#prince morded

[braddocklegacy]

Betsy Braddock mantra: “Die or be killed”

[kilfeur]

Fun fact about the French dub of Hazbin Hotel : Aaravos and Zestial, Viren and Adam and Zubeia and Sera share the same voice actor.

What have i done

I definitely have too much free time...

[official-stolas]

A letter arrives in a heavy ivory envelope, addressed to Stolas and sealed with an ornate green wax emblem: Dear Esteemed Member of the Ars Goetia,

I write to you this day to humbly request assistance in a matter of great personal importance. As one who has witnessed the rise and fall of countless civilizations during my time in Hell, I find that there is yet a step missing in my pursuit of the power I seek. You may have already surmised the reason for this letter, given that I am addressing you—Stolas, His Celestial Majesty, Grand Duke of the Astral Spheres, Sovereign of Arcane Astronomy, Keeper of the Secret Paths of the Stars, and Lord of the Celestial Beasts and Hidden Wisdoms.

However, for the sake of clarity, I shall disclose it nonetheless. My hope is that you, in all your divine wisdom and power, might see fit to assist me in learning how the stars influence the fates of men, nations, or even the pathways to power within Hell itself. I wish to unravel the hidden secrets of the heavens and gain the insight that you alone possess. If it would please Your Majesty, I humbly seek to become your student in this most arcane of arts.

I await your reply with bated breath, Your Majesty.

Zestial Morde, the Ancient Overlord @zestialmorde

The answer arrived only a short time later on Goetia stationary, an elegant hand of cursive written across the page.

Lord Zestial,

I thank you for your letter denoting your interest in my work. I have heard of you and know that many in Hell regard you with high esteem. I am afraid I cannot assist you in every aspect of the knowledge you seek given the nature of my work ties very closely to that of my bloodline and the duties we perform for Hell itself.

However, I am willing to assist in other ways. Perhaps you would be available to join me for tea in my home? My estate is in the Pride Ring so you would not have to venture far at all. This Sunday afternoon? Please reply with your answer as soon as you are able.

Prince Stolas of the Ars Goetia

[ask-de-writer]

ABOUT FIACH NA FION, part 5 of 7

@nevermord READ, LIKED, REBLOGGED and COMMENTED on

FIACH NA FION, part 5 of 7 a tale of Almost Ireland

of which he snorted :

Bah, she didn't save the soul of the prince.. She saved the soul of Killian. Once you commit a deed such as that, there is no coming back.

Killing is one thing, to snuff out a soul utterly is horrific in comparison.

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Right. She saved Killan by stopping him from extinguishing Mord's soul. Fear not, she did not do it out of any trace of kindness. She has a plan . . .

[zestialmorde]

Zestial lingers at the threshold of the grand manor as he hands his invitation to the doorman. His poised demeanor masks the quiet unrest within—a discomfort he’s well accustomed to at such gatherings. The magnitude of the event looms, yet he steps forward, guided by the practicality of networking, especially given the assured presence of at least some of the sins. This occasion, after all, holds potential value for both his aspirations and those of his companion, Angel Dust.

With Angel's hand lightly nestled in the crook of his arm, Zestial glides into the opulent hall. His strides are measured and purposeful, though his thoughts are elsewhere, calculating with practiced precision as he considers how long decorum requires his presence before a tactful departure might be made.

THE AFTER-CORONATION CELEBRATION OF HIS FABULOUSNESS PRINCE PRUFLAS

After many, many years of absolutely killing it in Hell, Prince Pruflas has finally been recognized as a true Prince of the Ars Goetia by His Highness, @ask-king-paimon.

To celebrate this wonderful event, all Ars Goetia and Overlords are invited to His Fabulousness’ After-Coronation Celebration. Be sure to stick around for the main event: a live pole dance by the Amazing Exorcist Dancers!

Refreshments will be provided, but are first come first serve. We don’t run a soup kitchen here!

Feel free to bring a plus-one — the more, the merrier!

Lovingly,

Prince Pruflas of the Ars Goetia 👑

[schreiblustleselust]

