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victorluvsalice · 2 years ago

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AU Friday: Valicer In The Dark -- Character Playbooks

My Valicer In The Dark AU (where I put Victor, Alice, Smiler, and related characters into the setting of Duskwall from Blades In The Dark) also features in my upcoming Valicer PolyShip Week shenanigans, so I figured now was a good time to remind you of its existence and give you some more details on it -- specifically, a look at what I’ve come up with for the various “playbooks” (the BitD equivalent of a character sheet), both individually for Alice, Victor, and Smiler, and communally for their crew! Here is how my little gang is all statted out --

Alice:

Playbook Type: Cutter (the hard hitters and melee fighters)

Heritage: Akoros, born in Duskwall – daughter of the late Dean Arthur Liddell of Doskvol Academy (College of Immortal Studies)

Background: Labor – former dogsbody of the Houndsditch Home for Wayward Youth

Point Spread:

Insight: Hunt, 1 Study, Survey, Tinker

Prowess: Finesse, 1 Prowl, 2 Skirmish, 1 Wreck

Resolve: 1 Attune, 1 Command, Consort, Sway

Cutters automatically start with 2 Skirmish and 1 Command -- Alice is decently good in close-quarters combat (a combination of all the mental practice in Wonderland and genuinely having to scuffle with some overly-forward folks in Charhollow) and has a little experience in getting people to listen to her (we’ll say it’s from wrangling the kids in Houndsditch). She got four dots on top of that to assign in other places -- I gave her a bit of Study to reflect her background as the daughter of a respected college dean; a bit of Prowl because she’s learned the value of moving quickly, quietly, and skillfully; a bit of Wreck because she can really smash things up when given enough provocation; and a bit of Attune because I suspect Wonderland actually makes her a little more sensitive to the arcane forces within the city (her hallucinations sense things before she does).

Starting Special Ability: Not To Be Trifled With – can push herself to perform near-superhuman feats of physical force or take on up to six people without penalty (like fighting off a bunch of Bluecoats trying to wrongfully arrest her and her new friends for murder).

As for future special abilities, from the Cutter playbook I already have in mind Vigorous, which allows her to heal faster and better (since I already have her healing surprisingly well as a headcanon in general), and Bodyguard, which gives her +1 die to resist any consequences while protecting a teammate, and +1 effect to any rolls regarding gathering information about potential threats (Alice takes protecting those she cares about VERY SERIOUSLY). I’m also going to borrow one from the Lurk playbook (the sneaky-sneak ones), The Devil’s Footsteps, which would allow her to push herself to perform superhuman feats of athleticism or dart around in such a way as to get her enemies to attack each other (which would handily cover her quad-jump in Wonderland!).

Friend and Rival:

Friend: Nan Sharpe, the madam of the Mangled Mermaid brothel in Silkshore – practical, a bit hot-headed, and with a low opinion of most people, she encourages Alice to keep her head in the real world

Rival: Pris Witless, former nurse at Rutledge and current drunk in Charhollow – nasty, servile, and a slave to the bottle, she has extorted Alice for money in the past by threatening to spread rumors that Alice herself was responsible for her family’s death

Vice: Obligation – to her former Houndsditch charges in Charhollow, and to Nan Sharpe; Alice indulges by checking in on them and helping them out when she can.

Special items:

Fine hand weapon: One load – at the very start, this is a good-quality kitchen knife that Alice took to carrying around for protection; shortly after they form their crew and get his stuff back, Victor commissions a more exact replica of her Wonderland Vorpal Blade for her, which she cherishes dearly

Fine heavy weapon: Two load – I’m still figuring it out, but this HAS to be a Duskwall-appropriate version of her Hobby Horse from A:MR

Scary weapon or tool: One load – this should probably be a variant on the Jabberwock’s Eye Staff?

Manacles and chain: Zero load – Alice maybe steals these off one of the Bluecoats who tries to arrest her, Victor, and Smiler for the murder of Barkis? (Or I might change it out for the nice lockpicks the Lurk gets. Either one!)

Rage essence vial: Zero load – Ragebox/Hysteria mode in a bottle! Just stay out of her way

Spiritbane charm: Zero load – she probably had this from the start, as all smart citizens of Duskwall have one

Victor:

Playbook Type: Whisper (the ones most able to deal with the ghosts and arcane threats)

Heritage: Akoros, born in Duskwall – son of William Van Dort, owner of Van Dort Fish

Background: Trade/Noble – son of VERY RICH cannery owner from Nightmarket

Point Spread:

Insight: Hunt, 1 Study, Survey, 1 Tinker

Prowess: 2 Finesse, 1 Prowl, Skirmish, Wreck

Resolve: 2 Attune, Command, Consort, Sway

Whispers start with 2 Attune and 1 Study -- Victor is quite sensitive to the arcane and the ghostly thanks to his experience with Emily, and he’s a bookish sort. For his other four points, I gave him a bit of Tinker (to go with my headcanon that Victor does like to fool around with mechanisms and such from time to time); a bit of Prowl because he can be quite sneaky and slippery when he wants to be (he kept out of sight of Emily for a good while in the Land of the Dead in canon); and a good amount of Finesse because that seemed to be the action that went best with his canonical skills of being an accomplished pianist and artist (”dexterous manipulation” and all that).

Starting Special Ability: Ghost Mind – always aware of supernatural entities in his presence, +1d to gather information on the supernatural (Victor got this from being yanked into the ghost field by Emily and forced to stay there for an entire day and a bit; he finds it both helpful and worrying).

As for future special abilities, from the Whisper playbook I know I want Strange Methods, which gives him better results when inventing or crafting anything with arcane features and gives him a free special formula (I’m using this to cover him figuring out how to infuse insects, in particular moths, with electroplasm so as to create glowing versions that can help grow crops), and Warded, which allows him to expend the “special armor” box on his sheet to resist a supernatural consequence or help push himself when fighting against or using arcane forces (I’m picturing this as a special coat he makes with Elder Gutknecht, with all sorts of strange glyphs and symbols on it). And once again, I’m also tempted by something on the Lurk playbook, Ghost Veil, which would allow him to push himself to partially shift himself into the ghost field for a few moments, becoming shadowy and insubstantial (and able to increase the effect -- like become invisible, float through the air, and make it last longer -- if he takes more stress -- because come on, that’s just COOL, and does cover him being part of both the real world and the ghostly one well).

Friend and Rival:

Friend: Samuel “Bonejangles” Thatcher, an entertainer who also makes a living as a Whisper removing spirits from houses – showy, friendly, but with the ability to hold a grudge, he actually knew Emily in life, and when he learns Victor helped her get revenge on her killer (even at the cost of her ghostly “life”), he is only too happy to give Victor a hand with Whisper-related stuff

Rival: Nell and William Van Dort, Victor’s parents – conceited, determined, and less socially adept than they think they are, they are furious with Victor for “ruining a good marriage” and “running off with some strangers from the wrong side of the tracks” and determined to drag him back home and bring him to heel

Vice: Weird – Victor studies the strange and unusual now under the tutelage of Elder Gutknecht, the Reconciled spirit whose former house they are now using as a lair in Six Towers; he indulges by having lessons with Gutknecht and doing meditation exercises and the like.

Special items:

Fine lightning hook (collapsible): Two load – Victor gets this strange collapsible rod with an electroplasmic loop on the end from Bonejangles as he’s trained in the ways of capturing spirits

Fine spirit mask: One load – Victor makes this himself, using the wings of dead moths and an old masquerade domino mask; the wings twitch and his eyes glow with ghostly pale light whenever he’s using it

Electroplasm vials: Zero load – Victor gets a LOT of these from just picking up after the ghosts in Six Towers, and he mostly uses them in his experiments to infuse insects with the stuff

Spirit bottles (2): One load – also from Bonejangles, to go with the hook and hold captured ghosts

Ghost key: Zero load – a gift from Elder Gutknecht, to open ghostly doors around the city?

Demonbane charm: Zero load – either from Bonejangles or Gutknecht, to help keep him out of sight of even more dangerous supernatural entities

Smiler:

Playbook Type: Sleech (Leech (tinkerer and chemist) with some Slide (smooth-talking manipulator) elements)

Heritage: Akoros, born in Duskwall – child of Dr. Kellard Kelman of The Sanctuary

Background: Underworld – good little cultist, relatively-newly-established drug dealer

Point Spread:

Insight: Hunt, Study, 1 Survey, 2 Tinker

Prowess: Finesse, Prowl, Skirmish, 1 Wreck

Resolve: Attune, Command, 1 Consort, 2 Sway

Smiler ended up being a little hard to stat out for me because of their combined status as a Slide and a Leech -- I wanted them to be the “tech person” of the group, while also being the most charismatic one. I ended up solving the issue by simply combining the starting stats of a Leech -- 2 Tinker, 1 Wreck -- with the starting stats of a Slide -- 1 Consort, 2 Sway. The remaining point I put into Survey as that’s the one that felt appropriate for “reading a room” and figuring out what people might want -- plus it wasn’t a stat Victor or Alice had, so it helped fill in a little hole in their skill set there!

Starting Special Ability: Alchemist – when inventing or crafting anything alchemical, they get +1 to the result level, and they start with one special formula already known (this is what pushed me to fully commit to combining the Leech and Slide playbooks, as I really wanted this for them -- it went well with their “drug dealer” backstory for this verse, and allowed me to start with them knowing how to make, what else, Joy Serum! XD)

As for future special abilities, I already know that I want Physicker from the Leech playbook, which would allow Smiler to act as the team doctor, tinkering with bodies to treat wounds and study maladies (allowing everyone to get +1d to healing rolls -- and healing is TOUGH in this game, so you want as many as possible!). And from the Slide playbook, I have in mind A Little Something On The Side, which gives them extra stash (personal cash) at the end of each downtime phase, to represent their continued sales of Joy Serum when they’re not doing jobs with Victor and Alice, and Mesmerism, which allows Smiler to Sway someone and then make them forget it happened until the next time they interact, which -- well. Part of The Smiler’s whole deal is hypnotism and controlling people, is it not? So yes, appropriate.

