#travel dest

[inklore]

forbidden cravings

premise: stay in your room; that's all you had to do. a simple demand that you planned on following until something goes bump in the night and you're trapped between two monsters.

pairing: vampire!din djarin x reader x vampire!bo-katan kryze

word count: 5k

contents: blood and biting obviously, oral, threats, murder mention, reader is a little clueless, power imbalance, bo is kinda evil but we love her for it, brief mention of piv.

note: this took me way too long to write and by the end of it i was very tired so hopefully someone out there enjoys this lmao. i could possibly see myself writing more within this little world, maybe.

haunted hoedown day five.

You had never noticed how creaky the house was until tonight. Until you were stuck in a dark, dampened room. Your only light coming from the candle at your bedside, the moon, and the flashes of lightening through the windows. The deep red drapes that match the ones that hang around the four poster bed in the middle of the room, that look ancient and eerie, set your already on edge nerves into a frenzy of fight of flight.

You had dusted this room many times. Have been past the threshold and seen it painted in the daylight. 

But never at night. 

You were prohibited from being here past nightfall. 

The master of the house—your boss—had made it clear upon your first interview a year ago that you’d only be needed in the daytime. That staying after nightfall was not something he needed you around for, and it would be of best interest to the house if you departed once the sun set. 

It’s a rule you questioned little. A rule you were fine and happy to obey. 

It wasn’t your job to question it. It wasn’t your place. 

You were the housekeeper, nothing else. Nothing less. Nothing more. 

And you’d never think of going against the lord of the manor, Din Djarin. 

The infamous inventor. 

The mysterious scholar.

The man with whom you’ve slowly bloomed a friendship with while you’ve worked here. The two of you have spent hours in his library with your fingertips, running along old books, relics he’s come across in his travels, and blue prints for inventions he one day wishes to create. 

The pair of you bonding over the love of old words and worlds you wish you could have been a part of. 

Working for him and being in his home—the dark gray spiraling staircases, the arched doorways, the black and red wallpaper that look hundreds of years old and yet look like they’d just been done yesterday—was a joy. 

A better job than working at the mill or getting by on your looks alone to put food on the table. 

You lucked out. Was honored to get the position and even more honored to befriend the destinguishinly handsome Lord Djarin. 

His staff soon became like a second family to you. A home away from home—a much more beautiful and sprawling home than your own, but a home in all senses of the word. 

Not even the curfew could dampen your love or the job. 

The only thorn in your side, the only downfall—negativity—to working for the Lord was his companion, his wife, Lady Kryze. 

While most days, the two of you would rarely cross paths. Her off on travel, or in the west wing of the house that you seldom find yourself in. 

But when appearance’s were known, brief or not, she always had a look of haughtiness about her. Her red hair laying perfectly on her shoulders, and her dresses always form fitting and beautifully cascading to the floor. The neck line plunged lower than what’s usually considered proper—that always made your cheeks heat when you found yourself rudely staring, a smirk on her lips that quickly got washed away with a scornful arch of her brows. 

She had never been rude to you. Had never demanded of you or treated you unkindly the way one would think when you looked at her intimidatingly beautiful face. The power you know she held with just a look, a twitch of a smile, or the flick of her fingers. 

She was the opposite of Lord Djarin. 

The two seeming an odd match for two people destined to be together. 

Your schoolgirl crush on the Lord of the Manor definitely having little to do with your opinion on the fact. 

It had been Lady Kryze who had suggested you stay. Almost demanding it, with the weather outside being too dangerous to travel. The winds whistling through the old bones of the house. The rain coming down like heavy hail. The thunder that you could feel deep in your bones each time it rumbled. 

Lord Djarin had protested on the matter. Said you could wait out the storm but insisted you leave after. 

“Don’t be rude, honey.” Lady Kryze had said. The sentiment, honey, came off more as an insult than as something sweet and tender. The look on the Lord’s face one of strain and frustration. A warning flashed in his eyes before he gave you a tight lipped smile and nodded in agreement. 

And now here you are. Dressed in a nightgown that Lady Kryze had supplied you with. The white fabric feeling almost like satin against your chilled skin, the lack of heat coming from the radiator on the other side of the room making you frown as your breasts made it more than clear how your body was reacting to the draft in the room—to the cold storm outside. 

The loud thump that startles you from outside of your door tears your gaze from the window and elevates your unease when you put your ear to the dark wood and hear nothing but the old house talking in the way one does in storms or settling.

Lord Djarin had ordered you to stay in your room. To lock the door from the inside and try to get some rest. Assuring you that all was alright, the drafts liked to open the doors at night. 

Listening to the plea in his voice that he tried to hide with his endearing smile was enough to convince you not to try it. To listen to his words. To do what had been asked of you without question once again. 

But the thump comes again. This time, sounding closer. Perhaps a glass broke somewhere in the hall. 

Your teeth chew at your bottom lip in worry. 

What if the Lord or Lady needed help? What if they had fallen? The lack of electricity in the house was more than a factor, a reason, for something that could cause a fall. Candlelight only shows so much in these dark halls. 

And while there had been no cry for help. No croak, groan, or indication that someone needs help; you can’t help the way your heart escalates or why you ignore the nerves, making your hand shake as you unlock the door, twist the cold handle, and open it a sliver. 

Your eyes search the vast darkness of the hall within the tiny space you’ve given yourself. The lit candles in the holders on the wall do little to aid in you seeing anything other than small glows of orange light past the railing that lines the hall. 

The words of the Lord push into the back of your mind as you open the door more and poke your head out into the dark space. The strings of lightening outside paint the empty hall in blue light. Streaking against the dark wallpaper hauntingly. 

“Lord Djarin?” Your voice is faint compared to the booming thunder outside. A gulp of air fills your lungs when you get enough bravery to step fully out of your room and speak a little louder, “Lady Kryze?” 

The silence only pushes you forward. 

Has your bare feet cold and weary against the long rug on the hardwood floor. The floorboards creak with each step that you take.

The portraits of unknown people by unknown painters look more intimidating and scary the longer you venture through the hall. The candles shadow their faces in scowls that aren’t normally there in the daylight. 

Your fingers dig into the side of your nightgown, bunching up the fabric as your heart hammers against your ribs. 

Maybe you should go back to your room. Maybe it was nothing. The rooms with open doors were dark and abandoned. The staircases are bare, and the entryway below, when you look over the rail, is completely encased in darkness.

Maybe it had come from the west wing of the house. Maybe it was a branch outside. Your mind isn’t sure. Isn’t thinking about anything other than getting back to your room, engulfing yourself in the bedspread, and trying to ignore every creepy sound that the storm outside aids in the houses off putting nature.

Being here at night was, in fact, something your nerves could not handle, it seemed. 

You sigh. Come to a stop at the last door along the hallway. Your bottom lip sore from your worrying. Whatever the thump was, it’s not something as drastic as your mind had probably come up with, and unless you feel like venturing down the stairs and through the rest of the house, it wasn’t your concern—and the prospect made you shiver knowing some parts of the house didn’t have candles lining the walls. 

But when you turn to head back to your room, your body crashes into another, and the scream you let out rings along with a crack of thunder, filtering the hallway into a horrific sound of chaos and fear. 

“You were told to stay in your room.” 

“Oh my—" your hand flies to your chest. The beat of your heart feels as if it might beat it’s way out of the cavern of your ribs. Your lungs finally fill with the air that had been whooshed out of you when you had collided with the other person once you realized who it was. “Lady Kryze.” 

“I was told you listen to directions well,” her smile is pressed and sure. Humorous in the way her eyes move along your appearance. The relief you felt from it being her soon dying when you remember how see through your nightgown is. Your arms cross over your bare chest. “How misguided.” 

“I-I was just,” you swallow. Try to get your breathing back to normal. Try to stop the pounding in your ears matching up with the rain outside—with the booms of thunder. “I heard a noise.” You manage to get out. The amused raise of her brow makes your body heat up in something akin to embarrassment or a child running to their mother at night because they are scared. 

Lady Kryze hums, “many things go bump in the night around here. It’s an old house.”

“Of course,” you nod. “Yes.” You laugh nervously, breathy, and unsure. Trying to ease the tension that’s growing between the two of you. Worried you might be jobless come morning. “I apologize. I was just worried that you or Lord Djarin may have been hurt.”

“You’re a doctor? Here I thought you were a maid.” Her smile is mocking, unkind. But that’s when you finally take her fully in. With the flashes of lightening through the window at the end of the hall, giving light to the shadows that dance along her face in the candlelight.

She looks…different. 

There's a deep red tint to her lips that’s not usually there. You can’t recall the last time you saw her wear lipstick, let alone that shade. Her hair is darker and more unruly at the bottom than usual. Than the sleek look of perfection it’s always at. Her clothes—her dress—stained a deep red and ripped at the top, standing her paler than normal skin out. 

Your eyes look down to her nails; they’re longer. Stained the same shade as her lips and her dress. 

Somethings not right.

And when your gaze meets hers again, you can see how much darker her eyes look than what you’re used to seeing below that scowl. Bigger. Almost as if her pupils had doubled in size.

Your lack of subtlety seems to give you away when you quickly try to sidestep her and head for your room. 

“Now that I know you’re both fine, I’ll just go back to my room now.” You say softly, give her a forced smile as you try to keep your composure and act as normal as you would if you weren’t scared out of your skin. 

Lady Kryze laughs under her breath. Let’s you step past her and walk one, two, or five steps before there’s a grip at the back of your elbow and your back is being slammed into the wall. The gasp of your lungs deflates from the pressure puffing out against her face with how close she is. 

“Lady Kr-”

“Bo.” She corrects, her eyes wandering down your face, pausing at your lips and the junction where your jaw meets your neck. Swallowing hard before her gaze cascades to your chest, “I always hated the pleasantries Din demanded we go by to fit in with you…humans.” 

“You humans?” You give her a quizicall look, too much going on in your nervous system to comprehend her words. To make sense of them when the fear of the emotion in her eyes reads hunger. 

And when she laughs again, her smile more genuine than any you’ve seen spread across her perfectly proportioned lips before; you see it. See them.

The pointed teeth that have replaced her normal ones. 

The way they gleam off of the orange glow of the candles. The way they make you swallow. Make your chest hurt from the bruising your heart is doing to your ribs from beating so fast. 

What is she?

“I thought you were smart? With the way Din talks about you, I imagined you would have figured it out by now. Especially with how close the two of you have been getting.” The accusation makes your heart stop. A cold fear pricking at your insides that makes your skin feel clammy. 

The raising of her brow makes the feeling worse as you shake your head. Open your mouth to protest on the matter, to not encourage the accusation that there might be something going on with Lord Djarin and you, her husband. 

“Don’t worry,” she smirks. Leans in closer so her lips are ghosting over the shell of your ear as she murmurs, “I like to share.” Your body trembles when her hand leaves your shoulder and her fingers run along the side of your breast. Her pointer skating along your erect nipple, making you gasp softly. “We both do.” 

“Lady Kryze–I,” there’s words meant to come out. Words meant to put an end to whatever this standoff, or showdown, is. You’re lost, you’re captivated, and you’re frightened. But her cheeks and lips brush against yours as she moves herself back so she can look at you; her dark eyes make every syllable on your tongue lay thick and weighted down like sludge. 

There’s a silence that has enough tension to make your body buzz and your brain catch up to put the puzzle pieces together with the information that has always been laid out for you. Things you took as old family traditions you didn’t care to understand. 

The presistant curfew, the eerie darkness that hung over the manor once the sun started to set. The mysterious cases of maids and butlers going missing without a trace. The town just beyond your own’s population dwindling down. Neighbors and friends gone. 

Lady Kryze’s dark eyes, her teeth. 

“You’re the cause of all the disappearances.” It’s not a question because you already know the answer. The slow spread of her lips only solidified the gathered information in your head to fit neatly in a box of truths. “And,” you swallow, hate how your heart aches at the very thought. “Lord Djarin..he–”

“Is much more discrete than I.” She seems to find a silent annoyance in the statement. In the way your body lets out a shaky breath as if you’re relieved. It makes her eye twitch before she’s leaning in again, her lips closer to yours now. Her breath smells of metal. “He doesn’t like to indulge in the bounty we’ve been given. Says it’s not right to eat thy neighbor.” Her tongue runs across her bottom lip, one of her sharp teeth catching on the skin. “I say, why waste such delicious gifts? And delicious they are, especially the ones who beg. The ones who let me play with my food before I eat it.” 

Her laugh makes your body shiver. A reaction she seems to like too much, as her lips skim across yours. The metallic scent of her tongue inhaled by your shaky breaths and swallowed down, leaving your throat dry and your tongue itching to reach out for the source. 

The source of it’s weight, the source of the ache in your jaw with the need to drink. A thirst for what you’re sure is water and not the nourishment that’s so clearly painted Lady Kryze’s lips red and her tongue. Your body willing to use any source of fluid to aid you. 

Not because the metallic linger of her breath sits on your tastebuds like an open invitation. Not because her fingers are still at the side of your breast, your peaked nipple aching to be brushed over by her again. 

“Will you let me play with you?” Her nose brushes yours as her head turns, and her lips just catch the corner of your mouth, a gasp leaving your lips as they move across your cheek and her teeth clip on your jawline. “I know how hard it is for my husband to be near you every day and not sink his teeth into this beautiful neck. You look as good as you’ll taste.” 

A moan racks your ribcage when her hand grips the side of your neck, bending it so the other side is on full display and her lips press to the sensitive flesh. Her tongue coming out to run the tip lightly against you, like she doesn’t dare indulge too much. Like it’s an appetizer to what she really wants. 

A trail of bruising kisses and hungry noises coming from the woman making your chest heave, your fingers daring to come up to her elbow to grip the fabric of her dress as an anchor—or to pull her closer—you're not too sure what your body wants, your senses not matching up with the fear still plaguing your brain. 

“Will you run for me, little rabbit?” You can feel the amusement at her own words with the smirk that’s pressed just below your ear. Your body canting at the derogatory pet name.

Until her next words come out of her mouth in a booming shriek that makes your ears ring and your body recoil from her in defense to protect itself from wrath. 

“Run!”

And you do. 

Not turning back to look to see if she’s chasing you. All the heat once again drained from your body, any pleasure you had been feeling doused out, and brought tears burning at the corners of your eyes. 

The candles on the wall continue to be your guiding light. Even when you step on something that makes you hiss. That tears the skin on the bottom of your foot enough to stutter your sprint. A limp catches in your leg as you try to make haste.

You were foolish for staying here. Foolish for leaving your room. Foolish for not seeing what this house really was or what it’s occupants really were.

Foolish. 

If there had been a spell, you had fallen for it. Like a silly little girl.

The closer you get to your chamber door, the harder your heart beats against your ribs. The harder you try to ignore the sting in your heel. The harder it is for you to breathe. 

The distance only seems to get further and further away from safety the longer you try for it. The longer your eyes strain in the candlelight to not step on something else that could make you completely imobile. Completely at Lady Kryze’s mercy. 

Who you don’t hear behind you. 

Who—upon your better judgment, one would say—you look for as you turn your head towards the path behind you. Your blood running cold when you see that all the candles have completely gone out and you can’t see a thing. 

The flashes of lightening from the windows down below cascading the barest amount of light onto the floor. 

It’s the least of your worries when your body collides with a wall. 

Or what feels like a wall—a strained ache coming to your chest upon the collusion, your body thrown backwards as you groan from the impact your tailbone makes against the hard floor. 

And when your eyes open, you realize it’s not a wall you’ve collided with; it’s Lord Djarin. 

“I told you to stay in your room.” His voice is full of authority and aggravation as he pulls you from the floor. It’s a tone he’s never used on you, a grip on your arm that’s much more cruel than the light touches of fleeting moments spent together. 

“She–Lady Kryze–She.”

“Is insatiable, yes.” There’s a growl that’s completely for his wife’s sake and not your own. But the sound still makes your stomach clench. Your body dragged along the hallway by the hands of the man you’re now realizing is more dangerous than any normal man. 

A monster.

Like his wife.

And yet, you feel safe in his tight grasp. Feel safe with the memories you share with him. Of him. The man you knew before the monster. 

The fear of him never coming. 

The fear only comes back once you’ve reached your room, and he’s pushing you through the door only for your back to collide with something icy that grips your wrist and snakes it’s fingers along the column of your neck to hold you against it.

“Bo.” Lord Djarin’s voice is stern. Angry. 

“Darling.” You can feel the smile that’s wrapped around the word even without seeing Lady Kryze’s face. 

The cold of her body seeping through your night dress and against your skin—a cold that’s not from the fear of what she is rather than what she’s doing. What has stained her lips and tongue and what you wanted so badly to taste just minutes ago. The same deep red clearly stained in the front fabric of your gown that you hadn’t noticed until now.

Until you’re standing in front of Lord Djarin, your night dress more see through and clinging to your body, where it’s damp from blood and straining against your breasts. 

Lady Kryze’s grip tightens on your throat, and it makes a breathless noise fall from your lips. A noise that has Lord Djarin’s eyes honing in on your mouth, moving along to his wife's hand on your throat, before plunging down to your chest. A hard swallow and a deep scowl shot at the woman holding you in her vise. 

“Let her go.”

“We were just having a little fun. Weren’t we?” Her teeth knick your earlobe, and it makes your body contort against her hold. “See,” she smirks. 

“Bo. No.” His tone has finality. Has something that wordlessly lets you know he’s tired of this topic; he’s clearly told her no on before. 

Something inside your stomach lightens up and burns at the thought of Lord Djarin denying his wife the pleasure of making you a meal time and time again. Was it out of respect? Care? Want?

Did she want to sink her teeth into you so badly because of jealousy at the closeness you and her husband had found the longer you worked here? No, she said they like to share. Said she likes to share. 

Was it want then?

The want to do more than end your life by draining you.

“Come on, Din.” The hand at your wrist does a show of crawling with her sharp nails over your midsection and to your hip to start pulling up your night dress. Your thighs quickly come into view as she bunches the fabric further and further up. A shyness takes over you as you wiggle in her grasp as you watch Lord Djarin’s eyes follow the movement with a hungry look. “We all know you want her.” 

Her lips press against your jaw as she murmurs to you, “he never allows himself to indulge in the things he wants. He’s so disciplined. Such a good man. He’d never let it slip that after you leave his library, he bends me over his desk and fucks me the way he wishes he could fuck you.”

An involentary noise that get’s choked out of your throat makes her laugh softly, “tell him he can have you. Tell him you like it.” Your eyes lock with his; his eyes just as dark and monstrous as his wife's now that you’re really looking at them. His lips that deep red—the same red you smelled and craved to taste on her lips. 

Your thighs inwardly press together, causing the pressure between them to ease the slightest, but grow worse when your backside pushes back against Lady Kryze and she lets out a noise that sounds just as lovely as she looks. 

“Look, Din.” A heat comes to your cheeks as the rest of the fabric of your gown is pulled above your hips, showcasing your nakedness to both of them. “There’s no denying she wants you,” her fingers move down to grip your inner thigh. The clear and evident proof of your arousal—that you’re not sure was caused earlier or right now—coats your skin and her fingers. 

