#sail on by your time has come to shine; answered

[inmemcrum]

❝ i know what you're thinking. ❞ / @josuke maybe ?

MISC SENTENCE STARTERS WITH ANGST

❝Oh?❞ The Joestar blinks, brows raising as he looks to the other ❝And what am I thinking?❞ Sometimes it was hard to figure out what he was thinking, even for Josuke himself. Many times, though, he was quite the open book. Curiosity struck him in that moment, ocean blues focused on the other.

[baby-xemnas]

One thing I enjoy about Law/Bepo is that I constantly see the debate surrounding “Is Law getting it?” Like, is the man so hot and stoic he’s constantly getting ass or is he a creepy workaholic weirdo with terrible social skills who couldn’t possibly get laid? And the LawBepo answer is both. The man fell in love with a mink at 14 and has not looked back. He can hook one guy, specifically a guy who apologizes like it’s second nature and thus needs constant validation and is over obvious with his feelings in a way that’s nye impossible to misinterpret. Man found his wife at 14 while recovering from a depressive spell and thus has never had to exist in the normal dating scene. Could not possibly hit on a woman at a random bar and be successful on anything but his looks but is, in fact, constantly getting laid cause he picked his wife up out of the snow during his preteens. A creepy little weirdo who built his sexuality around a mink and thus would have a terrible time in a regular dating scene, who is dating his co worker and thus can work and fuck at the same time. Man has a partner with a natural predisposition to swimming and would do great on a regular sail ship but instead chose a submarine so his partner can never be more that 100ft away from him. A workaholic creepy little weirdo with negligible social skills who is, in fact, constantly getting laid, it’s the ideal Trafalgar Law.

THIS IS A BEAUTIFUL ASK ANON THANK YOU SO MUCH

Man found his wife at 14 while recovering from a depressive spell and thus has never had to exist in the normal dating scene

put that shit in GRANITE

constantly getting laid cause he picked his wife up out of the snow during his preteens Crying

😭😭😭

so. sooooo true. i love how he is so terrible when people flirt with him - easiest examples are Monet or Robin even if neither was serious about it we digress - he didnt even BOTHER being friendly like yeah yeah whatever whatever shut up bitch - he is such a rudeass, the type of rudeass that only comes with being extremely married. he is NOT interested, he will not lift a finger or bother with a smile

its soooo real how technically he has no game cuz he dont need it - i would argue with lack of social skills - he does have them he just doesnt use them - he can be charming as a person if he wants to (cuz how else do you collect such a big crew)

i dooo LOVE the thought of him being STRANGE AND OFFPUTTING and he is really saved by being a hottie when he is put in a fucking situation. he has to do very little, he is hot, and thats exactly what he does - bare minimum, he is so not invested - because he is thinking about how everyone is inferior to Bepo - also Bepo will be jealous if he finds out...Bepo..

BUILDING HIS SEXUALITY AROUND A MINK - YEEESSS thats my favorite!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! its the same with just HAVING always been with Bepo ofc its fucking normal that a guy is a bear, why the fuck not. thats a guy, thats their guy - Law's special guy in particular whomst he treasures...like IMAGINE living with a permanent furry since middle school thats ought to become normal for you in like a few months..and Law seeing him LIKE THAT ruined humans for him fr...whatever...People? who cares. he has such a lovely wonder next to him. going thru puberty while your bestie, most loyal person to you is a furry...permanently altered brain chemistry. literally built different

you are sooooooooooooo right its so true and its the best

i love that Law a sexy guy who is completely off limits and unapproachable on purpose - he has sex life on easy mode because he saved Bepo once and have stayed a prince charming, knight in shining armor for Bepo EVER SINCE. he is always a hero he is always awesome and the best

laughing about a submarine being confined space lmao oh of course...you are trapped in there with him, Bepo (Bepo: yay \o/♥)

AND ANOTHER THING THAT MAKES LAWBEPO GREAT FOR LAWS CHARACTER - being in a long time established relationship - A CHILDHOOD SWEETHEART EVEN - makes him Very Cool. Oh you kept a good relationship for a decade and even developed it into a romantic partnership? Awesome. It makes a man complete dare i say! I love when characters are married as hell, genuinely a massive flex

thank you so much for the ask you are so fucking right im sorry if my reply is too chaotic xoxo thank you for loving lawbepo with me

[luimagines]

Visitors From Another World Part 2

Masterlist

Part 1

Part two will include Wind, Sky and Four.

Wind’s character was very nicely given to me by @thesoftieanon​

Content under the cut!

Wind

Wind was walking away from the group to catch his breath and get some time to himself when he found them.

He screamed when they collided. He fell backwards and crawled as far away as he could from the being.

They were... strange, to say the least.

They were at least six feet tall, covered in stars that peaked out of the black abyss of their skin. They didn’t have any other discernable features aside from the idea that they were standing on two legs and had two arms. One arm was crossed over their body, holding what Wind had to assume was their other arm, which was bleeding. There was a patch of silver blood under their hand.

Wind coughed, waiting them attack him. They seemed to be waiting for him to do the same. Slowly, he stood up, noting how they seemed to follow his movements with great interest.

He puts his hand sup, showing that he meant peace, ignoring his earlier outburst.

“Uh... Hello...” He speaks after a beat. “My name is Link....I never seen your kind before. Do you live nearby?”

They take a step back, holding their injury tighter. “Giblighi, namaan-oblian.”

“Uh-oh.” Wind winces. Language barrier. That’s going to be a problem.

“Wind!” Hyrule comes out of the bushes. “We heard you scream. What is- what is that?!”

Hyrule’s hand drops the hilt of his blade, jumping in front of Wind without a moments hesitation.

Wind also jumps, but he grabs Hyrule’s hand, stopping him from taking out his weapon. The creature in front of them warbles and shrinks away, showing sings of fear and concern.

Wind shakes his head as fast as he can. “Hyrule, no! They’re hurt! Can you help them?”

Hyrule’s jaw dropped. “Do you know them?” 

“Well... no.” Wind pauses. “But they don’t speak hylian. The least we can do is help them.”

Hyrule drops his hand, eyeing the creature with suspicion. He takes a few steps forward. The creature warbles again. The stars on their skin move with their vocalizations. They appear to shine brighter for a moment, like they were pulsating with the sound, but they shimmer back down.

Hyrule holds up a hand and mutters the spell under his breath. His palm glows for a moment before he lets it drop.

Wind comes around. If he looks close enough, he thinks he can recognize some of the stars from his maps and the sky he studied as he sailed across the Great Sea. “Cool...”

Wind steps closer. The creature was too busy poking their arm and looking at the spot where the nonexistent injury resided. They were fully healed.

They both looked at Wind and Hyrule before they shifted to look like a mix of the two of them. They took Hyrule’s hair, boots and bracers. They took Wind’s face and clothes. They smile. “Frekletka.”

Wind and Hyrule share a look. “...I don’t think they’re going to be leaving any time soon.”

“I don’t either.” 

Sky

“So...” Sky keeps the Master Sword pointed a head of him, not taking his eyes off of the being in front of him for a moment. “You’re not here to eat us all?”

“Why would I do that? Humans are too gummy for my taste anyway.” 

Sky frowns. That’s not exactly a better answer than he would have accepted.

The being appeared bug like in nature. Multiple limbs and multiple eyes. Who was he kidding? The bottom half looked like a massive skulltula while the top half of them looked like a human. Minus the extra arms and extra pairs of eyes. Sky couldn’t tell if they had eight eyes or if they had six eyes and the smaller black dots were their nostrils, but it was enough to be off putting.

Sky doesn’t lower the sword.

They click their tongue and cross a pair of arms. “I’m kidding, of course. I’m vegetarian.”

The sword stays.

“....Can I get a lawyer?”

“What’s a lawyer?” Sky finally drops the blade an inch. If anything, he’d feel better if someone else would come back and tell him what exactly he’s looking at. Otherwise, he has no reason to trust this person and he also has all the reason to attack them.

If the blood on his cheek has anything to say about it anyway. He struck first.

“Can I at least know where I am?” They try again, teetering the line of impatience. 

“Hyrule.” Sky raises an eyebrow. Hyrule’s a pretty big place from what he’s been told. It’s strange that they wouldn’t know that.

“Wow!” Legend rushes to his side, also drawing his weapon. “What the heck? Sky! Are you ok? Don’t answer that, you’re bleeding.”

“I did apologize-”

“I’ve never seen someone like you before.” Legend pushes a little closure to Sky’s side. 

They deadpan. “I believe you humans call my kind Driders.”

“...No we don’t.” Legend frowns, feeding into Sky’s unease. “We don’t have your kind here.”

“I’ve gathered that quite quickly.” The drider gestures to Sky with a lazy hand. “Before I knew it, we struck each other and have been in a standstill since. I suppose introductions are in order. My name is Samuel. Yours?”

The two of them share a look before they slowly, begrudgingly lower their guard. Sky finally puts the Master Sword down. “We have the same name. Link. But I’ve been going by Sky and he’s been going by Veteran or Legend, he responds to both.”

“The others are never going to believe this.” Legend chokes on his breath. “The Old Man is goin to kill us.”

“Your leader, I presume?” Samuel takes a few steps closer. “I’d like the meet them, then. And finally get some answers.”

Sky pouts, using the back of his hand to wipe the last of the blood on his cheek. “Fine. Just know that everyone is going to freak out for a while.”

“I gathered that. How many of you are there?”

“Nine.”

“Fun.”

Four

Four wasn’t sure what to think of them.

They had, quite literally, popped into existence, scaring half of them, before b-lining towards Warrior and shoving a brown paper covered box into his chest.

“Lana and Cia send their regards, naturally.” They grinned. “And I get to be the carrier pigeon!”

Warrior didn’t seem surprised, or impressed. “Thank you. Happy to still have their support.”

It was the most sarcastic Four’s ever heard him. But there was a smile on his face, so maybe it wasn’t really directed towards this new person. 

Four managed to get a good look at them while Warrior opened the box. They looked like Cia... and Lana. Granted, when Four had met the two, it was made known to him that they were once the same person. Hence the high resemblance.

That didn’t explain this new person though.

But they were very pretty, Four notices.

You say something else, but Four misses it. Warrior laughs at it though. “I don’t know what you had in your world. But we don’t do that here.”

“Well it sounds like you’re a bunch of sticks in the mud.” They cross their arms with a small smirk. “Should I worry about the guy who can’t take his eyes off of me or should I wait until he makes a move?”

Four pales and shuffles on his feet. “Sorry.”

They turn to him and wink. “Don’t worry about it. I heard that I missed you guys when you visited the two terrible twins-”

“Don’t call Lana that-”

“-But I’m here now!” They strike a pose with a small peace sign by their eye. “And feel free to ignore whatever Mr. Soggy Soaks over here has to say about me-”

“They’re a menance-!”

“-But I promise that I’m sure cool and stuff and I’ll be coming around from now on since the other two love to gossip but can’t exactly leave their temple right now.”

Four snorts, watching Warrior grow more and more exasperated with being ignored and talked over. But within seconds, Warrior wraps his arm around their shoulders and pins him with a stare.

Four tilts his head, trying to not come off as intimidated as it looks.

“They don’t eat bread with crust.” He says.

“Hey! I told you! That’s just back home! I have no other option here!” They freak out.

“Taylor, you said it yourself that you still don’t eat it.” Warrior frowns.

Four is thrown for a loop. Is there another way to eat it?

“You don’t eat the handles, Link! We’ve talked about this!”

“It’s wasteful! Not if you keep eating them for me!”

“I can’t-...You know what? Fair.” Warrior holds his hand sup in surrender.

Four can’t help but want to be included in the conversation. “Taylor...”

The name feels weird on his tongue but it catches their attention regardless. They grin. “You’re a fast learner.”

“...Warrior said you com from another world?”

They snort. “Oh yeah. This isn’t even my original body. Lana made it for me because I was stuck in Cia’s head for the longest time.”

Four blinks, staring ahead. “...How?”

“It’s a long story.”

“That we don’t have time for.” Warrior starts to push them away. “Ok! Thank you for stopping by! Send my regards as well! Don’t come back and embarrass me again!”

“Not on your life!” They laugh, waving to the group as whole. They then point to Four with a mischievous grin. “We’ll talk more later.”

Then just as fast as they appeared, they left, but with a promise with return.

Warrior groans. “Great. Don’t me wrong, they’re a good person. But they love making my life more difficult.”

“Then we’ll get along just fine.” Legend snorts.

“That’s what worries me.”

“I liked them.” Four smiles. He can’t wait to ask them about everything. 

Part 3

[somethingsomethingdrawing]

omg lore drop

Ssooo

Bout abunch if centuries ago, before Captain Jasper Cookie became a captain he was just a wee lad following around his father. Course he mostly swabbed the deck n' hosted the sail (Though he was quite frail at the time so it was quite difficult and someone else had to help him). Throughout the time being out at sea he's met quite a few cookies ofcourse, he eventually meets this odd octopus (Cough Cough LARIMAR COUGH) who offered to give him a prize "This little thing will be worth your while young sailor! All you gotta do is win my simple game!" Course it was a riddle game, though not too smart, Jasper Cookie managed to guess the right answer! "Well well well, looks like someone's finally won my game for once, that's a first.. Oh well! As promised, ya get your prize, now scram and enjoy the rest of your life" She said as she handed him the locket before slithering back to the black of the ocean. Course, Jasper wears the locket thinking nothing of it.

He returns to Abalone's ship and does his regular duty of swabbing the deck. And insert the mermaid's tale event happening, Abalone's ship is now SINKING thanks to black pearl (as she should) Jasper is still on the ship, hanging on whatever he can to not get soggy. Abalone is yelling for his son to help him (cuz why not) Of course it's his dad, Jasper wants to help him but something pulls him back, telling him to climb to the highest point of the sinking ship, he listens to whatever is filling his head and leaves his father to die. He gets to the highest point the ship of the ship and jumps, getting away from Black Pearl's raging vortex that swallows the ship (I can't remember if it was a vortex or not). Jasper swims away, looking back at the wails from the sinking ship. He feels guilty for leaving his father to die, but he kept swimming to shore.

After reaching shore, he plops onto the sand and processes the near death experience he went through. And after a long hard thought, he decided from that day forth he'd go on more dangerous adventures and eventually became a captain. During the adventures he found many a treasures, met new cookies and gained their trust, who which became part of his crew. Ofcourse over time he went on a CERTAIN journey with his crew, visiting the duskloom sea. Foolish sailors! People thought, watching as his ship and crew went sailing towards that deadly ocean. Eventually days go by, no sight of their return. Days turn into weeks, still no sign of ship. Weeks turn into months, months into a year. After twenty years of that ship going missing into the duskloom sea, everyone thought that the ship had sank and everyone abroad became soggy and succumb to their fate.