Friend and Rival:

Friend: Matthew and Carol Alton, their parents in the Advocates cult – cheerful, helpful, and totally devoted to their god, they are only too happy to lend a hand to their adopted child and their new friends (even if sometimes that hand is in the form of trying to get said friends to become Advocates and worship Mar-Mal)

Rival: Robert “Big Bob” Wickerman, a rival cultist – stern, hot-tempered, and charismatic, Robert leads the up-and-coming Beornen cult, which worships him as the mortal shell of their god and considers modern technology (in particular the use of electroplasm to create electricity) to be the source of the world’s ills. Bob and Smiler in particular hate each other because Smiler successfully hooked a few of his Beornen on Joy Serum, and Bob responded by trying to set the Advocates’ headquarters on fire

Vice: Pleasure – to seek happiness is worship unto Mar-Mal, and Smiler is a master at finding something to enjoy no matter where they are; they typically indulge in Six Towers by visiting Chef Roselle’s Golden Plum restaurant, where they regularly dine (and treat Victor and Alice) using the profits of their Joy Serum trade

Special items:

Fine tinkering tools: One load – a gift from their parents to help them with their crafting; contains tools appropriate to work on most spark-craft devices, and some basic chemistry kit stuff (vials, tubing, test strips for different substances)

Bandolier: One load – a strap of leather with pouches for three alchemical concoctions, which Smiler uses to store useful potions and such

Blowgun and darts, syringes: Zero load – Smiler had the syringes already for people to use to inject Joy Serum; the blowgun and darts come later for sneakier druggings

Gadgets: Up to three load – Smiler starts off with two they’ve made/adjusted, each at one load: a collapsible black-white-and-yellow spiral disc that spins when you activate its electroplasmic “battery” (Smiler uses this as a hypnotic focus for anyone they feel could benefit from a bit of trance), and a suitcase with fold-up legs and pull-out displays (Smiler uses this to carry their samples of Joy Serum and syringes and hawk them to the masses – it’s basically a traveling salesperson’s case)

Fine clothes and jewelry: Zero load/two load (if carried as a separate outfit) – this is actually a result of them stealing Victor’s stuff back; Smiler admires some of his clothes, and Victor promptly says “take what you want and have it redone to fit you.” So Smiler does and gets some fancy suits for fancy times

Spiritbane charm: Zero load – again, just standard issue in Duskwall

Crew:

Playbook Type: Shadows (the saboteurs, spies, and thieves), with maybe a bit of Hawker (the sellers of things) on the side

Name: The Three Pillars (I think Victor literally just blurts this out when asked by another gang, inspired by the fact their lair is in Six Towers and there’s three of them, and they roll with it)

Reputation: Tier 0, Rep 0, seen as Strange (they are a bit of an odd bunch)

Lair: “Gutknecht Bend” in Six Towers, the old home of one Elder Gutknecht, a former Whisper who, near the end of his life, found the secret to leaving his mortal shell to travel like a ghost. . .only for his physical body to die while he was out wandering and be taken away by the Spirit Wardens. On the plus side, his out-of-body experience seems to have helped him keep his sanity and become a “Reconciled” spirit instead of falling to the madness for life essence. The lair consists of an old boxy building with a right-triangle roof that served as Gutknecht’s living quarters, and a slightly-crumbling tower attached to said building with his library, workshop, and pet ravens at the top.

Hunting Grounds: AKA where the gang do most of their crimes...which is still being determined! Their first scores would take them to Charhallow to find a way to kill Bumby without leaving a ghost (or possibly just get evidence of his crimes to one of the famously incorruptible Inspectors in the Bluecoats; everyone WANTS to kill him, though), and to Nightmarket to steal Victor’s stuff from his house. Given I want them to be kind of heroes of the little people, though, I suspect they’d end up doing a lot of stuff in Coalridge, the industrial neighborhood, aiding the factory workers in fighting against cruel foremen and union busters.

Starting Crew Special Ability: I had a tough time deciding on this one at first, but after some consideration (done while writing this up, ironically), I’ve decided to go with Pack Rats, which turns the lair into a jumble of (possibly stolen) items and makes it easier to acquire an asset outside of scores (you get +1d on the roll) -- that feels appropriate for Gutknecht’s mess of a library in the movie!

As for future upgrades, Ghost Echoes is definitely on the list -- Victor learning a ritual to allow them all to see and interact with the ghost field of the city just feels like a natural progression of his Whisper training under Gutknecht! I also like the idea of them becoming Synchronized, which allows them to do a group action together and count multiple sixes from multiple people (like, both Smiler and Alice get a six) as a critical success, meaning they do even better when they work together. :) And from the Hawkers sheet, I’m tempted by Ghost Market for Smiler’s Joy Serum at some point -- figuring out how to prepare it so ghosts and demons can use it seems like an interesting project!

Starting Crew Upgrades:

Hidden – Elder Gutknecht’s house is not easy to find in the tangle of abandoned buildings in Six Towers, despite being relatively distinctive – Gutknecht kept it well-warded in life, and in death his presence has kept out the squatters, who tell people to avoid it (ironically, they’re warning people away from the one building in town that has a guaranteed friendly ghost in it). It’s a good hiding spot for three people accused of a very serious murder!

Training: Prowess – Upon being informed of their situation, Matthew and Carol Alton and their fellow Advocates were only too happy to help Smiler, Victor, and Alice hone some of the skills necessary to be a successful crew, such as how to handle things dexterously, how to move unseen when necessary, how to defend themselves in a fight, and how to destroy what should be destroyed. (In mechanical terms, the gang earns 2 XP instead of 1 when they train the “Prowess” XP track, related to these skills: Finesse, Prowl, Skirmish, and Wreck)

Cohort: Expert – Elder Gutknecht himself, who serves as their arcane expert and a teacher for Victor. He is an Occultist (being the ghost of a Whisper), is Tier 1 in quality, has the edge Independent (can be trusted to make good decisions on his own), and the flaw Principled (he has a personal code of ethics he won’t betray).

Workshop – Elder Gutknecht’s old lab and library – contains a number of interesting books on the occult, a well-appointed chemistry set, and a gadget-making bench. (And many many ravens.)

As for future upgrades, the first one on the list is Quarters, which...okay, technically the gang lives in the house before they get this upgrade, but it is far from comfortable. Getting the Quarters upgrade in this instance means they’ve finally cleaned up the house to a more decent state and have gotten themselves nice mattresses and such to sleep on. The Secure upgrade would also be a good idea -- putting actual locks on the door to start, and maybe helping Gutknecht upgrade his old wards once Victor’s skilled enough. And having the crew figure out Thief Rigging to give themselves two free load slots to carry around tools and gear would be handy too!

Favorite Contact: Ms. Plum, owner and cook at the Ball & Socket Tavern, a drinking establishment on the edge of Six Towers; popular among Whispers (Victor’s friend Bonejangles is the entertainment there). She’s a friendly sort and willing to pass along information she may hear, or direct them to people who may need their help.

Faction Relationships: I haven’t fully figured this one out yet, but I know the main relationship that they would have --

The Advocates: +1, Friendly – The Advocates are the worshipers of the forgotten god Mar-Mal, the Unending Smile, and Smiler is a member in good standing among their ranks (as is to be expected, given they were adopted by two members after running away from Kelman). They are only too happy to give a bit of aid to them and their new friends, especially if said new friends can be persuaded to join their ranks.

As for others, the Beornen of Wickerman would naturally be unfriendly, as would the Bluecoats. However, there’s a group of disgraced Bluecoats, called the Gray Cloaks, who hang out in Six Towers as well, looking for evidence to clear their names of a crime (burning down a watch house containing important documents in the case against one of the leviathan hunters) -- the Three Pillars might be able to forge some sort of alliance with them in the future! And of course I’m thinking I have to add the other Alton Towers coasters in at some point (preferably all as part of cults and secret societies of their own). It’s something I’m still working on!

Whew -- lot of information there, huh? But I hope you find it helpful for understanding what these versions of Victor, Alice, and Smiler are like. I mean, if nothing else, maybe it’ll inspire someone to take a look at Blades in the Dark...

#valicer in the dark au #valicer #blades in the dark #playbooks #long post #yeah formatting this thing was a bit of a pain #but I think it's clear enough!#and I was struggling with that stupid initial crew special ability for so long #so I'm glad that trying to work it out while typing this up helped me come to a conclusion #I always wanted Ghost Echoes but I didn't want it to be the FIRST one #that's something Victor has to work toward #I will probably try to figure out more faction stuff later #figure out cults and whatnot for the other coasters #there's a park with poisonous trees in the city #that seems up Thirteen's alley :p #anyway I hope you enjoy my rambling #one of my favorite activities #statting up characters for RPGs that I will never actually play with other human beings XD #queued

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libidomechanica · 6 months ago

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Whats one shame

A sonnet sequence

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Sweet voices mix with Ignorance courage to bow, innumerable of the sole unbidden thou hast thou, unskill’d his lady’s love did lay, the grass washed buxomry demands what other lambs unshorn, then wink awhile, the accord, a Cloud of Albany. The Blind man’s hands an airle-penny, my tocher’s mittens, scratch and bright be sleepy mead: mid look the royal blood. Sudden fire, hey ho! The graue conceits your hair, which she brides back. The winds are but that beach with each garden …. It’s a’ for thee. And to the childe to speak. Forget. Winter outside soon his honeyed embrace the wrinkled curtains: ’twas you. Stella, when the aged gossip dear, a dark father’s forming arms and before splendent sun hurried the reward, but yours, without, my Lucia. And hounds, ah! Print the Youngster’s lovers burns not importune take place to sleep, as I gazed, entranced, of hate? Time when Maud have I not know no more.

My all. At the sicken breckan, wi’ the same pond to Madeline, the wind; stranger, longer, or some piny mountain-top would feel not responsible. And does it he came many time of fix’d on the Deluge. If the beds the comely limbs composed, all charms have no fault in women gathered in? That, in Nature design’d. Leave an equals the land unembroyder’d with your look at light a country know she knew a woman thousand short of thee why, care not the first, where’er my feet warm all the evil turned unbathed, and bids my heart. As after love doth steeple sings. Then what every part!

Hast thou dost daily more famed for love’s greates the sullen-purple floor. Too with fear it came, ere I close of alter’d to rise that we walk’d away into the same, when, shall I cross before heading rose bright it best may be seen of buried ghost; he beside the honeyed embraced, and think’st by conquest, but to have all the Elves and be a bud again. The fact that today, I forgetting first his bed of all around, Sukey is turn them nor peer nor peer nor pale, nor mettled as bless and yet, never traveling tears. By a mossy stone, unmoved, she was open shoots amain. Then did maintain.

Betwixt a missal where from him my right: the churchyard shall ride our ain sweetest has a whale rises up, the deep Atlantic ocean wide hallow’d through my loue she her name appear where sits in the temperate mind. As laughing jest, but to be beloued, you see a light, and if you say that we spread our blank sadness survive not what it would dedicated, naked too alien to deplore, already gaping wind blows at glaring gal, the land be a guy but the Enemy’s Head; his Voice shall burn to light gaze o’er; and forbid! Is pence; stout once, and is barber. This is place was true.

On such expell’d those stones you stick’st not seen! Is every star, and the rest. Beat the white walls. The doom, and I touch of Venus burns not Heaven, and pale forever in her lookst babies had to be invite. Of all her throat, in depth of sleep, but he was spitting is at hand when the name forth in front of me before us, I am clad in the parts; they taught me Touch, kiss’d the moon has he put his staff, which is true bloody stroked my name should a seeker find thou cannot that you tell. And yet dear except for ever languish in my heart, and of our brain. Me wrong register an unswept stone!

Immortal parts run o’er, the burnt, who thou hast strains the beauty’s name; but the stairs, you in me am changed his world wanton will freeze, but by hour, and wel ymake. As if by hand, her poniard, had or must be said, the affair: some wretch my flying swords means this—this close secret said, the Sweetness like flies my heart-shap’d and brushed his pond to th’ pit; their beauties entred in every humour hair against us if we keep silence to approach shall we seize our task perforating shot these scenes my heard. Accept, dear fool! Before my own Idol, and implore; unmeanings of thee, Dear, with arts.

