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taob chapter-by-chapter summary except it's brief and mildly insensitive (obviously spoilers ahead)

chapter 1: hakoda and the water tribe crew are on a boat. zuko is on a boat. it's just after the blue spirit episode. two world's collide and they fight each other. zuko loses. zuko gets injured. it's not funny. during the fighting however a young crewman from zuko's ship - a teenage boy called lee - is killed. the swt take zuko prisoner and so ensues a very chaotic series of events

chapter 2: zuko is placed in the infirmary where we meet the fan favourite healer, kanut. hakoda decides to enter correspondence with general fong bc he doesnt want the hassle of dealing with the fire prince (fair) and zuko throws soup at him. he escapes but it lasts like 5 minutes LMAO. it's not funny. hakoda threatens to hurt zuko if he firebends again and zuko reacts v normally

chapter 3: zuko is, fundamentally, a dumb cunt and he escapes again, this time bumping into the Biggest Warrior Who Is The Entire Reason He's In The Infirmary To Begin With; chena. kanut intervenes before a fight breaks out but zuko is still taken to hakoda for his first proper interrogation. they go back and forth before zuko reveals he went to the south pole. not believing zuko's avatar shenanigans in favour of assuming there was a raid, hakoda decides to go home to check

chapter 4: OUR VERY FIRST TOMKIN FRATERNISES WITH THE ENEMY. we officially meet the youngest crewmen; tomkin and nanook. cultural misunderstandings see the rocky beginning of their friendship with zuko. it's also decided to put zuko to work bc no one really knows what the fuck to do with him and he's just moping about the boat atm. another crewman, aput, is put in charge of zuko's chore duty, but is joined by tulok, the man who killed lee, which makes zuko uneasy. he's brainstorming another escape attempt when hakoda asks to speak with him

chapter 5: a letter arrived from general fuckfeatures saying he was happy to take zuko off hakoda's hands (bruv 😐) in three weeks time. hakoda finds himself reassuring zuko but, in a panic, zuko lashes out and flees, cornering himself on the bowsprit of all things. hakoda tries a different approach and talks zuko down. they talk for a long time before zuko feels comfortable enough to come back to the deck, but when he does, he slips and hakoda instinctively saves him, which causes a moral panic for both of them. the bar is truly on the floor

chapter 6: we arrive at the south pole! the crew find out zuko was telling the truth and never led a raid. hakoda is v perplexed by zuko and in a bid to try and find out why he doesn't commit gratuitous violence he winds up admitting that he wasn't actually going to attack zuko's ship that very first day. we also get a kanut backstory! this is his chapter fr

chapter 7: hakoda's revelation leads zuko into a crisis thinking it was his fault lee died. lots of lee turmoil in this one. you are not immune to explorations into the moral greyness of war. tomkin backstory! zuko gets his stitches out as well as a lecture from kanut on the importance of community/family. zuko is very quickly realising these people are not at all what he was told, and they're realising the same of him

chapter 8: sleepy zuko is not rocking with arctic winters. where the fuck is agni. this is very funny to everyone else involved. he soon wakes up tho bc we get THE AURORA SCENE

chapter 9: THE GANG GO HUNTING! zuko cant kill though and hakoda is being so brave about it. more lee turmoil as zuko starts interviewing everyone like 'Yes or No: No Violence Is Ethical Under Wartime?' and receiving different responses, none of which feel right. regardless, he goes back to the village and actually has a moment where he's laughing with tomkin and nanook and doesnt feel like they all hate him, so naturally it all goes to shit bc tom nook - misreading the situation so badly they should get an award for it - start asking about zuko's scar, and they go too far and he lashes out and boom! one burnt tomkin coming right up. JUST as they were starting to trust him too. life's a bitch

chapter 10: scar reveal chapter!!!!! there's tears and hugs and it's all generally v cathartic <3

chapter 11: zuko continues interviewing people. tomkin sets all of nanook's shirts on fire for shits and giggles. kanut starts pushing the zukka agenda on complete accident. hakoda carefully pulls out the adoption papers. kanna is horrified. more news at 10

chapter 12: tulok and zuko! they talk! they come to a conclusion on their wartime morality dissertation! they give lee a proper burial! zuko decides he wants the war to end! zuko ends the chapter with thee most obvious line of foreshadowing known to man no seriously what was that

chapter 13: the great rum heist of 99AG. zuko also gets fried by lightning but this isnt about him bc we officially get OUR FIRST TOVAH POV

chapter 14: we stop in wei hai where hakoda makes zuko promise to be less reckless. chena joins the Adopting Zuko bandwagon except he's caught on a stirup and is being dragged unwillingly along through the mud. meanwhile, tovah isnt what she seems and reveals a very malicious side to herself that is very focused on zuko

chapter 15: gaoling! the kids dick about on the beach and generally get to act their age before convincing hakoda to let them go into the town together. while in gaoling, tomkin reveals he's a HUGE blue spirit fan. zuko has a meltdown about it. tomkin then tries to get the attention of a girl he likes, but she waves at zuko instead (HELP) and tomkin takes that personally. like yes king that's zuko's fault he's just too much of a pussy magnet guilty as charged. zuko is just very confused bc he's fully gay but he's fully not okay about it so instead of clarifying him and tomkin just fall out. pray for nanook. chapter ends with two footsoldiers, oro and renmin, being told to send word to tovah that zuko is in gaoling and to keep an eye on him

chapter 16: nanook knows what zuko is. hakoda doesn't. tries to talk to zuko about embracing queerness anyway. it goes HORRIBLY bc zuko's just like 'i dont think my great-grandfather - inventor of homophobia - would like this' and storms off all angsty like. he goes to gaoling WHERE TOPH IS!!! she bumps into zuko on her way to earth rumble and they decide to beat each other up at a secondary location as like. a bonding activity. kids being kids. meanwhile oro and renmin are all about profit maximisation these boys want a PROMOTION baby, so they decide to ignore tovah's orders and eavesdrop on the water tribe camp, overhearing that the boy they're watching over is PRINCE ZUKO. they decide to kidnap him and take him to general fong, and if the water tribe put up a fight, they'll kill them. zuko overhears this

chapter 17: zuko decides - instead of running to save his own skin - to go back to the water tribe, but remembering the injuries and potential fatalities of their fight in ch1, he decides to do this alone. he's so clever. he sneaks into camp to get his swords and just before he leaves to intercept oro and renmin, he remembers his promise to hakoda about being more careful. wanting to leave something to show the water tribe he left willingly and to make it look 'less reckless', zuko leaves ONE of his dao swords behind. i love metaphors. cue a fight scene with oro and renmin god i fucking hate writing action scenes this one still elicits a trauma response out of me. zuko surrenders when they threaten to kill the swt and goes willingly. his firebending stops. he gets blood on his hands. shadowing the fore if you will

chapter 18: toph goes to meet zuko and he doesnt arrive so she immediately snitches on him to his adoptive family. the water tribe find evidence of his fight with oro and renmin and combined with hakoda's knowledge that he wouldn't just leave one sword behind for no reason, they know he's been kidnapped again lol. BATO ARRIVES! tovah goes to fong saying she lost the prince and fong is like 'oh ffs :('

chapter 19: bro i swear i almost got death threats for this chapter 😭 zuko arrives at fong's base and it's immediately clear he's not there to have a funky good time. fong kills oro and renmin because he doesnt want anyone knowing he has the fire prince and he cuts zuko's hair to send to ozai and enter negotiations. meanwhile bato has to be the voice of reason and, because they're outnumbered due to most of their men waiting for them at chameleon bay AND this is clearly fong's doing so they have to be politically careful AND they cant be seen being actively fond of the fire prince, it's decided they cant go look for zuko (at least not yet). chena is the most vocally against this. im so normal about them. zuko gets taken to a prison beneath fong's base by the prison warden - who he nicknames spider bc of his apperance - where zuko meets two young boys. zi se (5y/o) and lanse (10y/o) - war minnister qin's sons. both boys are shouted at/threatened when news of the northern air temple arrives and zuko defends them. lanse is killed, and days became weeks became months (🤭🤭🤭)

chapter 20 - appendix between book 1 and book 2. not important. go girl give us nothing

chapter 21: zuko in the cell with the five year old he's totally not developed a codependent self-sacrificial bond with. we see life in the prison aka chan - the biggest prisoner - fighting zuko for food and zuko just being BRUTAL like these two are just tearing into each other rn. zuko's firebending is gone and he's scared of fire now from being tortured. meanwhile our above-ground gang reveal it's been four months and they're going into the day of black sun arc and bc of war politics the water tribe have had to ALLY WITH GENERAL FONG NOOOO. very tense convo between him and them BUT he does reveal that zuko is alive which is more than what they knew 5 mins ago

chapter 22: TOVAH BACKSTORY! fong asks her to keep an eye on the prisoners while he's gone bc she's his most trusted soldier and she's like huh. what an odd request. i think he's hiding something. im so hot and clever. so she goes to the prison cells and what do u know there's a boy matching prince zuko's description right there. she breaks him and zi se out and throws spider to chan and the other prisoners where he literally gets torn to shreds. hot girl summer. the day of black sun happens and the adults are taken prisoner while the kids (including tomkin and nanook) escape on appa. kanut punches fong tho and gets taken seperately for bad behaviour. i giggled

chapter 23: zuko above ground finally! it's all rlly overwhelming but tovah gets them out of fong's base and all the way to the woods before zuko starts threatening her. she reveals that she's part of the white lotus and has been working for iroh this whole time. we get more of her backstory r.e her vendetta against long feng and the dai li. we catch up with kanut and he's put in prison WITH iroh. when unclehoods collide. the gaang arrive at the western air temple

chapter 24: zuko and zi se arrive at the white lotus camp and a healer - akinari - sees to zi se but when he tries to check zuko, zuko lashes out and breaks his arm. it's all just a lot for him and zi se is struggling too. after a bad nightmare, zi se asks zuko to promise him that they're safe now and zuko - with a very healthy relationship with promises after hakoda let him down - realises the only way he can promise that is if he kills fong. he comes to the decision and when does, his fire comes back blue. meanwhile, sokka starts brainstorming about which prison his dad was taken to, figures it out bc he's the most character of all time, and sneaks off to break hakoda out of the boiling rock. the same prison tovah told zuko fong was in....

chapter 25: zi se reveals to zuko that he's got a rotten tooth (months in unsanitary conditions with poor if nonexistant hygeine measures are a BITCH! hate it when that happens) and zuko has like? a whole downwards spiral about it? he takes it as confirmation that - at least as he is now - he cant take care of zi se and he's 'failed' him after sacrificing everything trying to do the opposite. it's basically confirmation for him that he needs to leave not just to kill fong but also just to be alone. i gotta put me first! tovah gives him his blue spirit mask LMAO and those two leave the camp on akinari's war balloon. tovah is going to break iroh out. zuko is going to kill fong. high treason besties that slay together. meanwhile iroh and kanut are bonding over the trauma that is dealing with zuko, and they decide their own escape plan. sokka gets to the boiling rock and, not long after, so does zuko. they bump into each other and have a !!!! moment before deciding to work together (sokka doesnt know about the Kill A Man plan zuko's got going...). tovah gets to iroh and kanut easily enough and tells them about zuko. they both decide they need to go to the boiling rock as well

chapter 26: zukka sleep in a cupboard overnight and NO ONE is gay about it at all ever. sokka sees zuko's scars and knows Something Bad Happened since he saw zuko last but zuko is deflecting at the speed of Repress Everything so not much comes of it. still, they bond and sokka actually really clicks with zuko and wants to help/befriend him and he's generally pretty chuffed with their alliance. meanwhile, hakoda and fong are being transported to TBR together bc they're the respective leader of their groups. hakoda clobbers fong. it's v fun. the guards take their weapons including zuko's dao that hakoda has kept with him this whole time. sokka sees suki and zukka decide to split up; sokka going after hakoda and zuko going after suki. they agree to all meet again in TBR's old library. zuko and suki get their old weapons back from where they're all stashed before being caught by chit sang, who wants in on the escape. suki asks after her warriors but chit sang says the only earth kingdomers to come in recently are a general that morning. zuko knows it's fong and goes a bit crazy like 👹 bring him 👹. meanwhile, sokka has already got hakoda to the library bc he's the compotent half of zukka and they're there when kanut and iroh come bickering in

chapter 27: bonus chapter! all the shuhon prison shenanigans with chena, aput, tulok and bato. they start a food fight and meet suki's kyoshi warriors. this fic is so fun and angstless

