#who cares if other nobles think its rude

[likesdoodling]

Rozemyne's not having a great day... :)

[misstycloud]

Isekai’d yandere x f.reader

We’ve all heard about reader getting isekai’d into another universe and bonding with the characters, but what if it was the opposite and the yandere was isekai’d while reader’s just a background character.

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You were the mere daughter of a baron. You were pretty, yes, but nothing to gape in awe at. To summarise, you were nothing special. Then how come the heir of a grand duchy followed you around like a puppy seeking its masters attention? Especially since it was only the day earlier that he smitten with another young miss, who he’d declared with his actions was to become his future fiancée.

Yandere! Noble who suddenly approached you out of nowhere one day. You weren’t friends and had hardly ever spoken; to ask directions or work in pairs, perhaps. He was way too cheery speaking to you. It was completely out of character for him. Where did the normally stoic and unphased young man go? He was certainly not to be found here. No, this man chatted your ear off and did not understand that you wished to be left alone. It didn’t feel very safe anymore when all his admirers glared daggers your way. There was one you were especially afraid of. He was head over heels in love with her before. What has changed? You always saw them together and she was the only one he’d smiled at genuinely. Now he didn’t even spare her a glance.

Yandere! Noble who sought you out whenever he had free time. He wanted to accompany you in breaks between your classes at the academy, he wished to escort you to town and he even showed up outside your estate. His change in behaviour was puzzling, but not as much as the shift in his speech. What were these ‘bruh’, ‘sigma’ and ‘I’m cooked’? You didn’t understand any of it, no matter how much he used it around you. You suppose you were thankful he did turn it down a notch when in others company. You already had a hard time with it, you didn’t think it was necessary for others to suffer as well.

Yandere! Noble who had been shocked when they died and woken up in the world of their favourite romance game. They had read a lot of isekai novels but never once thought the thing was actually real. Wait, if this was their favourite game, then wouldn’t that mean that you were there too? Yes! Maybe they should thank Truck-kun for hitting them on their way to work. This was much better than any ordinary life a citizen could have. At first they thought they’d be stuck in the body of a villain or a side character, but they were pleasantly surprised to find themselves being the male lead of the game. He was rich, noble, influential and devilishly handsome. He had everything.

Yandere! Noble who immediately went to the academy to find you. When playing the game, they never found themselves attracted to the female lead, despite the fact she was modelled after the general population’s preferences. It just didn’t work for them. No, they liked you. Loved you even! It didn’t matter that you were nothing more than a simple background character. You were way better and cuter than any other love interest! You kept to yourself and didn’t have many friends, however you were still very kind and modest. On top of that, you were also an animal lover- exactly like them! The two of you also shared one other interest. They wanted to know if you shared more, but unfortunately the information on you was limited(not created because you’re not important).

Yandere! Noble who wrote an email to the game developers about how they should make extra content that should only feature new information and updates on you. They insist it would sell well(no one except them would buy). Sadly they never got a reply back. Rude ass company. Maybe they should’ve claimed mental health damage because the love interests were bad, so they could sue.

Yandere! Noble who couldn’t care less about the female lead. Unfortunately they got isekaid to at the point of the game where you’d have to enter a relationship with the female lead, that you could break off eventually if you wanted to chase after someone else. And sadly for her, you were the only option. The look on her face was laughable as they told her they could give rats ass about her and how they’ve found someone much better than her in all ways.

Yandere! Noble who then realised they were not bound by any rules. In a lot of isekai the person would have to follow some original rules at least in the beginning, but there was no system or points you needed to collect. They could do whatever they wanted. They had the power, the looks, the wealth and what they wanted was you.

There is no way you’d ever say no to a future grand duke, right?

[pachu09]

Isekai, Historical, Magical AU

Tobirama wanted to bash his head onto the nearest hard object his eye could spy. But! He didn't want to furthermore traumatized the child that was contently sitting in his arms.

He was so sure this didn't happened in the manga. The Emperor should have arrived after he successfully rescued Kagami!. So why did the bastard arrived way too early than the plot stated?!. Did he do something wrong?. So far nothing noteworthy happened when he transported in this world. Other than of course he had to learn how to use his Chakra. Which is pretty amazing in itself....

Tobirama cuts off his wandering thoughts and eyed suspiciously the Emperor and his entourage behind him. He better act like he's ignorant of the man's identity. Who knows what the Emperor would do to him if he revealed he knew who he is?.

" I don't really trust a man with a small army at his back not to kill me the moment I handed this child to you. "

The Emperor laugh loudly made Tobirama tensed in fear. " Fair enough, stranger.  Would you mind telling me what is your name so I could properly thank you for singlehandedly rescuing my nephew?. "

Tobirama pursed his lips. He decided to not tell his real name in case the Emperor tried to seek him out. " Call me Bito. " The Emperor face smoothing blankly made Tobirama warily eyed him. He carefully avoided the man's eyes when it seems his carefree attitude had suddenly vanished and then he turn to Kagami again.

" Little one. Your Uncle is here. Don't you want to go Home?. "

Kagami looked up to him with wide eyes. " But Bito!. You promised you'll go Home with me. "

Tobirama twitch. " I didn't promise anything little one. Go on. Your Uncle is waiting. Its rude to make him wait for you. "

Kagami suddenly clutches his neck and kisses his cheek affectionately had made Tobirama nearly drop the child.

" Okay Bito. But promise me you'll come visit me!. "

Tobirama deadpan and just went along in twining his pinky finger to that of the whining child. He then carefully handed a sleepy Kagami back to his Uncle who still had that emotionless look on his face.

He really need to skedaddle out of the Uchiha Kingdom if he doesn't want to end up beheaded like the original owner of this body. Nevermind in breaking his promise to Kagami but his life is on the line here!. Time is ticking and the sooner he's far away from this murderous Emperor the better it is.

Oh!. And he should probably find a noble Husband ( on paper only! He's straight as fuck thank you very much ). Just in case he needed a political backup. He heard the Water Clans like their spouses with Water Affinity. Surely, with how powerful he is he could easily snag a rich Noble there?.

" Thank you again, Bito–san " Tobirama ignored the strange intonation of the Emperor uttering his false name. " I hope we'll meet again soon. "

Tobirama felt chills running down his spine at that innocent remark.

" I don't think so. Since I'm just a passerby in this City. "

The Emperor's dark eyes pinning him on where he stood made Tobirama tensed up again. He's ready to teleport out of there in case the Emperor went nuts.

" Is that so?. And pray tell why you're visiting this...specific City?.

Tobirama scratches his cheek in embarrassment. " Ah. I was hoping I could find a suitable Husband but sadly I find none appealing. So I'm on my way to the next country. "

The Emperor blink and tilted his head at him. " That's strange. No sane City folk would dare to release you if you proposed to be their Spouse. "

Tobirama carefully back away. " Well thank the Gods they don't find me appealing. Goodbye good Sir and take good care of Kagami. That boy is quite a handful at times. " he quickly climb up on his horse and directed it to start walking. He never even look back at the small army behind his back. He's quite afraid to trigger the mad Emperor. He must make sure he can even journey out of the Fire country without any further incident.

Afterall, the original owner of the body he was occupying was unfairly beheaded by that insane Emperor and Tobirama who had read the manga several times had felt pity and sadness at the person who triggered Kagami’s slow descent to insanity. The manga Tobirama ( he's unnerved that he shared the man's name and even physical looks aside from the long hair, which he will surely chop off as soon as he had the chance ) had died because of a wrongful accusation.

Manga Tobirama had paid the false accusation with his reputation and life. And it started as a Catalyst for one Kagami to bear a hateful grudge to his whole Clan and most of all to his once beloved Uncle. The little child that he just met had grew up hating with every fiber of his being the people who made his Sensei suffer needlessly and in the end he managed to rebel against his Uncle but he also lost his own life in the process of trying to kill his own kin.

At the time when he read that particular scene he felt so sad at Kagami’s fate. The boy shouldn't have gone down the path of his hateful revenge. Because he knew one hundred percent that the Tobirama in the manga would have sacrifice his own life again and again just to make sure Kagami would live a happy life.

Tobirama sigh loudly, at least at this time he wouldn't be too close with Kagami and the boy will never go down his dark journey again. As long as he wasn't in the picture. It probably is for the best since he himself need to make sure he wouldn't die in this world.

He tap his horse on its side so that it could gallop faster. He suddenly felt unnerved when he activated his Sensing and it told him the Emperor and his entourage hasn't move from where he left them.

Tobirama decided he better not turn off his Sensing. He feared that there's a tail behind him. Unless he's finally near the Water Country then and only then will he turn it off even though the price of using such Chakra draining technique is tremendous. Ah, he'll makes sure he'll spend a week in Water Country recovering from overusing his Sensing.

With that clear plan, Tobirama gladly proceeds to rode his horse to the nearest small settlement.

~●~●~

A week later.

Tobirama stared at the expensive scroll the innkeeper had handed to him. He nearly drop the thing when he saw the Royal seal of the Uchiha. He decided he had to feign ignorance. Because he didn't really want to read whatever in it.

" I think this letter isn't really for me is it?. "

He donned his serious facial expression. The innkeeper stared confusedly at him.

" The Uchiha General outside the Inn told me to give it specifically to you. "

Tobirama instantly tensed up. The Uchiha General?. Why did he track him down? Shouldn't the Emperor had lost interest in him the moment he crossed over the Water Country?. What did he want from him?. Its not like he'll go back to the Fire Country in his own volition. He likes living and with his head intact. Thank you very much. He then glared at the damning scroll, sighed deeply and unrolled it.

He twitches on his place as he read the Emperor's message. The man is asking if he arrived unscathed to the Water Country. So far so good. Until the next paragraph made him want to scream in frustration.

Apparently, the Emperor is formally inviting him to be Kagami's personal Sensei. He shuddered in fear. No thanks. He better write up his reply quickly and give it to the General outside. His eyes then quickly scan the P.S beneath the Emperor's signature and stamped seal. He felt his Soul literally leaving his body as the message rang across inside his skull painfully.

P.S. If you try to deny my request. I will personally hunt you down and dragged you to my palace. There is no place in this world you can hide from me, Senju Tobirama.

Tobirama thinks it's time to implement his drastic plans. If the Emperor thinks he'll just roll over and do his biddings. He'll prove him wrong by making sure he won't ever catch him!.

~●~●~

A month later, Tobirama was unaware as he was carried back by the Emperor of the Fire Country back to his palace. He was left heavily unconscious as he tried to fight one on one the most powerful man in the Elemental Countries. He was also unaware as he was given a seal on the back of his neck. Stating that he was the Emperor's most prized treasure or that he was installed in the Empress Chambers.

Come morning, Tobirama will wake up to a joyous Kagami jumping on him and the Emperor's Brother personally telling him that the entire Fire Country court was in a political meltdown because the Emperor had gotten rid of his dozens of Concubines because of him.

[sorastar6]

David Chiem Protagonist AU- Prologue, part 1

I finally finished something that I was working on for a long time! Yay! This AU is basically going to be a series of fanfics that I write. I may or may not actually finish this and do everything I want, but I sure hope I don't lose any motivation. So, um... Enjoy! I hope this is good!

Have you ever felt like you were stuck in a loop?

That the more things change, the more they stay the exact same? The thought of that is funny, isn’t it? The world is big and new things happen every time, every day.

“All that you have to do is just find new things and new peop-”

Shut it. Just shut your mouth, it’s rude to interrupt others.

Your choices don’t matter, anything you do just doesn’t matter. If everything is just broken at its core, there’s nothing you can do about it. The days will go by, one by one, and your life will just stay miserable as it is.

…

You don’t believe me? Well then, let me just show you. Just look into my life, you’ll see everything you need. Let’s see if you can keep up with that “hopeful” worldview of yours.

I doubt you don’t know who I am, but I'll introduce myself anyway. My name’s David Chiem. I can see that look you’re giving me, I guess you do know who I am after all.

“But David! Your life is incredible! How can you say all of these things? You’re ungratef-”

Shut it. I’m not done.

You could’ve heard about me in several places, but most likely, it was from the Hope’s Peak Academy graduation ceremony that happened a few months ago. Yup, I graduated from Hope’s Peak, amazing, right?

No it isn’t amazing. Not when your talent is something you despise. I’m the former Ultimate Inspirational Speaker. With everything you’re hearing from me, you’re probably doubting that, right? ‘There’s no way that you are the real David Chiem! You sound so pessimisti-’

Hate to it break it to you, but David’s a liar. I AM a liar. I’m 25 years old, I’ve had my career for 5 years, and guess what? Everything is based on lies! Woah, what a twist! A big celebrity is a big liar and is able to make money off of it? That never happened before!

…

That was sarcasm if you were stupid enough to not notice. Open your eyes, people like me are everywhere in this world. Just spitting what people want to hear. And somehow, they are ignorant enough to fall for it. Such stupidity…

People don’t change. And I’m the living proof of it. I hate my fucking job, I hate having to deal with annoying fans, and to top it all off? I was forced into this by someone else! And yet, I don’t do anything to stop this. Why? Simple, I’m a lazy piece of shit. I don’t even have the courage to make a proper meal, imagine having to deal with countless backlash!

Disappointed? Sowwy, don’t care. I don’t have a noble or tragic reason to do what I do. And I bet all of those other Ultimates are all the same. Everything is the same in this damn world, anyone who can’t see it is just plain stupid. There you have it, thanks for coming to my Tedtalk on why this world is hopeless! You can fuck off now. Hate me all you want, then we’ll have something in common. None of you have a reason to stay by my side anymore, goodby███████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████

…

Everyone has to pay for their sins one day.

Wake up, David Chiem.

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That was a strange dream. Even if it was just a dream, it still felt… Odd. It’s not a bad feeling, but it’s not good either. I can’t quite describe it, but it doesn’t really matter anymore. Everything from that dream is already escaping my mind, so why bother?

How much time am I going to stay laid down here? I need to get up, I probably have something to do. But my head is killing me, so I want to stay in bed for a few more minutes. Wait, bed? This… Doesn’t feel like my bed. It’s more… Soft? But it still doesn’t feel comfortable like my bed. Maybe I prefer not what’s better, but what’s familiar?

There it goes again, my mind just thinking about random stuff that doesn't matter. I should just get up, but finding the energy to simply open my eyes feels like it will kill me. How pathetic. After some time, I opened them.

I tried adjusting my vision to the lighting of the room. It was dark, very dark. And yet, I could tell that this wasn’t my room.

“Sigh… What did I get myself into this time?”

I sat up on this bed, stretching my limbs until I could hear that satisfying crack. I passed a hand through myself to see the state that I’m in.

No injuries, no blood, but still a mess.

I wasn’t about to tidy myself up. There is a much bigger issue at my hands.

I was just barely able to stand up, my body getting the desire to succumb to this tiredness. But I pressed on to the door. I placed my hand on the knob, looking back at the dark room behind me. Maybe staying here and resting would be a good idea, but that also could lead to me getting chained to a wall. Fuck, second guessing, I hate it.

I just looked straight into the door, knowing very well that if I just glanced at that bed, I would just throw myself in it. So, I took a deep breath.

…

And I opened the door.

And I was immediately pushed down to the ground.

“Ow! What the-”

I couldn’t even finish my sentence before my gaze met a familiar pair of sharp red eyes. Eyes that… looked like it belonged to a cat.

“… D-david?”

“… Nico…?”

[idontknowmyownmind]

Twin WS (Kalen) and OG!Cale (Cale) with younger brother KRS (Kayle)

‼️No reincarnation or regression

Peaceful timeline‼️

Cale was the black sheep between his two brothers

(I don't want him to suffers that much)

He is often the butt of the talk of other nobles

Why? Because there was no doubting the accomplishments of the eldest red-haired, despite his rude wording

And, the youngest has also shown intelligence since childhood and is known as a good young master and is liked by many people, despite his laziness

Whereas Cale rarely participated in anything, he felt empty

Especially with how he allowed Kayle to flourish and only watched his twin brother, Kalen, accomplish everything

It was because of this that Cale was seen as Henituse's useless young master

Unlike his two brothers who had grown into 'someone', he only watched from the side

Cale is not a trash

He doesn't care about anything around him and only cares about a few things

In this AU, Cale was stoic, indifferent, and rarely smiled

He doesn't care what people say, he really is a very passive person in the lives of those around him

Kalen didn't know what to think about his twin brother

Ever since they were little, Cale had always looked and responded to his surroundings with an indifferent look and a bored expression

It was as if the world and life were very boring for him, as if there was no meaning whatsoever in his life

No matter how Kalen tried to lure him in, Cale never took one bite

Kayle admired his two older brothers

His eldest brother, Kalen, is an extraordinary person with all his achievements

And his second brother, Cale, even though people said that he was useless, Kayle knew that he actually had intelligence that surpassed him and strength that was on par with Kalen

He did not understand why Cale was hiding everything from everyone and letting himself become a bad subject of conversation

Of course, there were a lot of rumors about the middle redhead, but the object of the rumors didn't care one bit, it was the people around him who were frantically trying to put down the rumors

Cale is a natural born assassin (like Nagisa from AssClass)

Growing up around Ron and Vicross, Cale had unknowingly picked up little quirks from the two of them that they weren't even aware of

Not only that, he also learned a lot of little things (which almost everything normal people shouldn't learn) from the residents of the Henituse territory

In this AU, residents in the Henituse territory are mostly people with dark pasts or dangerous professions

Why can they live there comfortably? Because Henituse is a neutral area and a lot of people like that area

How could that be? Kalen made it happen

Of course they hid their 'dark life' since the majority of the population were ordinary citizens

Cale was the type that absorbed everything like a sponge, consciously or not

He stored what he saw and heard in his memory, subconsciously trying to do the same thing until he succeeded and improvised

Cale was, in fact, a terrifyingly fast learner

He only needed to read it once or twice to understand all of its contents, only need to watch to be able to learn something new

Even if there were things he couldn't learn or do easily, he would repeat them over and over again until he could even improvise them for the better

But that's it, with him acting indifferent to his surroundings no one could see how terrifying and dangerous Cale was

Perhaps the only person who knew where Cale had gotten was Hans

(It is just me or it's always Hans -_-)

In this AU, Hans worked at Henituse since young and was assigned to serve Cale

Hans was also the one who always accompanied Cale around the territory under cover (other than the family and the Molan duo, no one knew about Cale's habit of wandering around the territory)

He was the witness that had witnessed Cale walking around the territory, playing with the children with that indifferent and cold expression, even down to how Cale visited certain places and observed silently

At first he didn't understand what his young master was doing, but after a long time he began to understand

He also picked up on how fast of a learner his young master was

He saw Cale witness a trick that a street kid used and the next day Cale tried to do the same thing and succeeded, even more so than the street kid yesterday

He also started filtering his reports because he had a feeling that Cale wanted to hide alot of things

Not really sure, but Hans also noticed that Cale was acting more boldly the few days since he started sorting out his reports

Looks like he knows Hans's real job..

A tradition of the Roan kingdom, where a 15 year old noble young master (and young lady) must participate in various activities that not only challenge their brains and minds but also their strength

When Cale was 15, he did not participate because he was sick and the doctor advised him to be on a bedrest

Miraculously, he recovered the day after the tournament ended

This caused a new rumor to emerge, that Cale was not sick and was just pretending so he wouldn't participate because he was a coward

Of course he doesn't care about it at all

But when he turned 18, he was forced to join another tradition that was even more troublesome

He was chosen to be Henituse's representative (this must all be the crown prince's work)

His family subtly asked whether he wanted to come or not because they would talk to the royalty if he didn't

(Kayle, Kalen, and Alberu had been playmates since childhood. Cale had no interest in him so he never went with them)

But Cale brushed aside their worries and said he would be fine

As the tournament progressed, Cale was given the task of being the commander of his group

Everything was going smoothly and Cale was putting in a good performance, but it was still average compared to the previous Kalen and Kayle

But those who 'play' cannot get rid of the feeling that they are being controlled by someone else, that someone else is driving everything that happens there

And some really keen observers can't shake the feeling like they're watching a play rather than a tournament

In another battle where they needed to follow everything Cale said, they were surprised how easily they followed his directions

Somehow it was hard for them to argue against his order, maybe because Cale's choice of words was just right and left no room for protest

And how surprised they were that everything had happened just as Cale had predicted

____-_______-________-________-________-____

Just a thought about Alberu, Kalen, and Kayle decided something associated with Cale and with Deruth's approval but without his consent

If there is something Cale hate the most in the world is someone decide something for his life without his consent

He let Deruth has some decision making for him in his life but Cale always make sure that he know beforehand

But than they foolishly decided something about him behind his back

Something big and burdening, and not only that, they dare to announce it in front of every nobles present in the party after the tournament

Cale who ignore everything and foccus on his tea stop midway and blinked slowly

He slowly look at where the prince is, still talking bullshit regarding Cale that he doesn't know

Cale's face is always blank and bored, but this time it's blanker (if that's possible) and his eyes look dark and cold

The after party when it's only the royal and the Henituse

Cale went to leave but stopped, he stood motionlessly and gaze at the wall while Deruth keep spouting bullshit he called explanation

He didn't know when Deruth is replaced with Alberu but what he know is, the next thing he does is smashed a bottle on his head

You better retract this bullshit you dog shit, or I'll make you regret you ever cross path with me

He then walk to leave, ignoring everyone, and some knight went to stop him but Cale precisely stop them by breaking one their arms and legs mercilessly (he doesn't care if they can't functioning again)

They stubbornly ignore Cale and now reaping the consecuences

There are always interferences in everything Alberu does as crown prince, everything lean more into the other princes

But what take the most toll on him are those rumors, especially rumor about his heritage

Everything Alberu worked so hard for slowly falling apart, even with Kalen and Kayle's help

Of course what they did slow it down but not stopping it

He show a little mercy on his family, not doing anything to them and only torture Alberu

But he clearly show hostility toward them, make them feels like enemies to Cale

Deruth relationship with Cale is already strained since his mother's death but now it's worsen to the worse

Cale always indifferent toward his siblings but now he ignore them as if they are invisible in his eyes

(lol) Cale is actually a very petty person and his pettiness is terifying

Three months and nothing changes, Cale dissapear with Hans and no one ever see him again

I always want to write an indifferent Cale (naturaly, not because of trauma or anything), him unable to actually feels human emotions (I think there is a name for it?) and how he view the world as something meaningless

A little combination of Dazai and Fyodor? But make him indifferent, stoic, and always look bored

lol, the reason I choose peaceful timeline is because I want to write Cale as a heartless 'villain' that not an actual villain, he just doesn't care about all the bullshit called life

[stromuprisahat]

Question: how do you justify what the darkling did to Genya, Alina and Nikolai? I don’t even mean this to sound rude, but I’m just genuinely curious how you just brush past that when you say the Darkling never did anything he’d have to apologize for 🙃

I'd start with stating that I don't like the word "justify". Google says its meaning is "to show or prove to be right or reasonable", which to me sounds like something that's expected whenever you're about to do something that might offend or hurt anyone. Like pre-made apology you owe people even though you might not have anything to apologize for in the end.

It's really about lack of better words. Czech dictionary translates "justify" as "odůvodnit" or "ospravedlnit", out of which the first one is strictly without that moral baggage. Closer to "give reason".

Aleksander's actions are often perceived out of context, as malicious crimes he committed for his own enjoyment, or whatever suits the antis best, while there are plenty of factors we shouldn't fail to consider.

Ravka- The country he loves, even though it doesn't love him. Rarely peaceful- according to Shadow and Bone, current wars last for over a century. Drained by both its neighbours, split in two for long enough it's pretty unbelievable the West is only planning to secede, poor, with ruling class, who doesn't care and has no reason to.

Grisha- From outright hated to respected, but in constant danger anywhere else, Aleksander manged to carve out a place for them under conditions. The Crown allows Grisha to live right on its backyard (to better keep an eye on), safely train and serve as soldiers or servants of noble houses, as long as they're useful, but... also has no need or intention to take it further. Grisha are glorified, envied serfs in fancy clothes. They're used by monarchy, despised and distrusted by masses, as proved by several little things throughout the first book and instant pogroms once the Fold moves (And don't forget there were no survivors- no true witnesses-, aside from few of the Darkling's people.).

His own lives' experience- Let's be honest- centuries of watching his people- however close- die, drawbacks, betrayals, constantly repeating history... gives one quite a perspective. It's a miracle the Darkling is merely numb and tired, yet somehow hardly unfeeling. Unlike the young heroes he possesses enough self-control not to start begging, crying, screaming... He's lashing out, when he has a reason to believe it won't bite him in the ass, he's petty and hurts others, punishing them for hurting him.

setting- Forget 21st century morality. If we're talking about 19th century-esque world, it wouldn't only have fancy nobles, dashing princes to play pirates privateers and masses of uneducated peasants. The reason people think the way they do is they got there somehow. Ravka still has servitude, for gods' sake! Lives don't matter the way people want them to today! It won't be only about some being rich and some poor, there should be huge differences depending on one's circumstances of birth, bloodlines, wrongs or slights generations old... I'm aware we're suppose to pretend Alina get a pass, because she's "Living Saint", but for example slapping a member of royalty should cost her. Bastard or not, you let it slide once, and next thing you know people are getting ideas and building guillotines.

Now to your question:

Genya is the easiest. She got punished for disobeying direct order, betraying the Darkling for a girl she hardly knew and who was too self-involved to truly act like the friend Genya for some reason suddenly feels her to be.

Aleksander let Genya close enough to be considerably honest around her, at least regarding his intentions with Lantsovs. Dangerous thing to do for a man in his position (and although I have my theories, this reply is no place for them). That's why he made it personal. She didn't only abandon their cause, she hurt him, so he took what she valued most about herself, fitting his revenge into her expectable punishment.

He could've had her whipped. To death even. Instead he chose more personal approach.

Alina's the messiest, because way too many feelings got involved and Aleksander's shit in handling those. His only lasting relationship is his abusive mother, others tend to die on him. Alina's a personification of a dream. Someone to keep him company for the rest of eternity. A companion he longed for for so long, he's not able to handle the bitter truth. I don't think he ever considered his "One and Only Equal" might not be interested in his goals and while he might rationally understand Alina's so much younger, he quickly loses his patience and decides to speed up her development because her young self is interfering with his general plans.

Now, while younger Aleksander might have been more passionate, he was never allowed the luxury of recklessness or even childhood, as a consequence of which he has no idea how to handle hormonal teenagers. Alina's worldview is incredibly narrow and she has several mental mechanisms to prevent her from changing that, while Aleksander's living in constant paranoia, possibility of fight or flight 24/7. They're incompatible the way they are- Alina unwilling to change, Aleksander too rigid and lacking the luxury of choice- yet in each other's way too much to merely split up. The Darkling needs the Sun Summoner as a tool and a symbol, and as long as he breathes, Alina won't have a chance to regain her beloved anonymity.

What he did to her?

The Collar was his hand forced. Unreliable deserter possessing the power he needed to ensure ceasefire.

What else is there that couldn't be explain by simple "They're on opposite sides of a conflict."?

The only other moment that comes to my mind is him burning down the orphanage, one of my favourites. The situation is thus:

The Darkling occupies the Throne (Yay!), but he lacks wide support, numbers and resources, therefore he's forced to rule by fear, which is no way to go, when he wants to build future, where Grisha are accepted. Who does have the love of masses, is an undeserving "Saint" and rogue prince, starving his own people, while being cheered on for it, because he's thwarting the Darkling at the same time. I'll ignore Nikolai for now. So, how do you catch a single person, who could be hiding anywhere, with help from anyone, while you can count on no one? You make them come to you. You make them show themselves under circumstances you control.

Alina already fled slaughter of others three times, one she even directly caused. She might pretend to be a do-gooder, but she truly cares only about herself and her otkazat'sya past. Threatening Malyen already proved to be fruitful, but that one's out of Aleksander's reach, so he tries the next best thing. Destroying her "home". There's also poetry in it- he lost his mother for Alina, it's only fair she'd lose hers. As a symbol of the past Alina's so stubbornly clinging to, there's even some chance it WILL really hurt her, which is certainly plus for his vengeful self.

Eventually it proves to be ruthless, simple and utterly brilliant. Alina falls for his threat and meets him in the Fold.

It's a beautiful example of sacrificing a few (The Grisha teachers probably stayed with the children for their sake, and residents of the orphanage were also just doing their jobs as far as we know.) to end civil war and bring the other side to heel. Ravka wasn't able to handle two-front war, opening third one was insanity and I'm genuinely surprised the country didn't fall (or that West didn't use it to finally free itself from East). With Alina's power under control the Darkling could've attempted "Peace or the Fold" again, perhaps even succeed this time.

And then we have Nikolai.

Second-born Lantsov thwarting his plans, proposing "his" Sun Summoner, loved by masses and army alike because unlike Aleksander, he's otkazat'sya. Goals? Same. Positions? Incomparable. Willingness to give everything? Yes for both.

In better world, they could've been allies. One easily accepted, the other highly experienced. But the story doesn't want that, so Nikolai is serious contender and an obstacle in Aleksander's way to "Fine, I'll do it myself.". He needs to be gone. Killing him would be easiest and most permanent, but Kolya fucked up, when he made it personal.

Tricking the Darkling, shooting him, proposing to his "not"gf, evacuating royal family AND Baghra, starving his forces once Darkles sits on the throne... taking away Nikolai's most valuable quality, while keeping him conscious enough to comprehend it is the way to go!

There's also a POV that says showing your essence down your rival's throat to irrecoverably change him might be seen as a romantic gesture or outright foreplay, but I happen to be a Fannibal, so I'm aware the majority of Grishaverse fans might find my ideas of romance a bit harder to digest (pun absolutely intended).

To sum up: Most of the Darkling's actions corresponds with his position of 19th century-esque war general and revolutionary attempting Coup to save his bankrupt country, while hated by masses and lacking resources. Plus a drop of clever, petty vindictiveness.

(And whole bucket of bad writing, because there are things that just DON'T MAKE SENSE- both regarding worldbuilding and characterisation.)

[triflesandparsnips]

Um. Izzy WAS rude first in that scene, though. The first thing he says isn't "still it's a nice room", it's "I was thinking what a complete misuse of space this is" or some such Badminton bullshit--and that's deliberate. He's deliberately being paralleled with Badminton with that line. Fucking piece of shit Izzy apologist bullshit.

My darling! My peach! Thank you for pointing out the true meaning of this scene, which, obviously, is the historical art of

COURTSHIP THROUGH CONVERSATION

As you and I both know well, dear heart, a popular publishing genre of the time was SAMPLE DIALOGUES between a wooing lover and a coy mistress -- as seen here, and here, and here, among many other places, several of which also include Etchings of a Curious Nature that I may only Hint At ere I too quickly tax your Gentle Sensibilities.

But leaving that aside, my darling moon and stars and small heavenly bodies that have been previously miscategorized as planets but that I nevertheless hold sacred in my heart-- there is a delightful subset of courtly conversation that, quite clearly, and as demonstrated by the canon and by your own dear letter, applies not only to our own tentative trembling tryst but also to that of Stede and Izzy!

I had not considered the matter before now, but your sly missive, so artful in its gentle tease and saucy in its declarations, reminded me strongly of what the sages called Mock-Complements, or Drolling-Complements. That is to say, when two would-be lovers, attempting to enter into a courtship but hesitant to appear too forward, treat their conversation with one another as if enemies rather than the hot-blooded lovers that they so dearly wish to be.

And so, just as your dear note falls between those lines, so too does that conversation between Stede and Izzy! For as you well know, since you most definitely reviewed the scene so as to ensure utmost accuracy in your thoughts and feelings before penning your note of Deep Romantic Interest as to My Person, behold:

Between a Roguish Sailor and a Fallen Gentleman. The Rogue, all courtesy How goes the fuckery? The Gentleman, his sharp reply What are you doing in here?

My God! What flirtatious delight! What promise of future connubial bliss! Look how clearly the Gentleman attempts to indicate the mode by which he wishes to be wooed! No sweet embrace nor honeyed words for him-- he seeks the speedy wit of a clever lover, pushing away with one hand while beckoning with the other, all Beatrice to his would-be Benedick. See how very intentionally Stede behaves rudely first, because gosh, protagonists can very much be assholes in their own right regardless of the motivations of any nearby antagonists who happen to be sharing screen time with them and for whom perhaps the audience is overly concerned with demonizing to the point of willfully ignoring the very literal previous dang line of dialogue--

Which, of course, you know! Because you too studied this scene with care and attention, and so, with your letter, wished to draw my notice to the deeper meaning of this clearly loving moment. My thanks, dear Sibyl, sweet Relevator of Forbidden Love, for urging forth this understanding.

And yet! A sad conclusion is simultaneously revealed. The tragedy of this bathic pairing is that while Stede has studied the modes and methods by which he can indicate his interest, Izzy has not had as thorough an education in the Artful Ways of Wooing. Rather than a fanciful rejoinder, he instead mirrors Stede's gambit-- a noble attempt at meeting his would-be paramour halfway, but sadly, only a Recipe for Missed Meanings. Our sad Izzy's reply would seem to parry the Gentleman's overture, rather than enjoin it-- and leads them, thus, to the Comedy of Errors wherein now they find their love, and also Ed is around here somewhere.

But never fear, my pocket pumpkin of pleasant fancies-- I will not make this mistake! Just as you so kindly dropped your handkerchief of Rather Ridiculous and Perhaps a Touch Juvenile Displays of Media Illiteracy before me in hopes that I might take it up for you, so too shall I offer it back again, perfumed with the hopes, dreams, and delights of our no-doubt felicitous and quite impending nuptials.

[vodkassassin]

Quick transmigration original story (agent 22) for WIP Wednesday!

@mad-madam-m oooh I’m so glad you’re interested!

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Alesseo sets his glass down on the table with such a careful hand that it barely makes a sound. He chooses to stare at the clear liquid inside of it, and the vibrations that carry across the surface of that with every small noise of the room, instead of at the other people at the table.

Though, he can feel their stares on him.

He thinks it was a blessing, in fact, that the original Alesseo’s family was not close to him. That they did not care too much for him to interact overly much. Less interaction means they don’t know him as well as they might even pretend to.

As long as he remains politely distant, it won’t be too difficult to build himself a road of points toward resolving one of the original’s major Regrets.

“You’ll be going back to the university, then?” One of the brothers, the second eldest brother, Dantevius, suddenly asks.

Alesseo blinks and raises his gaze up from the cup. He considers the older man for a moment before dipping his head in a simple nod.

“Yes.” He replies.

“It’s too soon.” Mother immediately intercedes. There is a severe expression on her face that makes her look years older than she actually is. “You just got home from the hospital! You need more time to rest and recover.”

“The exams are coming up soon, so I need to prepare.”

“Mm.” Liera’s lips press even thinner, but she has no way to refute that.

After all, it’s not as if the university will reschedule the annual exams just for one student.

No matter what noble family he hails from.

“Recently, I’ve some investigations that bring me around the university sometimes.” Dantevius continues the conversations amiably, a pleasant expression on his face. Although, he also looks somewhat imploring. “I could…”

There’s a brief moment of silence. Glances are exchanged between family members, but none of them quite look at Alesseo. The youngest looks rather awkward, even.

Dantevius coughs to clear his throat. “I was wondering if it wouldn’t be too rude of me to, ah, stop by?”

Alesseo looks at him, confused.

“And… visit?” Dantevius isn’t looking at him. His gaze is a mask of politeness aimed toward the far wall.

Beside him, the eldest son is looking a little bit annoyed now.

“A few times?”

Alesseo isn’t sure how to respond?

“Ahem. Once?”

“Oh.” Alesseo coughs into his fist, eyes returning to his drink. “I don’t think there’s a rule against that.”

There’s another beat of awkward silence. He glances up. Dantevius is staring at him with a rather intense gaze, sharper at the corners than usual.

Oh! It makes sense, actually.

If Dantevius, who is a rather well-known officer of the knights order’s investigation unit, shows up at the university, it would draw a lot of attention. Too much attention would make trying to investigate whatever case he is on that has to do with the university rather difficult.

However…

If Dantevius, who is an older brother of one of the students of the university, dropped by casually to see his younger sibling for a family visit, then it was much more likely he’d be left alone out of politeness. Which would give him easier access to the university, and thus make the investigation go much smoother.

Alesseo nods decisively. Yes, there definitely is a reason that Dantevius Ardizzone was an up-and-coming super star of the Knights Order investigative unit. It wasn’t just because of his looks, he was actually very smart.

“I’m sorry for not inviting you before now.” He says. “I wasn’t aware that you would want to come. But, I wouldn’t mind if you visited, big brother. Whenever you want.”

Assured that he’s made the correct decision, Alesseo mentally pats himself on the back and finally digs into his meal.

He’s too busy eating to notice the contemplative frown that has made its way onto Dantevius’ face.

[rize-is-writing]

Hey, could I get a genshin match up romantic and platonic? Im 4'11 and an intp taurus. Im into metaphysical things, writing, psychology, theator, and that's pretty much it. I'm kinda anti social, but I could talk to about anybody and hold a good conversation. I'm very bubbly and honest. I have a very strict boundary of lying and will not hesitate to cut someone off because of it. And i don't do second chances. I'm kinda rude tbh, and a lot of people have told me I'm intimidating. I'm honestly pretty insecure about my personality as I tend to take on others and mask. I've never really been able to be myself around anybody. I've grown up moving from place to place and always being the new person at school, so being lonely isn't a new feeling. I'm emotionally distant but hella emotional. I have adhd, ptsd,and moderate to severe anxiety and depression. Other than that I've always been a good listener and love helping other people.

I found your match! Come to meet them, c'mon c'mon!

Gorou is a kind and understanding person. He wouldn't feel bothered by your "masks", he wouldn't exactly be happy either though. But what makes Gorou perfect for this situation is his empathy: he understands that there's a problem and wouldn't point fingers around, but like in a battle he would try to find a way to help you more or less find yourself, and be encouraging about it too. He is very supportive as a person. He is one all about giving support and advice, and most importantly listen. Just like you, he loves to help and support people. Reason why I think it might work, since in this case communication is an important because the both you can support and help each other.

You got his back and he has yours, the most noble thing to have in a battlefield (in his own dictionary of strategy and battle doggo mode)

He isn't one to be intimated either, he knows how to approach people, and is quite the genuine guy on this point of view. He is honest with his emotions too, a bit too blunt and impulsive even but that can be a charm in this case, since I think for someone like Gorou might be difficult to lie.

Hey! There's someone who wishes to know you! Let me introduce the two of you.

Is this guy even able to lie? Let's be real here, a bull-head such as him believes or likes to believe every words he says, but I don’t think it counts as lying. He is honest, if not a bit silly.

Itto too has been isolated since childhood, he literally runs a group that are considered "outcasts" in a way or another, and it works in its own dysfunctional way. He is not "intimidated" by you pfff (yes he is)

Itto isn't one to care about all the philosophies of being or not yourself, just... Be what you are! As long you feel well and protected in that situation, why complain? As long your friendship is true, why should he care how you act in front of others? He won't lie to you, as long you don't lie to him as well. So don't worry about it too much with him, just have fun! And hope not to have a migraine at the end of it.

[karume-selfshipper]

Ocarina of Time OC: Arrangements

Lydia Bosphoramus Hyrule

This OC and story runs off the idea that Gaonodorf really was there for a peace treaty but Zelda read him wrong and didn't actually have a vision, rather a nightmare due to rumors she overheard from the guards. (And was grossly misinterpreted). Also with a lot of BotW/ TotK maps, armor, and items.

In Hyrule

In Gerudo Town

Other AUs (Modern and Monster)

As the Queen of Monsters/ Demon Queen (A fallen angel demon)

Backstory and Personality:

She's roughly the same age as Ganondorf, give or take a couple of years, and has been raised since birth to be the Royal Ambassador. This was due to King Rhoam knowing his wife, the previous incarnation of the Goddess Hylia, also had the name Zelda and would only pass her name onto the true heiress with the Goddess's blessing.

Though Lydia still had a very prosperous upbringing, she also had several duties that her Father was adamant of her to keep up with. She knows how to fight out of necessity rather than interest and can beat most low-level monsters which are common along travel routes. Unfortunately, she also has several faint scars from these battles that she's extremely self-conscious over

She also has quite the multitude of talents and hobbies surrounding the arts. From painting, to music, to baking, to needlepoint, sewing, and crocheting; she enjoys crafting things with her own two hands, whether it can be enjoyed for a long time, a short time, or in the moment.

She does enjoy learning for the sake of learning, particularly when it comes to new skills, except fighting... she is still a lady of the court after all. Despite that, she can read people and their intentions rather easily. This unnerves Ganondorf because she can always call his bluffs and lies within seconds of the words leaving his mouth. He's also rather annoyed at how blunt she can be even if she's politely blunt about things, he just isn't used to that in a person.

Due to how early in life she and Zelda lost their mother (Lydia was somewhere between 18-20 while Zelda was 4-6 at the time), Lydia often takes up the role of being Zelda's mother figure when she's around. This works fairly well since Lydia can call out Zelda for behaving like a brat or otherwise just being rude, however Zelda doesn't like this dynamic at all and often scoffs at Lydia for trying.

Much like Zelda, Lydia has a Sheikah attendant. A woman named Ceresa who went from nursemaid to guard as Impa did with Zelda. After she moved to Gerudo Town, Ganondorf assigned Bulla to be her guard as well.

All of the back and forth between the two sisters can be a little worrisome, but at the end of the day, they do truly care for one another and can't think of what they'd do without the other around... Until Lydia moves to Gerudo Town, though Zelda still kicks up a fuss over it.

Lydia owns a beautiful Golden Mare for her travels, equipped with the Royal Saddle and Bridle.

Clothing and Accessories:

She has three main colors. Sky Blue for being a member of the Hyrulian Royal Family, Deep Royal Purple denoting her as the First Born Princess and Royal Ambassador, and Crimson after she marries Ganondorf as a nod to the fiery hair of the Gerudo.

Her wardrobe is extensive due to her travels. Mostly pieces of armor to make traveling easy and comfortable and usually dyed Sky Blue with Royal Purple accents. She never redyes these articles, Ganondorf has new made for her sporting the Crimson in place of Sky Blue and swapping the Hyrulian crest for the Gerudo crest. (Also he can't help his superiority complex and has these clothes made of finer materials and adorned with more gems and gold than her Hyrulian crested garbs)

Her noble attire is a simple robe-like dress with tight sleeves and a simple gold sash. The upper chest is lined with a combination of diamonds and amber. Despite its simple design, it's considered one of her more exaggerated articles.

Riding attire is most similar to Hylian Armor, most of the Sky Blue cloth is covered with leather. The most recognizable part of her outfit is the Royal Purple scarf tied around her knee. This has a Hyrule Crest stitched on the edge in bright Yellow Gold. Until she marries Ganondorf, then she changes it to a Crimson Gerudo Crest.

Her loungewear for around the Castle/ Fortress is either an ankle-length dress in Royal Purple with Gold trimming and sash or a satin and lace Gerudo vai outfit adorned with an almost excessive amount of gold and jewels at Ganondorf's insistence. Except the Vai outfit makes Ganondorf blush hard every time he glances.

Every outfit is devoid of their typical headgear in favor of a gold circlet with a large Amethyst as the front piece and small diamonds lining the edge. Though the veil on the Gerudo vai set can still be worn with the circlet.

If she wants to be extra during Royal Affairs, she has both a long-sleeve, flowy dress in Sky Blue with gold trim and a Royal Purple sash and a very heavily jewel-adorned bedlah (the Gerudo outfit is based on this btw) with gold edges. Regardless of which Lydia wears, Ganondorf is stuck staring with heart eyes.

Early Relationship:

The day Ganondorf set foot in Hyrule Castle, Lydia had just arrived home from Goron City. After overhearing Zelda mention how Ganondorf must be evil because he has evil eyes, Lydia steps into the throne room to scold Zelda and reveal that she barely did any research and very likely had a nightmare about this meeting. While Ganondorf was a little shocked that someone would stand up for him within the Hyrulian Court, he was more so impressed that it had been the First Princess to do so. He never got the chance to thank her however as they weren't properly introduced at the time and Lydia was still in her riding gear. (A simple outfit akin to the Hylian Armor but adorned with the Hyrulian Crest and a very deep purple sash tied to her leg.)

As part of the treaty between Gerudo Town and Hyrule, King Rhoam suggested an arranged marriage between Lydia and Ganondorf as a show of good faith. Ganondorf only agreed to it for the sake of his people, and a little because Kotake and Koume did train Ganondorf to desire conquest, and having the First Princess of Hyrule on his arm would pave the way for such grand schemes...

The first full meeting between the two was when he stumbled upon Lydia sitting on a large blanket in the courtyard whilst she was playing her Ocarina (A shell-like body as seen in Pokemon the Movie 2000 but stained/painted a deep royal purple color). Not only was Ganondorf inexplicably drawn to her playing, but he also felt a heavy sense of peace and calm. It did freak him out a little after he realized what was going on but that was so much later when he was settling into bed.

This little incident found Ganondorf removing his bulky breastplate to lay next to her. Lydia often plays her instruments with her eyes closed and didn't register Ganondorf's presence until his head hit her lap. While he was gentle about it, he instantly sat up and asked permission... and for her to continue playing. It was such a genuine and gentle interaction between the two that Lydia agreed and allowed Ganondorf to rest in her lap while she played.

He disliked her openly reading him like a book during the time he spent at the Castle before their arranged wedding. How she remarked that she really wasn't that important to the kingdom, unlike her younger sister, how she insisted that she was just a Royal Ambassador and would never be the crowned princess of Hyrule, only ever the first.

It was as if she knew Ganondorf's plans to attempt to take over Hyrule through his marriage to her. Not that it mattered, there were ways around these limits after all. However, he also wasn't as fixated on overtaking Hyrule as he was on securing a better lot for his people (something that causes a lot of friction between him, Kotake, and Koume).

Ganondorf is seriously taken aback when Lydia shows genuine enthusiasm for going to Gerudo Town, which he found weird because it's just a desert to him. Though understands slightly as she talks at length about how much she's studied of the culture and is merely excited at the chance to learn firsthand what its really like. He still doesn't fully like that her experiences will be marred by it being the desert... a barren wasteland with nothing to provide.

At least, that's what Ganondorf thought. Lydia proved to be an apt gardener and started growing several different types of crops in a decent-sized room as she begins teaching some curious Gerudo Warriors how to tend the more delicate plants and till soil. That alone helped establish Lydia as a prominent force within the Gerudo hierarchy as their Queen.

Except for Kotake and Koume who despise Lydia for "softening" Ganondorf and making him lose focus as they were the ones who really wanted the conquest of Hyrule while Ganondorf was content with his people thriving. Though he is always trying to expand his territory if only to have more space for their crops. These range from native Voltfruits and Hydromelons to Wild Berries and Various carrots, though the latter need special soil mixes of compost in order to grow properly within the desert; not to mention special shade and other troubles that make them much rarer to grow frequently.

But with all these changes, Ganondorf does worry about his people losing their culture as the Sheikah did before. Except for the fact that Lydia often tends to the farms by herself and rarely asks for help in doing anything... with the sole exception of her personal aids. (One Gerudo Warrior guard and the other a Sheikah guard from the Hyrulian royal court). Any other help she gets is from willing Gerudo women who just adore her as their tiny Queen.

Lydia is well aware that Kotake and Koume hate her, but she also has a sense of security that they can't do anything directly to her without risking war. And the more people they have to be involved in a plan, the more likely it is to fail. Beyond that, Lydia was worried for a time that Ganondorf would try to cover it up until he admitted to himself, and a not so fast asleep Lydia, that he truly does love her.

Their gift exchange was postponed until the two of them made it back to Gerudo Town. Lydia had two gifts she gave, one was a handmade tapestry out in the throne room and a commissioned sword custom-made for Ganondorf which she gave privately in their chambers. This confused the hell out of him because the sword would have been the better gift to give in front of everyone. He only gave her a custom saddle and bridle for her horse, as a symbol of her joining the Gerudo people.

True Love:

Despite being rather close on the outside, it takes quite some time (roughly 2 years of marriage) before Ganondorf truly feels love toward Lydia. She fell much faster for him, but he fell so much harder. He won't admit it to anyone except Lydia when they're completely alone in their chambers.

The incident that sparked all this was a kidnapping attempt while Lydia was on her way home from Ambassador Affairs (which she kept doing except only for Gerudo Town). Most other leaders knew Lydia and felt pity for her because she was married to Ganondorf and only agreed to peace treaties for her sake, fearing that she might be in danger if they disagreed.

But, while she was traveling a group of Hylian bandits captured her. It barely took Ganondorf 2 days to reach Lydia and strike the fear of a God into the fools. This also coincided with his TriForce of Power awakening so it was quite terrifying for the bandits to see a hulking Gerudo voe with burning, glowing golden eyes and a massive black steel claymore (being wielded single-handedly nonetheless) break down the door of their little bunker. Only for Bulla and Ceresa to round the Hylians up while Ganondorf became docile and tender toward Lydia... even though she'd been talking big before the door came crashing in, she wasn't immune to the terror of seeing Ganondorf like that at all.

Though he did insist on carrying her out, delaying her other Ambassador trips, and otherwise not letting her out of his sight for a few days. That first night was when Ganondorf first said 'I love you' directly to her while he thought she was asleep. But she was half awake and decided to keep it to herself.

Ganondorf often does spend most of his free time around Lydia, or else seeking her out. Whenever he finds her, he shoos away her guards to have alone time with her, and he likes to think he's all the protection she needs... (and he is kinda right about that).

It's rare that Lydia does any cooking, both because she was raised as a royal and because Ganondorf insists that he has chefs more than capable of taking care of all that, but she can and has cooked on occasion for the two of them. The dishes were very simple but extremely tasty. Leaving Ganondorf secretly awaiting the next time she takes up the kichens.

Random Occurrences (Mostly Fluff):

Lydia has several instruments that she plays well including the harp, lute, ocarina, and her own singing voice. Depending on what she's doing musically, she'll either wander around, sit on a large blanket outside, perch on a bench, or in the case of the full-sized harp, sit in the room with the other large instruments. Those being Ganondorf's piano and organ.

It only slightly annoys Ganondorf that Lydia wanders the Fortress/Castle whilst singing, if only because he relaxes and winds up following her just to listen. He greatly prefers it when she's playing an instrument since he can either rest his head in her lap, on her shoulder, or play along with her. But never his organ, he thinks its too loud and would drown out her voice. Though he has put on many a "concert" for her when she asks.

Ganondorf just has a hard time saying 'no' to Lydia in general, unless its truly dangerous or there isn't enough time before sundown. She has adequate clothes to survive the desert and its wild temperature changes, but he would rather not risk getting caught in a sand storm at night.

After they got closer, Ganondorf began a habit of replacing her clothes or adding things to her closet. Sometimes it's a piece of armor that needs buffing or patching, other times it's a new piece of jewelry or a nice dress. Lydia always sees it because Ganondorf sets it directly in her way in their chambers. No matter what is going on, where Ganondorf is, or who is surrounding him; Lydia will find him, and kiss his cheek. And before she can move away from him, Ganondorf always pulls her back for a kiss on the lips.

Most people can't figure out what is going on between them, thinking it's a moment to say "Welcome Home", but for Lydia and Ganondorf it's a whole conversation of "Thank you", "You're welcome", and "Welcome back" with only Lydia being able to see/ know that it's a seriously tender moment. She is the only one who can read his eyes when he gets like this.

Spicy Content (made as SFW as I can)

Ganondorf has had multiple partners due to siring children to gain traction with other rouge bands as a method of gaining an army before allying with Hyrule.

Lydia has never done anything with another person, but King Rhoam had to compromise somewhere so she has a fair amount of knowledge. Though her lack of partnered experience makes her more eager at first.

There are a lot of kinks between the two including; size kink, extremely loose barbarian taking a delicate flower, prisoner play, and bondage. While Ganondorf is the dominant between the two, Lydia is more aggressive about it.

They shouldn't have problems conceiving children, but Ganondorf refuses to not pull out due to the way he had become numb to leaving his partners before. However after he is able to admit that he loves her, children come extremely easily.

Regardless, Lydia is not shy at all. She has no problem climbing on top of Ganondorf and tease the hell out of him. Sometimes he gives in, and other times he can ignore this... either way, Lydia ends up regretting this at some point. Mostly because Ganondorf always gives in at some point, just that he can ignore it in the moment and use it against her later.

[unveiledlegacy42]

Family Jewels [One Shot]

[Family Jewels - Archimedes Solo] [Content / Trigger Warning: School bullying, violence, prejudice views, possible inaccurate descriptions of the Wizarding World, lengthy read]

"Remember, Archie… be kind," his mother said gently, cupping her son's cheeks with both hands as she regarded him. Her son is 11-years-old, ready to leave for Hogwarts. "Mama… I'm scared… I've heard things about the houses, especially Slytherin! Would you hate me if I ended up in Slytherin?" The child asked, none the wiser that there was more to the students than just their house factions. His mother only smiles, patting down his black hair and dusting off his robes. "There's nothing to be scared of, my little healing…" she cooed. "I won't hate you for your house allocations… Each house has its own uniqueness to it and you can fit in wherever you like! The sorting hat takes account of your desires, my love…" Archimedes pouts, blinking in his confusion.

The woman crouched down to his level, holding his arms as she gazed at him with love and warmth. "The Slytherin's may get a bad rep but there is some good in that house.. it's a matter of perspective, and your father is a kind soul who was sorted into Slytherin.. or did you forget?~" she teased, tickling his sides to get a rise out of the boy who giggled at this. Senior Black joined his wife and child in a playful jest. Archimedes watched his parents with amazement and pride. Then they watched as Archimedes boarded the train of Platform 9 and ¾, with hopes the young boy would flourish among his peers and find his chosen kin.

Archimedes Black is the only known descendent that did not inherit the Noble House Black fortune for his parents were disowned by theirs upon discovery of their support in Muggle's Rights. In his childhood, he was constantly reminded to chastity and humility by his parents that despite his "pure blood" and family name, he is of equal standing to others who didn't quite share the same purity. He was taught to give alms to the less fortunate, he wore his young heart on his sleeves and he cried when his first pet rabbit passed on. Archimedes was raised differently than what most pure-blooded wizards normally raise their children. "You don't owe people anything and they don't owe you. but it is always good to be kind and graceful to everyone…" his mother spoke gently, patiently entertaining young Archie's whys and what’s as she tended to the mending of worn clothes.

The boy did treat everyone with grace and kindness though he wasn't shown the same sentiment all the time, children were as rude as pecking birds when you annoy them. The first years had rudely called out his family's legacy upon hearing the name he bore, and betted one another if Archimedes would follow in his great-grandfather's footsteps. Would he be sorted into Slytherin just like Regulus Black? Or Gryffindor like Sirius Black? "He'll be in Hufflepuff with the way he is! Soft and weak! Unlike a Black!" One of the leering students of a Noble House said, earning chuckles from his peers. Would that be so wrong? Archimedes had too much doubt in his mind as the sorting hat was placed over his head, obstructing his view of the Great Hall. It gave him some semblance of relief for the privacy to shed a few tears for his bruised heart, he heard the whisper of the hat and the prodding around his mind. It pointed out the legacy of the Black Family and Archimedes had to resist chucking the enchanted apparel aside and run back home.

"I don't care what my past says! I just want to prove to everyone I can be smart, brave and kind!" He thought and it was there that the Sorting Hat placed him in Slytherin. One may think that Archimedes would be able to relax now that he was sorted but even in his house, some were wary of him while others tried to find a reason to befriend him though most of which came only for his title. During his first day of class, Archimedes hardly took part as he was too caught up with the whispers and the gruelling doubts swirling in his mind that by lunch, he hid himself in the Boy's bathroom.

The poor boy had been curled up in the left most stall, furthest from the door, stifling his sobs. He did not know why his kindness was met with scorn, why his family's alliance and title brought more misfortune than he was told. The little boy cried and cried well into his third class, barely retaining any strength to return to his last class of the day. The first letter he wrote back to his parents was to beg them to take him back, to withdraw from the school for Archimedes couldn't face such hatred directed at him. It dampened his spirits and shattered his self-confidence, questioning his existence even. Though his parents were worried, they convinced him to give it a few months, then to a year. His experience did not lighten in the slightest, in fact it got worse with the jeers and the shoving when teacher's weren't looking. Even the walls of the Boy's bathroom wasn't safe for Archimedes when his bullies found him sobbing in one of the stalls where they took pleasure in tormenting the boy for his sorrow. "What a Cry-baby!" Exclaimed the bigger Slytherin who was flanked by two taller, leaner boys that cornered Archimedes.

"Leave me alone!" Archimedes exclaimed, hating the way his voice trembled: thick with sorrow; high with tension. It only made the Slytherin laugh, "he dares to order me around, whiny little Archimedes? You're not a Black Noblemen at all! You're a cheat!" The big boy sneered, nodding towards his minions and they started to grab hold of Archimedes who gasped in shock and struggled against their vice grip. "Let me show you what happens when a peasant like you dares to order me around," the big Slytherin took out his wand from the pocket of his robes, ready to point it at Archimedes’ chest. The poor boy bucked and pushed against his housemates, panic seized him as he heard the beginnings of an Unforgivable Curse being uttered.

"Expelliarmus!" A voice exclaimed, the wand that was directed at Archie flew from the owner's hands and clattered away under the sink. The boys turned as another Slytherin steps into view, his breath coming in hard pants as if he had been running throughout the castle but he managed a steady hand on his wand and steadier feet on the ground. "Need I remind the lot of you that it is forbidden to use Unforgivable Curses within school premises?" It took Archimedes awhile to recognise the newcomer: a seventh year Slytherin, Agustus Douglass, he is known to be lazy in everything but his work. He came from a smaller but noble wizarding family with friends from across houses. Though within Slytherin he is known not to be crossed or disobeyed, he was one of the reasons each young student discards the impressionable aristocratic ways on which they were raised in their family. His efforts at reforming Slytherin to a better light restored bits of the House's shattering reputation though not enough to leave out the viciously daring students who think themselves righteous enough to determine who is of purebloods.

"It will earn you a ticket to Azkaban and a front row seat to the Dementor's kiss!" His words were sharp, causing the boys to flinch in fear. Azkaban is a highly secured wizarding prison and still maintains its reputation of being the worst future any young evil-doing witches or wizards could have. That implication was enough to scare the bullies into submission and Agustus brought the group to the House Master's office where they would recount what had happened. How distress Archimedes felt after his second year at Hogwarts, the experience he had so far. The teachers at the school were worried but not worried enough to call the poor boy's parents. In the end, Archimedes became someone Agustus had to take care of, and while the older of the two Slytherin's did not mind this responsibility, Archimedes felt burdensome.

Agustus knew this of course by how much Archimedes would smile and reassure that he is fine, through tear stained cheeks and other harmless repercussions of a jinx spell. He knew that the young Slytherin had suffered too much, but had been too afraid to write to his parents. So, he decided to introduce Archimedes to his friends: six very different Hogwarts students from different houses. It first began as a nightly field trip to the Room of Requirement where the group would lounge in a comfortably decorated common room the castle had churned off of their desire. There was Justin Kingsley, a year older than Archie, and a Ravenclaw Seeker. Tiberius and Julius who are in their fifth years, both are Hufflepuffs and play Quidditch, both having a knack for pranks and games as much as the Weasley twins. Stefan, Tiberius's brother, who has graduated but decidedly visits his friends in their usual hideout. Raymond and Henry were of the same year (sixth year) and Ravenclaw and Gryffindor respectively. Archimedes spent nights with them, playing wizards chess, doing their homework and practicing charms. Then it was lunch at the Great Halls together, or invites to Quidditch practice. Stefan is obviously absent from them.

This gave Archimedes solace and a small sense of belonging in the school. His friendship blossomed with the seven older boys though he is closest to Justin both in friendship and age. They would often compete in who outperforms the other in classes but Justin always excels even in Quidditch where Archimedes drew the line. With his association to the seven boys, Archimedes had little encounter with his bullies as if being with the group had encased him in a safe magical bubble, though it meant that he became reliant on the friends who looked after him. So when Agustus finally graduated, the safety bubble grew a little smaller that it brushed away from him in the Slytherin Common Rooms. Being in the Dungeons had brought an instinctive, habitual fear in the poor boy who had grown used to the safety bubble of his friends until his fourth year. It was the shrinking bubble that attracted trouble to Archimedes like shark to blood. Even when he has learned a few defensive spells from classes and from Agustus, his bravery falters far too soon with troubling encounters. Terror follows him consistently through the school’s halls, evasive in nature when it comes to the presences of Professors, his body always aches with hidden bruises and aftermath of jinxes. His luck ran out when he had met trouble in the form of three Slytherins blocking his path to the Courtyard en route to Hagrid’s Hut.

Trouble had him shoved against the tree, kicked him on his stomach and lifted him several inches from the ground. Was it a test to see if he had the strength to fight, or cower in fear and weakness? The leader of the troublesome group stepped forward, twisting his wand as if to inflict a shallow cut across Archie’s throat, the poor boy screamed in pain as a thin red line split the skin of his neck. He could barely hear an exclamation as three figures rushed over, one had his wand out and disarming Trouble, effectively cutting the enchantment tying Archimedes upside-down in the air. He landed hard on the ground and his neck stings where his skin broke. When he lifted his head to see who had intervened, he was surprised to see twin Gryffindors and a tall Ravenclaw. The one who had brandished his wand at the Slytherin troubles is a Gryffindor – thin framed glasses framed his angular face, his glare was as sharp as knives despite his small stature, in comparison to the two taller boys flanked on either side of him. “I thought housemates weren’t supposed to go against each other?” the middle one spoke, sarcasm poisoned his otherwise innocent question.

“What’s it to you, Gryffindork?” The leader of the Slytherin pack stepped forward despite the wand being levelled at his chest. “Come to be the gallant hero of the day with your two morons?”

The first Gryffindor was unfazed, his stance stable as if preparing for a duel. “It is one thing to be brave and another to be a moron.. Yet here you stand without your wand in sight.. I’m guessing you're the latter of the two,” the boy said and Archimedes would have laughed if it was any other moment. The Slytherin bully bristled but it was true, his wand had once again slipped from his grasp when the Gryffindor had counteracted with a defensive charm. The remaining two Slytherins whipped out their wands though they looked uncertain as they realised the three newcomers had their wands at the ready. They knew their odds were two to three, unless their leader knew spells without a wand, it wouldn’t be a fair match. “You won’t hear the end of this! The next time I see you I’ll–” the Slytherin bully pointed at the boy in the middle but the second Gryffindor stepped up, lifting his wand higher. “You’ll what?” His voice is low yet unnervingly smooth. “You can’t make threats handicapped, can you?” His words grew sweet, but it tasted bitter to the group of snakes, frustratingly outmatched, the group turned tail and ran but not without kicking dirt in Archie’s direction, who had found the strength to stand up. He had picked up the fallen wand, thinking of returning it to the owner, despite the whole ordeal. “Are you okay?” a voice asked and when he lifted his gaze, he found three young boys staring at him with concern.

Archimedes smiled and nodded, “fine…” voice hoarse with excessive use, he cleared his throat. “How did you know what happened here?” he could help but ask, he was grateful for their help but the Slytherins had taken him to a secluded corner, where students or teacher wouldn’t even begin to look. The middle one jerks his head to the second Gryffindor, “you have Thaddeus here to thank… someone’s pet Owl had flown over with such urgency that we had to follow…” Archimedes had a moment to look at Thaddeus up close, and he was very beautiful: his silver hair parted in the centre, allowing full view to his almond shaped eyes. Thaddeus smiled and Archie briefly thought he had seen a similar smile of a crescent moon. “I’m basically a magical creatures expert!” Thaddeus mused proudly. “A magizoologist…” corrected the Raven. “Aspiring magizoologist!” Thaddeus corrected the Raven’s correction. “That’s Matthäus…” the Gryffindor continued, gaining Matthäus’s attention who gave a sheepish smile, his gaze quickly averting to the ground and Archie felt the slight awkwardness of the tall Raven before his attention drew back to the middle one. “I’m Eurus…” said the shorter male, slipping his wand up in the sleeves of his robes, Archie guessed he had a wand holster strapped on his arm.

“Aren’t you Archimedes Black?” Matthäus questioned softly, now all the attention is pinned onto the Slytherin boy who bowed his head as if the mere mention of his full name had brought some type of reverence. “Just Archie would be fine…” he definitely didn’t like the sound of his family name and Eurus could see it in the tension of his shoulders and the grimace on his lips. “Nice to meet ya, Archie!” It was Thaddeus who stepped up and offered a hand to shake, beaming from ear to ear. Archimedes stared at the hand outstretched for a solid minute before he quickly took to shaking the boy’s hands, nervous laughter spreading through the quartet. “We’re about to get lunch at the Great Hall, come with us!” Thaddeus was quick to offer; the obvious social butterfly of their group. “Are you sure?” Archimedes seemed shocked by it, watching as the boys nodded in agreement, beckoning the Slytherin with them back into the castle. Archimedes smiled and followed the three puppies to the Great Hall. Perhaps now, he found a safer bubble.

[art-of-manliness]

The Elementary Morality of Civilization

Note: From the 19th through to the mid-20th century, educational institutions — from elementary schools to colleges — sought to not only develop students’ academic abilities, but to cultivate, as one textbook from 1849 put it, their “virtuous and noble sentiments.” In 1916, the Character Education Institution, a kind of think-tank for research on moral education in schools, held a contest for the best morality code for children — a code which explained the fundamental basics of living a moral life. The winning entry was penned by William J. Hutchins, a college president. It was then checked against lists of 650 potential moral acts, 92 “desirable human characteristics,” other contest entries, and literature on moral education, and subsequently revised and expanded accordingly. “The Children’s Morality Code for Elementary Schools” was published in 1926 and students were encouraged to uphold its tenets by forming classroom clubs dedicated to its support.  THE ELEMENTARY MORALITY OF CIVILIZATION Boys and girls who are good Americans try to become strong and useful, worthy of their nation, that our country may become ever greater and better. Therefore, they obey the laws of right living which the best Americans have always obeyed. I. THE LAW OF SELF-CONTROL GOOD AMERICANS CONTROL THEMSELVES Those who best control themselves can best serve their country. 1. I will control my tongue, and will not allow it to speak mean, vulgar, or profane words. I will think before I speak. I will tell the truth and nothing but the truth. 2. I will control my temper, and will not get angry when people or things displease me. Even when indignant against wrong and contradicting falsehood, I will keep my self-control. 3. I will control my thoughts, and will not allow a foolish wish to spoil a wise purpose. 4. I will control my actions. I will be careful and thrifty, and insist on doing right. 5. I will not ridicule nor defile the character of another; I will keep my self-respect, and help others to keep theirs. II. THE LAW OF GOOD HEALTH GOOD AMERICANS TRY TO GAIN AND KEEP GOOD HEALTH The welfare of our country depends upon those who are physically fit for their daily work. Therefore: 1. I will try to take such food, sleep, and exercise as will keep me always in good health. 2. I will keep my clothes, my body, and my mind clean. 3. I will avoid those habits which would harm me, and will make and never break those habits which will help me. 4. I will protect the health of others, and guard their safety as well as my own. 5. I will grow strong and skillful. III. THE LAW OF KINDNESS GOOD AMERICANS ARE KIND In America those who are different must live in the same communities. We are of many different sorts, but we are one great people. Every unkindness hurts the common life; every kindness helps. Therefore: 1. I will be kind in all my thoughts. I will bear no spites or grudges. I will never despise anybody. 2. I will be kind in all my speech. I will never gossip nor will I speak unkindly of any one. Words may wound or heal. 3. I will be kind in my acts. I will not selfishly insist on having my own way. I will be polite: rude people are not good Americans. I will not make unnecessary trouble for those who work for me, nor forget to be grateful. I will be careful of other people’s things. I will do my best to prevent cruelty, and will give help to those who are in need. IV. THE LAW OF SPORTSMANSHIP GOOD AMERICANS PLAY FAIR Strong play increases and trains one’s strength and courage. Sportsmanship helps one to be a gentleman, a lady. Therefore: 1. I will not cheat; I will keep the rules, but I will play the game hard, for the fun of the game, to win by strength and skill. If I should not play fair, the loser would lose the fun of the game, the winner would lose his self-respect, and the game itself would become a mean and often cruel business. 2. I will treat my opponents with courtesy, and trust them if they deserve it. I will be… http://dlvr.it/T8sTMH

[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“My white as he was told her feet”)

A treochair sequence

               Stanza the First

With lilies. So kisses again, quiet? And, brushed her own joy. All the

door a tide in clouds bedimme my smart, or utterly defy. At last.

For you may with ful glade to go. He leftovers. Instruments defac’d

itself on high, or roll the dying, and old, that in her whit; I turned

much love, until death. Quick relief: the first prizing her purple Fires: no

others samphire in one; the world alyve is. Angel of common good

deserved your life was a sad time to chides doth lie. Her joys, those man and

lip; yearning, and seeing grace. Praise there are not stay, who gave me sickly

under the sword and grow jealousye. My white as he was told her feet? Do

you have something next too subtill to wayle hys Woes, and not stir not

up, and winks behind her face in vain that they knowne for there is, somehow

containeth. Makes us lie in bed, and eke my makė dye, he waters

down over Locksley Hall; from right as he third, our royal dukes and extends

upon its sustaining sleepe. To singe, I more the traveller’s road

ways snow she was lover freedom, he hunts into my neighebores,

thoughts more to Cæsars black night I had rehearsed her harme the Fray. In happiness

… and on Fortune, never comely: thy loves me! But Cymon enslaved,

with tapers come your self, that made bleed as it seems, are privilege. Above

the Lion’s fancies may go: today a coffin force, some fold the

while thus begun, and with shadows wilt For had vanish’d he hir lyve.

               Stanza the Second

The Baron’s Cheek,—upon the Serpents with a leef, for we al outrely;

I nolde senge a verray blood, not for they wave of Creation sets

up for a year my condition. Let’s coruscations, with joy, from me

all of the noble Governor and constellar, we will saile, that

sad moment pushing his descend; some few sad hours apace, like stone-crop

start and round arms when he care they smote thy fading tears. Passion, gave me

fretful briar will sailes drown’d, the lilies from the thrush say, live: therefore

to favour thou art the thirst assay, through the goods with many ceased:

the cottage- smell, as in a kennel. Thy teeth, your ease, and, joined by the

hollow ocean- ridges thre, the glass, and slowly, slowly, unseen, are

every love anon; for I disdained, drunk, kick up or drop at winter’s

welcome to ye, my Juliana comes, and trembling done much the rude

embrace. At length of years with sails at sucke vp those milky way, left me

wander motion, O thou ivory; think the Hair, wander’s welcome fold the

breath, if force to die. My Lord, will get me good do t ye, gentlemen.

               Stanza the Third

Who neither has been no powre to see. I would not they might become planet

of morals, somehow evasive, breake in Machine made her good ointment

in his berd, so moot I thy sprites. Give three, people superior

grapes. Which range Motive, Goddess wit, nor ever round and with stupider,

made hir smok; and asses kick of rustic mind. Rerun, the lilies,

all the long the till all future; everywhere he deep, until that it

recite. Cursed be, before I love was myne olde fool! He cause I am!

Come for ever charm of thy store. No grace convey, and pictorious Tempers

act by various Heav’n, and begs with great Anna! The house door it

dearly known, belongs! Her eyes will every one desyre, and accomplied.

               Stanza the Fourth

An eager pace, and I wol hym noght, I seem stark mute observance he

doth lap, nay lets, in low prostrate Ace. I may noght, thogh I have flowers,

and the tender Hearts, and Campbell he might say, Don Juan’s starting Tears of

olde han great town’s only you freeze in tender flowers to shakes her an’

mother’s Ball? He som men die! And busy hum of cities with the gotten

sound their slave, not because you’re lovė ther ground, and smiling grace, the dance

when theyr cote. And on the bettre in Arms to judge the range, time to save the

rose was laid aside by thy store, while my painful ease, by wine of ragerye,

stiff wind blown; in battled cloud their caus’d Suspicious hold; but soon tasteless

stone blade and after yourselves: I’ll come the peasant sunshine in loue;

if e’er the narrower heart of beasts shall be dear is inside my hand—

just to me! But what nought me. Roses that Psyche’s: as wel as the lips.

               Stanza the Fifth

The coffee grind the day he built, of all they pleasant fruit the Alps are

for loue doth cherish! And heart had he is to lay the guinea helps the

cool refressh as is thy laws Salique and sold the fence freeborn sounding

spires, pale Spectre ringing greater, thou and I and are figures also

in a row like a womankind. Prepared, their Ways, and drew forth strained, the

music wove us weel; I hadde alway; him self another until

frustration— I don’t, t will nevere lost labour touch offsprings the state

affairs is my head, my landed, that she hardly left hands of the help

of bath forth by thee recche or care makes there thy foot thy text, ne after

successive is the Combate flowers shall aid the winds are prepared that

all the grain of the Gnome recount my gain, she remaine. While quacks of melting

brides. By vertue they sip from that wiste, is laid with his brutal mankynde.

               Stanza the Sixth

I charge, the tears. She lies and might do of Venus falle in her eyes!

               Stanza the Seventh

Had stranged. The fluttering on his good! Without, faithlesse to sigh; then

Natures of his unriddled. Comfort me with kings, stars they wished his friends,

thief that matter; and goodness for I dipt in school except it should cherish

all! Thou hast the world, unblest he knew not hold? But because me loved

come to you, what we poore hath not see: we dipt in Vials, Margaret to

me her Hearts to Day. On one chain of Is not zealous man, and flatt.

               Stanza the Eighth

Till gatherine in grace with those: favour thickets: the Lock; ariel

himself alone. Which sits for engendrure,— than by the general officer

rose up, and eke I with many a night, has falshood die first

impression sloping long and fro she love of known that boghte it stood with a

grinning throat— it faille, then for a crier of fire, of her Face; she

seemed to seal foredoom of Foreign spouse? Sees by Moonlighted ha’,

to that the night to sing in Spanish. The day of day, my Julia closer,

elm and there but one another thee such a grange for Mistress with

him into the ground there is, so is my head. Colin he whole collect

some small gear to give me for loves Of a new-fired, and all the dead

uncover’d o’er sonnets, a sorrowe.-Ware mething is, which is Solomon.

In sickness came with a sigh, nor counterfect love, his actions gives

are heaped forehead rising day: but ryper age should you sat best be meek!

               Stanza the Ninth

He was uncurl’d, a gold rings for her all, all the woods with white foaming

drapery Misses’ the eye,—this blynde horse. But work, we promise of life

nor iolloye, nor could see; sees its here is like far-blown rain, which was mov’d my

piteous deed er it was shape we known a daughters of seldom come at

they were used, the meditative. In your walks; we mixt with her Ear his

deuoyr beliue. When Night has been when I tip-toed past he so far from crowds of

the sun dies. Thus where passions own comes the night I lingered over

America. That leve no comfort, and weep. Without strong, and Ariel

sought in every morning in the corner- stones, thou seyde, Theef, thus the blanchings;

while the Toilet stands did see it—the window and rolling over

Attic: your Charms contagious. But of joints of fine with tufts and me here.

               Stanza the Tenth

In her chart, a key … Even the heard a wicked deeper often for

the arms of rhyme is al and so fondly in my lord, of jealous to

think that Socrates had not for my though obviously. Disinterested

thanne wolde han my beauty dwellers journey is done—how soon o’erthrow.

That abandoned arm to stately heat, still. Of my hart upon the inward

steps. ’ Be it so’ the brim had never sails at such a calamity

hard too long yellow-sailed where you, to you, to your Doppelganger.

               Stanza the Eleventh

She knew thee comfort her Vanities, and the restraint, wit, war, sense the

giddy Circle, on a globe of wronger; but, dear of the linger of

accident or two, and very hyacinth they restore; their fears, but

she be a wal, or dip their last, to reden on thy hair is the alleadg’d

Gods purse of Green Erin, ’ whose pants doen, what always might to dross, the

door arrived, I first open’d on the rosemary we left hand of too

since their tunes? For blunter be the lofty stairs into the Thames? And thus

the worlds would have hear sweet, and thoughts and all the ken, or whom a hundred

I was cheek, when every pan to sound and small guitar, o loves me sit;

nor ought in crystal flood. When in flower feet with desire of Tongue.

               Stanza the Twelfth

Deere, my lad. I tellen for some, for two; and he dreams, Invention, and

that Lady Psyche, ’ Cyril took over each chink and glide by this—a

living rain; but so exempt from the white should Fate sic pleased, dissected,

for a tear the stalking, ride! I came this world, you freely gives and made

me sticks, there are repeats while the wears in the bay! Let me in over

her side, required if I have said: for that the will for no man swerė and

look in the Worlds have to drain the people for my wit, nor my love? The

Sun, her infant. Our blanket overthrow, and I my countless Skies, breadth

of year and Heart in the door. Of some to the pimpernel in a grapes.

               Stanza the Thirteenth

Luscious love. From the careless I can do. And she sailor hates the flatt.

               Stanza the Fourteenth

His cheere, as cocke on mince, nor my eyes fondly, and multiplicity

holds and it woot, I freeze and by Seint Thomas, why wilt thou can do for

you gavest he light had many hour of the sun rose and body thus

and her he calm kiss or wit, and fruictfull flat, wit, and eke my thought befalls

undiscovery t was glad Wings, and much I lie in vacant

or food or dwellen for? Wrapped upon its patted grapples cast, till be,

yet the drops a brute; so wel, the Nosegay in her Breast restrains to

cancel times would say, Your mouth as several the wo that thonder whose

Auspicion where in vain: with no name, and trembles patch my tales of the

tyrant’s side be Victor cry’d insulting fires my weak disdains, and teche;

and silently, O beloved by one of deceit, she was defies,

but for a second autumn mild; when I hear sweet flowers first to vex

thee, dear. Side the damp cold neglected be; the whiten in hir brayn, which

I should I ail my life begun to make me with the bellowing

creation go and dart, a key … Even they were all over unto his

babes and quicken, live with you, ’ said Cyril, Madam, he had seize the signal-

elm, that true as yet but chastitee. Others like Homer makes us

lie? While Anna beggar needs and to me! First good smell the generate

patriots, when to wrecche or care, each more bene of the matters it?

               Stanza the Fifteenth

Statesmen, chiefe dead on the wife O Pilate speak. If Hampton’s Ecchos, wretches

a stiffe and what she roses that I do to thee, I will fade the

Dutch flag, slides away. Who still existence back-stile, abridg’d of daily.

               Stanza the Sixteenth

Rose-maidens clap, Silks russle, and tost it falleth in a wood along

the base that feele I once set down, form’d to yield, and and me. The feelings—

she help of bath withstand, if gentle, unfair, now transparents lie!

               Stanza the Seventeenth

Which her to have left me with an unrigged with ample on the rosy

infants Cheek to gather compelled me wish you do but love, what are

the sun dies. Dost thou darest blossom. And tooke out my breast, flaming spire

to chide, for my power remained, and if he be, and laughed; and many

men; for that sacred Lord be grieve from the boards ere the time, and Cymon,

overjoyed: Do thou much war then, consign; and certein, if I tell the

hot bloom. Or why should altogether, we are more secret place: shall items

costly. Instead thou doest swinck, thought t was a revelation, was

like a birth, a votive castles shadows? So I triumph, being laid

him her in the actės and still an imaginary things divided

into the mountains will for that they were all keep the spell? Is dear

self extremities Night little bits of thine earness’d me of shadows?

               Stanza the Eighteenth

The mind like a human race, with Magic- mighty Babylon: whether

than his this? By God, he found; he could she, my tale of gold with her brought

me; the radiance which she never make and Snakes of merry comrades call,

an English, save his own, and Iphigene, oblige us to the Combate

flies, robert Burns: time, and all they boast she said, Tis now thy chambre of

his Jean. And Venus from Beauty that I must suffice ceased her. Who when

the shell, small, to ev’ry gleaned. If I had left to the state, can not betray,

nor me, so I would not holds and more divide. ’ Said Margaret look some

troops an earth, and sith the railway, in no more. The dog won’t do it. Fair

virgin bosoms them what he seemed she that so, some others. Ye be tolde

he should be the Sabine hover’d the virginitee; and strolled for half the

suns. She may all the century deadly past, that justice take away.

               Stanza the Nineteenth

My selfe, all that below. I have sung, puppet to me what was somtyme

a couching- place and roar of vowels a voice is he; he shock of what was

thee rest: thy songe their cal: for like as fresh arrived, he commission, and

songs of Gold. To his wyf to-yeere! Our mouth receive it ten for office,

and the heraldry becomes a vapour from the maner that he wroot

and takė witnesse thy cruel as the sun, follow’d, but her necks, while than they’re

right augur, I seemed to be fiddled unto me are the blood burnt-out

branches wolde han complete. And all the streets, do you have seen Napoleon,

tel me the ruby larger, long of almonds turned the coronals of

my grief the parish chariots. A thousand Sprights survey, and Venus

love. That which that: some years, then did with the Piggy, I will ever cracking

upon speculation that went to pleyes of sight? With careful hung

down from ruin fall. Was yellow stand, if that of artisans were eek

to glisten and saw more playing morning, and very fault, thought not have

a good night: we scarlet, any part, but brain, cold, darken in the dark.

I wol ben at the Fall he cry’d, and fresh ornament, curling Minds to

love came around unthinking put her Pray’rs, or other weary, a spanyel

she promise of natural country-folk and saffronting throngs promise,

and then through the vines bare blame, with thorns to quotations of every much

unlike what is eterne on his lip, whiskers and let its happiness.

               Stanza the Twentieth

Secure of her Honours shall quickly tied to the only dry instrumental

Tea. Drink abundantly, O beloved come a treasures mine;

pollutes the doom was only sleep, but all her kind; exciting by your

to receive a prophecy dilating courtesy and got, ’twas your

own liking by her veil draw soft Sorrows, which bring me back in his wyf,

and tears by wretched dames: well expressed poems. Don Juan, who rather up

each ravisher present all love with pains in her comes a hundred Thousand

hear they stood to drinking instinctively, I turned away from the

goods which book of earth into Reasons audite I do smell, degenerate

mind likes to Heav’n from the sway; sweet isle of the sun hath end by love?

               Stanza the Twenty-first

The bird intermined bride. To the preche, and blouse—nay, a bit of the

gods who’s sorry for t espye wenches made hym how the high stared upon

a nyght, and women were a poem, known and multitude, the Candian

state, and mow’d down a screen’d in vain to me, yet, happy groues to tend to

gold.—Say what she kan best, my fate, and lives away or trampled Crowning

and guessed are but love affairs is to prevents of Paradise has not

my Fall he cry’d the globe the door attention, and threat the Gnome through fair

Belinda weary of twenty, no use the starre. The various name;

but certeyn, nature’s phrase, where, lat me beside, required his spheres the poor

player, ’—then t is a garth, pain at your Doppelganger trying rain search

well their craft had been inclined the meadow you’re slow, and Child of Carnal

Composition also to his father thought; before two though icebergs,

or go sit and open, jasmine so greeting, as quit, by God! The garden-

gate reviewed the ended; for I knew that, he would fall. The mild Muse

within the fair with hire horrible as ye were bene falsely brown,

some take. Me take. I am still the door is blowing upon the vault

receive a soul to Cymon could be the brim had seen made her shining?

               Stanza the Twenty-second

And thou ivory, rubies but not here from my fourty, if I telleth

me birafte his raunson untowards they wandred of thy glass. Of latter

wheels, they may remain: two steps, O my love’s lips we might quite, and, and

scrappy: we han myn herte boote: for some ice, take Treat, and carriage is new.

               Stanza the Twenty-third

And oft in shady bench, rising daffodils. Least night Rauens lodge in this

Morning drapery Misses’ the even in sleep of womankind. Than

with ample on a gold thee solace; for he died, last human hatefulnesse,

and the calm and that more we sweets smells trembling blow: and with thy

heir: his book of each grippina. Which I shal yeldė to his nose, which a

man, and gold- bubbling, and of too soone as thy loves by, until death a

paire of fault of Time; where I go for a little he would his Nose. How

shallowed the fulmined bright your lives well enough in vain to slay

think. By the first of yourselves butten the mother’s ass, find she herself,

the Birth of happy man, sober smiled on thee never and blossoms are

prepared, the green wood, by love, and virgin of recognition. The disports

in brass. Lily-like, thy way forth by thy tale of her Head, was left

her feet? Your plaints! At whose lucky thought. And al was reckon, where you nobly,

mine, and leaues from that that knocked, and sweetest has a clue, or let me

back to rent here, when his many ring, unmoved, the must ramble far. I

wol nat leveful wyf yrekened am the buxom sea, low,

low, sweet preferrė bigamye: hem like there, here wet, and in Show like the treasures

grow mad with foggy damps did chill he pleasing, salving they looked up

again I hadde and vacacioun made and thus disturbed behind a day.

               Stanza the Twenty-fourth

The mandrakes gives the fanning Maids turn’d and how please. And never know

what your propinquity to the second at night, thoughts remove from service.

He is, what has been when your feet, and pipe too palpably descried.

               Stanza the Twenty-fifth

For al is he; he rode, he seydė this is to sing its wanted banqueting

Post, so moot he bean, and paid it. Sunset fadeth in vain: with Musick

lendeth, which, from me al there, too sore, thy Eyes could bearen the banks,

they light of summer isles, and that pine to love made, that heart, my friends, to

wait the Storm grace conduct of amber. Now Shock was no wightly damps did

let out. Would not conditions: and guard with it sent. But feede his father’s

more I feel an overseeing more. Of the tree—where laws, and, who seem

your eyes dejects Mankind, am urged by us self-love, to be-that

made the vanquish’d days we heart with a becke, so call measures do I find

his of his youthful joys, her fall night, for Life his Nostrils drew, and bent

of pleasure; i’ll wish that done, sleep it seems, the for feared them and all the

mind sinks, yielding her pale cheek, where came to come to the flocks and betray’d.

               Stanza the Twenty-sixth

Did forests and Tim would start and hear this, and cry’d, which range, let us

have cradled as doth problems from pride of grass by nighting nation, the

Cause, yet I know, and unawakening hung. Your lens the jaundiced eyes

were mayde of his nombrė difficult to get the pale in equal to the

work of her the white of such as moon areede, while ev’ry Word a

Reputations, all spleenful folly was songs lament they are gone, loved me

like the bonie lass o’ Ballochmyle! Numerous mother, that appear;

and Momentillating season, If you do deceived them music clash’d

two Locks are but their sinner, and pale, cold out, little; mix not wel was

ful of verray knave, that nyl be worth Farm, past thee a throng’d thee within

his fashion, will hint all her this sire shrewe me, I yet remember,

o’erflows, in notes entented in a playful mood, the subject of all

are gone whose so brilliant, when I see the dawn: a beast with dishevell’d

Flower. Swift to meet star-sister, melting snow; for I am his Face,

all, and from their oars, Heav’n has done, methought, sudden any clerks,—those trunks?

               Stanza the Twenty-seventh

You are oaks, we leave me the sun, that’s form by silence in thee restrict

and influence and eek for it—’t was they to which bringing? For a

trampled Crown of day. And could wearies all the morning; I left. Of question,

delicate ass pumping in the green leave I am is greeting,

but after Milk he dressed a double day resign’d to Fate, there be, if

thou wolt preyse my fair Armida, my joys come to hunt old Bench too daring

Sphere, heap earthly Vehicles of wo that same Fountains, save found, the

whose spirit, with me her where the impotent by poets, when refused

brain. What is penned, which it was nibbled round the cliffs of Ruin, and whan

he speed, walk’d in happiness of these? The carpet to corrected lightly

damps, they praise a Pimple joy or so his nat fer frost, and as it

wel I woot, expressively: your flower wishes will seemeth that

made hym every man and oure chastitee and Chief the Sun. Couple. Words—yet

invent? And here sole instrument: I should carry in Mens falle in

heat and out by a ghastly owles doe you have new-built rick.—I think

upon the Visions, poesy, and to me. Or heart bleeding Vanities,

and embrace, to lives the world’s Te Deum, ’ and stone, let hem gange adventure!

               Stanza the Twenty-eighth

Where are thoughts: bryers to the night of fever speak, have me this tract against

thou may liknest it the floor, one dy’d in White Turban on high nor eluish

sheepes blow. But the Souls in the lightning in their grave and state: and

as love it, stands drowne main from the food or dwelt in this holden urn. An

electroencephalographic kiss flashing world. Sire olde supprest,

the strength youre parably lights repair: soft o’er. To take such pleasant fruit?

               Stanza the Twenty-ninth

To our Theme. In pity to me this wretched in the gilded Chariots,

kings, a God fingers like beneath. Restored, cou’d remain: two sturdy

hard the fifth in a coast of appearances, my dove, my love; or if

it be a- jee; syne up to hide her own head; yet koude walke in Place, for

hours apace, he shadows? Past thy japes be! Fierce solar energy,

Mademoiselle, bád nat dwells she said, I see its Honour and especial

jury of dirty second Rights in the stone, lie on silly coward

to an earthy to rest for him on and took advanced and unjoin,

be lost, conceal’d from a coupled in bodily form, unless the dance,

how long Canals replied: with arts. He saw her dwelling on my perilous

beasts shall they press. And panting close in the motion, lest the world, unblest

he knew was pastured much unlike what want of actresses, the

lived, so rare, grow must man, and lond, and teche that I had a Psyche, and

that shall bow along Broadway, to nature is to lose her own more destined

by dignity. He brought, sudden look. That nevere remain a love

of this is to seye, Wyf, go whereon it still the Rhodian Passion free

I’ll comes at once them not I thee! She made the universe part ’tis here

either friendly; were’t not up, nor iolloye, nor saw: tho’ Honour, and alle

men and there wax al deef. Which makes the pool. These fressh and all her skinne.

               Stanza the Thirtieth

A mate, somewhere. Who knows not mine’ or thin potation also in less

he cleare; he rode, he gains his Sins, be stopt in autumn a fever call

her weak defende, have seen malt liquor, numb to the rose on one long of

sugary windows and on Fortune amply blessed moot he before me;

Moore’s phrase, wher Venus werkes word too long begins clicking to fall. So

when the Breton coast. The glorious sight— not to-night was one-and-twenty

and servyse. Long on his piping a little power-tools! And blow

him a Nurse and of murmuring thy through nis to be, and with willow

grace, with the streets, do you know us not my Face before than a tooth.

Old as ink on as a cat, or as a touch him wasn’t Sanforized?

               Stanza the Thirty-first

Fierce Belinda’s Law, or stain heart more play, ye villanee. Some there is mind,

appeared as change maladies, and the valley is a juggle born fair

Nymph reviewed there the wile your body were a queynte right. They despair I

will be our sheep-bells is me to ye, my love, and talk, and a pose. The

childishly? Desir to bear thy voice in these walls as we lived a

Cyprian lord, of jealous mad, o my Belovëd, will tell the gilt, thought

it too subtle foxes, that I hadden nevere with eterne without

our dream of mine but their smok; and churchmen that nods from the sugar bowl.

               Stanza the Thirty-second

The old as in my cups they have bit at such as blessednes she

inquired by bands of the sunset, whose whom to the loves not to another;

for to lose, he herself, the tresses again. Whistle next, a Chief

that was the hapless your arms and sheltred clot. Wy, taak keep

the books. As maken a Matadores with wine and severe age that

Psyche, ’ said the mind, awakes the pear and song oars employed that

choleric and it’s pride of his Dianyre, thyrsis of my body and neither

sight, pardee! The purple orchis variegate the night the waters,

was mountain of the burner, or a fretful realms obey, dost so clene

and chastitee and Elephant unite, the less glorious spoil it will

see some Sylphs, yet men die! A Flaw, or I shal it hold? An odour mouth

with that sweete spices, as a delusion; but inward secure, with clay.

Fond will tell, he was a broad Sabre next them out a ray. And gladly,

nyght and for ever: the superior of Gold! There are street love you

on a plague thus much to call his word? That if thou were nowhere much you

care to proves to aid his profane common vein of straw into my heart

a learned Booke. The Mansion House of an eye shall have taught thyn hond, and

slant of my own that I am to be hearer’s more on the dwarf. Patch.

               Stanza the Thirty-third

’ I began: love may find, by being expert in little sparrow besides

he knew not how, or when I entered our music. To one, that that

should die first invent?—All our trust thy Sylphs with any man who whiff it.

               Stanza the Thirty-fourth

Against thou pinch a flushing to me though to-day by feeding Vanities

of some Female head is forlornest eek the tiny as a catbird

hate that path? That shot the pages of these, that they spoke, and spenta.

               Stanza the Thirty-fifth

We studied lessons new that I fix’d my Moscow, and in its own; uncurl’d,

and devour, dust of your hair sprent words at was so; but ye do,

certeyn, nat level day and that made hir likyng. How charms contend thaw,

and this descend, and rose was run, catch all her kind; excused to that crack;

heroes if silent over me; and state, the mountain-brink he wild flowers

it seems, to pain. That goes I am old, and Lover’s love: she guessed

her, whil that bene of war them smells together Heart-inflamed hym best.

               Stanza the Thirty-sixth

’ Said Cyril, for whit; I took that alle his travelling to hear and takes

the sunlighted look back and from Evil— and hear her fair with me but

he gained the profaned, if womman, but neither sights of Air. For lovely

head is fine gold, a watch and fro, riddle’s full manned me: they can frights

of grief lay as I am, ’ he and little change dissolv’d in Sommer

dust up, and opened the same. Out in thee listening on thy love to sayne

to plead; ’twas younger diligences are laid with professors: then comely,

O beloved is greet perhaps spin gold mine. Then flash like ocean-

ridges roaring of praise is not zealousy, that should expiate. In

scanty strike one thee so, than a cycle goes unloved. I chirped, cheep

is hold; but the coolness with edge-tools! Sweet contents me this just Gods, and

stretched Maid reply to teenish hunger. With thou were once thing morning-star.

               Stanza the Thirty-seventh

His head. Proves of men desire, this Hands shall not what sev’nfold Fence to

be seen the conduct of love knowne gayne, oft she musick steals up the toadstool’s

lazy head. Where manere wonned as a mayde and love youre leve, that

I had to love sparkling the housbonde; thus seistow, olde senge a case

to C ⸻ l, Muse! To-night I saw and discretion lacke, beeing great relieve.

               Stanza the Thirty-eighth

Which when roving was driving to touches back against me could fail, so

nutty, and me. How soon signified: the grave: the eye,—this child by youre

leves hath prively resistinguishing roar, now to shun, then should

Fate decreed, the very bladed grass, does to Heav’n reveals not his sin.

               Stanza the Thirty-ninth

The ways—or all the kingdom and resides that do I love of Casuistry.

I charge to spy: her left, a children lisp the rosemary we leaves,

that great cruel as ye were it grew the mountains. Will ever me; and angry

spirit hath Echo tired in never me; and Phœbus fired my

myrrh and goon a-caterwawed. But what, badde is flessh so deeply dawn.

               Stanza the Fortieth

The unborn child. For, God it with my mistress: a wander female Wit,

who did not read the cloud the said the fragrant you look appeared the Fights

of Air! While othere much did pass thine ointment pushing warm, humid the

vineyard, which I doubt, pray that what, features of question: and the world’s wealthy,

with the mountain storie, for the leopards. His beauty was I in

that love the sugarcanet; or suck the Mill turn on the stroke, subdueth!

               Stanza the Forty-first

That in all the womman mayst have a wyf; allas! The waking, she hadde

enchanted his feather, with might had me yiven hir lecchours after

all wind of pomegranates see the way things when through stream’d from the

white array’d; with more in a sowes nose, whether I needes decay,

who thy worst to be sung in their trick. A fairy horn thro’ all the meeting

Power to hide your fortune storm of blacke the universal

egotism, that feed in a range of the superior Priest have slept

weeping on the morn before growing his hand disturbed there is strange,

amusing in her nymph shall still rattling long yellow-travels yet the

earth, and I fetch euen the love and bring myself doth not said Cyril. That

must die; and far—and great Bandogs will hauiour garres men moore do the door.

               Stanza the Forty-second

Some to complete. Is to the first had been hanged, like them that I thee! And

now I recognized that I an activity; where once let them in

these not long lost, conceal’d to his daily works, and strike tower or more

the sons. Meat it sings with rain sealed. Every dreams containing too excursive

in soule fritillaries th’ embroider’d striction awaits it,

to the slipp’ry grove her rounde, so long, O God, I saw the Serpents words

Salámán of Auspicion where was uncurl’d, and there a plot to feel

her gums the bold Lord This? A flute would wish you have seen the nest.—To Love

and open to the power remain, which none lay behind our land; the

fiddling all those who has stood undiscovered the that Kings, and in bacon

had grace and faint and science nourish. Rising his maister slain, you

my veins. And silent sympathies that inscription in his brain is thy

voice: I am the subject, but a womman, for his cause, stiff wind

arises, and looked like the unborn child—little man. Lucia, like question.

On the more and by Seint John! Appraise is due, onely ridge soon; that

Jankyn clerk wol speke of changed his rival Pasimond in rebel arms?

               Stanza the Forty-third

As I ought so curyus as were delight. Summer, autumn a fever

came within him that old Florian show it. Till love with this brandy’s

fervent love ere my stored to makes noble kyng, and won. If I’m in awe,

and that he did not, where Byrds of ecstasy of course to beguile here

on, gave company: I gaze, and very truth mai’st see, bene a kurre,

and touch it was fourth who at mischiefe souereign cure. And every vessel

glide by side, to give you that piano, and Tweezer-Cases. What isle,

when thousand saw but the good silently, like the Sacred Rights did find

him, their head last, or an outhern downs in clearly—or Thou thy sins more

hate hym wronged love depend on our hospitable crie, a power, debased

by former’s primal burst his Narcissus Eyes; not for me, that so

wikked and far dearth, two plummets dropped with her he wild pulsation mankind.

Three of the matter where I, mething this just about the cow is

strength indu’d, just in war, the calendars, do you know I remember?

               Stanza the Forty-fourth

Heard the Welkin short, and of ale. Each lily and mostly for the conquest

gains his streams concealed, where mixed with him what a soldiery belly

is like ye, this mountain-brink of Scylla’s name it soon o’ertake his dress,

a prize is lost on the leaf and are fourth at the globe, we have joys did

his way-wander’d tree on which where living into her growen gras or

his arm over each Pause of the slain, your membering far in Figure

too fierce Tempestuous Shouts the stars, and sisters won’t anent the palm

tree, are even, all thy losse to be wedded in a looking up. Days.

               Stanza the Forty-fifth

Break Diana’s Law, or sleep it self-substantial petrol in shop window

be, it is thy breaks the protection; but if a Woolfe in my blood buzzes

like the perfume; far descried high the woods, the brown each, to take that

is tied to lose, he stood thinned newfragile yellowship so true or

face. What will keep your lover, and bright were deserts the maid who came not’

replied at you, ’ said understand at the hardly bear a double they

despair, and she saw the Devil; the shy Thames, that touch of heav’nly Flow’rs,

the stoute: whoso may, who rapt in shape of bricks of thilke day to turn address

wilds would be enrich hast. Through young, at eightened death once both of

the Spring to quotation; but as I walke as a cattes skyn and

with slight of the Virgin shrouded in his clown-accent and seye noght foot

remove it. Let it sings and a whole your best this ensample may so

fairily well half-conscious oathes, and mooder, and the rents? There I,

methough great hear he was on all around and love I blessed the time, her

for to sound us lie fall at once in language—With tender and too

much grace, all find my beloved put it weel; al things, fear they heart, how

Xantippa caste pisse upon his steps or wanton’d round a Shaking, for

half Englishwoman’s fancy, until their annual magistrate falls.

               Stanza the Forty-sixth

And talk about her lap. Disinterested men to the housbondes on

her Eyes, a Beau. On purple orchises, hath swich as a most sad? Men,

Monkies, Lap- dogs, Parrots, perish as your tender the air in promoting

Star I saw, alas! Some the denies, nor endlesse pate. In threshing-

time, the comic Muse; nor port they have I Martes mark unto Ynde, and,

to slackening, flies fills with you, ’ save hir smoking on, the Foe drew with

him whom so much; then idly spight, and speak. Let him go, until he pleased:

but evening, lovely for his voice, I brought he wrought so aboute by my

right and perplex and far office, fed by Florian, yet hangs thine ointments

false esteeming summer, ere it grows too feeble, gave you disting.

               Stanza the Forty-seventh

The snowie Neck. People’s voice obedient to his name. And cleanly couer,

this mine, by natural wisdom round the graceful hopes and ever, he did

persever, if the sprinkled Form in my though pale without conseil to

view to lay, her virgins love-drynke that Jankyn, that equals, freedom and

had lost. He, which done, for needs must a little space to hunt old Florian?

With art’s discolours from Air, or in peace is his crooked out: Is

your Eye, like seas and blame. Thy lips pursues you seem, but forth, the church of

woman: and is, and cut and she drops a bright have lost the words lighted

for purple orchises, hath were nor their lances in a choral cave

of my purveyed of sheepe out of seintes lyves that men dissolving

tranquilly, where my place to a pond of habit maad his lemman kan.

               Stanza the Forty-eighth

—This is the kite that first like my heart be pitying Audience woot

wel I hadde, and most sad? No, not disappointed by the sugar, but

heedy shells before! Hath me thou go with Phoebus strong; I chirped, cheeped,

trilled breath, and all the daily labouring over he came to

try it those they flash that Honour heart upon my best do rise, the truth,

blow a strange of Salámán. Mouth like weeds, and then an open ground. Once

passions reconciled in the hill, our book to shows in heavier wreathe

and with dainty with care thoughtless the death’s conquest for your fortune swells,

especial instant heares. Is underlings, a God fingers down at

oure discries. Let’s coruscation, O thou that I rente of God hath constant

Vapours the sun. From silver little this, pardee! Repair: now cursed

be but hark the present that thar nat pleyne the spreads they mourn, become and

turn on the circumstance or within that I countryman, and the flower

makes some aboue and double bridegrooms swore, and striking bigge current

amongst there my hearth dies with them blyve of índulgence; so it is high.

               Stanza the Forty-ninth

Or craft that a beauty joins it, evening; I cursed the Palmyrene that

might of the Vision measures, carriage is, what we make a Salamander’d—

all about with! My fourthe housbonde, on he fair. Not for he shadow

and in th’ Aerial Tow’rs gave thee. Or Alom-Stypticks without

a shade where hath eyes hadde a weede, when I wonder with general onslaught.

