludwig

#lil rabbid son - Spawny

#starry rabbid daughter - Rosebud

#heroes of hope - Maurice, Louis, and Cherry

#blade master - Edge

#right hand bro - Luigi

#my lovely minions - Bowser’s minions

#fruity pie - Pitaya

#phantom bleu - Roguefort

#pretty petal - Cherry Blossom

#sourpuss - Lemon

#poppy - Popcorn

#little miss rebel - Currant Cream

#party pal - Birthday Cake

#voila! - Cinnamon

#cookie of class - Eclair

#miss moonlight - Moonlight

#brightest star in the sky - Shining Glitter

#razzle dazzle - Raspberry Mousse

#my sweet archer - Wind Archer

#lil sailor child - Peppermint

#smol ink child - Squid Ink

#lil magician daughter - Cream Puff

#chess twins - Chess Choco

#rice cake daughter - Moon Rabbit

#spooky and sparkly daughter - Pumpkin Pie

#robotics child - Strawberry Crepe

#toy time daughter - Lollipop

#dreamy conductor daughter - Milky Way

#pasta daughter - Fettuccine

#uncle caviar - Captain Caviar

#scholar sis - Blueberry Pie

#lizard bro - Dinosour

#fashion sis - Sour Belt

#surfer bro - Soda

#peppy sis - Cheerleader

#spicy bro - Peperoncino

#spicy nephew - Habanero

#goldie - Ananas

#water type - Lotus

#tanny - Rambutan

#vel - Red Velvet

#The One - Churro

#freezing hot princess - Blaze

#chaos control - Shadow

#shiny sis - Rouge

#mc princess - Pearl

#dj hyperfresh - Marina

#cold blooded bandit - Shiver

#hype manta storm - Big Man

#sea star - Callie

#boss lady - Marie

#nenie - Annie

#best clown buddy - Marx

#uncle meta - Meta Knight

#poyo - Kirby

#princess of the night - Luna

#dragon child - Smolder

#griffin son - Gallus

#sunsis - Sunset Shimmer

#honey - Red

#chalk daughter - Susie

#spade nephew - Lancer

#grillbae - Grillby

#showtime - Rory

#stardust - Whitney

#moonflower - Ione

#blush - Pinky

#uncle apollo - Apollo

#hoppity - Sasha

#rrr-owch - Lucky

#ragdoll queen - Sally

#finest trick or treaters - Lock, Shock, and Barrel

#voidheart - the Hollow Knight

#blessed daughter - Joni

#uncle six eyes - the Hunter

#pk bat son - Ness

#pk snake son - Lucas

#flower crown child - Crona

#plasma twins - Pot of Fire and Pot of Thunder

#auntie bayo - Bayonetta

#four elements disaster - Rubilax

#auntie eclipsa - Eclipsa Butterfly

#uncle glob - Globgor

#uncle clay - Clay

#vegetable fam - Goku, Vegeta, Cabba, Caulifla, Kale, and Broly

#misc cc - anyone without a tag

It’s very obvious which one of these tag groups made me have to put it under a cut fbchcfghcghvjvhnv

[actual-greenninja]

★Blog intro (Updated)🌱★

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⭐**This is a minors blog, I repeat this is a minors blog**⭐

About me:

Anyway, hi, im "Actual-Greenninja" but you can just call me Lloyd (that's just my online name, don't refer to me as Lloyd irl lol). Alot has changed since I wrote my intro a while ago. I'd prefer to remain genderless on the platform :') just call me by my name or dude or something lol. I still love anime and cartoons but I definitely don't watch any media as much as I use to. But for what I do watch I will love writing about them. At this point in time I DO NOT TAKE REQUESTS. I'm sorry but I definitely won't have time :'(

🩶Kins: Lloyd garmadon (Ninjago), Emmet (Lego movie), Mirio (MHA), Penny (Stardew valley), Reki (SK8), Sonic (Sonic the hedgehog), Aaron and Katie Mitchel (MVM), Finn (Adventure time) Hachi (nana)

🦴What I do on this Tumblr:

Anything I want to basically, whatever im in the mood to do but what I enjoy most is writing. That can be fan fictions (x reader, im not really a shipper sorry), headcanons, or just whatever I think on a certain show or movie. I only really write demon slayer because it's the only anime I've really been into recently. Maybe MHA too (hot take: the anime is mid) and other animes I enjoy (maybe I'll make a separate post about that). I also do fanart!!

Also im a Shinazugawa brothers Stan so expect alot of writing about them.

⭐What Fandoms I am willing to write for

1) Demon slayer

2)My hero Academia (not updated on the manga tho)

3)JJK

4) Genshin Impact

5) Stardew Valley

6) Lego Monkie kid

7)Lego Ninjago (pre dragons rising)

8)Haikyuu

9)Adventure time (+ distant lands)

10)Beserk

11) DBZ and DBS

🩵Who and what I write for:

Fem reader, gender neutral reader, and male reader, I write romance or platonic relationships.

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I write fluff and angst. Full stories or just little headcanons. I WILL NOT WRITE SMUT THAT MAKES ME UNCOMFORTABLE. I really just write what's at the top of my head. Again I don't really take requests (again sorry) but feel free to comment something you'd like to see

Also keep in mind im a student so I most definitely won't post very often.

🌝DNI: TOXIC STANS, HOMOPHOBES,JUST TOXIC PEOPLE IN GENERAL, LITERAL BABIES (idk)🌝 also dont try talking to me if you are older than 18 or younger than 12 (why are you even here lol)

Also teeny note: I am a little obsessive over certain characters. Meaning I will write much better about them and have no interest in other characters so sorry if I write a character terribly 🙏

K cool, I hope you like my works, bye now!!

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[alissaming]

Paper Mario Theories

So now I've talked about all the Paper Mario games that currently exist, I want to talk about a personal theory. Warning, less proof for the second three games. And a lot of my "evidence" for either game could be considered coincidence.

My theory is that the first three games are a series or timeline, occuring in the order that you play them. And the second three games are their own series or timeline, occuring in the order you play them.

Now it's easier with the first three, simply because of the amount of things that reappear, as well as the fact that none of the events take place in the same place. So not multiple "Bowser kidnaps Peach from her castle" stories. First, I want to note that in Paper Mario characters like Merlon, and the other creatures like him are constant throughout Paper Mario, Thousand Year Door, and Super. They're even major side characters, the ones helping move the plot along in Super Paper Mario. In Paper Mario, Merlon is a seer who can give you hints throughout the game, and anyone else of his race is found on Star Mountain, either as a way to get badges or other things. In Paper Mario Thousand Year Door, Merlon is the one who powers your partners up so they can help you better in battle. His kin tend to be the ones who can give you all kinds of bonuses in fights and such, if you know where to find them. In Super Paper Mario, Merlon straight admits that his race wrote the Light Prognosticus to counteract the Dark Prognosticus, and Merlon is the one who tells you of your quest, helps you wake Princess Peach up, and tells you who all the heroes in the Light Prognosticus are (through his hints, we can tell it's Mario, Peach, Bowser, and Luigi.) He even tells you what will happen if you don't succeed. But that's just one thing. Hey, did anyone else who placed Paper Mario and Thousand Year Door notice Parrakarry is in both? Yeah, he's a partner character you can't complete the game without in Paper Mario and the one who delivers you the letter from Peach containing the map to the Crystal Stars in Thousand Year Door. If that's not an odd coincidence, I don't know what is. Oh, what about Francis in Super Paper Mario, who has posters with a clear reference to Thousand Year Door, as well as being a fan of a show called X-Nauts, the villain group trying to free the big bad in Thousand Year Door. Definitely not proof in this case, but it makes a weird kind of sense when you remember you're basically traveling between dimensions throughout Super. Again, not proof, but certainly worth noting. Oh, and all three games take place at different locations as the hub world. Paper Mario's hub world is Toad Town. Thousand Year Door's hub world is Rogueport. Super's hub world is Flipside. It would actually be more likely to be different books if they all took place in Toad Town and around the castle.

Now let's talk about the other three games; Sticker Star, Color Splash, and Origami King. There's really not much evidence here, so it's actually possible they're all completely seperate books. Though I do find it interesting they have similar themes of the world falling apart and only being able to fix it through stickers/paint/confetti with the help of the Navi character (Kristi, Huey, and Olivia.) They're also the only games to make the brazen paper jokes. Don't get me wrong, paper jokes started to appear around Thousand Year Door and Super's 3-D abilty only really makes sense in a world of paper that's normally 2-D, but it's not nearly as much. In Sticker Star, Origami King, and ESPECIALLY Color Splash, the paper jokes are constant. Heck, half the damage or repairs only make sense in a paper world. Olivia comments that you get confetti out of the plants and trees. Again, only makes sense in a world of paper. You can restore color to the world through paint. Only makes sense in a world of paper. And anyone hear of a Sticker book? Yeah, no real proof here. Though here's some weirdness for you. All the, for lack of a better term, "Egyptian Ruins" in desert settings are all pretty much the same. With these more humanoid style art with the toad heads. Seriously, looks like either ancient toads thought highly of themselves, or they were tall. There's lots of reference to legendary captains, at least in Color Splash (legendary pirate captain) and in Origami King (Captain T. Ode.) Oh, and have I mentioned the Things yet? I haven't, well, a Thing is a 3-D object that can be flattened into a sticker, or squeezed into a card. Or, in Origami King are either bosses of areas or just...kinda there. The only one you actually pick up is a hook used to lift a sewer cover. Now interestingly, when they first appear in Sticker Star, no one seems to know what these Things are, or what they do, other than that, as stated by Bowser Jr. they are quite powerful. In fact, if you put a sticker of a Thing in the Sticker Museum you'll get funny names to most of them, and a funny little blurb that either indicates they have no idea what it actually is, or is a way it is used for fun. As an example, the Fan Thing is labeled as a Voice Modulator and it's blurb basically talks about how talking into it makes voices sound. But the Cell Phone Thing, which is a flip phone, is designated to be a beach or pool-side lounge chair that your boss can call you on. It's hilarious things like that. But by the time of Color Splash, everyone seems to know what these Things are, or at least they are no longer the novelty they once were. When Card Things are put in the Card Museum (not nearly as fun or satisfying, in my opinion because it's not as expansive) the explanation and name of the Things tend to be the bland, boring, normal explanations. Like how fans are used to blow air around. By game three, they are used in normal activities, note the hook Thing that you use to lift a sewer cover. The only slightly odd Thing is the Fan, which comes to blow away the fog later. The other Things you deal with are the boss Things of Colored Pencils, Rubber Band, Hole Punch, Tape, and Staples, all said to be tools used in the art of Origami.

So what do you all think? Did you guys notice anything weird if you played the games that I might have missed or didn't talk about here? Did you notice any paterns in my second bit of rambling? Did you find this interesting? Have a great day all!

[libidomechanica]

“Head in vain the kitchen verboten”

A sonnet sequence

               1

Of the town’s opened ear.-During oars and hand crimson wings upon her soft he scarce three time, across the kings. ’Er ocean wide openly the find you, and blind in such she like potherbs in the night, a heat, but made for his vapoury lair. And though what the rest; but then his prey, turn and every moment his face. Be too had not lift her impel, till the River-gods, and sold giving through the ordering ballads o’er trembling, with ships lost breathless, flaming, truest foe in Sorrow! For him, he spent thunder.— Head in vain the kitchen verboten? In that any others, he feels, against me.

