#crystal castles' chronicles

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Library books on my desk

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"Learn about Blitzø's new and improved backstory with his new and improved childhood-to-midteens-to exes-to rekindled kinda relationship best friend! :D"

So... I kinda hated the way they did the childhood friends trope for Stoliz since you can't have a long-lasting friendship after just one day of a forced playdate between two, frankly, abusive adults and Stolas just expects Blitzø to remember him after a decade and a half;-; which is weird so I built up on that idea/refined it a little on their part in the rewrite (they won't be endgame! I PROMISE!) Honestly, the episode was horrible but I kept it and I'll later add a dramatic twist to it maybe...

So for BlitzFizz, I think the show handled it a bit better but could use a little more refining and actually show them as good/strongly-tied friends since if Fizz was really Blitzø's friend, wouldn't he try to be a bit defensive of him instead of being Cash Buckzo's lapdog/golden goose, idk maybe the whole circus was toxic except for Barbie and Tilla XD

In short, I love the childhood friends trope but if it's DONE RIGHT!

So I decided to create my own partner for him which was my OC, but don't worry, they won't have an exclusive closed-off conservative relationship.

Full backstory ft. Blitzø's POV under the cut ;) (Heavily based on the Anne and Marcy backstory with a few changes to fit the worldbuilding)

The story goes that I grew tired of performing on one of our shows at a pier in the Envy District in The Pentagram. So, I quietly left the tents, made my way to the beach, played in the water, and noticed a young girl. She had skin as pale as the Earth's moon, hair as dark as the night, and was sitting by herself constructing a large sandcastle…small wings folded behind her. Nearby, a tall man with red sunglasses, curly hair, and a top hat adorned with a big, eerie smile was watching over her.

I invited her over to splash in the waves, but she'd rather stay high and dry, working on her "masterpiece" in the sand. I laughed at first, then it caught in my throat as I saw what she'd built. A stick in her hand traced out a literal blueprint, not just any drawing - a detailed scale model of a castle from her favorite video game (the name escapes me again, you've been obsessed with it since you were, like, six years old? Still the first thing you mention to new people, well, since the last time I saw you…). Right, it was C&C, Vagabondia Chronicles, and some dark and spooky tabletop games on the side along with..."classic" fairytales. I may have been lost in translation, but the passion burning in your eyes for this game and the castle homage was crystal clear. Even as the waves rolled in closer, I knew I had to defend your masterpiece from the watery demise before it was complete. You were getting flustered, so I grabbed your hand, met your gaze, and declared with all the seriousness a kid (even me) could muster: WE WOULD DEFEND YOUR CASTLE TO THE BITTER END! That part, at least, I remember clearly. Your dads apparently saw us valiantly "attacking" the water with our little shovels. It was a doomed battle, for sure, but we went down swinging, tripping over each other in a fit of laughter and getting soaked to the bone. We lost the castle, yeah, that part sucked, but hey, we found each other. And damn, if that didn’t make all the chaos worth it.

Damn it, Darc, why did I have to push you away?! If only I hadn’t been so stupid to think our relationship could cause a war. I had a chance to escape from the shitty drama in my life earlier, from my shitty circus, from my shitty dad, from my shitty family. I would’ve planned for Mom to get cured, and maybe bring Fizz. I wish things were different, but they’re not. And, I’m sorry I had to make you go through this… but you’re strong, I’d think you’d be the only person who’d move on and not excessively hate me like the others did. One day, I’ll come back for you and I can finally sort out the shit we’ve done to each other.

Anyways, you can leave questions in the comments but if they need a longer answer from older lore-dumps, just go to my asks! ASKS ARE OPEN EVERYONE!

