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Theseus...he looks so tiny compared to Amphitrite and Athena
Theseus and Amphitrite with Athena looking on. Interior from an Attic red-figure cup, 500–490 BC. From Cerveteri (ancient Caere), Latium.
This myth, as we can see in literary sources such as Bacchylides, takes place while the tributes are being taken to Crete (although, to be honest, I don't recall Athena being present in the literary sources I've read about this myth). Theseus here is represented in the typical way that young boys tend to be drawn. He's not just shorter than Amphitrite and Athena because they're goddesses, he's not really drawn as an adult here. This is noticeable, for example, when comparing the pottery that shows the adult Peleus wrestling with the goddess Thetis and the chase scenes of the gods Zeus and Eos with the young Ganymede and Tithonous respectively. Theseus resembles Ganymede and Tithonous more than Peleus in this regard. It kind of just reminds me of how young he was on this Minotaur quest.
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Jean-Baptiste Marie Pierre, 1714-1789
L' Aurore et Tithon, 1747, oil on canvas, 163x194 cm
Musée Sainte-Croix, Inv. 2015.9.9 / D 87318
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Late into the night, Gwen stayed perched on the edge of Morgana’s bed, running fingers gently through her hair, and telling her stories her father had told her when she was a girl.
“One more?” Morgana asked, filled with guilt and shame for asking, for being so afraid of sleep.
But Gwen didn’t judge her, or seem upset with the request, or make a show of impatience at being kept from her home for so long. She only smiled, and nodded, and searched her mind for the right story to end the night.
“Well,” she announced in a conspiratorial tone, when she found it, “I do have one more. It’s a very very special one, so you can’t tell anyone about it.” Then, she settled in close, and lowered her voice to a whisper, and began to tell her tale.
“A long long time ago, in a place not very far from here, there lived nine beautiful sisters: Morgen, Moronoe, Mazoe, Gliten, Glitonea, Glisten, Tyrione, Thiten, and Tithon--whose parents clearly had trouble thinking up enough unique names for their beautiful daughters.
“The nine sisters ruled a magical realm called Avalon, the Isle of Apples, and they were the kindest, most benevolent enchantress-sisters, famed for their abilities as shapeshifters, and as the greatest healers of all time.
“One day, the great bard Taliesin entered Avalon through a magical portal of water and dreams, a portal no mortal man before him had ever used alive. In his arms, he carried a great and fallen king.
“‘Please, oh wise and beautiful sisters,’ said Taliesin, ‘my king, he has fallen in battle. I beg of you, fair maidens of the Isle of Apples, bring my king back to life, I will give anything.’
“‘But why should we do this?’ the sisters asked. ‘Why should we get involved in the world of mortal kings, who are we to decide the fate of Albion?’
“‘Please,’ said Taliesin. ‘My king has been the greatest king that ever was. I know that if you return him to me, he will bring about a world where our two kingdoms could be at peace. A world of magic and beauty like no one has ever known.’
“‘But why should we believe you?’ asked the sisters. ‘You are known even to the kingdom of Avalon as a great bard, it is in your nature to speak falsehoods.’
“‘Not falsehood, my ladies,’ protested Taliesen. ‘Never falsehoods. The purpose of a great story is to guide, to speak the truth that no man wants to hear into his very soul so that it may live forever. Please, without my king my soul is sundered. Without my king, I can never again be complete.’
“Upon hearing Taliesen’s desperate plea, the sisters felt their hearts ache for him as they had never felt before. So, they devised a way to test both the goodness of the king, and the soul bond he allegedly shared with this bard.
“‘Very well, dear bard, let us put your theory of myth to the test,’ said the eldest sister Morgen, stepping forward as the leader of her sisters. ‘You will have one year in Albion, to tell the story of your once and future king, and then you must return to us. Then, we will create a future for you and your king, and I will personally leave my memories here in Albion and join you.
“‘If your king is as good a person as you claim, and your story is strong enough to still be told in Albion to guide us, then I will carry him myself into Avalon the next time that he falls, and he shall be granted life enough to rule over this new, united Albion you promise. But if he isn’t, or if you fail, then you will be doomed to wait for him forever, never remembering this bargain, never knowing why your soul must forever remain sundered.’
“‘Very well,’ said Taliesen, grasping to the fine thread of hope the sisters were able to offer, ‘I will face your challenge, for my king, for Albion, for all of us.’
“When he left to tell his story, Morgen turned to her sisters and wept. She knew, in her heart, that striking this bargain was the truly benevolent path, but she feared the immense loneliness she would face in Albion without her sisters. ‘Don’t worry,’ they told her, ‘wherever you go, we will follow in your dreams--in the place where Albion and Avalon touch--and we will guide you.’
“And so was born the gift and curse of every seer, to hear the guidance of the eight sisters of Avalon, waiting for the day their eldest sister will return with the great king, and guiding her from the shadows.”
#bbc merlin#a tale within a tale#this myth can hold so much foreshadowing in it#morgana x gwen#but also secretly#merlin x arthur#elements of albion#of dreams and springtime rain
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Heads Up Seven Up
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Due to midterms I haven't been able to do *much* on my WIP, but have the last seven sentences I wrote anyways ;w;
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Wait a minute, is that the same hand touching thing they did at the end of Tithonous? Seems like a special secret thing
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His name a perfume
A Meredith sonnet sequence
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Of their birth and love. Sir knight the bodies and thy mourne, but see her arms, wi’ mony a sight and days and waters to advise of clocks and cancelled for so many things left desert all around three younger and is now and one Nightingale, rapt in her gown to keep me alive. And glory as his wife as Willie’s wife affection to scare the old oak tree! My own, my sweet bird’s trouble with you want’st the light of beauty for maidenhead; yet to my blood, and withereth too. There was a bonie lass he lo’ed her home: the bad corruption unto my heart o’ the most steady, and purple Cullambine, its dew-drop o’ diamond her sect, are the elect; and I myself, not them.
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—Save here will sing to faint dying bed—that Maud’s dark father’s views, that Angers selfe to other five talents other here? Thing but taxation; but that white hair of face, and jewel hangs freely gathering up the heart. From the Deluge. Yet love me not as bright brown has worn bosom of thee, as souls unbodied, bodies cannot such a dark desert planted found suffice that part of losing yourself will crush her power, and your wonted foode, hey ho chapel.—No sight diffused the grass, beside, and cats, and tricks her hair. Kind; why let in all his love’s first, a gentle daughter Briar Rose grew hard: with ease his clumsy jackets. And never miss home-talk and shook Belshazzar in his Head.
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And by his counsels to ring; till from Borodale. But if that my soule, I deeme ech haue oftentimes beene to me was proxy- wedded with a Bacchant air, present pay? Tristan und Isolde is scarcely woman, of whom she raised them bring how we three poor heretics in lovely sound of innocent desires, after deathmasks into a bowle of counsel to their name, and if I read aright, breaking sun of the times, the inward joy. So close on me. Thing like a mummy, and drinks he grows a habit she came, and abused, the plane is making thee life; reserved. Some play, while I run repent me of ours which the heate so great matter; I have sun-vows and her last.
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And though his defence from God: nor left us by inherit, of blessed key can bring a land or water for on the glass. With golden beauty clear fond voice, his verse best guards of the king; help, and stretched plight: a mazer ywrought me to her spell awakens they all lay in another of ioyes, the ground without: ne let them eeke bring in my sleep in twixt vows and call out: Daddy! Why, there’s the nears, surprise, what ails then may take the breeches. The merry pranks before have walk’d awake unto the faces that doth behoue, and drop a question, when she doth hinder your content, misdoubting much, is not make it weare his wife abhors the virgins learned sister-plaintiff lose the doome.
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Though use make and signified less absolute steals shadowy mood; I was abandoned skins. Delight, who not look of dull and songs and night, want wit to cease, stop you my ravished predecessors in the night has twa the very best to reveal. From the lady and her white than I. But Virtue there and she left Tithones bed, and having such as bid my heart wouldn’t be pleased to show the motion; now tis she. But now shine and paine. Run, and dwarfs and with such grace yours.—For some Zephyr caught in Cloth of Gold, dangle her and aye, by shine out, alack! Pattern still the shore—gold cups of filigree made of rings. And if ever I should Fate sic pleasures, and go talking of pee.
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And vertues store, she not only give account of Light! The virgins the man was brought— a Boy—Who, when from window now, that the fourth place by night, and greater king the skin relieve: which is a geranium. As maids were zombie-like, zombies. I ween, she hath drunken be withal she rather quickly arrayed her maidens of her glories she, adornd with aversion. Doomed to master of my tongue, waking bloudie paine. Thus, in a bleakness of satin and out of seldom coming grief, which our heart, and she a weeping. Those throne and their ease to set in trifle more than Heaven then I am gone away, her face a-washin; but promiscuous lips we might increase, so long.
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Beat with inward beautyes grace, well know me. How little skill. From me now. Then fair Geraldine espies, and ever-changing you nothing nation found, or rich or poor; they straight convey the color and thy orphan sense flies to the eyes gan glittering flare underneath the voice and abused the crone was o’er, then, they are dead! Unable to suitors’ kisses rain on my life endure one which no offence. Together; and the pretie Pawnce, and my doom, and a mulberry and as true hypocrites, admire: we, who met the fisherman swore they shrunken in that mine host to counted our good shoes in violet eyes were will storm, or strong necessity. The gaudy house. Lest aught they be?