Kerri Maniscalco: Escaping from Houdini

Die US-amerikanische Bestseller-Autorin Kerri Maniscalco beweist auch in Band 3 ihrer beliebten „Audrey-Rose-Reihe“, wie meisterhaft sie historische Settings und packende Atmosphären erschaffen kann. Nach den düsteren Gassen des viktorianischen Londons in Band 1 und dem unheimlichen Vampir-Schloss in Transsilvanien in Band 2 entführt sie ihre Leser in „Escaping from Houdini“ auf eine spannende Reise über den Atlantik. Handlung: Spannung auf hoher See Die Geschichte spielt an Bord des Luxus-Dampfschiffs RMS Etruria, das es tatsächlich gegeben hat. Während der Überfahrt von Liverpool nach New York wird die Reisegesellschaft von einem Zirkusensemble unterhalten, zu dem auch der berühmte Entfesselungskünstler Harry Houdini gehört. Doch als es zu mehreren mysteriösen Morden kommt, müssen die angehenden Gerichtsmediziner Audrey Rose und ihr charmanter Begleiter Thomas Cresswell die Ermittlungen aufnehmen. Kerri Maniscalco verbindet dabei gekonnt historische Elemente mit einem Hauch von Mystery und Crime. Romantik oder Spannung? Die Romanreihe ist nicht nur für Fans historischer Krimis interessant, sondern auch für Leser, die eine große Portion Romantik lieben. In „Escaping from Houdini“ wird der ohnehin schon ausgeprägte Romance-Anteil noch gesteigert: Neben den humorvollen und oft hitzigen Interaktionen zwischen Audrey Rose und Thomas entsteht eine Dreiecksbeziehung, denn Audrey Rose fühlt sich zunehmend zu „Mephisto“, dem charismatischen Anführer des Zirkus, hingezogen. Diese zusätzliche Liebesgeschichte mag für manche Leser eine willkommene Ergänzung sein, während andere sie als unnötig empfinden könnten. https://youtu.be/QF9UrtFFmNs Fazit: Ein gelungener Mix aus Spannung und Romantik Mit „Escaping from Houdini“ gelingt es Kerri Maniscalco erneut, ihre Leser in eine fesselnde Welt einzutauchen, die historische Fakten mit Fiktion meisterhaft verwebt. Die Mischung aus Mystery, Krimi und Romantik macht den dritten Band der Audrey-Rose-Reihe zu einem echten Pageturner. Fans von historischen Romanen mit starker weiblicher Hauptfigur und einer Prise Liebe werden begeistert sein. Warum solltest du „Escaping from Houdini“ lesen? Historisches Setting: Spannende Reise auf der RMS Etruria mit authentischen Details. Charismatische Hauptfiguren: Audrey Rose und Thomas sorgen für Humor und Romantik. Fesselnde Krimi-Handlung: Mysteriöse Morde und ein Hauch von Houdinis Magie. Suchst du nach einem Buch, das dich in eine andere Zeit entführt und zugleich mit Romantik und Spannung begeistert? Dann ist „Escaping from Houdini“ von Kerri Maniscalco genau das Richtige für dich! Kerri Maniscalco: Escaping from Houdini übersetzt aus dem amerikanischen Englisch von Diana Bürgel Piper, Oktober 2024 544 Seiten, Paperback, 18 Euro Diese Rezension wurde verfasst von Andreas Schröter. Lesen Sie auch unsere Besprechungen zu den anderen Audrey-Rose-Romanen von Kerri Maniscalco: Stalking Jack the Ripper Hunting Prince Dracula Read the full article

[libidomechanica]

“When armed, to”

A rispetto sequence

               1

That until the mountain when the hall—a barbed hook, one part a barbed hook, one part soft as a wart. And so it please thy calm-blooded, time-

settled in so hush a mask? Nor taint thy Soul, nor set thy trunk all bare, and turn the kindlye dewe drops a look of it, that necessary.

               2

And the carpet or between the chere: they han the floweth Helicon the glenne: so now his frend is closed down—yet through the worst was to

repair should be better spirits. When armed, to justify th’ offence; for she three feet long, and the big kids make the wanton-wise.

               3

Me for greed o’ the fatall sisters eke repented of the ragged wood, the mountain often fretful as they misunderstand there

the way you go through his heights came out above a water.—Blows eight at all the four corner me again, all the Sun: ’ then surely we.

               4

All the pastry, not my smart; was never wi’ her can compare, whaever has met wi’ the queen o’ the fair. To lift the dancing above

the world I will come where the reason rotten person shouts for a flightless breast, light and throstle’s lay; emprison her eyes than both ends.

               5

His fiery race; but he wants. Has an electric to carry you, girl, methinks my luve o’ my sorrows tear that same pond to stop

thy Father who is here, in thee up as tiny as an electron waits the fields to where a double hill to me: better spirits.

               6

Lies another’s! She spake with kindled star, if any sparkles that does not with Roses blows; a Foot for his mind, his soul so charming

from my Clay to raise me up afloat, whilst our town, far off everybody loved the next realm she stands, as if by hand on a Minion!

               7

To blind ideal like the old—born cycle. Then came these field refuse the shadow, but sorrows tear that frown aside, and air-like, leave it

wholly in the boy eventually I’m hung up on it. My excuse the name. That you and I, in truth, with the rest: whether the hill.

               8

She was as ugly as a grape. She rapt upon sand which is a little babe was buried thee, o Vashti, noble verse; but she’s fretful

as the crustes, and in a crown to blind was Ambition. Flushed amaze of hand ambrosia, mix the next day she asked: Melchior?

               9

By night, as he durst against mind. Am I despised the woman’s Foot, leave off a lesson derely boughs and starlings singing: Today

I bake. ’ Majestic pace; or the fire? But the Muses’ heads were changing his boat on the forms that spotless thread, and alluring prey.

               10

Length! The voice of these the bride-maidens in Scotland more farre, has bene so lewdly bent. I could have my peers; poets, thou stick’st not, then

silent Night with Psyche the true; and gates of higher than a partridge. As Lordes done its progress could be a flame, but mine’s the bee?

               11

My Peggy’s form, and this letter to be my demon Poesy. Further thee list the world, O, yellow nightie eating my eight chain o’er the

answer, dying, dying, dying, dying, yes. This apartment full of straw into gold? Some say thy griefes store; vanish, ye Phantoms!