Bye~! :)

[balkanradfem]

Favourite Fictional Women poll: FINAL LIST nominations + RULES (nominations closed)

Books:

Elphaba (Wicked)

Hermione (Harry Potter)

Minerva McGonagall (Harry Potter)

Luna (Harry Potter)

Bellatrix Lestrange (Harry Potter)

Sophie (Howl's Moving Castle)

Bella Swan (Twilight)

Lucy (The Chronicles of Narnia)

Susan (The Chronicles of Narnia)

Katniss Everdeen (The Hunger Games)

Elizabeth Bennet (Pride and Prejudice)

Jo (Little Women)

Alanna (The Song of the Lioness)

Ichigo (Kamikaze Girls)

Momoko (Kamikaze Girls)

Phryne Fisher (Phryne Fisher Detective Novels)

Clarice Starling (Silence of the Lambs)

Robin Ellacott (Cormoran Strike)

Baru Cormorant (The Masquerade Series)

Gideon (The Locked Tomb)

Harrowhark Nonagesimus (The Locked Tomb)

Tattersail (Malazan Book of the Fallen)

Lyra (His Dark Materials)

Lisbeth Salander (The Millenium Trilogy)

Daja Kisubo (Circle of Magic)

Éowyn (Lord of the Rings)

Honor Harrington (Honor Harrington)

Zahrah (Zahrah the Windseeker)

Clair (Outlander)

Margo (The Magicians)

Camille Preaker (Sharp Objects)

Brienne of Tarth (A Song of Ice and Fire)

Cersei (A Song of Ice and Fire)

Daenerys Targaryen (A Song of Ice and Fire)

Arya (A Song of Ice and Fire)

Sansa ( A Song of Ice and Fire)

Rhaenyra Targaryen (Fire and Blood)

Eileen Dunlop (Eileen)

Romy Silvers (The Loneliest Girl in the Universe)

Lúthien (Sillmarilion)

Lady Sotofa (Echo series)

Esme Weatherwax (Discworld)

Angua von Überwald (Discworld)

Susan Sto Helit (Discworld)

Tiffany Aching (Discworld)

Nina Hill (The Bookish Life of Nina Hill)

Keladry (Protector of the Small series)

Shay (Uglies)

Cassie (Animorphs)

The Groke (the Moomins)

Tooticky (the Moomins)

Maximum Ride (Maximum Ride)

Auri (Kingkiller Chronicles)

Anne Shirley (Anne of Green Gables)

Emily Starr (Emily of New Moon)

Penelope (Circe by Madeline Miller)

Rose Hathaway (Vampire Academy)

Katsa (Graceling)

Yennefer of Vengerberg (Witchier)

Dr. Scarlet Clarke (They Never Learn)

Inej Ghafa (Six of Crows)

Ronja (Ronja)

Violet (Asoue)

Medea (Greek Mythology)

Medusa (Greek Mythology)

Jude (Folk of the Air)

Agatha (Girl Genius)

Annabeth Chase (Percy Jackson)

Carrie (Carrie)

Movies

Miss Honey (Matilda)

Matilda (Matilda)

Barbie (Barbie's universe)

Ellen Louise Ripley (Alien)

Evelyn O'Connell (The Mummy)

Peggy Carter (Marvel Cinematic Universe)

Sarah Conner (Terminator)

Cruella de Vil (Cruella)

Yzma (Emperor's New Groove)

Dr. Ellie Sattler (Jurrasic Park)

Harley Quinn (DC universe)

Amy Dunne (Gone Girl)

Jennifer (Jennifer's Body)

Maude Lebowski (Big Lebowski)

Eurodia Holmes (Enola)

Amy Adam (Arrival)

Ginger Fitzgerald (Ginger Snaps)

Mary Mason (American Mary)

Elsa (Frozen)

Mulan (Mulan 1998)

Beatrix Kiddo (Kill Bill)

O-Ren Ishii (Kill Bill)

Trinity (Matrix)

Sidney Prescott (Scream movies)

Dani Ardor (Midsommar)

M3gan (M3gan)

Aila (Rhymes for Young Ghouls)

Princess Kida (Atlantis: The Lost Empire)

Mother Aughra (Dark crystal)

Elizabeth Swan (Pirates of the Carribean)

Marla Grayson (I care a lot)

Heloise (Portrait of a Lady on Fire)

Diana (Wonder Woman)

San (Princess Mononoke)

Zeniba (Spirited Away)

Chihiro (Spirited Away)

Wlle Woods (Legally Blonde)

Rey (Star Wars)

Princess Leia (Star Wars)

Haley Graham (Stick it)

Cruella (101 Dalmatian)

Kiki (Kiki's Delivery Service)

TV Shows

Xena (Xena the Warrior Princess)

Gabrielle (Xena the Warrior Princess)

Callisto (Xena the Warrior Princess)