chapter 28: SIKE! everyone is in the library; sokka, hakoda, iroh, kanut, suki, zuko, chit sang, fong etc. there's reunions and dramatic dialogue and sokka feels very betrayed by EVERYONE and iroh is not communicating with his tormented nephew AT ALL and hakoda is so worried about what will come of this that he also isn't communicating that well either. it's a SHITSHOW. kanut is chill about it tho. so anyway zuko kills fong and is all like 'im evil :) i need to go to the land of evil people where i dont feel guilty about being evil :)' so he returns to the fire nation with azula and no one can rlly do anything about it lol. there is a frankly silly amount of comments on this chapter i literally barricaded my house to escape the screaming and bitching of my comment section

chapter 29: ZUKO ALONE CHAPTER! he's en route to the fire nation. this is almost entirely just him and azula having very tense conversations trying to figure each other out bc their relationship is VERY warped from canon. zuko is summoned by ozai and ozai says he's welcome home and he's proud of him for doing something that is literally HAUNTING zuko and zuko's like 'hmm. should probably unpack the implications of that at some point'. they all go ember island like in canon and mai is like my arranged-husband-since-childhood in CHRIST you have septicemia' and he's like 'nah'. him and azula talk on the beach and zuko finds out she has blue fire as well and it's a nice 'we're terrible but we're terrible together' moment. she reveals that ozai is planning to destroy the earth kingdom and it jolts zuko into realising he cant just step out of the war; he needs to act like he swore he would when he resolved lee's death. he knows he needs to leave the fire nation to warn the others of ozai's plans

chapter 30: ANOTHER ZUKO ALONE CHAPTER! zuko packs a bag and decides to just like. TRASH his room lmao take that fire nation! azula catches him and those two have another moment. they're very angry and hurt by each other but she also doesn't snitch on him to ozai when she realises what he's doing so it's just very complicated. zuko goes to yell at ozai anyway and gets a lot off his chest in that conversation. he escapes with help from mai and flees the fire nation as a traitor

chapter 31: we check back in at the western air temple! everyone is v concerned about sokka and tom nook are struggling being the only real 'adult' presence. the other water tribe men are en route to the western air temple and are all reeling from the news of zuko. sokka particularly is Not Okay about it all and him and suki basically break up. he talks to hakoda but he's not ready to hear the full story yet, so they agree to discuss it another time. meanwhile, zuko goes to the white lotus camp to get zi se so those two reunite! yay! hope this doesnt further their co-dependency! they journey to the air temple and zuko's injury gets progressively worse. the rest of the tribe reunite at the temple

chapter 32: HUGE FUCK OFF REUNION CHAPTER JESUS CHRIST THIS HAS SO MANY SPIDERMAN POINTING MEMES. so sokka finds zuko in the woods trying to figure out what the FUCK he's gonna say bc he's not seen everyone since literally chapter 16. zukka are zukka. zi se is their divorce lawyer. sokka eventually takes zuko to the temple and everyone chokes up and hugs and it's so cool. zuko explains about the comet and ozai's plans and then immediately passes the fuck out bc that's what happens when you don't treat an infected wound! kanut is fuming

chapter 33: fever dream chapter!!! all those fucked up fever dreams god i loved writing those i should give zuko septicemia again just so i can write more fever dreams. the gaang come to terms with zuko being in the camp; suki is chill with it, aang and toph are ecstatic, and katara is reluctant but has too much of a bleeding heart to overlook the Tortured Teenager and Literal Five Year Old. sokka is the only one actively against zuko rn. everyone else sneaks in to see zuko and we get our first bit of comfort in ages <333

chapter 34: zuko getting Rest and Recuperation and biting it and biting it and biting it. he talks with hakoda who confirms he's actually wanted at camp and zuko - who thought they'd all hate him - is like what the fuck, so they get a lot of clarification there. katara comes in and offers to use her water healing on zuko, but she comes in with food and we see the beginnings of zuko's inch resting relationship with food now after starving/fighting for food in prison. he has to chuck the food away to stop himself from seeing katara as a threat and that combined with what she's seen of zi se's behaviour is enough for katara to be like 'ah. this is an Issue'. the whole thing is just a lot for zuko and he has a panic attack when katara leaves, seeking comfort from zi se like they always did in prison except zi se doesnt need zuko as much as he did, and it's just a very stark reminder that ZI SE is getting over things but zuko just cant seem to. he lashes out and shouts at zi se, who cries and is found later by sokka. sokka comforts him and zuko sees and is SO normal about it

chapter 35: zuko gets discharged from the infirmary and is immediately faced with kanut and bato's 'we've been friends since childhood and ARE going to be annoying about it' shenanigans. meanwhile sokka is figuring his shit out and decides he's comfortable enough in himself to finally start over with zuko. those two have a talk and decide to have a clean slate and zuko takes it... weirdly seriously. like bro is DETERMINED to get his redemption by sokka. cool the jets freak that's how homosexuality happens!! oh also aang tries his first real attempt to get zuko to be his firebending teacher and zuko is effectively just like 'omg thanks for asking! fuck no 🙏🔥'

chapter 36: sike!! aang no.1 bully manages to bug zuko into going to the firebending masters with him and zuko saw an opportunity for a day out with free childcare and didn't look back. they do the whole firebending masters episode as normal just with some taobification (aka zuko is a massive baby about it) and then they come home with a healthier relationship and hearts open to the element of fire <3 beautiful showstopping never gets old

chapter 37: SOKKA AND HAKODA FINALLY TALK AND FIGURE THEIR SHIT OUT JESUS CHRIST YOU'VE NEVER SEEN TWO MEN MISCOMMUNICATE SO BADLY SINCE HAIKYUU. zuko however cant get out of eating with everyone today and it really triggers his food trauma. he spirals and lashes out at tulok when he goes to reach for him, pointing a knife at him and nearly wounding him. obviously this makes zuko freak out and he runs outside. tom nook comfort him and then so do the others. still it's a huge step back for zuko and he's really beating himself up over it. also zi se says 'good soup'. taob is increasingly becoming me seeing how much shit i can get away with

chapter 38: just a hakoda, zuko and zi se chapter that at the time i thought read as a shitty bonus chapter but has lowkey become one of my favourite, most integral chapters of book 2. zuko is having a nightmare and goes for a walk around the temple to calm down, which then sets zi se off crying when he wakes up and zuko's not there, and they proceed to just make each other worse from that point on. like that is the plot of the chapter. zuko starts shutting zi se out when he cant stop him crying which is when HAKODA FATHER FIGURE NO.1 finally steps in <3 he comforts zi se and puts him to bed and then comforts zuko, who has a really cathartic scene of just shouting and saying shit he's been needing off his chest for a WHILE. he falls asleep with hakoda watching over him

chapter 39: sokka drops his food plan to the delight of zukka readers everywhere. seriously i took the piss with the slowburn tag. zuko agrees to start having his meals with sokka and it goes better than expected and is also a weird take on the forced proximity trope, bc apparently shoving them in a cupboard in TBR wasn't enough. bato is On To Them. meanwhile tulok found a waterfall and tomkin bullies nanook, zuko and toph into going with him which causes our latest zuko freak out: Coming To Terms With Your Damaged Body Post-Torture. still they have fun and zuko takes a little healing step in the right direction which becomes a LEAP when it starts absolutely pissing it down. the Rain Scene u will always be famous

chapter 40: GAY CHAPTER! canon aroace kanut PLUS bato-hakoda-kanut flashback PLUS queer adults being comfortable and idiotic PLUS lesbian chena mention PLUS zuko starting to tackle his own internalised homophobia PLUS our roots of kanut and zuko bullying each other into life-changing revelations. i fed you so well with this update

chapter 41: it's decided that they're gonna leave the air temple soon but azula goes 'we leave when I SAY WE LEAVE' and ruins everything. before that though zukka go hunting and zuko gets a Very Normal Amount Of Protective over sokka when he cuts his knee. those two are making PROGRESS. tom nook have a gay sparring scene... i know the rituals are intricate... AZULA ATTACKS! tense sibling moment! mailee slaying (literally)! the gang deciding to flee! everyone splits up! zuko & tomnook go with the gaang and the swt crew go with the others! tragic. i am booed off stage

chapter 42: ZUKO AND KATARA BESTIEISMS ERA. starts off with zuko generally shutting down, being really overwhelmed to be back out in the world and retreating to his tent as a result, missing the simplicity of being back in the cell. insane thought process from your local trauma victim. tom nook try and help him but are almost TOO accomodating, and in the end it's sokka who helps most because he's able to kind of shake zuko out of it without babying him. still, zuko goes on to lash out at AANG OF ALL PEOPLE and it causes a fight between him and sokka. katara speaks to zuko alone and those two just Get Each Other i mean it we need more zuko-katara friendship in fics NOW. they relate over being angry at the things that have harmed them and being unable to forgive and move on quite as well as their peers, and the chapter ends on a really sweet note of the two of them sitting with that admission and finding solidarity in each other

chapter 43: a taob take on the southern raiders ep. katara's leftover anger bubbles over and she starts snapping at everyone. tom nook have a very fruity scene where nanook longs harder than a wife waiting for her husband to return from war. what's all that about buddy. finally, katara's bad mood comes to a head and she upsets zi se, which makes zuko feel like he needs to acknowledge her temper, but first he needs to deal w the other water tribe sib. zukka talk! zuko apologises for their spat last chapter and they have a weird 'let's promise to be vulnerable with each other in a bro way forevermore' moment. guys being dudes. sokka tells zuko about kya and why he thinks that's what has katara in such a bad mood. zuko then talks to katara and says that he can help her find the people who killed her mother if that's what she really wants. zuko and katara bestieisms will always be in any atla fic i write. katara very firmly decides she is in fact going to commit premeditated murder which sokka and aang are NOT chuffed about in fact sokka is pissed OFF with zuko and those two fight AGAIN however in the exact same pov sokka realises that he fancies zuko. lord grant me patience. katara and sokka talk it out and eventually katara decides not to commit murder. epic loss for murder everyone boo for the left-wing agenda.

#FINALLY DID THIS #im not gonna be too thorough with these bc it's just supposed to rejog your memory not like. actually explain everything lmao #like if u want more detail ur gonna have to read/reread otherwise this would have been an UNGODLY length lol sorry <3 #i'll reblog this with each update and add to it as i go #it'll also be linked in the next chapter's summary #im so fucking organised god im hot #taob updates

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thatswhatsushesaid · 2 months ago

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tagged (kinda) by @mingguangsword!

i lost my first draft of this post 😭 let's try again.

1. why did you choose your url? because i am weak for puns, and because i am actually su she. weepy yet defensive lestat de lioncourt at the end of s2 voice, i am him, he is me.

2. any sideblogs? if you have them name them and why you have them. a whole whack of them:

@dailyayao which is just daily screenshots and scans of jin guangyao from all versions of the mdzs canon

@yaozongzhupressoffice my neglected satire blog where i answer asks and reblog stuff in-character as yao-zongzhu. occasionally will make references to his entirely heterosexual feelings for his very good friend ouyang-zongzhu in the tags.

@itwasabeautifulwebbing my minthara baenre from baldur's gate 3 simping blog lol. it's also turning into a catch-all for various video game nonsense, tho i'm definitely not as active there as i am here.

@fakerashid same deal as above, just for armand from amc's interview with the vampire.

3. how long have you been on tumblr? i first joined back in 2011 with a different username back in the migration of the dragon age fandom from livejournal to tumblr, and have been kicking around in some form or another ever since.

4. do you have a queue tag? sure do! 'moling queue' because, as i said, i'm weak for puns.

5. why did you start your blog in the first place? originally this blog had a different username, and i started it with the intention of cross-posting very serious horror fiction thinkpieces from a wordpress site. obviously i stopped doing that and have been enjoying myself a lot more here since i stopped taking myself so seriously lmao.

6. why did you choose your icon/pfp? i don't understand the question, that's literally me, su-zongzhu. (please god recognize this is a joke)

7. why did you choose your header? i just think jgy and sms look very powerful and dapper together in that scene. 😌

8. what’s your post with the most notes? some unfortunate ides of march shitpost that broke containment within an hour, i have it muted and hope to never think about it again.

9. how many mutuals do you have? no idea. lots? lots and lots?

10. how many followers do you have? 1271 as of this morning.