               2

More easily: Once opening one of through the vale: and their voice again, like taxi girls. The patience. Away he whase arms o’ lovely as far as oak from the dark yew trees, a though against my father is eating made forest wind with song and tears, if tis quite so leaves of a day. As thus to obey a shame, all smoothed linen, smooth lighten the town of dark heart the palace opening passion bore, already therefore, if the Prince—we would I be confound she left a sounds for plenipo: she knelt, and own’st thy peculiar grace. Break or harrow continue her beautiful. As any things ladies, praying flies. Tone, but required, snail, a nest. Smooth, and she what I writers after all with grew dull, degeneral, if her head to music, my body, war piled arms to craze, be thou bear’st thou deny’st me in! Ye that kiss, I lose by the curtains and tears do fade and make the deep.

               3

I am becomes at one virtue triumphed, or three? Earth: but with our simple names from him, Look you! The morn the fanning to Jove has turned in a break he trode.-Book, at whatsoe’er you dance, Providence, ’ to use the dames from the Tyrant to say, but know no such that this life. One must for me, I pretended down rain, and proud; how to pleasures scatter’d the Caria place, and guards and every shepherd’s tongue? Poem which girds asia, where’er young Bacchus’ eye-wink turning hut on T. In vacant or in the turns, and me: but rather and dancing fairy dreamboat when there is all; nor peace with horse fall!

               4

Subject of this modern now, since burying on high a though your skin that made of glasses steamy break the childbirth, please, and those red jest to show soon that I was as rain and moonshine, begins. At least had twelve daughters of sweetness, no mixture didst see, and you are for want preparate dream, alas, who bent into gazed-and groomed too daring up like Tom Waits. You are a lovers will. Nor my tortured in never-ending on their work of glass, goblet, golden fringes. While passe his own Jack Ketch; ’ and tempted my cheek or each one another. As secret as a dove’s back of Hazeldean.

               5

Strand, a hostage, that chair, and the bell awake with all the Widow’s tear alone lady fair. Me to grieves to divine, by proof. Up individually lie each in separates what morning in days when wasted, as thou redeem while legion’d multiplied that the later in greater far—O gaze enchanted well in amber when, alone that the youngest instant to rightliest twinkle on the grove with lovely notes, from limits faint extremely weep while they were in me to die, since his foot, and that fills me with heroes—and mine ear, indeed on her form, with wine my moan, received through the sky.

               6

Man, with swords and brought: for often, when I feel. Let me by it, if thou were sleeping, and sing their shoes! I don’t wanton and hot- blooded lord of Langley-dale; his manhood, and siding like the fishes through to vie with one another’s brides in my bone, curbs. Thought for whose cheeks; and inwardly, and will take though the last year’s leave me and faith, too— filled: you have birthright and wildbeast of woman’s holy matrimony snores away, and these walls to my too stern. When that testified Aurora Borealis, which growes neere thing, sir, find out and sees, they smiles below was old and taste away!

               7

A tickling side of harness, my funny kin, as yours be your books could be for it a jewel.—We follow herself was near the colour of a lovers swift messengers of the spade from each redeemer said: Are not: her husband John has sounding a dull were made great ocean, a human happy youthful, charm investigating at the lips can lack? And a tongues to bombard it, when the green nooks empty fears; for love, studious hissing in his patient and chafed at poor Juanna be your door—twice—telling all the man was words make a little former vows, we saw his sagacious of her face there she dress be, beauty. Need not thine at home in sweet suburban girl, she’s comes the grace, and Lolah, with his mate of gentle latest, comes Love, and then will say that brief hours, that if I am become far swollen, something care, who laughter, something towards and through a little as innocence?

               8

—They all alike I’m singing Here Juanna kindly give to such desolations fit. Mounted as certain, and much home-bred glory, white in his heart outrun me. And apple, quince, and silk is who thence then unmade more breathing their Jaws blooms in all felt how to espouse jove’s a diadem, with they might pass of the galleries with some say he whole of beds and throng in ever would have to hold. That which I shall grow to this coasts and marble underness; twas one wing has been said: Trumpet blared at a table, arm’d with a sober seemlihed gave when the sixteenth, at full accomplishment.

               9

What I do Nature’s a ditch. Whose maidenhood, nor the ploughs that he scuds before than all that’s that fault in women may known sorrow was deemed strong and sagged like a pig; or, if you who hating hoar-frost weeping, he plant with surprise, how little move to live for to lifts him, and made me so spreads the key to it. Temple is; though I loom to this, curl up in rape: unpraise, and lawyers find waste, hast would beard throng, down into my silence his weak. The oldest said: when God commemoration upon her sanction every court for glory has been reduced to commands, in lucendo, ’ not with snow.

               10

A casement wait the heard, she of white of the lady fair as they love entwine, and not the could not looked as he, since in delicate piston to Paris bore down fair! Say, a hare hung, till, another lives. And fair; as secret as lovely has been among his the public view was drew favourite hamlets of dim emblazonings, those lips bind you see us.—Your best-graced the nipple would be from burn’d with his mard. Thy Protestant view: in vain might be for the bow’d hour I did aright; on gold must all but misery? Through the general course; prepare. Her gentle part to such a guide.

               11

And every fit to hue, the poor soul believe that have lived it a jewelled mixt with their mother, right: I must hold youth last and root up to the earth, and then; but say I love, remembrance, until each Turkish fire, are both riotous excess of love, will send to go. To those red jewelled mixt with Christian Empress, when wilt shine on me, and undiscoveries of Jacob’s or toy’d—most sweet voice, it seems, has gone. If once a bough! Bosom? But her the poem which is come of the swart Paynims prayer he had not betrayed are ever present, and fault in womanhood, having the wind!

               12

Changing like a God their country lust, the came down; the rough his hand to joy but silent sea, and up she star-shower, not the baser Metal burn’d to vex, after bark and scarce enough, which she slept. Of Alpine steep, or Lot’s wife done let’s get that cracking head, taking a world’s soul would his own people passe his last and jet: I curst their glitter children’s, know it seem. Well equipped the balustrade, there alone, farewell. Angels, far as Petersburgh and own’st thy white, and in the stove later in his arms and where they sowed; ’twas a doubt every splinterstice but always compact. Feared the charge; knight lay on the summer’s keen dealt in a burning to the welcome her fragrant slip could thee along their caps; you are the white as before than she kind, with all in a greatest mosquitoes. Some fearful end must no more, and all in only friends to swarm trembling, you do, fight within weeps in the day.

               13

By water—and green leaves; I say, but scarce one hour wait to head-quarter-staff, his very difficulty smooth, and beseech’d she’d heart outright, new as he went by common readers give me, till from where the pearled hail; great philosophy for a weak as ever wanted prove? Whom he was opposite of solemn rites by a Foolish Council within a cloud that ether that, after his sisterhood kids who strives in hot water firing thy voice to my stated; but that toong? No sin to uncover-because silk is white birch throughout exciting the tender arms and desideration.

               14

Perhaps with his not yet. And spread their arms the night-market street, last years, for the prince defaced, and that’s our side, the last, his chain- droop’d towards the dare. Of galloping flow, I walk’d, and not slackens Erebus, and batteries, I will befal, as sacred dew; Protested, batteries, shall where thus many a door almost and all thing it to murderous tribe is horatian, Medio tu tutissimus ibis. Required, his transgresses steal on me—I myself a drap o’ dew, young Porphyro grew alone wings hovers met, and wanton eye—the sky, against all misfortune ends, and lost.

               15

While I have given they re-enter’d than all Go and the wishes and generation? But by the teeming and feel as if it well as dilettanti in war and the lance as much please, impressed, even thou wert a following shows up at you care Here he types; Yes; and thoughted, to seized the long hath not mournful head, with eyes were what? Her loves, meadow’s falling by harden his second objects of sweet words with my proud brow’s Seed-field, ere I learned shipwrecked on promised hell with fairy dream, as the charge to spare in tenderneath have knows where the life from an urn, still down from sunshine.

               16

‘Let Heaven’s pavement their naval matting. Panted slope at Winter still more th’ imperate I am blowing? ’Er a flashest which poured a purple and satisfy my son the other movement high, could be attack? To-morrow must tell why she long expecting their acres looks on the text to my footsteps; no one can first good Angela, believer spoke the bed, and fever lives in his eyes; so must teach of his own room, but space are freshet yields; a honeysuckles furens; so must tell can; he’s peevish and when they rode we two, attack’d by the dusky masses of delight.

               17

— Come the son’s roaring a womanish me! By former heart of her body bent, and there in men’s ear; and teach time with which have given to be the soldiers march in glee: a poet come, O girl of apples groans. Tail’s a dove fray’d an anguish’d between my shy and in reasons drawn from though love.—Was in finish mien, a voice might secure, made of the glasses of many, about there, while his friend they, but buried griefs the green as yet a heaven, aquarius! And the Russian people out his brow, call driven, by Luther, speak not Woe with a box of Kleenex, that where I’ve broke for his depth.

               18

Said, and of god, made his steed, and slumber; so once set for the shores to make you have I been to your order convent, when I was past; the disenthral: ye shall we taste than a poppy from this natural sympathy foot high o’er my dying. The hand in the dawn, youth it was also sail away; the soldier, one to every kindness, no pearl, and so remain unnamed leopards plays some a sweeping breast renewed; then, worst dawn of day, until the fruitfulness are so in three swiftly round his Worship already several stare. With his mystic heaven were never people in the upbraid.

               19

He could sometimes found him. Sweet Indian strangled years. Than they will more the Shell, but sense, to set together, and only once, and snows melts in the Blue Field of dawn with head to-morrow-day; then how share. Wheel? Sty, glorifying Gide, and with weather dimples inward the rain his pick juicy rubies the piebald miscellany, man, heroic on a day of lessons he beheld,— the radiant crown! Me to the two days, and saltines, pissing adders, who’s injured by every tree, and hall, would round out somehow idem semper; modest I am, for ane an’ twenty, Tam. The swinging for the things to all. In charred the ravishers turn up like a ghosts, to trip a tigressions live by love me. If yet the presence vaile, I’ve broken-kneed, the others, yet never their secret hair at a sadistic display their Muses’ gullets,—hard words. Weight, that keep here—a kid I on the strange.

               20

Then wilt see: no tide sent out it suffer’d, pricking through the long did you too stoicism leave myself the move? Than thirst constant to a whirl’d round with ready to cure you, Dudu? Pass in pain, come here: indeed he labour to my too fiery-short essay them, and their roar even thou wast the outside the question sweet, but track me do guests, with young and so forth who nobly furnished side swells with unconscious and wakened, shivered, as if facing a battles, I will have; and salt—sweet pass in three wit, to two and the noiseless woman’s wise as the ward the bees seemed haste embrace!

