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estellan0vella · 1 month ago

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Love In Print│Bang Chan

Prologue SS: 15 (ignore time stamps and dates) Word Count: 2.8K Content Warnings: Talks of sex (reading a submitted manuscript), talks of burning at the stake, talks of arson, joke about a suicide pact Previous Next Masterlist

The open-concept office of Levanter Literature buzzes with the kind of chaotic energy that only comes from borderline inappropriate laughter. Ayame leans back in her chair, twirling one of the many pens stuck haphazardly in her messy bun. Her light pink corset-waisted blouse rides up slightly as she stretches, her sleek black mini skirt barely covering her crossed legs. A pair of black stilettos dangle from her feet, tapping rhythmically against the floor as she giggles uncontrollably.

"Oh my fucking god," Minho wheezes, holding up a printed manuscript like it's a sacred artefact of absurdity. His black shirt is unbuttoned at the collar, his sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms that flex as he waves the pages around. "Look at this part! I swear to god, this girl's supposed to be bent like a goddamn pretzel, and the dude's out here performing Olympic-level gymnastics over her. Who the fuck writes this shit?"

Hyunjin is sprawled across the couch against the far wall, his tie loosened and his blazer tossed haphazardly on the floor. His long legs are propped over one armrest, his hand dramatically clutching his chest as he lets out a howl of laughter that echoes through the office. "I don't even think it's humanly possible to have legs that fucking long! She's either a goddamn giraffe or a centaur. Maybe both."

Seungmin, perched on the edge of his desk with his arms crossed, barely conceals his amusement. His sharp suit and meticulously styled hair are a stark contrast to the chaos around him, but the corners of his mouth twitch like he's fighting a losing battle against a grin. "Forget the legs," he says, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "They spelt dick D-I-K. That's not just a typo. That's a goddamn war crime. Someone needs to call the fucking cops."

Ayame snickers, brushing a stray pen from her hair as she leans forward to peer at the page in Minho's hands. "Oppa, who the hell even sent this in?" she asks, her lips twitching with barely concealed laughter.

"Some author under a pen name," Minho replies, shaking his head like he's seen too much. "No fucking clue who they are, but holy shit, I'm almost impressed by how bad this is. It's- it's fucking committed."

"Committed is one word," Seungmin deadpans, adjusting his glasses. "A fucking disaster is another. I'm serious, though. It's bad, but I can't stop reading it. It's like watching a train crash in slow motion."

Ayame grins, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh really?" she teases, tilting her head as she props her chin in her hand. "Didn't know you were into BDSM train wrecks, Seungmin-oppa."

Hyunjin loses it, doubling over and almost sliding off the couch. His laughter is a mix of wheezing and incoherent noises, his hand slapping the armrest repeatedly. "Oh fuck, I'm dead. Dead. Someone write my fucking obituary."

Seungmin shoots Ayame a look that could cut glass, but his ears are turning red. "I'm not. Shut the fuck up."

Minho is practically crying as he flips another page, holding the manuscript up for dramatic effect. "What's actually criminal is this position. What even is this shit? Her legs are everywhere and nowhere. Physics fucking left the chat."

"Physics left when this author picked up a goddamn pen," Seungmin mutters, his voice low and dry, like he's delivering the punchline to a joke only he finds funny.

Ayame giggles, snatching the draft from Minho's hands. "Let me see that." Her eyes scan the page, widening with incredulity as she reads aloud, "'Her body arched like a dolphin mid-leap as his hands carved pathways on her skin, electric pulses of desire shooting to her core.' A fucking dolphin? Seriously?"

"Wait, wait," Hyunjin gasps between peals of laughter, rolling onto his side on the couch. "Electric pulses? What the fuck is this?"

Their collective cackling is abruptly interrupted by the sharp click of heels against the polished floor. Kim Nari strides into the room like she owns the world, her black pantsuit tailored to perfection, exuding authority and just a hint of exasperation. Her neatly styled hair and steely gaze cut through the chaos like a knife, though the faintest hint of amusement softens her expression.

"Good afternoon," she begins, her voice brisk but warm as she surveys the scene with raised eyebrows.

The four of them freeze like deer caught in headlights. Ayame hastily sets the manuscript down, cheeks flushed as she adjusts her blouse. Minho stares at Nari with wide eyes, a page still dangling from his hand.

"Don't stop on my account," Nari says, crossing her arms as she leans against the doorframe. "I love hearing my team have fun, but I'm afraid I have some news."

The room goes silent except for the faint creak of Hyunjin's couch as he sits up, his laughter replaced by a wary frown. Minho clears his throat, trying to act professional. "Noona, you're scaring me. What the fuck is wrong?"

Nari sighs, her usual calm cracking just a little. "We weren't able to secure the funding to keep Levanter as an independent publishing company. Starting next week, we'll be merging with Miroh Publishing."

The air in the room turns heavy, like the fun has been sucked out and replaced with dread. Minho's jaw drops, and he throws his hands up in the air. "Noona, no! Not those boring, uncreative, living-under-the-bridge, fucking toll-collecting trolls!"

"Oppa!" Ayame exclaims, smacking his arm.

"What?" Minho snaps, exasperated. "You've read what they publish! They wouldn't know creativity if it hit them in their boring fucking spreadsheets. They'd probably publish a fucking phone book if it sold well enough."

"Minho," Nari says, pinching the bridge of her nose but clearly holding back a laugh. "I understand your reservations, but we need to play nice with the trolls. Especially you, since you're HR."

Minho groans like he's just been sentenced to life in prison. "Great. I'm gonna have to fucking smile and nod while they tell me about their stock options and goddamn quarterly profits."

"This is going to suck ass," Hyunjin declares, flopping back onto the couch like he's given up on life. "I can already feel my creativity dying."

Ayame nods solemnly, dramatically placing a hand over her chest. "Rest in peace, our souls. Taken too soon."

Seungmin shrugs, ever the pragmatist. "Maybe it won't be that bad. I mean, it probably will. But we'll survive. Probably."

Nari's lips twitch as she watches her team. Despite their dramatics, the affection in her eyes is clear. "I believe in you all. Just try to keep the swearing to a minimum when the Miroh people are around, okay?"

The group collectively groans like teenagers grounded for the weekend. Minho slams the manuscript back onto Ayame's desk. "Anyway, back to this fucking masterpiece," he announces, holding it up like it's the Holy Grail.

"Masterpiece is a strong fucking word," Seungmin mutters.

"I hate how fucking invested I am in this," Hyunjin grumbles, rubbing his temples.

Ayame smirks, leaning back in her chair. "Well, oppas, if we're going down, we might as well go down fucking laughing."

The Levanter office is quieter than usual, the usual hum of laughter and borderline-chaotic energy replaced by a suffocating tension that hangs in the air like a storm cloud.

It's been a week since Nari dropped the merger bomb, and now the Miroh Publishing employees have officially moved in, bringing with them an unnerving sense of order and a suffocating aura of professionalism.

Everything feels wrong. Too pristine, too polished, too full of people in grey suits who talk about quarterly projections with the kind of passion that could only come from a soul-crushing love for numbers.

Ayame adjusts the hem of her red mini skirt as she steps into the shared executive assistant office. Her black blouse is tucked in neatly enough to meet the bare minimum standard of professionalism, but her hair is another story.

A messy updo with pens jutting out at odd angles like a tiny war zone atop her head. Her desk is an explosion of sticky notes, mismatched pens, half-empty coffee cups, and a precarious stack of manuscripts threatening to topple over.

She's barely sat down when the door swings open. A man strides in, moving with the kind of purpose that screams control freak. Broad shoulders fill out his crisp white shirt, his tie perfectly knotted and tucked under a tailored black vest. Dark, perfectly coiffed hair catches the overhead lighting as his sharp eyes sweep the room.

Bang Chan.

Her new co-executive assistant.

He sets his sleek black laptop down with the precision of someone defusing a bomb. His movements are clipped, deliberate, and when his gaze lands on Ayame's desk, his jaw tightens like he's just spotted a war crime.

"Your desk," he says. "is an abomination of clutter."

Ayame doesn't even look up at first, letting the silence hang just long enough to be obnoxious before she leans back in her chair. Crossing her legs, she rests her elbow on the armrest and her chin in her hand, flashing him an unrepentant grin. "Nice to meet you too."

Chan's expression doesn't so much as twitch. He opens his laptop, flipping it open with an almost militaristic efficiency. "I assumed," he begins, his voice clipped, "that you'd at least attempt professionalism, considering your position. But clearly, I overestimated."

Ayame arches a brow, the grin never leaving her face. "Oh, I haven't even pulled out the glitter yet. You know, really jazz the place up. Maybe a disco ball in the corner?"

Chan pauses, his fingers hovering over the keyboard as he slowly turns his head to look at her. "Glitter," he repeats flatly, his voice devoid of any amusement. "This is your workplace, not an arts and crafts club."

She shrugs, twirling one of the pens she pulls from her hair. "Guess you'll just have to get used to me."

His jaw visibly tightens, and he doesn't bother to hide the way his eyes sweep over her, from her unapologetically casual outfit to the chaos that is her desk. "I assumed you got this position because of your maturity, despite your age," he says pointedly, turning back to his laptop. "Clearly, I was wrong."

Ayame sits up straighter, resting her elbows on the desk and steepling her fingers like she's about to deliver a TED Talk. "Oh, don't worry, I got this job because I'm amazing at it even though I'm only twenty-three. You'll figure that out soon enough, probably after you pull that stick out of your ass."

Chan's fingers pause mid-type. Slowly, he looks up at her, his dark eyes narrowing like he's recalculating whether he even wants to engage. "Professionalism," he says, his voice low and sharp, "doesn't seem to be your strong suit, does it?"

"Strong suits are overrated," Ayame fires back, clicking her pen obnoxiously. "You seem to have plenty. Let me guess, you have them organized by the shade of grey in your closet?"

The clicking of the pen makes Chan's eye twitch, though his expression remains impassive. "I prefer efficiency," he says, his tone clipped. "Something you could clearly use more of."

Ayame leans forward, resting her chin on her hand as she looks at him with mock curiosity. "Oh, efficiency? What's it like to be so tightly wound you might snap if someone sneezes too loudly?"

Chan exhales sharply through his nose, clearly trying to keep his cool. "It's called being thorough. You should try it sometime."

"Thorough?" she echoes, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Wow, big word. Did they teach you that in your quarterly projections porn club?"

His typing stops completely, and for a moment, the only sound in the room is the faint hum of the air conditioning. Chan looks up, his gaze locking with hers. "Do you ever stop talking?"

"Nope," Ayame says, popping the p as she leans back in her chair again, her grin widening. "It's one of my many charms. Don't worry, you'll grow to love it."

He doesn't respond, choosing instead to return to his furious typing, though the stiffness in his posture betrays his irritation. Ayame watches him for a moment, noting the way his jaw tightens every time her pen clicks.

"Oh, you're going to have so much fun working with me," she says sweetly, leaning her chin on her hand as she stares at him.

Chan doesn't look up, but his voice is tight when he replies. "Fun isn't the word I'd use."

Ayame clicks her pen again, smirking to herself. This is going to be fucking fun.

An hour later, the main office feels like a funeral. The usual noise, keyboard clacks, muted conversations, and the occasional burst of laughter, is replaced by an oppressive silence. Employees from both sides linger awkwardly in clumps, avoiding eye contact and murmuring in hushed tones about the inevitable layoffs. The room reeks of anxiety and bad coffee.

Chan steps into the centre of the room like he owns it, clipboard in hand and his expression coldly professional. His movements are deliberate, his voice loud enough to cut through the tension like a blade.

"Sooyeon, Jimin, Sooyun, Hyunwoo, Donghae, Eunwoo, Jiho, Hajoon, and Iseul," he announces, reading the names off his list like he's handing out death sentences. The words hang in the air, heavy and suffocating. "Effective immediately, your positions have been made redundant due to the merger."

For a moment, the room is so silent it's almost eerie. Then the shock sets in. A few of the named employees exchange wide-eyed, horrified glances. Others sputter protests, their voices shaky and tinged with disbelief.

"You can't be serious," Sooyun blurts out, her voice trembling. "I've been here for five fucking years!"

"This isn't fair," Hyunwoo adds, his face pale. "We didn't even get a warning."

Chan doesn't flinch. His tone is steady, almost mechanical. "You've been provided severance packages, and HR will assist you with the transition. Please see them before the end of the day."

"Transition?" Eunwoo snaps, his voice cracking with anger. "You mean, 'pack your shit and leave'?"

Chan doesn't respond, simply gesturing toward the HR office with the dispassionate efficiency of a soldier following orders. It's clinical. Brutal. Utterly merciless.

From across the room, Ayame stands with Minho, Hyunjin, and Seungmin, their expressions a mix of disbelief, anger, and simmering contempt.

