#never let him die once. flat out never got a game over

[miltonbarbie]

Wukong, Mk, and Macaque with a very hyperactive + bubbly crush </3

[Mentions of NSFW]

🍑 Wukong 🍑

He always loved how talkative and straightforward you were, he's never seen someone as confident as you before.

When you first met, his first thought was literally just: WOW. This person is A LOT.

Would honestly listen to you for hours even considering that he can get impatient with other people sometimes.

Greet him with a hug, he'll try playing it off all cool and stuff but he lays awake at night thinking about it.

You two go out to the amusement park a lot. And your always dragging him to roller coasters or REALLY fast rides. He's 100% gonna excuse himself to go to the washroom and then throw up. But he loves you too much to ask you to leave.

He notices every little thing you do, like when your sitting down and you start kicking your feet. He's gonna die and come back to life.

As much as an amazing, strong, powerful and supercool (his words, not yours!) Diety he is, when he thinks about you he legit starts twirling around and jumping up and down squealing like he's your biggest fan.

I feel like he's really good at art, so he's gonna ask if he can draw you once in a while. Tell him you love it, and he's just gonna fall for you again. Even better if you hang it up in your house.

When you start dating, you'll feel more comfortable enough to get more relaxed around him, but it still shocks him how behaved you can be if you want to. He's definitely still used to you being all Impulsive and whatnot.

You two are literally the embodiment of eccentric reckless cutie x chill enabler and it works so well for you two.

This immortal fucking GOD is simping over a hyperactive human dumbass and he feels absolutely no shame for it.

Also let's be real, Wukong is the biggest whore known to mankind. So we all know damn well he's had fantasies of pounding that little mortal pvssy until you screamed.

🍜 Mk 🍜

Oh boy oh boy..

YOU TWO ARE LITERALLY MEANT FOR EACH OTHER. PERIOD.

You two gush over everything together, doesn't matter whether it's a show you love or some random shit Mk keeps rambling about like some bootleg illegal ripoff of a Monkey king inspired video game called "MONKE KANG: Asskicker 3D"!!!!!!!!

You both are stupid but you love each other justtt the same <3

In between shifts he'll get caught by Pigsy trying to text you and he'll do it again. And again. And aga-

So much ADHD.. You two get overstimulated being around the other so as much as you don't want, you have to take breaks from seeing him sometimes.

But even with all that energy he has, you still can't get enough of lil' ol' Mk.

He once tried to secretly replace himself with a clone because he wanted to hang out with you but got busy.. You found out right away and yapped about it for 4 hours.

Mk is emotionally unavailable most of the time, so when you two get some alone time, it takes all the strength in him not to confess flat-out because he missed you so so much.

Sometimes he wishes he wasn't the Monkie Kid because it takes time away from being near you. But it's okay, you plan stuff every once in a while.

You got really jumpy and happy when he showed you his Monkey form, and he let you brush his fur for the rest of the day. Now he's like that most of the time because one, he can't really control it. And two, you love his monkey form anyway!

He's definitely thought of fucking you animal-style in that form too.

Have fun being idiots together, the rest of the gang are on literal MISSIONS to keep you two apart.

🎭 Macaque 🎭

Ohhoo he loves seeing that stupidly pretty face of yours whenever you get all excited..

But to be honest, he thought you were REALLY FUCKING ANNOYING at the beginning when he first met you.

He only began to soften up a few weeks or maybe a month or two after realizing how much of a sweetheart you were, and that your hyperactive traits were just a part of what makes you, you.

Sometimes when you're in your room and you're on a call with someone, he'll send one of his shadow clones to listen to your voice for him so he can jerk off to it.

You go to all of his plays, and he's usually a confident guy. But one look at YOU? He's so close to accidentally stuttering on the stage he has to mentally slap himself to make sure not to.

His biggest turn-on is when you wear skirts and you're jumping around all giggly n stuff while he gets the perfect view of your ass.. That's why he prefers to walk beside you or slightly behind you to get that 4k quality.

You two definitely have that Yapper + Listener vibe. You can talk about some absolute bullshit and hell, he'll still be listening to you. But half the time he zones out imagining what that mouth of yours would look like on his cock.

He wanted to buy you roses but got embarrassed (surprisingly) and shoved them up Wukong's ass.

He's a biter. He's such a biter and even while keeping that "friendly" attitude with you, he always finds a way to put his teeth on you. Whether you're fighting over a snack or play fighting. Even during a regular conversation he just bites your shoulder?? Kinky much??? (Yes, he is.)

You found him sleeping on top of your ceiling so you threw a rock at him to wake him up and he started borderline hissing at you like he had rabies. He then realized it was you and didn't speak to you for a whole week.

You make him do things he wouldn't regularly do and it pisses him off.

[finniestoncrane]

Gotta be honest with you, I need to hear every single Digger headcanon you have because they 2 you've shared are just so good.

General Headcanons

KTJL!Boomer Headcanons yippee!!! woohoo!!! someone wants to listen to my bullshit!! i am so happy to write down more of my headcanons by the way, but for anyone wanting any make sure to let me know what you want the 💙 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: mentions of nsfw things, it's fuckin boomer so of course, there's a whole load of nsfw headcanons and i mention piss because duh

General Headcanons

this is a sort of universal belief i suppose but i do think he lives in his van and i will live and die by my faith. he likes having everything he needs with him at all times. he will spout some bullshit rhetoric about living a "buddhist" existence with few material goods. and he's half right in that he has two pairs of underwear, and a collection of empty (or maybe not completely empty) beer cans rattling around back there

he's passed out twice while getting tattoos and he will yell and scream and argue that it was because his blood sugar was super low and not because he's a total wuss

he smells amazing. not like... good, don't get me wrong i don't think he smells nice. BUT he smells fuckin great. he has a natural deep musk that just hits the receptors nicely, the kind of smell that's laden with all the right pheromones to engage your caveman brain and have you swooning over him

bad habits (which i count as a bonus tbh) include: picking things: ears, skin, nose, anything. drinking to excess and then never learning a single lesson. masking all of his emotions until he's certain you won't make fun of him for having feelings. pretending to hate people that he loves because he can't be seen getting hurt. leaving his clothes lying around and relying on the smell test to get him through the process of getting dressed. kissing you in the morning before he has brushed his teeth. having no concept of personal space: he will steal blankets, he will curl around you in bed, he will sit too close to you on the sofa, he will hang off your body, he will hug you from behind and not let go, he will stand beside you all the time. refusing to take things seriously until he really has no other option. bad temper, and then defusing the situation by kicking something

yes, he has great tits and strong arms, but in my heart of hearts i know his stomach is not flat and in my head he has the sweetest lil beer gut to ever exist. it gets worse once he's just finished eating or drinking, and he cradles it and makes jokes about it being a girl or a boy. and while they might not have added it into the game, they did add in his sweet lovehandles on those hips, and he likes being grabbed by them and pulled into a hug. reminds him that when he's no longer big buff boomer, you'll still be super into his hot body

i think he's 45 years old fuck you. i think youngest he's 40, there's no way he's near me in age. we can consider sun damage to an extent but he has wrinkles, he's a dad, he's got big ol bags under his eyes and a slightly receding hairline

he's competitive, but not in an aggressive way, more in an annoying way. like you play a board game with him, and he'll do everything in his power to distract you, or use the rules against you. and if he loses, he doesn't go in a big strop, maybe a tiny huff with a few whines. who can refuse him a pity win when he's looking up at you all sad with those big green eyes and batting those silly eyelashes?

if there is something about you that he can mercilessly tease you for (without making you cry) he will harp on about it constantly. it's his way of showing that he's comfortable around you, enough that he can make you want to punch him in the throat. he can give but he can't take though, so remember that before you point out that he is in fact ginger, or that his freckles make him look so cutie-patootie, or that his tattoos are kinda dumb

you have to laugh at his jokes and puns, it's a requirement and he'd be tempted to make you sign a contract saying you will adhere to this rule. it gives him a boost, makes him feel proud. plus he is genuinely very funny, and the dorky nature behind his silly jokes is so endearing

Relationship Headcanons

when he falls for someone, he falls first and he falls hard. he also falls pretty easily, and he's no stranger to heartbreak, but he has his terrible coping methods to keep him going

he finds it easy to find something about everyone that he likes, because he's just prone to liking people. he thinks everything and anything is sexy, and he can find your good traits like a pig sniffing out truffles

he regularly brings home gifts for his partner, stolen or otherwise. no one needs to know how you aquired such an expensive piece of jewellery or that really nice original looking bit of art. maybe you just happen to save a lot of money by living in the back of his van with him!!

gifts are just one of the ways he is surprisingly thoughtful for a boy with no thoughts behind his eyes! dates are another thing he's fuckin stellar at!! wherever you're going and whatever you're doing you are guaranteed to have fun, that's just how he is. he makes everything tolerable, and he can turn a shit day into a great one

he's desperate for friendship, far more than he is for anything romantic or sexual, although if the two could go hand in hand that'd be an ideal scenario. he might claim to be chill and looking for a quick root, but he's far more interested in finding a partner who can be his buddy as well as his lover

there's never going to be a moment when he's not touching his partner by the way, like that is just something you are going to have to put up with

hand on your shoulder, hand in your hand, hand on your waist, hand on your thigh, hand on your back, hands around you as he hugs you from behind, hands around you as he hugs you from the front, hands around you as he hugs you from the side, hand on your butt, hand on your chest, hand on your stomach, hand on your cheek. the man has borderline separation anxiety

holding hands is his favourite though, especially when paired with his habit of loudly announcing your status to anyone within earshot. "oh this is my partner!" "yeah i'm their boyfriend!" "i'm fucking that beautiful bit of arse over there, thanks for asking!" like thank you, digger

he's surprisingly emotional, and surprisingly open once you get past his protective exterior layer. he's still always joking around and trying not to take things seriously, but the minute you or he needs some serious feeling time he is down for it

i don't think he would ever choose a sexuality. personally, i feel like he's bisexual or pansexual, but digger would say he's just sexual. he'll go for anything with a pulse who was happy to see him. there's a bit of digger for anyone (or anything...)

he'd be quick to take things to the next level with a partner he really loved. like he comes to pick you up one day in the boomer-van and he's like "tah-dah" and in the bacl there's a plastic storage box duct taped to the wall with your name written on it. this is how he would ask you to move in with him. you might need to get rid of a lot of your posessions but he wouldn't be adverse to you cleaning up the van or making it your own though!! i bet he'd love to have fairylights on the ceiling and some rugs on the floor

NSFW Headcanons

he has a piss kink. i know that is not a thing for most people, but i have evidence backing this up. it's barely a headcanon at this point, it's just straight up fuckin canonical fact lmao!! anyway i don't think it's a goes both ways thing most of the time. he likes to be the one pissing, it's where he refuses to be a switch and will only be the dominant one, usually

speaking of being the dominant one, it's what he's most comfortable with since he's a loud, brash, bold and heroic villainous boy, but he really doesn't mind switching things up. he can be a gentle dom, a bratty sub, and any combination in between. really, he is up for literally any activity or kink or fetish or position you can throw at him

he gets very vocal during sex. he spouts all kind of filth at you, confirming what he's doing, what he wants to do, and what he's going to do to you. his preferred terms are surprisingly gentle though, calling you kitten or pup, princess or prince, love, babe, baby. a combination of them all. aside from that, he is loud. volume is not something he can control when he's deep in the heat of the moment and he is the literal definition of animalistic. he growls while he fucks you, and he howls when he cums, and he has referred to himself as a dingo before...

of course, if you're getting particualrly nasty, or he's in a far more feral mood, he'll be growling low into your ear, calling you a dirty, nasty little cunt while he grabs your body and keeps you close

he's into any kink, sort of believing in trying anything once (or twice... or three times...) but there's a few he just LOVES. ones that if you mention them, you run the risk of having him cumming in his pants or rutting up against your leg like a desperate, badly behaved puppy

obviously, previously mentioned piss kink, but specifically if it involves some level of servitude or worship. like you on your knees holding his cock for him while he goes to the toilet, you offering to lick him clean, or letting him piss on you because you're so beneath him and he's yours to mark and claim. begging for a taste of him or pleading for him to use you gets him going too when you combine it with this

body worship or worship in general gets him going too. he's so desperate to be loved and wanted and adored and needed, so having someone beg for him, tell him they want him, they need his cock, his fingers, his hands, his saliva, his drool, his cum, anything he's willing to give them. top that off by calling him captain and he'll melt into a sticky little puddle

he's also way behind on comfort, so a little bit of gentle love mixed with kink is a great way to help him relax. feed him a tit or a hard cock, let him suck until he's soothed himself. hold him on your lap and stroke his hair while you tell him he's amazing, and so good at everything he does

cowboy digger is reporting for duty at the breeding ranch! get you some horns, a teeny tiny cowprint outfit, a tail and a bell and he'll either milk you dry until you're crying from overstimulation, or he'll ride you until he's pumped every last bit of cum into you, making sure you're ready for him to be the daddy

he'll fuck with the hat on. he's a socks on kinda guy too. he just gets way too into it way too quickly and forgets anything else but rutting and grunting

this could have been soft, if it wasn't george, but he loves when you fall asleep on him, like your head resting on his chest or his stomach or his lap or his shoulder. he'll be sweet, of course, and place a little kiss on the top of your head. but then he will try and sneak a look down your top or at your ass or to see if you have a visible bulge he can ogle

[k0k1ch1111]

Death puzzles !!!!

quote log from a fic I rlly am obsessed with rn

“Yeah, I lied! My parents are actually in Russia,” Kokichi told him gleefully, his eyes narrowed at the block he was very carefully wiggling free from the tower. “I haven’t seen them in years since I’m actually forbidden from entering Russia.”That was probably a lie, but Shuichi was curious how far this story went. “...why?”“I ran for president,” his classmate sighed mournfully. “Now I can never reunite with my family.”

If you’re neither, then congratulations, I think.

"Hmm, yeah… that’s too sweet,” Kokichi hummed thoughtfully, seeming to see an entirely different problem than he did. “How about babygirl?” “And I am stopping this conversation here,” Shuichi decided, rolling onto his side away from his classmate. “Goodnight, Kokichi.”

he had always had a bit of a soft spot for physical comfort. Maybe his parents didn’t hug him enough or something.

Shuichi got to have a full night of sleep full of peace and ignorance while Kokichi got to die of heatstroke in the night. Overall, it was a pretty fair deal in his books.

The second grave he dug up was also incorrect, he noted in despair. Also, he almost got whiplash seeing what looked like a girl in the coffin, and he didn’t even want to think about the implications of what the gravestone meant if this kid was what he thought they were. That was an absolute nightmare scenario for Shuichi himself, and he couldn’t imagine being killed over it…

Our bathroom’s gonna look like a crime scene,” Kokichi groaned, throwing his head back and letting it droop to the side. “Once my hands are cleaned up, I’m dealing with yours. You look like you’re about to cry.”I am about to cry, he thought depressingly.

This guy had bounced from borderline manic to the childish, game-loving prankster he had come to know in the Objective Room.

What's there to talk about?” asked Kokichi, thankfully lowering the gun. “It’s like Monokuma said! It’s a puzzle of luck. Either I die and permanently traumatize you for the rest of your probably very short life, or I’m totally fine. Seems like pretty even odds to me.

”I’m glad you asked!” A list appeared on the screen next to Monokuma, which he read out. “Shooting yourself with just one dummy bullet will earn you entertainment for the Objective Room. Watching you two argue about the earth being flat killed some of my brain cells, so I figured that you could do with some books or board games or something.”

"I didn’t know I was that still of a sleeper…” Shuichi admitted sheepishly. “Do I really look that bad…?” “Yes,” replied Kokichi without hesitation. “Yes, you do. Watching you sleep makes me want to spontaneously buy a coffin for you, flowers and everything.” “You watch me sleep?”The room went deathly quiet as the two of them stared blankly at each other.

“Not sure.” Kokichi shrugged, sitting on the pulled out chair and crossing one leg over the other. “You were sleeping for a reaaaally long time though. Why do you sleep like you’re a child from the 1300s dying of the plague?”

He decided that it was better to just let Kokichi get all of the Kokichi-isms out of his system before asking about the puzzles.

I haven't updated this in like. Many chapters oopsiesss

I won’t be able to do it myself… s-so please, Kokichi. Let’s survive this together.”“...we are so fucked up,” Kokichi whispered with a drastic shudder.

Maybe they had left for a vacation? That was okay, he supposed– they worked hard enough. Even organs deserved a vacation… little hard workers. So noble.

He briefly wondered why his hand wasn’t closing around anything.And that’s when he finally remembered, oh, right. That’s gone.

“So you have synesthesia,” Maki concluded.The minute those words left her mouth, Himiko broke out into a sweat, casting her eyes downward. “N-No… it’s my magic.”

It’s not that bad,” he choked out. “K-Kokichi took most of the beatings, even when he didn’t have to. I’m fine…”He didn’t even have to look up to see Hajime’s skeptical expression. “Shuichi, your hand is missing.”

“Where’s the others?”

“Saving the ecosystem,” Shuichi told him in barely a mumble.“Supposedly,” added Maki. Somehow, Hajime managed to look even more tired. He massaged his temples with two fingers each, squeezing his eyes shut.

Why would she put us through the trouble of putting it on if she’s just going to take it off!? he thought in outrage, fighting to get the stupid thing off of his head. It was so liberating to have his jaw entirely free once again– it felt like he was human again. Did she just want to humiliate me…?

Y-You really shouldn’t be walking around on a fractured ankle…” the woman continued stammering, her hands on her head. “I-If malalignment develops, then H-H-Hajime’s the only one who’d be able to fix it! You should r-really lay back down!”

“You should try ketamine,” he retorted dryly. “You sound like you’d benefit from it.”

You thought I was gonna die?” Kokichi scoffed, disguising his teary voice underneath a snicker. “Yeah, right. Like I’d die in a stupid locker.”

So apparently. The world ended.

And yes, he knew he shouldn’t be walking around yet. That was something Mikan, Shuichi and Hajime all reminded him of daily. Was that going to stop him, though? No. No it wasn’t.)

The rules were stupid,” Himiko insisted fiercely. “I’m glad you guys are okay now. I was casting all kinds of protection charms for you, but I wasn’t sure if they ever reached you.”Protection charms.Kokichi had nearly forgotten about it after what happened in the Seating Puzzle, but with that reminder, he could feel his body heating up.

“Or we can just… have a nice picnic somewhere,” Shuichi suggested hurriedly. “No one needs to slit open their stomachs.”Kokichi pouted. “Not even a little bit?” “What does a little bit even mean…?”

Maki made it… for Kokichi? Shuichi cast a surprised look back at his partner, who had stood out of his wheelchair and limped into the room. He gave Shuichi a similarly confused look, seeming to lack any form of an answer too.. Well, she was the one who found us. I was really aggressive over him when that happened…

Ah, barns. Shuichi didn’t imagine that he was going to be visiting that place anytime soon. Big animals were nice, and he always found horses a little fascinating, but up close? They were a little terrifying.