Buffy (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

Faith Lehane (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

Willow (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

Sabrina (Sabrina the Teenage Witch)

Morgana Pendragon (Merlin)

Catharine Cawood (Happy Valley)

Donna Noble (Doctor Who)

Martha Jones (Doctor Who)

Female Doctor Who (Doctor Who)

Kaya (Supernatural)

Charlie Bradbury (Supernatural)

Claire (Supernatural)

Veronica Mars (Veronica Mars)

Anna Clare (Being Human)

Poussey Washington (Orange is the New Black)

Sister Michael (Derry Girls)

Orla (Derry Girls)

Hayley (Hard Candy)

Vilanelle (Killing Eve)

Eve (Killing Eve)

Anne Lister (Gentleman Jack)

Ann Walker (Gentleman Jack)

Kim (Kim Possible)

Daria Morgendorffer (Daria)

Temperance Brennan (Bones)

Kim Wexler (Better Call Saul)

Katara (Avatar The Last Airbender)

Azula (Avatar The Last Airbender)

Toph (Avatar The Last Airbender)

Krosh (Kid Cosmic)

Guinan (Star Trek New Generations)

Bo-Katan Kryze (Star Wars)

Dong Eun (The Glory)

Leslie Knope (Parks and Recreation)

April Ludgate (Parks and Recreation)

Rosa Diaz (Brooklyn 99)

Dana Scully (X Files)

Kathryn Janeway (Star Trek: Voyager)

Calamity Jane (Deadwood)

Flea (Fleabag)

Michonne (The Walking Dead)

Trixie (Call the Midwife)

Sister Monica Joan (Call the Midwife)

Regina Mills (Once Upon a Time)

Emma Swan (Once Upon a Time)

Ruby Lucas (Once Upon a Time)

Mulan (Once Upon a Time)

Samatha/Sam Carter (Stargate SG-1)

Kira Nerys (Star Trek: Deep Space 9)

Jadzia Dax(Star Trek: Deep Space 9)

Eleanor (The Good Place)

Annalise Keating (How to Get Away with Murder)

Cheryl Blossom (Riverdale)

Miranda Bailey (Grey’s Anatomy)

Lizzie McGuire (Lizzie McGuire)

Catherine the Great (The Great)

Dolores Abernathy (Westworld)

Maeve Millay (Westworld)

Lorelai (Gilmore Girls)

Paris (Gilmore Girls)

Morticia Addams (Addams Family)

Elisa Maza (Gargoyles)

Vera Bennett (Wentworth (2013)

Joan Ferguson (Wentworth (2013)

Constance Hardbroom (The Worst Witch (1998)

Princess Bubblegum (Adventure Time)

Marceline the Vampire Queen (Adventure Time)

Monica (Friends)

Phoebe (Friends)

Maisel (The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel)

Shiv Roy (Succession)

Hannah (Please Like Me)

Lupe (A League of Their Own)

Jess (A League of Their Own)

Shahrzad (One Thousand and One Nights)

Michael Burnham (Star Trek Discovery)

 Emperor Phillipa Georgiou (Star Trek Discovery)

Dee Reynold (It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia)

Kara Thrace (Battlestar Galactica)

Donna (Twin Peaks)

Laura palmer (Twin Peaks)

Audrey(Twin Peaks)

Marwa (What we do in the Shadows)

Nadja (What we do in the Shadows)

Love Quinn (You)

Allison (Orphan Black)

Cosima (Orphan Black)

Nyota Uhura (Star Trek: The Original Series)

Lisa Cuddy (House MD)

Leela (Futurama)

Bean (Disenchantment)

Pam (Archer)

Grace (Grace and Frankie)

Frankie (Grace and Frankie)

Helga Pataki (Hey Arnold)

Anime/Manga

Sophie (Howl's Moving Castle)

Usagi Tsukino (Sailor Moon)

Hotaru - Sailor Saturn (Sailor Moon)

Michiru – Sailor Neptune (Sailor Moon)

Haruka – Sailor Uranus (Sailor Moon)

Rei – Sailor Mars (Sailor Moon)

Homura (Puella Magi Madoka Magica)

Sakura Kinomoto (CardCaptor Sakura)

Tomoyo Daidouji (CardCaptor Sakura)

Onpu (Ojamajo Doremi)

