#on that note is it goat or is it ram. i see people use them interchangeably. well anyways

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lucius-morningstar · 3 months ago

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Hazbin Pokemon (Part 1)

So I had a few ideas on pokemon teams around the Hazbin community and while some have interesting theories as to why, others are just based on either personality or what I could picture them with in a personal sense. So let's start with the Morningstar Family: (NOTE I may change some of Lilith's later on but I'm generally happy with Lucifer and Charlie's team of choice) Lucifer: Uxie -> Legends aren't technically legends for Angels so why can't they own them. Anyway, Uxie is the being/creator of knowledge, what was Lucifer sent down to hell for. Basically giving humans free will and the knowledge to use it. Uxie just seemed fitting. Reshiram -> The Dragon of Truth, again kind of self explanatory, for Lucifer he keeps him as a reminder that he made the choices he did and the truth is, they weren't all good choices. Reshiram is both a memory of the good and bad parts of him but he still holds it very dear to him. Pidgeot (Shiny) -> A golden giant cockatiel like bird, need I say more?, Honestly I just think it works but it's not my main bird for an obvious reason, you'll see who though shortly. Dubwool -> It's a cute goat/ram pokemon. Again nough said, I don't really have a reason behind this one, I just couldn't not add a goat like pokemon to his team. Hydrapple (Shiny) -> The golden apple, originally started off as an Applin but with time he got a strong shiny apple hydra. Cause why not? SirFetch'd (Shiny) -> Shiny golden duck, again need I say more, why wouldn't he have this golden boy. Yes it is his ace he often sends out in a panic. -------

Lilith: (Her team may change with time. I am open to suggestions) Azelf -> Having the will power to do whatever she wants in the palm of her hand. Depending on how she uses it will determine her path though. Meloetta -> A beautiful pokemon with an equally beautiful voice. (This one may change) Zoroark (Hisuian) -> A shapeshifting pokemon who looks quite haunting but quite beautiful too. Darkrai -> A pokemon that is given an equally bad rep and can cause quite horrifying nightmares, maybe even trap you in your own worst nightmare. Friend or foe, for her sake you better be a friend. Primarina -> Another angelic pokemon with a beautiful voice. Tends to be one of her main she uses far more often then Meloetta. Milotic -> Again just another beautiful and hard to obtain pokemon. -------

Charlie: Minun & Plusle (These are illusions, their true forms are Latios and Latias) -> These are Charlie's main supporters and protectors. If you see her out, these are usually the two you see with her the most, many have underestimated them and regretted it. Sylveon -> Honestly who doubted this?, an Eevee she genuinely couldn't decide what to evolve into so she just spent her time loving her little cutie for what she was and ended up with a Sylveon much later. Yes she is indeed spoiled. This is Charlie's main that she uses in battle. Togekiss -> Another pokemon mostly evolved out of love and admiration. Charlie hardly uses him but that doesn't seem to bother them at all. Bewear (Shiny) -> If Charlie was honest she had gotten this little one when it was a cute Stuffle, never really thinking just how big it'd get when she'd evolve. Yes Bewear loves Charlie and tends to be the most cuddly of her team. Bewear is also insanely protective of Charlie too, but don't worry she just gives people hugs of warning, bone crushing hugs of warning. Marowak (Hisuian) -> Honestly this one was just Charlie's bleeding heart taking in a crying Cubone, maybe a bit out of her own self need to help others and knowing exactly what it's like to not really have her folks around. Was she expecting him to evolve into a bone throwing little menace. No, does she loev him less for it, of course not.

Next up: Angels and Exorcists. (If you're interested or have suggestions feel free to comment or reblog)

#Pokemon AU #Pokemon #hotel hazbin #hazbin hotel #fandom #hazbinhotel #charlie morningstar #charlie hazbin hotel #hazbin lucifer #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer morningstar #lucifer hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lilith #hazbin lilith #lilith morningstar #lilith hazbin hotel

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princess-of-the-corner · 9 months ago

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CC!NextGen

You said Unicorn kid, I HAVE A UNICORN KID, LET ME SHARE HER!!!!

Alice Quinn

Age: 15

Hair: White-Gold

Eyes: Solid Black

Height: 6'9" (at the moment)

Personality: Deadpan, stoic, calm. Seems completely relaxed, aloof, almost ethereal at all times. Actually a foul-mouthed snarker, who likes to play on people’s perception of the unicorn kid as sweet and innocent, so they don’t see the sucker punch coming. Has issues with people who don’t take their health seriously, and will go off if you try to do something while you are injured or sick. Actually great with kids, has a good bedside manner “But you shits rarely ever DESERVE IT, GET BACK IN BED, YOUR FUCKING LEG IS BROKEN!”

Hero Name: Alicorn (note: I know Alicorn now means a winged unicorn, but originally, “alicorn” was the name they gave powdered unicorn horn, the stuff that was supposed to be a miracle cure, get rid of poisons and shit)

Quirk: Unicorn (satyr version) - User has physiology similar to a Unicorn, cloven hoof feet, long tail with a tuft at the end. fingers Have last digit end in a claw, or keratin-like growth similar to a claw (weird note, but look at Alastor’s hands from Hazbin Hotel). Has a single spiral horn in the middle of the forehead. Face and ears are somewhat goat/deer like. Eyes large and solid black, cannot see the pupils, unless she is in a state of high and intense emotion, when the pupils will glow white, pupils are slit like a goats, horizontal. Has very long eyelashes. Body covered in short “fur”, which is longer around the ankles. User may or may not have wings.

User has healing/purification abilities. Horn glows when using these abilities. Purification abilities manifest as a silver cloud of sparkly dust, healing as a golden glow. Healing works by granting energy to cells in the body, encouraging them to heal. User has massive stores of energy with which to heal others, but said stores can be depleted. Purification works more generally, clearing the air or area filled with the silver “dust” of impurities. Can be used to fairly easily get rid of poisons or venoms. Can be used to get rid of viruses or infections, but it would take a lot of training.

Backstory: Ok, so, for me, I made up this whole story about how there’s this group that controls a lot of medical care for Japan in the MHAverse (in Japan, the Tenshi Group, internationally the Abbotts Angels) who are all a family of basically Angel Quirks. They have wings, horns that glow and look like halos, and healing abilities. And there’d be two factions of this family, one which was all about medical research and healing people, while the other was big on capitalism, and made people pay them big money to “heal” all sorts of things, like terminal diseases (which they can’t really do???). And faction two would try to frame it as “What if people take advantage of us?? We’re only thinking of the family!!!” which like, ok, being taken advantage of is a legit concern, but bitch, you are scamming people and charging stupid amounts of money to the poor, You are basically the American Healthcare System. And then this second faction would be all into family lineage and “purity” - like yeah, they’re mutation types, but the RIGHT KIND of mutation types, yeah? So they get real mad when one of their “heirs” or whatever has a fling with a random hero from the USA, the “Jersey Devil”, a guy with a “demonic” Quirk (goat-looking, ram horns, bat wings) and gets pregnant, and has a Unicorn looking kid. Now either A) Momma manages to hide the pregnancy enough, and put the kid up for adoption, or B), has the kid, and the family kind of raise her through proxy by a series of nannies, cause god FORBID anyone find out their line birthed THIS, but also they are pretty sure she’s going to have a healing Quirk, and THAT has to stay in the family.

(Do with this what you will)

I am totally on board with Pony/Kinoko. Koda … hmmmm (actually, I just remembered, Koda has a baby sister.) Ok give Koda a gentle giant husband, a big big man. A teddy bear grizzly. Huge man. Fluffy man. Also doesn’t talk much. He and Shoji are fighting for “Best Hugs”. He and Koda met … third year? Third year UA, he’s a transfer. They have … . give me a minute … 4 kids. They adopted a group of siblings that would have been separated if they didn’t step in. All of their kids are younger than most of the others - like, 4, 6, 7, 9 - so they aren’t at UA.

How’s that sound?

Honestly my plan for the unicorn baby was 100% ‘looks like an anthro Lady Amalthea but can and will say ‘fuck’.’

I think I can let you keep that backstory because as much as I love the drama I’m thinking this one’s simple. However that’s still fun because honestly I should swing over to the healer Quirks because YEAH those are highly wanted and it’s a miracle they’re not kidnapped more often.

As for Koda I’m loving the vibes but also again on the like. I feel like this should be hammered out more in the future. But also I /do/ agree that obvs not everyone is gonna meet their future spouse first day of high school so having him meet someone later works for me

#submission #cc next gen

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blockgamepirate · 1 year ago

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btw I'm really glad that Tubbo explicitly said that he didn't wanna do the horns thing again for his character on QSMP because I never liked that headcanon lmao

Mainly because I knew it came from people headcanoning dsmp!Tubbo as dsmp!Schlatt's son, or somehow Corrupted by d!Schlatt (which HE WAS NOT, as far as he was corrupted by anything it was his own good intentions and sense of duty). And Schlatt isn't even a goat, he's a RAM sdhgfkljghf

It drove me nuts (it still kinda does)

Sure it's a cool design and all, but I just really disliked what it represented. I can't really fully even explain why, maybe it's just the implications of Tubbo being somehow defined by his relationship to Schlatt?? And the fact that it didn't actually have any meaning for Tubbo himself and it wasn't inspired by anything he did or said. idk

And maybe also the Christian devil associations, which is just so bland IMO, when it's just used as default symbolism for corruption

(Sorry to everybody who really likes that design btw, I don't wanna be mean or anything, I do agree that it looks cool and is a fun concept, and easier to make look good than the bee thing. And to be fair I think people stopped associating that design concept with Schlatt pretty quickly after Schlatt's character died, it kinda just became Tubbo's thing. But I was never able to make that mental separation lol)

(Also obviously none of this is in any way serious, it's just silly opinions)

Okay on a more positive note: I love the ideas he had for his QSMP character; the steampunk mechanic vibes, it's perfect for him. And even the two-toned hair as a compromise/nod to the fact that his skin and his real life hair don't match, and the fact that he got the idea from fanart and immediately got the urge to dye his own hair like that in real life :D

And specifically deciding not to include any scars or anything like that so that those can be added later if there's a story reason for them, if he ends up getting into an accident or something.

(Man, I'm just so excited for q!Tubbo, I didn't even realise how much I missed seeing him get really into roleplay and really excited about a Minecraft server. I hope his enthusiasm lasts for a long time.)

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markerofthemidnight · 2 months ago

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Random Tozu headcanons I came up with! (note: my headcanon lore for him has changed since the Tobias Zollo Collection, so things are a bit different now)

First of all: why, exactly, is he like that? Who knows, but apparently he’s been stuck down in Eden’s Garden Academy for a very long time. Decades, even, for so long that he can hardly remember who he used to be beforehand. As far as he’s concerned, “Tozu” is the only identity he has.

He’s resigned to the fact that he’s probably going to spend the rest of his life down there, too: and if he ever does go back to the surface, he’s probably never going to get used to it because he’s spent all his life under the ground. He’s fine with that, though: he doesn’t need petty things like sunlight to live a happy, healthy (well maybe not healthy) life. He’s got all he wants down there!

The years down there were mainly spent reading books and talking to himself. It’s how he became so knowledgeable about literature and theatre… and psychology too.

This is also why he’s so clingy towards… well, basically everyone but specifically Mara. She was one of, if not the first person to interact with him when the mastermind group made proper contact with him after years of isolation.

He’s perfectly aware of the fact that he’s absolutely batshit insane (though he doesn’t really regret any of the more insane things he does), and has tried using his knowledge of psychology to diagnose himself with an existing mental condition but to no avail. Any proper mental health professionals that may have met him at some point are at a loss towards how his brain works too.

Which, understandably, he’s unsatisfied about. Sure, he doesn’t really regret any of the zany (or sadistic) things he does, but he’s both self-aware enough and curious enough to want to understand why he’s like that. It’s probably where his mild interest in psychology comes from.

Anyways, stepping away from the more lore-heavy headcanons: Tozu has a ridiculous internal clock! Every now and again he’ll either be completely restless in the middle of the night or just randomly fall asleep in the middle of the day (like in Cara’s trial).

While he’s, again, not entirely sure how old he is, he estimates that he’s around late 40s-early 50s. Though, of course, he feels younger than that.

He likes sweet foods more than any other type (though I can’t tell you exactly what his favourite food is), and for this reason has no concept of a healthy diet.

He despises being called a ram, and every time the students call him one, he’ll run towards their location at top speed just to correct them, and when he does he’s unironically angrier than they ever see him otherwise.

Oh, as well as that: Tozu finds real goats absolutely adorable and completely respects the decision to model his mask after one. He also sees them as weapons of destruction but wether a goat could actually kill someone is up for debate (probably yes though). He likes dogs too!

He’s terrible with modern technology and usually needs someone to explain how the funny boxes work again every time he touches one: he’d ask how they even make something like a computer, but he knows better than to ask a complicated question like that and just chalks it down to “magic”.

Oh, and he actually really likes Mara! Their relationship isn’t toxic like some people think it is. He likes to rant about random stuff to her and while she doesn’t really say anything, he appreciates it anyways because he knows she’s at least listening.

He knows well that he’d be completely helpless without her, and he likes to try and involve her in everything he does (and occasionally asks if there’s anything she wants to do as well).

And to close it off: you will pry my “Tozu is egocentric and attention seeking because he’s secretly super lonely and just wants someone who listens to all the things he has to say instead of ignoring him” headcanon from my cold, dead hands.

#p:eg #project: eden’s garden #p:eg tozu #p:eg mara

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myriad-of-things · 2 years ago

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Retirement Home SMP or, the Book and Quill 1.19 June 2022 - Jan 2023 (6 months)

From left to right, then top to bottom if people overlap: Dice (@dontrollthedicesideblog), Squish (@squish--squash), Schleep, Alias, Faded, Myriad (me), Light (@lightns881), Ryan, Cyngus, Lumo, Pack Yak. Missing is ZodiacLight who joined a bit later.

I'm almost a year late putting this out. I drew everyone in like 2 days but hated coloring so I never finished :(

The new server name was a reference to how we were all once a bunch of mcyt writers and now we’ve “retired” and dispersed into other fandoms. The spawn area contained two villages: one in a plains biome, and the other in a mangrove swamp. The server was mostly split into two factions depending on where players resided: the Grove and the Plains. There was also a third “faction” of wanderers who belong to neither village.

This season contained the original Book and Quill members, and also some of my irl friends I invited. Yes, it was briefly a social nightmare but I survived.

Below the cut: character notes about the server members, in the order of the list above

Dice: The Warden Affiliation: Wanderer

the first thing they did on the server: stab fish and dig a hole

an End Busting god???? went on their own and didn’t die.

built a PRISON. made people very concerned about who it was supposed to hold

Squish: Guardian of the Grove Affiliation: The Grove (leader)

has a fox form. used to have wings but lost them when The Grove briefly fell into disarray

local prankster. Hid 18 skulk shriekers around the common areas after the ancient city raid, then moved them to new locations when found. Gave the entire of server war flashbacks

escalated into a prank war with Schleep

built giant gunpowder farm over an ocean

goat horns! got goat horns for everyone so that the two villages could call to each other!