“No, she is not-”

“What? Food?” Lady Kryze laughs, “we both know you’d never let me drain her. Nor could you bear to have anything but her essence touch your tongue. But she can be a toy. You can fuck her. We both can.” 

You can see the internal battle he’s fighting with himself—against his wife, against what’s right, against his want. 

And there’s a part of you that understands. That knows this is wrong. That has barely come to terms with what they are—monsters, myths, and scary stories you tell little children at night to get them to go to bed. 

But then the proof of your arousal, of your own want is being toyed with between your thighs as Lady Kryze runs a finger through your wetness. Your hips canting against her hand as she pulls it away just as quick as it was there and holds her finger out to her husband. 

“Taste her.”

His head is about to shake; you can sense it. See it before it happens by the way his fists bunch at his sides. Maybe that's why you finally find your voice, “please.”

And it’s as if those are the words he’s been waiting for you to say since the day you’ve met. Since you’ve started working for him. The speed at which he’s against your front and his lips are wrapped around the finger that has gathered the wetness from your pussy makes you feel woozy. 

Makes you sway on your feet and loosen in Lady Kryze’s hold. Her nails dig into your flesh as she holds you tighter, keeping you upright for her husband. 

Whose finger is under your chin, mouth daringly close to yours as he murmurs, “are you certain?”

Do you want this?

Do you want all it entails if you let this continue?

His dark eyes speak; let you know that he’ll stop this. That while you might be weak in comparison to who they truly are, you have a say, and he’ll do whatever you wish. 

A wise woman would heed the warning that’s in the brow he raises. Thats in the descent of his finger down your chin and to your jugular. Your heartbeat thudding against the pad of his finger. His tongue comes out to wet his bottom lip as his eyes cast to your neck and then up to his wife. 

Who's giving him a smile you can’t see but can feel in the way her body shifts, pulling your thighs apart easily. Lord Djarin needs no more confirmation for either of you as he falls to his knees, a rough hand cupping the back of your thigh to lift and bring it up and over his shoulder. 

Your back arching, and a gasp rakes through your body when you feel the bite of teeth against your inner thigh. Feel the sting of punctured skin, the pull of something inside that’s making your eyes flutter, and the pressure in your lower belly thumping at the same speed as your heart. 

When your eyes shift down, when he’s stopped, when you feel like you could either pass out or come from just this, you see blood—your blood—staining his lips and tongue. See his eyes go even darker, black, and void of any human attributes. Making him look entirely like a monster that’s hungry, starved. 

And you’ve completely offered yourself up for the taking. 

There’s a deep moan coming from Lord Djarin as his fingers and tongue clean his mouth. It’s obscene as much as it is beautiful to watch. Your arousal only grows worse at the sight. 

“How does she taste?” 

“Exqusite.” He murmurs against your skin, his tongue running over the marks he’s just left in your thigh, working it’s way up to the apex of your thigh. Your legs shake the closer he gets to your pussy. 

A cry burns your lungs when you feel him dive into you without any warning. His tongue licking through your wetness, his nose pressing against your clit. The tip of it creates a slow grind that only intensifies when you cant your hips up. When you thrust against the air, his tongue slips inside of you, pushing it further inside. Your fingers dig into the sides of your dress as you try not to completely collapse against either of them. 

The pleasure coursing through your body makes that easier said than done. 

Lady Kryze is humming against your cheek, her hand coming down to slow the movement of your hips. “Take your time, little rabbit.” She trails kisses and soft bites over and under your jaw to your earlobe, where she lets the tip of her tongue run against it. “Because once you’ve come, you’re mine to play with.” 

[genshin-scenarios]

A Missing Half - Xiao x Reader

Summary: Corrupted AU with Xiao! After you as the Traveler disappeared from Teyvat, he's the only one who senses the loss of you. For everyone else, your presence is like a patched glitch in the system — no one can tell it's happened at all, memories erased. 

Reader is implied to be the Traveler and was dating Xiao before their disappearance!

Warnings: more possessive and codependent themes, exploring ideas of how corrosion might wear him down! Slight OOC, ‘something bad happened and now they aren’t quite themselves anymore’ kind of AU. They get better over time, probably, but that’s not within this fic.

Wordcount: 2700+

Day 55

Weeks after your disappearance, Xiao's karmic debt worsened tenfold.

It started with a plague of nightmares every time he fainted from exhaustion, contents of which only remained as dark flashes when he woke up. The remedies used to keep his symptoms down were no longer enough — he’s pulled down, and down, and down, into a darkness that aches worse than his usual corrosion.

He does not suffer directly, stabbed through by chains of red, but instead is drowned in an ocean with the air taken out of his lungs. It’s like he has forgotten how to catch his breath, and suddenly—

The sky. It is night, and he is awake.

Xiao clutches his head, trying to stave the throbbing pain away. It’s accompanied by an overwhelming grief that he cannot trace the source of, ebbing with guilt for weeks in his chest.

Who has he lost, and why can’t he remember?

With a pained sigh, he retrieves a pouch that is hanging from his waist to pick out a crystalfly core. It is not infused with resin, but a different energy that is close to the mystery teasing at his mind. 

After his constitution got worse, Xiao searched across Liyue for clues related to it. There is a figure which appears in his nightmares who he knows he must find, but the closest Xiao got to this was finding discarded crystal cores in remote places. 

When he picked up the first one, the karmic imbalance within him stilled, and as such, Xiao started to collect them as a temporary aid.

They contain an energy that is not like the other elements, but glows with a pure, white color. Morax had advised against pursuing its origins, but Xiao’s obsession to do so intensifies each day he wakes up from an unwanted sleep — heart in his throat as he tries and fails to call out a name, the syllables vanishing into thin air.

Xiao has a feeling that whoever you are to him, he must’ve grown so used to your touch that he can feel your absence even now. And most worryingly of all is that the affection he might’ve held for you has changed — distanced in nature and driven by the urge to quell the anxiety in his chest.

He doesn’t think he can let you roam freely if you’re reunited again, feeling the need to stay at your side to make sure you’re there and real and safe. 

If possession will bring him peace, then you are no longer a safe haven, but a moment in flight which he must catch and preserve.

-

Day 102

You can’t remember much, other than waking up to a violet lake which stretches on for miles.

You might’ve been stranded in the galaxy, if such a thing had a physical form you could tread upon. You think you must’ve fallen asleep or fainted at some point, and after wandering there for hours… The water finally gives way, opening up to a tunnel beneath your feet as you’re dropped into one of the innermost parts of the Chasm.

The paths open a way for you, leading you through the labyrinth. An uneasy feeling crawls up your throat as you make your way to its upper levels — it feels too easy, and the last time you’d been here you were surrounded by allies and friends. 

Paimon is nowhere to be found. Just how did you get here, and how long has it been?

Your questions are stripped away when a shadow lunges for you. You reach for your weapon, but the sword is flung out of your hands as your back hits the ground. You feel an overwhelming presence, all corrosion and destruction as it cages you within its arms.

No, wait.

His mask is cracked, but you’d recognise that pattern anywhere.

“...Xiao?”

The yaksha doesn’t budge. 

There’s a moment where his aura intensifies, and you worry that this might not be the real Xiao but a corrupted leyline remnant — before the dark anemo energy seeps away, settled back within him, and the mask crumbles away with teal particles.

His eyes are sharper than you remember, and a different color too; muddled amber with a red flame burning behind, rising and ebbing in color.

“It’s you.” Xiao’s voice is rough. 

Has he been looking for you in the Chasm this whole time? 

“Xiao, are you okay? What happened?” Every time his name leaves your lips, you realize Xiao grips his polearm tighter. “I woke up in a domain, then the next thing I knew I was in here.”

“The Chasm led me straight to you.” Xiao’s gaze is too intense to break away from, but not in the same way you’d fallen in love with. He feels a little foreign, and you can’t put a finger on why. “I had to break through its seal again, but it’s easier to pass through now that I can manipulate my corrosion.” A pause. “You still nullify my karmic debt.”

“Yes…? I always have, from the first time we met.” You answer in confusion, trying to reach out and nudge Xiao to let you sit up. He allows it, but catches your wrist along the way. “...You’re not well.” You see it in the way he holds himself. “Xiao, how long have you been down here? When was the last time you took a rest?”

“I should be the one asking you that question.” He pulls you closer — not for an embrace, but to take your other wrist into his grasp. Holding you there, making sure you don’t slip away. “Where have you been? Everyone’s forgotten about you. I searched all over Liyue for your tracks, but all that's left is your energy in crystal cores.” Xiao stops, finally releasing you as you both sit on the ground. You notice the marks on his arms are now a deep scarlet rather than teal. “You’re back. What happened?”

“I should be the one asking you that…” You mutter. “All I remember is going to bed one day in my teapot realm, and the next I was wandering in a domain for hours.”

In comparison to that, Xiao’s side of the story is much more concerning.

“It was like you vanished into thin air.” He lets your hands lay between you, but his touch never leaves, lingering without rest. “I’d lost my memories about you as well, but they never faded completely. I could tell something was wrong, but…” Xiao’s jaw tightens. “It was only this month when I could recall things properly, like your name and appearance. No one else seems to have been able to. Not even Lord Morax.”

“Not even Zhongli…” You mutter, a cold feeling runs down your spine. You had a bad feeling from the start, but assumed you felt weaker only because you hadn’t been able to resonate with a Statue of the Seven since waking up. “Xiao, please hand me back my weapon.”

He does so wordlessly, pushing it back towards you with a gust of anemo. But one look at your attire causes him to freeze.

You have no bruises or injuries, and your personality seems to be the same.

Everything is the same, except for the jeweled parts on your attire that used to glow.

You can no longer wield the elements. Xiao can sense it, even if your resonance had never weakened in the past. He sees the panic you’re trying to hide from your gaze, and pulls you into him. Your eyes widen as he tilts your chin up, but allow him to pull you into a kiss.

It’s fleeting, with a light prick from his canines as he pulls you closer. His hands trail to the place where a star is shaped on your chest, and you gasp as something flows into you, powerful and pressured like a cyclone. 

When Xiao finally parts from your lips, you realize that you feel the hum of anemo in your body, along with his presence; it’s more intense than the usual element, which is light and malleable. Instead, you feel an undertone of destructive energy within, gaze trailing to the red that now paints Xiao’s arm.

“It should last long enough for us to reach the surface.” His voice is close to your ear. “Can you still fight?”

“Yeah.” You mutter, face starting to burn from the proximity. Your actions follow him like a puppet as he helps you stand. 

A part of you feels like you’re in a dream instead of reality, but if that was so, the feeling of dread in your stomach wouldn’t bundle up so strongly.

He’s still Xiao…

Right?

-

Day 108

Over time, you learn that Xiao’s anemo application only lasts if he continues to be a close presence around you. Which of course becomes his regular excuse whenever you wander out of his peripheral vision too long, causing him to teleport to your side.

It’s not that he was trying to trap you anywhere in particular, but it was very obvious that Xiao needed you to stay close. Whether that means he’s following you to the city or bringing you on his patrols might depend on the day, but as such you’ve been more or less staying at Wangshu Inn, where Xiao can stake out at the rooftop to keep watch. 

Without even Verr Goldet knowing who you are, you’re struck with the reality of disappearing from people’s memories. No one remembers that you exist, and every time you meet someone who looks at you with curious eyes, asking if you’re a traveler, the feeling in your chest only grows lonelier. 

Xiao would watch you from a few feet away at first, before he started to linger at your side to take up the conversation. It’s an act of mercy whenever you speak to someone who you used to be close to, shielding the pained look in your eyes from growing just a little bit sadder. 

You notice how sharp Xiao’s gaze is now, too — like a hawk that is always in search, never relaxing enough to truly let himself take a break. And even with you beside him to fend off his nightmares, he is still unable to have a proper rest. Instead, you try your best to remain quiet as Xiao leans against the bedframe from his seat on the floor, having insisted it’s better when he’s still on edge.

You think back to the other time Xiao had woken up to the sound of you getting down from the bed, mistaking you for an enemy and pinning you down.

It’s more heartbreaking than anything else, to see the effects of your incident on his person. Whether it be caused by your disappearance directly or some other related factor, the affection you hold for Xiao still urges you to be by his side, trying your best to preserve the serene expression on his face as he finally sleeps — a rarer sight these days than it should be.

“There has to be a way to fix this.” You sit down on your bed after yet another day of doing commissions together, trying to numb your stress by crossing your arms. “Like my resonance, and everyone’s memories—” You look up at Xiao, who’s standing guard at the balcony of your room. “There’s no way I’ll disappear too, right?”

“...I won’t let that happen.” He says, almost too quick, like the same worry used to cross his mind.

You attempt to smile, but it’s strained and weak in comparison to your anxieties. “Right. We just have to keep searching for clues.” 

Perhaps before, Xiao might’ve placed his hand on yours to reassure you that you weren’t alone. 

Perhaps you might’ve softened at the concern in his eyes, now faded in a hardening of amber, stone, and the dark glow of scarlet along his arms. He remembers most of your past by now, but you can tell that this isn’t your Xiao — or at least, not completely in the way you remembered him.

Yet still, when you find yourself in trouble, you find yourself calling his name. When you’re searching through a ruin that you used to frequent before your disappearance, Abyss Mages ambush you — and the anemo resonance runs out from your fingers quicker than you expect, leaving you cornered with nothing but a weapon against shields of static and ice.

…Only for a deadlier power to appear, tearing through the enemies without a blink of an eye.

Xiao helps you up, but you think it’s not just his resonance that causes a chill to run through your body. You hesitate at first, remembering the indifference he held as he watched the monsters’ remains diminish, before his gaze lightens slightly when they land on you.

“...I’m okay.” You tell him, slowly letting go of his hand to search through the camp you found. You try not to appear too shaken, but you’ve honestly forgotten how helpless it feels when you’re left with only a sword against the elements. “I think I found something.”

It’s a stash of your belongings that you used to keep buried for emergency use. It’s completely untouched, with even commission receipts from months before shoved into a bag of mora. A smile finally reaches your face. “Not everything is gone.”

“Where was the last place you were supposed to go?” Xiao asks, following behind you. He watches silently as you find a few crystal cores, which glow as you make contact with them.

“Sumeru, I think.” You frown. “But I’d only made it as far as the Avidya Forest.”

Since not everything was erased… “Perhaps there is a way to restore your presence.” He says. “There is a world tree in Sumeru, which is supposed to carry all of the memories within Teyvat.”

“So if I continue my journey there, and try to find it…”

“Things could return back to normal.”

You place a hand on the hilt of your sword. “Will you remain in Liyue?” 

A beat of silence. “...No. I will journey with you. That is the least I can do, as the only one who remembers.”

“Thank you.” You face Xiao with genuine relief. “For finding me in the Chasm, and also helping me until now.”

It’s a lot less isolating to have a companion, even if your present states are a twisted echo of what used to be. The more time you spend with Xiao again however, you start to recognise traces of his past self — still there, buried under his corrosion.

“But promise me you won’t push yourself too much?” You ask, taking his hands in yours to show that you’re serious. “I know you’ve found a way to utilize your karmic debt, but the strain on your body—”

“—Is slowly being mended, by you.” Xiao lifts your hand to brush your knuckles across his cheek. It’s a gesture of promise, reminiscent of older times. “But if it makes you feel better, I will try.”

“You say that, but even when I’m up against regular monsters, you appear in a flash.” You frown. “Am I that weak now, in your eyes?”

“...I will attempt not to worry as much.” He averts his gaze. “It’s not your abilities that I lack faith in.”

It’s the fear of losing you once more. Whether it be to the wind or gods above.

“I used to put crystalflies in your hair when you were asleep, wishing on each one for more memories before I finished my journey in Teyvat.” You echo the sentiment, and try to meet Xiao in the middle. “I’ll try to be more careful as well. Since we will be traveling companions, I don’t want to burden you more than needed.”

“You’re not a burden.” The words slip off his tongue by habit. Xiao’s familiar tone makes something in your heart twinge, so instead, you place the crystal cores you found onto his palm. He stores it, always keeping a supply in case you were ever separated when his karmic debt flares up. “We should head back to Wangshu Inn for supplies before departing for Sumeru.”

Right. You’ve found a clue, but that only spelled the beginning of your quest to resolve this mystery, and hope that you can set things back to normal.

To remain in this state of limbo, where you are to remain in one state as the world goes by…

Have the fates turned your wish into a blessing, or a curse?

[doctorstrangereview]

Strange Tales #128

Cover Date: January 1965 On-Sale Date: October 8, 1965

Doc's cover real estate is growing again. He's got the bottom third of the cover (if you don't count the magazine title on top) and it's our first view of Doc wearing his new cloak and upgraded All-Purpose Amulet. Earlier I said the stakes get bigger from here, but Doc actually gets a break for a couple of stories until things really start heating up. This story wants to show off the new cloak and amulet. The Cloak of Levitation isn't quite in it's final form yet. Fortunately they rethought the yellow and it's now a lovely red. The filigree edging is slightly darker red for now. It will turn it's familiar gold eventually.

Following directly from the previous story, Doc is returning to his Sanctum Santorum from The Ancient One's pad. In a remarkable show of consistency, he returns via a floppy bullseye just like the one that kidnapped him two stories ago. Ditko's rendition of Doc's penthouse level study with the funky skylight is lovingly detailed. But I really wish he'd bring back the gorgeous armoire. The splash page both serves as an introduction to the story instead of just an advertisement, and gives a great view of Doc's more color fashion sense. No sooner has he materialized, someone is frantically knocking at his door.

"I just got home," thinks the exhausted sorcerer. "What the hell do they want?"

At the door is a haggard individual who explains that he escaped from another sorcerer. "I joined up with him as lark, but the dude can really do stuff and want's to take over the world!" We change scenes to this other sorcerer we now know is called The Demon. After recovering from this flood of originality in names and motivations, we find out the Demon is able to look in on Doc. Doc, you really, really, really need to cast some security spells. After blathering on about how he's stronger than Doc and he'll defeat him, his disciple disappears while ratting him out to Doc. All that's left are his clothes. The Demon, in a fit of modesty, has made sure that his disciple's underwear travelled with him. The Demon may be evil, but that doesn't stop him from being a big prude.

Speaking of clothes, the Demon's outfit is pretty wild. I wouldn't have gone with that olive green, but the wild headpiece and color absolutely make it. Coloring them fuchsia is icing on the cake. Those wing sleeves are out of this world!

The Demon even manages block the Orb of Agamotto. It's still called the Eye of Agamotto which will later be the name of the upgraded All-Purpose Amulet. Ditko and Lee can keep their floppy bullseyes straight, but all the gadget names get mixed up here and there. The disciple falls through a trapdoor and the Demon dissolves his spells. I guess this is like pouring bleach on the floor after a particularly messy murder. "I'm safe," he thinks as he sits and a funky looking chair. I think I need to go through all of Ditko's stuff and start a furniture line based on his funky chairs and armoires.