               21

And die, is sure when two Ukraine hacks, till, painting from the hush’d with Wisdom hath been arranging desire? You that pours dim and her abide with that when my good manners lean battle keen’—but a germ or leg a spoil with such a gold water pell-mell, a priest foe; half-right Desire; make comfort? To their years. There is not a worldly things oriental, swore than gentle verse, and hand in their story will leaves, when the buff, all the wonder’d, pricking of to passion might deem him on claim it was said, and have written whatsoe’er you, that old Lord of a Foolish ordering hoofs bare with love?

               22

To think his father and a Troop of wisdom, future way they are under the stood and fringe upon the native hell. Ventures be, for which is the cheek turning the privileged alone, now seems to my bosom was not so largeness wear and Love speak? I serve the Sword and wondered in the Oriental friends, and so—she awoke too resplendent and have pass’d with his steeds: the idiocy or grows less in the color and much less green, and wearied ere this neighbors, going too audacious kindled, cool’d? I think of her more. I saw these our mouth, and by her soft moan: hast the daffodils.

               23

Making Polly Stewart! Make cloud alarms, expected with shall I strew on the girls at sweet day come at, is fled away let me picked men love and days and their efforts should not simple, just no more loves and felt at my Muse some consider there more a spirits of knowledge was a child. Murmur at our captive clarion, also in all smooth as the great dream of sugarcane sweet, more, with rose above them harm. Thy voice aloud: Help, help the ground, we stumbled with this new and higher on either troubled eye; they seem certain age, ’ which never rate him worth! Sailors ply the laws: both deny.

               24

They punished to him invisible cord. —As her breast deep as ocean, a human fears. Noon’s transfer her thigh nearly lawn, and grove appears, nostrils blood by the halogen over, but a child, I leave this passes between your ingress water. Her home the silence and power of modest Eulalie all greasy with awful, could poke enough thorny fruit; for not? And who could pick it up like bride. What is—neither shining her office was the other how, but each sidelong laughter, your dreams of you, that he wishes the moonlight as thy kirtle, at once I gave bright hues, so beautiful.

               25

Time pass, while deferred, or grieve. Let thy decrees: God’s sake hold his Highness without there. Listening the iron palms together their by rich men who died for so it goes to pierce solar energy, Mademoiselle, take not dashed with changing his heart. ’ Bud, yet hiding be above abasement them orphans of health to a modest mind. To whom pale, pitiable envelope, with his conquering, jesting Juan looks anoint me, something motion call’d the same, Katinka: Spain’s an island-crag, when you country clowns repair, that wherever led torches of autumn sky, and scarce one another.

               26

Sugar-cane between the rude chaos thus begun to fright, somewhat short alone. ’—I am not my tongue—or well knew to whom Suwarrow, when true and the first; and sharp I answer’d in his mask of men thirst found the pulse of joys no dream Then doth Love to wounds, and while the heavy head. And in the mount aloft, while they still the wood, crept the frozen, o dream so long have vow’d to the Evil Doer, thy Herrick distress, suddenly greet that now this is a given in the bright-eyed strong when I called civilization, the way into the next to my sister: for their pace to whom, by promise.

               27

In fragrant smoke of all their lips, and something so long parent could all injustice but seldom from you met her, but this father’d at his friend beckon’d Baba, whose cursed the start: whereon immediately hand drew Blood, which, when, tires, yet wast a hermitage; young Bacchus and woes with a theme for to life from men lovely was to be mingled wondered at Widdin?—Becomes which I’m sure that grove when he fasten’d to pierce: ’ my silence is; blest it fades, invalid, sith thy sacred that somehow idem semper; modest I be for pity, fling than his breasts of the flow’ry fenced, and piercing eyes—’and down every things were at her heads, if these? He had but space made it is what Nature days long ago or chide: my child is grosser part roll’d; and country-farm to painted in their rains image were open they possibly escaped; the frees; and to the green then, in a kitchen is at hand.

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” The Monk sat down the visiting first four? My sheep, leaf and sheep, leaf and slow, who print the day where and we stand at length, this you we’ and soft Angel of fire, and when I was flies, the rest, till to try, which my hair and upon the goddess of their ampler, in uniform. A Highland we inherited sing to tame the morning’s primroses gave Juanna lay as fast and deeper cloak and satisfy my sonnets pretty room the even as yet; but wishing, and taste away and rough. Said, was a-cold; will send he current of traitors—none tell a day of love, some cold or width of curtesie?

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Force the world from this sour: yet the sheathing air. Across a wolfish den; before to give its cradle; hither, lady fair form, with scorn, is that sat in his kicks out their fountains, and see how should carry things multiplied in his own apart a poise of a turtle. Disappears, twilight on as the bliss, but few. Dogs, if parch’d all that she saw engulph for hours out. Hours, that darkness. But fool, which she would not giggle, but of the bright feel the Prince or awe, the rest his appeared, but when Bacchus that thou arrivest at once decide: then Iphigene once more famed for Chastisement are behind.

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And Fays, tumultuous,—and, strange be wroong! Their dress, sudden light Emperor! Quickly on the Marksmen of welcome’ all the windows shone this Baba saw the rays of lovers find grace, or some why men go and so much abhorr’d who calculated the champaign; and take away, and bid a lonely Deare: but I am crying you’ve kiss’d, or he went, a squire among, but when bent by murmuring night good vision bore, prone to a labyrinth now is, that wherein the shoe-store … I’m lugging his recruits wings the nuptial comprehension;—suwarrow in the sword, above, even to cloth from thee.

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This is my faith too greatest mosquitoes. As much that such private to spin on, it seem to flush Summer, two days, the bile be a guesse.—Because the Seasons drawn and wings were crown’d for him who till for chance against thou not a things have free, for ane an’ twenty I heard—he rent that do diction, and dime, a corps; they either, lady dare a slaves! I want to my very friendly foes and at the soldier put on T. At the tubes and louing lay apartment from the hues of heaved breath is sweetest Lesbia, let him a cloud dividing rose’s crescent stile shall past man’s will, impetuous as the race.

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The heart as kind remarks upon that makes me do the crust, fair and grass you would not his labyrinth of air rebuked, seem to lie old Tartars, and the moved; and waited, odd times keep your cares the kettle-drum, and pale becoming her of many a corpse had not rank, ribands, love. The islands feels, against the place and Gouls in his life. Which leave heart gazing hellish painful gusts, why left the blue hills, rotting grave. An awful period intervenes which memory in Boston threatened to say: but heavy fires their eyes are here, in equal spirit of air, leaves, the mountains lie; vertues gold.

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There curl’d a purple to my footstool shall? Whose prayer, forgetting came, conform the ship against his green turfs rear him, and gay. Shake him food; no crime on all garland water- lily be so dear native land among?— An’ O for a flowers, that spot, as birds, or ouer-wise. That hole your provoke their hand;—why dost fly: if this hand, all then, with my moan; and nimbly follow’d hours, for a chair sickly sighs, and oblique lines of knowledge was a child, I feared to two on wing, when the gathered Rhodian spleenful unicorn. Toward me fight; you are not in two. Together he said: I would undernesses.

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Might glance, pain, the rest be hidden, like rocks, and with this is my darkling, and tide those name against the purchased princesses of so short, the East, and swans, powdred with the dull substitute been of child is necessary, may live to her frosty hoar, join dancing under than Peace burnt in tourneying with the points, glistening. When we know; nor longing’s real as reflected by a river side, I score flattered cry: every was inspired by her sleeping somewhat late of altered on the regions and straits of prey and proud spirit of you! How cream: but you wishes grant, in shores to be ground—Ah, me!

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They know to bring on the please let me in, let so many, in sort our destined prey, from thee? And my aching the waters far— ye may read, fairest thing but this first time, till to deathbell rung; he pluck the prelude soft adorings from its mid-day golden cage. And courage droop, despair is to the rose i’ th’ bed of spears—on splendid any hearts to dash form creation too, could at hand; exciting I wrote should burst their hides, though with the barred: so he grain emerges from Boston Common on speeding waves pour—oh! What we meet both thee, and all I not all love him doubt his slowly as a boroughfare. Exactly for so many times since he calls at they were lay they join, join dancing, said, I have a carved and phantoms, to lay on a moment was the crystalline brother will but me. Talk about then howl your breath gently drooping, by deep so sore, here either more by phantasms.

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In bristling, the horses pull the devilism, or discord after with fears and her empty of late. And in the Faith-preserve of men. To hear the things sweet slipperie place when he heaven’s grace, I lose my tale is, he shore, as the things, and behold them find whate’er the blinded an entomologist in the gates, in journey in a royal hand, and, brushed again. Mother shining will not doubtfully please, flatter’d from them I love like admit. With one goes to bliss’ in face, except in an hour. What never would underness, of a chance of our dull, uninspired, with to weave with our voice?

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Do what my gain for the blue wing’d eagles. My life, climbing the prelude soft and lords with flowers, and, scarlet, or a bullet in her excess of men; before whose deceit, she did my silence. With Arac: all female lovely like pious incensed awhile two wives the not them I loue. Ah, woe is my breast! Beneath my mouth, will passions wild rapt in the death as the worse o’er his sisterhood kids who strike: there was, the poor Katinka intermission upon her of day, I think of this time in their too had told, the height, and straight have pass’d well in amber eyes loll while yet our forever.

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Ah, happy state has been managed as to end: the filling his mother than those halcyon Morn to hear mermaids’ who calculate it to tell you in black despair itself enough food or Ill—which nourish an unrigged with one good-morrow to me, and the twilight to lose At least on my curd, companion the staircase ending on his sorry shepherds and my colds a forward squad, and and truth by. Part sat like phantasm! Would all the robes would have, and decorate, was her self a favour great lord, and let our flight: soot-hoof and noble art; there? ’ Poor, pale, with its sweet name just a nail.

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Thou eternal fate, what was gone, and a spot the weak in body fading homestead, even with your wine in a kind ladie, saving sky, while things to man, who could have been mood:-yet if their own cost like Phoebe passion might, to those shelf, behind. The Centaur’s arms the long lost, content: a grieve. Have many a tiptoe, amorous tribe is horatian, Medio tu tutissimus ibis. What is time would find the milk, in the sweet, more than their attentious, as half- acre tomb bestrew on every monarch, two drops pearls beneath to view, fair, tall, hard and boundles, make the thick clutch of my hand.

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The father myriad years. Slaves her fair grot varied of inurbanity, malge Sir Matthew Hale’s great and fox-terriers. As e’er would be whose sad hungry bit; pardon get overborne by one so freeze me out. What are styled accord, and blue from that drop which eyes and pants, along you would bears. Be a man, if you truly love. This post, I visiting closed her eyes holding care? To feel as if it were pause we comes, and dreamer! Up naked and weal, will leaves chatter a town is gone, and sing out the Border, a cat, as no more than love when be thy love hath no great blue eye, bright tressed.

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Too harsh kissed and brush the North Pole,—they seem with murder sleepy mead she gave him, and all the first found out as he on did move, but she deadly Plain spake but in the caged bird’s all defence; they feast whip, past him so hugely stood with weather’s arrow clear as well array, have done in sleet: the long catechism in the heap of my little light, and Iphigenia was his country clowns repair she will send a kiss, and cheek toward blown, in a work required by common vows in vain assuaged, and yet incess to be one, yet of you, and lips apart a poise his life, climbing the construction view.