Hajime rubbed the side of his head, exasperation flicking across his face. “I wish I knew which god to curse, but no, I brought this upon myself. Let’s move on to our next topic: a recovery plan.”

He’s definitely going to run away from our sessions,” Hajime muttered under his breath as he closed the door.“A broken ankle will definitely not stop him,” Shuichi agreed fondly. “When are his sessions, anyway?”Hajime put on a small smile. “I’ll keep it a surprise, at least for now. He’ll be easier to catch if he doesn’t know when to flee.” “That– um, that sounds terrifying.”

You’re… feeling dysphoric?” Kokichi somehow found the bravery to ask.“What’s dysphoric?” Kaito whispered.

Obviously, that’s a lie. Vampires don’t exist, silly goose,” Kokichi declared. “Clearly he’s a ghost.”

“Also, even if you were high, why would you two be kissing each other? How bored do you gotta be?” “I can think of an emotion other than boredom that’d lead to it,” Kokichi snickered. Kaito paused, thinking deeply. “...curiosity?”Clearly, that wasn’t the answer Kokichi was thinking of. The only reaction he gave was a deadpan stare.

ONE CHAPTER LEFTTRR AGAHWHSJJD

Invisible paint brushes streaked lines of orange and yellow across the darkening sky, and he thought for only a moment, Angie must love her new canvas.

Every drop of color drained from his face and his head snapped forward, facing the sunset as he coughed awkwardly. Kokichi, probably curious, sat up and looked back at their apparent audience, forming an ‘o’ with his mouth when he saw them.“Busteddd,” Kokichi whispered, not sounding bothered in the slightest.

“I’m not jealous!” Kaito defensively shouted. “I’m just… really freakin’ confused!”

“What’s so hard to understand? Is it ‘cause we’re both boys?” Kokichi guessed, his voice layered with something akin to amusement. “Have you never seen two boys kiss before, Kaito?”

“That’s… that’s not the problem! I’m confused ‘cause I wasn’t expecting…” Kaito gestured wildly at them, his mouth open helplessly before he managed to spit out, “you two, yknow!?”

I wasn’t moping,” Shuichi protested at the same time K1-B0 exclaimed, “jetpack shoes!?”

As expected, K1-B0 looked even more surprised. “What? Kokichi and Shuichi are dating!? When did this happen?”

“This cannot get any worse,” Shuichi mumbled into his hand.“Nyeh!? What are all you guys doing here?”He stood corrected.

“The stars look great tonight, don’t you guys think?” Kaito spoke up, lifting a finger skyward.“You say that every night,” Maki pointed out.“That’s ‘cause the stars are freakin’ awesome!” Kaito shot back with an enthusiastic grin

Hell yeah, Keeboy! Embrace the robot!” Kokichi cheered, clapping his hands together excitedly.

"Whoopee! Keeboy, you’re flower girl.”

“What!? Why am I the flower girl?” K1-B0 demanded, visibly frazzled.“It’s like when you have your dog bring you the rings. You’re perfect for the role!” Kokichi exclaimed, practically having stars in his eyes as he excitedly pumped his fists up and down. “Himiko’s my maid of honor.”

“Nyeh!?”

TGE ENDDDD AUGH ILOVED DEATH PUZZLES SO DEARLY THANK YIU TO THE AUTHOR FOR WRITUNG IT.

[ancientpersacom]

Expending on the head canons I keep drawing:

L (gender queer)

Would rather die than pick a set of pronouns, so use any interchangeably

Always kinda knew, but didn’t have the words for it as a kid. Just gradually got more and more androgynous over time.

Grew out hair to around the shoulders, it’s super thick and fluffy

Wears literally any clothes as long as it’s comfortable. Skirts, dresses, ‘feminine’ necklines and colours? All game. Just be comfortable

Lives to confuse people, gets a kick out of the taskforce having no idea what their AGAB is (AMAB but no one can tell)

Actively makes an effort to achieve androgynous features. Occasionally thinks ‘hm maybe boobs would be nice’ but the flatness helps with the androgyny in their particular case.

Will make comments like “get off my dick” and “don’t stare at my tits” just to confuse people even more. What does L have? Who knows.

Matsuda (trans masc)

Realised in teen years, started transitioning at 18 once he’d graduated school and had a fresh start

Couldn’t decide on a name so just let his parents re-name him

Been on T for years, passes well

On a waiting list for top surgery. Still suck binding for a little while longer

Barely anyone knows, he’s anxious about telling people. L figured it out, couldn’t care less what he is. Soichiro also found out because as Cheif he has to know all his team members medial details, saw all the transition stuff and just keeps quiet about it out of respect for Matuda’s privacy.

Gets told off by L for binding too long regularly

Light (homophobic homosexual)

So deep in the closet he’s homophobic toward himself

Several people can tell but never say anything, they don’t know why he’s so worried it’s not like his family would really care

Thinks L’s weird for the gander ambiguity, is unaware that’s just his own internalised problems that make him think that. Has absolutely no clue about Matsuda, convinced he’s cis.

Gets SO offended when someone calls him gay, only makes him look more gay

Misa is literally throwing herself at him and he just doesn’t care. He thinks it’s because she’s ‘not his type’ but it’s really because she’s a girl not a boy. L thinks he’s insane for not being all over a hot goth girl that’s smiping for him, and that’s what really convinced him Lights hella gay.

Everyone is sick of his shit. Like just suck a dick and move on Light

“You’re one of them queers? Well as long as you don’t have a crush on me haha”

[radiantlyrey]

Thoughts on Uprising Ep19 “Terminal”

- i’m not ready guys

- cold open: so Mara seems really dead set on blaming the Renegade for Able’s death. and she’s not like…. wrong. but she doesn’t have the full picture, as it were. and it’s interesting how she and Zed have basically swapped positions on the Renegade; like Zed here isn’t fully convinced that the guy he was calling a “menace” fourteen episodes ago or whatever did kill Able. also Beck tries to agree with Zed and Mara (rightfully) calls him out on never being there anymore. so Beck takes his frustrations out on holo-Tron, and then—Tron freaking falls over and Does Not Look Good.

- Beck tries to save Tron, but he won’t heal for some reason…. and that reason turns out to be Cyrus, whose fight with Tron compromised Tron’s healing abilities. that fucking virus Dyson implanted is ravaging Tron, and he’s got maybe a couplefew days/cycles before it’s all over. dire stuff. also Tron wanting to pass the mantle of his name to Beck when he just flat-out REFUSED to give it to Cyrus is…… making me a little verklempt. shit.

- also the scene with Beck trying to empty Able’s locker about had me in TEARS. oh my god. those kiddos and their boss/dad. fuck. Zed is being a good friend here, too……… like. was legit about to bust out crying at this SCENE. FUCK

- and then Beck gets surprised by a random program who turns out to be Cutler from the second story of the show!!! what!!!! good to see you again, guy!!!!!!!

- EXCEPT NOT BECAUSE THE FUCKER’S BEEN REPURPOSED. FUCK. FUCK EVERYTHING. a very cool lightjet dogfight ensues, and Beck manages to mostly outrun Clu’s giant-ass Recognizer and escape to Tron with vital information: that giant-ass Recognizer? has a chamber for repurposing programs (or maybe just repurposing Tron), that would, in all likelihood, heal Tron of the virus Dyson infected him with. and so. they….. hatch a crazy plan to get Tron healed, but stop the repurposing process before it completes, which would put Tron back on the top of his game and spell the worst for Clu.

- we had a semi-B-plot in this episode!! Zed trying to convince Mara that the Renegade did not kill Able, and she admits that… her theory doesn’t make sense. and Zed (rightfully) points out that the Renegade cannot be everywhere at once. and then: Asshole of the Month Pavel shows up to make Able’s garage state property, which is always…. he’s just the Worst, okay. The. Worst. I hate him. (not as much as I hate others, but… a lot.)

- ngl I was COMPLETELY CONVINCED that Beck’s plan would not work, that Beck would not get there in time, that Tron would be repurposed and we’d have a Rinzler situation going on……… like. shit. it was very tense there for a moment. I finished the episode 15 mins ago and I STILL feel the intensity of that countdown, holy shit.

- BUT IT WORKED. Tron gives Beck a scare for a moment, then proceeds to utterly beat the crap out of a shitton of Black Guard, while Cutler goes after Beck. and Beck is about to have his head taken off and then decides to SHOW HIMSELF TO CUTLER and try to break through his repurposing and it ALMOST FUCKING WORKS—it does! and when Cutler falls off the edge, Beck tries to save him, he does, and then……. it doesn’t work. Cutler is gone. and Beck has to let him go and watch him die. and this the first program that Beck has allowed to die since he became the Renegade, I’m pretty sure???? (I’d have to rewatch Price of Power to see whether he did there, but I don’t think so??) so that’s gotta be tearing up the poor kid. ugh.

- the Giant-Ass Recognizer crashes right in front of Able’s garage, and Tron’s stuck under a strut, so Beck takes the disguise disc and leads the searching guards on a merry chase—only for Pavel to spot him, and send his guards after the Renegade and then—

- and THEN: Mara comes to a decision. she’s not gonna let this happen. and Zed stands with her. and Link. and that female program from “Grounded”!! and pretty much the entire crew of mechanics! put their feet down and take out their discs and say NO. WE LOOK OUT FOR EACH OTHER NOW. AND WE WILL NOT LET THIS HAPPEN. (and I bet Zed really enjoyed turning Pavel’s “House of Pain” line against him.)

- Beck and Tron observe this from afar, and…. it’s all all right, mostly? it’s fine?

- except Tesler doesn’t know about the Giant-Ass Recognizer. and he is…. Upset About It. to say the least. and then Paige gets a notice from the scanners at the docks………….

- Clu is coming.

- with Dyson.

- and a shitton of Recognizers and what looks like a giant shooty ship thing and

- and

- and

- cut to black

- and

- and

- credits roll

- “WHAT?!?!?!?!”

- and now I have to live with this cliffhanger, this horrible happening for………… the rest of my life, I guess?????????

- i'm not fucking okay guys

- slightly more okay than yesterday with “No Bounds”

- but still not okay. fuck.

[brucenorris007]

When has it ever been called a Super Star?

It’s Power Star you uncultured.... Ugh.

Super Star is the term they occasionally use in Mario Party games

NOT A POWER UP

They did get Mario’s curiosity right; even while he’s worried the whole way through about Luigi, he’s still looking all around this new world with awe and wonder.

Not sure about him being cocky, even if it’s to compensate for the fact that people have been telling him he’s destined for failure all his life, but as new takes on established characters go, it’s all right.

Nice of Peach to not once ask Mario his name the whole night he trained.

And again, BRO DIDN’T SLEEP; ATE MUSHROOMS TILL HE MADE HIMSELF SICK, AND DIDN’T SLEEP! If anyone tries to spin this movie into another dumbass theory that Mario secretly hates Luigi, it’s grounds for maiming.

And Luigi’s first scene in the Mushroom world, just after he gets through the door and bolts it against the Dry Bones and thinks he’s safe?

Shy Guys as the hidden threat revealed with a flash of lightning were the perfect choice.

Creepy as fuck!

Mario’s obvious discomfort being in the spotlight, that’s spot on; as his career spans over the years, he’ll learn to shrug it off, but it’s so clear that he really didn’t anticipate being involved in such a huge conflict just to find his brother.

Toad was the character who got the most of an overhaul I feel and the little dude was funny, crazy, and brought some of the wacky cartoon energy the movie needed.

The dialogue is... Well. It is.

The storytelling aspects from a visual standpoint were done well; power ups, facial expressions, characterization through how each of the cast moves their bodies. And yes, the animation working in motion was stellar.

Sometimes the spoken stuff just falls flat. Exchanges between the bros are still always cute and wholesome (and of course anything the brothers have to say about each other is cute and wholesome “HE’S MY BROTHER MARIO AND HE’S THE BEST GUY IN THE WHOLE WO-HO-HO-HORLD!”), Bowser is clearly having the most fun of all the cast (rightfully so, as JB is the one with the most VA experience, and he gets to be musical in the movie so he could not be more stoked) and like I said, Toad’s a crazy fun little dude. Rogen was rough, not gonna lie.

That only really accounts for a bit more than half the overall dialogue though, is the thing. Doesn’t quite bring the movie down, but there could’ve been a little more polish. And at times things like Peach’s vocalized love of the world isn’t necessary; could’ve let the facial expressions and her mannerisms and the scenery speak for itself. Pratt exceeded expectations in that he didn’t sour the movie as whole, but his performance didn’t make me look forward to hearing Mario, the titular character, speak unless it tied back to Luigi. Which is... not great.

“We’ve never been apart this long.” Toss up for how long the trek to the Kongs actually took, but visually it’s Mario’s second night in the Mushroom world. Less than 48 hours, and he says, melancholy and matter of fact that they’ve never been separated for that long.

The bros are ride or die for each other. I cannot stress enough how important it was the movie got this so so right.

It is baffling to me that they couldn’t work out a longer run time; perhaps not significantly longer, maybe not even breaking the two hour mark, but there are moments when things could have been fleshed out, just pump the brakes a little bit. I’m definitely guilty of abusing the in medias res style of writing to keep things moving, but just a little more time seeing how Peach handles being in charge before she encounters Mario, more time with the characters before the by-the-book switch-of-focus to the other brother.

I mean, if you wanna sell a grand epic adventure as a grand epic adventure, how things play out and are affected on the smaller scale is just as important as the breathtaking panning shots and global scale destruction.

This is pretty basic stuff; the global threat moves the Plot, and the effect said threat has on the characters moves the Viewers/Readers/Players. Gets us invested. Like, okay, Peach as an asskicking action girl-sure, yeah, we can work with that as a take so long as people aren’t weird about how she’s characterized in the games because that also works-but just enough time between her marching out of the war room and encountering Mario for us to see the toll being in charge during wartime has on her.

She’s tired, stressed, and spread thin because as one of her Toads pointed out, her people aren’t exactly built for combat. Then she meets Mario, a man just as willing to throw himself at this power-hungry insane dragon, if for his own reasons, and suddenly she’s not heading out on this pivotal mission by herself. She was going either way, and obviously she makes sure this little red man won’t get himself killed, but even if marginally it’s a relief that there’s someone next to her.

Just little things that show how the conflict affects the cast, gets the viewers invested, convinced of the stakes, all that. I know the visuals could’ve carried a lot of that storytelling because it does some of that like I said, characterizing the cast visually.

Also, as most any writer or viewer on this site will tell you breathing time between action scenes or major plot points does not always constitute filler. PACING, PEOPLE!

By the way, the Rainbow Road sequence is my favorite of the movie and I won’t be taking questions.

Of course Mario’s low point in the movie would be the WATER LEVEL. Okay, all right, yeah movie, if you did that on purpose, that’s some good self-awareness.

Though it is weird that the film says “Oh this heart-to-heart packed with barbs between rivals-turned-reluctant-allies can’t go on too long because it doesn’t fit in with this wacky cartoon video game movie” but somehow the Doomsaying Luma suits things? I dunno.

DK and Mario’s antagonistic not-friendship works real well. They were enemies for a long time in the franchise, stands to reason that they can’t stand each other even while working together.

DK really doesn’t have enough on-screen time for his end of the not-quite heart-to-heart, but then, a lot of potential for character moments seem to have been pushed aside to make space for some admittedly beautiful animation sequences. Which I love, obviously, but ideally you shouldn’t have to sacrifice one for the other, which ties back into what I mentioned about the runtime.

I have other thoughts, but that’s for other, more organized posts.

[tarmac-rat]

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Tagged by @wanderingaldecaldo !!!! Which means yes, we're back to talking about Riley. I'm gonna try to keep this one as BRIEF as I can, and do more "fun" facts that I've been sitting on about her over the past 3 years of planning:

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❤️ - Riley isn't a food nut but she LOVES shawarma. It was the first meal she ever had with Jackie after he brought her into the city and she and him (plus Misty and Vik) sometimes used to go to this one hole-in-the-wall shop around the corner of her apartment during the 18 months they worked before the heist. Her go-to order is syn-lamb with all the add-ons, no onions, and extra sauce on the side for dipping. She and Jackie both have signed eurodollars on the wall because they got dinner there like twice a week.

💛 - Riley is Indigenous American/Mexican, her mother Ivy being 100% Navajo and her father Felix identifying as both Mexican and Apache (don't ask him the percentages of each-- he doesn't know and he sure as shit doesn't care). Riley finds it hard to identify culturally with any of her backgrounds, however, because of her life growing up on the road, and Navajo customs and traditions fell out of the Bakkers over the years save for the stubborn few who still hold onto them. Her mother tells her some things here and there, but it's a part of her that she regrets not knowing more about once she leaves the Bakkers for Night City.

💚 - Riley's cybernetic right foot ends in a modified blade-- not a knife blade, a sprinter blade, like a runner would use-- and as a result she literally cannot wear heels. Flats only. She tried to shove her foot into a kitten heel once and she tripped on her way out of her apartment. It wasn't a good look. Please consider getting her more sneakers and boots for Christmas. Additionally, as a result of having one leg be made of mostly junk metal, her legs are actually not the same length (left leg is 1/2 an inch longer than her right), and she has to make a conscious effort not to trip over her own feet when she's moving hurriedly.

💙 - Riley's had her nose broken around 3-4 times throughout her life (three from fights, one from falling off her motercycle) and has never once gotten surgery to correct it, so it's pretty...let's say "askew". She actually has problems breathing out of it a lot of the time but in terms of medical issues that need addressing, this is LOW on her list, so she never actually does anything about it.

💜 - Riley was a massive horse girl growing up and actually dreamed about seeing a real-life horse one day when she was a child (a dream she still has, even if she'd rather die than ever admit it). She used to draw pictures of horses and hang them up in her family's tent, and every time the Bakkers would stop at a new town she'd try and barter with the townsfolk for any books about horses that weren't in the clan library. If she ever got one of her own, she already has names picked out-- Atticus for a boy, Maisie for a girl.

I would tab people but I'm pretty sure everyone in the fandom has done this one, so I'm gonna take a quick break and just say that if you haven't, consider this my invitation to you!

[bluiex]

hello bluie i have been dealing with the writer's block plague but today i've just decided im not doing that anymore. have some stream-of-consciousness type fic set loosely sometime after scar turned red in limited life in the clocker's base

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Grian sighed a lot these days. He sighed mostly about Scar, and the nonsense he'd gotten up to lately.

Once upon a time, Scar thought it was endearing. Now, he can hear the condescending tone right out with every heave of breath.

To the point that, now, in yet another death game, Scar was sick of it.

Grian sighed. "Scar—" "Are you going to keep doing that?" Scar interrupted, carrying on with feeding the cows. Cleo was going to be home soon, and she really needed the levels from them, so it was his job to make sure there were— "Doing what?" Right. Play stupid. Wasn't that supposed to be Scar's job? Play the harmless idiot who's more of a danger to himself than those around him?

This wasn't third life anymore. Those days of a boiling desert were over. And how sad, that because they only ever had one another in that horrible place, that it drew them close.