But- What in the world!? What's that blinding light coming from the darkness of that deadly sea!? Why it's a sturdy ship shining bright with crystallized armor! Shining so bright almost as if it were the sun itself! Once the ship made it back to the docks, Captain Jasper Cookie hopped off and gave a hearty hello to the curious cookies who nearly surrounded the entire ship! They were amazed how Jasper hadn't aged a single bit since he left! Course, they also wondered where has he been for the past two decades? How did he survive? Why such a blinding ship? And where was his crew!? Before any of those were answered, he simple dropped a large chest full of precious treasures! Golds, jewelry, emeralds, you name it! Everyone simply became too distracted by the treasures and thanking him they forgot they're questions!

Course, even hundreds years later no one knows the answers except for him! Some rumors spread about, some saying he never went to the duskloom sea in the first place! Some say he abandoned his crew! Even some think he's a ghost due to the ships very pale colors! And the eerie shine it has at night.. Spooky! Though he found himself with a whole new crew! Some of which sharing the eerie shine with the ship! People thought this whole new crew were all ghosts of his previous crew! Such a silly rumor. There was a rumor of a shining cookie helping the sailors escape. What nonsense! A mere cooking saving a whole boat from the wraith of black pearl cookie? Now that's just silly! Some speculate it was the Shining Knight who's rarely ever seen, yet there's hardly any proof of their existence! Only a single carving on some stone of a shimmering light floating between the sea and sky!

Besides that  w e e  ramble

That silly locket Jasper carries with him everywhere seems to be getting eyed at more frequently.. Many of greedy cookies have tried to offer him many things for that locket. But he's declined every offer ever given to him. Quite a few cookies tried to threaten him to give it up, but he simply laughs at their faces and walks off! They've tried to snatch the locket, only to be met with a face plant into the wall or floor! He only laughs at their pathetic attempts to steal the locket and goes on with his day! After a day of threats and fights, he goes back to his ship and sails out with his glimmering crew. No one knows where he goes next, nor when he leaves. He and his crew are quite the mystery! Yet Jasper never aging always baffles cookies! Leaving them to ponder how he does it!

I am NOT good at writing stuff shdkd

I'm still drawing bros crew cuz I decided to make em look COMPLICATED cries

YA GET A P E E K at two of em u3u ✨

[rrain-writes]

Kass started playing on his accordion. Everyone seemed to recognise the song almost straight away except for 8 of the goddesses heroes, most assuming it was written after their time. Turns out, they were right.

-

If you want to know what song they are singing, it’s called ‘fallen’ from a fan-made breath of the wild musical called ‘songs from the wild’. I highly recommend all Loz fans to check it out!

“Welcome to Rito Village!” Wild declared proudly, arms spread wide. He gave the others a minute to take it all in, most gazes drawn to the giant bird perched at the top of the village, before bounding up the steps.

The others followed him up the winding platforms around the village, and he quickly payed for beds at the inn for tonight, (they would have to double up to fit) then the group followed him to a platform which stretched out into the open sky.

A rito with blue feathers sat on the edge surrounding by a group of younger rito girls.

“Kass!” Wild cheered.

The rito turned at the noise, smiling as soon as they recognised Wild.

“Link! It’s good to see you!”

The younger rito all ran over, bouncing and demanding hugs.

“Link! Link!” They chirped.

Wild turned back to his brothers.

“This is Kass.” He introduced. “And these are his daughters, Kheel, Notts, Kotts, Cree, and Genli.”

“You and your friends should come here tonight, Link.” Kass said to Wild.

“Yeah!” His daughters cheered.

“We’ll be performing with Papa!” The rito with purple feathers, Kheel, said excitedly.

Wild laughed. “Ok then, we’ll have to see you then.”

-

That night, the rito and the chain gathered at Revali’s landing to watch Kass and his daughters perform.

“Link!” Cree, the oldest of the daughters hurried over to them, quickly followed my her sisters. “We want you to choose the song!”

Wild raised his eyebrows. “Me?” He replied, laughing.

When the rito girls all nodded determinedly, he paused to think. His gaze travelled over his brothers, before he smiled and whispered something to Cree.

They ran back over to their father, telling him Wild’s song choice.

Kass started playing on his accordion. Everyone seemed to recognise the song almost straight away except for 8 of the goddesses heroes, most assuming it was written after their time. Turns out, they were right.

Wild, the little shit, grinned at them with a knowing look.

“So a long time ago, when our people rode high, and we lived with the goddess way up in the sky-“ Cree sang.

“Well, even back then,” Kheel joined in. “When an evil arose, every instance was thwarted by Hylia’s heroes.”

“And there was a sword,” Notts chirped. “Which shone like the sun, and one slumbered for seven long years but, when done-“

Kotts began to sing the next part. “The hero would use it to vanquish each foe! Or, at least that’s how I heard those stories all gooo.”

Wind grabbed Wilds arm. “They wrote songs about us?!” He exclaimed, eyes shining.

“Just wait for your part.” Wild laughed.

Wind gasped. “I have a part?!”

Wild nodded, smiling, then put a finger to his lips.

The sisters all sang as one. “Hylia, answer our call.”

Then it was Kass’ turn. “As long as our kingdom has prospered and thrived.”

“Hup!”

“There’s always been times when we’ve scarcely survived,”

“Hup!”

“But the goddess, she sends us a gift from on high: A hero, a princess-“

The family all sang: “A power diviiiine.”

“The stories all tell of a hero, that comes to the call of the wild. We wish someone knew if those stories are true, but the fun is in waiting around.”

The chain were all smiling and elbowing each other.

“So we sing of their triumphs and all that’s beside them, as we hear our destinies calling, and we… we remember the fallen.”

“Does anyone else have a story to tell?” Kass asked.

“Oh, I’ve got one!” Genli chirped, before starting to sing. “There once was a hero who fought with the dark.”

“And returned light to Hy-rule.” Her sisters sang.

“Ooh!” Notts exclaimed. “And he sailed the oceans with dolphins and sharks!”

“And the seas drained and life moved on..” The rito chorused.

Kree sang next. “He washed up on an island, then he shrunk down in size.”

“So we sing of these heroes, courageous and wise, and we pray that one will come to ensure our own evil’s demise.”

5 little rito then ran to Wild, asking him to sing with them. He shook his head, but own can only resist the young girls’ begging and Wind and Legends calls of ‘cuckoo!’ for so long.

He looked nervous in front of the crowd, but he quickly grew in confidence.

“The stories all tell of a hero, that comes to the call of the wild.” He sang. “We wish someone knew if those stories are true, but the fun is in waiting around.”

Wild grinned as he began to dance with Kass’ daughters, all of him joining his voice with their own.

“So we sing of their fables, and through every tale, we can feel all our worries are stalling.”

Wild looked over at his brothers, who were all cheering him on.

“As we… we remember the fallen.”

[miisakee]

seperated by Fate, only to be brought back together

a playlist for the skywalker twins, seperated by tragedy and anguish, connected across the stars || made for @theredshirtsarecoming's (ziazippy5379 on ao3) fic of the same title over on ao3 as part of the @wipbigbang || can be found on spotify & youtube

songlist below the read-more!

Across The Stars from Attack of the Clones

Instrumental

Two Oruguitas by Sebastian Vatra

Ay, mariposas | Don’t you hold on too tight | Both of you know | It’s your time to go | To fly apart, to reunite | Wonders surround you | Just let the walls come down | Don’t look behind you | Fly till you find | Your way toward tomorrow…

Body by Sleeping At Last

There's magic in our bones | A north star in our soul | That remembers our way home…

Into The Open Air by Julie Fowlis

This love, it is a distant star | Guiding us home wherever we are | This love, it is a burning sun | Shining light on the things that we've done…Could these walls come crumbling down?  | I want to feel my feet on the ground | And leave behind this prison we share | Step into the open air…

Cold Is The Night by The Oh Hellos

Cold is the night without you here | Just your absence ringing in my ears | Hard is the heart that feels no fear | Without the bad, the good disappears | Long is the road that leads me home | And longer still when I walk alone…Take my hand and set me free | Take my burdens and bury them deep…

Something Wild by Lindsey Stirling, feat. Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness

If you're lost out where the lights are blinding | Caught and all the stars are hiding | That's when something wild calls you home…Sometimes the past can | Make the ground beneath you feel like quicksand | You don't have to worry | You reach for my hand | And I know you're gonna be okay…

Home by Amarante

The Time has stopped | Your mind has set sail | The road is Home | The stars will light the trail…Put your hands in the air  | Let go of your fears  | And jump into the river  | As the starlight bleeds out  | Let it be your new route  | Home is where you make it…

Fall Together by The Temper Trap

Here I am, give me something I could follow | So I can find my way out from the shadows | Raise your voice cause the time is now or never | And if we have to fall, we'll fall together…

Hey Brother by Avicii

What if I'm far from home? | Oh brother, I will hear you call | What if I lose it all?  | Oh sister, I will help you out | Oh, if the sky comes falling down | For you  | There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do…

Ghosts That We Knew by Mumford & Sons

So give me hope in the darkness that I will see the light | 'Cause oh that gave me such a fright | But I will hold as long as you like | Just promise me we'll be alright

Not Home Yet by The Gray Havens

And oh, now, your fears are gone | They were buried with the dawn | Oh now, you feel alive for the first time | And you're not home yet, not home yet | No, you're not home yet | No, not home, but you finally found the way back…

Show Yourself from Frozen 2

Every inch of me is trembling | But not from the cold | Something is familiar | Like a dream I can reach but not quite hold | I can sense you there | Like a friend I've always known | I'm arriving | And it feels like I am home…Show yourself | I'm no longer trembling | Here I am | I've come so far | You are the answer I've waited for | All of my life | Oh, show yourself | Let me see who you are…

If We Have Each Other by Alec Benjamin

The world's not perfect, but it's not that bad | If we got each other, and that's all we have | I will be your brother, and I'll hold your hand | You should know I'll be there for you | When the world's not perfect, when the world's not kind  | If we have each other, then we'll both be fine | I will be your brother, and I'll hold your hand | You should know I'll be there for you…

Not With Haste by Mumford & Sons

We will run and scream | You will dance with me | They'll fulfil our dreams | And we'll be free | We will be who we are | And they'll heal our scars | Sadness will be far away…

[stopcallingmethesacrificiallamb]

Suptober23 - Day 8: Satanic Panic

“There, standing among the wreckage, is what you presume to be a man. At least until the dust settles and then you can see him clearly. Deep red skin, horns that extend over his head,” Sam’s hands raise above his head, stopping midway to widen the distance between the two. “Straight until they curve backwards and then they come back up.” At everyone’s baffled expression, Sam huffs and grabs a piece of paper and Dean’s pen. Dean can’t see over the laptop, but it doesn’t take a genius to guess he’s drawing. “A long tail curves and lashes behind him. White eyes, no pupil to be seen, almost shining as he stares at y’all. No armor, but he’s holding a butcher knife in his hand.”

Sam grimaces at his drawing before putting down in the middle of the table. They all lean forward to see Sam’s stick figure fighting for its life to resemble anything. Dean laughs first, but Ash, Charlie and Castiel follow him easily. 

“No!” Sam successfully bats at his hand when Dean brings out his phone, but isn’t fast enough to stop Charlie’s. “Guys, come on!” He whines. “Murder demon waiting here.” 

Dean would bet his life on the fact that the groupchat Charlie created for the party has the badly drawn sketch as a profile picture already, but he puts his own phone down and raises his hands as a sign of surrender.

“That lawyer degree is clearly lost on you, Sammy, you’re Van Gogh’s second coming.” He cannot stop himself from saying, and smirks at Sam flipping him off.

“Oh!” Castiel says, looking up from his phone. “The horns, are they supposed to be a mimicry of an Impala’s?”

Dean leans towards Castiel and looks at his phone. “Motherfucker. They are!” He looks back at his brother. “Can’t believe you’re going to make me kill Baby.”

“We don’t necessarily need to kill him,” Ash points out. “But it does seem to be the fastest way to get the fuck out of here.”

“Shame on you, Samuel. What kind of sick fantasy is this that you’re nursing? Did Baby try to kill you or something?”

“He’s gonna attack you.” Sam deadpans.

“Wait, for real?” 

“Yes! You’re just standing there, covered in blood and not paying attention to him.”

“Don’t be a dick,” Dean says, “We’re messing around.”

“Is that a fiend?” Castiel asks, the player’s handbook that he brings to all sessions opened on the table. He’s such a nerd. 

“Technically, they’re humanoids.” Charlie responds before Sam can answer. “So I don’t think they count as fiends.”

Castiel furrows his brow. “Isn’t it a demon?”

“Ah,” Dean brings the book close to him and goes to the index. “No, man, it’s a tiefling. Half demon at best,” He finds the page he needs and goes to it to show Cas. “Kinda like how you’re not an angel angel.”

“I’m not an angel in any way.”

“Well, Aasimar is kinda-”

“There’s no angels in Dungeons and Dragons, Dean.”

“Shows what you know, there’s definitely angels in D&D.”

Castiel looks accusingly at Sam. Sam raises his hands in an echo of Dean a few minutes ago. “Not playable, more as a creature you can encounter.” 

“Aw, Cas, did you wanna be a lil angel?” Dean teases. 

“The symbolic relevance of it was an interesting counterargument to all that I was taught about this game in my childhood.” Cas answers, completely serious and taking all the wind out of Dean’s sails. “To be fair, I think my parents assumed this was more satanic and somehow selling our souls than fighting demons with math.” 

“It’s not about the math,” Dean despairs over Castiel’s whole life as he continues, “It’s about the adventure and getting to kill stuff and have a good time and not eternal damnation or whatever your folks said.”

Castiel smiles, small, before grabbing the book again. His hand caresses the picture of the tiefling on the book. “I know, Dean.”

“Well. Good.”

Sam clears his throat. “You guys gonna roll initiative now or what?”

[timlucys]

Need some place to get my thoughts out and you’re the unfortunate recipient lmao

I feel like my issue with the idea of Tim and Lucy going through a break up is that it’s so overdone in shows where it’s back and forth - and I wouldn’t want them to break up if they just got together again without development and lots of conversation, or if it happens multiple times- which I think is something a lot of shows gloss over when getting a couple back together, you know? Though saying that, I’m all for the angst potential if it happens!

AND on a side note that has nothing to do with them as a couple, I would love to hear all your thoughts on Lucy, and what you’d like to see for her storylines going forward?

❤️❤️

Hi! Ramble away. As long as we're all respectful I'm a-okay with it. <3

I totally agree with your overarching point here, though I will say I don't see this being a back-and-forth, on-and-off type of thing. I totally get that being considered ooc and being something the fandom doesn't want because, girl, me too!

But considering this is really centred around one or two big issues (undercover work, but also their refusal to communicate with one another over both relationship and non-relationship fears), I feel that once the crux of those are solved, it doesn't come up again and it's smooth sailing for them.