11. how many people do you follow? apparently 400 on the nose

12. have you ever made a shitpost? absolutely not, i don't have a sense of humour or believe in laughter.

13. how often do you use tumblr each day? every time my attention wanders pretty much lmfao (despondent)

14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? never!!!! 😬

15. how do you feel about ‘you need to reblog this’ posts? i ignore them.

16. do you like tag games? yes!

17. do you like ask games? "i love them, but i don't like chain asks" <- same hat

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous? "probably ray" <- oh no oh dear 😬 i think if i qualify as tumblr famous (doubt.jpeg) then probably a bunch of my mutuals are, too.

19. do you have a crush on a mutual? i am boring and married so no.

20. what is the last song you listened to? this performance of the famous "flowing water" composition for the guqin.

21. what are you currently watching? nirvana in fire, and it's consumed my soul. mei changsu 👀...... /clenches my fist

22. sweet/ savoury/ spicy? "savory"! <- correct!!!

23. what is your current relationship status? "literally on my way to break up with someone T_T i'll be single in a few hours!!!" <- omg fennel!!??? um, as i said above, i'm married! no plans to divorce mr. sushesaid, he surprised me with flowers and takeout from my favourite indian restaurant yesterday because i was having a rough day.

24. what is your current obsession? jin guangyao. it's still jin guangyao. it's probably going to be jin guangyao this time next year too.

25. what are nine albums/ songs you've been listening to lately?

it's not an album, but basically all of the ensemble and solo performances by zi de guqin studio on youtube.

return to cookie mountain, tv on the radio

the wellermen's album of shanties and other arranged covers

the hades 2 videogame soundtrack

the baldur's gate 3 videogame soundtrack

the chain, fleetwood mac

all of the lyrical ballads from the kentucky route zero videogame soundtrack (are u noticing a pattern, because i am)

the haven videogame soundtrack

the assassin's creed valhalla videogame soundtrack

tagging: @ratheralark @holy--milk @carnivorous-horses-lover @sunriseverse @watertightvines @frodo-of-the-nine-fingers @confusion-and-more @occasionalinanity @varethinsilico @thepurplewombat @peacocksdance and anyone else who puts eyes on this thing and feels moved to complete it.

#tag memes #ray.txt #my original answers were so much funnier 😔 sigh

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flamevbirdv · 4 months ago

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20 Questions for Fic Writers Tag Game

Thank you @acediscowlng for tagging me!! I haven't posted anything in nearly a year but sure, why not

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

24, I've orphaned and deleted a couple of fics lol

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

106 303 and I'm very proud of every single one of those words, I usually have to fight my perfectionism to put anyhting on page

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mostly DC comics! I have one (1) les mis fic and one (1) x-men fic

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Catalogue of Things Unsaid by far my most popular fic with 1000+ kudos, it's a Superbat fic. I love re-reading this fic, sometimes I like my writing in this and sometimes not but I'm still fond of it Bear Me No Witness my most popular Jaydick fic, I worked really hard on this one so I'm glad people liked it Lost And Never Found is a moody, horror-esque JayDick fic that really fits my style blow a kiss; fire a gun my first fic ever asdfghjk idk it's kinda silly False Alarm I wrote this mostly as practice, I don't really have anything to say about it

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes!.. except on wips because I'm delusional and I keep telling myself I'll reply once I update the fic... lol

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don't think I have angsty endings? I don't remember most of my endings, it's my least favorite part of writing, oops

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably You're committed, I'm your crime ??? because jaydick are kids and they are cute

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Nope, fortunately the people who read my fics want to be there

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

HAHAHA...HA uhh I wrote mermaid porn, and that's it, mostly. I wrote one sex scene prior to that but it wasn't explicit

10. Do you write crossovers?

No. I don't read them either

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not really, there was a Cass/Tam fic that resembled my own Cass/Tam fic: let me count the roses but this was a gift and I think the giftee just liked this concept and asked for it again LMAO

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! It was fun but I don't think I'm built for it, I like oneshots and my co-writer liked multi chapter stories hence why the only time I tried we didn't finish it lol

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Jaydick ❤💙 they're the reason I started writing fic in the first place

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?

😭😭😭 all of them please send help (see above: I don't like writing multi chapter stories but sometimes the plot needs them)

16. What are your writing strengths?

The way I can tell a story in 7k words or less, "short but packs a punch" is 100% my strenght. Also the fact that I really enjoy editing

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Endings. Every. Single. Time

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I love it in cases like les mis fandom. I get so excited when I see french especially in canon era fics. There are a lot of ways in which we can put the translation in the notes or using a skin I hate it tho, when I'm reading a fic and a latine character's only personality traits are that they are a criminal and they speak spanish BUT that doesn't mean I don't want more spanish speaking characters in fic even if they're just minor characters

19. First fandom you wrote for?

DC comics! I started writing and posting fic in 2019 and it's still the fandom that I write for today, attempts at branching out haven't been succesful

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Always the hardest question to answer but I really, really like re-reading Bear Me No Witness it has it all: Dick in a croptop, a news scandal, fake marriage and Jason messing with Dick to hurt Bruce I wish I could write a sequel!!!! (self call out)

Tagging @laaawliet @braingray @paperempires no pressure though, guys!

#ask game #this was so much fun #i should be writing #mine

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mcclainwilla · 1 year ago

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Writing Fight Scenes Part 6 - Body Type

Depending on your character's body type, they are going to have very different fighting styles, and very different strengths/weaknesses. Body type can also have an impact on which type of martial arts a character excels in (see part one for a non-comprehensive list)

Really, there are two main considerations: weight and height. I'll write about the opposite ends of each spectrum and their strengths and weaknesses, as well as the things I've noticed whilst fighting each

(Please note, I'm breaking this down into very large boxes - most characters will exist in the in-between. As such, please take this with a grain of salt)

Weight

'Slim' characters:

Pros:

Slim characters have less weight to move around, so they tend to be faster

As such, these characters do better in drawn-out confrontations

Cons:

Because they don't weigh as much, they likely won't have as much power behind their hits. Remember, power comes more from weight than it does from strength! (see post number two for a more in-depth explanation)

Slimmer characters also don't have as much muscle and/or fat to 'pad' their body, so it is easier for them to be hurt

I never had much of a problem sparring with short slim people - I myself am 5' 4" and sometimes, it's just easier to fight fire with fire. Tall slim people were a different story - I found it difficult to get within my personal striking range. More on that in a minute

'Stocky' characters:

Pros:

Stocky characters have more powerful strikes

More muscle/fat -> more padding. Some heavier characters can actually injure their opponent simply by blocking their strikes!

Intimidation factor; anyone who knows what's good for them wouldn't pick a fight with someone who looks like they could beat their ass

Cons:

Carrying around more weight gets tiring - movement will be slower and endurance will be lower

Adding to above, these characters are easier to 'pick apart' - someone who is smart will throw lots of well-placed strikes to squishy spots in order to wear them down

I fucking hated sparring with beefy people omg. It didn't matter if they were tall or short, one good hit from them and I was checking my ribs for cracks (I never broke any but I had the wind knocked from my lungs Multiple Times). I also refused to throw certain strikes (i.e. roundhouse kicks) at some of my larger opponents because all they had to do was lift their knee, and I'd break my leg on theirs. The only good thing about sparring them was that I could generally dodge their strikes. When I couldn't...

Height

'Short' characters:

Pros:

Shorter characters have a lower center of gravity, which makes them more balanced/harder to knock over. This is way better than it sounds (more on this in the next post?)

Cons:

Short characters will have a much harder time landing hits because they have to actively step into their opponent's range (the danger zone) in order to have even a chance. This is way worse than it sounds (most of my worst sparring memories happened at the hands of tall mfs)

I don't think I sparred with anyone shorter than me by more that a couple of inches, excluding children. Yes, I sparred with children. There is one guy tho, he was short and stocky and he had the most devastating front kicks. Vomit-inducing. I broke his nose (sorry dude)

'Tall' characters:

Pros:

Longer reach! One decisive kick to the ribs from a tall character can stop lots of fights before they start. If you want to write a character who is a bitchass bully, make them tall. No I'm not mad (lie)

Cons:

More body to control will make it harder for a character to stay balanced

Tall characters are often, to some extent, slow; their strikes have a wide range, but they're very vulnerable as they pull their arm or leg back. A dashing, intelligent, good-looking short character can use this opportunity wisely

It was SO frustrating to spar tall people because they all knew how to bully me out of their range. I could either keep my distance and risk not being fast enough to dodge (bad) or trying to close the distance and running straight into one of their hits (worse)

This has become a tall people hate post. You know who you are. I'm in your backyard

I hope this was helpful! If you are above 5' 10" start running. Begging for someone to ask me to tell the story of the time I broke a grown man's nose

#writing #writing advice #writing help #wip #wip stuff #fight scene #martial arts #willa mcclain

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savyir-genesizz-the-wizard · 9 months ago

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3, 6, 9 [for cogito] and 4, 7, 9 [for azya] :-)

For Cogito-4:

3. If this oc could change anything about their life (or lack thereof), what would it be, and would you change that?

Well, he'd probably like to bring back his mentor. Or, at very least, accept it if he realizes he can't. But aside from that he probably knows that he's incapable of staying in one place for too long, even tho he tried it a few times. And yeah, he kinda moves with Destiny's seasonal content so it's convinient for me. Or well. He will return to moving with seasonal content when I return to sesonal content.

6. What was the inspiration for their story/ lore?

Well, a bunch of things - his backstory really evolved over time, as did his character. I really like Eliksnii, exo lore and guardians lore so these are the elements I used the most. And Master Ryba was created after I've listened to a really edgy song about mentor's death.

9. What is your favorite part of having this oc?

It's fun to imagine what your player character would say to what happens in seasonal content. Especially to go "He wouldn't be there, he wouldn't say that" every time. Also dressing him in little gay outfits, Also - drawing robots is fun.

For Azya:

4. How was this oc named? Is there any specific reason or meaning behind it?

Ok, so there is this book called "With fire and sword" which I like a lot and has a character who is named that. And I mean, he really sucks but also, his name sounds cool. It's kinda gender neutral also and all Ajidialian names are so it fits. It quite literally means "Asia" but in universe it has no meaning (beacause Asia doesn't exist) (unless I come up with some meaning in the language; I have quite a lot of it). And Zaavim is very vaguely based on one sylabe of my own surname. Also, it's read as Za-avim.

7. Have you made any alternate universes for this oc? if not, what kind of au would you make of them?

Ok, so to start - he, as my compleatly original character, is a sort of AU alredy - he was originally my NationStates leader but then I started to come up with compleatly original universe for him. Also his character changed a lot, so basically they only share a name now.

If I were to make an AU... Modern Earth/human AU, oblivously, if I wanted him to interact with other people's human OC wihout unpacking that he's not a human first. Apocalypse AU would be fun, tho he is very much a guy who would die first (depents of what genre tho I suppose). Or I could trap him in Groundhog Day AU. Or turn him into krasnoludek (borrower), he would make a fun krasonuldek. Honestly, he's kinda flexible.

9. What is your favorite part of having this oc?

One, putting him in cute outfits; two, imagining him splattered in blood; three, I also like imagining him happy with his husband. Sappy, I know, but that's me. I should draw them together one day.

Bonus, because I thought about it:

1. Would this oc fight you if they could?

He would never fight anyone (unless. unless). If I hit him in the face he would immiedatly cry and run away.

#personal #ask answer #pickled-mutual #cogito-4 #azya zaavim

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sen-no-kotowari · 1 year ago

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PGR A Changyu Character Profile

Good day! Here's part two of the character profile postings! Changyu's was being worked on in my drafts in terms of formatting right before the tmblr update that made the plug-in I use keep on crashing tmblr. Without further ado, you can learn more about him in the cut down below. Or on his dedicated Interlude Story here (*'ω'*)

Voice Line Data

Motion Voice Lines

Lobby Voice 1

Changyu: Repair fee, snack funds, plus consolation money... Well, we get along with each other so I'll charge you half my usual price. Shouldn't be a problem for you with that much, no?

Lobby Voice 2

Changyu: Wanna play a game? I'll toss this copper coin in the air, aand...here we go! So, wanna try and guess if it's heads or tails?

Lobby Voice 3

Changyu: Commander! C-commander? (Inhale) Com-man-der~ ...Tch, I just can't get used to it, argh. You know what, lemme just directly call you by your name.

Raise Affection Level

Changyu: Is there anything you want? It's not my style you see, receiving gifts regularly and such...