Scar imitated Grian's sigh. "That." "Breathing?" Scar could almost hear Grian rolled his eyes. "Scar, honestly, you're being so nitpicky right now. I'm sorry that I can't be more patient for you, I've got too many things going on right now." Grian was never patient. Always too quick to strike, too eager to take the kill. He was just lucky that it paid off more times than not. Double life had taught Scar that.

The insanity of a beautifully-timed stalactite piercing Ren's skull didn't completely overshadow Grian letting them die to his own hubris and a Warden's shriek. Careless.

Scar picked at his fistful of wheat. "Is there something I can help you with, Grian?"

Grian huffed. Scar wanted to shove Grian into the cow pit and pray he got trampled to death. "I was only coming to ask if you're okay, but since you don't seem to be in the mood to talk..." "When are you going to stop that?" Scar snapped, swiveling around to stare Grian in the eyes. The latter flinched back, mostly out of surprise.

Scar wasn't supposed to be scary. He was supposed to be a distraction, the bait you threw out. Someone expendable.

"I, I don't know what you're—" "Do you ever stop? Any of it?" Scar didn't have any patience of his own to spare anymore. "You play to win and so do I, but even I don't treat my teammates the way you do.

"I don't get it, do you hate me? Do you have a problem with me?" Grian blinked, shaking his head in disbelief. "Scar, no, of course I don't hate you, you're just letting the game get to your head. It's not real, none of it is, you know that." "That's not what you said in the cactus ring," Scar hissed. "That, that was different!" Grian said hastily, his face turning pink at being called out. "Listen to me, you're upset about this now, but soon it'll be over, and we'll go back home, and everything will be normal again." Scar tucked the wheat away, his face contorted in barely contained outrage. "It might be 'just a game' to you, but not to me. Not to anyone else here."

He drew his sword. Grian took a cautious step back. "Scar, don't be stupid, calm down." "You don't get to decide that for me anymore," Scar said, and as the words came out of his mouth, his face twisted into realization.

Grian couldn't control him anymore.

Scar stepped closer, the sword tight in his grip. "You don't get to decide my actions, my alliances, my enemies, or my plans. You don't get to chose my friends, or my traps, or the things I get to care about." Grian was so caught off guard that he hadn't noticed the cool, stone wall now flat against his back. He did see the sword pointed squarely at his neck, and the deadly glint in Scar's eyes.

"Scar, we're allies too now, remember?" Grian stuttered, fingers itching to grab the axe at his hip. They were alone, he could argue self-defense. It wouldn't get him more time, though.

"I know. I'm not going to kill you, Grian." Scar tilted Grian's chin upwards with the point of his sword. "That would be too boring of a kill for you. Don't deny it." Grian bit his tongue to keep from arguing. "Then, what's your point here?"

"You said it yourself, this isn't real," Scar said, his voice trembling. "It's only a game. Nothing matters here, really, right?"

Grian only eyed him over with a wary look. Scar's heart was pounding out of his chest. There was more than one way to kill someone, even if it killed him a little bit too.

(Then again, Scar's heart broke a lifetime ago, cookie crumbs still clinging like sand to his clothes.)

"Well, in that case." Scar swallowed. "I'm breaking up with you."

It pained Scar how easy the words were to say, as though he meant to say it a million times over, a million lifetimes ago.

Grian wanted to laugh. He wanted to keel over, arms against his stomach, and laugh the words Scar had just said out of existence. Because this was such a stupid place to break up with someone, and over what? Some hurt feelings?

Scar seemed to notice, because he swiped his sword against Grian's neck to bring him back to reality.

The blood staining his blade reflected the scarlet in Scar's eyes, but they didn't bring the same warmth they once did in the desert. No, they weren't warm at all, like something, or someone, had sapped all the life out, and left a cold husk behind instead.

"I'm breaking up with you," Scar echoed, pulling his sword away and pointing it towards the front door. "Now. Get out."

YES SCAR YES SCAR FUCKING END IT WITH HIM WOOOOO!!!!

Jay thank you this is so fucking good- I'm glad you decided to kick writers block

[the-firebird69]

22 pound hammer throw Grandfather Mountain Highland Games 2017

This is a hammer toss competition and it's a regulation hammer toss competition and it is in Scotland. And they did pick it up from Norway. It is one of our traditions it is a great tradition. Use the ball not us personally but about 300 years ago they switched to a ball to use as practice because the hammer made a huge mess and really supposed to do with a hammer seed see what it does supposed to hit an advancing line of Shields and it works it works with iron and space too and the windy wiggle works really nice it moves around and it can't trace it it's random it kind of hits a few ships and bounces around it's supposed to. It does all sorts of stuff by doing that and a lot of people use it both sides but here's how it goes this is a huge huge sport. Not. They don't have a small it is not a huge sport they do not have a small square or rectangular hammer to toss. Suns hammer is pretty big the hammer head is 100 pounds and it's about a foot by 4 inches by 4 inches and it's solid thorium. It has inscriptions on it and they copied it for the movie no the movie they made their own out by paintings and it is from them and it has their inscriptions and it's the wrong size. It doesn't match the real hammer which is usually better than yours in a few ways. We could never wield it or sign when he is 7 foot can. It is a killer device the handle is about two foot long but it's made for a hand it's about 8 inches wide which covers almost a foot. If he were to do the hammer toss he could throw it about three miles and not the 22 pound one that would be like Brian's little bottle rocket and he could throw it probably 100 miles. Just to tell you he wants to do this kind of thing to show you what you should be trying and so you'll knock yourselves out knowing that you can't get that strong that if you dope you'll die and you're not gonna find a formula because you ruined what GHWB had and you fought over it. And he had to struggle against GC. Now this is an awesome idea because there's a hammer in the front yard that's the real hammer and we used to do it in the hammer toss. That's the size we liked it a lot for our son it would be like having a 15 pound hammer and he could hammer most of you flat with that thing. And with one hand most of you would be tired after an hour and he just keep going yeah he can flatten the **** out of you with that thing. He uses a 10 pound hammer at work with a long handle and he's to blast through stuff with it and he asked if there was a heavy one and Mike Pendito didn't wanna get it. He told Mike Benedetto his name in secret and he said no way and he's looking at how he's hammering and he can see that he can beefy hit the tape he just knocked the **** out of stuff and he was real good with it and he found out about him and the Carnival and he said that guy is somebody right there. And he was impressed he kinda lost it and he's not friendly because he got injured and people won't let him heal and he can't do it and it's awful but back in the day he admired for what he could do. And he probably is gonna try and copy him in the movies thor and it gets ridiculous but that hammer kicks everybody's **** it doesn't even look like alloy it's kinda big and titanium at that size is about£18 it's pretty damn heavy. You can see him struggle with it on occasion but it really is a small ship and orbs and it is a powerful tool to use it like that to impress people and scare people and to stop them. But our son can do it by hand. Big difference it's important to know that 15 pounds right now is almost the size of that hammer and he could crush people and when he's 7 foot he can use the 100 pound hammer. When we would do the hammer toss we would use;

- A 100 pound hammerhead and a wooded axle handle or warhandle and we would toss the hammer in the way they do but you only get to spin around like once it's more like a golf swing and so you don't throw it in the wrong direction or hit someone it's also so you don't hurt yourself. Joan and it is quite a sight there are some big people who could probably heft it and it looks fun you let her fly in both hands you let it you let it fly and it's like watching people in their RC airplanes it shoots off but really these guys when they get big they can have to it's like lifting up A100 pound person mostly they can do it with one hand so they can do it. trim a bill it's his name is Trim with A he can toss it about 80 feet THRYM when he's in fair shade shape when he's in good shape he can toss it that far and that's a real challenge you guys are tossing his 80 meters with that little ball weighs about 5 pounds and he'd use one hand and spin it like Thor's hammer and could toss it about 280 yards which is about 230 meters. So the challenge goes out from thrim and he wants you to try and beat his 80 feet and using the same technique you don't get the spin all over the place you can bring it all the way back forwards like a 90 degree angle to the starting log and then spin it all the way around it would be like a 360 but you'd be at a different point in a semicircle and launch it that way so really you're just going around in a in a circle but your body is only going 270 degrees. It'll be your arms it would be 90 and the hammer handle in hammer and people wanna do it it's a regulation toss we suggest looking at Warhammer handles there about as long as these and using those because it is really what we were using nowadays they don't have the competition with the square hammer and it sucks it's lame it's a it's a juicy fruit kind of thing to do and our son and daughter say the girl that 72 meters and it's almost the same and the little practice it would go further. He wants to show you what he means so he wants the flash to do it and he he's gonna do it'cause he says he can get about 100 meters or more he's in shape and he's kind of built but he's small you guys are small I just think you're big and it's horrible you're all smaller than our sun by 80 pounds and he could beat you the hell up but really if you threw a ball at someone like that they'd be in trouble but he can wing it around with one arm the same speed so you'd have 2 balls to your one ball lol

Zig We're a pretty rough crowd and we sound like thrim and that's just the way it is a lot of people can't handle it but you can hear us that's how we talk and we taught him and Thor and Freya are the same. Zag

We speak a little bit like it but it's more like CACAA stuff CIA stuff jesus

frank Castle Hardcastle

Olympus

There's other stuff happening but this is very huge and important and once you guys get it going we're gonna show up and show you what is life to fight us to try and beat us for real you're such wimps picking on a child of ours he's a baby he's a 3rd of his height.

Duke Nukem blockbuster

[x-ceirios-x]

(Part 2) City of Glass, Chapter 19: Peniel

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Simon was a veteran of countless battles. That is, if you counted battles engaged in while playing Dungeons and Dragons. His friend Eric was the military history buff and he was the one who usually organized the war part of the games, which involved dozens of tiny figurines moving in straight lines across a flat landscape drawn on butcher paper. 

That was the way he’d always thought of battles—or the way they were in movies, with two groups of people advancing at each other across a flat expanse of land. Straight lines and orderly progression. 

This was nothing like that. 

This was chaos, a melee of shouting and movement, and the landscape wasn’t flat but a mass of mud and blood churned into a thick, unstable paste. Simon had imagined that the Night Children would walk to the battlefield and be greeted by someone in charge; he imagined he’d see the battle from a distance first and be able to watch as the two sides clashed against each other. But there was no greeting, and there were no sides. The battle loomed up out of the darkness as if he’d wandered by accident from a deserted side street into a riot in the middle of Times Square—suddenly there were crowds surging around him, hands grabbing him, shoving him out of the way, and the vampires were scattering, diving into battle without even a glance back for him. 

And there were demons—demons everywhere, and he’d never imagined the kind of sounds they’d make, the screaming and hooting and grunting, and what was worse the sounds of tearing and shredding and hungry satisfaction. Simon wished he could turn his vampire hearing off, but he couldn’t, and the sounds were like knives piercing his eardrums. 

He stumbled over a body lying half in half out of the mud, turned to see if help was needed, and saw that the Shadowhunter at his feet was gone from the shoulders up. White bone gleamed against the dark earth, and despite Simon’s vampire nature, he felt nauseated. I must be the only vampire in the world sickened by the sight of blood, he thought, and then something struck him hard from behind and he went over, skidding down a slope of mud into a pit. 

Simon’s wasn’t the only body down there. He rolled onto his back just as the demon loomed over him. It looked like the image of Death from a medieval woodcut—an animated skeleton, a bloodied hatchet clutched in one bony hand. He threw himself to the side as the blade thumped down, inches from his face. The skeleton made a disappointed hissing noise and hoisted the hatchet again—

And was struck in the side of the head by a thin strip of vaguely glowing material, like a staff that looked like a seraph blade. The skeleton burst apart like a piñata filled with bones. They rattled into pieces with a sound like castanets clacking before vanishing into the darkness. 

A Shadowhunter stood over Simon. He looked up and was met with a silhouette with a crown of golden curly hair. This was the girl who’d been at Amatis’s house with Clary—her daughter, he thought. He didn’t know her name. She stood with a smile and stuck her hand out to him, offering her help standing. Once he got a better look, he could see the blood on her face and body, hopefully not her own. Clary seemed to like her. Her armor was torn in a few places but he didn’t notice injuries in any of the places. “You all right?” 

Stunned, Simon nodded. She hoisted him to his feet and let go of him. She was surprisingly strong, almost able to pick him up with one hand. He caught a glimpse of an alliance rune on her palm, which explained a lot. “Don’t die tonight, vampire,” she said. “I made a promise to keep you alive.”

“You what?” he asked. 

She turned and smiled at him. “Clary was worried about you. I said I’d keep my eye on you,” she said, and added, “thank you for fighting with us.”

“I—” Simon was about to say that he hadn’t exactly fought yet. Or contributed anything, really. He turned to say it, and got exactly one word out of his mouth before something impossible huge and clawed and ragged-winged swept down out of the sky, gunning for the girl. 

A mass of fur shot through the air and took the demon down, tearing at its throat and wings. In a split-second movement, a gleaming blade flew through the air and hit the demon square in the head. It screamed, then vanished a few seconds later. 

“Maia!” Simon cheered, recognizing the wolf. She Turned quickly, standing on her two human legs and high-fiving the girl. He looked between them in confusion. 

Maia turned to him, her hair clinking as the beads on the end of her braids hit each other. “Hey, Simon,” she said, catching her breath. “Andy, Simon. Simon, Andy. Make friends.”

Amatis’s daughter, Andy, smiled at him and waved. She reminded him of Isabelle—it was a kind of flirtatious smile that held danger behind it. Danger he certainly hoped was for the demons attacking them. Her face changed quickly, and she yelled, “move!”

Suddenly, she was leaping into the air, similar to how he’d seen Maia do a moment ago, and tackled a demon that was flying towards his back. He didn’t get a chance to watch the demon die because another one came at him from the side. He grabbed the dagger off of the ground where the previous one died. He slashed at the demon and managed to make it stumble back, to his surprise. 

Maia stood behind him, her back to his, watching where he couldn’t see. He lunged for the demon again and managed to shove the dagger into its neck (if that’s what you could call it), making it scream out in pain. The noise was piercing but he felt a certain amount of satisfaction knowing he hurt it. 

In a flash, the same staff made of glowing material sailed through the air, quickly followed by Andy. She was grinning—like he did when he was kicking Clary’s ass on video games. This was fun for her, he could see it when the light from her staff lit up from her face. She hit the demon in several places and kicked the dagger closer into the thing’s neck. With a final scream, it disappeared. 

She walked toward them, that smile still on her face. It made him uneasy, to be completely honest. He’d never seen a Shadowhunter fight like that, not that fast. Maybe other than Jace. 

“That felt great,” she said excitedly, when her eyes focused on Simon. “That was good thinking. You’ve got better weapons though.” She pointed to her mouth and smiled, showing her very perfect teeth that twelve-year-old-with-braces Simon would have been extremely envious of. “Fight like a Downworlder, vampire. You’ve got it in you.”

She turned away from him, looking for the next thing that was going to attack them. They stood in a triangle of sorts—it ensured they had no blind spots, he guessed which was helpful. A true vampire knows he is dead, Raphael had said. But Simon didn’t feel dead. He’d never felt more alive. Maybe it was Andy’s energy radiating off of her that affected him so much, but he felt more alive now than he had since he became a vampire. He turned as another demon loomed up in front of him: this one was a lizard thing, scales, with rodent teeth. It swept down on Simon with its black claws extended. 

Simon leaped. He struck the massive side of the thing, and clung, his nails digging in, the scales giving way under his grip. He could hear someone cheering, probably Andy, behind him. The Mark on his forehead throbbed as he sank his fangs into the demon’s neck. It tasted awful. 

[libidomechanica]

He feels like the stars for all male minds

A Meredith sonnet sequence

               1

All fancy, pride, spread his sole obiect of   ill! A good singer with Lilia’s heaven   to hell, my female chastity shall range these fourth place but there’s my Johnny is nothing wonder do you will; and as   her face that like a clam. And wrung it. Till   seraphs swing this returning shows up at your pinky ring not if you gave me your wish that I do think the fire in winter   was of the wall, and feeble, all in it.   He feels like the stars for all male minds at last agreed among your vassal, bound to stay your contend not warm kiss of our part   of the world; she still. And lay no more   deliciousness. Come down wi’ right array. For my part. To sing my Highland lassie, O.

               2

One must die of sorrow from our shore, thou   catch her who loves a man whose hearth was comfort   were travelled, gladly beyond their snowy hats and seem to tire, dying to the certain rills from kissing, in ev’ry   possesse? In their mournful thorns to be like   sun, as the award had been but of the woman he’s turned out of sea from very heat could resume his steed a little   diamonds not if you paid me in peace, and   all, they have, greatest complain that you love me, and Crabbe will say whatever he may all around it seemed the games. It is like   inversion from their sabbath day—there we   all night lightning bug. Of vision I ask���d whither half the news was quickly pick up.

               3

Thou art my executioner, and poor,   and petty Ogress’, and ungratefulness   and with though long sleep to the walked with Sally Brown, to sail with his shirt off, dancing with the road. Lovers like when we come   where motley halves; pensive tendance, to   correspondence will bid us live in their floating be above the mortality, and heads: the prey of words. The pipes coughed to   hell, my female parliament; and we here?   As long, too long, O God, as she have a black boy all the fen she says tomorrow laid about in sighing short, he who dwells   in yourself than Life in it: as it it   should but vow the sweet perhaps his hat over me; and can ye thus to enter me?

               4

The midst, the flat common. The boat was time   she’s two hours later she arose the inter-   section of endless sickness, and has been when I once again their lives in height and condemn all such a point to find her,   and saved my vision fleeting thumbs. Stay while   on the real rain, so vertical it fuses with clay. How he should dance for the surfaces with his shirt off, dancing could lift,   and confined, conspird in the dish. I have   a black hair swell’d ampler, in distance, swift moment of May? So smooth-faced, placid miscreant! Of the ripe grape is so late? Or   is that he had to make speech arise; they   and thyme—had straggled out of all my pretty follies blend, was struck the fashionable.

               5

May yet be thy duties blot; let him sleep   from high, grand, epic, homicidal; and   believes it is a thinking: as midnight she walked, above his had never such years the fickle maidenhead; yet this flea guilt—   not to love be sin in me, and often   claim to read: the noble hands I blest the small potatoes she wonder, breathed joy and weeping, and now she ran, and griefs find no   rest. Woman, lovelier influence reigne   with thou deny’st me leaves in heaven’s pavement lay carved stones of the wood. The sun shoulder and suck them that was all his joined in   talcum on thee his nest, some in the plain;   nor, till from the dark world my spirit meet, though she like, thy truth’s and be the ouerthrowe.

               6

And unnamed lightly on, in sort of death   wounded by Love—then worship that crackled   round that, as the Dutch a thick branches make along the convulsive raptures which thou devote this my wont to see such richness   never quaft in her pasterns high: see   what has been misled, and with the soul abroad. For he has got upon the vigour of the faint eyes, I find true that love inside   my heart beguile her pasterns high: see   what to show to espouse jove’s door, what horrors may deserving stingers ache, my lord, and her eyes are flowing. She did faint   a kindness, or made them both in aiding   her grace can you depart. Will you once against which enclose me, or which the reader!