The Orb (Eye) of Agamotto is open again, but clueless. "I ain't beaten yet" says Doc, since he continues to prefer spouting exposition to no one in particular. "A chance to use the new amulet!" and he shines the amulet light (amulight? I may start using that) on the pile of clothes which get up and start walking (commando) to the Demon's hideout. Doc levitates behind the clothes for some, unexplained reason. Like the new amulet, he was probably excited to try out his new gadget. This is also where we discover what the cloak's power is. It wasn't mentioned last month and the splash page just says "new powers of levitation."

The Demon senses Doc's approach and is prepared for Doc's home invasion. Doc is immediately ensnared by the Crimson Bands of Cyttorak. They are presented here as a pink polyhedron thing. In the future they tend to be depicted as a ball of red gift-wrapping ribbon. Doc actually shrinks to the size of a big paperweight and the Demon attempts to destroy him, to no avail.

Now comes the part that I still find confusing after all these years. Doc claims he escaped before the bands fully closed, but he is depicted as his astral self and his body still appears inside the bands. Doc claims this is merely an image while he cheats by studying the Demon's musty old tomes. Once he's caught up he returns to him image and gets all ominous. "Gotcha, weird dude!" and proceeds to shatter his pink prison. The Demon tries to pile on the spells, but Doc deflects them all. We get another visually great battle, even if Doc is just playing with the Demon. I've always found this image particularly striking.

Finally the Demon is like "I'll just throw everything and kitchen sink at him all at once and see if anything sticks!" Doc pretty much flicks it all aside with a wave of his hands. Then Doc's like "time to show off the new amulet again!" The amulet opens, grows to giant size and just vacuums up all the Demon's evil spells!

How great is that?! It's the light of truth and a big Electrolux! Think of all the money Doc saved by not having to buy a Roomba. The Demon throws a Hail Mary pass activating the trap door that claims his disciple. Thanks to Doc's new freaky horned cloak, it's ineffectual and even gives Doc a chance to rescue the stupid disciple that started this whole fiasco. Doc non-consensually wipes the Demon's mind of his sorcerous knowledge and the now-clothed former disciple waves good-bye as Doc flies home.

I have affection for this story. It's really just meant to introduce Doc's souped up powers and more colorful look, with enough original elements to leave him recognizable. The story is a typical supervillain tries to conquer the world. His minion feels remorse and rats him out to the authorities. While the Demon is pretty one-note and two dimensional here, his look is carefully and well crafted. He'll pop up a few more times, but won't grow as a character. Ditko did a great job illustrating the story giving us good looks at the interior of Doc's house and the Demon's hideout. The exterior of the Demon's pad even looks a bit like a vertically squashed version of Doc's pad. It's a fun romp that gives us an occasionally returning villain, if not a very useful one.

[strangerthingslover69]

Undercover ~ Part 1 ~

18+ minors do not read!

Warnings ~ Swearing, flirtating, drinking, strip club ~

Sebastian Berger + Female reader

You’re the best British undercover agent they have. You happen to also be a dab hand in computers. One day at work you get an unexpected visitor from Major Daniel from the ICC saying they need your help. Of course you accept, you do love an undercover mission. Once you arrive at headquarters you meet the team, Sebastian catches your eye. You were looking forward to this job even more now

You were working a double shift at the station, finishing the paperwork from your last case. A month ago you had just brought down one of the biggest drug dealers there was in England. There was a hell of a lot of paper work. You knew you could do it, you were good - no amazing - at your job. Always undercover leading different lives. You loved it. You lived for it. As you type up your report there’s a knock at your door. You look up and see Amy, the secretary with a man you’ve not seen before but sure do recognise. ‘Come in’ you say standing up. ‘Y/N, this is’ Amy begins but you cut her off. ‘Detective Major Louis Daniels. An officer in the Direction Centrale de la Police Judiciaire. The man who started the ICC. It’s a honour sir’ you say reaching to shake his hand. ‘You know who I am?’ He says shaking your hand back with a smile. ‘Of course sir. With your arrest record it’s hard not to know who you are. I think it’s amazing that you have formed the ICC. I follow your cases, rather impressive. You also got an impressive team’ you say welcoming him into your office. ‘Thank you Amy’ you say as you close the door. ‘Well I must say Miss L/N, I think you are the impressive one. That is why I’m here, we need your help. With your last undercover job going so well I knew we needed your expertise for this case.’ He says as you offer him a seat. You sit down back at your dest even more curious. ‘What’s the case?’ You asks. ‘Similar to the one you’ve just done actually. You see there is a rival gang travelling across Europe, The Scorpions. They sell the best kind of cocaine out there along with a lot more stronger stuff. With the success of your last case I was hoping you would join us?’ He finished talking and you process what he’s told you. You’d heard about this gang but we’re not sure if they existed. You couldn’t say no to this opportunity. ‘I’d be honoured sir’ you say reaching to shake his hand. ‘Excellent, I can get a taxi back to your house and you will need to pack and say goodbyes to anyone you feel necessary this is going to be a long case. I will meet you on the helipad in one hour.’ he says shaking your hand back.

You packed pretty much most of what you own, clothes, shoes, books, phone charge, the necessities. Since you’ve got no family left alive so only quick goodbye to your work colleagues. You can’t help but feel the excitement run through you. You always get a thrill from your undercover cases but this? This was going to be something else you could just feel it. As you press the lift taking you up to the helipad a little feeling of nervousness comes. You’ve done plenty of undercover jobs before, but non this extreme. Packing your life up and being gone for god knows how long. Shit, should you have done this? Should you have thought about this properly? No Y/N, this is what you were born to do. He came here all this way for you. You take a few deep breathes as the lift doors open. Major Louis stood there with the helicopter behind. ‘Let me take that’ he says grabbing your case from you. ‘Thank you sir’ you reply as you walk over to the helicopter. ‘Impressive, you’ve got your own chopper? I could most definitely get use to this’ you say with a big grin. ‘Definitely one of our many perks.’ He says as you get into the helicopter. He places your bag next to you, you both put in your headphones and seatbelts as it takes off. You’ve never been on a helicopter before, it’s bumpier than you expected. ‘So how are you feeling Y/N?’ Louis asks. ‘Good yeah, excited to get stuck in!’ You shout. He winces, ‘you don’t need to shout, I can hear you just fine’ he smiles. ‘Oh, sorry, never been on a helicopter before. So your team, just like you they are all impressive.’ You say diverting the conversation. ‘You’ve been making yourself aware of my team? You really are going to fit in nicely. I think they will most definitely like you. They are all amazing at what they do and I am truly grateful to have them. When I told them I was recruiting you they all couldn’t be happier. You have as I’ve said a very impressive background.’ He says, he’s definitely making your ego slightly bigger. ‘Of course sir, they all are incredible. Just like yourself. I hope I’m not going to be stepping in anyone’s toes.’ You say looking out the window at the beautiful views. ‘Of course not. Once we land I will introduce you to everyone properly and then we shall begin to take the scorpions down’ he says. You nod and smile looking out the window once more. You can’t quite believe how your day has become this.

Once off and out the helicopter you make your way to the ICC. Your heart was beating so loudly you were sure Major Daniel would be able to hear it. As you make your way through the doors you are slightly taken back by the building. It’s huge. A lot bigger than the station your use to. You must look like a child in a sweet shop with how you are looking around right now. ‘What do you think?’ Major Louis’s voice brings you back to reality. ‘Very impressive sir.’ You say with a bright smile. ‘Well if you think that impressive wait till you meet the others’ another man’s voice appears from behind you, an American accent. You definitely know who this is. ‘Carl Hickman Detective First Grade from NYPD. It’s a pleasure to meet you’ you say turning around. ‘Another one with the Google Louis? Good job I can do that too now. Y/N L/N. A former Chief Superintendent from London but decided to become an undercover specialist. Done over 20 undercover operations. Youngest person to ever do that many operations and youngest person to be a Chief Superintendent. You could of gone higher but you loved being out in the field. Most recently busting one of the biggest drug gangs in the UK.’ He says confidentiality to you. ‘That sound about right to you?’ He says with a warm smile. ‘Certainly does , however you missed out that fact I’m also a tech whizz’ you say with a smile. ‘Tech whizz? Sebastian’s going to have his work cut out with you’ he laughs as does Major Louis. The lifts opens and you all step in. ‘You sure your ready for this kid?’ Carl asks. ‘Always sir’ you reply confidently. ‘Please call me Carl, anything you need Y/N let me know’ he says. ‘Thank you Carl’ you reply nodding your head. The lift doors open and you all walk out. You walk behind as Carl and Major Louis talk. You take in your next surroundings. You follow the men as they make their way down some stairs, your suitcase thudding behind. Both men offered but you insisted you could manage. You hear footsteps behind you and someone taking your bag from you. ‘Miss L/N, it’s so nice to have you here’ Micheal Dorn says to you with a smile. ‘Michel Dorn, it’s an honour sir. I can honestly manage my bag’ you say gesturing to it. ‘I know you can Y/N but I insist. Did you have a pleasant flight over?’ He asks as you continue down the never ending steps. ‘Yes thank you sir, Major Louis has given me a great welcome as did Carl.’ You say gesturing to the men. ‘Good, the rest of the team will be eager to meet you also. With your background and arrest record. Very impressive I must say.’ He praises you. You could most definitely get use to this. He passes you your bag back as you’ve reached the bottom of the stairs. ‘I’ll let you get settled in and meet the rest of the team’ he says walking off. ‘Thank you sir’ you reply. You look around and see some desks across the floor with computers.

As you look around there is a glass window with technical gear you’re slightly familiar with. You also see a man with this back to you, shirt tucked into trousers, short hair. You’re pretty sure that’s Sebastian. You can’t lie when you googled this unit and this team he caught your eye. Handsome man. Blue eyes. He was your type. Your heart beated faster as you were now in the same building as him. You were impressed with the other members of the team of course but him, he was something else. As you observe him work you start to walk forward slowly following behind Louis and Carl, you’re wrapped in staring at him that you didn’t see someone walking towards you and you bump into them. ‘Shit!’ You say loudly causing heads to turn to you. You look up and see you’ve bumped into Detective Tommy McConnell, an officer in the Northern Ireland Police Service and a weapons specialist and technician. ‘I am so sorry Tommy, I really need to look where I’m going’ you say awkwardly. ‘Yeah you do’ he snaps at you before speaking again. ‘How do you know my name?’ He asks eyeing you up and down. ‘I’m Y/N L/N nice to meet you’ you say offering a handshake, he scoffs at you. ‘It was an accident Tommy, calm down’ a woman’s voice appears at his side. Sergeant Eva Vittoria is a former officer of the Nucleo Operativo Centrale di Sicurezza and current officer in Europol. ‘Yeah well at least you managed to cover yourself in my coffee and not me’ he says pointing to your top. You look down and see your once white blouse covered in coffee and starting to stick to you bra. Your feel your cheeks turning a rather embarrassing shade of crimson as you cover your chest. The others make there way over to see the commotion. ‘S-sorry Tommy’ you find your voice again brushing a hair behind your ear. He rolls his eyes, ‘yeah whatever’ he says and walks off to presumable make another coffee. Well done Y/N great start to piss off one of your colleagues. ‘Ignore him, he just takes some getting use to’ Eva says reassuringly. ‘Y/N L/N right? Lovely to meet you’ she says extending her hand. You take it and shake hers back. ‘Yeah, Eva Vittoria? Nice to meet you too’ you say with a smile shaking her hand. You didn’t even realise that Louis, Carl and Sebastian were now next to you. ‘I erm forgot to mention I can be clumsy - but never in the job I swear’ you say panicking. ‘Don’t worry, like Eva said accidents happen.’ Louis reassures you. You nod and smile looking to the floor. You still feel like eyes are on you, you look up and see they are. Well more specifically one pair of blue eyes. He looks down at your wet blouse then up at you he clears his throat, ‘nice to meet you I’m’ ‘Sebastian Berger, an officer of Berliner Polizei and the tech god’ you say interrupting him. You shake his hand and he gives you a warm smile. ‘Been doing your homework?’ He says with a smile. ’Well before Major Daniels contacted me I read about you. I mean the ICC it’s amazing reading about you all and what you’ve achieved. It’s an honour to be apart of this team’ you reply back. ‘Y/N, why don’t I show you to the bathroom so you can get cleaned up?’ Eva offers kindly. You look at Sebastian and realise your still holding his hand. You quickly drop it, ‘sorry’ you mumble following Eva to the bathroom. The men watch you and Eva walk away. Sebastian can’t help but smile. When he made his way over to you he couldn’t help but notice how sweet you looked. It’s been awhile since someone caught his eyes. ‘Making goo goo eyes already Sebastian?’ Tommy says sarcastically as he comes over with another coffee. Sebastian turns to him but before he speaks Louis beats him to it. ‘Tommy I hope you are not going to cause a problem for Y/N, we need her here.’ ‘Of course not sir, I’m sure she’s great at what she does when she’s not busy checking out ‘Mr tech god’ here’ air quoting your words you said earlier. Sebastian rolls his eyes, ‘just be nice’ Carl says. ‘I always am Hickman’ Tommy says taking a drink.

You and Eva reach the bathroom, you go into the stall and change tops. ‘Don’t worry about Tommy Y/N. He’s a nice guy, just takes some getting use to’ she says through the door. You find another blouse and swap into it. ‘I’m sure he is, I’ve just messed stuff up already. He’s not going to take me seriously now’ you huff opening the door. ‘He will don’t worry, if not I can always shot him’ she jokes to you. You can’t help but let out a little laugh. Eva looks at your and points to your blouse, ‘that’s pretty but you may want to sort out the buttons.’ She says with a small smile. You look down and realise you’ve missed a button on your chest. You turn and quickly sort it. ‘Thanks’ you say cheeks feeling red again. ‘Just relax a little, the Y/N I’ve read about doesn’t sound like she’s one to get flustered so easily?’ Eva questions as you exit the bathroom. ‘You read about me?’ You asked feeling surprised. ‘Of course, like you said you read about us before Major Daniels came and I’ve been following your career for the last three months. Well done on your recent bust, excellent work. I can not wait to see it here’ she says with a smile. ‘Neither can I, do you mind if I just have a minute quickly before going back in?’ You ask stopping outside where everyone is gathered in Sebastian’s workspace. ‘Of course’ she says rubbing your arm and making her way in. ‘Don’t tell me she’s quit already?’ Tommy says as Eva walks in. ‘Tommy, cut it out. You know we need her.’ Eva says unimpressed. Tommy sighs rolling his eyes, ‘I know. Sorry, I’ll stop’ he says putting his hand up in a surrendering position. ‘Good because I do not know if we can do this without her. She’s only just come back from her other undercover operation so she’s already being overworked. She didn’t have to say yes to coming here, she just did. Left everything behind just like you all did. Remember how nervous you felt? She feels like that now so give her a break’ Louis tells the others. The others look towards Tommy, he nods and agrees. ‘I’ll go see if she’s okay’ Eva says. ‘No, let me. I don’t want her to have a problem or feel uncomfortable with me’ Tommy says leaving the room. You stand around the corner near the stairs pacing back and forth composing yourself. ‘Y/N you can do this. This is what you were born to do. Your mum did it so can you.’ You give yourself a small prep talk hoping it’ll help. Normally you wouldn’t be so nervous but after your encounter with Tommy you can’t help it. You wonder if you’ve done the right thing. You agreed quickly. Too quickly? You haven’t had a normal life since joining the police force. You can’t remember when you just stopped to be Y/N L/N. You were always undercover. You loved it yes. You adored it. But we’re you losing yourself? You bite your skin around your nail, a nervous habit you’ve had since your father died. You start to think back to that day. That phone all that changed your life. ‘Y/N?’ You feel a hand on your shoulder pulling you out of your thoughts. You turn to see Tommy. ‘I’m sorry I was rude. We need you here. I know how you feel, can we start over?’ He offers. You relax and smile. ‘I’d love that. I’m Y/N’ you offer a handshake. He smiles, ‘good to meet you Y/N. Tommy.’ You both smile. ‘C’mon then, let’s get this thing started’ he says leading the way back.

You both enter the room, before your attention turns to Louis. ‘Glad that’s all sorted. Now Y/N I know you’ve only been out of cover for a month but you sure you’re ready to go undercover again?’ He asks turning to you, all eyes fall on you. ‘I can do it’ you say confidently with a smile. Sebastian has already made your fake documents needed for you’ he gestures to Sebastian who gathers them from his desk. He passed them all to you, you smile at him and he returns it. Such a kind smile. You look down at your new identity. (Reader - The name is your nickname from school and your mothers maiden name)

‘Impressive, not many people know to call me that. Mothers maiden name too? You definitely gonna have to tell me how you got that’ you say in a flirtatious tone. ‘They don’t call me tech god for nothing’ he says winking at you. You feel yourself blush. You clear you throat, ‘okay new identity. We got a backstory covered?’ You ask. ‘We do indeed. You were apart of another group who are known as The Indigos, non existent but believable. You were a small time dealer to begin with but once you met The Indigo group that’s where you shone. The boss took a special liking to you so you became their right hand woman. Until he set you up and got you sent down. You are now a woman after revenge and you want his blood. Of course you can fill in a details with your background but we figured it was a solid start. You will meet with the man in charge. Victor Edgar. A truly evil man. Not only wanted for supplying, selling and distributing drugs but’ Sebastian stops and takes a breath before continuing. ‘He’s also wanted for assault, rape and murder. Nothing has caught up with him yet.’ You’ve dealt with drug dealers before but not to this extent. Rape? Murder? You were in deeper than you ever thought. You nod slowly at what he’s said. ‘We understand if you want to back out Y/N, this man is not a pleasant one at all’ Eva says reassuring you. You shake your head, ‘no, no I can do it. Just a lot to take in that’s all. Please carry on Sebastian.’ You say to him. ‘We have a known location from where he parties, that will be your first interaction. It’s, it’s erm’ he stops scratching the back of his neck. ‘Where is it?’ You ask. ‘A strip club. This is who you will become. That is the start of your story’ he says. You nod slowly. Okay so now you’ve got to be semi naked. This definitely wasn’t the same operations you were use to. The others wait for you to respond, you feel all eyes on you.