Burden of butter, I am the lovely tints are mine; pollutes the blue flames with things that can it denies his sire, strange shire, and by prodigious mastering conquered side of itself and Litter sauce; to that she moved with your faith, I bade my love! Whilst I alone walls; the free, but that we found, go through the day and keep my feet long, so fraught, and that blood bored his might not my passage present still please, to wherewith thee doth not so little step, the vista of years, so long when the deed: our task performed that seems, are to any, who seek the fight reason scanned, and for full with snow because of vermilion: and their teeth rotted his forth, the part in a queer sort of my lines you care a vessel I resigns the cheefe: the sculptur’d dead. See where either belly, buttocks, all the bloated was dry together like Daphne she, most wretched as he was the boom of your wall like thy fame!

I met her way the dying missing his wine, by mottled fired, all fixed regard on her woman, love no more way and once possess’d, nor let thy light yellowing stream, gives grant bank is all amort, the just paine, the death, if I lose than weeds.—Fairest maid, how soon be then his State, strong in the house, and lost for those fair, those tomb, our best her belly, buttocks, and brother’s store&wander the air, so by thee, in spikes, invades it. The pistils for there your self, That’s the game of the Banquet bids my heart such place: let no buzz’d while Abelard for all that sad, our home, thou hast the seas, suborn or no?

In the brutal kind. To-morrow is black in memory of unconfined each moment fell, plunged from alle this heare speak? Thinking out of meditation of June day gaily flew to show, that makes sure which to the village cars followed the rising has Joy been bless, from whence he bliss to hang nodding o’er, why choose yours, for managed hawk, nor blush’d, through but kindly driven, by breathe white this may never longed around his world with the cignet’s down wearing hand than my knee. In the spotless they call; but kind; why letters flower is no help I can: before all the lose tomb, a neighborhood may be.

Knew not with bloom could retired quietly, across the moors, cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo! He sank to heart though which someone with happy speeding bank of gold to any, who marriage presents, fast the spring. So now is best can get hence, and warmth he given over any wind then to chew the other place—stumbled on this dignify our signifies a brutes warm and rubies but keep the offer what I trust my doom, and two of us they were no more; by which our home, who hast their mere eyelid’s distant view; and where their wine, which none scape, began to their eyes have sought.

Spreads his hands of thee, from their due reward. And angels trembling tears. And that could raise of me, thy Mistress, below my heaven! In that can give you The foot we lay? Whose streets shouting up to your ear still, her has later she fled; and her heart. It happened one, Say, may live: they suffer thy face divine; has felt enormous in thee; or, if ought of the heart on fire, they light gleamed. Dear fatal fleshed that jigsawing us, as Fate no liberty began to the hill, their horse; and we whose engine recouers, but that never tires? Young Porphyro! Now warm gules on mankind. Singing, Die, oh!

How country-fair. Pass by—she heeded not to sway? Go sleeping thee, and still. Fare; nor long; the pallor that makes your third glass, and this immortality! For her slaves, a sleep in lap of loue, thy storm and her friends, to basely heat no more dissembling I know no beauty of the North will soothed, and like that time mine eternal woe, nor looks were be and one whose who like it is your own liking bullets from hevene it is abused. To be presumptuous lovely Rose,—tell me how—Good Saints! Beholding in my hand, as the ground; but stands erected with his Rhodian friend, and deserts led.

—If we tried: the Porter, in uneasy sprawl, and in her alone to the cottage, I dwell near at hand; that over-goes my lips that nest doth not so vigorously best of human, allow you sometimes she wounds were describably delicates her dying gales or on the couering ballad from falling or affright did I let my Loue vnkindnesse should fail and Stand; she neither throat, in moss; even if she comes you would tell his name; my eye-balls roll! And back and faint. Your money; and I’ll call the sky with vain spend shadows brow, and by promise she was hid the summer’s flown await Thee—Throne and when he turtle built nest. Beat through the houses are double row, without the world wanton ways beside this tumbled off with me the chapel aisle by force; she would run and sold a slave of low-thought the Lord of Life, the for I am amaze cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!

And open this, which I not feel ‘em most. With blood that lid, full-sloping lies! Obedient saint, and mind, and, as woman to cons that not five within a dungeons may best displayment. Like gentle cast, whom all had join’d in a lock without commands with a numerous issue, and this. Laid then by choicest furniture, hath his name forced the trees, they meet, these effect of love and stupid eyes see beautifully more worse the tables cooked. Book, whose dreamt of masonry, nor taste, nor peerless eyes confess’d with meagre face, then gird them sing organs lift her heads the sent, the soft; And still thing, in this thorn!

For each them and we were mixed with heavy tufts of human tear me from a larches gild the blue affray his there, bright back return see never chose, and there, where to approach’d thus doth say, into thee, clumsy hold; and breathes of toil and walls; then a heart; come, I weep ye by turns, and crispeth witless thine more I trust to sway? His army down, I find then tribute take place and faire, most to raise plainly this broad come with snow; yet thou appease. Close bestows, the force sufficient Beadsman’s arms, which would grace is a dove for some lips tremble the warbled along the City; nor Valiant, when restoring it back to her blissfully every line the retreat, whom alle thing too as would his world makes me, most cold, and well her prepares to seize his earth, and says beauty’s succeeds in natural order, and do fight, I cursed by degrees, first I met a little moors, no dream that he was Eloisa see!

So saying in this poor. And most frailty of tender, and rain, me of fix’d, but scorn to spirits of more to gladness with ambition, pulse that prayer, unless the peopled with thine of the fight, but wanton in his marriage, have spokes fell. With night content Sudden trout on the cove wits nor share only she place. Least ioy, by naturally chaste; to say that yourself to bear them make her roots to the Polish hear the fortunes of her self I cried, if Lucy cease touch they dismiss her cloth he people that celestial feast and more I must have loves receive a thorn, and each redeem there, Though the fire.

Of witch, I protest, proceed in peace and groan, and impious incense from my coldness melts in bliss to be drunkard. Sighing an old wives are every temple where he storm from please; he rode, he fed; but for its little hope that having you should tell me Lovers flow into howling we were fix’d repose; little maiden-head. What faculties, when you live in my love at straint, came vest than my thee, thyself and disclosed eyes to testify the room into those night, in depth of late the sturdy slavering lights, dawn, and day, or waters of Rhodes at my praised love and learn to wed a forbid.

Wilt thou, my love the Sheikh held barbarian, stay here; a witch, and go, though the heart such strenuous the passeth by; and, and then seen. Due reward, but in upon the aged man and my doom, and taste, and Off’rings of the bends his own skin. Between what every virtue they had to life supply as are waked her, full clear. How, for our life you see, we will be thought in the ship again. And owners of spring when I caught that prodigious mowing straint, came vestal’s lot! And the causes are prepared, the sea-coal, come let thy Impressionists do flow in the drew nigh those weak Woman’s knell.

Hand as are wooing is at war the fool within. Not one besmears my unconfined each encumbrance apace. In sighs to thee, vnto Diana, in her garden in dreamt I bore his charmed with debt: for thy pap well in love will wanton babes must wed the voice o’ Pity ne’er for thrown; we both night, out of the news, and you. A violets’ eyes; so much delight: and has plotted. So old woman go, whatever had a meaning of the death; and walked on the eye is me sigh’d for thee. Is He not—Continent care, and, brushed he fingers in humble prince the rising sense, and anyway it’s in my own.

Did all eares his countenance of your heart; or having piano, in the cheese and made him not feel most wretched woman go, where to gladness of desire, and then mine. And perish’d an Angela was the curtains of our sails; hoarse muse of all the mountain high disdaine, oft turning sun. And love were engraved in another than a two years, for Thee mine own humble; in the old Catoes breathless; all we say, if then share; and I wept both diffus’d awhile, the lute unstrung; else it were ever mournful Psyche, nor pray, and my grave unite, alike the brain and anchor dropped for the Beauty bright entice you great enough for a man impossibly for the deeps. Thus while thee with, Let us recall that, shattering deeply on the shy touched than my thumbs presumptuous acts infliction of wreaths at a short of the mud. And round it in thee to the other the heart? Mr.

The lover any where without I want is abuse. Should be good with ten-thousand times but not upon St. I wanna be your dream so pure repose: her compassionate to see her red cocktail dressed, or lull to thy charming near, had released: but somehow contagious. Hung over the million miles. How oft, when men through strings of sleep; here bright movement in the haunt of fortune Allah, who, moving load on his Cup, he laid out touched thing age will sit beside me …. And only live wits too crowd pursues your self, for ghosts, and the new as he was buried themselves do craving records vnto thee.

Of what louers. Long siege to the event; nor why they march, and cast a helplesse in June, I to her? Which is what thou forsake, as if by hand—the names with this I know. From the nuptial face, who dares not looked outbraves have an equals he stairs a dark thy restore; they stood ready spent they live, and, in heaven! Shaking out thy soul of Petrarch within his sharpest dart: withdrew the ruines of inflames the whirlwind’s Eyes, till peace a child! And when I’m next love-vexed, there is a thousand times the cliffs of Rhodes in his last to hurt her? Of witch, you but took his wilfu’ grief. Though I am, ’ he saith.

All finished make. We with waking he doth ache. Those tear’s in thy footprints, glistening to be diseased with mine own boy, who slips between the corner strife soon the victory confessing to drinking moon has shows you so fair; heap the ley, therefore you mayst take and me. The flower; like a birth till I could keep; He feels no raptures, of unholy joy: when the green an’ the ground. With fragrant boddice; by degree, that not stay, I forget, renounce me weep my parts conveyed; so well, as no other oath; and there’s no one to preach of earth these north clymes too crowd the first year, to welcome had heart.

Through many a door attend to joy the fight, a beauties charity! Approach shall place. Than the Frick which none sees! And we heard him down below, yet preferred his palm, like thyself to an ungrateful object higher, like a brow. This reaping, and beautiful lemon mistress’ brows like gentle cast, which the while he fence call my woes. But heo me wolle to me. To that followed the lips. Taking either I love; and wit he found here, ev’n thou art her? Courage early known betweene my green grass turning skies above the morning clear location slow, that, by a truce, because of company to St.

And such who, radiant in her who dares not country known name of the motion taught like a better not as the bile be all discover, from the thorn she sat in front of my gentle English the grain entrusted boots like a fly; I hid my loosely write, oh write me a long denies his lover, never her sire of her pass my eye was thou find when Old Love speak, and nothing that delight, grave, thyself at length he given ichulle forswore besmears my unconfined; whene’er for your own fire! But all are mine are our fists on what it was, shall fair ynough, and if we keeps chang’d! Heaven!

Seen in too soon—you’ll know. I do speak, the show. On homecoming hope, delight. To the idiocy or greed but loved you love and the sallow youth, with a stirring crowd pursues the blue spurt of drifted eye—the joy that needs her heart the tide? My heart; I said, and half before the bride, doubt, change my mistake? Rose, like a tree snapped rang hard enough, and is the night and saw my white. Having pious content, didst seem. Now we reach’d thus, by dying lay, there’s no opening the great black lot hold Time’s love; or if thou art, that makes breath. To this Earth responsible. The less he under why to lose.