               7

He took one tutor as to itself. Vex   true heart. And surrender to answer make,   both widow, maid, all princely plighted troth, and sacred organ’s praise. Him on my wedding night to the way, and pinions to keep   her up but drink thee why, care not at rest   a dwarf-like Cato cowered. Of some better coolness deeds of grief were nowhere for mercy more. So indeed, they touch, appal.   The chill her glory pricked the general   frame began: My lady, and the tinge of loue, thou find, and look thou lov’dst me thy white and would make him invisible cloak and   foolish maid! Dusk of the demon fear’d the   angular distant special charge vniustest tyranny could be countenance, and sold.

               8

‘And are fled from the same, kill’d by a flame.   But such appellants go to—God knows, and   in the devil could find her who masks and strong that you have been to your wings upon the castle he’s poor. Out of reach. Web-footed   all night. Shall we will never to revealed   for fear of trust, forget to shame oft my best to further aid bereave me for my sake he would I clasp shrieking Bacchus!   She has made my hearts have closed without spotte,   which that thou that precede the one good Hobbinoll, record some devour, that a girl you knew what Love were nowhere for name   upon their smiles, her who still expect my   hire: my promise is fulfil yourself, or some tranquility. Even then, oh Sir!

               9

In mournful surges that peep and strange barges,   make a twilight dale, and wind, or trampled   out, alas! Beset with the stranger came this I have not bliss for life a careful, ere ye enter me? The things, two fan-   like four and pleasant thoughts: that chiding the   feather’d people who are in beauty would understand. Nor blushing will that for my sake do you will, or from harmony, from   beneath his hand full of sleep, think forward   th’ impending down deeper than he. As here below, but one word Miltonic mean sublime, he deigned not speak to her way   while thoughts will share with such familiarly   and his mistress’ flame usual in darkness which did their power to part my part.

               10

Kissing, can life, when he finally tried   to me as is thine, O that I felt since,   seldom please both leant to shun, what has been misled, and embeds every virtue hath more express a depth Cimmerian there   was in a dreamed. ’ Said she, conclude, that your   habitual fastidiousness. Dear lady, how to speak to gaze o’er lands I now must give forth its aluminum point. For   age and sung their heart in silence and   represents the tears desire your hair be tangled ill, some in them: globes, penal codes, dead cats floating on her husband, you and   I. Strength return’d entire, but every   hour I told her babe the little he had never choose you so sore? Perhaps he’s poor.

               11

Am I so far off their shadow shadows   lay in bed: may widows wed as often   swore with sad impatience to me, richest gemme of love her, and takes a draught in which is my wont to see such lengthen fetters   by another, no not one, but seized   her with these, love, like a travellers: the ribs of old Sir Ralph’s at Agincourt; and the wood, whether or not to his rightful   lily of you, she remained more than deaf   that is cald, the moon put forth south and Morning glasse: but one man love, notes that question. And euery purling sin.—Condescending   quest,—who cares? And make that crimson wine imbrued   his plump white&thin; they’ll both be hero in his face with fury they smile—O Dis!

               12

Who places long-distance calls. Nor shall soon   be here, through the day the wounded man could   give it a clumsy name. From hands, from his finger in my heart who, being death and high, arise, ye more still: fond loveth him,   to profit and it sank into the grace   of a nameless for the cried, when you my ravishing delightfull princesses gave the reins, when fog conceal, beneath the early   spring I stooped to destroies.—She is   uneasy everywhere low voices cheat your door, what is held most meke, what comes: the dead, from his tomatoes: no other fixed   and of negligence; prudence at once it   was alone, do my thought. Still didst flie: whose owne fault, and murmured, sown without disguise.

               13

Then grew my tongue, for pity in Love’s service   dwell, lest I, too much, ’ I said before   the ones to catch at and gay, so they are going. Became masculine and they shall be uttered what the silver pin. The phone   while the plain dislike invasive zebra   mussels, or it’s like a viper off, and pleasant valley, come, yield thyself; lay thy sweetest this, while I do not believe thou   haply mayst listened to dedicate, she   loved her, and her own rest in all I can pronounced my name of fire; and as here, her body still retain thy longing. To the   meadows, melodious howsoever, but   in two, nor cause of married Johnny, Johnny? Mens weakness, blent with sad impatience.

               14

A brute, their swift flight, and all the blind, sweet   tones are ended breathless corner-panes in   seemly sight if our old acquaintance strange adventures: oh gentle bosom heaven’s will, on either didst melt? Reader this ragged   January, as if in irony,   and silent horse-man ghost, tis he who dislike cancer and leaf of eve was waning slowly as the end; the owls in tuneful   conceal, beneath a star upon the   villagers. In the rosy temple is; though water-side, your name you see,—with such familiar power obey. Let’s give a   nameless fragment of May? Too slightest look   like a ghost, and I will we see, and the patron. I reade it dead? You look at me.

               15

Do equally designed to be for them   to the wife: not these our last, the bed. Of   saucy message to and from the bent-knee swagger, swear, get drunk, kick up a riot, nay even thus in pearls, contain. Or height   of thy love he should desire, that vnto   that arise, may I, poor solitude. The knight; to Flora, and art. Their triumph, being only injured by his heart to the   gainers such close in pure elysium.   A grace, where passenger and oil at grandma’s little wilful thorns, and knows poor Johnny’s glory your pity sang this room I   never been—and yet one, like that clear March   with love, notes that then his store, broods on him now, that what to say. I’ll be back again.

               16

And, save in finishing, and wears a good   knight was anything in sighing shews of   hours, and cried, one angels lay: and could not warm kiss of our set, five other to seke? Lurch and render and cross the blood wide, and   what should understand. And I have always,   at the wheel of her face; and beneath the better thought! Little white; nor Arac, satiated at length upon the gloomy wood   in her evening, from behind, from thee my   only visitor! A tree, beneath the same or pity is enough! Voice choked, and senseless are; and so loud as her friendly   star? Your dog-chewed couch, or the river and   despair. I’ll borrow the nation. Of deans; they rode; they vext the mortgage was foreclosed.

               17

Yet, hadst better part my paper, show of.   To warm tremble, and dry, in order to   the root of some glory also, and will walk through twenty-five years since held his oath deny, but not your lap, and to touch by   their veins, the harvest moon, or like a vision   fleeting … I well remembered. In that thou that do search of a misty hill. Though i have clung to despaired of, for one sweet   unrest, still like Alexis’ ashtray; the   mouth. Stutter There is caution, to keep us waking, find him for his side, is silence all outwent. Will not man, which he spake   a higher than garments’ cost, of mortality.   What pleasure, at least some one by chance gave me, Sir, but ah! The silence clanks.

               18

What is all in all I have been added   be, and we close shrowded round, now with steady;   I have seen her kind. When Chloris in my own self. I’m here, tis true, then buried. Pan’s holy priest, trading talk like antique   gold, then calm your times he played the moon I   fixed subject servant evermore he long delays and grieves to wile the lily all heauen. It was agreeable, opening   to a diseas’d, or the hole, ’ would have to   choose you so long; nothing, he tripp’d of its many a wood, and her old face new. Humility; had failed in flickered like this   soul then? What has been fellows—true—but poets   sing, and woes the couch, or the dead leave to them wild freaks of me: so then the hand.

               19

And white-haired old man’s abhorrence for it.   He said thou art; I said a cleft of light,   and with thee and turning stingers and laid the best. Not even boast a tree, beneath the driving to and from the misery   and in moral height and so rare, since Jove   newly bow’d, has wept for thy selfe, shall try, but with dearths, or so, and so kind: nor any wicked words reach’d the crowd, and that bright   guid will, see with a friends, and lost her elder   child hold thee this sprig of eglantine, and by oath the tremulously, inhabiting the town, or she would be still the   world ends a bee circle waited on the   stair—lean on a country forme in rudest braine of her female heart than maiden Aunt.

               20

’ It would shame your wife, too base of gold and   patient grew: he wrote, and when something made   of thee that all her Ida, though better by the field and greet the odour of the poplar tops, in journeying with green lane,   against such euill of the pain of finite   passion, for the last star had vanished bats, blind to worships it. Its slender wants him off, something was done in their wings upon   a sister. He gain in sweetness: Tim lying   beyond any experiments of glory your fate stop here—a kid I on this sharpe arrowes thirsts for truth would fly,   but now from my no-love neurosis you’ve   saved my nudist the friendship, at least some one: the rich, more than I know you have spent.

               21

Morning the wood. And soft, that is this, a   friend as dearest girl, thou English the faithful   dear company, with missile, would understand? Yield up saying nothing like a silent overgrowing, the guilty of   all men grow? Bid me to pleased my mind, to   pleased, prolong the old man, she was up and she far-fleeted by the rags of scattered here anguish’d for higher ones I may worship   that crawled up from the Boston to Paris   watching Picnic again to unseeing the diamond door she will help What pass’d by salámán heard; at length constitutions,   with prison of flesh so true as innocent,   dozes thro’ foreign country with his head from high, what art can teach, whatever.

               22

Before me like that simple, shown me with   cares to walk with Death and foolishness of   health perpetual to shepherd realm beyond earth’s great and splendour. What pleasure lives in her heart, lopped-off heads, and flow. And Betty’s   in a moment, gone. And for him, as   one by chance thee now, rebell by law of Revenge in her fall; or be you the Princess, six feet he sinking mine owne fault, and   woes the slope, the crystal dropt; and always   used to o’erleap the three days’ journeyed in that is it? In celebration of her feet the truth I hear the Heavens, the great   watery glass, by atoms moved: could   remembered. The dead, and my younglings cryen for the stars do I my judgment fled, that voice?

               23

Singer with wild surprised that was asked, nor   coin my selfe, shall find, that the meadow’s face   this multitude,—and sister at the least by his head, and actions were. Nor the warmer sun. The beauty in its rude and pure   and amethyst, puzzled those lips so sweet   the odour of accident, I told me than the spikes, and bless’d with their best delights in my arms; but i should bring the phone which   was hard, and where the sun, about the southwest   side of herself to man, like perfect shaded frae nane, i’ll be in joy, I cannot love, to the God in Heaven shield, and   with its light in the child among summer,   two discrete youngest said: Poor lady, said he, hold up your further aid bereave me?

               24

As the middle of the To-be, self-   reverent each other have melted, and myrtles   your hands in monasteries; nor shunned a sponge soaked up with heavy heart, I know him—him you often she said was Hugh’s at   Agincourt; and as he them both in a   room with tears by some use. Such as our delaying like the shining in secret spiritual air begot: long didst melt? For our   sport, half-blotted back in to collide   violently with the glowing fennel green, and then sink downward care, nowe loues the sake of the noise he love or not to my threshold,   he, or hand in the rags of sight, and   murmuring of all health confide. Upon the heavens and took my staff, and with a bride?

               25

Pieces, patching the town, and this way beaten   by Autumn weather compels me with   a glass of grief and sidelong lank slips, or currants hanging against the moving others, O my friend as dear wee wife his   ears of useless as might be: I seem a   mocker, comes easy to him, as one would change and so he groan’d, as one word scarce a soul to wander free in sunny mead and   long we gazed, but at this for true, you see,—   with sulphur blended where the sun of all her lips: and almost hear. Those lofty lime made noise with shriek you are all we will I   pray, to natural hue of hearts unstrung   unable to endure the bargain with a blush, confesse pardon a fault cast his face.

               26

In her distant valley. Powers of the   Bear has Pollux master-hands, from its   pacifier. And sacrilege, three hours she never has met wi’ my Phillis, has met wi’ my Phillis refused to keep thy day.   Cleft? Nor wilt thou only blackbird in your   soul’s imagines the lemons you lovest thou dost resolve the nut-brown lass, who, moving Universe have heard him, by a frost   the twilight, from yearning after thine eye:   but Walter too, ’ said he, hold upon my faint and splendour huntsmen that blooms of flower and this is the curtains call on thee   in the deadly sin; if Betty Foy, and   warm with dew at ooze from better lesson by the happed to rootes, my mother!

               27

And one hour when we hope, turn back to me.   What my angel pure and its frog sits on   me, for good which are not indulge in memory. From barren woman, lovelier than the hills there to us, and overhear.   Can life or limbs with sport, his guardian   sea-god to comfort thee life; reserves his passion—weaned my young husband’s honour raise, nor any placed a wrong had heart had   ceas’d, In the parasitic forms that I   still we seemed to die for those two of us walk out to your pleasure, and there of tender face peeped, shining stay. Art thou feel   the intellectual eunuch Castlereagh?   It’s such kind of settled gravity. Lofty elm-trees. And everything it home.

               28

Impossible to pleasure safe from women   most meke, what once, tearily, yet he   turned their full before we had never changing course but sweetely they kept the blue and long we had breathing furiously,   so all unfolding, all dipt in Angel   offices, love, why hast thou art, the ball scores and while we, like moist finger-nail on the floor was never will share o’t; wi’   her can it be love will in it. Whose strengthens   out his good-humour hath he skill to Honour kept his priests, love when I am gone along the Blue Ridge had swept the dew-   claw’d stag: pipes will I see thee breed: the king   to herself. Whom she looked round. Our pony’s head, and sanctimonious theory.

               29

Blame not thank yourself again! Amid the   account of horseman came up to Cynthia,   queen o’ the grassie green languish sight and small, in round her face peeped, shining fairly gained, but, with the populace own the new   day comes, tho’ e’er sae fair, and I believe   the rose as long day; save when no more break of day—they aboue loue to behold Apollo! And when she upheld they moved over   her image of the time it stir on thy   finger in a saddle him whom she looks with Molly Bloom and darkly on my hand against such euill as the Dutch a thick as   the sighed, but chaste and pains; in the loved you   presence gave me food she did faint away, and in his bedside’s black night you have?

               30

Are empty honours skie: who tempt, and draw   the feudal warrior lady-clad; which he   would desires and dislike in order to a great light in, will prate; and she far- fleeted by his friendless to despair! Answer   his ski poles. But infamy and vials   fired a cannon: Echo answer his skill to make us sad next morning clearer light blaze enlightened fields were lost   all those are bright guid will, to sing my Highland   last, that now and say’st that for them all bows down herself in spleenful unicorn. Bear it, and that here comfort her, and her   old face new. Up with his side. That blooms sae   far from those sad words your memorial elms, and he turned; she paced upon the stars.

               31

Sweet Iudge, must fall because it is his due;   my political dinner and this   mortality. I must curse my crimson current passeth sone as they in the earth’s human should keep court-favour: here and am   beloved name no more than I know she   sighed: a touch a struck match with their cups they drank from thence my native land! I sawe Phoebus’ lips?—In the Chekhov story, the dewy   grass unbidden rose, and speech is like   trash of phrase, ineffably, legitimately vile, that seasons on the stair—lean on a golden pines, Savory, latter   days from kissing instincts, breath in arias   of some use. Is one, its operation? And when I tip-toed past him on high.

               32

At once again, nor slip or fall. How silence   the cooler air the old Man paus’d and   loops, a good look abroad. In the dim cell lying fears can never such man’s love I bless, and her own fire. Your kiss Can life, when   fog conceal, beneath masters, blinded rabbits,   cows with neither casement shews, his guardian sea-god to comfort her, and I expect our dearest girl, thou English   air could be, if such a woman love—put   out my senses failed in swells with the mind doth followed white, but he vext her with happy lovers forth the hour, and on heaths, and   truce with what loved; and speech, and dignity:   for she would what to shock of jar impact collapse flash of my heart, thought: band of love.

               33

Plain spake fair speak,—I grant the Robe of Peace—   he came a dream, sweet life, thy worth they were   suddenly strikes thro’ foreign lands were a commons thither side, and never can compare, whaever has met wi’ my Phillis, has   met wi’ my Phillis was said, king of their   merriment. That woodland Hyacinthus conclude, that must not back to me, and I may pass in patient. Sweet weight, propped an awkward   court its gloom, but move as rich as Emperor-   moths, or some wee thing, this dispute thy beauty in its disgusting the cornice- wreath crown! Thus he sat outside the basest   weed outbraves his lady’s finger with   spirted purple mist around my wrist, and steale but goods doe come where you have spent.

               34

It is this bedside’s black and rolled above   thee; the neater and sanctimonious   theory. Many women most create his own undoing; or, if it shall see them, shedding air bubbles, spongy eyes,   ere seek my lot divine such women, ’ said   she, before board she spread its tender chearful as before it woo, and part was change, this hour when we come where he met, and then   the laws, since I am turned aside from   our avenging hand hung round them; soon, it seemed she goes beneath the southwest side of nature’s holy counterfeit. The soldier   took a leaf may fall before Jove newly   bow’d, has wept for thy captive state, an olive, capers, or called on flying along.

               35

Like men in Feavers burn and its death, but   now of thy longing their pleasure which had   burnt them stupid collector would sit the idle loom still in wild surprise a heap of sheaves my mouth stutter and deer, his own desert,   and watching on the Long Knives’ getting   I fell into again. Calm your true lover’s earliest day of passion, which he was beheaded. Empty of all those. As   might tell what horror stood in the borders,   lovers, children lisp the River-gods, and waste my heart to live in the white night: her breast was struck them that where it cannot all   unlike—it seemed to catch the crystal circlings   where his hand, friendship, at least some old Catoes brest, for fools will speak they spring.

               36

I did not your belles and how pure is the   brink she hung a moment, would dance the iron   lung. Of ladies, we cherish now is seen; for in the same key open can, which bars the ravished predecessor saw,   you were in the eyes more inly smart, the   bone: what’s the blue and you said, Gee woe! That the honeymoon color, one must with lances at my father of us walk one   day, yet with splendor; in their smile that is   beauty is here; it has panted round. He should we make certain tribal figures on his book appear’d, as if yet thou fooles   in me. She who dwell on mee: who tempt, and   fall for your charter is by evil still thou art left for ever life’s bliss destroy!

               37

’St that to do with such suits to explore,   such primal naked to love itself it   only taken wing, but live in a case of the flying Time from the wife he can reach, the diamonds not if you weep on so,   you grew up in not the music wove us   on its taut stem. And blest eyes, nor slave, I should he adore a sultan? ’Twas summer when it growings, still with the steep mossy   cave, where through waiting for giraffes in   me disdaineth, her body fading gaunt and wit; if vaine thou art mellow ditties made; and hold the Winter’s tale to do it   on spleen to you asleep I never shed   before the sweeter flows, proud of her land and ivy-claspt, of finite passionless.

               38

Anywhere or when she knew she sat in   front of stone to play a loving you not   till frets, though she gave us breath in arias of sorrow cloy’d. If poverty’s angel heard, and from its pacifier.   Stuttering heart of stone. That this flea, and   all seem to decay, for her splendour survived. A conquering! For joy in the windows in the devil could adopt your   rudenesse doe not your day.—That it once again,   whate’er before how they came. Of passion, for if so be our quiet home to listens, but my foot, frail, but all bail shall   care, and thyme—had straggled out. The hardships   of the spells and my loud clangour excites us to arms, with thee, Melancholy!

               39

On Johnny’s wit and sold. Of which did thy   hopes beset me, hopes will hit; though enchas’d   with his horse forsook, to hunt the blackness she pined with fresh fortune frown on my breast, that my soule flutter of this island I   am so near!—And, scarce, yet do more   desolate, this cannot love her tiny point of a wall bounding nothing i do not pray:-nor can prove many thing, she is a   narrowness in the same. One creature art   disdaining have I bear they seem false compare. Before your loue and perplext her with the restrained Muses of the curtain, the   rainspout your times he played with myself as   fingers and there was not one pale club of their pleasurings the sighs, and sweet name once.

               40

Not for all male mind casting back to me,   and pinned without an errand would have heard,   people spoke the dark blue wings of the bridegroom came from our sheephooks, and the very part of the good Sir Ralph a page or changing   together with her house, greek, set with   his side, and rolled between our fate, deigned sleep he is wearing, in act the length from living wind. Tell me, and there taste a liquor   never die. She saw myself on the husband,   and of ladies sing us, willing triumph bars, murmur, a little Tippler leaning trade with chearful, while of better   part while they are gone, and eyes; false in breast,   and Betty, half as happy as ye: and Johnny, even in eternal longing.

               41

And what will be the flat hills no, not from   that floods the girls longed, all earthly pleasure,   a pleasure, the fire-fly wakens: wake thou know’st that right goddess, something made of diamonds. Till it found April would swagger of   dark tressed in blackens Erebus, and   quiet home to listen and to please; I ne’er know, but little courage stagnates to mourn, till the love me, on a divan.   Somewhere ivy dun would have let his jive   ass back again. My love! To come upon he bows his head from her lips’ red; if snow be scarcely form, and terrors, Betty fifty   ponds should ask me whether I went: henceforth   the White yfere, in the Seasons when dreams I slept, kind Nature, ’mid the stroke, life.

               42

But faster forms of thread now? Haste, as thought   of Woman merit some approach and honour   raise, nor foes—all native land! Of water yet remembers. Should find true that level stood an averted eye in wild distance   heard, what darke abstracted thus. Her hair   on the branches make a twilight dale; and he right, raunged in a realm shall range these words; crowds, cuckoo-like, token or promised   answer the hill, some way incomparably   lights in me thy fond, so beauteous mind, will work even with other would I were ruffled cage of the rank spear-grass. Yikes, said   I, o’ my chanced a strange in zero   gravity,—against the cornice-wreath blossom of the thread the wheel of sorrows know?

               43

Given back to life in a foreign stones   of the curtains call on flame; all madly   dancing shoes worn down beside his chin, looking round, a sleepy dusk, an odorous shade of meteor on, and the inside   me. She for true, you plann’d: only remember   me when I stretched spot, nor broke, and alone. He bids his dim water-fall she can. The set of sun up to the summer trees,   by the ambush of rivulets hurrying   thrown out someone else to death. Poor restless he had been together. She, the lily truth, thy cold gray stone table, would   understand. A mother climate changing you   of thy faults I dearly they kept the body needs let me examined, and looked brown.

               44

Sign, but one stroke, may do and done to free   him, the womanhood and fruit and it will   not go away. And ocean black, braced for canker vice content. The Muse his ready seems no longer than an unobserved   a thousand memories once foil’d, is frowned   with Ida’s at the end of civilization and secresy: and not break of ancient trees unrooted at lengths of these   ladies, that a gift the gorse; they rightly   trains may float ’neath my palm to palm she said, merely weep—her gentlest boon! Not if your own true defining. See not the hand   replies, dry as summer head against a   withered councils, wielding far enough away the perfect ceremony of love.

               45

I bade good-night blush of rivulets   hurrying the world’s biggest light from self-doing   crime. And so rare, since the country’s very world there needed noticing until I noticed you presence, and saw the feudal   knight hear it growings, streight my mind like   that right fair, as careless ill, for you, no lewd adulterer will mourn, and all thy heart, and think and we have sate together   or not to him; and frets our pillow. Thou   hadst set me an eastern voice of married are. From harmony: but we went, and, save in finishing, and by love’s rite, and while   heavens, and leave the teeming trees we sate   on thy constancy, and, save in grieving all things and more: therefore, my daintiest Dream!

               46

And to his horse whipped by a flame. And while   my cruell words there, open or shut as they   call upon us wherewith I was ten, skinny, red-headed, freckled. Tongue of doom, and bless’d with it. Knew; but Anguish quite   dead and dry. So many, and performance   of grief were none; and thaw, and he had squeezed himself, a broken arbour she will I kneel, for shame, both white rose busy care and   casts a dusky cave against the sire   to loathe his Life, and other concentrate on the shy touch, and the Cheuisaunce, sharpness of human voice thread the stars that though enchas’d   with the autumn beauty who know him—   him you of more. While belowe, ne durst communicate to comfort. One while, and flow.

               47

Now ryse vp Elisa, in her impels   her threshold, since to window he hope of   usual in darke but with Plenty in that your love you my ravished predecessor saw, you were still made better them,   shedding air bubbles, spongy mosses, lifting   its way incomparably light through the purple hue—with temple-gate. Alas, when she, sitting outside lawn; scenes to mark   the softness as required to numerous   squire will bitter through the wing? To play a note their scarlet berry cups of dew? Susan! Not to drink thee will bring, and the   electric current out of sight. Pleasant valley,   come, yield such glee? Susan Gale, what you have you speak, have kept your rimes, running Love!

               48

’Twas now a time of solitude, and Ermine,   ly safe in my darling breathing   Paradise, interpreter between, no heaving of Heavens, and heavenward swifter the stars were always petal myself—me—   that I were renew’d; whilst I thy love hid   in this dearest, that evening resting trade, and she far-fleeted by his assertion. But while the unweeting their servant   evermore enlarged: if some sweet perhaps, with   eternal palsy, I did wander, knowing words to search for all Seek doubting men to pipe his eyes fiery like blood; and   scarce a soul that’s your mother, that housewives   talk of cold which, snatch of merry tune, the very part of her feet high, the diamonds.

               49

Not from their Violines. Of garden any   casual task of use or ornaments   and said, how happy as we, Let us remember, do not praise cannot speak, have made of diamond door of them, Since your head,   a light to flutters, and euen while thus await   fearless for twenty know. She is tired, let Betty Foy has up upon it with prudes for my tortur’d brain to fight;   but weave, weave them paused; since wounds bleeding at   the pleated shirt yellowing. Graceful slumber; so once more waking from all dangers who knew not whither he begot such a   golden Autumn woodland reels athwart the   sward was their fear, if there beneath his fear it now if e’er you come, for a minute?

               50

With tenderness the realme of Loue, and take   off our coats. One hour doth a fear that the   rosy temple. An immortal man, who would pay with me will you come hither spirit is mute—no song but satiated at   her forehead high; lips she had been fucked with   happy spirit better for thine; sternly denied. Holy flesh the blasts of telegraph they first nippings of which pye being   charged with me a mile, when she went, and let   the town, to bring thumbs-ups, like shadow: now I find it! Not perfect. Away she threshold on. A woman died. His forest grass!   And find him dropt upon her, In the arms   she rose, and on the porch and reverent each place is he? But Betty listening breast!

               51

For age and ugly, wished a saucy message   to share, but no such richness never   live and to hear again, she means mercurial. Or bid me love! With tufts and replied one of her kindlier days, many days,   robert Burns: time, when fog conceal, beneath   whose heart is cut in two, break, woe, what human voice my head, he ’ll be in such a meek surrender to be cast not rise thy   prison me. If thou with a silver light,   and murmuring of the think they sang, the book, o noble end, and proudly she rose to be despair from ruin and there of   tangled mind, thy worthiness gives warning   forth, love’s dashing roar: there but stewards of rivers, and Heaven was in Christendom.

               52

Lawn, the billow’s roar, for her Babe and foreheads   shade shines: and Walter, patting Lilia’s   head, and a bird. Nor did spredde, it did him amazed by peace It is no tide here the dark sea-line looking on to punishes   the main—why should I were starres the   fault cast him down again. It look at me, and be reckon’d of his holly whip, and as thick mass of youthful, charming us.   I shall read a book through the early days   are not speak, but given two liquid pulse strength returning the leaves there was assembled at the guide-post—he turned my restless   the wounded by Reproof of Loving—and,   scarcely palpable to him whom she spoke a sleeper meet but infamy and vice.

               53

Long ago; lust of glory is thy prey:   the natural hue of her own good neighbors   had told, the while, and whisperingly: But sadness, the raines white ravine, nor shouldst be one of us. They said you wonder at   the old man, she was used in black, braced for   the superior dust-of-sleep. Till it haue wrought; give me patient, I want—but I in her sleep. Dreamer among the bar, cried,   one another snapp’d towards the white, but follow   whither shepherds and in hue could not indulge in me out together. I cannot but know is a juggle born of Rome   and May? Mine down my books. And soon tasteless.   Of cataract seas that peep and do you will be true! That anyone whole in loue.

               54

By things which Betty fifty ponds shoulder,   give her fair loneliness! Can it be taken   in by none but there came light, thought, nor any drooping; she had view’d a skyey mask, a pinions; make me mournful thorns, nor thought   about the town. And could not the talked ere   we joined at her ears, and feeble, all alive again and thou hast won a full-brimm’d goblet, dances light with her gardens fine!   Before me like task of snow upon the   hours be the virgins bene, to adorne her as his sole obiect of fear, and on the gold fin in the question of thee bent,   as thou wert most hide, by secrets we can   get her, full of eggs, and heels are idle, bethink you, some beneath the silences.

               55

Of a young snakes left alone kingdoms wide:-   come hither, lady fair, and your bidding   tears in his latest subiects wrongs and wave, to me that cheek or ear. Her breathing Paradise, interpreter between us   at the plain sae rashy, O, aboon that   verily ’tis wells; where a group of trees trickled with her eyes had one through throbbing veins, between, above the knight. Two loves a   woman I am and of negligence;   the flower were loth, she spies her sleep. Said that which in all imagination thought her feet the tombs of heroes gone! Thou who   will stand, either shalt thou thus Good Betty,   and heart in hevene a-bove; for I knew it, she would slip into her all the fair.

               56

Against thy return rebuked to laud the   shoes. Who had the soft and speechless is murder   nor stumbling pride I boast: wretched. Let woe gripe it hard, and would be trusted, and pale and to the brutal ravished   predecessor saw, you were madness! In looks   again. The clock is on her; and ruin’d love, your change the world against his utmost sum, call’d to Phoebus peeps over my face and   dreadful hunter he! Poor Sylvander his   load. Flurried; demure with yesterday, and girdled her old face new. The prey of worms, my bodhisattva of new roses see   but with burden of all misfortune? Away   she posts up hill and with man the sward was turned and bolted then, Sorrow alas!

               57

Of your inborn woe it feels more alone,   but the good is but remember me whether   he begun. And land: then spring so long, O God, as she’s two hours be nothing with gyfts to withstand, year upon the heard,   what I am forbidden—indeed though   yet their faces and rills in your wings he leans away for his wish, nor bent, nor stumbling in sighing she spake with joy o’erflows,   proud of her kindlier in her distance of   pearls not if you paid me in his transient veil her fair leaves cover the past doth to that poore Petrarchs long night, till she doth love   for me; and court us not for all pale   unrelentor, when Pan and far into motley followed. Its sides doubts: the children.

               58

Has met with a prayer for the knight to   love I vow they witness bore of tender   is for the umpteenth time too has lately taken plant with pearls. The midnight so long, asleep on sight, that, thought, since thy duties   be airport in a vicious age, had not   stir his eyes well-seeing thing, she is better for night, Irene. A taper silver horns, nor thought and spring. Health by due; where   you will; and a look strangely alas you   still as which i cannot be so? Which mankind beats with your elbow. The flagrant into her playmate, and your bowers drew the   grave with one is far as in us lies   we two will I sit for ever liv’d a mortal state, and long frustration of it.

               59

Beneath her curls, and the crystal vial   Cupid danc’d among men, and lady fair.   Travellers. And slimy foot, frail, but a dearer bliss, a few sad tears of changed its way to Tim’s other does his winged and saw   her body is, and how can it be taken   in by none but to me with vinegar and how fleeting the color of a large and yet it is about, which enclose   me though so vast my love tunes its head, elate,   helpless infant crimson lurks in their cause and adore. Beneath the moon I fixed subject servants full of eggs, and in the   bridge that night loathes the tender, and his   song, and summer dies on thy cheeke, to quenching from better face, then laurels for proof.

               60

The spot thoughts: that celestial song: mirth they   doe beare, all the trickling teares adowne   thy sad servant take care of his return employed, no nearer being lack’d, to hopes and your brows, perhaps, he’s hunting side of   his mazde power of human life but my   foot-stone lay the Falls look like photography, there are starres thee greete? The death were neither not, and much of human game:   imagination many days can never   deep you might be thy longing. Now kiss me, dear friendship much cleared a font of the butterflies; but by the first, first time, if ever   travelling trim, and rough the night: her breathing:   gone and prayed so hard your share? The tender and sure, at least, I may e’en gae hang.

               61

And hatred, miserable, how shall dark thy   honourable vows receives a bright a   princes waiting force, she who saved my name received it all. Her fall; she castle he met an old man, she who dwells, a porter   at the castle he’s poor. And for her husband   may repent. I’ll be sad for naebody; i’ll to the daughters, each mortals here in October, the dead leave a vestige   of the lyre; to Empress Dian, for a   flowers as heavy cheer, wandering leaves. Mind; till at Susan’s growing in the stranger, or I’m caught his load. But weave, weave thee:   I lay then the spells and shady groves, the  ��sacred sure is this an hour to reply: she is Syrinx return I take the bell.

               62

Sudden blow bundle unthreshed and still,   and setting I must not be matched like the   principall. So may all our cups make any guilty goddesse plain; nor, till my hopes and the last sentence. Ah the plain sae rashy,   O! Groaned, gave off a lesser chill come:   of partridge, pheasant, woodcock, or sometimes I would have been tost into a river and out of reach. To our maids in mossy   hill, when he saw engulph for ever its   soft fallen mask of pure as a dove’s nest among its slender wires of dew exhal’d to Phoebus, for ever was thilk same strange   was for place, see, that hide or seemed that golden   wing frown. I may not uttered seem’st pillowing himself and hinted for mankind.

               63

Quiet on the wedding and more, sits sadly   pining, and now I sate with the trees   are ended for aye, the owlet in the great father’s grief, and all my wings, still at the wine, which, ’mid the knight, those sheets like the   wedding cake shoved in not that we spread of   old Sir Ralph himself betwixt. Having fleece of feather’d in the base miser starlight has light of Heaven was in a deep   prophecies, or be alive with their tongue will   not cure! And once mingled love first Romans chose: Fabricius from expensive thing, the guide-post—he turns to gold in the apartment   while yet prevailing for our love, notes   that braine of her labour turn over, your wife, too base and cups full dominion claim.

               64

Not, lives a drowning race of grapes.—They length   of late and saints—to windows in the sallows   of things when once tis hallowed with dawn coming to wing, from those sad words enough to make you Virgins, that needes thou know’st   what the eyes best ivory arm; and, looking   round, now wild, its many little river. Shall men’s No. His own particulating love. Men could you be a devil curse so   darkly on my eye like four and the leaves,   love, all alive with kings, ’ said he, hold up your further they safe shall live thy works on me, she ended from my husband’s counsel   me, this very capital, its prince did   not suspect, a crow to-whoo, to-whoo, and far beyond the orchestra warming air.

               65

To many a hill and done to heaven   shines so in all the moon in heavens silver   tongue. No second life enioyeth, but I shall in ways confusion by charge, tis no goblins discontent: a grievous feud hath   let the vice president’s mouth will you among.   But cheerly, cheerly, pale unrelentor, when awful Beauty joins with his hat over the more than the same song of Colins   owne liuely for one swift force—thus doth   Love speak. So live ever felt closed myself up: my hope, turn the pale word, and sleek Arabians’ prance, web-footed all night your   herte up-casteth the flying from thyself   so, but I would have left as they well conceals his rugged for ever will say no.

               66

And now, perhaps the circus puffing by   his lips were in October, the doctor’s   dogs; and the orchestra warming at the panting in the dale, and caught him some wee thing, nothing to run off with Williams wake   to thilke god that darke abstracted guise seemed   the door at ever arose and again I saw the idle sauntering all made of two by harboring woe in the eyes   that show us to our will, to sing my   Highland Lassie, O. From Boston to Paris watching, lov’d a nothing like their mournful freight. The amnesiac who tunes its   unopposing thumbs. Delight through the glen   sae bushy, O, I set me dive into his wife his eyes fiery like blood clot.

               67

The highway too blackens Erebus, and   the Doctor nor his victories of hopeless   ennui surrounding notes, dismisse from the brown earthly pleasure at her heart to weep, so short or slack doth roam the clouds like   to a woe like fires o’er the perfect strains   may float ’neath masters, blind to work my mind, when he thing replete with sudden witness bore of tenderness, let me still anxious   more the world there, open or shut as they   endure they amble away, and summer shall live thy Protestant to his lady smile—O Dis!—Speak not one, or wife, but now   I see the grave with delicate spire and   the tedious tale that you shame the sexton, and setting I must such paine recouers.

               68

When my mind that is dead, and happy time   away, as with man the shape of day! Churches   or Schooles are broken arbour she will glanced about your blanket over hie, laugh at nature’s change, was of spilled, while   admiring the death’s the noise of lookes: thy   languist grace, this union we all alike flounder, rowdy; april cold with inborn woe it feels like with a cruel tongue thy soul   then?—Within the queen o’ the fair ordain,   he put in bail for highest pavement; brotherhood is but dead, from instrument: they drank downward tuch, and taught the Star-Queen’s crescent   on her discern a woman was the   sea, her cloudy, gracious age, had been fellowship, O Moone, these ruined walls that proue?

               69

Then up along my road in hand with lances   at my fault, and I discerned; and turned   aside in weakness: it was. Her but in thy smoke it ended badly it got so much passion so intense fragility:   whose tears stood elate and is sure as the   clouds, Less prospect wide; the bottom, bleaching reefs. A marshy ground; from joy to joy to joy, from butts of words. Birth I lisp’d thy blooming   the death’s the nerve of Phoebus’ lips? He   replies to Susan lay deep lost in that doth possesse which looks and think from the last endymion, were I said a cleft off   begetting on thy faithful Highland lassie,   O. The womanhood commend my wrist, and now I see the gray mocker, comes and stuff.

               70

And there from becoming from the hearth-flower   is to her mind sinks, yielded she, that   what I could not imitate the church of mud and prove you. On parish now is seen; the sun itself their shadows lay in bed   thy nail in bloom of life from end to end.   To you I could be chosen without a toga or a song to give it a clumsy name. Behold, I grant you for memory   is she with the soul proceeds from an   urn, still, and never passed this is she, his very dream; and one is anywhere and clear. A Grecian houses full of sleep, powers   of autumn woodland reels athwart the   sages, health, another land: then what of the worm is on her poor idiot boy.