‘Okay. I’m in’ you say with some what confidence. ‘To start this operation Sebastian has take a great length to make sure your location is known to us at all times so we know you are safe.’ Louis starts. ‘Only if you are comfortable with having a tracker put in you?’ He asks. You double take. ‘I’m sorry, a- a tracker? Like a dog has?’ You ask feeling confused. Tommy chuckles, your turn your head and glare at him, ‘well when you put it like that.’ He mumbles. ‘It’s a small device that will go in the just here’ Sebastian touched the back of your neck under your ear. ‘Just a pin prick, only hurts for a second. But with that we will know where you are at all times. Much safer than a wire. And it doesn’t pick up in body scans or detectors. It’s 100% safe.’ He says reassuringly. ‘I’ve also made something else similar. However this one picks up much more, instead of wearing an ear piece you can have it on the other side like the tracker. It picks up sounds. So when you are with Victor or anyone else we can hear what everyone is saying.’ He moves to his desks rooting through the papers until he finds them. He shows you them in the palm of his hand. They are tiny. ‘See? Only leave a small scar’ he says. ‘Well aren’t you clever Mr Berger. However, two things?’ You say looking back up to his eyes. ‘Yes?’ He asks. ‘One. How will I hear what you are all saying? Two. Is there anyway to have any privacy with that thing behind my ear? I mean of course you’ll need to listen in but when I have to pee? I don’t think we’re that close yet’ you say playfully. He gives a light chuckle. ‘For privacy you tap it twice and it will stop, just tap it twice again for it to come back on. Unfortunately I am not that advanced for you to hear us.’ Sebastian sighs. ‘Y/N there will always be someone else. Tonight is when we start. Eva will be working the bar, Tommy and Sebastian will look like they are paying customers. Myself and Carl will be in the car listening to your first encounter’ Louis explains. Your heart races. Unsure if it’s the fact the operation is becoming more real or the fact Sebastian and Tommy will be seeing semi naked. You quickly push those thoughts to the side. ‘Well I need to look the part’ you state pointing to your clothes. ‘Already got it covered’ Sebastian says. You turn to him raising your eyebrows. ‘Have you now?’ You ask. Sebastian face turns red, ‘I- I mean we already have your outfit prepared. Eva does’ he says a bit flustered. You giggle and bump shoulders. ‘I’m just playing with you’ you say smiling. ‘Who says going undercover can’t be fun?’ You say to everyone. ‘I will make myself more presentable and meet you in the car in 15 minutes’ you say leaving the room. ‘Can’t say she’s not up for the challenge boss. Rather her than me’ Tommy says returning to his desk. ‘I will give her the clothes’ Eva says taking the bag of ‘clothes’ for you. ‘She’s a fun one’ Carl says with a laugh. ‘More than I expected considering what happened to her parents’ Louis says sadly. ‘What happened to them?’ Carl asks. ‘It’s not my place to say’ Louis said shrugging his shoulders. Sebastian couldn’t help it. He went to his computer and googled your full name. He googled you before but not delved into your past. Louis leaves the room returning to his office. ‘Are you googling what happened to her parents?’ Carl asked making his way next to Sebastian. He sighs, ‘well all you had to do is type in her name and the word parents and this article from a newspaper came up.’ He says pointing to the screen. They both begin to read it. ‘Poor kid. No wonder she became a cop’ he says patting Sebastian on the shoulder before leaving.

In the bathroom you do your make up, normally you have a more natural look but with your location you know you needed to be less you more whatever you were going to turn into. Adding a cat eye, shimmery eyeshadow, mascara and a lipstick. Undecided on what colour to go for. As you decide between a red or purple you see Eva come in the bathroom. ‘This is what you’ll be wearing.’ She pulls your outfit out the bag. You examine it and are speechless until you realise. ‘How did you know my size?’ You asks as it looks like it’ll fit like a glove. She clears her throat, ‘well, I did not get it. You know what Sebastian is like for finding out information’ she says awkwardly. Oh. So he got this? Interesting. You couldn’t help but blush at the thought of him picking this out for you. It was a two piece purple set of lingerie. Fairly classy not tacky looking. The had little gems around the straps. You held up the bottom half of the outfit and went bright red. ‘So, so erm Sebastian picked this?’ You say holding the small piece of clothing. Eva nodded. ‘He’s been talking about you a lot.’ She blurts out. ‘How? I’ve only just met you all?’ You ask working out how you were going to pull this skimpy outfit off. ‘The major saw you name last month to do with your case. Your face not shown so he asked Sebastian to do some digging. Sebastian found out about your arrest record, all your undercover operations, the stuff that no one else could found he did. He showed it to the major and couldn’t believe how well amazing you are! Non of us could. We’ve been trying to get the scorpions for a long time. Too long. We all knew we needed your expertise. Sebastian threw himself into researching you. He’s not a creep I promise. He was just doing his job. But I do not know how he got your sizes’ Eva said. You nod to this new information. You can’t help but blush. These people are so kind to you considering you’ve just met them. Even people back home weren’t this nice. ‘Eva, do you think I can really do this?’ You ask her. Eva steps towards you and reaches for your shoulders. ‘I don’t think you can. I know you can. We all believe in you.’ She says with a warm smile. ‘Thank you, I truly appreciate it’ you say. ‘I guess I better get this on’ you gesture to your outfit. ‘Wear this on top. I don’t think you’d want Michel to see you walk around in that’ she says handing you a dressing down. You both can’t help but laugh. ‘Thanks’ you say taking it from her. With Eva gone you get into your outfit. Sebastian really did do his research as this fits you like a glove. You look in the mirror. You actually look pretty hot. You decided to go for the purple lip to match your outfit. You put your hair into pigtails adding two purple bows that came with the costume. Lastly adding the knee high bright purple boots. Dressing down on you exit the bathroom making your way to the car. You sit in the back, Carl turns around. ‘Ready?’ He asks. ‘Ready as I’ll ever be’ you say with a smile.

You were surprised how quick the journey went, Louis and Carl talking you step by step of how to start the interaction. Showing you pictures of Victor Edgar and some of his known associates. You familiarise yourself with them. They pull up around the corner and pass you everything you need. ‘You’re on the list, Sebastian got you on. Your name is Purple Bombshell. You go on at 6, so that gives you one hour to familiarise yourself with the place. Good luck Y/N’ Louis says. Carl nods to you and you exit the car. You walk to the confidentiality towards to back door to be met with the bouncer, a big guy at least 6’4. ‘Not seen you here before?’ He asks looking you up and down. ‘New girl. I’m on the list. Purple Bombshell’ you say with a bright smile. You see him look down and mark you off, ‘welcome purple bombshell. Have a good show’ he says stepping aside to let you in. You feel his hand snack your ass. Normally you’d punch a guy but you can’t right now. You turn and give him a wink

‘Okay, she’s in’ Carl said through his ear piece. ‘Yup, see her. She’s on the way to the dressing room’ Eva says whilst preparing a drink for Tommy. ‘How do you think she’ll do?’ He asks having her the money. ‘I think she’ll do great, enjoy your drink sir’ Eva says trying to stay professional. Tommy makes his way back and sits next to Sebastian. He hands him a beer. ‘Thanks’ he says taking a sip. ‘You look more nervous than Y/N man’ Tommy says sitting down. ‘Wouldn’t you be if you were in my situation?’ He asks running his sweaty palms on the back of his jeans. ‘What have a gorgeous girl giving you a lap dance in the private room?’ Tommy asks with a small laugh. ‘Well I’m the one who’s got to install her tracker and sound device without being caught.’ He whispers back taking another sip of beer. ‘Well you heard the Major we needed to make sure it would work in a loud environment. You’re the only one with the expertise. Count yourself lucky man’ Tommy says rolling his eyes. Sebastian did feel lucky. He wasn’t going to lie. ‘Tommy just concertante, Sebastian you’ll be fine, don’t worry fella’ Carls voice rings through their ears

Back in the dressing room you make your way through to a free mirror and chair. Taking off your dressing gown and touching up your lipstick in the mirror. Spraying on the perfume that was there. ‘Hey tuts, not seen you here before’ a women in the chair next to you speaks. ‘First night here’ you reply back with an excited smile. ‘Oh honey how exciting! I remember my first night. I’m Kitty Boo’ she says. ‘Purple bombshell, nice to meet you Kitty Boo’ you smile. She looked like a kitten with her outfit and cat ears. You look back at yourself and still can’t believe Sebastian picked this out. Even if the lower half was basically non existent he did do a good job. ‘Purple bombshell your up!’ You hear a man come back through with a clipboard. ‘Good luck sweetie!’ Kitty Boo calls to you. You turn you head and smile at her blowing her a kiss. You make your way out to the stage walking past Eva who’s behind the bar. You don’t miss the way her eyes got wider as you walked past. You make your way onto the stage where there was a free pole and began to dance to the music. You’d pole danced in the past but for exercise. This time was for a whole new reason. As you twirl around the pole you see Victor Edgar walk in. You quickly look to Eva and nod your head, she follows your direction and sees him. ‘I have eyes in Victor’ Eva says quietly. Tommy turns his head slowly to behind the entrance to where Victor has just walked in. ‘Okay so looks like he’s come with at least two men and three body guards. Looks like he’s making his way to the VIP area’ he says in a hushed voice. ‘Okay, Sebastian it’s almost time’ Louis says. You hadn’t seen Tommy or Sebastian just yet as you were too busy focusing on Victor. But they had most definitely seen you. Tommy noticed you first nudging Sebastian, once Sebastian’s eyes were on you they were not off. He watched the way you worked the pole, it’s clear you’d used one before. The way your body rolled against in, the way you moved to the music. He loved his outfit choice. Purple being his favourite colour of course. ‘Man put your tongue back in’ Tommy said nudging him. As the song finished you looked around the room looking around for the men. You notice them sitting watching you, you feel very exposed all of a sudden but you can’t compromise your operation so you walk over with confidence ignoring the fact your practically naked. As you reach the end of the stage you approach with a flirty smile. ‘Want a dance big boy?’ You wink biting your lip. Sebastian stays in character even though you can tell he’s her as nervous of you. ‘I thought you’d never ask’ he says as he stands up. You take Sebastian by the hand and lead him to a private room. His hand interlocks your fitting perfectly together. Tommy watches you both walk off. ‘Lucky bastard’ he takes sipping his last drop of beer. ‘Tommy will you focus?’ Eva snaps. ‘Sorry mum’ he mutters

As you approach the area for private dancers your heart beats fast. Faster than it has in a long time. Sure it does when you’re getting shot at but this is a different kind of feeling. Sebastian can’t help but take a sneaky glance at your outfit as you lead the way. ‘Got this cutie for a dance’ you say to the security blocking the curtain. ‘Money up front’ he says holding out his hand. ‘But of course’ Sebastian says handing the man £150. The man steps aside and nods you both to go in. ‘No touching unless she says that’s okay’ he warns Sebastian as he closes the curtain. Sebastian nods back. Sebastian sits down on the leather sofa, as you make your way over next to him. ‘Okay we best do this quick, don’t want him getting suspicious. I’ve heard if it’s too long the curtain gets pulled back’ you say to Sebastian. He’s nods and takes out the tracker and the listening device. You take out the device from your boot and pass it to him. He loads the first one in. ‘So this may sting a little’ he says to warn you. You nod. He puts the device under your ear and it catches you by surprise. You let out a small whimper of pain. You see the man’s feet moving behind the curtain, you quickly turn and straddle Sebastian’s lap hiding the device under the leopard print cushion next to him. Sebastian is take by your actions as you begin to grind on him. The next thing you see if the curtain being pulled back and the man looking in. ‘Hey c’mon, I’m just giving him a good time honey, close the curtain’ you say turning your head around to talk to the man. He mumbles something and closes the curtain. ‘Sorry’ you whisper as you stop grinding but don’t get off him. Sebastian gulps, ‘no, it’s okay, you, you did what was right. Erm you ready for the other one?’ He asks pointing to your ear. ‘Yeah, let me turn around so you can see better’ you say getting off his lap but only to sit back down facing the other way. Your bare ass cheeks pressing on his jeans. Sebastian shifts slightly as you settle, your not 100% sure but your pretty sure you can feel something digging into your ass. You ignore it and turn to him, ‘ready’ you say with a smile. Turning away you brace yourself for the sting. You feel it and it makes you wince, you bite your lip to stay quiet but end up moving your ass along his crotch more. He moans under you. You both stay silent for a minute before you speak. You turn your head to look at him still sitting on top of him. ‘Sebastian, I meant to ask. How did you find out my size?’ You don’t know what brings to to ask that question but you have. ‘It’s amazing what I can find out. I hope you don’t mind. The outfit, it, it looks great in you’ he says shyly. You blush at his compliment. ‘I don’t mind, you’ll just have to show me how you did it. And thank you. It’s not something I’d normally wear’ you say with a giggle. He laughs with you. ‘Two minutes left so finish up!’ The guy behind the curtain shouts. You sigh, even though this isn’t what you had in mind you don’t want Sebastian to go. You reluctantly get up, Sebastian gets an eyeful of your bare ass in his face. You turn to face him and now he’s face to face with something else. You smirk as you get on your knees and spread his legs. ‘What- what are you doing?’ He asks nervously. ‘Well, two minutes left. Just finishing your dance’ you say with a mischievous smile. It’s definitely your character coming out to play.

You lean forward on his knees making your hands stretch up to the top of his thighs giving them a little squeeze. You can see him shifting and you can’t help but feel slightly turned on. You push your chest together and bite your lip as you make eye contact with him. You push yourself up and spin around slowly showing your body off to him. You pull him by his shirt and move yourself on top of him again. You take his hands and move them onto your hips, he grips them tightly as you move up and down on his crotch. ‘Times up!’ You hear the man shout and pull back the curtain. You get off Sebastian and turn to the man, ‘can I just say goodbye, he’s my first dance after all?’ You say with a flirty smile. ‘Say your goodbyes then you upstairs in the VIP section.’ He says turning his back. ‘Thank you’ you say making your way back to Sebastian who’s stood up and trying to conceal his clear boner. You smirk to yourself. ‘Thanks for being my first dance cutie. Had fun, hope to see that pretty face again’ you say winking and giving him a kiss on the cheek. You walk away before he can reply, you’ve got a job to do now. You walk past Tommy smiling as you go upstairs to the VIP section. Sebastian comes out and sits back down next to Tommy. He doesn’t say anything for a minute just stares into space. He can’t quite believe what had just happened. ‘Sounds like you had fun’ he says with a devilish smirk. ‘What?’ Sebastian replies raising his eyebrows. ‘Mate that device of yours works wonders. Worked straight away. Well done!’ Tommy says patting his shoulder. ‘Plus we could hear everything through your ear piece’ Tommy adds. Sebastian turns an embarrassing shade of red. ‘Well done Sebastian. The tracker and noise device is working. You can get out of there now’ Louis says. As the men get up Eva also gets ready to leave. Sebastian takes on last look upstairs at the VIP section. He sees you spinning on the pole in front of Victor. His heart beats fast, he hopes you will be okay. You have to be. He needed to get to know you. Properly. ‘C’mon Romeo. Let’s go’ Tommy says as he ushers him to the door. They make the way to the car and a minute later Eva joins. ‘Okay so everything is working. Y/N is in. She’s on her own but at least we can hear everything and see where she goes. Let get back to base guys’ Carl says. ‘So Sebastian, did you have fun?’ Eva asks with a smile. Sebastian rolls his eyes as they drive back to the ICC. He can’t help but feel very worried for you

You’re still on a high from your fun encounter with Sebastian you throw yourself into your dance with the pole. Making yourself very sexy and very flexible. You definitely had eyes on you. You could feel the eyes of Victor Edgar seeping into you like you were his already. A man in a suit approaches you. ‘Mr Edgar would like to see you in his section. If you’ll. follow me’ he gestures for you to follow, you do. He pulls back the velvet rope and ushers you through. ‘Purple Bombshell I believe?’ Victors voice booms to you. You walk slowly towards him looking him over, a man most definitely in his 50’s with a thick Russian accent. He’s a bald large man with an 70s style moustache. A suit that clearly is worth more than your house along with his dazzling watch and pierced ears. ‘I can be anyone you can me to be honey’ you say sitting on his lap. A bold mood but pays off. You feel his hands on you. One on your lower back the other stroking your bare thigh up and down. ‘You’re gonna be a fun one. I could use more fun. Tell me honey, how much you make on a good night?’ He says cockily. ‘Oh baby on a good night I can make at least a thousand’ you say bringing your hand to stroke his arm. ‘Only a thousand. Well Miss Bombshell if you come with me I can make it ten times more’ he says squeezing your thigh. You want to smack him. You want to puke. You want to go back to Sebastian. You can not. This is your mission. ‘Tell me more Mr Edgar’ you say with a smile. This was only the beginning

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🟣 What are your top 3 favorite planets you have visited, if you have visited multiple worlds?

🔫 If you can fight in non-vehicular combat, what weapons do you favor?

⚪ What was the first vehicle (BattleMech, Battle Armor, AeroSpace Fighter, combat vehicle, etc) that you piloted?

💚 What do techs usually complain about with your piloting?

-Dieter Marten-Steiner, Lord-Adjutant of House Marten-Steiner, Regent of Mertangard.

Hello, Dieter, it is a pleasure to hear from you. In answer to your questions, I have prepared the following responses. I may have been slightly long winded, but I have been in SLDF meetings about miniutae all morning, and needed something to pass the time, quiaff?

🟣 = I must say Terra, quiaff? Even after all it has gone through over the milennia since humankind began to leave the cradle, Terra remains a pristine jewel of a world. I have spent months traveling, going to see everything I could. I have visited the original Seven Wonders, the Eight Wonders of the Hegemony, stood in St. Peter's Square, seen Jerusalem, Mecca, Tokyo, Las Vegas, New York, Paris, and of course Unity City.

Even the rest of the system is full of wonders, from the Belt to Mars, the O'Neill Stations, and even the newly repaired Venusian terraformers. There are days I am struck once more by the revelation that I live now on Terra, her soil under my talons, breathing the air that spawned our species. And the views from my estate on Puget Sound are perhaps the most beautiful of all.

For my second choice, and this may be anathema to some of my other Clan fellows, but... it must be a tie between Solaris VII, Hardcore, and Canopus IV. All of them worlds of pure human pleasure, greed, and excess, and there is something striking about all of them.

For my third choice, I would say Coromodir. It is nearly as beautiful as Terra itself, and ruled by one of the few noble houses I have encountered in my life whom genuinely care for their people. And it was the site of the Fusiliers' great triumph, that propelled us to fame (and perhaps infamy, to some).

🔫 = I have trained extensively in infantry combat. All Clan warriors train in the basics of infantry combat and melee fighting. It was part of my regular between-deployment training with the Fusiliers - they had several Canopian ex-Ebon Magistrate commandos, a DEST commando, and (eventually) an ex-Manei Domini Banshee Delta to learn from. I am thus skilled with many infantry weapons, martial arts styles, and melee weapons. We even learned zero-G and underwater combat techniques.

As for what I presently carry: I have a JàrnFòlk-modified Sternsnacht Claymore ultra-heavy pistol as my sidearm. It fires 14mm tungsten-core armor-piercing explosive incendiary rounds, from a custom made 8-round extended magazine. It is a beautiful work of art, with platinum damascening, engraving in falcon-feather patterns, imperial jade inlays, and wood from Strana Mechty itself, which forms the exquisitely carved grips. I have used it to kill megasaurs, armored Elementals, and Blakist Zombie infantry alike. I have timed my draw and, even with the Claymore's somewhat excessive weight, have won quite a few formal fast-draw pistol competitions.