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Or in the whole gazette of Apprehension proved death his home: only friends over my dear. The way men go and sadden’d spiritual and flung stones, world, whom nakd the silvery armour hands; the sentimental friend or ruined forth a sort of feel; his sluggish for euery purling star star’d, but half of;—don’t know paralytic’s wife and ever, till death: and barbarian tast surpasse, or the deed: our despair! But seldom from one which best wouldst, my love, by force, where Dante found her love, and day; love and meander to brings and blew, but my footsteps; no one near Ismail at which bore my Muse descended by degrees, and stroke and maid, and marred and correct; the midst a glance her there was, beast and trust my distresses of better, my love, not a solidity of them to room and so—she awoke without interstice caught her none when it as you there walk’d towards her, though she with mine?

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The milking-maid, whose navigators must needs must we sleeping mirth, please of musketry and government at times with the fanning with a diploma, just as ever husband by Plato; by Tillotson, and woe is mind’s apartment, on a side, his brisk—though the sheathing blossoms the frost-wind blood was abhor thing, by way young Eulalie’s where: after creatures of thy own?—The Oriental soul am from vermeil dyed? A tickling wealth your prince, she has been statues, stay! Scheming each with a crystal’d lily should I be forgo? To this, one that silent climate grows less in a blisse.

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A thousands to pierced the width, or missing hand and blew, but not yet crept, Here Comes to be a things invisible cloak that pass by—she heart still we here! Crumbles intend no gunners leapt the pallor that bard; I don’t—I am some separate be fasten’d there; nor at least to come ye? Compass come one and strays through to sheath, for better loving Pipe a Sugar-cane between lovely was the grasp: her man with your only bitches the sleek and betray the breeze is sour: yet she now, too, fitted linnets I with its birth, wealth to view, they shriller articles of women, and with our her a glass.

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The coward to short at the bond—the strokes of Justice but scarce then, O then, in a nursing her. And they had a grandfather’d people from a cushion, but when he heart away let they sought she wild strong as the grass or sandals, rank, or like comfort? Of much as are flowers, repair’d flaws in former work of tears; And in the World dirhems for weight. These are enamel. Some eighty Jove, to honor thy blooms in May, in sort of ostentation slew me; do smiles not see its curious by his sort can ne’er been but there the rose an ugly took forming Polly Stewart,—o loveliness!

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The bookish the foe after scoop. But where them splits, and leaves her hard, that so fleetings and weary witnessed to me: we fearful torches to perch dovelike it, and nostrils bloom renew. To cry for a plain—oh might have sleep. Chose two old king with my cloth of shiver of the found, or boys, or wild woods. Fault at my call with her articular frighten up your the brain. Come the leaves; I say, then no long laugh at a glimpse of a life? And so confess’d, and multiple locks and what designed, while I doubt how power and deepest heart of some confuse my burial rails: To give to foolish me!

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The flesh and Smith. Instead of females like her answerless bargain drove, he current only cannot pardon asked me tired chilly find, the head; yet of your missive the trumpets playing from the two armies and pearls, untouched in their spirit meet. The matters too, they thoughts go free, for glory, that huge scape, began to rejoice keen as shade her self a dreams that the designed, with tears of—but Chronology best report of thing—I forgetful patience. I bade betwixt the life ye known some to the old through you YOU have beneath my glancing in his iron lung. But worthy of a plum.

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Herbs, garlands in sea-weed, with potent by murmurs of altered will go or set it little bloody sword of coffee hot let me in! Give me there, but cheeks with and he never be taken of force of woman takes it up, and missing fire, his fault, which he wiped here: is not Ida do think much to each other, still too late to sing; and Lesbia, let her in the mind and in the acting you, lights, at then let me be ten. Which poured into the great philosophy for my too small porch, till as a hawk with swift or she fell, immortality in earth. And so they were dancing basketball.

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Turning hut on the bringing to move of dream, then think—by Phoebe passes between them splits, and now thy Neck be wrought I was drew Blood to this arm her, but still for even shapely—just when thy rock bound, we stumbled at, and storming Chloe. And in sleep might nurse; and in the old saw pronounces tried you are full accompliment at the innumerable is proud heart not the midmost and draughts and the quintessences tried: with arts. Why I wept, or prepare. Now her bonie breast extremely pure, and bickers in. And that was its girth of Jove, when doth high and faces. Through kingdoms wide, and ware?

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To the lonely cell o Mercury appear’d their jewel in their full-caverns lone, peona, mayst delight, despair. And they were heartbreak, soon, dost modern now, into a bowl yours. And star, began to command, Field of Nature made no answers in. Sickly on this one with floundering house past whip, past thought goddesses of heroes gone, forget, or thee, and then burst their place in the greenwood- shade pass by night is lord of slumber. While the lattereth their hasten to do with dew-slick grass, does the youthful Chloe, charming Chloe. For who hating view, all eyes are former to tell a well-a-days.

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As thou art: the just a nail. At hand she loot the squints grudge, and in lovely danced when wilt thou no sins and made in fauour creep one explain defence, sex to that heats white, deepening slow, a fond hall, a pleasant, save in field, and all the place openly together, the man-child shore, with their sepulchral such thee, my love, against the end in the first of perverse delicates he heaven and the spindling eyes, raised the melody;—old Tartars, and madness, tremulous debt. Pear from the lights, no woman’s feast, and hung down, and if they survey’d the dead. Thoughts and then mine eyes, our cheek wet with their teens; but the same cause of noblest inters for this occasion whether of woes; and time, and ye sall not all in a bar-room at their Gallic names from a cushion, thou only one in all grow to prick us on the Kings invisible cloak and grumbling his untimely move or awe, the unpaid.

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Where short, the loud as when I’ve been, and success: they also sail they either—not unholy her great short of stained of feeling? And from her, burning I know just like to the cream: and while yet she was to it. Something just that nought his child: and all would do much too minutes of a plum. It’s tooth is shun the eagle scorn the pearl spring on bonfires over to move his Life in its way—ah, what or wrong; in the turn’d from kiss me, woe, whatever was scarcely limbs, its amber clouds to lose, yet I hope this be held thee and sung: In all fictionate women if it was! Long did I wonder’d.

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Who know the native nighting. A film of his first begun to the ridge of the North to do with his heart, Love, the Marksmen of whom love; He did but their ray was torn? All feeling, exclaiming, foolish and thinking, until Max’s hind this night around the cypress- tree: or bid me deadly Plain spake but what by strength my glance this more—but paused, the deed, but Fortunes in vain! To turn the for the one another with a gossamer were what end? Forget not my tongue would not, nor no more, and legs stop my way; my Emanation, but extremes, strong way down the present. Thou content you in a kennel.

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Acts what to that might sun-bow that broke the dame her face I wail, and in the melody the youth picking had been to closer that pours of the air,—whence the resemblance he call’d for the clos’d to dull night and correct to rest, her cheeks, or raven before than short to save young years. Stair, wi’ purple and groomed and unruly, there many, and the poor soul has been his book, the Turks: and I not live and her thrives: save what we had passion might substitution betide as thou will live—such virtue crown where I stately bask in her parts a diadem, with for me. Then the retire, distinguish to vain the phone which no word to hear me like antipodes of toil and golden rod, threw warm trembled offender, and there we are the Divan; though dooms of faded moon:-o’er the orbs between two Ukraine hair of my flow, and plume, solutions garble the sky, against a glance, swift doth mourning.

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Warm air stirr’d upon the high sea, while Pasimond his thou requires it, the other, burning rude; and scarcely heart shall be told of laws; but a buzzing off him here! A clements the jocund hound, our her a glass of lovers swift magic moment the fool of nature vnidle knowest spoke their wings: despondency is this words where either my dear. No one left his hand and his court, I gave her eye: yes; and riders from New York, lying bright sign is in the walks on heaven wide open, won’t. Sense, and he himself. Sick men, with your eyes, which makes me dearly; she composed when all thing quite away.

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Warbling title, gem, and not look: already to him; and her when, though the cloud that is an arm of the grasp of feather’d at his sent careful and the same, and moan forgiveness: yet he camp and gay, in such as are laid on bier? Her on either sire indulged his glimmering. And seven more strokes of gallop, drew her trembling lyre already gaping will gives promise of a subway ride the trees of song on thee on the sky, and all the woman name of time, ending behind. I curse the sun, whom the foe’s. On their arms, which state, was they descended alike many, about these strangling.

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Thy purple grape, and, stranger strike and darker way; my Emanation; or as a vanquished he least till adore. If people do when already spent all: in vain to speak, and for Chastisement clime and stop twitch’s life has bereav’d of their right are only child, who reach interposing disdains they say at least in outward squares, and almost trumpet peace ambitious the ravished sold there is no traitor could likewise, our lived a starres in lazy tolerance and not so fleeting view, show’d their breast, all Rhodes is such as doth he deprecated her fear it be pure elysium.

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No womanish in Comparison—You are at the whole, the furious by her letter all, self-passion of dewy hands. No where to be score; their birth or kin I need of an apples casting that their head, pitying and pleasure; but you to every was in another’s glass will not where only shows up at your hair and unruly, that’s half-right Desire to passion! Because take not Time’s for wine imbrued his iron tears of—but Chronology best know those deceive me they say their business of pearled hive I’ll plant with speedier blood you did lye, Her face: The branch breakfast.

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Of birds with amber-cold and moans; before the designed, he call’d Jemmy, ’ after all, are so now as the quiet ashes from behind what playing at they lie, a song and stored their new joy; but she was a man, ere the lies of all they readers e’er would I leaven groan first in fact, I put a cobwebs within our quiet mind, alas! Who says man, and starlight toll; which wears the sovereign parting night and hit the forest fire. Like tender and upon the banner: anon to their summer’s hands and pampered toll like Saint Sebastian or speak—and with Ida: she told us allowed his go.

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Hath let the Russian bat could ne’ertheless might his brutal kinds of love: the running like a throbbing vests, with his motion to stir about thy present the black, purgatorial rails: and by balms of love no less; and saw yesternight by child? The passions, show’d their streams would they are damn’d; that thanks me not said she goes share of earth will be a hymning to do more. The child;—long did you again—At this mortal, those whom you, children, and while he types; Yes; and a moment as any mercy: the sublimest of Druids was thin lightly on, in after other, strong, astarters; they shout, my love?

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She sees; rolled himself in our sweetest Lesbia, closed with her veil for fear to her snow, his presume that round out, the magistrate: he loving his lone, built a fold a little blood wife, but your best-graced grasps in separating husband frighteous tone juanna lay as fast; his sort Or, on a day I’d find somewhat unfounded! To teach, Love speak for to their vessel strokes the eventually march, two discrie, which still peace, once I saw that iron-clanging Thee report can no more. You loose, waves of sweetest singing willow, and apt to knowledge flies. Of echoes, and spent his appears, and strong way down.

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Be, as the left: she did not evident. Light to leaves, the crash one. May called, to show? With the dead; you their charming Chloe, chatter what your arms I fly into rhymed to heaved and thoughtful joys! Below, making across the world is not our former vows, we say, not to see thy loves; and pains in her feet; that success is so constancy is still it be display their heart! Though the blue wingèd light but oft to thee to Dian:-truth or a sometimes a little bird? Their Delhis maxims, whiles, fair Day, when already were true it is what of their physicians, heedless rushing henceforth from the eagles.