I shriek, starts—but Dick was metamorphos’d quite forgot for to woe. Hearts folds and hath secure of fate some place me some banish’d love in rank of gold ye have and all thee; or, if thou dares not for Thee frown, chid her dream! The mind, whatever sung. His true defies, but sweetness survive not worthy such a tranquil night this heart of dread? Look off, the tenses can dissuade one pang of death I find the rude for her side the sculptur’d dead, on earth do scorn, like a child-bed taint. And chain-droop’d lamp is shows you were joined: these parts a distant war with trembling into his own, peace and ruin, the Bridegroom fair.

Three time-piece to mend, to mar the warbled alone, while troops disbanded, all cheating out the table-cloth of the spoken, but her how, upon holy bower and of our sameness are tedious hear aye thy fairest of time, chloris! And perish’d in his throbbings, and round his child it stands erect, and all the sweetheart of I was a catches him—then Roger turn my breast, and oh, ’tis true. Until your bones superstition grown domes with the heap that o’er the lamps& I’ll let your proffer which mans mind, with her goes, beneath such a scope to public view the Woman; nor all his the bridegroom fair.

Ay, in the Firmán of the royal right, soft, love-burdened shirt you want to do? Yet so thin, delight. The lilies of time is a zero vector, Love’s isle the counsel held him; till I poured his Vices from fright doth inventions howl But those state, it went to belong to the virgins hymeneals singing, Die, oh! When bereft as ever. For ever must take all around, ordain a cool and ever-blooming blow. More fond eye’s delight. Love, a sleeps again. Dawn will th’effectually like a noonday night, festive clarinet, But Oh! To liberty? Land: I was these words. And once in delight.

Save where either comely to be the accord, a Cloud of Arrow finely doe his eyes loue, though I have not thy Door; let no more caught in thine: to-morrow, and tender if I say thing, idle toys, amid they had to laughter. It come, and the day, the boggy summer’s spright be beloved you, you a debt, that some moved more delicious night! On me, most fairer Virtue, alas, no thorn; no leaves are waked; and, passions of her pale, nor God’s infliction, he laid the luring to herself shalt see: no time wouldst freely stir all part of their pupils like can write, the telling, is that to her.

Or if your bones, arms, neck, thighs I with his world let’s prove him, and do fight, it seem at such a stirring opens touching streams beneath that the table, and near they may ache in it and by you: not Caesar’s empressionists do the recouers. Thus did I let my measure passion, and white hand inclin’d— again sends in slumber did make me that August you witch, you are diuels in the soul. And Joy, who bounty and nature stood that this huckster pure; gold is the day. Quick to rectify your sweet and I was a pilgrim,— sav’d by the lasting of the city’s edge. Where to put my sockets to keeper ….

Even silence arose; the sword nor can hopes of her pure light light and godwit, if we’re lost, you must deny: while he fled, and my soul: come, I will shut very Day I wait. Could pierce Pasimond betrays me biel and gowan lurk, lowly, unseen; perchance cleared his was well. Love, I have a home I need blood by which Cupid with a tear: alas that it was, shall fixed regardless Eyes make mistake into thee back, and Self-esteem. That, then, stay here; a witchcraft is sent before us, I supports alone, to join the door at every wine and the just be against me laughter should have plugged rocks!

I heard, the same place in acrylic fur. Light, but still find those very form’d these, troubled hand; that which to the spoyle is euill as the house. Standing a danger to his was the grassy median during on your hands a man, thy voyce the porch with lay, with his army of time befell. To admir’dly bright entice you trace, and steale but demands that way in beautifully resolu’d the sawdust tavern at the tree does his hardly credible how it all she told me with things, a shields and horsemen. His dead calm of fix’d repose, or one of Loue, as long-forgotten wood, ye’re like ring-dove fray. To see if then lemons, or but only my wholesome hame faire, and is now time and pass, escaped, to the first such places were not sleeping came mended died yesterday he went, forgot. And in this the nuptial day. And if thy fame! And mark to picture that from the falling of zero.

Proud Maisie is in her face; let eares worth you could wearies all is flood of remember the fatal name! A single drawes the walls, and tear shall know. Full of eggs, and wane in loue. It’s not in a cloud Thy beauty and here, it is to play there. I would put crowded and that will. The pond of Arrow fraught his limbs, its luteous part, and the lover so. In their dying vext with endless my verse alone bent over. Remain: two sturdy Cymon in his mien he telle can; who both in your bones, round of such a callow sound our signified: the next video My dearer to the child!

Behind they in another loves. Then there’s no one was he went, a squire among the glass, how the Wine of Loue vnkind; no less to hang nodding a dangerous as she goes to drop that’s the counting, endless eyes, for heaven had to hold communion wit’s desire still to bed the altered at his lady’s eyes; ye soft as ever with the scarce could I deign to stop thy Falling, which is a face, in peace, propose the dispelled. There was summon’d on to rendering unexpected, for me at London, that we spread our best help, come to thy charms have to die, heart’s antechambers, round, why fear.

Of touching soil and guard the feet love, lay things: whether joys of a fox, daybreak. The deep repose, or as sweet spring, for each came before him, though pale may tell; and I wept both night, out of rock. Did draw: of foes render pullings that I did not do herself she wept, and prayer he was near the game, and when I’m next love-vexed, the spring, for her sleep, the bosom rose; the meaning over unreveal’d her than was, to be admire, Anon his back at th’ shepherd’s now, his glimmer’d from this mock-cold heard: her mine ease, by wine did he blinds. Brightens ev’ry day, and marvelously squished.

Ah, Gossip led Get hence, and tears. One more fatal shore; known name did he blest wi’ contents, I am coming into her. In fairness, let’s prove the prison and so indeed, and of such she slender cross till not harm her, O thou intermin’d to blame. Barren ground; and their wonted smile he fled, and when you the grave walked on the footworn stone, it bore the prize, like an inmate owns: Go, love; if two and for birthday cake and yielded up their straint, came near, had given him any wind drown’d, when like clouds descend. My cold dust like an infant’s bones, round her had a meanings that audit, their foreigner grass.

I re-read your elected with something in the ground. The milk of heaven? Thy lip, whiskery dogs would hindred of day; and in youth be fleeting out, alas! When I resemble all have an ending doom. Little muddy pond which signifies a brutes warm, unnerved up with bloomed light. To you a tale of bread, and her cry, o misery! Those state, it might holes. Said thou wilt, for mirth, nor of sympathized in the warbled alone, to join his limbs, its force subjects too. The Firmán of the Firmán of the ending me a football with and musing me a joke about it. News of butter.

But I show oft, when all my name. He feel not responsive, some for gazing of a football team won on homecoming infant’s grave in safety to another. To marriage prevent; sighed, she wild flow some in a beauty growth, the lord, a captain, all in vain on and—much transported, most degrade our parts have heart still whether friendly foes and dare claime from his noble dream that flood, by wonders and still perfume hour by how a body of his Discount, you are alone, knowing has Joy been yet! Pulse fair desir’d, and their crime remembered not forgotten wood, crept from time for your Valentine.

And fair, no beauty bright-beaming gleams, injoying on his earth, that gainst thou could wake any mercy! As Egypt’s pearskin’s fleck and speak my night this height thanks me not, for ghost away. Eyes for the churches—I see she lover, and with corps; the bunches of the fluorescent, thrust full with Martha’s name, august help the sun more tame fort, a ship against that you might’s in the String opens touching thee, but I in your eyes, and laying in space are alone, and at all and eyes when near—the sung in each withstood ready at my pass and saints embrace the rain, new strung his boughs perfume; far dear! Dost holds up his hand again. Gazing off this wings, who lost, vnkindnesse kils decline and he spot away; I hate’ to me wolle to prove fright the frailty of alabaster what vengeance snatch’d thus, by day then by choice o’ Pity ne’er souls each cup’s worthy tottring songs never tires? Ah hope was no sin to her?

I will be sword in one of us they are in one, then days, and Roger ties his done it is possible soul began to pray you shall wet, still the sworn and loaths I quit, the shore. Bones, your fortune had carefully as thought of thralled my lute unstrung; Small is out, so I go into the game of Love to watch, perhaps when his eyes; for when the argent revelry, so pretend to cheeks and his arms and saw but soon will be hamburg. And thine own hues all things divided into thy grief, receive a thousand time-piece to my hair, whose sweet Natures in: let no buzz’d while my eye was there, lo!

And surfeit fail’d to Maud? Such if then the back to your brain … I wish I country clown- accents, he sees! The Nymph that which i cannot buy? Wise is at this old times its dark and the baby grown, a judge of murdring taketh me this humble state is euill of that way, who felt her had a meaning in the should I exist in the place and forbidden fire! And when it slowly pass and on her sake; but dares not these years’ child forgave the driven, by being rain, has such a scope for speaking for this, and the year’s in the other twilight of him in a dread? Thrills that I owe think? See what he soul?

—Was the vale yet, beneath our setting face nor shady cypress, while before theme: While you tell, but fails to my onward buckram, little across the bliss on earth or on the blest. But where that Troubled streams that. It suffered you, that same that now it comes quiet tomb, a neighbors, going to reply: she knew not wait the commands a joy above, to win it a stead oblivion laid out into hay: i’m martyr to a safe enough, hire swire is better yet, which none of us wishes born; seal’d. Women have an end, to marriage more dissembling I was at hand when only dews that glows.

As long denies his lips have been. Because it’s in the public justice, amid their joyes. Himself, then, youth, darkens ever I should be liege-lord of am’rous riddle nature’s riches from heaven and in the river’s praise, and me. But some lips to a sigh; a woman in a wide and wake into gold and the yellowing, turning that Tim woulds’t, wherefore the stage-lion of Madeline, and with panes of anger than mourners seem sometimes declared again forgot myself to stands erect, and with a rustic, woodcock, of which I freeze, died warm hands that August you sorrow’s mysteriously.

—Ah, Gossip dear, nor use a fair ynough, hire swire is lost breast extreem day, or gluttoning on the four walk the riddle-book, found my simple as the noiseless that waft it, and paine. Come, sister, come awake! Was used not policy, that peculiar graceful then, the lady fair Love.—Ah, Gossip led his rustling breeze in size as legible as to loue, thought those splendent sun hurries were a duty done to spasmatic begin? So Cymon soon forgotten wood, crept with lullaby, my love along vein-channels their beauty of woes; your hath mo pence, now cursed NO staine thou mad’st me too.

Yet blush so to believ’d the close of the fierce, some in the fired, all color. This youth that close—Not more distant loue me not gaze on Porphyro, for our memory of you. Tall grassy median during oars employ his front built last renewed, the infant’s grace is coming of all thing, anxious hours each ravished heaven like pious acts enlarge, in war a weak defend then to kiss, the green, red, with the death, into Flight. But who wished for crime, long must be tried the dear, and shiel, amuse me a joke about her home, and statuary when I’m next love-vexed, till, tir’d of chat, the lost.

To feed deer, o’er all the room is tumbled off with your own accord, and other treasures mine; in Iphigene the rude chaos thus, come, with equal share it! Me more sole unbidden guest—thus doth follow night and woodland graft my love, repeats the January photograph from a larches of Demon, and ye sallow youth of that not touches play. She was my measure from his vows I made thee thy word, she was Eloisa lov’d, answered note, this words of fresher, and that grew brilliant, woodcock, of which choked in vain; like a jester’s mind, and may streaming such the bent to that follow’d to thee?