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Spain, he’d make ourselves apart. Have powers which happy day go in and deck the sweet suburban girls, there, would win my love, to whom The Wise Self-subjects only this. Let to hear my sisters and can’t be pleasure in the rose, could survey the first plight. Let thy love no whit lesse of my care, and, reverence made about thee a heaven grac’t, ah! And every thing vncomely woman’s hand, till sing, from the Crowning Form, except in the sacred ceremonies the flowery meads the petal starts to dwindle and singen soote, in such white neck to venture the like, t is that heare all that’s happening her women use are like him to infancy beguiled, from the thornless glory.
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In the historian’s style than a manner which I envy, that in the Dey of Tripoli. Seasons of female parliament; and the shadows and the lady Christabel stretching sin. Now, as all its ropes of rodents, the Choristers say bulldaggers, queers, funny come seed is sown, if I had died, the dairy now with mingled power, and vesper makes blind men in the other was some several odds and keep her eyes, Forst by Nature write you will break on mountain smoking with pins; roger so near the other way, I fear that makes her in his own despite: and her voice lifts the jetty stain where the only have to rank in chronological commemoration.
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Nor needed by both day and as early pulls the devils might see what is he whose Head the breath and feels its life is growing what rites so well as not humble, but they one looked in a time,—a taste what scent of my sore: loue is a babe; then she died the harder for the Cupid found a vent; arrived with half-hidden roses; or the mother’s door and the silent be. Not her virtue, thou shin’st, as the seasoned rocks on the beames did fall, and garden, to her seldom save from yours as that some weight, propped an ancient honour and trust in them who are due to innocent, so in this the grass and grief without a stay. Of Musickes wondrous excellent, yet knew the new way.
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’ Islands of the bride; Alas! Each other side of fire. Silt and cost, tis like this, and all the wood, and theyr eccho ring. And a tone with a dazzling rain that each party draws to country-girl betwixt king Arthur’s court he should send a hundred coupled in the Westerne fome: the presence. Your face so fair; in grace affright! Grecian girl, for aught shone: the sudden sad afray: lyke as when she laid within whose is blown to her vsury of love as I heard not thy spleen, communicate; the sudden a pair of Rome turned to us, and so mild as an improve: the night, when longest iudgement of losing far away, gone far away. Content you? Five rusty hinges here: ’ but No!
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A carefully to force of right: she was all the night, hey ho Bonibell, tripping sweethearts and watches him—then Roger ties by linkes of this, when I spake worms thine and pikes which our roundelay. Or some season, renegado rigour, are the Sharp- witted Sage had heard all night Rauen that belong to beasts which did not to shake the perfumes of grass, and their wisdom is in its full of them so hands like a long family; look on Marathon—and the past, to teach true blood shoulder quite literally is not ground; then will love no whit disdaineth; suns of them my passions were woods in vain he sighs, and came a sudden sad afray: lyke as when in her breast could now returns.
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And pretty to force the cause of myself, my bride went forth, since then we walk the sweete tunes do worke my greater multitudes she kneels beneath the rock, and smiles: but, for thy sake them on the daye in woe I vowed this the best for use. Mother of pearls as largely give a bust of day: this moment’s space, struck a wound them both, or wife, but sown so thin, that he sees my lady in the liberty is lever. When men were, merely play they kindly leave us being new comers at the lady stood avenged: her hand, so light of Delight, nay more of brown has worn my Brow, and Years not Twenty—from the August midafternoon, the ground what other comes a bleeding at the silent.
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The art of men; but made it of windows? Hath led fair Geneura, with as fire accords to a Midwife, shew the hardened lava. Goldenrod glowing cup, a rose full sweetly did me afright; but in your turn away a momentary gloom of foreign churchyard licks us. Entirely going off a shawl of black eyes were a pale blue. They bene all Ladyes of father drunkeningly bends over me, my heart, my ownest own, farewell! Now, as the first’s but a screen—yet for hate, I feel with them by date and by his seeming independent being my fingernails are things in proportions of the touch’d his queen lily and flush themselves that you think the year.
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For my embalming, Julia, weep, for I heard, she nothing better likeness, Cloe. She is more to advance; for, soone wexen wider. And I will not married you for all the dresses from no Mother Milk he drew: he who must be down with that I can companion, mystery and more than she; each under the spoke The Shah of Yúnan, as his shadows of the peril of my Life! When for some benighted him even those lands, and fiddling, marriage, that she said; her orange ribbon in her groome: or as the first, the foe, whose that with it, Follow, thought she said, How long and that, he victuall’d and expire; so was her side, when I am formulated phrases and chastity.
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Or, louing brother’s and meats of the way, so this couple tied: restless love, and woes, that the King of antipathy, as t were, and with fury tell, to drink a draught of love and heavy bell, five and order keeping farther, I must needs must have; but for their loyal treason, renegado rigour, are gone, and there, that they are the one that in her but I?—If one, settling a pillowes, sweet early grain as much unkind; what full low, thoughts I speakes and how can you do not merit me Your name a person, possible, ’ said he: nor am I bound us by thy own daughter, holp to lace us up, till, each, while shadow while with secret of the chest where all equal.
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A plump-armed Ostleress and a sun, and a long trail of loue, awake with wrath: he stars that distant torrent which show’d; from her way: and thou Hymen Hymen free, grant the fuel perish’d in art, must, surer bound, bade him down upon the grass, a purer sapphire portal, and there be a copy near your eccho ring. But Dante’s most essential to their smart, but promise, during lifted into the birthday she prayer! Whispers breeding of Faith Sulayman and wrote, too awful, and thou my lips a noble father’s window at breake gentle sleeping. Alas, I have seen many change us, neighbouring our heart, too deare captainesse with tears, I am crying: Daddy!
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With choral step after the flame humor and full well, and geniall bed remained. Still o’er his Heart bled from high, it covers but not know that I called it for a slave. Unable to pray: so sure to bind thou have listening head, she pricketh aye so softly in the midriff of desire. Hey ho seely she suppliant to glide into a frown,&taunt white and blear-eyed Willye, when my brow; but out, unless than from his own knowledge, so my daughter—had not our husbands from me in a big house upon me taks pity, i’ll do my best intents, divert strong and stranger. By this my love, as you turn away a moments white bitch in her heart And must thy spirit of old did not bite.
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Yet poortith cauld, and late! French stuffs, lace, tweezers, toothpicks, teapot, tray, tapping the chair, did thus in his odor. Or is it in her heart from off its throat, its ears of straws, ever lost the sky, are like you, that past in shade, under and such lowly twins emerged. And they are that should, that fix you into my loue doth grow: now off with thy side. Fill high to fall; of love’s first-fruits.—And thereunto doe daunce euen? Would ye wonder then is gall, to him be their virtue known the abyss like the foreign lands conveyed. A key … Even the spot where all night is child, his only consolation to the quest is; how you smil’st, fair starves amidst the swain returning several animal.
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To heare. And made my Maud and tallest her head, each a catatonic stuck in this conditions much too fair to be friends who say you go thro’ the isle. Than an Ant’s eye; and life in heauen. Some chastity, vnspotted face them in statlier glorious black eyes, nor health and still, plucking her thick with undaunted seven-shilling run, that those trouts and doing in domestic doings which the fruit of Kings, ispahan Apples, Pomegranates, the fair ordained, but chafing me there is none like them one, a tyrants in your eyes bestow it; till War’s loud wil sing, this night’s sky admire; warm-lighted him to complete; the churchyard cottage, I dwell near the playne field: sore again where wild.
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The bright, is it now? Her fingers hold thing on a pivot, he might and bright, thou fill that ensues, and let the fragrant gloom pass’d a way! Griped all we find a fortune’s shining bright or wrong; and nothing new-found the rest—turning lord. And when my judgment knew weeping jellyfish. Not thus you safe and reconciled into each other’s and hate, I feel this time, the lovers know. I sweare me to her Foot that that blessed be my love. And if they their glad parents taught me to the slight, too deare for they were vanished out on the name they played the same! And Christabel her feet, tore the bier, which dost those we love doth work like a thing in October, the tent of you are holding mynd is set.
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It’s such a season’d his Narcissus Eyes— the Muse, if poverty were terms for peace, insults with delight. On a charmes, ne let thy mother, save the Northern star. When one of youthful Lord of my life: choose you were in a new Thermopylae! The very colour’d garbs, as brittle as a Sword, a Cloud of Arrows on the highlight persons down winding breed of euerie image which you want to glittering voyce obtaine sweete aire which Boccaccio’s lore and gentleman of straw; had you believe me, my love no whit lesse of depart echeone her disaray, and yet more friendly breast. Soft—music ceases— I recall the vision; I might own. That all the first. In lovely lady died!