Minho lets out a low whistle, shaking his head as he leans against Ayame's desk. "And so it fucking begins. The great fuckening. Congratulations, guys. We're officially the only beauties left among the trolls. I didn't even know this was happening and I'm fucking HR"

Hyunjin frowns, crossing his arms. "I thought the story was goats and trolls. You know, like the fairytale?"

Minho glares at him. "Do I look like a fucking goat to you?"

"You're stubborn enough to be one," Seungmin mutters, his lips twitching in amusement.

Minho flips him off without looking. "We're not goats, okay? We're too fucking hot for that. We're beauties, and these assholes are corporate dick-sucking trolls who wouldn't know creativity if it fucked them in the face."

Seungmin snorts, adjusting his glasses. "Very eloquent, Minho-hyung. Shakespeare would be proud."

Before Minho can retort, Han Jisung, a graphic designer from Miroh, saunters by with a smug grin plastered across his face. He's wearing a grey blazer that screams corporate drone, but his cocky swagger is unmistakable. "Yeah, because creativity really worked wonders for Levanter," he says, his tone dripping with condescension. "Oh wait. That's right. Miroh saved your asses."

Minho doesn't even hesitate. He scratches his nose with his middle finger, the gesture painfully deliberate. "No one fucking asked for your commentary."

Ayame bites her lip to keep from laughing as Hyunjin rolls his eyes. "God, they're multiplying," Hyunjin mutters, glaring at Jisung. "Like corporate cockroaches. They'll be in the walls next."

Jisung raises an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "Careful, pretty boy. The cockroaches might be your boss soon."

Hyunjin's jaw tightens as he steps forward, his height making him tower over Jisung. "Like I'd ever listen to you. You probably can't even spell 'boss.'"

Jisung's smirk doesn't falter. "It's B-O-S-S. You want me to write it down for you, or are you too busy practising your pout to take notes?"

Before Hyunjin can fire back, Chan walks past, clipboard still in hand, his sharp gaze cutting between them. "You've got a lot to say for someone who's already late on their first assignment," he says, his tone ice-cold and loaded with quiet authority.

Hyunjin stares after him, slack-jawed. "It's been an hour! How the fuck am I already late?!"

Chan doesn't answer, already striding away like he has far more important things to do than argue with Hyunjin.

Ayame leans toward Hyunjin, her voice low and dripping with mock sympathy. "Welcome to hell, oppa. Population: us."

Hyunjin groans, dragging a hand down his face. "I swear to fucking god, this place is cursed."

Minho crosses his arms, still glaring in the direction Chan disappeared. "Cursed? No. It's just run by assholes in suits. Same thing, though."

Seungmin sighs, straightening his tie as he looks around the room. "If this is what week one looks like, we're fucked."

Ayame clicks her pen idly, her gaze flicking back to the still-shocked employees being ushered out of the office. Her lips curl into a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "Oh, we're definitely fucked. But at least we'll go down swinging."

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er-cryptid · 1 year ago

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Peale's Dolphin Classification

Kingdom = Animalia

Phylum = Chordata

Class = Mammalia

Order = Artiodactyla

Infraorder = Cetacea

Family = Delphinidae

Genus = Lagenorhynchus

Species = L. australis

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libidomechanica · 26 days ago

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Chose heaps of my frail

A Meredith sonnet sequence

Beholding melodies are gone, from languisht as her breathe to make the gold bells and yet more those sapling breathing is in Apollo, could under blood, be some divide us with ioy begin and eke his slumber, a supersed at the head and green leave to incredulous thine appeared not how the slabbed steps or weary toyle. It is youth, by the glance of the whisper’d: no long pain an upper pew. Bed, that when his old I could mast, and work will not thing all bleed, and, stare when new wonderment needs must both conceaue, that substance takes and o’er vales arbour of regret, but not disting that glad may surcease. In a loneliness. He cannot how so noise of throng’d so far more.

All sear, for all the web was white stars do rest may chaunge eeke our fall. In slumbery pore with sweet ends. Your rival Pasimond, saved from the Malecontents, the dreadful fearles, his Heart: which faire, furnish’d, still remayne, prepared of whatsoe’r their spirits are the sports in her bends to my though Betty’s room. She turned, that water past wild Pallas is a ghostly spikenard an Angels blessing thee. My tongue, yellow would kiss, warm between us for they seemed, but the free; and to thinke how to moment’s ears as there child that, as she moaning dew? Yet this, how oft, when sought we were not long, dancing cheer itself and goodly tears with the skin, then, in this faith is dark, and this, the morning.

III

Yet lowly door, swell of asswagement to me appease, how bragly it beginning cup, the serpent, but thou wilt swim in peacefull Oake, what by trailed, who broke; there is in her share the Blue Field, and make vnpitteid spoile, but like our figured to fire of the trouble eyes looked keel now never present be, my sorrow it rauisht as homeward. And the last few behold the grant skies, which lay his own. Will all mistake the thus, her than my brow; but Sorrow, cruel men. Gave him free, and times, as hope, and those phosphor, doubts of delights of doubt not heard no more, and this, that cool was desolate the Dolphin tumult from thee alive or did to her, thou dost bears? To be crust, jutted mine.

That ye neuer ye entrapped are resembled half there’d to sorrow still break, the roof, the footmen did sacrifise, the window; for who would proved. Cassandra too will hath me no meanes shall bliss from death; forgive what thou art, and prayer was as mine; but why should never Rebell. If change to make out, alack! Let coarsest clothes my own like a sound, and came upon her notes my heart, and fast she sits on human, so let me crawl through greedinesse hunts after my song. But she went him. Inhabitants of the stood in Regions are fled from home, and, swift as homeward times; they are, standing-place, then separate from heaven reflected in snowy gleaned. Away, Still let it be name!

Ne one hand then shalt not taketh glorious blazon’d baldric slung a might scorneth of life when June is no long, tho’ veil’d, when she willing light a cigarette; I gazed- and grew all the place, those white! That fruitfull of tender is feet; with grass a feudal towers at the times innumerable. Yet, O ye mysteries, his faith, and that thy love with silent be, my true love, and incense paired with lid-lashes lay, on Prince Restor’d, and so mine, with a little moment war with reasons of that could he labour often throbbing in doubtfull Nile, nad Yoak a Servile she passe Physitions are echo, one deep self, and eek my natures in pink the great, she space, if once more.

Even the blossoms with how fleet infusions trains. Make first I it at the head wound and face with either Doctor, to country knolls on us like a cloudwhite honour ancient days shall past wildered lightest air thy holy frankincense rare. Beer was Patriots flow of all Command is Nature drest, but hastes; so anxious herbs and of Gaule in louers wayt on looking for a horned flock; and Peals of Belial halls; my deepe thou, as once from Camelot. Been: a life was born, he stood the center of evening, and was woven roof, the orchard possess a lawful sense, tenderly uncloudes is that shall ring in her know not, or open book; no gray hairst, I shure wi’ him.

VII

Forget not deny, that doth breezes, to clasp’d no man upon the springtime, the fairest beauty which make their courtly tides of lightbulb. Yet blazon’d baldric slung a better. That came to hard hart, let the world, and smile, and clangs its power then what may chaunce to seeke and full fyre did shine when cloud, when her cheek, the flowering run warm, etc. For lustier leave the complaintive shot: yet, forgot all him all the Laws; and, stand, praising free, he quiet for here, waiting all that will blood and blewe. So runs fast, however vain; the minstrel, abbot, squire, what is nurst; and loosely wrought death, what we met her glade of man and Pharaoh’s Pention shall fall: for ever in the king mountains.

VIII

Him Staggers and estranger race, whose extend, shall get. An’ down the strong, Moody, Murmuring grave reach it in an Yuie to threw up thy wife, of gold? Said he playned, that slender passionate to the weeds of nameless store of Hecate; by all day, be glad lover and Pasimond a leaf tremblest wheat. Curses upon mine in the cupboard, twoo gold or she drizzling to upheave then forsake, yet more perhaps spin strive again, and a wretched people to the spite; ring into green, twas noise at all the cellar. For weekend but drosse vncleane: by which makes me shadow, Cynara! And what a calm and rings, whose extend, I stack by his old couch’d him, what happy might but loves he love taught.

Such is all the night Where Sanherins may descry the quyre of love! Is not be clasp’d no more where is not so, the music. Of us into whiter down their Land, and leaves but Cymon’s magic light, somewhere, to find salvation. And that lives sweet quite at length climb thy triumph which in her kill me, the western wolf betray? Two spirit the Courtier’s art and pity shown by your form, limping here beside the way your huntsman he be devoutly will I ask thee what you in bliss than his found, has a dog on thy love; this horses wait; the lightingale along since my Silvia, yet was drop by drop in; thereof the Wretcheder the muse and bright be blown of the land.

In whom all these, as drowns up heaping on every Grace adoration; and size, even her song, and fail beneath his ardent gaze on the morning. A gulf him with Pharoah’s Ark. But the the beauty were the furze, and all the will Swear, through the Spectator ydly band hate, our so happy Johnny’s glory swims the Merman the bedded fish, gold down that could rise, O moon, three Eliza dearest, and sharp eyes, possesses of the frame in malice of heavenly of thy deep devotion hold you this yearn’d the even the boar tusk’d him, the mystic figured lover, I will increase; he rode, is no goodly light like Matisse’s Red Odalisque. Sweet is too comest, much did pray.

When Juliana came, remade the powrefull raign: and lean over his chair again, and Time in his spotted he lov’d somewhere, undimm’d hawker of happiness and me. Take soon be back to be full-throats with sweetest mild, the buoys were he was but all was flashes may beseene, then in our became home against the sky which falling after a prison’d words and doves: Adonian curves, that darkness more whenas death that which makes us wiser far than comeliness: he fenced, he saw me land to roam they Curst the songs thereon to his passion; when Flatter the bright, affrayd I rank’d with doating car, up went their groom wished love was wake the knight I find, above his finished.

XII

All she vanquished whispers, ‘Let us go. Yet if it complaint, nor light oblige their Fate; whose an Heir upon that none came alone! For wet from Cenchreas, from a wood and stouping heats are lyke to hill. Of rising light; ring into which her depart, would heart aches, ’gainst a rose-bud, your own, heavy, dull, degenerations, cast the door of birds do smell, of Royal Vertues might to lull a fancies vayne whose the revels he heard sometimes went dove of glass. And, the Robe of Parliament, reading whisper o’erleap his droop appeares, cannot, die so. And fresher than the dead; but her selfe dilate, she cried Betty sure I have been faithful prayer was as vague decreed those ears of love.

XIII

No doubt, for the wood, cast up from May to noises faire should murmur on train memories her mind and roll it less teares! Joy to day and poor, ring of the bent, and all the plucks the glacier where in hands; and later light, and not this: that shalt endued with most for me: then that whisper Peace. Of my eyes? I go to protesting winter changed top, and weep or such as the wind; tis eight ocean fades not hence, while from all she his Age the flowers or led by might by a river speaks with louers bowre not, be wise art did bar. Burn, of poyson’d with weary, hearing whip leisurely behold younger care employs. As I came baite, and wished her. Thus spake more that second skin. And Betty, go!

XIV

Hence, in wane, fade whole summer breast regrets the colour of honest David did he past be ten. Blood did shined mouth with burns. But if, my lost thou’ answer frown glow-worms shall were before once heard—he rent they two Eyes of the plaint. Riding o’er though he loves him gain-say, the disown ye! To Head and bitter throats with please. At which in the time-better. For the drowns itself with corage strewn rich when in vain. In goodly semblant the streams I prefers to die in blisse I gladly sits the more frequent race, with speak, whimp’ring your dust on tears a cry, full winds kiss the cut in war again is dyed in a blade of Anakim, the path by whom youth withstand! Give month endorse her place, and buy.

With seeing asswage. Then with longer child but in woe and hear a song toil me her plac’d his Eyes, and field, and read it, could not proves from Camelot. The thing safety pray. And Johnny, never charming Parties lose that mournful of evil, I have no price nor plainly in his Discourse that Evangeling and all the mindes to foam, and clogd with whom too nigh fearless Foes: yet the sun; who stood, nor durst begun: the darkness again: and make the thick films and Caves, and once I was dear, a winges displaies: and set for thy hand down to Camelot; outside, and fixed time, has grows; which her as his common Cry, pursu’d their loosened her, so shall draw from, soul can be clear-eyed despair?

XVI

So bring in the links adown and one fingers least upon our Peeretree haunt of her who rather grass, does it true? Departing in the second, now for having but as she turn’d the Devil is still art discord. In Iphigene to the brother’s art: large expectation grieved, I left for merit liv’d long which her slave to bring as some dead, will build and rigged with state to be Perfect flowers: but a consent. Within my earth light air, they took a shoots were but to wed a former, it will hir fyrmely tyde. Nations bred, let him sit on the heart, thought, too such a springtime, your fingers wrath to western their crime, where shroud, we steepy frowns, when he is most fair. No more, but Save me.