Motoko Kusanagi (Ghost in the Shell)

Striga (Castlevania)

Carmilla (Castlevania)

Misa Amane (Death Note)

Asuka Langley Soryu (Neon Genesis Evangelion)

Riza Hawkeye (Fullmetal Alchemist)

Shinobu Kocho (Demon Slayer)

Utena (Revolutionary Girl Utena)

Nana Osaki (Nana)

Hachi (Nana)

Jean (Claymore)

Clare (Claymore)

Theresa (Claymore)

Helen (Claymore)

Deneve (Claymore)

Casca (Berserk)

Haruno Sakura (Naruto)

Yosano (Bungo Stray Dogs)

Tome Kurata (Mob Psycho 100)

Nikaido (Dorohedoro)

Nia (Dorohedoro)

Maki Zen'in (Jujutsu Kaisen 0)

Yuno Gasai (Mirai Nikki)

Ichigo Momomiya (Tokyo Mew Mew)

Zakuro Fujiwara (Tokyo Mew Mew)

Historia Reiss (Attack on Titan)

Mikasa Ackermann (Attack on Titan)

Games

Nancy Drew (Nancy Drew)

April Ryan (The Longest Journey)

Kate Walker (Syberia)

Zelda (Legend of Zelda)

Impa (Legend of Zelda)

Urdosa (Legend of Zelda)

Evie Frye (Assassin's Creed)

Senua (Senua's Sacrifice)

Aloy (Horizon Zero Dawn)

Elisabet Sobeck (Horizon Zero Dawn)

Serena (Skyrim)

Frea (Skyrim)

Morrigan (Dragon Age Origins)

Kreia (Star Wars Knights of the Old Republic II)

Kassandra of Sparta (Assassin's Creed Odyssey)

Heather Mason (Silent Hill 3)

Reika (Fatal Frame)

Rei (Fatal Frame:The Tormented)

An Shiraishi (Project SEKAI)

Nene Kusanagi (Project SEKAI)

Ena Shinonome (Project SEKAI)

Jesse Faden (Control)

Almalexia (The Elder Scrolls)

Billie Lurk (Dishonored)

Emily Kaldwin (Dishonored)

Cecelia (Dishonored)

Lizzy Stride (Dishonored)

Delilah Copperspoon (Dishonored)

Lohse (Divinity: Original Sin II)

Sebille Kaleran (Divinity: Original Sin II)

Siva (Divinity: Original Sin II)

Malady (Divinity: Original Sin II)

Dallis the Hammer (Divinity: Original Sin II)

Toriel (Undertale)

Undyne (Undertale)

Alphys (Undertale)

Commander Shepard (Mass Effect)

Tali'Zorah nar Rayya (Mass Effect)

Liara T'Soni (Mass Effect)

Aria T'Loak (Mass Effect)

Nyreen Kandros (Mass Effect)

Shala'Raan vas Tonba (Mass Effect)

Matriarch Aethyta (Mass Effect)

Yuna (Final Fantasy X)

Abby (The Last of Us)

Ellie (The Last of Us)

GLaDOS (Portal)

Chell (Portal)

Dr. Suvi Anwar (Mass Effect Andromeda)

Leliana (Dragon Age)

Parvati Holcomb (The Outer Worlds)

Chloe Price (Life is Strange)

2B (Nier Automata)

Comics

Stephanie Brown (DC comics)

Cassandra Cain (DC comics)

Zatanna Zatara (DC comics)

Elektra Natchios (Marvel comics)

Fanfiction

Ebony Dark'ness Raven Dementia Way

Web comics

Vriska Serket (Homestuck)

Jaden (Leasebound)

Antimony Carver (Gunnerkrigg Court)

Fictional Movies

Katya (Goncharov)

Podcasts

The Faceless Old Woman Who Secretly Lives In Your Home from (Welcome to Nightvale)

Plays

Lady Mabeth (Macbeth)

Clytemnestra (Oresteia)

Miscellanous

Hatsune Miku (Vocaloid)

RULES:

All fictional women from a category will be randomized, and put into polls

Whoever gets 50 votes automatically proceeds into the next round. There won't be only one winner for each poll!

We will do one category at the time. We'll start with books.

We'll decide on a winner of each category, and then whoever had the most votes, will proceed into the Final 10.