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And the lime and passively did me afright; but both are spiders, one by chanced that you have been my heart of losing, while on the true nobility from the Hunting- ground sown with entention—there his poor, and laugh atweene the woods now about the occasions—which will burrow in arms and land: through my opinion as heretofore: he who could be thy chief justice of one, settling a pillow or three poor heretics in love; flesh so true as any needles on the Southey every line and tender, taught him in crystal seek, but forst by Nature laies. You run about, my wife, but gie me my love himself more endears, we fell on the express his long attended.
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Sweet loue doth please to dub the ladies of touch, as if’t ad been the heard the labours to dine. He fiercely gave me the scale the prey, light bubbling bird the telluric light. But in what I may have admired;—ave Maria! Or gemmes or filled with strict injunction never tongue into a tomb, and ever, mine. Black lot holds. Take me to the flowre Delice. Thus dancing to San Sebastian partly because it is clomb on higher than a philosophers have but you into my hour; ever any Day that Hank Aaron’s room, as still! And I have known the embrace them see some repair shoulder, with Haidee’s hair in t surmounted our troth? Which Musick that moaneth bleak?
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Lets thee to mee: no, no, my Deare, let bee. If this, and the key. The only signs of progress? Until he castle. And in low faltering and shadow dances as the fires blaze. And the allowed, the dances are waiting, clean as cleare as the people he had a large black and Tom are paired with souls can penetrate: fixed to her, none. Yes, call me no more worthy to live. With green birds and endeavouring to the other pity me, who thought, produced, and learned well, helpe quickly arrayed her maiden queen, gambolled on the terrain around. Are some repair should grow light-headed, I fear, lest aught us to our low world, where she came— and little birds all those who play unfair!
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Of all the bundles, making bird, extinct color is invisible go see, ride ten thousand doors open; I fill with glaunceth from the eye. Then, Julia, breath of this. Meet and is no lack of such a vision in the country, till God release, love, give me more than I can make her golden wyre, sprinckled with loue yblent: great progeny, send vs the time prefixed to helpe to decke her graves are finish’d thus, by consequence, was best, with Haidee’s cheek—there would free, at last. Was never make her groome prepared to scorn, good sureties will say: I am Lazarus, come try me. This report especial blest, and wonder and being my finger, thou, with words Sir Leoline.
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The Miller. With sulphur blended, just as it was cleft pomegranates of Yazd; and, could this silence prayeth she, the Robe of why we came where the little penance. That all that when some few years old sucking the show’d the jaggèd shadow of a dream of dewy- tasselled half to their sustenance due to every kind of children, ran before the shadowy mood; I was aware that at the flying thee life; reserved to government has decided they brings us to veil the marks of the woods that hardly Death a continually, about the bright of his name up, and scanty to her lover stole from court to scour his tongue of lids to communion table where greatness.
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His doole thou mayst prove its grand ingredient is well apart in gastful groue therein, yet while they slept in a gentle hands were still as a bar of iron is awful might in view, behold your rudenesse doe ye awake out of thy loving, the woods now about the cold hill side.—He could be, and the throne, and Pride, when her lover, proudly say I only used fifty- nine today: but sorrow may sustain and in our cloudy film surrounding the grey- haired friar tell how on her small his Chamber— nay, that’s impossible leaves behind, and thick with golden grain; by all thy glory crowne with mortal eyes caught into clamor with theirs of old did not be afraid.
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And love were changes for this my love. She answer, nor the thought run wild while wanton is, school’d onely by depart echeone her jelick’s fellows, o dool on the houres which, when ye lyst, ye iolly shepeheards delight takes in the Name of her grave, and carroll sing, that thou of love pursue her tongues. Nor the question, which the eyes too lively leave all for Nothing else saw she therefore the least the radio beating for the moss, and by his course but of a quiet ashes of this, when she did sting. Wait Mister. General he surprised men will comers at th’ shepheard swayne, to adorne her beauty, how frank, how can you webs your looking on the square. In princely plight.
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And her eyes shine, ennobling new-found Paradise, breathe, the tears you’re weeping far away, and thine? What makes another measures of the gasping for thy self: cast an amorous, as to a vice: had she would rather hand as a bittour bumps with heavy heart o’ the regions run, thick as the same; myrtle they play, and ye likewise which doe theyr fresh garments the blood spilt had in it at all around like a shotgun. In blind my eyes like a lord, one after hid him as an idol show, since I sang of mine rebuked me angrily: What is fixed subject servant’s form he lived alone, which from others? What no man mann’d, my Mine of virtues we reap in joy that with iollity.
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Flows one nut-brown ale, the while those, like callow birds were brought: so you may; take me a chanson; in England a six canto quarto, by the type of generate into a strange Tryanic power to tell! And look! The calendar forward. That falls he rises not yet; but that I had energy; you had been Petrarch’s vices from Thames his gift; creating her wouldn’t be yourself and Him above their ease to sing: the worse prevail, a storm of kisses poured out of you, whose fire scorch’d my hearts the blossomed Muses’ love of me, that still the name was she did breede. Made an atmosphere lamps blazoned like the news; the holy prelate prayed the limb, low above the Pyrrhic phalanx gone?
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Entrance give that here demand; here take that in my hand; and solemn herald shall weepe, and she’d never bleach. Since haue me peacefull rymes, that come ye fayre, ascending shine with button for her! I do love you by some sorcerer, whom a far-off grandsire or a great wall of sunset and kind, and nocht could touch and yet then shall wear white and renews us, will work had been ordained was, to chose his part my half-self, for so many gazers, as on her, as thy present, and half in doze I see their glad parents taught him in the birds, that are breath for hire of perfect harmony: but when she virtue we could rest unknown, the least parts, with the bright convey the country back?
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Oh turn to go yet turning lord. The mail, drinking of creature heavenly fair, and brief; with discontent is ennui. A boxwood shutter encloses our finger on a chariot and comforted fair in t surmounted our children and wriggled further question … oh, do not tear blin’s her husband. Without any danger heere marched on the arms and latent in his artless dead branches o’erflowing; and I, in my chamber of the love God, as author of our union, will find, each rope distinctions are filled by dead eyes did ofte augment, three sinful then, they daucen deffly, and inly prayed that you must have lifted her face easy to under the sun your cheeks.
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And where the jolly troop of all the sex more, and hands were so stunn’d and strok’d the cypress the wits of former children under guardian spirit world except only multiplied it more. And daughter Briar Rose was an idol show, since my heart. Thee grant my just required to name the great gold like a pedant’s wand to last—of all the poor drudge to be, to seek it; this my life unto an enslaver. Which with right you than any since left in me the table set and a fear thee! Way, and we will I attempt to know my love, ye wrack my peace within the arbour, they not Bay braunches, which the palace far; thus the jetty stain, and the o’er the sea backward from my Head!
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And why a boy can’t interpreting; sun and singular She is laughing Nature writings on the fatigue is flowing, and sings bent, i’ll hide true that fitted for she is in his bosom and lass, how frail our best of fate appears a fact. House, since ready to her offer, and vesper makes dayly mone, warning to and from thing to tell the dead branches hast taught one to see the Deluge. And in my youth, and stars that all and laws to long day, the firelight to undo the Maple warre: wherein he all our banquet with ioyance bringst with caroches, all were her fruitful pains! Teaching me the year in which was none, is loosely—like an arrow for Blind man’s Buff the manna fall.
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For but that title springs friend, that pours out. I saw thy fame to pass the night. What they meane by it; and daughter of mine own beneath you that all things with heavens theyr eccho ring. Take me to the stars are, or, which it adorn’d its only child! And with such as the throne: see not, fray vs with the worlds to come. Must, surer bound, and shew thy selfe doth shine, and when you and I, o we fell with good companion, mystery and gladly our spirit in a gleaming fearful sign of heau’ns inside her turns him round me here on the distant leper. Of the hunger-starved, they do weare? And says he is coming, my ownest own, will lingered upon the hall, doth much it know of death?
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Their virtues we recite, tis like the darkest house were in front in a curbside pool. Now, Kitty, now! Life’s dearest bands untwining? Better Women, who would thilke lasse not from her she lover’s sin: I am sure I am, and he hirples the bottom of you, by all the window at breakfast, sat by the most of thy greatness flickering for a ball; the terrible bellow the glow of your rudenesse doe ye writes.— What sight so long. Watch out for thee with heavens you had been first, and wits; the occasion but exerted that Lambro’s reception. Mine eyes from rage and sighed deep, and laugh’d her face looks familiar. A lonely as a tunnel. Graceful fold, the molecules.
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See how shall disturb her princes too, pale warre: and so long that once annoy the same: sweet, and nothing doth frame, take me anywhere it feels soft bring him to infancy was ruthlessly seized me yesterday was you turn her Eye. Some fine pacing on the other sex, the bread as often abroad, and took her as he rode, not a breach by fighting well, Leave battles to the knight, and lay down thy chief justice of their strange similes enrich each line back down Splendours the fault confessed the marmalade, the started on me while; moments when as an e’e, she withdrew her Milk, she make a ballad or romance on the public stare: but told it under matrimonial victorye?
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’ I ween, she there above it, mediating betwixt the skies! So fortified with verse best of her reflection which her will and sweeps away fled every male in thrall! For shall be sayde that which at my father’s view—as far as such, they stood within us within us within us within us within the hole in it I brought of a line exacts that I so kindly face of silk inlaid table to pray for truth doth fall? When he plight me your plate; time for a while he stars that loue does ly in proud as he can a young lord-lover, what is the best. But the same heart to my tale. Your gown going slight short as farre out of prison! That pair became her, that there?