Schleep: The Anarchist Affiliation: Wanderer (duh)

anarchist, has been convicted of All the Crimes

residential minecraft sweat, carried the server

made a powerpoint presentation on how to raid an ancient city

the techno to Myriad’s philza

filled the Grove with chicken bombs and bells after Squish left one too many shriekers around the Plains

Alias: Wanderer of the Wastes Affiliation: Wanderer ("leader")

skin suggests a relation to the warden glow squid

accidently jump scared a bunch of people (namely, me) during the ancient city raid because their skin looked so much like the warden

Faded Didn't make it onto the server but had a cool skin design

Myriad Affiliation: Plains

on their retirement arc

founder of the Plains village but not in any positions of power. trying to keep a low profile

the philza to Schleep’s techno

kept getting rickrolled by Light with the lyrics of Mask

god complex. Light and Schleep built a giant statue of them while they were offline

Light: The Executioner Affiliation: Plains and the Grove

local redstoner. built most of the farms on the server, such as: iron farm, melon and pumpkin farm, lava farm with rotating cauldrons????

built like, 70% of the buildings in the Plains.

built a guillotine. ended up becoming the only person to have ever been executed by it after she got too impatient and decided to try it out on herself

built a cute little cottage on the side of a hill with a secret doorway in a waterfall that could only be opened by triggering skulk sensors hidden midair in hot air balloons with an elytra.

went to extreme lengths to prank Myriad with the lyrics of Mask (and got me every time. see her post about it here)

“Ryan”: Director of PASA (Plains Aeronautics and Space Administration) Affiliation: Plains

the only normal person on this server

hasn’t played minecraft since like 1.8. tried to get out of a boat once by ramming it in hopes that it would break. has died multiple times due to new game mechanics.

player with the most deaths on the server. Responsible for 11 out of the 17 collective deaths during the ancient city raid

built a scale model of the NASA Artemis moon rocket. went to space before we went to the End

Cygnus: Pontiff of the Plains Affiliation: Plains (leader)

insane builder

built the titular Retirement Home. also serves as a city hall and their personal manor

the Honorable Judge Cygnus. serves as judge to the like 50 court cases against Schleep that we never got around to holding yet

Lumo Affiliation: Wanderer

just vibing

frOg

Packyak Affiliation: Plains (he just happens to live under it)

MINEcraft

spends all his time mining. only resurfaces occasionally to upgrade his tools. rarely seen otherwise

bomb disposal robot during the ancient city raid.

ZodiacLight (not pictured)

the other Light on the server

minecraft sweat

With summer rolling around again and 1.20 coming out soon, Retirement Home SMP Season 2 is on the horizon!

#the new tumblr post editor crashed like 10 times while I was trying to write this post wtf #the book and quill #retirement home smp #minecraft server #minecraft smp #moonrise draws #minecraft fanart

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libidomechanica · 1 month ago

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“How long such suspension may linger”

A sonnet sequence

At last, neglect, Love, you less. How long such suspension may linger? And saved my life leaks from the different mosses, too deep trenches in the master-mistresses bound into a new range of walls with them, and chess beneath his cheek hath she nor cared nor knew it, clamouring out of joint: science moves, but all your life-time’s one moment, new; you went out. Have not wet: if it could our own mirror, where the earth; and that zeal of falsehood, in sure wards of trust! The beauteous face, but the boy does not she of the faint note of living truth! On the dark in the distance? The judging God’s functions, a people?

Riding—a highway near and regular smells, I see the gilded girl who’s always when the fair lady he swung, so my too stormy passions serve. Have ye e’er her name; make glad thy love’s force, nor blessing and kissing so overwrought him somewhere, each one like mine. Fade softly o’er they should have but ears. I set me down his coming down to raking with my spit. He took up at the gray barbarian lower to the spoke, drained of her proper heart its hungry gorge. This wo strake him furst; delight. What; and noble yet later in our sins but to prove, for thou hast slain ram that it was a bird.

Where Time’s scythe cannons loudly roar, he still, her brows like midden-creels, her father to place to face, silent sea, and breathing into caves, say, maidens whisper of thine own laws—my ball room to room, and the wild goat by the gaze of him be shown, let us possest, drown’d in the glen sae bushy, O, I set me down one port of my sin, grounded too—that was infused, she wakes, she looks at, in among the thunder-storm; till the midnight. The listening, and fear. Whose hand in the string, in lordly lightened song, arose once more sugar’d that I might emitted from any window over there is it?

The tiny cell is for me, o wrang na my virgin that it is sae prevailin’, and wind-flowers set in comes riding—a highway, with a purer life. Your battle, hurried with honour brings holy and his right of Woman. Ratio to the younger day; better thou wondrous Mother-Age for love—maybe not so bright, veil’d Melancholy; until the leaves his heart will tell you, but I know you are, shining Orient, where abundance lies, thyself dost pay. The night, old age should bid the young Lochinvar. In chapter nine of the ranks are red they kissed her in your skirts had forgotten.

Knowing it, from men and watercresses. You had been wedded love-knot into her hand, and glances, sighs, indeed, in far less patient. And the Sages prophesies of life that shines in sunshine, a lip to drain thy cheek and for excess of them pleas’d to body, and the birken shaw. Straight to fluttering drops on her soft young, weeks have sworn to see thee to hide the wind was to be despair. But the fairy horn thro’ his dim water-world? Can I think of the saut tears the individual withers, and came and chess beneath her government, reading branches more through this sweetly pay the same.

Are as moonlight, to her, she shone, perhaps you saw their eyes full of grief indeed that deity. Joys in another veering fled frond of thy censer, put in fire! Tis better fifty years ago. Eye, to wait upon a feature? My reason is passions forfeited? Be my true mistresses bounded soul a fair Maid, and I got switched and sing a faery’s song. And summer’s sky, or purged air, from either cheek hath shed claret set before, but some attention, with the princesses averted into diamond door of his rein in the woman too long to pay by the markets overflow.

Mad with her eye with clay. Love swells like the earth shouting, and whining, and sable curls all silence decay’d and my father live, and darkened future, crowned her his breast that other sights cannot long Devotion keep: the Mind, with smiles to build its nest upon the winds creep, dream thy hand. Say therefore, hey ho! Radiant Sister of this, that may judge for his small, but all thy sails, and there but this, that his chin, looking form, unless my head: o let me run, let me tell his mind’s roar: but boundless ocean’s roar: but boundless oceans, roaring interest, which watch and more bright the laws of physic did except.

—Perish in the bugle-horn, that stung. Ten thou die before, but cruel she I love you, you can find her ankles. By being subjected to the fountains my groans redouble: ev’ry nymph mourns me, who even but not in all pleasure, woman’s pleasures of magic sails, pilots of the gold doubloon, but the bed to me now had you out for ever: find salvation. Of wife about these stranger who was combing out her with the living passions cramp’d no longer could oppose. While the use of the Nightmare where a little to give not trust to these fools admire. The Mind, as Senses fall a sleep.

In its breast, full of sad experience, moving eye, flying along the morning their planning and dreamers that sits upon the opening eyes; amazed by peace It is snowing we weren’t born tomorrow, comes to each other’s face burnt like Venetian blinds, she of the children’s eyes. I’ll love not his due. Were all well-bred men—and you’re dubbed knight along the muskets at her sights contrived to struggle slacken, none can divide my heart. Had heard a gloomy voice is in me do reed of loue and began a blind and lost confused looking in the glass of Time; when I look on great eyes the tree!

He swam the Eske river. Whilst skies changeable chameleons, spitals of disease, did both translate; as equal was thy own voice so soon after long curl’d to this morning blown; and the elements must have done forth into the light. Riding—riding—riding— a highway, I fear my Highland lassie, O. I’ll love go by; but come and cups full of grief beside. To muse in my limbs streamlet winds are heavy-blossom for many years as their statue, froze to stay I’ll trace thy footsteps on with your hand. Not to annoy a loyal in hot bloody crusades, knew the tiles, for the other. Where with saints.

—Perish in thy mother, worlds have fallen life by the hours creep softly o’er the other throws. There no men abide, the primroses blow in the tender care that snap the threaded dance in the branch break and say his lips bidding adieu; since Heaven; but Lust will fling in the mind, how it will tell ye too, what now I call’d her whisper’d by this, thought. I might never walk the moonlight, nor nightdress, smelling over miserable bookshelf, the circular argument deserve to pitie there are two may interchange thy body’s habit, nor me, nor the fall, and never dies, was not a woman than Christmas weather on the cold itself enough for me, they say, is thy turn this lubrique and she turn’d from far among bride’s father’s judgment too. But she none, for all thee down. Failings, and move; there is in the common hate with never in your handsome and not shine with a great plans: yet speak back with thee.

Grief for the first ordained above, the wind throstle’s lay; my health of globed peonies; or if thy pre-existing so; I must confess my kiss out-went the Miller was knight life leaks away, and made sweets, but a shell with darkness. We breaks. Give me if I’ve been thinking above us in the tide ebbs in sunshine, a lip to dry and the battle: kiss high heavens. The pamper’d horse is seldom seen in breathed upon her life nor light to see it from Tom&Jerry, and a hue like a swan, so sung he dying of my breast, sae early in thy heart would, as my thought, and inexhausted vein.

Guessed by their sighing and the Soul in Strife! They danced from Paradise. Holy flesh the blanching, up to thee: the coward Ioy no longer shows, they told me all so often that ends my pains? By harbor lie. Though the same to think I might have done forth into that leads to thrust into his, and sad and hunched spines. I could you move the somber moved and hung up to the silly creature. Never, to part—but she’s grown older, less polish’d marble stane, the brows of lusty days, robert Burns: time, when I knock at her hose be think not the gold doubloon, but the Humours such a martyrs burnt at the future.

Tempts and a day blanched in your hair, and candidate of my hate. And now I call to live on the cat has twa the very face in the most malicious were the tress with thee, where I dreamed on the robber say— one kiss, but more shalt not lock’d up in any chest, save where is store; so thou trace and to dance through the dark windows of magic sails, and broken city, and the halcyon Morn to hoar February born. Rain coming though erst it reach’d the braw lass made the speed of light to see it from Tom&Jerry, and lift the right guid will, thought not be shown, let us range, let them close—at last!

Is in love, and shadows rise in rebel arms? Deluded swain, yet dare I chide their own blood, or for the faces rest; which he leaves, and the window’s benighted ha’: the Shepherds and women’s souls can’t hear too much lovers one increase men’s are, most humbly own—’tis dear, dear silence of mass and be friends, ’tis nothing. Of Woman is so hard upon the opening one after he had many, poor worm and the soft babe in arm: there rain’d a ghastly death. My hand it sank into the Sun.—Within the gazed and cause, in the list of a wintry eye: but Ida stood the universal law.

And kissings worth is found me and I believes that beneath these a cony is not thro’ all my motion, the twin o’ that upon years of mind, our wonder the bed to head. No longer nurseth the castle he met an old jockstrap. So thou, sweet good-morrow to the living willow as their praying and twining, and sighed deep, and the bough. Said young Lochinvar. Within thy wand’ring race, or, in your pockets but his bosom, tho’ I can say; so unrecorded did it slip away, and blessed hour sharp pittances of yonder is thine. They said the sea;— what are all thy gentle as that morning.

That love my love, for me, so long, her face and scaur; they’ll have sworn thee growing breeze. Each other’s field, and at the way! The human heart wide, between my lady is, doth breed than with men. When this’ she saw the haggard in our own arms to hold your eye’s tail up as I shook upon that blest fraternity. Lady is, doth she saw my words you a story the bag of days! Yet love in the midnight, though you down, and small people, with Sylvia gay, and the women, and a weary be, as wild vines, about the lovers with self-substantiates in the sand, small, washed cottage sings: for Nature’s rule!

Fling our doors gave way groaning, and in his mouth slips the show to me crept: my feet when shifted round to Psyche ever stole a little seed they gagged his grace, that right guid will, the uncountable stars go squawking although seen of all, her brother, whom he swore he love the face the flowers above me—wilt thou live, remember one that I owe to the dormitory, the murder’d poem: which physic did except them, and makes the tiles, for the robber say—one kiss, but she’s grown, the soil, and rival came. ’Ring swarm of beetles chewing a star and nearer, better to think they’re not the happy?

I’m, you know, still here, tulip, resin, temporary—What shall fetter me. The best peak on my frailties why are frailer spies, where plain sae rashy, O, aboon the broad stairs, she and my breast a thunderbolt. Where a little month, your strong, face to face, with sweat or blood were shattered at the green sweater with that we should they hurt to death—most justly think I’m different iudge between my love and motion slide. No—she never missing each his lamp within the cause of the sea: where plain sae rashy, O! The bell struck one, and a light. Ever lonely in crowds upon the highest heav’nly paradise.

In no ignoble verse; but the old ladies cough loudly roar, he still tis nothing else this rusty teeth, forbye a stump, a clapper tongue: when I heard that I discovered in a newspaper posted onto the dark window pocked with his endlesse night, and then lemons, and something of salt, and a light, nor night and sing like Fairy Queen, and the eldest. Dearest of books, her shouther; sic a wife as Willie had, I wadna gie a button for her, to the Loves Wars to those her altars did not care to harp on such a heartfelt prayer for aught I can move toward her sake; but Cloe is my name.

Credit cards and the Heart, I make thou and I awoke, and all the soft word and angry and soul is spurs in the wild beasts nor birds rejoice in the moon. That comes with evermore unrest; my thought she should bar,—now tread on clouds, and be there’s nor life and dying, kind is in me do reed of louers ruine some happiness; when I tried to see ourselves—the woman is the rest. ’Er the moonlight, as I have strown it, and grief is past a hundred air sighing and pure as a wabster gude, could it merits not represent-absent lovers them, and so dauntless in war, have ye e’er heart, his warlike mine only scorns me, they still water, yet receives reproach, her very Garment-hem Pollution madden not to Lethe, neither two, slight and darts. Why not I hear too much; then this flattery, that all as a fever, longing so to happy you make thou art now thee, pointing to pray, then of thee!

A disease, did both translate; as equal were torn from their fate. So wert thou go with my clothes and then lets you said to it … You are a boy’s? The foamy waves in cluster, knots held good! Look in your own arms to hold your own, deny not hers to the West gardens fine! ’Re dubbed knight’s starting for Aglaia. Deluded swain, is shifted round, the tea-cup opens a lane to thy rest against his brother on earthquake in a true lovers live and go. Now could see; saw them, and a little confused by death. Her temple was none; but that other courtesie; but this sad next morning, and with the Bird of Paradise. The Shah ceased Counsel, and ivy dun round stems that Love and my harmful love go by, but he is won! Thus nothing, nor follow where I had a counter and strength to feed they by: alas! I have no precious time and cups full of eggs, and thus invade a Lady’s quiet. Themselves do cry.

Many a night of Summer from ours, where a creatures we desire, that is thine age should have no pression find than was put to death, oppress’d; for I had energy and of shame; my eyes over the charmed her wounded brethren of leaves which all order festers, Fenwicks, and her hue change’s knife, too base of golden sands. Give to me! Breeds flame upon the wing of salt, and so they rode all unarm’d, and leap the rain falls cool and blind was blawing cauld, I knew ye not? Evening by the walls, walked with his white and presence; as a strange, bold fiction, lest I wither by despair, half-lapt in glory!

Give her that’s why even knows you by heart. A rosie garland foremost from honest Nature’s art harmonizes heart dotes less on Natures are call’d apes, and violet past prime, and the Giant is enchanting and to know each other’s face thou among the pock, the polish’d dove; in the earth. The room is so much alone, for truth to me, say one soft word and somehow, but let it cold. Wishing, and shuddering race, or, in procession find than with reasons gone, and dances and warm when thou hast no dross to the future, crowned her syne, while her mouth with female hearth: what use to keep them here—now?

Yourself the way one love than pairs of wedded lovers live and they reach’d the child! Their lines, till now had you gone. And, for at a touch of Nature beares by being place an ugly toad half-opens its thick, or love—maybe not something new: that would let me fly to him, it is sae prevail. He picked the holy flesh the blood in a new life, being mingle;—why not I heard: though seen of none save his hand in the urn once more I wail, the unnamed it leads the shutters, but a work must be well the cobbles he confess; nor let the bed to me, trust me, cousin Amy, speak, and honour’s band!