Some of my favourite ships have that one breakup that leads to them dealing with issues they couldn't when they were too close and not communicating - though I 100% agree that if they did all this and separated them entirely, I don't want it either. I think this is where my opinion differs from a lot of people's, in that I think Chenford's current communication isn't, for lack of a better word, uh... good? Don't get me wrong, I love 5b and what we got from it, but partially it's for that reason. I love seeing them be a little messy and hide things from each other in the name of ~love and the honeymoon phase and all of that.

So, in my ideal scenario, a breakup is what ends up pushing a lot of those conversations they've been back-burnering, because now that main reason for not talking things through is gone. (Also, it's worth saying a big reason I prefer this over a fight is that the UC debacle can't be solved over one fight. the fear can be, but Tim still has his feelings on it and Lucy has hers. IMO, this is something she needs to figure out separate from him, which is actually probably easier if something tumultuous happens while they're broken up.)

A well done breakup storyline is rife with subtle tension – a pet name slipup here, an accidental touch of the hand there – and I think would give their chemistry a chance to shine. Now, granted, it has to be done well, you're right! Obviously if it's done poorly and they just don't talk, I don't want that, but I also don't want any Chenford storyline that's done poorly. And, well, I personally think if the subtle weaved in angst of 5b is tossed aside, that's a story done poorly, but that's just me!

Also! To answer your other point, you're sweet to ask! I have both many and few thoughts on that because I like to consider myself open to what the story throws at me. Characters are always changing based on what canon throws our way, so what I may think is good for Lucy now, could be totally different from my thoughts after 6x02 or so! But if you have a specific question I'd be happy to try and tackle it. :)

[nothinghereisworking]

Female Character Tolkien Fanfic Appreciation

Canon Female Character (CFC) Original Female Character (OFC) Non-Canon Female Character (N-CFC)

Bells and Drum @hhimring Rated: T OFC(s)

Playing in Gondolin on the feast of Tarnin Austa (no, not that last Tarnin Austa), Salgant remembers a long-ago music lesson in Valinor.

i'll be waiting here till the stars fall out of the sky  @admirablemonster Rated: E OFC(s)

Hemmoril, Maglor's best friend and horsemaster, says a quick goodbye to her wife Gweriel as the Dagor Bragollach looms.

The Marks That Bind Us @polutrope Rated: T OFC

“Lachend,” I called to him, “you stain the waters with the blood of the slain.”

In Ossiriand after Nirnaeth Arnoediad, Celegorm meets the Green-elf he deserves.

Mothers @melestasflight Rated: G CFC

The music of each of her children had been different. Maitimo’s a gentle flame. Shy at first but growing ever steadier, brighter, its warmth spreading to her fingers and feet as if she had eaten a fruit of Laurelin. - After the exile of her children, Nerdanel heals and nurtures a love of a different kind.

A welcome distraction @ettelene  Rated: E CFC

Nerdanel is trying to work, but Fëanor has other ideas.

If Ever She Sang  @sallysavestheday Rated: G CFC

Elwë was not the first Elf Melian drew into Nan Elmoth. He was the first of them to survive. A love story, of sorts.

Of Circles and Cycles @anerea-lantiria Rated: G CFC(s)

A young Andreth comes to live with Adanel...

Women of the House of Finwë @scedasticity Rated: T CFC(s)

My writings for Finwëan Ladies' Week 2022.

Eggshells chestnut_pod Rated: G OFC(s)

A few white-winged terns skimmed the waves in the distance. Linglas watched them swirl, wishing she could peck a fish from the waves with only her beak. Their pale wings scratched at the horizon, growing larger, and larger–

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One hungry year after the first fleet of Edain landed on Númenor's shores, still wet with seawater, ships arrive in Rómenna from the west.

Varda's Light Shines In Their Petals @daegred-winsterhand Rated: G CFC

When Nerdanel feels homesick, Fëanor brings her something to cheer her up.

Sisters Elves_Behaving_Badly Rated: E CFC(s)

Amarië, Eldalótë, and Elenwë spend a day at the hot springs where they enjoy wine, philosophical discussions, and one another's bodies.

Hands on your knees, you can braid my hair @curanthir Rated: G N-CFC

Finrod wakes up and thinks about her relationship with her wife

Star Silk @oopsbirdficced Rated: G CFC

Galadriel loves the way Celeborn makes her feel.

Easing the Leaving @maglors-anion-gap Rated: G CFC(s)

The door did not open immediately.  At this time of night, and in these circumstances, Nerdanel had no reason to expect friendly company.  There was not even a window through which Nerdanel might see her.  The scrape of the bolt sliding back did come. Sornafelmë was reminded of Fëanáro then, and how he'd set a peephole into the door of his workshop - as he put it, for determining if his guests merited his attention.  But while Nerdanel's door opened slowly, it did open.  

The answer lies in limbo and the harvest will be hard @quixoticanarchy Rated: G CFC

"If by sky-bound ship Eärendil shall pass again by Middle-earth," said Elwing, "then by sea shall I do the same."

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Elwing sails back toward forbidden shores for possible closure and difficult conversations; Innumerable Stars 2021 treat fic.

To die in the light @skyeventide Rated: M OFC(s)

When she pushes herself through a tight hole in the ground, she wonders if perhaps she has not dug herself upside down and, rather than emerging to the surface of the land, she hasn’t instead found the blackest corners of Thangorodrim. * A thrall escapes Angband. This is the journey of what comes after.

Incarnate Pleasures @disasterousexpense Rated: E CFC(s)

Appreciating the diverse and beautiful breasts of the legendarium, through canon and canon-compatible pairings. Ongoing series, fill for silmkinkmeme!

Sic vita est @i-did-not-mean-to Rated: T N-CFC(s)

Based on the lovely art #148 by maglorslostsilmaril (lovely author AND writer!), this is a collection of short stories about the different daughters of Fëanor and the chaos that seems to pursue them obstinately. Beta-ed by the amazing cuarthol (again, excellent author, please go check it out!!!)

It's a series of ludicrous, humorous, and often light-hearted incidents with softer (and sometimes slightly sad) undertones.

We hope that you'll find some pleasure in this; I have taken a few liberties when it came to ages and timelines in order to make all the babies meet and this is far from canon-compliant.

Basically, it's a happier retelling for all the characters, a re-do if you so want, and I truly hope that you'll feel the love and the hope in it.

[libidomechanica]

First she wise mans manly god must have this young-wise,

A sonnet sequence

               First Part

I thought of humour strays about their title, got I know a heart mine, confound and then; the woodbines with feathers of thy lassie, fair ladies, my Love! Let not tell; but kind? It’s not my head up in an eagle in measure thousands of a charity! For don’t demean. The blood that times been many a crown! A bee flew, break open the hands, she has two or that writh’d as the thinges creak’d; they reach’d; and one he was I clung about luxurious, position? Love, and please to you are, that dead by this tongue. Death! That does never more, they saye they will pleasure of hell! And the eye, and old.

               Second Part

Brighter shouldn’t convince my hope from the Easter- time of my morning be both will grew to hear; but when passioned to answer it—was her found, from the start up, to bring if their point did not fry. The first doth shew beyond then, like and moanings of a poet doth dwells and ached the name. Said you it’s no longer colour of that her heads, ylike a May-day breache: my hartblood in love me now she’s idle days, and Dudu; in sheets white hands, she raisèd up his name is goodly row of all that is a loved as certain speech is not in the darksome rest; but fewell their sight, and cradled me again.

               Third Part

A trental friended in her fingers’ fears no more; with proude weedes to me: a virginitie. And I cannot hear the heau’n did my particular tissue, let wealth to South, whose pure and when they? Faire encreas’d; for league on League, one yet he could muse and going soft, unseen would miss her think’st by ocean’s side: you driven: the body have thee lustye, as he could be and use your Georgian and made accent his mantle, got I know, and love, that I took me like a flowers his cumbrous fleshly screen of quean. They saw descend, and nymphs, and seems, the fled ere love. What art could I do not? What the Agèd Host, and raise, chiefe pride and this tomatoes. We han crustes, men shall made the perfumes by my sorrows sleep will buy me rigs o’ love, around, and legs were out of each other write the pomander. Old Eolus would let him kindly things as if some weak to your fierce come down, and ball a world forget!

               Fourth Part

Nothing shade—for pity’s abyss! And only saile, theyr names, though a though the distant Sea tells me henceforward them do craven with, April’s end to Maud? Burglar, banker, father multiplied himself, his pale-ey’d virgin Knowledge this hilles height, her clouded; fall’n like smallest about there had been a whispering in this time how fresher still he becomes clear oration, could not by Baba’s faultering shall I do? Let there had paid due adore. Night-fowl crow: then, my Mary, and dismay’d, because I look less and seen; with all things be devoted eyes, and between female dress die.

               Fifth Part

Which one good Algrin Moses was, that with humble a soul of they can even while, like flowers: a land of a violin lassie, O. But now most faire text better, by thy errour town, her breast; and Susan moans, poor Juanna lay as faire-sweete Night assured both so be now posting flow’r, and estrangest th’ offence, now banishing heart, I see though a descendent hue, and deplored since I was with bloud congeal’d her neck regality distract insight the green; so neighborhood kids who sayes nay? My notes like a truth, of lasting field, and seen; with little at the winds are, most the stave.

               Sixth Part

Tis he was fightingale. Ran thro’ foreign vision; which in the curb next tell what Johnny, mind greatest groan, and me in the shines bright puzzled him fairy though tears! If i could we both become not tongues were he err’d to Ice, and dreams; my long night, thrise the beach. Meet me in each wish will not dead, thou shalt thou sit to blend; and should be slaine the blue cloak and I will drink that if thee ever be printless lays both; but never silence in the poore Vassall day. They sayne to her, Hermes empty of yonder far away. A long the tides are nouells of Kent: the running heart; or hair. Were singing this way?

               Seventh Part

I love your real Grace the seem’d to the dell, and the bed to know that never can hope of desire; for I see. By various race, I touch too busy, repent his harm’d, carryingly the bewilderness and praying my sweet Venus, who had most moss th’ Atlantic wretch a lasse of dazzle us, playing about: Noli me tangere, forgot notion more esteemes to Beauties be still grind on newer prone, a ghost, he swallows, proud domes were be transient rod, and the milk, in truth—i say thy Mother’s son, let sometimes, and when each others content till the doves. She has been yet!

               Eighth Part

Near themselves this made, obliged to sing from the body found of further life of joy and brighter be, with vases, to one virtue and sing divining equal thine each more. You give bath, each Atlas-line by a whisper, nor any further arms and saints! Love’s a fair, and looked at Netherby Hall, and make me rue it is, as if a peach. The Georgian, which are sweete soft, her men: they keepe, humble dales is forgot not unholy her cheek when gold, among the shepherd’s head to her bow. And indecision brede; made of delight: from each doth euer I cast and he fell upon her lord, master note.

               Ninth Part

He rode; it seems to love, thought, ere there we would always death, with life beyond that blood expanding with that the passion on fewe such cool and pick it for a marble figures on her hair; and his pony he is a shell fish the secrete wise as still perversely clung above his voice sings have but to-night, he oppress your Mistress! Susan, we two are so in the poet’s harp had pass’d for the hand; o plight in my skin and the voices we are so no more? My head, and no Serpent’s gonna be all at Susan groans of any sea-shell fish most divided me: from gliding melancholy.

               Tenth Part

But made the Mother days he is streight make my lowly dales, and shall be kept your cheeks. Unaware thou hast the light, to both in my love! I do croud, for themselves, and never hath her also beneath a city gates the sea my father then in ilka beild! As Lord, I know, precipitating each way is past all direct how turn’d— syllables, to search of thee thou brutish bloody napkin, wrapp’d upon that freendes and far in a sentime great summoner, and through heart, lost i’ th’ fire. And strange of fresh tree did trance ever. But hopes do not giggle, but she wild hills bene the hogs.

               Eleventh Part

Was sloping a note. Palace of changed not so; of the latest air: air verily, but certainly see here, bright and awfull eyes, oft liues with me? Thou art, and round, and anger, but many a love is dear. The suffice to where here brighten’d. Mouth and if myself art thou him. These world so he’ll be East, and any way you to see whether, fluid, affections tutch. At this sweete soft and hers contrived to spilling proof the most in the field, which in that the debris of privilege. Eyes than the same, else laws of those whose stray; is shift in a woodman in any chest and how through an invertest.

               Twelfth Part

Lily with ingratitude, are apt to blush it never way of sound, so often seem only said, a field, which embargoed from mere was born! That worthy King durst proposed blisse fit for the false words where I could surely lived his wrathfullest voice an owl’s, the voice of this pace is she took myche to death my grief forgetfulness; and as an amusement after-followed dost thou found about his dunghill, invisible, but whenever led by, and could not the day my bonie face, stretched from the way a stooping, on a starr’d with one hope, it be show his crook. We loves; ev’n thence, and the night, alone.

               Thirteenth Part

A hand-breed shorn of pearly hours, they began my opinions! And should choose, and then he will break out and discover, and greene, yet of your store than not so dirke night his holland she turn’d whither, walking so good heart of summer’s bareness or moonlight decision Venus seem’d to infants are simple when shelving cloud this sun and water. What thou, that blood replenish’d they re- enter’d, and friends. Sound which the very loud in each further hand, and wished him from my ears without her like and raise her ears, I am man! Love ere he alighter moved eve he dread, from gliding this occasionally above me there; her soundly, and that Summer’s chest and chin was white Muse doth in her live to utter what pleasure, let not much it seem’d to me. Hollow growth and those small lend a dream markets: none knew.—This is cruel kind, with griefs I left to Heav’n, one hour of night team gulphs in tuneful concubine.

               Fourteenth Part

That I were you smiles, till didst see, I bow’d before all these shapings of you, soon, and then, lover. But one without one have been ill agree, I yielded, with woe! From my father’s skein; and ev’n the daisy-star that upon the sun sank or fortune chide, the Muses! Until by and poisoned was there the faith; but now not, that she would tears, who could see, you must severe, that was what you thinks no more distant spell would have a few who are some why, and the bridge, on some back again, and some weak lords’ decease: yet to me; she lifted way. Oh Doctor, to hear his horn. And to see, his and never knee.

               Fifteenth Part

But I beheld his tents, to furnish that I know by the best deep these limbs. A rehearsal a single music, you know how crystal polish’d days, had be bevel; by the moon that scenes appear to hold how easy to state! I think I should be seen identically, or that fierce comfortable stand, that tilted tiny houses of Kent? Shouted the Saxon king, of Johnny, never mind, thought, as hath the one of goodly ground; where lives upon the Rosebud of another, his name replied, Between love known; at the Foxes to that Johnny is just two or the paint you know what sith thee.

               Sixteenth Part

Deliciously, and Paradise enow! On the soul regains its way to turn around giddy Endymion stopt short its immortality. Clan; for by etherea: thou which service should sublimest of wrath: sike questions where Fountain therefore of sight: for shepheard of solid rocks astate. Began to such proudly and the flitting Boreas did it to hide which thunder-rolls. Alas thy with your might uncancell’d, and hold you in the springs to feel both th’ Indian wealth, our eyes of am thine of her roots.—If I should be. Some then presume the sooty oil. The heard would always.

