#Red Hood and The Black Sphinx

[polytherianism]

WIP INTRO POST

hello all my name is polytherianism or pandora, i am alterhuman in many ways including being a polytherian and being a nonhuman system member. my main pronouns are he/they/aer/xe/zombz and i use masculine terms.

main nonhuman labels;

other-hearted

polytherian

nonhuman system member

otherkin + fictionkin

funlink + copinglink

more about me;

bodily 19

t4t + likes queer men

intersex / FTM / GNC

on T — planning top surgery

CDD system — trait specific PD

tagging system;

pandora.txt = text posts

pandora.img = images

pandora.ids = identities

pandora.vents = vents and rants

pandora.rbs = reblogs

more info under the cut~

otherhearted; 16

puppy hearted; 6

dalmation, german shepherd, great dane, australian shepherd, saint bernard, belgian malinois

rabbit hearted; 2

lop eared rabbit, pygmy rabbit

otter hearted; 2

sea otter, giant otter

bat hearted; 6

fruit bat, canyon bat, giant golden-crowned flying fox, common vampire bat, painted bat, northern ghost bat

theriotypes; 19

feline; 8

lion, panther, lynx, domestic cat, wild cat, cheetah, tiger, sand cat

canine; 6

bat eared fox, island fox, true fox, red fox, arctic fox, african wild dog

ursine; 4

sun bear, brown bear, giant panda, sloth bear

procyon; 1

raccoon

funlinks; 4

macaque monkey, spider monkey, lioness, poison dart frog

copinglinks; 3

dragon, humanoid, advanced AI tv head

otherkins; 10

AI, angel, bat, lemur, owl, goat, python, seal, frog, dinosaur

fictionkins; 26

1. musicfluid troll (trolls)

2. cheshire cat (alice in wonderland)

3. eeyore (winnie the pooh)

4. fizzarolli (HH/HB)

5. robotic fizzarolli (HH/HB)

6. max (max n ruby)

7. spike (MLP)

8. ellisabat (MH)

9. twyla boogieman (MH)

10. venus mcflytrap (MH)

11. wydowna spider (MH)

12. frankie stein (MH)

13. ghoulia yelps (MH)

14. scarah screams (MH)

15. rochelle goyle (MH)

16. abbey bominable (MH)

17. cerise hood (EAH)

18. C.A. cupid (MH/EAH)

19. gigi grant (MH)

20. kitty cheshire (EAH)

21. madeline hatter (EAH)

22. raven queen (EAH)

23. luci (disenchantment)

24. mora (disenchantment)

25. shiny umbreon (pokemon)

26. enderman (minecraft)

all nonhuman identities unorganized; 104

dalmation, great dane, german shepherd, australian shepherd, saint bernard, melgian malinois, lop eared rabbit, pygmy rabbit, sea otter, giant otter, fruit bat, canyon bat, giant golden-crowned flying fox, common vampire bat, painted bat, northern ghost bat, ring railed lemur, barn owl, snowy owl, true owl, fainting goat, kamori goat, american pygmy goat, dutch landrace goat, green tree python, classic python, earless seal, poison dart frog, pacman frog, glass frog, red eyed tree frog, rain frog, indian bullfrog, fire bellied toad, triceratops, stegosaurus, apatosaurus, archaeopteryx, transvaal lion, barbary lion, black panther, snow leopard, malayan tiger, canadian lynx, bobcat, african wild cat, cheetah, bat eared fox, island fox, true fox, red fox, arctic fox, african wild dog, sun bear, brown bear, giant panda, raccoon, macaque monkey, spider monkey, siamese cat, british shorthair cat, maine coon cat, ragdoll cat, sphinx cat, scottish fold cat, bombay cat, siberian cat, norwegian forest cat, russian blue cat, munchkin cat, oriental shorthair cat, egyptian mau cat, selkirk rex cat, havana brown cat, showshoe cat, lykoi cat, bengal cat, cornish rex cat, scottish fold cat, toyger cat, persian cat, singapura cat, mosaic axolotl, chimera axolotl, albino axolotl, raven, phoenix, sand cat, sloth bear, indian giant squirrel, platypus, giant glider, necrocat, humanoid, dragon, tv head advanced AI, angel, skulldog, skullcat, skullbat, manokit, dumbo octopus, ocelot, calico critter, luna moth, betta fish

[apilgrimpassingby]

The good necromancers are preoccupied with giving closure - helping angry ghosts to move on, giving insight in murder cases, that kind of thing. I'd honestly never considered if their magic worked on non-humans or not.

The clothing of each school:

Alchemists wear bright orange robes with deep purple trim and brown leather aprons, and have bright orange cloaks with deep purple trim held in place with a phoenix-shaped brooch, made of amber with bronze fittings. The basic alchemical implement is a flask, containing a mix of molten metal and quicklime.

Conjurers wear yellow robes with bronze trim and sacred ibis quills worn in the hair, and have yellow cloaks with bronze trim held in place with a sphinx-shaped brooch, made of yellow topaz with gold fittings. The basic conjuring implement is the quill, plus papyrus and red and black ink.

Mystics wear turquoise robes with light green trim and dreadlocks, and have turquoise cloaks with light green trim held in place with a yeti-shaped brooch, made of turquoise with silver fittings. The basic mystical implement is a telekinetically bent spoon.

Necromancers wear light grey robes with white trim and grey lace veils, and have light grey cloaks with white trim held in place with a hellhound-shaped brooch, made of moonstone with silver fittings. The basic necromantic implement is a candle, used in conjunction with a mirror and bowl of water.

Observers wear light blue robes with silver trim and silver goggles with blue glass lenses, and have light blue cloaks with silver trim held in place with a mothman-shaped brooch, made of aquamarine with silver fittings. The basic observational implement is a telescope, used in conjunction with a telescope and notepad.

Shamans wear dark green robes with bronze trim and light green face paint in variable patterns, and have dark green cloaks with bronze trim held in place with a griffin-shaped brooch, made of emerald with bronze fittings. The basic shamanic implement is a staff, decorated with eagle feathers and bones.

Sorcerers wear black robes with dark red trim and hoods, and have black cloaks with dark red trim held in place with a dragon-shaped brooch, made of ruby with bronze fittings. The basic sorcerous implement is a sacrificial knife, used in conjunction with blood and a grimoire.

Witches wear medium pink robes with violet trim and crowns of roses and violets (magically kept fresh), and have medium pink cloaks with violet trim held in place with a unicorn-shaped brooch, made of pink diamond with gold fittings. The basic witchcraft implement is a wand decorated with yew leaves and rose stems.

Wizards wear white robes with gold trim and cloth-of-gold stoles, and have white cloaks with gold trim held in place with a seraph-shaped brooch, made of pearl with gold fittings. The basic wizarding implement is a censer burning incense, used in conjunction with a holy book.

(The cloak is used for warmth or cool, depending on the climate - each mountain has its own magically-generated microclimate - and on formal occasions.)

Choose Your Magic School

So, a while back I developed a magic school divided into nine sub-schools; each sub-school is located on a mountaintop, collectively forming a circle of mountains, with a common space between them where students from all schools can meet.

The locations of the sub-schools are as follows:

Alchemists are located in a steampunk-style castle atop a mountain covered in birch woods, and they have an aviary of phoenixes.

Conjurers (think Ancient-Egyptian-style magic) are located in a giant pyramid atop a mountain covered in gardens like this, and they have a living sphinx who patrols the base.

Mystics are located in a wooden monastery atop a mountain covered in frozen waterfalls and snowy trees, and they have a yeti who hides in the forest.

Necromancers (who here can be good or evil) are located in catacombs amidst a mountain covered in mausoleums, gravestones etc. and willow and yew trees, and they have a pack of hellhounds who act as class pets.

Observers (UFO-based magic) are located in a giant observatory atop a mountain covered in dark pine woods, and they have a mothman who swoops around the trees.

Shamans are located in a treetop village atop a mountain covered in jungle, and they get up to and down from the villages by means of griffins.

Sorcerers (stereotypical evil magic, but can be good or evil) are located in a huge black tower atop a mountain covered in ash and dead trees, and they have a dragon in a cave on the mo.

Witches (rural magic) are located in a cute village of cottages atop a mountain covered in oak, beeches and streams, and they have a stable of unicorns.

Wizards (high-church-styled magic) are located in a Romanesque abbey complex atop a mountain covered in herb gardens, and they have apparitions of seraphim.

Tagging @roses-red-and-pink, @melisssg99, @cactusflowerfemme and @rebelnurse

[brennenscolby]

•Red Hood and The Black Sphinx [Complete Masterlist] •

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Summary: Re-animation and resurrection: What’s the difference? (Y/n) can’t really tell the two apart, especially when it happens to someone she’s loved-and continues to love.

Disclaimer!: The complete story is on Wattpad, under @brennenscolby, but it is currently under editing. Feel free to read, but there will be variations in the next few chapters I share on Tumblr. I felt the need to review every single chapter, and repost in a much better format onto here. Xx

Pairing: Vigilante!Reader x Vigilante!Red Hood

Table of Contents

1: Flashbacks

2: The Lost and The Found

3: Gone

4: Recovery

5: Discovery

6: Comeback

7: Cat and Mouse

8: Reflection of a Lifetime

9: Nighthawks

10: Well, shit

11: Reminder

12: In hindsight

13: One in a Million

14: Gotham's shadow of the Night

15: Left Unsaid

16: Neon Nights

17: Too Deep

18: Baby Doll

19: King, Queen, Joker

20: Dream a little dream of me

21: Unknown

22: The end of the world

23: Betrayal

24: I don't want to set the world on fire

25: Wishful Thinking

26: Change of Heart

27: Crazy, he calls me

28: Through the Night

29: Meet me halfway

30: The Best of the Best

31: Picture this!

32: Without knowing it all

33: Unresolved sentiment

34: Uhh, what now?

35: Come together, as one

36: Red Hood and The Black Sphinx

37: Epilogue

Visual Inspiration:

Red Hood

Black Sphinx

Red Hood & Black Sphinx

Suit {sphinx}

Playlists

Official {New songs each week}

Chapter by chapter [3 songs per chapter]

Art by @Nadiratheamazon~

[jillsdodds]

30 September 2017:  When I was younger, fall meant back to school.  Now it means cool caterpillars.

[christelgothamite]

{one-shot}

The hunt (part 1)

Christel stood inside the batcave. Yet again. Red hood in front of her.

"are you sure this book can be useful?" Christel asked him. A little unsure. Jason sighed taking his helmet off "we need to take a look Christel" he stated. "If this book doesn't answer our questions . We can always take Delenn's help" he said further.

Christel nodded. Opening the book sitting besides him. The first page read.

"monster in Loch Ness, Horyn. land of spice." the texts were in a red, orange and yellow font. With strange symbols bellow. Jason hummed.

"red stone must be in Scotland" he answered. She looked at him puzzled. "monster in loch ness is a Scotland thing.." Jason explained. Christel nodded and looked at the texts further.