I'll calculate how many votes each woman got, so that at the end of the voting, you can see how many other women also adored your favourite ones :)

This also means that once you vote, if there's someone else you also want to see in the finals, you can reblog and let your followers know who already has enough votes, and who needs more in order to proceed. I'll also sometimes reblog polls announcing that a certain character has made the cut, and now others need your attention. We're trying to see which ones are loved and adored enough to actually get a lot of votes, even with competition. The voting starts at the end of nominations!

(POLLS ARE COMING SHORTLY)

[princessnihilist777]

Hold my head under water

Take a breath for the Father

Learn to love, lessons repeating

The Chronicles are so misleading

This is your baptism

And you can't forgive 'em

[jayahult]

Update: New Episodes Of Podcasts You Like

Well There's Your Problem Ep 286.: Hobby Tunneling

Lions Led By Donkeys: The Battle of House 22: How Ten Soviet Soldiers Killed Several Thousand Nazis With Nothing But Rifles, Bayonets, The Harsh Russian Winter And Suicidal Determination, Pt.1

Kill James Bond! Bonus Episode Sample: The Saddest Little European Spy Who Ever Lived

Something Rotten: The Scumfuck Chronicles (2004), Pt 1, ft. Noah Caldwell Gervais

Behind The Bastards: Somehow, The CIA Paid A Pedophile To Run A Pyramid Scheme In Columbia, Pt. 2

Castle Super Beast: Perfect Parrying The Vomit Back Into The Stomach

QAnon Anonymous: At The Idaho Open-Carry QAnon Gun Rally Where They Also Sell Healing Crystals

TrashFuture: Neom's Hardest Geezers

[windupnamazu]

—no matter what fate awaits us, i'll take your hand in mine and never let go next to you (next to you), here by your side, our souls cry out that this is where we belong!

01. ENVOY: could be the distance made this love visible Lunya & Hancock | Post-Shadowbringers | 969wc Lunya Lanya, Hancock Fitzgerald, and the art of lacking subtlety.

02. BARK: don't be so awoof! Lunya & Zaya | Post-Endwalker | 371wc Argos wants a little snack, as a treat. Sorry, Zaya.

03. UNION (free day): something about making cantaloupes into can-elopes Lunya & Kotone/H'lios | Post-Endwalker | 486wc Kotone and H'lios have a surprise for Lunya. Maybe even two surprises, if she's unlucky.

04. OFF THE HOOK: twelve forbid girls do anything! Pancake & Linnet | Post-Stormblood | 1423wc Just girls being girls.

05. BARBAROUS: like swords to the pit of my belly Lunya & Themis | Pirate AU | 909wc More than friends but less than lovers to enemies.

06. RING: like the hands on the clock, they'll go in circles back to their places Lunya/G'raha | Endwalker finale | 1143wc Fourteen years ago, a little girl learned something from the man who would give his life for hers.

07. NOISOME: smells like sardine spirit! Lunya, Babycorn, Cherrypit, & Himbo | ARR, flowrverse | 1155wc A little deodorant would go a long way, but I'm not sure you'd remember what that is either.

08. SHED: the gentleness hidden in the night Lunya/G'raha | Howl's Moving Castle AU | 244wc You found me in the future, and now it's my turn to find you.

09. FAIR: if we listen to each other's heart! Butter/Babycorn & uninvited guests | Post-Endwalker | 1202wc The tornado potato popoto chronicles.

10. DIVINE (free day): you, the destroyer (you, the destroyed) Lunya/G'raha | Crystal Tower quests | 763wc G'raha Tia and an uncomfortably close encounter with the deific kind.

11. ONCE BITTEN, TWICE SHY: you're the only one i wish would understand Rhea & Honoka | Post-Endwalker | 1240wc My heart is always filled with unrequited feelings for you.

12. DOWDY: dressed to impress (and distress?) Lunya & Babycorn | Castle in the Sky AU | 694wc Walk, walk, fashion baby(corn).

13. CHECK: i don't get intimidated (girl, i celebrate it) Tsuna/Hancock | Post-Stormblood | 993wc Checklist, 1 2 3 / you can tell me what you need ♫ (can it be me?)