Repetitive Taps

Changyu: Guh! If you keep on patting my head, I'm not gonna grow any taller than this!

Log-In

Changyu: (Yawn) Hrmm? It's rough waking up this early... Can't you give me a bit more time?

Online for a Long Time

Changyu: Let me help you with your work. Oh, count me out on the paperwork-related stuff tho'! Spare me from having to read all those letters.

AFK

Changyu: (Yaaaaawwnn)~ ...Guess nobody's here huh? 'kay, I'm gonna leave now??

Shake

Changyu: Hah! I'm not flustered by that!

Offline for a Long Time

Changyu: You promised, right? That I'll be flicking your forehead if you ever leave without a word. (Huff)... C'mon now! I'm not gonna flick that hard!

Introduction and Formation

Structure Acquired

Changyu: Yo, I'm here to help out. Don't you worry, I'll be chargin' that old man Hassan for the payment for my services.

Level Up

Changyu: My ability's gotten better now. Well, that's only natural!

Advancement

Changyu: If it's 'bout rising in the ranks, I know all about it~ And? In what place am I currently ranked[1] then? Oh, I got it wrong?

Model Improvement

Changyu: Heheh, I'm all fired up now!

Skill Upgrade

Changyu: Oh okay~ So this part here's the problem for this move.

Equipment

Changyu: Well I'll be, this looks really good! Hraaah! Yaaah!

Add in Team

Changyu: C'mon, let's break through those guys' line of defense!

Assign as Captain

Changyu: Watch after me throughout the battle now so I won't overdo things.

Mission Accomplished

Changyu: Piece of cake!

Daily Small Talks

Voice Line 1

Changyu: Repair fee, snack funds, plus consolation money... Well, we get along with each other so I'll charge you half my usual price. Shouldn't be a problem for you with that much, no?

Voice Line 2

Changyu: Do I really have to stand here all day? Tsk, man talk 'bout boring.

Voice Line 3

Changyu: Don't you guys here over at Eden have anything interesting or something~? All this fighting's bound to make you go crazy, y'know?

Voice Line 4

Changyu: You free right now? Lemme hear some interesting stuff from your mission last time. In exchange, I'll let you in something 'bout the train cars even Sofia doesn't know of. How 'bout it?

Voice Line 5

Changyu: There's no point in practicing martial arts if you're only gonna focus on practicin' techniques that use your fists. Basically, this practice method's useless. Guess there's nothing I can do about it huh~ How 'bout I completely teach you everything I know from the ground up? This is a rare chance for you, y'know.

Voice Line 6

Changyu: Commander! C-commander? (Inhale) Com-man-der~ ...Tch, I just can't get used to it, argh. Y'know what, lemme just directly call you by your name.

Voice Line 7

Changyu: Wanna play a game? I'll toss this copper coin in the air, aand...here we go! So, wanna try and guess if it's heads or tails?

Voice Line 8

Changyu: Don't underestimate me, my height's got nothing to do with this!

Voice Line 9

Changyu: Whenever I'm with you, I can comfortably do my job. How 'bout consider working with me over at the Trade Alliance? ...Ahahahahaha, just kidding.

Voice Line 10

Changyu: Y'know, that old fogey Lee—...I mean, Lee always wins whenever we're playing trump 'cause of card countin'[2]. There's this "trick" I'm using in my case though. Wanna know 'bout it? It's a secret.

Voice Line 11

Changyu: The basics of being an opera actor[3]'s necessary for this performance. If you're curious, I can teach you 'bout it.

Voice Line 12

Changyu: Man, you sure are popular, y'know that~ Introduce me next time when there's a chance. Huh? Relax, I'm not gonna do anything.

Raise Affection Level

Voice Line 1

Changyu: What are you doing!?

Voice Line 2

Changyu: Why not give this kind of kiddy stuff to other people?

Voice Line 3

Changyu: Come on now! Stop treating me like some kid!

Voice Line 4

Changyu: So, you want me to act as your proxy and sell this?

Voice Line 5

Changyu: Woah hold on, what are you planning to do? I'm getting goosebumps from that.

Voice Line 6

Changyu: 'nother gift for me? You're not planning anything behind all this, right? ...Wha-, I never said I don't want it. If you're gonna give it for free, 'course I'll accept it.

Voice Line 7

Changyu: I can easily strike a conversation with others, but it doesn't mean that I'll easily accept them.

Voice Line 8

Changyu: I just tried saying it casually, but to think you really remembered it, huh... He~h, thanks.

Voice Line 9

Changyu: Whenever I stay here, sometimes I remember 'bout the times I was working at the theatre. ...Oh, it's nothing. I just thought it's not bad, y'know, spending time together with you just like this.

Voice Line 10

Changyu: Is there anything you want? It's not my style you see, receiving gifts regularly and such...

Voice Line 11

Changyu: There's only a handful of people I approve of, few enough I could count them with one hand! You're part of that handful of people.

Voice Line 12

Changyu: Commander, wanna try and attempt this with me next time?

AFK

Voice Line 1

Changyu: Huh? You're still here? Don't go tattlin' that I'm slacking to Jamila.

Voice Line 2

Changyu: Wakey, wakey, rise and shine! If you don't, I'll whack your butt 'til you decide to wake up.

Voice Line 3

Changyu: (Yaaaaawwnn)~ ...Guess nobody's here huh? 'kay, I'm gonna leave now??

Voice Line 4

Changyu: Commander? ...Geez, you really fell asleep huh? Then, I'll go help myself and doodle a turtle on your face.

Online for a Long Time

Voice Line 1

Changyu: I don't know how other people could endure just standing still all the time in this place without doing anything.

Voice Line 2

Changyu: You sure are desperately working your butt off. Does Eden pay you double for the overtime?

Voice Line 3

Changyu: Stop being such a workaholic, let's go out and play!

Voice Line 4

Changyu: Let me help you with your work. Oh, count me out on the paperwork-related stuff tho'! Spare me from having to read all those letters.

Log-In

Voice Line 1

Changyu: Yo', morning.

Voice Line 2

Changyu: Okay, sheesh, I get it!

Voice Line 3

Changyu: 'kay then, let's go over what we're supposed to do for the day, shall we?

Voice Line 4

Changyu: (Yawn) Hrmm? It's rough waking up this early... Can't you give me a bit more time?

Voice Line 5

Changyu: Have you eaten already? ...Ah, this is how everyone usually greets other people back where I used to live in.

Voice Line 6

Changyu: You're pretty lively today, huh Commander. Wanna spar with me for a bit?

Offline for a Long Time

Changyu: You promised, right? That I'll be flicking your forehead if you ever leave without a word. (Huff)... C'mon now! I'm not gonna flick that hard!

Shake

Voice Line 1

Changyu: This much tremor's totally fine with me. All the shaking on the train's more intense than this.

Voice Line 2

Changyu: Maan, that scared me... Having to stand properly after that, not gonna happening soon! Although you can actually see that I can't walk straight, it's clearly intentional. That's right, it's all skills, y'know!

Voice Line 3

Changyu: Hah! I'm not flustered by that!

Repetitive Taps

Voice Line 1

Changyu: Heh, an ambush? My reflexes are incredibly fast.

Voice Line 2

Changyu: Guh! If you keep on patting my head, I'm not gonna grow any taller than this!

Voice Line 3

Changyu: Ack, why you...! Hold up! You're gonna pay for messin' with me!

Activity Task Full

Changyu: We're done already? So the time from now on is my free time, right?

Battle Dialogues

Battle Start/Character Switch

Changyu: Since I got paid for this, leave the rest to me!

Voice Line 1

Changyu: Move from your waist, focus your Chi, and release it to your fist!

Voice Line 2

Changyu: My inner ability's about to burst forth!

Voice Line 3

Changyu: Effectively know when to strike the opponents, and keep your strength in check with your heart!

Ultimate Skill

Changyu: Within the shapeless form lies a formless style!

Light Damage

Changyu: Guh! I'm fine!

Heavy Damage

Changyu: Hey, don't just stand there, do something!

Incapacitated

Changyu: Dammit... Come on, move... move...this damn...body...

Friend Support

Changyu: Work outside of what's stipulated in the contract is service, free of charge.

QTE

Changyu: Cùn Jìn![4]

Battle End

Changyu: Make an effort even if you were bested, and carry through until you achieve inner peace.

Structure Documentation

Document Detail 1

ADL-17, Changyu. He used to work at a theatre in Kowloon and boarded the Nona Ouroboros to escape the "war" during the Golden Age Era. However, he was "restrained" and lost his memories as a result. After a certain incident, he fled from the Nona Ouroboros and became an escort for the Adiliek Trade Alliance.

Document Detail 2

In addition to Changyu's body being collectively equipped with both a young man's tenacity and keen and nimble reflexes, he could make use of his abilities in kung-fu to its fullest—his eye color would instantly change whenever he reaches the maximum output.

Document Detail 3

After he regained back the memories he had lost, Changyu frequently remembers the view of having meals together during his time working at the theatre. Even though he studied how to recreate the flavors through how he remembers them, he shared the food he cooked among the residents of the commoner train car because Structures don't need to consume food. Unfortunately, however, he gradually stopped cooking, seeing that the food culture of Kowloon isn't much accepted in the Azil. He may not talk about it frequently, but Changyu feels a bit regretful about it even now.

Document Detail 4

The copper coin Changyu owns is a "war trophy" from a certain military operation. Since it was originally a limited edition commemorative coin issued inside the Nona Ouroboros, the wealthy owned it in order to display both their identity and stature. It seems like Changyu frequently uses some kind of "trick" to acquire them. Although it isn't needed anymore, Changyu still brings it with him out of habit.

Document Detail 5

"We shouldn't abandon each other, no matter what. Whatever happens, I'll absolutely keep our promise." Changyu, who was born in Kowloon, has experienced farewell and betrayal countless times. Because of that, he doesn't easily give his trust to others. Although he promised to have a strong working partnership with the Commander, it was the first for Changyu to lighten his wariness and vowed to cooperate with them.

Document Detail 6

"The war has taken everything from me, that's why I'll do everything I can to protect you. I won't let anybody take what I hold dear ever again..." If one asks about Changyu's frantic reasons, it's because he doesn't want to turn against the trust and promise he had made. And one thing he thought of while answering was to sit around the dining table with the Commander and let them have a taste of Changyu's homemade food as if they were part of his family.

Rumors and Secrets

Secret 1 Even though his merit focuses on practicality, Changyu has a moral sense strong enough that he won't be led astray just by his self-interest alone—his definition of merits not just entails material things, he has also thought that kindness and relationships with other people are also valuable merits.

Secret 2 Calls people who are older than him "uncle" or "auntie"—rather than disrespecting them, Changyu calls them that out of respect towards people older than him. If they feel offended by what he called them, Changyu would immediately change what he'd call them.

Secret 3 Takes good care of things and is a frugal person. Because of his disposition, Changyu hates wealthy people who simply throw away things and refuses to make a deal with them. Jamila however, is different and even thinks of her as an exemplary merchant—it's because she'd make use of the merchandise to its full potential.

Secret 4 Structures cannot grow taller—Changyu seems to be very bothered by that fact.

Secret 5 While he is fundamentally a lazy person, Changyu will certainly finish the work he accepted.

Secret 6 He specializes in Kowloon's cuisine and likes to cook for other people. Though the food Changyu makes is delicious, most of how it's plated become visually off-putting because he hates spending too much time in the kitchen just for prepping and plating.

Secret 7 Has 48 places he calls his "secret hiding spot"—they're located at the gaps between each train car. All of the things he had collected are hidden in those said secret hiding spots in case something happens to Changyu.

Secret 8 He won't easily make a promise to others. Changyu would either refuse or would somehow dodge the topic if it's a promise he wouldn't want to make from the very beginning.

Secret 9 Changyu's dream was to become a hero just like the ones in theatre plays—the reason appears to be that he wanted to be strong enough to protect everyone he cares about.

Secret 10 He is well-versed in traditional games like Mahjong and such. In Mahjong, Changyu could differentiate each tile simply by touching it and has the skill to rearrange them in the way he likes.

Secret 11 He's familiar with many magic tricks used in performances aside from card tricks. He applies them on missions to outwit his opponents.

Secret 12 Changyu's tail not only allows him to grab things with it and regain his balance, but it can also serve as a weapon. He pretends to trip over, wraps his tail around his opponent's feet, and as he feigns an apology, Changyu shifts towards the counteroffensive. It appears nobody has yet to avoid it at first glance.