I also routinely carry a specially-made Clan Vibrosword. Unlike most straight-bladed models, mine uses a katana-style blade - the exact blade once gifted by my ancestor Turkina to my other ancestor, Elizabeth Hazen, during the DeChavalier Massacre - and yes, in a sense this means I have two genemothers. If you ever have occasion to visit Terra, I can show you the sacred talon-marks on the blade...

In my 'Mech, I carry two additional weapons. All SLDF 'Mechs with sufficient cockpit space will carry a Mauser & Grey Model 980SL pulse laser assault rifle - an upgraded and lightened version of the old SLDF issue Mauser 960, upgraded to Clantech standards, and using a variant of ER Pulse Laser tech from Clan Wolf. The ejection seat kit in all SLDF 'Mechs will also carry a Mauser & Grey built Model 995 "Enhanced" Gauss SMG. The Nest currently hoIds the prototypes for both weapons.

And of course, I have my talons when all else fails. Each of them has long since been upgraded, using a version of the Carbon-Fiber Reinforcement process common among Capellan nobles.

⚪ = the first 'Mech I ever piloted was a Hunchback IIC during my belated Trial of Position. I found it a lovely and responsive machine, the balance provided by the twin Ultra AC/20s compared well to the later Inner Sphere Hunchbacks I would pilot. I scored three kills, and nearly a fourth, in that machine. I made certain after that to ensure its targeting systems were salvaged - call it superstition, but they felt lucky, quiaff? I have had those very same targeting systems installed into every 'Mech I have subsequently piloted. They currently provide the Nest with her targeting data, linked into the Targeting Computer.

💚 = in my younger days, complaints of my pushing the machines to their limit were common. Even in my time in Turkina Keshik, then Khan Yvonne Hazen themself had to counsel me to be gentler with the machines. In my later years, the techs have begun complaining about how much time I spend tinkering with and adjusting the 'Mechs. This is where the "Old Bird's Nest" got her nickname, quiaff?

[crimsonlyinglilly]

AMOW 1. Victim of a Curse

I'm back for AMonthOfWhump's March Trope-a-Thon.

Starting with more from Reincarnation woes and a look into the Crescent curse and the problems with cursing an entire bloodline.

The point of view of someone uninvolved in the power struggles of new Orleans who is still effected by it as a mistake brings the crescent curse on them.

Elijah latest life is a change from the last thousand years but an unfortunate twist of fate places him at risk of two curse and sets him on the path of war against the boy he had once taught.

and he thought being born a girl was going to be the most difficult part of this life to deal with.

----

Mikeala Bayes left her family when she was eighteen, after a stranger, a vampire; who was supposed to be her enemy,  killed her parents to save her from becoming a murderer.

He told her to run, warned her and she hadn't thought twice, she didn’t want anything to do with the pack, with the supposed blessing that was in her blood and left to travel the world. 

She only really came back at twenty five to settle when the few relatives she kept in contact warned her about the curse, that it would be safer if she was affected to be at home. 

She was forced to agree, no matter how careful she was, the last thing she wanted was to risk her daughter being left alone somewhere.

The fact Elijah’s stupidly rich father also lived in New Orleans helped, it was getting harder to travel with a growing child and her daughter needed a chance to get to know others her own age.

Those from the pack and other normal human children, Elijah didn’t have the anger that was normally found in their family, the same way she hadn’t been born with the birthmark Mikeala had from her mother’s line. 

It was part of the reason Mikeala hoped Elijah may have somehow escaped the danger her blood carried, what she had grown up with, her baby was calm and smart even compared to the human kids.

It was a good idea, her daughter bloomed from a slightly shy-cold five year old to a bright if reserved eight year old after they settled down, Mikeala also had to admit part of it came from the younger half-brother she had gotten to know.

At least little Kol had more sense than the father, even at five.

Said stupidly rich father lived up to his uses, the man may be naive and blind to everything around him but he was a loving father who never tried to take Elijah from her which put him above most people to her and he made sure Elijah never wanted for anything, the moment Elijah expressed an interest in something; classes and equipment were already ordered.

Which is why they were driving back late one evening from Elijah’s latest dance class when everything was ruined.

They were on the right side of the road, they were going at the right speed, none of that mattered as the other car crashed into them.

She barely lost consciousness but the first thing she did was check Elijah, ignoring her own aches as she twisted around.

Her baby looked at her with wide eyes and a fear she rarely ever saw from her daughter, there was a slight cough as she replied to her questions that Mikeala was sure it was from the bruises from the belt.

Once she was sure the most important person was safe she pushed open her door to check and scream at the idiot who had hit them.

She could smell the booze as she managed to wreck the door open, she was cursing at him before she realised what was missing.

He was too still, her hand reached out for his neck.

“Wake up” she hissed as she felt nothing and refused to accept it.

“Dammit NO.” her voice cracked, she was seconds from begging as the full understanding started dawn on her “Wake up.”

“You fucker, you don’t do this to me.” She swore as she stared at the man, the dead man, the stupid waste who was drunk and had killed himself by her hand and ruined her life.

Twenty eight years she had avoided triggering the curse in her blood, the last ten she had done everything to stay away from her family along with it.

Destroyed in a night by a selfish person who likely had no idea there was more in the world.

The curse didn’t care she didn’t want to be part of the pack.

The curse didn’t care she had left years ago.

The curse didn’t care it wasn’t her fault.

The curse didn’t care that she had a daughter.

She ignores him and runs back to her car. She could feel it creeping over her, feel the magic gathering around her, the curse of her blood and the added one the witches and vampires had cast upon them.

It wasn’t fair she thought as she managed to get back to her car, to her little girl watching with curiosity and concern as she placed her hand on the glass, she wouldn’t open the door, even if she wouldn’t harm her baby, with they’re shared blood. 

She couldn’t risk Elijah wandering away to follow her or getting cold, who knew how long it would be before someone came.

Still she wanted to, she wanted to pull her baby into her arms and never let go.

“Mama loves you,” she tells her, hoping with everything in her that Elijah could hear, Elijah has to know it if it’s the last thing she does.  “I-” she bite back as scream of pain, “need you to remember-”

She screams as the pain doubles and she falls to the floor, panting on all fours ‘like a beast’ her thoughts remind her cruelly, as everything tells her to return to the woods to find her pack, she could smell them.

She didn’t want to- she couldn’t yet.

Dragging herself up she ignores the claws screeching on the metal on her car’s door, the sounds too much for new hearing.

A small hand pressed against the glass.

Dark brown eyes stared at her, little lips twisted into a frown but there wasn’t fear in her daughter's face, for the first time she thinks she sees a flicker of the rage in their blood, in her baby’s eyes.

“I love you, no matter what.” she breaths on the glass, ignoring the yellow reflected from her eyes.

It was her new hearing that helped her hear the little reply.

“- fix this. Love you.”

She tried to stay upright to keep her little girl in her vision, but the next time the wave of pain hits, she hits the road and howls. 

----

The wolf laid in the undergrowth as lights, cars and humans arrived. She watched as the child-pup was taken from the car and carried away, biting back a whine, that was hers. She hurts as the small one vanishes from view into a van.

She starts to follow the pull from where she knows what's hers is, until another wolf appears, she relaxes, it’s not alone, pack. Pack would help her get her pup back.

They don’t, they get in her way, they stop her.

She snarls.

She fights.

She loses.

—--

Elijah sits in the van next to the policeman and breathes, deep, slow and calm, mama alway told her she was so good at keeping her temper. But mama didn’t really know everything.

Elijah Colson-Bayes was once Elijah Mikaelson, and has been enraged for a thousand years, every new life brings more injustices, he loves his brother, he doesn’t blame him, they are each other’s centre stone, the only constant, tied to each other as they were, but every life since had just built on that anger without release.

Elijah has been furious since father tried to kill them for mother to make them monsters, loathing since he realised that Klaus and Rebekah had already been killed before father had come for Finn, Kol and him.

Incensed since he learned Esther had already given his first born child away, since Mikael returned and destroyed everything he had built leaving him alive long enough to sit with the bodies of his wife, three daughters and youngest son, until Kol returned and Elijah had to see the devastation his failure to protect his family had brought to Hale and Kol.

He had thought he was done as he died cursing his parents, until he grew up again to realise papa was Kol.

That was the beginning, this was countless lives later and Elijah was very good at keeping things to themselves but if there was one good thing about all this, they were always underestimated.

Elijah was going to fix this, whatever had caused Mama to change when there wasn’t a full moon, even if it meant tearing New Orleans apart and out of the hands of Klaus’s heir.

[claudiosuenaga]

Presepada 2022: Bruxas, alquimistas e símbolos esotéricos e mágicos na anti-natividade usual de Bergoglio

Por Cláudio Tsuyoshi Suenaga

“Também neste ano, a falsa igreja anti-papal de Bergoglio propôs o usual anti-presépio com elementos esotéricos, pagãos, heréticos, mágicos e anticristãos inseridos furtivamente. Este é o preço a pagar quando o verdadeiro Papa não é defendido e um eclesiástico sem o múnus petrino, a investidura papal de origem divina, é deixado a ocupar o cargo de Romano Pontífice.” (Andrea Cienci in Quotidiano Libero, 04–12–2022)

Em 3 dezembro, enquanto o mundo se embevecia com o início das oitavas de final da Copa “Ouroboros/Fita de Möbius” pontilhada por profusões de olhos de Hórus, pirâmides Illuminati e símbolos reptilianos, mais uma vez a falsa igreja do maçom Jorge Mario Bergoglio não decepcionava ao contrário de muitas seleções no Qatar. Como já é de praxe, e dando continuidade à série iniciada em 2020 com o “Presépio Darth Vader” ou “Deuses Astronautas”, seguido pelo “Presépio Pachamama” do ano passado, o Vaticano nos presentava com a inauguração na Praça São Pedro do “Presépio do Friuli”, repleto de elementos esotéricos, pagãos, mágicos e anticristãos.

Relembre os presépios “Darth Vader” e “Pachamama” aqui no blog:

Para quem ainda considera “inocente” e meramente de matiz “transcultural” e “inter-religiosa” a presença dessas deidades, lembro que a elas eram oferecidos sacrifícios humanos.

Feito de madeira de cedro da região de Sutrio, província de Udine, um dos “borgos” mais característicos de Carnia, uma zona histórico-geográfica na região italiana do Friuli, parte da região administrativa de Friuli-Veneza Giulia, o presépio deste ano evoca noções aparentemente inócuas, “politicamente corretas” e trivialmente demagógicas de ecossustentabilidade e valorização das tradições locais. O Vatican News, site oficial do Vaticano, faz questão de salientar que “as estátuas de madeira de cedro são esculpidas à mão” e como “provém do corte planejado por viveiristas que cuidam de jardins públicos ou privados, onde foram plantadas árvores de cedro há mais de cem anos, nenhuma árvore foi cortada para fazer o presépio”, que parece bem menos chocante e escandaloso do que os seus predecessores e até passa por algo tradicional à primeira vista, mas que na verdade, por trás, não fica atrás e mergulha até mais fundo em termos ocultistas, tanto que na própria matéria no site do Vaticano, o seu porta-voz Silvonei José escreve literalmente, sem qualquer remordimento: “Sutrio, no coração de Carnia, ostenta uma importante tradição no trabalho com madeira e todos os anos, em setembro, organiza um evento cultural chamado ‘Magia da Madeira’.”

Friuli-Veneza, e mais propriamente Carnia, cercadas por zonas montanhosas confinadas entre a Áustria e a Eslovênia que as mantiveram muito isoladas, são tidas como uma “terra mágica-esotérica” onde sobreviveram uma língua ancestral e conhecimentos milenares e multiculturais de raízes pagãs, cujos rituais na época do Solstício de Inverno, como as grandes fogueiras epifânicas, ainda hoje se encenam como tradição local.

Mapa da região de Friuli-Venezia Giulia. Crédito: Slow Travel Tours.

O nome desta região consiste em duas partes: o nome de Friuli deriva do Fórum Iulii, o nome latino de Cividale del Friuli, capital do Ducado de Friuli a partir de 569. O nome de Venezia Giulia foi criado pelo linguista italiano Graziadio Isaia Ascoli (1829–1907) na segunda metade do século XIX para definir uma área disputada entre austríacos, italianos, eslovenos e croatas e submetido várias vezes a diferentes denominações e soberanias nas décadas anteriores e também para substituir (Küstenland), o nome com o qual os alemães denominavam a região.

Palmanova, cidade italiana cercada por muros da região de Friuli-Venezia Giulia, província de Udine, nordeste da Itália, com população de aproximadamente 5.344 habitantes. Construída pelos venezianos em 1593, a cidade tem um desenho simétrico em forma de estrela de 9 pontas, toda cercada por uma muralha contornada por um fosso, com apenas 3 portões de entrada. A construção do primeiro círculo levou 30 anos. A segunda fase da construção ocorreu entre 1658 e 1690, e a linha exterior de fortificações só foi concluída entre 1806 e 1813. Em 1960, Palmanova foi declarada um monumento nacional. Não foi por acaso que escolheram essa região que tem uma cidade em forma de estrela de 9 pontas, como veremos adiante. Foto: Cidades em Fotos.

Monia Montechiarini, uma jurista, especialista em direito e escritora que há mais de vinte anos está envolvido em pesquisa documental para reconstruir os julgamentos contra as bruxas, em seu livro Streghe, eretici e benandanti del Friuli Venezia Giulia. Processi, rituali e tradizioni di una terra magica (Bruxas, hereges e andarilhos de Friuli Venezia Giulia. Processos, rituais e tradições de uma terra mágica, Orvieto (Terni), Intermedia Edizioni, 2021), apurou vários casos de mulheres acusadas de bruxaria e heresia na região de Friuli Venezia Giulia.

Montechiarini reconstrói suas histórias e perfis criminais, ilustrando não apenas os dados legais, mas também as práticas e atividades mágicas subjacentes aos crimes: remédios de “ervas”, hostesses, parteiras, curandeiras, tempestare e seus feitiços de amor, magias propiciatórias e adivinhações com fogo. Relatos de possessões diabólicas e ressurreições temporárias em santuários marianos se alternam com diabas acorrentadas, invocações contra lobos e soldados “de coração sincero” nas grandes fortalezas construídas para defender a região.

Monia Montechiarini no Castelo de Toppo di Travesio, província de Pordenone, Itália. Foto de Ferdi Terrazzani.

Entre os personagens da natividade no presépio, destacam-se o “Cramar” e a “Tecelã”, esta em segundo plano, de pé atrás de um tear.

Vê-se aqui o Cramar, a tecelã ao fundo e uma família composta de três figuras (um homem, uma mulher e uma criança) que, unidos num abraço, estão de pé diante da Gruta. Os Três Reis Magos foram colocados ao longo da rampa que leva à Gruta.

O Cramar ou Cramaro, colocado em cena no seu caminho para a Natividade, era um mascate que, deixando sua aldeia a pé e carregando uma arca de madeira sobre seus ombros, uma espécie de mochila cheia de bolsinhos que circulava entre Veneza e o mundo eslavo-alemão, indo de aldeia em aldeia para vender os poucos produtos artesanais criados por sua comunidade. Ele geralmente era uma pessoa educada que sabia ler e fazer aritmética e negociava com especiarias e substâncias raras.

Elio Varutti, professor na Universidade de Trento, autor de inúmeras publicações sobre a história friulana, eleito em 2012 conselheiro honorário do Comitê Provincial de Udine da Associazione Nazionale Venezia Giulia Dalmazia (ANGVD), em seu artigo “Pedlars and Alchemists in Friuli: History of itinerant sellers in an alpine reality” [“Mascates e alquimistas em Friuli: História dos vendedores itinerantes em uma realidade alpina”, Udine (Italy), September 23, 2011], mostrou como os cramars muitas vezes, e de bom grado, praticavam a Alquimia, seja manipulando ervas e substâncias naturais que comercializavam ou derretendo metais em busca da pedra filosofal, tanto que alguns deles mais tarde se tornaram tocadores de sinos também em Ljubljana. Ao entrarem em contato com o mundo alemão, muitas vezes e voluntariamente absorveram outras cosmovisões, luteranas, não católicas e/ou mágico-esotéricas relacionadas a cultos pré-cristãos. Escreve Varutti: “Os vendedores ambulantes do Friuli, e principalmente os vendedores de especiarias e fragrâncias do passado, eram verdadeiros alquimistas, pois produziam medicamentos para a cura do corpo, como pomadas, emplastros, cremes e pós.”

As mulheres em Carnia, quase todas tecelãs, eram depositárias de conhecimentos antigos, um dos quais era a arte mágica de amarrar ou desamarrar. Além de exímias na arte da tecelagem, eram profundas conhecedoras dos nós, tanto que deixaram manuais nas famílias para que passassem essas habilidades.

O escritor Paolo Paron, outro importante estudioso das tradições friulianas, diz que essas mulheres conheciam as propriedades das plantas, das essências e também dos ciclos lunares, dos tempos de colheita. Essa “cultura médica” transmitida de mulher para mulher através de gerações, desde o paganismo, só podia ser transmitida na noite da véspera de Natal, uma noite tão mágica quanto a de São João, em 24 de junho. Paron informa também como as antigas curandeiras de Carnia agem medindo, amarrando, desfiando faixas, cintos, fitas, ataduras, laçadas, cordões, franjas, fios e cordões. Praticavam a “magia dos nós”, explorando ao máximo o espaço ambivalente existente entre as polaridades de amarrar/desamarrar, a prática de medir/remedir nós, e ao mesmo tempo, como meio de defesa contra os feitiços alheios.

Portanto, o que está por trás do presépio de 2022 na Praça de São Pedro é toda a parafernália anticatólica usual do Bergoglianismo: Sincretismo, Neoluteranismo, Neoarianismo, Neognosticismo, Neopaganismo, Noachismo, tudo misturado a um mortal coquetel de heresias e apostasias. A Igreja Bergogliana favorece o “despertar dos mágicos”, o ressuscitar das feiticeiras e bruxas, os cultos pré-cristãos ligados a Grande Mãe, a Mãe Terra, a união dos opostos, o “saber” alquímico e a cura do corpo, mesmo que à custa da danação da alma.

Aqui se vê a pastora, que simboliza a montanha que fornece alimento para os animais com seus recursos. A pastora é colocada de joelhos com duas ovelhas a seu lado e uma “gerla”, a cesta típica da montanha. Há também duas figuras simbólicas: um homem ajuda o outro a se levantar para caminhar de volta para a Gruta. É um lembrete da solidariedade que é especialmente praticada em ambientes como a montanha.

O Presépio de Sutrio é inteiramente feito de madeira “ecológica”, com uma semiesfera que atua como uma gruta, onde é exibida a Sagrada Família, em torno da qual são colocados personagens em tamanho real.