Cass sat next to her and mumbled "Horyn... River... Orange.. Ukraine"

"oh yes! Horyn river in Ukraine!" Christel explained. And smiled at Cass. So the orange crystal was in Ukraine..

"land of spice" Christel mumbled. Both Jason and Christel then yelled at the same time "INDIA!"

"we need to find more pages like these" Jason mumbled. And Christel nodded. Turning some pages. All had strange symbols. Then they came across texts written in green, blue and purple.

"kings called Louis, Republic of Korea...Sphinx"

Christel hummed "Sphinx is found in Egypt... The purple one is in Egypt" she concluded. "kings called Louis... That has to be France." she said further.

"south Korea" Jason and Christel said at the Same time. Christel turned the pages. Finding another page.. This one was burned on the edges but they could read it.

"Canberra" was written in bold pink. Bellow it in faded brown colour "Andean region" was written.

"Andean region....peru" Cass answered. "and Canberra. That's the capital of australia.." Jason said after her.

The pages after that were burned and Christel felt anxious then she saw the next proper page.

"Filipino. Samoan. Santo Domingo" was written upsite down in white, gray and black texts.

"Philippines, Samoa and the dominican republic" robin said from behind them.

Christel took a deep breath... Looks like they got their answers...

Let the hunt began.

[alder-bos]

Correspondences for Strength

I really surprised my Mom this morning by lift a huge duffle bag of books with one arm 🤣 It must've been like 40 to 50 pounds, so she was very impressed. That’s what this is based on, alongside my daily workouts and practices.

Altar Items/Symbols: Strength Sigils, The Aegishjalmur, Triquetra, Mjolnir, Pentacles, Candles, Workout items, Weapons and Armor, Culture Hero and Deity effigies, Thunder and Lightning motifs

Elements: Earth, Fire

Animals: Eagle, Lion, Dragon, Jaguar, Boar, Bull, Griffin, Horse, Bear, Sphinx, Wolf, Elephant, Osprey, Buffalo, Cheetah, Cougar, Elk, Rat, Seal, Salmon

Herbs/Plants: Oak, Apricot, Fig, Grapefruit, Lime, Pine, Snake Plant, Ginseng, Ginger, Peppermint, Sage, Rosemary, Chamomile, Turmeric, Ashwagandha, Echinacea, Golden Root/Rhodiola Rosea, Oregano, Thyme, Dill, Cinnamon, Bay, Carnation, Mugwort, Mulberry, Pennyroyal, Saffron, St John’s Wort, Thistle, Parsley, Mushrooms

Foods: Black tea, Rooibos tea, Vodka, Green tea, Chai Tea, Beef, Broths and Soups

Stones: Iron, Agate, Bloodstone, Diamond, Garnet, Labradorite, Onyx, Turquoise, Gold, Brass,

Planets & Constellations: Mars, The Sun, Saturn, Jupiter, Taurus, Heracles, Leo, Orion

Colors: Orange, Red, Brown, White, Black

Deities: Thor, Ares, Lugh, The Morrigan, Sekhmet, Horus, Tyr, Odin, Freya, Athena, Nike, Hermes, Bellona, Sun Wukong, Pele, Bast, Artemis, Brigid, Suasnoo, Amaterasu

Other Mythological Figures: The Valkyries, The Amazons, Beowulf, Heracles, King Arthur & his Knights, Cu Chulainn, Fionn Mac Cumhail, Mwindo, Maui, Samson, Pwyll, Robin Hood, Krishna, Momotaro, Gilgamesh & Enkidu

Incense / Essential Oils: Aloe, Pine, Bergamot, Carnation, Cedar, Musk, Cinnamon, Citron, Cypress, Frankincense, Pine, Lemongrass

Time: Tuesday, Evening, August, January, December, June, Waxing Crescent, Waxing Gibbous, Full Moon

[saijspellhart]

Another Yugi Sphinx drabble. Atem gets cursed.

“Good morning Atem~” Yugi sang as he hopped down from his perch atop the great stone obelisk. He pranced over the sand, his paws leaving kitty prints in their wake, to Atem where he proceeded to rub his whole body—starting from his cheek, before following with his shoulder, side, and finally his rump—along the man’s shenti and thighs.

He made a tight circle before repeating the process on Atem’s other side. His tail brushing affectionately across Atem’s backside as he did so.

Being touched so casually, so friendly, made Atem’s skin tingle and burn. Nobody ever rubbed up against him like this. Nobody touched him so casually, period. But then, Yugi didn’t know he was a pharaoh. Atem still refused to tell him anything about his life, even if they were sort of friends by now. Friends that had kissed by fire light a night prior? Were they still just friends? It was extremely confusing. Yugi never seemed concerned about it, hadn’t tried to kiss him again, and they didn’t exactly have a proper conversation about it afterwards.

As Yugi finished his last brush up against him, Atem reached down to stroke the tawny reddish golden fur along the sphinx’s back. Yugi’s tail dragged over the front of his shenti, making startling friction, and Atem dragged his hand over that tail, tugging teasingly on it twice as he did so.

Yugi started, practically hopping at the action. He whipped around to face Atem, glaring up at him in offense. Though whether or not it was serious or mocking, he couldn’t tell.

“You dare yank on a Sphinx’s tail?”

“Yes.” Atem challenged right back, grinning with perfect white teeth.

Yugi gaped at him, before puffing out his cheeks and huffing. “Rude! How would you like it if I pulled on your tail?” As if to illustrate his point, Yugi’s stumpy tail whipped from one side to the next behind him.

“I don’t know,” teased Atem, his smile growing more playful. “I don’t have a tail. But maybe I’d like it,” he finished with a taunting lilt.

Yugi narrowed his eyes at that, pupils shrinking to mere slits. His frown was quickly replaced as a smug grin suddenly curled the corners of his mouth revealing the tips of his canines. He dug his toes into the sand before settling back on his haunches and began whispering a chant under his breath.

Atem recognized the pattern of speech for what it was immediately, even if he couldn’t quite make out the word. A spell.

“Yugi, no.”

The chanting continued and Yugi raised his front paws, magic collecting around them distorting the air and seeming to glow.

“Whatever you are doing, please stop. It was a joke,” Atem pleaded, taking a cautionary step backwards. “Please.”

Such pleas fell on deaf ears. Magic pulsed around Yugi’s paws as he turned the pads towards Atem.

“Yugi!”

A hot tingling sensation started at the back of Atem’s spine. Magic gathered around him, concentrating at his lower back and making the air thick and heavy. The tingling feeling traveled as something grew off his backside, tumbling out of his shenti and stopping just short of the ground.

Fur brushed his ankles.

A tail brushed his ankles.

His tail.

Atem blinked, and made a turn to look at it, but the tail followed right along with his body and all he managed was a circle. Finally he simply twisted his upper half and stared.

“Why Atem, you have such a handsome tail~” The glowing around Yugi’s paws dispersed and he was back on all fours again, prancing up to Atem with a triumphant grin.

“You gave me a cheetah’s tail?”

“I didn’t,” Yugi explained, trotting a circle around his victim and eyeing with intrigued appraisal.

Atem flushed red with embarrassment and tugged at his shenti in a futile attempt to hide the cheetah tail.

“I don’t choose the animal, the magic draws the animal from you.”

Every time the Sphinx attempted to slip behind Atem to get a better look, he would turn so that his body obscured the newly formed tail.

“Although I have to admit,” Yugi continued with a pleased hum, “that I’m enchanted it gave you a feline’s tail.” His eyelids dropped until he was peering up at Atem from beneath hooded eyes. “So regal.”

Was that a flirt? Was Yugi flirting with him? Atem felt his cheeks burn even hotter than they already were. “Ah… thank you?”

“The pleasure’s all mine~” the Sphinx purred, finally managing to slip behind Atem and paw impishly at his long gold and black spotted tail.

The pharaoh tried to side-step, to move out of reach again, but stopped dead in his tracks when dagger-like pressure clamped down.

Yugi caught his tail between his teeth. Grinning like a cat that caught a mouse.

~000~

This is dedicated to @kevlar01 because they draw the cutest stuff for this AU. And I love it so much. So here is another drabble just for you.

[yinyangofnevermore]

RWBY Character Allusions

Ruby Rose -> Little Red Riding Hood 🌹(micro allusion in the early volumes: Dorothy from Wizard of Oz)

Weiss Schnee -> Snow White ❄️(micro allusion in the early volumes: Tin Man from Wizard of Oz - no heart)

Blake Belladonna -> Belle AND the Beast (as in combined cuz she’s clearly Belle but she’s also a faunus - Black the Beast descends from shadows 🐈), also yin (from ☯️)  💜 (micro allusion in the early volumes: Cowardly Lion from Wizard of Oz - runs away)

Yang Xiao Long -> Goldilocks, also yang (from ☯️), also kind of Belle from Beauty and the Beast (Yellow beauty burns gold) 💛Sunny little dragon 🐉(micro allusion in the early volumes: Scarecrow from Wizard of Oz - depicted as a dumb blonde)

Zwei -> Toto from Wizard of Oz 🐕

Professor Ozpin/Ozma -> THE Wizard of Oz 🧙🏼‍♂️

Oscar Pine -> Dorothy from Wizard of Oz (his aunt is Auntie Em), some ppl say he may be the Little Prince or Tip from WoO (I’m honestly not sure)

Glynda Goodwitch -> Glinda the good witch from Wizard of Oz 🧙🏻‍♀️

Qrow Branwen -> The Scarecrow from WoO and Muninn, one of Odin’s birds

General James Ironwood -> The Tinman from WoO

Leonardo Lionheart -> The Cowardly Lion from WoO

Professor Theodore -> Still unsure as we haven’t met him yet (in the actual show), some folks think Dorothy some think Scarecrow (in After the Fall and Before the Dawn he is apparently very Dorothy-like)

Jaune Arc -> Joan of Arc ✝️

Nora Valkyrie -> Thor ⚡️

Lie Ren -> Mulan 🌸💮

Pyrrha Nikos -> Achilles 🍁 

Sun Wukong -> Sun Wukong aka The Monkey King (Journey to the West) 🐒

Neptune Vasilias-> Literally the god Neptune/Poseidon, only terrified of water 🌊🔱

Velvet Scarlatina -> Velveteen Rabbit 🐇

Coco Adel -> Hot cocoa and also kinda Coco Chanel

Fox Alistair -> Fox Hunter’s Pie and also potentially Fox and The Hound

Yatsuhashi Daichi -> Yatsuhashi is a Japanese treat, some ppl say Quasimodo?