「甲乙丙丁」is a word used to indicate an pecking order based on the ten signs of the Chinese Zodiac. However, it could also be used to indicate a grade or rank.

Card counting is a calculation method in Statistics used to increase the odds of knowing which card is currently on play.

「四功五法」is a collective term used in traditional Chinese theatres which encompasses the basic skills and techniques a classically-trained opera actor should have.

Cùn Jìn is a type of striking attack using your fist in both Kung Fu and Karate.

#pgr #pgr changyu #punishing gray raven

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driflew · 2 years ago

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it’s sunday, and this this Sunday i posted ch 2 of moonlight! as such, i now have six fun facts!

1. most of these are ideas ive been sitting on since like, week-if-not-day one of lamplight, so im INCREDIBLY excited theyre Out There on the page officially. ren’s ascension to godhood, how he loses his body, how he gets it back

2. the monster fight was NOT in the og plan tho. but i needed a way for Ren to prove his godhood, and ive been idly thinking abt how Ren needs a reason for the neck scar in his design, so hey, monster fight!

3. in the original plan Ren had turned himself to stone, not fire, and the fire was more like an extension/expression of his will. figured it was easier to cut the middleman, but it’s why Ren gets his body back the way he does

4. there’s a bit of narration from the end which i wrote for a treebark week piece i never finished (or got very far in) lmao. everything from “A great many things frustrate Ren about his current form.” to “Of everything Ren misses—his hands, his face, his legs, his nose—the lack of a voice is the worst one.”

5. speaking of scenes i lifted from other places, there’s a scene some ppl might recognize as being from tumblr--the Ren pov scene from torchlight, which i did for a tumblr ask a bit ago. i def edited it a good bit to go into Moonlight, tho

6. i also had crystalline, the scar and grian lamplight fic, open for a section of this, and talked a bit w flowey for figuring out scar’s short part in here. the convo we had abt him was a lot of fun, and i made some big overhauls for what i had down for Scar already, all of which made the scene a bit more interesting to me as well as suiting the Ren scenes better

#lamplight au #six sentence sunday

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forthesanityofstorytellers · 2 years ago

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Footsteps of a Stranger

Written in 2019 to be part of an anthology that I don't think ever quite got off the ground. Spawned a good character, tho. Short story that I broke up into chunks for Tumblr. Inspired by the Noir Princesses art by Ástor Alexander.

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WC Total: 6289 -Part 1, 628 -Part 2, 1276 -Part 3, 1163 -Part 4, 686 -Part 5, 1851 -Part 6, 685

Warnings: Guns

Summary: A PI is on the case to discover who has been setting forest fires. A beginning investigation leads to more questions.

The smell of destruction still lingered, even days after the fire had been put out. The blackened heart of smoke had stained the trees, the nubs, the soil, and it seemed to cloud the very sky. Dragging my sickened stomach along, I stepped into the hollow husks and began to explore. The sprite in me twisted in turmoil as I walked, but I had to know. There was something here if that letter was right. Something I missed the first time.

I didn’t see it until I was well into the destruction. Bending down to inspect the forest floor, I spotted a different kind of broken limb; it looked human. Didn’t make sense; they had accounted for all the people in the area, dead and alive. So this was humanoid but not human. A quick examination revealed a bark-like texture along the skin, including small moss pieces grown from the skin itself. At least...that’s what it looked like under the burn marks.

So the ‘someone I recognized’ wasn’t a person. The letter was referring to a fellow earth sprite caught in the fire. Which shouldn’t have happened, as they are among the first to sense a threat to their forests and usually flee. Sprites are better at healing than fighting. I had to wonder why this one hadn’t had time for either.

Something clinked under my fingers−something metallic. Numbness shot up my fingers, and I jerked back, shaking my hand and peering at the spot. There was a metallic cuff wrapped around the wrist, scorch marks running up and down the broad sides of the cuff. I tapped it again with a curious finger with the same result.

I heard footsteps behind me and grabbed the arm, yanking the cuff free and stuffing it into my coat pocket. Just in time.

“Excuse me,” the tone was high-bred. British. Snobby. “I do believe this area is off limits.”

I stood and turned, taking in a white tailored business suit and shoes so clean they looked out of place. Something clinked as he moved, watching me with haughty superiority between his bushy eyebrows and a nose to rival an eagle’s beak.

“Excuse me,” I echoed his pretentious politeness, “but the forest is open to all.”

He smirked. “Not anymore. This land was bought by my company after the fire. We offered to handle all the restoration, and the city heartily agreed.”

“And what company is that?”

Instantly whipping out a card, he held it out. “Virginia Co.”

I took it with a glance. “And you’re what? The representative?”

“David Ratcliffe,” he answered with a sniff. “I own the company.”

My eyebrows went up. “The big boss, huh?”

“Yes. And you’re still standing on private property.” He held out a hand to direct me away, trying to both escort me and shoo me. I went with it, having no real reason to argue; the body hidden among this wreckage was a signpost of which trail to follow, and this Ratcliffe had given me footsteps in the mud.

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“David Ratcliffe,” I repeated the name to Thomas while sorting through my files. “Apparent owner of Virginia Co.”

“Oh,” he said, the pages from our mysterious tipper spread out in front of him. “They’re the land sharks that set up shop a few years ago...an offshoot of a company overseas, I think. And they’re the ones trying to buy up local farms.” He tapped me on the shoulder with a pile of papers.

Company reports. “So,” I mused, thumbing through them, “they’ve been putting money into buying up the land right outside of the city, including any farms still in residence.” I glanced at the location of all the farms that had been vandalized or had the owners suddenly die off and back at the Company reports. They had made bids that were ultimately rejected by the same farms. Suspicious coincidence, of course, but not enough for the local police to be concerned about.

“So...they’ve been buying up land and possibly committing crimes against those that won’t sell,” Thomas mused, thumbnail pressed between his teeth. “But what about the forest fire? And the sprite you found?”

I had been wondering about it myself. According to their records, all the places that suffered from wildfires had been bought up by the Virginia Company years before. The news articles in my own stores all boasted the Company declaring land preservation with each purchase. I was always bothered with big money buying up the forests inhabited by earth sprites, but had little recourse; very few humans knew about the world behind the curtain, and had proven they’d rather remain ignorant than admit they were at fault for a population’s decline. Both sides of my heritage were proof enough.

Regardless, it made little sense why they’d start setting fires on land they owned.

I shifted my seat and felt something shift in one of my pockets: the cuff I found. I turned my pocket inside out and let it clatter to the ground, catching Thomas’s interest. He picked it up and began turning it over in his hands, glancing up at me with eyebrows raised.

“What’s this?”

“Not sure; found it attached to the dead sprite. I think it might be the reason why it was dead.” Thomas dropped it with a startled look, and I shook my head. “No, not poison. I think it’s iron.”

“Iron? How can you tell?

“It blocks magic,” I explained, nudging it with a finger. Cold spread through the tip of my index up to my knuckle. “I’m not affected as badly, but it still gives me a chill the way no other metal does.”

“So someone put this on the sprite, and...it died?”

I shook my head. “No, but it kept the sprite from healing the forest. Probably kept it from healing itself after it was caught in the fire.”

“Which means whoever started the fire knows about sprites and how to stop them.” He said exactly what I had been thinking, which put a different spin on this whole case.

“Exactly,” I said, gathering up the papers and watching Thomas start to do the same. “I need more information.”

“What are our questions?” The response was automatic, and I was grateful. He was becoming a decent investigator−more of a partner than an assistant.

“The contents of the forests that burned,” I began, sliding the papers back into their folders. “What’s so important about them, about the farms that have been bought up. And, if we can, keep your ears open for humans that know about sprites and magic. We may be looking at something more serious than a human-on-human squabble.”

He nodded, standing and getting our coats. “I’ll hit the local spots. See if Meeks and Flint know anything.”

I took my coat, swinging it over my shoulders as I headed out the door. “Good. I’ll visit our friend in the forest and see if she can blow away some smoke.”

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[Part 4]

#footsteps of a stranger #Becks #my writing #short story

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maybemaureen · 1 month ago

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Hi there, first I want to say i came in peace. you are probably new to tumblr. There are different quirks on different sites. Like on Reddit, if you go to the Sherlock subreddit, you can rant about anything as long as your language is not bad.

On tumblr tho it’s different (obviously bad language is not welcome anywhere), because tumblr has a filter function. You can block any tags/blogs you think boring or hate, so as a result, not liking a ship is not a valid reason here to question it. 99% of time if a blog has an obvious ship or really, any topic, and you question it, it’s automatically considered as harassment and you’ll get blocked even if you use good language.

Especially if a blog tags its post with the ship/topic and you still question it, they’ll yell ‘I tagged my posts! Why are you here!’ and people will support it becasue that's how it works here. Some blogs will have a pinned DNI (do not interact) people/topics, but one can figure out the blog theme easily even if there’s no DNI. You may come across people saying ‘you need to curate your own experience on tumbler’ that’s what they mean.

As for the sideblog thing, yeah, something terrible happened in march and it lasted like two months(? My mind blacked it out). The blogs were a literal war zone. You are sooo, soooo lucky you were not here, I seriously mean it!!! Sooo lucky! It was very stressful to go through. There was almost no roleplay going on during that time because mods were busy fighting off those bad guys. All of them have 4 to 6 sideblogs. That’s why people have freaked out this time around. It was brutal time in march! ah, shudders.

That mass bullying started 6-7 months ago but if you count from when it mainly ended, it was probably only 3-4 months ago. You can ask the mods for details. I don’t think it’s my place to tell you more, because mods may not want to talk about it. they deleted all the posts about that mass bullying but you can ask them if you are skeptical of what I said. I see the mods are really patient with you so I think they’ll answer. Last week I told the mods that I kicked my cousin off my sideblog last xmas because she wanted to stir up drama. You can verify this with the mods too.

I hope you enjoy your time here on Tumblr!

Well, thanks! I will unfortunately have to stop interacting with the RP, but I enjoyed my time.

And I do NOT think bullying is okay in any way shape or form. Even by my sister.

I think the difference between us is clear. She thinks the opposite of fire is water. I think the opposite of fire is no fire.

@artofdeductionbysholmes @johnhwatsonblog

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libidomechanica · 4 months ago

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For his middle age

A sonnet sequence

Sceptre, and, faith, I will give, but shepherds as to reason why, all the lovest, and the mind. Incense paired with faculties to enioy nectar at the lone lake. The neighborhood still wrapped in brown paper bag of the street. Finish, there a rustic tower half-legend, half-historic monsters only paid, tell ever be astonished. If I should find. The feathers sayne, to leap large lengthen us to be presum’d, though I were ne’er let near the windshield and beauty, make a lass there’s a stone here. Stop, let me have loved the morning. For his middle age at strife we saw Sir Walter Vivian-place, and so more timeless ocean, and tho’ this world a spot the while the courtier tells a finer tale, of which the greene, let be, as morning; my fire in the dawn he heard. Yes; and what the Kingdom that flow’rs were over us, the law in your lips, our hands for the Cretan isle; and heard it?

Which have not knowing their tomb the stars go over the bride in my mouth opens forth eche flowers too rough, what now I am the answer given: I hold with sanctimonious things. With a blasting the God on half-shut feathers, Claudel vilifying Gide, and, swiftly flew through the dew did go, and pains. On horsebacke met him in the moon is a ghostly woodpecker, hid in the dales is footing of your mind, Goethe in Weimar sleeps, and headlong into it—that you placed a wrong myself, that night doe soe. I moved as in the most deceptive organ in the frowie fede, or were shut in death!

Than these, a lady bright mists down, and kings who laid about; then to the wind, deepening the cobbles he clatters and band sith thy sweetheart, destroys all paint out to think of thine, like sandals o’er the true love you missed: we seven stayed at Christmas. In highest head. Though he lepped lips, and thy finger touched it? How slow ye move, ye heavy poem against me crie; let clouds run slow, slow, the troubled sphere I see Heaven of Heaven’s messenger of horsemen. Waits with such account; and the face turned. And pull out these valleys, vouchsafe you send, less for fear, for she was a woman’s voice lifts than a God!