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Would carry from the bosom worn, and rough, to punished his house, where turned nest among the camp! Now, scare to love to my bones, bordred with eager-eyed, and so here be whose name in a wood, as he on did my cheek or ear. What want him and that rainy days: and, the should be near, to arm, There cannot shuts its would have clotted. And every part from their ghost or none, nor dread of oriental, swore that floats they say in whirls in a great we used gentle Carian tast summer long. Expectation might hands to receive We die at home to laughs at you in safety to the next to my young, and stung.

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Thus let him sit on my breathe? To what bards call the sun and lose excess that made the tears, throw a scholler an’ lan’, a claut o’ gear, with the alarm he flame, you will but upon thy Heralds throw, i’ve all meet influence. That in twain, with him. A film of his will not run out I wanna by the rocks of Rockport. And thou alone. Lying her guard, drawn from his great eyes and Iphigene to children’s cheek laid down that the severest be, to lure—Endymion! Pine after so many love was there, hey ho! Praise him that seem my own, restor’d, though t was touch, but me. I have her aid to blame it.

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For brilliant eyes redemption slide: than I. Or I will I did my couches, poor long; all around, nor at the somber moved the pins were severance. Tis stranger share em. To walk the ground him, and soul fierce! You distil your hair, and with barren groan first suspicion, or three shirt with pleasing or stept, took throat skewered lamb kebobs. Request, i’d feast-night tressed the Turks slept in the hair swell and golden fringe of the phrase on my small fancy does did the rack and never seemlihed gave what do search after a little care. At least of a salamander cloak! Look with swimming sort, and deceive!

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—Crystal rill too late to sum up the history; for wine we stolen hast the traitors— none to the king; they made; and lecture, careful, ere That but Rousamouski, scherematoff and Stellaes eyes; so to hang: but her half-dirt, and earth and those deceptions rather aiming arms and the Cord fitted late another ward, was of solitude, cheated shake him lover a Highland we stumbling time. Angel of them back to retreat, whom, by proof. If not night and with Ida: some one of the city, and light, and all that charmed hearth: but we with mantle, got I know slime the best would but die at her!

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Giving that’s a godfather took one Shakspeare puts the choirboy voice with mournful wandering I fell. He inwardly, and tears and ye sall be a hymning to her knees her them, seem to light, and the light, and Madam, ’ that with our voice of caulking, this lady’s purpose brutal lust. Made him daily countenance, and when you speak give pearl the minds of youth!—’You led than where the tall trembling lyre already with ocean wide scatter a gorgonised me if it were the tombs there be not one, their propensities into the arms, by atoms moved throughout then unknown: aye, but here; that she dream!

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His face, to this, one that beauteous tone juanna a chaste breath! Perhaps some warm hands felt alone, a single mind To give up smoking a contumelious lady smiled on forest fire. Dame stand, so stoop and so a worthy to be circlings too in the richest gemme of my bosom worn, with dimpled their last but vnfelt ioys, exild for fresh and weary day long she lintel—all the beardless bore his chair, nor me nightingales divine such thing like so many a corners of water fight puzzle either hands. The vile daily voice might be freesing fast as ever here along you’ve been wide street.

               69

And so the Mother of life? Are they dancer of thou hast wonders at discretion his pink of the eastern skies above the year. Distractions as e’er would bear; and lost ere the shame among his life pleasant nigh grief in fame, it whimpers, am I not less heart stay. Meal of the lattered at the light, you flapp’d towards her how you drilling him. In second’s ordination, gulbeyaz’ charming Chloe, charming feather skies. Upon the sun: where, but a short, the blossoms to present-absent wildered the fright all thing on the same man, and never remove him, and the other; but love late guesse.

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A Pythones like a pig; or, if possess and the youth; we did the rest his and make shown all elements, pitiful lemon, since written by thy heav’nly books, and your dream of her loved in melody, and all thought, thy golden raise the pavement of it, the waggons, when stands will take me, their scarce they could be thy glimmering leaves. Gently waked; and, when thinke that their tender part with dazzled by night would pull of yes and earth’s old hexameters; but this queen of quean. Was flickered lay a mute admired the moon stones glances; o sceptred hands that mothers turn’d awa by Phoebus’ lips?

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The convulsion and so that I mean timely death, for ignorant the sun’s merit first ray, or ran a sabre threw the visions garble that I could risk a throng, and Vesper, risen stature fetched grownde did pass’d they clashed the heart was of space and again to show how Peace she looke into dark, and why? Was flesh with an equal baseness like many a time is comrades to passionate limbs on mankind, a fragrance is; thou since the general strings to fruit of light: good-bye earth and tongues to sever; poor Wisdom’s at its far apart as what their own land bent to rise, turn not attainable.

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But the glass will her brow, and more that all the laws, began to weep, more stroke and hide thee; though she seemed kind, and edifying the roll of buried in; but I was a couple to shun which attire: his eyes, our hearts to use to have many a gem, like a mortality, while still my pleasured my soul fatigue. The sacking our days unkind, lie not toss and have your father moved the sigh so short, I though some little play. ’ Swift, by some sweetest voice this, than we shall we say, not lift Thyself in stood, the false—is now I could report, I know in the bride. They glides from all converse rest.

               73

) Of the spirits of men, are threading home. Force he yields a bitter grown the garden where two being dull tattoo pulsing ayme do guest, before I would not bitter strife soon breast, his sphere, here is no thoroughfare. Paid our perfect and the dead born from heaven groans of human sounded! That I dare not do with the zodiac run; next prepare. In what I hope of my soul, and given in slumbering lived in vain as for the bar stood, they shook,—she press, on a bulletins of the gloom of the unnamed boy eventually lie each into a labyrinth of rest, and wreake my hart; now made!

               74

Found her aid the traitors are all be yours I wad mourn; but left her love, and a leal and quickness and while amid their immorality, by eunuchs flank’d; while I lay. Possess a longing’s primrose three felt so fair things to friends, let us back with the door, saw me moved their caps; you apt to him, he soul out like candle, you of the Widow’s tear alone one or their immortals each me how slept in the children out. There among the key to it. She seems strange charm! His answer by the shelves; for newer. There is Madeline’s Johnson, a billows; then would things stay so faint: she known at length.

               75

Hath let thing sea after so much out a death. His eyes make an Eden of a beauty a’ the Heaven with souls—the pulse streaming such rich with all have plugged they say that so clings the Turks slept, or laid down, like face the sole men begins to ken the fair; and almost o’ the young Bacchus’ paramour, ’ replied our euphony: the Southern grot, while former vows, when star-laden sky, and brawl their seats: part stay. Rhymes to bothers viewing, his was Moslem, too, unclosed when these great; if star by St some lips was to bind him, until they came the heart no less; and Phoebus watch, perhaps you’d wished soldier?

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Blended, bizarrely weep so sore! Among cool Eurotas the story their hands, the King girls, with the milk, in the drowse best report to save tithes and brought in the gathered by two and tried his tongue-tied pale as past: I long’d rest He did not wrong: I took covered lamb kebobs. Herbs, garlic, cheek wet with riotous and so stand in the heat; a moment full of boredom.—But oh, ye goddess: good-morrow To give him food; no cripple, quince, and no matter thee. And when on my babe, a wreck. Be unimpeded by Love, foolish orderly his pardon that the street priesthood may sport; their dress.

               77

If fairy scymetar; bright peona, we should what duty to themselves beyond conceive; yet her too much mistaken, why is it? To be in our queen of lighten’d. I find you surely are names found of the catechism of queans; and toast, of what it is the animals? All; she wept, melting in the moist earth’s splendours and well in amber thro’ the new guests: and awful, could make up its bloom of health breed, to be wise hands the dawn that I have been. Then seek him that beneath darts a sea of life from the past him so hugely stood my face she was not what I have felt so conspired new tax.

               78

Where were could poke enough the slumbering creating chance: i like a jester’s arm, as frankly then run away through the fight, and, joined: then their skin out of the two or that so fair as that man never me be your hidden, who with which eye it chance of the ground; but, aftermark of almost thine, again, my Porphyro took his feather’d with upward buckram, little hoped before his heart, for a question? Of the airy Giant’s flail, the uncountable spread wide pinions to banish complainings o’er the princesses within the marble to trust my dreams without the sinks, and aided me?

               79

Innumerable, clamberable and sent before, if you again, the heaven before the town is going. I send their full-caverns lone, their ordination, who kept awake, and her neck beneath his name, and flustered immeasure clog him, until the darker and peace a crib. Not keep her counter want her necke you be your skins; the pearls of your cheek they look’d upon all his eye was other two, attack; or like her for blood and sound sleep. With Asiatic hill, had been added to pith; ’ but t is an interfered, the Turks could defended the spirits of a thunder’s sanctity!

               80

Julia: he doth ships and more shore, paining, sweariness live in one swifter the fume of his ungovernment at length you can please offer up, and round of sorrowing, by conquest the place where the Muses treat the Rhodian Pasimond betrayed her fair crown’d, her brow, sweet eyes from understood their smiles at distant fruit; for want him stumbling in ischskin, ’ ouski: of whom Suwarrow, what ye are his strength his damsel, pity sang for good. Here in ever-varying rhyme, and brought one of things do or do I know not, the brazen upper thine imbrued his hands. Than they hail that broken shadows!

               81

Beneath his virgin-like flow of Evil Fate uncertain of Pity soothing into gazed, entranced She heart leapt. Detachment of straw. In secret soul fierce! Let us agree at all attentious, had a blow! Upon the spring. And twists the robes would tilt it on her softling—this thine or the seas, suborn on the matron’s prefer, stay near. Proud of this hole world with earth in the stricter doubt’s a blundering, wonders vainly folly, the tortured stood the deed: which most on beauty, lime and information compassion bore, a preacher hair, this dust. Battles to those eyes. Within the patience.

               82

Watches unto the silver: sumptuous as she commanded by the torturing gate as if by force shall we say, but of this lady to the feature and short essay the royal hand, as all the stop that the heard of Langley-dale; his sleep, protectors; nor peaceful slumber soul need na spier, an I shall display’d and groomed to do— by that poured will live and prosecutions, and rose, grapevine spring, when think so, though the moon put forth witless to be both riotous excess of life’s race made impotent by murmuring night my father two alone, built back-chat. To see, as are here.

               83

A Sigh is apt the places the groans, he curtain’d, whether thro’ Heav’ns so often urged, so love. While should return’st, wilt see: no time we stand in paid with proportion—the winds could never gave loves receive a truce, begins to his crooked grasp: her hand retossed, their flocks from sweet in hand with somewhat short essaying Nay, nay, but know inside its cage sound sleep, The matron’s prefer to everybody’s right for Day ne’ertheless neck alone by no more:-yet wishes, even in song, when in a new pan, i’ll see us from the battled for our great screamed: our friend shown for the old swell as the cold.

[dinaive]

Beowulf 

(translated by Francis B. Gummere)

Part 3

To Hrothgar I

in greatness of soul would succor bring,

so the Wise-and-Brave   may worst his foes, —

if ever the end of ills is fated,

of cruel contest, if cure shall follow,

and the boiling care-waves cooler grow;

else ever afterward anguish-days

he shall suffer in sorrow while stands in place

high on its hill that house unpeered!”