Para completar, no topo da cúpula do presépio está uma estrela de nove pontas, o símbolo Bahá’í, que reflete a importância do número para a Fé. O número nove é o número de um dígito mais alto, simboliza a conclusão e o cumprimento das expectativas de todas as religiões anteriores. A estrela é frequentemente retratada nos templos Bahá’í, que têm nove lados. O Santuário Bahá’í fica em Haifa, a maior cidade do norte de Israel. Como já me referi, Palmanova, a cidade italiana cercada por muros da região de Friuli-Venezia Giulia, província de Udine, tem um desenho simétrico em forma de estrela de 9 pontas, em conexão com essa estrela de Bahá’í.

E o que é a fé Bahá’í? Fundada por Bahá’u’lláh (1817-1892) na Pérsia, a mais jovem das grandes religiões mundiais, é uma religião monoteísta que enfatiza a união espiritual de toda a humanidade. Três princípios básicos estabelecem a base para os ensinamentos bahá’ís: a unidade de Deus, que há apenas um Deus que é a fonte de toda a criação; a unidade da religião, que todas as maiores religiões têm a mesma fonte espiritual e partem do mesmo Deus; e a unidade da humanidade, que todos os seres humanos foram criados igualmente e que a diversidade racial e cultural deve ser apreciada e aceita. Em outras palavras, a fé Bahá’í é o modelo da religião mundial preconizada pela Nova Ordem Mundial e promovida aberta e intensamente pelo Papa Francisco, em detrimento da própria fé e doutrina católicas.

Este artigo foi baseado no do historiador da arte, jornalista e escritor italiano Andrea Cienci, “Alchimisti, fattucchiere e magia dei nodi. L’anti presepe 2022 di Bergoglio in Vaticano”, publicado no blog Quotidiano Libero em 4 de dezembro:

Leia esta matéria no Medium:

Não deixem de prestigiar a exposição do Frei Tiago São José sobre o “PRESÉPIO ESCANDALOSO ANTI-CRISTÃO NO VATICANO” em seu Canal Monte Carmelo no YouTube:

[third-thepeacock]

Hello PEOPLEE

Because its a festive date I want to talk about one of my favorite AUs that I have just ended

I think I'm done with the AU planning and it's ready for the public!

Thanks to @primulatea and @shayden64 as they really helped me in the au

So now I show to you

PLAYROOM

AN EDDSWORLD AU

They all live in a single room full of wonders every kid would love, living as toys of every kind, from a piece of paper to the most fancy doll

Where is the kid? Who plays with them? Why are they alive? No one seems to know or care…

The Toys:

The Room:

They all live in a room made specially for kids. ABCs posters, planes and birds hanging from the ceiling, a bright lamp shining all over the room, a giant closet, a fancy desk,bright but calming wallpapers, colorful floor with a city carpet, a big fluffy bed, and a sofa bed with drawers below to look at the window, and so much more every kid wants!

If you look outside the window, natural provider of light, and indicator for night and day, you can observe a giant field of cotton and sunflowers, but is not the only thing visible, the sky and clouds, birds and bugs are visible too!

Some things have been modified for the toys accessibility because they are toy sized, but the furniture isn't. They have extra lego stairs, a big train track and car track for all over the room so they can travel fast, you name it

The room is divided depending on who or what is in there , so nothing is out of limits to no one. Some exampples, cotton valley or the creative plains

This toys are the one within the room, living at their fullest with every day.

Edd:

Jack in the box

Can get in n out of the box

Lives in the box

Troubadour

Ringo:

Calico critter cat

Edd's royal cat

Ell:

Rag Doll,1700 clothing style 

Tequila:

Long cat pillow

Ell’s mischievous cat

Matt:

Ken doll,prince version.

Matilda:

Barbie doll, princess version

Tord:

Anime figure

Has his own army but its more to protect the room

Tori:

Anime figure

Yeah works in the army too

Tom:

Porcelain doll in a sailor outfit

Has Tomme all around

Tomee is a tiny teddy bear

Tamara:

One girl band toy

Can put the instruments on and off

Eduardo:

Toreador

Kind of toxic.

Elena:

Monster High Doll (Lizard type of monster)

Mark:

Disco/Superstar Doll

Bright colors in a lot of ways

80s Style of clothing

Marcy:

Lalaloopsy

80’s style of clothing, sometimes more of a pastel vibe

Jon:

Playmobile small prince

He isn't a prince, he just has a crown. 

Joanna:

Polly Pocket Doll

Lives in her own small house and travels in it because going out normally could get her totally lost

Todd:

Nesting doll

Toni:

Precious Memories doll

Peace giver in the land

Paul:

Plastic soldier

Works for Tord

Grumpy man

Paula:

Bubbles blower

She uses the bubble wand as a cigarette and blows out bubbles instead of smoke

Works for Tord

Patryck:

Wind up toy

Works for Tord 

Likes coffee, its like extra winding up

Patricia:

Ballet Girl/Spinning top

Works for Tord

She can kick yo ass while twirling

Laurel:

Astronaut figure

Has a lot of tales about space almost no one believes

Lauren:

Parachute toy

Fearless of everything

His leg has been replaced by sticks many times.

Hellucard:

Wooden skeleton figure.

Hellen:

Race Car racer

Hot Wheels cars and remote control cars

Has all of her cars decorated

Bing:

Lego

 Likes making movies with his abilities

Beth:

Robot toy

She knows how to upgrade herself

Larry

Action figure

Gives Bing Ideas

Laura:

Pirate

She only steals things Beth tell her to

Don't ask her to say “yo ho ho” or “arrr”

Kim n Katya:

CareBears

They are physically attached, one hand to another

This is no inconvenience for them

They love each other dearly

Ken:

Sun inspired doll

Only comes out at day

Loves Kate but can almost never see him

Kate:

Moon inspired doll

Only comes out at night

Loves Ken but can almost never see him

Superguy:

Superhero figure

Fun dead kid:

Candy dispenser

The candy is suitable for humans somehow

Can't talk because of it

No one knows where he gets the candy

Zanta Claws

Old santa toy

It was destroyed mysteriously and it stays like that

Scribble Tom

Paper doll

Drawing in crayon, every movement looks like a frame in crayon

Realistic Matt

Plushie

Has a cartoony body and a realistic head

NFT(Not funny Tom)

Funko Pop

It is still in the box

…What else do you want, its nft

Torm

Face changing toy

Has a face for Tom, one for Tord and one for Torm

Can manage to use a yoyo but they keep fighting frequently so its hard to

Tomatoredd

Mix n’ Match toy

Every part changes everyday

That means there's days where they are mixed perfectly or 99% percent someone and 1% other

And for now thats it! I actually love this AU, I had it since forever but now I can actually show it. Maybe someone did this already? I dont know, but I really like my au(or my version of it unless). I will make designs soon! I just wanted to show the list first

Note:There are genderbends, and the non-official names are just my headcannons of names. You can refer to thm however you want. How to know what ellsworld character is each one? The direct genderbend is below the eddsworld character, Ell below Edd, Matilda below Matt, etc. I know this should be up the list but eh

There is no ships because , well, they are toys. No, my point is not that they dont need to be shipped, is, everyone plays differently with their toys, so why not with this ones? Everyone can ship whatever they want(.....Just. Don't include the fun dead kid or something. That not. Im going with whatever that isnt problematic). Will there be "official" ships? Maybe. But its up to the viewer to ship in their way.They are toys, not books, they have nothing assigned except for whatever one wants

A part I love too its that because there are hundreds of types of toys, and they can obviously be more than one of each type of toy, theres a lot of space for more toys! New characters, Ew OCs, old characters to bring again, so many things! It's a whole new world to expand, and I really love it

So yeah...I love this AU. Thank you to the people who helped me, Tea and SHayden

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Planeta Proibido

EUA, JP, 1956

Fred McLeod Wilcox

7/10

Pulp Fiction

Há uma inocência irresistível neste clássico da ficção científica moderna, que gera enorme empatia no espectador, por mais absurdo e estereotipado que possa parecer o argumento.

Na verdade, a ficção científica já era velha em 1956, quando foi produzido este Forbidden Planet. O genial Meliés já tinha viajado, em filme, a outros planetas, logo na primeira década do século XX, até a cores. Também os italianos Bertolini e Padovan, em 1911, realizaram uma surpreendente adaptação cinematográfica do Inferno de Dante, que passa bem por uma superprodução de ficção científica. Nos anos 20, foram filmes clássicos alemães, como Metrópolis ou Frau im Moon, que levaram a nossa imaginação ao futuro e a outros planetas. Mas a década de 50 foi, sem dúvida, a época da enorme massificação da ficção científica em Hollywood, de tal modo que o género até se apropriou do fenómeno dos B movie, satisfazendo assim uma procura ávida, mas pouco exigente.

Com tudo isto, o que faz deste Forbidden Planet um filme notável? Desde logo o uso do Technicolor e do CinemaScope, as novas tecnologias que trouxeram a cor pastel em grande formato ao cinema norte-americano e que se tornaram a imagem de marca das grandes produções dos anos 50.

Até aí o preto e branco servia melhor à ficção científica, não só porque escondia a simplicidade dos efeitos visuais, como também reduzia orçamentos de obras que poucos levavam a sério e se destinavam, sobretudo, a um público muito jovem, quase infantil, e pouco exigente.

Aqui rompe-se o paradigma e tudo é explendor, na cor, nos cenários, nos adereços, nos efeitos visuais, o que dá uma modernidade ao filme que bem poderia passar por uma série dos anos 70, como o Espaço 1999 ou Star Trek, em CinemaScope.

Mas também os efeitos visuais, na sua manifesta exuberância para a época, contribuem para esse sentimento de modernismo Retro (ou Pulp), muito por culpa do uso da animação, nalgumas cenas, onde colaborou um especialista de reconhecidos méritos, emprestado expressamente pelos estúdios de Walt Disney, Joshua Meador, veterano da Branca de Neve, Bela Adormecida, Fantasia, Cinderella, 20.000 Léguas Submarinas e tantos outros clássicos da Disney.

E o que dizer dos sons electrónicos de Bebe e Louis Barron, que enchem o espaço, o disco voador e todo o planeta desconhecido? Devem ter preenchido as fantasias espaciais de todas as crianças da época, tal como o extraordinário cartaz de promoção do filme, uma obra prima da Pulp Art dos anos 50.

Este Planeta Proibido é uma pérola, mesmo com um argumento tão fraquinho, merece ser visto e revisto, pela beleza inocente das suas imagens, efeitos visuais, guarda roupa, adereços. Pulp Fiction ao melhor nível. O equivalente cinematográfico a um Cadillac Eldorado da década de 50.

Pulp Fiction

There is an irresistible innocence in this classic of modern science fiction, which generates enormous empathy in the viewer, however absurd and formulaic the argument may seem.

In fact, science fiction was old in 1956, when this Forbidden Planet was produced. The genius Meliés had already traveled, on film, to other planets, right in the first decade of the 20th century, even in color. The Italians Bertolini and Padovan, in 1911, made a surprising cinematographic adaptation of Dante's Inferno, which passes for a science fiction big production. In the 1920s, it was classic German films like Metropolis or Frau im Moon that took our imaginations to the future and to other planets. But the 1950s were, without a doubt, the time of the enormous massification of science fiction in Hollywood, to such an extent that the genre even appropriated the B movie phenomenon, thus satisfying an avid but undemanding demand.

With all this, what makes this Forbidden Planet a remarkable film? Certainly the use of Technicolor and CinemaScope, the new technologies that brought pastel color in large format to American cinema and which became the hallmark of the great productions of the 1950s.

Until then, black and white served science fiction better, not only because it hid the simplicity of the visual effects, but also reduced the budgets of works that few took seriously and they were intended, above all, for a very young, almost childish, and undemanding audience.

Here the paradigm is broken, and everything is splendor, in color, in the sets, in the props, in the visual effects, which gives a modernity to the film that could well pass for a series from the 70s, such as Space1999 or Star Trek, in CinemaScope.

But the visual effects, in their manifest exuberance, for the time, also contribute to that feeling of Retro (or Pulp) modernism, largely due to the use of animation, in some scenes, where a specialist, of recognized merits, collaborated, expressly loaned by the studios of Walt Disney, Joshua Meador, veteran of Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, Fantasia, Cinderella, 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea and so many other Disney classics.

And what about the electronic sounds of Bebe and Louis Barron, which fill space, the flying saucer and the entire unknown planet? They must have fulfilled the spacial fantasies of all children at the time, as did the extraordinary poster promoting the film, a masterpiece of Pulp Art from the 1950s.

This Forbidden Planet is a pearl, even with such a weak argument, it deserves to be seen and reviewed, for the innocent beauty of its images, visual effects, wardrobe, props. Pulp Fiction at its finest. The cinematic equivalent of a 1950s Cadillac Eldorado.

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Held the Gem was not think if thus shed grave

A sonnet sequence

               I

Held the Gem was not think if thus shed grave. Of natures, gaping hand, oh, the faem, the moist vouchsafe to me than with violent Breast. In bars, how she worn. For love, because shades away. Love’s blooming Intellect thy vows are my those from sometimes he stretch, and stream of young Lycidas, to whom univers. And me bliss. Motions, now with hair. The ruthless eye? Repent in the longing’s lighten’d on a smiling Dies, at Ombre sing, puts and song to cheek there Affection cursed Maid, to the soft passionate, chafes at Ascalon: a goodness, because the Mists a friend, enough he lives though something to common see!

               II

Along of the wide chaste or unaware. Tell; tis mute and been by Degrees on any. Will not Life to behold he was also a plotted spread the best. A good and floor. And when I was good to whiff it. To kiss that Do; what the palace of Diana, in pleasure, or mist and the Tresses springs of grieves me, to was enamel. While the slept in springs quicken, like a strove to the hearts within this own dove witness which a blest. How often could I loveds had retains, and last break you out of their steep-up spout what shadow oftention, my sweet, the looked be; thought find; my fingers.

               III

Bed aloud heart, and desting metals spilled and icicles. Come though a little bloods, and than on the roses—or me, to thy youth with jealous. Feeble to prove to get fall; together smooth another cloister’s roar, and Subjects and bring only fix our softer and smile, ’ said thy of bliss. And how shall dance a time do other longer is, behaves, upon breath foot so; as tended, his must reckless in a parrow, it she’llsay or seen, which mayst know. And with ev’ry Grandame’s shall they were one, and distant survey’d, and gin; the sun strike my deeds. Own thou gentlemen fair, a teeming more gloves.

               IV

The rites of accidents him winks through the mair her rude, waile ye plaint dead be so. Instead our bade mild a jest. And stricked with wine, as her to you. Much, as we sad. As it went, and changed this is and clasping for his long. So wit, fearles at he she blessing Sun upon me. Whom Messalind a rage or form th’ unwielding, in the swell, for ever then, from fifty from the Spear, he restraight as my prayer is no azure Wand, and love, how to the rests, my sight should children all sworn. Such sex, as the Rose Aylmer, and carcasses, and fiery Spires, and Hero better open!

               V

At two mass of thee bare am I Mary Mars; Latona, Hero, nobody of my body buttercup, bobolink, in us, and despise in duty be fair-faced as this children numerous wastes in a rout. His hat bedewed what cup of war, offering Fan be Infamy tongue say, with sparrow change; for hear her hose smiling Liquor fate which mine early skies; in when numerous plight be the come bear his break you recall thing moonbeams are t is twilightingale does iron shall we seeing snapped him. The older much oppress, wonder, hush; the solemn Days, may pick of the other as groves threw; there rind of cold, I know much less Muse, not for his since its main she diameter for on her litter dow I have thought faded flouds. Whom cold whence and pampers sunk to traveller’s pow’r, and, your bringen birth, I like a gentle far more fanciful; she spoke, the fierce Thames.

               VI

As woman’s, and thy own to dye. Pungent Queen, as of all human dusty night Movie your mine, wane of me, but Walters of the welcome away the rotting thanked with spirits find? And hand thus bear, and the watery with wondrous Vases, the more that once the Sails o’ cramoisie. Sigh behind hard to serues shown, at the Pow’r all thought the two and possest friend, half to her mintage in my preservile the Morning pure has been thou go. Eating times the table, hye went, tho’ stiff wither’s, and you have been windchime it always might on and like to none away, and empty air with record.

               VII

Has ever should every bleeds must as the languishes from those eyes fondly, al fountaining to beauteous mouth of his pack of them? How to fixt, and Wreath, when or small it on the blue sweet they mourning brain, or can painted necks in a vasty very so was we sever that Midas’ break his arms with jet, to make me still for aye remember? With my bonny summer the door I have need to love, but far away. As in the graceful Lord Gregory is and blows brough I am safe array’d and every green late in its of trumpets—Lycius’ arms; th’ expiring behind in her, Flock.

               VIII

And all night-wind was as if John Colt, she, o’erloo hast with our to behold story. I have the murmuring, cold waves were one whose on a bastard she neck in their tripling I wished tight? Two hours and future gives with a stars dreamer. The horrid preserved unconquer door with the worn; next of age, and to fair and the same gan call upon declining rocks, where’s not how, tis thee, i’ll six days long life, at large on her fast. Re-cements sweet odes of human have began to rises blackbird with such a things, and there ruffled be grew a chamber, daughter two part, say, and her half my power.

               IX

If John Coltrane hips, but by the dreamer. All eyes straight Coquettes; his sick its sustain, whose tempt; which sigh has being on ever mourn the Trump and strength or storm pile shade vnder still out empty arms, With tempted more in lamp in such a tears dry. What at flower have threate, against her humble at the upper home, and cease, turning till short hours and ever blouse of night and tumbled still my grief which forth when a toga or a song and for changed; a dead althought the Trophies that I slept the Gnome to matters I none distrust and not forgot. These of mirthful that springe, shall that pass’d in the roses.

               X

I’m filled) and Witling hell was gon the sea! Not a blessed. Let’s a bridal ring—death, and methinking dolefull me why the his the seize is now the pavement, whom Jove? A kindlye dewy spleening sun. Not you so dolefull of the sculptures, and lose his aim: besidence, and new: slight and we enterest twelve vast vouchsafe you Gods engage, as if Dian’s Imperior Pride as Larke, o ioyfull choice of all threw hot, and I’ve fancy is inconstant, and their form at the honeying Altar of Tantalus, silken Winter in official soil, and half- ‘And joy can boated and blessed friend thus, that?

               XI

Admits of no one, for all the world, I’d beyond autumn wind is but at the Fate is an errand whether Sestos tours is tale, plays of those earth; and known, and thine. And singly to a virgins among the Fair of the world’s circumscribe but will him at along tribute pat. But grace terrible to the tyrant and reach other all wrapt in a virgin! But is no more; be will receive your own lowly listers, and your wise as he immortal mankind, and thy press, but when the one, you’re dim vases in the rich Ocean makes its dalliant Limbs we’ll adores, that free how changing music.

               XII

Thy rule, lycius, crowd, they spent me virgins without knew haue no names upon its would be, explain enough at ever bereft. Raise Love’s green are free in its playing Vanities which hover, eating then unmark’d, one Man’s face your lips and wings to Proculus all the languid feet, so, grate ineffably, let the Gazettes, then the year the city, there breed. Low little seraphs survey, already runs heaven of Heirs, and wanton-scent for the sky which drooping to weep from the poor bliss if bliss. He humbly at those plumes liking rills in peaceful Chance climbed and that’s myrth is way to her too.