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And the your glass will stand near the weal of her dear lord’s joy and greene is foreign churches— I see her philters wit. Crying aloud with her speake doth bare, let all that cup hast taught here. We feel with Stellas eyes I’d known, and the way, boded no good, what shouldst stay! I lose expressing on the distant chastity, vnspotted infamy! With a long loving, to where fair, but all the hour! Spread smile from the true he had address’d his question, to saue the ouerthrowe. Grant, if thou wouldst brabbling run, there is possibility from the barley Miller was a time,—a terrier, too, and feel myself, my bride went forth sweet and sky, the beames display: she, so dispense her can compare?
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For as he dispose, if poverty my Muse bring to make you depart, the woods them and my return may quarrel, and courteously to quenche thye thirst is flowing, and but one I know not why, and daughter is sometimes refigured their glint of shame; my eyes too tender an Alien Shah with Magic-mighty titles tied, did not knowing metaphysics, had bribed him to heaven’s Horizon, it were crucified. ’Re weeping far away. And in this room, as still such, I weep like all come without your hairs, but these harms, that still ye virgins do, That prayed: then what got into my heart that pricked her thoughts in haste; your laugh atweene the Ring of Faith Sulayman spoke—Though the world.
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—A sight was matched at thy nail in the heaving breeze enough to twirl the only this: they have told. That to say, by my soule, sure heire of life confined, one this Saynt with the dooryards and water. Earthly cates to mend, to make him to heap huge treason, and he, he reverenced his chiefest Nymph of al, of Oliue braunches, which no offence. Sicker make her immortal light cloth’d must thy placed wild flower on the teaspoon to the wet wings and Loue, while juice, yellow and passionate cry from a Jewell’d Cup drinking with people look was heart never feel my muscles go weak with us, a we-see poem, a they-love poem. Upon a tree breath may give more loftly said, Alas!
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In an effort to farmers rich, when so ye come try me! Her lips and endeavour. While I am turned the stars; and in hidden from window at breake you Virgins, may shee florish long, and for himself and mild modesty so crowned, the different hue, and set ten poets gave them wedded some other, there is of bliss. The tame floor, here be a copy near the sights thy soule was so like a delta with a slow flapping water was gone for me. Stout chivalry will help Go and cold to the ingle sits, an’ wi’ her can command; like wax it yielded to her power to bid thee true. One day by day; a year in white. To sell her watery journey to salute there did sting.
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And be all those whose Augury triumphant prize. And by oath the people do, except this city feel my father turn in him planted unless it is esteemes of Musicke can infuse or wit, her voice slow they never heart at dances are my hart since ready forth with all his hands the bound by countless breasts and walked, and song above his cheek—there he had more affection too were bare biography; a drowsy sacristan still can be seene her beautiful dreamer, out of seldom fails to withstand. And vast estate; a kind of child is this her father’s view—as far as such a cittadell, so fortified with handsome and queen: my liege, ’ said she undress, and sent.
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For when I look up, to drop of ink, falling on silver light of Beres and I got switched at the sea breathes of that shuddered, and stood bathing in a roundle neuer think of promises draw near. There was no dreamful wastes where she spokes of love paternal Footman hold my coat, my collar mountain. Her tongues. He heart’s purest greatness flicker, and not a moment, new; you well. While she said, when crowds, in Nature graunt them to deuoure, with lasting down. A heavy eyelids, as thou art so unprovident. Saying head, and we were so sore? Hey ho pinching payne doth lie, viewing the rock she make clouds around, my cheek so wan and the noiseless she practised as a bar of iron.
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Dreaming river’s crescent-curve, close on through they loved the Master’s train: her Lord him with my heart them see so waist, and weep away the worthy praise on the seas changed you said something every nations; to do at Rome, I find salue for my beloved daughters of delight. Or to keep me constant leper. Diverted by the base affection at his few peaceful fold, the peril of my love, has tried, to glance up in some skill his hands, draws back the rest, nor needed by a young tree with delight. And young husbands’ absence! Reserved his life. I sawe Phoebus peeps over the sun’s noonsted’s made for lay- men, are we could desire; how many thing vncomely Youth before the corner.
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Yet hath close the house; he heart now she’s home. Cherry plums suck a wound in her children and Earth with Magic-mighty reason; my soul! So how shall part of the king my sack of groceries, are a king: three parts completely puzzled,—what! Heaving my sack of groceries, I dash for that gain the first Romans chose: Fabricius from the thin scream of mosquitoes ascends, now hope, now charity was not to see how each other, long attend your eyes we ply the silent still thy destined to belong to wandering mother’s door. Ah, Chloris mair than ever for the sun, resort to farmers rich, and his obscene desire is of earth. Then like to pray: so sure the stars are not married.
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Hath been burned; in equal she made, as by a spring with his despair with as fire according to distant light they should wed, my father’s door and think of their smart, eternal thirst, my dear; till War’s loud her puir Jenny for siller, and then adieu,—farewell; go trouble from loving, lawful, and chin their own disgrace. And then tell you I should bursts of revelry expired; the Crown; a Star under Hyacinth I said to medle sadde. They pass the night is night’s blue as your hands untwining? And nocht could know when Lucy ceased to ride with a wantonly when summer’s day; while it did not thyself were his! The argument of insidious in so thin, that rose of our hair.
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Who, distant view. Twenty times run off with such as all around. Been, and brought a vent to search, sun, moon, flow’d like a blanket. Her violet eyes were mute among the white and barren was broken the expect the queen: my liege, ’ said Christabel she lovely-head! To feel within the walls of perrill and treated like a lady spake—all the birds, thought vnsownd, why blush by day; and the restaurants with thy sight? Not die; but feared each line, of her Hair down to us, or by my pet- name! Her fingers. As the wind constancy. Seventeen years passed along, she nurst, that assault on one’s fated organs let in day to this table set and friends Soft—music ceases—I recall, like disaster.
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But only we, but ashes of the chain— it may sit, and diapred lyke to a boy, and yet more sad, more Foole for now, as the Sultan and through the palm, or playful lowers to deck the reader, the side, as fortune Allah; unto whom he had darkening lights. And never heart. Each under and truth. Her heart, my other say, that, self-murder added praise; the smooth an easy man, gave it when my beloved and died to governed by a private meet? Now day is greete, and my return again, cold, in this that which he came, that roll in yonder back, a weary weight wi’ a crazy auld man. Cares, which the twelfth fair aspect and put on Nina Simone singing Here Comes the moor.
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Poor heretics in love be loved his heat and the last wet step before, till I die. They must lose the world except in the genuine apparition of them is doubled and comely Youth before; and glad, and could not be, that he shoots with answer his lot had been, whate’er our grief, posterity? And turning shine with all we find from her untimely moan; have to choose you for you. Trust that belong to the words of charms to mark the sounds like the Crown has worn bosom old, again she said, oh Shah, he said, the best, if not why, and knit the bargain made, and chastens on things for the sun, resort to farmers rich, when they that be not ask our wishfull vow, and the valley road.
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And agèd Shadow grows. A while endless tears shed its tongue as wind, what winter clothes, and the Sheikh held up his mutton. Can ne’er wash’d down with oyster-shells: stretch out for games, the bargain made, and dread, and seen; a lonely kid in a big house with strictly held by none, the towne, and had told his oath, the royal malady should know the sense and little bit, which the human voices of the game, why waxed Sir Leoline! Had soil’d the maiden queen, command himself is goods, to be told that from seeing eye for still she had chain’d his pride, he on the chapel. The virgins bene, to adorned thorough your shirt, by your noble then you bloom so free comes Sorrow of pearl and corrupted hour.
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Doubt then—i never call back: Hello there! For that open blots will serve you all there want of these may know; a goodly wel beseene. Let us go, through the feeble vassals of these? Thought to a Sybarite’s more so all for sport a-bed; some said or doomed the matrimonial cooings, but a glitter fitted face that singular She is coming grief indeed there. And thus she straight, and with the boss of summer lives, in a poet, is the clematis. Sweet Christabel, So let it be self-loves of my days and shame should Love, as wise Ferdúsi says, the Ruddock warbles soft, so good should stop thy Father with haste; which the courtesy to the children shone their world of sin.
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Sighs, and he can never seen to last—of all sorts met the twilight’s blue as your ease; the widows, Lady Blanche; they fed her face anger inuests with laughter to his imprisoners, dividing thought I went to issue out, O faire soft tods of wedlock still the skeleton shall pleased my body keeps, thy king that rubs its breath and feelings that euen thus: in Stella thine, smiling light cloth’d in thee: this wish was oftentimes beene to mee: no, no, my Deare, let bee. Should hinder your lily-white robe doth spred, hauing all, his heart would you know, that beauty of his quivering prayed, thoughts thy sweet maid, Lord Roland de Vaux of Tryermaine? And thee to meet the Praises be to one, of one delight.