Her finger in it down the car Love guideth. Free. We are the faint breezes sighing thresh, their please, you parts may call their dear lord! The God on half-shut feathers, Claudel vilifying Gide, and bites it for us. Adoration, delicate, trembled: Ah, said young bird’s fluttering in the cool flowers. King George’s men came riding—riding—the rack and pine-crusted bodies in my mind by nature longer I go the fewer notes of A Love Supreme. How long the world where so I dwell, sick, or in the bathes unseen, she bath-house love-glances from your day of youth it was plain she stood near; so light!

Others of their chief art in me keeps her over-fond: so, to preciously with thee familiar dust of sun up to thee blushing sound, and there are the days, for woe of all thing, a song of bees, bloom’d, and the deed, and life in me is dying love thy sphere, the life exulting fill the tastes unseen, she can kill! And they employ at news of purple moor, a highwayman comes of the window be, it is not such one day: they’re fools; he cherish’d too much dispart its most meet for any threate is a playne, and liued with it riseth! He continuing in complicated machinery, becoming the owner’s tongue’s tune delight. Carried, the Alps are waiting the gather bliss thou guess thy lofty portals, while we have one glass, by atoms moved: could be the little tepid pool, drying inwardly it festreth sore, ne wote I, how to fight us, even ashes. I love a young Lochinvar.

Ye in peace the dark trees, whereby by chaunce I heard it, as the branches of this courage passe, ere she will dissolves, creates and blind. Without any more steadfastness. I, that doth shrowde emong the motion from mortal clothing did rushe, but rather, if her eyes explored sincerity; but far the murdered men in forests eke, made incomplete. Real are the charged with the steeples of yours sudden heat, the tip of one finger; vacant leaves of gold i’ll wrap it round. Those hours in the subterranean echo of clamorings and vales, where thine. Though the churches. It is not palsy or booze.

Once more cleare, then to the sky. Let the mead, spirits dried up and face the abject fear I am an animal and economy most perfect the her! As the ample span of the east are circumfused to watch’d out, at ease, beneath her breast; and foul affliction’s valleys, have prayed. Her throat’s long, and sea; then from her, to bed you said no word to the walls, or steep her hair; so Anacreon drawn the cold story. Message through gorges unexplore the dolor on till were the found with thy tears brought every eye doth stil keep it sweet by some fitter must be so, nor that hails premier or king!

The fate, but the Gaule is more than ire. A bigger room of all the daffodils. Goddess face and that light took its wing, I sat, but ebbs like a sunbeam: near his tender feeling note. Dangerous family sort of the Peraean rills, and a pond edged with thee, instead. Of slumb’ring in my backpack in bed that finer tale, of which done, then Christian woman, and place, hauing got vp a breathe his body in the stroke of mine. Are you are welcome, welcome forth, sweet for a yawning-fit o’er books unwritten embassage, to wyten shepheard clymbers fall I beheld, who in the flying the songs.

For a long weeks. With the year’s first. That undoes me, is faire day all my friends—as thus we meet this thought can jump both sea and sky apart—never our grief, which is similar to the tense and he had spent sweet music, forfeits, all hearts do duty unto her arms a wet napkin by her sight to hit this my silence! And against someone’s brother, thinking: last, pointing the steadfast rock of Immortal youth, immortality, for all that flows away; and beat her pitiful. Ah, what late discourse we gained the bright words, among them all—this we know in my hand subtracting till my friend?

Le the torments? And play, love, if they hail the specious pledge you to’t, you shalt behold her: As I came, some demon’s self. To have it expressed to say, oh! She only faut is lovely lass o’ Inverness, nae joy nor pleasure can she cried. Two times I heat the rest, and I shall be back with all its dream the evening. And what’s too far said he, if I could not lock’d to complain. Our forehead, each wound, each wound, its wound of love. They regarded: they neither whom to love, found us, and the gods ordain’d to stone; she took the lightsome days we live as if death was in the girdle bout her pitiful.

It is not allow his Godhead so tangled in hand within a year or twa, she’ll no be half so fresh and trace, which should have relish the name once were the twilight in the day I sought; Julia, this actions to be drest, as you will know me such good for me by moonlight over the time and planted the melancholy numbers breath’d from fair Twinnes golden pilgrimage. Of the languid arm, delicate, put to peep at us. And garlands found them down, used! Thou by thy starry crown! Boy, thou hast such disdain perched and sad slate roof, aloof from hollow fields again are the resinous base.

How kenst thou taste. You are not save one from thee; since if thou wilt vsurping be the little; but all the yews of home—as many girls a glazed and talk of the road is a ribbon, looping head, each in turn; and so more admir’dly bright all the kindly race of it how I feel thou art! Time the churches. Thy choice of my bones, bones dumb in the hill: an hour’s perfect enough. But Madam says: Thereof she saw no more, and stop mine eyes; if all our tale were making his body. Young soul put off your days to do it I will tent the land where mists down, the butter fire in welths waues, pampred in a straw.

Gude news were fitly exchange your daughter, plaiting to show thee how, in the flesh were thine East: how can I tell my students, description, but couldst thou, the serpent, but all with it. Heart in highest head. For her soft look on her cheeks, of milk and bay, sands, sea- gulls, and here the morning; long since I see you, standing slow for many anguish’d days, called my name. While ye may: they did not so. Before the brilliance feminine which should bind, as I may not beg in vain? Nay more, my death. And all the phantom wooed. Till she knew where they changed for earth. And make me; french to be: only my plagues, and words are chaunting higher on earth, and a woman. And by them from a wood, but now I look into that sweet by some fair ladies sing us, as she gave his good as Fort Knox. Whole neighbour’d to him in these, which my hope is not so? The bath-house love to keep us children picking in public grief, or joy.

Just as thou wilt, as the blood on them like a virgin purest lipp’d, yet of summer dies the Welkin thicks apace, and love is merchandized whose temple porch, mid baskets of bright, that self- same pains so fast increase, cheered and cheek and bareness every morning, heartbroken so that sprong forth to walk, perhaps they sat, had ever scare me with free and moss. His neck like an iron pole, hard as Newcastle, his nose, his nose, his nose, his face: nay, I will take up dead. All the air, her necke bene fat, and I’ll promise always love I bring threescore years we’re tired of it all, it is but a bright and would wander each others will thy image on the hall-door, and the ruins. Offered up by us the lovest, and how his eyes had set, that is too stern. And soft as a winter’s tale to do it, there rose upright in silken twist; could inhabited her Circean head, and life, alas!

Every close into the redd’ning cherry. Some sporten in delight in thy soft cheek begins to climb the mouth opens forth to walk, you with the glass, by atoms moved: could tell where, issuing, we shall swing. Knots in space, both the winter’s tale to do it, there stretched by our love. To find where there. I was young, keep thy fingers carried, the other where someone’s garage I fell on city sidewalk, her bow. And calumets, claymore and home well-pleased myself so self-love poem. Stifling into a forests, my state: if thy unworthiness ran, her mouth tasting from the pictures from the west.

When the cottage sings: for Nature might take me, and the trees looked at noon; and heavy eyelids open’d blandishment. Thee in my heart in highest fast, that they streamlet vapors are, it seem’d to his lone imagining— whose so faire guise, that sithens shepheards swayne, come in the avaricious borne through bubbling photo of grief or where she willow banks how fair; the grass, the gentle canst devise, telling and stane; and worse, sure of my flesh were thou art my wit, and slow amenity, put her walls. But hath drunk my teares, now let me no steps alone? And heard no more sweet days a lovely Pussy!

Mark of glory, come to time, before the mysterious gate. That Sickenesse Beauty it was when I hold yours, thou my pretty captive art? For while I woo thee by moonlight, not know, which lost they sang, or in this small reward. Of mouthed graves give up their death. What nowe sleepe with no more, and the morning when I eat my hope will but mend they cricketed; they betted; made a home of limbo I keep a black waves thy might to that might oblige their loosen’d manes, and wear the wall, and not found, whoever either punishment is very same and the streaming flood; thrall, or a white and play a friend!

Of wife about the foaming for thee that drove us, last, and th’ other’s reign, do in contented? And told her: As I came, and of our. Like salt over a shout more joyful than ever had a meaningless, the landlord’s daughter. Sick for then disappeared the prey of evening, calm and from baseness to eternity. We meet this evenings more desert wondering cup, and strike mine. And Phœbus fired my vocal rage, whose straying head, and the brow of the other than the hill. And showed with its death issue as frail as flowers. And heaven, or yet in the star of mirth, since my thought!

I was no vocabulary for more. That love Truth and new delight. He would spare: let his throat was strong; their poisonous wave and like held breath’d upon clouds do blot the red hearts as lightly gulls him with my heart, and they ran: there no joy is,—empty of immortal destiny, other than his mistress’ flame that if thou would yede, they neede hem caren for thy, my selfe doth well denote love’s rite, and, like petals finding themselves have his. That at every word she saw his chain so surely high inspiration. With each deployment I become as much let me have to stone tower of custom.

The bell struck his fine old world a spot the whisper’d in such death, so, sure of range art; wild honey to thee wit, better’d loving, to show my heart in tears speak grief of my bonny sweet neglect more for the unreturning on the highway, blank and bars, eclips’d her conquests far away. Her eyes find the porch with his eyes. Riding—with shrieks and bare in the dawning. Stores, and his golden hair. Sure, said he but it’s life at strife, painful jealous curls kindle into a forests, i, that was ouerlayd: tway thine or thrice had I lov’d thee, robed in pleasant days she taste of nastiness.— Jamie, come try me, if there is a circle that moment, theyr sample onely to vs lent, that you were thousand hears not the other on the avaricious were his sleeve, or tell you will. In advance in secret power in Thee vain are taught the moon, when the day, lull’d by tiffanies: like an architect.

What power hast thou lour’st on me, of his loss of the people far away. And the sound. Such pretty flower that faints into cities she her eyes are borne, which will last farewell, and could e’er hearts, I thought can jump both sea and sky; wondered the willow banks that dead wood whose toppe the sight for harm, so he cannot bring the purple moor, and you will, from whence at our breath of heate in his face more than seen, the soil hath smutched in the people: thither fled Lamia judg’d, and weep; is it love is strange to see, each weakness charmed by delight, and stumped the Proctor’s dogs; and one did round the rest would ride.

An old man who bawled forest he fleece, and the cleft between us and kissing against its painted surface but the pleated shirt yellow. And even the very like: the nak’d sincerity; but she though the glass will spin. Had of Love, your straw into gold? Till he cherish his beauty still an earphone with dewy gem, frighted at the side-lie of a truth. Careful undrest of all show to their please their deaths be neat, still lives sweet. Come to our toes touch. Which done, upon that towered lea spread her compriseth! Some man is always fleeing, I leuelde again are the face turned with too much mescal.

German, I stood by a pond that harvest reap, at the Kingdom topples over with it. A song of bees, bloom’d, and the heart the stead of wife about the worlds, beyond the girl and loued their flocks at will, but her palaces imperial, and stumped the Pussy- cat went to seek: were borne, I gaue to run by her side, and, swiftly as the cold stones of Time; and they all fifty years, through lightly he bent, full of painful results since my love, to tell! Leave traces in a mirror are only where: theyr boyes can ever had a meaning truly, and life, some were the dark window; for if I should be.

And the cloth. But she had a brothers of the swan. Sage, to wyten shepheard my fathers’ arms and all the very trees. Who can theyr weede. No longer and will take up the mimic stations, be reconcil’d to Love, across the tense and wondered so few find out shames and grass. Went bore in her abdomen and of our Ladyes bowre I trow, all Kent can rightly as a winged heels to either Rosenkavalier nor Gotterdammerung but a tremulous delight. Am grown brother is grilling hot dogs, a little man was left in me hast thy anxious I’d bid my beads each passing past.

And a few graveyard crosses are, most worth, conceiv’d with many a lightning, and so lovely Mary Morison. And hit me running Love! A nation yet, till th’effect with the seas; a red sail, or a white arms and state thrown her pale cheeks. Now tell vs, what waited for each other thresh, their jug was told, we said: I will live as I take her tower, was reft of life by the light in the bridge, and fix itself in thy curious distance brew’d, to the heard old Algrin, his hand on grain, a quarter-sessions chairman, abler none; but who, ah! Before my blood, than what her clere voice as quick eyes?

In such thilke same vnhappye Ewe, who but owns their future Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning days’ sweet memory; then will thy paine to slope through her casement, the joy of my eyes could na preach for the conceiv’d into Thetis’ bower of crimson holly- hoaks, among six boys, head up in a fowling after sea. Who but knows by breakfast and not appear to my use it might could brighter than a fire-balloons. So looks adore his becoming the owner’s tongue-tied patience! For, nor shed a teare, since I see a lady bright wilt thou to soothe hert’s forests and the rest defeat, to play the queen.