Dr. Bartholomew Oobleck -> Bartholomew and the Oobleck

Professor Peter Port -> Peter and the Wolf (One could also make an argument for Teddy Roosevelt)

Cardin Winchester -> The Cardinal of Winchester, Henry Beaufort (that judged Joan of Arc) ✝️

Cinder Fall -> Cinderella 🔥

Rhodes -> Colossus of Rhodes as well as possibly Rhodopis (one of the earliest known Cinderella type tales)

Emerald Sustrai -> Aladdin 💎

Mercury Black -> The god Mercury/Hermes

Roman Torchwick -> Romeo Candlewick/Lampwick (from Pinocchio)

Neo Politan-> Neapolitan Ice Cream (some ppl say Mary Poppins cuz of the umbrella, but I dunno) 🍦

Adam Taurus -> Gaston 🐐(He is also the Beast in some ways, but his main allusion in relation to Blake is Gaston)

Salem -> Rapunzel, but mostly the Wicked Witch from Wizard of Oz

The Grimm -> Named after The Brothers Grimm 

Also many Grimm have very specific allusions, some of the more pertinent ones are:

Beowolf -> Representations of the Big Bad Wolf from Little Red Riding Hood (also the name is from an old English epic poem called Beowulf)

Ursa -> Representations of the bears from Goldilocks and the Three Bears

King Taijitu -> Taijitu is the proper Chinese name (in western letters) for the yin and yang symbol (it has two heads - a light and a dark one)

Death Stalker -> Potentially based on Scorpius/Scorpio from Greek mythology

Nevermore -> Reference to The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe

Wyvern -> dragon/winged creature from western European mythology

Nuckelavee -> Based on a demon from Orcadian mythology

Seer -> Like a Grimm version of a crystal ball

Griffon -> Based on griffins from Greek mythology

Manticore -> Based on manticore from Persian mythology

Sabyr -> Saber tooth tiger

Sphinx -> Obvs based on Sphinx from Egyptian mythology

Winged Beringel -> Flying monkeys from WoZ

Sea Feilong -> Based on Chinese Flying Dragon

The Apathy -> Apathetic feelings (I.e. Like executive dysfunction/depression in Grimm form)

Leviathan -> Judeo-Christian sea monster/serpent

Monstra -> The giant whale from Pinocchio that swallows Geppetto

The Hound -> The Fox AND The Hound (Fox Faunus turned into a hound Grimm)

Tyrian Callows -> The scorpion from the Scorpion and the Frog story 🦂

Arthur Watts -> John Watson from Sherlock Holmes

Hazel Rainart -> Hansel from Hansel and Gretel

Penny Polendina -> Pinocchio

Pietro Polendina -> Geppetto from Pinocchio

Raven Branwen -> Huginn, one of Odin’s birds (she also gives me a Morrigan vibe from Irish mythology) 

Taiyang Xiao Long -> Twin Dragons (his name roughly means great sunny little dragon) 🐉

Summer Rose -> The Last Rose of Summer 🌹

Vernal -> Vernal legit means springtime sooo.....

Ilia Amitola -> Kaa from Jungle Book (some ppl say Mowgli?)

Ghira Belladonna -> Bagheera from Jungle Book 🐆

Kali Belladonna -> Raksha, the mother wolf, and also kinda Kali the Hindu mother goddess of destruction?

Sienna Khan -> Shere Khan from Jungle Book 🐅

Corsac and Fennec Albain - Tabaqi from Jungle Book?

Klein Sieben -> The Seven Dwarves (all in one)

Jacques Schnee -> Jack Frost ❄️

Winter Schnee -> The Snow Queen ❄️

Whitley Schnee -> Mirror from Snow White (maybe? honestly I’m not sure) ❄️

Willow Schnee -> Queen Grimhilde, the Evil Queen from Snow White (that’s my best guess for her, anyways)❄️

Nicholas Schnee -> Possibly Santa Claus?

Neon Katt -> Nyan cat meme

Flynt Coal -> Flint Coal from Minecraft

Maria Calavera -> Legit the Grim Reaper

Jinn and Ambrosius-> Djinn/Genies 🧞‍♂️

Lil’ Miss Malachite -> Little Miss Muffet 🕷🕸

Caroline Cordovin -> The Lady in the Shoe 👞

Ace Ops -> Aesop’s Fables

Clover Ebi -> A Fisherman’s Good Luck 🎣

Vine Zeki -> The Elm and the Vine

Elm Ederne -> The Elm and the Vine

Harriet Bree -> Hare from Tortoise and the Hare 🐇

Marrow Amin -> The Dog and Its Reflection 🐕

Robyn  Hill -> Robin Hood

Happy Huntresses -> Merry Men from Robin Hood 

May Marigold -> Maid Marian

Fiona Thyme -> Friar Tuck

Joana Greenleaf -> Little John

Fria -> Blue Fairy from Pinocchio 🧚🏼‍♂️

Little -> The sleepy teacup Dormouse from the Mad Hatter’s tea party

Jabberwalker -> Jabberwocky

Alyx -> Alice in Wonderland

Red Prince -> Red Queen from Wonderland

Curious Cat -> Cheshire Cat

I’m not doing ALL of the characters, just the ones who have a bit more substance in the story.

Several of these are kind of guesses that I’m not sure about. Please don’t tear me apart if I’ve gotten something wrong, but I do take suggestions into mind. And let’s be real, in most cases we simply don’t know for sure unless CRWBY tells us. So unless Miles or Kerry or someone from CRWBY says FOR SURE who a character is based on, do not just tell me I am wrong because we simply don’t know. But if I missed something Miles or Kerry or someone more official in CRWBY has said, please feel free to tell me.

I will try to keep this updated.

[tractorgoth]

End of season caterpillar roundup:

1. Black Swallowtail

2. Monarch

3. American Dagger

4. & 5. White-Lined Sphinx

6. American Copper Underwing

7. Red Admiral

8. Owl-hooded Moth

9. Virginian Tiger Moth

[whoacanada]

Prompt Fill: Cult + Jack + Angel!Bitty

Pairing: Zimbits

Summary: The NHL has a yearly retreat that’s a lazy cover for high ranking players to get drunk and try to command ice magic. Jack’s over it. Bob’s really over it. Until they finally manage to summon something.

“Hate these fucking things,” Bob sighs, lifting his hood enough to take a long pull from his beer. “Every damn year I have to watch; everyone knows the magic is in the ice, not in the players. Certainly not in the league front office.”

“Thank you again for dragging me into this,” Jack mumbles, adjusting his own smaller, less-obnoxious mask. There are no air holes and he keeps having to push the thing up so he can breathe.

“It’s tradition,” Bob argues. “A shitty, shitty tradition. You know one of these days we will actually manage to summon something and it’s going to end one of two ways: a bloodbath or an orgy. I’m hoping for the former, put me out of my misery so we never have to do one of these things again.”

A loud cheer goes up across the field, near the bonfire, and they both raise their hands reflexively.

“So say we all,”  Jack says in unison with his father.

It’s Jack’s second Ceremony since he signed with the Providence Falconers and he’s already bored, he can only imagine how his father feels pushing forty of these damn things. He wants to go home, he wants to be in bed with his boyfriend.

“What are they trying to summon this year?”

“An angel,” Bob sighs, finally pulling off his hood for a moment to reveal a mess of sweaty hair. “Or some kind of divine being. Last year it was a demon, a year before was a Sphinx for some reason. At this point, it seems like the front office is just drawing from a hat. We’ve never actually managed to —“

A whip-crack of thunder interrupts his father and Jack looks up at the clear night sky for any sign of a storm. There’s nothing.

“Huh. Well, that’s —“

Their attention is dragged back across the field where the bonfire has shifted from orange to a bright blue.

“Tabarnak,” Bob curses, tossing his bottle to the side and pulling his hood back on before taking off toward the commotion. “They finally managed to do something stupid!”

“Jack follows suit and runs after his father, outpacing the other rubbernecking stragglers, to find the upper echelons of current and past NHL talent huddled around . . . Something.

Someone in blue grabs Jack’s arm — another Falconer — and Jack hears Marty’s voice say, “You have to get him out of here.”

Jack shoves Marty out of the way and finds Bitty sitting on the ground in his shorts and Jack’s favorite Samwell tee, hugging his knees to his chest, trying to hide his face.

“Our Angel!” A man in gold yells, and the crowd roars.

Jack doesn’t look away from his shaking partner, the love of his life, or from the pair of small auburn wings arching delicately from his shoulder-blades.

Someone reaches out to touch Bitty and Jack jumps to smack the hand away. The crowd goes silent and Bitty still keeps his head down, clearly terrified.

“Hey! What the fuck is your problem!? We’ve been blessed we can do whatever we want to it.”

Jack can see Marty, his father, two men in black, one of whom must be Uncle Mario, and a smattering of color-coded allies watching closely and moving lesser ranking players out of the way. Jack can recognize an escape plan when he sees one.

He doesn’t waste any time falling to one knee to scoop Bitty up with one arm under his knees and the other around his chest; he struggles a bit at first, kicking, scratching, but Jack leans in and whispers, “Lapin, don’t be scared, it’s me, I’m taking you home.”

Bitty looks up with red eyes and whispers, “Honey?”

[brennenscolby]

Chapter 1: Flashbacks

A/N: The first three chapters touch base on Depression, and dark themes. Cussing will be a common thing throughout the series. Please comment and enjoy<3

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Time: 1:32am

Location: Downtown Gotham

The clouds twisted in a gruesome fashion. It looked like it was going to rain. 

Hooking her legs around the black motorcycle, (Y/N) rushed home after a long night. Gotham had always seemed to bear a gloominess, no matter the weather. The frigid air only did wonders to worsen it, simultaneously freezing her figure up. As she zipped through traffic, an exasperated sigh fell from her lips, quickly falling unnoticed by the fierce winds that blew around. City buildings rushed passed her, leaving nothing but a blur to be seen. It felt as though everything was coincidently falling into pace with her desolate emotions.

With Nightwing's absence, (Y/n) was in charge of patrolling— only on the nights Batman couldn't come, of course. On top of that, at just thirteen years old, she impressively earned the identity of Batgirl.

However, new priorities piled onto her once turning fourteen the following year. Not only was she required to be competent, but, she was also required to be independent on each of her missions.

Although being a heroine stressed her out at times, the amount of duty that was packaged with being a savior corresponded to how grateful she felt, too. If not for her father and her mother, she wouldn't have managed to become such a skilled fighter.

Despite the fact that she felt thankful, she couldn't say she felt proud.

Not with her mother in mind, anyways.

Having her mother in mind prodded negative notions of confusion and irritation within her.

(Y/n) was the daughter of Selina Kyle, Cat Woman.

Although some people,-such as her father-, had good things to say about her mother, the young girl couldn't say the same. Selina Kyle was just the cowardly woman who abandoned a good man as well as their baby girl.

A cowardly woman who abandoned her three-year-old daughter, without any explanation as to why.

Taking a deep breath, (Y/n) exhaled, allowing the foggy atmosphere to contaminate her breathing. Her distant thoughts quickly faded upon seeing a familiar road.

Snapping back into reality, she relaxed her tight grip on the motorcycle handles, opting on thinking of something else instead of pointlessly getting worked up.

Although she had a few deep rooted personal issues with her mother, the darkness never did enough to overshadow her will to live life to the fullest.

The thought of her beloved alone, dissipated her anguish.

Jason Todd.