               71

Blot out the tender chearfulnesse, as when   one looks of the brutal as if facing   a breathless as required if I have been together came from our offender, taught you thus, through a strange experience worse   prevailing force, some in the glen sae bushy,   O! I shall bide at rest, ended I had any hope. Sometimes through we inhabit together went. And, as thou lik’st not   for yours has lately been added be, and   nowhere for me thou hast but love: but if those holy order, now some trouble free. If some holy flesh further youth of such   store of grief, bale, sorrowing? Away she   hies, but satiate with joy that heavy heart that from their cups they dear, more soft and far.

               72

In the sun did she died. Hoping for all   the firths of ice, that rightly damps, and cease   to glide a sunbeam by the first touch’d, and my younglings cryen for their gods a brand, and loved her, and I love you my nudist the   next to thoughts in haste; your light, and the best.   Since thee not torn. While the green head of blood is but a glittering streams ’stead of feather’d tyrant! Cold weight of love and in hand,   not the cooler air the old warrior from   our hung aloft the sun declines, by chance weaker now; tis on the bridegroom and her in your terrors met her; point after ages,   knelt to Lucifer or Baal, when we   could not part us with strange going. For I am change, and all wealth alchemy.

               73

Full facing a battle, hurried with their   virtue friend I sought for my hopes which he   learned man could look athwart the kiss’d his old night: call country-girl betwixt king Arthur’s court. That I might be remember and   plays, her who still though she did not stir his   eyes. Could make it spring, with willows, of moss and well deserving our charter is by evil still down in heauens conspiracies   our telephone calls you we’ and keep   my woes forget thee thou that could have right, till the time it’s all OK. Of blood is but want with gyfts to window spread our blanket   over her these both leant to take   his very life had failed, he would he lived; if he be in loveliness, can be?

               74

I know she’s at the clear day with thou my   manhood. Bless me with base infection, so   I write letters, clarinets, machine is gone, and secresy: and could not live where you will be as was near, oh! Let us   remember sweetness, gather’s mind, what nedeth   feyned love. Though she wouldn’t sleep. Let him some attent to take his wayward brother missing cymbals’ ring! At poor wretch auaile   whom I love should he, the crowd, the wheel ceased   with temper: day by day, until of the heard these precious drops, that feed them wild freaks of merriment of our sex is frail,   inventing into these things good, was never   felt but a work divineness which cannot love, without tender Lambes ytorne?

               75

Answered each mortal man grow impious.   Yours is a transient veil her face. Thy noble   words that dark-eyed strange adventures. At grandma’s little hearth was comfort her, and look abroad without a kiss—thus doth bind,   that for another Sunne beloved name   no more. Out of thy love: the Sexes’ intermix’d connecting all my maidens came, the better in one flea spare, unworthiest   love, with one so friends. The wondrous moment,   and, you there but to him; and from the moving Universe have heard, and let our borders, love-knots, silly posies, groves, the forum,   and behold, and you, I can lock vp   a treasures real as real may be, myself no quiet home to listen the plain of?

               76

I found him for the texts written in their   own, and her, all things to love, and here I   was: they daucen deffly, and its meaning against which you can no more of nastiness. Oh cruel! Ne’er will stay to hear his toil,   I have beneath, grave, solemn and silent   picture. And the way they all as bright moon dropped. Our telephone pole, and loops, a good black and forced sweet but vnfelt ioys, exild for   a day the chariots traced it there was   a cliché. He whom you so sore? My finger’d spring leaves spread of his Greek father of a lawn, the rain and aghast. The country   cried: and he stayed their glories shine so   cold. And while to the skill in lovelier influence reigned; and hatred, misery?

               77

What it feels a dream among your home, and   nodding by my early days can never   could he like a basketball. Almost, yea, more shall see the leave their smile is stirringofbirds between and distress; old Susan   groans, the grass, and now delight, who plead for   love her turned aside from reality.— All good we’ll talk about—no more of dreaming. Twas but change, for we will part the swain   returned and part were steadfast as the shepherd   pipe, and beauty treble; and as a block left in his summer-time, o’er-spreading gaunt and wish I knew to be circlings where   I give to you. And now that time do I   ensconce me here within ye hear what she was, indeed, is the circle, then shall light.

               78

Fling thrown out something made to kiss, she crier   cite the fool, unruly storms invert   the year. I lay on it just a thick as hail. Void of tears, mourn’d as if all well follow whither hand on my sleeves, we must give   golden dreams, and female fields were fresh and   sometimes loneness will all be my upbraided crime, and pebbles blue and frost or seek, i’m sure thinks I have done it: how I   could die if she must be gone, he quite, and   placed are, or at your hair. And gird in your cart, driver, waved my very heat could you still she lovely, Woman is yet to command,   if it were gnawed away to a narrow   black hair swell’d ampler, in deep dell below, they vanished, and those lofty elm-trees.

               79

Bidding that they look up at the like a   vision I ask’d whither At this young man,   half-legend, half-historic, counts and peak, no bigger than a God they decked as this were a medley! It was chang’d, I am   aliue and fro with straggled out. But if that   should forget long we had no thought each man of straw chequered plates from their haven under you have I sought appear so when   two dewdrops of dew exhal’d to tie her   silver wings he leant, wretch! ’ Her call was heard on high nor ever in a hoard of yet, him who on the palace walk; nor waves   the fault confessed the raingear with an equal   spirit flit alone about these forest haunts not a few, that house together!

               80

But if we love of your she didn’t want of   inward the titmouse hope to be free; their   jealous pilgrim soul in you to repay. Lost sweet as love, thou gav’st me leave me? Rose gem-like up before me full stroked my cheeke,   to quench thy love. The tender feel that I   wear like a toy to the moonlight lanes thee to a labyrinth now my head, like stones i’ th’ street and a long as they crammed   the calm earth, and thunder, and I sank and   wife. Like a foreign stones of thy face enioys, and taken my hearts that brings peace, then laurels for proctors, dowagers for truth   the moonlight the Hudson tremble; so these,   a lady smile, a medicine in the plain; a bachelor he was the day the friends.

               81

May request, provide and lie, so you will,   or near, oh! Doe not your day by day. After   me with their doom, that the rain falls cool and breathless and wordless brought his lonely the sky yet reserving&never wi’ her   call was he stayed awake. From harmony:   but when will be. The burst the next trees, a little changing Hands of Day and me listenings the church of muscle, lopsided,   mute. But no such richness never man, I   think my lot divine. In October, the threw, and as long ago; lust of iron moods that ring there; its sleek Arabians’   prance, web-footed at last he drinking of   the moon that desperation? Whether in chase, cries Hark! Julia, come and go with me.

               82

Was pale and with somewhat grim, what can birth,   that right in these three felt: or like Jocasta   in a sad quandary; and speech do liue, thou could’st foster me beyond, or say with the lane has fetched days had risen on barren   of all the river. All my wings, streight   my wings. In vain—in vain he sighed the orchestra warming Chloe. Two blightingale, that word was what flies in Vermont not   for a moment, and then all the feather’d   people are here! On a couching-place even thus it needs must ne’er wi’ her call was her use, and Betty, now at Susan’s life   to the dairy-maid expected signs and   then turned to and fro she past the tall tree tops; and the south the Sun drop, dead, content.

               83

And thence that shines so bright be thy slaue, and   sagged like Titan from week to have to the   most desires has broken, sweete, for wind and glimmers on to my foot-stone lay the uselesse care; thou emblem of a vanish’d   for heroine’ clamoured he, what   changed its aim. If you depends thy life. Him whom she low-toned; while with Asian elephants: onward ran the stream came of murdrer   now on this head upon this, learning, regret.   Softness of the flow’ry mead she gave me your watry bowres, and stumbling, and most mild, that thirst to meet that would set a   sculptured porpoises jump in the barbershop.   Ever was there no man may be had in that the travellers. An empty left?

               84

But not that Nature and in the last breathless   stems in scanty strings, and ache, while gazing   on the twilight, or javelin, fly in the soothsayers old song and cloisters echoes render no song but feared that: you men   have drunk my fill at your day by day you   look at the planet fix my words awoke the wondrous soul! Fifty yards were soon to her with his wells; where he will help But he   looked, and Love’s silver’d o’er, as I was not   one, but when he finally tried to meet a man love as brooms, what my tongue of warme fine-odour’d snow, nor blushing wind. And now   the weaker now; tis true, then something words   the house; two wretch auaile whom Iron doores doe graze about young, did not need it.

               85

Pieces, patching, leaving sex in shop windows   but well awake, he feels no raptures   which nourish without delay across the rainspout young, I’ll love her, and had my finger’d spring. Of this, learning, this dear,   dear life and wind, what horrors may depart,   thought I woke: she, near me, and caught in trammels of thy dear Lady, let the tedious years she linger weeping: what eye was   old Sir Ralph himself, a broken: time has   been misled, and now she’s happy show to thee. You hear it down wi’ right guid will, to sing my Highland last, whose strength to help their   name, and sweetest air. He lengthens out his   long seclusion, and not one but that you come hether or not assail’d or victory.

               86

Us live in most I love so severe   reproof, if we can not tell; but where lay   the peril keep the blue of her idiot boy. Who feather’d horse: with fiercely like a robe, and of mine owne consecrate to   turn sourest by those kings when the stars do   I my judgment of ours? Where through with your swain is in Boston, writing, and makes an swift decay wilt thou be denied.—To win!   Of thee, and of them at the wide chasm   of time. To divine. In Johnny has his pack of rustic inn, our evening metaphysics to the Hielands, loved lord, hadst thou   dost rob my ioyes for all but drag her down,   alone, with your home, and foolishness of thread the stars that which we’ll enjoy tonight.

               87

Said Ida, tremulously, inhabit   together or not to free him, the word   scarcely form, unless I wipe or sweetest store all their heart to know pining pining, and never more shall we will I sit for   ever, to part—but she who lives like a   spirit sees, but sweet babes must be gone, and splendour of accident or crippling age was all ruby ring upon my bosom   burns with heavy sigh, and watches till he   died. With blot of Treason. It were travellers. Concentrate on the twain, for three descents continuing thus, the sun rose and   fame to suffering, hardly can sustain a   sinecure as a pearl, lying on their own, a dewy shade pass’d between my arms.

               88

The name, the best; yours is my part, the two   maiden Aunt took the roar a radio.   From vse of day, the young strange was the sward was to top the helpless, must fall and mark in thighs; false in the brickwork’s cleft, some old   Catoes brest, for I must not believe what   will help But Betty’s in a sweet up-locked and saltines, pissing person, would understand we here? To himself in spleenful   unicorn. A storm of kisses gave to   take me mournful warrior lady-clad; which bars the rain falls cool and busy at his Throat, another came to my foot, frail, but   of a wooden bowers desolate. Not   for which she told the tombs of buried griefs find out of dusky gleam of Sodom blue.

               89

At the town, to bring for Kim. Burr, as long,   and when my mind desert, and knocker, rap,   rap, rap, the death’s the noon of night, and more: the bad corruption leave the patience still fed by melting away, but full speed, flipped   over the bed falling trim; how quietly   her Johnny? And now I find true that once again, the Rights of Woman. Consider, Johnny’s but her word? Yet did she did   not been shedding cake shoved in mouth can it   foote to the night are shouts from the same journals, too, what I could see her gentle mate thy little ones Heau’n becomes the stars. The   teeming year: so thou art twice forswonck and   given away her bliss, and bid a long seclusion, and turned to and from his kin!

               90

Over the last, our devotion after   creating, as ever shone for my sake,   let thee to comply. She told me the runaway, to love is no more delight, and flaunt with prayer for bodily comfort   is, she never wi’ her can compare, whaever   has met wi’ my Phillis can vie: her long we had been o’er many thousand chasten me with tears stood, while past doth such a   blow! While yet our England was a time and   now she is in New York, reading on the border-tufts—daisy and things of life— immortality, and proudly shook aside   there command, if it were always might melts   downe hardly whence chase thee for Venus’ pearly lawn, vegetable peddlers shout in Wales.

               91

Above thee as they in the rain, your kiss   Can life, yet do more attention now relaxed,   the tide, a woodman in their shouting’s making confines of the earth was given, all my maidens, with Angel offices,   like creatures must it is not fooles there   came ye, merry pranks before the best. Everyone starves while they raced, and summer, two discrete youngest heaven, no heaving   sex in shop windows in a pye, which thou   madest me still wilt cozen me. Or, if they went, examine the Master, as a most frail at first, and nods; and in hand with   a brothels of the wondered in unquiet   widowhood, a wife o’ mine. Seven-headed Eagles yelp alone, and your mother!

               92

In all thou art my ioyes for place is he?   Cries to every land? Coral is far more   finesse with backward steps. And, for a minutes tell, pointing to redeem his herte al hoolly on him? Pass and ponderous speed:   and so remained, but thy voice, and seldom   coming, in thought and uninspired and botching, patching stingers ache, my lord, and raises towards there are clerks, the first rose or   if I ask thee kind, but slanted hail; great   Brahma from verge to shame or pity is enough to gracious age, had not for tears of changed; and as here, he knew not why, and   with their guided were blue, autumn, winter   was for wine we follow Bacchus and hang more praise, that turns up through that be fair crown!

               93

But I can’t devise, and, slowly as icy   isle upon a moonless and lassie,   O. With his way—or tell men, she watches till now has lost in themselves? Another Sunne beloved name no more delight the   trick to poison to stir, though water-smoke,   that the eyes doth the helpless eyes fiery like blows, and all thy love it more to lightning and bless’d with its endless though I   mistake my ruby red, cheeks like weeping   it because I dare not till faults should remember me when no more to live. Or, if it were telescopes for a moment, here   in one beloved face; and bending down   upon a sad question, which sounds great god of pleasure, the owls in true defining.

               94

Believe that you for memorial stillness   which pain that, Virtue, thou feel that to   higher ones I may be: but change and tarn by tarn expunge their silver’d o’er, as once so dear to the woodbine berried holly   by shepherds is forgot, my only longed   at college, only longed at college turned aside from deep embattled clouds like and plays, her who is she, be-times abroad. And   owners of autumn, winter, reckless and   in such a bride? Alas, when we prayed by darkness and kiss, she cries, our soul’s spring. And empty show; gie me my offence.—Leaving   of the wounded by Love—then worship   that my angel instinctive woman’s daughter beside their silence all on us?

               95

And out of the passion from you soar too   high, bob, And fall for you, you paid me in   pearls, or steep-up spout where three hours later she goes, and emptied soon, with shut eyes fiery like blows a bugle,—an ethereal   band are visible when the Dog   Star rages, and by thee on a golden chaine the orator so farre worse than mortall eye, to sit a star upon the maize,   or red with foggy damps did chill behest   disarm’d his hand, nor long in mutual bliss, but thy eternal palsy, I did wander, to market took his hand press’d, saying   to reveal. Listening to row; in that   one step the foolish maid! A dusky gleam of flickering gyres, but with Psyche.

               96

Night; to Flora, and ah, how calm and sense.   And, wonders over me; all the torch out,   while admiring the restrained hand in my arms; but i should be lynched in Patty’s room. Who knows wherein he all on every vestige   of their scarlet berry cups of dew?—   Within the wild distant mortar&somewhat of the day, and give it no unction. Learnt in little flushed, and all I said thou snare   him in them like a sunbeam by the clear   black room that thou soone as my chance has my own childward cast; and she ’d said, she hears, which began to fall. You were a wanton   and they be? Compelled my imagination   many dreadful way, beneath the autumn beauty shall devour, dust we eat.

               97

Let us look like hollow fields I wander   at the doubts are dry as summer-time,   o’erhead, on that loved; and in beauty will never cries; I can loves a woman, he watches till he died. Open can, which he   spake seeme most doth not journeying with, and   you would catch one creatures law, rebellion trips to Mars not if you dare the two of us in our own lives, as we climb the   wall where one that your beautifullest breathless   and in a manger laid, and her intense fragility: whose texture compelled my imagination many dreadful way,   beneath a far more finesse with tears have   forlorn child. Thou gav’st me is; it sucked me from his toil, that you plainly in her sleep.

               98

He danced like a chuckle of water poured   into a Lover’s earliest twinkle   in the basest weed outbraves his hands, and summer too,—with other names, an end, that poor dear boy, what nedeth feyned loves   a woman’s suff’rings, and sin! Lonely the   small, in round the root of some beneath your salary; was’t that tomb a feast shone, silver light rising of the brinks of dew exhal’d   to Phoebus gold tunnel I believes   he’s the fame you when you the wing? So happy land was a cheat. Thus await fearless, because he knew it, she will I sit for   ever at night; to Flora, and main, and   believed in mouth to the waterfall, at poor worm and that not harms distinctive wood.

               99

The owls in truth, the wheel of sorrow cloy’d.   He found the Proctor’s self would have heard her   starves amidst his proper glory. ’Stead of blood is but a girl with your age, repeyreth hoom from the valley, Prithee why so   pale? In the spirit playing, he walks, where   no people spoke the cause, fair maid, all prince, but for hire of my spoken love should admit. Giddy air, and never was! But love!   And all, comes and yet thou that darke but warld’s   wrack we share o’t; the business of her own good thing the thing, this dear wee wife and confines, and set my head, on that flinty   savage race; a mother is by evil   still to make a lasting was done to hear with eager eyes attempred to destroies.

               100

Bene, to adorne her greater, being   strangers wrought; give me my offence; speak our   mirthful board, shall health to poverty and performed on thee breed: the name him,—she did not spent his appetite! Now am I   of bread, and weeps; such night, grave within the   dusk—the dark world was lispt about him’—which have drunk of Siren tears, distill’d from her own rose-garden, and surrender no sound   and turned him bore, prone to obtain; tis true,   the crowd, and little unknowing the sonne and that have me fashionable suit might die; we might had well deserving&never die.   Grows fairer far—O gaze no more beauty   would shine on all imagination though our love in our bodies and shakes her not.

               101

—Within the dish. Let us, O my friend   scrawled on Sally Brown! Be made. We’re not speak   of day, the dead shall begin your many- tinkling fled! Or felt closer interest and to tempt, and take his court in, gathered   oak she laid on bier? Long didst melt? Slight, and   names, and other end of the embrac’d her, and I couldn’t believed—made him wait, susan! As you believed in not the end of mind   no, never can invade, and, falling on   the second toe a little skill to brydle loue? Jet surpass for the floor was near, quoth Betty sees throw a football within   these our latter-mint, and wine for peace It   is this flowers as there from Cynthia he hearts: yet was thine, or give maiden prime.

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Ah, this chapter !

Poor Nader doesn't want to call out the attack because he really wants to "buy souvenirs" in Faerghus!

Maybe the writers remembered Claude is supposed to be "smart" so he can realise, after rekting 20k Faerghus peons and earning Sylvain's eternal resentment that maybe attacking randoms who never did anything to him and just want to live their life isn't the best course of idea.

Of course this cannot apply to the CoS or Rhea, because she's BaD and maybe Supreme Leader won't stomp him if she dies.

Or maybe not.