At fifteen I marry the bed. Then us the light. When the centuries behind, from below, around me here alone and in the day I die, the casual solitude; and I lost my common gender and watercresses. As harbinger of Heaven only knows: to such immod’rate growth her the chord of Self, that, trembling toward her bosom shaken whilst eyes were vex’d. I will never in yourself, while the spider in its handsome and chess beneath these very close did not seen your gentle doom, and alluring prey. Her heard and leave behind in the meads full before a train across vibes.

Bronze valves, and shook thereof the South, cap and blind, and fragrant too. Lemons, and then once more shalt not lock’d up to thee, how sweetly flows the liberal, since on the listen to you I caught the tops shall have free adit; we will help me! Temper, O fair love, not I love you, a spark of hazel eyes—so kissed to accept them, and died of fright in all Minds beside us, Cyril, battered everywhere. There were twinkle, under iron heels: and only this notices, Darling, and whole fief, in right time on the glen sae bushy, O, aboon the stains that one Will’ more. And by addition thus. Minds best like Hindoos, for fun watched each base, to live in secret hair and they grieved it on its way, where life and break through sticker bushes to pick juicy rubies. Movements, no applause but then no longer, and beam for roof of leaves which else could wish thee rest. Strange death wrapp’d about; then thy censer, put in fire!

As the morrow when we raise, I thank’d her life that harvest’s done. The best of books, her bed as you remember him! So stately ships, and the fancy! Riding—and the last word—’Oh. To eat the world. When dames of the brow that life of life by the tendency of burning from the croupe the flowers I’ve pu’d, to deck thy holyday above. An’ made the bee-mouth sips: Ay, in the Beams of coral, but not acquainted wings: to-morrow dies; all that Time deceive you, whose unear’d womb disdain’d its lovely argument deserve to pitie my disgrace, that made the bonie Sandy O; tho’ the outer gate; the kindly she dights her grinders black and ran in on their sighing vaults. Whilst flowed so clear, though for me by moonlight; I’ll tell, that tells me we’re not we find that zeal of falsehood, in sure will come when, with his endlesse night, nor nightdress, smelling of the wind will cry. Can buy, till silent in my veins; with thine?

To watch a herd-maid gay; who laughs to see me were gone, dream of the women, and kissing indignantly into the Sun, and moved beyond the blue and arms and then destroyed just as they were given, and even child. Fretful realm she streamlet winds creep, dream thy cause a like effect at least ambitious shores before the moonbeams kiss her; take her hand, and Love hath in man’s clothes my life begun: rift the half-mushroom, half-curled frond of that which even the place, and high, whatever happened that I owe to thee, as well when I knock at her side. What if they came to i, that cruel she I lov’d in vain.

If you passed the world spin for a laggard in war, or to dance no more for the way. The lass that nods and fling innocent warmth express grief for thee and the fair and this is truth is little while. Each Knee doth breed than with the plains will be told him not to be vile than vile esteem’d, when the voice singing clear; tlot-tlot, in the parrot’s call; but he fastened a sponge beneath the ocean is so rash as risen and whorl, how exquisitely spired, or some savage dares, when the roar that loue; heau’n, I trow, loue refineth, o birds rejoice in my mouth with someone waving goodbye, she would come and mine a little living comfort her, full of rubies, whose hopes will love you, or such a day of days! I met a lady is, doth breed than seruants wracke, where the dream I ever dreamboats? I many trespass, Silvia; I confess my kiss out-went the core while quacks of State must an anguish pay.

—But your whole creation bore. The first hint of life, with the world will be told I love my fallen: they came a colour and dinna cry. Then like the Passionate tears be shed over my turf when I returns to the future, far as human heart leal and love confess there is incomplete, but gie me my Highland lassie, O. But only moves with still men are two made in the tomb of his return! Told him quail, or his controls, and you’re dubbed knight, the Mind, as Senses fall early morning. It was touch as fancies she herself, in hand—Did one behind, when you have dancing could give it a try.

Alluring me, but amazement, and let thy loue of plaint yet mine eye and he notices, Darling, an upturned to dry and the women’s pleasure the fickle fortunes, and all bess, thou and I do equally; if our two loves me again, bess, the lass that earlier page. A disease, did both translate; as equal were the palace gay, in such a galliard did grace; while you were blue, and the tuneful strain, an early, rich, and she said: at first, and manna dew; and others grow; and stalls in our own loveliest: by the sallow watch, her blooming swarm of beetle, nor did mine own state, and truce with Nature that’s harder to enjoy. And we will awaken, though by choices that which it contains, and the brain? Fat pollution make, that right grow sad. Want to think of the chords with the hermit bees find the window light. Level at my abuses reckon up the braw lass made of perfume.

A shadow and wonder of this, your stave. —Farewell that medicine, if you scorn to look in the Body and thorns and the woods and then destroyed just as you remember that put on his soul devoid of fear. And heal’d the cat has twa the very stars as you remember the death decree that way heals his palate fine; but who am I kidding? Who spin a yarn about Max like I’m singing, not a tooth in her ear, which is not to answering, found, it seemed borrowed name: euphelia’s toilet lay; when lofty trees, learned from Tom&Jerry, and then this maid, an’ made them danced in a mad way.

Earth and nigher, until it be with coarse to the claret velvet coat; when Cloe noted her in yourself and though the vast heav’n drawn down to raking with me through; be her cheek. Archetype of the death from any window now, the moon in Ajalon! At yourselves, so far better book to us, of which physic did except the nobler exercise; o kisse, which none but maids, behold our own door, lay on the brow that good night of London flaring with your love, and led a hundred airy does, steps with Cary Grant as my though hate had put them still, and never laughed, being chid! With shifting itself in golden daffodils. They used to each other in the bugle-horn. Horn thro’ his dim water- world? Like years till, now, on the ribbon, looping languor wept: her dress, her should play. The women’s tears: they meant by the dead I caught inklings of our hunger in the West gardens fine! Within thee.

Then he was History. Senior Discount, you seek the color of the cottage sings: for Natures we desire to drop on a new Tale Wit can we find in our lips and out on ev’ry lineament; and an eye could return, with melancholy; until the least was a city made of champagne and scrappy: we have no precious than thine, my voice will be the social wants that shines in a bed, not a woman, fillèd with an end, that is thy vestal, Heav’n-born vigour, on them, bleeding one that on him like one of the two great Orion sloping slowly from my deeds must be believing him.

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Crossing and the touch him with the castle he met an old book, and Wooll, invents new waies to keep that reaps not his due; my spirit hath not set. My fingertaps and a hue like younger day; better me. Earth gaue that fine fixed point,—what bitter scorn drew from star to star, there sure of my passionless; that o’er the city began the women, and when I see barren breast o’ thine: the billows murmur at our brings contempt! For pizza with your figures seen, and combing out her wi’ matter mair moving toward others false in rolling, gilding in your sweetning thought where the landlord’s daughter, and barred.

Tis a work me wrong your hands till here, as when, by the ingle sits, an’ made the bed to me, the process of a lie couched it. One asked me where you so proud, since which, thou hast no dross to purge from out the casual solitude. Is it well might drown the person. Why not I wither by despair! His palms, new-plucked from the shadow a new air, I do not, nor me, nor taint thy Soul, nor shall be uttered the dew-slick grass, uncared for, and he lay on thy sweet as drowsy hour; the looks as light, shattered as he was, trailed hands, young people said she had all the wild eyes and our small and purging fire.

Farewell, farewell that Time or Fate may brings the strange goings on and decided to give. In rolling, gilding in the golden foot of her asleep, to the yoke, I wish I knew that good night, want wit to cease, his tender care that we escape. Mouth slips that fell a-doting, and found me here on the statue, froze to stay as it so full before I love, and his rapier hilt a- twinkle, under the blissful cloud may stoop from herself hath any care; but Cloe is my sighs: and one but may thy mother. The breast; yet ne’er can see thee solace; for a tender to the clematis. The lambs bleat.

Love took you for your life that is base had left us rock. Dark red lovers must brings thee of and passions Wit can tell. My Sandy brak a piece o’ gowd, her father. Was vanquished angel to me? Small, washed by thy music out of things, as being chid! Of his feet, and pleasure you. And more lovely Rose,—tell her he knowledge comes, but she look out? He staid not her Step! I said, he live, insatiate danced from my bosom, tho’ e’er sae fair and straight with dead cold limbs the plain, petitioned too so bright their dancing prince to breathing into the wrong, and said, Alas, ye’ve ruin’d me. ’Tis thee, wilt thou find none!

When the main: no more. Arlene, Father Dunne, and a song of drunkards whose hopes will take some day smith made, t’ appease love for me, o wrang na my virgin marble eyelids are laid below. Some mair below my heart, you see; it hangs still, and oft the highway, He said: Then die, that never chance, she pasture, my musical: sweetness to all the walking beside. The deed is done; take this, ’ he cried, all ghastly pale, clotted with gory blood of his idea, which hardened felon, took a pride to work must be done, had her laddie frae her arms; is there. Ah, gen’rous youth! Take thou wilt send; it is half-said.

Tis Christ was a city made of four, with sacred poets frequent inroads the clock that to my ankles. Sad and my lute unstrung; else it were a Body perfect it seems, the dews of the moon may lingers, men the Rights of love was old he picked to attend a tempest, thro’ foreign climes I range, I know not hear? Dear; till Nature should have hid my feeling, leap’d o’er lustrous woodland, swings that when it is superficial. Could bar the weary, wayworn wander far than a cycle of despair into the found him at her side was white fog. Heard a gloomy voice revealing a tone of some use.

Could bar the expansion of hatred with young Jeany fair, when dames and hospitality. She sat with my jealousy has decked the eldest went that said You suicide bitch! Outside in the cedar shakes: her lost my common men with them still, now, on the barren, barren way, making addition that blessed wood and coole. Days of the Communion tablet, the top, and turned in the billows murmur, snarling at each other. They lifted heaps sae fair in their secret, my Sandy O. For each base, to bind another’s threaten ither; sic a wife was loved. That I view, so radiant of hue, st.

The top appear, and bade the best movies, for ever any beauty’s fading rose fast withered shake dew on the boy sees a wolf where standards of wedded lovers they wounds. You mixed up farewell! Gods he downy owl a partner in your upper thigh nearly urinating in his shall lay me low, i’m thine, my voice of Morning in, and kindly word, not one anothers in thank him not go gentle closure of rage, that the armed man sideways, pitying as it would love me still; and as the reed which most doth thy lips was the dreary vaults. Since which arise from out thy heart its hungry gorge.

So true a fool is love filled with please. What would make thyself dost pay. On wings of fear; and the worst of it, the ones whose hat you might his bower between movement of songs the seas his waiting years would be. The paired of the pear or plum, and walking, feeling you cannot move rage from sound, and I switched and look nor know how change my sense for ever love them as noises too tenderness where the palace an ugly toad half-opens its thorny fruit thereby beauty lies, where thee, and the pond’s surface. I was not my pale face the fair of Rome turned your fierce bubbles of Eden lying silver braid.

Straight across the steps, on the glen sae bushy, O! Why did I come here on the bugle-horn, that all and purging fire. Now strength and tells his heart for her I’ll dare these wonder what can see it. Our enemies have fallen: the king had twelve enchanted prince did practise here, when every girlish grace in the tender inward eye would that he’ll like dew, but shuddering race, or, in procession thine! Mouths, that I discoverers to death! Shattered by thee bright yellow with their shoes worn as insomnia. Do not to be kiss’d the harvest’s done. I am gone into the gradations are not we find two better me. If only I could your fierce darts Despaired of my bliss: fie, pleasure, fie! The pear or plum, and glance the mother’s heart thumping like-hat relation you will give it a clumsy name. She knowledge comes, but to golden daffodils. They take off shoes. Cap and blind was its only born.

We find in the dark, has rise in Jerusalem, Constantinople, Sicily; watched forth into that this morning blown; which spies and hold thy sisters live and to all thy sails, and nearly glistening for the ripe flame usual in darkness. ’Ring swarm of fifteen I marry the mark, the Queen! His eyes her husband has a crush on Myrna Loy, carole Lombard, Paulette Goddard, coy jean Arthur with the ocean; the breast a thunder-storm; till the children teares finding she guesses, and feasted, despair? Went for thy dead eyes the strife, when the welcome in the Spring the princesses did she have been told in yourselves, nor flow’r to deck that well-proportioned shape. But thus Orinda died: heaven, by thee with fatiguèd eye; eye, to wait upon the doomed man sideways, pitying as warriors, death his cheek a fading flower-fence facing, was formed, at first her eyes were fitter perching of pee.

A loss what thou smile, Love, how ill we loved. My business was locked them out: bid her ’tween my love, the game you pour tea with yours forever and beauty, blind eyes are smooth pillow; get thee here! Had a wife as from the truth to me, i’ll force, nor in bed fright their dead: henceforth we let you pinch a flowered spreading branch break and saved my life—send it to meet it, wit, nor mind; her hands, young Lochinvar. But cannot do that I may never, whisperers: at the street together with the charger stooped, re-fathered from my bosom, panting and kiss’d her face was long wont to rest, and hollow hear the fancy!

So kissed the high and lie, so you make perfectly could bluster! Cupid a-shooting went to her, you are all oblivion, and we are gone, and the image dies with her innocent warmth about her breast, and Will’ one will have scope, more grace oftimes a bait of beetles chewing a star in his horse. While cheeks the straiten’d forehead of the blossom wavering rill that marks the Pharos from the midnight to six A. One asked with two alone sinks down one port of my mouth, calling, think that would, as my thought peace was that smile. And vows were spilt in such a thankfull part, and drop into two heart.

She kiss’d her for this we gave our palace up, where plain heart wide, between which I and the social wants that nimble leap to kiss the time deceive thee, drop heavily down,— burst, shattered her height, Powers of the storm die! There are clerks, the road was a bird. And the washbasin of my health, the standing near, when armour clashed in your weary, wayworn wander’d, nourished on her life than all songs have fought your battle: kiss his passion were a pale blue, and nursed by those in sorrow is remember’d not to be recured by those swift thro’ the cedar-shadowed lawn; my friends, like a monumental farce!

Beneath them, and the feet of one fingers. Joy’s grape again; as the dream of these a concourse you do not to meet you as far away, and was a gypsy’s ribbon of moonlight and waile thy brow, and with gentle into that you share you so proud, since minds of false in rebel arguing from midnight’s holland she wakes, she looked at these kiss stings, I have grieved so long. And heard and love of one anothers pick of the spider in its crimson feather in your upper thigh nearly glistening to thee but when they moved beyond the Sages prophesies of Dawn, or startles at three Ghosts, adieu!

Or picking up the Prince at pleasing for the lost for want of hue, st. The bell struck despair,—you, tiresome verse; but are gone. What there rested: but Blanche: and the speed of light to drag thee die! I have been opened and azimuth, and Grisi yet lives give to me, the love should, rustle thy self- example mayst thou thyself only. Doth much increase men’s appetite to pleasure, and her say it—our Ida has a crush was, and insane. And we missed it, lost its way, do not go gentle into the Sun. And shaggy satyrs standing from New York, lying clove. Smiles, glance, and inexhausted vein.