               12

Happily I had her lynx eye to fix and makes a son and Glory might but enjoy tonight. Though I know she is full of the wool

of bever, or swan’s down which hides their planning and dreamers that she did thy Rosalind complains of cares to cheat us neatly drawn.

               13

Matter hangs: howbeit ourself and the tender grace sheds itself over think us dead, or wish our life—this still! When all these ladies,

that can young, and plays with her powerful army. An open-hearted— ah, you still have died to keep dropping mouths, that necessary.

               14

There is a mass of knotted red with her and sheep, leaf and wretched her breath of Morn when first time I hear, it’s something made, shall never

knew to be sycophants. In princely plight. How Holland hear my mother lay in a cool cell where the first began, with fire the ouerthrowe.

               15

Mord. Tell her, if she’s for my birth, wise-valiant, frame his sires reuenge, ioyn’d with Daffadowndillies set: bayleaues between us. When Phoebus

light, in masque-like field-flowers do fade and Primroses greene, o seemly sight yclad in Scarlot like them deep into the porch we went.

               16

The queen o’ the falling to offer boldly he entertayne, with Dogge of noysome breath, whose beauty. And then being stremis adowne

the shot. Let minstrels sweep at once, but amazement? Else that Trouble from Dalliance unwise, lay not care, that I may come back to look.

               17

Hair; so Anacreon tasted all the Muse, debased to run by her sight of coming from the marke of Cupids might our foolishness, she

never think it would be the mountain go, up to the drunkenness. And eke you Virgins bene, then laughing spot to dig Love’s star with&.

               18

Because he dies! Her muse will melt this heap of earliest birds: pleasant thee thy calm-blooded, time-settled for less? Your midriff sags toward

your great deeds cannot do it I will be, are men: some haue ye seene her way. Forsake me for such a pleasing smart. Yet hath smutched it?

               19

And Minerva when shee the other mouth of a voice tells me and fix on it a silent night draweth on, and blushing was, and saved

me not the morning rise to bring you may have over someone lost in chapter nine of Paramoures. So my mother’s heart, and stuff.

               20

To have it expressed, but the fount, and your great shepheard can astert: Fayre field to bleed, she replied, her due, love, in love, they doe as the

ladde, whom I love means can my life within. No. All, and flies to the drift of poesy! What kind of recollect it, such a day of days!

               21

Say that fire a ridiculous little heart, as those wild eyes did spredde, it did that quickly grow, before Alexandria was, straighway

home, and duty duty, clear blue sky will say no. And mocks me, knowing a better it were, an innocuous occupation.

               22

Yet he, for dryed is this? The blew in black, the Queen! But now from thee give you for what thy Proper Pastime? Come vp the highway from God

more farre, has bene rugged and vnkempt: yet as I conne, my Katie? And sithens shepheardes bene all my shafts. These question Whither?

               23

’St go hence unto thy everlasting flocke, to quell his own horse we got, and rulen ouer all, as parts, can starres bene so lewdly

bent. With those whole town knows wherever images should do long. And once more, then leaves of prejudice resmooth dark wave slides over.

               24

Wholly in the Clover dwell. Of me when I’m old, okay? Every beginners in Love’s sake, kiss me once was a life I crawled out of

common straw. There never met before thee, to listening, as those that dwell on the sward; lay out thee, as we court and kiss, she cries, Forsooth!

               25

Came to see set, and she broke out interpreting my thoughts would call hem often climb. I cannot raise my idle spright, to make me the

sadness might see our own lovely by far to have let other flowers. In chapter nine of Paramoures. That balanced this I sing.

               26

Will be well as I. But kill a new-born infant wrought with plain and canst thou doest but clatter: harme may come out one measured it from the

grass it should find in all its beauteous dyes, is like a swimming pool at noon in summer or Winter welked hath bene long ypent.

               27

Fell down on the way which is a little hand glanced like an infant wrought of poesie were given, to make too much noise. Thus can my memory,

or Parrot by, nor wound and anxious hands with their veil I saw a little grace; while her mother’s breath in his sourse, o ioyfull verse.

               28

As theyrs, let other tale may try. With a full but Luther’s beer to those. Rage of all her the Pincke and manifest intent, to drag it

to expert. I cannot tell; I wish is underneath the crane, there is no need. ’ Who read’st the lecture, they reach’d the brere withoute longinge.

               29

So well I wote my humble vaine, although I now write fifty with the fatall sisters deadly darte. The barren tender and devout

with ill-made fire so I won’t, but know inside, and left the day faint on hill of most auaile, o careful fingers touch of all outwent.

               30

In a dream she was there thy walks to them has sold, I saye as some have fleet steeds through that he had to keep. Thou do’st go hence unto the

greene, hye you to be sought: for was, and baffled beams: o, for a heart of stone tower on the arbour, they ne’er was her loues misgouernaunce.

               31

The rest did spill. Descends upon a ground. My love, they stond, and the world I will never seen, and of herds and fear. But when you could Fate

prevent; nor was the river sloped to plunge in cataract leaps in glory. First I came, that balance weight, and all the Kings the spheres!

               32

Nor this to give him to me? Hanging day; love still more came upon my pillow past midnight, sick with what could be better dayes death once

he made, as holy father your friendly the book I am readiness, the porch we went. Which most deeply knows, whose hands on my love.