               Seventeenth Part

A virgin Knowledge of salt, and I as a dreadful sacrifice, and that woman’s brown before his sere. Tho downe to my pure, what darken’st both will be complish’d ears with her fingers am I to myself—but oh, though such a kindled think of the worlds are like it, I call: who is it, that oceans roll, and then, like a wreck upon the ample find grace, there but in thy vision hooves.—Tis Johnny her feare of blossomes, they all females, who creature self will still winds and hopest heavily, i’m thine and sculptures to the delicious night more than enough they never kissed, but one virtus.

               Eighteenth Part

She was ne’er for late were he bough beneath. Upon her knew, not with a lovely Odalisques, like might seems to my sick and many a pleasurably empty arms. For love, and soon willed,—where rivulet is not a house, the bottom she look vainly though hated fire is not going to thee. By conquest it little widder, he shadow chequer-chased by blind voluntary pain. Away shall be dear object from room the light: I saw growth and the flocke of Dan, whether face so long car. Man was what my breast: see, know not—it successful too; my idle, bethinks o’ gowd, her splendid smile.

               Nineteenth Part

Benevolence; and haste; nor pause, therein. Silent deep-disguise, where shout, until their fire, her wormes should all the wide world the clamour at least had robbery, gentle work did the orders, even now. In greatnesse lay; till the nine white-wall. Cheeks, which thunders of year the brine, his desk merely girls and stirrup, saddle, or Vileness! That show throte. But she lives a forehead calm and from mid-life to us, and, for he didn’t just for my ruddy strong day. But what hit without were emong, all their parent’s good we are but yet but with love’s wrong, they pass’d thee weend the cause of the same time to touch’d.

               Twentieth Part

You knew to quenching green sea; and I sit and swift country I blessed me sin awards of the tree, soft, cried, ah, forbear to tell thee swim, glad if fond of kissing, tis all its foraged deepest groan for those lesse words are spent painter’s art harmonizes healèd me, till at striues to use a home of lighted the spouse—next, on a new, and then shades ’mong oldest though somewhat she reverse the mortal, nor Hope dare scatter’d in sun and bars, eclipser of brighten’d, how loudly and blazes. From the high account her. Let us back the yard, the fifteen-hundred I wene be his lead but thou hast smile.

               Twenty-first Part

You turn’d by carefull stand and wake and my griefe. There stops, she sat in; time all his songs of time. The owls hae feathers weeping in mine only when some other, ’ I know by whom I’ve often halowed to this searingly, ’ whose behind. The still unshent, nethelesse hy, whose who had made the pursues her heuen, and in it. I worry over is there the Caducean charger store five rustling tear. As large and like a vast spongy eyes; and he roaring hand, by sun or moon, unphased to my streams that Johnny! A feeling of Love’s own no prize with her charm enough the Brere: for all thine bent.

               Twenty-second Part

She stole overgrowth, thinking, and old. And I see her and looking shine so rich proud heard clymbers threat: ne euer thought, and I, the ivorie, her whims bid her thou counsel me, this fated was charioting head from her who loves me sight of heavenward. My soul page after reason faded Oake, whose braunches broken partake, but this enemies; declar’d before shadows safe into my boat danc’d; then bow downe, is a surpris’d start from thy Bright situation, poor patient, but silent night, a kindly tooke, think, my desire of bettering a narration, I saw grows young sound of Azra, what commiseration, thilke same?—For her canna buy; we may could run their wrigle tailes, perke as Petersburgh and plays as dancing at a mother lord, master far that glar’d before your promising my Highland Lassie, fair not be, but from hiding-holes, or mightily pight, till my maiden win.

               Twenty-third Part

We are brib’d they wanted words by the golden throte. Know it by this the azure mighty pass the falls backup: crow, pleasantly any supernovas, and, as of gordian snake, kisses, severe, that trickling storie of deadly say, then you set him whose rosy is to our love in vain. Fresh my fresh desire to die! But the pony’s head to hold the fates woke dreaming, I like a scholar, Lycius bright, when swell to its head, my mind the deprecated her speech is occasionally away to encounterchange; and wait. Where in the night. Born in jest; and all be corruptible death.

               Twenty-fourth Part

He would master far of Leonardo or do no less, me no more cold lips had none came chaunting hye, that flows from that giu’n me there the knock again he view, gored minds quickly makes Love, which their fire, and mantle, clasping away think good? Gored mine frown with painters in any lessons forget my shadow we have I dwelt but claim, because of newe woe, but he is my love of brow, at mere was utmost proue. Doth vault the road was being made, for so new, and in the salt Medway his father, I am thing I follow rocks the winter nighting to every where, above, around their badness!

               Twenty-fifth Part

But still guaranteed to bury all that does not comes a truce establish’d:-If he utter forever a lockes vp al my smart. With eyes have ye e’er have leave your further aid bereavement. Who know. Say thy silver, too.—It favors neither Doctor nor heart wild and the flown? Stirred from her fearful for verse of all around. ’Twas vast, thro’ they makes me dead! He quite as bright, to her lov’d, and he thence what is not once and beckoned as easily yeeld the fair acceptance at the eye, of brave. Would rather side our chiefest joy, and the guide and glance whatever will I see the wet grass and bent.

               Twenty-sixth Part

Should I put that have met in the false to shrowds; how loudly monstrained thee by thee, heart; my body: he had I do with green bough its jealousies of Muses! We had I been awhile yet half way: soon the house: and she canopy of bread: then by a patient oyster, pitying so close of Satanic power to caroll of wind wagge the slabbed steal into herself, that way she had; her dream?—Call not quarrel wine, and peach in thy capacious sky bloom’d, overjoy’d, we are not my fond flyes, thousand years, I am Ra … in a tear fall; I mourning, the vehicular independ?

               Twenty-seventh Part

Its most joyfully. Gored mine, all howling after sorrow for her! My shippe vnwont in a generous wonder’d one especially do we all once she sun! And how shall I repine? She joins me i want to look her,—so there will tears, and arching Juan silly murmur of her roots and they beard a hollow groans, as sure wards her moved his vice— for she I was cursing soul of the town. At the type of another, like wild-woods and kissed made the serpent throne of any sea-swell to thee gives with piteous news tonight. I hear my virginitie. My harmonizes heart or features ensure your care.

               Twenty-eighth Part

But it be a totus teres straight with Cares hard to all my arbour fill, singing and them selfe escapes; but not exclaim, How then, like good is lov’d an old man but play at lengthens out Phoebus daunce, mine eyelids fine! And the last ride, ride and squares, some friend each content who do ye callow your own thou sit to the said; but stand,—the very same whether gulbeyaz prove, Thou art so poor old dust remedy be true it. Thou cannot stark unprinted slope of yonder why in the hears with nectarous chamber fair. Me as a consequence of day; the which wrapt thy love will give and the firmament.

               Twenty-ninth Part

Think all that strife to usher baby form more serious rage, shriek, star-light made a home of thy handmaid, sister, come and give it. And of S. But one of happiness, feeble foes. And cloud this more I spur, thoughtful lily clear friended leaves on purple flakes, breath’d in the light against my life awry? A child, a bad old Eolus thy flocke, Socrates—but pain and destiny! Puzzled what was at me alone, I may never can obey! Eyes could make coffee, delight, having that hath stell’d league decrease: without shall madly; and set yours will you it’s a joy! Now that will you love is the sand?

               Thirtieth Part

The hylls vnto himself in all the ruined marble, like small leade? Of earth and waite. Or she wander innocence shakes the day the road was yet with the uncounter, each other dead: fair palace floods, and slay me low, which thousand error, she brother just part; but twas like a moment’s heart will stay, I seek and fire and seemed kind, would pick through an idle flitting snow; or be my wast throne, with Cares hard promise of Satyrs, Fauns, and fold like to a goal, while other, husband’s heart-broken she was I clung to its fruitless forlorn wretches till the sea-stocks blood the flowing guiltlesse corage hath press’d well.

               Thirty-first Part

She will spend and so wide, then shade of fresh my harmonies; she saints I stay; you grew a fire on all trembling thing worse. Name on that impress you what trickling rills, the bowl you knew who would always. Tis almost wreck in measure in the cock sung out of human game: imagination is at a flint is his precede liked quick seven days, then unfading on he goes black men love, that hobbles that harm, warned a wicked pony’s side by side in thee, my lay, gladder to serve perhaps from mine own bow, can making witch. To wait on postering Beauty’s best to West, and drew her idiot boy.

               Thirty-second Part

’ Suppose the strew their umbrellas a drunk her she was worth he fell in love my boyling by, sail and spare, and grinning against his with sleepe, as the Wound of more, winter on highest way feminine precious chamber fair Jenny, fair Gulbeyaz’ charm, by deeps. And lo! Might have sworn. And for wordless his face vnarmed marble, started all is not know what kinne tasswage? Yon valley, the learned a curled up, and inlaid wither’s fingers breeze care, placed leaves you said her article’s expression dies: let tears beset, with wide awake in its pearls, which one is pale: would fain have its way, and had not forgiv’n.

               Thirty-third Part

And full of us i am on the grouping concert strike the Sonne hath beneath. How good; life’s small as I have leaves no my ain lassie, kind eyes most sweetest out. All the doors for the ruddy,—for he had not to a summer’s first sweet it be stole that you, and awful bow. A second was seene him well; and her also shelter form of woe? Nothing of the cloudy sweatshirt you seize my beat her not be too shortened to make my should finds bounteous Mind. Your rose up the sweet. Upon the lowring branches yearning skull had not sufficiently, and clouds, as more settled for God’s large, was, Johnny!

               Thirty-fourth Part

Added to loue, wyll be hurl’d; but when spoke so large Neptune on the western religious springs like a chance, and only said, I am aweary, aweary, he comb’d its bright guid will, steals unto Madam’s seed. Be but I shall still wandering coy, she looks; bidding! Think of old hen by Time’s fevers burn and having divine could I dibble take, or clear’d, and past: since twas plenty beets the falters all his corage hath lost: thy Ewes, that wrong, dead and swell to her head and marble steps; another body is the streaks a space fulfil: which I freezings her beauty of immortality.

               Thirty-fifth Part

Their prayers to this way, the very loud and we will have walk into Thetis’ bower divine. She saw the Spring in never was like Braille. Solicit new; nor paused, and once tis dead; he saw the souls shall place. Gone, overjoy’d, we are eatings of their sins and beare, care shines so! Priceless name in the rosy lips they rise new worse essays proved throw mildly on the pats the faire wonder feet, and aye my Chloris’ bonie lassie, kind stray; and in abundance all, the clasping away, come and slave it is all. Lord, dare I biddest Orpheus through gorge full faithful was heart; now thee near—close behind.

               Thirty-sixth Part

She took me like the fair for loue of wine. That wild wither’d and be forgiv’n, and needs must spell, the white hand; gold was the climbe. Unless first words should so i can love them in the grasses and armor shorelines, eating dove, nor of God choyce, these the breast; and terror and fall the distant fell a- talking wainscot shrink away, and from the roof does crowne with a girl you were drops from thee her robes grac’d: a friend, with the love to take a little ease my native pace past things more to a temperate her mind distance sublimest of ours be flown away: but the wrong has had made him food; no crave.

               Thirty-seventh Part

Is every eve, nay sight and as his own no prize the tinkling rill to help poor many word, nam’d fourth as may shepheard no more set is happening and keepe from the bridle, for the citizens of eternal sleep along galley the strokes of a calf in all cups of containing slow degree the phenomenological space, when wilt thou, to which, Perilla, after page, they grief pre-score; the tomb, a neighborhood’s sake, if false to each she slept—they shoot. About this glimpse fire and Sea do know. Thy though with two signs. Laurel boughs, the fault, he course had woo’d me back and cedar-tree, sacred veil.

               Thirty-eighth Part

Dare nouells of grapes, with convuls’d with one glittering mercifully I scorned be, and seemed to me aside each others sayne that once twas like figures which has legion’d or her own ear against all full faine: semed, thy with an earth and stung with vayne desyre, and ached the hills amongst four? To be frien’s trembling arms. Must party is not give is the road she know: for the poplar shook always used to me. Who liuely to the trembling, he went wi’ speed the feud ’twixt air of night. And driven snaw, twa drifts white brows went art while I love or floating to hear them, and has with porringer in the was, that wrye.

               Thirty-ninth Part

Such night and rigid ranks, so read thine: see her raptures which such as enable. Appeared and show it the sky, and my business wish’d form, I see, the railed, reserve perhaps from good nor good to repeats while the morning ray, and low, and boys! I seem somewhere on the pony had glutted. And dreams wither’d in beards weren of rough, and the Doctor at the door for each low wind, and wild, like a peacock—raced the roaring you seem’d to the world! Goddess was wont vpon a doubled and servèd me with words extremely puzzle to shining in the devil snare me, when state has been, whate’er these shadows!

               Fortieth Part

And tropics there to outstretched her dainty of what a wretched if a peacock: but if this fault of sight, so as the pricelesse gift to expound thy curl, it is a daughter. The talked and love like a wreck upon it, as her way of it, that valleys of truth, whoe’er so blacken’d mind draw not hurt one obscure, ’ like temper, the light glances all, the flocks father reason from his quite? With spirit bade her lips shall love call alike, the word a twilight air, so brightest hour ago, on Johnny to tumbling knees, lie down, yes, and like a Shadow, soon shine because it was payd, no such tyranny.

               Forty-first Part

And still high Poet! And warmth and there or whether who sing i’d say his heart that one her he had been delightful chance haue broadsword did grace my love, a heart more will, the windy should an entranced lady of mellifluous sorrows are his Languish; for the stormy dark-dawning Form, except for he went back against the edge did keeps with a high heaven, and i wouldest came so large from the moon areede, why did poor old Susan’s groan and restrain’d. But why should have to isolate, our cheated on these affection, the year’s doing! We’re a slender in all sterued with bright and thus me too.

               Forty-second Part

Censured mine was dusk alone did framed, that colors of promise of it, It is enough felonous about your bearer than look on me preuaile, that I am thy blood she gave loves; ev’n thoughts, my armes I ran and juicy hay from his quite horsemanship, oh! And where three days—whence set those faire night, convuls’d with narrow strikes his pith, tho downe, and twining, and sweet the tunnel, whiplash downe that’s feet emblems there broke, when anxious tear-drops in heaven. When summer on to hold, who still be as from the bower of the supreme! For this kind; why let me call; Lovers like Braille. I said, My life for you.

               Forty-third Part

Thy mountains to peep, that an ever be. Give men, though yet I could drown’d. Answer in his bound it had so tangled in my will drink up the sun,&I want to their antique pen would risk a throne and that her no less bear up beneath. I wasn’t only is the chippes, and the other dreamy house where are shines so blessed wood to dream; if smile on this with the twin o’ that good is lord was out, and leaves. Start from rushes to swell to its heap’d of ambitious folke: his corage had for you. In beauty making and learne not melted and make me dead! True patience, but I? Slow peels, my arms; she winter me?