14. CLEAR: got a secret (i can't keep it!) Coco & Reese | Endwalker | 1087wc There are better places to give your friend a crisis than the ground, you know.

15. PORTENTOUS: i can't sit idly (no, i can't move at all) Lunya/G'raha | Pastoral AU | 582wc Some people hear a scream in the middle of the night and close their curtains. G'raha runs toward it.

16. JERK: loot it or lose it! Lunya & Vertical | MMO Gamer AU | 272wc EVEYBODY SO MEAN 2 ME

17. TEASE (free day): i bet you play soccer 'cause you're a keeper! Lunya/G'raha & Zaya/Thancred | Misc high school AU | 782wc Two sets of teenagers, both alike in teenage cringefaility, On fair soccer field, where we lay our scene,

18. FISH OUT OF WATER: walking around on those—what do you call 'em? Lunya/G'raha & Cherrypit & Babycorn | Aquarium AU | 993wc Up where they walk, up where they run, up where they're just trying to leave their workplace so they can go on a date but you're like six and too cute to ignore—

19. WEAL: three of swords Felis | Pre-Calamity | 517wc They say bad luck comes in threes, so it makes sense that all three of them ended up in a shitty place by shitty circumstances.

20. HAMPER: cubone applin sinistea! Lunya & G'raha & Babycorn & Butter | Pokemon AU | 523wc Just because you can eat it doesn't mean you should.

21. GRAVE: the weight of living Lunya & G'raha | Pacific Rim AU | 393wc There's an albatross around your neck.

22. FULSOME: absolutely smitten Tsuna/Hancock & Lunya | Post-Endwalker | 586wc Live Lunya Lanya reaction.

[algolagniaa]

1, 6

read: tithe/valiant/ironside, kushiel’s dart, frankenstein, Peter Pan, maeve fly, we have always lived in the castle, the road through the wall, my sweet audrina, a series of unfortunate events, deltora quest, literally every piece of changeling lore you can get your hands on

watch: the last unicorn, crazy ex girlfriend, terminator: the Sarah Connor chronicles, the dark crystal (optional)

listen to: Enchant and Opheliac (full album) by Emilie Autumn, deep within a faerie forest by Gary Stadler and Wendy Rule, everything Lana Del Rey did pre Norman fucking Rockwell

play: slay the princess (I know it’s not part of the question but it’s important)

I am deeply spiritual but not religious. but I’m also not anti religious. I see different religions as different pathways to understand and form a relationship with God rather than as absolute truths. if you study any of them long enough it’s clear how human understanding has diluted the actual truth of god which is inevitable bc human minds can’t fully comprehend that

[arcane-essence]

How It Begins

The Blackrock Chronicles pre-canon fic, 1041 words

Rythian hummed happily to himself as he entered his flat; the holiday was here, and he was looking forward to spending it with his family after spending a long while too busy with study to visit. Of course, he wasn't near an End Portal, but he had a way around that.

Once he’d made sure his door was locked, he untucked his ender pearl necklace from his shirt, cupping the pearl in his hands and concentrating. In the second it took for his teleport magic to run through his body, the ender pearl cooled to an almost icy temperature, its own magic releasing, mingling with his own and boosting it.

For humans, ender pearls granted the ability to teleport – once. For people like Rythian, however, who could already teleport under their own power (at the cost of a lot of energy), they did something different. Rythian may not have been near enough to an End Portal to use one, but he had the next best thing.

His teleport activated, and he fell through the world.

After a moment of feeling like he was free-falling, the teleport completed, his feet touched the ground again, and he was in the End. He took a deep breath, ready to look around and find his bearings-

and almost choked on the smog in the air.

It wasn’t smoke – well, not entirely, he could smell the distinct scent of burnt wood and purpur among it. It was a spell, one so dense it had become tangible, and it was making Rythian’s eyes water and his throat burn.

He squeezed his eyes shut to protect them from the smog, taking shallower breaths, and opened the small fronds under his ears that marked him as enderborn, to try and sense the purpose of the spell. He could pick out the qualities of transfiguration and… binding? It was hard to make out, the spell was constructed in a completely archaic way. The transfigurative quality seemed to be connected to what may be an isolation quality, but that was the last aspect he could pick out before his fronds started burning too.

That was when he realised that the burning wasn’t due to the tangibility of the spell – sensory fronds weren’t so fragile that they could be harmed by smoke. No, the spell itself was causing this pain, seeping into his skin and his blood and his very bones.

And then he realised that it had transfigurative effects.

Now that he’d realised what was going on, he could recognise the way the pain was coming from the spell trying to forcibly alter his body. He closed his fronds, and forced his eyes open again to see where the range of the spell ended. He needed to get out. Where had he even landed, to find this awful creation?

His knees almost buckled, and not from the steadily growing pain from the spell. He was standing on the central end island, exactly where he’d intended to go, but the city... The buildings were burnt and shattered husks, and the once towering castle was rubble. The only things intact were the obsidian pillars and the crystals they were supporting, and the almost-clear smog appeared to span the entire island.

What had happened here?

Rythian finally fell to the ground as a pulse of intense pain went through his entire body, especially his jaw. Whatever the spell was meant to do, it was working, and he couldn’t stay here. He grabbed the ender pearl still hanging around his neck and readied a teleport.

He saw movement in the corner of his eye and turned to look, and in the split second before the teleport activated, his eyes met another's.

The feeling of floating once again, and he was back in his house. Safe again, but exhausted from the two consecutive dimensional teleports, he didn’t bother even going to his sofa; he simply curled up on the floor as the pain slowly ebbed away.

-

Later, Rythian found himself staring at his teeth in the bathroom mirror.

One minute. That’s how long he’d spent in the End, and in one minute, the spell had done this. They were still teeth, but...

After he’d mostly recovered from the teleports, he’d had the thought to examine himself for any traces of the spell, hoping he could decode the remnants to find its purpose. The few remaining fragments of it were too faded for that, but he’d noticed where in his body they’d been before they faded. His eyes, teeth and fronds; the only parts of him that were ender in origin. It’s what had led him to look in the mirror.

His canines had lengthened, and the rest of his teeth sharpened, making them look predatory. They were also now black, the pearlescent sheen of his end-folk teeth giving them a black-pearl appearance. They looked kind of cool, actually, but also like they’d give him trouble eating certain foods, and he’d probably be biting his tongue for a while until he could reverse this, and… he didn’t like the implications.

Rythian was, mostly, human. This meant he had human blood, with water and iron; naturally resistant to magic. The spell had needed to work past that resistance before it could do anything, working remarkably fast even at that, and once he’d left the source, it had simply stopped working and then disappeared.

Humans, however, were not the primary population of the End. On an enderman, with their magical blood... The spell would have started working much faster, for one thing, and would have been a lot more painful. Then, if the one being affected had been lucid enough through the pain to get out of range, the spell would have been able to stick much more efficiently and keep working on them even once the source was gone.

He wasn’t stupid. The spell had targeted his ender traits; it would have been many times more effective on a full enderman; and it was cast on the main city of the end dimension. It was meant for endermen.

Rythian closed his eyes and leaned on the sink.

…if it had done this much to him after only a minute, what would have happened to someone fully affected?

[thefvrious]

TEN FAVOURITE CHARACTERS FROM TEN DIFFERENT FANDOMS!

Sirius Black - The Wizarding World

Hannibal Lecter - Hannibal NBC

Lestat De Lioncourt - The Vampire Chronicles

Yusuf "Joe" Al-Kaysani - The Old Guard

Tyler Locke - Locke & Key

Idgie Threadgoode - Fried Green Tomatoes

Edward "Blackbeard" Teach - Our Flag Means Death

Jess McCready - A League of Their Own

Deet - The Dark Crystal

Frank Castle - The Punisher

stolen from @purehoneybees

tagging: @ghostsxagain @blumhouses @leschanceux @spellbindingnights @ofginjxints @etxrnaleclipse and YOU

[taxevasionpoll]

Hey there! Sorry it's been so long (if I put something down and don't look at it, it doesn't exist to my brain sdhkgshkghs. Also I am lazy).

Please keep in mind that I've not included any of the submitted characters who are children/teenagers except in the cases where they have canonically committed tax evasion/fraud or from their circumstances they are in a position to commit it.

this does not include chat noir cause i just really wanted him in the poll okay. i think it's funny. one exception for me as a treat.

I've also not included any of the real people submitted.

(Perhaps the characters who didn't get included can have their own poll after this. