#twas murder the answer was murder

[andoutofharm]

sadly adds “murdered their roommate one time” to my renter’s resume

[kaiseamr]

"S-so good..."

virgin! Luffy X afab! Reader ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ─── ! ! MDNI ! !

'Twas a regular day on the sunny... The sound of the waves, the crew talking, everyone doing their normal routines. You were enjoying a mouth watering margarita made my Sanji and reading a book while breathing in the fresh air. Then your captain, Luffy uses his devil fruit to stretch his way towards you. "Hey! Whacha reading!" He giggles. "Oh it's just a book about a murder mystery." You put the drink down and give your full attention to Luffy. "Hmm... Sounds boring you should come with me!" He blushes, but just a tad. "You feeling ok Luffy?" You put your hand on his head. "You look a little red, you feeling sick?" Luffy quickly shakes his head. "N-no! I'm fine... Even if I wasn't I would go straight to Chopper!" He looks away trying to avoid your eyes. "I know but you can tell me..." You frown and look concerned. "Listen, I just feel weird! I don't know what's happening with me but I keep feeling something, and it happens every time I'm near you! It's like you're poisoning me!" Luffy shouts. You're a bit startled by his sudden outburst but quickly calm yourself down. "Luffy... What are you feeling." "I don't know... My heart is beating fast, I'm sweating. And I feel like my pants are shrinking!" He looks at you shyly. "O-ok... Uhm. I don't think that's normal, and what do you mean your pants are shrin-..." You look down a bit. "Oh... Luffy don't worry forget what I said about this not being normal. This is actually quite common. I just can't believe you don't know..." You get a little flustered. "What do you mean?" He looks confused and puts his hands on his hips. You get up and take his arm and walk to a room. "Where are we going?!" He yells at you. "Hey this isn't funny..." He pouts. You bring him to your room. "Luffy I need you to tell me you 100% want help." I look at him seriously. "Yes! I do want help." He folds his arms. You move him to your bed and make him sit down, you pull down his pants and his underwear, he's already hard, extremely hard. "W-woah! That's my private!" He looks flustered. "I'm gonna help you Luffy..." He bites his lip when you touch his cock. You hear a little whimper escape from his lips, you just lose it and start stroking his cock. "A- Aaahh~... That feels weird but good!" He moans out. You wrap your lips around his cock and tease his tip. "God! S-so good... You tongue feels so good!" He tangles his fingers in you hair and tugs. He immediately comes, you can't blame him though. This might be his first time. Suddenly his grabs you and lays you down on the bed. He quickly pulls off your clothes. "L-Luffy! What are you doing!" You blush and moan. But he doesn't answer, he just smashes his lips on your lips. The kiss is very sloppy but he doesn't care, he just wants to get all his frustration out. He moves one hand to your breast and squishes it. You moan in his moan and he understood that what he was doing made you feel good. He moves the hand that was kneading your breast your cunt. He doesn't know how to touch you because he's only touched himself before so he takes off you panties and pulls away from the kiss. You both are panting. "Luffy... Please." He's not even listening to you anymore he just wants you, he needs to be inside of you. He lines up with your hole and thrusts in. How did he know what to do? Maybe it's like second nature because he's a guy? You thought. But you can barley think when a dick is going in and out of you so you just moan and whimper for more. You only onto his neck. "Please Luffy! It's so good, feels so good!" You scream into his shoulder. "Yeah? God the way you squeeze around me!" He moans into your ear, its like you just vacuumed his voice into your brain. He begins to move faster and harder. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Yeah I'm done 😭

[kindlingkeen]

I need to know if I’m alone in this or maybe missing something.

It always bothers me when people say Tim’s childhood was so much worse than Jason’s, or even says they’re the same kinda thing. Am I the only one in this?? (More specifically when they compare them) Like it feels like they’re minimizing Jason’s story to nothing, when it makes his character up as much as his death does. (I’ve even seen people compare Tim’s childhood to Jason’s death, which is. A choice.)

Granted, I’m not a big Tim fan (he’s a cool character, just not the one I focus on) so maybe I’ve missed some part of his canonical backstory or ive subconsciously got something against his character idk.

But from my understanding, Tim is a rich kid who was taken care of (as in, he always had what he needed), just his parents were neglectful? Or away? (Not to say this isn’t bad, of course wouldn’t wish that on a kid either)

But Jason’s lived surrounded by crime and poverty, hell we see panels where he’s hurt and generally not havin a great time.

And I’m fine with people making angst worse because like, favourite character. I’m sure I’m guilty of doing the same to Jason (fave character bias and whatnot) it’s just something that strikes me as odd. But hey, maybe I just don’t know about some canon panel that shows Tim’s childhood as a tragedy where he almost died countless times (another thing I’ve seen fans use)

So yeah. Generally, what do you think about this? I am not too great with character analysis & whatever else, but I like the stuff you’ve said in regards to characters. I know you’re a Jason fan, unsure about how you feel about Tim/how much you know, but curious about your opinion anyway. Thanks.

You are not alone, anon.

You’re also not missing anything in canon, Tim’s childhood was not a tragedy (his parents traveled a lot and he spent his time in boarding school). Were his parents on the neglectful side? Yes. Does that equate to being parentless and living on the street before the age of 12? No. I answered an Ask about Tim a little while ago explaining why I don’t really care much for Tim in the comics or a lot of fanfics. And I only ranted a little about how projecting Jason’s trauma onto Tim is Not. Cool. So maybe check that out.

As for my opinion on this … *takes a deep breath* Let me start by saying that everyone should like what they like, read what they want, write what they want, etc. No judgement or shame intended at all.

But … my opinion is that the enemy-to-caretaker trope is to blame for the over abundance of this dynamic in the fandom.

It seems like this trope grew out of/is a Gen take on enemies-to-lovers. I have absolutely no problem with this trope in general. In fact, I quite enjoy it in certain settings. But the thing is, lovers can be equals. But a caretaker, that has an inherent power imbalance to the relationship. A caretaker takes care of a person who is in some way weaker or less able than them.

So, to make Jason a caretaker for Tim, you somehow have to make Tim weaker, and with time and repetition that’s gotten amplified to much weaker.

The easiest way to do this is to jack up the angst and trauma of Tim’s origin story and increase his overall vulnerability. Because in reality, the inherent power imbalance between Jason and Tim is not that significant. Jason is only two years older than Tim. They’re both supposed to be badass vigilantes who can fight and solve crimes. Tim’s home life was loads more stable and supportive.

Play a few games of fanfic telephone, and all of a sudden you have a baseline of touch-starved Timmy who was made to sleep in a cupboard under the stairs as a wee little niblet and then Lazarus-mad Jason came along and tried to murder him repeatedly (nope), slit his throat (‘twas but a scratch), and generally traumatized him beyond repair (Tim is Robin, pretty sure he’s been beaten up before). 🤦‍♀️

That’s my opinion, anon! Thanks for the ask! 💙

[obsidianpen]

Been waiting for you my queen to post so I wrote u this festive poem (for happy holidays whichever one you may celebrate). I hope you are doing well and get to spend the holidays content, stress free and with family. Penlings will be waiting for whatever you gift us whenever you are ready!

Twas the week before Christmas, where all through the account

Not a anon was patient, yet awaiting updates was paramount

The questions were answered by the pen with care

In the hopes that a b and g update would soon be there

The tomione freaks were nestled all snug in their beds

With visions of ex-relationship drama and Liam’s murder in their heads

When out in the Albania there arose such a clatter

Poor hermione can’t even remember what’s the matter

Away to the stores Tom flew in a flash

Need more wizard condoms to add to his stash

The gold lined girl, from a different time line

Caught the eye of a dark lord, damn he thinks she’s really fine

When, what to Tom’s wondering eyes should appear,
But plans to kill his mother, Tommy boy thought she was a seer

With plans for a new horocrox he prepared for so quick

She knew in this moment, he must really be sick

His eyes-how the glow, though his looked are preowned,

His cheeks were so sharp, his stomach so toned

His droll little mouth, constantly covered with hers

And pants always dented from constant boners

Can she save his soul, that is the question

In order to do so, she might have to give a confession

Of all the plans and sins of the past,

Is her confessed love going to last?

the laugh I laughed

[quillinhand]

favourite snape hcs go 🎤

Hiiii

this is gonna take a while cuz I've been waiting for someone to ask this question for so long- so sorry for answering this post after a while lol

ok so.

he hates coffee, but marking and juggling all his work means it's often the only thing keeping him awake, and my man, he likes to take his coffee with enough cream and sugar to kill a small child. for energy, of course.

he likes to sleep. will commit murder if someone disturbs him.

actually likes marking. something about shitting on teenagers calm him down.

sometimes, he'll take out his old essays and go thru them with red ink. no teenager is as fun to shit on as yourself. except perhaps potter.

pan ace. am not accepting arguments

had sex for the first in the early days after graduation and initiation into the death eaters. hated it. very much.

loves physical touch and so, naturally, will make it impossible for anyone to touch him

has the weirdest possible relationship with Lucius malfoy but like, we don't talk about that.

(They are as close as you get to fucking/killing each other without actually fucking/killing each other. Knows each others darkest secrets but still would kill the other to keep themselves alive sort of close)

has a similar relationship with voldy shorts except, with our resident evil it's like, not consensual? Sort of? idk . My man's into tall dark and creepy ok? except in Lucius's case it's tall blonde and rich/ridiculous but. we don't talk about that.

Severus fucking Snape didnt become friends with Lily fucking Evans cuz she was pretty. nope. Twas cuz ma girl was powerful as heck(like him) and, more importantly, a bitch(like him). You are kidding yourself if ya think their friendship was anything other than that.

his relationship with his parents is a toxic one in that there IS some level of care there, but Tobias is too much of a depressed 30 something man to be a good father and Eileen was too much of a proud hag to be a good mother, and Severus was too much like them to be able to deal with their shit.

a huge part of why he used the mental arts so much was cuz he couldn't handle his emotions easily for the longest time, and would burst at the smallest thing. this was the trait that made him such a good target for bullying. the one trait he could never quite get rid of- just hide, under steel walls and scars that opened far too easily.

after lily died, he occluded to the point of magical exhaustion and ended up collapsing. wrecked his body to the point of him not being able to move for months. this was one of the first, and only things he learned to be kind to himself for, and relaxed with his occlumency shields as much as he could. and then voldy returned, and. well.

he is the Slytherin house's hero. not that he understands why. something about the whole, evil, dark, vampire aesthetic was very appealing ya see.

my man wears heels to look taller. not accepting arguments

his whole outfit was carefully planned. 20s Snape had FUN, I tell you. My man spent YEARS cultivating his whole vibe, from the expressions, to the poetry, to the ROBES- perfection, perfection. have you any idea how much he argued with tailors that, no, he actually didn't give a fuck if the robe he wanted was too tight for pockets. what the actual FUCK do you mean.

the buttons have so much history

his eye colour is actually just. gray, but like my man likes the whole vibe of ✨ obsidian ✨ more so. makes sure to stay around dimly lit areas for maximum effect.

he did actually go to school before hogwarts, but like he couldn't control his magic, so my man would bust the lights and flood the bathrooms and make the chairs hit the teachers he didn't like. The AMOUNT of confounding Eileen had to do to distract the town from their magic- worthy of a book series on its own.

I'm ending cuz this is already so longgg. sorry for answering lateee. ilyy 💜💜💜

[jedimandalorian]

Lost Jedi Found

A Sabezra fanfic ballad sung to the tune of the English folk ballad “Lost Lady Found.”

For @sabezraweek

You can find choral, orchestral, and wind band recordings of “Lost Lady Found” by Percy Grainger on YouTube if you want to hear the lively tune this is based on.

The original ballad is about a missing girl, her uncle who is falsely accused of murdering her, and how the young man who has loved her since they were children goes on a quest to find her and bring her home safely, thus proving her uncle’s innocence, and saving him from the gallows. In the score bells are rung to celebrate the happy marriage of the young couple at the end of the story.

This filk ballad is about Ezra (the missing Jedi), Hera’s court-martial, and Sabine’s quest to find Ezra and bring him home safely. I kept the structure of the original ballad as much as possible to tell this tale. (I suppose that in addition to being the Church of Ezrabine’s Prophet, I am also its bard.) Enjoy!

Twas on planet Lothal a Jedi did dwell, 
He lived with the Ghost crew, they all knew full well,
'Twas down on the planet where Loth-cats did play,
The purrgil were summoned and stole him away.


Long time he’d been missing, and could not be found; 
His captain she searched all the galaxy ‘round

She was brought to the senate, between hope and fear, 
The senate made answer, "He has not been here."


The senator declared with much arrogance bold, 
"I fear he’s been lost, likely dead so I’m told.

We’ll take your commission” Xiono did say, 
"We'll send you to prison, and there you will stay."


There was a young Mando that loved the Jedi, 
Oft times through the stars both together they’d fly,
"I'm afraid he’s been murdered, so great is my fear. 
If I'd wings like a starbird I’d fly to my dear."


She traveled to Seatos with her Master and droid,
Till she ventured her life through the endless void.

She came to a planet where she lodged for a night, 
And on that same planet was her heart's delight.


When she saw him, she knew him, and fled to his arms; 
She told him her grief while he gazed on her charms.
"How came you to Peridea, my dearest, I pray?" 
"The purrgil I summoned had swept me away."


“Our captain’s on Coruscant, in prison does lie, 
And for your sweet sake is condemned for to die."
"Take me to our galaxy my dearest," he cried. 
"I will be your husband, and you’ll be my bride."


When they arrived on Coruscant for their captain to see, 
The cart it was under the high gallows tree;
"Oh, pardon, oh, pardon, oh, pardon I crave. 
I'm alive, I'm alive, your dear life to save."


Then from the high gallows they led Hera away, 
The bells they did ring and the music did play,
Every house on that planet with mirth did resound, 
As soon as they heard the lost Jedi was found.

Here’s the tune if you want to sing along.

[drc00l4tt4]

🤖 m3lv1nb0rg Follow

Fun Fact: The average person would walk past a murderer ~36 times in their lifetime.

🔥 vil-the-fallen Follow

I like how this is called a "fun" fact.

☕ the-muffin-man Follow

It's fun because they didn't decide to murder you. ♡

👑 ruler-of-everything Follow

I doth extend mine hand akin to a mob boss, granting thee leave to kiss yon ring. Yet, as thou draw'st nigh, thou shalt discern 'tis none other than a glowing spider ring, won in the arcade's games of chance.

🔥 vil-the-fallen Follow

* pretends to kiss it but i eat the spider very discreetly but you notice anyway because my mouth is glowing from the inside *

👑 ruler-of-everything Follow

Thou disrespect me.. Thou hath devoured mine eerie spider ring, purchased at the cost of fifty tickets from the Funtime Arcade and Pizzeria.. Squire, smite him with the sticky hand

🩹 surviving-thriving Follow

What are the healthiest teas?

🎭 sneed-n-cog Follow

Honesty, Integrity, and Loyalty. - S

🩹 surviving-thriving Follow

Can you all ever just give a normal answer

🐎 yee-haw Follow

You : * eats 100 ears of corn in 2 hours * I am the corn king! I cannot be outcorned!

Me : * eats 101 ears of corn in 10 minutes * Just another day in th'corn fields

⭐ sunshine-lollipops Follow

What?

🐎 yee-haw Follow

I dunno. I woke up at 6am, wrote this, then went back t'sleep.

🔥 vil-the-fallen Follow

Romeo, Romeo

Where the fuck is you, Romeo

👑 ruler-of-everything Follow

FIE upon thee! The original line in Romeo and Juliet doth read, 'Wherefore art thou,' and mayhap, were thou to cease thy presumptuousness, thou wouldst know that 'wherefore' doth NOT, IN ANY FUCKING MANNER, SIGNIFY 'WHERE.' 'WHEREFORE' DOTH SIGNIFY 'WHY.'

SHE DOTH INQUIRE WHY HIS NAME IS ROMEO. CURSE ALL OF YOU! CURSE ALL OF YOU VIGOROUSLY! I DO HOLD SHAKESPEARE IN THE UTMOST OF SERIOUS REGARD!

🔥 vil-the-fallen Follow

Romeo, Romeo

Why the fuck is you, Romeo

🍎 sunshine-princie Follow

Gonna go stand in a creek, do you guys need anything?

📰 tired-principal Follow

#Yeah I need you to find a leaf #and gently set it in the water #and watch it solemnly as it floats away

🍎 sunshine-princie Follow

Finally. A reasonable request.

👑 ruler-of-everything Follow

Hell? Empty. All the devils? Here.

👑 ruler-of-everything Follow

Oh by the damn'd, this jest was not of the ribald "dick? out" variety; 'twas but a quote from Shakespeare. Abstain from vulgarity.

💣 ur-fav-villain Follow

Hell : Empty

Devils : Here

Dick : Out

💣 ur-fav-villain Follow

It's what Shakespeare would've wanted

🌌 i-am-nowhere Follow

Can we stop shipping real people. Can we not do that anymore ever.

👑 ruler-of-everything Follow

Upon my last inquiry, such an act was termed "human trafficking", a deed most foul in the eyes of the law.

👑 ruler-of-everything Follow

I may have just received word that this text post doth not concern that matter in the slightest.

👻 died-2019 Follow

@ ruler-of-everything why do you talk like that?

👑 ruler-of-everything Follow

Dost thou wish for me to converse in the vulgar tongue of modern, simplified speech?

👻 died-2019 Follow

Can you even do that?

👑 ruler-of-everything Follow

I can, yes.

You think I read how you all talk and I don't know how to replicate it? What kind of fool do you take me for?

💣 ur-fav-villain Follow

#Ghost why did you modernize him. Why did you do that. #What did you gain from this cursed media. #Shame on you.

[poison-ninja-star]

😈 meow meow

Um...upon further study, I believe "meow meow" is a fictional character who is oft placed in a villainous role but thou feels sympathetic to their plight? Thou will have to pardon any inaccuracies, I hope I hath understood thyne question correctly!

As for mine answer...hm...I suppose I would hath to give that title to Queen Clytemnestra from the play Agamemnon. Most oft, she is portrayed as a spiteful bitter wife, but if one thinks deeply then thou can see her reasoning. After all, her husband sacrificed their child, Iphigenia, without her knowledge! If that were not a stinging blow enough, he returns with a new woman claimed as spoils of war!

Indeed, murder twas a rather drastic act. Especially since the new woman Cassandra did naught to deserve her wrath. However, I findeth her to be rather tragic unlike some who perceive her as purely malicious!

[koala-fluff]

First request, accomplished! Hopefully, the others will be coming soon :)

Thank you anon for the ask! I hope you like it!

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Original Request: I saw that your requests are now open. If you're still writing for amphibia, could you do a switch!marcy switch!sasha and switch!anne please.

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Flowers and Giggles

While searching for flowers, mischief is found.

“Why are we out here again?” Sasha grumbled, smacking a branch away from her face.

Marcy mumbled under her breath, searching the undergrowth. Sasha rolled her eyes, aware that she hadn't heard her.

“We're out here because Marcy wanted our help collecting rare flowers.” Anne whispered, nudging Sasha's arm. “She wants samples before we leave Amphibia tomorrow!”

Sasha sighed. “There's no guarantee that the King will be able-”

“AHA!” Marcy sprinted away, stumbling in front of a beautiful yellow flower.

“Jesus Christ…” Sasha muttered, clutching her chest. “What the heck, Marcy?”

Anne chuckled and crouched down next to her friend. “It's really pretty, Mar-Mar!”

Marcy nodded vigorously, squealing happily. Sasha sighed, smiling in amusement, and sat on Marcy's other side.

“It's… yellow.” Sasha said, chuckling.

“Great observation.” Anne said, rolling her eyes with a grin. She reaches around Marcy to shove the blonde.

“Hey!” Sasha scoffed, shoving the brunette in turn. The two get into a wrestling match behind Marcy.

“Guys, cut it out!” Marcy sighed, continuing to study the plant. She writes notes in her journal, grumbling when one of her friends bumps into her.

She winced when a shriek sounded behind her, but didn't even get up. “Really guys?”

“IhI'MM DYHYING!” Anne screamed, writhing in the ground, trapped in Sasha's bear hug.

“No you're not.” Sasha teased, digging her fingers into Anne's sides. “Don't be dramatic!”

Marcy rolled her eyes as Anne snorted at the fingers that krept up her ribs. The brunette leaned back, knocking Sasha off balance. The two tussled in the grass, trading pokes and squeezes.

“Gihive uhup!” Anne giggled, jolting as Sasha digs her fingers into her hips. “NAHAHA!”

“YOHOU FIHIRST!” Sasha retorted, cackling as Anne targeted her armpits.

Marcy sighed, unable to keep the smile off her face. She kept writing notes as the duo squirmed behind her. Her careful handwriting was skewed as a foot hit her arm.

“Who did that?” She huffed, turning around. The duo didn't answer, caught up in their battle. “Fine!” The smallest girl scowled, grabbing Anne by the ankle. “How dare you!”

“MAHAHARCY!” Anne shrieked as the girl targeted her knees. “IHIT WAHAHSN'T ME!”

“Yeah, Marce!” Sasha whooped, skittering her nails down Anne's back. “Nice sneak attack!”

“IHI'LL SHOW YOHOU A SNEAK ATTACK!” Anne lunged at Sasha, digging her fingers into her ribs. The blonde immediately collapsed in hysterics.

Marcy giggled and crawled over, fluttering her nails against Sasha's neck, making her squeal. Sasha flailed, cackling in the foliage. She rolled away, evading Anne's hands for a moment.

Twas all the time she needed. She pounced on both her friends, targeting Anne's hip and Marcy's stomach.

Marcy squealed and melted, her muscles turning to jelly. Anne shrieks and jumps away, giggling madly. She shakes her head and looks back at her friends, smiling fondly.

“SAHAHASHA!” Marcy squealed as ten fingers dug into her stomach, making her squirm. “PLEHEASE!”

“Please what, Mar-Mar?” Sasha asked, chuckling. “Please let Anne tickle you too?” She looked up, eyes locking with Anne's.

Anne grinned and crawled over, wiggling her fingers under Marcy's arms. “I will gladly assist with murdering our friend!”

Marcy wheezed, her face red as a cherry as her friends cooed at her. “WHYHY MEHE?”

“Because you're adorable, Mar-Mar!” Sasha said, playing her belly like a piano.

Anne nodded, giggling as Marcy's nose scrunched. “Besides, it's not like you hate it!”

Marcy's face reddened more. “SHUHUHUSH!” She whined, shaking her head.

“Mmmno.” Anne giggled, scratching at her friend's ribs. “Nobody will be shushing today!”

She was correct, and the trio didn't return till the sun had set.

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I hope you enjoyed! Next up: Hunter and Willow from the Owl House!

Have a grandiose day/night and don't forget to go on a walk and stretch your legs!

[sanguinarysanguinity]

for the WIP meme, i know i already asked about it, but any more about FotH timeloop and also i am intrigued by Guthrie DIRKED 👀

From the Timeloop AU, which at this point is mostly an excuse to whump everyone in sight:

It was the stuff of nightmares, Keith lying bleeding in his arms. It had been his nightmare, only the night before; now it was real. Ewen felt for the wound, hoping that his warning had fouled Lachlan's blow, but God had not looked kindly on them: dark stuff frothed at Keith's lips. Keith's hand found Ewen's. He struggled to speak, but no intelligible word crossed his lips.  "My God, my God!" Ewen murmured. "Windham…! Keith…!" There was no reply. Keith died so, his eyes fast on Ewen's, and Ewen's hand held tightly in his. His hand went slack, his eyes emptied. Ewen could have wept. Too cruel, to be given the foresight to save Keith, and still fail him at the last! The dream, with Keith's sweet words for him, sweet words and the gift of Keith's ring, now seemed a mockery of what had passed. Was this what the Sight was? To see the future, with no chance to avert it? Those with the Sight were often a little strange; Ewen now thought 'twas a wonder they did not run mad.

~ ~ ~

From Major Guthrie DIRKED, which is exactly what it says on the tin: Guthrie gets dirked, and it turns out that the only thing worse than a living Guthrie is a dead Guthrie...

Keith knelt and felt one of Guthrie's hands, then his face and neck. "He's not long dead; his body is still warm. Where are his seconds, damn it?" But the question was soon answered, for they heard the crunch of hurried footsteps and a voice calling out an apology for being late. Keith and Ewen looked up, only to see the redcoat officer entering the clearing stop in his tracks, his mouth open in shock and surprise.  An instant later his hand was on his sword. "What have you done!" Drawing his sword, he advanced. Keith and Ewen stood and retreated, yielding the body to him. The officer was not alone; two others followed. "You have murdered him!" the first accused, kneeling over the body. "Murdered!" one of his fellows called, and they both rushed forward, one with sword drawn, the other shouldering away the first to kneel beside the body. The missing doctor, evidently, by the businesslike way he addressed himself to Guthrie's corpse. "Aye, it's murder," he pronounced after a moment. "Guthrie is dead." He looked up accusingly at Keith and Ewen. "And not moments ago, either."

[jefarawol]

I had ruined so many lives, Haurchefant was dead because of me. Estinien had been twisted and manipulated from my feelings by Nidhogg, and I had broken Aymeric's heart. I could see it bleeding more every second. Everything came back to me. My fault. My sins. My burden to bear. I felt empty, my body moving on its own like I was spectating my life from afar.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·  

You dare summon me again, mortals?

Great Hraesvelgr, 'tis not lightly that we beg this audience. Pray hearken to our words, for they concern the future of man and dragon both.

Greetings, Hraesvelgr. I am Aymeric de Borel, acting ruler of the nation of Ishgard. I am come before you to parley on behalf of my people.

To parley? Thinkest thou thy purpose unclear to me? Thou art come to beg mine aid in the battle against the shade of my brood-brother.

You...foresaw mine intent.

I but read that which is writ plain in thine eyes. Would that thou had wit enough to scry the answer in mine. My beloved Shiva did once build a bridge 'twixt man and dragon─a bridge which thy treacherous forefathers saw fit to tear down, as thou well knowest.

Thinkest thou Nidhogg was alone in despairing at the murder of our brood-sister? Thinkest thou mine own soul did not cry out for vengeance? Know then that upon that accursed day, my heart did wither in my breast, and thy kind become unto me the harbingers of despair. 'Tis only Shiva's gentle dream that preventeth me from flying at Nidhogg's shoulder. Be grateful that I swore to abjure aggression ere I consumed her.

��I permit my children to offer or deny thee aid as they see fit; to warn thy people of my brood-brother's coming. That thou wouldst dare ask more of me but affirmeth thine incurable arrogance.

We understand that in your despair at man's betrayal, you seek only the refuge of solitude.Alphinaud: But despite your protestations of spent faith, do you not still nurture the smallest flame of hope?

Perceivest thou such light in the dusk of mine existence?

I do. If you claim I see falsely, then tell me: why did you consent to bear Ysayle upon your back?

Ysayle... Piteous, deluded Ysayle. The child did lament her past sins, and sought to balance the scales with her remaining days. 'Twas her unquenchable passion, so alike to that of my beloved, which did spur me into flight. And for mine own part, I would countenance no longer the hands of evil men to use my brood-brother's eye for ill.

[sezja]

Febuwhump Day 26: Forced to Choose Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV Characters/Ship: Sanson Smyth/Guydelot Thildonnet, Original Characters Triggers/Content warnings:

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven, Part Twelve

Swiftly and quietly, he presses on through the Shroud, heart in his throat. He's lost time, and lost the trail - but he clings to the one clue he has: Guydelot will be slain somewhere on the road between Gridania and Gyr Abania... and surely somewhere close. They'll not want to drag a struggling, likely swearing man through the entire Shroud in search of the perfect place. It may be the dead of night, but there will still be people about - hunters, Wailers on patrol...

So. Somewhere he'll be found, but not somewhere they'll be interrupted. Somewhere nearby, but not so near as to be suspiciously close to Astarnaix's old haunt.

Guydelot, he thinks, not for the first time. Where are you?

Guydelot, with his knowledge of the Shroud's many hiding spots, would be indispensable here, and Sanson has never missed him so keenly. He would know the most likely places a band of miscreants would take a man to dispose of him in such a way that might send a message... but the task falls instead to Sanson, whose strengths lay elsewhere.

So be it; I can do this. I must.

Not near the Hawthorne Hut. Not near any of the watchtowers situated along the path. Not near the docks, where any passing stranger coming to the East Shroud might stumble upon them as they carry out their bloody work. Not near Little Solace; the Sylphs there are friends to mankind, and would never allow for murder on their doorstep, even if there weren't men of the Adders stationed there.

Frustration tears at him, makes him indecisive. Where... where...?

"Captain Smyth!"

A voice, loud as a whipcrack, tears him from his thoughts. Sanson whirls. A small company of Twin Adder soldiers closes in on him, led by a Commander he doesn't recognize... looking furious. This bodes ill.

He salutes as best he can, his heart sinking, stomach churning. He'd known this was likely when he'd sent Raicheille for a healer - surely someone must have realized Nourval was no longer in his cell by now. Or that the girl had been missing for the better part of the day. Or that Sanson himself had paid a visit to Nourval twice in one day, once with the missing girl in tow. Whatever the case, his recklessness was bound to have its consequences.

He'd simply hoped they'd not rear their heads until after Guydelot was safe.

"Sir, I-"

"You have a great deal of explaining to do, Captain, and you'll be fortunate not to find yourself behind bars at the end of it." The man seethes. "You stand accused of-"

Obedience and duty be damned; he doesn't have the time for this. "Sir, I am in the process of disrupting a plot to foster war between Gridania and Ala Mhigo," he interrupts, urgency making his voice sharper than his wont when dealing with a superior officer. "And disrupting the murder of an officer of the Twin Adder in the aid of that plot."

The man flounders a moment, caught off-guard by the interruption. "You-"

"Did you bring a healer? Did you find Nourval?"

The Commaner's face purples; another man steps forward to answer. "A conjurer is seeing to the man's wounds. 'Twas Nourval himself who sent us this way to find you, Captain."

In the dark, he hadn't recognized the fellow; Sanson blinks, abruptly realizing the voice belongs to one of his own unit's members. "Liautroix?"

"Is it true the Lieutenant is in danger?" And that's Lariat. They'd brought his own unit to arrest him? The nerve-

He steadies himself. "Yes... yes. Even now, it may be too late-"

"Enough of this!" The Commander regains his composure. "Captain Smyth, if even half of what you claim is true, you should have reported it to the Order, not taken it into your own hands. Return with me to the Adders' Nest at once. If there is indeed a plot to disrupt relations between Gridania and Ala Mhigo, we must act quickly to see that the delegates are kept safe, and all knowledge of this plot brought to light. All other considerations can wait."

All other considerations- "You would leave Guydelot to die."

"One man, weighed against a war?"

Sanson hears the ice in his own voice: "A familiar dilemma."

The Commander seems to recall, at last, to whom he speaks. His face darkens once more; he has the sense to look ashamed. "'Tis a decision no man wishes to make, Captain, but a soldier's life is the coin a nation may use to defend her safety. If we are forewarned of this murderous attempt to spark a war, then even should his death be discovered, nothing will come of it. You must return with me to Gridania to tell us all you know!"

He doesn't move. Can't move. To forsake Guydelot now-

These are my men, he remembers. Hopes. "Liautroix," he says, ignoring the Commander. "With me. Lariat, find the conjurer; if they have done all they can for Nourval, follow me. Guydelot will have need of healing, I'm sure of it."

"Captain-" The Commander's voice rises again.

But Sanson's already running, relieved to hear footsteps behind him; his men have obeyed him - out of fondness and admiration for Guydelot, no doubt. He scarcely knows where he's going, trusting instinct alone to guide him in Astarnaix's footsteps. He leaves the Serpent Commander behind, shouting in vain about losing his rank, being arrested, being charged for treason on top of all else-

It doesn't matter. Sanson made his choice at the start of all of this; all that remains is to abide by it.

[waitingforwinterwinds]

Hopping from foot to the other, he sang, "Fool's blood, king's blood, blood on the maiden's thigh, but chains for the guests and chains for the bridegroom, aye aye aye."

Hmmm, prophecy or nonsense? Clearly ("bridegroom") about a wedding, but which?

Sansa and Tyrion's? Fool's blood, king's blood could mean Tyrion, he is of Joffrey's blood, thus king's blood, but he's treated like he's not a true member of the bloodline by his father, like fool's gold...

blood on the maiden's thigh could mean Sansa's newly 'blossomed' status.

And it is an act made to chain the couple to Tywin and Cersei's will.

Or I might be reaching and it could be about one of the other fun (sarcasm) weddings lined up.

@dreamingdruka is making fun of me, that's so mean. How could you? ಥ_ಥ (I'm joking 🤭)

Urgh, no but seriously, sometimes I imagine y'all sitting there bursting with barely contained spoilers. There will come a day when I catch up, and look back and we can all go "damn you said some stupid stuff, Reader." because I have no doubt that I have.

But I could say more.

Cause here's the thing about prophecy nonsense: it has to apply widely but be specific at the same time. There's got to be this line between "at some point, some things will happen, and then things will be not the same as right not" levels of vague and "the seer is legally required to preface all prophecy with 'Spoiler Warning' before they begin" levels of specific.

...omg I would legit read a series where that was a thing.

👀 "And, Spoiler Warning, [future events that are way too specific to be randomly generated on the spot.]" 🌿 "What the hell, how could you know that?" 👀 "I read the script~" 🌿 "The, the what?" 💫 "Look, don't think about it too hard, just accept this is how the seer processes the infinite cosmic wisdom beyond all mortal ken swirling through their brain, and go with it." 👀 "Mhm, the director doesn't like when we lean on the fourth wall."

Anyway, the thing with Patchface's little song? It could apply to so much, like:

If we assume that "bridegroom" is literal, it could apply to any of the three/four weddings that matter in the series.

Red Wedding: Fool/King: could easily both be Robb, a king who behaved foolishly and opened the way for the betrayal and bloodshed Blood on the maiden's thigh: a little looser on this one, but Robbs wife could count, despite not being a virginal maiden, she's not yet a mother by birth, therefore could still be counted Bridegroom in chains: Edmure, he became a hostage directly after his marriage, very literally in chains Chains on the guests: though Robb's party didn't know it, they were already prisoners in the hall

Sansa/Tyrion: See yesterday's rambling thoughts above

Purple wedding: the Fool: Ser Dontos, both a literal court Fool, and killed on his way out with Sansa the King: Joffery, also the Bridegroom, who was killed with a substance called the strangler, so it's a little metaphorical, but I've done wibblier Blood on the maidens thigh: I'm coming back to Sansa again, because she was tangentially related to the murder, Chains on the guests: Sansa starts as a literal hostage, and Tyrion ends up in prison

Margaery/Tommen: ... actually this one went pretty well, love you kids but, 'twas not very memorable. Let's ignore it.

And these options are all assuming two things:

1: "Bridegroom" is literal, and not some metaphor for someone making vow or oath, promising their life to a cause or service in a way that can be considered akin to marriage.

2: The event was not chopped from the show like Patchface, singer of prophecy nonsense, and therefore beyond my realm of knowledge.

I honestly don't know which would be funnier, if I got it right at any of these points, if i got it right but for the wrong reasons, right reasoning wrong conclusion, or I somehow managed to miss absolutely every obvious clue and whizzed past at warp speed and am no longer in the same galaxy as the answer.

And then all y'all be sitting there, knowing, and letting me get there in my own time.

Thank you for that. And I am so sorry. 😅

[laresearchette]

Friday, October 18, 2024 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)

WHERE CAN I FIND THOSE PREMIERES?: FANATICAL: THE CATFISHING OF TEGAN AND SARA (Disney + Star) RIVALS (Disney + Star) BEST BITE WINS (The Roku Channel) MADS (Shudder) THE CURSE OF THE NECKLACE (Tubi) HAPPY’S PLACE (CTV) 7:30pm LOPEZ VS. LOPEZ (CityTV) 7:30pm SHARK TANK (CTV) 8:00pm S.W.A.T (Global) 8:00pm ‘TWAS THE DATE BEFORE CHRISTMAS (W Network) 8:00pm FIRE COUNTRY (Global) 9:00pm BLUE BLOODS (CTV) 10:00pm IT'S FLORIDA, MAN (HBO Canada) 11:00pm

WHAT IS NOT PREMIERING IN CANADA TONIGHT? HYSTERIA! (Premiering on October 22 on Showcase at 9:00pm)

NEW TO AMAZON PRIME CANADA/CBC GEM/CRAVE TV/DISNEY + STAR/NETFLIX CANADA:

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THE FIFTH ESTATE (CBC) 9:00pm: Canadian animation pioneer Daniel Langlois was known for films like the Matrix and Jurassic Park. When the millionaire and his partner were killed in Dominica last December, it exposed a web that extends into politics and corruption.

THE PROMISED LAND (Crave) 9:00pm: In 18th-century Denmark, a war hero sets out to tame a vast land that's under the rule of Frederik De Schinkel, a merciless nobleman. As a new community settles in, De Schinkel swears vengeance, leading to a violent and intense confrontation.

CRIME BEAT (Global) 10:00pm (SEASON PREMIERE): A young female taxi driver is found murdered in 1990; investigators work to come up with a viable suspect, but the case goes cold; Senior Crime reporter Nancy Hixt goes through the investigation and shares what finally led to a break in the case.

MY HAUNTED HOMETOWN (T&E) 10:00pm: Investigating the consequences of not letting the deceased rest in peace; a look into how a plot of Mississippi land and a Michigan home became living nightmares.

PERFECT DAYS (Crave) 11:10pm: Hirayama feels content with his life as a toilet cleaner in Tokyo. Outside of his structured routine, he cherishes music on cassette tapes, reads books and takes photos. Through unexpected encounters, he reflects on finding beauty in the world.

[libidomechanica]

At first great a curious blame

A ballad sequence

               1

And in morning branches play. Shah, who promist both     brains and ogled, at lean heavily against some rest; my tongue so sweetest landing back     to dine. The summer all that in one

whose holy priest things will love engendering from     death a heart: I stretch did knows when the rest, and keep me alive, not one time shouts within     its life filled, and the stake, Centuries—

of artists dying new, highly parts of fame whose     gentle hears that for an empire of Frogs still, the place where more th’ almighties     vew, of her own: tis too much, Cynara!

With tears of these spindrift pages nor for heroes     with sweet, so long, that shine; and tymely ioyes, that sober hue deuise, while to mournful—     but model of all that grows and coughing

fork deep in thy sweet pleases.—And maun I still     on Menie do? When there could be that which I use to me yours though as yet thought, though theyr eccho     ring. Come when will the woods no more

ioyfulst day then, so remember I did honour’d,     and softly said, oh Shah, he saw him not said I looked like the joint narrative does not     why, and things were not Helen in his

tumult of prey, rather variety, as seraphs’     shines upon her face. An’ it will— the same groan doth hinder your hand, nor grieved his same     chance is blessing-room, like diuers fethered

with snow; yet with beauty’s fable, poesy, the     cold Aurora could not choose my bright her might he lean’d against some horses, girls, she has     twa spark of glowing and limb to list

of triumph I’ll bury alive, not even for     Heaven. She listening tride, helpe to deuoure, with no temptations must remains sharp to me, what     the christall bed remain ground vase, singing

roguish een. My arms full of ruin! We driven     out the day, come winter’s ragged hands as trees. Or not a chemical mixture. Or     would I hide what people out, a pose.

               2

Then in his whole nation’s errors?     I seem Angels, twice or that neuer sunny skies. One     another’s sea, than the heart,

I know that traced something accents,     with frisked what was doom’d—a case of living corn wi’ me? To     hye bears logs into thee,

Cynara! We were barren as     Ioue her till swollen shut our own door, in the same—it weare:     yet she musical tennis

match-making among outlasts     us all: wreck did rayse, youth, though we cease on, methinks more     deep, the poem is come

when they ranges its own gentleness     and merry-making in their resolves—alas! Of it     for wealth had good humour

such slight or wring you with its wings.     And her on the ruin’d to flie, and vnreuealed pleases. And whereas     blacke seem’d his perjured,

murder. Doe lyke gold-eyed serpent     dwell within my heartbeat is it men dark as nighing its     agonizing throbs; and

be wisely wanton naigies nine     or ten times starting of pleasures, then what if he had to     make it seems a sorry

jest: but the diseases, and cures     not even to be seen; when then the same thy treasure, the     op’ning Phoebus gins the

breeze, that t was fix’d upon our     cartridges? ’Er is my inner recesses of the sets     up. But for repetition;

observed as an expert on     make our eccho ring. But oh! To which of all is said, because     a fresh sensational

facility, if such a     lady sweet prison all that dimmed, thy cup is ruby-rimmed.     The quiet would have been

no poem obeying in all     the loser. And you see,— with shrill and look, even them about     love their rose, and let

the eyes seem to flie, and others     fethered wings the springs when seated in the leg. My     lovely lea? Form a pained

well for all be call’d for his own     ribs what if the sphere I see Heav’ns so oftentimes beene thy     little butterfly flies

and bear amiss, but various     hed. Perhaps may answer and the falling Despaire hates     Come in the clear the night.

               3

White) there wine is so rare, and have made banked be fair.     Place its vanity. Make feast ioy, by nature, my grief lies budded, her modesty, or     that wing thy blessing anyway, cared

for an Hermitage. And no more—one liuerie, both shines     in everything was getting words—but which sits as dew on roses and greedy pikes all     my argument, three till it seemes

more vpon the horses, girls these, I’m all by name. Decline;     her joys, her while their health, or little hand thoughts that which promise always hearts; and admit     to knowing where Joan doth brains ouer

her displaies his time it is nipp’d, and no soone her     whiles shines equal arming soul; while were you must perch harmony, from noble, I was a     bird. That should follow then delights dreadful

dame. Many, O, the blood on it. Would have at     least, pecking revenge shall flower, fairing moors was on her dearly; the heather-bells, and     goodness and seems but an only cam’st

to gaze, and hoary mountayne vie to approch to     the house in my wailing them answer and on the one prepared to me. You falter now     forest leave postes and yonder and

whereas insists, in Nature to where was a lady     sweet breath’d defence: for if Sins will give me a snares shall fleeth afore fainting crave much,     Cynara! And years I must be worth

thy door. Near the power in growing can discrie, which     to the books with someone who wants hornes? Foxes crave thou hast enough, and she has twa     sparkling roguish een. The life filled

on the joy; but when the widest laces, especial,     in thy story, are fools or her more white Tablet—Yes—’tis universes cease you’re     living all ye virgins leap, and you

would be forgot much resounds the still have seen then     she said, and there can reason hate so many ill with the Earth for innocent, wholly     her in whom Love with the rocks, and kept

hold. Thou hast restraint or best to know there half there     never shows, they have grow by their variety: with the first just defray, and me time,     because t was dory, relieved for

successful prophet should I lose by the Indian     Ganges’ side should rather mournful— but mournful of all keep, when there is lovely, and     hanging, by degree, mocks all the wild?

               4

Where is no word; if they should flowers     fair, kind of living dispers to you should and feature.     Your approaching hand serene,

accompliment, and gentle     favorite scene, her snowie necke lyke gold-eyed serpent dwell within     my brows like a fish. Now

lay to you, Cynara! Desire     is no more. But certes it conducted personal     quiet lake, and all the

evil of mind. When Love tempests     of good shoes from harmonious set me for someone setting     blush to run her hearts.

What at my luck of sacred peaks     of straws, being men or shall bed remains sharply crystal     clear location of advice.

Today i’m filled with reward,     or whether than it not feruent be for thus entangled     in her head some way to

you saw. Yon wander may. Every     tongue. Aurora could share its servility till do not     inflate and the sunlight

routes, sustains, and he came and not     self-deceiving in or our Eyes; a Cataract that resource,     tis too are not warm

heart, to dight, it seemed to filch away     from what my fire: the humming roguish een. The former     head. Also observe, thou

thus the sky which to trust, enjoy’d     no soone to where you, Cynara! That all aloud, and sometimes     refigures, and

seem at such a lady, if that     never, long, when Hesperus his sullen art exercised     in the mountains my wailing

Spring at my feeble to     do with pulse each sparkling roguish een. But here. Men: with     the daisy’s side; so as

to be so caught her month to a     bowle of a red-rose treacher at place on my heart doth     behoue, and yet more ioyfulst

day till the my church the ill, to     which you turn with no deep in my sprights; ne let falsifie. With     a thorny stem; an’ she

has twa sparkling roguish een.     An’ she had, as if we so may slip from thy fellowship     I needs must conference is

bleeding his book. Give up all     already cited; her bread and thus far as hell, as drowns theyr     drery accents sings on

flitting blush’d with pity grace and     Voltaire, of one or take to print age, of such skilled, shepherds     pipe on oaten straws, every

water, like a dance of married     men; for the more thereunto doe delite, which red     medusaes mazeful hed.

               5

My friend and listening the rocks once-     a-boy pilfering it to work&weep. But when turtle buildeth     the rest beloved

you. Women, which choke him from     commission, such canals of winning truly love, that all—which     is especiall grace and

with Pearl, her very short, upon     our mouth were place the unswept sea; a grey peelings to frights;     ne let them bring itself

of its own laws—my ball room for     Death nor atom that winds throne, are you may, and if let in     insistinguish beyond

my own affected by the     disaligned. When blood boil like this loue me not, her vogue of     all day the wild-woods may

answers I am, the French will     go much know, i’m half enclosed fist that’s in her earlier     days to shame stole their health,

or comfort breeds love, and rend apart     the lurking sweetly, and proud rather variety,     or glorious power.

               6

To version of Dracula my     favor, hearts? Her stomach! The shrinking of musk and I don’t     recall argument; and

maidens, be vnto my grief lies; when     his voice was his name; but O for this one who would not now     head is sting has been before

mysterious? At that it     looked like it and now to their day, ’ thought to stand yet the plain,     for lo the tuneful quill.

My own dark garden and that day     my desire: I have oftentiment. The statesmen utter;     would you dispossesse

with thoroughly inconsistent,     how chearefull rymes, that suffer things he: descended     him. And I descride in

Marses livery prauncing in     my father the silence in an empires, and now, the     prospective, though all ill?

               7

True that she may proceed upon     her destined course; graceful all our sight; have hardly mixt, and     constructive of all seemde

but in the world blue in my fair     heaven’s glorious meats displaies his arms, to have hardly     any air. That fall into

memory disinterest     spite, fool, said I althoughts are left, alas! I have no more     sheep, not thing down its zone.

               8

To our Eccho ring. Growing light,     of sprites hast so much too weak relief was doom’d—a man,     with people meant to worship

that desecration—professors     of those troubles loaded with woman and still dead, and     can’t tell whence that was a

Catholic, too, a turbot for this     sort of her place of prey, rather cheek, passion, fury, frantic     indignation now.

In the sun hath rudded, her beauteous     Bride. Hearing the daily. Was nothing expresse Night-gear     wrought that dandy while burns

and wiser than once affeard: ne     let mischieuous witched and hear horse, if I have to the trouts     doe daunce vnto her smiled enough,

an’ it will love you are the     golden fruit, and just as blythe thick jaws, the quietly she     now my love, the day, and

cannot Musick the seas; an’ she     hath their thou art than spurring thrusts into thee, or the former     lay to spy: for all

that mote thy mammie’s wark, an’ it     winna let armes embracing car nor peer nor the evil     of mine: but, ere the band.

               9

The smile could care but paine still have     I know not think I should ease and eke receive it also,     there was bonie Bell. On Cessnock banks a lassie dwels sweetest     lad, and your own gentleness and till it ceased to the beam     time or conquers what

humanity. And short, but an ashen-     gray delights of wine, that should I meet? We might to see     the chorded shell, that shines serene with vncalled me so stammer     all becoming offend, will thing—to which Aurora     was of the tall trees. Get

far with joined hand on the joy or     mistress who favourite plat’ of many soon; they are thus     into excellent advice, are the same spectacle of     the understood. With awful Drink making sense to readiness,     and deface in tender

glade—there can do; therefore     mysteries; nor shades and deem’d to lives. It also, we went grey,     as in the weekday wears, and somehow things I can terms     unhandsome, on readily, or two, which I fear the victory     white-plastic-gloved as soil.

And tymely seed, then night with     them back the sun was sinking senses, other made banked dapper     Cupid, thou know it; silence decay. And great a curse     to readiness, Mercy changes itself from time we were     turnstiles, and taught with rough

to it winna let a body     be. The troubled spheres begin with honour’d, and yet, such close,     in hope we see not, It will, it weare away, when what source,     tis time it leaves are lift the falling of this superlative     of loues, shall untune

their resolves—alas! And then our     victories of her loudly placed between the sense the warm caves     in your own darkness and hear the next, a brief break, break my     heart like to adorne: while his still the bowre of blue devil     was in her lion roll

in man’s own peculiar part and     gay, to look at you shouldst rubies find it simple boone refuse,     but by the lark, ’tween Tyrian, for if Sins will open     its branching the lamps expire witless like books entered, your     dew time, he’s racing less

of bonie Jean. The Shah, he saw her     blows eight is comes almost true. Is sweet, O Love, dear! But never     knowledge springs me near to you, thoughts go free, angels     all silver-white. And a beggar before fiction is than     for to pine with its

multitude of ether revolution,     drink in her know, what is best, the cold, she seeds itself     of its broad-flung rose with Dians winged and maidens, be hear, and     they were cold and concerned; the ground the scorn that curl the balmy     air, at kirk or mass;

for the sences the time. And Miss     Knowman. Pear eater glory of his arms long blink is a     house theyr drery accents, long did you in young partridge fillets     on the rack and your fresh and of wrangle; and trip when     I thought her head knocks all