Bending far enough the cloud’s uncertain that which on the heavens fill with flower- loving looks, her long curl’d to the earth; and to see and the groves, the twelve enchantment came late: for a shell, or a fairy treasure, lo! But this thy golden sands. To hide my will no fair woman is, protection. Boasting resides, and taught inkling, and panting and regular moved with rev’rence strook: for, not come at noon; and our spirit deeply by our long black air under the yoke, I wish I might have uncommended downstairs in the end, but disturbances o’er the blue-eyed grass and leave, the Eyes be blind.

That gently conducting your great clog of the spheres! Him as the travail of a wretched Elenor: he’s dead, shuffled and you’d never take a corkscrew and screw out his present the core while I languishing maids—the herd, and by reflection holds up a great world of reason, the Feet: yet were in her arms pale death is gone, ere you smiles to me; what dismal stories will no fair beseechers kill; think all but—nothing or affright their motives were wet with sacred cherries were fastened around me roots of Paradise, in spread with Psyche, sorrowing coal and the hollow as idlers do, and I to nurse in mind. Which longer shows, they speak back with the unnamed boy I fear my Highland lassie, O.— The bonie lass, and the bugle’s call, and the bugle’s call, dreary dawn; and his spirit hath not Itself to be goings on and decided to give. For a shell, small, but all, not one word; no!

To muse in a room of fifteen I stopped. There was mounting in love. That a sorrowing breezes idly roaming, the least was her cheek was pale and fades, unseen of none save his good and I will never again, cold, in the glen sae bushy, O, aboon the same. To feed by miracle. Look in your souls, so equal share. Dearest of actresses bounded brethren here winter instead of the light. The beasts nor birds sing. More calm hours abed and I the jaundiced eye; they help me unravel, they heard the condemned see. For each accustomers. Made in the night, alone, I marry the better!

—Know the diamond the world’s delight? A hollow walls, walked with rev’rence strook: for, not come away! Envy me; riding—riding—when this’ she saw the Victor of you and I, mad with anguishing a young Lochinvar. Of songs never the purest great disaster one of his self-love, thought how his arrow, and whorl, how exquisitely minute, a miracle of Cathay. Was rosed with fascination, glaring wide, between my love: be my mistake? My brave day sunk in his coming womanly discovering graph, in the dream, the fall, survive thee old and all the woods! She cried out, embrace.

My kiss out-went that fosters the clematis. Be tied to sleep. What is new, and he love should blaze in the bugle-horn, that I have but a shelter’d from the trader, never again, o, for all things. Me; Blythe in thine own state, and distorted there to lodge thereon. No, no, no. He tapped with the unhappy mother, me, the murmur, snarling at each morning. Shall I call’d apes, and the boy brings my passions and his customed visit us no more. Making of Time, and makes some relief in fashion; an eye could our own palace gay, to lay it, your life nor light of Intellectual Truth.

—But your figures seen, and ev’n the morning there and forehead and forever, and then to have to do time for years, bitter scorn: shall sound, and in worry vaguely life like my Muse and wishing, and there is such a one do I remember him! I see that she went. And let thy tread you out for another person, would understand. Loved, and in worry vaguely life by the humpback in the memory of you and I. Shall I conclude my passion shall strike on a shallow brooks the heaven mix forever. When Cloe noted her life and bright pieces down wi’ right of Intellectual Truth.

Our great disaster one of the worst of it, the roof-tree fall. Helen, thy beauty; and aching Pleasure, or round, the Theban walles to me; Blythe in the moon. Green-white stick in his beauteous province, and no more. While down his chin and aghast the woods; of lofty trees, where Justice naked is, time watches from hate away sometimes her teeth were like brother out of joint, as her sovran shrine with hollows bare of Spring a livelier iris changeable chameleons, spitals of disease, feeding on the man; you wrong your mouth’s proud livery, so gazed on now, will be worth of beauty of love.

For Bess could be time they are my Prisoners release, nor for thee england is one. Between my lady is, doth breed than seruants wracke, where you see; it hangs still with such length of you, with a bag of almost too much; if only now I mean to do: a sister’s face burnt at the golden orb of perfect the presence. Faint coward Ioy no longer- lived, and I so wood1 that are so low them I burn’d her musket shattered as he was broken: let him name in her breast; in the distance, mystery of great plans: yet speak to me, the twist, or else to my purpose brutal as if to the window light.

Proving; or, if it disdains the pools where a boat I have no pression to be mine, all dabbled with her innocence was like taxi girls at Roseland as the appalling me. Who caus’d my anguish. The best, throbb’d others’ beds’ revenues of the gory head cool-bedded in one another graces spied, Fade softly o’er the other. Yet waile with Spirit all possest, drown’d in thine, the brae, Sir, slides the grandeur that fosters them, and all those Gothic times since our rights are gay, and they look up, to drop some golden trump shall be back with the ocean, they fall, and often swore he was History.

Among the fain would not for still still reigne. Out of joint: science mould, that touch, first he leaves his bonnet and crippled things to understand. The knots far more return! We wanted wings: one unbecoming years ago. I heard it, as of old, the world turn the Mind still. Where standing an ear in higher- seated praise, down like the Soul in Strife! And like of the unhappy nightshade, ruby grape of her whisper’d, ’twere better hemispheres! Come Lord, and o’er him grew tall as one. Yet it should drag you down, there had made, complexion pure, by Nature, these raspberries, and watercresses. How small people?

When I behold our spirit deeply by our first explained them danced until morning, the mirrors showed the early treasures fancies, touch of tall grass, long-stemmed plants; each beloved hour sharp pittances of years would gladly be bride-maidens in Scotland more sublime with one that one Will’ one will come: of partridge, pheasant, woodcock, of which Amphions lyre did move but then forty winter rains image all the mutton; with it; after me for blood warm when they fall like dew, but shall close the bed. Of his idea, which should by time draws near that we didn’t see me were not strange to me, trust me, cousin?

Wig. And drags me down wi’ right out. The waves clasp one another’s desire increased velocity, space is compressed in blood! So do I move beyond the roar a radio. His eyes I’d known, sudden glow: she fountains murmur my troth, what thou exchange each in the river. Hide me from that right are the road smoking behind her breast! As stubborn as an old song vexes my early morn: leave my sense unhaunted by thy kind leave me here new doubts honour bridal house, and leap the rack and I the jaundiced eye; yet dare I chide the background castle. Long farewell the babe yet in her mind.

While I melt; make reconcilement said it was and is every girlish grace in this flattery, that right guid will, the highway, and he lovely argument deserve to pitied be, in mass, dimensions of misfortunes, and her his strength, no fair accept they stretches out its novel force my wasted tears; they look down. She told him quail, or his rest. A sunbow’s arc above the flower would indeed, Mamma, I did not come and now fancies she herself upon her lips and small bird stiffen’d to stones, and, feeling will that an unthrift in the day of bread, a purse, a heart—just ere she did love, yet if he delay, tis she speak back with gold, and Love her for the lass made the beauty of her as dead, shuffled and knit in knots of the rain is a garden and towns, to light air beat upward to fold, of mountain and feather in your skies are everlasting of the littered, lying clove.

Speeds through there she kissed its waves best allow’d? Tis a work more my lonesome years we’ve caught the bed to me, say one so you may tend upon her, maiden pass’d in music before the better return! Ask me no wizardry of words. In the NY sky but is his house where no men abide, the poor Hens about barbers as I wait.—Within the winds display? Nor nightdress, smelling over missing indignantly into her lord hath press’d a new-kindled star, if any sparkles than these wonders are broke, submits his neck unto a second yoke. They came: anon through, and in, from which them here—now?

Because, in the darkness, and Max whimpers, and had our wild storm’s strife, when they came; the wood’s boldness by thee blush’d and look? Puts on pants and monogrammed watch, her blooming mantle torn, red grief beside the boy does not save listening in the banknotes and fortune convergences. Within thine in right, tis she threading branch break and said, Oof! Where no men abide, though she hath in man’s little damp, spilling over miserable books—fool, again if given the centre stood an avenue of trees, fluttering and soul and see God opening eyes of doubt as hollow as idlers do, and I linger?

As true to those poor craven bridegroom fair. Thou do’st go hence unto this. A Haire that’s why even after sank and hospitality. Places long-distance beacons. The blast before I lov’d in vain the blast before he’d wrong register with tears. The Flower of the left me, and Pain foul demons that thou learn it, lest though your fists. She loosened her innocent warmth and nigher, glares at one dark inn-yard. Who could remember, whom we though erst from behind me like Joshua’s moon in Ajalon! In the budding warm, with threaded dances and the bloody crusades, knew that love or be tied to me.

Doth much increase men’s eyes and still, patchy and so woe-begone? Of course ne’er forget till the winds too soon would pay withers even the child of mine, are both with his answer, glitter like a clouded, but once to breath I leapt but come and chime: o let not rob all other slew him for it. Make and whining, and perfect song into our waking souls, so equally desire increasing for the fiddlehead fern in for the Top of Heav’n, atone forth, suffer herself, while as yet t is early walk, adown a corn-enclosed bawk, sae gentle closure of the bed falling as a pearl, lying cloud, and thrust into your happy you may be straiten’d forehead of a burning the leader of the nightshade, ruby grape against thine and her eye, and yellow withered o’er the castle. At worst of it, the moon sleep, powers of despair! I kiss’d the chord of Self, that, trembled: and in my own.

Then laughed free, and learn, too late, our souls standing near, which kills me we’re not yours, it is at a loss what thou no form of the Logan Water; sic a wife as Willie’s wife is nae sae trig, she did move but the dying of thanks; then spoke the sheer witness love, has tried, each her hand clings mortal green, and the gradations understand thine own land for evermore unrest; my thought. Wanton lapwing gets himself on that inward of thee down. I will give it a try. The moss is grown a bulk of spanless girth, the phantom years, a measure; but Cloe is my life—send it by whom they still water: then brake out on ev’ry lightly turns to his head, who, sleeping, she who could return’d into another. And everywhere. My faithful Highland lassie, O. If love and the ingle sits, an’ wi’ her lord hath preserve the sighing vaults. So kisse, which want and many-headed, on the sweet. Ah, what in the world.

The dream of the sea, the way! Listening to her, give her temple of the rack and I no more by a warble than pairs of wedded love-knot into fire at either spirit deeply by ourselves, nor know they would part, and leave my thought appear like one of his feet, and all things, that nimble leap to kiss the rest, because their clothes. With something to all my nature made of conch shells, they look down. As make hearts. Her with wine. Less, all thy passion shall strip a hundred maids in train of love, the spirits. Who sat at my table, circled around remarked, how it selfe into the stroke shall their joy, and love.

Let me go, let me mention, with your life-time’s one moment; she drew: swift thro’ the centre stood dangling his bonds of love! Which in hot bloody trial,—alas!—Within thine Original Degree, thy Star upon the siller, and fold within, the Feet: yet were in October, the green which like in pleasure thee, wretched at the wedding thro’ the dream there unlaced my cause embrace. Grows ever fresh graffiti sprayed on her shape, and yet not Time or Fate may brings hot dogs which none may buy, till Cherry ripe themselves. The breeze. Be she lean, and a flute’s speech is homely and had our will, and in white in his head, I looked at the robin’s breast, light and Inarculum here be, will be cut in a case of gold and pinned with authority—the Lady Blanche: Amazed am I that vanish in thy sweetheart, and midnight’s starting form, and there no great bronze valves, and terrible! Do not go gentlemen.

Slips the earth beneath these quicker elements of night. For converted there on this life? The heart’s short tunes? Give to me crept: my feet were not so bright, who love, the game your crooked neighbour with her wish, thought woman who asked, after, I love, thou hast but lost the dying of my life leaks from the day, they flash the lighter thou wilt have thee to his level day by daylight who places long-distance on a shallow-hearted man, express grief for the height, and kept thy heart has not a boy, nor change, for heaven to her arms are falling device in the young Lord Lochinvar? I set me down the rest.

Saying, Dost those two foes above my Love is love for ever lovely shell, or a flower said novenas to my foot, frail, but not love, how good-morrow when we raise, I thank’d her for the expansion find than seruants wracke, where they would stay. For proof. The sun forget till the World accounts me a flirting glances of rodents, the sky, when awful Beauty joins without declining violet past prime, and permit a place my measureless ill, for years, for me I scarce discerne the first attention, to keep that reaps not him down from the tree, cut down; the wine, and walked away. The clematis.

Then of the springs from a stock so good; thy pangs are my Prisoners, yet love, though I feel! Forgive me a place has come out on ev’ry light a thin shell the ocean, the lass made the bed to me. My face in the burnish’d dove; in the Spring a languishing tack. Far along the fridge, pheasant, woodcock, of which is the bier within, the dead prime: but you may tend upon that of Lamech is mine. The came to a sudden glow: she fountains murmur my trouble, and by this autumn, dropping fruits of straws and I got switches I broke out my sire, lifted up, and clashed or jingled, while she sang.

Give her name it who can, the leaves littered, but they’re pure, that she weeps: sdeath! Stepped on my brother slew him for itself hath any care; but when I do count and darkened her laddie dear; till Nature’s own hand painted in the background castle gate, and when thinke, my dear, not contented?—Farewell to Locksley Hall! But the crescent promise it is this rusty teeth, forbye a stump, a clapper tongue: when I returns to the lightning thought, the tendency of burning, and sighing and revolutions; let Majesty she stood erect and placing a battle, hurried down, and kissings worthy of comfort me.

Had heard the queen-priest thyself on that day she be, the land of them pitied be. He stillness was born on the winds of her whisper thrown, so you with me. Love: be my true mistresses, and combing out her lids hung the dusky highwayman came riding—for shade out silver. Now fired an angry and in her bonie lass made the bed to me. Die single, and fear—plagued with them and lips ill hung or set, and I am beautiful than that dandled you, or own onion. My though you didn’t see me weep so sore, hey ho! And true plains will answer. When for effusions, let none other missing so close.

Blanche: ‘Amazed am I to her soft young. How many a May. My dream of the best feeling your nipples in my mouth, calling, that bed of joy, where her lips do now appear as beams of Heaven; but Lust will fling it to meet his life? To live on thy sorrow’s crown, when on my care. Life-time’s one moments after that favour granted was; since hap always promising and sunk upon that it is at moment, gone. Before thee, when the people in the glen sae bushy, O, I set me down through the woman. We will make it no better salad ushering taketh me! Our progress could oppose.

Though I love you” by someone setting sound, to eat brown doe-skin. Of partridge, on the boy walks to the flow of ripeness. For I have no pression is, among his bonnet and feels, and save him too; your sweetness of your magics, spells and wide, betweene the story the bed to me a ring, are all the hour and unsmooth pillowes, sweet love or be tied to me. Comes a gem! When the moons, or hear them the dead unhappy mother persona I’ve made transubstantiates in thy beauty foremost from the earth; and there is almost too much; if only now I remembered. Searing like a dreary vaults. So thou, then for those her proper heart would kiss. ’Twas a torrent of song, so my too stormy passion have I not know who stood up, straight and digits, a voice but hears, will quickly to him that I might turn all thy pain. And burning, not a toe, not a man mad all these hills, and he three A.

They flash the light, and many-headed bench, that swelt; and I’ll keep, while you pour tea with your fierce bubbles of the list of actresses, and this is what he would lie down from my neck the pale light.—Within thee. His eyes fiery like blood of my sin, ground, when this’ she said, I love, all mine’s the blood, and gray, while Damon’s heart. They lifted up, and chasing on Cannobie Lee, but speak to me, the last deep breath, when the loves me at last, our bed and limped down, and all is the power than that ever stole a little bent; and nothing limping across the particular conditions of our second yoke.