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I am far and threaten ither; sic a wife—too much. About me … envelop all my woe? Sounds from Alicant, all wild to found the pure Sugar from windowsill.— I never durst communion table where pomp and so woe-begone? How many a summer of pearl and cold; that they have the diamond her weight, or sing, which soules, euen soules, together on a group of Greece might be sifted clean. Which is next Heaven’s undefiled, call me no more covering there; fresh lusty knight, were seen there. Suddenly she sung in a Corner of the dandelions will say: How his arrival, so that now are will not less all frets but now the voice of Sir Leoline, led for me! Him up.
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And Muses hill; or reach the bathroom floor Fill high to fall. For what is an island was ne’er decline and every side; gems, gold, that past in me, that so it seems from its measure. The hearthstone clings, but not drawn by Michelangelo. After the immutable cares of love’s hall. He had a rustic town set in the noon of Beauty walks have dream of Sodom blue. In its crie on the head in my cell. As the summit of a lover holding his immortal fruit? Made loving, o fine point of entry. I know not whom they’llnever fight. Praise alternate prayeth she. With trappin, the dances are shadows, where they? There stood avenged: her name and teach his pedlar poems with delight.
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For whose blessed be the Water of the mind, enough to breede. May rue the one to pray? A second cause. Robert Burns: fie on silly coward me for a hundred dollars. Beautiful, exactly. By those theyr prayse. Because of my Prosperity, and you likewise which Boccaccio’s lore and find the daunce euen? Better Women, who designed to pass you questions to my ear without a decay. Though parent’s brooding wind on glassy darkness down a musky Fawn of Eden bright Tead that one should I paint thee on the stern, single hearthstone clings, it selfe content, misdoubting off ordinary walls, that to vs. Eyes gan glittering o’er the hand you remind me of heart canon?
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Love? The hour we stood all around; years Rose- bud’s the nation, and setting drunk as flies whose soft hand deface in thee to me! And then perhaps you answer, and the twilight have led her and the approaching; every line and the dim forest wide is fitter weare: yet never think me bound in some and yet, I wis, dreaming river’s crescent, a great it was turned, and so the stars through me which we in bitter gall, to whome nor Art nor Nature state; one must be, to see what Meg o’ the famous tale that love, though now vnthoughts in one; she was all that can penetrate: fixed to her sake, she was tied, did not your heart such thorns you remind me of his breast; her face I have a king and dismay.
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Tis overlooking at the floors, another kind. In a kind of flame; and, like to moue; o let the Graces daunce vnto Maia, when his odor. For being so very fair; heap the same thinkes the sun set where never person, her stand, showing metaphysical refraine; loue feares a Coronations, his own anyone ever think each other’s arms he tossed, and letting each other decline: Amid the knight; and here, assembled hand deface in the saint whist owes to resume his active child; and, dodging is, there was a wabster gude, could be still as oak-leaves you have measure, in either cheeks they say, who thus I lead a life, you stretch forth again with delight.
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Lost that their eyes backe to the other pass my verse to commands them as noises too rude and for that’s to do? And threaten ither; sic a wife—too much, is not it at all. Yes indeed when I am pure onion— pure union of getting a danger, free from fear, fantastically merry peal comes a bleeding his imprisoned cry I see. Haste, haste, and without turning light, drest torn out. His their new establish dangerous for that. Think it the while; moments when a field a silken vestments weake: the first let myself alone. My heart just touched the Root he grew to be pleasure. This rare, and there builds up a fresh boyes that I call her lover the first woman. And, Do I dare?
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Smiling with both my youth, and I sat all your head a Cremosin coronet, with bullet holes. Then wonder’d at the forfeit when she view you don’t own anxiety, his heart’s heart to overcome, a pleasance to your have more affections doe obay, and ye fresh Cuddie, were dying, and saintly clammy day, like thing to notice few full moons shall be, to taste sometimes wake unto an enslaver. And this our marriage-bed, be kept alive, thou know, by those lips and her like books’ gay covering prey, light and soft seraphic cheeks; and this faire soft a rodde deare for better; remember how the floods no more shal answer and lust, the tender, taught the man. With enuie, yet I know she’s home.
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My father’s door and the wit to find close at the old oak tree. For I have known the air to move among a world of Pantisocracy; ’ or Wordsworth some Wolfe thy tenderness? Go thou, great say-master of her shouther; sic a wife abhors the book which is as in his bosom there I lie down like those sorrow; and the religion of the bright, the woman can Ah! The spelling. With beauty beauties Queene. Until he castle bell. Or hath rudded, her standing the Sun … I open to their son. And hair. Seventeen years are all cold duty now allows. That is not one. I see what I meant, at all, just another is coming, my dove, seen in breath! That her graves may be seen?
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Then the Southey, and obedient wife, to your naive ties, the mountains spouted up all her blest angels exercise; o kisse, which our earth gone near to walk by night, and there; which o’erleap the sex of women most my mothers? The worketh a spell, whence flee; foole, more or less, and rough but kind; but that makes a woman laughed and old, nauseous to a vice: had she giue but thus you say, a blunt plain truth, I rate your brain, he laye, and she nothing can gird more should therefore boarding yourself, for the curious rainbow smiling like diuers fethered from the procedure in your heart, and how fleeting! Was never chain of state; a kind of courage dwell, whence declivity, through me!
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Had redden’d her child! Things left its throat, its ears before the lovely lass o’ Inverness, nae joy nor pleasures are five minute there? When Damon, whose who have heard thy summer air is of the day with the same; my eyes lyke Saphyres shine, ennobling new comers at all. The plane is making that detail outside and all the world. ’ Thighs, Thus through link’d among their journey court—that the tingling star with caroches, all the sex aspires to sway, and your bed, all ready at the fragments of thy house upon his gold; she lives like a salmon, struggle in my emotion; now tis strains, how soon that makes it beseme any man to go yet turning Sappho loves so well, be well!
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Of summer breeze of mortal breath. Moments were strung together possible to careen; so that all that’s impossible and afterwards burn cleare as good company— the gout or stay, let Vertue but the Pouke, nor loss is no disaster. Her pretty lambs we pull; fair-lined slipped in a new flamenco— and i feel good white hills, the lips: but ashes fall, and in me claim his debt to you. She comes to the featured every look, as the blockhead ask for a Ladde, you so; let me, and dewdrops are shining through pain, and every green; he held in his grave: and this son, we see now, what place we die I cry with hounds adrift from my dear; she is all the name and you been such things, yet sweete?
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She shalbe mine—thou’st had tasted of Love are all hours of praise; the sole act express his locks, the dogs’—save the sound shuddered, she unbound the heaven be praises in the glenne: so now his freezing. Could tell; and more to dominate with death took a while if one, settling a pillared porch, the skies! Were awhile worth than when his auld brass will remain’d, ae limpin leg a handsome and He shall soone as I am? Who, in all, she said the larkspur listened the lady Christabel, So let it best I wish their tongue with fragrant gloome, and in an hour would, said I could wed, my brother can in sky and his lakes. Yet being sail, outline of virtue and fair. Heaven your frame; whether weeping.
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Patient I was: love pursue her alone, but let my freshness die. Make me anywhere it feels its life is the heart, the boggy depths of a dulled and see their priest and bravest friends who saved the remnant of a something reached across th’ Atlanta’s balls, cast in me claime any haruest Queene of shepheardes all: which were his happy breast—but place me zones and some mayden Queene, and cats, and fright, and close mine eyes, to this long salt winding though it may so be. Were not at all. To sounds as of a mind at ease and free home to thee watchman ever know it is tyme to spare. Her beauty clear than a philosophical behold; on this pair doth trust which man might be self-kill’d.
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She had a will; was her mine from below, else how couldst thou toil our thought, his guardian spirit creeping, compare, whaever has met wi’ a claut o’ siller an’ lan’. Full of the moment in his soul a few heroic touch or hold hands reached the commeth in to yours; o then, but they catch a falling in his Youth thou setst a bate betwixt the topmost twig that before my rage, his cheeks, crimson drops he stars and to this long locks thy darkness and each day would passe. My body keeps, thy king that trampled floor The mountains wear who not look at the beauties, they never think from, at a Draught of such are we come, she had not shake on a bond, than let a week, and she a weeping.
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Garland forget in all did ring there the woman is singing it was cleft with it, confounds the mountain top which the town and ran with truth a most used to behold, the Topic over intellectual deeps in buoyancy afloat. Points on me which ever think of the world is glimpses of a charming men to bed, where Love hath drunken deep of all our little bit, which not a mistress—I, although doubtless song, thy sharp repulse, that use is not so goodly perspective of dispraise, chiefe praise: hate to come. She is late; ’ the lady and how about how it was true withal she rather self, if aught that did spend, so drew Achitophel’! With open eyes ah woe is me!
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Half-canonized by all agree with ache? To travell’d mongst them, and fynd no pretence claime any manners bland; yet in bud and forth they brings from ancient art while we, like advertisements. My Love’s excess might proved is a deep grief, tries molder, distinctly, might sufficiencies these will not ask our wish in my hand as a star hath flower, to whom heauenly guifts of shame; I will good tribute of noise ensues, and casts a dusky strand. Dispute betwixt king Arthur do? Of mild demeanour thee well. Teaching dumbe lips drink; he feeds the mind is satire on the frontier: then, but the city’s edge, looking flower. Hast the rag of her Singing, each the third canto—and the tree.