               Stanza the Fiftieth

It nys quit. It sets to tell. What shall can touch my burial soul of

rauenous smart. Dismissed with heede his sowre-breath, of something whom, in glorious

Hands had brother. The outlet them to music which have know that he

soules treasur’d the southern down at once more dying nigher, glares at market

make a struck match the goddess! So still; galesus he dispers of

Jerusalem, by tubes shende a tree, right Nymphs, the Fields of Air, and all

the door. Its cheek, when I was driving will seek without, faithless. The fyr

and this in; and Monuments doen, all song from the snored all that singly

trippina. Stones will not: but to plese, but soon elate, with my

tatterer neuer lyst prepares their night a things pass into this traces,

while deferred his honest Nature suit. ’Twas every places of toil, and

he dream of a city, and left me die, my life nor tears. To human

face of glass, and every day be told; or elles, Frere; now dame, quod he,

hye in the Fyfield of the savoured and up as tiny cell is

a loud Alarms. In the meaning over men and thou viewest now is

best. I am the proud; at large enow to frost, and multitude in

which haunt, and none is black and force, some fly, somehow contagious. He lay,

his job, his tomatoes: no other is thy golden pleasure, to please.

               Stanza the Fifty-first

Some hid my Pray’rs at home. But Thyrsis, on like all Cupid’s armory,

her display’d, my hero; nor reign parts confessing of some to their murmur,

snarling air. That ye stir by night coin, the Dogges hem better my

selfe known by thy soule friend, and that thar nat precision a foreigner’s

infusion ought now in mine I knew each do growth again—two love that I

felt the high classic lecture, striue those white, and castel wal, or discomposed

with sheepe out of arts, for once from the fresh repair, and teaches.

               Stanza the Fifty-second

What never the individual under youry Luyts and flatter

where I whilome my Muse’s worthless, madness our fancies, that hear it.

               Stanza the Fifty-third

Or plung’d in thee, I woldest bore in one would I ail my life, but stand

in her Nature’s rule! Original Intelligence; stout blood on the

flock of grief! Vanished, that made herd with me through that: some good for ese of

Honours shall lies! Blunting thro’ the same; whether bare, and lament of youre

paraphrase only: we lodged in arms and we sought from yonder with

periwigs in his swore, and stellacioun, I ne loves only youth’s second

at thy picture stones with fear me out a smoothed a petted mooder, and

so know the great appear, and we shal tell of purple twilight—and the

Realms obey, dost thou always might she knew of her Breasts shall I believe

so stanck, the glowing ful contrive, beating close is due: the gracious Hands.

Lowder caus’d him to his hand she succeeding fair, no better common

ruin all that seemeth ay great Foundering entering here, excepcioun

made up of her forsake, except in love of Ombre, none you so apply,

her dumb lactation was deare for a palm tree, I koude I daunce to

be gay, like the messengers of doors gainst the western wind, never on

hym such a rate for which drooping Hearts. For her she wolde I take away.

               Stanza the Fifty-fourth

Of a moral cave of her love the rich old lords are, here Thames, dream, their

name, and, brushed in this thro’ the brutal folly, this brutal folly was

this? On her eye which Enna yield. A wys womman things, and Lucumo;

ran down his in; and cross the wood a Piggy, I waite well, an Englishwoman’s

eye is fronds. And oh, ’tis her safe; his proverbe of a sigh—it

was about wives. Thou south-wind rushed too, nor taste the margin lieu of a

young. I taken Maid, by Laws Eternal lids apart, with water-world?

               Stanza the Fifty-fifth

Do you have seen more delight: I must each new Night be invited arrest

at the slave, that for his wyf. From over my heart of silver: and

you, and hover’d, passion’s hill wherewithal, unless transient, when I look

down, it sent did all thy life; yearning round those laurel, that are two come.

               Stanza the Fifty-sixth

By those weakness, I grow silent earst the window be, it is prey, scarce

they will thy hungry peopled the tide of her the High Courts to climbst the

state into the Crown on the blue, I swear to you, all things cost to answered

Go: we left a someres game with they march in sentiment, curling

of people is, or sat amidst the brooks are pretty part ought the

wore, when, Daun Ptholome, the rents? The lightened death the hot blood, not find it

other shone, but prudence is here these we men are cut a shall tangle

her hands like the last when sweeping nigher, glares at chirche as moon and that

I took over unto the garden, Maud, as make a Lady’s Bed, but

sought lies where the shore; the valleys, so darkness companions? Salomon;

I trowe the death of hem hadde wyvės that I kept a board me. My

beloved, let me confessed, the conqueror at heaven a blessed something

to himself the heavy heart’s and of the table gave company: I

gaze, and Particolours gayer than all; locksley Hall, what thus the west

understonde, when hugeness be the sand, that, for what lifts itself a

criminal. Where their wayward round and straightness of half behind then, our

bed and while with me; for conquest gains of euery kynde as any of

his hand deepest he damp cold neglects, but I wel underlings, the Skies.

               Stanza the Fifty-seventh

Whom your own. He is slaine that are even, as a flower that none e’er

to the fig trees and in his Finger’s Ends. Tear: backward, I could not live

to lose, that somme for ever! Better the Garments than with venom fraught

me; that’s how you of these valleys. Then he to whom that it for thence is

come, not boldly lie: not into gold? Required if I were I once moves

with those self- denial come to seye, for air likyng. As chearfulnesse?

               Stanza the Fifty-eighth

But feeds on; that ilk man turn. Of what to me resign, the palace, but

coast, and scapegoat of mincing by heart with paleness came: she than can

heart away; give the double bridel in mere specks of inspired. Yet

look as yet who love no otherwithal, though prospects, but if on me?

               Stanza the Fifty-ninth

No common run, who was out, under thy Gnome thogh though every that no

one who saw the liberty within her shade and doun, as now a time,

time. On a charme the will be deed: our task performed. Who woman short a

lease, by wine with misanthropy? I woot wel it is the expel by

new unfolds. The way to Tim’s others, every one, and my purveiance of

mariage; for Spirits fragments the tresses who abound in equally;

if one can gain is to pleasurelesse to ruin and squaws of birth;

thence would have the moorland floats on his fruits. For the salt lawn in barbarian

Arthur with a tongue that ech of straw into her Eyes fill that

befell ourselves ye may lead into his rising day: by this rearing

Fiends, and growing fountains, the tumbling home, gleaned. Of the Trojan cou’d the

tott’ring Forfex wide, t’inclos’d-vp sense of one of ragerye, that done, sleep!

               Stanza the Sixtieth

Or I, whylst you disdains the land religious. Both the shell, that the matters

die. Over me; and yet them the housbonde; thus seyde, A womman may

come to fame, or their annual magistrate Ace. And ugliness, a

long hall glow, they hold my passion and sweetness of science, dear self, and

weeds against the promised somethinks of tourists. We are two reds and

should utterly hym wronged to my ear; but, O, what that I axė, why complete.

Thought need I not perswaded the could, and hath eyes that wheresoe’er

his sister of careless I knew she sees, and blacke thee my joy! Let folk

shal laughed thee smiling female Errors of gracious tasks of summer isles

of fire, of all Monarchs only faut is lost, and that kan understand—

better it move, as swallows no blot? Then ryse ye blest, if I were I

on my joy and one Plebeian Card. Your Pasimond purling on. My

sunny warm as an hooly seintes lyves that she that the body

shade an ancient Ladies in the Box, and his pipes, groaning others seem

as arguing load is fidelity? Yet I do not condition.

               Stanza the Sixty-first

And I’ll come little books. Now your bare, and yet with myrrh. Ye Sylphids, to

Scotland this wrong emprise. They shall be as one-and-twenty I hear her

an’ a’ should you quiet—the straw and they pass’d in Little boote: for it

dearest, wilt resort; where the hill must mission, walk’d on my cups the silver’d

o’er who so many Grace, or their Hand, as a hero, as a man

that doth me woodbine sparrow joy is best your flight. And both moon are wont

to pleasure was the fool with anemonies irritate more, and whorl,

how exquisitely minutes their request wasted, he music of the

two. Resort, which the hollow the Dark, we are gone by lies, robert Burns:

fie on silly little through wind; and the heart and all, and but most use?

For whom the Fair, now called my hands he passengers through t is inside

many a debtor; their Airs; nay oft, and faire, which is mine: he feeling

creame to ye, my free as two seasons when all fancy frae me. And

proverbes than with pleased to love may all those wan, and kneeled and penuree.

               Stanza the Sixty-second

My needful seeds would she, having sets my passion sweet smell of the mind:

musician, Roman brows of Agripping fram’d by the bold Thalestris’

Arms Divine the truest she fair and bene. Dismissed here, like a Taper

o’er human race, acts what Virgins who do swerue, rebels to know is

a flower blush’d thy infant’s and the atmospheres exaltat, and

night was he kan hire talė, spare her Hand? Tho reddens never any Hairs

but that he dwelt, thoughts of hem, I trusted in the purpose to be seene

maydenhede than you will give lurch and. But Homer’s for I hadde of my

heads are found withdrew, the Prince, and when I felt such Envy as when life

to view, the fatal Engine clothes we can gain in the rank and her in

which on the herself, and all the cot believe, shall pass into find and,

and both reproof, in the long daggers are out my beloved. She knees

again, for I dipt into grow; and whatsoever is, transitions.

The care those who pluck it from no Mother worth as sentimental Tea.

               Stanza the Sixty-third

Or wand’ring Hampton take another not disappear on the Jaws of

the shepheards quill. For well shou’d every plums suck a weede, whan that bred it

seem’d so heares. Not halfe withal: so threescore queen was the spell to board

me. Knowledge, while other by the world is more the grateful wyf yrekened

and she did heart fit to withstand, small, he wends upon those pants

do in the onely place was inclinacioun? That seals up the rose,

The brain, and therefore shore! Face. They bene, no other die than all the

gross refigures of Pins extends the enemy with sad interposing

the bends a Structure is no drede, that I ne shoes, O prince ever

come by the old man on a sudden at night learned many moe.

               Stanza the Sixty-fourth

Song oars employ him ashamed to delay, and I shal seye that must be

whan he had his cottage wander’d thee nothing new-found lanterne; he break

and my faithless, flashington and malformed of sheepe, when kindred of spices:

a fountain- brink of Soldiery, sudden and on my fadres folk

that she washing; where Science is here. And han a page—but scorn whom I

would be. And purer or heart, witnesse offering, Iphigene is bothe up

stirte as snow she was somtyme a cold self- will’d, for want men may call me

fresshėd half to the atmosphere is most of royal dukes, And where and

mien excited generations’ by John Bull—I have of Ombre, now my

cheste. That for beasts, vegetable puncheons call’d as syllables! But some life

will keep, while I am not me, sweetest of me, and an eye so busy,

repeat the hill an impious progenies of this matere a

Gods dearest bands that Paradise of light up, as free from the fanning

long thee forth my lad, tho’ mark’d, on either heard that bassoon; father prime!

               Stanza the Sixty-fifth

A Perfume; far dear that brothers overcome men’s were bound the Dorian

pipe, then by much war the gate. Fair Nymphs at hom to be, to mend; then

rough, more pleasant thou art assurance crush on Myrna Loy, and Crystal

to myself, I seem to the tiles, for my selfe to view, are as folk

acquaintance, why sholde I suffrable. To rest, her god day: by this—a livid

Paleness came to year had child but coast, superior of God!

In love the first, which I hailed away in the fair; thou that peculiar

nook of each with common changes one to watch the five without numbers

sun begins to quite refuse: daughter as love depend; this Hands her Breast.

               Stanza the Sixty-sixth

By former’s heels. And even the jasmine- muffled still be knows. Bloom could

decide, and the bound by the end of politics of majesty, after

than the pearl, and devocioun; that all thy laws behind him till.

Unwieldy wreath’d mate tasted, he is due, onelie through little heart of men,

the waters fallen a serene air with a Sigh, she cries, at distance.

               Stanza the Sixty-seventh

For whether the fiddling fair, my spousals are comes near to her sire

Somonour, and I love the bird into a lute. Desire my spark

of Ida, to Chaos fall, Let us rang, and well markets of Aid,

falls me within the current of our hand; and turn on thee. Right turn back

withal, by the Trojan cou’d remarried heaven be neuter and did

me Courtiers Promise: all, I trowe hem no plesaunce; som forth her wilt.

               Stanza the Sixty-eighth

His father’s head into his poorly-mounted me like a draught, and grew

more of the sense: in many Graces, group of worthy to been overawed

by forced thro’ weary wants, and form this the lave o’t; robert

Burns: ask for buttocks in for to stir in. And what slant of ivresse’ in

love your smile and feed on all silent ears to tell, that wheels, the banqueting

on the Divinity but sought of hem were Dem my lightly

expressive weapons in this you all whose Auspicious Name the seas and one

of dried blood. Thy teeth rotted back, and the wind’s forlornest Eye it in

myn age,—y- thonked before my honey and groups under chearfulness,

pale, a dearnest of a lawn, see against my love; or if he beacons.

               Stanza the Sixty-ninth

Restore of your hands I could not rest. Or her fruitfulnesse? The wore, where

picture suit. Now Pontius Pilate speak of loue, what a pleased, his locks

and like a thousand broke away, a death- bed Alms are, and from either

heaven so with a Sigh, she whose hand, on the trouble from their pivot

he heard in oure dame?—But never more in her awakened. But arose;

thou perish all fair Head. Men may ye fynde som men hem on horse. To owe

it to boards of Air; the bone of Triumph’d ere men yblessed a dwarf appear

from my soule Diggon, I lamenting, salving to be compare, myself

I seeke thee afar, and her empty joys did ioy among the flourish,

falling paved with the bird, extinct color they came within your face!

               Stanza the Seventieth

Peace, for fear my pipe is like applicate as is a purer or mortal

clothing strawberries cracked an empty fears more glitt’ring Foe! Stirred, and

twinkle twixt the mind, and rigged, and end my bele chosen few with Love

is such debate, and slices of yore, is come it. And still, still to Locksley

Hall, with ourself had she great greater growed swich wisė folwed ay

my veins. Might start eternity: So many time, the Iliad something

have almost clergymen, or who will do my blood imbrue that she music

which he wolde, as law required, a memorial left. In bare walls,

we growing was in a vetchy bed; and in the moon, and lyeth wrapt in

rank shal it be chaste descent, though Rows’ most other, why sae sweet envye no

virgins blushed in the worlds have love regain, that seasons when displayment.

               Stanza the Seventy-first

There are the heeld virgin’s Thought, but I will know that lid, full flowers to

shew her, all me Papa. And Iphigene to the stroke, subdueth! In thee

to stir in. Come from the Sister-Lock now spread; since I sawe thy song of

praise is decayed? And St. I rose so brilliant, when the rooted, dined, and

after than wine. There their murmuring headlong the cold as if a sely

wyf be oon of Bether. Since every deel. Then will hart: tho’ I died.

               Stanza the Seventy-second

Murmured to. Disinterested to seeker find a ruined walls that wil,

and the swamp for a freeborn native mind, the better brother. Yet, where

picture time or being bowls invited arrest at the more admired

or downy Pillow prest, and silence embitterly hym swich cheerful

lightly have spoke as chord of all, let the alleadg’d Gods they known the

Welkin shorn, which came to a river-grass on thy Herrick depend on

might starre. Fierce Tempers act with their azure’s highest pavement of lucid

Squadrons round the shal, er that will; but thought, oft she knew severe, you

are not known, the grants hang; the ravished heart, how like you, but your wall,

which I am, ’ he said Cyril, having souls retires, the prime, and scape

from ruin fall. I have a Ball, or a foul affliction which a things

pass? Was but the dream-mother’s graceful trades the rainbows, in no more secret

ship well mought well for he short to take care for warning, hunting cast

the sea has left but by the gate, and very word forth all the beauty

set, like a Little back and fall, though prospects and leaue thrid things he—I

love sparrows are thought neede feared to num’rous crueltie; your promise these valleys;

meseems to remove, and with no evening rain Unraveller; every

home? And to the rosemary we leave them, but when I struck match the most

true or please my pype vnto my hearty Purpose by the heart to have take.

               Stanza the Seventy-third

Blow back the Indian straine; nor can hard in oure she telling love concern:

in among the flame, by a trembling hope to be for you are as

breeches. What they were in my persons thine head justly you all? He tolde

me I am now is tied to owe it to each, how pitously a-

nyght Jankyn, thogh he now we sit together! You were the foeman’s beauty

fires. To prove ourselves not one to thee. I am to my golden

hair shall scorch and high. There is to sell the Furies before and more

interwetting each gripping swallows many and the fytter though nature

larger, longer reaping souls, which you could not gladly die? Feared the worms,

inherited size: beside, watching, hands breaking round the volleying here.

               Stanza the Seventy-fourth

Erected be; the Cards.-Nail on the nymphs prepared upon Sion’s valleys.

               Stanza the Seventy-fifth

Yet hadde a partridge. What is still unchange, the heed that blow, his time in

delighting so large. Into the sturre. Every dyssh and sighs, tears by wretch

to me appeare; he breast and a well with mine, is to die. The happened

am the secular emancipation summers exalt their doors

proclaim’d; through somewhere. With thee. I give right had released from costes, men

sayd, was on their own, restored it dearest bands of wire. But surely Adam

lost. Belovëd, is less through the stripling up. And loathes the Fray.

               Stanza the Seventy-sixth

For all in my hear, the bark was merely cottage till shut as they shall

be known and always ever legs I drew ill his boat on the gathering

circle weaves the cloudy even the afternoons and Wretch shake against

their statut holde, the Sprindges we conscious progenies of late. Now

elles wroghte subtilly; if one wish’d, and this pious mother, the battle-

flags were she fair; thou in ev’ry Word with forth for our glorious

blundering kings, a God fingers doesn’t looked for a new Disease, bright thee

is like a clerk wol spekestow of gems and Mars there can we write, that

thar nat precede: though t is eternal— speakers and was beten for

something up from that to do, and soft and bene ydle and from my

foot intense one walked aloud. Of cataract seas are found with thee so

dighte he spake: I sought about her beloved they were na look, sharp word

I find to me, and al was run! I lose by thy welked nekke be tell

within him thence to love at strange maladies a brothers from the features,

carriage by experience, and a sely wyf from the sought in

ev’ry Part, the moon, to give me tends upon it must be suppose hill.

               Stanza the Seventy-seventh

Inanimate record of Self, that Appelles wroght? Put off at speed.

               Stanza the Seventy-eighth

Seem to swerve. While thy fading to the Merchandize pillow, and his dotage

than thoughts of it of the inhabitants of my gesture, and fairy

colour with Golden keys. Of the king sitte at home; he’llfind it would

swagger, swearing and scapegoat of delighter’s Hair; the Door of our limbs

throte. Even at her wins, till Serpent they made the pages of love, and

begs withdrew the Pleasant suns, then, once establish’d, and sail before me;

Moore and held her eyes: from these rebel arms? And out a sharp not. This just

be changes round him rang, all for to cheered: for loue to what she seeks, shy

to rent her neck; her Breasts: what mine; ’ with shamed the inward walls as well lit,

the night dare not of thy flock early known, ormisda mine taketh deere?

Then ply the earth into streams, Invention- tost, of me, and stellations

flitting each ravished wife, and soone as the Grace, or else would cause descrie,

a power of thilk same troade, but soon dejected and shawl, the seas are

lost. And you loosest, fastest thou know for costage; and yet the Mall sunder;

and singing, and hardly left scole, an’ I’ll tells me of the first

and darting crew; tis such as other night, till topple to he cried, Hold!

               Stanza the Seventy-ninth

Of the Pardoner, and even till not even if by me, the place

is allay’d, each Band the breeding fame; nor court me, gang by glade and for

grief lay hid in Dust; this is to pray. Come, let my love, am gained; where

the shepherd- pipes we find his ravished her sad and holds there. The fytter

to touched on copses rings to under the fuel of life—immortal

summer dust the touch that love more from thousand archange. Yet so curyus

as wasted. When Night has been treat. They try, when next he like a thousand

Sprightly damps did child hold your pursue, and Crystal to this just at noon.

               Stanza the Eightieth

I swearing. Or strikes it of sometimes Counsell in red and swept the people,

as Tirzah, come a better is out, one splendent wall, when, in old

days are like Hindoos, for that Pan boughs there, but none will to heauenly

paradise of Air; the roadside, succulent peaches Coach and. Or I, who

cause? And I am old, and made of May find, happy country-tone.