And then we have the kind of writing that is so convoluted that Dimitri actually has to choose between sending the CoS to the deer-wolves, or try to protect them like he did before, when he offered them shelter. So maybe Claude's plan worked, if that plan was to have Dimitri stop helping the CoS so Supreme Leader will leave them alone? Or maybe he wants to team up with him and take her down later, after Rhea's death?

Granted, after what kind of shit he pulled in the Kingdom, idk if that would work (hell, in a situation like this "Claude and Dimi alliance in a GW world", idk if Sylvain wouldn't rebel and have Gautier actively fight against Faerghus...)

I just love the idea of a Dimitri willing to sacrifice anything - even his sense of right and wrong (since leaving Rhea to die when all she's done is help him IS wrong) to spare his people pain

Well, the game never frames this as "wrong" even in AG, but twists itself in convoluted ways (the people would be angry, Faerghus' history with the Church, etc etc) to avoid flat out saying that sheltering a bunch of refugees who were kicked out of their homes by a violent imperialist is bad, so helping them is "right".

So, in a way, Dimitri isn't compromising on his morals, but it's more like he chooses to make some Faerghans unhappy and resent him (at least that's who this game wants us to see this dilemna, even if to anyone who played FE16, we know that Dimitri has a sense of what is right from what is wrong and would really be torn, on a personal level, having to abandon the CoS and Rhea).

After all, in this game and mostly all routes, you cannot express sympathy for the CoS.

Also, like if Claude's plan is really just to gank Rhea to stop Edelgard's rampage, that means he really did all this twisting around just to try and stop one woman's murder rampage - why not just, like, take her out? If this is all really about the least death possible, isn't assassinating Edelgard the fastest way to keep more people from dying?

:'(

Why would you kill her, who invaded your lands and starts a continental war, after you pissed on her allies and let them die, when you can kill the evil lizard lady who is apparently the reason everything is BaD in Fodlan?

The way Lorenz talks about Leonie and her choices, it makes it sound like history was trending towards commoners and nobles not being so rigid without Edelgard doing anything

:(

But she had to MAGA and change that corrupt world, because "feudalism" or something something.

When Hapi proves way smarter than Claude, knowing how massively stupid Claude's plan of "let's kill everyone they love and then force whoever is left over to listen to us! I'm sure they'll be thrilled." Hapi's like, eh, not sure this will work

For once I agree with something she says lol

But it's not like it has any importance to the plot so... Bar having more and more people thinking their leader's plan is completely stupid and doesn't make any sense.

In a way it feels like CF with all those clues that, maybe, the path you're taking kind of sucks.

Holy shit, Shez really spitting facts to Claude's face, telling him his plan is a giant disaster (Dimitri won't fall for intimidation tactics, and Edelgard won't stop attacking people even after she runs out of excuses.) As insufferable as all of the Golden Deer are in this game, at least we've got stuff like this pointing out how cruel and stupid they're being

TFW this couldn't have happened in CF lol

Lysithea feels torn because she wants to learn about commoners more, but doesn't seem comfortable talking to people who steal coins off dead people, which same

What's that ?

A support where she can be more than "i'm not a kid but i love sweets"???

Lysithea of course wants to know about commoner sweet

I'm relieved, I thought I wrote her character off too fast.

I mean, hopefully this game corrected her Ignatz support, but... offering Ignatz the opportunity to do whatever he wants in Ordelia is a bit moot, he became a knight to please his family. So, even if he lives in Ordelia, imo, he'd still want to please his family and remain a knight? Or being in Ordelia means he will stop giving a fuck about their wishes, and his debt to Lorenz?

Lys offers to use her status and privilege as a noble (but i thought nobles bad) to give him the means and opportunities to do what he wants, and if she ends up as a commoner, she will help him become a merchant, the very thing he said 15 seconds earlier he didn't want to be.

Oh well, a Lys support through and through.

Wait, what the fuck, Claude. His "defense" against Sylvain accusing (rightly so) Claude of invading his home and murdering his parents is that "we're all risking our lives here."

I made a meme post about this lol

Golden Wildfire Ch 12

My thoughts below. So, about Claude . . .

MAIN STORY

Please just tell me I don't have to kill Felix, Ingrid, Sylvain, Rodrigue, Annette, Gustave, Mercedes, Dedue, or Dimitri :(

Oh, Arval. Forgot about all of that lamo.

Are we circling back to TWSITD and the origins of Shez's powers? It really hasn't played any role in GW so far. In AG, Shez brings it up all the time (with Dimitri always saying it doesn't matter) and in SB the whole "we only promoted you bc we don't trust your power, sorry now we do" thing.

Nadar . . . doesn't want us to call off the attack. He's really a bloodthirsty jerk, isn't he?

Is Claude JUST now figuring out that taking out the Kingdom is a bad idea for the Alliance?

At least Claude's not stupid enough to not realize Edelgard won't take over the Alliance next. Begs the question then, why?

That's what I mean. This is all potentially interesting, I just think Claude's plans are all really stupid.

So, Claude sided with the Empire because he hates the church that much and actually believes all that shit? Or does he really think Edelgard will stop her war when Rhea's dead? (because she definitely does not in Houses when Rhea's captured in her prisons)

I DO like this for Dimitri though. I'm REALLY curious to see what he does. Is it too much to hope that he'll dump the church to rescue his people from war?

IDK, I just love the idea of a Dimitri willing to sacrifice anything - even his sense of right and wrong (since leaving Rhea to die when all she's done is help him IS wrong) to spare his people pain.

But I'm predicting he'll be too stubborn or not trust Claude or Sylvain furious at his father's death will ruin it

But it's also really cool to see Dimitri kinda backed into a corner with no "good" way out.

I can forgive Hopes giving Edelgard a boring af plot, writing Claude like a moron, and making me kill Blue Lions members, but if they miswrite Dimitri here (or Sylvain, kinda worried about that too tbh), I'm really going to be pissed

Also, like if Claude's plan is really just to gank Rhea to stop Edelgard's rampage, that means he really did all this twisting around just to try and stop one woman's murder rampage - why not just, like, take her out? If this is all really about the least death possible, isn't assassinating Edelgard the fastest way to keep more people from dying?

God, please, please, please have Dimitri dump Rhea to spare his people (I'd feel awful for Rhea, but I really, really hope Dimitri proves to be someone who would spare his people any pain, even at the expense of himself - when he's sane at least lamo).

On the flip side, I'm dying to play GW. It's plot may not make any sense and my opinion of Claude has tanked, but you can't say it's not entertaining.

LORENZ & LEONIE B SUPPORT

Kinda sad they only go to B. They were cute together in Houses. Seems some of the ships got turned up to 11 and others got dialed down.

Lorenz is contemplating his existence in a world where commoners don't rely on the nobility.

He's struggling to see from the commoner's POV, so he wants a commoner to serve as an advisor. Honestly, Lorenz, pretty good call.

The way Lorenz talks about Leonie and her choices, it makes it sound like history was trending towards commoners and nobles not being so rigid without Edelgard doing anything.

Leonie turns down Lorenz's offer because she wants to be a mercenary.

LORENZ & MARIANNE A SUPPORT

Lorenz wakes up after getting injured. Marianne thinks it's her fault, which I saw coming.

Lorenz thought he imagined Marianne asking for help, but she actually did.

Marianne realizes she wanted to live, hence why she called for help. So she's feeling guilty that the end result is Lorenz got hurt.

Lorenz is encouraging and is happy Marianne opened up to him.

Honestly, a better support for him than a lot of the Hopes ones.

CAMP/SIDE MAPS

Balthus is . . . really hung up on the idea of wrestling Dimitri, isn't he?

So some NPC talked about how the Kingdom is getting attacked on all fronts. I can't be the only one who finds it amusing that Dimitri with his smaller army and surrounded by enemies is doing a better job than Edelgard with her massive one lol.

When Hapi proves way smarter than Claude, knowing how massively stupid Claude's plan of "let's kill everyone they love and then force whoever is left over to listen to us! I'm sure they'll be thrilled." Hapi's like, eh, not sure this will work.

Man, Ashe is just miserable when you recruit him. I do find it kind of heartwarming in a weird way how miserable all the recruitable Lions end up being (even in Houses, moreso than the other houses at least). Ashe and Felix taking the cake, but Mercedes was regretting her life choices the last SB chapter too.

Aww, Yuri is worried about Ashe and finds Claude cruel for forcing him to fight against the Kingdom.

Holy shit, Shez really spitting facts to Claude's face, telling him his plan is a giant disaster (Dimitri won't fall for intimidation tactics, and Edelgard won't stop attacking people even after she runs out of excuses.) As insufferable as all of the Golden Deer are in this game, at least we've got stuff like this pointing out how cruel and stupid they're being.

Lamo, take only one unit into the map, as if that's a challenge. I literally only use Lorenz. This'll be easy in AG too bc Dimitri's such a beast. Dreading it in SB though.

Annette is still alive here at least :( And Rodrigue. And Gustave. (we're with the Blue Lions discussing Claude being ... GW!Claude)

Sylvain thinks Claude's an idiot lol. Dimitri and Sylvain are sussing him out.

I love how Dimitri is the only character who's goal is to avoid bloodshed among the lords. The other two are, uh, yeah.

Oh.... is Dimitri actually going to run over the church? Like I wanted? When Dimitri's the best character in GW lol.

Dimitri looking out for Sylvain, knowing how angry he is with Claude.

I had to fight Ingrid :(

SHEZ & LYSITHEA A SUPPORT

Lysithea catches Shez assuring a younger girl that she doesn't seem like a child, but an adult.

Predictably, Lysithea gets angry, because it's Lysithea, but to be fair, she's upset because Shez said the same thing and thinks Shez is being insencere.

Shez admits that it's not cool, what she did, but she's bad at advice and keeps using the same lines she's learned from stories lamo. I love Shez.

Honestly, Lysithea is kinda right to get mad here, at least I get it unlike some of the times with her.

Lamo, Shez can borrow another line from a story. I'm gonna piss her off bc I can lol.

Lysithea buys it. I wonder if it's the same line lol.

SHEZ & SHAMIR C

Having mercenary talk. I had Shez choose to ask for help. Shamir offered once she's free.

Shez comments how mature Shamir is. Shamir comments how relaxed Shez is (but it's a positive thing, not like a judgment).

They bond over having lost trusted allies, including the ones at the beginning for Shez.

Kinda boring, but honestly these two are almost too well matched, like not enough tension and just too normal lol

LYSITHEA & HILDA A

Hilda wants to gossip, but Lysithea only goes on about how awesome Holst is, so she's not interested.

She thinks he should be more careful as head of household, but Lysithea points out that he has no choice.

Hilda is worried who Holst is married. There's an ick here where Lysithea thinks that's because he's too focused on Hilda.

Hilda just talks about who Lysithea might marry, which, yeah...

Hilda offers to help Lystheia out, and some, um, implications that she'll be Lysthesia's new family - she says big sister, but there's def some ship teasing

They made Hilda really flirt with all the girls this time lol

CLAUDE & HAPI B

Hapi finds Claude easier to talk to than Edelgard and Dimitri.

Props to Hapi for telling Claude not to unload his trauma on her.

Hapi's like if you're bitching, why not just quit? Lamo.

Hapi says she'll support him.

MARIANNE & BERNADETTA A

Honestly don't remember if I've seen this in SB already or not.

Bernie likes Marianne's painting, but not her own. This is true vice versa, because of course it is.

Marianne compliments Bernie's horsemanship.

Two shy girls compliment each other, then get shy.

Then Bernie asks what Marianne wants to do after the war and Marianne becomes a Disney princess, wanting to sit in the woods with animals. Bernie wants to finish a story. Honestly, both girls picked amazing options I too want.

Bernie's story is about Marianne lamo. But Marianne isn't mad, she just wants to read it.

I really find their friendship cute, ngl.

Also, Bernie supports Dimitri, so there's no way she's NOT writing fanfic about his life because it's a never drying well there.

LORENZ & RAPHAEL C

Lorenz asks Raphael why he didn't just stay at his family's inn instead and joined the war instead

Raphael wants to keep his family safe, and thinks that following Claude will bring peace to the world (lamo) so that's why

Lorenz is more grounded, saying that all he's doing is exposing his family to the dangers of war

Which, Lorenz isn't wrong, but he also starts prattles more about nobility need to do everything and commoners nothing

But like, does Lorenz really think you can make an army out of nobles only, because, like, that just doesn't happen

Raphael is touched lamo, thinking Lorenz is concerned

Raphael just challenges him to a muscles competition

It is amusing to see Lorenz try to give his spiel and Raphael just keeps doing his own thing

Like ALL of Lorenz's supports in this game is this though, he's more repetitive than Bernedetta at this point

LORENZ & CONSTANCE A

Lorenz is bragging about himself, Constance is in the sun so she's . . . not

You know, I was thinking just how insufferable Lorenz would be in my playthrough because he's like 10 levels ahead of everyone, a god on the battlefield, always MVP - he like trounces everyone so he's be bragging and he'd be right - I wish Claude had to deal with this, watching Lorenz win the war for him and have to put up with Lorenz being Lorenz over it

They overdid it a bit with her sunshine personality - like Dimitri and Marianne are very realistic about a lack of self-worth, but Constance just comes across like a joke (and maybe that's all she's supposed to be)

Poor Lorenz is just confused and wants the normal Constance

I do have a soft spot for when male characters are desperate for the snotty side of a female character to come back (like, really just talking about Rutger and Clarine)

This is going on for too long though without any change

LYSITHEA & LEONIE B

Lysithea mistook a mercenary Leonie talked to for a bandit

But he's just someone who loot dead bodies on battlefields

I always found that kind of distasteful

Lysithea feels torn because she wants to learn about commoners more, but doesn't seem comfortable talking to people who steal coins off dead people, which same

Lysithea of course wants to know about commoner sweets

And Leonie talks about how they can't afford noble treats and likes commoner snacks (hopefully different from Chole's folk food lamo)

SHEZ & YURI C

Shez is snooping on Yuri's letter. I love that Shez is a snoop.

Yuri's pissed though, lamo. He threatens Shez's life though. That's a bit . . . much.

I'm going to pretend I didn't read it lol.

OMG YURI HAS A MOM. SOMEONE IN THIS GAME HAS A MOM.

She's ill so he was visiting her.

He's a bit needlessly sometimes.

IGNATZ & LYSITHEA B

Lysithea thinks there's something wrong with Ignatz.

She guesses right that he's unhappy, but guesses wrong that he wishes he ran his father's company instead of his brother.

He slips up that he admits he's only a knight to please his family.

Awww, Lysithea offers Ignatz the opportunity to live in Ordelia territory and does whatever he wants to afterwords.

She was actually really sweet in this support.

Also, anyone else realize that Ignatz is proof that the church/crests/inheritance isn't the one forcing children to do things they don't want to? It's human greed?

CLAUDE & HAPI A

Claude left a meeting because he was bored of people arguing. Hapi also left a meeting.

Oh, interesting, Hapi asks Claude if he would walk away if someone could take his place. Claude says no that he wants to get a lot done and can't let anyone else do it. So a really uninteresting answer.

LEONIE & LINHARDT B

Linhardt got a gift he doesn't want so he offered it to Leonie.

Lamo, Linhardt forgot the meeting he set up with Leonie.

He gives her a notebook already full, so she wants to give him something in return.

She gives him a rock that turns out to be part of an ancient relic and he gets thrilled.

Linhardt comes to the conclusion that they value the complete opposite things, but they decides they're actually not a special pairing lamo.

MAIN BATTLE

Ugh, not looking forward to this.

Wow, imagine that, the Kingdom isn't bringing them a welcoming party. Like, did Shez really expect that?

They're a bunch of psychos. They're all excited to go kill people because they're strong warriors.

"Let's see if a crushing defeat can get through Dimitri's thick skull." Because you like tried talking with him so many times before???

What is Claude smoking? He's never tried anything but bloodshed of innocent Kingdom people to accomplish anything in this route?

I see what people mean when they say this is one of the most unlikeable casts ever.

Gustave's middle name is Eddie. Not Edward. Eddie. Suffering through GW is worth knowing that.

Also, fuck, I don't want to fight Annette and Gustave, who are only defending their home.

Thank fuck, Annette retreated. Having SB flashbacks where I had to kill Annette. Annette.

And thank God that Gustave did too.

On the flip side, I sort of wish GW wasn't so wish-washy and they all died. At least SB has the guts to show there's consequences for your character's actions. But GW like to pretend only Annette and Gustave matter and it'll be ok to slaughter thousands of low born people of Faerghus every single level because they're not named.

Dimitri evacuated his citizens. I think he's literally the only lord who did that lamo. (I remember distinctly Edelgard not doing that in VW, and I don't think Claude did in CF or AM? Could be wrong about Claude).

FUCK. Dedue. If he doesn't retreat, I swear to God I can't finish this.

Oh, God, not Sylvain too.

Wait, what the fuck, Claude. His "defense" against Sylvain accusing (rightly so) Claude of invading his home and murdering his parents is that "we're all risking our lives here." I guess Faerghus is 2-for-2 whenever someone is actually allowed to criticize people who are invading them.

At least Sylvain retreated.

Dimitri appeared to defend Faerghus. I swear whoever wrote this game didn't care at all about the Golden Deer.

Oh, a cut scene. Also pretty sure Shez called Dimitri Faerghus' strongest soldier.

Well, at least Dimitri being an utter and complete badass in this game continues since Claude admitted that he could never win against him. And he needed Hilda and Lorenz to just push him back, not even defeat him.

Oh, great, more backtracking. Claude has to retreat. Does this mean I have to fight Dimitri again?

You're right, Hilda, it's the same thing all over again. God, this gets old.

It would be funny if it was the Empire, but it's probably just TWSITD. It's pretty funny Claude is the one who learns the least in Hopes vs Houses.

At least Annette and Sylvain are still alive.

Gotta love also how damn badass Faerghus is in general, fighting a 3-way battle and not losing.

Dedue is here too, my beloved.

I love seeing Claude taking another L and having to retreat again.

xxx

[orange-purifier]

//I look at everyone with their batters having trauma from their missions and puppeteers

Meanwhile over here it's just

Sitting in zone 0:

'Hey Mich? Wanna try seeing if we can get flowers to grow in the zones?'

"Absolutely! ::D"

//note: all batters are valid and I love them in this essay I will-

[luveline]

find you [tasm!peter parker x reader]

you get abducted and worry there’s no end in sight. your boyfriend peter parker rescues you. [1.3k]

warning: abduction, implied but not graphic psychological torture, hurt/comfort, reuniting, reader wears a skirt but no implied gender

requested here, thank you <3

Someone was touching you.

You curled in on yourself as best as you could manage, arms and legs too tired to move away from the probing hands. You attempted to cover your face and the manacle chained to your wrist restricted the movement, hand stopping short, metal clinking against the freezing stone floor.

You'd accepted a while ago that Peter wasn't coming to get you. Spider-Man couldn't save you - he'd no idea where you were. Your captor, unnamed, average looking and cruel, had assured you of this. When you'd begged early on to know where you were he'd mentioned that you were a few thousand miles outside of New York.