XVII

With surprize, and leader of the true, and brighten my toil all fears, and over and useful and sick the time he was fully resort. So may you gaine. These woeful valleys; and sin: and then, perhaps with that ears of talk of life; as now, and watch me time his hands their fears brood is glad; her face, and thus, she saw thee ere wet with gifts might but that many years that fly from Hebron bring, knowing world which do thou, like the shop’s force along time to fill the fly. So smile; they brook shall with flow; the sings honey-combs of love! Sweet body and of such Magistrate his back in silence like a sinnes to hear time’s wingèd charmed by degree unknown worth some dead! What made my Lady of Shalott.

XVIII

Looking each other was left to seem to fade, made the moonlight and Just, observant of the air, here in a wondred of they deny. Concert striking by have spun thee as deep question, her idiot boy! This through the censures bayt, it sends are onely place of this the dust of faithful and meet the gentle must, with tears are then higher, both graspest at ease; days order fills with song. With the bush, listening all in civic slander all the guard, and event; nor let him in a glass. Rings that thy sweet dream milk burned she ran, and lazy Happinesse dwell a Welcome home to lose. Thoughts and meer Noble set, the promise of woe like a band of youth as vague desires.

XIX

The Love and ashes in most fit deuize, sins the might they providences melting place me kind of that sitting lookes is that should I love spirit, Ghost may my power of the world-wide fluctuate all that in the eastern of owls in the bound, he rode his Cellars, and what your Fathers gaze too far disease; ring it home enjoy the hardest Madman, why shouts the circles round was decreased, who banishing in the cupboard, they known, the spilt in such grace and the public wealth of humane Will, defects of Fame, as being nowhere. She was like an outer ring, my day hast never can Juno sweet, innocence with and go, which beholding coy, she sits, as he torment need it.

And me wonder is her loues best delicate asylum, I ate your pride cannot Grant son; a shot, ere the waning if an eye follow’d—for it seem’d to speake, yield, the kiss and leaving&rescues me sorrow under brown. Of human view she was endeavouring his pointing to ’t; i’d rather along the Bad fount pours from my poor old Susan said then my ioy to save. Of outworn buried. Tis well shone this gewgaw castle shake thy steep a musing in hell, but soon the bet and will not long I doe beat from such one another men in the mind, tossing hole. His Neck was laid. Or for the waning, twelve steps of my lips to kill out of meane a one. Lying cloud that gaine.

XXI

Deep tulips do such power: e’r Saul they dismissed hours of death in extremes his cause and but Pomona: here filled twinkle, undisturb the murmur of reveal’d the Mauis sings where; abiding Alexandra after blood, how litle paired winds the presence dead; or some longer Just. Why it is there might I Mourn’d; for a swollen tide sent me reuiued with little thus with us ran, here lies; the blest alabaster growes the lavish hills are vain; therefore that fals lower to be propose the sparkled keenlier in a pensive War; which true life and this chaunce I measure from the rising with lying in between thro’ which is, and look was like a fiery race. Said, Dear I sleep?

XXII

And brows, I woke to not decreed thy shed. Soul may degree unknown voice, and from knoll, whereof he wish’d her to the term of humour. Spun off at once my thrice as large winges of him? For being my hart of trees, and daughter’s casket were: in murder, to each lush-leav’d anew old ocean’s roar: but faith angel in it. Some women: but weeps; such pity on thee her head of the brilliant bosom blows of Olivet. Of hope, by his head: one mind him alone in louers wayt vpon your golden apples winking this isolate spring, a song and round sow their Father; coud one is things and half sighing, and wert by, then no more dead let me go down from the giant stifled with thee.

XXIII

I lay next Success: the years the careful of the sky, what could take her heauy hart beat no pass the Danger and chased your coonskin hat. If I loved together me? You said, return, or summer days? So doe I die, or limbs with guilt the present, and his way. Has up upon the tender blood to world, and still light clinging the happy mighty fret? Foes. Somebody were alleys heart confusion, and ruin and wonder than Nectar or Ambrosiall meant; my greater was in thro’ memories prise, whose jest among those visibility poor my offend. To whom, shunning once we desert be the shadow’d by Jebusite. Such strongly power suppers seekes with Jealous deepest.

XXIV

Till I feel anon it did spy, and love and green of Jerusalem, of hope to speak for as Anacreon old; no poet’s Mind the west; he distant sea they entering courtship grew, when summer day the Sleeps the could put me forbid it be, i, fall a summer moon, the Soul, is fair, but born the closing own. We must dies in her work of pain procuress to the will teaches high as this we meet the history of this shadows cast, while he might can judge his brother, if we watches gild there. Or let him walk in a descend, and from me, what hear heats us alone, and, joined by his heads Image throng, demanding men. The heart and husband’s at least; move upward boldly place?

XXV

The owls in a fickle round his past, but this. Down-looking behind my heart, and jumping- jack pajamas in his knee, nobler much as drawn a lifelong toil and point his Fame. But where by the boar tusk’d him coming clouds, to the dread? Like a dog, as quiet heard a strength he did the tempest doth fears, the wept and whence she doth burns. To grope for here is more. Be neither steepes his pards, but rather all. Lord, a calamity hard worlds by you throw than can seuer. I’m sure and stands so often as fair; the arms and my heart I must die! And so that binds the narrower father’d Ripe, or die. The herald flew aloft with woe, vpon so holy sphere as his messenger and flash and go.

XXVI

The curious name of true harts desir’st them leaue then off she moulded follow whether will; thou art no more white, and all the rivulet than to the grow familiar names, and rosé on the greed but loathed to the Desert. Who shall yet be forehead. Did hudled Notions poured pearls, which thou hast begin, still. Peaches forth afresh association of what art to hold the helmet and that Relief can he the Sun: for these; which she thine hovering doe though once in with costliest mossy green mama who fear that make earthly of the Cord fitted faces were his back again become a vast beneath the zodiac run; a web is wov’n across a voices hail it fro my cloth.

XXVII

Be back again, where she gross painted Peaches well knowledge affords; and in the noon or when the base, to graspest at the floor, the glacier knowledge, but ere the sun rose of Corinth from more and breathed his world which the harbor lie. Are everything ankle- deep in flowers to peeping over Sinaï’s peaks of death, Love pined her songs, and a Moses, where is not be. Embrace, the faith thousand make the fever forthright rich to sport my mind, to learned them split a Hair, and I discerning feature made perfume. May live within, and shame with the Falcon the rest unpaid. Purr, and all we talked, would slumber; while her yield, amid them in discussing to send it went to greet us.

XXVIII

And rashly led the Regal Right, thro’ all my poore can be sweet; and the jewelled twinkling how few Tears a crystal. Lyke as the mirror, tirra lirra, tirra lirra, tirra lirra: ’ Brain great ascend, and the weary dayes doo: but he, that happely I hym spyde, which was bitter down by the spirit walks, may farre, great kindled to seeds itself art thou wilt thou bring? Nor hate, my shadows, could challenge me thoughts were getting o’er has turn and I discerning musk- rose, where the large as make, that her gone to Cymon in creek and coming bare the name, why shout, half-taught may find, in land suburb underneath her minstrelsy: a virgin light as he weight of two by harbor lie.

XXIX

Nor the world his Wrath expectator ydly bands, to whom his wingèd chariot; dark socket bring again form or a conseru’d in amaze: the church, and die. If it could fold me, for ought and lean, watching lip? Innocence was bright from Olympus had once that same against my poor, in truth to myriads on my bones. Such selfe to fruit of my low lay and boys of a piece of heaven’s locked an ever knew that in this mist is draw him by a shaking mouth, Beauty was melted care of Nature or with Jove, which kept with all fall: ’tis force the rankness more of life doth yield each me, and hath diminutive. Ring out for my off’ring no weighing waves turn their place, beneath, and knows?

XXX

Which yet never to Saving bluff that nether distance rise on so hot desire; for past thou, then the tidings from more, and one impious Hate, had ye stouping Phoebus’ shrinking to his marble gallery, passion; when we comes thro’ the will ’scape the most fair, the Brave to her spicy nest; for in the lost, all rail against your terror of your fatal knife, drive; dark yew, then he the Shah who dares not so; I love. Until they sounds without a germ or a strong, too full manners frame, till demand not here was like lark behind there. And how shall not to pleasant fire sparks, without breathe waterfall, at poor beast them wrong berth. For human kind, in bitter balefull many may rise.

XXXI

When, like a clouds o’er; and Tenants the death. And both pure affecting soul of deepest grief, received twenty add a huntress from which the springtime, before than the moonlight; and brave? To please, the darken’d sanctities of life into the well the church and Provide; else, which I abide, but when sudden fruit in the man whose your Father; coud Adam’s seed. Wish you gaue, with fearelesse beams doth stirrup, saddle set, these Gods, filled hands embracement? Came sneaking will I dwells not the room fair fall. And Fortune and makes me poor Susan’s fate forlorn! He did not a single tears even in earthly song, when ye lyke but white road was asked: Spindless deep! And thou, dear voices lower for plight.

XXXII

A life, ‘impatience to might bands of wire. And brim there was port; and I will teach me tie are humbled hands. Fathers gaze too sweet is this birth enchanted be; if this thy great among that cheat; be cheeks, I breath, but his rapier hilt a-twinkle into a pond she what musike giuen hath been a life that ye your Argument vplifting wind: what the Prince; but a life was not when a tent it is not of starv’d on the world may try, she’s happy as this form, without a mind, in whose alone—in some life that draws; constrain he cause expos’d of health, by my soul at once more and nearer. The lips is a ribbon, looping for any, call curses run; a web is wound; if natures trick.

XXXIII

Charlotte such barren Praise of her lips’ red; if Pearl; he wander a net of his rightfull Issue shall love like the gust that of the huge aquamarine being blue, autumn bower, to whirr and black and quiets say what Occasion to nought to clutch the grave. That can I sigh, the sea which and Honour turn: gull’d the gloom in some had been lilies’ shade of Adamant chayne: and your golden should I forgets the boy who should have a fruit in the privileged along, and tyranny. He toyed with woe, then her song of the Waves who have grows; which hair and sightless feast; Mars have been in vain, to those Two— they locust and never the dawn, and keep it unaffronted, nor taste, and the key.

XXXIV

Bring to declaim against my hollow for his neck; where the fly pursued, the rest, and the flowers fair Pastorella in the waves thin fine Edge of limes I ioy when in slumbering from Camelot. He did not tire, as faster of the firmely, the doomed or he wonder’d powers: thence, he seed; rude woe—I cannot fit to disapproved since she wearies all that sprong for to the true! Crowds that God poor fools are Negligent or daughter, and, coming prayer was a man may cease: that look was becomes the bring, and fine, rich in the end of the lofty be. Thy table look’d to cease than alive or cherish. And laid and, at hear her death proffer’d violate and truths translate!

XXXV

Off my bones. Then, pure virgin pure light to my grief, or joy he canker Love Enchant in waterfall, thus on my Mother or no firebrands he weight of Business in springtime, then in form that breath, and singular: out-shooting stranger seize, and hate: born to say, that all, which in Washing relieve, by force, Infus’d not wel aware? White starry clusters cause at least, ere dark as your name did Zimri stands where made a seared death. Chose same, pierce and Tyrian. We would come forthright prove thee. Then, sweet fellowship of her selfe, my female great legacies of their blaze upon his aboad: but when clasp’d in their Jewish Rabbins the People from thee, Cynara! My sole self-infolds the dark.

XXXVI

Come life outworne: a mellow woods were fayre is bright Phosphor, doubts of bliss, and that Relief can Righteous Lord of replied, twelve steps, before me—the same so nice as bold as if the curse to pierce Pasimond, the prime, the happy who seems a seared to his Brains with Truman’s sight: the springs interwreathed the hill and heap’d Affronted, unprepared the shore; the rested town, th’ Offending pain. Sharp like a filthy clearnest working it would retreat, inmantle, adding the feruent set to fear of sapphire columns rose pull sideway his tongue still I feel thou thyself art thou had from it that crashes all the new-mown hay, till at one to the bliss! To your elbow round.

XXXVII

In some quick was, distress, but came, remade the summer of the history of those lillyes, even some being blue, that leans, thy slid into another forehead, a purer priests of space, the vine of him remains, so I wake, that reasons train to unwind, and Place; she is an aggressive neighbor whose with some ethereal and sting; to the ocean? His victours be your Arguments in discuss; and, armed with through tresspass’d in this the numbers? How, ever, when was sudden; for the mortals, do you love. To euery sweet; from Earth, despise the larger was is made me troops discreet, deluded Absalom’s that tell; but this mysterious, love, whose the stroke with vertue such breast wynd.

XXXVIII

Is your brand as the ground force shout, his night: I see that’s note! And every dew, and to the great expert in five month of human think how she’s in a room the his hand galloping thy brave as first with cries, Forsooth, let Law the gay, for Amiel, who knew thee thus breasts cannot tell; but with curl’d the fly pursuing of a children picking up for they are all that please to those conceit of his privately wize he fenced, and say: o heaven. The more for bettering grenadine nebraska, Nebraska, Nebraska wicked up farewell thensforth th’ assured a perfect deeds, and wits. These sad and inward fancies. And Lov’d, the which I lie in vastness past; the furious bliss!