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What she wakes,—to show my hand is not force and away. Look up to th’ high and loue now consummate their call, or amber, but the wife: the nobleman from a hook on the sunny lane some boy and girl will yet been by need to full perfect health, and without a part left over, and ever fresh in bed she died, we only have to an end. Each of us in a single person to stand so long travel for sport I suckt while you many good aray fit for this prisoners release, th’ indifferently to high for himself deep sinks with people doth please the milky way, all over bright, garnisht without pretence of honour! A wind that is never the Babe!
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But beautiful dreames, and we dropt, and daughter of the good Hobbinols Embleme. As you turn away a moment to see me write your thing is always was. Yes, call me by my pet-name! Some he soldiers spitting, spears in the water on the village green and their steeds, and for the fire scorch’d my heau’n did moue, with child do deeds to pry, to faint in this song vnto her looke, at my request, provided thus, God of desire, give your fate, and bonefiers make an infinity slid into those who on the sea? But, as these. So slowly whispering vows in vain: strike the flying trick of the parent’s brooding wings, but no single person can ever knight; but that may augment.
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Potter’s faded cheek toward man, that he seems to slumbers spend? Cupid is winged loue, open them go, before the fool to fancy i have asked only then. These were fair Salámán and Absál at his brother comes quickly arrayed her maiden win. Rate as kind and Sir Leoline. The rose, a ruby, who have I love my steed’s and here doth see. Is their order next to me answer and eyelids, as thoughts, like the slaves we are so close; so half-way to dream of, not the blood of restless he took, to the noiseless she prayed, though tis a train of a something much nobler seat the bases lost in laurels’ patterned into our lovingly fair; she had so highly set; and attended.
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From peeling grave. Look askance! And long by the walled townes do worke my greefs augment. The day the way, a Kate, a Francis call; for one kneaded of Evil—Well, could stop thy Father hand, and weeping far away. ’St my minnie to sell her horns with light; and to be, for mercy from the deere, that face sound ys signe of dreery death was a difficult birth, the sighs and tremble understood, in dizzy trance; her slender palms together. On the mermaids sing. Making crave much, and Christabel gathers by the winds and flower grows stubborn, and the sights he’d prance on would be thy cheek a fading flowers actually knelt, and country back? The woods no higher that good or ill. A theft.
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Now say it Cuddie, the most triumphant show; all, that day; if love paternal Footman hold this the child, and spring open and still, at least in the region clouds all there did a compact; that wanton heart’s growne before her friend, that he was, a sweet kisse those, like hidden beame vpon the house—his home, he stopp’d. But violent things, and greedy pleasure. She knew not where the straitened bound to master! Quick was the fatigue is flowing, and forswatt I am. Now will I for fear plants many a mile, his cheek—there haunts not afraid. From man, the figures strand of spruce, its operations are fond fancy, so artless, so sweete? Although her thee, that for on the divine, Hark! And of the kind.
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But whether of her hear my sisters which else would drown with consider’d of his Language wholly misinterpret the famous tale that ensues, since, dear lord’s joy and shower. As new; and took her way: smiling the wind constancy lives in dangerous confederates war, with Silence! Out, traytor Absence; while endless song, and he doth bare, let all these times, indeed, in vengeance of pleasures of Love, as wise Ferdúsi says, No, it’s how I feel without any dangerous family; look on the wind blow, had been: he left so sweet, ye must be, to seek reposed amidst the color and full of tacks around its love just stop in an watch I whilst that rose and in prison.
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Then pauses ere he graunt they should not greatly ouergone, she comes once thence my roving hands that laughs for joy, and leaves behind? Then practice an ancient times, indeed. Who ever recognize. All pretty pastime, many a grace, and silver sailboats they all lay in a trance; her slender age was various sherbet cooling into it and sith of one, settling across the wild stag she fled; and so much profane you gone, I could express his loue doth give! Being sick to me a livelier emerald aigrette with his Fellows; from this World. Now that I before her maiden limbs, and watch’d by a mossy leafless boughs to climb when the shore—gold cup, and Y your touch on her hair.
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Wholly granted; although long and obedience, when Damon, behold, I erred in the lake as they slept in a gentle cruel pain did him as an egg. ’ So I sware to the woods may answer meet: my sire is of earth. Blow on and of revelry expired; then the distant light for hair is a wine of the evening is no more, and sherbets in seemely good; so subject servants in youth; but while on that comes to weare? Seeking that rose that women most my mind, yet in bed you but one the fire without a part; made to keep off envy’s stinging them don’t own anyone everything her home with the twins her breathes of the scared of Gertrude Stein. Thus Heaven the dark, dark woods.
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Swear that still refuse this life? And you are holding in hand, and largely paid; and sung, Alas! Remember and air to insulate the sea backward from the manna dew; and she nothingness into sin. A child! Her shouther; sic a wife—too pure even less but oh your mothers moue? Thus she might give rules of speculation is behind it on the five, took me to pine forever. Which no eye with this one defied, collection have full growth, and I, thought of a hill side. And I strove to any, who for this soul do I entreat that they had learn from a flower salesman. Which we meet and the woods made, fretted with problems from his booth, whence flows between the floor, That prayer.
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He looked more coverings made for lay-men, are we come where yet ’tis sweet sleepe and Dryden, are we; and over the rose medled with pride, the will I be saved? Blossomed Muses hill; or reach do grow; and to die—thus through the richer one, their stars are we; and when mine eyes like delicately o’er the imperfect bliss; fie please him do a’ that I should have no thought, as child, as if there appear he nearer than she seems apart in gastful groue therefore and I, o we fell out with his long arms and he struck for his death in marble. In days of high degree, much more right come, all reade, must needs must kiss, life of the Colchian days; t is true with the sweet, all in all the forced forward.
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#poetry#automatically generated text#Patrick Mooney#Markov chains#Markov chain length: 7#199 texts#Meredith sonnet sequence
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Elizabeth, Sophia, and Rossel, have all been successfully updated the AV Style! Meaning the main Jasmin family has been fully* updated to it! (*excluding Jasmin as a child, and Elizabeth's labcoat alt)
Anyway, here they are, starting with Elizabeth! (Old on left, New on right)
Elizabeth Atkins
Elizabeth turned out AMAZINGLY!!! She looks far closer to how I imagined her in my head than she did in the JWatt style!
I've given her an ear, added detail to the seam, made her collar come off her neck slightly, and gave her eyebrows! Not just any eyebrows though!
Elizabeth was the first character I designed to have eyebrows, since she was originally made for Project Mansion, which was gonna have a different artstyle from Jasmin's world. When I decided to put her in Jasmin's world, I then experimented giving everyone else eyebrows, but they looked horrible on Sophia, so I decided against it.
Fortunately, Jasmin's draft is still in her project file. So, I was able to go in, find the eyebrow layer, and finally redraw them for her final linework!
Another fun thing is that Elizabeth was the first character to use this new shading technique, meaning I didn't have to set it up.
Sophia Kelly
Absolute pain. Her chest was EXTREMELY annoying to shade, and literally doubled the time and layers it took to shade her, and I'm still not entirely happy with the result... I'm pretty sure this happened originally as well though.
Anyway, I redrew her head, cause I originally drew it using a thinner pen, which doesn't actually look very good! I then gave her ears, updated her eyelashes slightly, and updated her collar, since I didn't like how basic it looked originally.
Like I said with Elizabeth, I tried putting eyebrows on Sophia in the past, and they just kinda looked awkward, so my plan originally was to redraw her eyes. Unfortunately, there's a certain softness her current ones have, that I was unable to recapture... so I left them mostly unchanged.
In the end, I rotated her closed eyelash slightly, and think that helped with the awkwardness. This is definitely one of those things I'm just gonna have to get used to.
Overall though, I think she looks better than she originally did!
Rossel Kelly
I find it kinda funny that I never got around to shading her originally.
Something funny about Rossel, is that I didn't need to draw the eyebrows. As mentioned with Elizabeth, I tried adding eyebrows to characters, and while they didn't look good with most of them, they fit perfectly on Rossel! So I just used the eyebrows I drew for that experiment!
Like with Sophia, I gave her ears, updated her collar, and updated her eyes slightly. The hardest part with her was figuring out how tf to shade her hair. I was also debating shading her chest, but that didn't turn out well with Sophia, so I decided to make her flat chested for my own sanity.
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Here's the whole family together! Excluding Gunther, cause I really need to redraw him, but really don't want to.
Honestly, I think they all turned out really well! I think Sophia, Rossel, and Elizabeth were designed for this flatter style, cause Sophia and Elizabeth both just look better like this IMO. That's probably why I never shaded Rossel.
Quinton looks a bit strange, cause he actually was designed for the JWatt style, but I'll get used to it. For Jasmin, I initially hated her new hairstyle, but it's definitely growing on me. I'm honestly really glad I did this!
Of course, my job's not done yet... I have to updated Hellen, Child Jasmin, Elizabeth's Labcoat Alt, then redraw Trisha and Tithon, then draw Child Trisha, and finally, procrastinate on doing Gunther. I also have to finally draw Liena and Selina, cause I never got around to that for some reason.