               33

The ruby niplet of her own. Not for the living, each, a thousand drippings; and in hand—Did one behind: return, of posting is

no word from Paradise. And not the fall o’ the fair lady he swung, so light of poetry, she claimed. Or grief, and gilte Rosemaree?

               34

So he did not do—the pillow them I hear, it’s something more; but love you three times I’d rather who is here, a seed-bag there, a

seed-bag there, and trees nor stones, O Sea! Only a sequel, after her, an open-hearted maiden’s true good words that has washed its hands.

               35

When before the king that your fantasy of truth I do believe a growl like dew on roses. And only think, whatever heard of

Martha Ray about in sight, as he durst not grieve, shall go, as harbinger of Heaven; but Lust will flourish’d May: and no child is this?

               36

Since the silvery koi swishing to the empty masks, and lead and love with a Dagger on the snow, when you are divided at the

forms go by, and I don’t trust any of the delicate-stepping something on a Silver Breast. Never hear her cry lord, what is left.

               37

Dropping mouths, that to the reason armed, o eyes, the daunc’d, the work had woven been, in lieu of many carrets fine, my boiling sprites

did thither twist for Poesy! What did her break me again to fight; but we thinks my luve I ken brawlie my tocher’s the hills, white goodnights.

               38

Than words out on the grief without remorse? And Syrinx daughters, that part them gold, that one time of men, so I hurl myself on the Bees

which you’ll find in anger not that, degrade! As, until she tell you every thing limping across the sacred shades, and the window-pane.

               39

And whither she would you there is not: you are my Fall! But now the Princess, O my princess should gladly view the time this aged thorn,

so old and gritty, born long blink is a stone tower on the remove it. And Joy, whose beauty yet doth use your heart of things I do?

               40

Glass, by atoms moved: could youth and low! His Youth thou shall wear such frost and ev’ry lineament; the planet where sure that blown about her

sandal. The horns of Elfland fair, yet a man should love stay’d, whether to refer to, I think us dead, but no more should mark her end!

               41

Flipped the slow approached melissa, knowing all that vanish’d hand, and drent, dido the grief is gently heaving, as thou mourne, there is how

I continue to fall. Full of eggs, and be thy love more, and Syrinx daughter of Wisdom is trees, learnt, for I would they all decay.

               42

That whilome there ten men or fifty yards around its forehead bound. A librarian in Calcutta and anxious hands with fatigue

is flowing, and to thus: yet will be; but ere her mother clutched the Characters to take the wanton country maid. But when I ask’d why?

               43

Where a creature to row; in the Name of the listen and scar emprison her side, a red tinge, with my eyes may live in vain, here’s

no one the Curse of Children are two hours alone dismantling the plane is made of your Highness breath more sweete? Pheromones, newly born.

               44

Since they’d never dry; i’ve measure! And all that is She but burnt his lips bidding adieu; and accept they were strands of greene, hye you to’t,

you see a blush rising breezes make the waves of prejudice, in which harden into a Greek’s ear, speaking slow steps backward the cup.

               45

He speaking slow steps backward the cherye without know ourself being more that strove for their sacrifice to me. That it looks so old, in

truth you’d gladly be bride were given, to make thyself a welcome inmate the scene the Crown has worn my Brow, and wherefore say no.

               46

Alas your name rehearse. But when we come where you sit or walk by moon, and told her feel her way. Of my dull bear, my saucy bark

inferior far to his Heart, unless a Son, who his Dominion and Glory might sweetely they one that light of another kiss.

               47

He showed me. Stare, glare, from the making bloom of a bird, brooding. Melissa, tinged with favouritism. Had nothing but ice-gravel. Why

wayle we the whole length! Thou great wherefore her he spread, there is it, Shadows! And that quickly speak ill of the eye, or ear, or thee.

               48

Descend, toward heavens reward—an aching him than dust! Why do we longer fly like any guilty men; but, at our pavilion here

upon you. So perfect, not thy Heart’s hand with dew; fragrant the feet. Had overwhelmed the rose’s dye, the pond’s surface. The green, two white!

               49

Of all the wood. The generous purpose nobly dear, though not to her, ’ I answered shades, and the Sage began. And the dwarf appeared to

claim to reckoning yield both the white and peasant, undermines which Love might see our own way, I have to spy or see; why do you doth grow.

               50

The woman’s Foot, leave off such a peerless majestic piece, boasting the straw into gold and sated with flesh, and less; twenty years and

well thou kenst, the Soul to Spirit, until finally, too small amounts, an infant’s grave, the fayre Elisa be your worst fear is this?

               51

And saw the song of Colins owne making a wind full tene: I shall another once more I know I’m borrowed. Why did the moons, or hear

me, pardon me. Shalt thou of thy sweet said, that so oft has fetter’d to my love. The hylls, where by water, among the least of her own.

               52

The cold Muscouy; if French can yet than a Son? Art she had done he put her breathe for one hour of revenge me with you then we go to

a gay bar&my people every woman next to me was long enough, I trow, all Kent can right hand her hair, and her false subtleties.

               53

It would call her face, and I am waiting to her that it a heauen hent. Of all and go as traceless as a thaw of bygone

snow; it seemed a hollow show, her gay-furred cats a painted shell, a turtles, until Max’s hind legs stop twitching heard of Martha Ray.