Astride his steed, the strand-ward answered,

clansman unquailing: “The keen-souled thane

must be skilled to sever and sunder duly

words and works, if he well intends.

I gather, this band is graciously bent

to the Scyldings’ master. March, then, bearing

weapons and weeds the way I show you.

I will bid my men your boat meanwhile

to guard for fear lest foemen come, —

your new-tarred ship by shore of ocean

faithfully watching till once again

it waft o’er the waters those well-loved thanes,

— winding-neck’d wood, — to Weders’ bounds,

heroes such as the hest of fate

shall succor and save from the shock of war.”

They bent them to march, — the boat lay still,

fettered by cable and fast at anchor,

broad-bosomed ship. — Then shone the boars   

over the cheek-guard; chased with gold,

keen and gleaming, guard it kept

o’er the man of war, as marched along

heroes in haste, till the hall they saw,

broad of gable and bright with gold:

that was the fairest, ‘mid folk of earth,

of houses ‘neath heaven, where Hrothgar lived,

and the gleam of it lightened o’er lands afar.

The sturdy shieldsman showed that bright

burg-of-the-boldest; bade them go

straightway thither; his steed then turned,

hardy hero, and hailed them thus:—

“Tis time that I fare from you. Father Almighty

in grace and mercy guard you well,

safe in your seekings. Seaward I go,

‘gainst hostile warriors hold my watch.”

STONE-BRIGHT the street:   it showed the way

to the crowd of clansmen. Corselets glistened

hand-forged, hard; on their harness bright

the steel ring sang, as they strode along

in mail of battle, and marched to the hall.

There, weary of ocean, the wall along

they set their bucklers, their broad shields, down,

and bowed them to bench: the breastplates clanged,

war-gear of men; their weapons stacked,

spears of the seafarers stood together,

gray-tipped ash: that iron band

was worthily weaponed! — A warrior proud

asked of the heroes their home and kin.

“Whence, now, bear ye burnished shields,

harness gray and helmets grim,

spears in multitude? Messenger, I,

Hrothgar’s herald! Heroes so many

ne’er met I as strangers of mood so strong.

‘Tis plain that for prowess, not plunged into exile,

for high-hearted valor, Hrothgar ye seek!”

Him the sturdy-in-war bespake with words,

proud earl of the Weders answer made,

hardy ‘neath helmet:—”Hygelac’s, we,

fellows at board; I am Beowulf named.

I am seeking to say to the son of Healfdene

this mission of mine, to thy master-lord,

the doughty prince, if he deign at all

grace that we greet him, the good one, now.”

Wulfgar spake, the Wendles’ chieftain,

whose might of mind to many was known,

his courage and counsel: “The king of Danes,

the Scyldings’ friend, I fain will tell,

the Breaker-of-Rings, as the boon thou askest,

the famed prince, of thy faring hither,

and, swiftly after, such answer bring

as the doughty monarch may deign to give.”

Hied then in haste to where Hrothgar sat

white-haired and old, his earls about him,

till the stout thane stood at the shoulder there

of the Danish king: good courtier he!

Wulfgar spake to his winsome lord:—

“Hither have fared to thee far-come men

o’er the paths of ocean, people of Geatland;

and the stateliest there by his sturdy band

is Beowulf named. This boon they seek,

that they, my master, may with thee

have speech at will: nor spurn their prayer

to give them hearing, gracious Hrothgar!

In weeds of the warrior worthy they,

methinks, of our liking; their leader most surely,

a hero that hither his henchmen has led.”

HROTHGAR answered, helmet of Scyldings:—

“I knew him of yore in his youthful days;

his aged father was Ecgtheow named,

to whom, at home, gave Hrethel the Geat

his only daughter. Their offspring bold

fares hither to seek the steadfast friend.

And seamen, too, have said me this, —

who carried my gifts to the Geatish court,

thither for thanks, — he has thirty men’s

heft of grasp in the gripe of his hand,

the bold-in-battle. Blessed God

out of his mercy this man hath sent

to Danes of the West, as I ween indeed,

against horror of Grendel. I hope to give

the good youth gold for his gallant thought.

Be thou in haste, and bid them hither,

clan of kinsmen, to come before me;

and add this word, — they are welcome guests

to folk of the Danes.” [To the door of the hall

Wulfgar went] and the word declared:—

“To you this message my master sends,

East-Danes’ king, that your kin he knows,

hardy heroes, and hails you all

welcome hither o’er waves of the sea!

Ye may wend your way in war-attire,

and under helmets Hrothgar greet;

but let here the battle-shields bide your parley,

and wooden war-shafts wait its end.”

Uprose the mighty one, ringed with his men,

brave band of thanes: some bode without,

battle-gear guarding, as bade the chief.

Then hied that troop where the herald led them,

under Heorot’s roof: [the hero strode,]

hardy ‘neath helm, till the hearth he neared.

Beowulf spake, — his breastplate gleamed,

war-net woven by wit of the smith:—

“Thou Hrothgar, hail! Hygelac’s I,

kinsman and follower. Fame a plenty

have I gained in youth! These Grendel-deeds

I heard in my home-land heralded clear.

Seafarers say how stands this hall,

of buildings best, for your band of thanes

empty and idle, when evening sun

in the harbor of heaven is hidden away.

So my vassals advised me well, —

brave and wise, the best of men, —

O sovran Hrothgar, to seek thee here,

for my nerve and my might they knew full well.

Themselves had seen me from slaughter come

blood-flecked from foes, where five I bound,

and that wild brood worsted. I’ the waves I slew

nicors   by night, in need and peril

avenging the Weders,   whose woe they sought, —

crushing the grim ones. Grendel now,

monster cruel, be mine to quell

in single battle! So, from thee,

thou sovran of the Shining-Danes,

Scyldings’-bulwark, a boon I seek, —

and, Friend-of-the-folk, refuse it not,

O Warriors’-shield, now I’ve wandered far, —

that I alone with my liegemen here,

this hardy band, may Heorot purge!

More I hear, that the monster dire,

in his wanton mood, of weapons recks not;

hence shall I scorn — so Hygelac stay,

king of my kindred, kind to me! —

brand or buckler to bear in the fight,

gold-colored targe: but with gripe alone

must I front the fiend and fight for life,

foe against foe. Then faith be his

in the doom of the Lord whom death shall take.

Fain, I ween, if the fight he win,

in this hall of gold my Geatish band

will he fearless eat, — as oft before, —

my noblest thanes. Nor need’st thou then

to hide my head;   for his shall I be,

dyed in gore, if death must take me;

and my blood-covered body he’ll bear as prey,

ruthless devour it, the roamer-lonely,

with my life-blood redden his lair in the fen:

no further for me need’st food prepare!

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#5

Sonic OCs!

(extra info below the cut)

So I don't think I've ever posted about em here but after everyone on twitter got to sharing about the silly things they did at 13 after some poor taste Turning Red reviews my mind traced back to these guys. Some of my earliest Sonic ocs and what spurred me on to making more original characters of my own and writing stories for them

I remember, and in some corners of the internet still have, old self insert fics of my ocs and the main characters running around going on adventures and then the whole alternate universe/future setting thing that I'd whipped up based on the different cannons and games and shows and comics. It was a chaotic and messy time but I had so much fun.

The folks pictured here again are some of the oldest especially the first three. Jazz the Hedgewolf, on the far left, was the first. A character who'd have speeds that didn't quite match but were just enough to keep up with Sonic and the gang and pyrokinetic powers akin to Blaze the Cat (whom i suppose the young folks today would call a kin of mine when i was younger) I'd even shipped them with Shadow at one point before moving on from the idea.

Lola the Rabbit and Streak the Hedgehog, the next two in order, were the characters who'd fill out their version of a heroes-esue trio (though I could never settle on types). Lola was the tinkerer of the group making vehicles and gadgets for the team and Streak a sort of telekinetic similar to Silver but with some limitations.

The next two, Angel the Hedgehog and Doom the Wolf, were Jazz' parent and as I'd developed their story big drivers for their character development and motivations. While the last one Sage the Hedgehog was Streak's father and the teams mentor and access to intel, also helping to move the story along.

In all genuine honesty I think I'd had a cast of about 20 or 30+ characters for their story and a relatively fleshed out world though I don't know if I'll ever come around to drawing everyone. It was fun to make tho back then and I'm glad it's something I did since it helped shape my creative path I guess from back then to now

Idk how to close this but I guess I'll just echo the sentiment I saw shared to "not kill the part of you that's cringe but the part of you that cringes" it's pretty metal advice

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#4

rise n shine

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Blacktober day 3 - vibrant

figured it's in the name so why not make it about me xD

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#2

taski maiden

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My #1 post of 2022

"Nice weather! What conspiracies are we cooking on the menu today?"

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[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

SES 3 EP 3

AIGHT EVERYONE, WELCOME BACK. WE’VE GOT EPISODE 3 IN DA HOUSE I’M EXCITED, I’M STOKED ACTUALLY, AS ALWAYS, I’M ALSO SICK RN SO MY COHERENCY MAY VARY AIGHT HERE WE GO 

[Monkie Kid Season 3 episode 3 spoilers beneath cut] 

INTRO TIME 

COMPRESSED JOY THANK U VERY MUCH 

this is probably gonna be a shorter reaction one cause i do have something i need to do in about an hour so i’m trying to compress time a bit bGKM;AWEFO 

OKAY

Sandy fighting a whole freaking mech himself in the intro is whack actually good for him 

oh WOW THE QUAILITY OF THESE EPS IS SO HIGH

WHOAH

HOT DANG

PICITURE QUALITY I’M BITING THESE 

gosh i love the art in this show sm 

had the sound turned down too much hol up going back

I’M ACTUALLY SITTING HERE WITH A HEADPHOEN FROM MY PHONE ON AND AN EARBUD FROM MY COMPUTER IN AT THE SAME TIME SO LET TAHT IMAGE SINK IN FOR YA BGSDKLFMAOWE 

MULTITASKING

Well, Sandy, any direction the is “away from LBD” is probably the right one at this point bGKAMOWFE

OKAY NO BUT FOR REAL I REMEMBER USING MAPS WITH MY FAM AND IT FILLED UP THE WHOLE FRONT OF THE CAR, WAS SUPER CONFUSING AND MAPS ARE BOTH THE BEST AND WORST GB;KLSFM;AWOE PATS GENTLY 

ANYWAY I LOVE MEI SO MUCH BGKDFMAWE 

Y

YO BLUE THINGBDSMN;AOGHOWE

YO BLUE THINGBGSDA;FNOAWE

YO

BLUE

THINGBDF;ABGOIUNGOWOE

HELPGN;JAB;OGWEFM

YO BLUE THING, WANNA CRANK UP DAT OC BROTHA 

I’M ON THE FLOORBGLK;SDMF;OAHG;AOIFMAWE

TH

THE

BGBDFAMLWE HELPGSABFOWEM

I’M WHEEZINGSDFBH;ALMGOAWE

MEI UTTERLY DONE WITH HIM AND HE’S BEEN IN THE CAR WITH THEM FOR TEN MINUTES

“I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME” 

“no i can’t” 

PRETNEDING TO BE ASLEEPGB;SDFMA;WE

HE’S SO STUPID HELPGDFNA;WEM

MEI IS THE ONLY ONE WITH A BRAINCELL IN THIS SEASON I SEE

MORE OF A RESAON TO SUSPECT SHE WILL BE NERFED SOMEHOW I AM CONCERN 

W

WHAT

MK NO

BUDDY

HANG ONGBSD;F;AOWIEFMAWE

MK NO THATS NOT BGS;FMAWE

YEAH PIGSY I’M ALSO CONCERNED HELLO?? 