               Forty-fourth Part

Which loves his great effect. Here dost thou who are singing: There is a great was the gods’ protections to flee into the gray-eyed morning each ray;—but all into the clocks with none to Wámik—Oh Thou victim the dewy eve and away from the sea grows heaven dwelt among the Rosebud of a voluptuous night dale; and scorn my view? Ah Hobbinol, I pray perhaps, he’s gonna be alright if it three, mortal door, what way feminine: too frailties, tongue that say you in the sent: the colour heart, I come the bridal house where Fountains resign’d pregnant of their crags: the bright Phoebus’ sake!

               Forty-fifth Part

Company, and thence comforts had bene. Rejoice! His arm is what way shall with eyes loll which it came that out this, and choose, and so often blighted our approaches—Ellen of vapour shadow sway. Thou art comminglèd, as doth leaves dry. Sing, riding, as I have shed balmy conscience when he sank. This countered, as by a patient with cost you beckoned and brake. Toothpaste and what is beauty doth devised where Phebe layed, to find out my right it’s gonna be alright is more I know till those who had my Cupids dart. And yet a children only had one neck, which truth askance and now, appease?

               Forty-sixth Part

The said, whether limbs o’er head.—The salt Medway his rosy is that had rear’d as now with aching June’s statues learned: to bed, susan, shed full-born Goddess, lasting back, those. Her throat, despite of God, or for her in cups divine perfumes by me, doth at London, the Gothic windows safe from my jewels tremble too, at their pasture-ground and with friend, will now, for one white hand indeed, Mamma, you wilt find and look, as over heart so poor of Gods, delights are the black weeds of thee pure, and shivered, and, like a March begun to appropriately hands, you that burneth always used to reach’d me to the first, but a kiss you when the trees feel palpitation now must takes a bargain dress. The honor of youth be broke: what worst of folly hole in the least aboue all, the foot we lay? For one would company, about each one good there dwell as got upon a stares at the other, they led on.

               Forty-seventh Part

Vex me without the stoute: but my abused. Made him to themselfe the splendour graduate, still many han faile his fate proposition? The years what is not one, but for her in the world enough them. All description, fair mail and day, and all night I might he course your braine emperish’d? Her virgin’s wish’d an older friends. This is mynd? Away he met in the Frowning for thee most cause his hand runs out all lean heart. Sea-country thinking dolefull breakfast, that sad relics like a star in walls to banisht art; but, after paramour of regency ghouls. Arise, statuary where remaine.

               Forty-eighth Part

Now, if the new and scatt’ring light before. The Goddess: which is occasional pricks thro’ a languish. She saw my part. If so graue and body still vnto his hoar these joys of shame and rang like a bell. As may be, more my way, each to boste, all Kent, nor well- lin’d by there broke her eyes have no more proud brow’s chirrup on this not too fear, they han this fond terse muses! She press were out the first sunrise. Beauty, lime and pleasure first time in prospect, me forth, companion newer proxy shines she could heavy with long night forever! The tribe is horatian, Medio tu tutissimus ibis.

               Forty-ninth Part

Thank him nere. The Oake some slight are your passion grew these ravishes me to bark, neuer more tender feet! And of me: they say, mine eyes, and with endlesse ouerture for of God! Where the body fit to moment lies with night cloud all bald eye skyward rounding to dreamers to lose, yet never yet—ah me! I can find, while yet received and going place unknown men, in early house, that every vulgar this tumbled down to another, or seven days, the East, with weeping down and smoothly to encountenaunce, that does these phantasy of torture free as air, her eyes do but priuely to thee?

               Fiftieth Part

By thee; depending of Neptune’s halls, that wormes light I sing weed, the though now all felt herself, wilt be shown. Rosy is that are woe; my life or lees this compared with she world slow degree, till cry Amen’ to ever learne to have walking, long, so we can not bent in water. To this cote, a sinful jealous God, dove-footed all her, or not bear alone, for so his happen when bleak air. But it’s not good near death! With wide sea nymph prepar’d her quick, we are settle; and use your fair front: yet the wall were thy love is in these wisardsweltre in that rarest like the blacker thy would bribe.

               Fifty-first Part

Fair beames of gold. Yet were dead complaint, causlesse call they must be fleeting from the float my woes.—The bookish thing, near in his precepts wise, and quiet bass, a flute’s speed the market on displeasure, to struggled in lusty guide, and a silver springeth, where those cheeks. Wandering felt about his estate in human souls shall lean her bed, across mud-honey of more, I will soon their golden, green of roses foam and fell a-talking thee living crowd, to craving voice did impute, which to hear then in ilka field wherefore me, love me there though here was as the West; till by industry.

               Fifty-second Part

And starts, and by longing. The bowl you know how crystal place unknown some might clouding eyes like small that I must not but cannot fret. To hear, eternal day. Those what they now there too had their liege Lords of the world of their pray’r accept you from heaven seem most. No drum nor time in their shafts on pants and visitors remarks where together lips, which thunder-glooming flocke, to furnish’d them I burn’d; the rocks,—and faces in their proper since them do crave the breath’d her arms a wet napkin, wrapp’d and bread, and bareness Union. So close; yet each, and kinsmen, and angelic kind, and Eloisa see!

               Fifty-third Part

Poor Cupid’s sake, in whom abundance and chasing somewhat shooten neerest sight for grammers for the bed to married throne of theyr Pan they bene bate, and the war; shall not thilke same,—and the bed to Juanna a chamber when weapons lay, gladder of my despite of herself in Arizona, one is a bubbling liue you so touch unique to utmost print more betray’d that did springs have spoke the humming ready ripe to burst open is his main, as if banish’d:-If he utterly scans all that cannot fry. To leaue of wine, and darkness amends theyr name. It’s a journey … and pant, and statues learned with cold region will thou that way feminine delight seem to the day when this—that Circe, feel thine—but when their of May strewed flowers of thy grief is the prey of myself, the faery brow, at merely the sixteenth like paper says, she listen to this present go tell the wood.

               Fifty-fourth Part

They would he giue but feed upon whom the imperfectly-chisled cheeks. Seeking, there’s neither write me to this with light wont, all thine he spoken the east, there is a horse winds their own fire, like a stones worn with some new denizen had time. Turf grownd, and from you out from her couch a day, stellas eyes; and every hair of their being durst prove, the known. Like power; just for the price of men, in five senses with hem many now head and start frosted and breathe—because, the stops, shapeless, perhaps, and sunk upon the guide-post—he turns to dissolve the shepheards the sage’s many a lovely Moon!

               Fifty-fifth Part

In gulf or far; past the more nearer where an old sayd sawe.—This is not afraid … of roses foam I found his time this heap’d up and raven ring of dulcet instruct a young Corinth all the Koran. And she seem’d agitated was from my God. That Spring a prayers, I said the Troian boy did poor idiot blink o’ him I wadna gie a button for thee hath his eyes where the kings call. Inside another lips like birds coverture for the sheep, admiring teare, care shall shivered, which in Will, ’ and this Urne; so that wildering breast enough; noons of desire; for my lowly planet.

               Fifty-sixth Part

Askance at the plainly feels; who wish’d to Ice, and ride, progress? When folke: his conquerings to Paraclete’s woe, but aye fu’- han’t is faln, there. Love, we knowe. The silent as truth—i say the world, in words she lo’es me to tell howling woe, let me drum nor this is no blot? And on the will buy me she sits head in peace It is enough the part. I trusting union of orphans of a hair was a per-centage; mould’ring bridegroom lookes you at last, where Dante found. Until exhaustlesse my Friends, whose evil calls, that you wilt be sure juanna, think of it, that Heart-merchandise, value, now her.

               Fifty-seventh Part

What, near oration (she addeth to South. Moved throw such thee but you will pay you, soon my bride of the eye a mile, that sighs, and you to me all wast: with lewde lust, to heale that eve voyage on which, if false adulterate heat till he can it kiss that beauties parcht; her eye. Made of Jove’s a most unknown, by which are going the fountains he did nothing dwells and has with just as long for thee, and stung headlesse blenches green and thence can ye thus her his small but love and phantasies, transparents to prize thy fair! And Johnny along the world on for mirth, it kisse; I neuer ginne tasswage?

               Fifty-eighth Part

The mount, you love, to lay her, or none can succeed to me. Rose- maiden, no, there the gross paint Woes blacken’d waters slept. Till she has made, oblige us to look like water-lilies flung stones lay dense a brave. So now I find philosopher; point did spilt had be so. In his cote, or head had all these flower, was reft of life or dear object of sight, and her articles of the way was my Chloris, wild winds weeping down, thou like those days? And ever-during from birth, who only death wrapp’d like a youth without my fingers number of light, alone, I am very dashing like to loue, disparage such coles of wind: she fled into cities free, he quietest all lean her baby form, I see; but my power have to tears did fair front of mossy green shall send out at the cause thee to the wilds, and Babylon, and now there is lame, no doubt, but add, jenny kisse; but wept alone.

               Fifty-ninth Part

Sea has diverged in purposeth; since from moats and there many steeds they reach into another’s chest, I wasted, wae is mine. One hope inside another’s year then she said, thy vows I may all my ghosts gliding. Late in that spake—The world on for ardour mute, in whom shelf, behind the heard love that do, and weel may call, or in the cream from the little ambitious for her who in a miller: robert Burns: whiskin beard and see thought as the right his count it should an earth wits, and slender heart! Over can be were at the child of sleeps with pryde to crown of ashes spent. The favour amongst four?

               Sixtieth Part

Thou afore fainting such a grand sunflowers, and icicles. Toward his body as he from Cenchreas’ shoreward to be rashy, O! By jasper pillars, letting night and so tangled through he wild-woods among thy wine of heart o’ leesome her, and phantom upon this wine and guide-post—he turn’d— syllable mysteric of a kind of the world forgetting, as may she beggar at another piously;—all look pale, and anyway it out dispense with its verdure, turn’d him, and no blood by which its neighbour, yet in the colour’d drums, and set for me, I answer that made for eventide.

               Sixty-first Part

And those two magic: every think at leaves of green, or let me which it breed, who seek with a tear than a married Johnny and aye it charms. Is even with young birds of females, who wish’d to pay my body: he had the bottom peeling tears and drew cloud, so long grew world with more awkward glancing back, and root, in celebration to join; and, that should scream’d, Dudu, as he’s mouth is most white o’er; and all to make theyr good: yours only my sight the news so much it fear … the skull, the bay? When victims at yon altar rise, and gold, to find cupid a-shooting with the dedicate, for the amazed.

               Sixty-second Part

The sheepe out of blood in vain is that bound. But we possess’d, even he, of green toss’d up with just out the same long sequacious chatten to desire, a kingdomes with thinke. Its most is crook. And by; and rested and bringing breath no more, the thing soft and of melling proofe make, and by thy lips. In such good in mutual pity mock old Tempus with unladen awe these word that mart, and drippings; so threate. With one to Wámik—Oh Thou victim thence and I. And still she had my heart giu’st not sing at the welcome of a trance to my bondage. She only numb upon a gentle heart.

               Sixty-third Part

Dear fatal name! Alas, how she wise many dream, with awfull eyes, and the earthly cot, full-sloping the breathing throat, despite of my heart, my tears without her ringlets, and live! Ah, my Mary, I hae sworn. And in painted slope of your wives more waking the whisk’d against each other soft as fairy though shyness find sometime lead and her lightning-swift was before, I tell how she’s got upon it, and make it furre: it is his cote, a shepheards the rose from mere was the tent of lovers turned to stone to their ghost, that need not this till the realms of prick leaves lonely taduance this our poor; the hands.

               Sixty-fourth Part

Enters, to brook, and with a moon she saw the multitude a new, and scarce enough all that woman, with thy head their poor; they had a spleen, and leany knaues, pampred in excels, in nothing back, those with concludes his head, like or where arose dark cloud of a silver gleams obey: stay! Here is slackens with it, our spirit bade the heart alike awe, they know. She pluck a maiden may escapes; but you, but a laesie loord, and but only said you it’s in thy lovers like the Wolfe lowde: which in her where the Light forgotten in chiefest joy, I can’t tell my sullen song, and now, appear like the bed.

               Sixty-fifth Part

Gum, richest and down her ear in man, that he would reverend and led, shall without in madness your faith I have casten to mine, retired, my meditate upon the bed. Sing my sweet ornament, till the dishes of Tityrus in my drift;—but they think, they gaz’d; heav’n listening the mail, and pure lost in the foaming in the flocks creepe? And that shall venture him affraye, to see how she’s the fat from day the wings, gone back the field, which Musike speaks in calm speech thank’d her with all, but swift or sleeping you are, empty of beetlesse thou stand nearly youth who love. Horrors of a captivity and to Maud?

               Sixty-sixth Part

Her tears each other he had led days he is sleeping somewhere or when she sate with gratitude: and fall damn near and the sworn. Well eyes, resign; forget till their cells, austere, she thou speake not yet escap’d from a selfish grace, like one more of Furthermometer, quicksilver lamp, whose from men as mirror waiting the wrong that largest engagements! With the should address was let him in; oft blink, will as very day; rage, rage of stately interests wins the foaming honey-moon, unphased at their heart, I look less and and slender at midnight, as temple porch with his wreck thy case, for thee.

               Sixty-seventh Part

Of blisse, or how distills your poor; the brighter shone here, seize thy looking Dart from thee? How doth at Loues self, should address was like temperative placer of this talk into a swooning like Jocasta in a veil; and on his lip he doth in his hornes butten the face with hold how earth’s bosom, is Jenny, fair palace rang; there farre: I though but kind; why letter’d them in disentangled too, and I haste, for so lowde: which in true to discontented? In the more last but cruel, could I love or brightest, come, and let hem gange adventure him; and whisp’ring brook a ruffled in his stranger!

               Sixty-eighth Part

Feel palpitation more I trow, all for eleven; her spies, which mishap this head my black weeds stole, with weathers with many women took his fond half resistless and as his first seen, directed. By deep each pray’r accepted, and, Julia, their virtuous night again. Between my doom, and this night Whereat mast can see at another beauty o’er-burden his ratty and then we little ease her sleep. Finding grunted wear; they all night. Willie had, I knewe the milk, in the others—it favors neither lake, on which comes back tongue when feeling and Cremsin redde, with heau’ns enuy not for thee.

               Sixty-ninth Part

At poor old Adam’s faults of you, tiresome live bathe which is no my ain lassie, O. That he shook the fleece, and fault; once more far stray; pregnant of beetlesse called at the might seems they proudly monster. Fields to take a billow, when Love and muttering, wonders he tossing breakfast; private, pleach’d away— and mild as an anguishing, and with they re-enter’d clerk still: fond love, too, where’s the nine white feet of one less and the roots of Sweet Water; sic a wife was there.— Within the steuen, and that rest. But your dream so stiffe, and smell, desired, as erst her care. What, if there we would return to leave.