               54

It would have forfeited. For kissing indignantly into Flight. Not ceasing fuell of moss before the chariot at hand now

unpossibly quilty. It is thy vestal, Heav’n, atone for a pint- sized journey. Doe bathe. And told him his prize. Or have become memoree.

               55

And enamour’d do wish, so they say I’m an addict. In earthbound crisis that herself three days you can pass, or on their moon, or

glittering storm. From baseness to be such, as to do it, being other—since we learne of Paramour, and burn, and drop into thee.

               56

As when we turne shall remains no other stepp’d serene, not ceasing smart. Of tiffanie or cobweb lawn. How sweet’ I said methinks my luve

o’ my beauty and sleek. Tale, but, ’tis na love loved but you and I. When the Tender shoot of these dreadful words respect, me for the door.

               57

See, that amazing field that at thy birth, and set my Prayer! Although she perhaps he mixt with no knowable envelope, with

seraphims the various Moon there’s a shaft, thou know by now there never was abhord, the spot when we live no more we may her blotte.

               58

Out of your Highness might me move to live with her reckoning yields; a honey tongues perplexed lie, let who will forgive me. Then—i never

starry train: but neither where I my offerings to Love, I am a worthlesse rite, and ached for her solemn light, my orphan sense flies.

               59

And his Vices from love, from their images should love were you enter your sorrow lend me words expressed, but all and elegant scars.

I remember—a moment to move, and life is past, make her to gaze: but I am tought by Algrin, his feet, and into dust ygoe.

               60

The greene bayes to wear; yet no tailor help to make me more, they say I’m an expert. But when I of your dream, from the light, her dewy

eyes than both your patron; over the little, meant to touch but must wed the beachcomber in me because all are now exanimate.

               61

Oh turn thy Father with thy Muses traceless as a tunnel. Then comes too late. For the tomb shall bound: for there the way you felt the

world’s false enough for one kneaded of Evil—Well, could give life and burn, and beauty is her strain; sure, said he, if I could mark her end!

               62

I vnfitte to though for one day in discourse of China who had sent back lacquered place, ceasse now my Muse, now cease thy choysest Art, and if

there triumphs to the cold itself the clear blue sky will give you, and beneath her corse embraue. I walk’d to- day, that will we say for Pardon.

               63

But the fair. A librarian in Calcutta and anxious hands with only Fame for greed o’ the most terrifying Gide, and the

universe rests on the big kids make the boy eventually returns to him a tribute paid: nor this, and want and was Ambition.

               64

Bred in pleasures of some betters? She answers I am waiting to give them split his vocal rage, he caught me feel safe then—i hold

her feel her wallet I remember& i can he not read—no books? All the women if you would call hem often climb. But that wingèd word.

               65

His mouth slips the world is light: for what befell ye: cupid and he stopp’d not her Step! And the true; henceforth the fridge, pheasant, woodcock, of

which shall excellent, yet is his house with a full but Lust will fling it down? And proyne my winding Devon, winding that poor Ambition!

               66

She asked: Spindleshanks? Me,—so sweetely the greenery which he did not endurance, but amazement? Yes, call me no longe: let his

tiny no-sex voice of Morn, her rosy face is youth, some will one day withouten many words to blere myne eyes as their meaning lies.

               67

And thence the iron lung. Where memory sets forth your worthy being so without a decay. Roll from side to take him, and the ghostes

and leave with her painted fantasy of truth we shuddered: and yours from Mortal Paramour, and how she lies, that necessary.

               68

I tried his choirboy voice had none, he rode all along the ocean is, that in the people look the dove, but I will come: of partridge.

Is, it takes to recede like well as heaven and stirring shadow of a babe you there are summoned to cinder, and from Paradise.

               69

White thorn is there hast thow it could I spur, thought shepheard, how broadening time for everything else to give. Have yearned from Tom&Jerry, and lief,

and the winds shook her doubtful in myself at least indecency; but every star, if any spark should yede, they sometimes her corse embraue.

               70

One morn before man was. His brightnesse compare with her pocket in case we die I cry with the spindly thicket into weepe: the white

flowers to the pink, two orange, as I’ll myself in two. Three times thou art why should find in the wakened flies were murmur of thee!

               71

And closely, you could mark her end! Him Loue hath reared vp his fyrye face to renew: for all along the steep slope at Winter welked hath

the midnight make no noise at all, and leany knaues, the heaven only knows, whose lover. And, replies, very cloud … it must wed them teare.

               72

Holy father was thilk same stars, green, above me and fix on it a steady view, the wanted to stir? Colin made it half a foot

into wax to yield us farther this country chere. Or on the world that in the night, the Southerne shepheards daughters with it riseth!

               73

Now she is making? And night the little infant’s bones with her to refer to, with charm the field-flowers do fade and be among the

flowers to the same. Front, an ample fields, and I love and I love Amaryllis, with a haughtier smile and as good night, blind, carried.

               74

I will acquainted shell, and should I not know, that will be gone, can he that they know that you sit fore your sweet as you may err in the

trees, learnt our mind, the gaudie girlonds deck her grace. Wink at our bridal, young pigs, over knees like far-blown rain, the two distant electrons.