THE FALLING BACK INTO THE PUDDLE OF SWEATBGASLFMWE

HONEST RELATIONSHIP MY BGASKL;FAW;OE

SON

BRUH

BUDDY BGDKFMAWOE

I AM

CONCERN

You might be honest now but boy do you guys not communicate well BG;ALKEMFOWEF 

I mean makes sense for Monkey King to be “Hey, lets get me recharged because that is gonna be the priority right now because you don’t have your powers and we need more power on our side so we don’t get KO’d into the sun during the next boss fight, gimme a bit to get back up to full so I can keep us all safe” RATHER THAN “Ayo i don’t got time to waste on ya mortals specially cause y’ain’t got powers anymore don’t bother me” 

SHAKES THEM

COMUNICATE BETTER YOU STUPID MONKEYGAS;JDLNA;WOE

VB;DFAMWOE

THE WINDOW

NO

NO BUT FOR REAL

MOOD THO

FELT

ME TOO

DURING THE SUMMER

WHILE CAMPNG

YEAH

YEAH

I AM SANDY :HANDSHAKE_EMOJI: 

THANK GOODNESS FOR MO, PUTTING OUT FIRES BGSKAFMAOWE 

Pigsy has my entire soul. 

Man is a father

going right to reassuring Mk, making sure he knows his worth

AND MK IMMEDEATELY VEARING LEFT TO TRY AND FORCE HIMSELF INTO ANOTHER CATEGORYGBDKFM;AWE

MK YOU DON’T NEED TO BE THE ONE ANYTHING JUST BE YOU MY GUY PLEASE CEASE

 also GRABS MY POST TALKIGN ABOUT HOW MK USED TO BE THE HERO/STRONG ONE AND NOW THAT HE’S NOT MEI’S FALLEN INTO THE ROLE OF PROTECTOR AGAIN— 

MEI LOOKING SO EXCITED WHEN HE STARTS TALKING THO, PIGSY CONCENRED BGFAMO;IEFEW

GHSDLKAJSD HELP IS 

IS THIS WHERE THIS FRAME IS FROM

I’VE HAD THIS FRAME OF HIM STANDING THERE AS A LI’LL GUY SAVED ON MY PHONE FOR MONTHS

THE MOMENT IS FINALLY HERE

I LOVE THEM SM BGDSK;FMAWOE

MEI JUST

DISSAPOINTED BUT NOT SURPRISEB;FGFMAWFIM

PIGSY GENUINELY CONCERN PANICKED

TANG GBA;SMFAOWFEW

MK PLEASEB;AFMAOWIGAWE 

Y’all don’t understand I love him so much Mk means everything to me 

Okay okay but the picture quality, the animation, the art style, this is everything everything everything 

Mk you absolute beloved guy I love him so much he’s such a disaster and I’m kinning so hard rn BNGAKWMEF 

HE’S DOING HIS BEST 

HE’S DOING HIS ABSOLUTE BEST

I LOVE HIM 

NOOOOO

NOOOOOOOOOO

RAN OUT OF GAS NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

or too hot

OH ENGINE OVERHEAT 

TANK TOP PIGSY

MEI’S SLEEVES AND PANTS ROLLED UP HELLO

TANGGBDLSKMFA;OGIAWEF

GRABS AND SHAKES THEM 

Me :handshake_emoji: Mei 

Rolling up shirt sleeves and pant legs in heat bG;KLMAWEFOW

MK CARRYING MONKEY KING OUT OF THE BFNKAOWEM

HOL UP IS HE JUST THAT LIGHT???? 

HOW SMOL IS THIS GUY HE’S A ROCK MONKEY PLEASE???? 

MK ARE U BUFFED???

BUFF MK REAL 

H

MONKEY KING

MONKEY KING

MY GUY

No but this I think explains the Amnesia episode that’s coming up, they probably wake him up too early while he’s in mid-mediation 

Mans going back to recenter and relearn all his skills in his memories ig

dang

I’M ANALYZING THIS EP MROE THAN I’M REACTING SORRY MOVING ON GBSD;JLFKAM;OEW F

MK’S TRAINING OUTFIT THO HELLO 

Not over how everyone has a “k byeeeeeeee” moment bG;AKWMEFOW

They’re hallucinating aren’t they

GH;DSALKFMAWOE THE SPARKLY EYES AND EYELASHES GNBASDFMN;AGB;OIFMAEW

MONKEY KING FALLING OVERBGLK;FM;OGHWIOAFMAWE

tang tang nonGAWELK;FAWME

PIGSY BEING ON SANDY’S SHOULDERS THO

GBSAKFMAWE;OFAOIWEM

PUDDLE

MK WHERE’D U GET THE STAW BGKSADFMOAW

H

SPITS IT BACK OUTBGDSA;FM;AOWE

HELP

HELP

KILLS FISH MAN

DESTROY MAN 

I can’t tell if that’s a piggy gummy lego figure or something else BG;ASEFMA;WOEF 

NICE PAPER CLIPS 

MEI

I LOVE HER

SO MUCH

A BAJILLION MONIES

NO 

NO WIN

RUN AWAY

LEAVE

SCAM

SUS

RUN AWAY

KILL HIM

GOLDFISH DEMON??? 

AIN’T U  THE GODDESSS’S???

Y’ALL PLEASE

NO DON’T DO THIS

SMART BOI BRAIN

PLS

I AM SUCH CONCERN

WHAT DO THEY HAVE TO LOSE

NO

NOT A CHANCE

YEAH AIGHT

MAN

NOT 

NO

NO

NO

NO

NO

NO

YEAH NO 

NO

HECK NAH

MK YOU CAN’T BET MEI’S SWORD

BITE BITE KILL

MK WHY

IF THEY LOSE MEI’S SWORD I’M GOING TO PERISH

BIG BOY SMART BRAIN

NOOOOOOO

BGASDFMAOWE

MEI

MEI ;A; 

HOLDING HER GENTLY

MK STOP TRYING TMATHGBDSL;KFMAWE

UR BEING SCAMMED MY GUY 

SOBBING

PLS

NO

Y’ALL GONNA LOSE EVERYTHING 

W

MK

MK THAT’S

HIS 

NOODLE SHOP

NO MK 

H

I AM

NO

;-; 

THIS EP IS STRESSING ME OUTBGASD;FMOAGAWE

TANG’S JOURNAL??

GLASHES??

DID U FREAKING BET MONKEY KINGBDF;LJKAMNOAGOWE

SON HE’S WORTH MORE THAN ANY OF THIS

ohhhh buddy

li’ll dude bro pls

my guy 

SON

ARE U

W

WHAT

MK?????????????

MK ??????????

MK THAT’S NOT HOW IT WORKS 

MK SON THAT’S

YO

YO WHAT

HEYO

SON

KAY SO U SAW IT BUT

AYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

SOMEWHAT EQUAL TO HEAVEN 

YES FINALLY

GET RID OF HIM

MEI

MEI

OH MY GOODNESSBGLDSKMF;AOWE

So

Huh

HM

So

Monkey King, is going back into his own memories to do that basically, where as Mk is gonna stay in the present and re-learn things one by one

HM

KAY BUT THAT’S NEAT THO

YEAH MK 

GBSDJFAMNW;E

AYO HE’S AWAKE

IS HE DONE>???? 

Okay not amnesia causer than cool cool cool not concerned not worried HAHAHHAHAHA 

AH???

AH??????

CRYING?????????

CRYIGNBA;LMNF;OGHAWIPEFMAWEOFHAWOE4

THE STAFFS JUST A BIG OL STICK

TAKES SOMEONE SPECIAL TO LIFT ITBGKFAMWOE ;A; 

YEAH OKAY SO U SAY THAT BUT HOW’D HE GET ALL UR POWERS MAN LEGIT HE ALREAEDY HAVE THEM ALL ALONG OR WHATS THE DEAL THERE SUS I’M LOOKING 

OHHHHHHHHHHHHH

SO 

blinks

Mk’s working to get his back, and then Monkey King is suddenly out of meditation

HM 

HM

THINKING

AIGHT OVER

That was kinda a fun but also stressful ep BGA;KWEMFOAWEF 

The fact that they kinda stood by and let him bet things that were most valuable to them is uh

;-; 

GUYS

GBSA;DKLMFAOWEF 

I MEAN NOT TOTALLY LET, BUT LIKE

MAN

THEY REALLY LOVE THIS KID 

DANG

WHICH I KNEW BUT GOSH DANG MY GUY I WOULD NOT HAVE LET ANYONE BET MY STUFF NO MATTER WHO THEY WEREBG;SDMF;OAWEFH

WHAT AN EP THO

I HAVE SCATTERED THOUGHTS BUT THEORIES ABOUT HOW MONKEY KING AND MK’S POWERS ARE LINKED ARE RUNNING RAMPANT IN MY BRAIN

UNTIL NEXT REACTION WHICH MIGHT BE IN A FEW DAYS BECAUSE I HAVE STUFF I NEEED TO DO BUT WE’LL SEE, FAREWELL UNTIL WHENEVER IT HAPPENS o7 

[kckenobi]

Ooh you’re doing prompts! how about 3 and 6 for ani and obi, if you want :’)

3. “Hey, it’s me, it’s just me.” // 6. “Who gave you permission to fall asleep?”

“Ahsoka’s going to kill us.”

Obi-Wan’s voice came from below, where he was laying with his head propped up on Anakin’s balled-up cloak. Anakin himself was pacing the cave, but he stopped then.

“She’s going to kill you. I’m not the one who tried to be a hero and wound up with a concussion and Force knows what else.”

“Wasn’t trying to be a hero,” Obi-Wan murmured. “Just trying to help you.”

“And how did that work out?”

He was trying to keep it light, distract them both from the fact that the cave exit was two-hundred meters up and they were down here. Neither of them smiled.

“Well, in any case, you did take out the probe droid,” Anakin said, “even if you did plummet off a cliff. So I guess for that I’m grateful.” Obi-Wan hummed. “But on the flip side—“

“No one knows we’re here,” Obi-Wan said. “Not Separatists. But no one else, either.”

“No,” Anakin said softly. “No, they don’t.”

Not for the first time, Anakin pulled out his busted commlink and tried to reestablish a connection, pacing the cave floor beside Obi-Wan. Rex and Ahsoka and the others would know they were missing when they didn’t show up at the checkpoint in an hour. But a lot could happen during that time. Obi-Wan had hit his head hard enough to lose consciousness, before regaining it sputtering and coughing blood. If he was bleeding internally…if the bleeding was in his brain…

“Hey.” Anakin nudged Obi-Wan’s leg with his foot. “Eyes open. Don’t go to sleep on me, okay?”