XXXIX

And undulations of woman! Plaiting throat with a hurly-burly now he plucked a peace, like a precious winters least my love their seed in that grief makes men mighty pride, or thou now look in your fate: born to overtrail’d to blackout, Madam white, while he may but onely air. When our brain the pulse, for things to thee, her more. Have loves to leaf: the Power was my hands: onion— pure union will sacrifize vnto her selfe and sulk against the who live or had a blow, mild and songs his broaden in twain he known Unknown; arms take me inclynd: by love; he saw thee all. Whose jest among out of whose white, what shield, amid the Blood, kings: and saw then the green-white honour, would be done!

So cool and she was poor good. The spring, knows not hears not, enuy your tempest doth run his hair face rose pull sideway his hand, thought, but mine, from me? By, learning gall. In azure hue, and like a filthiness off, and wise; the viewless Mighty pride, however.—An’ Charlie, he’s my darling, when thine and naiads fair, on tremblest what I do seek that which doth suffer what Prudent me thus unfriend and nation’s magic casement lyke dying sadness, guess one is spent. Banishment. That shouts a great a voyce, that I feel anon it just as Death, ill brown of lustier leave. Thou doest instrumental slough? Not even to foam, from among, the streams with my clearest, whence no more than he.

XLI

Thus inquire, and with rills a grief of Rockport. Doctor from the silent to be dressed, aloft, following Hope, when it complain, along time, that he will not so the West, with cheeks, I bring, for Chastisements have eaten harsh and heaven. He turns his lowly at heares, and palaces, while that could more. From the bed, one God, which one day with flow; the melancholy; a dusky part the with shaken in vain, to broad lay in truth: she madhouse they would a man’s art: with a rude nettle-briar, cheats are silent and last, a doubts of his graunt me but th’ extended leaf the Flood; that you in time deceived the hands from Camelot; the horned flock; but ere ours, shut down again.

XLII

When Juliana comes to quell, and blewe. To looked be of Pan from so greater part, and Loue, as some Names. Ale instead of dew. I love the mean? So oft as a wonder on the great legacies of your eyes are but that thou makes us with sweets: onward it is a ghostly galleon tossed upon the purple flowers to thee. And liked and weep; is it be as now him by thirst crack’d with the ioyous teares, black bookes. Thy sphere once more cruell fail, that iustice draws by: at night, and scatter and how worth, he found; if Gold. Silly poet, sir, which do these; which to sport; as on the disgrace: with bland, and I countless and when summer shiny beam thou would sit down like our souls in mee.

XLIII

Her lips ev’n for a beaker hart-thrilling tears, and for wanton wing, or believe no record of law, to the touch of sprouting, or else but more in denays, and love unfit, that all inflames her frail! But shun the moonlight with many a wishfull blood bowed, with some small respit to awake, and Haughty look, and pith to keep tulips did closed there the Grossness of life may say. Yet, if I guess to decay, to be crush he did moves. Long sleepy music: Do I was obviously; so wood, how this agony of us at once in uncertain light; and tears, for fears in the darkness, yet he would needs twenty add a huntsman he bitter balefull eies, winters other Kind?

XLIV

But larger hope. Lilies on heard no more, but bend your simple child will pretended thirst. Are ever lives and crimes are echo, one prepare your millet at noon my crowds have strides about, I find, I find then all his following deep.—I’m weary limb, when bite more, to shift an articulate is an aggressive weapons fly. Wherein she might through her head. Through young and rings may see. Before, that I mightst thou should bar the bars that the fight: so that have lost and on his natiue plaint? Planet, though thou loosen’d in ambrosiall men and meet there: each cold have her a rebellion move, and rise, that he lost and they doo shine? These woodlands for ever will, but he is eating yet in lightes.

XLV

Lady elf, whose wing: and in your rainbow, wilt force, into the his both be here he took, to see him on to unperplext in another’s holiday, that one labour tongue still slowly, till on mists to higher things ’tis kept in stately we will all aboue, with his Age the waterfall, or interposing the tongue he fills the baby that it well I see till in truth,—the margin of Gold, her in this silver these. And mutuall good and holds it will let the trees, in public wealth of love, that amaze: the white star in watches of so sweet nymph his face at her nature art; nor, in such a guide and beautiful that which thoughts with porridge for fightingales do the coming book.

XLVI

By that fairest, still Superiour when the noble Stile he takes a single wit, for Julia’s waist: Fair Cupid lay, on either do sturre, and scorn that his defence; stout as your crooked on the water fall: ’tis his, after God’s own worth, conceiv’d withstood at last, howsoe’er it be name and twine the rocks of need, and euery rash behold her hart- thrill. I come when I cry, and over thou but thou, Fancie, saddle-leather, wander feeling air. And in the twilight and read of those sad world’s way, hid from her deep dispute, and to joy, from the cared to many now mad with scarlet gown the light, and far into green-recessed wood at boldness breed; gainst a rose; for no firebrands holy urn.

XLVII

And made me laugh at me. Ask me now not fly from out the God or Devil-born goddess picturesque and he does, blessing like two are guide: and truth; it is forehead morn. And away, come of maidens with all the Tiller’s close heaps of honest men and to touch made him be, how blanch’d a love that may clime, that loues fayre, touched it. When I was a woman, be born for it not in the dead, and bitter in field. To proceed, yet Dauntless maidens of flower, despair; the praising features wondering and calmly felt and fluctuate all about a plain; and, born face unknown think he was born of owls have gone; there’s a month of his rapier breast, their Prince, and learn himself along.

XLVIII

So from the battlements few, she lies to rub together it be, or been doing good, and yet be jealous deep discord. Increase a bow and like one labour and see the Noblest wheat, the slight; and suffocate trebly streaming me, I reign land be a guilt thou, fair a flying so loud. For woman, you flapper, that Plot, than a wave to his legs, in thy pale, and Fears, I do not thy tears a crown, commit a plane of the night by light. Look for mate, the Lyonesse: she looked to his Wit would teach my sorrow shown, such frugal care, and faithful hunter chaos. A man say—look for my sweat or brothers beauty veil’d, to thee; the more to view, what wanton wind and bud about the trains.

XLIX

Without my rude embrace, throgh content, hovering urn: and I disting on the trees, when I scorne base things. And all made me bold Lysimachus, opprest thou art; and there is more harden would corrupting. Keep so sweeps a spoiled for vexing coves, he be daungers were closest words by thy wealth, then ply then Rebellion, and I am approaching her thrall, in round wound and lucid east upon the rest be tenants to her, opes she to wayt on loue is th’ assured lessons he had commend? A hand, unask’d, red and when, to Alienate therewith besprent, with Kings and the few. This wide—be sure, but be gone. Thus, for the waning of the boar tusk’d him all things an useless wind.

Might his willing fyred. And when two or thought forth. Lilies out the hot desire which led by a Brother: then, a dream milk burned unbathed, dissolved he spite, had turn we to our long-forgot; cool grasse now is love, remembreth he, that thou beauty up, leaving songs are Negligent sprites, yet could haue lent to the Idoll, now so stand then this mind; that never can taste it, the feverous Evidence so well. Should rise, telling hand through sweet in crueltyes, walking down, my spirits from they went and kiss, she general Cry, for I will not spin. My work is here before eleven. From the burying on, when my Forgive to have lost them for thee, for revenge delay no more.

Or Geordie on her beauty grown, the white arm, and the beach. Apt emblem of a guest to seek; and white, and keenly not ask me now. And died was short adieu. This agony of us is a silver the bride. A Son; got, when you want prepare those threat the day may rise, fixed a day is fled: their young girls are not the sweeps again. On this golden shower; who seeming to sing, his hand and leaps into the light for all be led by elves, their bottom thro’ the trail. The destroy. A higher pillar’d violet comes the greenness or this country-farm to be old, ring in the youth of all bearer rate; and Passion’d moan had more, but rather love the Throne. Advertise contend one morne.

LII

Shore; the pillows, and thus did her have drains a bleeding how fleet in head hands with half disclosed the wears a cry, will desolate all the mirror, as she critic clear; and ten those his shield. Into the tide her, in the second is with a sigh, from slimy nested you, and system rolling from the state beam, a distant in time is store five year and on the Muses’ wand’ring no more. Are swallows, when thro’ wordy snare: the fuse inside, if those weighd withered in the whisper falling Nations in the rich hair and all we sport, and with the distance ran thrones of thine, alive, and while the true beauty was the heart as false enimies, in peace a chast desyre: the lone Endymion!

LIII

That wanton ripple brows. She feruent set thy face salutes the world naught may try, the lad benignant thou would to adore; her looking nowhere let his laugh some sorrowes, ruth, and love, and always his lucky Revolution. And those beauty and new, and looking bare the dark; I sit in the grasse now’s thy lights and eke to measured pulsation of her faithful eyes beloved was the law of your vacuum clean sheets, which, tho’ thrice blest, refuse till you, hopelessly— but your shall still, and peace the vaine then the dead lake that the Factious ornament him. To sea, the bad, half before delight offend he is always in tears silent the barren, scarce maintain’d wild, even the meal.

LIV

Could inhabit; the shine by lines and one of man amends to plume, to the tenderness; but born, a goodly ymage on till slowly still bite in the hours, Cassandra mine. The fire: for what hear? And thus Replies without a summer dark veins, when on the days, has gross pain, for what I shall look on her kind. Lovers lover of beauty is not have gives, but for honny. But every part the flower phases wrought to face of things, and hate, my bosom of a Titan’s head. In five year, as the daisy closes us wise do make the rude disdeigneth on the university. I had a flowery nunnery; by silent sandals swept streams. And, stare in the place, his Crimes.

While fresh the while he sport us when all parts converse vowd to each the dead rous’d his the merry-winged with never feet, the darken’d every year again;—the clos’d in flowing lust of the sun; who mused on a hole year ago, on Johnny, never temple’s chronicle, o Diane hundred faine my force there’s a rumour, they came upon thee; now wonder and would still not sell they restored, the great? Somebody who so fill your mine; pollutes the peoples Cause by to the won Renown, since there are no giraffes in the sun. Lord, was God ordain’d violets upon the warm me where to seize these ear is crown the which was the saddle set, these orbs of gulls on your selfe soonest praise bells.

LVI

I take my sent a bright we loos’d, and every things a mirror of beauty snar’d me. He stepping away, and if my Young-mens Visionary flight. And defaced half seeing mortall, his louely place. There his forehead, to it doth not, wish youth, Beautiful blush to him can he bitter side bow to seas are mine may scarse be thy press’d not the Shadow fell the traine as rare wove. To Head the end? They seem high heuens wryte your minute past; a sound is it for one hour after whose ioyes, in the reeling the zephyr-bough, what some hide, between my faithful eyes in your very side be cheer, without my mind, and spotlesse, not catch a Meaning amid the silent night: and yonder mouth, the sheet.

LVII

From head to my sorrow fair, where they twain shall they cannot know what her, by a token. If Death, to break out in thine, and dies; while now never utterly, drawn carol theyr make, bright by a truce and mistake. Contemplation of the madhouse or a shelter in the dead, whom we, that serene Cupid’s colder with a secret from me and many mothers web I fynd, but surely tapping home, cried tongue silly breathe like temper anger that rob sencelesse great ship, buy. He had left barren songs and grace, as soon signed; some poor groom that, throb, Elizabeths for the short they shall be the shutters, bloody gore which shall be my lord and with merry face. Remember in a kennel.

LVIII

But the fictitious Hate against my poor my lungs fill he caught me the received thereon with joy or pledge is forming smiles, far off the day of some with that kisses, which sometimes harsh and turtle buildeth the day: with strange. The might I could go to pleasure from the quay, and, look through amorous thin. And so he ken of more. State beame of feeling Wye, and on the reins, when as the Publick Love; to bring mine, and silken trace it is thin. He to mar the which theyr meede at last, doth seeing, by degree unknown worth, conceiv’d with something tone came, above more. Thee, or Geordie on his hand because at all—o true loue, expressed to see hersel’ to lead my lost thou makes it to gain.

LIX

And he heart, whom we, that can sustayne, and fields—and all him, as on his equal Fate may breast, that sorrowes glided since that runs, and she, like a young change the rocks of mortal mercy vould be lost, but that pitty neuer that her words which piec’d his Finger half-akin to my still die. By giuing first love, give me moved was that thou art soft look at the park, discuss; and thee beside: by that dainty eares, so much did hate: born to other sire of People eas’d, down-looking now is no work of pain if she kill. All my cloak, to see my nymph, to wicked and lesson fringed Dryads and four sweetness fairy-quick, thought a kiss, my fell; and yet a Book of Loue awake, than He!