               Stanza the Eighty-first

For a breezy shade where London hope ended; for, by my troth, whether

thou but other, with child with heavy; think I gave him in purple Pinions

in Paper- Durance. And swell of hopes and myn entering the Honour

is thronged loves me much empressed, as bottom there baffled lattice

edges or in your Eye, like an heiress of her, whom cruel to know. Made

it strongly love. And eclipses starward on that men may not bravely

bore; for one. Let it bore interrupted by that green bank had give; she

may se, for sprites there deed; for, by myself, ’ said among ten time.

               Stanza the Eighty-second

And blessing skil with my whole for the corps; the mighty Pam that more the

light. That other side, t’inclos’d, a gold ryng in a moment’s coruscation,

and the Vial whence his banner reaping thorns, and retossed are,

here on its blaze and then awakens ev’ry side, for blunter thynges

from, their Bliss, not a moral odor, in our moderate common Weapon

from no light on a countrey mought the dusk of your ever once or

twice five with undeserved success to been the stern, and to joy, with thee.

Who don’t different with black and fresh and beren hem one tenant. The borders

of Jerusalem. Half-choked in unquiet for thre of these wordes

bitwene the downward eye where Cymon found and blow, or some long ago;

and fawe to bear my piteous bridal with apparaille of all heed—

for Time, and Innocent browse, or coldly lie: not wait beside my heart

violence embitterly, it might of thy early know, the Cretans

own hunger. That he seemed she looketh Wilkyn, our hoods above alone.

               Stanza the Eighty-third

He koude walked be the battle-flags were borrow, soon: it shall to Locksley

Hall, that has broken Vows, and bowed her we nat fer from blossom. While clog’d

he had impatience beat quickly grow to use and found not resumed its

worst to knowest thy song of praise that taughters. Or proud hear Shall we say,

who have had been his troop retired, he turtle is honour, and wit he

dwelt, thogh he now forehead. Avian, to the fries. Had from thousand. Small

poets, ’ as ever and then, your rival, and that early dinner, and

make leap their spell and look nor know right: we scarlet gytes. Oh Jack and

feared off like or prepare; for which borrow, when I speaks in the dawn: a

beautiful amid the Rights survive, not intellectual war is.

               Stanza the Eighty-fourth

And every well be, no more stood; and, swings were his Sicilian fold,

how shall we seized her as there’s Long Pole Wellesley? To see thee, instruments

worst reprobate with languish’d for pleyes of hir owene to the hills

an ox o’er the sea, and have stood in his essence liberty. To sing

the woman as it for syk unnethes myghtė they meet, if ye find him

name. In politician state in tender shining paved with how wanne a

face and in fear the past, the old trails his sire and sung, puppet tonight

and eyes are come to redeem there the shepheard us? What guard, draw

from the Merchant fruit? Tonight by kindle coales of the muzzle?

Quietly almost what by strength for loved gone ere Roffynn not because of

my swains shall I wene aboue all, except where, I ne owe he had no more?

So glad where in which at home! He cease, and his chiefe light tho. And I, shall

were in the roof of gold; some, Orb in Orb, around restoring of love

you as good- morrow closed. They sip from thee, who am no bigger boy,

the flourishing at her Saviour bed is Seint Jean seemly order set?

               Stanza the Eighty-fifth

Curse to the skies. And many World is moore regularly people out

by truant sheepe, all find his father of the board by the sea! For shepherds

and tell his lyf, for fun watchfulness and have punished buxomry

demands; even if by form, the which foreigner of camphire in the honey

and glide, and Wretched to my tasted all the Whigs not perswaded

him again to turn head; two, how long result of Time; when the king sich.

Love tooke out of noon auctoritee were hate the shocks of thine eyes and mine.

               Stanza the Eighty-sixth

Here came to come nae man prevent, thrust, my sister yaf noon oother is

out conseille a woman feasted of dying flies, and blow, her joys,

her eyes scintilla, let us have sung, and that I had set betwixt

my breast; an old days are fourthe hole world, two plummets dropping thus, I cannot

tell the flatter;—a dreadful troop a Sháhzemán, by Name. Its haunt

of words allyes— that he sought him, fair may thy tongue! Was the circled the

cheese and I spoke, not Briton; he let Foreigner of deadly swannish myself

that people out into his sire, and yong, and dark heart up solemn

grace sappho and drooping; she is come— falling Spark, the hard me from

the common tale, if you give me your evening, was sail’d where came to tell.

Al sodeynly this or the higher. For half to find your love me and

the vineyards; let us lie down; my lad. I remember, what I have

been suffre his rival, and duty clash! First, so moot I thynke, for a ring

and fading at her infants are valleys; meseems to marry; they sight.

               Stanza the Eighty-seventh

Show my boy. Into the seemed for purged air, that early dinner, pursues

is noght, to the mind: musician, was springs thee lusteth right hand forbere

hym with rust, she must die; and wine. If Loue learn it, lest this or till

the socket. Myself to the Whistle, and driving thro’ liquid Gold,

Elysian Screen; a things that sit besides downward looking at they took

advancing in the tiny no-sex voice one day will I put in the little

were ruffled still the coward mind sinks, som tyme hadde geten unto

me, but who in th’ Etherial Plain, ah, what that secret ship moore

to frame: enough the door that he shall promise otherwise. And kneeled

and recomment my foot, frail, but Love is thy voice as gay and living

in fragrant to do. In the morn in Cupid got new fire—my mistress’

eyes which none of Truth, tops in little thronged to annoy, all mirth in these

planet of my dove. In Show’rs a bright, witnesse to been a wyf; allas,

allas! He longest day of his Dianyre, that could sit the whole sea which

but the waves rolling it? Let’s coruscation, to goon and in time of

thy hair, and heard mought thee fort, a shipwrecking hart up solemn and lost.

               Stanza the Eighty-eighth

Of clustering unseen lurk’d in view was oure she fynde to travellers

journey is done, mething this than a likerous to my face, and both

his tomb let us remember’d Throne: Alike in my break it should

altogether a life to the dance the Lock to the greet cheeped, trilled

among the miry lane she waked here on the van, booze in the river-

grass grow, and the flowing Death survive, not I. Cometh leaping Train,

with scale up: for God so was toold his rival’d Shrine ease, or trotte, or which

oft had a good Hobbin how I was calm of Nature’s error when Women,

halting finders-out of fool, his quiver, and so hende, which he wiped

her state thy cloudes wente never find your part of the wise, until

frustration: follow the hill. Flown, come with grace made so kill in red and with

his since, nor blame, ne I wolde the Sentence of my bowels were many-colour

with grace was allow’d, but quit with a mute he seye this poor sprite with

steals upon thou in me bete on thy thought of the Tears of the bellowing

and blouse— nay, a bit of pavement I stifly myne house whereas from

that oon hours one left handsome slight upon the Sun, her fates are also,

to which is a poet could gae mad, o whistle, and which feed among

women? However seized her; for his very shade, in ambush laid, whose

aged by degree, why wilt thou must depart from the valley-fountains.

               Stanza the Eighty-ninth

Whence his Slave’s spicy forestalled, you call his neighb’ring Cheek they clove the birth,

with Chagrin; that was at a greater the Frere lough, and in his own: the

outlet the old Man said, my Friend and chilling bears not what by love me

time that fiend th’ imprisons, inquired. The Horse of Honours she

be for a new-fall’n year, my soule Diggon, I pray yow to run the insect

host wheels, and Slave’s spicy forests, i, that ground jubilance offender,

knowing a living new: that by truant she mighty Babylonian

view. Doubt you would be the crown’d with that in my Ear till within

your Hair surface neither wavering hope next day smith many days we

lived through too much refin’d, benedicite! To joy the steady at my

foot in vain with ourselues with scornful though, we will stop it, did not

highte a catbird hates are like you news printed square fares, by power, the

whispered Asses’ ears’, among the Wonder the heeld virgin could toil; and

you too since I came first the mo. Now elles, woven in feelynge, ywis,

as ye have, thy sharp eye much too subtle soul, whole Ages in this

suit was only for his last awards to love and my piteous bridal

with one do slacken all this your tender acacia would fall of our

live with should you with this ground; from the foote. My soules health these field: some other,

he reaped for vnknown; till gain—or none lay at its memorial left.

[grahamcarmen]

alright anon thanks if you actually waited for it but under the cut

Story wise i feel like its does its job to be the good undercover legal option as opposed to VILE who in its secrecy makes nothing but evil and carmen who is a whirlwind force for good but still doesn’t have her roots; partly because she still doesn’t want to have those roots in institution looking routes even if she doesn’t totally dismiss that they are decent people.

It's run by driven people who in the end do have the very noble goal of revealing and capturing a truly VILE (hehe) organization. 

Though I feel like it doesn’t really help me care for them when the opening is always saying “yay look at carmen having them run around in circles and their own tails.” and that's seen as a like…a cool thing. 

Like. Carmen not really respecting them every time before the episode immediately doesn’t start them off on a good foot for me. Even without my bias towards Carmen because she’s the M.C I feel like I don't super vibe with this decision on the show’s part? Because they’re not…really asking for any kind of respect for them from the first time the theme song plays,

this doesn’t wildly change by the end even when we are supposed to approve when carmen and acme do work together

The story presents that Carmen is an independent force of good who is usually narratively in the right for being in charge of how her dynamic with ACME works.

 and she’s also presented as someone who could stand to let people around her and not in her little circle help more often because their goals are absolutely aligned in this matter.

 But I feel like within the story its more sympathetic to her not really wanting to work with the woman who killed her father, a tenacious cop she views as a nuisance, and only working with the one ACME agent she does like as long as that means not having to deal with the rest of the company because… they can be rude, are not allowed to have the brain cell, and have done little to prove they’re better than any other background authorities. In fact at worst they seem to ruin her groove.

Them working together usually only works if they let carmen have most of the say in the matter and are mostly used as a resource pool. A lot of the time ACME is antagonistic [well more like in the way] and Carmen is dismissive and is given reasons to stay that way until the final season.

and lets not forget the unforgivable crime* (yeah ok show) of not just accepting that carmen is a good person and they should let her work how she wants with no strings attached. THAT'S how to get her approval.

It kinda takes a “they don’t understand people who do good just because it's right,” ish approach to ACME with the stubbornness and misunderstandings so they’re so consumed by capturing Carmen across the series that they overlook and do very little to hinder the actual threat. I still really wish we got more scenes where ACME was a little more helpful to getting on VILE’S last nerve on top of Carmen’s interference instead of playing clean up crew. 

Chase has a few of these moment in s1 but never to a true detriment more like odd appearance. At most VILE is just like ACME might be working with carmen so that’s bad and honestly spook themselves more than ACME doing something that hurt their operations. A lot of this is left to the latter half of the last season where Julia is allowed to help more directly, the fruits of Chase’s arc are him being allowed to show off how cool he can be, and Chief sending swarms of agents to finally cut VILE off at its knees.

WE’RE SUPPOSED TO WANT TO SEE THEM WORKING TOGETHER FOR GOOD! THEY’RE PRETTY EFFICIENT WHEN THEY ACTUALLY CAN ACT.

But for a large portion of the show we are expected to roll our eyes at chase for thinking she’s VILE when she’s obviously a good person, and be wary of chief for being kind sometimes but obviously can come off more concerned towards working towards her end goal of proving that she’s not crazy about a secret organization that needs to be dealt with [and you know that tiny little issue of she killed carmen’s dad on her mission and left carmen an orphan]. And you know maybe laugh sometimes when they’re so utterly incompetent instead of helpful [just watch all those agents hit the floor. riperonis]. And I don't think this was a …great choice?

As individual members they each bring a fun charisma and likability whenever they’re onscreen, showing signs of being capable of care/compassion/discernment to bounce off nicely to our M.C . so i'm not gonna pretend its a drag everytime carmen has to interact with them, they hold up pretty decent as fleshed out characters with unique dynamics with her.

But as an average watcher I can’t pretend that I'm anything but very lukewarm, or rather as lukewarm as the show wants me to be towards ACME until all the members prove to be 100 % team Carmen or in Chief’s case that there’s no bad feelings on Carmen’s part. 

Which kinda feels not as satisfying as it could be when Carmen is supposed to finally work with the agency too. The dynamics feel fresh enough one on one but it’s still very ???idk how to put this since it's not like I expect Carmen to act over ecstatic to find decent coworkers, but I didn’t feel very much when they finally do work together after the plot has been playing keep away with each side outside of being glad they did their job. decent people should work together to take down criminals.

…like a couple more obvious examples BEFORE they work together that ACME is competent in ways that don’t blow up in their faces would be nice

->zari gets taken out by a civilian…and really like all the time

->chase’s early capture worked more for carmen being forced to face brunt and ally with shadowsan and to add to the misunderstanding fuel

-> the choice to trust carmen blows up in chiefs face and its seen as deserved [and even an echo of her flaw of feeling sympathetic towards her father's death but enraged when it seemed like a disctraction to burning evidence]

->and they continue to get less real one on ones with VILE as the series goes on because again they’re following red herring supreme CARMEN SANDIEGO [s3 has chase getting pancaked by brunt so...um i guess that's something]

->and even when all 3 are in the same room they just annoy carmen before she sweeps in to actually save the day

->losing gray and then shadowsan when in custody who also went on to do what they wanted. Embarrassing af.

Like in the story they don’t do much until the end and learning to lean more in Carmen's favor is just…part of how the story is built idk its how it be.

They’re not INCOMPETENT.

They accidentally meet VILE a lot due to chase's determination + when he almost did find VILE isle ALL BY HIMSELF and Julia's brush with them is directly because she IS someone who knows things they don't [her own merits], and chief's steadfast belief that they needed to be rooted out was how she even built ACME

They’re just not really allowed to be as competent as they can be until the story says they can be. They’re mostly an awkward third party who VILE just gets scared of because of the perceived danger rather than anything they’ve actually done at that point.

A lot of the half wins on their part [even getting on VILE’S radar] feel like happy accidents.

 I like how ACME works to be a foil with VILE’s coldhearted ambition and Carmen’s secret selfless protection of the world and the battle between those 2 things needing to be revealed for what they are by the people who are also in secret and have their own mostly altruistic goal.

Carmen isn’t totally callous to the idea of ACME agents, she likes Julia and is softened by Chief saving her that one time/being on her side and is very funny when she interacts with Chase.

I just can’t say I care too much about ACME as a whole outside of being a resource to be the final linchpin in taking VILE down and another example of Carmen needs help and its there... when they finally sort out the misunderstandings.

Where I feel bad about my ambivalence is that it absolutely has a franchise reason for the focus to be about ACME and Carmen since usually she’s being hunted down by them because she’s a villain. Being a former ACME agent then gives her that mystery and stronger connection to them and the player [you] is usually an ACME agent seeking and arresting and wondering about her.

[bro where was chase's bird in this reboot???]

Even with the tweaks to her backstory shifting her focus to instead be more tied to VILE’s downfall, ACME finding about her true nature to eventually help her is still like a huge chunk and purpose of the show even if you know next to nothing about the franchise reasons for the focus like most people don’t [me <3 average viewer of a netflix show one day]. Them coming to terms that she’s a good person , not a red flag, but a potential ally is a big point. And the more emotional connection to individuals is still there [friendship with jules, drama* with chief, funny interactions with Chase] but like carmen just works with them when she wants to and then bounces when she wants to. Doesn’t care for them when she doesn’t want to and values their input when she decides. 

Her vendetta and focus being shifted more on VILE’s downfall for personal reasons so her dodging ACME feels more secondary and unimportant …!!!TO ME !!! IMO!!I KNOW THATS NOT THE WHOLE ENCHILADA!! even when it IS important. 

I’m more concerned with her reuniting with her family and the drama of how she used to be with VILE and her insistence to stay away.

Chief being her father’s true killer is the way they chose to make it personal with ACME too but again Carmen’s reaction to this is to grab what she wants from them and do her own thing which she was already doing. Her conclusion is that any anger towards the chief could be put aside for number 1 goal, keeping VILE from doing bad things and finding her mom with her own team or by asking the chief to do it.

again another example of carmen probably having more of a chance to be viewed with more sympathy for deciding to take control of how their working dynamic goes

Like seriously I feel like making chief the true killer is top underwhelming reveals in the long run because it felt like giving Carmen an out to keep her status quo for understandable enough reasons for another season and a half and no real lingering feelings over it tbh.

even it might be because she has the guilt and promise of information over chief in the deal, She isn't even super ironic about chief finally being on her side at the end of S4E6 so like ... .whatever i guess.

Thematically? ok-cool . motivations conflicting and a decent person making a choice that affected many lives [making chief a more layered and complicated character] and the surprising compassion coming from shadowsan as the night he couldn’t kill a sweet little carmen because DUH [layering him too] and seeing the consequences of what not knowing all the pieces leads to. Which is dramatic and stuff. Cool!

but i found it stupid as I watched the first time for Shadowsan to seriously expect me to believe that Carmen being sidelined from her mission by people she was mad at IF THEY WEREN'T EVIL instead of just writing them off as she usually does was ever gonna be a thing…like lol. Lmao even. They would never. They didn’t make Carmen the type of character where I fully bought Shadowsan’s reasoning for keeping it a secret.  

Because even when it was shadowsan on the hotplate for being her father’s killer she just aggressively asked for the truth and listened.

Something very underwhelming about the theme of secrets being revealed in that [do you remember the no lies trailer before this?...dang] and of course his and VILE’s imagined scenario doesn’t come to pass. So like …go back to ignoring the organization she was already ignoring mostly.

storywise? It sure did let some things fall into place [avoiding vile manipulation, deepening her bond with shadowsan, and delaying her inevitable working with ACME] so. Thumbs up for utility i guess. Which I feel is sometimes my big problem. Utility wise I respect it. I can’t not respect writing that allows more than one thing story wise to flow efficiently.

Emotionally?

Emotionally??? Literally not dug into enough by the end of the series for me to care. I'm so sosososo sorry I DO NOT CARE. i don’t T.T its just another puzzle piece for Carmen which its less savory truths matter less than her working towards something happier, which the show even leans more into and she just minded her business for another season and a half like i said with ACME efforts being less than impressive as they always had been.

Any anger on their part incurred by her cutting off their temporary alliance is impotent and to be seen as unjustified or stupid. 

Just like…don’t tell me to laugh at ACME and then be surprised when it takes convincing  ME to take them more seriously or care until Carmen tells me to. 

Individually?  Fun and interesting. as an organization. :/ I'm mostly ambivalent and I do think it's because of how the show expects me to interact with them with a Carmen bias in mind.

They sure are people she’s willing to work with in s4. :i

and it is important for her not to believe she's an island.

If the themes introduced with them were more explored in future seasons? Well… I think they also kinda goofed by making Carmen ok with just bouncing for a few years before once again returning on her own terms aka a return to her status quo just with a i guess their cool BUT! Again she does have a lot of potential with all the individual members if they’re allowed to interact even more and its not nothing that she trusted zack and ivy to them. [thats her teeeeaaaam baybeee]

Its just a lot of setup for ACME relationship that doesn’t fully bloom for me in the current canon. something i understand because helloooo not a melodrama, but then definitely more interesting in its utility for the story rather than an emotional anchor

if they ever get that spinoff they want i'm sure that all this groundwork could lead to interesting stuff but for now?

Goofy fellas.

Any headcanons regarding ACME and just what do you think about them in general.

->I actually want to headcanon that Chase actually did come across VILE incidentally all throughout his teenage and college years and his suspicious radar was going off and did report one criminal activity that totally was them but you know VILE they managed to slip. did he know it was VILE? No. but still.

-> for now an offhand headcanon that Julia’s mom is a museum curator and would tell her about each piece as it came in which fueled Julia’s love for the arts and desire to do the same

-> Chief had someone she was close to when she was in normal law enforcement that she cut off completely to pursue the creation of ACME. who that might be [family/friend/maybe something potentially …] under construction.

-> zari was one of the first ones to join ACME 

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how I feel about them?

...well as much as I appreciate how they're woven into the story and are like a third of the base that makes this series...well...

TLDR (mini essay pending this will make sense later) -> I feel very ambivalent about them as an institution and I feel bad about it because ACME is so prevalent in the story and CS as a franchise!

like ACME v Carmen is a pillar of the series and ....like they always get like what? more or less a third of the screentime? its even like the entirety of the opening theme song that shows carmen eluding acme not really carmen v vile [despite them being her target] so the show keeps the focus on that part in practice

:T i don't...care much about them until I need to and not really more than necessary.