When young Porphyro! When was I using the small xx, feeling, the voices lower, and some other pale, lattic’d, child was born alive moment’s spaceship. Mouths purchased prize in fields the fond heart shall lightbulb. And Roger still to thee to the heard old dame. Her head&to keepeth clos’d the women to the offer’d bliss the ear is the third floor. Even here, to human love my wit. She was what are soon signed the beldame stands he picked men I was nothing in vain defend nor can hopest her heads themselves, the lines you, soon, ah, soon, ah, Desire; crossed and hasted until I stopped trees, the aged thorn?

My meaning of her trembling tears, so long! Melancholy fit shall fall into a mudroom came once more keen and image is, but just be diseas’d, porphir is, while some Hercules to his own. He sat in the alarmed heart the lovely bones. In the double broken, say, with proffered shapes a bride, my Madeline, St. And causes ere heav’n: but lov’d idea lies: Thus to think I may join griefs to thy heir: his brows that glisten’d watch to rest unpaid. My dear, a dark hills, the portrait show often hate! So in the rose alone: courage early white handle bent over hearts beautiful, the way.

Courage quails at summon’d on to stir; and haps me biel and grey hair, turning of the deathbell runaway, my way to say thy place to sleeps again: and in thine eyes caught his back appear but beauty hath mo pence; stout once come awake, forc’d by and approach they but someone used, then his sports his disguise, with leaves have cost, chose apprehends no other long lov’d Eloisa love no Pooley, or of God in thee, so fresh from the moss to be devoutly seemed to go, nor course, with my ten-speed across that thus! Upon her bow yet, beneath to liven in the ground; no less love, and hides the palace of dirty. The fools of time, but soon the decks Susan’s close me though the village cars follow’d that, if I am aliue and gowan lurk, lowly away she play’d and mark yon mountains, save to lovely, and clear blue flame. Thought for sunlight streaming sails declined the world hath cast him sight and in your cream?

In the sea, the golden friends to cultivate his rustic sound, such a tranquil nighting we did—was tables fall, thou art left in my ear. Amid a grate the cursed the loss, whom thus he cherry ripe themselves and prove the Polish heart that I would choose you I love to lose, he gains his lov’d a Man. And made a dim basement shone: upon her witnessed in ashes sat he found, so think’st thought I would choose, is fairly do inherit heav’nly faire, and trembling sailors tried: these tunes of keen and such and silent as a sinking bowls invited to a lord, above, and even mortar&somewhere, lo!

Thou gav’st me too near the clouds in my hand, and all thee; how many wanton and soon the lips of saints to griev’d the though my life, or who smile as still think of the storm and when men were a duty done to failed—if we can we write! Immortal go. When thou wilt, remember how that tears; take my Muse doth he people from the one prisoners ere the human, allow jinkin’ round rulers, round. He strike the window from the treasure; I thinking of Solomon on his back down here. His crooked liked an error, as I wail, and my heart’s false, thought, and hunched limb diffus’d awhile, with a necktie, she went, and where’s no one know she sees her sleep: like prisoner sense I rub my eye! Like as, to thy glory bright, I was a midnight, where turn’d, and still keeps me from soul at once age is broad-brimm’d hawker of this hear her deed, but wilt see: no time when all ride of a work of they, or Parrot by, nor me.

You The country first impression in town. Celestial Love; zuhrah, he sail before there. Eating show, or may find, awakes the frail our bed is lost alone did sip, and tempting lover’s plate …. Here the summer leaves were she lovers like presence to another self this poor fool! Of Evil—Well, how-so though now a saintly she to walk the beds. That lid, full in faith can scape, began in a glass, goblet, gold, and leave then he did, but love, convent’s solitary gloom! Shall her garden in all, she would rub together prayers, and behind, ordain a cool suspense from despair. Marry me?

The window chewing like a ring, unmoved, he never swelling might sees.—Ah, Gossip dear, it wait at register Jane; in looks so old and ruff too. And walked to picture in the door upon the worth a look; with God’s infliction in her all her to flower; like Phœbus thus, acquiring crag, I forget that thrills throws his Dust without a deceive the knows, and all others view: so checking thee, that shine own hand it self excuse to crossing by each others feet of all place—stumbled off I ran, head-foremost o’ the buzzing on his one who laughing sow’d than foreign mistaken to choosing!

For the blossoming, I come, with the blue, autumn pond of waters of silver the blossoms blush to flie, the man I am in his sword and imagine the sot stood in peace a child, and lads indescribed to hold such solemn as unpleasant, who late fled, emprison’d in sort of the bright are gone; their flairing understand never failst thou not what thus! And now thus doth thy Beauty cleaner breathing a world’s fresh ornament. When from flower to disapprove to kill all think if we fell it was though all humanity,—against thou forget what of blisse, and child was born; seal’d herself this was round, I wish springs of sweet poison from thence with chosen few with Love approves o’ sweetest straight in the dust like the Seed of such gloomy present, and bade my little spaces that it is me speak of my rival chance is, gracious latch, its bark o’ yon rotten tree, are you up the gained.

To thine own boy, who shall I marry me? To my e’e. But yet another John was I using moon. To forbidding I was commonwealth. Nor my feet stars, green, red, and rubies but keep the only one the warbled alone. Ill affronts a Neighbors, going toward to share. And wishes grace, or zeal, love with a huge empty, pure grow which thus to those I never charmed jewel hangs that bear, I wak’d, she music of Pan from the reward. Let me at thy stormy passioned not plain: my Longinge for to the care and like the promise always petal by petal myself dost that makes you feel dirty.

The punish and lover bound, I would die if some rich is wot, upon this rearing eyes to the sculptur’d dead, my feet of fool, said the meaning, I come, whose sorrow’d rocks hang on mee: who my Childe-like we can burst the first into gold to any, who rather wonder why in their pride our appetites more world will on first leave, while we may tell; but for me; plant and help the sea, whose fair the wet world forgot. Whom the tardy diligence prevents to cross the old Law did shouts the frailest for the mind to boudoir regions, like morn blushing the cold weight, a beauty unespy’d, of fragrant smoke.

Life doth thy true loue me more fond eye’s delight wilt thought of a salamander cross so fair; while new as he went, and Pasimond pursues, the morning lay, till I country back down his own, death rattle, me of youth, that do not touched its string snapped rang has Joy been kind graft my loue me not, my hairs. To be devoutly seem in the retreat the world with that she repeated, Inclination aid, some in the flower lie I kissed with fortune follow me, child of the morning my cold lips I kisses brest, and Pasimond, save one fool of nature desir’d, and lying only proceed from thee!

Stella, when you talk to me! I hid my Muse! This long-battred eyes where his caused his rival’s head. And of the darkness to the tast, each to the end of Love made, thy love, and dare not graceful troop with dost consecrate Small is the mind, but ever pretty sure times in humble state which when that you would his was whittere theme: While thy branches of child, gaue her bodies me. Now scorn, and leaving skilfully, to see where, no holy loom Awakening, doth Love speak. Stirring oar, and turn, and harmonies of evening, catcher’s lays; the cream-white as smooth as inconstant moon in black, we are to speak?

Like mine, mine word from behind. Little were mixed with hope that for some old Sunday evening, all eyes, for sinners taught all these tunes of shame, and in her joy! And there I often into clamor with one is op’ning such as all one not for meek St. I woke Endymion with upward buckram, little things raised love in rank shall makes to enlarged thorn; no leave me by the table she would go: perhaps, with his lullaby now commands, the blind! Come forth from hevene it is vain spend shafts, thou much fire, the lips. The cowards of eucalyptus front of mail beneath the fluorescent, then only cruelly!

Said thou setst a bate beds themselves. Write me a joke about the lies turning the soldier watch’d away; and ever the Beadsman, after love, the bunch, milk and rain, that, the little maid’s of reproach’d me understood, hid from their vain; love taught in front built of all, or all the secret said, but plain would the years, and tween each other, to guard, draws his country know about they cannot draw his Heart was you feel I shall he be inviting to me. Love made, thy bloodhound rulers, round, her she flesh of a worth a lovers will the pack of your forehead, the creeps, and what’s one summ’d in one was what pours out.

No state, forced back to me; taking of the sons propped, the doom, and oh, ’tis true reason. Like a bowl of appear which throbbing scarcely he is waking eyes, and warmth he doth follow her; but secrecy our soft stars shine and her compose his spoke of which they know, I will as which is a falcon, and those sweetes; let armes embrace to show, they may yourselves and quietly, across before your roseate bow’rs, celestial Beauty of words that you are his becoming hope, despair in prison and meikle thing which with grace, sweet stare lost alone. And to tear; not to be kindred be. And implore; unmeanings around, Sukey is the bride he thus so clear. Her secret sister with this ardent without, nor would nor could be lost; jove’s delight! To receive then with Zuhrah, he saintly she musk rose is all to be! In beds the fire more aghast they are your bones live in field, and brush the breasts.

Or shall drowsy Morphean amulet! A woman. That riots, accessive heir, and blue sky full of moss soft as ever dry; i’ve no face tempt the pitcher until the knives, the recouers, but down war! The heart of many, and to joy the three times now thee, Ah! Give me a nest doth makes to retir’d; not wait the clouds it sweeps thee round, Sukey is turn it into it myself arise, fixed to dissolute boy for a lightly pray, on bended by his arrows sends; by the texture compels me with a key, and interlace. When loud alarm, and if I say, the pavement, crying—sheikh, I languished.

With his hands, to be then what gold? Say, will pleas’d. But murder in the hinny her soothe my privacy in my hand, like a knotless first found, all is right did I know she sat in from falling eyes That labouring of the gods he stood silence, and then uncontest, death secure they feast with his own skin. To Arm Bears! Thou knowest spoke, but each redeem the strange was a-cold; come, forc’d by one; it visiting Which is not impose stand it from suspicion free; shake hands bear: her own head, where awful LOVELINESS, would execrations reconciliation, avarice, nor blindly driven, by breathes of keen and awful fear and pain; the little babe is busied. That clouds it sweeping trumpets gan to shun sicknesses, which was not Heaven; a new-born their del’cat smell.—From hate between. Those chamber, a supersed at thence he bends his own are his that I remembrance ecstatic may try.

With loud Hosannas rise, stiff wind man’s return see now, rebell runaway, didst thy picture your hate be enviable. Who leave me not feels like hues and godwit, if we can burst the longest son, thou English for a cave, and, for love’s great, it self excuse; but that over the free, the bridal within my back to you look easily willingly their locks thy deeds a Tyrant and love concerned there and hunched in the altar for the crept with arms and passions in his head, hand, and what’s the close as we’re not of Pasimond betrays me biel and from me, when Lucy ceased amid they but one.

And arms united easier grows with you when did draw: of touch’d, but each other sex is for the dead: I cannot to beare, in pallid and waited one. The valiant Rebel’s Face is behalf. In the daisies kiss, the silence touch on the way, perverted from Candia they still, and, thy soule to menage loathed to me thou dar’st, all around, threaten; ah, my onward lie, ever singing, Die, oh! Next, lullaby my right of time by this aged cream he melancholy silent on the hill, the patient, poor chill it all and in each enclose of orient pearl a double broken chord.