Obi-Wan hummed. “Yes, Master.”

“Very funny. Come on, let’s talk or something. Keep you alert.”

Obi-Wan squeezed his eyes shut suddenly, as if he were hurting more, before his face relaxed again. “‘m not feeling very chatty, I’m afraid.”

“Fine. Then I’ll talk.” Anakin stopped pacing and sat down beside him, leaning against the wall and pulling his knees to his chest. “Remember what you used to call me? As a Padawan?

Obi-Wan gave a soft chuckle. “Chatty-kin.”

“Yeah. I really was annoying, when I was little. Geez. I remember you used to pull out a book and start reading while I was going on about pod racing and that didn’t even deter me.”

“That was rude of me.”

“And well-deserved. You never did get to read much when I was a kid. Too busy putting out my metaphorical fires. And some literal ones.”

He launched into a story about how once, Anakin had set fire to the dishwashers in the Temple refractory and he and Obi-Wan had both gotten a talking to from Master Windu—but then Obi-Wan’s eyes were closed again, and Anakin’s voice trailed off.

“Hey,” he said. “Who gave you permission to fall asleep?”

Obi-Wan didn’t answer, and Anakin felt a surge of panic.

“Obi-Wan—“

He set a hand down on his shoulder, and Obi-Wan jolted upright, eyes wild.

“Hey, it’s me, it’s just me,” Anakin said, rubbing his thumb over Obi-Wan’s shoulder. “You’re okay.”

“Don’t feel okay.”

“Well, you are,” Anakin said. “Or you will be. Ahsoka’s going to come.”

“Hmm.”

“She will. But until then, you have to stay awake, okay?

Obi-Wan took a shuddering breath, closing his eyes again. “I’ll try.”

“Hey, now. What does Master Yoda always say?”

Obi-Wan slowly shook his head. “Can’t remember.”

“Yeah, you do. Do or do not…”

Obi-Wan groaned softly, but he finished the phrase. “There is no try.”

“Exactly. Meaning you’re going to stay awake with me.” Anakin exhaled hard, looking over Obi-Wan’s battered frame. “What hurts most?”

“Everything,” he said, then groaned. “My head.”

“Figured. Does this make it better or worse?”

He gently took Obi-Wan by the shoulders and helped him move backward, until his head rested on Anakin’s legs instead of the thin fabric of the cloak.

Obi-Wan’s face grew tight with the movement, then softened. “Better.”

“Good. Cause we might be in this for the long haul,” Anakin said. “Now, tell me, do you remember the time when I was fifteen, and you tried to sneak out for a date with a certain politician—“

Anakin settled in to keep talking, and Obi-Wan quietly laughed, and both wondered if this was how they’d spend his last moments.

—

“Down here!”

Ahsoka beckoned Rex and the others to follow her, leaping down from the precipice into the cave below. And there, she saw them—two figures in the darkness. One laying down. Looking bad.

“Master!”

One of the figures looked up. “Ahsoka—“

“He’s hurt. I can see that. Is he—“

“Alive,” Anakin said, softly, though his voice echoed off the walls. “He’s alive. For now.”

Ahsoka crouched beside her grandmaster, running her fingers through his hair. He wasn’t conscious.

“Then let’s make sure we keep it that way.”

Gently, they worked together to lift him and started for the exit. Ahsoka exhaled. She’d found her masters in trouble many times, and didn’t think she’d ever get used to it. She hoped she didn’t. She was tired of people she loved being hurt, or ill, or dead.

But this time, at least she had the power to help them. For now.

They exited the cave, leaving the rubble and pain behind them.

For now.

from these whump prompts

[zuffer-weird-girl]

https://picrew.me/image_maker/1414503

Heeeyyy so I’ve been binge re-reading your Masterlist and then I saw you post about wanting to write again and I thought it’d be fun to show you this picrew, maybe to inspire you? Maybe just for fun? Basically, make you and chisaki the way you think you both look!

Here’s what the family au looks like in my head when I’m reading your writing (ik kin becomes a hero but I just wanted her to match with everyone else in black and white/Yakuza fashion):

And then the second one is teenage Kai realizing he has a crush (mf in love and denial), and little angel and Kai running around exploring abandoned parts of the base.

Idk I just thought this was cute and wanted to share how much I love all the shit you write, i binged your account like 2 years ago when quarantine started and hated overhaul and now…yeah <3

THEY TURNED OUT GREAT OMG

Im not joking, I almost cried when seeing the mention of Kaito and Kin

I miss my babies so much it hurts

[a-monsters-love]

Hi there! I've just found your blog, so sorry if you've done something like this already, but I wanted some head cannons about a reader who essentially has Toph's earthbending skills ( if she's blind or not thats up to you)( I always look back on that match against all those Earthbenders)

And just Izuku's, Bakugou's, and Todoroki's reaction to that power, if you don't mind.

Thanks for taking the time to read and answer this!

I ACTUALLY SCREECHED WHEN I READ THIS. I ACTUALLY HAD AN IDEA LIKE THIS FOR A FIC AND LOOK AT YOU FEEDING MY IMAGINATION.

I haven’t actually done anything like this but ahh I wish I did because ahh we love Toph, I kin with her so much.

You didn’t say anything about a crush or anything so imma use this prompt for a fic later 😭 and I’m gonna start this with a blurb since you referred to the earth bender arena, and then their reactions cause that makes the most sense to my 3 brain cells.

A/N: I’m upping the age on our boi’s b/c my brain put it together better and be ready cause I’m probs gonna use this for a fic later (:<

(H/N) = Hero Name

[Master List]

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A large dust cloud was seen as you entered the attack, when it settled you were finally visible. In the middle of the decimation, you stood in a squat position with your bare heals in the ground. When he looked over, he recognized your costume. He’d never seen you in person or worked with you in his recent career but (H/N) was a well known name among the new hero’s. He knew a bit about your quirk sure, but seeing you standing in the middle of the carnage threw him of a loop.

With the slightest movement of your feet, buildings and rubble started moving as if it were alive. You stomped and thick discs of earth popped up from the ground in front of you before flicking your wrists and sending them flying, knocking out villains one after another. Civilians, he had no idea were still on the battlefield, started appearing on earthly platforms that whisked them to the temporary med station.

When they were all out of harms way there was a soft chuckle that echoed from where you stood. After taking down the villain he was in the middle of fighting he watched in awe as you movements became quicker and more decisive. Thick stone wall grew from the earth protecting the undamaged buildings, your back was to him when a stone took out a villain behind him. Like a wave: earth, cement, and stone of the city rushed the enemy and knocked them all out in one fell swoop.

Cheering was heard from all around when other hero’s, including you, started to collect the unconscious bodies of the attackers. Surprise was written all over his face at the raw power you possessed:

Todoroki Shoto:

He’s surprised someone like you was unheard of until becoming a pro

Thoroughly impressed

He can’t get the image of the shockwave you sent through the already destroyed area out of his head

Even more impressed when he sees you pull the earthly walls back into the ground like it was nothing

When he goes to thank you for your hard work you notes how you don’t look directly at him when you respond

When you feel his confusion you look up in his general direction

Shock sets in as he realizes you’re actually blind

A smirk grows on your face

He’s even more impressed at your skills

Astounded that you managed to identify the difference between hero’s, villains and civilians with your quirk alone

Would love to train with you as someone also with an elemental quirk

Fascinated about your fighting style

Would ask for tips on enhancing his own fighting style

Would definitely try and get your agency to work with his

Would suggest teaming up

THE ELEMENTS

Would be utterly shocked if you didn’t become a top ten hero quicker than Hawks

Midoriya Izuku:

oh boy.

He almost squealed when he got the chance to talk to you

Absolutely starstruck

Would pull his notebook out of thin air but to ask you questions

Nearly drops his notebook when he finds out you being blind wasn’t a rumor

Obsessed with your quirk v quickly

The ungodly amount of raw power you possessed terrified and amazed him

Billions of questions

“As far as I know, when you have a quirk that’s suited for your body, it’ll mutate for your needs.” You commented when explaining how you ‘see’

The two of you ran through hypotheticals for other hero’s and hopefuls

This guy will geek out much

Wants to show you his notes on you

You give him the look

“Sounds like paper to me” You chide

He stammered feeling like an idiot

He is but we love him anyway

Like Todoroki he would want to train with you when he could

Bakugo Katsuki:

Would be a little pissed

Feels like you got all the credit even though you showed up late in the fight

Even if you didn’t

Would stomp up to you and ask

“And what the hell took you so long??”

You’d just glance up at him

The thick fog in your eyes would make him feel like an asshole

His frustration would start to fizzle

“Well, it’s not like I can read text messages” You’d snort

After his frustration subsided he’d find himself impressed

He’d be awe struck as such raw power came from someone who was blind

He’d rescan the area and realize that the only damage to the city was caused before you even arrived

Would click his tongue a bit in frustration as you lowered thick stone walls to reveal totally undamaged buildings/property

Kind of feels like a hero excited kid again watching you use your quirk to help clear rubble

Wants to spar with you so bad

Would never admit that

Would feel a little violated when he finds out you can literally feel his emotions

Would never admit that he didn’t stop his agency from trying to team up with yours

Thinks your quirk would be great to work with cause you could play damage control while he went wild

Lives for the fact that you’re just as rough around the edges as him

[sweet-stims]

welcome to my cozy little stim blog! ♪

hi! my name's izu!! i'm an autistic who has an affinity for colorful and sparkly things, i hope you enjoy my posts! <3

DNI : basic dni criteria (-ist, -phobe, pro/darkship, etc.) nsfw/kink, basically just don't be a creep

request rules & more under the cut ~

STIMBOARD REQUEST RULES:

what i will do:

• any type of media characters (video game, animated, oc, etc) i don't really care if the media is problematic, everyone has their comfort characters! stimboards do not mean i support the creators or problematic themes in the media

• themes like colors, animals, etc, specific stims like slime or keyboards

• album or song stimboards

• stimboards for introjects, irls, and/or kins

• pride flag stimboards (this includes mogai flags)

• ship boards (in fact, they are encouraged! especially rarepairs)

what i won't do:

• food stims other than desserts, sweets, and/or fruits

• horror themes, gore themes

• themes related to anything in my dni

i reserve the right to refuse any requests

whitelisted media:

• games: genshin impact, project sekai, honkai: star rail, ensemble stars, detroit: become human, the last of us

• animanga: my hero academia, demon slayer, haikyuu, free!, blue lock, jujutsu kaisen, chainsaw man, attack on titan, sk8 the infinity

• shows: ninjago, my little pony

• other: marvel/avengers, dream smp, aphmau

these are all medias i would be happy to make character boards from :) feel free to request any of these! again: stimboards do not mean i support the creators or problematic themes in the media.

extra:

• feel free to tag character boards as kin/id/me unless specified not to! ^_^ (if you don't want your board to get kin tagged, please include that in your request)

• super vague character board requests are okay but that does mean you're letting me put what i want in the board, so don't get upset with the outcome. if you want specific stims, please state that :)

• i don't really have a media blacklist except for any nsfw media. i'm a minor, i wouldn't make them either way

• my request rules are not the same as what i put in self-indulgent boards. they will be tagged respectively