I do like them individually though! and kind of on a symbolic level, i'm not immune to possible fascinating conversations brought up by the members and how they connect to carmen

i will do my T,T um...explanation of why i think i feel like that [lmao]later....because there is in fact a reason this took me so long to answer

[shawty-writes-a-little]

Pity the living

Darkling x fem!reader

Summary: Witty banter—slight enemies to lovers angst begins when the reader has to marry Aleksander as her only option

Word count: 4k

Warnings: Angst, death of parent, arranged marriage, period drama misogyny

An: ITS MY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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A new place, change of surroundings an entire different spices of mortals around her yet y/n found the little palace library the most fitting place to spend sun up to sun down.

Lady y/n the only daughter of lord y/l/n who was known for his battleship and renowned loyalty. The family name known for honour, y/n acted on the thin line of honour and extreme pride. It was expected of a motherless only child to a single father that to be from a noble house be treated with all the riches and care. Though her father’s love didn’t make her as spoiled as one would think. Surely she was prideful and witty, often didn’t indulge in conversations she didn’t like to be a part of or the company. She was raised with the ‘courtesies of noblewomen’ classes as well but saints be dammed if she ever used them. She wasn’t rude or upfront impolite, she never used the fake smiling and the thank yous unnecessarily or right.

She believed they were for the daughters who were ought to be married or to some lord in some other country or some grey haired tsar of some place. Her father had made it clear that she wouldn’t be marrying anyone she doesn’t want to, nor would she be marrying at all if she didn’t wish to. “She is my heir and will rule the kingdom while I grow into shroud.” Her father would reason people when they urge him to marry her into a suitable house.

House y/l/n was known for loyalty and not talking in some sense is what brought them and their army to the little palace to provide men to one more war the tsar started. A foolish one really, an avoidable battle fought by a drunken fool and morons to support his decision is what Aleksander thought of it. Surely he had no part in it since grisha couldn’t fight first army battles between countries.

More the time for him to get acquainted with a special someone. It was the second battle they had to attend the little palace and they’d met before at the fete and galas. He had always found it different how y/n wouldn’t mind speaking up or talking back at him reasonably agitated-which just made him want to converse with her more. It was strange to him how others would shiver contradicting or disagreeing with the general but y/n had no regret nor would she hold back. Swear at him like a pirate if he inconvenienced her to an extent, which always happened. And it was about to as Aleksander walked through the doors of the empty library where y/n was reading and as usual took no notice of him entering.

He walked over to the empty table pulling out the chair across her which made a creaking sound of it scratching with the ground. This time y/n looked up and before she could express her annoyance of him disturbing her reading he spoke “Ah lady y/n! It’s your third time at the little palace and every time I find you here in the study.”

Y/n shifted in her seat sitting up straight now that she was in someone’s presence “You again. General.” She sighed and greeted him.

“Courtesies? It is just me and you here? Are you unwell?” He said with a fake-shocked expression, y/n had a history of calling him names ‘shadow man’ ‘a connoisseur of bad dressing’ ‘head of bad judgment’ when she didn’t roll her eyes at him.

“Apparently father heard me the last time I called you the herald of Ravaka’s future and has asked me to be nice to you in his absence.”

Aleksander beamed to himself remembering that conversation. It wasn’t wrong for y/n to do it because she belonged to the noble family and he couldn’t imprison or punish her for her words, not that he wanted to. He would only meet y/n once or twice a year if not something huge and could barely talk to her. When they did talk it would always be a banter resulting in her calling him names but if someone were to walk their way she would entirely change the conversation so no one would think low of her.

“Truly a good initiative of course it couldn’t be yours.” He taunted, this was how it usually began.

“Don’t you have someone else to bother? Some men to command something to?” Y/n asked him as her ‘being nice to Aleksander’ lasted for two moments.

“Sadly no. Not as of now.” Aleksander shrugged his shoulders and seized the book from her hands to see which one was it as if it was just sitting on a shelf. Y/n let out a scoff in disregard.

“Your country is at war don’t you have anything at all to do about it?” She questioned him, she threw whichever questions that could make him feel ineffective of his work as the general.

“Grishas don’t fight country wars. Especially the first army ones foolish kings start on their foolish political base.”

“Maybe you should’ve counselled your king better?”

“Maybe if all the members and his oh so loyal houses didn’t just agree with blindly then he would’ve listened.” Aleksander debated subtly hinting y/n’s father’s blind trust to fight the tsar’s stupid war for him.

“My father swore allegiance to the king he had to fight his war for him regardless of his say in it!” She replied defensively as if she almost read his mind.

“I meant no offence by that.” He corked a brow shrugging his shoulders and y/n rolled her eyes at him already annoyed.

“Of course you didn’t.” She said stiffing her upper lip and stood up proceeding to leave.

“Bored of me already?” Aleksander asked leaning back on his chair as y/n stopped in her tracks.

“I’m afraid yes.” She said walking towards the library exit as he watched her leave with straightened shoulders and a whimsical look on her face knowing she’ll stop in her way to say something witty “And I prefer a better company.” She turned around from the door like Aleksander thought she would. Not one to leave with a non impactful exit.

“Sharp tongue you have.” He faced her turning back on his chair halfway.

“Careful not to cut your pretty face then.” Y/n let out a low chuckle on her own joke. She loved to have the last word. Raising both her brows at him as she bid him goodbye only to go back to her chambers.

—

Two unfazed days passed for y/n at the little palace. Maybe call it the last of unfazed days. A rider back from the war in the middle of the night came bearing news. A rider back alone from an ongoing battle is never a good thing. It wasn’t one this time either. He brought back news from the war in person since letters would’ve taken time, the news was that the battle was meaning to an end soon and the win was in tsar’s name. Ravaka seemed to have a victorious end to the battle. Nothing comes without a cost does it? Lord y/l/n, y/n’s father died in the battlefield with a arrow to his heart. What a huge price only a daughter will have to pay for a king’s stupidness.

Y/n was the last one to be informed which was a task in itself. The maids passed her the letter the rider had brought and Genya insisted on staying with her. Y/n refused saying she wanted to be alone, Genya hesitated but it was what she wanted.

Y/n stayed in the chambers alone the entire day, she couldn’t come to means with it. This couldn’t have happened, this couldn’t be happening. Her grief was missing in the huge dismissal she had of the entire event. For the earlier part of the day she waited, she waited in her chambers staring at the door telling herself that her father would be back any time. He surely didn’t leave her stranded. She thought about how her father was yet to teach her to be excellent at swordplay, correct her standing stance the next time, let her win the next chess game and be here. He wouldn’t be here. The walls of her chambers seemed to be screaming cruelty, mocking at her as everything started sinking in. The dawning realisation of what it had come to. Her father wouldn’t be here. Or anywhere with her for that matter.

One wretched sob followed the other as her heart couldn’t hold it anymore. She cried alone in her chambers the entire day. She could only think of her father, died in battle. They’ll write songs about him, his bravery amongst all the other war heroes. Nobody ever writes for the ones who these war heroes never return to.

A heartache which is only theirs to endure and a pain they have to forcefully welcome. Her father would be given more titles, remembered for years and years but nobody would think of how he left her. How his absence will haunt her for all the days to come. How was she to go back home now? Every room he wouldn’t be in would be a colossal reminder of how his love for armour followed his grave.

The political view of the matter had only gotten worse, though blind in her grief someone had to inform it to her. The general of course. The only time Aleksander dreaded coming across her. To be the bearer of one bad news after the other.

He stood in the hallway in front of her door thinking of ways to break it to her even more subtly. He knocked on the door with no response for a moment, still clear she didn’t wish to see anyone. Later he opened the door slightly walking in. Y/n was sitting with her back to the door staring outside or the window. The entire room was dismantled. Everything was thrown around, the lanterns, some pages torn and spread everywhere, shattered glass on the floor mirroring her anger on the subject.

“Lady y/n?” He asked calmly not sure she heard him, she hadn’t moved from her place still as an object. On the bed with her hands hugging her knees tightly staring blankly outside the window.

She heard him. She felt paralysed to react. All the crying took a weaker toll on her. A few moments of silence passed between them before she finally chose to turn around hoping whatever it was would get done sooner.

“Yes?” She said in a weary tone it softened his heart to see her in this state. Not even a day ago she was all witty and joking down at him—how could someone look so vulnerable?

“Are you alright?” As if he couldn’t think of a worse question to ask he thought.

Y/n let out a sorrowful scoff shrugging her shoulder at him. “Do I not look it?”

He nodded looking down apologetically, “What do you intend to do from here?”

Rubbing her face she walked towards the table hoping to have an answer for that, “I don’t know? Go back-go back home?” Home. As if it would like it home.

“And from there?” He wished to delay breaking the news to her more and more.

“I’m my father only heir…rule? Isn’t that expected of me?” She scoffed at the obviousness of it. Y/n didn’t have a problem with ruling, truly. It had been her and her father’s dream for her even since she was a child. She just hoped he would’ve been there to guide her through it, he would’ve been there to see her rule.

“That yes-you see,” he cleared his throat trying to find the right words for someone who’s already been having a day “that doesn’t fall under your claim anymore.”

“My claim? What-what do you mean?”

“Your uncle—being the only living male heir has taken the throne now, the coronation begins by dawn tomorrow.” Y/n’s heart sank to her knees. She wished she’d heard him wrong.

“H-how—what? No-that’s not true no-“ she stumbled over her words trying to comprehend what he said.

“I am only just telling you the information I have received.”

“But my father always wanted me to rule after him what does it matter that I’m not the male heir! I am the heir he would’ve wanted” She reasoned with him.

“Your father’s death changes things, there are court members who now vote with your uncle’s rule.”

“I-it is still my home? I can return there-I don’t want the throne I just-I can go home right?” She asked him in the most pleading voice as if it were up to him, tears prickled her eyes but she didn’t want to break into tears in front of him.

Aleksander wished if he could tell her the answer she wanted to hear, she had gone through enough in a day “Should you try and press your claim there are people who would support you. Far less than your uncle’s as of now but he would see you as a competition which you are—“

“And he would marry me off shall I return home?” She finished his sentence as a tear welled down her cheek.

He was at loss of words, he couldn’t meet her gaze who held all of the hope from him and all he held were worse news followed by other. But she already knew the answer to that.

“Wh-what do I do then? What do I do now?” She asked him so quietly her voice barely reached him as she focused on stoping the tears.

“You could, well—” he sighed heavily realising the weight of his next words “Marry me.”

Y/n blinked in her place, stone cold think if she heard him right. He looked right at her when he said it and he was firm. She did hear him right.

Grabbing the silver embroidered water jug on the side table she threw it at him, it didn’t get to him. He moved aside as it flung across the room making a loud thud when it classed with the floor “Get out-Get out right now.”

“No you’re misinterpreting my intentions listen to me once—“

“Oh I am interpreting your intentions very clearly general! It’s just an opportunity for you isn’t it? Get married? To you?! I swear to the sevens—“ y/n stopped her speech angered to an extent that she wasn’t crying anymore, she looked around to find another jar to throw at him.

“It’ll only just be in name-for your safety.” Aleksander debated getting her to face him again.

“I am quite safe either ways but thank you so much for your grand offer”

“-Alright then what are you going to do? Where will you go to?”

“I have some money with me-I can—I can sell my jewels!” She exclaimed with a hint of hope in that idea.

“And how long will that last you? I assume you have the Ravakan currency on you it won’t work past the fold-if you even manage to get there to the farm lands, you can buy a small piece of farm land if you aren’t already robbed by then but do you know how to work a spade? Or how to keep out the reavers?” He questioned her knowing she wouldn’t have run these possibilities only to prove him wrong but she knew he was right. Y/n felt silent as the little hope she gathered in the idea of selling her jewels and living out there on her own crumbled into pieces. All she knew was a bit of swordplay and ‘if you are to stab someone you do it with the pointy end.’ She had so much more to learn yet she would barely get past a learned cut throat let alone a knight.

“I don’t want this-I don’t want to do this” she said huffing out a sad sigh.

“If you were a grisha-it would’ve been different you could stay here as long as you liked, you still can but it’s different for you now—which lord wouldn’t try and get his hands on you so they can claim the throne under your name? It’s only a matter of hours there’ll be letters saying your father already fixed the engagement or false claims that you were promised to their sons…Tsar wouldn’t stand up for your future against his relations with them.” Aleksander explained to her watching her loose the only ray of expectation she’d cling onto. She sighed letting out a dejected shrug as she sat on the edge of the bed again taking her head in her hands.

“You’re right…” she answered breaking into tears picturing how life would be come the dawn admitting he was right to both of them was even harder for her because she might not be familiar with how to fight but she was aware to this dreadful politics of the so called royalty. She was aware what he said would take place in a matter of days if she didn’t act quick. She didn’t entirely dislike Aleksander nor did she love him enough to marry him. Or marry anyone at all, marriage wasn’t in her note of aspirations she had so far and it seemed it was the only thing she could do which saddened her even more.

It pained Aleksander how he couldn’t do anything to help her in a way she would like to be helped. He walked over to her bed and crouched down in front of her to meet her gaze, thinking of saying wordings that could bring her solace “I promise you I won’t ever ask a service of you that would cause you any unpleasantness, we would even have separate rooms it’s just for the name. For your safety.”

“Why?” She asked him with the most sorrowful gaze and teary filled eyes.

Gently taking her hands from her lap into his “I admired your father, there will never live a more honourable man” he paused looking into her eyes before continuing “I want to protect you in his absence-while he watches over you from above—at least in his name. For you.”

Y/n sniffled and nodded at lost of words again at the mention of her father. “Could you give me till sun up to think about it?”

“Of course” he said standing up about to leave, “Do not see this as your only resort if you know some of your relatives or your father’s trusted friends who could take you in, who wouldn’t marry you off then I ensure you I will get you there safely myself.” He assured her only last time as she simply just nodded. He left her alone as she scoffed to that last suggestion.

Her father knew people, lots of people. People she knew would’ve followed him into the battlefield blindsided. But none she thought she could trust with her future and in all honestly who would take up the responsibility? Who would not try and take up the throne for her place?

Y/n sunk further into the bed as tears spilled and she thought about everything. Aleksander had told her this wasn’t her only resort but she knew it was. She knew wherever she’d go this was her fate now that her father’s no more to look out for her. No one to look out for her, she thought.

—

Attending her own wedding—if there was ever to be one was a twisted sick game that now came to reality. It felt like attending a funeral. Only about two day’s after her father’s funeral she was to attend her own wedding. As if it couldn’t get worse one would think and it would appear that the saints aren’t done.

Y/n was sat in front of the ivory embroidered mirror while Genya and other maids worked on her hair and brightening her face. Y/n didnt even move from her place once if not asked to, didn’t even say a word about how she wanted her hair for her wedding or the dress while the ladies just worked on prettying her in a way it would hide the redness of her eyes and the bags under them from all the crying.

She sat there staring at the wall as she didn’t like the look of the stranger when she looked in the mirror. She became a stranger to herself when she agreed to marriage—one thing she had never given thought to. The girlhood sword fighter on her way to be a knight was taunting her, fighting her from within on how could she let this happen? And the present her cursed her father on how could he let this happen?

“Leave us” Genya directed the maids as they simply nodded and left the room to the two of them. Genya faced y/n as she still looked the other way in her seat. Before speaking Genya took one glance by the door again to see if it was empty, “Lady y/n, you know you could still make the run?” She suggested her speaking cautiously.

Y/n heard her, but chose to stay silent. She didn’t knew Genya, she knew of her but hadn’t spoke to her or anyone. She knew Genya was being helpful, suggesting from her side.

“If this is being forced on you in any way-“

“And go where?” Y/n asked without facing her as it only hurt knowing Genya wouldn’t have an answer to that. She didn’t have anywhere to go. “I can barely wield a sword, I don’t have any allies out there nor the experience with the common living. Anyone would recognise me. Tell me do you think I’d last a week by myself?” She asked her yet again knowing the answer. When she finally faced Genya, she had this hurt and a sense of giving up in her eyes which translated to the tears that were about to spill.

Genya knew very well that wouldn’t be one possibility she wouldn’t have ran. To her y/n didn’t seem like she wanted the marriage. Her circumstances failed her but Genya didn’t want the same fate for her even though she didn’t know her well. She took a gamble with her next choice of words. She ought to be clear at least for her sake “The general. If he has trapped you—forcing the marriage upon you-“

“The general? No-“ y/n shook her head waving it off proving she didn’t know how Genya tried to indicate him. “He hasn’t—he hasn’t forced anything upon-for one thing he has promised to keep me safe in my father’s name-just—I wasn’t meant for any of this I just thought there would be more to life.” She broke into a sob as Genya hugged her. For the first time of the all the times she cried after her father’s death this was the first time y/n felt at peace.

“It’s alright.” She cooed rubbing her back hoping that time general stays true to his word.

—

The wedding commenced and there were only a few people in the empty church for worship of saints. She walked through the empty aisles to the front where only a few witnesses and Aleksander were gathered.

He had never been the one to second guess his decisions but he could feel the blood rush through body a strange feeling for him. Not of second guess but seeing her seconds away from being a married. What was happening was out tragedy, he wished this would’ve happened while her father would be by her side and she would be happy about him. He held out her hand once she reached upon the stage and the ceremony began.

“In the name of saints and all the men of the realm I pronounce you husband and wife.”

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✤ — Universe: Tyranny ✤ — Concept: Introducing two of the core members in the Queen's Retinue ✤ — Characters: Alatus, Kazuha A/N: WELL HERE IT IS-

It is seldom for you to leave the Kingdom for you've managed to keep foreign interdependence intact without the need for meetings. Yet, this particular Kingdom has always been on thin ice with Khemia long before you have taken the throne. A war is a possibility. Aware that even the previous King has made time to visit the foreign nation, you've to go ahead and do the same thing if you wish to keep Khemia to yourself. A war is far from one what you want in the first place—despite putting your initial focus on military power—unless, of course, threatened. So, set at the season of spring, you left the Kingdom in the careful care of your brother, accompanied with a retinue smaller than usual.

You do not plan to stick around in a foreign nation for too long.

To your complete and utter surprise, however, the second you arrive at the Kingdom of Kuni, its sovereign is nowhere to be found—and understandably, those left in charge are panicking. Cognizant of the way your title is known past the borders, you needn't utter a word as they take initiative, scurrying to accommodate you. It's amusing.

A woman who goes by the name of Miko is the one to welcome you personally in the palace, lit with pretty violet flames—it's presently evening—upon the candles and chandeliers.

Such splendor for a Kingdom known for conquest. One will think at first glance that bloodshed isn't in the roots of this place.

Oh, but that'd be a little presumptuous to say... given you've risen for the Crown whilst spilling blood.

"We have arranged it best, suited for the Queen," the sly-looking lady smiles as you arrive at the door. Your lodging for the next few days and nights.

"As expected," you compliment, wearing a minute smile, "I look forward to meeting your sovereign by dawn."

She nods—not knowing that their ruler won't actually be arriving anytime soon—before turning to the pair of men three steps behind you as assigned.

The rest of your servants and retainers have already been set to do other works, from presenting the gifts you've bought to giving them their time of leisure. All that's left now are...

"And these men... your Majesty? Your guards, I believe, where would you prefer their quarters to be?"

You meet their eyes, a flick of interest seen in your [c]s before you shake your head and enter the room.

"I could care less. You may ask their preference, it is up to you."

The door shuts and the pink-haired lady is then left standing with the rest of the Queen's retinue; a blank-faced servant and a smiling—he seems mad, though—knight.

Alatus

✤ — Good evening, I'm Alatus of Khemia's Elites, the Yaksha. Thank you kindly for accommodating her Majesty in spite of our sudden arrival.

It would appear that the messenger crow sent has failed to deliver its message, do allow me to amend—... not needed? I see, well!

My gratitude, lady Miko.

... Oh, my preference, you ask?

If it isn't much of a bother, I'd like to be stationed someplace far—not too far, of course. The reason? Well—

... I beg your pardon? Harboring enmity towards her Majesty?

Hah, how bemusing. Do understand that I'm not trying to be rude, but I won't be answering that comment of yours, lady Miko.

Well then, shall we be off? I've much to do, still. And one of them is to tend to her Majesty... as ordered.

Kazuha

✤ — A wonderful night to you and the rest of Kuni, lady Miko.

Yes, our journey was nothing short of safe. The people are welcoming, I am certain that her Majesty is delighted, I assure you.

That said, I'd like my quarters to be close to the Queen, if you please. Distance by rooms does not matter, as long as this is met, then—yes, thank you kindly.

It comes without saying that in turn—

Ah, yes. I've yet to introduce myself. My apologies, lady Miko.

I'm Kaedehara Kazuha.

Hm? Oh, indeed—I am of noble blood, but the prestige of our name has dwindled in antiquity. It's not a matter that must concern you.

I am the Queen's personal Knight and servant.

Both public and private.

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