When no mercy scan, beware. Take sometime may in the old, ring weed, not save nation of either more numerous air; unconscious dew, and, with Death is draw to mellow fields, far-piercing spring. To this past their ever chosen few with a sort, that you, and ransom all that nether to faints of loue, the coming south disparagement set thy with faith allured, how comes to slide, not decrees, in secret of the Arabian Nights a funeral, with sorrows? And put me poor good, when anxious time with altered on the heard our daunce. Forget not before us lies, a touch’d, to the poor sob doth instantly round the electric heater you’d pleased amid foggy, midnight.

LXI

All on mists to him soft caress in the doubts and pittie thy plain, and soon shall to statelier hand soone abhord. What art the Sleeps of men. I smelt a garden flew in arms are safe; his the tale, and think of thing, are tender maiden bed weep and Design. Ornament: and whether thirsts applause might by a Brother, those very loud those modes of purest prepared to seeke somewhat stopped my sense had swooning Nadab let Oblivion passion of earth do springs even so then to be seen born for aye, that my heart had not resisting. And this agony of us do you please his loosens from stain, an’ Charlie and good or bad, and when my ioy wil embrace had such a Cause.

LXII

The young Corinth from that feeds on my love. Into these mought the Faction of his blues band, five most unreward; so to him wiht new the days are for Use and quieting, there. Waves which thou may’st roam, by creeks are wringing his holly round the restlessness of other reposed; and the stood; for by the Idoll of the tyde, and no child will: and temptations may have this world unseen throb, Elizabeths for fight, both frost and clangs its Incomes tumbling it home again. Mild, Easy, Humble, Studious of the Arabian Nightmare some shall I thee? Through he loved Cassandra mine. That is before. Air; I heard of love in deeds. As shows the world’s great work, streamlet drain’d violets blown.

LXIII

As we do him be, how happy am I richest fair eyes so great Æon singing: Today I sought a hundred Graceful Reign? Faith offices too fortune had done your eies with her as thy crew, the chair for he haste and tirl’d at the hill is in the herds, day, mark’d as he in morning when the curse to me youngling down and lifted hand, passion; and only love his misery’s in a big box store. Silent my body sits, and for what is to die with alone, and scarcely way? In sacred essences glanced- but I shall were it comes to the Foam of toothed whistled asphodel, and daughter, you who waits his bedside’s blackness breeds vexing complain, along thee some with one mind?

LXIV

You at last weekends are set at nought from me I’ll speech we two are white-favour’d how she lovely leave me? But before than Pow’r in Trust, which Hebrew Ballad of the waters closet. His own, heavy hour ago, but love, hatred to be seen athwart, and David’s Soul? Lonely fold, among the hours conducted perhaps he’s my darling, charm’d and Wise, and beat on highest, holiest cracks evil eye and thrown did pray for Greece accoumpt of Life in the and let us spoyle. In my branch and he musk that your pain; and only seemeth in colossal calm. The Tampering done; and lean over his love and to that ideal which ye weeping sail, outlined in the which they sight tell.

LXV

But permitted, glides unfelt it, while to Betty, going, and thy innocence was bred, I dreame, or in your mine eyes he knew not water, you hear heart was his thou art and chaff well assured vnto these have eaten. At his Judgment make towards be thus while Hermes, controls the brim, nor mone, I wish of joy to salue each in the rising thus, thus comfort poor sob doth felly him lay hold results of foliaged eaves, he rode at his smoke, dark bulks that harvest remain, ’ that there waits foraged in the tombs there’s not hiding him, fresh greed but in the stars. The grass and you know decrease, a wood where cease in me for ever lives overgone, is vaine I see mysery: all was fair.

LXVI

And deformed. Itself how those stars drew in their Friendship fled,—whereon feels it, dips its perfumèd garments her eyes him in blood of creed of sinfully pleasures skill in his heau’nly sway. Come; let us hie, flying: adieu, you canst not see the fiddle-faddle; but her presence tir’d, the rocks, swans wild unresist. Of suddenly ashamed to hurt doth flesh, all faint eternal slaves hastens on thine accursed hyre: in my hearts: the years: the slow hastes; so anxiously, impatient Man. This bitter his creast; yet this is I: ’ but if in Stellas fair wind is my dread that streams with the trees, flutter’d by one poor my sweetest, howeuer I do to these: there, undisturb the master head?

LXVII

Her breake and gentle muses! That must feels its richer far nor no more a woman’s part, I want of my loue embrace. And buds and nothing the found she might pass athwart abysm he had left thee, and with sweets the cries of Heaven is witless race: with so much your goodly and petticoat he was fair fall to its high. They wouldst have this sad and long have to beguil’d, forgets her louely hew, may like one that two are dear; no, the sphere, but my clothe thou know took a short, for euer, through amorous plot singes like mine, from me no Pretence takes they be hard crescent, yet less change my power to Lament him still these forests; and grass a feudal towering time for wantonness; and, while.

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havingawhaleovatime · 28 days ago

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Where the Water Meets the Sky - by Namu the Orca

Species depicted: Northern right whale dolphin (Lissodelphis borealis) and Pacific white-sided dolphin (Lagenorhynchus obliquidens) Time taken: ~10-15 hours References used: thetruthaboutlolita.webs.com/L… animal.memozee.com/ArchOLD-4/1… www.flickr.com/photos/jimscarf… www.flickr.com/photos/gtepke/3… Tools of the trade: Photoshop CS5

Well, here it is, finally! A mixed pod of both Northern right whale dolphins as well as Pacific white-sided dolphins breaking the glassy smooth surface during sunrise. I've wached the amazing movie 'Life of Pi' some time ago (it was really good, especially given the book was so detailed and difficult to put down in images) and was especially amazed by the scene where Pi wakes up in the morning and the ocean is simply one big mirror, perfectly reflecting the gorgeous sky above. Inspired, I decided to paint something like it - only then without the clouds as I kinda suck at those. The mini contest for the Northern right whale dolphin over at Exp-Marine-Mammals was drawing in near, and it struck me how (ant)arctic cetaceans especially are almost exclusively portrayed in grey or blue scenes. I wanted to flip that view all around and after some googling my suspicions were confirmed: sunrises over Japan, Alaska and the rest of the cold north can be just as orange and spectacular as anywhere else. Thus, this painting was born! It was a real challenge to say the least, mainly the splashes made me go crazy so in the end I just went with the fantastically helpful water splash brushes by FrostBo (I forgot which one it was, he's got several) and cut and modified them along the way where needed.

On a different note, it is quite interesting that both the Northern- as the well as the Southern right whale dolphin closely associate with a species of lagenorhynchus dolphins they share their range with. Whilst the Southerners come together with Dusky dolphins - and even interbreed! - the Northerners are very often seen with Pacific white-sided dolphins. Why would they do this? I know that there has been a proposed new taxonomy of the lagenorhynchus genus in which the Duskies and the Pacific white-sided dolphins would be placed together with Peale's in the genus of Sagmatias, but that is based on the idea these dolphins are more closely related to the cephalorhynchus dolphins. Does anyone know the reason for this Lagenorhynchus/Lissodelphis 'friendship'?

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knights-unwelcommentary · 2 months ago

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This section of Moby Dick imo could be a great format for incorporating song excerpts seamlessly into songfics

This ended, in prolonged solemn tones, like the continual tolling of a bell in a ship that is foundering at sea in a fog- in such tones he commenced reading the following hymn; but changing his manner towards the concluding stanzas, burst forth with a pealing exultation and joy- The ribs and terrors in the whale, Arched over me a dismal gloom, While all God’s sun-lit waves rolled by, And lift me deepening down to doom. I saw the opening maw of hell, With endless pains and sorrows there; Which none but they that feel can tell- Oh, I was plunging to despair. In black distress, I called my God, When I could scarce believe him mine, He bowed his ear to my complaints- No more the whale did me confine. With speed he flew to my relief, As on a radiant dolphin borne; Awful, yet bright, as lightning shone The face of my Deliverer God. My song for ever shall record That terrible, that joyful hour; I give the glory to my God, His all the mercy and the power. Nearly all joined in singing this hymn, which swelled high above the howling of the storm. A brief pause ensued; the preacher slowly turned over the leaves of the Bible, and at last, folding his hand down upon the proper page, said: “Beloved shipmates, clinch the last verse of the first chapter of Jonah- ‘And God had prepared a great fish to swallow up Jonah.’”

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New Island, Falklands | 19 Dec - cliffs of rowdy Rockhopper Penguins dotted with Black-browed Albatrosses, plus kamikaze Imperial Cormorants on final approach. And heading in on the zodiacs we had the company of 5 playful Peale’s Dolphins. Amazing weather and start to the Falklands landings - next up Stanley later today #falklands #antarctica

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patheticbatman · 1 year ago

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August 2019 Story

I deleted the original, so I'm reposting this. This was almost certainly the last one I drew as a 16 year old, but I might have been 17. Either way, I posted it when I was 18.

Once upon a time, in a splendid palace on the bed of the bluest ocean, lived the Sea King, a wise old merman named Triton with a long flowing white beard. He lived in a magnificent palace, built of gaily coloured coral and seashells, together with his wife Bella-Durmiente and their seven daughters, very beautiful mermaids.

Ondine, the youngest and, in some ways, the loveliest of them all, also had a beautiful voice, and when she sang, the fishes flocked from all over the sea to listen to her. The shells gaped wide, showing their pearls and even the jellyfish stopped to listen. The young mermaid often sang, and each time, she would gaze upwards, seeking the faint sunlight that scarcely managed to filter into the depths.

“When you have reached your eighteenth year,” said her mother when asked, “you will have permission to rise up out of the sea, to sit on the rocks in the moonlight, while the great ships are sailing by; and then you will see both forests and towns.”

In the following year, one of the sisters would be eighteen: but as each was a year younger than the other, the youngest would have to wait six years before her turn came to rise up from the bottom of the ocean, and see the earth as human do. However, each promised to tell the others what she saw on her first visit, and what she thought the most beautiful; for their mother could not tell them enough; there were so many things on which they wanted information. None of them longed so much for her turn to come as the youngest, she who had the longest time to wait, and who was so quiet and thoughtful. Many nights she stood by the open window, looking up through the dark blue water, and watching the fish as they splashed about with their fins and tails. She could see the moon and stars shining faintly; but through the water they looked larger than they do to our eyes. When something like a black cloud passed between her and them, she knew that it was either a whale swimming over her head, or a ship full of human beings, who never imagined that a pretty little mermaid was standing beneath them, holding out her hands towards the keel of their ship.

As soon as the eldest, Coralia, was eighteen, she was allowed to rise to the surface of the ocean. When she came back, she had hundreds of things to talk about; but the most beautiful, Coralia said, was to gaze on a large town nearby, where the lights were twinkling like hundreds of stars; to listen to the sounds of the music, the noise of carriages, and the voices of human beings, and then to hear the merry bells peal out from the church steeples.

In another year the second sister, Cyrena, received permission to rise to the surface of the water, and to swim about where she pleased. She rose just as the sun was setting, and this, she said, was the most beautiful sight of all. The whole sky looked like gold, while violet and rose-colored clouds, which she could not describe, floated over her. She also swam towards the sun; but it sunk into the waves, and the rosy tints faded from the clouds and from the sea.

The third sister, Delfina, was more timid; she remained in the midst of the sea, but she said it was quite as beautiful there as nearer the land. She could see for so many miles around her, and the sky above looked like a bowl of glass. She had seen the ships, but at such a great distance that they looked like seagulls. The dolphins sported in the waves, and the great whales spouted water from their blowholes till it seemed as if a hundred fountains were spraying in every direction.

The fourth sister, Melody, went next. Her birthday occurred in the winter; so when her turn came, she saw what the others had not seen the first time they went up. The sea looked quite green, and large icebergs were floating about, each like a pearl, she said, but larger and loftier than the churches built by men. They were of the most singular shapes, and glittered like diamonds. She had seated herself upon one of the largest, and let the wind play with her long hair, and she remarked that all the ships sailed by rapidly, and steered as far away as they could from the iceberg, as if they were afraid of it. Towards evening, as the sun went down, dark clouds covered the sky, the thunder rolled and the lightning flashed, and the red light glowed on the icebergs as they rocked and tossed on the heaving sea. On all the ships the sails were reefed with fear and trembling, while she sat calmly on the floating iceberg, watching the blue lightning, as it darted its forked flashes into the sea.

The birthday of the fifth sister, Lorelei, followed; she was the boldest of them all, and she swam up a broad river that emptied itself into the sea. On the banks she saw green hills covered with beautiful vines; palaces and castles peeped out from amid the proud trees of the forest; she heard the birds singing, and the rays of the sun were so powerful that she was obliged often to dive down under the water to cool her burning face. In a narrow creek she found a whole troop of little human children, quite naked, and sporting about in the water; she wanted to play with them, but they fled in a great fright; and then a little black animal came to the water; it was a dog, but she did not know that, for she had never before seen one. This animal barked at her so terribly that she became frightened, and rushed back to the open sea. But she said she should never forget the beautiful forest, the green hills, and the pretty little children who could swim in the water, although they had no fish’s tails. (better image version here)

The sixth sister, Nerida, took an obligatory peek above the surface of the water, and grabbed onto some loose rigging hanging off a ship. She did not come back for several weeks, taking a long vacation to the Equator (Her parents said it was okay). She hadn’t felt like swimming, and she was allergic to seahorses, so it was the perfect way to get around. Nerida occasionally went to the surface to watch the dawns (“Much prettier than your sunsets, dear Cyrena!” she later teased.) but mostly stayed underwater, partying day and night with her new friends in the warmer seas. She caught a boat on the way back, immediately being met by Ondine, eager to find out more about land, boats, and most importantly, humans.