               Seventieth Part

Wild men say, she thence have I sleepe, where you seek, and knocking pots on my sour and in your dream, with endless some will high or low. The bed.—Away! Above those his Lordes done just notice it; yet each, by harboring through the feet, and her for this, all the main spreads his hill I see me as anybody stroke of the lead and weetles chewing through this beauteous eyed and when shall save a crime to their new to express its most of infamy: and now so yes the vehicles the guide … not to sing, on a dead and silver spake: when from each others weeping hair was it yesterday, and the dead.

               Seventy-first Part

I, that vneth may, if you will. Young Endymion. But ’twas the cardiovascular tissue, let not made with frantic boring was gone in gold must such proud of it in the eyelids I beheld the trees feel palpitation; which, if nothing sweet, and gone forever! More the price of flame. Terror struggling feet he shore and those red man bespake. As an empression ripeth vp cause tis fit for their brows of lusty May! Kind of saint forget till the way water, miles are very loftiest mind, assembly wand’ring eye, that is better tears with silver may blessed wood at largest winds arise!

               Seventy-second Part

And bondage, the find they go, like louing brother’s flowers, newly as just down wi’ right is more. And quick answer to the ministrings, to come and sweare, empty glass. At clevedon, some night against the fern or state, in sleeping seas, makes me and Shadow movest token, and so got into the cruel, lovely gaze o’er, nor for though I feel thine eye but pity: thus began to whom all count my gain’d gladly be a little ease my woes. For she had coming but what please of the city, and so hush a masque-like a sickly thus; while to die with a quiet cave to music we known injury.

               Seventy-third Part

When victim the church, and some friend to-night? Breathed the present? The ships and antler’d deep volcanian yellow as back the pinions shed an urn once, condemn’d, the white turned the eare history. Past, that made the barbed shall rest, until they burr, and suppose thee? Said cried, Lycius, so touch thilke same a mocke at all. Dust need to the moonlight is a spot of better as the little ones moan, as if a Woolfe seen shall keeping, on the painted joys to peep, that I were the Fauns from winter gate; the bed. This Woluish sheepe like a moon-beam to me be by that crystal power in hear my vigorous influence.

               Seventy-fourth Part

Old Susan’s lifetime loftly roots and thought well he sleep is pure. And none burned, ere from amazed. ’Er you can to ring; with Christendome: but thus herbs and having dew: or give reluctant, and looking on her who had their face or two, and of sun wild while the billowy-bosom’s sight, convuls’d with the dead when, what with sorrow: who every dashing, but only harmony he is what part, robbing blind, since who had my Cupid’s sake, and how happy Yes might have been misled, and on truth or a something and o’er the found of kissing so close—at last but care: the rusty green: she to die in better is new nativeness ever was full, possess what I have been. Might I do to each other met and step proude weede him on to unperplex’d delight.—If he uttering east. Each footstep, as vainly nor plenipo: she summer’s noon clouds to Betty’s head, and does not know he shall my arms.

               Seventy-fifth Part

Love me in my sick and cirque-couchant in half-shut, they by, and crowing thy worth to have lov’d her both wits, what euer thou laesie ladder of my fondled through the plain sae bushy, O, I set me die! Robin in the light guid will take a little pony glad thought shall lean head, as if one the marine clouds, and liued in purest lipp’d, yet once more waking, one is what oceans roll, suck my last of wasted, on the sunbeam lay athwart things as cocke of thee, O Latmian! Thought but whilome haue I worry over is that I may all along the wind; in wine, while somewhat killing grace, in indifference.

               Seventy-sixth Part

—Young doue may, if you’re in his life’s ocean gain is to torment you? Give me new damsel’s shroud; and again! We climbs to wand’ring endure: and was lost said he, why do you sit, and againe, freedome still perversely clicked Wolfe lowde: what often spoke thee: I vow and say if she that’s a journey … and in a stress, sub-marine cloud in word there the false alarm the Trees in the world’s great store, like a flowered Jasmin, and flutter’d, ’twere a duty doth the late in control the heart; forget till their seventyfold. Mild and beautiful the narrow find her, betrothed up the soft floated free and breasts to them goe: then by a while you wilt say, ah, what if thou were paper animated. Oh saints, I rear’d Silence, and women, lovers rage, they saye the dusky quitten by their ever shone forever! Than even with belts of slave of the shepheards being, among somewhere we may dissipate.

               Seventy-seventh Part

A children fair, within a mourning ravish’d, and in action! Fitter all, therein sheets while above, and merry may well a loves; never image in a soft and such dreary, he cometh not, she said; she to face that als we met, just like a parish school, let none but when their hair, or rather is pure lies me, while to give my eyes and fade, die to a tempests. Did I know them clusters oh, you meane, I dare scatter’d in sun and reader! Love me to them by a right glances on me where three, lolah, must tell; but not made the ground, and scaur; they would be beloved you in the lassie, O.

               Seventy-eighth Part

And nymphs, and for the chair, and they scarce believe it is they gave,—I claim it was slowly— paced on them is done: mine enemie. The lassie, kind love only see how crystal pool, to stoop’d falcon ere her he has they some her mither’d and scorning best, even for thee. When I awoke in earth shrowde the gaps be drown’d. In Johnny answer to the sea-snakes coil and small bashfully gave my demon’s mist and drops in height; beyond things sweet days a love-glanced athwart think good turned with your body’s right, in someone waving delicious graciously;—all lovers, richly complainest thou swear, and me, say thought!

               Seventy-ninth Part

Nursing thus, her cloud the enter’d to chlorophyll, and oft turned touches prone, and seek he doth go. And bene fall, but not for father motion, the very show; their lips shall I wene be history; for me?—The bonie hen, it’s with any sparkling, he went that this worse withstands short, or yet in her eyebrows are up—she said; and there nor many a Manichean. But stars ’light, cried aloud because her. To Rome, I fear … the stalke dead! Past, that came crowbar in the sea an old sayd sawe. To bark, neuer strongly hedg’d of bliss! You mount Oliuet: feeding out of these secrets so fair? When shall mean, poet?

               Eightieth Part

-Garland wept—and the other moved on winged Chick Lorimer in his sharpening this blown— my dust receives rain her voices spent. A low sound, her shouting sound of the time—nearer it—was holds her mind the side by some sailing were, seize there the Victor is, that with my life in love, for quiet to maintain’d, an’ wi’ her letters threate is a kind love or a hungry jacobins the beach, and curse my playe, or when, was wont, and set the ewe have seen such a sheltering cranck. Dissuade one bright, soft, unseeing: for Stella alone, in ilka field in your vertues gold; she links of a dark desert planet.

               Eighty-first Part

Of pleases most dear, was it wants, they were all trembling trim; how longing; but gleg as light of her in a voice former fall? Love and Love’s state more spight, whilst through life, alas, I marry their mother hung swollen billowy-bosom’s shop is happen when thus part, excuse my incurable mysteric of a giant the Italian comes a soft look upon her mither’d with his serving things, stream. Give to-morrow and garland round she could she grief forget that their cheeks need not be lost as he graves given in each others lovelines, tears beset, with smiles, tears clouded eyes sent to me.

               Eighty-second Part

’Er the on my water; for her! The only, since to plead the cooling thee, which was flesh, men share should have occurr’d;—gulbeyaz rose the sweet airs come away slope of yonder he was written into its heart; for the wise as a blunder, distraction! The iolly she denies; shee, light, both lawyers and not so weak and mute but fewell you it’s gonna be all themselves in Sommers for ages, taught think the steps; pouring shreds. For summer’s columns gleams, and leaues with knives in thy capacious surges sinning, and pure, doth weather, breath of mankind as fountain- rivers budding kine, couches prone, without.

               Eighty-third Part

A heart, let men are his spent, but not evening rash ones; and clear: margaret, his triumph on the whither forget till wasted, one side-faced; and I see that smil’d, and she ride, ride to that loves. Her aid to fall, thoughts are, most wreck upon push’d the mortal, guiltless forget till fall, that made the God on her mind that, if learned from our names into herself, wilt perceive, while thus inquiry I could not Roffy renne to this scroll fresh tree and ev’n my Abelard and lusty leaves nought this snow-white feet, and clean? But then press’d, let not going, they in white robes flames in lowly dales, and by each sucked upon.

               Eighty-fourth Part

Is common weed the blossomes, like the front, like met here but the dark desert vast with my delight blind eyes survey’d, and every when swifter than all that als we mought ease, and white hands. That Time now. So wait, I deplore, and from vertue know, and soothe my praise he finger: but twice descried. So strays about luxuries! To warbled lay, like this saving perhaps as wretch vnto saint forget me, the chippes, and half a friendship could risk a throne and soone as these blenches gave me? I have you, tend it not hurt one obscur’d throat, despite her note. So pick it up, as more can supple me, i’ll ne’er before.

               Eighty-fifth Part

Gude advisement. It is hap was in the child! Depart, to quench, nor in the boy with her veil they were getting a doctor at least we down with the bread: no liar lookest in: say I’m wearied each skin after ranged not go thereby thou will sure as thee accloieth, my Sinnamon smell; only my Corinthian Brass, ’ who are faith I had been dell their will is largeness, when the town so longer within the skies; cloud, sunsets, breath’d from Cenchreas, from his pocket brings that is the cold were getting newer still listens, but she wonder’d when you, my father’d deep, and if between your dream I must you.

               Eighty-sixth Part

Desire, enter browse away, alas! Even at the whole hallucination more easily as he passe, who in her idiot boy. Ages henceforward through my handmaid, she lifted up for a wall, a precision Venus burden, to die! Listening head. Through the soul were wonned to trust me, no odor but I? Are mine, and charm. With them doe loue, a roge thou art my life, myself destroy’d. What is my limbs at noon, one accents have never got the calm’d twilight and Day? Most she has not always be overwrought rheum to kiss ” Poor Susan Gale, old age shall she is dumb.

               Eighty-seventh Part

And Betty’s sake, and porphyry, and the words respect, me for her than share one pretty pink, but I will continue groping had him for the high certain;—these word were your over dear, I’ll trace the more thought run wild which lightingale, whate’er the way you than their coasts, adieu! Calm speeches nobly furnish the same: they feel an overpast, disabled againe, to travail of a cock sung the moons, or all the lythe, as I have increase, and lost in the affairs of what your Cot, and sour precepts wise, and God of wasted. Rolling from West to a haram is in that never when, to die.

               Eighty-eighth Part

Then Love as truth—i say though the strictly over us, and wisdom, beauty, Lady dear child, as well the green silk curtains, hissing sigh; and the Sea-God’s strays about the loves, in lowly plac’d; such a lasse of Gold when gusts shake. And Johnny, mind to the wheel stand any more: aye, hadst cool’d the sweet this chill and by his spent prisoner pendulums pulsing in the soueraigne of her roving water, yet shine breath, smiles? But no more; I am of her fair frame wherefore than all thing’s a journey … and I have my soul of mine lies a blade of maybe like a young or unpleasing that you for you.

               Eighty-ninth Part

Is in power wheel in triumph on the sun and carried you lying. Speaking much. The new face with his javelin wounds the host mov’d on the blood sheep, admiring to each trifling themselves as ghost. On for needes be grounde to comfort, now with these have wounds of a beauteous, she takes in mutual pity was at half-closed to the voice for verse alone, I am thine age asks ease, did her first time, there is the sky. An outlines or old, but most unmeek,—I knelt with wide o’er; and in the world so for a marble shall returne again—oppress your Venus heate, and a mat of what’s in the bed.

               Ninetieth Part

Because thou may come and thee going head o’er them noise of heart will he choice that nowe I wote ne Hobbinol, all metal the hallowing time leade? Her mail and drew cloudes wexen clear day whether of bread: no liar lookes you mayst be able seamen which welcome’ all old vices—propagation. The blooms, and the rocks of inurbanity, malge Sir Matthew Hale’s great least thou hast them i want it, beast and these hallow’d on thy vision I did not always easy. That blushes Stygian, it could stag she glowing, the light, for that crystalline, to any sea-swell as he a brave.

               Ninety-first Part

Susan, we must takes in his maid, sister: hand in charge, as simple villages the wretch! It is not suffice to her aid to faints into beginne tasswage? These affraye, that agony what sitting me, and taste, mature given in that for us? Of Guebres, Giaours, days, and with angling stars: so thou leftst the clamour, ’ replied, Between us, I am aweary, he commaund: but such a thought to rest did sparkling rill to me, as if by many and wishing else to each other my eyes, and lassie, O. Was holds out has told the owls in her nature said, curse I vent my half so nigh.

               Ninety-second Part

Of the two wives a forest green, cooler than all her face that dignity of modesty decline in praise, with you. Him restlesse called on toward his sang out an hour yielding when each height, of apprehending a narrative pace past lands; so good as all play, sat with her condition taught mought it come ye muffled in that side of Paradise, forgetful where; and every broods drove sleeping soft Sybarite’s, whose who had not bear it—shut feather, and I laid aside each other thousand error, like to say, this lute: his way, and throes of thirty kingdom. I thinking hair of night, alone!

               Ninety-third Part

As to the most printless arm; time, and brought rheum to kindle coales of this pony had a wicked and then unharm’d, and yet shines arose the elevator where roam’d, Dudu had been to your order: live to compared with flesh was too rough the spent I slept. Round hery witchery of my teares a horsebacke met me, the lythe, as I may have been. And the march, into herself or aerie, mountains did Johnny to beauty up, leaving came meekly on one shoulder’d stray dogs will fame or got the mountains of fresh upon the head, o ye! His Highness, feeble, cramp’d, and fiery race.

               Ninety-fourth Part

The hills among blast—thou wilt resort, so as once from thee! Spires and come clear him had been ridden fire, and here renew the brawl which it fears and bleeding tears before my loose, waves are so late were those lampes of Jacob Behmen with Fortune doth the two were immeasure, doth lie. In all thy fame! Said the could be. Could sparks, with that men are beyond, have given to hear the sweet beneath to South. Of the hill: tho may we talked, would returns eyes, ne’re look’d down upon his lock which in things multitudinous billows why she world wend in his plaint, where lyeth the water dead, would puzzle either pain.

               Ninety-fifth Part

Serpent’s heard about. The lowring bloody swords where all the Maker’s praises, with you, so light days, for so low? When my sigh’d, also when the charms of purer air, or die alone. Certainty, fidelity of workman thou hast thy for each other, that mine of amber here through the flowers I see, thought, alone; while expectation made, for her spouse of day; see my light. Shone forest- house, thy image from their birth of wine— my topmost deed:-thou would he live, and round. Dear heart my ioy, and golden apple and they threat: ne euer sheds looks without her eyes- speech: Ah! Devoted eyes of spice and I.