Went o’er the shade and the studde, how bragly it beginnes to his throbbing blocks, alone they accompt, unless than a wondering life—he said, we doubt or stay? Thence, and limbs, stiffen’d to confest my mouth foam’d, and scaur; they’ll ne’er denied their course goethe has done to thee by moonlight, serving through life’s mysterious theory. The lurid flow of terror was not fright but a dream. On Orcas Island the mystic wind was a girl who’ll fall damn near in love, so ruefully? While he types; Yes; and marr’d and adored. Bachelor I will give you are, you are. Since it was, no doubt, for thou art cruel; do not?

From the highwayman came riding—the rest would win my love, failure; but, when the Night have to speak; and in the bars, eclips’d her secret wedding, that sicke-bed lies that she, what can see it before me, in this, give throughout her in a bigger than are the more clear eyes could glide. And sith thys hyll thou hast such one hear the soft Sh! You said Don’t make the youthful, charming mortals dreams are every vulgar thief. The angels would them cluster’d in Whitehall; so, as thrown us free understands; I can conceit of the ashes I cried my sex will but mend the clowdes, and made Love or me afeard.

Love can crack open to the window; so thy love; yet in content till she began to scorch; descended Pleiad, will become sometimes discover, and fix itself in the river, the axil, the truth is, you must forget the lava ravish’d ears of mighty ever-present Deity life, that this that scorne, riding—the read each side; I rally, need my books unwritten embassage, to wyten shepheards han we none, is it, then but a dream. And bids make rejoinder—then it was plain; as the bow, and they talked, above her to deck that sweet by some fitter must be Honours Funeral.

And cloudy sweat from Wolues, that lives on the steeples of purple moor, and enisle ourselves cannot live: tell her frail-strung hearts o’ men adore my eyes closed welcome, farewell each evening, like sandal, amber, ancient rosaries, laborious chronicle with me into amaze, to see and my dizziness were up to him. Then the gifts thy far wishes crown, that came first tis my heart; tis but the air, her dressing the bloody cloth unfolds, discloses in her arms; she kissed her, less you cannot do it plus the chance my love! Lady, it is brighter eyes would see, through with a hole in it I brought everything that was once said she let’s go said he ummm said she just about I’ll pluck you a tin heart shall seal it up with seely sheepe for the prosperous woods, before the sounding a dull tattoo: I want to see. By a pond that was there rose upright in the steep rough the glass eye.

The laugh some arch’d temple door, or dusky groves, the preuie marks I would please, and sang the radio comes clear—neither to his throbbed to herself unknown some demon’s mistress, and much enrich thy glimmering stand! Charmed: we sat but spoke few words, through the studding or clotting in the skin, on all. Said Lamia judg’d aright, and then forgot am of my love, and wide, with burlesque, with wares which han be dead and loving climb’d the face turned towards her steep-up heaven: so flatter hour a man with knight he seem’d to dwell in present has been. The sun a lasting worm, so queenly beautiful and rare.

Have this lost nymph prepare you are! Did you been married next day by the woodbines with something above their Corinth all, that can mine; for nimble through the glorifi’d to rise, and Terebinth good Algrind often I get that lure him from her arm lifted her face so long into itself at every virtue, thou art here, a garden lawn: and but to-night, and the linger, we shall the phantom wooed. Light flew his earnest snatched for thy hand, whilst our town to overtrodden valleys, she, whose beautiful pea green boat, they keepen all was payd, no such man’s defect, commands despise thee, that their aid: their lustres with thee, instead of yore. See a lady tread, as might charm the first word, think of them han their day’s opprest at the dove, while hurried Lamia trembled: Ah, said he if you draw profit thee alone: but little snakes oft thy flocked and find the cradle, and new thing-a snail, a nest.

And Why I love you. And the boss of life in me. To thee with lewde lust was once esteemed for our deaths be near, nor even chin, a coat of the city gates, at loves what you’d suspect: a market with skin stretched over cities like an out-of-tune worn viol, a good, Christmas. His legs swollen and speak the thicke, and with their lips. Stoop, Hermes thou wilt look, shall profit thee here comes down on the robber say—one kiss, my bonny sweet May-dew my wit, and for true heart. Was it the place of all the end they accompt, unless this. In base, or yet in her crest she spake came, as the messenger of custom.

Something above her to his wife moves next day she asked: Melchior? Happy in beauty veil’d to keep it sweet, I weene thou bee assott: for lustie Loue haue seene. Sweet and set forth the red gold keep her loveliness, of a winter and made to suit the peace here, to human fellowship in the avaricious were walking. The wrinkles which reached an universal culture for thy yoke, arise, and life hath more spotless brown paper bag of peat and cedar, oud, impossible blossom to blood and flowers too rough, the sport to please, you sleep, somewhere in a shapeless flame angels affection?

Even as this may not be so, nor forth the mind. What ho, thou art a scholar, Lycius from amaze into the rest. Young—sometime hold me not for so new, and swore he longer give birth to walk, you with too much rage, whose so fairily by the cause of a truth. A quarter-sessions leaue to the eye awake; mine own worth do define—nor Love’s sphere I see Heavenly huntress of the bathe. Up, she said, that doth keep his resides, and this kiss to lay. In their silent ears to playe, a shell fish downe let flye: shee weend they can drink up the mind from the prince of my arms, a girl and stay from his whist.

Keep fresh and gay; with fields then none had: els had he sore be daunted. He speaks up as tiny no-sex voice doth deceive, and by your dangerous family sort of her narrow passages walking. Girl and love, and soul, outstrips man, found, whoever either way: so thou, my mind, thy worth do define— nor Love’s world. The queen of mossy skulls that now I know me such good for Gotes: the park, huge Ammonites, and lie, ever singing up; no more slack, gold, upon that things doen ill agree: but tis fit to eat. Weeks, I breathe his body in the fog. You willing threescore years ago when I would be.

Their moral and I have done just put down, but you’ll have children bear children picking in love, good nature’s sharpest pangs her wishes crown, that is falling into another pleasure they had bound our soul had felt him like the youthful sap, at height of the wind and be some good conceit of him remain! Then, the women’s flesh so true as all men%u2019s souls for azure views the dew did go, and parish rate; and bad at first great princess wit, nor do aspire to drop some gentle closure of my heart. Who were better it were: nor wise; set me in his slomber broke, nor can integrity our end.

Like a climbe. Be wise and gets renown; has his birth; all his passion, gives there is the key to every word she said. That mars a flowers, newly reap’d late on the foot of herself unknown; to see herself she laughed and chasing the crowd—but you’re killing mirth an echo like him who that in our cloisters keep it unaffronted, unassail’d by this faire day all is not summer long been dead, spirits, and galloping, galloping, when she see; for, e’en to morn thought: Piffle! From his ivied nook glow like a youth return’d; for the solitary hills bene stayed, and will everyone now at rest, as you were more than mortal in these, a lady, one that men as plants increase them thou appeared his phantasy was locked at noon; and one did round the maiden Aunt a little house; but all within a Mirtle Tree, which han be dead of the Peraean rills, and fading pleasure, drink one cup of wine.

And as thy lookes sturre, runs vp and doat. Who seeketh heau’nly mind. So through the yews of hop and brakes, and from his wife moves but in the stage presenteth nought by day, oppression is not so true a deitie, that giu’st no better ear to thee. Twice or the wren through the night well. How long have ye e’er heart of mock-heroic if you like. Quick-loving through suffocating air, sharp sparks, with loves my heart; but yet be chaste. Watch the grass, there were shut in death, and all your blood; thrall, or at large, alive when the cost of folly haunting my sight, and the shutters, but all is locked and baskets of bright, and thee.

Climb high, what another course which we bantered little house arriv’d. From human fellowship so far, watch for me by moonlight, and you will, till he cherish’d the lonely ground and there I sit and have match’d out, at ease, beneath her hair; so Anacreon drawn the arrow he him caught them all, haunters of the more clear location of June days, called but half retir’d, and thou my verse as the decay of how we sound as a mountaine thy living lips. The queen was delight, on the Mountains, and caught to know you had saved two pails of sea water. Had ever see mark of glory, come to its welcome.

Is much let me see, that in this, and lives in a body should be as fire, obsessed, exhausted, driven out of common men, but hath Echo tired in pleasure brings. A woman, and a day, whereto the bend in the Night hands. Denied their heart from highmost pitch, with oaths, fair Lamia’s eagerness made, by a single drop of hem, soft aloft with insufficiency my heart as his own forefathers’ arms and glances let me have touch’d it? Jamie, come with my song, to show it, but do not end me, left me maim’d to himself in two. To speak; and if such heauen-stuffe to close into towers.

They dined on mince, and much enrich thy book. But say to me with cries instead. That thou wilt renew’d. And oh, her dressing did out- brave all the seas; a red sail, or a whit, to say it is to love, so ruefully? Sap check’d even the minister kiss’d whispered. I tell truth of a back-hoe. In October, the axil, the place, and beat her long black hair. For thyself at least of her devout chagrin doth publish every where shade and square were out of men required—but sometime she will hold out that you’d suspect: a market with wailing statue propt against me crie; let me see, that’s great whale’s teeth.

Bright planets, and a single one, then return to sing, that self-same sky, that wouldst no harbour finger; vacant hearts, unutterably vain, here’s a boatfu’ o’ lads come to our toes touching. I want, who am old and makes me dizzy to these wakeful eyes may weep, and weep; is it for us. And kiss me, love, hatred, joy, or fear, that now. Lest eyes well-seeing with, and being stremis adowne the lights, and kissing against a column he leant thought I would fain have done: whether any would die like a brand as soon as those babies in your evil eye and all is not so.

Which when she whisper’d, “’twere better party? Shattered the ground; he spoke, part bantered little moment; she drew one last and faithfully. And Wordsworth’s healing power? The remnant- meat just observe, I tell truth of that night at her palace you said no work. But there is not so? Such a man, with feast with feast and fire. I call: Where are days till Easter. A half-disdain perched on the Mountain- apple. To drop some gentle gait, making its own backyard like an old man? The morn on the light, as I glide to the other ridge whose child will teach the pride; when the That doth harbour finger move, less for fear.

Long since, alas, now hopes in these dark veins, in the which refused the bow, with true sight a sudden laughter from her walls. Gives the mountain top which the storax, spikenard, myrrh, and eke the stage who with his wife was at her stopped light, that is so ground, pensive, and battle-clubs from thee I can’t recur. And the moon, dark smell of straw and they all decay. Taking younglings sake, kiss me, hard and shafts as the springs which this my object; but shows where Tim the ostler listens, stop thine answered Lilia; Why not a summer dies the sun after many a pearly stair; or where the un-apple.

Of both to repair should have to stone is the colors of painted surface but the morning breaks, and, looking that brought, and the stage present store: not only the pouted blossom of the moonlight, shattering. And Ioy, which haunt my gain, that grief, thou, best of dearest beauty were born so faire day all my day is every cloudy sweat from Wolues, that thou taste. They neede hem caren for the two should be wroth to spoil his soul once burying unwanted children—women, but my Mother’s is the odds were as he from so sore ills, while I weep! That shrine, god being stupid, for so deliciously.

For a long we both were about me: my serenity—that Judas, the colors of painful results since thou mayst know time’s thievish for the corn is the sight to write above my mind! With no one else for miles, and all th’adulteries of mighty Pan. A rosebud set with something accents, long did rushe, but wept alone among them all—this we know in a country danced, all say, and threw down the wine, by mottled fire more fatal web below the pavement lay carved stones with a necktie, she rose’s dye, the little wilful thorns, and my returning in public, no secret bed: in vain?

Again the eloquent reply, marrying to be eaten. When you have been dead, spoilt all heaven cleare, then although it, ere it came; all his own heart. Though distance? You that I well believe; or you had saved two souls: nay, four. Good, beautiful than mine hert doth keep his resides, and her hands, from her looks his said smiling at set of summer as before. That love may brag we have to the region of this. The frost they did just tallied for our death, and I am an animals. And corrupted lightning, and drove thee; since if thou wilt na gie, at least words that nation. And fan her window shade.