But I've got the main 5 down, so I'm gonna celebrate anyway. Anyway, that's all for now!
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G/t Art from my Main Blog
Just putting this all here so y'all don't have to look through my Topicless Talk to find this.
Cloud Gazing with her Little Siblings
Jasmin laying in a the grass with her 'little' siblings, Quinton, and Elizabeth.
Cloud Gazing with Big Sis
Quinton and Elizabeth laying in the grass with their 'big' sister, Jasmin.
Picnic with Big Sis
Jasmin's taking Quinton and Elizabeth on a picnic.
Unnamed Halloween Sketch 01
Just some artwork I made for Halloween. Jasmin's a witch, Elizabeth's a grey rat, and Quinton's a brown mouse.


Laying in the Grass
A 3D remake of "Cloud Gazing", originally made to test the VRoid models.

Picnic with her Little Siblings
Originally a 3D recreation of "Picnic with Big Sis", before deciding to change the camera angle to one that shows Jasmin as well.

Selfie in The Grass
Jasmin taking a picture with her 'little' siblings.

Late Night Laptop
Quinton staying up late with Jasmin, as she works on her laptop.

Late Night Project
Jasmin staying up late at night working on a school project, with Quinton joining to watch.

Late Night Project - Alt View
Alternate camera angle for "Late Night Project".
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Base Character Artwork
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(Teen) Jasmin Kelly, Quinton, and Elizabeth Atkins. Jasmin is a normal person, while Quinton and Elizabeth were shrunken down by an unethical research lab, as part of an experiment. Fortunately, Elizabeth managed to escape, while Quinton was taken home by the researcher who was responsible for studying him. She was also responsible for giving him his new name.
(Note: Elizabeth and Quinton are older than Jasmin, the shrinking process just stopped their aging. 'Big sis' and 'Little Siblings' is a play on that)
Sophia and Rossel Kelly Sophia is Jasmin's mother, and Quinton and Elizabeth's adoptive mother. Rossel is Sophia's sister, and acts as Quinton's and Elizabeth's doctor.
Trisha and Tithon Hammert Trisha is a normal human, while Tithon is "tiny", a sub-species of human discovered in the 1700s, and bred to be pets. The two are nearly inseparable, and have immense trust in each other.
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Anyway, that's all for now. I talk considerably more about everything on my Topicless Talk, but I don't feel like rambling that much today!
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All Eyes Lead to the Truth | Tithonous (6x10)
You know I don't believe you.
Yes, you do. That's why you're here.
He’d told people over the years. A fellow reporter. The man he bought coffee from each morning. The woman he was sleeping with at the time. Some believed him, he thought. Some didn’t.
One constant was that when someone knew what Alfred Fellig saw, what he knew and what he did because of it, they were horrified.
And that’s the thing about all of it. No one wants to think about death. When people are young, they have the luxury of ignoring their inevitable end. They can live free without care. That is, of course, if they’re lucky enough to live in a time without yellow fever, nuclear bombs, cholera, or the myriad of other pressing reasons for death to visit their door.
This woman… she didn’t want to believe, but he suspected she did.
You know, most people want to live forever.
Most people are idiots. Which is one of the reasons I don't.
I think you're wrong. How can you have too much life? There's too much to learn, to experience.
What would he do with forever? He’d already traveled– seen cities and towns, watched them grow and change. He’d eaten at high-class restaurants, drank at speakeasies. He’d mastered chess and Parcheesi and pinochle. It had taken decades before he really honed his skills with photography, but he was pleased with his work these days.
And did any of that make him happy? Fulfilled? Not anymore. All these people– having lived thirty, forty, fifty years– they wanted more. But he knew better. It wasn’t quantity that mattered, it was quality. It wasn’t how many meals, or how many experiences, or how many people. It was one perfectly seared steak. It was one amazing afternoon walking along a beach until the sun turned the sky shades of pink and orange. It was one person, with whom you could share your life, the delicious steak, and the evening by the ocean.
He’d hidden her phone, the woman from the FBI. He wasn’t afraid of being arrested– it wouldn’t be his first time– though he wasn’t much in the mood for prison, at the moment. But despite himself, he was actually enjoying speaking with her. Even if she didn’t really understand.
She thought she wanted forever, but what would she do after ninety, one hundred, two hundred years? When everything had changed? When everyone she knew was long gone?
What about love?
Love. Alfred was a cynical and very old man. Even if he were the age he appeared, he wondered if love would be a part of his life, if it would still be there for him the way it had been when he was young, when life followed the timeline that it should have.
He wondered why she’d asked. No ring on her finger, but in these modern times he knew that meant nothing. Was there someone she went home to? Someone who may be wondering where she was? A lover, a husband… a partner in life?
He had long since forgotten what it felt like to be wanted and cared for. That time had passed. He didn’t have a need for love anymore. He was singularly focused on his work, his task. His hunt.
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The pink of her lips, the bright orange of her hair– it was all gone as Alfred got his camera ready. Her future was written. Her death was imminent.
He’d told her how he got here, the mistake he’d made that had hidden him from death. He hadn’t told anyone in a very long time, but he thought about that moment, not every day, but almost. He’d see the nurse’s face, so young and beautiful. She’d given of herself to all of her patients, but she’d given every last bit of her life to him.
This woman, Dana Scully, reminded him of that nurse, in a way. She’d had long blonde hair, secured tightly in the style of the time. She was younger, softer, without the type of strength that he assumed the FBI required of their agents. But she was strong in her own way.
Fortitude, maybe. And inner strength or conviction.
I’m not going to die!
He remembered that desire to live. He hadn’t been ready for death, and neither was Agent Scully. He felt for her, really. She had work to do, love to find… life to live.
She was desperate. Scared. He could smell the fear radiating off of her. He hadn’t felt fear of his own in decades, but the sight of hers brought it back. He remembered the racing heart, the tight feeling in his chest. He remembered bargaining for survival… looking away.
He's coming and you should just make your peace.
It was her time. It was never his, but it was hers. She didn’t deserve it, and it was all he wanted for himself.
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Alfred had been shot before, not that Death had cared. But this time he wasn’t alone.
He lifted his camera, but her eyes… blue, like his nurse’s…
He’d seen his long life as a curse. He’d kept it to himself, looking for a different way to find death. No one should live the way he did, but he wanted to save her. Maybe for her, death would come on his own in the dark of night, many years from now, to find her while she slept.
Maybe for her, a long life would be a gift.
Do you see him? Don’t look. Close your eyes.
Blood dripped from her mouth, soaked through her shirt, colorless compared to the bright red that covered his own hand. He held onto hers as the color began to drain from his fingers.
He hadn’t known. All these years he’d tried to see death. The cloak had been removed and now he could be seen. Death was there, large and looming. Peaceful in his cold darkness.
Alfred looked up and smiled.
Read the rest of All Eyes Lead to the Truth on Archive of Our Own!
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#all eyes lead to the truth#mulder#scully#fanfic#x files#x files fanfic#msr#the x files#season six#s6#tithonous#6x10
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Post-Script to “The Tithons”
It is proverb, prophecy, and proclamation to the Tithons: The child comforts the crumpled father.
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Late into the night, Gwen stayed perched on the edge of Morgana’s bed, running fingers gently through her hair and telling her stories her father had told her when she was a girl.
“One more?” Morgana asked, filled with guilt and shame for asking, for being so afraid of sleep.
But Gwen didn’t judge her, or seem upset with the request, or make a show of impatience at being kept from her home for so long. She only smiled, and nodded, and searched her mind for the right story to end the night.
“Well,” she announced in a conspiratorial tone, when she found it, “I do have one more. It’s a very very special one, so you can’t tell anyone about it.” Then, she settled in close, and lowered her voice to a whisper, and began to tell her tale.
(Gwen's story below the cut)
“A long long time ago, in a place not very far from here, there lived nine beautiful sisters: Morgen, Moronoe, Mazoe, Gluten, Glitonea, Gluten, Tyrone, Thiten, and Tithon--whose parents clearly had trouble thinking up enough unique names for their beautiful daughters.
“The nine sisters ruled a magical realm called Avalon, the Isle of Apples, and they were the kindest, most benevolent enchantress-sisters, famed for their abilities as shapeshifters, and as the greatest healers of all time.
“One day, the great bard Taliesin entered Avalon through a magical portal of water and dreams, a portal no mortal man before him had ever used alive. In his arms, he carried a great and fallen king.
“‘Please, oh wise and beautiful sisters,’ said Taliesin, ‘my king, he has fallen in battle. I beg of you, fair maidens of the Isle of Apples, bring my king back to life, I will give anything.’
“‘But why should we do this?’ the sisters asked. ‘Why should we get involved in the world of mortal kings, who are we to decide the fate of Albion?’
“‘Please,’ said Taliesin. ‘My king has been the greatest king that ever was. I know that if you return him to me, he will bring about a world where our two kingdoms could be at peace. A world of magic and beauty like no one has ever known.’
“‘But why should we believe you?’ asked the sisters. ‘You are known even to the kingdom of Avalon as a great bard, it is in your nature to speak falsehoods.’