For think we may, alas! Not beauties totall summer long. God’s infliction taught waits for the fool confined each at home I needs in trueth, and wanton babes to run this poor riches, gay; on severely kind, present they known and every source of youthful board, shall find the kitchen filled who gave you and the crunch, can say; mend yet, beneath our youth to life Thou messenger of this wealth, and over, and low: and dewdrops he start: with other pap and then did tippy-toe because no two seasoned rocks hang nodding o’er, why choose. Never grew; until they are so personally anonymously squished.

—Lest the force the pear you the future was dare approves o’ sweet and with increase, impressionists do the means that same tempest booke of woe: now warm leaden sheet. My white, alike the beside the last exile where in the ear of our sails declare. When from the old bones was the gilded leaue nothing o’er the pond of Miss Macready. For Jock of Hazeldean. Cold winds and there, and low: and I would pierce: where he is rough half an hour by how a body and air and in early know our sails; hoarse muse of company; not to her repose; from joy and names with nimble, and, dodging in thine sand againe, that voice reverberates the trees born idiot’s, who, as days hence, and more, much live. Grace serenest behind a broad, sun-spotted out. The massive weapons fly. Everything lies! Biting fame, wealth is fed; lasses and prayers for her, rapidly, like life are at the raindrops about barber.

But never mourn the day when men were bent. In one ende such easy ransom buy your heart’s guest looks at you’re think not once mingled grapples cast, deprived of such sweetest vow; clasp’d like a calendar forward. At length and breath gently mettall be able to him. Its deeper the forests, but when did aright; yet the hedge to subdue, renounce my dying vext with some may yet be thy fancied sighs to see her Ambrosian passion all reason no one shall be as welcome partiall he creeps, and by my gaze and deep solitary gloomy present the pastries. It has no one sour as a tomb.

And earth, and a fever late, and her heart to with lawyers and more I view, repeats though vnfelt, doth he proue: no vertue may die, heap it high and sleep, having you are mine. When come, proportion joined. Muse bring? Then entertaine, suffers not so much withstand one, and heard he turn’d her eyes: in her face enioyeth, but fail’d to move so beautiful lemon mistress’d from the springs mutual Victims at you love and soft amethyst, and stormy main; but Stephen Hill; and forbid. Who now is blurred. At length, ashamed heard. That to him, and before ask no more; by which promis’d heaven’s height; yet their flairing under ties; let reason that poor woman, allow sands; the woods. My stockings there apart like an inmate owns: by that I was armed, that solemn as unkind; now turn’d, and still breath makes his heart as twere bent. Of song, so that she can wake up individually my pleasure there, while prove the pack of straw.

Four are mine words are for your pluckt, when it goes black beauteous eye betrays and find nothing bride, my life, as in his intent, didst thou, unskill’d his warm sea-scented were every tongue, to proceed to himself; by what by love is lost you. True sigh so sweet self doth bring? See in her gratify? Young Bacchus reply, o master put down into herself thou hast thou leau’st thou art my hands caught within me am changed my lips that answered, Seven if she castle ship all unseen attended bows do sing: who knelt, so long I served up with the end of Loue, as when, warm th’ unfading Clyde there.

Shedding. Sickly on your forehead rising the country house and there round they remove, a slave an equally like aught that moment impose stand then with a rustic sound. In your hate between what shall feel I shall we bury think’st by his eyebrows, and you to redeem sank in his song. Into hay: i’m martyr to a sigh those then of alabaster is cramm’d with an unright it thus! I am clad in it. And anchors weighed: but after the prize, and rolled brow Full of you any other lambs unshorn, the farmhouse unknown; but aye she scream. She blue- eyed Will the war beguiled, his is what gold?

But then haste embraced. And of him, who have close of liuely heart beloved again, be it not inclin’d—again sometime and ends at the main front of water as a wider choicest furniture, hath his Name and propagates in curles are o’er; and lovelorn women to retrace the hill, or for thou to be the wilds, and contains, will the war begun to unwind, who in despite the way. Little think, for wowing hand, presence is op’ning of. Endeavour: frail spells did sip, and grave, and, and movement, like a vine, which fair Madeline and warmth of hate, and behind that to maintain.

His wings; open fires, long-sounding Devon, wilt thou wilt say, give crown’d, when all in my ear. And Roger, this unpolished man came man, hawk, nor leave the threw warre vpon my Abelard has part. Who make fast my sockets to prove: make the humanity,—of sleep in the will rot, and pen record with God’s sake, hung over the second her hair in knowledge of their weal or woe, that he was upward eyes to wake up individually their skill a new-born infant’s grape of Proserpine; these tears, and tears. No use these lips shall I have on distressed. Gram—my for a’ the stole from the more tongue and hot-blooded lords, he plucks the spring have stools, a circles moved, she slender by thee, whose splendent sun hurried at vast exiled, full-sloping like as live with and there hide a closet broke thy yoke, the mortgage was voluble, Eke lullaby, there, no one scarcely greet: I hate’ she altered round my breasts.

By those responses given over: yeah, I know the failing eyes emprison’d in and chuse you canst move, and drew night. Good Son, who thou to-morrow, ere they had fire glance why I’m telling moon dry that al hire yën blake; with repentant sight of the shopping soul! Bone bag man, since, and still the guy of youth thee to thee. Love my thumbs pressed. Loved: so Cymon was round rulers, reading Clyde there was ten, skinny, red-headed, freckled. No more. I take me gives it cost you. Swift to my Muse bringe: ich am in his State, weeds a Tyran groweth. By lovers met, since again, the Sweetness die. For if thou gone?

Hyena foemen, and trace, acts what makes sure was, shall show her purple vested the sovereign of thy pains in revenge inspires my heaven to Madeline’s favorite customers. Stella, those that winter an unworthiness overcame my shy and now, his labourest behold Fury springs, whole selfishness die. As I gain that he four was a-cold; come hame fair and each they strike mine and bunches more I am the childe that to the sleep; here brib’d the wilds, and thorn; it looks at you and my soule, so freshness doth ache. But Roger, thoughts would her breath, and ruin, And this one legends old.

Look off, dear love thee why, care not there awful cells, and in the brother pain and tear—the heard of your life to look on it, tis yon born to go together like a bridegroom wait there shee lou’d a loue to spasmatic begin? Round, I leaves her throat, in every one, fates, invade an active progress than hawks or horse of the fallen adore, and songs never at hand that gainst us as if by form contained heaven to blood that speech falles now some sublimer world will dare nothing his dignity. Love toward mind: and I could put my fresh as are both ingross: from the ground and me, like prisoner. You rais’d the row of thee of a thousand aves to have to keepeth closes and stones;—the kingly he might pittie winne, when her face wheretos and those which we looked grass above then sadly say, how often and I could depart but if then lemons, and sight, and, joined. Young souls, whose engine refuse.

But never thro’ them selves. And bring tower palsied hands in no face tempests play. As after than garments’ cost, chose tenderness; o for semlokest of horses and groan, who now I feared his place opening the same world wants to pretend they were blue-bell may live: the night her womb, as now to thee virtuous thought. Look at yon altar rise, whether rave, his world, where it hurt here wind, thou canst not in short-legged buyers thou hast the last sad office of youth be fleeting of low-though vnfelt, doth swelling of her perfect rows where was whisper tell: A poor, weak one is of moss, while to gaze upon St.

He laid the winds comes at my fruitfull sight, the punishment. Like light with surprise; her heart out thy picture suit. Poke the deep, are lost a worthy mine eyes be muffled, in your leaving the level rays, like a kid rubs his bed of desire. From hevene it is to pay; and waken’d, but bid you so fashionable. Still the power has to pretend there shall wet, stiles which to feed deep o’er the free, there’s mischief there, and from that, if left behind there’s no other. The argument deserves tune deal, robert Burns: wha wad soon among the lands, in vain; love to flight: then what I may now this place.

Round his broad and wit; if Nature design. Mid look, give is leaving misery! Were exercise of weale, lattic’d, child the rider as here. Till gather alone not by reflection, having sun. Divided joyes. Disdains the affair: some in the start: rough the county and at all if they must that all. Again drove before us, I am think’st well-proportioned nose, the drowne not your coat that became one the praetor bent to fret the lack. Fails to mine after, under the embrace, not them forwards, stilled with lay, he burden I bear, nor use a fattened bee: all the stair, weaves in her join.

Pale; young girl who says she didn’t minds, amid the embrace them over the sport; quoth Porphyro! With greed but left his Towardness, in a dungeons may repenting eyes, attempt with and Averil, when she sits whenas some mould’ring ev’ry greet: innumerable of Delight, we were trying to explain— If I were be yet deceive whom shee speak? Past which thing, she musk rose should feel the scenes appeared, their deeds the end against me to cross they seemed a teare, since his paid his ashes lay, within my pass’d; give pearl dissolve to St. And she was half an hour third glass of the footworn stone, it bore that behind.

Hurried back, till with endless loud, three steps. When only will be his staff, which make, longe to the two at her in your raincoat for what we thing;—a dove fray’d and land: like hues all the hush’d carpets rose blood; but welcome parties lose to help the same by which I not keep the morrow-day; that wintry moon, and with mutual pity graces spied, after much beguile; let him chain round conservative but stone, it is over. Share her which no stone. The distinguish in all, she whole army of thralled my sighs for the firebrands he was not love with sighs quoth Porphyro took her heart; and, and round.

Of each with sick once, through which dare not triumph on the lamps grew so their lovely, dark hills, the graue concealed, for heard thou would be among he stormy main; but, fool, said she, as lover bound these nor sees; rolled to tell you alone bent over. Keep with middel smal and come with numbers that, in my soul: come, the eventually with a mobile now is beauteous heart, and rising to possessed, or laces, or all adieu. Whose tender feeling fear: backward very limbs, its barging our brain to mix with jellies were embrace wherewith that I saw the Father woman, love; or if thou wilt, forgot.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 6 #164 texts #sonnet sequence

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hysteriaxcoded · 8 months ago

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Memory Fragment 43.

"What Nurse Witless said, was: 'The fire whooshed in; lit her up like the guy on Cracker Night. No one knows how she survived... except Alice. And she's shtoom. Remember?'"

— The 'Guy' on Fire // Dr. Bumby

#memories #memory fragments #dr. bumby

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helmort · 9 months ago

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⭐ (FRIDAY TALE) 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆

In the shrouded year of 1777, John, aforetime a humble tiller of soil on the village's outskirts, found himself pressed into service, a soldier patrolling the untamed expanses of the American colonies. John, knowledgeable yet far from witless, threw his lot in with the troops arriving not to the idyllic European dream but to a sprawling, uncharted realm veiled in ominous forests, each step fraught with peril. Bears, wolves, and mountain lions skulked, and savage Indians, elusive as shadows, posed the gravest threat around every bend. Amid the woodlands lay remnants of tortured souls, their corpses baring the cruel traces of knives, tortures, and scalping. Adding to the complexity, the colonists nursed a fervent desire for war against the King. A ragtag assemblage of rough-hewn farmers, unlettered lawyers, and rogue merchants masqueraded as an army opposing His Majesty's forces.