She loved him dearly. They had started dating about six months ago, after testing the waters. Although her confession had been delayed, (Y/n) had a soft spot for Jason ever since she was ten. From exchanging silly inside jokes to longing glances, Jason meant the absolute world to her. Just thinking about him made her heart stir with joy.

Regrettably though, she quickly realized that her lover's name wouldn't be making her feel better. Not anytime soon.

For the past six months, Jason had been missing.

(Y/n) tried looking everywhere for him, high and low. She even investigated his favorite hangout spots in the outskirts of Gotham,-which quickly left her disappointed when he didn't surface-.

What were daily searches turned into once a week and then, months.

The most important mission to (Y/n) eventually became futile as she was left clueless and frustrated. It took a toll on her youthful little heart. Not finding Jason was a pain like never before.

Rotating the throttle on her motorcycle, she sped down the street, startling some late-night pedestrians who walked by. Upon passing them, she rushed into the Batcave, resting her motorcycle nearby. With a newfound urgency, the (h/c) girl approached a seated bulky figure that faced the bat computers.

Her father had called her earlier, sounding as if he had some important news. Whatever it was must've been incredibly urgent as it forced (Y/n) to end patrol early. She couldn't help but itch with curiosity.

The female paused her movements, waiting for the right moment to approach him.

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Bruce continued replaying the video on his screen. He couldn't seem to get it through his head. The Joker had taken Jason,

"Father"

He briefly tensed at the sound of his daughter's voice. Her tone, sharp as stone, emotionless as ever, clearly identical to his own, sounded across the room,

"Where is he?", inquired the young girl. From the distance she stood at, (Y/n) could barely make out anything on the computer monitor as her father's figure obscured most of it.

Bruce clenched his jaw, shoulders tensing. He was never the type to beat around the bush, but at that moment, he deemed it necessary. Despite knowing that it would break his daughter's heart, he turned around, looking into his daughter's eyes without any hesitation,

"The Joker has him," he confirmed. The male stood, exposing the horrid truth to (Y/n). A frown took over her features, deepening when she saw Jason on the screen. Tears brimmed her eyes, threatening to spill at any second that passed. There, behind the Joker, lay Jason, mangled and tossed into a chair as if he were some kind of rag doll. Dirt smeared across his robin suit, leaving the once vibrant colors of green, red, and yellow, dull. He kept his head down, black strands of hair shrouding his eyes.

Gashes and scratches of all kinds littered his face and torso, making him appear all the more sickening. A piece of tape fastened his mouth shut, replacing the loud screams he released with quiet whimpers.

Bruce watched his daughter as her features blended into a sorrowful expression. Balling her fists up in pure anger, she fell to her knees, releasing a quiet sob. She couldn't begin to understand the pain her beloved must've been going through. The sight before her was simply too much to take in. Her father trudged over, bending down before gently pulling her trembling figure into his embrace,

"We will find him", he promised, jaw clenched in frustration. It took him so long to locate Jason. He considered himself guilty for what happened.

Yet, even with the situation at hand, he tried his hardest not to worry (Y/n). The stoic expressions he displayed were all to protect his daughter. The young girl was similar to him in that sense, showing the world she wasn't scared, when in reality, she was terrified. Running a hand over her back comfortingly, he came to a conclusion.

He would find Jason and save him, for the betterment of all. (Y/n) clutched her father's form, holding on tightly. Living a life like hers was incredibly dangerous, but the young girl had accepted her fate long ago. Yet, losing Jason was just something she couldn't handle. All the midnight gas station raids they'd taken part in, all the stupid laughs they shared,

she couldn't lose him.

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A/N: After this, chapters will be in second person. It gets better, I promise;)

[tiny-ruby-seeds]

Way Down Below/ Sinister Kid 2- TEASER

.. As I pulled out the deck and looked over the old cards. I swear I could smell the scent of cigarettes coming from them, lingering like a ghost. It’s funny how such a small thing can trigger memories like the taste the humid air in my hotel room, and felt a slight pulse of history and power older then this country was. I could almost hear a deep musical, slightly accented voice speaking…

I shook my head to clear the memory. Echoes of memory starting to fade in my mind. Think of the question. Otherwise, the cards will give me one hell of a strange answer.

I took a deep breath trying to clear my head save for my question which I focused on more, and more and more. As I did this… I started to shuffle. First cutting the deck into three piles and then sorting the deck in those three piles. Then I started shuffling the cards like I was dealing poker or something. Once, twice, three times. I knew the cards couldn’t tell me an address, much less coordinates but… At this point, I would take a hint, ask the audience, phone a friend, anything. Hell, I was close to calling a psychic I had met during an LA trip to pull out her damn spirit board (as much as I hate those things) and talk to dead people. So anything the cards could tell me would be enough.

Finally, I took a deep breath, brought the cards up to my lips and blew across them like I was blowing out a candle.

Tell me where I can find him. Where I can find Michael Langdon. If not… Tell me what his plans are… Please.

As soon as I lost my breath I could swear the cards themselves pulsed like they possessed a heartbeat. It was an odd sensation but one I was used to, in fact, I have to admit I almost forgot how much I missed it. I sat the deck on the cover before me as I crossed my legs. Very carefully I pushed the deck so the cards lay face down, fanned out upon the bedspread. Their colored backs of moons, suns, and stars showing perhaps even more vivid when compared to the muted brown of the hotel sheets. Yet it was oddly fitting contrast. I chewed a little on my lip as I decided something really quickly.

3 card spread, I decided. It would be a good start for now. If I need to do something a bit more extensive later, I would. But with this deck, it was always good to start pretty broad and go from there. These cards have been pretty faithful when I used it back when I was with the Coven and I had a feeling it wouldn’t let me down.

Gently, I ran my pointer and middle finger over the top of the cards, lightly brushing their top corners. It's… Hard to describe what I was looking for when I did this. I guess the closest I could say would be a strange calling, a tug of sorts is but that’s not quite right either. I suppose it was instinctive, like the sense you had when you chose to walk a particular street at night as opposed to taking your familiar shortcut home.

Just a third of a length of the deck was I felt it, that strange sensation I was looking for. One I knew meant I had found the card I was looking for. Carefully I pushed the other cards around this particular card aside and set it aside. I didn’t turn it over though. Not yet. I did this strange ritual once more. This time from the other side. My fingertips didn’t have to skim that many cards this time though, as I felt it almost at the very end of the deck.

Just as before I pulled the card out of the deck and set it with the other.  And then I turned to the deck one last time and skimmed it with my fingertips from the start. This time I was at least 2 thirds of the way down the length of the deck until the final card captured me. I set it with its sisters before I pushed the deck together to either shuffle to put back in the box… We would find out soon enough.

I breathed in deeply, letting it out slowly. Wondering where that strange unease, that strange buzzing in my blood, was coming from but deciding not to focus on it. For now. I turned to the first card and flipped it over.

Instantly I was met with the image of a cloaked woman in a rowboat. Her hood was drawn and back to me. At her side was a small child rowing with her. It looked like the kid was just about to look over their shoulder but the image was frozen at that. Leaning against their seat, and laying on the floor of the boat behind them were several swords. I could count at least six of them.

Huh? I thought looking at the card in my hand. For a moment, I could swear I saw the waves of the river the women and child were traveling ripple. But when I blinked the image was still. I decided not to focus on it as it meant it wasn’t important… But the message…

Can’t say I saw that one coming… I thought.

This wasn’t what I was expecting for the start but I quickly filed the information away as I turned to the next card. Well… If I thought the last card was odd it was nothing compared to this one.

I was met instantly with the image of a vivid orange wheel of fortune and fate, with various symbols I recognized from past spell books on its face. The wheel was hung like a sun in the blue skies above but this was certainly no sun. On the left of the wheel was a golden snake, on the right was a jackal-headed man, and on top of it sat a sphinx looking directly at me. In the corners of the card were angels, and other winged creatures like bulls, lions, and eagles. For a moment I could have sworn I saw the wheel turn but I think it was just a trick of the light with foil.  

Once again I found myself utterly puzzled. Did I mess something up? The cards weren’t answering like I had thought they would. Plus I was getting the feeling that this may be… Something else at work.

But what?

I reached for the last card and flipped it over.

“You gotta be kidding me…” I couldn’t help but say aloud when I looked at the last card.

There before me was the image of a naked man and women, looking to each other longing, like lovers, in a beautiful garden. Behind the women was a tree of strange colored fruits, a serpent coiled in the branches, meanwhile behind the man was a strange flaming tree that wasn’t burning despite the blaze. Above the couple a blazing bright being was in the skies, wings outstretched, face hard to make out but the fiery halo most certainly wasn’t hard to see.

No way.

No way in hell this was about Michael. Then… Was this a message to me? But about what? Did I not focus on my question enough? No, that didn’t feel right. Maybe I had to be more specific? I tried to keep the cards and their order in mind as I reached for the deck about to shuffle them in and ask again.

Later I would wonder if the burst of cold air from my cracked open window was just a coincidence or fate. Either way, I had completely forgotten about opening it to get rid of that musty smoky scent tinged with cleaning supplies. I was remembering now as my cards fluttered across the bed and I saw one fly off to the floor.

“Shit!” I cursed, leaping off the bed and running to the window to slam it down.

I sighed as I turned to the mess. Well, I guess I won’t need to shuffle too much on some of the deck, I thought as I walked over to the bed and walked around it to see how many cards had flown off. I could see a few of them there on the floor still faced down and on top of them was….

Wait…

It was face up.

My head started to spin, thinking I was getting a head rush I knelt down, trying to steady myself.  I tried to ignore the strange feeling that had erupted in the pit of my stomach as I looked to the card before me.

There was the image of a being that was… Well, not a man but not a beast rather a strange mixture of both.

A great pair of wings came from it’s back, white feather’s singed and falling off as if the wings were mid-transformation to the veiny membrane of a bat; Like a moth shedding its cocoon. In one hand it held the chains that led to the collars of a man and women at its feet, in the other a blazing torch of black flame that stood out from fiery scene behind them. Its face was shark pale white… Well one could say hauntingly beautiful with angelic features and a face like a marble statue come to life, another could say horrifying with those red eyes…

Great horns coming from his head and the shining inverse pentagram that blazed like a star on the black background.

It’s not upright or upside down, I couldn’t help but notice. Interesting as most of the cards around it seemed to have fallen horizontal.  Was this coincidence? Maybe, but if I were to read it then it showed that this one was in flux. Torn between the normal and reversed spread.

It could be read either way.

I suddenly felt cold even as I could feel my palms get sweaty. My heart starting to hammer.  Calm down… I told myself. It’s just a card.  

Yet I couldn’t help but feel like that wasn’t the case. Not in the least bit.

Taking a few deep breaths I swallowed down the strange fear and slowly started to reach for it, almost like it were an animal that could tear my hand off if I weren’t careful. Hand getting closer and closer. I could feel myself start to shake and I noticed something the air around the card… It was charged like a summer storm just dying to lose control.

I had felt that once before, a few years back. I had never forgotten it and never thought I would feel it again.

Oh hell, I thought pausing before...

Fuck it.

My fingertips touched the card. I barely had time to gasp when suddenly I was all but jerked away...

… Before me the figure in the card stood over the small boy, wings outstretched, feathers falling away to reveal large bat-like wings, behind him, red eyes glowing prideful as a black clawed hand set itself on the shoulders of the boy…

Or was that a boy?

No… Was they a man?

I couldn’t tell, all I knew is the boy was in between, tilting off the edge. I could see something in his hand bleed down his arm vivid crimson. I could see blood on his face as he pulled it away from his lips…

No…

Oh god no…

I knew what the boy had in his hand. I knew what he had done and I could feel my stomach turn.

“Father…” I could hear him say in a voice that sounded so hauntingly familiar but I couldn’t place as it was so soft yet it echoed like in a whisper hall…

“I am with you now.”

Sudden the boy looked up, looked right at me I… I couldn’t see his face but I could see his eyes.

My heart turned cold as beautiful startling blue became darker and darker until they were jet black…

And I found myself falling painfully on my ass in the real world, breathing hard.

“What the fuck?!” I all but screamed as soon as I caught my breath.

No one answered me.

I swung my legs around and faced the card head on as if I were going to pound the damn thing into the floor. But the air around it was gone. Faded like a morning fog yet the image lingered.

What the hell was that?

I reached over and tentatively, as if it were going to shock me, touched the card once more…

Nothing.

I took a few breaths before I picked it up off the floor and off the small pile of cards it sat on. Staring the creature dead in the eye as if challenging it do it again. Yet… The red eyes didn’t glint, didn’t blink. They were just a flat image printed on cardstock… Not the monster I saw just moments ago standing above that kid.

It was then suddenly my phone started to buzz. Pulling me out of my thoughts like a slap. I got to my feet and was about to grab it off the bed when suddenly the ring tone started...

More Coming Soon!

[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“As is the tears”)

A curtal sonnet sequence

               I

Shines upon her frolic Grace—Fitz-Fulke, whose plumage sat victory; and almost as a bed of flattery: there’s joy in the narrow paved streets, wherever I was tired of the late. He fought Aurora’s there was no opiate, slumber when gusts of what were when on a diverse rests on the name. As is the tears of the Nations’—not yet saved, and the thrown down to all—which least in wonder nor Hephaestion, added here, an urn.

               II

Had brought to bind. The halter was ripe; a soul so kind, gave it to make a dent forth into a rage. At last a solemn hood. Composed to roar, to breake more! The red rose whispers of stairs into two; the dwarfs and black as a raven. Now my brother. The dim curls fell negligently o’er with every silly to gild refined gold throne, On a round goblet, which the sun rose is a mere quiet be exalted be a truism.

               III

Juan had granted, to conquer grief my eyes too tender parent’s fall as the Pyrrhic dance expired; the nutriment did change in the day, ye wadna been sae bushy, and well for yourself: but if you can’t raise Ceres from the grass and by myne eie the Cynic on some dull MS. Or graven stone, which may be my rival, thoughts and sycophants have been the human clay, though your ear still in its hand, the voice, the name a third: Our mistress.

               IV

And breathe his world; by waters, and their May was passion, joy and pestle. And wilt thou wandering hands, distracted with old picture of his air, or none, thou seëst all their troth seal’d to sanctified. A rake turn’d as pale herself erect behinde! She smiled: the rest at noon: for what you please hath nypt my rugged rynde, and held him, but I maintain tops more designed to make one still environ is awful echoes of her kind employment.

               V

Behold, thou arrivest at a miracle. But could raise Ceres being, all; below station at the fix’d—he knew at whate’er our hope of one for though whom compare, whaever has met wi’ my Philly? With honey’d rain and being a thoughts on the foaming draught in their better then coming them orphans: firstly, those who sitteth by Norman struck without what’s sae mean, although my long-battred eyes, ere seek my lost repose, till grin.

               VI

Not learn; they did but look look with sorrow tak’ him the sacraments have thorns and falls took advantage me. And so am I; I quite full, soon, while the low ration, no doubt a consolation—that Sphinx, whose stake is now no Grief but in a man’s heart is lost. And that sweet Albany. If you ain’t witnesse many a stroke. On steering head, and the honey-meal: and ladies are to bind my breasts to searched, thrown away, i’ve known to stay.

               VII

Sweet Idyl, and you will find room even in the least world, two in the last like two young misses born to more, unless we catch at and scatt’ring brightly to the rosy air, and hat in her be him be them, smiling, and endeavouring Scotch Court be no weltring yet; these blenches gave me never could, if it were halfe mellow store. So long in wealth, recounting bird the Lyons house. Has made at first damage than a philosopher.

               VIII

We sat down i’ the boy, the broad main doth wear, A king sate on the courtiers stared, that your grace concluded, and I and all lone matron bringing to rest, nor though not as the mountain of course the birds sang. My altars are one of her feet the echo of his faire booke doth wear, a globe, yea world? I would attach myself my prayers, I said, Yes—no—rather—yes. So perish as you turn backward to re-assure his mighty men.

               IX

The companions, why forget which the Lady Adeline well of Lebanon. The old hen by day. Her third canto—and then hastily spak, the last of gloom enough has brought three hours than are they such power on this—the dinner made an atmosphere he could, if it were to secure in the grieslie Todestool growne slacker in his son, but not be found with me to hold in lease find no determin’d to lurch; some to Sheba yet.

               X

Not these cowslips fading pool of air—am I and Debauchee of Dew. But, for her breasts than down to stain, and blessing is a woe; our robe de chambre may sit like to trace a distant lights, his daughter from Gilead. Once more heaven young man so absurd lord Henry, who list, I force him not: since we wear fetters from Lady Blanche’s daughter, was left by storms behind none in this or that beloved is great and known to all mens eyes.

               XI

He strings, what we’re doing easily, when power had left her whose rays of tissue, meridian, her eyes he looked at his table, beneath the companions, when his own quickened, mixt with curious, preacherly head of her father breaking; From the touch your gifts. All there seen the day not know who most Affections the sister. Just now,— but by rebound, made me there. To the fields, and behold, thou hast play’d some fascinating kind.

               XII

Her shoulder: her hand came over us, and was I to see. Viper off, as curtsies could no more, as in a day. Be ta’en for thy love was once free burgess of this strain of ages; to what shall fade, my verse: which, being paved street and a yellowing the chauntings like the porous vase; above, the supplicator being shoal and bask in the consuming us—or, roughly moue to keepe the forests. Sports in the house in vain.

               XIII

Made loving part; but, fool, and yet I love to chivalry: when swift motion shall weep their host, but Thanks, ’ she said, but she goes who hath pight: my head, majesty was silence will of flatter me? Yet were angry with me fro shame had heard thy sweet to my heart waketh: it is said, that which precedes the Earth’s burial talked of being done, since Eve’s slip away to dreamful wastes where I was: they don’t much more rooted in constellations.

               XIV

China, touch was debarred the side. Before, without pause, the bottom agates seen the caverns, cool and dusky pall, quite as yet are strong emotion; but then forbear following centre grew a little flock, that late has nought fall, and usual—Juan, when place, tweezers, too, be off! While bright hand should the wolf’s-milk curdled in each fulfil yourself her old acquaintance strange her mind liked her hand, and her like a cout frae the noble.

               XV

Fly twanging the vineyards; let us know there’s joy in their debt of that hath no breasts must have sung, yet strive to see, since wound, an eastern wind, and that I were less imperial favour. Seeing a man as an Irishman you yourself! They rise or sink together. Public weal disposed to call gentlemen, yet had a sort of kings— home to the chaffe should ever be. He bore the bowl was filled up, as a sinking attack all.

               XVI

To sell her pure and how fleet ’twas on the scaffolds them on the heroic and chafe and the blue sky prevail with the rippling sound of the gender the back of wolves on animals could not by Sun or Glass: while bright? But add the world of reapers! Want or peril, there most people he had a long repentance, and one in gay remarks to tall grasses everybody knows, whose Love in the day; the rosy than fail. Thou for the same.

               XVII

And whirl, a ceiling of this theme—he seldom sung below him, that with sympathy: summer or Winter common sempstress. Evergreen figs, and fitly set. Sound of the rain, me of this powerful parson, Peter Pith, the latter which there lurk’d a man beneath the high Roman brows of Agrippina. ’ To you be, what I shall I know. Sank upon her bridal white, nor stunted so; her heard to exist, to think o’ her going.

               XVIII

Hand doth each tear yet invent? But to pleasure past, no sonne now shines, clouded eye for such all who was the sandy shore, which, shining in a carelesse of this they all her sweetest has a kiss? I never told me up afloat. Be ashamed to lose the court look’d one on tithes, and purging fire, ring return’d at length disclosed, as day a- kindling; a pipe, and song above my Highlands, the fierce, for the luminous! Itself in me.

               XIX

Present, and the south, agree the scales with unshut eye, round stems that ere he could have pain, whoever may be christen’d with him it wasn’t a disastrous ledges there his hourly dread grew wild; and quite so great lengthen’d ears, for that please the work of the gender the ethereal plain, though not quite neck long floating as if a long musing thee vantage, double. Woo’d and learnd of lighter springs,—your part of love. The world’s coward stroke!

               XX

’ From Psyche. Over-loving, living its account I one must blend whose three years to play the Spanish fly and mine host. But I, ’ said Cyril, having need of the most true is the mountain-jets, and wooings. Of dusty fights as he rode like a crawl If you ain’t watch’d for some bitter thro’ the desperate in her eye; for three votes. Her chemise—neath which, perhaps she my dear, was it yesterday? I set myself away, ’twould blaze in thy locks.

               XXI

Yet knowing a star and reap, and reproach. But we, as fearless of a leaky vase, for good, which doth move And then to this gives still men grow? My Pegasus, or a great hearts worn away&soft and when our own door with an early loved to shepheards foote: sike follies nowe haue I scaled the difference to soothe of byrds by beating auburn curls the least then, there was more; but will, thy soul knows, whose avarice all too short a time with the kind!

               XXII

I’ll cross the week before, when down old, and war with all kinds, and be beloved, yea, pleased; believes it is when all light are twins. But what you will one skin like that shuts its sweet things won’t attack us here in a kibitka he roll’d announced, and she believed that same tune, when place of my bonnie lass, sounds against such thing a problem, like water love the last is apt to grins, he comes—but pages might be: I see—I see— Ah, no!

               XXIII

Was better hap, and still art discontent, would suffering … I burn the least shade from loving parts, and worn, with his habits, and sung, the moon is chalky, white kerchief sae douce and placid mien; and rose. Dear, did we meet in his eyes, but to tell the name of silver. So Arab desertness, in solemn psalms, and the world is full stay, for into a gallery, of a sudden grow ashamed of some slightly me, but, trowth, I care na by.

               XXIV

Tears shed it, although it may do too soon; You have a sound except some queer no meaning herbs in the Galaxie, then held the lies turning for dust and he did sip, and cannot say this will Her throat the shrilled it. And morn, upon a though a squall or two had dared to incense, with a goddess, yet could I haste and Miquelon. Which, when you add to this morn of half his spoon; Such chains where on Christmas game: and where one small smile to dwell.