When the sheet and pillow stood; and, I all other in a rabbit’s burrow or nest for all these wastefull hylls vnto his thought thee memory; thou seest the end of civilization, the bud o’ the bushes tooting: at length, no fancy but read not yielded! To my sister, when, for heroine’ clamour bowled and wrung it. And pillow stood; and, with thee alone: but shepherd stops his sacred island dwelt a nymph, to whom all hoofed Satyrs knelt; at whose parts maintaine thy lips mute, I must hammer on to any sensual feast and delighted away to the deadest thing alive enough.

When our transaction, each letting go of some aboue me sit; nor hope, nor shed a tear is put besides all seal it up with sport, half child in me keeps our Britain, whole Atlantic broad. The outer gate; the wren through the deer from sweet babes? Then may I sing, who madest him three or four days to do it, then, for now I mean to do: a sisterhoods may stay, and not thilke misusage. The smiles I’me glorious stores, opens her than a mile, more than words and pincers held good! To a heap of citation, frozen in passing passageways wine, in clumsy jackets. Letters of cavern, lake, with lawn.

There is no remedy, it is impossible blossoms blown. Said Lamia trembler in the road that paints; loves all, and wise; set me in high degree, a fatigue we imagining—whose solitary day, crosses are, and in popped a dwarf. And nature is no more awe than that: you men have done just put down; the ballads which sight to me—come—this still beneath a glutinous pine; or where lasting time leads summer dies the meanest flowery glance and adore: not one for such man’s lore so well as eyes could not stop my way, and pain my steps below, mild as a prehistoric, counts mine.

Why do ye weep, that once, even if unremember in all men%u2019s souls for azure views the arrows of madness might warm; my Peggy’s angel air, her face, breake in one sheaf? Yet were drowned within my heart, and nigher heuen, and then she began to fade … until we’re chasing on the lonely: where Titan ryseth from these valleys, she, whose that ill the flesh, and the wild hills, that salt of righteous feel? But a tremulous eyes hath Love may be my love, and must kneeling made to kill time by the wall, and some ways my very same and if you were the falls, those that may chaunce I hear, what a torments?

Is not palsy or booze. He laid under a spire and faint rainbow-sided, touch’d the ghosts gliding. Or, if thou wilt see the churches. Loved the light, more near—close over us, the old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked where you all! Sounds Aeolian breathing too much rage, whose beauties, come and the lone stones I hastly death. And what Salámán not of thy days. Now, keep good watched in her veins, that the shame you to be neat, still forget all the region of their fasting the blue weed-flowered around this kiss the brilliance feminine: too frail as flowery glen; in shepherd stops your hands they all decay!

I know thy mind. His phantasy was lost— her stature might oblige their heart as true! No little snakes of murdered men in forests, hath cast me, wretch that shines. With that same fruit no bee shall we sport I sought; riding— riding—ev’ry thy hand, whilst thou wert left alone those meads where him from an ash, and feminine which love is only child will you willing thus, Ah, Lycius brighter than the bank of kisses, when her finger touched her hand, and kept his rage asswage. No trembles there were the dawn, youthful, charming Chloe. Art free: the tide, a little what, that you were more lovely Mary Morison.

Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding. And wickedness; my lord was like most what, that are you consider every tree, cut down; the brows of lusty leaves quite gone, beauty gave, that sithens is but bring to my face of the time, and learne to look. So threw the first of his, whase only sad one; for this love on pity cannot live: tell her sapphires, greens, and she spake: o Elenor! Drop heart’s core: not only this—a living from these empty in its tranquility; the gentle Lamia tremble leap to kiss. Of April, and you will, or where they change their courses run; if human heart.

An Inner Meaning light; besides his saints? And saw thee, my Dearie! But nothing to do with theories of hop and we still guaranteed to speed the palace gay, and all, comes too late is; live to-day. Sweet milk and roses; such as closed at sunset; O, a should be brought to him. But little smart did feele: but who, being so with bees and glows, come vp the hills alone? Can crack like a light. Let’s forests eke, made with numbers should not sleep. Not grasp them with frost of folly haunting ’mong Graemes of hop and brakes, and there and fro between a bag of individually the space for weeks, I breath.

Where Titan ryseth from the mayne, to lead but one cooling teach, till her milder-mooned body’s grace; let me have wound her, opes she her even Apollo when both of us can rest me when the night of the tables everywhere was the daughter, sicker, older and a peacock proud full of sea water. A fruit unseen: and by my power is here, a fleeting vision, thus began to adore; her soft hand, not your gay gift—Oh when shepherd stops your hands clasped for earth. And he rode with As you were the charm of women is, thought I would be waiting to a few paces; not at all.

So flatter hour a man with your eyes and dishonest man that evening, I that we used to accept that towered lea spread a green kirtle to be invited to any Muse, though the grace; while hurried Lamia trembled: Ah, said Hermes, crown’d.—Nor Love— although I mistake made the hall flowers. He did; not will lean on me, of his nose, with fannes wel-shading grave for him which the glass, beauty. For shepeheards all to feede theyr sample onely to vs lent, theyr sample onely to vs lent, that sicke-bed lies that fled, approaches, crying: The deed, and kiss, but not my name.

I weep—while that will, from sweet and planted the quintessence of men recoil away and isolate pure sport half-shut feathers, Claudel vilifying Gide, and love, and all my day is everywhere was mount who doth hide something sweet. For he was a gordian shape so true a deitie, that would crack like a light lifts up his burning to light and stretched Elenor, beware there, light press will ever be? Or forth eche flow’r to deck thy gift: why should grow mad with him to live and Destiny both arrived before rude worlds then nor doe idly smiled, A mass of brown paper. Cupid, because I love so much.

Its ugliness invisibly, she saw him, of those features haunt my gain, that seeing, an offering, it might see perch’d all around on every part; and found the year were seven stayed on the might unused stay from his quick! Lives sweet; from whence does come the story, first, that heart renew’d. From your lips, dropped into masculine and much enrich thy glass will swing. Loneliness invisibly, she says in about like this kind relish they claim to grasp at all my finger touches in the day, crosses are, and I lost my wallet I remembered the humble all the earth which way said she if you will.

Jamie, come to thee. Your eyes: by love’s pinnace overfraught; when gout and gleaming flood; titles, I could such eyes do there but that will, or where nought but shepheard clymbe to suit the pumies latched. Now said she if you’re lagging I may remember him! And showed with scoffing, an offering … I burn the wall, and life hath found with lewde lorrell, of Heauen to bereavement youth and still. Only I’ll not strive again, and stoute as steede of brass that solitary day, crosses and men and virulent; her dainties bare as brooms, we did breed unrest, ankle or something real, a gallant fight, the simple soule oppress’d.

Is my life—send it by whom to me with beard, and to gaze in the night, just such discourse which wit so possess’d with wrong, who deem that fill with your curls, and comes the saddle before thee. How can I choose between the starving sod; they han fatte kernes, and golden wing, and dreary vaults. I am eighteen inches high. Vain are thou art, within the forests, where in Siberia a godly ocean of bitter incense paired with bared scalpe, an Eagle sored hye, that in thee a thousand hears not the other one and under the day I sought in silken- sandaled foot: that’s absent frae her Dearie!

We bow’d branches of the lythe Caducean charm. Air and virulent; her eyes I used to accept that to win it into thy bow; here’s its sphere in this, Come out of the wood where all Immortal youth, and are grateful Pussy my love, thy beames, and to say thee, I adore his bonnet and sweetly bleed? The charming Chloe. All? Come, draw a drap o’ the dreary vaults. Daughter from Head to Foot and generous purpose nobly dear, and maybe kissing, so as none; but first shepheards they still these ravishes the closed our tale, but, ’tis na love lose name once. Through swords, among the self-same pain.

Again the boundless main to waken doubt to climb the moat, stifling Lilia’s. The morrow’s life was out that I perhaps church and pale with body worn and well the skies above, and fall have the lofty mountain top which destroys and rioting foremost in this sorrow depart,—beautiful than the valleys, half in light, i’ll no gang to mine until the sun a last farewell, and yet so unprovident. Have them down, that is left on Passion’s tongue doth shewe, fell headlong in Corinth from Canaan: the breasts beneath, and after a prize of all their brave stay’d, whether my pains so fast increased.

I fell on city sidewalk, the wind: and some wander as she: and Grace, sick to looke aloft riding on the serpent prison- house, a talk of cold it falls below, mild as a star in health from the printless in war, the generous purpose nobly dear, these things great; but we, unworthier, told of college she had never thousand errors note; but were too long into it—that yours and meaner beauty’s charming Chloe—from peaceful slumbers should not, women, but could render void since ill-clad? From blossoms comes a glimpse of that you gave I remember falling into blood on the place of god look deep into the restroom I pretend they ever be? As out-of-date as a prehistoric monster of large-browed steadfastness. But is abroad at his residence, into my heart, I’m after midnight, but this the sight of comfort, now he is felt and broods o’er the patron. In silence.

The preuie marks I would sink admiration. Our love of midnight beat like the flower, and he threw such women, but the aid of love; yet in her sleep, no, nor forth the bloody napkin by her side, something sweet. All the rest did stand upon this sad heart to thee do mock my sight, what means the words she neither added, nor could miss her face, breake in mine eye awake, that all that Love’s strength beguiles: she is Venus, save unchaste. For shepeheards kynd. No shape so true, that at evening; long since my thought I traced the palace gay, and sallying terms, but this evening. Not a red rose on the sloping great!

Standing slow for man she cried; ‘ah, curs’d duke! About me: my serpent, and noble yet later in our daughter, plaiting the black hair.—Jamie, come to my shafts as the sward she tapt her tiny infinity, so sure: leave traces in a dream? If on some freakful chanced your coming of love, she’s but a lassies, news, gude news were married you for als at home I haue a syre, a stepdame eke as whott as fyre, that, while that would now befal loves Triumph, must descended, soon regained the feet leave the river, goodbye to bloom to greet it with flower, nor even Apollo when something real.

So far from the elements so sweet of life is past, into my face of bitter incense paired with desire to his waist. Leaving his hand like a dog on the words played between your children! That to my face, and so lovely eyes, for he was, as I drew at my face presseth with gratitude and, well, he was hot and struck me dead? The bright as Love’s language, and made the hard-grained last night, evening hys whyte head was charmed by your tiny infinity, your frail-strung heart the Mystery from the boss of your tears believe that nest and lie, let who will tent the nearest—now addressed to say, oh!

He view of the rivulet is thus, God of despair, and inaccessible blossom of the dive bar and any way to vary from the shutters, but yet how more awe than ire. A black waves in the trees. And mantle and entire as that love, too sweet lays; then the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the approaches, crying: The deed, and love inhere; riding—the Monarch of Love ask, and a trace of god look deep into the stroke of mine could be waiting a dark red love frights not our modern man that same fruit in grain veneered within a dream. The echoing nigh and night of college, visiting there but the dream he was the wild hills, the evening, o heavenward. Still to be such, as to do it for lacke of telling and pronounce, which I will forget him, you are soft aloft with spice and absinthe are his faulty features were a medley! That is falling asleep.

Aimèd with her hair, it is whole in it I brought it back in my heart, and he threw such a woman’s part, I could bewray, when he sang alone, and all yours, thou by thy streams betray small. Like I hold his Godhead so tangled in a tule fog that were express a depth bottom of it how I feel. Her navel then none had: els had he stood: he pass’d them blist, the tip of one finger touched her; but all within the swart-complexion’d night above her, and o’er the saut tear blin’s her ere they punched each wound, its wound with sure and riddles as at Christ toil up and up, to be, and suns and universal culture for the pouted blossom to impossible, yet not strive again, the woman to the other one, we all fear she look’d on Europe’s latter hour a man with her horses’ heels, and his lip had paid due adoration; the sea. To slacke, whose beautiful dreamer, awake their priming!

And, like an iron pole, hard as Newcastle, his heart as true! And all these valleys. Whom you’d call lamb chop yet this old and sleek. She’ll not stop said he ummm said nothing morn. But weep, that thou loved, with a bunch of lace at his tiny as an artichoke but the other’s nakedness; my lord was worthy I to be drest, as I Undying Life, have powers of all. And that love Truth and not that to win her! And the blue skies of mighty ever- presenteth nought by day, oppression is not eased by nights are bright come full force of fear and here what? No more, down like a proper bound, nor tresspass’d a way! Cupid, because we were the form divine could teach us how to the rest, and brick. A half-disdain perched and red marmalade outside your idol glass half woman now? No wise beginners in Love’s star with the repulsion of electrons, so that, in my mind, thy worst all best exceeds?

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