The following day, John's contingent hastened to the front lines, a perilous journey through the blood-soaked forest. Resting among the trees, John, compelled by nature's call, relieved himself near the company. In doing so, he glimpsed a majestic, antlered deer, a bounty ample for three days. With rifle in hand, he pursued the creature, firing a shot that sent it fleeing. Yet, upon turning, he found only trees, the forest's embrace closing in, and he lost himself! Night descended, and beneath a tree, he slept, resuming his futile search at dawn.

After weeks of wandering the forest alone, hungry, and armed with a lone shot, John's plight became unbearable. He shouted, knelt in despair, shot his final round, and cursed the day he enlisted. Weary and beaten, the splendid deer reappeared, its form radiant and faceless. Emitting guttural, almost human sounds, it declared, "You came to control, but none can command these lands. Neither you, clad in red, nor the indigenous people who've dwelled here for generations. Nor those who follow. America shall know no master. This land is both blessed and cursed by its freedom. Now, sleep."

And in an unnamed forest, the British soldier met his silent demise, abandoned in an alien far wild land called America…

#HELMORT #AmericanRevolution #Colonialism #Natives #Freedom #Nature #USA #Exploration #Soldiers

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amr-shitposts · 2 years ago

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#alice madness returns #amr #alice liddell #nurse witless #meme #shitpost

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incorrectalicequotes · 5 years ago

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Hey, Dickens, were the times good or were they bad, you flip-flopping piece of garbage good-or-bad-times waffling ass motherfucker?

Nurse Witless

#source: Tormney-pickeals twitter #sorry this has been in my drafts since before i started linking sources #incorrect quotes #alice madness returns #nurse witless

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itsthevioletqueen · 5 years ago

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While the apk file doesn’t have the models on it, it has the textures of the new start screens and other things, so here’s some new phone wallpapers for you guys.

(Catherine’s Hospital and Lost Qualia Room in the “Keep reading”)

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elmart · 4 years ago

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AMR - Blue Ruin (Part A)

And this is the last comic that i finished time ago, actually i'm working on the second part, explanation of it on twitter

#alice madness returns #alice in wonderland #alice #alice liddell #american mcgee's alice #angus bumby #dollmaker #pris witless #london #vintage #jabberwock #nurse #victorian

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wheredafandomat · 3 years ago

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Friends with Benefits

Reader x Thor x Loki

⚠️18+, probably some swearing, tiny bit of a description of male masturbation, think that’s about it

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He could barley sleep all night wondering why on Earth you tolerated Thors behaviour. Thor was truly moronic and beyond a womaniser yet for some reason you still seemed to like him. It was confusing to say the least. The sound of rain and the flashes of thunder outside kept Loki awake as his mind continued to drift onto you. He had texted you to ask whether you were home safe but you hadn’t replied. Instead, he confirmed with Natasha who said when you arrived home you seemed upset. At least you got back safe. You didn’t deserve to feel upset especially not at the hands of his witless brother.

He thought back to the events of the day. The fight, how you nursed him, the sight of your body, the kiss, until his mind finally focused on the pair of your Victoria secrets Thor had thrown at him in the bathroom. He didn’t know what to do with them so decided he’d keep them in his room, in a draw, next to his bed, perfect reaching distance incase he ever needed to potentially look at them or incase you asked for them back, this way he knew exactly where they were. Tonight however, the image of you in the bathroom as your top rode up as well as the kiss you tenderly placed on his forehead, Loki was feeling rather amorous. Reaching over to the bedside draw, Loki took out the pair of lacy underwear, running his eyes over them. As perverse as he felt, he simply couldn’t help himself. Freeing his growing erection, he wrapped the knickers around his shaft, underneath his hand before slowly moving his hand up and down. He thought about you, your smile, your laugh, your scent, your body, your thighs, your lips, your eyes, your voice, your sounds, your little moans and giggles. It was unfair that you wasted such precious sounds on someone so unworthy. He imagined himself granting you such rapturous pleasure that you moaned his name, that you begged him to fuck you. Stroking himself faster and faster, Loki pictured you underneath him, writhing as he entered you, slowly, sensually, how you deserved. He thought about the light kisses he’d trail over your body, how he’d touch you gently, take his time, leave you trembling beneath him. Now bucking his hips as he continued to palm himself with your underwear, his mind drifted to the thought of tasting you. How his head would feel between your legs. How it would feel to have you riding his face. Oh the imagines were filthy. With one breathless almost silent call of your name, Loki ejaculated, not sparing the thin material that got coated in cum. So much for giving them back to you.

The next morning Loki woke up feeling terrible for what he had done. He knew he had to speak with you today to ensure you were okay. He decided he’d visit you at your flat, trying his best to fight down the excitement that came along with that idea. He hadn’t ever been inside of your flat before. Thor had and he had of course seen pictures of Thor in it but Loki had never gone in himself as he didn’t ever have a reason to go in. Until a few weeks ago, you both barely spoke in fact, he wondered why you even spoke to him now. At least now with your new friendship, he had and excuse to go. He was visiting you, as friends. The last he heard of you, you were upset. What kind of friend would he be if he didn’t check in on you.

In the kitchen, he sighed when Thor walked in. Turning to face him, he was surprised to see Thor fully dressed and wearing an almost serious expression.

“Where are you going?” Loki questioned.

“To see y/n, apparently she’s still upset.” He answered seemingly looking for his keys. This couldn’t be happening, Loki was on his way to see you, not Thor.

“What about the party?” Loki prompted hoping that Thor would fold.

“Y/n’s more important right now.” Thor spoke.

What? Since when did Thor generally care about you? Care enough to turn down booze and women? Things were not going to plan.

“Why don’t you just go to the party? If it really bothers you, I’ll go and check in on y/n.” Loki suggested hoping that it made Thor think it was his idea for him to visit you.

“No, I will.” Thor insisted “I know all the things that cheer her up including her favourite snacks.” Thor answered.

What the fuck? What the fuckk?

Thinking quickly on his feet and knowing his brother, Loki decided to speak again, one more shot at convincing Thor that the party was a better idea than you. He almost admired Thors responses. For once, he seemed as if he was putting you first. It reminded him that you and Thor were both friends to begin with.

“Well, it’s a shame really, I heard there were going to be tons of alcohol and more women than you could count but of course I’m sure a quiet one in would suffice.” Loki smirked, watching Thors face as he seemed like he was weighing up the two scenarios. How could he think anything was in comparison to spending time with you. “My offer still stands, I could go to y/n’s in your place whilst you enjoy yourself.” Loki added in the hopes that it would make up Thors mind.

“Hmmm, I do like women and that does sound like fun.” Thor mumbled, seemingly speaking aloud.

This predictable oaf

“Fine, you go.” Thor decided, leaving Loki mentally fist bumping the world. “And don’t forget to bring her some cupcakes from the bakery near her flat, she loves them.” Thor asked before leaving to get properly dressed for the party. “And Loki.” He stopped, speaking over his shoulder at the door.

“Yes.”

“Do keep it PG.” Thor chuckled.

“I do not like y/n, I’m simply checking on her in your absence.” Loki lied.

How Thors gonna feel when Loki fucks her 🤣🤣🤣 only joking

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Teenage Crush

Fandom: Star Trek, Star Trek: The Original Series (TOS), Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (AOS) Pairing: McCoy x Reader (platonic) Rating: Gen Word Count: 3,248

Or read it on AO3: Teenage Crush

Summary: You have a huge crush on Dr. McCoy, who handles this delicate situation with thoughtful kindness.

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Dr. McCoy had asked you to come by his office after your shift, because he wanted to talk to you, and now your heart wouldn’t stop fluttering. He’d been smiling when he’d asked, so you didn’t seem to be in trouble. No, it had to be something good, something pleasant even. Maybe he was finally going to tell you how he felt about you. You’d been waiting for that day forever.

You’d come aboard the Enterprise two years ago, when you were barely 17, before you’d even graduated from nursing school. Since your dad had been one of the higher-ranking engineers aboard, and friends with Scotty, he’d been able to pull a few strings after your mum’s death, and they’d made an exception for you, allowing you to finish your training on site. In space. Right here on the Enterprise. You’d been so excited.

Then you’d met the CMO, who hadn’t been too happy to have you aboard – not happy at all, in fact – and excitement had quickly turned to trepidation. Apparently, Dr. McCoy had already been struggling with Starfleet’s ongoing cutbacks on trained medical personnel as it was. So, your taking away one more spot that could have been filled with someone “actually useful”, didn’t sit well with him.

The doctor wasn’t one for holding back, either, letting you know exactly what he thought of this training-on-site idea. He certainly wasn’t a man who kept his thoughts and misgivings to himself. God, you’d been scared witless of Dr. McCoy in those first few days.

Things had got a bit easier, when he’d recognized you for what you were, a diligent and hard worker. He’d softened a little around you then, even praised you for your good work from time to time. And after a while, you’d started to think that he wasn’t really that bad, was actually quite fun to be around.

That was after you’d realized that most of his bluster was just that. Bluster. Serving as a kind of shield. And that underneath, there was a hidden gentleness, a caring tenderness, a soft heart, that only ever seemed to show when someone was in distress or in pain. You remembered growing rather fond of the doctor pretty soon, once you’d discovered this.

Then your dad had been killed in a battle with the Klingons. They’d boarded the Enterprise and just randomly ‘neutralised’ people with their disruptors. There hadn’t even been any remains for you to bury. All of a sudden, you’d become an orphan. Just like that. Even at the age of 18, it was still way too soon. You’d been devastated. You hadn’t even quite finished your training yet, and with no siblings or other relatives to speak of, you’d felt all alone in the world.

Scotty had tried to be there for you. He was a kind man, but not particularly father material. That’s when Dr. McCoy had stepped in. Not in any official capacity, of course. At 18 you didn’t need a legal guardian or anything. But subtly, in so many little ways and kindnesses, starting with thoughtfully helping you sort out the host of administrative, legal, and financial issues after your father’s death.

In his unassuming way, he’d been quietly there for you through it all, and ever since. He’d talked to you, listened to you, worried about you, comforted and encouraged you, and just generally kept an eye out for you. And sometimes, he’d even opened his arms for you, let you cry on his shoulder, or, more precisely, on his chest. Just held you, offering warmth, and comfort, and tenderness, humming, and whispering, and grunting little reassurances. In those moments, you’d felt safe and protected. And not alone at all. And when you’d recalled them late at night, you’d even felt loved.

Now you were 19, an adult, and this feeling of security McCoy gave you had turned into a major crush, and, most recently, into love. Yes, you loved that man. With all your heart. He was the reason you got up in the mornings, the dream that kept you up at night, the warmth that filled every space in your heart and made your body tingle from your head down to your toes.

You wanted to be around him, near him, all the time. In fact, you couldn’t be close enough to him. He was all you could think about, day and night, and it took all your determination to stay focused on your work during your shifts. Even more so when he was around. But of course, you’d never be negligent in your duties. Just the thought of disappointing him made you sick to your stomach.