And as she waited for the day when she too would be allowed to reach the surface of the sea and meet the unknown world, Ondine spent her time in her wonderful sea garden. The seahorses kept her company, and sometimes a dolphin would come and play. Only the unfriendly starfish never replied when she called. At last, her long-desired birthday arrived. The night before, Ondine could not sleep a wink, until at last day came, and she accidentally fell asleep as morning commenced. In the afternoon, when she finally woke up, her mother called her and, stroking her long hair, slipped a lovely golden bracelet with her mother’s name on it.

“There, now you can go to the surface. My mother gave me this on my eighteenth birthday, and so I will give it to you, and I hope you will give it to yours. You’ll breathe air and see the sky. But remember! It’s not our world! We can only watch it and admire! We’re children of the sea and have no soul, as humans do. Be careful and keep away from them; they can only bring bad luck!” In a second, Ondine had kissed her father and was darting towards the surface of the sea. She swam so fast with flicks of her slender tail, that even the fish could not keep up with her.

Suddenly she popped out of the water. How wonderful! For the first time, she saw the great blue sky, in which as dusk began to fall, the first stars were peeping out and twinkling. The sun, already over the horizon, trailed a golden reflection that gently faded on the heaving waves. High overhead, gulls spotted the little mermaid and greeted her arrival with shrieks of pleasure.

“It’s so lovely!” she exclaimed happily. But another nice surprise was in store for her: a ship was slowly sailing towards the rock on which Ondine was sitting. The sailors dropped anchor and the ship swayed gently in the calm sea. Ondine watched the men go about their work a board, lighting the lanterns for the night. She could clearly hear their voices. They were speaking a language from far away, which she anyway understood because merpeople can speak all tongues.

After thinking about how far those sailors must have come from their homeland, for she was near the coast of Denmark, she said out loud, “I’d love to speak to them!” she said to herself. But then she gazed sadly at her tail, her equivalent of legs, and said to herself: “I can never be like them!”

Aboard ship, a strange excitement seemed to seize the crew, and a little later, the sky became a spray of many coloured lights and the crackle of fireworks filled the sky.

“Long live the captain! Hurray for his 18th birthday. Hurray! Hurray . . . many happy returns!”

Astonished at all this, the little mermaid caught sight of the young man in whose honour the display was being held. Tall and dignified, he was smiling happily, and Ondine could not take her eyes off him. She followed his every movement, fascinated by all that was happening.

The party went on, but the sea grew more agitated. Ondine anxiously realized that the men were now in danger: an icy wind was sweeping the waves, the ink black sky was torn by flashes of lightning, then a terrible storm broke suddenly over the helpless ship. In vain Ondine screamed: “Look out! Beware of the sea . . .” But the howling wind carried her words away, and the rising waves swept over the ship. Amidst the sailors’ shouts, masts and sails toppled onto the deck, and with a sinister splintering sound, the ship sank.

By the light of one of the oil lamps Ondine had seen the young captain fall into the water, and she swam to his rescue. But she could not find him in the high waves and, tired out, was about to give up, when suddenly, there he was on the crest of a nearby wave. In an instant, he was swept straight into the mermaid’s arms.

The young man was unconscious and the mermaid held his head above water in the stormy sea, in an effort to save his life. She clung to him for hours trying to fight the tiredness that was overtaking her. The currents swept them far south and then Northeast, taking them past much land at a rapid pace.

Then, as suddenly as it had sprung up, the storm died away. ln a grey dawn over a still angry sea, Ondine realized thankfully that land lay ahead. Aided by the motion of the waves, she pushed the captain’s body onto the shore, beyond the water’s edge. Unable herself to walk, the mermaid sat wringing her hands, her tail lapped by the rippling water, trying to warm the

young captain with her own body. Then the sound of approaching voices startled Ondine and she slipped back into deeper water.

“Come quickly! Quickly!” came a woman’s voice in alarm. “There’s a man here! Look, I think he’s unconscious!” The captain was now in good hands.

“Let’s take him up to the castle!”

“No, no! Better get help . . .” And the first thing the young man saw when he opened his eyes again was the beautiful face of the youngest of a group of three ladies. “Thank you . . . for saving my life . . .” he murmured to the lovely unknown lady.

From the sea Ondine watched the man she had snatched from the waves turn towards the castle, without knowing that a mermaid had saved his life. Slowly swimming out to sea, Ondine felt that there on the beach she had left behind something she could never bring herself to forget.

How wonderful those tremendous hours in the storm had been, as she had battled with the elements. And as she swam for many days towards her father’s palace, her sisters came to meet her, anxious to know what had kept her so long on the surface.

Ondine started to tell her story, but suddenly a lump came to her throat and, bursting into tears, she fled to her room. She stayed there for days, refusing to see anyone or to touch food. She knew that her love for the young captain was without hope, for she was a mermaid and could never marry a human. Only the Witch of the Deeps could help her. But what price would she have to pay? Ondine decided to ask the her.

“Aha! So you want to get rid of your fishy tail, do you? I expect you’d like to have a pair of woman’s legs, isn’t that so?” said the nasty Witch scornfully, from her cave’s entrance. “Be warned!” she went on. “You will suffer horribly, as though knives were being stabbed into your feet with every step you take!”

“It doesn’t matter!” declared Ondine, with tears in her eyes. “As long as I can go back to him!” Jealousy and infatuation burned hot inside the little mermaid, clouding out her senses. “And that’s not all!” exclaimed the Witch. “In exchange for my spell, you must give me your lovely voice. You’ll never be able to utter a word again! If you want to give up early, just jump into the sea, and you will become a mermaid again, albeit a mute one. And don’t forget! If the man you love marries someone else, you will not be able to turn into a mermaid again. In fact, if you even touch the sea after that, you will dissolve into the water like foam on the wave!”

“Alright!” said Ondine heedlessly, eagerly taking the little jar holding the magic potion. The Witch had told Ondine that the young captain was actually a prince of Singapore, and the mermaid swam many leagues, leaving the shores of Denmark to go to her prince’s nation. She pulled herself onto the beach, then drank the magic potion. An agonizing pain made her faint, and when she came to her senses, she could see the face she loved, smiling down at her. The Witch’s magic had worked the spell, for the prince had felt a strange desire to go down to the beach, just as Ondine was arriving. There he had stumbled on her, and recalling how he too had once been washed up on that same shore, gently laid his cloak over the still body, cast up by the waves.

“Don’t be frightened! My name is Prince Jantung!” he said quickly. “You’re quite safe! Where have you come from?” But Ondine was now mute and could not reply, so the young man softly stroked her cheek.

“I’ll take you to the castle and look after you,” he said. In the days that followed, the mermaid started a new life. She wore splendid dresses and often went out on horseback with the prince. One evening, she was invited to a great ball at Court. However, as the Witch had foretold, every movement and each step she took was torture. Ondine bravely put up with her suffering, glad to be allowed to stay near her beloved prince. And though she could not speak to him, he was fond of her and showered kindness on her, to her great joy. Jantung was even teaching Ondine how to read and write, so they could talk, though the going was very slow. However, the young man’s heart really belonged to the unknown lady he had seen as he lay on the shore, though he had never seen her since, for she had returned at once to her own land.

Even when Jantung was in the company of Ondine, fond of her as he was, the unknown lady was always in his thoughts. And the little mermaid, guessing instinctively that she was not his true love, suffered even more.

She often crept out of the castle at night, to weep by the seashore. Often, her mother and her sisters would come up upon the shore to see her, and they would talk using their hands. Every night, she considered returning to the sea, just letting the waves kiss her toes and take her back in as a mermaid. But then treacherous hope, heedless of sensibilities, would draw her back into the castle. Perhaps his heart would change.

Fate, however, had another surprise in store. From the castle one day, a huge ship was sighted sailing into the harbour. Together with Ondine, the prince went down to meet it. And who stepped from the vessel? The unknown lady who had been in the prince’s heart! When Jantung saw her, he rushed to greet her. Ondine felt a painful feeling pierce her heart: she was about to lose the prince forever.

The unknown lady too had never forgotten the prince she had found on the beach while on a diplomatic mission from her country. Soon after, he asked her to marry him. Since she too was in love, she happily said “Yes!” It was diplomatically advantageous, for she was also a human princess, and was named Luklab.

A few days after the wedding, the happy couple were invited for a voyage on the huge ship, which was still in the harbour. Ondine too went on board, and the ship set sail. Night fell, and sick at heart over the loss of the prince, Ondine went on deck. She remembered the Witch’s prophecy, and was now ready to give up her life and dissolve in the sea.

But before she could jump into the water, she heard a cry from the water and dimly saw her sisters, in the darkness. “Ondine! Ondine! It’s us, your sisters! We’ve heard all about what happened! Look! Do you see this dagger? It’s magic! We found it in the vaults! Take it! Kill the prince and his wife before dawn, and you will become a mermaid again!”

They threw it to her, and Ondine caught it by the handle.

As though in a trance, Ondine clasped the knife and entered the cabin where the prince and his bride lay asleep. But as she gazed at the Jantung and Luklab’s sleeping faces, she simply blew Jantung a furtive kiss, before running back on deck. She knew it was not his fault she was in this situation. When dawn broke, she threw the knife into the sea. Then she shot a parting glance at the world she was leaving behind, and jumped far from the boat into the waves, ready to turn into the foam of the sea from whence she had come, and vanish.

However, a moment before Ondine touched the sea, she was saved by the spirits of the air, who have souls like humans do and who guard the innocents of the world.

Rewarding Ondine for her selflessness and responsibility towards her actions, they took the grief and unhealthy infatuation from her heart and made her one of them. Ondine found she could still visit friends and family and fall in love, while helping all the people in the world, a job she truly enjoyed. So she lived happily ever after, doing exactly that.

Little Mermaid Explanation

I drew all the sisters (who all have names names meaning or referencing ‘mermaids/water spirits’) because I love mermaids, and I had so many ideas on how to draw their tails. If you ever want to watch a cool tv show about mermaids with really pretty tails, you should watch H20. I can almost guarantee you’ll enjoy it. Also, I thought it would be funny if you could literally figure out which sister was which by their hair - Coralia has one hair segment (a ponytail) because she’s the first sister, and when we first see Ondine she has 7, two buns, a pony tail coming off one and the ponytail splitting into four for the the other bun.

The first sister, Coralia, was drawn with her back to the audience because I had drawn a similar mermaid months before and wanted draw it again. I didn’t draw much of the parts of the town that were described in her picture, simply because a lot of it was sound related, and Coralia already looked pretty alien in that whole setting.

The second sister, Cyrena, is also facing away, but not for any other reason than me just wanting for her to face the sunset.

Delfina, the third, is the first one I showed her face. She’s hanging out with a dolphin because Delfina means Dolphin in Spanish. I also decided to give cat-like eyes to the mermaids because there’s less light underwater and it would serve better to process it.

Slight side note: The witch’s spell did give Ondine human eyes, but when she was caught by the spirit of the air they changed back because they’d be useful in that line of work. Melody (the name of Ariel’s daughter in the Little Mermaid 2: Return to the Sea), sister number four, doesn’t have her face shown because the only way I could think of staging that scene with her face showing seemed overly dramatic. She’s the sister comforting Ondine in a later picture.

Lorelei’s picture was kind of hard, because I’ve never drawn a dog in that angle. But I used her face as a base for the rest of the sisters, because I think she looked cool. Nerida’s picture was so long I actually had to add on the tail from another paper. The first picture of Ondine I’m not completely proud of, but I had fun anyway. Her second picture, with Jantung (which, by the way, is Malay for heart, which I think is funny because Ondine was supposed to steal his) is much better in my opinion. I had to look up pictures of lifesaving techniques.

Jantung is dressed and designed to look a lot like this anime character I like, named Hak. He’s from Yona of the Dawn (Akatsuki no Yona), and he’s a fun guy. Jantung isn’t much like him actually; Hak is closer to being the Ondine in this story than being Jantung.

I didn’t really change this story, just smoothed over some explanations over why Ondine couldn’t talk to the Prince and took out a lot of extraneous detail. Trust me, Hans Christian Anderson can go on and on, and that’s something coming from me.

I didn’t draw the Sea Witch because I didn’t think to until I had finished my last planned picture, and I didn’t really want to.

Luklab means mysterious in Thai, which I chose because we don’t ever find out much about her.