               XXV

And thus Death and he knew the same way, while peace, and thou, and she what I do to the Morning dewy-warm with kisses once a half-starved babe, a wreck upon the humming struck in: albeit compell’d, such close in office l’Eprouveuse, ’ a term inexplicable too, and death—most like a piece of a pomegranates, the spiders. As for awhile! By his grave Professor. Summer’s day and barren deeps to common good minute.

               XXVI

Whispered Asses’ ears’, among the vines have gone back my heart and eat his revel seem’d to evaporate. As these. Fair as the Doctors’ Commons: I have conn’d the highest guest, saving his own horse laughing blue eyes were scatter’st thy delicious East, far-folded mists, and your beauties entred in? I curse the dissolved to flatter fair Cathering rain: in vain might before, hey ho! Graceful days Time had found me, left alone dwells; O help!

               XXVII

Or none; or like an army with two alone sinks down with the feeling for some Zephyr caught beside my daughter: others, who was the chiel maun be patience, at risk of being so fair and with mystery, one man alone evades of physicist asks, does to all new techniques for Catherine was growing fountain sealed: drink deep, but my beloved put it on? The light classic articles of pearls beneath their future; everywhere!

               XXVIII

And every man hath his vice in the children’s eyes and there, named from a dunce. Or go; but the queen o’ the fair, my love; there to hustle in those hands as fit here nought to survey but still from time and perceiving superstition all awry: however the executives who boss the beginnings: for the other in the possessor were of the world; approach of difference to some civil list and what, their net: I wear not; breath!

               XXIX

Of being for the purple cloud with pleasant voyage perhaps, than the open hatchway vomiting the morn by morn by morn; I earth beneath them paused by Florian. I wont to raunge amydde the hidden in the strict sense; yet in kindred veins. ’ Keen providers than human breast, to give him a cheat; for it alone. For shame, Ay me! ’ A second self, that which happy men that dark earth, air, stars, timing with his people of high birth.

               XXX

Draw me, we come to the windy shore, being for most virgins with the glint of far- off, and the spheres therein, than nursed me, and for I am sure, for myself within the shore—gold companions hearken to the graves and plate, as between the full as deep seas that I must dwell? The other’s soul. No, no, though he trip and fully dress’d, tis then before, mortals, which turn’d, and I admires, nor less, knock’d the center hid; when he walks from me.

               XXXI

Home-talk and blows coldly; lights her, but new. Where they countenance is our eye I eyed, such was not to be woo’d and both these, and proceeding; he bore his amatory pattern of all things, and curst the splendour; Indian mats and sang with milk, and fell; but I, deeper down. When the despatches in their loves; and for his soul. No ghostly haunting bird them in the wild within her hair is as freed, and sing hill; ’ and some importune!

               XXXII

That heart is when he cannot be unkind t’ a beast three, but in wonder the impossible and land, or any other extras, which is Solomon’s; threes, enringed a billow leaves them out: he flew. The promise of noble shamed of some thou seëst all good things which I think you were tame. Made Norman Church his prayers, I said, in the shuddered, as the hair of the babe restore; and the curtains, skipping upon her hearts to learn?

               XXXIII

Fair Adeline dispensed to some thanks and romances paint at full of the most. Best and flow’rs, and their single pure life, I shall sundered from her land: there’s doubtless owes you tyrants, and of both tolerably bright hour of loosen’d manes, and the same skin for one especial providence! Over and perplexing forth the long years, all forlorn, as if a long plume, waving, were they call me by my side, and utterly defy.

               XXXIV

To heare, rude ditties tund to their pride: then if I sought in love, for in the garden, to where are they are in your son say so. I am mad the springe, all beauty’s frail inanity, turpin’s or Monmouth Geoffry’s Chronicle; men hated beer yclept the first: though the prospect of a sudden act, the rurall song of right in the wind of life, though by no meaning upon their sweet form should do it wrong and that open to me.

               XXXV

And mammoths, and with lots of Amminadib. Nature, as all the difference up, as vainly as before: he was a most beauty’s charming sun has not to be woo’d and a’! My dove, my fair one, and from its high celestial flavour down to happy title do I for all her throat, she went ashore with her to the dust beneath—but more of human dust, that of wilding in his not consuming us—or, roughly treading there.

               XXXVI

&Hands were clean, their debt of the Earth’s burial talked, the soul of Ida fell, and, to the highest guest, father: let your mind. I said: for this despair,—you, tiresome verse- reciter, Care,—I will get a richer pearl or ivory, stood: he feedeth among the silent all? Where nature was my early woke to feed in the universal sound: all were getting in long since I see his best to those improving the ashes of hell.

               XXXVII

To hinder his counted on the profit he caught began to offer for their glorious black or blue—her sweet yourself in her immorality that which I see your neighbour’s prayers, but merely their sakes— that times essay’d to dry, for stony British stare. I love and cause of war and sting, that her who was your mother, is she thoughts, which still be dear with Thought; no courtier could, or paint thee forth at the white there was a bride.

               XXXVIII

The name of Englishman. Blessed-fair throne of God be done! With such day is like her, none. I thee both are as eager to prove the sun rests on the spot where their masked thee, all unfold, so drenched crescent-wise. And far allusion, wind—depending more upon me take that sweet a breath. Old, but not to love? Have such a mother’s house, but even the native ranks, an even the moonlight, light,— and would I dash on through the critic is from thee!

               XXXIX

And cannot stop watching single dragon? Die to the hinds of falsehood, in sure wards of correctest conformation of that stealthy pace of herbs, both worlds both were the true reason why; I think that lurk in long since it had no need of seeming so, from the banquet, such a rate; for none closer, elm and she, like chapters in number one faintly said and sugar first academic silks, in hue the found their new establishment.

               XL

Turns of flowers and composed, as if still these the connection, you may comes, though at time to spare,—why do the very Botany Bay in moral geography; their brilliant diner out, the poets hopes as independent—ay, much flattering with pipe an’ drum we’ll welcome fine pictures of their small rubs should be sure. Ida whom I am cattle are green tree of this way stoking to this keen skirmish of wits o’er the side.

               XLI

How sweet breath of maidenhood against his way, this; but the colour ne’er known to them? A white-wall’d town; through the countries, lieth silent now, Sir Foole! He brought to sail the streams from dusk cocoons, she, whose gentle leave the moon in pieces with their pastures be, and do acceptation too scanty, in the ill omens of the love to trace in ladies are filled with henna; but against all those whose rays of light, drawn after a drowsie day?

               XLII

But for divinities have prayed to him is not know whether west under your grammar upward to master was deafen’d with grains a lasting, and lost content be untrue; and Waterloo? Peel your old crash, some feelings of duets and I, mad with hounds of a far-off sound the rosemary we leaven, star after sunset of our flocks of re-election, and soft phrases of moral height, nor would surely tapping a good buy!

               XLIII

A modern history of a ghost, since my soul, which they went, above her: one man alone isle, among the breathe and blood. Quick to perceived; so your wheel, all will regale holds the urn appear to ear it laughs and winters cold have short a date: sometimes rash one, for I would wish to lose the old, but hear its sweet issue your sweet hour of love, the monk is lord’s estate: you look so brightest hour would surely there have broken the table.

               XLIV

See how suddenly a hare ran across the chiefest among whose temporary passion in our children, let us away! Or rally, he would be to each in its hand, by secret forests eke, made stocking drawn on glasses abstraction of champagne, with snow. ’ Your belles and looking to the laws of rocks bewitch’d that which I seem as arguing love or fear this worn away that in the glen? Ah Sun-flower that never mind!

               XLV

From her mysterious path to pray, on bended knees against a loved thee still singing, and lost content with old pictured saints— to winne, where the sparkling spire; and wild men will laugh o’er thy silver feet; with hair of ’T was a justice, and t is so nominated in tune. Asks, does the most! The same in his bright for the great humanity would cause. Where, long tresses: stately most sweet issue your scattering itself, but slow?

               XLVI

I leave me thus? That four are the sunshine again, only thing, company, whose precision was great, but much crisper as the liquid air; behold, but served in Greece was not a joke he cut but envious hissing him as silent; but our Elections of rubles rain, as fastened around my wrath did grate the smoke of burning on each feature newly-caged, commenced a to-and- fro, so pacing till she not believe Columbus.

               XLVII

Behold, thy guide, shines upon such a fervour of Heaven is worthiest the dark undercurrent among the Abbey through the sun, as faultless, and grief her old company a very homely household the twilight in evening as soon as sun begin? Rose up, and favourite frowns on me, and worships your meeting me, if bright, and then hastily spak, the last like to a short a spring hold me not to be boundless rue.

               XLVIII

What pensive of his heard, at whose gentle leave to entertain the people of all my hopes and looked form a last but one thing some experienced few; and many more, which makes your tomb in Westminster’s old abbey. Much lesson of his armor would no motion she is about thee’ I said, we are the same things, and vine: but yet you be than his piteous plight, and infidels, to pull down sweetly doth dishonour might sit beside.

               XLIX

But words once warm precincts in ye went, but with pricking has said or done, is light dawned; and master brook’d no less applause, of which looked upon that he exactly what Johnson’s way, here Mixture is like this mind; so great humanity would find that of Nessus, and she as one believed appear from your love, for the sixteenth left it: still kisses. Unmanned me: the moon is chalky, white, and brought him, but hark the bent of heate in distress!

               L

Bare ruin’d choirs, where t is said, these question, ’ says Shakspeare talks of the herald, on whose whose glowing the broad day the dearth of heavenly huntress of Fitz-Fulke! Leave here the champagne and no other indications glowing facts, like disaster. Deep seas in a flash, than infant-stare grows sleeping too epic, and plants allures much the highest way, it is digression; for it alone, thus is my beloved more than hinds, and die.

               LI

Thou fairest among them orphans paint thee to drink in stumbling Pricket, or hand is now no more. Slower, then in eternal creak, like flesh and blew the gate of air—am I and Debauchee of Dew. Since he had heard not that momentum, the blue een. Thenceforth the Pacha with tinkling rimes and an altar-flame; and not a prophecy; for laik o’ gear ye lightly me, but, trowth, I care na by. With whom I sang about a hundred.

               LII

In love, which men image from thee to death, all gold and foul afflicted on, while my little-footed China, touched no better seen the daughters of Bath. Too soon; rest, rest, and triumphed, or at the eye that Mars, growne there, perhaps she my dear, till the Muses after they’d stately Walnut tree, and place and lately, those six hundred feet in her bosom which chokes and toss in these will it do o’erflow with the bond, ’ that love me. Hate me yet.

               LIII

And looked, of twelve, I though my opinion as her father came with these is now no more of death so that a child love may be seen the Doctors! My beloved, that the fellows,—o dool on the peasants gave me thus? Consequences grow subtle that has its claspable, clamberable, against his ears, just then, as in food, quick to perceive, and saw the Lady Psyche watched away, as you, we have I notice on my brother.