men, even of the Earth to rise     in the morning hard to version of ourselves do cry. Floating     like the Crab behind thou not empty, after than match     where our more, but blush’d a sweet, that creep in their fold, at     seventy minutes on the

lily-of-the-valleys, and the     chronic anger, with younger men to be is also, we     could wish’ to pique a gentleness and of wrangling came in     another, who labour doleful and rare. And everything     expected, thy cup’s heard;

a butterfly with beauty should     death, but blush’d with virginity, and no soone to heare speach     was nothing of a day, Sir; there victor’s brow to pleased to     sleep watch. And thou repent, yet with a flitting brethren stood     from her lay those baubles

me, my thousand creed made in grayne,     like bleating shrill and strength renew, were it brushed it, and horrors     of her and read, must of rest. Thought it was on her     predilectionable matches that sad result of foot, and     walked with men: with heart best

of all. Love is dead with base affeard:     ne let hob Goblins, names sung of musk and yet I heard;     a buttercup in my fashion. I must not enuy my     loue should have you may never than languish beyond what concerned;     and sweeps away by

day’s end, doth range busily seed,     that stil Silence is but women afternoon the weeping     in mine the sea which thy shadow doth hinder younger Love,     you and I so kindle hope of those koi, still, with golden     bars were still such, and a

moderation of June days and     turning other the lips on youthful to you with joined hand     thou art Being and gazed upon his white and diapred lyke     lyllies out of ether by far your sonnets, am beauteous     Bride. Upon its zone.

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Which all the wonderful how oft     to croon. Perhaps t was no doubt, as white as love, I heard,     old Wisdom! What did I

know that would not pin her brest leave     a vestige of the red roses when Cupid’s armory,     and no place was a Fiend,

nor rest, which I cared leave, so surely     to hail the way, observed as sour balls. Be consider     how it is, the scorn that

private place the discharged of the     christall befa’ the gifts that my back your love you too, if     thou not her prayses surface

of Death of passionless, pale,     lips are mended, or grave’s a stock-holders, sprung from grave—as     pitying worse that I

know not the news from the turned myselfe     contradiction. I have Helen in rankes dost love     engrafted to scent came

up from me. Fain woman when I     awoke and so well. Modesty, or out insinuating     myself, that settlemen

who asked, afterwards sometimes     happy influence vpon the mind that I was desolate     and violence, this song

out of living. Or grave—as     pitying matter were mine in fact, his memory the lamps     expire with the crowd all

duns! Wanton Nimph for it winna     let a body like that his palms each breast almightie eating     lies turning bread at midday

moan, and Music raise and watches     I broken by the should have for opposites, the brae,     Sir. In both of their arms

or legs. And thou repent, yet     contemplation many eyes have seen; when he had to make or     two, slight makes all laughing

itself to death’s intervene and     moral odor, a morally have been faith instant in     her in life into one

cadence, the poet’s pages nor     heed my own death and fears that I lived predilection. I     see Heav’ns so often called

tear, which haue all at last forego,     Alas! And I descride in Marses livery pore with     iollity. When Phoebe

from me travel forth, wanting shrill     doth reaching hell! To rise from out the wood aray fit folkes     each bending to the route?

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Church their rotten to byte, her Garments there was the     lineaments, but a prediction is that best: the blue-tick coated Philomel, and Heaven,     his whisper’d him for; and wind by

a fire you. In politic sense. So I vnto her     successful prophesy what the hoary mount they put their common wages of monsters,     easily: Once open for the homage

where our eccho ring. On, to be wed, or when     he wits of Both were five me when my veracious eye besides. When Adeline and Natures     make; thought there cold dust on your love

within the lies betweene, doe ye sleep. High-strung Anthee,     Cynara!—And maun guide it came wonderful hour than thoughts to shines equal arming soul;     whiles ye for man to be and sence would

follow’d, and the notes, peel your mistress nevertheless     cup. Drink wine, bring her and better the gout—taste or take him to get my plaid an’ owre     the Stagyrite: the Mauis descant part

us, leaves thyself it only daughters of hope     of loue to grey; mould be that sources, as form a science annoy the same that gentle     heart nectar—starlings loudly she goes;

pure-bosom’d gable-ends at the fragrance of your     heart is meriment. One behind her promontory, tu-who! There is helpelesse     matrimony make, and wax an ultra-

royalist in the sacrifice, as the balmy     eve; and reason why you by heart. Her tightest leave of nation’s face the drew; her sunne is     immense and Voltaire, of one or be

tied to make the scarcely look twin oppositively     henceforward in lieu of mankind to help us! And now, like a woman,     quite consciousness of this, who even

out melodrames or sprite; there is as a sweet,     so lonely cherish pulses of Mulla which doth in my eyes, in which canals of Ettrick’s     vale, is the reserved virgin pride?

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Entered our child; she remember?     With diamonds not if you gave meant to weave they know they circle     thee, Cynara! Her

forehead like. And the bright time, Sir,     thy cup is ruby-rimmed, that all kinds, that thou art than could     not cry to crim. And teach,

whatever folly, or a spring;     in vain. And whelps at the one hands till at such skill repayre.     Cupid with truth, couldn’t

move, a lovely leave, so I sent     you pleasant guise, which who, not bring itself. Night I could wish’     to pay no memory

of her feare of Frogs still cries. In     better, every stages but fires in a silken courtesy     not run. Go from they

of ioy and wake and suns and delight     thro’ the grueling in proud faces, to chosen Love hath     bred to shame; and the cowslips

blaw, in vain to snowdrifts white     there be, while, with girlands them at my wind blaws loud with me—     a flowers, of the late

to praise. The globe of weale, lips     on the naked trees unrooted left the flagrant breeding     him. Not the worst thickened

thee: then why you bred up by the     lamps expire with much farthest bird has close my love it. All     nightingales an heiress,

and fairy one, but faithful     to thy home, her heartbeat is or was, to humbler promontory,     bring owl, and how

she were riding song: then or fifty     witches too am concerns many hour, when meet, though     not inflate and for ever

ranging so to version of     the tall grass. Thought there five me time would wish she nursed of     triumphal muffles too, daily

news printed to scent.—This sullen     art exercised in her frail. With whom I hope we shall     to Truth, unsullied by

the sees her how quickly form’d or     love you may not so great Iuno, while ye may: the while praise?     Of asphodel, that

usual part. Not till I die. She     deere loves but what was in. Treasure of our faces, bring your     lit harvest for which wander

may the proud with golden ring     the Worse? With any Letter paradise is not the same     loving man’s decline; mourn,

becomes in even after heart’s     false esteem: yet she scars of their fold, at seventy minutes     on the murmurs to

your eyes like must that same reason     which expands, there is none doth in thee quickly the her     Or naething of the Jews.

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With silence can be consider     how it so happen’d, in tears of the sunlike, taking married     earth and sleepy eyes

and what hurt her. Upon a shutter,     ever life to mind that I gaze, and bear the mind assume     its sweetness up into

seamless a face is far the     desp’rate game thy cheered besides. Moth, pod of my mouth. I have     seen was nothing finer

thanks are not the way into     arithmetic beyond the soft and happy hour, gives off noise     and Voltaire, of one or

best; dissimulation of     Dracula my fairest maids were not the face, why come to praise.     At you pleasant guise, the

uncertaine, with no deep in thin     shell the woods and while our eccho ring. Also the ruin’d to     pieces. Juan was with a

paint the woods and ice, or pink, of     no Son. The cuckoo; cuckoo! Would lovely leaves in a wondrous     scope, who for five months

and her, less for that I was, to     females of the hills of celebrity dined was by it     true. Article at her

mind, and the carefull dampe, his     golden wyre, sprinckled with thee thy mind. You will, to take him     from car to year before

not thy neck round and I switches     flames whose is not a Prison making in my bonie, O. Live     to roost I peeled bits of

good collection; which death, which no     one bearable, circle their imagination, or ten     times happier, be it

ten for opposites, then, on ever     paradice, or with fresh; an’ it winna let a body     deranges tell; also

true, ’ have ears: there are few they     don’t recall the disaligned. Were warm them come back your     dearly; that’s beautiful.

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Of myself from the proud of deeds.     I put him on the nature the band.—Of the lived long vveary     day has raptures

these some way to sing: the Deep know     no such alcoves to towre, and gild the bloom to graunt, by Angels     watch and mein; our lasses

for that landing something finer     than what I see it gloom will your borders, the eight as     a new, but as simply

murder. Sweet said it; ’ a kind of     my songs the present Deity life, which a thorn, within     our victory while poor Beauty!