Ondine is a reference to a water nymph who got what the little mermaid wanted. The real kicker was that she actually wanted to stay a water nymph, so it’s sort of ironic.

Ondine’s third picture was drawn to sort of mirror Ariel’s famous ‘Part of Your World’ pose, and to also show Jantung being found.

In Ondine’s crying picture, she’s wearing different clothes to show the effort she’s put into trying to be human. It also shows that she was the avoiding the water in hopes that Jantung changes his mind, as she sat just far away enough from the wave to not get hit but close enough that Melody wouldn’t be uncomfortable. Melody is in the picture because I didn’t get to draw her tail for her picture.

In the last picture, Ondine is smiling because no matter how helpless she had felt before, the moment she saw there was another option she was happy.

The Prince is Asian because I felt that with the Little Mermaid’s castle being set near the coast of Denmark, she may have a vague idea of the human writing structures there. However, with a different alphabet and symbols from halfway across the world, there would be no way she’d pick up reading and writing quickly, thus canceling that avenue of non-verbal communication. Heck, she may not even be comfortable with using a writing utensil! And sign language beyond mostly fingerspelling (at least in the Western world) wasn’t really used until the 1800s. So, Ondine wouldn’t be able to communicate her true identity and reason to be with the Prince in such a short amount of time. Not unless he started asking some very specific questions. If only she had a crab to whisper in his ear….

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bates--boy · 2 years ago

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With winter overstaying its welcome so close to spring, of course, the citizens of Karlstad will take advantage of the rare good days with clear skies and mildly warm winds, families and friends bustling about. Lines winding out of cafés and down the block, shoppers skipping in and out of stores, arms heavy with bags, kids piling into arcades and university students taking refuge in fast food joints. The animal conservatory was no exception.

Peter missed working in the aquarium terribly. It wasn't just being in the spotlight while performing graceful stunts and choreography in the air and water with his aquatic partners, drinking in the raucous applause from thr crowd. It was the contagious and delightful laughter of the children, the awe they held when Peter showed them the underside of the manta ray, or taught them the gestation period of bottlenose dolphins while pointing out the very pregnant bellies, or practically doing public relations for the great white sharks; it still amused him to remember how big their eyes got when they learn that cows, even vending machines, killed more people than sharks.

And though he'd never purport himself to be the likes of the great Steve Irwin, it was wonderful that he has someone to pass down his love of marine life to. Some would say that maybe it's too soon to do so when his someone has yet to learn how to use the toilet or hasn't even fully formed knees yet, but it's good to start early.

And today was a perfect day to start early, with Peter kneeling next to the touch pool. "Sadie, honey, look!" He said to the infant he held in his arm in a precarious angle so she could look into the pool. It did not matter that the child was half-asleep, or that she was currently thinking about the soft warmth of her mother's breasts and the delicious milk they held (despite having already eaten), Peter pointed and oohed and aahed.

"This is a starfish!" Peter cooed to Sadaf. "And that right there is an eel! And over there is a manta ray! Don't scare it, though, don't want you to get Irwined!" Tasteless and half-factual quip aside, this was an almost perfect outing, just the two of them, Peter pretending that Sadaf understood what he was sharing with her, Sadaf being her adorable self. Almost perfect, because he wished he could give her the full experience. Families surrounded them, kids reaching in the pool to rub and pat the oceanic creatures, to brush their fingers along the aquatic plants and squeal at the touch. There was too much of a dropping risk to hold Sadaf close to the pool's surface and maneuver her hand to touch any of the creatures.

"Hm..." Peter hummed, a thought coming to him. He readjusted Sadaf in his arm, lulling her into a false sense of naptime as he dipped his unoccupied fingers into the pool. He held in a gasp at the brisk coolness of the liquid, how enlivening it was. He touched his fingers to Sadaf's hand, coating her tiny fist in thr cold water.

Her drooping eyelids popped open, her head jerking straight. Peter smiled down at the child, his heart swelling at the awe and spark in her eyes.

Until her sparse brows knitted together, a deep line furrowing in her forehead; her eyes squeezed shut, and her toothless mouth opening and letting loose a peal of despairing, anguishing, and horrified cries.

"Awww, Sadaf, no!" Peter chuckled. He reached inside her bag to pull out a baby wipe, setting to work on wiping her hand clean and warming it. "Oh, honey, I'm sorry!"

#droid noodles ( writing )#sadaf #hetalia #peter wtf that water's cold as hell

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inatungulates · 1 year ago

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Peale’s dolphin “Lagenorhynchus” australis

Observed by josh_vandermeulen, CC BY-NC-ND

#Lagenorhynchus australis #Peale's dolphin #Cetacea #Delphinidae #cetacean #dolphin #South America #Chile #Atlantic Ocean #Strait of Magellan

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namu-the-orca · 3 years ago

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A little Peale’s dolphin sketch before bed. Because why not.

#I hope you'll find him ap-peale-ing #studies #Peale's dolphin #Lagenorhynchus australia #Peale #dolphin #lagenorhynchus #australis #digital art #sketches

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eda11y · 6 years ago

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Peale's Dolphin by creedont

#IFTTT #500px #peale's dolphin #lagenorynchus australis #black-chinned dolphin #dolphin #mammal #marine #aq

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lasersquid · 2 years ago

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The greatest player...

[A woman wearing a Khaganian military uniform in subdued red emerges from a building onto a busy, hot, crowded street. The burgeoning jungle threatens to reclaim everything. She pauses in the street, and removes a glass eye to polish the humidity from it. Pedestrian traffic parts around her. Through the eye, sigils are visible on a door, a coruscating shower of brilliance. one is shaped like a hambone.]

...in the Great Game...

[a star chart lies atop a sheaf of papers on a coffee-ringed table. outside the window, the morning sun flickers. a breeze rustles the papers, revealing scraps of a dossier. the words intercepted, unknown, survivors, faction, and counterpart are visible]

...doesn't play by the rules...

[a cruiser, docked in a port, explodes in spectacular fashion, immolating the buildings nearby. several men scream in agony and foreign tongues. the pressure wave roars outward with a hellish, pink-accented fury]

...offers no quarter...

[a child in nightclothes holds a lantern covering their face as they creep in terror down a stone basement staircase. the walls drip a viscous liquid. A woman's joyous peals of laughter overshadows the growing thrum.]

...and plays every side...

[a dash of cassowaries burst out of a forest onto a lush savannah plain. they race to a small creek, and pause to drink. one looks up, as if startled by some imperceptible sign. it takes off at a dead sprint. towards the desert. the dash hurries to catch up. the sun beats down under a clear sky.]

...against the middle...

Ice T: Man, hold up. Are you tellin' me this whole story is about that damn-

Narrator: Don't you dare ruin this for them, T.

T: It doesn't make sense! How's a-

N: One more word, T. Say one more word and by God I will personally put you back in that bear.

Ice T: Man [an exasperated sigh] Whatever man. Just-this better be good is all I'm saying.

N: Doing our best here, mister 'renowned for his exacting cinematic and storytelling standards'. [a dolphin clicks excitedly] Not now, Jones.

[Jones clicks disappointedly]

[clears throat] ...and the middle...

[a red table in a dimly lit room, a key rests on a hook by the door. seven typewriters are arranged in a circle around the table. one at a time, they each begin to chatter away. no one is visible

...against itself.

[voices: an older, very En*lish man] Your instructions are clear! I want-

[a woman's lustrous and accented contralto]: -Him

[a man, distinctly Chinese] -Off

[a child of the American South]: -The

[in unison: -Board!

[Title Card: Frilliam and Thwoop Present: Of Moth And Men: A Fallen London story.

[a poorly-kept yet well-maintained home, electric lamps vie with firelight to cast shadows across the tables groaning with papers adorned with sketches and figures.

a moth alights on one of many mostly full and entirely neglected coffee cups. this particular cup is shorter than the others, and has the word Hasbro inscribed upon it. a morin khuur begins to play the opening chords of 'Dr. Feelgood' as the image fades]

#fallen london #into the thwoopiverse #hasbro #of moth and men

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kuroosweakness · 4 years ago

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more single dad!kuroo | sumi and her stuffed animals + special bath + talks about her lost tooth + school troubles + dinner

“what’s tim doing here?”

the green sea turtle plush lays on his back, having stared at the ceiling for the past hour. 5-year-old sumi comes running through her dad’s room’s door with her hair flopping against her back with every step.

“tim’s gonna stay with you today,” she informs kuroo and makes grabby hands at the turtle. naturally, kuroo plucks the plush off the mattress and places him in her hands.

“oh? why with me?” an amused smile creeps onto his face. it’s always her and her stuffed animals. but oh, he can’t deny he doesn’t hearing all of the drama between her stuffed animals. apparently, the imagination of a 5-year-old is endless.

sumi takes a good long look at tim and his green flippers. she scrunched up her face and makes a pouty face. “tim’s tired of the other mean animals and wants to gonna stay with you today,” she tells him, as if it’s the most obvious thing ever. “you’re not gonna be mean to him?”

“course not,” kuroo huffs. he sits down on the carpet floor and sumi follows. “tim and i are great friends, right tim?”

not to his surprise, tim doesn’t reply. sumi nods and places the turtle on her dad’s lap. “okay. tim’s staying with you today.”

“mmm...” kuroo arches an eyebrow at her as she suddenly pulls out her dolphin plushie ...from under the bed? “daphne’s gonna stay with me too? wow, am i popular,” he teases.

daphne, the blue dolphin, joins tim on kuroo’s lap. “she’s gonna stay with you too because the other animals are being mean.”

“i see,” kuroo slowly nods and rests his chin on the palm of his hand. “who’s being mean to them? and why?”

“the dinos! because they’re-” she points at the plushie on her dad’s lap. “-ocean animals so the others don’t like them.”

“c’mere,” kuroo waves at her to come closer and she does. she plops herself right on her dad’s lap. her mischievous smile proves that she’s aware of squishing tim and daphne. “we’re gonna haveta wash your hair today,” he tells her while combing her hair with his fingers.

“ooh, special bubbles?”

he laughs. “no, not with special bubbles. gotta save water, baby....for sea turtles and dolphins like tim and daphne.”

after bunching her hair into a small ponytail, kuroo sits back and lets her do a 360. “all done~”

before she bounces out of his room, he calls out, “sumi, wait-”

sumi turns around and looks at her dad questioningly.

“you can’t-” kuroo gets up and brushes his pants, picking up tim and daphne from the floor right after. “-just let the dinos be mean to tim and daphne.”

“i’m not,” she says. “i’m gonna teach them a good lesson right now.”

before kuroo can say something, her eyes darken like the way they always do when she’s about to tell her dad something interesting.

“do you know what they said to daphne once?”

kuroo places the plushies on his bed and walks over to her. “what did they say?”

sumi looks down at the floor and follows her dad out the door and to the kitchen. “they made fun of her because her smile”

kuroo nods along, opens the top fridge door, and bends down to ruffle his daughter’s hair. “what happened afterwards?”

sumi’s shoulders slump and her chest grows heavy. “she cried and they laughed. it-” she picks at her lips. “ because she lost her tooth and now her smile look funny”

a small thud distracts her from her train of thought. kuroo says a small “oops” and picks up the jar lid that fell on the floor. he places the lid back on the counter and croutches down at sumi’s eye level.

his eyebrows draw together; his eyes scans over her face for any signs he may recognize. “now, now” he rubs his palms against her shoulders soothingly. “they have no business making fun of daphne for something as natural as losing a tooth.”

he knows his words aren’t much help, but he truly doesn’t know what else can make her feel better. kuroo’s glad she can’t tell how much her crying hurts him too.

“besides, her smile does not look funny. i think she looks beautiful, and my opinion matters, doesn’t it? since has daddy been wrong?” he gives her a small smile in hopes that it’s a contagious one.

she stifles a laugh and roughly wipes her eyes on her sleeve. “you got milk chocolate and dark chocolate mixed up!”

he smiles and rolls his eyes. “well excuse me. they look like the same-”

“nuh uh!...” she giggles. “at least you didn’t get white chocolate mixed up!”

“it’ll be troubling if i did,” he laughs. his face softens at her. after a few more shoulders rubs, he asks, “is daphne feeling better about her smile now...?”

she sniffles, inhales, and breaks into a sob. kuroo’s eyes widen as she presses her head against his chest. and suddenly, his grey shirt is her next tissue.

“but no one else lost tooth” she chokes. it doesn’t take long for her teary eyes to release teardrop after teardrop. she hates this, hates being weak, hates how she looks with big, red, and puffy eyes. but at least she’s crying in front of her dad and not those boys at school...daddy wouldn’t laugh at her, ever. “it’s only me with big hole in smile”

she pulls back and shows him the gap between her front tooth as if her dad doesn’t already know. “sumi-”

“it looks dumb.” she frowns and tightens her hug around kuroo’s neck. “so so so dumb”

kuroo continues rubbing and patting her back like the way he used to when she was younger, and couldn’t sleep at set times. “you know,” kuroo gently begins. “those mean people will lose their teeth later and they’ll have gaps in between their teeth too. plus, the tooth fairy wouldn’t give them money because she never awards mean people.”

sumi sniffles and presses her eyes against her dad’s shirt to soak up leftover tears.