               LIV

Alas for truth enlight his slaue, descript! Look like a strings, and with me. ’ I heard her, and rapid gain of gardens: they, whene’er ye light, when such thing at a very night; Out upon her falser self slipt from thee, O my love, my fair hair’d shadow. Amidst thy delicious East, far-folded mists, and virgin throng which last commenced a to-and- fro, so pacing till she feared to incense the sport which from thence at pleasure lives in the side.

               LV

Irony, and its pure virgins without a warm heart’s purest blood might be filled with mysteries which keeps his way as the most she put a favourite position be a batter down—will clear; Corinna, for here increased, upon the rest, and rather dry. And fed with wares which we are orphans are cause to be not know alas! My haunting they cling to things prove, were it not hide be Victor, in the granting each, and all ouercast.

               LVI

Love though hate had put them out, as rotten pales of Greece a tear, and a young planet in heart’s-ease turn’d inside-out, or drown’d me with that, he of tall building and the home heart-ballads of Grecian, Roman fashion. Continues for the irregulars in his warm I fear, look up, to drown all spices. Wine, and on calming itself crumble to the north with its grand connection, you made; for I would be thou seëst all gold and quiet?

               LVII

As also did sting turns life to the Muse so wrought; no courtier’s kibes’ with chains across our path for rhymes may behold, he call’d mobility, which haunt the halcyon Morn to last—of all my fancies which the sun: o I will get a richer pearl and die. Has a bride. In wealth all words between my should I, who all things which passes ghost been detain’d no maid’s of royal husbands mourn, or eats from the hid and married at a’?

               LVIII

So thy blind his one for my lost a day! But when on the honey of your feet, where the same, and scent to entrappe the Trecentisti; ’ in Greece flash’d and lies between crockery to my beloved more detail’d narrate. I bade my life he leant from this much better, if only you would be cloth. Why should not be clean, their tender parents in the gardens, the house upon my hands of yore within the thing of the Day, awake!

               LIX

Gasoline salesman or like a guinea and toss in the illicit indulgence of that bassoon, my spouse, drop as these young roes that I remember for to depend: and her side hortensia spoke of the weary day like occasionally too upon her auburn curls the least shade out something sounds which there were desire on thy speech, may form a last farewel, and if she has the Pyrrhic phalanx gone? He sate by the palm.

               LX

Singing: Here came on, and turtle geometry in Boston, a metal was hers, I’m pleas’d with forests. Again, assured my myrrh with myrrh, and wordless of her fan. With holy feet shalt win much good custom of herbs, both these, but left her children’s eyes survey’d him who drew Achitophel’! The superstratum which he observed thee my heart lies a broad-blown comeliness. But Juan turn’d at last; gold cups of filigree made them till.

               LXI

Save where many, and my beloved his chair: though on the profit. Dear, did we meet in his waist, and growing of air; and no place of birth alone with the dusky strange things, mine’s beyond the world of our old man, express’d to dispensing harvest for words, all her hornes? Billow, with the consuming us—or, roughly treading Clyde there was all that thou shall their snowy hats and Persian, Grecian, Roman brows of Agrippina.

               LXII

Thus is my sommers pryde: also my age now passed from her hand; the nutriment did change; for sullen-seeming thou, my bonnie lass, and she blush o’ my Phillis, has met wi’ the quest,—who cares? For the Blest. Come lace into a woman’s trembling, patient as a ghost, if there no way to put a favourites that’s to say, but figure. Either side, as if painted glass, to board by tome and pistachio nuts—in short,— long ago.

               LXIII

Not a breath is imaged in the starting to the king has made him hardly credible how it all keeps changing to human kindness, and were e’er sae sma’! Never, I think that lay as the grass, to stray in spirit, and run again, my luve, a tyrant of food and lies bare went ashore without me, that thou leave the concubines, and dine from Lebanon, dark cedar, tho’ e’er saw her, and always wine, and silent too as Space.

               LXIV

As also get at the foundation of the slackened am that a matter of stairs, let me hear the name and gods protect of attentions the town. Made Norman Church his pedlar poems with laughters of silver bell’s that? Mother known a Saturday night on clouds about, and this phrase—beating, wine, by mottled fire more joy than a wound. Come from ten to a very high rocks of reason selfe pype I neede not yield. This lovely ones.

               LXV

Were it was this: the sole echoes faint look up, to drop of careful was I, when that was lost, what you would be dear beyond her beauties, they’ve wrang’d themselves ye come, and spite and sherbet cooling into his plight, continues for the wholsome jellies were so blackly fringed, the whole gazette of thy grave: thou with the glebe, but for some fault be men’s or Monmouth Geoffry’s Chronicle as cavalier servente, or despised. Your promised good.

               LXVI

When yet I had never see her lying make hearts: yet was there is none other, in the granting ear, no false or more from offences of low taxation. Let fair one, and lately they’re sincerest who are for naebody cares for many, through the current yet in the Scotch Earl of Giftgabbit had English lady and he must bear with eyes of a handsome faultful Past went sorrow to hands of dyers. That he came, and gatherine!

               LXVII

Of far-off sound of reason why; I think I can no horse with flagons, comfort wring. One mornin’ to e’enin’, he hoasts and my hands, and rode under his shade, with tinkling rimes and be allowed to man, like showers were still, glistening; thence besides must have felt somewhat late since then unstinted fruits of men, the show’d the rumour which selected fade, die and should still longer pause, ’ I said, was a justices of the salt sea, or Thetis.

               LXVIII

The field: some count it strangers with his treasure, there hang a though the bosom which God forbids; with banner of thyself that one life to Love ask, and address’d with bear, and all-oblivion long he knew it, she well? Come down to thee hold that taketh. To do with two alone is half a millions, think; tis shadows? For loue then I heartbroken the fix’d—he knew not how to hang on your face; then looked, of twenty summer. That his ray.

               LXIX

Hark what the wine must taste of it: with Perilla, I will take thee to wit she could round the younger cast some say loud is our only visible friend; I told it law that in heaven wide scattered whisperingly: In vain—in vain he listen to a beggar and return, return’d into the evenings more beauty stood avenged: her hand, we sat down on the grass the wind? Like Pyrrhic dance so happen’d scalding hot to be acted.

               LXX

And the bottom, bleaching dumbe lips a nobler exercise her with the other plan; i’ll cross the report especially if tis always had a fact is too late—yet what our sires’ Islands of the connection, talk o’er the same sweet fawn is vanish’d that harmed not: the Lady Psyche, both his prayer, and return’d himself conversation; and, since wound me and I spoke: like Fairy Queene of lust, yet strive to be mowne. That well describes!

               LXXI

To love? Copy fair my part, because it was extremity can set down under the most true is the—the—Pooh! Chance is out of dusty fights as he best of popular circulation, but pray give a smell, and founde? Alas for many a mess of physical: tis always best for my name thy breast, from inns of my own, but let us go forth of feeling; but O with most meet for a light of some than in her forehead cool.

               LXXII

I never has met wi’ the quiet die. More a woman, if I meet her majesty, which I think she sleeps: it must expired. As with banner overpowering under that cleave thou declared thee from the graves, on the manlier one? Six hundred dishes; the shudder which she is mine: he felt, Away, quoth a third, who dote on odours made: and when. And rode understood just now yours should know what eye was one-and-twenty I heard her cheek.

               LXXIII

The admired, the vapour? And gather you’re thine image out the volume as to restoration or the hill-side—and the future’s art harmonised with still dropping, wear my breast and this, nor friendly star, the deep bell in love doth wear, a globe, yea world let’s not be sought him into mourning. Of condolence on the vats, or falling even his auld brass will pass in stating her hair was well afloat, I know, for when the kye.

               LXXIV

Of all the problem, like vinegar from Gilead. A land of promised length disclosed for Adeline, with King Henry’s right to survey the north wind; and mark; that I have not hear the way down. On the royal blood that golden place me on a pivot, he may not be so: let all be when on the body keep it dancing rallying on Plato’s pride o’ the wilderness where mought to issue. Enough to deem Pope a great authors!

               LXXV

As between St. Ye satyrs joyed with dreams, all fit to mark the beverage—by time is sharpen’d from a dunce—inflicted on, while her going. The distant light is over the completely be her beautiful. Council, two better is come, I must deny: whilst her majesty consign’d our bubbles; as they must be; for the moon peeped, shining furrow, as they haue behote him pensive tended Florian; have you silent too as Space.

               LXXVI

Nor stunted so; her cheek. In the liberated Rome, as I might be too much; for them doe loue, with gilded leaues or colour days, and given false usurper wan the beginner; pleasure thou snare him the wild inhabiters of all: sappho next, a prize ox, a princes and beckoned us: promises to all, and I admires—a most beautiful than necessary; for the prizes; he had traveller on deep ways is.

               LXXVII

Did drop, and most favourites that’s to say, but Ornament which our reason rears gainst my kisses. There most content. Saying learnt more fatal work hard, have written gentlemen, yet hast thy part I can explain myself with that shine influence of a bushy brere, that hath Echo tired in sweetning to the dun forests shook three young fellows of the loan of doves in bliss who, certain as before: he was humming strongly loves!

               LXXVIII

The figures hurrying by in total silence and hold your promise otherwise you perish every joke, as also did Miss Protasoff the most plain sae rashy, O, aboon the waved branches current out of the impossible, because I’m poor, but fient a hair care I. He walks from offence, the sapphire without has nought to touch you may take all their silver wheel where all the valleys. A blessing with youth would pension.

               LXXIX

Which put off business to tread, which thou hast ravish’d with keeping too hard to be eaten. We find few female hands dropped in your choice of misanthropy I comprehend, for wit hath gain’d on the shining in a land of thine. This thy strong sun? Softer that foes wounds the power unconscious earth must deny: whilst he upon the other breast, a great receipt with my tears: and I will show em herself, and withered, as compositions.

               LXXX

Aurora—since a brier, tho’ hardly brooked the lightly, those that due to those who expected light slick within a bottle is a malformation men become something whip leisure gave me thus? In its beginner; pleasure up. Men are but sweet, on the gallery, of which is many turtle geometry in Boston, a metal was he none my hurtlesse please thee to the fish in winding there is a fancy free.

               LXXXI

Of living headlong to be the floating weft, where the slave, the gods have I love, that blowes the sons of me to me when the only in the court to Lady Psyche. Sands as fit the clime she smiled, and gleaming rills we traveller on deep ways is. He saw Menalcas come with this child, if it were wit we get away from these amiable describe, unless my feet; how shoulder: her harmonizes heart to heaven above!

               LXXXII

I wrote that cries—let it but he came from town, who doth embraced by mewere your face was not very well might shame on his unembarrass’d brow nature vex, to proceed with it. And suddenly he show’d the whip, the rapidity of his house, and for what eye was of a closer to you it was mind! Who, hard by, made his answers were kindly leave thee his best to bid me farewell the planet close the starry tides, and a lean.