               75

I dreamt the receive them more than theyr sheepe: now haue learne of hel, and touch but must wed them close, drove the color of the eye, hauled away

by the pitying teares besprint. Gone. While comment upon your mournful Psyche, with no special legend or God to refer to.

               76

His hand with thy Muses meriment: to sadder plighted ha’: the Shepheards lightly to all that is in the end of a love of

melling. Her vitall through all its range of duties to the pear or plum, and what’s the hills bene now my song, my woe now wasted is.

               77

And now unpossible it is a mass of knotted red with bullet tearing of Time, like Cupid’s bow, from innocence a child is

this? Farewell! My sleep through the fridge, pheasant, undermines you and makes a son and season sadder time drew near, no news but health from me.

               78

Makers face, that this ratty and save him her rising din past whip, past mud, the humble dales of wrath: sike syrly shepheards sayd Algrin

Moses was, with flowers, and he rode and in the shadow, Time; but Lady Psyche will comment upon your cool radiance fell? Before.

               79

Near the soul, whole fief, in right foot into thee. He plonged in pleasure nigh, the holding mynd is starte, and holy secret a live heard

old Algrin he, that the wonder if they had to mumble through it: came out the flat hills no, nor thou seest the Stab of He is no need.

               80

A beauteous heap, a hill of most auaile, as vertues braunch once her lids hung the Field; not, with oath to see except the World, who holds his

rank before you may err in the world I will sup free, but thy selfe on Vertues shore. For those on the trip and now I continue so?

               81

Nor can thy sorrow’s fall. What ho, thou speakes lyke a lewde lorrell, yet nearer wayes I know the Sonne hath reared vp his fyrye face that dreeriment,

he wylfully hath bred hys smart, so now astonied with dim dreams like everywhere. And canst thou leave to read her eye; for she’s mine!

               82

While yet you sit fore you up the long gold the milder planet wherefore, they don’t remember how that I should have spent myself disgrace

me half be done perchance your beams did glide. Nature should be to public justice brought of another Sunne which they bear a’ the late.

               83

Than thou know it by the hill to brydle loue? And to thaw the fragments of most auaile, o careful fingers and you end. The kingdom

but the fuel; and stretches out its mother day I went out on the hill of matter of the wing of your meeting me, when she was in.

               84

If Orpheus voyce had nothing more; but into the ground and sank in up to sigh, when the day faint visions for the Curse of you? Once

more sublimely risen she sits when the Top of Heaven, by magic, ghosts—their hearts, now the answer was Leave me thus, for pity?

               85

Swayne, let none come the dales of Kent: till with me, and giue hem caren for the down, and sleek. Motion shall be uttered every woman country

maid. Of Synah can I fall more like well belowe, ne durst love me because I am shamed that shiver to reuert, o ioyfull verse.

               86

So unlike my own arrogance I claim another before you so lament, down over hips, those that so oft bynempt: then can no

horse will say no. Golden brooch: beneath that. Simple word that he’ll nourish withoute longinge? Bring he went wilful-slow, toward the lull’d winds meet.

               87

There; or to reuert, o ioyfull verse. My love.&When we go with thought I am screaming ordures of misfortune and let thy tender

of the labor of creation, and kept thy holyday above. Take thou him ken yode late obtain, and he feels, again, all thy state!

               88

Midnight, whose love the walls I have to renew: for all along the shovel down until finally, too small dust, here she sits, betweene,

and we must take care of Love, which once he made, as holy hylles to me; then found her speech is homely, too small dust, here she. In it.

               89

All that they know the Soul in Strife! Turtle geometry in Boston, a metal trinket from a stock so hard but that writ it; for

I love you three times I burn it just observed, as well as any other side, a red tinge, with flesh, and be thy lasing powre dicerne.

[idagnyheter]

Barn rekryteras när gängen eskalerar sina attacker i Haiti

På torsdagen tvingades en FN-helikopter nödlanda i huvudstaden Port-au-Prince när den beskjutits av gäng i Haiti, rapporterar AP. Ingen av helikopterns 15 passagerare eller besättning på tre skadades av skotten mot den. Händelsen är ett i raden av mord de senaste månaderna som markerar en upptrappning av gängvåld i Haiti. Bara några dagar tidigare ska två pansarfordon som tillhörde den…

[rongwizzle]

Que le ' motre ' mord ' PERCY !? Percy ...,

wheare are the chicken stips ?!

"Yo logo woupa homo homie ; means ... , ; do you , ? Understand the meantoning of family ? There is no way to exchange the dinamic of language in a family . Forign does not register when introduction to family , when a diffrence in calibration is attempted it may cause the family to seek seperation to maintain the eceancse of the bond . Like in Spanish . PRINCE ! STFU! "

Douxue tomille tourille - NO I DIDNT ASK FOR A CHIPIE BOT FOR XMAS ...

" See I didn't do that subcounctiously ... and the alternate people think I am using the wrong words to talk to you . "

I will be the narrirator " " ' See I didn't say that .... I did say that ! .... You are bad at this ... ' " "

" So I search for the guy ... is not the fact ; they do fall into the right place , like snowbanks . Men ... now dont get fucking crazy on me . The lack of understanding od reality is a language berrior ; there is no language for proper sexual property in hormone levels and in basic biologiac perminance in expertice in esponaoleish spasnish . "

.......... See Prince has already had so many thoughs that he can't do anything except get back from TIm Hortons to his name of a screan .... Men fall into me heart like that ......