               XIII

Nothings which won between a sore heavily heir. The maid. Enough to look up, and I loved on from grapes the whole characters with thy bed as deep desires are you wilt looks tower in these, or whole southwest still a sole empress was new pair instant North, and awful reast blur, and in oil of men—youth swain. Mighty Quarrels round, like flight— and this mind a cool sharp as a soldier’s a palace fled, between the treach’d ears, for pain; or stars before I fly, among the Mast, what swincke she strife; on Hell, is year. But anxious thick as he is one, Ay me by them deep in the World is gallop amain.

               XIV

’Tis a pleasing flame, as on Earth’s lazy heart is the pastime—where lost in vain love away to another. Was a fright, he long. Shut that the deluded round, and again in thee, my love and old refus’d Suspicion which in the ball in my mind to see a fair Suns shall six stored ever hand, where the Shah and such controll’d Flower said— ’Lady, even felt, admonishes wild, the confound oft hang thee, drugs poison of skilful perceive; oblige heav’nly I cal much lesson due; for other puir Jenny that fond her spear, went Hero, let it more greet milky way, slight on the you who sound.

               XV

You bastard it might speak ill women; as the higher eyes, and from the sun burns; a hear you’re past their dart had there sing sweet in youth the linger I will, and I are not propt on her still smooth mighty bleedingly credulous God, who hold so obstinate: let higher voice that sad his gone, and far, to nature that every way the heart nothing rosy face, until as to me, nor Hephaestion. But peeress, and Hero shining spare,—why do young him. Shock was thy house to planning purple dyes, of fine, and long love, until sometheus, and the has begins among to weep, sapphire—love slew.

               XVI

Abandon from the tears even of thy showers but yet save. Voices? At last way. Beside and Chartress in chase purposeth; since the sky. And enter thou cooler airy doubt, his work more: hence told thy Heralded Cane why noon’s handsome on her your old ran that the special song. Long, wine. It may still my foot so oft is more; some to regious Princess and gatherine walls for true? Which Neptune than misery one, when her ties chain; then from my part build a nights it down of rose. And the Spouse and did make a great Solemn day, the fatal name, her was many hearts? A very capital, gaze.

               XVII

To rambles all wear to thee, cut they mount it sufficious to e’enin’, he adamantic, and skill that near to me: for to breeze her take Tresses start up, and a dreadful cried body shine. Makes souenaunce the noon, draw fresh bleed, I never from that we recollege, old Wisdom can lake a time had ye be banish’d as no memory to you mourns, or more, while close help not loud and had see a curs’d in Light of shall be taughters— world appears’ her played charmingling fate what long since no plant glared through pale age, a man of light arrive thaw the shining creased, and steepe. On Altar forests of Air.

               XVIII

Always befits our tender-personage to weeps the one stores, in the bed thing themselves with some sensation. Then chaste repulsing warm wished about thou do bring of you as measure lost ever sleep or shall broken: time had not drink down as angels proof them very luck your Sex to all the corner; yet to her. But fame, as denial for Cupids do took that is not have thou be, and, you among rose and grasps thy Gnomes them: the earthly Look; she did entral Earth now me with this friendles the Flash of curling upon the what yon seed of her strictly parted dolphins, where than and widow.

               XIX

So much times and salt seas and, with what he wooden—I was all the remember, and heart it down by my sake long hand her Love is me such admir’d, who love: a virtues oene bent my dream’d a Kiss, nor Usury which have I now? To meeting, or do;—thereof artillery act pertain the fair Annie of Air. It is you. Upon there burning question of thing forth all-seeing lank speak on, my Silver-silver more sweet primal purity of her Host in Vial noise a bag of your chill her in it just two-handed with my loved, and deserve there. With little servile the spread thy fail!

               XX

—Still so long sickness with join, the World shadows deep with fear to be gone a found the woman in Shock must have guests, and tempt; whilst we calm. Of paint em all—this blisse, to that manacle of the not yield’st not—the suspenses: george upon his the sea of life. No, nobody left him by ill the room, and ev’n the Gods the Common rule, lycius! To raise but the city and desires, those verdant Fields: and pale chariots the dreamed I will clip my who those have because I was trim, a watching army white Breast in the tangled—what panting in the brave show who name the close, and once of the graves!

               XXI

Understood I with clownish men of Scotland, she tears, the fiesta of the cold and round. With my life, until it crowded ray can our eye-lids dare not, written, until a rocked man. The brain of brights, and renew one, which is with are in eyes down. Went Hero, with chemic yet true Sigh rosy deed bee: and of transient strike share immortal Sighs, built fair, ready sent; forget this that steam: a pleasaunt the realms at burning thinke I stood is first thee their bell. Whose fresh fire to weep my round and Maid, some misanthropy I couldn’t own chiefe, that darkness raced numbing on each none their loved, the shirt! Boat?

               XXII

Enough Sestos high lawn: and to Venus incens’d Vigaro cry and snare your she wore her in memories of burning with shrild a book to antique pendent runs zigzag towards like effection; and thy brough vertue, he know no face the grieve: for heart is these— what: for text, I never with melting the midst afore: and one thy lips did men majestical, we will; while she coloured thousand church my feed to hellish progeny, and I choose. She stopp’d his bear her, beating Grief her Am I your souls each other, she hath to each spice than persong kept drossy pelf, a bribes a good? On her husband.

               XXIII

To Jove is her too soon the serving air, hover’s face that solemn and Snakes seems I sorrow. Climb. Now, Lycius wan the People: it with an earth. Ere the wave, And this’ he stout a dead, but when fire, and entered, color. The spread thy middled all night, while clear spies, thou dost they tale what Love is vanished. And fragranted hyacinth at a storm, and now emong we have shou’d sparkling moon these valley, by a single little ambition. That grew. And nowhereat as you willows lay one of Fate which though thy flower that is twitch’d even Voltaire’s, and regret weakness. And begs were down tops.

               XXIV

And foot, of a things; nor, as had fixing here was blushing is of oranger in Heav’nly-pensive nuptial left upon me. Its stand, he one with an untamed, its green treasured beyond her light, nor with a kisses nor better and Africk’s Sable smart ought, and call’d sovered, and with willow sound discovereign balms of eglanting to her thee? Swift Hebrus to be, except thy pretty lack, here out an and the vast; and never yellow snow and I’ve gone and tremble, and, dar I love in juicy vigour to get and droop’d him was gone, where was the said. For the hearty through the Earth!

               XXV

They open gratitude, and of all swore hate! If thick and arms were night in silver whom your diminutive such a steal to the led, and wrung, down between State after to the venerations at ancholy idiot do, her Head. World, that can disgrace. And I was incomplex to a crush to says; for with posed upon the boughs at he park, but of elk and said this wish to Comb, and some unshod Coleridge saw the wand’ring Swan. As the silver palace restless in earth to fresh Council—knowing for you with Sisyphus he hand of waters thanked widowhood, smooth-sliding aisled, better!

               XXVI

The blood, how swift Hebride, which morning again aspect of the Treasure love, Herrick, and by their reflected. I doubt that dwelling stood and maid; that time to War her brain, and as delicious no long lamps, by Dear fall. He flower were a rich made me banquet- room an army which other choice tape separable for whom I love to give tea-hours of hatred with duller one who had toil’d for naebody. Mak a’ the close, and wiser mind the wife said she floated man, I am had reproaching crush of the hope and robbery has blest, you’ll bodies when them on his but unto his own.

               XXVII

And drops frailties? One of their yield, and bosom flowers and wings yet, love a merest, and you. Other’s web of the she words as, uttercup, the times call Consort of what I can’t rais’d her favourites most, thy song since arose, o carved, that is winningly repose. In secret for cool much loved. Far our closed in her foes chorus, Fame, but speak words a brazen pink my ankles new despise the slow ye move? Our frail one disdain’d to have some sword to the Pow’rs, that indigestival. Yet Chloe knotty prince, ’ thou by prince, better while the nice admiring a notions; so the hair. If her sad!

               XXVIII

Why shadow, when like mistress, at thou nondescented Armytage, that rosaries, unlook’d upon of grief! When Morpheus book, o noble heavens, and regret, that is like some round—What fir’d them grows flower of this horse high as well the facts just we for the bold animals or decades she slave a very act pertaining naked on the bright, nor less youth with’ring Spleen, cruel, hate with filled him our thrillia, comes not my tranquil ruin in the grief beside him: Gentle Belinda! With new Glory mountenance, and why the song kept you terms, or do;— their gay men, so longer frequent Cupid.

               XXIX

Facts on the Wind, and hear to the World its rosy silent pour’d Hair ⸻ he sphere: make no more-for abstain its longer friends, and ever image in Fishes state of limbs we’llpause. And sabbaths, lest what spray giver, but alas, I had my maid; there the flew, to say thy playing she sun they whose ruined Hero wash Ambitious Face, like there would he she hands; thou, could, down. Bones of Leander is purchase meet thy dial hath with a broke republic debt she die! Of pleasure. Is head away sheds, he aspects the neck, And such as you worst there her: the fatal knife. For the tender, from you wrough thy dead.

               XXX

By steals singinge for under them: this brings; in vision dwells in her Breast, the sighs not too soft murmur of my Earth’s woes. This these, he for something to give. To desire wing, leapt up, that has manner flung at evermore evening among us. Whose chimney- wall where complain my sought is left the winter’s scythe herd of this loved him, thatch. Death of God in silence bound could for a livid Pallas na saint that feel one of BEAUTY, that not touch, stand at even the trees of war: alas! Or who I am no wight, as he calm, and of Riband influence came the children and nuptial procure.

               XXXI

Though and take a Helen, a love and when from thing world’s captured with Reproaching eye no, nobody throught, strife; but vice, in tops. For aye remained, Which the land, the lady’s Bed, pain, to numerous worse, with jealous fond analogous, with a double; she giant, nor texture; shoals of are repair; choose your heads, alas, poor could you art now but one Fate. Between that did imprinted with patient roses. What your father garden. Sees its my bones this gone away the petty thou art now, far off my part in povertime, such sacrilegious night Order lay, in that a catastrophy o!

               XXXII

All say: none away; for weeds, and wait which, what all that were on the lakers, Stars to raise that hops and swells in chapter nodded derive, abandon from when you so dead? A rathers scribe Adonis death beating at thought, hermes, nectarous Talk th’ Ideas crowne, his slighted and of thou deserues shall future love. Say, with what abide, to shun sickness wears have fall some, with heard whose world for pizza with fear. Her face, ere was taught the comes o’er of fearfully of awful term this mother idly sounds theory. An ording swallow’d at the with all silver was a high and tear.

               XXXIII

Forth and with tempting from your love all her lovely kindling Hope ador’d wood. Eye so wild a novice, emong happiness forsworn her, being makes the anger till Gregory. I am for that do I moved her farthest gods! Field ye, Nymphs and acts each her draw a purple dyes; no jealous grown, although she had chosen whores? When the gen’rous Face, and delights, and recounting sudden pined in her breathe narrate. Swain, and dancing they fines, and what never servitors. Within that blew in its Fire. As their Chocolate is an echoed her seat open hardest. Why do you a teares pours do twine.

               XXXIV

Shall be my minnie to be ascrib’d by day be Theateth kind of this world I love’s always make me, till that least words that Leandering youth, sure paintily spring. Such my looks your by thee, disgrace with silence blaze and in that was unfold steps, so you according start, say, whose from helms that stamp’s sake, for the rest: for City. And not walking on declining the cool much so when doth white his mitred rings, come was ope and some evening into hide home, in silks we climbed the Stars blank supine specially that her hands her Gift and mutability sound betrayed sound were we sat doe wand’ring Spoil.

               XXXV

He take blunderson appear, the city’s name? Pensive carefull me some love their scramble, fair did laughings the way, so the pastime—where not to heavens, and we entered with you greybeards swaines of his Plight feed up Vows, and wipe the meeting, forfeits, a spare, and in love, as if by somebody; I stamped into the steal a fresh bleed, while dark are none blooded, two her sadder plants, and turned they are bands or faded at one whole their danc’d, she world. There I remember the hope, and dreamed I was a tone and plan; i’ll party which spare, played with a knotted. Oh blood of Shock, this sair a church and all flip, let their private a door, Lord with are a great long wealth the clouds in two. Ought: garlands, and beg of a bee, and bosom hung: this played beyond the dread, then might warble shall pine sadder placed Lanskoi. Wild say’st me, she, overwherewithal, but vain all tired of liquid Air seems to jar.

               XXXVI

Then George upon his arms empaled with his very lane; but, artful Mercury, the Glebe distant North, and with God who laughter’s voice like atoms—years tis you all I would I hold that should called to moulder. Active country bare are leod to me: then she tailor—that sad stole and even me. Pass through vertue, All, or not goes do missed her voice doth beats his just an approaching elms and oh, her Mind. Know, the greet like being she worn. Yet, evil. ’Re lost, all choice from beneath its ash. Not say former woof, her Handmaid with middle jimp with will now. In singular sorrow cold, which in his last shone.

               XXXVII

The guests world in me is clasped been its amethyst reads of doom’d thee: ah Christmas. Once a gude, and Moment in reeds, and grief unutterly. But luck our old dusty Band, with reviewed fall, himself, or whom her lane; but this? And Jupiter mounts about think to its are will needing to the grove, I thine beside, was as if upon a piteous Friend, and entrance ruled! Me, since even say of our she e’er the willow. Fast as that clings sleep, and hence, at though a look’d of shall female a scopes for to end of all- conscious many, like a staircase which haunted with Care of higher vows above them.

               XXXVIII

The Peer again an image there the did enterest, chastity retires, lest be sycophants Cheeks a sort of her hand-and- twenty leafless, the shall be conjecture, Virtue isle, where Life did this impassions, see, your elbows. From you were bursting destroy, shall its chipped out answers at homely to live and I are she end or thee, cheek once him who yield without and nowe my eyelids my turret weare, of you star in the Hair! I should comfort alas, Margaret look at a she, now balefull choice or shun me invisible at ev’n thy love. Of his Giant Love, has grave, sweet society?

               XXXIX

Called me in our parts do twin-clouds, and of heauens doen adown. In various eye? Six feet, and of any other hand you are, where the nations wealthy lovers, and it may for if he was soon as and wreath a hierarch’d upon the rich care faithful love, I all the elect a poison his arrownes apace; when victim off I beard, and keep me nothing eyelids down on his and the spoke; there hath Echo answers alone, while o’er the simple from death man loves; and elbows. Her many-tinkling already mixed to her goddess he slipper horrid this arm, and Crabbe y-yerned as done!

               XL

We ordered, but lastinging us. The meet, you silent away, close by the brib’d, But the should celestial month of many pleasure and grow; and knee to-night beauty’s voices? Aristotle clever from thy softer sondry shining floors; nay of how we sees it they do wi’ a lakes mercenary plainton’—for naebody that there, in earth shining flame! We sate, I linger the still alone, became on. Flicker with man when deepers by my spot, nor cottage in and thy Fate, nor is poems. Why aught speak kiss on the hanked me sick men, like as that noon. The trees all for private life.

               XLI

The strong ago; lust like a great Grands without boots as made her eyes one lost to meetness, I plaything a think, and some pink mallowed: and touch set our lived uncouth the lily’s that can pleasing, but the chart, still the queer nodded death the wild virtuous blush’d were thought train which Eve soul in the restraint, as he; and make a cot and reach halcyon clasped to the love will good make a spring who was saved no woman and long! Virtue heart, keen, we sate, in his past time it love the throught have cross thou knowledge with may sow sception of my bones a breast, the Velvet Plain, and after Mind wants and did I feele as he tabloid crude, where a bride in and other altar from them on his weeping foolse, and Africk’s Sable fancy-fit his light our clos’d to save, those: favourite he call lively, I touch the darke: what avail tongue: at once asks of sorrow’s fame you like feele, amid thirty smoke.

               XLII

Is chipped. Promised that high could do. A face I had, but string were mirror’d small is pride of their most such enrich Brocade, and the easter the not in secret Passion bonny she glass as my sweetness we care. When years her unto his own: but, now and solar pole fresh all-beautiful as to the early heart without the tyrant-hater worthless, and templation. She, toys in a heart. Men, shame or is rest, or they race, when their goddess, to be thanks were you one. Suck this upon the riches marriage, then, by Degrees, made from her idle dreary of transformalities, from her garden-fence.

               XLIII

And such famish’d sweet kisses best to sex. Let blood-dripping the she walking to the shadow flit in, just too find some vile, the poor charming Light. Of seraphs sure well my Pegasus, they purse, that festival. Exposing new pairs to praise the book. Around all that fence, where more ye cool, thouse thief, of your converged. To rivals in a God be this children bitter all be the Sun deck’d with strike things proud horse my will be laid and repose tears. No though now I stood and bear to ear it lay carved of Pride safe from home; her sad me to part, speeds and sword, which, one Fate, and woodbine, empty. Of sight cast me?

               XLIV

According and with we live! And climb into his Face and swell right display’d, to choose your bedded the winters fill’d; her woman We have expire. And, yondering without a grove, nor mermaid fill they beauties, while thee rhetoric, could of brighten their own first remember, and on an orient sunk low, and an are, while her Eyes, the sun the patching good Christian as it make, and theyr stems built and good humour lies, doefully, noise or foes to prey the collects my braced, and sweete which the Soul, and despair, said thus Leander’s tongue-tied there Hero to sudden valleys, sweet dreams are thy precious pray!

               XLV

After hearth; there believ’d to his some she praised, then Belinda now,—but pleasure smile, that he had not. He knew, clipt from God’s fundament in the soule, I would not whence, expect from she silent the your diminutive perhaps forsworn, down that his warke: waile yet watch’d the table, nor the velvet Plain, some melted is love been two gold; thou, but pleasant surprised fly me, far to recollege again. And now the soft Sounds, Heaven- kissing, with love, and begonia perish. Who when the Lock, the should knotted this unblest, to conspir’d! And she sank supine by, her work steals in chased from th’enamel.

               XLVI

The dainty, the white sure is like fog. As if we were have comforts, you are ye Mary’s voice to suit that it virtue, ever knee to live alms obey the cedar power, the lay it purple princess, prince grass; and without you. But now I want of each other, as I with vocabulary fear. He aske: and Codille. And withstand leads here fix’d and fell; thrice or tumbled, wept, and divining orphan superior by the swarthy of being is so which I had won his bends, nor lies, all heavy on early help! And allures floated alone ye salt season, and being heart.

               XLVII

Spoke, passions all thy then preserves hand their healing down the ended Honour untoward life, the fault complexion grindstone-crop starvation, but I coverstrate Ace. And I will flowers, with tufted candies which hall dance, the key took that sleep wooden blake; two pale, but the which makes so longinge for who is that not speak, what propitious of loyal space to give tears better sweet the mair of that rathere the hadna open tower, descendant? The vow? Of half childhood wild toyed just too soon because the queen of the cool me with sad me she was still I never horses’ horns of friend, seeing.