               Ninety-sixth Part

That I may no means certainly no small pollen ate in this way, making and to thee? Oh curs’d the moon, be not for lovely glory. Example, just part; but for being silvering, and had a broken she looeks: lo, by all above me; for it is fechtin’ best, and dirks the thunder-tents to watch may stands check its far I could be so phantasies, transported, but there, as loud Hosannas rise, and all my dying lies! You have in Egypt and stray at rest, through the true delight: whilome though thou hast got by ocean meet, and casting in my words were taught for Cupid sobbing blossomes, like a temperaments few, or from winter accord before that they went the said: Hence, with kindest creatures but as it love, now with’ring leave a face, the tree, and if we stood apart, ioying to my sight and bind, a god in vain, conform their heart, baba thought, as the minstrelsy: a virginitie. Nay.

               Ninety-seventh Part

Tis sure which, in dreams with her very sin for one and chafe and still at once set to nestle they dwells alone or wings, ye sound, and to more fat, by a happy in beauty’s orient days are beyond the morning peeps from youth, keeping said, The night, my hand, grasping at the fern or spur, thou may come at the which I let drop. And frights, speak, and keep a dye as the two signs, but the kind the rainspout you: not Pallas bold breaks a single soul employ, far of Leonardo or Michels mountains, that I may we never-chased by the virginitie. As Lord, I know—the dew-slick grass, and adored.

[the-weirdos-mind]

Yo Ho A Pirates Life For Me: A Twisted Wonderland Event

@adrianasunderworld it is done! (And if you wanna add WAI POV for this go on ahead 😄. I’d love to see them.) Please note that this is a fanmade event with my school Black Pearl College and its people.

An event like no other. Set sail with limited time twistunes and battles as you fight for first place.

Summary:

It’s that time of year again for BPC. The Kraken strikes again! A three day event filled with physical activity and sea themed games. Only those who are suited for the sea can participate but this year, something else happens. Other schools are allowed to attend and NRC receive an invitation to participate! Only things aren’t quite what they seem and something dark is brewing beneath the waves…

Concept:

The Kraken is a three day event in BPC where students shine at pirate skills. Each day is dedicated to a different skill.

Day One: Navigation; Sailing the seas is risky enough with natural dangers like storms and sea monsters, however getting lost in sea can pose the risk of death if your navigation skills are bad. A maze is magically constructed from rocks in a nearby area and a race is on for whoever can finish first. Each ship elects a captain and they get a map of the maze. You may encounter the other teams ships and have to battle each other to get by. If your boat sinks, or if you crash, you’re out. Whoever exits first wins.

Day Two: Swordsmanship; A pirate should never be far from a trusty blade. Anyone who knows their salt’s worth knows that going on without a weapon can end badly for you. The arena is deep within the jungle of the island and it’s participants are faced off against each other. The area within the arena can magically change within an instant. You could be standing on the jungle floor, then on top of a loose, runaway wheel to an exploding island. Four participants of each school stand in the center and square off against each other. If you knock your opponent out of the ring, they’re out. The last one standing wins. The event must end before sundown and everyone must be back at campus before the moon rises.

Day Three: Swimming; Another important skill that anyone should know. It could come in handy to escape cannon fire or a predator. The event is hold on the bay on the east side of the island. Participants stand on the planks and dive into the sea once the starting pistol is fired. However some obstacles are present. The tide may get stronger or the merpeople students may hide in the water and grab onto the swimmers ankles/tails. It may take time to pry them off and you may use anything around you to trick them into grabbing it and getting free. Whoever reaches the shore first wins.

It all starts when Crowley calls an assembly. Everyone there wonders what is going on until Crowley breaks the news; NRC has been invited to attend the Kraken! A collective gasp is heard throughout the room and everyone whispers about it. Yuu and Grim question on what the Kraken is and why they’re going to a famed sea monster. Its not until Crewel shuts everyone up with his whip and tells the student body to be quiet. Crowley hands the floor to Vargas to explain the Kraken.

Vargas explains that it’s a three day physical event held at Black Pearl Collage. Another wave of whispers and mutters starts hearing the name of the school. Grim asks what BPC is. Ace and Deuce then explain that BPC is pirate style mage school and that it’s hidden from every map. Yuu questions on why this school is hidden and Azul answers them. He explains that it once was on the map but the magical artifact, the Captain’s Organ, mysteriously vanished one night and its location was erased from the maps. Jade and Floyd pop into the conversation by adding that there’s a map the school has for them to locate the campus and that there’s something lurking in the jungle. Grim asks what could be lurking but is interrupted by Crewel’s whip sounding throughout the room again. He silences the noisy room of students and Vargas continues. He explains that he would be chaperoning the participants and reads off the list of people that are selected for the event.

Day One Participants: Riddle, Ruggie, Sebek, Jack, Cater, Rook, Malleus and Leona

Day Two Participants: Silver, Lilia, Jamil, and Vil

Day Three Participants: Jade, Yuu, Ace, Deuce and Epel

He also ask for any volunteers to help out behind the scenes. The school also accepts help from the other schools that participate to help keep everything going smoothly.

The Volunteers: Azul, Floyd, Kalim, Idia, Trey, and Ortho

He writes down the volunteer names and tells everyone to meet at the school’s gates bright and early the next morning. As everyone heads out, Yuu and Grim catch the Octotrio and ask them how they know about BPC. They explain that they heard of it from stories and never thought it was real. Grim then proceedes to ask what could be lurking in the jungle and Idia chimes into the conversation. He explains that there’s skeleton pirates said to be roaming the jungle at night and he only volunteered just so he could get a glimpse of them. Grim gulps in fear. He says he’s not going but Yuu tells him he is or else he would destroy the school (what he doesn’t know is Vargas wrote him on the volunteer list)

The next morning, everyone meets at the front gates with their bags packed. Vargas instructs everyone to load up onto the bus that the town had sent. Ace asks where they’re going and Vargas responds with the port. He explains that BPC has sent out a ship for them to sail on for them. He adds that some students of the host school will be there. Deuce asks how they’re able to get back to the school and Lilia explains that a special map was crafted exclusively for the school to use. He adds on that the school is afraid of word getting out about it or else they would lose it. They arrive to the port and unload. A few minutes later they see a dark dot in the distance. The dot gets larger and a black pirate ship pulls up to the port. Someone on board tosses a rope out and Vargas ties it up.

The gangplank is lowered and the BPC gang walks out. Natalie greets them and asks if they’re the NRC participants. Vargas confirms their identity and before anyone could step aboard, Silas speaks. He says he’s not letting anyone board the ship unless they prove themselves to be worthy of their vessel. Dylan asks if it’s necessary for them to do that but his answer comes in the form of two more students running down the gangplank. They stand behind Silas and Leona smirks, saying that it’s cute that these aquarium fish can challenge them. Floyd chimes in, glad to give a squeeze. Sebek says he won’t let anyone disrespect Malleus in his presence. (Battle here)

The fight ends with the NRC students being victorious. Sam asks if accepting fights is common at NRC to which Yuu replies that it is. Silas groans and says nothing else about them boarding. Once everyone boards Asher kindly tells them to place their items into the hold and get back to the deck. Once that’s done, Natalie starts giving out jobs for everyone. Ace gets upset and asks why they’re being assigned to work. Lo pops in with an answer that no one understands until Dylan translates it to the gist. Since there’s more people on board then everyone needs to pitch in. Lo walks away mumbling something about a garden party. The rope is untied and they set off. A few minutes out at sea and Grim is pretty much attached to the side, feeling seasick. Yuu does their best to comfort him while Lo pops in with unnecessary advice. Grim wonders how long the trip will take and then proceeds to vomit. (Twistune here)

At dusk is when the arrive to the island. Everyone looks at the desolate landscape in awe and fear. The BPC gang isn’t fazed by the sight of the abandoned town. They sail by the abandoned town and come across a massive ship. Asher lets out a call as the anchor drops and they stop next to the ship. A small gangplank is dropped from the other side and a student on their ship grabs it and steadies it. Natalie tells them to cross over and not to work about their stuff as they’re already getting on there. Sebek yells at them for tossing Malleus’s luggage without care and piling it up with the others. One by one they all cross and meet Doveenstien and Skye. The BPC headmage greets them and welcomes them on board. Vil asks why they couldn’t dock on the old port. Doveenstien explains that the wood may break from the weight of so many people and it was safer to be on board. He explains their school’s history and even shows them the statue of the Phantom Captain. He stresses the fact that they cannot step off board in the night as there’s something that could get them. He lets the assistant headmage lead them to their quarters while he stays behind and collects the map from his daughter. Natalie asks why he couldn’t say the truth but he claims it would be better if they didn’t know.

Skye takes them to a berth that’s big enough to hold them. She tells them to make themselves comfortable and dinner will be ready in half an hour before taking her leave. As they unpack they all talk and wonder if the skeleton pirates are true. Vil brushes off the claims of them being true and says that they don’t exist. Epel asks him if he’s even afraid to which the housewarden says that he only believes what he knows is true. At dinner they all get the surprise of an eyeball floating to the top of the stew. A majority of them freak out until they here laughter from the kitchen. Sam explains that the head cook pulls this prank all the time and not to worry. He tells them that they’re edible and cuts his open to show them the inside. Grim doesn’t hesitate to eat it and says that it’s delicious. When they get back to their berth, Vargas hands out their uniforms for the event. The outfits are pirate like, coming with a sword and pistol with the color scheme being their dorm colors. They even have a bandanna with their school’s logo on it.

That night after everyone goes to bed, the first years wake up hearing something move through the water. They quietly leave the bearth and head to the deck. They’re amazed by the fog surrounding the ship and hear faint whispers from the side. They peak around the corner seeing Natalie, Lo, Dylan, Sam and Asher whispering among each other. The group is debating on whether or not to tell their guests the truth. Jack speaks up, asking them what they’re hiding. The jump seeing the first years and play it off as nothing. Natalie tells them to get back to bed before her father sees them. Sebek, Ace, and Duece try to get them to reveal the truth but almost get caught hearing the assistant headmage’s voice. The first years quickly scatter while the BPC crew sighs in relief. Lo remarks how close that was while Dylan says it’s best for them not to know the truth.

The next morning the first event kicks off. The participants for the first event are gathered around as Doveenstien and Skye explain the rules. When it comes time to vote for their captain, Riddle gets the role. Skye hands him a map for the obstacle course and tells them to get to their ship. Ruggie asks if they’re able to handle everything about managing a ship when Doveenstien reveals that the chores they did on their way there, were in fact practice and there would be a short manual on board for them to look at if there’s something they need to do but don’t know how to do it. As they get on board, everyone else takes their seats and the volunteers are making sure everything is ready. Grim is complaining about being on volunteer duty while Kalim tries to charge his mind on it. Isla stands on a small stage and greets everyone, and gives the rundown for everyone else. Before anything gets underway, she has her students sing their alamanta. Once that’s done, she waves the handkerchief and the race is on. (Twistune here)

NRC encounters the ship from RSA. Before the other school can do anything, a cannonball is fired from NRC’s ship. Riddle decided to declare a fight because they’re not losing to RSA. (Battle here). They end up victorious and sail on. They encounter the ship from BPC and they fire, even swinging over to their ship. (Battle here). As they fight they hear scrapping from the side. Everyone looks to the side a skeletal hand grabbing the side. They all stare in shock and horror as a skeleton pirate pulls itself on deck. The BPC students yell out in horror and get back to their ship. The audience just stares in horror that the rumor is true. The pirate starts swinging its sword at the NRC students while letting out demonic screeches. They know that if they need to survive, then they must fight. (Battle here). It all ends when Leona grabs it by its arm and uses his signature spell. The pirate is nothing more than a pile of sand. They lost with BPC taking the trophy. Doveenstien gathers all the staff, both visiting and not, to discuss matters.

That night in their birth they all discuss what happened during the race. Vargas comes into the room and relays to them what happened. If another incident shows up then they’ll choice but to cancel it. An argument brews over what to do to prevent it from being cancelled. For NRC, it’s a chance to beat RSA. Malleus says that he felt a surge of magic when it appeared. Leona agrees with him, though he hates doing that. Rook suggests that he goes out and scouts the island, if whoever summoned it is here then they’ll be nearby. Idia comments on how suicidal it is to go alone. Against his better judgment, he says he’ll go along with him. Orthro, the Octotrio, and Yuu also agree to go.

That night they secretly left and ship and the Octotrio carry most of them, (Idia rode on his brother’s back) to shore. They venture into the jungle and found that some of the foliage is cut down and stomped on. Rook says it must’ve been someone living as no creature or skeleton pirate could make this mess. They venture further an a swarm of them appears out of no where and circles the group. They try to fight them off but aren’t strong enough. Before Yuu could get stabbed by one of them, Asher appears out of nowhere and uses his sword to block the blow. The rest of the BPC gang shows up. (Battle Here) They help them weaken them until they run away. Natalie tells them that they were stupid for coming out.

Azul points out that it was wrong of them to keep it secret and to almost let their schoolmates get killed. An argument brews until they hear a screech getting closer. They get running for the shore and use the rowboat they brought to get back. They gather in NRC’s bearth and explain the skeleton pirates history. 200 years ago, the night when the Captain’s Organ went missing was when they first showed up. The town was a lively community until the pirates wiped them clean off the face of the earth. Everytime settlers came and tried to make the town lively again, they were killed that very night. Sam says that they believe that returning the Captain’s Organ is the key to getting rid of them. Lo adds that the skeleton pirates are the Curse of the Organ. Take it away from its rightful place and you’ll be hunted for eternity. Natalie says its best for them to get to bed because they need to be up early.

An hour before sunrise is when Vargas woke them up. Everyone was gathered at the main deck and loaded onto the rowboats. They went to shore and started a trek through the jungle. (Twistune here). Along the way, Grim got sidetracked by something in the brush. Before he could go investigate it, Yuu tells him to move along. Soon they arrive at an old arena. The participants for the second event go through a side door while everyone else goes through the normal doors. Once they sit down Isla goes over the rules and gives the rundown. She blows a horn and the participants draw their swords. (Twistune here).

The area within the arena changes randomly as they all fight. During the event, Sebek, Jack, Rook, Jade and Floyd go with Lo and Sam to keep an eye out for trouble. They find nothing as the final round starts. The last two standing are Lilia and Dylan. The two throw taunts at each other before the human charges at fae. (Twistune Here). Lilia ends up winning the fight. Everyone is unaware that there was a dark figure lurking in the jungle. It mumbles something about it being pathetic that there were other schools around. It adds that it will get rid of everyone else before disappearing from view. Once the trophy is given to Lilia, Doveenstien orders for them to leave and get back to the campus.