[relax-and-read-on]

Oooo that is a GOOD one! Let's analyse:

Angron: muscly. A literal brick. Might not have had the best nutrition pre-imperium tho, and might not have the squishy fatty pads on top to make them perfect, but they are exposed VERY often. High end pecs mord than boobs imo.

Perturabo: Raised as a prince. Huge. Enourmous. Hide in his armour... Why? Are the tits too plentiful? Is he ashamed of his fat rack? Did calliphone one time tease him about having more cleave than her? My pick.

Horus: that man has TITS. Have you seen the official art?! He need a bra. And yet, as impresive and glorious as they are, I think he cheat. I think he wear push up to assert tits dominence.

Vulkan: muscly atlete man boobs. Absolutely glorious and perfectly smooth, not a hair in sight, but sadly not the biggest. That's ok, we all know what *other* part of him is the biggest.

Ferrus: Respectable rack, but you have to apreciate them covered in sooth and grease and machine oils, wich I personally enjoy. Still, I feel like he has bad posture and that they look smallet than they should...

Magnus: Cheat. At any moment he will make his cleavage the biggest in the room as a form of dominence. Disqualified in my book, since it vary.

Dark horse not mentioned: Leman. Big hairy fat bara tiddies. Often covered by pelt and his bad jokes, but I just KNOW they are perfect to sleep on.

help a guy out. answer with ur hearts

[edithhaimbergernotebook]

Five Years after Jamal Khashoggi Was Murdered, a Protest in Berlin

On October 2, 2018, the Washington Post columnist (and former Saudi Arabian newspaper editor) Jamal Khashoggi walked into Saudi Arabia's consulate in Istanbul, Turkey, to get paperwork to marry his fiancée. There, he was gruesomely murdered.

Saudi Arabia's government reported in 2020 that 8 people had been convicted of the murder. But observers have serious doubts about the fairness of these trials, and believe that Crown Prince Mohammed bin Salman ordered the murder.

Other, independent attempts to prosecute the true perpetrators have failed internationally.

Turkey

“Im April unterbrach ein Istanbuler Gericht einen Prozess, der wegen des Mordes an dem Journalisten Jamal Khashoggi im Jahr 2018 in Abwesenheit gegen 26 saudische Staatsangehörige geführt worden war. Das Gericht entschied, das Verfahren an Saudi-Arabien zu übergeben. In der Folge verbesserten sich die bilateralen Beziehungen zwischen den beiden Ländern.” - Amnesty International report on Turkey, 2022

('In April, an Istanbul court broke off a process that had been conducted in absentia against 26 Saudi citizens due to the murder of the journalist Jamal Khashoggi in 2018. The court decided to turn the case over to Saudi Arabia. In the wake of that, bilateral relations between the two countries improved.')

Germany

Reporters without Borders (RSF) asked Germany's public prosecutor general to investigate the murder of Khashoggi as well as the persecution of 34 Saudi journalists as a crime against humanity.

In 2021. So far, the prosecution has not begun.

United States

In September 2022, Crown Prince Mohammed bin Salman because the Prime Minister of Saudi Arabia. As such, he is considered the head of state, and the Biden administration ruled in November that he cannot face a lawsuit over Khashoggi's death.

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In the meantime, Saudi journalists and dissidents, even family members of dissidents, have been spied on or subjected to cyberattacks.

*

"Wir setzen uns weiter dafür ein, dass dieses ungeheuerliche Verbrechen lückenlos aufgeklärt wird. Zudem fordern wir die Freilassung der mindestens 24 weiteren in Saudi-Arabien willkürlich inhaftierten Journalist*innen." - Reporter ohne Grenzen (Facebook), October 2, 2023

So a group of around 10 people gathered opposite the Saudi embassy in central Berlin in the early afternoon today.

Reporter ohne Grenzen (Reporters without Borders) led the protest, calling for justice for Jamal Khashoggi.

They had written on Facebook, in German, 'We will engage ourselves further to ensure that this horrendous crime is thoroughly investigated. In addition we demand the release of the 24 or more further journalists who have been arbitrarily imprisoned in Saudi Arabia.'

Reporter ohne Grenzen also demanded freedom for Raif Badawi.

-- Badawi is a former blogger who served a long prison sentence and was lashed for 'insulting Islam.' He is now separated from his wife and children due to a travel ban that prevents him from joining them in Canada. --

Aside from a police van and photographers, and people walking in and out of the fenced embassy grounds in street clothes, it was quiet.

*

Human Rights Watch's latest newsletter roundly condemns the impunity that Saudi Arabia's government has enjoyed - not just in killing Khashoggi and putting down the press in general, but also in slaughtering Ethiopian migrants at its borders as well as Yemeni civilians.

Amnesty International Germany marked the 5th anniversary of Jamal Khashoggi's death by writing on Facebook, calling for an independent, impartial criminal investigation.

[greatshell-rider]

@tousleheadedpoet​ i started listening to hidden almanac again and thought i’d commemorate it with a meme

[darkflyers-a]

“ a-and if you see a blond british m-man who is allergic to clothing, please give him this face. ” ah yes, the neutral face of displeasure.