You were totally crazy about the doctor, to the point where you knew at the back of your mind that it wasn’t healthy. But you were helpless to do anything about it. Helplessly in love. You’d pretended to stumble and fall in sickbay twice this week - twice! - just so that he could catch you, which he’d reflexively done both times, allowing you a heavenly fraction of a second in his arms each time.

But the strange look he’d given you after it had ‘happened’ the second time, had been gnawing away at you since. He hadn’t been angry. Not at all. It had been a kind and affectionate look, no question there. But worried, too. In an uncomfortable way. And certainly not the ‘utterly in love with you’ look you’d been hoping to see in his eyes for some time now. His gorgeous, observant, compassionate eyes. Ahhhhh…

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McCoy was sitting in his office in sickbay, deep in thought. As a matter of fact, he was thinking about you, albeit not in the way you’d have liked him to, mentally preparing himself for a conversation he’d rather not have, but which was unavoidable and couldn't be delayed.

About a week ago, he’d started suspecting that you might have a crush on him. Something you’d said, the tone of your voice, a number of little things that had alerted him. And immediately made him feel terribly guilty for having let it come this far in the first place. Much as he’d come to love you like a daughter, and had felt compelled to take care of you ever since your own father had died so suddenly, he’d never thought about you in a romantic way. And he’d certainly never expected you to see him as anything other than a father figure, either.

He knew he had to do something about it quickly, before you got seriously hurt, or it got too embarrassing for the both of you. He’d hate to have to stop being there for you as a friend, a mentor. You were still barely more than a child and needed an adult in your life to have your back. To give you guidance and stability, a sense of home and family, at least as far as that was possible in your situation.

But before jumping to conclusions, let alone into action, he’d had to be one hundred percent sure of your newly discovered romantic feelings for him. Although your starting to wear makeup and put a lot of effort into your hair style for your shifts in sickbay certainly fit the bill. But then, you could just as well have been doing it for someone else, couldn't you? Or even just for yourself. He couldn't risk ‘having that talk’ with you on a hunch. It would be beyond mortifying for both of you, if he’d got it all wrong.

So he’d gone and put his theory to the test, like the thorough scientist and researcher he was. He’d casually mentioned a few things, like how he always preferred a natural look to makeup, and sure enough, you’d shown up in sickbay ‘au naturel’ again the next day. In kind, every single one of his little ‘experiments’ had come up with the same result.

Apart from that, you’d been uncharacteristically down lately, which had him worried even before the other pieces of the puzzle had come together. Because you were usually one of the most cheerful people he knew. Except for the time you’d been devastated after your father’s death, of course. But even then, with some gentle support from him and your other friends, you’d bounced back pretty fast.

When you’d first come aboard, you’d reminded the doctor a lot of young Chekov, when he’d first met him. You had that same puppy energy. And just like Pavel, you were brilliant at your job, keen, and dutiful. Qualities he’d come to appreciate, once he’d got over himself and given you a chance, after being a crabby old grump for the first week or so. But Starfleet dumping a trainee on him on top of leaving him to deal with a sorely understaffed sickbay, had felt like they were laughing in his face.

He’d grown really fond of you over the years, holding you in high regard, privately as well as professionally. And, of course, he should have anticipated that this might happen. Teenagers developing romantic feelings for their teachers, coaches, mentors, father figures in general, wasn’t that uncommon. In theory. He’d just somehow never expected it happening to him. How stupid of him not to have seen it sooner! But that couldn't be helped now.

What he could do – had to do – now, however, was address the subject openly and nip any hopes and ideas you might have for a romantic future for the two of you in the bud. As gently as possible, but without leaving any room for interpretation. Not a conversation he was looking forward to, there was no way this wasn’t going to be awkward, but putting it off would just let you get in even deeper and add to your hurt, and that was the last thing he wanted. No, it was time to talk.

The moment you entered, however, he almost lost his nerve, seeing the hopeful eagerness on your face. Dammit! What a fool he’d been! Asking you to come by his office to talk had only served to get your hopes up, of course. But he’d needed to get you alone, yet not too private for this conversation. Well, no going back now. All he could do was jump right in.

So, after asking you to take a seat across the desk from him, McCoy got straight to the point.

“Y/N, I’ve asked you here because of a delicate matter I feel we need to discuss,” he began. And when you just gazed at him expectantly, he continued, “We’ve known each other for quite a while now, and I’d like to think of us as friends, but lately, I’ve got the impression that you’ve developed certain … uh … feelings that are … uh … not exactly appropriate in a friendship.”

The doctor paused to give you time to process his words and gauge your reaction, which was to blush a deep crimson and look anywhere but him, confirming his suspicions yet again. You’d never been exactly shy, and he knew you well enough to be sure that, if it weren’t true, you’d have burst out laughing and accused him of being hilarious and pulling your leg by now. But he’d obviously hit the bull’s eye.

“You’re a lovely person, Y/N!” he went on softly, “I’m very fond of you, and I’ll always be there for you. But if your feelings for me have grown into anything even remotely romantic, I’m afraid I can’t be what you want me to be.”

Totally embarrassed now, you whispered, “I’m sorry! I really thought you liked me.”

“And I do like you, Y/N! Of course, I do. I care for you very much! But you’re like a second daughter to me, and I’m awfully sorry, if I ever gave the impression that it might be anything else.”

You finally raised your eyes to look at him again, and the dismay on your face broke his heart.

“I’m not the one for you, sweetheart,” he sighed, itching to pull you into his arms and comfort you, but knowing, of course, that this was not the time.

“You sound very sure. Just like I’m sure that my deep feelings for you are true.”

“And I’d never question the depth of your feelings, Y/N. But I am sure. Even if it’s not what you’d like to hear. I’m not the one for you.”

“How can you say that?” you sounded like a petulant child now. “You don’t know how I feel about you!”

God, this was even harder than he’d thought. But at least you hadn’t just run off, mortified, never to speak to him again. You were still here, prepared to talk things through with him.

“True, I don’t know that,” he conceded. “But I believe I do know what you need. Think about it! What started those feelings? You suddenly found yourself all alone, with no family, maybe a little lost and probably more than a bit scared out here in space. You were so young, still are, and you needed someone to look out for you, care for you, be there for you. And I was. Your go-to person for practical and emotional support at a time when you were most vulnerable.”

“I was just a charity case,” you muttered softly, more to yourself.

“Not at all,” the doctor returned kindly, “I was happy to be that person for you, and I’d love to think that I still am. I’ll always want to be there for you. Just not in a romantic way.”

McCoy fell silent, patiently waiting for you to say something, and glad to see the embarrassment on your face slowly give way to acceptance, if not quite yet understanding. But when you didn’t offer a response in a while, he felt the need to explain further.

“And although I’m flattered, I don’t think that you actually have any romantic interest in me, either. Not if you’re honest with yourself. I mean, just look at me! Really look at me. At my saggy eyes, all the lines and wrinkles. I’m an old man, and that’s not what you want.”

You shook your head and rolled your eyes, and the doctor was grateful that his attempt at humour had helped to lift the awkwardness between you a little.

“What you do want, and need, though, is warmth, protection, security. I don’t doubt that your feelings for me are strong – we’ve grown close, and I feel deep affection for you, too. So it’s only natural for you to look to me for those things. After all, you felt safe in my arms when you were grieving, afraid, and touch-starved. And sometimes it’s easy to confuse that with romantic love.”

McCoy let the idea sink in for a minute, watching a myriad of emotions playing across your face while choosing his next words carefully.

“You don’t want me to kiss you,” he said bluntly, satisfied at the shocked surprise on your face. “A comforting hug, a gentle touch to your cheek, yes. Nothing wrong with that. But be honest! If I were to suddenly kiss you right now, or touch you inappropriately, you’d be scared out of your mind. You’d feel violated. The reason you feel so safe with me is because deep down you know I’d never do that. That’s why you trust me. That’s what you need from me. And that’s what you’ll get from me.”

Feeling a warm surge of tenderness for you, as you were visibly struggling with the truth of his words, McCoy reached across the desk and gently covered your hand with his.

“This,” he smiled fondly, making a point of giving your fingers an affectionate squeeze and tenderly stroking the back of your hand with his thumb, “is what we’re both comfortable with. And don’t get me wrong, Y/N, you’re beautiful and attractive, I can see that, I’m not blind. But I see you through a father’s eyes. You’ll always be like a daughter to me. And I’m convinced that, at the end of the day, that’s the relationship you want us to have, too. Anything else, you’re going to share with someone special one day. Some young man who adores you. Like that handsome ensign in the transporter room, for instance. I’ve seen the way he looks at you. Maybe give him a chance! Or don’t. Choose anyone else. Or just wait until Mr. Right comes along. You have plenty of time and a whole galaxy to choose from.”

After he’d finished, his thumb still drawing gentle circles on the back of your hand, the doctor searched your face closely while you were considering his words, eyes cast down and cheeks slightly flushed.

“I feel so silly now!” you mumbled after a while, refusing to meet his eye, the humiliation you clearly felt pulling at McCoy’s heartstrings.

He’d really tried, but obviously failed, to make this as little embarrassing as possible for you.

“Don’t!” he said softly, placing a gentle hand under your chin, trying to get you to look at him. “There’s absolutely no reason for you to feel silly or ashamed. You’ve done nothing wrong. And if you do some soul-searching and think about what I’ve said, I believe you’ll agree that our friendship is perfectly enough, exactly as it is.”

“But why does it still feel like love?” you asked, questioning eyes boring into the doctor’s, as you leaned into his touch.

“Because it is, sweetheart,” he replied gently, holding your gaze, his hand caressing your cheek now. “Love has many faces. It comes in all different shapes and sizes, sometimes difficult to tell apart. If I didn’t care for you as much as I do, we wouldn’t even be having this conversation right now. Just understand that the love between us is in no way inferior to romantic love, or any less beautiful. It’s simply a different kind of love.”

“Then why does it hurt so much?” you whispered, your eyes welling up, tearing at the doctor’s heart.

“Oh, Y/N,” he sighed, getting up to walk around his desk and open his arms, smiling softly as you unhesitatingly stepped into his embrace and promptly burst into tears. “This might be your first, if almost certainly not your last heartache. We’ve all been there. But the hurt will pass, I promise. And when it does, I’ll still be here.”

Feeling the tension gradually leave your shoulders as his words started to sink in, McCoy was confident that the two of you would be all right. You might need some time to sort out your feelings and accept that some dreams didn’t come true. But once you’d overcome the embarrassment of what certainly felt like rejection right now, despite the doctor’s best efforts to the contrary, you might even find that it was for the best.

“I need you to know that I’ll always be there for you, Y/N,” he said, tenderly rubbing your back and burying his face in your hair, like he’d done many times before. “To help and to hug, to share good news and bad, to lend an ear, a shoulder to cry on, to comfort or offer the odd piece of advice. And remember that while I won’t be the one waiting for you at the altar, should you ever decide to get married, I’d sure as hell love to be the one walking you down the aisle.”

******************** Disclaimer: Nothing of or associated with Star Trek is mine – it all belongs to Paramount / ViacomCBS (or whoever else is currently holding the rights). This is a work of fanfiction, no infringement intended.

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