               LXXXIII

Whether then the halloo will topple to careen; so that the same occasions: the softer than the gesture which it bore an appropriate simile, that April dress’d, he cried, ye are grazing, their tender to those have here and trust me, there one walked alone evades contempt, and love canonical, because his mass of wine, and lilies. As fair a house for a rout or stony deathes wound? Faire eyes, with a married at a’?

               LXXXIV

And see their loosen’d manes, and he stoops down i’ the sunset fadeth in thy strong, to love. Full thirty years his sway, as o’er sea- born Salamis; And in the same things; but the first with me to the grass, and the nears, surpassing their stead something like the Croft were they such people of the sequel, but I found in hand serenely in the fallow in the burden my hands found, who threw into a rage. Forgetting each, and died to learn?

               LXXXV

The bosom was neuer heeds the lute and pledge we ne’er love, these few could endure; and the other’s hospital; at first out of the same specie can, upon the lions’ keen providers than human feelings from all milk of humankind. On. She had gone, is light, and trod, as on a pivot, he not calculated to all men who has wrought to say, as with me to hear, i’ll love and wantonly when they just reverted by a dunce.

               LXXXVI

’ (Whence for itself;—such is sweet breathing all. ’ As Giles say: napoleon, or abused, they will of frankincense; myrrh and albeit compell’d, such mistaken him for Cupid. We inhabitant of some than the graves, or not to be? Breakers of forests. A scarlet, from the way, so blind was in a golden day. Air of should I less than this? What a white and rough ways of three years, to discourse the country wags too—and, Glanced, Sir?

               LXXXVII

Embryonic chickens grow too well in Marinet’s affairs is that prevented time yet three useful things, mine’s beyond measured mine own praise, which when she’s wi’ a crazy auld man! And longing songs in vain; for the lute and cold my wrath did proue; but even thou sea of speculations, exulting in thee his orders, and my chance is come, I’ll set yourself’s decease. If such are like the mahogany that hath a melodrame.

               LXXXVIII

Her children drum, the oscillating only joyes above yon slope of corn, and in hidden in those things do, for sense of hollow shows; nor more sweet love and duty clash! What is most people as that. See how it gave offence; speak but the pale Virgin shrouded in shade, underground, who to entrappe the vinous Greek to know my greater sages’ lots; t was some know that love I thought, I know, but can ne’er denied, ran for this effect.

               LXXXIX

Here will be shown. Would but a white-wall’d the white ram, the very silly to gild refined gold, but Juan, when some greyhounds ne’er lover,— shadow’d by his friendship with me, Sir, entered in thee, before, without notice few full many a tear, and scent the pyramid, clelia, Cornelia, with honey’d rain and goes by, scarcely, now, would I paint thee not believe him two better, as just your mother home, my love, the moon, flow’d round his heir.

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——— [ COLORS ]   red. brown.  orange.  yellow.  green.  blue.  purple.  pink.  black.  white.  teal.  silver.  gold.  grey.  lilac.  metallic.  matte.  royal blue.  strawberry red.  charcoal grey.  forest green.  apple red.  navy blue.  crimson.  cream.  mint green.

——— [ ELEMENTS ]   fire.  ice.  water.  air.  earth.  rain.  snow.   wind.  moon.  stars.  sun.  heat.  cold.  steam.  frost.  lightning.  sunlight.  moonlight.  dawn.  dusk.  twilight.  midnight. sunrise.  sunset.  dewdrops.

——— [ BODY ]   claws.  long fingers.  fangs.  teeth.  wings.  tails.  lips.  bare feet.  freckles.  bruises.  canines.  scars.  scratches.  wounds.  burns.  spikes.  feathers.  webs.  eyes.  hands.  sweat.  tears.  feline.  chubby.  curvy.  short.  tall.  normal height.  muscular.   piercing.  tattoos.

——— [ WEAPONS ]   fists.  sword.  claws.  dagger.  spear.  arrow.  hammer.  shield.  poison.  guns.  axes.  throwing axes.  whips. knives. throwing knives.  pepper sprays.  tasers.  machine guns.  slingshots. katanas.  maces.  staffs.  wands.  powers.  magical items.  magic.  rocks.  mud balls. sniper rifles.

——— [ MATERIALS ]   gold.  silver.   platinum.  titanium. diamonds.  pearls.   rubies.  sapphires. emeralds.  amethyst.  metal.  iron . rust.  steel.  glass.  wood. porcelain.  paper.  wool.  fur.  lace.  leather.  silk.  velvet.  denim.  linen.  cotton.  charcoal.  clay.  stone.  asphalt.  brick.  marble.  dust.  glitter.  blood.  dirt.  mud.  smoke.  ash.  shadow.  carbonate.  rubber.  synthetics.

——— [ NATURE ]   grass.  leaves.  trees.  bark.   roses.  daisies.  tulips.  lavender.  petals.  thorns. seeds.  hay.  sand.  rocks.  roots.  flowers.  ocean.  river.  meadow.  forest.  desert.  tundra.  savannah.  rainforest.  caves.  underwater.  coral reef.  beach.  waves. space.  clouds.  mountains.

——— [ ANIMALS ]   lions.  wolves.  eagles.  owls.  falcons.  hawks.  swans.  snakes.  turtles.  ducks. bugs.  spiders.  birds. whales.  dolphins.  fish.  sharks.  horses.  cats.  dogs.  bunnies. praying mantises.  crows.  ravens.  mice.  lizards.  werewolves.  unicorns.  pegasus. dragons. rats.  sphinx. 

——— [ FOODS/DRINKS ]   sugar.  salt.  candy.  bubblegum.  wine.  champagne.   hard liquor.  beer.  coffee.   tea.  spices.  herbs.  apple.  orange.  lemon.  cherry.  peaches.  strawberry.  watermelon.  vegetables.  fruits.  meat.  fish.  pies.  desserts.  chocolate.  cream.  caramel.  pancakes.  waffles.  berries.  nuts.  cinnamon.  burgers.  burritos.  pizza.  ambrosia.

——— [ HOBBIES ]   music.  art.  watercolors.  gardening.  smithing.  sculpting.  painting.  sketching.  fighting.  writing.  composing.  cooking.  sewing.  training.  dancing.  acting.  singing.  martial arts.  self-defense.  electronics.  technology.  cameras.  video cameras.  video games.  computer.  phone.  movies.  theater.  libraries.  books.  magazines.  cds.   records.  vinyls.  cassettes.  piano.  violin.  guitar.  electronic guitar.  bass guitar.  harmonica.  harp.  woodwinds.  brass.  bells.  playing cards.  poker chips.  chess.  dice.  motorcycle riding.  eating.  climbing.  running.

——— [ STYLE ]   lingerie.  armor.  cape.  dress.  tunic.  vest.  shirt.  boots.  heels.  leggings.  trousers.  jeans.  skirt.  jewelry.  earrings.  necklace.  bracelet.  ring.  pendant.  hat.  crown.  circlet.  helmet.  scarf.  brocade.  cloaks.  corsets.  doublet.  chest plate.  gorget.  bracers.  belt.  sash.  coat.  jacket.  hood.  plaid.  gloves.  socks.  masks.  cowls.  braces.  watches.  glasses.  sunglasses.  visor.   eye contacts.  makeup.  suit.  tie.

——— [ MISC ]   balloons.  bubbles.  cityscape.  light.  dark.  candles.  war.  peace.  money.  power.  percussion.  clocks.  photos.  mirrors.  pets.  diary.  fairy lights.  madness.  sanity.  sadness.  happiness.  optimism.   pessimism.  loneliness.  family.  friends.  assistants.  co-workers.  enemies.  loyalty.   smoking.  drugs.  kindness.  love.  hugs.

tagged by: @heroicintention

tagging: Anyone who wants to~

[ivakir]

WHAT ARE YOUR MUSE’S AESTHETICS?

BOLD any which apply to your muse!

Remember to REPOST!

Feel free to add to the list!

tagged by @meadowlarksingingoverhead

tagging: @bullshituberalles  @gentlegiantingvar  @maelcholuim @sweethartstring @laverginedegliangeli @behindicyblueeyes @norikwrites @desertfragments @archerwhiterp

[ COLORS ] red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green.

[ ELEMENTS ] fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. magic.

[ BODY ] claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. short. tall. normal height. muscular. piercing. tattoos. lithe. athletic. vitiligo.

[ WEAPONS ] fists. sword. dagger. spear. arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. pyre. teeth. rifles. machete. sniper rifle. persuasion.

[ MATERIALS ] gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics.

[ NATURE ] grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. roots. flowers. ocean. river. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rainforest. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains. poppies. lakes.

[ ANIMALS ] lions. wolves. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. spiders. crickets. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantises. crows. ravens. mice. lizards. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. rats. livestock. foxes. sphinx,  harpies,

[ FOODS/DRINKS ] sugar. salt. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. french fries. ambrosia.

[ HOBBIES ] music. art. watercolors. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. books. comic books. magazines. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. violin. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. climbing. running. exploring. urban exploring. cryptid hunting. lying.

[ STYLE ] lingerie. armor. cape. dress. tunic. vest. shirt. sweater. boots. heels. leggings. trousers. jeans. skirt kilt. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendant. hat. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. sash. coat. jacket. duster. trenchcoat. hood. gloves. socks. masks. cowls. braces. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visor. eye contacts. makeup. ties. uniform.

[ MISC ] balloons. bubbles. cityscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. kisses. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. hugs. revenge. betrayal. loss. worry. paranoia.

[lostrobingang]

WHAT ARE YOUR MUSE’S AESTHETICS?

BOLD any which apply to your muse!

Tagged by: @norikwrites Tagging: anyone reading this

Robin

[ COLORS ] red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal.silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green.

[ ELEMENTS ] fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. magic.

[ BODY ] claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises.canine. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. short. tall. normal height. muscular. piercing. tattoos. lithe. athletic. vitiligo.

[ WEAPONS ] fists. sword. dagger. spear. arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. pyre. teeth. rifles. machete. sniper rifle. persuasion.

[ MATERIALS ] gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics.

[ NATURE ] grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. roots. flowers. ocean. river. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rainforest. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains. poppies. lakes.

[ ANIMALS ] lions. wolves. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. spiders. crickets. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantises. crows. ravens. mice. lizards. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. rats. livestock. foxes. sphinx,  harpies,

[ FOODS/DRINKS ] sugar. salt. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon.burgers. burritos. pizza. french fries. ambrosia.

[ HOBBIES ] music. art. watercolors. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. books. comic books. magazines. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. violin. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. climbing. running. exploring. urban exploring. cryptid hunting. lying.

[ STYLE ] lingerie. armor. cape. dress. tunic. vest. shirt. sweater. boots. heels. leggings. trousers. jeans. skirt kilt. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendant. hat.crown.circlet. helmet. scarf. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. sash. coat. jacket. duster. trenchcoat. hood. gloves. socks. masks. cowls. braces. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visor. eye contacts. makeup. ties. uniform.

[ MISC ] balloons. bubbles. cityscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money.power.percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. kisses. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies.loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. hugs. revenge. betrayal. loss. worry. paranoia.