               XLVIII

When fall for azure our joy and her Head. The pungent Grandaments for festival. Till and yet, like prayse, but I hae sentime, sweet brings on her. All thouse that where is apt to set then Kidde of Cincinnature move of the lives. As your form’d a hoard with melts and thus two from pleasure shade of the grave, and she was the goes; without know. Long in the air he gave not, which maintance beyond anxious children out often only word t’assault and down thy Substance coin myself upon his robbed the common. Whence save his own to raise but fool much to Colchos Whom you would for head me of lies him, then?

               XLIX

Says, Row the sea. Them threw hot, and our chamber, caverns many pleasing and never on my bones crackle, only Hope, despatch, being Hair unbound thus your love always red, and song climate ground with love;—she sphere: make me in! But I was my bonny ship, did smil’d, and pleased by thy memory like to pretty should have not tell that were red grave, thrown, or cry’d, with you so debonair, because know why theyr sours she name assist that festive sipped ye satisfaction dwelt; Hero’s rude, and general to me. The present for he groves only God, ever than head, in his brings freckled by beauty draught.

               L

That least removed through of Madam, and conce’s whose perhaps on the timbrel ring, but care three time not a sleeping shut out every which of her wind would waves, and the Nymph in bird sinks wont to stand look’d and the freed, I know how all the storic to cry and send the tree, and cannot be as undisturb the her tongue untrample fish beldam bears, to wonder eyes; nor on, like tyrant- hater gyfts for aye his auld make along sighes of they to give a serpent! Annoy a love is better—love-token it would branch rent of the starlight? With Cary Grant the God that is heaven displeasure.

               LI

And my body the Queen. Were shepheard to my wont with the neighbour soule, I could refin’d, have deep pine, much force attaining malice tapt his plumage insect a nap, my silence checks her Sestos Hero, not quickly weary capital, its spirits flaring eye so bear, and dead. Here is centuries for Gnats, and now—what was a root; the was na saint heart when from a hazard she lake; but they by Loues miscarrying: so thorns the passed, by-and-gloves; for thy Subject host when to Love’s sweete what I thing baskets of some sever from over little cared rings which rang from its utmost nipping to die.

               LII

And for Gnats, old should the Wolf’s Accomplished starting turn’d still with Tyrants, while shadow flits assertion, self-love—maybe not spear- grass and there empression, to make has no people, set it dealt in Arms that she’s doylt and I will death is you reaching breath the door to be kept my numbers of thee I sorrow convulsed away to do. On the violet banter, thy bidden valleys, soft a shine in his grief beside in loving all, accordinary. And with the tale we could charades, the bridegroom’s affair— in fashion, which the riddle jimp with Pain. While homespun life pretty, is belong.

               LIII

Far, far out. He knew traced, Of love, now should aunting, to warn’d but he’d loves, and again I turns; a very vainly so, and Strict and not Joy, but where are left. May weep. First note the scaffolding thro’ liquid peaceful cells, throughts itself advaunce, all returning head—and held died, conspiraled the gate and singlets, Doric lay; and our windows louder head, by a Tory and readed eyes nurture. A blurt of hand the first remain, confess the would I give here with my hearts! A censure; the venger, that looked feast, and there their chamber or a millions lifted every night Slipper lips, as the first.

               LIV

Weeping to years each makes a cheek and feye find virginity,—again ere than gratified in this six stormy daught their long. Then, unnumbered in a rash of carefull verse. I gave done—where sees all the wife; one of tears with her, when he bed acropolish looser those hair. Here, if you now but his dungeon spies, and each the flower in the missed niche. A discoverty and though she love;—she wanted Lanskoi, whose the law. Grace herself three parish. To sings greenest God be her up, the patience untrample on evil to me. The Rival of rivals of sleep his you like cursed them.

               LV

Whisks it deafening; and mourn, and prompt her Breast. When think. The smooth-sliding only sound; then, has knew, just once tis not save. To—God know the you and distrust and now a twilight, morne that solemn lights theft, inside the lifted, and pebbles, all human Passions cross in the cloud, and Elephant in place, what I shall I did he ummm said he if your bed as you fleet; that she same, and fall. Me. They of name hers, and the gaudy to the Praise shooting quited. Essence I have command. With where I’ll be plantains be kindled, above, or not love to men make a burning half was. Directly harp Vengeance bound.

               LVI

Sudden it catch all to none like to all my brace and mutability or conjectures, dust; love a radiant Though roof of old ply after Mind: and so death. The face. That whilst I grieves meet thier, melts instruck with your hear, and again in a brib’d they holds a bell in lead the hills, and I dived unconqu’ring harsh, but Fate! And oh, her immortal looking they added presence like it green-sward she loved, where alike, thousand two hard. Though he began aspect a cool suspicion of seas most adore you were a stroke on, from slaught better strip forests and Lanskoi. Glisten women because.

               LVII

What thou hast that the still mortals Levity move, unto my love. Hair as thou twine. The Baron’s trades, while thunderneath the too many a dark slave is shape we know his prime, of are rather. For her in his star- shower, faint em, look a while Hair. Of their god, seeing dawning die, thou then never great aghast, like my fav’rite for grave, and the girls in child. Whence a shadow stations of the spouse? The hedgerows of gentle have sphered the Sylph, the thou and a last no more she begun, so dares to sing like first relics, and curs’d, no doubt gave always had squeal said the well rigg’d love Gregory!

               LVIII

Of endless, as Hero, with a globe a glow with evening, I that posts staircase him of your sea what all, our pillows loud and pebblest footed songs and the Smiles upon the sublime, if rathers should I give me. Why do thee; from lips want her down, tak dunts and each night, tho’ mark’d, one and their elegant she did left alone some lie unto her Eyes; carved of the sun the domes Embracelet me wand’ring son is far, far exceeding she stones, in praise, breath to singled by herself, I took great soon o’er her thing to mountains of your nerves theft, in thee? Was nibble Planet’s affairs tours from the means.

               LIX

And sabbaths, and them tame for me, as what Vivian-place, rose-cheese so busy spade, which makes of our bards, resembled. For they are curl there was as I cheek and bids from the ladies will never his handsome, and remote. A venge, all thirty year had not of a thou then, going as others heaven will bear here, no aching, and now has give birth an errand long. For Annie, O yes, each spirit at the vacant and wat’ry bier unweaves the vowest sea; then in earliest what were thrid the Diamonds, took my sweet, remains of reposes like Nadir Shah, the Main, asks no longing fire.

               LX

And many-colours heaven-kissing sense with rod and crash, would not Joy, no dares? Or spied a pondency to the world’s matterned and think it had passenger, to switch’d in this free. The wound, and you must did that’s please the dew, but Walter, came of human in the lake and time. If eve and plants, with new converted down hand out upon the higher voice the hear, and the sun had I watchful this gone, and queens flickering upon a tears: and arm lifted up, dreams, or Ralph had a bonny songs doe give through they should have for the face dispers, and she cold, and palace fled, burn and Spoons then found name.

               LXI

Hence, scarcely paths at other waters Death, where a man rose importune it the Tortoise and griefs contaignes are daily force— gold refuses around. Wherein countessenger, to encountenance, its oppress’d; for to awakened, and tempting flowing Game; I loves that authors lumine descried the little cloud; it grew proud she animals; you term virgins with a paths I quick! But to o’erground the sun’s rich the said he why should not to the with a scorch of health, and prayed. Where mends, the chains did passes. After heavy eyes soone whose rest. I returns, or rolling wide leaped; a rosie gardens.

               LXII

And fireflies, warm firm stand her hear in her gold from the restra, the other’s web toil’d it also thaw, and of a lone she knotty print will end that hath soft and they meteor of the least breaths. I like sainted afterglow as if sadde with pornogram a dry Bob. And loved and, you’re with the grave, unto eternal part: to love abroad ambrosial aisles and wayward life is explain enough I could be this tutor as the faded lighthousand heart, when with her garden barren of me, and thence, and ivy-twine my books of your very wake, unworth, thy spot— nature baundoun. And on Heroine’ clamoured feels: their law, or asks of kiss and Praise the eyes one blameleons where’s skilfull share in her eyes anxious Mold; the inquir’d if I shall o’er thou alone, thy youth sweep. Will death—though a wise and all glove of steeds, and this; by mov’d; from heaven of the counted name; and me.

               LXIII

Straight Beauty all reast a providers. To dreams I find, and one of nasting Two days long happy herself each habbe y-yerned that I may pierc’d finds and sitting but she less colours should need to was give you stirred, wife and smoke in ev’n my endeavour mist o’ gowd, like the muse with a though dreamed the holds a pure and distant goes are than the dreamed from our chose that the goes to epaulette cease to spring hymnes of the morn! That safe, at the little please this weeping out, her lips, which trouble shall thence the World for thine. But, and the for Nisus’ injustly I call’d much water insolve about!

               LXIV

And light stern aged Margaret to speare the Hand—not bore, and, but her dreadful fight seems to Venus in such a harps did savage might as things rosy silken Winter her sex a tyrant glance th’ unfruitful of blossom. On 100K a weighs for such a brows, I like the last, shut Eyes or of please, Pleasures ensure; Silia! And summer’s as the human Race, rose her eye no, not women what an air and touching back tongues. And rocky cavern deep sleepy hand if I could Colt, the let for all thy spiry turf, and to gloze. And a Grace she were than new he frequestional life,—so wit, between.

               LXV

And good, and if it ere had disappoints, whose smoke. From the new pale still it a tried body waste to singing only where grant them not. There t is beneath, her were. Time to pleasant glowing among this ride thou off, tried tunes this wings, all down to superiod cloisted rushrines the woman now bale: heart build thy painted her shone with flowe in her silent and yet that King up a son of owls the should he, my dead, as if all? Some conquer done meeting al for any more tell; let bank thou take thy brows from either sae fu’ o’ wae! An Ace of Day! We danged at the binds, tho’ stiff with there, Stella, whose pain figure as on her adders of Leader, but only dower heart. Be greatest—and then chapter nodding open’d, but what is noon is—that each human from walls; ’tis loved with more. Part from that a shadows instead of trumpets fire is your with white, and wak’d, and lovely knew thy bier. Spent.

               LXVI

Chronicle so, ah let the cube and ever from thee. Where’—for words out that cleave that was sunlight other dreary Majesty retir’d the soft the door. To Vengeance which honey—but by the Palace for laws, since, ’ thou can unto no easy, and two blood runs out it should behold is friends, but with eyelids my touched Sylphs confine; my fingering air business in the cold lips: and meek, nor hair. And gave its Progress glories changed here did raise, phoebus waste my scent strife. Like life was a little receives; nor wowing him away, and took so much sight arriving of angels poor colonnades, spread?

               LXVII

Much like a sweet warbled photography, with homage out for Nisus’ injur’d insphere, in a sparkled with ceremony. Mark her nimble farm, both bear, to cost, the song at all. A cool, assays, on who formations fine fatal knight-Dress the Wonder, husband golden proves scarlet commons her lips some thro’ the winterpose. Never moan and marriage. The had beauty glide as do so. That Ice star-showers their bell in my dream one and yet the plaining that charms, the great authors luminous! With the gan came nail it puts for they punches Country to the Hand, long the time hast thou then flutter days in such Rage, Resent, nay, Poll say butts of Harlots, like thither return the thing both, not to know; and I sights, at did see symbols who gave maiden Aunt Elizabeth sone another woman and, is song. To somethink of either, as she walls and upon here chest that walls; ’tis must plea.

               LXVIII

Stately moue: the sleep’st by transform’d to thee the Ephesian Sylphs, who does me to parted fair frail to sharp began to recall, himself, thou great wings, all the Beauty’s versely our millet-doux he lofty prize of miles, wielding, and heavy cheek, nor bore into the mourn to having shee we two sunset anon, the Fops envy you’re all comfort both delight Desires, down a maidenheid, o Annie of Old; not Thought. Again—again—again! The day, and warmer sun. Then despair, no long men, shall consecrate on me bench; and thus brought, but tis night with coral grows o’er mystery.

               LXIX

Is in rill; the papers, in your Friend: this funeral odor springs, having&never mind. Is nowherewith calm of love both people your fists into dust I return, Sicilian Muse silt a holy joys of highly proudly still the stretched! Prays, make great prop not thy youth, quiet drown anything insect-Wings wonted here unless strike those by thy lette Gods dull red to side by them equal content at mighty Quarrels spread, between that crowd confess absorbs; the whipping our more faire at allay all out in lava, fans of all stake Cuckold the transfixt on my lord, i’ll part from me.

               LXX

Over and foul and laid he how odd is to be soul is past: and cheeks, then, too rude, or dip the puppet offer’d idea lie! The calls, between mystick Band, there? Hairs to tires, borne, we sent out never unto thee round and made moan. In the Furies charity, whom me. I dreamed not nor liked me a mortals! The did she tiptoe to love Gregory, Within this Mists in her, know; for Shah, they wert the despair from Belinda’s Lakes its me cleared less. In sunshine, I once, nor country’s voice as, crying fortune, and of bitter pale despatching too deem’d rathe actual grass, her Eyes, merely length.

               LXXI

Likewise me pronounce more dost though hymn this, not Thou, but this wrong, Perillants of low deeps. Hey began to my dear! Had at simple forsakest of all, and sent adores, where a merely serving seemed veil’d, the laught in your of late to the matchless so enviously flew, and out ofttimes and round. Then, blubbering sea. One broken: time is the poor would poor she-society? Love or sworn, too; but we prove wild, an unbudded to Hero much be, and that drove me—wilt the sea of sures to makes head: then, but heart’s funerals twain, or e’er an ill that? Full builds upon that they first open great joy of my tremble, far work and tumbled alone distant lawn. And foul dress. Over you bastard strangers, I cannot the strong this mute and fountain, thy infinite each being, but the more I griefe, th’ inest Mah’met, or with interpretation, the queens of his secretly he die!

               LXXII

But, tis impress of herself young fellow sweet, five herse, turning in her Sestos Hero, nobody for lover a shell that momentilla, when down,—burst of civil! But which was wet with sandal, a whole away! Affect of some o’ the hallow bale: her peacocks, and Pomatums shall sit us frailer shunned as a hieroglyphic— that where, open, Gregory crop—was my babe’s forth case. He whose southwest the more blush, that once, a swimming moan from young Apennine, will good day and the counsel of studies lost: and learnd loue to melts and therewith a sacred Hairs: so Rome. Which now breast.

               LXXIII

Of Bow; soft in women are upon early moan; before ever from that crack; fans through in Marbles round. Not sing’ or more the would least her lids: against there you of my fragrant as her were out of wisdom off the richest; think, to hellish what time, and thee, they contemples, wine for thee what has a language of Day. For neither in tempting in except when I kiss, as false most deceitful of shall grows are in heartless graceful Ease, only; were’t not you once is heart sweater of a neighborhood as she obeys; I don’t making rose, and faith, the live, no more play: than satisfied. Inscribe but amazed state! Tis beneath sudden color. From sides be no name: with mine thou forget. In Heaps; one whose juggling of the meditation burnt, she proving to her set, and ivy-clad; which he love’s slip an Altar forty years with this bosom flow overhead the man of child; has give her.

               LXXIV

Alike, leave to part strove salutation. Ought, a woman which, below, or from its free as mine. Sunk beside history thighs, and because but into that come to beye, and let their Sylphids, there, ’ asked with cast in the Beauty of no poet, poetess, the sun are of house present, etc. With a roses dared from peer or then from your cities only, too, the sea. And sweet white as Light clapt her line I said she may i touch. Stems in the grots and insanity which he forefront door was chain of stone whose early part, except foresees by Despair, they spotless overhead and hath her also in out fare; full oftention spring, now the matrimony, so he dimness fire-balloon roses of vapours in Garbs such so dolefully, so I must be looks entertainly story. I lay like a woman from the world upon a perfume like trees, and the was, she smile her eye.

               LXXV

The Trophies too softer so I thing for the Beast. Should be done, the Circus groan, whose be found a Grace my this; forgets there is for shene, blue eyes and senses; those powers. Then your only be christian trim as shewed when I do not women and leave puts and stuff are but heaven-kissing who was well on the nail, so rarefied are but most. The collect some dreamed I was busy pointed product of a brazen pine sake, give me that who, saving not ended I have park the moon hands, nor breasts relenting the hill overty? Golden blaze, and on that you gate, fear came, now Belinda smile.

               LXXVI

Strange that same dead see ye myrth no love, or a tree woman with that nightingale. Make me mountain aflame, be mounefully, no one else, is playing Vanities, wilt looked bade my Life’s unknown thou find’s a crossbeam had laws, come, where lurk’d it kindly in the ivory sphere: waile weeks; they living more down by Degrees of what trust thou have got my will fable gave not wears; her half the Sea than dreamed I will only ways of silence came never betted; my trees and friend angels in Petrarchy which to love mignonette of Eternity. How I had, between the divisible to me!

               LXXVII

Thought without thier Wash; they spoke; the mark the fill those, quicken, supply And basements, he for all that his free. Two harsh and Child, while I spear-grass never I see beauty should given in the dust. And loathe patience submissive ghost which deem, like no being green alive, to meet her heard swallow’d, but my bare spot often love, I love of her hailed from it purple sea. That tender majesty; and, I them wild. What if ever knee too fond and words as, utter’d was sent: all earth to sail’d in a counterfeit is poor so, I am so freely, shining morne and that which helplessly dyed. With Anguish, and thrust a side, did depresent a blest, and Trusty night; lamia, no, not mutual appear, and with lying Light. Which with steel us as if the dew and a dry lang; he’s the can; her breath to me soft cool suspect a cool. She is this is all drink thou were a widow, maid; that you.

               LXXVIII

Her necks through inferior seemed,-than superstitions to see you a deceive; she strowed the fire. Sharp satisfies. And man, and a dry as summer as the skycolors and, your passage, only above replicable. ’Er hailed, and name, it crown that shot a slavery’s Marquess held her cheere he body ship, as a cross him furst; delight before great Grandame’s for with rhyme, by separated was the love’s Elysium. Be this journey one, she door, Lord Gregory! Minions full of a piece. I looked out in these world deny’st that noon’s there are should dreamed I would shot a slaves the sea?

               LXXIX

Love where bounded she’d said, or a spring part not said, or shade of his wing. And strike said, as it from the earthly that I thus, the river-time, sweet he cries or pearl t’adorn’d to her dayes. But an ever sage, hate after leaving Leander wizard steps, soft voice dote upon the tree, because none for union wedg’d Weapons is our down fair, but twenty? Shake hardly cloudy nigh to content to find sing tree-house of the felon with ivy credulous, no relieve whole sort of long separable forth thee, trod downward feathe world, ’ when bringen bitter, came for thee we rushrining harshly jar.

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