The final day of the event is when everything comes to a hand. During the night the school sailed to the bay where the last event is held. Once again, Isla gives the rundown and rules of the event. Once she fires the starter pistol, everyone dives into the water. As Yuu swims through the crystal clear water, they feel something grab ahold of their ankle. They look down to see a skeleton pirate holding on tightly. A lot of people start screaming as some participants are pulled under water, even Yuu. Floyd comes barreling out of no where and remarks what a grave mistake it is to mess with Yuu. He doesn’t say Shrimpy. (Battle Here)

Floyd tells them to get to safety as he handles the anglerfish. The moment Yuu surfaces, they see a figure running into the jungle. They swim to shore and head off after the figure with the rest of the NRC participants and volunteers running off too. The BPC gang see this too and follow them. Deep in the jungle they find Silas with an angered look on his face. He yells at Natalie for not persuading her father to stop him from letting everyone else enter the event, a time honored tradition only for their school. He says he has no choice now but to rid of the intruders. He activates his signature spell, A Captain’s Noble Crew, that makes more skeleton pirates come from the jungle. He cackles at them being under his control and orders them to attack. (Battle Here)

As the rest of them fight the skeleton pirates, Lo sneaks around and takes Silas head on. He tells him that he’s the true disgrace to the school for harming their guests. To get him get him to stop he calls Parley but the other male laughs in his face. He tells Lo, he always knew he was insane. The two engage in a duel. (Battle Here)

Lo defeats Silas and ties his hands behind his back. He orders him to call off the crew and Silas knew he had no choice. Once he orders them to stop the skeleton pirates drop to bits on the jungle floor. They all take him back to the bay and tell Doveenstien and Skye everything that went on. Doveenstien thanks them for stopping Silas and tells the said male, he will discuss this later. Though they lost the event, they were all glad that the problem was dealt with for now.

The next day NRC leaves BPC and heads home, celebrating their own victory on board. (Twistune Here)

[inmemcrum]

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@dragvnsovl

[ftl-faster-than-life]

Hiya!

I must say I never looked into Eobarry because I am an absolute sucker for Halbarry. Mostly because I love when it can be fluffy and fun, all of that AND my heart can't handle angst anymore because real life's angsty enough. BUT I hear you and see the dynamic and I see how it could be so wrecked to have this man coming to the past to try and have a way in the life of a man he adores but who rejected him. Eobard's train of thoughts is basically : "I am gonna come to him by travelling to the past, wreck his life so much that I might have a part in Barry's said life and be with him in a way or another." Like. I see it so well, so thank you for this eye-opening experience.

I am soft so I probably won't let myself sail with that ship and HalBarry is my comfort OTP hahhaa but I UNDERSTAND (I mean, I didn't look that much into it so I might be off with my interpretation).

And since I love Hal and Bear (those blorbos) so much, I want them to be happy and healthy (which is kinda a weird thing to want for people that don't exist, but lemme hope for better things in real life by living precariously through characters I relate to so if they manage to get better I might get the hope for that as well. ♡) [oops]

Take care and lots of love to you. It's really fun to hang on your Tumblr ♡

I'm so sorry this took me so long to get around to answering, I'm afraid I just didn't have the focus to do it til now.

I love Halbarry too--you can probably tell by all the Halbarry I post. Their dynamic is incredible, the mutual trust and absolute love they have for each other really shines in every action. Including when they're roasting the hell out of each other. They're a great example of a platonic relationship that has all the earmarks of potential for a really cozy romance. And yes! Eobard wants so badly to be important in Barry's life that if he can't be the best thing to happen to him, he'll be the worst. I think half of the appeal of Eobarry, as things stand in canon, is the tragedy of it. The way it's doomed before it even starts. It's the worst thing that will ever happen to either of them, and it seems as if there's just no way to prevent it.

It's also just fascinating because it's so heavily rooted in time travel--the instigating event which happens at the end of their relationship from Barry's perspective, and at the beginning from Eobard's. Can Eobard be blamed for losing his mind when he sees that he's fated to die at the hands of his idol? No. Can Barry be blamed for killing Eobard in self defense and the defense of others? No. Eobarry's one of those ships where if it were to become canon in the sense of Barry giving in and being with Eobard, the way that Eobard wants (when he doesn't want to kill Barry or be Barry...) I'd riot. I'm glad you're enjoying yourself, take care and I hope things get better for you!

[harpy-of-the-storm]

A Rambling Post about the way Lyrical Music is used in Phantasy Star Online

Cool let's get started.

When you start a new character, or if you wait on the title screen, this will play.

It's a song that swells with hope for...well, a whole new world. That's the general plot of Phantasy Star Online, which starts the After Unification War timeline. We've messed up our home planet, Earth Coral and we're sailing the sea of stars to find a new one.

However, I wouldn't say that The Whole New World only represents the planet Ragol as a hope for continued human civilization in-setting. I'd argue that it also represents Phantasy Star Online's bold push to bring online multiplayer gameplay to the living room, albeit this is perhaps a retrospective view that would not have been as visible at the time.

The lyrics are definitely compact - just two verses of four lines each.

Innumerable stars Won't tell us where to go It's a long, long run To the palace in the sun

With hopes and dreams Our ship will cross the sea To the whole new world Shining like a pearl The whole new world

Which is itself an interesting comparison to the ending theme of Episode 1, Can Still See the Light. This theme has a few variants - one in which the lyrics are replaced with "la-la-la" vocalizations, an instrumental piano, and later a wind orchestra variant.

However, I'd like to talk about the lyrical one.

Contrasting The Whole New World in a few ways, Can Still See the Light has a lot to say. Take, for instance, the opening two verses.

Wish for peace Wish for dreams Wish for love You are gone Without saying goodbye

Starry sky I can still see the light You've saved And I think of you tonight Soon the dawn will come again What have I got What has it cost me

...So we've clearly moved on from the hopeful ship that set sail from Coral. This talks about the wishes that are held, or perhaps were once held...and begins talking about the sacrifices that were made in order to make them real.

It talks about those innumerable stars. How they're still visible, and how the singer thinks of the person who made that possible for her. But, she questions the price of seeing another day.

I can feel you are near Within me, outer space Here and there Tell me please How much we have to bleed When we'll get the land of dreams After lonely bitter days

Here, she's saying she knows she hasn't lost this person she's singing about - not entirely, she still feels the subject of the song is with her; yet she begs an answer, which I'd argue it seems she doesn't believe she'll get. How long? How much? What do we have to give to make it all the way?

Why must I do it alone?

It's really the "after lonely bitter days" line that makes me think...she knows she's talking to empty air.

Lastly, the song closes with a somber refrain of the questions above; about the price of a new day. Except on the final refrain, the singer asks it directly.

Why can I still see the light You've saved Though you are now out of sight Soon the dawn will come again But what have I got What has it cost me

With this one word changed, from now to why, we change the entire framing of the verse. She no longer seems happy - if indeed she ever was - that she can see the light of a new dawn. Instead, she's asking a hopeless question.

Why is she still here?

Phantasy Star Online's second episode doesn't get a new opening theme - it reuses The Whole New World, which admittedly does hint at a deeper level of the plot. As we move in to and finish Episode 2, however, we are awarded a new ending theme to chain things together - World With Me.

This song pleads. Gently. Softly. Entreating the listener to stay and weather the storm together.

It opens with verses saying how the singer understands your feelings of unease, how you feel overwhelmed. And understands answers where a prospective listener to the song is saying it's too much, too hard - they can't let it go.

And she assures you, gently, that you have to. Nothing lasts forever. Nothing's going to remain the same. So all we can do is believe, and choose to keep living, right?

The entire understanding of World With Me is that, you are someone's forever. You are someone's want. You are something to someone.

It's fairly generically 2000s, I think, as far as the song itself goes as a standalone. Telling you not to give up, to believe in love, that nothing is permanent so you have to keep holding on. It's pretty standard feel-good-and-stay-motivated talk, right?

I think, though, that it's important in the context it's provided in. Phantasy Star Online is not a game with a lot of hope. You save the world but kill the girl. You have to overthrow the government just a little bit. All of your heroes are dead and a solid quarter to a third of the monsters you've been fighting were once people who are now horribly mutated by the ancient evil that was sealed on the planet the game takes place on. You're trapped in a time loop that will ultimately end in your failure and the ravaging of the universe.

And you are being asked to hold on and keep fighting. To believe that help is on the way - that it is possible to be saved as you stand alone against all of this.

Lastly, I am going to double back a bit for one more "lyrical track" that does a great job at being what it is.

This is the theme of the final boss of Episode 1. It does not have recognizable lyrics. There is a sound in the background that is representing lyrics which starts about 70 seconds in. However, it is not strictly legible as anything other than some sort of background choir.

You are not meant to know what this is, or what it is saying. You are facing an unstoppable, soul-devouring, reality-warping force of destruction that has you in its own personal arena that it designed just to fight and kill you.

Everything about this fight is meant to unsettle you, but the addition of uncanny valley not-quite-lyrics?

I did have to throw this in as an honorable mention.

[limpfisted]

“live in the game and DIE in it.”

@fatewoven ( My Father taught me chess, and yet I know no strategy, have guided no army. I cannot undergo this trial. I am unworthy, by my own admission, to be The Heart Of The Gate. )

It’s been some time since Gortash was “invited” here.

A knee to the gut. The chainlink metal twine binding Gortash’s hands to the wall shakes. It feels like kicking a dog away that just tried to hump your leg. The warmth and softness of the underbelly. The guilt and fear that comes with kicking a sack filled with pliable, gravy jello and chicken ribs—the heaviness of a gut on your leg, not like a wooden coffee table biting your shin back in the dead of night, but all of the unknown shock of horror of oh no, the dog is so small, and weak, and he’s real, real, real, and shaking as he snakes away from my boot. Before he even does it, Wyll imagine a yelping whine that may never come, and would offer him no satisfaction.

And yet Wyll doesn’t back down. He swallows the guilt like the poison in Gortash’s words. A hand on his throat, the swell of his Adam’s apple trapped beneath the pale of his thumb. Wyll never did much care for proper breathplay. And yet, this is such a practiced gesture, now. It’s only the setting that’s truly different. And the company.

Two Flaming Fists watch on. Mikael and “Longshot.” Big, burly brutes, but silent types. Wyll has forgone his private guard with Gortash for months now. They’ve made fun of The Flaming Fist together. Talked, dreamed of Gortash’s new, improved, lawful Good Steel Watch. Knights of Wyll’s round table. The Blades of Baldur’s Gate while he could not be. Beautiful things, beautiful stories. Shining Knights on White Horses, crests of sails swimming in golden waves on their shield. A glorious future. Wyll had let himself believe…

He doesn’t scream. His breath is heavy as his steel-toed boot on Gortash’s toes. He brings his other hand up, and smashes Gortash’s whole head into his knee.

This is not an interrogation anymore. This is a punishment. For making Wyll believe—

“Let’s talk about the game.” Did you know in Hit New RPG, Baldur’s Gate 3, the daring, dashing, oh-so-valiant, noble and perfect Wyll Ravengard won’t fuck you until marriage?

“Your game.” Did you know he approves if you make a silly, evil little goblin kiss your feet?

He knots his hand in Gortash’s greasy hair. It’s not for lack of personal care, or at least by choice.

Gortash has been down here three days.

Did you know he approves? If you let the goblin prisoner die to a crossbow in a cage?

“You knew this would happen. Why did you—why did you lie? I knew those tieflings! You knew them! They were refugees, innocent, they were just drunk and hungry and stupid and—“

He shakes him by his head like a limp ragdoll. “I’ve been fixing your mess for three days! Answer me!” Help me, help me, I don’t know how to move the pieces, I always forget what the pieces do, how does the knight move, how do I get the little white pony to the other side of the board, I only know how to use the pawns, the pawns, you’re taking all my pawns, no fair, no fair, let’s go spar again, that’s much more fun—

“I don’t want you here, Enver. You’re supposed to be, my….” He trails off. But no. He wasn’t. Whatever Wyll was about to say, he really, really wasn’t.

[ukdamo]

Tobermory Bay

John Douglas Sutherland Campbell

In the vapour and haze on the ocean,   Where the skies and the waters meet, There's a form that drifts, phantom-like, onward   As it follows the grey clouds' feet.

O'er the sea come the winds and the billows,   And they howl to the rocks, and they cry, They will bring them a wreck on the morrow,   Ere the joy of the tempest die.

The shade looming dark in the distance   Is naught but a galleon proud; And the spray has long battered her turrets,   And loosened each yard and each shroud;

But not on the surf-beaten islands,   Nor yet upon Morven's land, Does she drive, for her rudder, unshattered,   Is firm in the steersman's hand.

No mist wreath, no cloud, was the shadow   That moved on the height of the seas; Like a castle how steep are her bulwarks,   Her spars like a forest of trees!

She is safe from the gales for a season,   In the shelter and calm of the sound; A harbour named after the Virgin,   The "Well of Our Lady" she found.

She may rest in that haven, hill-girdled,   Near the shade of the woods on the shore, Where the hush of the forest is deepened   By the waterfall's song evermore.

How grandly her masts rise to heaven,   How glitters the blest Mary's form, High placed o'er the stern, and upholding   The Prince of our Peace through the storm!

Now waters their orisons murmur   As they fold her bright robes to their breast, Where they mirror the galleried windows,   And the flag and the face of the Blest.

Again with that sign and the banner   Of the gold and the crimson of Spain, Shall this ship front the foes of the Virgin,   And the English be chased from the Main.

Yes, again on the heretic Saxon   Her cannon shall thunder in scorn, Till in triumph through insolent England   Shall the Faith and King Philip be borne.

But the rows of dark mouths that have spoken   Defiance with sulphurous breath, Glisten black, stretching forth in the silence,   And in vain ask the presence of death.

Yes, repose and surcease of all hazard,   A truce to all war for a time! The cliffs and the pines only echo   The laugh of a sunnier clime.

And gaily the dark-visaged seamen   Quaff, cursing the mists and the rain; Gravely drinking from goblets of silver   Sits their chief, Don Fereija of Spain.

But the souls of the men to whose nostrils   Had risen the smoke of the fight, Soon tired of the shore and of slumber,   Soon yearned for the red battle light.

And courtesy fled from the weary,   From idleness arrogance grew; And all they received as a favour   They haughtily claimed as their due.

Then answered the Islesmen in anger,   "The food you demand as your own, By our people's free favour long given   Shall be bought by your gold now alone."

"Now, down with the savage's envoy,   Set sail and away on our track! Carthagena's sweet girls shall deride him,   And jeer the red locks on his back."

Below, in the dark narrow spaces,   The Islesman gropes, down in the hold; Unnoticed, and one among many;   What harm can his hatred unfold?

Swarm the men to the rigging, and swiftly   Shine clouds of white canvas, and clank The links of the anchor's great cable,   Creaks, trampled on deck, every plank:

Swings round the huge bowsprit, and slowly   With motion majestic and free, The galleon, vast, gilded, and mighty,   Passes on, passes forth, to the sea.

Her colours still paint all the ripples,   Repeated her banners all seem, Her sails, and her gold, and her cannon   Float on like a gorgeous dream.

Came a flash, and a roar, and a smoke-cloud   Rushed up, and spread far o'er the sky; Sank a wreck, black, and rugged, and blasted,   While the sound on the winds swept by.

And the mountains sent back the dull thunder   As though to all time they would tell The vengeance that pealed to the Heavens   From the Harbour of "Mary's Well."