Life—this sublime and Attic     has nothing hard by, made likewise which were firm, who, while thy     face and straining a kitchen

cabinet, I read and dress head     my Cupidon broke loose, and blest but twice or take as on     her e’e? Has been take it

all the whole world can fright me; when     Healths and sung in or out in some splendour, her form, her face!     But sadder musical

tennis mate for such as she, adornd     with a slight must have already. Swamp of the cornice-     wreathes of an old passing

roguish een. And everything     finer politician; or—what is it there be, while ye     may: the dying man he

laying the Westerne fome: this day     let the days of foot, and hear horse, the pride, and your head unto     such a lady, and

all that such was gray: I must remain     grounded him. A heart allow’d by unrest. Loved worker     handing vppe without blemish

or stain order tone came on,     and sick of an old face, her very sage, admiring home     in the surface of woll,

while you learn to dress. Imagining     bright, with this tale o’ love: o Jeanie wist, the flowers,     than complaints forehead like.

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How the rich and bruised, which expands,     though probably presume to say my courting upon the cycle’s     change thou would swim in

its den, and suns and in possessed     with and wake and Dick the sphere I see Heav’n will complex and     thinks we may leaves thy heart

feels alone like to themselves, closets,     silks. And the trembling Croud, some prettily for the morning,     quench like and quell? I

have stood around, luminous, general:     t is by man the ground; womanlike, taking on the     future to where a decent

spouse, her could crack where no way     to tease on, and haunch of all ill? When daisies pied and     butterfly with nature still

endure than guess so far off, why,     I’d expire, nor would crack where your magics, spells, and mirror     on a state. And supposed

wonder oats forepast; an’     it with two pink, two orange, two green and their meaning the     lay;—his dying idle.

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With a brassy, shall command the radio and     he knew not why she no longer dressed. It has words came on, and my head again appeare,     care shown. But let me sleep. But the silks,

innumerable ray, let the profaned, if     you pleased to be by bigots shake in a day the ev’ning the cowslips from meeting, as     urbanity require? Cold and

grieve. Mong ice, and grow vaster nature of my bosom,     is Jenny, fair health, I come, welcome. Nor rested men to that crazed his own preference,     he hath found the Palate till action,

if-’ But her awake out of my soul, and passes     whom but that waters, and gazed upon fold of zest. Loe where roses, roses, roses these,     in their face so please your Eccho ring.

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Aurora sat without blemish     or such Liberty. I was drops on the woods that vow, that     loseth of God! Love is

so rare, and your heart, and teares,     then sudden sad name is Jupiter, my flowers it is     not harp’d upon my heart,

I know whereas inside your rested     as was liberal by nature apt sprite; the mind the minstrels     gin to me all the

hils doth should not suited well; there’s     not what now I will outline of us, the sun strikes     it and not harp’d and for

his terrors? For signal shakings     of The Shah, who would light bring strangely to listen’d to her     when it make to approve

plays the flies; when with itself but     may not suit or marriage was a metaphysic did     excellent and could wish you

do but like to a marble towre,     and daws, and me her kind. When I think that day the gendering     without blemish she

no long, to put therefore my mind     is lover again and thy love answer, and kye, an’ it’s     like the armèd man, the proud

man may sweet snatches of perrill     and brush what the chastned mind at ease me of us pointed     in flowers, and blessing

roar, now let us roll in     masquerade, the which so to us folds his persuasion;     since those flower; a cat

of Priscian, impart. It is to     crime, she me caught him whence would come when touch of the flower     that wad make it was in

the strong in its own and bear the     pageant shall we finde, nor a tear, my Lord, by Fate, are to     offence’s crost;

dissimulation slide. I gave meant; but     walkes about, as in the worst sand. I have had told her     scaly trouts and whole world.

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Since ready money, or a hundred     maybe, black, an’ love the morning, a dashing that better     Women, which I grieved for a quarter. On Cessnock banks     unseen, which ranges its gleamed at table, was Nature of     torments of flower, but

walked with a flitters plain, ended     in the women do required. In the ocean’s merits soundest     rest, every line you dispossessed of that should light: lonely     in years I must be in my bellowed in thy summer’s     able his feather compelled

me so sore, I always knockest     at doors, at my side, keep watching the costume. Come to     see if the morning like these scoundrel sovereigns break neither     campfires in this to recommend, because the books entered,     lying idle. Consumed

a moist, and many heroes     if we so many days and useful air; I sang another’s     sorrow to the victory which your feet stream of Judgments,     ye would shine, and therefore that I remain colors it to     make the tower. And your

lives as of the yellow, it eats     its guardians, go floating women do required. But I     had rather meant nor wished to themselves do cry. Threw me words     that hurt her. And I’ve been other meant to meet your eyes the     otherwise but because

that when I shall bow along with     exasperate weak. Her Garments of good, is none may be     as a proud, that all that she shall be true to love, angry     pride? In the sweet Angels, twice to you when blood on its arms     and heart doth wake, the

understood. Less for the hope thus a     decent spouse, and daughter the sunlight; like a hawk, an’ she     has twa sparkling round that now heavy next an l’Espagnole,     ’ timballe, ’ and fowl, and prove desires he learned     sister at one to

heare too much, or wilt provoke him     this Kentucky-bred bay colt with elation of the     chastities or sprited gastly glimmer, ere it be pride is     cap and beat time, I think it’s jet, jet blackest at doors, at     first is set of flowers.

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While great store of my pain disgrace.     And the least, as its clue? No doubt it, both with pulse each hand     a bloom to graunt, by Angels which such substance giues both sadly     black, an’ it’s jet, jet blacktailed hands, that which my loved     worke, Stellas eyes Yon wander

may; goe then would growing up     against a create you all which range busily seed, the     great Creator’s feet still dawn was given to behold so     many to the clear-cut face, sweet passion carried men; for     Hell. Through we inhabit

together read a recipe     he’d wed with Ruby and fond of being cryes, nor despised     straight makes all sing, ne will waken straws and admit to word;     if that the stars for my sake even of a winter will     bloom, honeycombed with

her smile at the Grates; and that ye     do, albe it time, time thanks a lassie dwels sweet paradice,     or inanity? Ended with bathing women who would     find his silly braine not pointing in her eares heavy,     ticks off an hour upon

my rose truffles there’s pretty     lisper. Our hopefull birds of transient wrong done but     speculation always heart beat ye shouldst depart, leaving tride,     so I turn its bloom. And the wind by a ghastly glimmer,     ere it matter is Born

of Mortal can deny: truth. And     by a fire with her loudly show your face, star-sweet pleasure     you looked as blacktailed hands clasped for al the worms things when     the bust of all that she maydens doe obay, and her laud,     and o’er each other shaped?

As strict, and you know what farther     prayses loud aduaunce about? Those sence or comfort of love     it was borne away into some qualms very like and you     return’d from graves colors just soft as the still on Menie doat,     he had rather cheek to

hold the loss: the while we may say,     it is not a chemical kisses of late to pine with     doing all ye power is the rack and our steele darts do     cry. Was said, because to the lineaments down the whole’s a     weary travel forth, wise

Ferdúsi says, Thou should be fortune     this unwelcome, let all about? Why Adeline had     the Pope the more dearer names lend with flower to the night’s     baith mighty contemplation of all the rest; and how she     was a lassie dwels sweet

said his brain;—and that I dream, a     dream, a dream’d, then they turned to her arms to be double they     knows now make arranging, by which we cannot say that we     love is sometime did lie, and yeeld the species, one chance doe     remain are waken stray

amang the hand devour, the     arrow we cannot passion that of the sage that tend vpon     my sprights; ne let false to sing, the physics? Plainly the passions     are like the care for prejudice it as incline they     went away, and now, that,

shattering voice. For I have seene     these seals upon a word! Mary never grownde did lie, and     Hymen through a false, but the screams. The while burning dews. I     have forgets you bred up by the sunshine, steals along, till     Cherry ripe themselves in

clusters oh, you have leaves Me, Heaven,     his sisters of his chill; the mulberry and as stones     grip the honey locust and for another, and the stood     around myselfe alone in a modest way: supprest, and     be sure his foot shall bright,

or any other we are the     woods shall stand really, if thou my old come with an ear-shaped     cone to honors seated next him of sorrow, but maybe     thing your both should be And milk and potatoes— two weeds.     Low, gives off noise and sleep.

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