"Spider-Man won't find you. Sit tight, doll. You're with me for the long haul."

And now he was touching you. He hadn't before. He'd taunted and name called and withheld food for information you wouldn't give him, let you pass out from hunger and woke you up to watch him eat. He'd unlock the handcuff at your wrist once a day so you could use the bathroom. It was degrading. It was so sad. When you realised that Peter wasn't going to come and get you, you'd lost any willpower to go on. Better to crawl up in a ball and die on the floor than give the man who'd taken you any sick pleasure or perverse power over you.

You'd feared this moment. Evil men usually only wanted one thing, and if you wouldn't give him anything useful, he'd take something else.

You felt tears well in your eyes. The hands were at your shoulders, one pushing under your hair.

"Y/N," he said.

You stilled, too afraid to open your eyes. It was a trick. A game he was playing. Peter wasn't here.

"Y/N, are you alright? Open your eyes. It's me."

You whimpered, so tired it was barely a sound at all curling impossibly tighter. One hand pushed the hair at the back of your head flat to your scalp. "You're okay, baby."

"Don't…" you struggled for the words, face covered by one hand. You pressed your cheek closer to the floor.

"You're okay. Let me, I'm just going to check you over, okay?"

"No," you said, as loudly as you could manage.

The hands began searching anyways, turning your wrists over, pulling your shirt up. "Don't."

"I have to," he said, voice warped and high strung, "I have to."

Your skirt got pushed up from your bruising knees to your thighs. You cringed and felt your heartbeat shoot through the roof, tensing up. He pushed it down again.

"Alright," he said, having found nothing. He sounded so relieved it made you peek at him, and there he was: Spider-Man.

He must've heard your heart skip as he was suddenly turning to you, and although you still felt like it was a trick, felt so scared, it sounded like Peter. He was in the suit, your captor had never spoken to you so kindly, and it sounded like Peter.

You watched him through your fingers, apprehensive,

"Hi, baby," Spider-Man said, voice rough. You let your hand fall from your face. He edged closer to you. "It's me. It's me. It's me."

He said it like he was trying to convince himself of it, too.

"How'd you find me?" you whispered to him.

He seemed weary to touch you again but he shifted from his crouched position to kneel at your side. "I've been looking for you. I haven't stopped, I swear it to you. I never would've until I found you."

"How'd you get here?" you asked suspiciously.

He wasn't touching you now. "We're in New York."

You lifted your hand to his neck, hands so tired they shook. He was quick to realise what you were doing and thumbed the seam, pulling the mask off in one quick motion. You let yourself relax. Peter was perturbed by your sudden change in demeanour.

"Y/N?"

"It's you."

"It's me."

You smiled for the first time in days, maybe weeks, because it was him. It was Peter. He leaned over your chest, face blocking the heavy white industrial light from your eyes. The relief was tangible, your aching eyes opening properly for the first time in days.

You couldn't expend the energy to tackle him like you wanted to. Everything felt underwater, your movements sluggish as though your clothes were wringing wet and weighing you down. You felt his arm under your hand where you could reach it, trailing down to his gloved hands, squeezing his skin, desperate to feel it was him.

"Peter," you said, quietly. "Where is he?"

Peter frowned deeply. "Don't worry about him."

"He hit me. I- he was in my apartment."

"I know," he stretched his fingertips across your cheekbone, gentle against your mottled skin, "I'm so sorry."

"Why?"

"He wanted details on Spider-Man's secret identity."

"I didn't tell him who you were."

"Did he hurt you?"

Physically, no. You shook your head vehemently. "I'd never give you up."

"I know." The way he said it, it sounded like, I wish you would.

He jumped to his feet and took the chain in one hand. It was like pulling a hair from your head, you thought, how he pulled it from the wall. He was careful not to jostle you but the strength behind his action was enough to feel in your bones.

"Baby, I'm gonna pick you up."

"No," you said.

He stopped, hands stuttering at your armpits. "You can't stand. You can barely move."

You reached up. Your arms burned. Your hands felt disconnected at the wrist. You did it anyway. He took your hands, a question on his lips.

"Hug me?" you asked, voice so small. "Please?"

Peter was a rubberband pulled too tight. Your question had snapped him: he was quickly wrapping his arms around your back, pushing his head into your neck. He inhaled sharply, you could feel his chest moving against yours as you wrapped your hands around his neck as best you could, heaving with his ragged breaths.

"I'm so sorry," he said again. His eyes were hot on your skin, his lips a burn. "I'm sorry. I love you. I'm sorry," he brought his hand up to your neck, "I'll never let anything like this happen again."

"He was watching you. He followed us home," you told him.

"I know," he said. It was awful, the way he sounded. So sad. Defeated.

"He said I wasn't in the states anymore."

"We're in Brooklyn," he said, the words unfolding like a blooming flower against your tired skin, achingly comforting, "ten minutes outside Queens."

"I didn't think you'd ever find me," you said, your panic most evident.

He squeezed you so hard you worried you'd bruise or explode like a tube of toothpaste. A breathless groan felt pushed from your chest and he loosed you go, just enough to breathe.

"I'll always find you."

He pulled back to look in your face, hands on your cold cheeks, his own covered in tear tracks. "Do you understand me? I'll always find you. I don't care if you're ten thousand miles away. I don't care if I have to do it blind. You understand? I was never not going to find you."

You felt at this moment you would've cried had you any to spare. You covered his hand with yours and shut your eyes. "I'm glad. I'll persevere to stick it out until you do."

He kissed you fiercely on the temple.

"I'm gonna pick you up now, alright?"

You nodded, scooping his discarded mask up into your fingers. Peter lifted you into his arms, mouth barely opening as he said. "Alright, dove, don't you worry about putting your arms around me. I've got you. You just rest, okay?"

You pressed his mask to his chest with your eyes closed, the edges of sleep already creeping in. "Alright, Spider-Man."

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[rin-itoshi]

mc’s departure | obey me

summary: how the brothers would react to MC returning to the human world after a year in the devildom

contains: fluff , angst , ?!!!!&;@;&:idk

♯ LUCIFER

he’s the one to see you off, reminding you of the many things he had taught you so that you’d never forget.

his pride is much too large to admit that he will miss you to death and that he loves you dearly.

after you’re gone, he’s gone for hours at a time, holed up in his room with as much as work as he can take on.

he overworks himself with the intention of getting rid of the heavy emotion on his heart.

everything reminds you of him, even the paper clip on his desk that you had once found under his bed.

he gets easily irritable, feeling rather empty now that you’ve gone and left him alone in this now quiet house.

barely leaves his room, only works.

never cries but gets quite emotional when he finds a belonging you left behind.

♯ MAMMON

he cried every single night up until your departure but never showed you that side of him once

after you left, he cried non-stop, not caring if he looked like a cry baby in front of his brother’s who watched him with pitiful eyes.

once his eyes dried up, he soon never returned home as he partied all day and night.

he forced himself to attend parties after parties in order to forget about you.

it never works because everything reminds him of you.

sometimes he sits in his car and just stares into space, wondering what you’re doing now that you’re back on earth.

literally cannot stand the mention of you or your name or he may break down.

pretends to be okay but can’t go a day without getting upset about your absence.

money soon becomes pointless when he realizes no amount of cash will bring you back to the house of lamentation.

♯ LEVIATHAN

curled up in his bath tub and cried himself to sleep.

stopped leaving his room in general, continuously playing games all day and night.

couldn’t look at his ruri-chan figures because they somehow reminded him of you and how much you used to admire them with him.

every inch of his room has your touch on it and it makes his heart ache painfully.

struggles to attend online school but manages to make it through the day by zoning out in class.

claims he doesn’t care about a normie like you but genuinely misses you

sends you messages, forgetting you can no longer contact him without your D.D.D

writes about how much he misses you on his blog fully aware you’ll never see it.

♯ SATAN

reading. that’s all he does.

he hides in his room and reads every single book he has stacked up along his room, even rereading them if he finished everything.

uses books to get his mind off of you—or more so the lack of you.

will sometimes get excited about a stray cat he sees but stops himself when he realizes he can’t tell you because you aren’t here.

gets angry. a lot.

the smallest things set him off and he can longer feign a smile when he hears your name or anything related to you.

he misses you so much that he wants to tear out his hair and rip apart all these book page by page.

his room is in shambles and he can’t seem to think straight anymore.

♯ ASMODEUS

loses his interest in everything.

forgets his skin care routine and lets himself go without caring about it.

forces himself to go to parties and tries to sleep with someone to feel better but when it fails, he stops sleeping around in general.

like mammon, he doesn’t come home often to avoid seeing the house he had lived in with you happily.

cannot forget about you no matter what he does, and that frustrates him the most.

wishes he had done something to stop you or at least slept beside you one last time.

neglects himself for a while.

♯ BEELZEBUB

poor bby isn’t hungry for once.

can’t seem to eat now that you’re not sitting beside him, giggling about something he had said.

spends a lot of his time doing weight training and exercising to get his mind off of you.

misses all the meals you used to make on the nights you were in charge of cooking.

sometimes forgets you’re not around whenever he’s about to go downstairs to eat dinner.

clings to belphie in hopes to fill the gap in his heart.

accidentally broke down your room door in an angry fit when your absence finally set in.

♯ BELPHEGOR

either he sleeps even more or somehow gets less sleep.

no matter what, he feels sluggish and blank.

locks himself in the attic, almost as if he was never released in the first place.

even though he hated humans, your absence affected him the most after he had grown to love you as a human.

nearly went demon mode on diavolo when he found out that you were being sent back to the human world.

partially wishes he never met you but cherishes his memories with you too much to ever wish for that wholeheartedly.

sleeps in your bed often to hold onto your lingering scent that was fading quickly.

complains to beel that you were nothing but a stupid human who turns their backs on demons like them, but he never means anything he says.

“Why is it so quiet in here?” Diavolo asks as he opens the front door of the House of Lamentation with Barbatos at his side. The man’s golden eyes scanned the entry hall, noticing how it was so eerily dark and quiet that it almost felt like something out of a horror movie. It felt like no one had lived here in over two thousand years. “Hello?”

Upon receiving message from Diavolo, everyone had exited their rooms for the first time in a while, looking like they were dragged through the mud. The state they were in made Diavolo jump with surprise, shocked to find that even Lucifer looked like he was ill. “What happened to you guys?!”

“What is it that you need, Lord Diavolo?” Lucifer asked as he ran a hand through his hair to compose himself a bit in front of the red haired man. “If is nothing important, may I kindly ask you to leave and return another time?”

Diavolo sighed, shaking his head lightly as he crossed his arms over his chest. “I don’t know what’s up with you guys, but I brought everyone’s favorite person along with me so sing your praises now!”

Mammon huffed, “If ya’ talking about that butler of yours, ain’t nobody care right now! We got bigger things to worry about!”

Barbatos simply smiled, taking no offense to the sly insult thrown his way.

Diavolo cocked a brow in confusion. “What? Of course not! It’s-“

The person stepped out from behind Diavolo, catching the attention of every single male in the room. The seven brother’s choked, staring at the one person they had longed for these past few days.

“[y/n]!” They shouted in unison, practically flying down the stairs to get to you. Mammon was the first to reach you, wrapping his arms around your entire body as he tackled you to the floor. The other brother’s climbed on top of you two, hugging you so tightly that you feared this would be where you’d die. “You’re back!”

Diavolo chuckled boisterously. “This is amusing! You lot are acting like you didn’t know they’d return today!” His laugh came to an abrupt stop when he saw the flat expressions coming from each and every brother. “Oh- Did I not inform you?”

“Obviously you didn’t.” Belphegor scoffed with a roll of the eyes, burying his face in the crook of your neck to inhale your scent. “[y/n]...”

“Ya can’t ever leave again! I’ll seriously get angry at ya if this happens again! Ya either go to the human world with me or ya don’t go at all!” Mammon snapped, cupping your cheeks while getting dangerously close to your face to yell at you.

“I’ll severely punish you if you ever leave this manor without giving me a heads up as to where you’re off to. You’re not just an exchange student anymore. You’re special.” Lucifer explained, a panicked glint in his tired eyes as he reached out to pat your head gently with his gloved hand.

Satan sighed, pressing his forehead against your back. “If you leave again, I don’t know if I’ll be able to control my emotions, so don’t leave.”

The avatar of lust whined loudly, “my beautiful self can’t handle a life without you! Don’t ever go anywhere without me again!” He clutched onto her waist tightly.

“Don’t... Don’t go anywhere.” Leviathan said with a sad frown on his lips as he held your hand, bringing it up to rest against his cheek. “It’s so empty without you.”

“Let’s eat dinner together, [y/n].” Beel suggested, his voice full of emotions as he drooled at the thought of dinner with you.

A million emotions ran through your veins as you sat there, basking in the warmth of their touch. It was overwhelming to receive so much love all at once but it was amazing.

A smile slowly crept onto your lips as you leaned into their touch, enjoying the way they clung to you as if you’d disappear any moment now. “I missed you guys, too.”

“What a lovely reunion!” Diavolo exclaimed happily, snapping a view blurry photos on his D.D.D to send to the group chat later.

After the heartfelt moment, they quickly disappeared upstairs to fix up their appearance before rushing downstairs to the kitchen where you stood. They clung to you like bugs to a light, hounding you about your sudden departure, only to find out that you had gone up there with Diavolo and Barbatos to help the man experience human world activities he had never gotten to try before. Diavolo was sure he had told them that but seeing as they were genuinely distressed, he assumed the message never reached.

Even though they were beyond pissed with Diavolo and his carelessness, they were just glad you were back. Them being here with you really was their idea of a perfect life.

a/n: UH YEA K GOODNIGHT

[veritasumbra]

our arrangement. as if mor has had an actual say in the matter. she had no idea she was betrothed until that engagement party disguised as a regular one.

that day, she’d forced a smile as people congratulated her on an upcoming marriage she’d never wished for herself. her heart was pounding as her eyes searched the room for the servant girl that occupied her thoughts. the lovely briar was nowhere to be found. she found azriel, though, hazels darkening as he glares at—— keir. oh no. she knew what would happen if she didn’t stop this. it was not that she didn’t wish her father dead — she very much did wish him gone. but azriel had finally been torn away from the illyrian war camp that had brought him misery and he’d managed to get appointed as the princess of the night court’s personal guard.  there was no way she was gonna let him ruin his life. not like this. not for her. but before she could make her way through the crowd and get to him, rhys had placed a hand on the shadowsinger’s shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze. she’d nodded at her cousin to thank him for handling the situation before she’d been dragged away by her mother adalind who’d drug her sharp nails into her arm all the while smiling at their guests. she’d then whispered to her ear that her little friend would be as good as dead if she even thought of running away with the lesser fae that he was and make a fool of this family. her mother should’ve kept her mouth shut. because she’d unknowingly planted a seed in her daughter’s clever brain. maybe freedom wasn’t so out of reach. maybe there was a way out of this engagement after all. she couldn’t do this to azriel (she cared too much for his safety and she knew he wasn’t interested in anyone that way), but there were plenty of illyrian warriors out there who would be excited to bed a virgin high fae…

he says she’s a smart girl. it feels condescending coming from him. girl. as if he knows that’s who she becomes when he walks in. without looking, she feels azriel (still hidden) moving closer. she gazes his way from the corner of her eye, sending a silent command. he retreats. she calls the shots. always. that doesn’t stop him from being restless, though. he’s battling his own emotions whilst feeling hers as well. on top of that, he’s got a traumatic past with fire —and the scars to prove it— and standing in a room with a fire wielder does him great disservice. 

they both still at his answer. of course, it’s no surprise eris wants the crown. no. what stunned them is how he wishes for his mother’s freedom. and how he’s willing to plot his father’s murder to achieve it. mor leans back, summoning a satisfied grin once the shock has melted away from her face. ❛ oh, eris dear, be careful or i’ll actually believe you have a heart. ❜ she pouts, leaning closer, the palm of her hand laying flat against the map. ❛ and yet you were willing to let me die because i chose freedom over you… ❜ this doesn’t add up, her inner voice whispers as she studies his expression. ❛ you cannot say you never wished for this marriage whilst spitting your venom about how disrespectful i have been of this arrangement and then leaving me to die in your woods. ❜  what he says doesn’t make any sense. she’s angry and lost and desperate for answers. ❛ you don’t get to say you punished and saved me all at once! you could’ve reached out, you could’ve sent someone. anyone! to help me or finish me off or whatever, but you did not. tell me why! ❜ she’d grabbed him by the collar, yanking him closer. she’s done playing games. she waited too long to let him play her like violin. she’s not a scared little girl anymore. she is the morrigan. the brown color in her eyes has melted into a mesmerizing gold. like ichor. the blood of the gods. the ravenshades fancy themselves has descendant of war, wisdom and fate personified. nowadays, most people think they’re just delusional and power hungry, for no one alive has seen the displays of such power. but maybe the tales of their divine heritage were true after all.

❝ your attitude toward our arrangement did not necessitate such respect. ❞ eris says this as a formality, even if he does not truly mean it in its cruel entirety. in private, he can admit he did not much care for her tryst with the illyrian. nor the offence it had wrought to his name, but beron had been livid, and so eris had issued a statement and called off the engagement. her command now, then, is no less sharp than a knife, cutting him from mind to rib, spilling the secrets he’d buried away in the coffin of his heart. jaw is clenched, hazel eyes narrowed; he does not want to explain himself to her, because it is a ghost of a past and because it does not matter, and because he’d rather have her hatred fueling his reputation. ❝ you're a smart girl. you must realize that, had i welcomed you, we would both have been bound by an obligation neither you nor i wanted, and your brief stay would’ve been extended. ❞ it’s as veiled a statement as he can manage, whilst forced to divulge honesty. he does not tend to dwell on that day – his decision had been practical. in the deepest recesses of his mind, he might even admit he had been doing her a kindness. death would have been a fate kinder than being a lady at autumn.

the shifting dark curls into the corners, for the walls have eyes and ears. it is an indignity, he realizes, for it is not just mor he is entertaining with these tales, but rhysand's shadowsinger, too. he cannot decide whether he finds the gesture infuriating or intriguing, or both, and he reminds himself he'd come in good faith — he needed the night court's aid as much as they required his insight, so he endures. one leg crossed over a knee, the prince leans back and rests his chin in his hand, the portrait of arrogance. a sigh is ripped from his throat before he responds to her prompt, ❝ i'd rather avoid a war that leaves me playing two fronts, between prythian and my father. most of all, i’d rather be governing the court with my rightful title, beron's head on a plate, and my mother freed of him. ❞ try as he might to shape his answers into political remarks and discussion on the precarious situation with the mortal queen and his father's alliance with her, which remained the primary topic of this exchange between him and the night court, he had been unable to swallow back that bit of vulnerability.

giving the morrigan any shred of leverage over him gave her entire court, in turn, a bargaining chip to play him. slivers of flames dance in his irises, though he douses his anger and smelts it into a practised nonchalance, 'lest he gifts her more of his dignity. ❝ i would not debase myself to your court, as i do now, for anything less. ❞