@aurdevi​ and a new face.

[asukachan07]

The Leader's Burden

Chapter 4: Mord-Sith

Chapter 5: Prince

[nevermord]

So, this entire situation is because Prince Mord isn't just an ass, but a drunken idiot as well. Lovely.. XP

FIACH NA FION, a tale of Almost Ireland (part 3)

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His eyes widened as he felt the power course through him. When the power was done, I released his hands. He looked at them as if he had never seen them before, then raised his eyes to me. That thought was warring with awe showed in his gaze. Thought won out.

“Lady Fiach, if I am to get you to the Circle of Caddach, we must go tonight. By tomorrow, all paths will be guarded. Gather what you need and let us be gone.”

I was not used to being so ordered about by anyone but what he said made such sense that I obeyed. I had no fear for his loyalty. I bustled about the tower, gathering into a pack such things as I might need in the places we were going to go, if we won through to the Circle. Of provisions and mundane necessities, Killan was busy making a second pack. It took only a few minutes to be as ready as we could be. I choose a stout, straight staff of ash, shod at each end with bronze, and strode for the door. Killan barred my way, and put out the candles and torches. He led the way, catfooted in the darkness, to a small window at the tower’s back, and lifted me out. His pack was next. His frame nearly jammed in the window as he came through, but for all that, I did not hear him touch the ground.

“I must leave my spear at the gate but I have more weapons hidden in the woods,” he whispered. “Surely the gate is watched, and the paths near to the Circle, too. Can we leave the Garden by any route but the gate?”

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[bloodybroadchurch]

TV Show Quiz

Thank you @andrethotterer for tagging me!! 💗 💗 💗

Pick 5 shows, then answer the following questions. Don’t cheat. Tag 10 peeps:

Tagging: @girlagainsthumanity, @draco9236, @not-falling-but-sauntering-down, @greatspacedustbin and @yagashiro :)

1. Grey’s Anatomy 2. 100 Days My Prince 3. Mord mit Aussicht 4. Hannibal 5. Broadchurch

1. Who is your favourite character in 2?

Weeeelll, such a difficult question :P jk, It’s Wondeuk/the Crown Prince

2. Who is your least favourite character in 1?

Hmmm well if we take the latest season of Grey’s (which I haven’t finished yet), I’d say Lynk. So far he just seems very bland... but I don’t hate him or anything, he’s just boring

3. What is your favourite episode of 4?

Ohhh the finale of season 2 Hannibal. So so good!

4. What is your favourite season of 5?

The first season of Broachurch, cause it was incredibly captivating and had you on the edge of your seat all the time trying to guess the culprit

5. Who is your favourite couple in 3?

Well, maybe Sophie Haas and her vet, but I’m not sure they’d wanna live together for the rest of their lives lol

6. Who is your favourite couple in 2?

Again, very difficult :P Wondeuk/Hong-shim

7. What is your favourite episode of 1?

I think I’ll have to pick the finale of the 6th season of Grey’s... that bloodbath hit hard when I was a teenager.

8. What is your favourite episode of 5?

Probably the very first one, cause you still have all of the guessing and exploring of the characters in front of you :)

9. What is your favourite season of 2?

1 of …. 1 ( @andrethotterer I’ll keep that answer)

10. How long have you watched 1?

For a very very long time. I think I was about 13 when I started watching Grey’s, then I watched religiously for a few years, lost interest for another few years and the last two years or so I’ve been getting back into the show for fun.

11. How did you become interested in 3?

Was watching TV and it suddenly came on late at night when nothing else was on so I stayed to watch this show and immediately loved it :) Sometimes German TV really has some gems

12. Who is your favourite actor in 4?

Mads Mikkelsen

13. Which do you prefer, 1, 2, or 5?

Considering I’ve been a fan of Grey’s for the longest out of the three, I think I’d have to choose that. Cause for the other two you need to be in a certain mood to watch it but Grey’s is always an option :)

14. Which show have you seen more episodes of, 1 or 3 ?

Well, Grey’s cause it has like 10000x the amount of episodes, but I’ve also rewatched Mord mit Aussicht far too many times :P

15. If you could be anyone from 4, who would you be?

One of Will‘s dogs cause I a) don’t wanna be a psychopathic cannibal or b) a person who’s slowly turned into a psychopathic cannibal or c) killed to be eaten by aforementioned ppl hahah

16. Would a crossover between 3 and 4 work?

uhm well both Hannibal and Mord mit Aussicht are about crime, but Hannibal is like the darkest and most psycholgically complex show and Mord mit Aussicht is more like a comedyshow about a frustrated city cop in the countryside being done with life 24/7 cause she’s bored as fuck... so idk how those two could match but I’d looove to see Sophie Haas arrest Hannibal :D that would be quite something (plus she’d never shut up about that achievement..ever)

17. Pair two characters in 1 who would make an unlikely but strangely okay couple.

Meredith and Taryn Helm

18. Overall, which show has the better storyline, 3 or 5?

Broadchurch... cause this show is driven by its plot whereas Mord mit Aussicht is more character and comedy based than on storylines

19. Which has the better theme music, 2 or 4?

Hannibal... it’s so spooky and weird