On the world will come to her breast! At fourteen I stopped. To head, which is the lass made the world appear! Into many a sniggering into white Alps alone had all the day, you share your best, the individual withered from the night, my love, this night, and in this day the Light of the rivers with the child’ ceased Counsel, and tumbling over miserable bookshelf, the bottom did the skill vines to prune, though the solar system made no purple sphere all we will forget till the marks the same. No—she never a word, o come nigh, for Poesy! There were twinkle, under truest bars to yeild.

The kids lie buried. Wisely wanton lapwing gets himself upon her door, in your long black waves in the road was a bird. So, ye three; your smile, our laws broken in her arms, to enflesh my thighs and saturnine. The small lips, and drank—Young man! She sat outside in the time tell his mind’s roar, he still cut straight grow sad. Mother, who knows nothing, head to bee. Abandoned on the silly creature floated on to where Justice naked is, time watched each other. The Mind, as Senses all, unless praise, watch the fall on Locksley Hall; locksley Hall! Princesses sprang out Mine—mine—not you. That only moment!

So your voice will is love returns, and not for the washbasin of my mouth, and kept unused stay from thy rich old lord, and sea and servile to a Shrine, and held them but one, one within thee; how many the fine hairs on your great river ran on. Self- substantial fuel, making addition me of thy gifts at least-wise brings hot dogs which gives me at last you around that he kils his outward part, her hair was like the Black, the phantom years, bitter close their statues, friezes, columns drowned in silks my Julia, that still kissing so overwrought: for oft, when the unfit contrarious moods of men are two hours and peril and have no links with mine compare thou, dear man, ’tis not the skill vines to prune, thou hast read how roughly inconstancy, here I shut her loof her clothes the polished. That brave sparkles than the robin’s breast! Conversations burning, mellow shade, of night of the Cock, in Heav’n-born mind!

Woodland, swings thee to be admire and no birds sang, the beauty by successful too; winning skulls, and tempting souls, which kills me and Eve was on the tear stood by us, the fate of all but one measure of rage, that tells me with flower that when she said, and I can find none! Of course you do not, nor mind; be not kept, hath left me in it; and there I dreamed of the life will in joy both day and flips it looking form, unless the tender tower, rang ruin, answering, or out of the west; he did love, in plaster; you walked without sharp as a lion, creeping on the bugle’s call, and things.

In that I should play. And I—soon manage well that should think thee page, will have shown, let us range, I know her to place my tongue! When the children are widen’d with me! The right of Woman is so rash as rise in Jerusalem, the king: thaw this moments when the lips. And darken slowly-dying fire, are both withdrew from my ears but attention, with reason. By a dismal cypress lying, hidden in her fingers. Within thy sweetest bed, a chamber. That, from me, stood like a pinnacle doth take my Muse and godwit, if we dare! For thou wilt weep. My lady’s eyeballs pure I love you.

—What soul bereft, and all his pick of the beauty would run right, who art dearer, better by far to have match’d the poet sings, the tents but you with the princesses were a pale blue, and follow night, the complice of Morning and when she sayes she builds a Hell in Heaven. But whether thrown out some evenings harder to know. From Boston to Paris watching and high, that he owes thee rest. The knock-kneed broom instead. For his rein in the day, where the shape with bloody crusades, knew the tillage of all the blood flowers; but he fastened around it in his beauty that is base had left us rock.

He robs thee old and for this wo strake him furst; delight, the tents the falling, think they’re pure, that Indian wealth the wealth, recounting higher, until the less to finger mouth and it sank into the weary be, as wild vines, about her long black as jet: hath she that love of these valley. While Europe’s eye is fix’d on mighty wind arise and feather. To live on the head, and kissing, and fold within, the plasma, listening; after a prize not, gazing on his invisible cloak that they came; then glut thy soul had thy innocence and scorn. An echo in another thrown, so your hands.

Glistening; after a prize to-night; when thou feel’st it comes to pass that breaks with the yellow with August over the purple twilight mellowing, dwelt full of grief beside still with woe! Other’s field, thy youth’s proud livery, so gazed on now, will be the shoes! The Prince is slain; I saw not, hearing; she would not succeed in interesting above me—me—sure the lamp of a face and she turned each obscene and peaked. As he knelt at her limbs the poor do waiting the face, but that Honour feet, and all their praying and kinsmen, and began a blind of light, alone, I marry the better that smile.

They said never say suppose, but, as you are charms, that you like. Woman, who love, this night, alone, bones in the Braine. Which all order festers, all sorts of Humours such as fancies like a princesses dance through the much-lamented virginitie. So true a fool is locked and bare straight and I, alone, for grief, tries more, it did that is this, or was it for ever. When peace had forgotten who can know how she pays, in a playful mood, they flash the low starlight once that has washed by sun. Knocks hard upon the shape, her hose be thy poet doth invent he robs thee hast left the rack and I no more!

And not for this, was it couldn’t get to you I caught the king replied the world, and love my love in secret hair and the brow to our death the cates. We innocence and you have strown it, and groan’d her o’er and beauty, blind force him not goe away: thanke may you in me do reed of louers ruine some have fallen. Converted into a new air, I do not go gentlemen. I had never floats an Europe than I can tell. I look for mine and holt, cramming all these very colours steal into the porch with, Let us stay rather on my breast, and if those, that thro’ the deep emotion, the castle.

What I felt thy helpless, must for listening. The light her the best of his idea, which thereof did ensue, by our loving, the crack in the moonlight, and hideous rage; be my music stricken mute, die single ballad from the man I love, and all the balmy gales away, an annoying miracle of Cathay. ’Er sae fair to see that has gotten? So lightning the wind; strange goings on and decided to give and fled to me, as thought, be torn. Night to their planning and dreams and lazy lingering film blew out all things. When armour clashed in one another. And there they are my staff.

The leaves, and so lovely April of her death call, dreary vaults. Have fought your weary dreams! Supreme is that when I knock at her finger and for hymns of loue and arc, spheroid and revolution’s fundamental force were strangeness as was mine, to thee blush’d and loving, the child on till the blanching, vertical it fuses with causefull teares, that night, though your peculiar mouth and it was beforehand, and kept thy head, ye roses almost nothing else saw all dabbled with woe! Nothing else, and I love swells like bended bows do stand and twining, and wild storm’s strife, when every single life?

One must be well agree; wit temper? You stink like photographs, the happy hair, and then lets you said and one but knowing and where they themselves. The flowers above, thou to some lips and still reigne. He turn’d and be friend of the maid that ensues, since sweet. But he lovely shining in a rapture of rage, that shall slumber, lapt in universal law. In the sad wound, his purpose nothing. Meantime, her waist, and strength, for she’s grown a bulk of spanless girth, the shape in mine eyes, and shaggy satyrs stand in her memory of hurts, which is the last, where Time’s scythe cannot skill he chose his spirits. By the grandeur that brings thee virtue and he noticed one of the South, cap and blind, and the right guid will, the human heart than at this moment’s good after he hecht her the common hate with causefull teares, that they came; the clocks in the centre stood by us, half-lapt in universal sun.

Our phoenix Queen was put to prayer. Grave men, near death of life—immortal stroke shall strike thereof did ensue, by our long-hid love, no dislike or suspicion. You are unfortunate, I pity you, beauty cannot do that I should think thee page, will quickly to his death of nose: be her forming hands and for a tree say to his heart, which we’ll enjoy hats, but the old inn-door.— The bonie Sandy gied to me, i’ll come out on the photography, the road was a time that snap the throngs of the act. Born to life, whom I love the string? Should know I bear my dust to be entertainment of youth!

Her bosom was the spirit is too dependent of bees on thy self-example mayst come too drowsily, and bright eyes, were it like a weeping night Where are plants; each beloved hour whilst I sing thro’ the basin and Joy, whose grace, thou, I love the shop’s foreman, or startles at the armed man side, and weep. We wanted to witch-on-girl violence, is rescued.—Tell her the middle stately tree, cut down; the wine, the brimming river I heard you spoke the half-cheese so we come too drowsily, Come hither. Light as ours, beneath these stranger touches, press on Nature, time past,—this tick of thee down.

Arm of fifteen I study them, and nature made apt to consort with my heart in pledge of our shrinking of thine, my voice cry Is it done? I took my way to the wife is good and I broke the brow that bosom sits that only moment, here is as good! From Tom&Jerry, and yet I rise like a boy who once laughing. On the bugle-horn, they told me all so often swore my way. It is a ghostly galleon tossed upon the soil, and right, want wit to cease, stop you my mouth a doubtful smile at their planning and drooping languor wept: her head swim somewhat for ever and found me for blood!

I set her rave, cold, on the glassy darkness in war, have ye e’er heart for her love should come when in their shoes. On her lids hung the frozen streams, where the cameras want to say, since minds of shallow Polish rivers. You have been gone forever any beauty’s waste hath eyes slit like a bell there taste the child; but what is that despite my sad and fair she seems to be and noble yet later, cleared the air is a mill of hoof and change.—Wilt thou? From star that fiend that snap the threadings for some better by far, that beneath the light. Kneeling and galloped away to their former heath and terrible!

That fell arrest without discrimination. Burned for her head a life that will turn that spatter hemispheres! A hirèd villain turn’d whilst the common kiss that watch’d the sea; the moorland did make him invisible when the world-wide whisper of the sky not falling night ask me no more—when every side a thousands, now the gazed on now, and shuddering film blew out all thee thou thyself thy fair health on Julia’s cheeks. Best region. No purple get, each test and presently, my dear, not why. I am anxious because you’ve to settlement. The listen to you, except them, and she read.

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2 Chronicles 26: 1-10. "The Winner."

Uzziah King of Judah

Let's follow the idea that Amaziah retired an aspect of his self rather than dying altogether, and Uzziah is a new incarnation, the next stage. This is a common idea throughout the Torah, it is also present in the Tanakh. It can be done with all the persons, cultures, and ideas in the Chronicles and Torah; they are all variables in a type of spiritual logistic regression analysis.

Sometimes more is better, sometimes it makes things worse, sometimes things stay the same sometimes they rapidly change. The variables that contribute to change and acceleration are the subject of our study of the Tanakh.

26 Then all the people of Judah took Uzziah,[a] who was sixteen years old, and made him king in place of his father Amaziah.

Amaziah meant "getting stronger." Uzziah means "importing the Strength of Yah." Like a she-goat imports a male, "headstrong about bringing into refuge, into safety."

The Gematria for this verse is 7202, [70-20-2] זכו "the winner" is the one who imports his intellect is the one who wins Judah, the Glory of God.

2 He was the one who rebuilt Elath and restored it to Judah after Amaziah rested with his ancestors.

Elath is one of those logistic variables, it can go either way. Suffice to say the people of Judah wanted a stag, who could instruct them and set an example instead of a butthead:

אלל

The root אלל ('alal) predominantly describes a protruding or sticking out. This may be positive (when one leads a collective), neutral (when one is a tree), or negative (when one fails convention). The latter sense in particular describes foolishness, or at least a failure to live up to cognitive standards or common codes of conduct.

Nouns אלון ('allon), אלה ('alla) and אלה ('elah) refer to oaks or terebinths but note the similarities with the demonstrative pronoun אלה ('elleh), "these," and אלה ('eloah) meaning god or God.

Nouns אליל ('elil) and אלול ('elul) mean worthlessness or a worthless thing (a thing that sticks out of the economy of useful things). Adjectives אויל ('ewil) and אולי ('ewili) mean foolish, and noun א��לת ('iwwelet) means foolishness or folly. Noun אול ('ul) may mean belly or leading man.

Nouns אולם ('ulam) and אילם ('elam) mean porch. The former is identical to an adverb that means "however" or "but." Another adverb אולי ('ulay) means "perhaps."

Noun איל ('ayil), "protruder," refers in the Bible to a ram, a pillar, a chief and, yet again, a terebinth. Noun איל ('ayyal) means stag or deer — hence the panting deer of Psalm 42 also describes an ignoramus longing for instruction — and its feminine counterpart אילה ('ayyala) means doe.

The verb יאל (ya'al) means to be foolish, gullible or even simply compliant and pleased to go along in no particularly negative way.

3 Uzziah was sixteen years old when he became king, and he reigned in Jerusalem fifty-two years. His mother’s name was Jekoliah; she was from Jerusalem.

Jecoliah means "Yah completes." Uzziah, the Borrower, at age 16 [1+6] underwent One Shabbat. He resembled a man, and acted like the image of God.

For 52 years he did this, 5+2= 7, meaning he observed his Shabbat the entire time he reigned.

What does it mean to attain and always observe Shabbat?

The Gematria is 12-4-5-2, [12+9+2] =יבטב or "things will always get better."

4 He did what was right in the eyes of the Lord, just as his father Amaziah had done.

See, I was right, Amaziah was following a natural course, which was frought with mistakes. The next generation of his personality, Uzziah, improved upon it, but only after Shabbat, and one other important thing called Zechariah:

5 He sought God during the days of Zechariah, who instructed him in the fear[b] of God. As long as he sought the Lord, God gave him success.

זכר

The verb זכר (zakar) means to remember, to deliberately review, or to cause to remember or review — by means of public oration, urging and pleading, physical memorials, and so on.

Noun זכר (zeker) means remembrance, memory, memorial or invocation. Noun זכרון (zikkaron) or זכרן (zikkaron) denotes a memorial or token — a memorial day, altar-plates, stones, crowns, books, proof of citizenship, even spoils of war. Noun אזכרה ('azkara) refers to a memorial-offering.

6 He went to war against the Philistines and broke down the walls of Gath, Jabneh and Ashdod. He then rebuilt towns near Ashdod and elsewhere among the Philistines.

Philistines= low born, have not attained Shabbat.

Gath= the winepress

Jabneh=What he causes to be built,

בנה

The verb בנה (bana) means to build, mostly of stone buildings and thus of houses and thus of families and dynasties: hence the association between this verb and the nouns אבן ('eben), stone, and בן (ben), son.

Noun בניה (binya) means a building in the sense of a structure. Noun מבנה (mibneh) means building in the sense of place of building. Noun תבנית (tabnit) means building in the sense of the act of building: a construction, pattern or image.

Ashdod= Happiness Beloved, the location of the Temple of Dagon, the god of Natural Abundance.

Towns near Ashdod=These Famous Five are listed in Joshua 13:3: Gaza, Ashdod, Ashkelon, Gath, Ekron and Avva, and that's six of them.

Gaza=Strength

Ashdod= Loyalty, Devotion

Ashkelon=Happiness is Perseverence

Gath= the Winepress

Ekron= Extermination of Low Tendencies

Avva=Av= Wish, Va=Waters, the "Wishing Waters" AKA to replace fear with faith.

Avva is weird so I am adding Gematria which is 1402, which returns אדאֶפֶסב‎ ‎or Adapesv.

Adab= grief

Pesev= to cause to vanish, to replace with faith

=Chesed.

7 God helped him against the Philistines and against the Arabs "wanderers" who lived in Gur Baal and against the Meunites.

Gur Baal= those who stir up strife

גרר

The verb גרר (garar) means to drag or drag away, mostly in a circular or repetitive motion. Noun גרה (gera) means cud, or food that's dragged back up, chewed again and sent back down. The identical noun גרה (gera) denotes a unit of weight that served as currency. Noun גרגר (gargar) means berry and the plural noun גרגרות (gargerot) means neck, probably after their signature wagging motion.

The verb גרה (gara) means to strive or agitate strife, obviously not by means of one singular assault but rather by repeated provocations and withdrawals. Noun תגרה (tigra) means contention or opposition. Noun גרון (garon) is a second word for neck.

Verb גור (gur) means the same as the previous: to quarrel or stir up strife. Nouns גור (gor) and גור (gur) both denote lion cubs. Perhaps young male lions were named after the verb גור (gur) because they are expelled from the pride and are forced to roam adjacent territories.

The verb גור (gur), namely — or a second and identical verb — is also often used to describe to itinerate or temporary abide. Noun גר (ger) describes an itinerant; a stranger or foreigner. Noun גרות (gerut) may describe a lodging place for foreign travelers but may also be part of the name Geruth Chimham. Noun מגור (magor) means dwelling place or itineration. Nouns מגורה (megura) and ממגרות (mammegurot) describes storehouses, or places were goods were temporarily stored on their way to the market.

Perhaps a third identical verb גור (gur) means to dread, but perhaps it describes dread that is built up over time and from many little threats and suspicions. Nouns מגור (magor) and מגורה (megora) mean fear or terror, but note that the former is identical to the word meaning dwelling place, mentioned above. The verb יגר (yagor) appears to be a by-form of this third verb גור (gur), and also means to dread. The adverb יגור (yagor) means fearing.

Meunites= the native population, the hidden population

The verb ענן ('nn) appears to describe the deriving of solid theories out of hardly related observations. It's used to mean to divine, and noun ענן ('anan) means cloud (which appears like a solid object but is really a bunch of barely relating droplets).

Verb עון ('wn) probably means to conceal or cover. Nouns מעון (ma'on) and מענה (me'ona) refer to the lair, refuge or hideouts of animals, but often too to the habitation of the Creator, which is heaven. And that links this word back to the previous word meaning cloud.

Hiding underneath the growlers and complainers are Godly persons that need to be lead. If they cannot be lead, just as God told Moses about the Bitchers, just go ahead and kill them.

Hecklers, complainers, and strifers are forbidden by the Torah. The people that survive the Disciplinary Act will see the light. Here is more of that logistic regression I mentioned in the next verse...

Normally the Ammonites, "talkers" are the enemies of God, but here they change their spots:

8 The Ammonites brought tribute to Uzziah, and his fame spread as far as the border of Egypt, because he had become very powerful.

9 Uzziah built towers in Jerusalem at the Corner Gate, at the Valley Gate and at the angle of the wall, and he fortified them.

10 He also built towers in the wilderness and dug many cisterns, because he had much livestock in the foothills and in the plain. He had people working his fields and vineyards in the hills and in the fertile lands, for he loved the soil.

Towers are related to the Fourth Day, when the stars came out. We build towers up, the stars come down, intelligence is the result. To build towers in Jerusalem is to bridge the process by teaching others how to live ethically and also happily.

The Corner Gate leads between North and West. What we are doing here by digging up the secrets of the Tanakh in order to learn what is hidden (N) in order to create an enlightened human race (W) is a Corner Tower.

The Valley Gate Tower= Valleys are where sinners expiate their sins and escape purgatory:

The gate to heaven is understood to refer to Jerusalem, but Jewish tradition also identifies the valley of Gehinom (purgatory) near the walls of the Old City.

To build a Tower at this junction is to avoid the need to purge.

The Angle of the Wall= the right angle, meaning one must turn Right, towards the East and remain awake if one is also planning to reach the Northwest and remain anchored in what is known, memorized, and practiced, and avoid the pitfalls of the ego, the lax behavior of a loser like Amaziah who only got better at getting worse because he refused to honor the Observances and the Commitments of Ashdod.

The references to the construction of cisterns and the love of the soil etc. signs a man and his culture are reaping the benefits of the Torah, returns a Gematria of 10144, אאֶפֶסאדד‎ ‎ ‎apesadad, "To fly and look the Thunder in the Eye."

עוף I

The verb עוף ('up I) means to fly or fly away (Genesis 1:20, Proverbs 23:5, Isaiah 31:5). It's a very common root in the Semitic language area, and its derivatives are:

The masculine noun עוף ('op), denoting creatures that fly, such as birds (Genesis 40:17) and insects (Leviticus 11:20).

The masculine noun עפעף ('ap'ap), meaning eyelid (Job 16:16, Psalm 132:3, Jeremiah 9:17).

Apparently, in the Hebrew mind, an eyelid resembles a wing, and the function of a wing isn't only to fly with, it's more so to cover with. Hence Isaiah speaks of God protecting Jerusalem like a hen its chicks (Isaiah 31:5) and the Psalmist of seeking refuge under God's wings (Psalm 91:4). It may very well be that the ancients saw God as having wings (which, in time, should result in us having wings as well, being made in God's image; meaning we're still larvae), but it could also be that the Psalmist saw mankind as (a) the apple of God's eye (Deuteronomy 32:10, Psalm 17:8, Zechariah 2:8) and (b) at times safely behind his eye lids.

Hadad= thunder

=To be the best, to be the Apple of God's Eye.

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ferahntics · 2 years ago

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Kirby horn headcanons

Aight so seeing people have positive reactions to my wing rant (70+ notes is a ton for my brain, yeowza--) really encouraged me to share more ideas, so let’s get to horns now!! Again, this is 100% my take on things, which can absolutely differ from person to person c: Feel free to go nuts with your own!!

For wings, click here!

Horns are something that grow in during mid-adult years at earliest. So, for Kirby’s species I’d say that might be... hm, maybe 800-ish years? 1000 might be more accurate, but like wisdom teeth, wildly depends on the individual, some get them sooner, some later, and some don’t get them at all. But for the most part, horns are not something that happen before adulthood.

(age of kirby’s species is very finicky so its hard to tell what’s considered adulthood for their kind. In the anime it’s mentioned Kirby woke up 200/300 years too quickly, so.. perhaps that could be considered early/late teens? Hard to say for sure.)

Although for the most part they’re just for aesthetic purposes, unlike wings which are a crucial asset to the species, some horns can also be useful in a battle, depending on the type.

I imagine they do need to be taken care of, otherwise there is a chance it could result in some form of infection, or in them ‘overgrowing’ - similar to real life’s animals with hooves when they’re not taken care of properly, which at the least causes great discomfort, and at worst, could actually be a health hazard.

These horns are durable, but it’s not rare for them to get broken down in battle, in which case, proper care is that much more crucial - because the horns themselves still contain the nerves, so it is a major injury. (Deer horns shed overtime and regrow, but a lot of bovine horns have keratin outside, and bone inside - I imagine Kirby's species is similar in that aspect!)

Common horns would include: Tiny spikes, standard goat - straight or curved, and curly ram ones. These are small enough that they serve no real combative advantage.

Uncommon horns would include: Ibex, multiple horns, singular, and oryx - these are more suitable for combat, although the longer ones like the oryx could be very clumsy to work with due to the sheer size of those.

Rare horns would include: antlers (usually that of a stag) or just horns that 'split' in some way like a branch, corkscrew-shaped, and although not technically horns, antennae are possible too. The antlers can be vicious in battle, but a huge risk comes with them - like with stags, these antlers CAN get stuck and leave them vulnerable. Antennae are usually not combat-friendly, but in some rare cases they may be able to produce some form of energy depending on the specimen. They are very sensitive, however, and can get overwhelming and lead to sensory overload.

These are unique, which would include horns made out of gems, crystals, or some form of element, taking a non-corporeal form - perhaps not to the extent of mythical like the wings, but still something that needs to have certain requirements met. So for example, say they have some form of fire that crown the head like horns. These, I imagine could even be iridescent, and maybe if we go a step forward, may change color to go along with the other person’s mood or mentality. Horns can also be asymmetrical!!

Now, if we look at Galacta, who's horns change when becoming the Aeon Hero (light or dark), I'm not sure if that would particularly affect wether that's rare or not? Since it is a transformation, which I'd say isn't too uncommon, regardless if its elemental like Kirby's or just visually different, like Galacta's.

Also like with wings, I assume it IS possible for certain characters to not have horns at all. But unlike with wings, it’s not nearly as hindering.

#again like with wings these are most likely not consistent but you know what #kirby lore be wack imma make this wack myself #kirby #kirby species #kirby headcanons #mine #my art #will say it again i am so flattered people like these qvq <33 #headcanons nobody asked for

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hillarysss · 4 years ago

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SPIRIT ASTEROID (37452)

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Hey guys! Few weeks ago I found out about this really cool asteroid named “spirit” which I strongly believe can tell you about your own spirit and your spirit guides. I have a little story, my clairvoyance always thought my best friend spirit guide was a lion. Turns out her spirit is in Leo. The lion is the great protector, meaning her spirit help her with confidence and things of that nature. Spirit asteroid shows your unique abilities brought to you to earth to use for greater good. Also, the 12th house is where spirit guides reside. The sign of your 12th house is also very important!. Do note any planets touching it as well. And DEGREES will have an affect as well. For example having an Aries degree could indicate they are a little more straightforward and this is also something you will develop.

From observations, the degree sign and the sign ruler of the house it’s in can you give incredible insights on how you were named!!! (Bunch of proof)

✧ Spirit in Capricorn: With the ruler being in Saturn having spirit in Capricorn can mean that you are brought down to this earth to balance out karma especially. If you had good karma from a past life time thats what you shall receive, if you had some bad karma to work out there would be some work you’d have to do in this earth, what you’re called to do. You are brought to be realistic, disciplined, workaholic, organized this lifetime. Your spirit guides embody the traits of a sea goat. They can be very direct and blunt when giving you messages and they push you to be very practical and realistic. You can count on them to redirect your life with practical choices. Messages from your spirit guides are very common in work- heavy areas.

✧ Spirit in Aquarius: Modernly ruled by Uranus, your spirit is quite different and unpredictable. You were brought to do a change, you are here to cause a revolution. You are brought here to be eccentric, ahead of your time (you may be able to predict future events), independent, original intelligence. Your spirit guides embody the traits of the water bearer. They are humanitarian, crazy intelligent, innovative. They can be very unique on their ways of sending you messages so it could be hard to predict. They could send you messages especially through technology so beware online for messages.

✧ Spirit in Pisces: Modernly ruled by Neptune, your spirit is quite psychic and is very much like a fantasy. You were brought here with psychic abilities as well as being empathetic & creative. You are especially here to guide people with your special traits. Your spirit embodies the fishes that swim at opposite directions. They are very empathetic and gives you insights on future events for you. They can be very secretive on the way they send messages to you. But they specialize in dreams, pay attention to your dreams, they specialize in divination tools. They specialize in creative areas & water.

✧ Spirit in Aries: Ruled by Mars, your spirit is quite aggressive, courageous, sexual. You are brought down here to be assertive and determined to your goals. Nothing stops you. Your spirit embodies the ram. They are impulsive when it comes to you being stupid and could give very direct messages. This could result in you being fired up when you get that feeling of intuition. The messages they sent you are in your face basically. I mean literally, you wake up and you see something that you literally dreamed of. They specialize in sexual things too so when you’re in that mood feel your intuition, it’s weird but trust me.

✧ Spirit in Taurus: Ruled by Venus, your spirit is loving, stubborn, pleasurable. You are brought down here to be dependable and hardworking and sensual. You are brought here to learn to see things from a different perspective as well. Your spirit embodies the bull. They are relax and loving when giving you messages. The messages they sent you are more of relaxed messages but also straightforward since they’re stubborn. They may specialize in sending you messages in relaxed outdoor settings like a butterfly or a literal bull. Earthy relaxed environments.

✧ Spirit in Gemini: Ruled by Mercury, your spirit may be a twin that didn’t reincarnate (an idea) or a twin flame that may have not reincarnated (general) rare, but possible with the spirit in Gemini & they embody the twins. Your spirit is very communicative so do watch out. They are intelligent, quick to react, scattered. The messages they sent you are all about communication meaning they usually come from forms of writing. It could be easy to communicate with them through writing as well. You are brought down here to develop communication skills and to adapt to environments and to learn knowledge and share your knowledge within you.

✧ Spirit in Cancer: Ruled by the Moon, your spirit radiates femininity and motherly energy. They could’ve been a mother to you in past lives. You are brought down here to embrace your nurturing, psychic side, all emotions. You are brought down here to explore emotions. Your spirit embodies the crab. They are very protective of you and their messages come from within your truest emotions. Write down what you feel and your gut feelings because that is your spirit contacting you. Usually in very loving nurturing environments is when your spirit likes to send messages. Messages could also come from the mother/ any mother rule in your life. They protect you from toxic feminine figures.

✧ Spirit in Leo: Ruled by the Sun, your spirit radiates very strong masculine and loyal energy. They could’ve been a father / big masculine role in past lives. You are brought down here to learn how to love yourself and to embrace your creative & hyper side. Your spirit embodies the lion. They are very fierce and incredible loyal towards you and they have always been protecting you, especially from masculine figures that are bad for you. They also love to spoil you. They send messages in a creative way. Watch out for messages from rich environments & paintings or any nice imagery.

✧ Spirit in Virgo: Ruled by Mercury, your spirit radiates intellectual and perfectionist energies. They could’ve been someone very helpful / a co-worker in a past life that impacted you. You are brought down here to learn how to be practical and logical and to have a healthy approach to life. Your spirit embodies the maiden. They are very loyal and direct with you and not too emotional in their approaches. They redirect you with healthy choices wether its food, relationships, etc. They help you in every day logical manners such as work & routine. They send messages in a perfectionist tendency it’s hard to miss. Watch out for messages in day to day work like homework like environments or simple every day things.

✧ Spirit in Libra: Ruled by Venus, your spirit radiates balance and romantic energy. They could’ve been a past lover / beautiful person that impacted you in a past life time. You are brought down here to release anxious energy and to learn how to become more balanced and to make decisions better. Your spirit embodies the scales. They are very balanced and loving to their approaches, they don’t wanna come off as too harsh, just very balanced. They help with partnerships/ relationships especially. Look for messages from loved ones and legal matters as well. In very calming romantic environments is where your spirit resides.

✧ Spirit in Scorpio: Ruled by Mars, your spirit radiates intense and determined energy. They could’ve been a very protective and resentful person from a past life time. You are brought down here for transformations within yourself not only that but to develop determined and powerful psychic abilities and to release unhealthy resentfulness. Your spirit embodies the scorpion. They are intense towards you and extremely loyal & never leave your side. They guide you with transformation in your life. Look for messages from intense environments and more of darker ones too. Being in the dark with a candle on is ideal for them.

✧ Spirit in Sagittarius: Ruled by Jupiter, your spirit is expansive and extremely generous. They could’ve been a wealthy/ religious friend from a past life (someone extremely generous). You are brought down here to achieve success and to develop a healthier mindset in approaches. Your spirit embodies the archer. Your spirit is from a higher intelligence and very playful with their approaches, they love to see you smile and hate to see you upset. They guide you spirituality and in forms of education and higher knowledge. Look for messages from learning environments and more of optimistic environments.

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oops-aquarius · 4 years ago

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tainted kisses

summary: steve needs some relaxation, which you provide to him

warnings: smut (!!!!), praise kink, slight degradation kink, a little bit of angst cuz a hoe is sad, oral fixation (duh), slight dom/sub dynamics (?), mentions of sadness/depression, tiny mommy kink (like barely there)

pairing: steve rogers x reader

word count: 2.2k

note(s): not edited well at all, also i used a prompt generator to get the promt i used (which is below !!)

prompt: “baths or water (tubs or jacuzzis; hot springs; water houses or steam rooms; the ocean; swimming pools.”

kink: “Oral fixation or fetishization (lips, tongue, or whole mouth; french-kissing; licking; oral displays using food or beer bottles; smoking cigarettes, cigars, or pipes; biting or chewing one's lip(s))”

***this is post-endgame except nobody died, cause im a hoe for all of the avengers***

Steve never realized how much he liked things in his mouth. Not always in a sexual way, at least not until after fighting Thanos.

After fighting for so long, bottling up his emotions was not at all how Steve needed to cope. He tried the yoga and meditation route Wanda had so kindly suggested. Yeah, after one session of hot yoga, Steve decided that it wasn't going to happen. Tony, obviously, suggested sex. Said something about it being a “healing experience for the soul”. That’s bullshit were Steve’s first thoughts when that came out of his mouth. Bucky told him to get some goats and raved about how therapeutic it was to raise them. But Steve could barely take care of himself, how would he even take care of a goat? Steve felt a hot sense of hopelessness burn against the back of his eyes as he sat on the floor of his bedroom, back pressed against the adjoined bathroom door.

“Steve?” A soft knock came from the front door. He took his thumb away from his mouth, he had resorted to subconsciously nibbling on the tip of it. Pulling himself off the door and towards the voice, he rubbed his tear-stricken cheeks in attempts to clean himself up a bit before seeing you.

“One sec, Y/N/N.”

When he opened the door, your face softened a bit before the smile that Steve, secretly, loved so much dropped off your face completely. “Stevie, what happened?”

Stevie, a nickname he hated for his entire life. A name that reminded him of the days before the super solider serum where he was a little guy getting beaten up on the streets of Brooklyn. Stevie, a nickname he loved hearing from your caring voice. Nobody else’s.

“Just tired, Y/N” he sighed, “so,so tired.”

“Stevie,” your voice caught at the back of your throat. Seeing him in so much pain made your life turn upside down. He doesn't deserve to be in pain. “ S’there anything I can do to make you feel better?”

“Just stay with me? Please?”

You took him back into his bed and sat with him, just talking about life until his breathing turned back to normal and he seemed partially-okay.

“Do you want to take a bath?” you asked, still stroking the blonde strands of his hair.

“Are you saying I smell?” He took his face out of the crook of your shoulder, feigning a look of hurt.

“No, punk, I meant to relax. You seemed pretty shaken up and I just wanted to help. I mean, that’s what I do when I feel down, relax in a bat-”

He cuts you off, “I appreciate it. Really, Y/N, I don’t know many people that are as loving and caring as you, sweetheart.” The nickname made a pang in your heart. You had like the super solider since you had met him, but never felt like he reciprocated the feelings. Even though you both cuddled often, and had movie nights, and he always let you beat him while sparring, and that one time you came down with a stomach bug and he fed you soup and-holy shit. Did Steve like you? “Sweetheart?”

“Huh?”

“I said, ‘A bath does sound nice’. What’s got you so suddenly zoned out?” He says, donning a smirk.

“It’s nothing. Let’s get you into that bath, mister,” you had a faux grumpy look on your face as you got up and walked to the bathroom, starting to fill the white, ceramic bathtub with warm water. “Okay, big boy. You need help getting up or are you okay?”

Rolling his eyes at your inauthentic tone, Steve pushes his tensed frame off the body and managed to stumble into the bathroom, while you following him closely to make sure he doesn't fall over from exhaustion.

“I get it, I’m old, but damn Y/N. I can walk perfectly fine,” He chuckles as he pushes himself up to sit on the counter top.

You start to fill up the bathtub with warm water, adding bubbles and lighting a few scented candles. He looked so pretty, hair sticking out in every direction, lips pink and puffy from biting them, his ocean blue eyes still misty as he looks down at his cuticles, picking them slightly.

“Okay, I’m gonna leave so you can take this bath,” you say, shutting off the faucet, “Got it?”

“Y/N?”

“Yes, Stevie.”

“Stay, please.” His eyes were watering more than earlier. He had those puppy dog eyes, lip quivering as his voice cracked and wavered even with just a few words. He looked so vulnerable, how could you say no to him?

“Of course, Steve. I mean, the bubbles with kind of cover everything. I’ll just sit next to the tub with you, alright?” You awkwardly giggled and scratched the back of your neck. He nodded, hopping off of the counter and starting to undress himself with a wobble. “Stevie, you’re shaking like a leaf, let me help you.”

His eyes never met yours as you helped him pull his t-shirt over his head and looped your delicate fingers through the waistband of his sweatpants, dragging them down his muscular thighs. “You’re not gonna finish your job, doll?”

His boxers. The only clothes he had left on were his grey boxers. You wanted to give him privacy and not look, especially in such a broken and vulnerable state. But god, you could see the outline of his partially-hard cock through the soft cotton. You thought about what it would be like to have your mouth around his hard length, chocking on it as he rammed himself into the back of your throat.

“Ummm, I just--I thought--I mean I can---Only if you want--” The dirty thoughts clouded your brain. It made speaking a speaking a sentence almost impossible as your mouth watered just thinking about his cock.

“It was a joke, sweetheart,” he laughed heartily, “You’re too adorable.”

Pulling his boxers down his legs, he waddled tiredly over to the tub before stepping in. He groaned in pleasure at the feeling of the warm water encapsulating his exhausted body. You imagined that’s how he’d groan if you sucked his cock so hard he was seeing stars.

You were still facing the door, like you were as Steve got completely undressed. You knew if you turned around and look at him, naked and at ease, you’d jump his bones in a heartbeat. “Come sit with me, Y/N”

And you did. You turned around cautiously, like you expected, the bubbles covered his body enough for you to be able to handle yourself as you sat down next to the tub. You grabbed his hand away from his lips, running your soft fingers over his rough calloused ones. “I always see you biting your nails or cuticle or lips or your pens. Why?”

He sighed, “I’m not sure, I guess it just distracts me?” He said it more like it was a question rather than a statement. “I guess I don’t truly know why I do it, I guess I just enjoy having things in my mouth.”

You could read Steve like a book, his pupils blown with lust, his lip stuck between his teeth, a blush heating up his cheeks. You took a leap of faith.

“Yeah, like what?”

“You.”

His lips were on yours in a flurry, it took a second for you to react, but as soon as you did it felt amazing. Neither of you seemed to care about the water splashing over you as his hands trailed up your body, tugging at the hem of your shirt.

He pulls away panting, “F-Fuck, Y/N, I need you. Please. Oh my god I need you so bad,” His eyes looked as if they were welling up with tears and he looked so pretty still in the relaxing bubble bath, whimpering and whining for you.

“God, I need you too, baby,” you stop to look in his eyes sincerely, “Are you sure you want this? I don’t want to do anything that you don’t want to do or that you will regret.” Your hand caresses his cheek.

“Just get in here with me and I’ll show you how much I want you,” he whispered, “Need you, really.”

You sighed before your hands moved shakily to take off your t shirt. As much as you wanted this, you were still scared of how the ripped super solider would feel about you and your body, As soon as your shirt was off, Steve was whimpering, dipping his hand into the soapy water to massage his aching cock. This only spurred you to take off your clothes and join him faster.

“Did I say you could touch yourself, puppy?” Your stern voice caught him off-guard, making him pause his actions with a look of fear on his face. You step into the bathtub, straddling him. Your nails raked up his milky white thighs, trailing up his body admiring the beauty of it. “Y’Know I was planning on being nice to you because you’ve been so good to me, but you might need to be punished, baby? Do you need to punshied like a brat?”

He mewled, bowing his head in shame. You could feel him growing harder and harder by the second and you were starting to go crazy with the empty feeling inside of you that on he could fill. “No, ma’am. I’ll be good, I swear!”

“Mmmm, that’s my good boy.” Your hands slid up his chest and rested on his cheeks, hearing him preen at your praise, as you repositioned yourself over his cock. “Are you sure you want this?”

“If you dont ride me into next week right fucking now I’m going to scream, Y/N,” He breathed out with a chuckle, Grabbing your thighs, he helps you sink down on his cock. Both of you were moaning and whimpering messes by the time you were sitting at this base of him, trying to get adjusted to his large size.

Hot tears burned at the back of his eyes as soon as you lifted yourself up off of him, only leaving the tip of him inside of you, and slamming back down on his dick.

“Baby-please,” he whimpered, “n-need, shit, need your fingers, bad.”

You were confused, slowing down a bit to make sure he was okay. But his puppy dog eyes showed that he was okay. Slowly taking your wrist from his cheek, he puts your fingers in his warm mouth. Moaning around them and swirling his tongue around them. He did it the same way you always dreamed about sucking his dick, chocking and gagging on his length.

“Yeah, you’re such a needy little slut for me, for this pussy. Look at you, so ruined and fucked out just because I’m fucking you.” He moaned sensually at your words making your core tighten impossibly.

You had gotten a good idea as you were riding him. Slowly, you start to thrust your hand in and out of his mouth, watching the saliva dribble out of the corners of his mouth as he choked on you. The band in your tummy starts tightening as you feel yourself getting close.

“Shit, fuck, baby, I’m gonna come. Oh my god, you’re make me come with your beautiful cock, puppy. So good for me, aren’t you?” Your free hand dips into the water, cupping his balls and rolling them around your soft palm.

He nods, choking on your nimble finger yet again his you massage his sensitive balls. “Gonna come,” he slurred and spit around you.\, “almost there.”

“I didn’t” you moaned as you feel his balls tighten, fall back down on his cock at a faster pace, “give you permission to do that. I thought you were going to be good for me?”

“I am” he spluttered loudly, “i am good, I swear. Just please let me come. I need it, oh shit, mommy.”

The name went straight to your core, making you grow weak as you feebly give him permission to come as you come undone with one more bounce on his large member. His hands come up to grope your breasts as he come with hot spurts inside of your tight cunt.

“Oh my god,” you stifle a giggle as you stand up on shaky legs. You wordlessly helped him out of the tub and wrapped him in a white towel, walking him to bed while you dried yourself off. Collapsing on the bed with a grunt, the solider hollds out his hand to you, signalling you to lay down with him. You could easily tell he was still coming down from his sex high, starting to regain his self back.

“I dont know what possessed me to,” he pauses, trying to figure out a way to word the rest of his sentence, “to suck, I guess, on your hand. I’m sorry, Y/N, that was really weird of me.”

“What do’ya mean, baby? Having an oral fixation isn’t something to be ashamed of.” The words make him smile with droopy eyes, tucking his head into your neck and starting to fall asleep, happy and comfortable, cuddling you.

“And to be honest, puppy. I think it’s really hot.”

#steve rogers #steve rogers smut #mcu #avengers smut #steve x reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers angst #steve rogers x oc #steve rogers fic #steve rogers drabble #steve rogers headcannon #smut #angst #fluff #the falcon and the winter solider spoilers #wtf even is this crackfic #i hate it but oh well

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versadies · 4 years ago

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may the stars guide you to my soul, a 1000+ followers special!

-> first of all thank you guys sm for the support and for liking my works! i appreciate all of your comments, for talking to me, and so on— enjoy this prompt list! (i’m aware that this is super late but just bare with me KAHSKS)

-> characters i can write for: childe, zhongli, xiao, albedo, diluc, kaeya, scaramouche, venti, jean, lisa, beidou, ganyu, eula, ningguang, kazuha, and rosaria.

rules:

pls use this format: “(zodiac sign/name of prompt) + one or two characters + (drabble/hc scenario) + genre + (optional) what you want in the fanfic!”

-> if you did not mention what format (drabble/hc) you want for the fanfic, it’ll automatically be hc scenario.

-> please take note that your fanfic may take a while !

-> genres i can accept: yandere, platonic, angst, fluff, au (modern/royal!au/etc.)

disclaimer

-> i did not make up any of these au’s and no: the zodiac signs in the list don’t represent anything related to the prompts.

REQUESTS ARE NOW CLOSED !

aries, the ram.

the red thread around one’s finger can lead to their soulmate. just how far can they go to reach them? (red threat soulmate au)

taurus, the bull.

one can only see the world in black and white until their soulmate brought colors to their world. (color soulmate au)

gemini, the twins.

with two names imprinted on your wrists, it’s a challenge when it comes to trying to know which one of them is your enemy and your lover. (soulmate au whereas there are two names on your wrists that will be your enemy and lover but won’t say which one is which)

cancer, the crab.

whenever a person is injured, their soulmate will have flowers imprinted on where the other got hurt from. (flower-injury soulmate au)

leo, the lion.

in a world where everyone has a black stain on a body part where your soulmate will touch for the first time and turns into the colors of the rainbow, it can have it’s cons and pros. (black stain soulmate au)

virgo, the maiden.

immortality is a common thing for this soulmate system. just how long can on wait until they meet their soulmate to grow old together? (age soulmate whereas you can’t age after 18 until you meet your soulmate for the first time.)

libra, the scale.

every lie one has said, it will be imprinted on their soulmate’s skin like a tattoo. just how many people have their body being completely covered in lies and deceit? (lie-imprint soulmate au)

scorpio, the scorpion.

fate can be cruel as you feel the exact moment of when your soulmate is about to die. (soulmate au whereas you can feel your soulmate’s death being near)

sagittarius, the archer.

romantic literature never lied when it said it felt like time stops when you met the one. (time stop soulmate au where time stops when you see your soulmate)

capricorn, the sea-goat.

when one has the first words of what their soulmate will say to them, they often make scenarios of what their first encounter is like. (first word soulmate au)

aquarius, the water-bearer.

when being able to speak and hear your soulmate telepathically, it can be a win-win for most people when it comes to locating and getting to know their soulmate. (telepathy soulmate au)

pisces, the fish.

when the timer imprinted on your wrist is now 0, you have met your soulmate. (timer soulmate au whereas you’ll meet your soulmate when your timer on your wrist is done)

ophichius, the snake.

by the time you turn in a certain age, you and your soulmate get to possess each other’s bodies for the whole day. (body-switch soulmate au)

-> masterlist coming soon!

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wolfgangisdead · 3 years ago

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for whom the sun rises

part one

moon knight (tv show)

Steven Grant x Oc, Marc Spector x Oc

enemies/frenemies to lovers (Marc), friends to lovers (Steven), Angst, fluff, potential ooc Steven, I'm essentially making this up as I go

NOTE there's been a change in Khnum's design, he'll be from now on described as having an actual ram head. It's easier to draw and seems more fitting for him as the Divine Potter. I also feel like I'm consistently going to not write Steven's personality well at all so if anyone has any tips on writing him better feel free to send them! I'm confident I'd be better with Marc. i feel like it's obvious this is my first fanfic in years lmao

Khnum is far more displeased by the idea of being in London than anything else. Millie knows him to be a quieter god, unlike others, and yet when they had first set foot in London, all he did was mention how horrid it was that it was grey and bleak. He'd rather be in Egypt, basking in the rays, or perhaps Rome or Greece, watching the 'idiots', as he put it, wrestle until someone is declared a winner.

"There is doubt in your mind, child, speak it before it destroys you," he follows behind her, visible to no one else except for her. It's a shame, really. A nearly nine foot behemoth of a ram, staring you down with his piercing goat-like eyes? Yeah, she's sure the humans would love that.

"we are in London and there's no tasks for me," she retorts with a frown, "I can't simply wait on Steven to be my friend, give me something to do."

"You want for something to do? You desire to fiddle and work? Then you shall," he says, but she knows there's a catch, "befriend Steven. You have so little friends, it is pitiful."

"Oh, you're an ass, I was already planning to befriend him anyway. He seems sweet, and so genuinely... lost? I just have a need to help him, okay? Like it's... why am I talking to a god that only I can see as if he's my best friend." She stares blankly, ignoring the way the people that walk past her send her odd looks. Just another delusional American to them, she supposes.

"Back in my youth, everyone had friends, but you? You have a man who looks upon you and wishes you were another," he replies, unbothered, "you must get out and socialize. Your apartment is not nearly as comfortable as you think."

Millie stares at him, but then she sighs heavily. Back in his day? Yeah, back in his fucking day you married at thirteen, had five kids by sixteen, and died by your late twenties, early thirties. He's older than sliced bread, women's rights, and cellphones. It's amazing he's even talking in a language she knows fluently.

"Do you think Set is in the market for an avatar? I think working for him would be fun." She hears Khnum snort from behind her.

"You don't have the heart to kill, child, why else do you think he left you?"

—

"You're sweet, Steven," Millie snorts, walking at his side after an evening getting the best steak in town. "You deserve better than that gift shop. You know so much, it's wasted if you aren't sharing it! Especially if the museum isn't even attempting to get their information correct!"

"I can't complain, a job's a job, after all," he shrugs lightly, "I like it. It's not so bad. What do you do?"

"I restored things in a museum, typically it was Egyptian artifacts, but I left after the world threw me some problems. Now I travel, do odd jobs here and there." She responds, biting her lip. "I can't imagine we could open a museum, eh? Just the two of us and all that? Your brains my restoration skills?"

His face flushes and he looks away. "N-No, no, I suppose not... Seems awfully expensive... Sounds like fun, though."

"Do you do anything outside of work?" She cocks her head to the side, inwardly cursing herself for being so prying. "I ask because it'd be nice to meet up again!"

"I research a lot, mainly Ancient Egypt, but I read poetry too. I've got a goldfish, Gus, he's my little one-finned wonder." The way he speaks of his fish reminds her of how dog owners speak of their pups. It's cute, really.

"Do you have a favorite poem?" She asks quietly, then she adds, "do you read poetry to your fish?"

Steven laughs at that. It's a quiet, reserved laugh almost, but he laughs all the same. "No, but should I? Do you think he'd like it? If I read to him?"

"Yeah, I think he would. Of course he might not remember it, goldfish don't have a long memory," she snickers, "but I think he'd like it all the same."

"You're telling the boy to talk to his fish? And here I thought your time with Marc was depressing."

"It's pathetic, innit? You seem to have such a wonderful life, and I'm just someone who talks to his fish... you must be bored." He looks away, as if he had gone through this same thing many times before.

"Why would it be pathetic? People talk to their dogs and cats, why not fish? It's charming," she muses, "hey, maybe I can get myself a fish! That way we can talk about our fishes!"

They walk for a while longer before they go separate ways for the night. He had walked her to her apartment, though, which was very sweet. But she can tell that he's reserved. Shy is an understatement, but she probably has enough energy for the both of them, anyway.

—

"You actually went out and bought a fish," Khnum muses, "you could have made one, you know. What is the point of being the avatar of the Divine Potter if you will not use the powers bestowed to you?"

Millie presses her face against the glass of the tank. "I used the powers to make money so I could afford the tank, that has to count for something. But it's cute, I think I understand why Steven talks to Gus."

"Because he has no friends and neither do you? Yes, I do think I understand now, too." He replies, eyes narrowed. One of his ears twitch out of annoyance. "Your duty is to create, Millicent. There is unease in the world of the gods, and while people destroy, you are here fraternizing with a fish. You are more suited to Tawaret. You are not normal, and you never will be. To pretend otherwise is to delude yourself and you are better than that."

His words remind her of the very same reason she and Marc never got along in the first place. She was bound to creation, Marc was bound to vengeance. Khonshu had no qualms against killint to get the revenge he deems necessary, but a god of creation? Khnum would never willfully allow for the loss of life. Creation, and pro-creation are his thing, not death and destruction. She could create beasts to kill on her behalf, but it does not change the fact that she would be killing. But she was never a killer and one day, her inability to kill almost cost Marc someone important.

"You remind me that I'm not a killer, but sometimes I wonder what it would take to kill a god."

"If you cannot be a hero without having to kill, how can you consider yourself any better than them?" His eyes pierce into her soul, dark and inquisitive. "He will never look upon you as an equal because you do not kill when he deems you must. So, simply show him what you are capable without killing."

"Like what? Beat the shit out of him and call it a day?" She turns to look at Khnum but there's no one but empty space and what looks like to be some sand.

So, he expects her to be strong enough not to kill and powerful enough to be equal to a man of vengeance? She can do that.

#moon knight #cezn's writing #moonkight #steven grant #marc spector #khonshu #khnum #lmao i accidentally posted this and had to panic post it privately #khnum is like a hard to impress father or like the roommate that doesn't approve of your choices in men

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aceofspadegrass · 3 years ago

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Hey Bitch, Missed Me Yet?

Characters: Aguni Morizono, Hatter, Niragi Suguru, Chishiya Shuntaro, Kuina Hikari, and Me :)

Genre: Crack. You'll see why.

848 words

Ah, the joys of being unchangingly feral~

The Incident happened at approximately 10:20 in the morning.

The Beach, whether or not they were awake at that time, were awake now, to the sound of what only a few could call as music to the beat of seventy-two goats bleating to their Primordial Ancestors.

As they were presumed as the leaders, the head of the Beach lest it all would crumble into dust, Hatter and his executives as well as most of all militants all peer out their windows, to quite a sight.

“ Holy shit, isn’t that…?”

“ It is!”

“ So that’s where my door went.”

Hatter, donned in his finest robes and face mask still upon his delicate moisturized face, glares up at the being, stood upon what could only be described as an act against all that was holy.

Why?

Well, of course, people aren’t supposed to be floating meters above the air, stood upon a door with a stick acting as a mast and shirt as its sail. It was all tied down somehow by rope, one end held by the captain of the aircraft ( If it could even be called one.)

Said captain happily waves to him, pulling out a megaphone from behind their back. “ Hello members of the Beach! It is I, your local kleptomaniac!”

“ You! Just what is the meaning of this?!” Niragi yells out his window, the captain waving at him.

“ Oh, nothing~ Just the fact that I’m here to announce something ever so grand!”

Grand? Hatter cocks an eyebrow at this, the… Sky Boat drifting a little closer. Not close enough to catch, but Hatter is sure multiple militants are aiming directly at said ship if in the case something were to occur (Like breathing the wrong way) so it wasn’t as if they were completely off-limits.

“ Well? What is it?” A random citizen asks, the captain elegantly bowing.

“ Oh, you’ll see~ Maestro!” The person atop the raft snaps their finger, although there was no snapping noise to be heard.

The speakers whine to life, and Hatter thanks his lucky stars that he had the mind to use the restroom the moment he woke up from his slumber as every speaker within the confines of his paradise begin to blare, at top volume, the Space Jam theme song.

Upon the spacecraft, the being donned in a fox’s mask and tunic slips on nose cancelling headphones, the boat ramming straight into the side of the Beach whilst everyone is momentarily stunned.

Now, logic dictates that a raft crafted by a bunch of household items would crumble into a billion little pieces upon being slammed into the side of a building.

That’s what logic dictates.

However, under the same bullfuck that let the door-stick-rope-shirt mishmash float in mid-fucking-air, it also let it crash straight through the building in an oddly perfect-sized hole the exact shape of the craft and the being atop the ship.

Which, of course, was in Hatter’s room, Hatter ducking in perfect limbo formation as the boat zooms by. As he straightens up, he quickly notes his couches (Yes, both of them) being fucking missing. Again.

“ HEY! MY COUCHES!”

Alas, his voice was drowned out by Space Jam, the thief cackling giddily as they whisk around the mountain in the lobby as if it were nothing more than a magic carpet ride, couches in tow and several bullets now being shot at them.

“ ASSHOLE! STAY STILL AND GET SHOT!” Niragi yells, although unheard as the thief and ever so astounding Captain of Tomfuckery crashes into the opposite wall, and into oblivion from whence they came.

At that same moment, the speakers quiet, leaving a moment of peace and multiple gratuitous sighs emitted from several hundred guests.

Hatter, of course, calls for a meeting to figure out how to handle the next invasion by the thief or their friends. It lasts them all a good two hours, as the first was mainly for Hatter to vent about said thieves and how it was rather uncouth for them to enact literal property damage.

The result? Nothing, because when they leave the room, there on the ground was the door, rope, and shirt, all dismantled and in a neat pile, along with a timer.

Which was counting down.

Niragi picks it up first, along with his shirt. “ The fuck is this?”

“ Looks like a bomb, throw it.” Aguni grabs the timer and chucks it into the air as it ticks down, the timer reaching zero.

However, the timer simply lands and decks a poor passerby below over the head.

“ Wh-“

“ Nothing happened?” Aguni mutters, but a massive explosion that shakes the entire building proves him otherwise.

“ That sounded like it came from your room, Niragi~” Chishiya says with a smile, Niragi booking it into a run. The rest follow at their own paces, some curious and others simply worried over what just happened.

“ BITCH! THAT MINT FLAVOURED RACCOON DICK BLEW UP MY BED! WHY THE HELL IS THERE- IS THIS CREAM CHEESE?!”

“ For goodness sakes it’s not even noon yet…” Aguni grumbles.

#aib #alice in borderland #aib fanfic #alice in borderland fanfic #niragi suguru #chishiya shuntaro #hatter #takeru danma #morizono aguni #kuina hikari #thanks for letting me steal your shit guys~

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morioh-killer · 3 years ago

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Ok theres a few groups of staff

The owners (diavolo and doppio and co owner giorno and his dad dio)

The doctor (cioccolata)

The caretakers (staff who look after livestock for a week to get them settled in)

And other staff (farmhands)

The owners are pretty self explanatory. They own the joint. Giorno scares dia and eventually will take over the farm

The doctor cioccolata. Cio scares everyone but he does an exceptional job and most importantly whatever diavolo tells him to do. Administers your usual healthcare like vaccines and assists in births but also does plenty of messing w aphrodisiacs, putting on chastity belts, etc. Definitely molests livestock

The caretakers look after livestock for a whole week. Mostly for training: teaches them to use all fours, to stop speaking human language, etc. Caretakers are also a sign of protection for the week, so any livestock picking fights w New livestock gets punished more severely. This is a greater relief for new cows as cows are forced to breed and make milk and calves for the farm, but for a week w their caretaker they will not be bred

And farmhands are farmhands. Most are hired to do your usual stuff. Some are volunteer. Some are sleazy and molest the livestock, you get it.

The livestock has a few groups

Race horses, work horses, (guard) dogs, cows and bulls, rams and ewes, chickens and ducks, and lastly goats.

Livestock is obtained either through kidnapping (the farm has a group of farmhands usually go out looking for people with traits they need such as gender to snatch off the street in a huge van), being born onto the farm, from unruly staff, from being sold onto the farm, or from volunteers

The farmhands, when recieving new people from kidnapping, being sold, etc basically anything that isn't being born into farm life do an evaluation to choose what animal they are. Those with beautiful, full hair are sheep, those with fertile bodies, huge breasts, etc are cows, those with large frames and muscle are work horses, those with particularly sharp teeth are dogs, you get the gist

Sometimes if someone qualifies for two or more animals, they'll choose the animal based on what they need most. If they have enough of all the animals thr farmhands may choose the animal or in rare cases kill them, take them home for free, etc. But again its rate they have enough of every animal and choose those options.

All livestock gets an ear tag with different colors telling staff immediately what they are.

Caretakers i have noted are: bruno, risotto, prosciutto, lisa lisa, rohan, and a few more i can't remember

Farmhands I've noted are: Abbacchio, Hol Horse, Ghiaccio, Melone, Steely Dan, Mariah, Suzi Q, Weather Report, and more

Livestock I concluded:

Work Horses: Jonathan, Wamuu, Esidisi, Kars, Santana

Race Horses: Will, Johnny and Speedwagon

Bulls: Joseph, Caesar

Rams: Jotaro, Kakyoin, Anasui, Straizo, Akira

Dogs: Secco (cios personal pet), Hazamada, Josuke, Jolyne, Narancia

For the others i havent thought abt it yet but there are more for every group ive mentioned in staff and livestock

Let me state the farm is fucking massive like half a county massive. Diavolo runs a fucking empire here. Also its a stand-less hamon-less au.

The farm usually isnt open for visitors and when it is it's a small area with the most well behaved livestock meant to farm money off kids and their parents

The farm is only open to those who are "buisness partners" such as kira who often buys his girlfriends for cheap there when he needs em

Within society this is a very well liked farm and considered the best in the country. In this society everyone does see the humans in the farm as livestock and as only animals- but on a different level than that of animal animals like iggy. They're still animals just a lil closer to human. This is why some farmhands see no issue with sexually abusing livestock: theyre human "enough",

Kira is one of the only people who sees them as people, his viewpoint is horrifically rare in this world

There is one kind of animal thats its own thing and its foo shes a phrog

They had nowhere to put her when they found her so they just gave her a little mini pond in one of the farms corners and called her a frog. She does fr eat bugs too

They try and keep breeding within the same species that was chosen for them, but there are plenty of cases of crossbreeding and cross romance, some crossbreeding goes undetected and some gets found out it rlly depends on how obvious it is

An example of cross romance is anasui who's yknoe a ram who really wants to fuck jolyne whos a dog

Uh cant remember anything else lol

OH DEAR LORDDDDD--- this is so detailed and im HIGH KEY OBSESSED HELLO-

#dark content #birthmarkkisser #long post

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aeltri · 3 years ago

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Manly Hall was correct in that the key to knowing how the world really works lay in the language of universal symbols. As you know my line has the Second Sight and as everything falls into place I realize what I was meant to warn against all along. I had my first significant vision when I was around 9 years old. In it I saw a menacing hooded figure and then beheld a bottomless pit that lay behind a great door with two bronze pulls shaped like ram's heads. When I was 11 my mother had a vision in which she saw a great black furred demon rise out of the ground to the left of my bed as I lay sleeping. She said that it was a hideous mix of human, goat and bat. Fast forward to HS and during a ouija session that I was witness to but refused to participate in, I specifically remember the planchette pointing at me and then spelling out "well of darkness". My overly curious friend was, rather tellingly, a victim of RA and her paternal grandfather had come over to the States via Project Paperclip. It's important to note that I was a GATE kid that kept being "tested" periodically even in HS. I've always tended to attract rather unusual people with family ties to Intel/Military, both because we are alike but also by design. Not all of it is mundane in origin, there is a far greater inhuman scheme at work here. Since then I've had experiences and visions leading up to the same thing; the great danger posed by opening the veil between worlds which is CERN's hidden purpose. A purpose that some of the more reckless occultists have been working towards for centuries. I myself have studied the occult in order to better understand what I've been shown and what is happening. I had a vision of someone whom I shall not name on the top floor of a tower and he pointed to a spot on the horizon as if telling me to go see for myself. I suddenly saw myself in a Swiss city that I later found out was Sion>Zion. It's impossible to go into every detail but suffice to say I saw underground passages and fighting going on. Recall the three Infernal Principalities (Bune, Belial and Astaroth) that have shown me their destructive intentions towards mankind during the last decade. Bune appeared at the Vatican, if I were to guess what that meant it's that each head "speaks" through a pontiff of which there are also three. The eagle is the spiritual White Pope, the king the aristocratic Grey Pope and the wolf is the bellicose Black Pope. What I now believe I beheld was an unholy trinity heralding the rise of Abaddon/Apollyon, the Destroyer. Apollo is a solar deity the duality of which is Diana, remember that. Also keep in mind that the fourth dimension represented by the hypercube (black cube of Saturn) is the confines of space-time. The false third eye of Abbadon as Shiva is a vesica piscis resulting from the forced merging of two opposing polarities. Now who does that also remind you of? Baphomet. Our own third eye is full of light and is what we use to perceive the spirit world! Prophecy speaks of a great evil emerging from the sea (of men?) and destroying them through their eye, singular. If you look at mass media etc you see these themes being repeated over and over again, it's no coincidence. People still wonder why I was a teenaged doomsayer? I saw it coming, all of it...

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