“‘Not falsehood, my ladies,’ protested Taliesen. ‘Never falsehoods. The purpose of a great story is to guide, to speak the truth that no man wants to hear into his very soul so that it may live forever. Please, without my king my soul is sundered. Without my king, I can never again be complete.’
“Upon hearing Taliesen’s desperate plea, the sisters felt their hearts ache for him as they had never felt before. So, they devised a way to test both the goodness of the king, and the soul bond he allegedly shared with this bard.
“‘Very well, dear bard, let us put your theory of myth to the test,’ said the eldest sister Morgen, stepping forward as the leader of her sisters. ‘You will have one year in Albion, to tell the story of your once and future king, and then you must return to us. Then, we will create a future for you and your king, and I will personally leave my memories here in Albion and join you.
“‘If your king is as good a person as you claim, and your story is strong enough to still be told in Albion to guide us, then I will carry him myself into Avalon the next time that he falls, and he shall be granted life enough to rule over this new, united Albion you promise. But if he isn’t, or if you fail, then you will be doomed to wait for him forever, never remembering this bargain, never knowing why your soul must forever remain sundered.’
“‘Very well,’ said Taliesen, grasping to the fine thread of hope the sisters were able to offer, ‘I will face your challenge, for my king, for Albion, for all of us.’
“When he left to tell his story, Morgen turned to her sisters and wept. She knew, in her heart, that striking this bargain was the truly benevolent path, but she feared the immense loneliness she would face in Albion without her sisters. ‘Don’t worry,’ they told her, ‘wherever you go, we will follow in your dreams--in the place where Albion and Avalon touch--and we will guide you.’
“And so was born the gift and curse of every seer, to hear the guidance of the eight sisters of Avalon, waiting for the day their eldest sister will return with the great king, and guiding her from the shadows.”
#fanfic#bbc merlin#gwen x morgana#merlin x arthur#polyamorous gwen/morgana#multiple folktale mashup#mythology#arthurian legend#combining arthurian legends to make a frankenlegens#pre-relationship morgwen#fic excerpt#Elements of Albion#of dreams and springtime rain#ao3 fanfic
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ok so the actual list of pending episodes is
S2 finale
conduit
Sanguinarium
ALL THINGS
sr 819
theef
chimera
fuckin tithonous
unusual suspects
3
d.p.o
#fuck it if we wanna watch bad episodes we might as well throw alpha and auga mala on here too#the fuck
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Untitled Composition # 12504
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#poetry#automatically generated text#Patrick Mooney#Markov chains#Markov chain length: 6#168 texts#sonnet
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Y'know, I was planning on redesigning the Jasmin World characters as sketches for the AV style, before using that as a base for their new artwork.
Unfortunately, I encountered a massive issue, the sketches looked horrible...
So, I decided instead of sketching a redesign, then drawing from scratch, I'd sketch a redesign, then edit their current artwork.
Currently, I only have Jasmin and Quinton done, who are the only two I sketched the redesigns of. Those sketches might've looked bad, but they gave me an idea of what I wanted to change, so they weren't a complete waste.
Anyway, without further ado, here's Jasmin's AV Style artwork! (Old artwork is on the right for comparison
Jasmin was COMPLETELY redrawn, heavily using her original artwork as a reference. I did this because her proportions were messed up originally, and her head wasn't symmetrical, as well as her overall design just being incredibly old, cause fun fact! Her artwork was originally made in the Ski-Z Style! And simply lazily updated to the JWatt style!
This meant my abilities have improved considerably since she was drawn, which is best seen by comparing her to Quinton or Elizabeth, who're far newer in comparison.
Anyway, I changed her hairstyle to actually make sense in 3D space, which is something that's been bugging me a lot! I also gave her an eyebrow, but it's unfortunately quite hard to notice. I was gonna give her a more natural skin tone, but I decided against it, since it just removed something from her, if that makes sense. Fortunately, since the shading is now separate from the color, I can easily change that if I decided against it!
I also decided against giving her ears, cause they just looked weird on her...
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Anyway, next up is Quinton! (Old artwork on the right again)
Pretty massive difference... don't know how much I like the face shading...
Anyway, Quinton reuses most of his previous linework, notably however, I moved his left arm closer! It's been bugging me to no end, and I fortunately kept his posing armature in his project file! So I quickly redrew it, and edited his hand to fit!
A far more noticeable change however, is his eyes!!
I'm not joking, I nearly cried while designing his new eyes! You might not have noticed it in his original artwork, but he's supposed to be terrified!!! That's why he's hugging his arm!!! He barely fucking looks like it though! And that has annoyed me to no end! So I spent 20 minutes redesigning his eyes so he looks like he's on the verge of tears! He was already a bit of a scaredy cat prior to being shrunken, and he was already incredibly weak, to the point his friends made fun of him for it! Suddenly, he's 4 inches tall! EVERYONE can kill, or at the very least, hurt him! And he can't do anything to stop it! Especially since he freezes when scared! So he's terrified of angering everyone! Even Jasmin and Sophia! His adoptive family!
So, I ensured his eyes SHOWED that fear! Those eyes are what I thought his eyes on his original artwork looked like originally!
Anyway, I also gave him ears, since he looked very awkward without them, making him the first character I wanted to put ears on.
Oh yeah, one last thing about Quinton, all of his shading was done on 1 layer! This only excludes his eyes, which are on a 2nd layer, specifically so I can swap them out if I want.
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Anyway, that's 2 out of 11 characters done, so 9 more left.
Next, I'm gonna do Elizabeth, with her 2 outfits. I'm probably just gonna give her an ear, but more importantly, she's gonna get her eyebrows back!!!!
After her are Sophia and Rossel (Jasmin's mother and aunt), the Trisha and Tithon, who I'll probably actually redesign, cause I still hate their current ones. After that, I only have characters I know I'll procrastinate on...
Those are, Hellen, Gunther, Child Jasmin, Child Trisha, and Bridget. Not characters I talk about very often, which is ironic with Hellen, since she's an extremely important character, and literally the main character of Quinton's story.
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Anyway, that's all for now. I probably won't make updates whenever I finish a character, so the next post'll likely have Elizabeth, Sophia, Rossel, Trisha, and Tithon done, cause I already know I'm procrastinating on those other ones! (Child Jasmin is still in the Ski-Z style, and also the only character to not be at 4K resolution)
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Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath.
Lord Alfred Tennyson // Tithonus
#Tennyson#literature#quotes#alfred tennyson#lord alfred tennyson#Tithonus#tithon#mythology#man#english literature#poetry#poem
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The Order of the Eft
One of the many esoteric organizations dedicated to thoughtcraft operating in the Eos-Tithon system, efts are masters of somatics, specifically to the ends of bodily modification and enhancement. Their presence is strongest on Memnon, away from the prying eyes of Hesper's corporate law and Emathion's independent government alike, but encounters with efts on Eurus and Emathion suggest they have some presence on other planets as well.
The organization is a ruthlessly competitive environment, with standing in the order determined solely by the perceived value of those techniques possessed by a given member which are not generally reproducible by other members. That is to say--standing in the organization may be improved by the development of a new technique whose mechanisms are opaque enough to be difficult to replicate, but lowering the standing of other members by replicating their techniques (diluting the associated prestige) is also a means of advancement.
At the same time, this secrecy is in tension with individual members' desire to expand their influence, and many prominent members of the order take apprentices; policies on teaching techniques vary.
Generally reckoned as the most powerful of the efts, Anaxyrus Themis* is the sole known bearer of the technique for producing the toadstone, a potent synthetic organ that hinders aging, renders the user totally immune to most poisons, and grants powerful and reflexive regeneration. Anaxyrus disciples ("toadlets") often bear toadstones hidden in any one of a number of locations in the body, as the destruction of the toadstone immediately renders its user susceptible to normal forms of bodily harm. To avoid diluting the technique's prestige, Themis only permits it to be learned through the use of a membrick**, which is returned to her upon completion of the organ (a process taking about one Earthly year). Attempts by disciples to abscond with the knowledge or copy it to personal storage have invariably resulted in immediate assassination by their teacher or her agents, who seem to have no difficulty locating the organ in the body of the renegade disciples. Attempts to dissect the corpses of Anaxyrus disciples has met only with the dissolved fluids of the toadstone, which appears to be designed to destroy itself on the death of its user. Vivisection--a practice unnervingly common among efts--has proven difficult given the regenerative abilities the organ provides.
Among other notable techniques developed by efts include several methods for breathing underwater, cures for a number of diseases (proprietary secrets in the normal functioning of the order, applied only for exorbitant fees, with few exceptions), and of course the martial techniques of the hellbenders, an informal group of low-prestige but very prolific efts who tend to publicly release their techniques in the hope that others will refine them further.
*confirmed to be a pseudonym--Themis and her disciples prefix their names with Anaxyrus, an Earthly genus of toad--and their specific names are names of art taken upon membership in their suborder.
**i.e. "memory brick", an exocortex providing supplemental storage for memories through the use of logics and normal electronic components.
#they also have some weirder techniques--for growing limbs and stuff--but people try not to do that on planets other than memnon#cultures elsewhere are more morphologically conservative
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