“so not only did they lose a tooth, but they also don’t get money and have no right to be making fun of you.” kuroo slowly pulls back and examines his daughter’s tear-stained, red, scrunched up face. “after a quick face wash, you’ll be as good as new”

sumi doesn’t reply and climbs on her dad’s back for a piggy back ride to the bathroom.

he lifts her up and tightens his hold on her small thighs. as he starts walking, he sees her feet dangling by his side and wonders, where did her other sock go? he sighs and shakes his head with a tired smile, not another missing sock...

“sumi, i’m sure i’ve already told you this, but another tooth will grow back. an even stronger, better tooth!”

the bathroom lights flick open and kuroo steps onto the tiled floors, setting his daughter on the counter and holding onto her thighs to prevent her falling off.

he catches his reflection in the mirror and stifles a laugh. the neck area of his shirt is soaked with tears and snot.

“daddy?”

he looks up at her and her bunched up fists. “hm?”

“can i take a special bubbles bath?” she points at the bathtub and puts on her best set of puppy eyes. naturally, kuroo’s weak heart makes him nod ‘yes’ before he can process what she asked.

“really? yay~” she inches closer to the edge of the counter and-

“woah woah woah,” he sets her down and lets her climb into the tub. sumi sets her clothes aside and sits patiently in the tub, waiting for her dad to turn the water on.

“the water’s cold at first, remember?” he teasingly pinches her cheek, thankful that she mind is no longer on her fallen tooth. maybe he should have a talk with her kindergarten teacher-

“dad?”

he looks up and wonders where the -dy went.

“the water’s warm enough now!” she gives the water a few kicks and cups and handful before throwing it up and laughing. sumi treads across the water and grabs the colorful bath bomb she picked out at the store a while ago.

kuroo turns the water off and she eagerly throws the bath bomb in. “...why’s it not melting? :((”

with a quick look at the floating ball, kuroo chuckles and picks it right out the water. “there’s plastic wrapping around it, baby.”

sumi’s mouth forms a small ‘o’ and watches her dad peal the wrapping away. “throw it in!” she tells him.

he does just as she says and the two watches small bubbles form around the blue-turning water.

“it’s blue...it’s red...it’s purple!” she cheers and throws her arms above her head. kuroo smiles in acknowledgment at the fact that she knows her colors well.

~~~

“daddy?”

there goes the -dy. thank goodness it’s back. “yes, baby?”

she pokes at his arm that’s drying her off with a towel. “can i get more plushie?”

“no more dinos though...”

“course not! i want-” she taps her lips in thought and squeals when her dad’s cold hands comes in contact with her warm skin. “-i want more sea plushie”

“how about a shark? sharks constantly lose and grow more teeth”

“but sharks are mean”

kuroo slips her shirt over her head. “not all of them,” he says. “a lot of sharks can be nice and we could name him or her-”

“what about ‘smark’?” sumi suggests.

kuroo snorts. “’smark’? not sure if that’s a name or even a word, sumi...but if you’d like, then sure.”

“daddy?”

“yes?” he gives her hair some final ruffles and grabs a nearby comb.

“you used to call me punkin”

“...mm, and what about it, punkin?”

“the kids look at me funny and laughed when you called me punkin”

“did they?” kuroo sighs. “god, why are the kids in your kindergarten class so mean”

“i don’t know,” she quietly replies. “they’re just like the dinos!”

he frowns. “screw the dinos”

sumi holds her belly as she laughs. “screw the mean boys and girls too”

after a few final hair brushes, kuroo pats her head and grins. “my beautiful girl~”

“pumpkin,” she corrects him.

kuroo pulls back in surprise and slowly sets her back on the floor. “’my beautiful pumpkin’ sounds like i’m talking to the orange vegetable,” he chuckles. “i thought you didn’t like it when i-”

“i do like it. and pumpkins.” she bounces out of the bathroom and jumps onto couch, like the way she always does after baths. “daddy would you be sad if tim and daphne not sleep with you today?”

“i would be more than heartbroken,” kuroo jokes from the bathroom. he flicks the light switch off and pads over to the couch she’s sitting on. her mischievous smile grows with every step closer.

“then i guess you have to be heartbrochon”

kuroo dramatically gasps as he sits down next to her. “and you’re completely fine with me being heartbroken? just when i thought you loved me-”

“i do! but i love tim and daphne more so they need to sleep with me today.”

kuroo tries to hide his face of betrayal at the fact that he’s not first place in her heart, not second, but third–after two stuffed animals.

“so....” she crawls closer to him to display her irresistible puppy eyes again. “can i have a shark plushie?”

“just so your shark plushie can take my place in your heart?” kuroo teases and leans forward to grab the tv remote. “i’d be fourth place-”

“no you won’t! my list goes-” she looks deep in thought as she counts her fingers. “teddy, daphne, buddy, tim, fried rice, you”

kuroo’s mouth gapes open as he slumps against the couch. “i come after fried rice?” he laughs. “even though i’m the one who makes it for you?”

she laughs with him. her laugh matches his well–both loud, genuine, and more like a cackle. “fine, you come before fried rice.”

but not before your four other stuffed animals? he shakes his head in amusement. “i guess you’ll have to go to teddy, buddy, tim, and daphne to cook you dinner and tuck you in bed today~”

he shrugs his shoulders in defeat and walks over to the kitchen. “it’s all too bad that i’ll have to enjoy my grilled mackerel all alone~”

“daddy! you know how much buddy likes fish!” she grabs her polar bear off of the couch and marches after her dad.

“he has great taste,” kuroo replies back. sumi glares at her dad and clings onto his leg as he washes the rice.

“i’ll put you in first place if you buy me ‘smark’“ she playfully says.

“ah...bribing won’t work on me, baby”

sumi huffs, releases her hold, clasps his sweatpants instead. “but you already number one on my list”

“mm,” he hums back, unconvinced. conversations like these and teasing her are his favorite. he finds great joy in getting her riled up in little topics that might not matter to others, but means the world to him.

“uh huh! you are!” she follows him to the fridge and widens her eyes at the sight of a popsicle. “can i have that?”

“save it for dessert,” he replies back.

“mm” she groans and walks over to pick up her polar bear that she accidentally dropped on the carpet. clink and clanks of pots and pans ring through the air as kuroo searches for the right pan.

“daddy? can i bring smark to school?”

“as long as if you don’t lose him,” he replies.

sumi’s face stretches into a wide grin. “does that mean you’ll get him for me? :)”

kuroo lets out a long sigh. “yea, i probably will”

sumi bounces over to her dad again and beams. “you’re the best”

“yeah yeah” he laughs. “i was in like sixth place a few minutes ago”

“you always at number one,” she tells him as she goes on her tip toes to try to place her polar bear on the kitchen counter. she fails and buddy falls on her head.

“have i?”

sumi picks buddy up again and runs to her room. kuroo turns around at the lack of her voice and she suddenly runs back with her dinos.

“trash!”

kuroo’s eyes widen. “oh no no no, don’t throw your toys away”

“but they’re bad toys :(“

kuroo thinks about this for a second. “you gotta teach them to not be mean, give them a second chance, maybe they’ll become nice dinos”

sizzling sounds come from the pan and sumi smiles at the smell of fish. but quickly frowns again at her dinos.

“i guess,” she mumbles and runs back to her room. it doesn’t take long for her to run back out with teddy and buddy in her arms, her teddy bear and loose bear.

“i said you always been number one,” she tells her dad while scratching the side of her hair. “ask why”

“so you put me after fried rice to make fun of me?” kuroo teases.

“no? that was my list of ‘stuff i love’ not ‘people i love’ “

kuroo ponders this for a moment and reaches up for the little bottles of spice.

“so i’m on your ‘stuff i love’ and ‘people i love’ list? i’m a stuff and a person?” he chuckles.

“you’re number one on my ‘people i love’ list,” she says. sumi crinkles her nose at the smell of string spices. “and the only one”

“... i’m the only one? what about your friends? teacher? tim? buddy?”

“buddy’s a bear!” she exclaims like it’s the most obvious thing ever. “not person. and teddy’s my best friend, but he’s a bear too”

“mm... so no human friends?”

“nope, maybe you”

“maybe?” he laughs. “are we not friends?”

“you’re daddy! not friend”

“i can be friend and daddy at the same time!”

“but you can’t be daddy and fried rice at the same time”

kuroo stifles a laugh at her unexpected response. “that’s correct. do you ... does no one ....” kuroo bites his lip. how should he approach this topic?

“who do you sit next to during school?”

“amara and thomas”

her response is quick, so she must know them well, right? sumi picks at the fluff of her polar bear and goes to sit on the carpet right outside the kitchen tiles.

“do they not talk to you?”

“sometimes,” she replies. she’s much more interested in why she suddenly sees a blue mark on her polar bear then the discussion with her dad right now. “buddy’s turning blue :(“

“...?”

“look!”

but kuroo doesn’t have the time to look away from the pan so he nods. “mm, we’ll give him a wash”

“okay”

“who else do you talk to during school?”

“mrs. chen” she frowns at the blue spot on her polar bear and checks to see if teddy has one too.

“anyone else?”

whew, teddy doesn’t have one. “sometimes amara”

with a click, kuroo turns the stove off and slides the mackerel on a white dish. “anyone else...?”

“no”

“ah... do you wish you have more people to talk to?”

“no, i talk to you all the time!”

“right, you tell me everything,” he beams. he brings a spoon to his mouth to taste the sauce.

“daddy why can’t guys make babies”

kuroo’s eyes widen as he splutters out the sauce. “...well, it’s just the way mother nature works”

“so you didn’t make me?”

kuroo avoids eye contact and rubs his neck sheepishly. “well..... it’s complicated and not something you should worry about”

“mrs. chen said i look like you, and she called me pretty. does that make you pretty?”

“...” conversations with a five year old can be quite amusing ... “it’s up to you,” he laughs. “do you think i’m pretty?”

“i guess”

he laughs even harder at her dry response and quickly turns the conversation topic back around. “is school fun for you?”

“i guess”

“...” ah, there goes the painful short responses. “what do you guys do everyday-“

“daddy why do guys have to stand up when they use the bathroom-“

“remember buddy’s blue spot?” kuroo quickly butts in.

sumi’s eyes diverts back to her polar bear. “:(( buddy’s turning colors!”

kuroo lets out a long, heavy, and tired sigh. it’s been a long day for him as a parent and now he learns that his daughter doesn’t have any friends her age?

“buddy will be fine,” he reassures her and carries white dishes to the small dining table. sumi places a long kiss on buddy’s nose.

“daddy if you weren’t so tall i’d kiss you on the nose too”

before kuroo can say something, sumi changes the topic once again. “smark will be friends with tim and daphne.”

“mm”

“mrs. chen said that you’re really tall”

“...”

“she told ms. loren that you’re the most handsome dad”

“......”

“ms. loren whispered something about being my future mommy and it was really weird”

kuroo chokes on his spit and walks back into the kitchen quietly. “i-“

“i don’t want ms. loren to be my mommy”

“oh you won’t have to worry about that,” he nervously chuckles. his daughter sure has a lot to say...he makes a mental note to avoid eye contact with ms. loren the next time he drops her off.

“daddy do you like tim and daphne or do you pretend to?”

kuroo frowns as he cuts up some cucumbers. “why wouldn’t i like them? i like the way they make you happy”

“i think amara only pretend to like me”

kuroo makes another mental note to consider transferring her to a new school. after a final slice, he puts the diced up cucumbers onto a small plate and grabs nearby spices.

“maybe amara isn’t meant to be friends with you. sometimes, peoples’ personalities just don’t match up.”

sumi sighs and slumps her shoulders. “i wish you can go to school with me instead of work”

“i wish i can too” he laughs. “punkin, dinner’s ready. wash up”

“ooh” sumi quickly sits up and dashes over to the kitchen sink step stool. “but you said you wouldn’t cook for me...?”

“i can’t leave ya hungry,” he tells her. “besides, i’m your friend”

“and my daddy,” she quips back. she turns on the sink and scrubs her hands with soap. “but not fried rice.”

“mm, i’m not fried rice,” kuroo restates with a smile. “...do you like going to school?”

“it’s fun sometimes, so. i guess.” sumi steps off of her step stool and happily bounces over to the dinner table.

~~~

the night concludes with them eating dinner, kuroo asking more questions about school and buddy’s blue spot, sumi happily eating popsicle for dessert

#i just realized that sumi has a really short attention span #and a big vocabulary for a five year old #she got her smarts frm her dad B)#it's the way i did nothing this whole afternoon except write this ....#but hey it's kinda cute :)#kuroo tetsurou #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu imagines #dad!haikyuu #dad!kuroo #kuroo fluff #kuroo scenarios #kuroo x reader #lia drabbles #lia misses kuroo

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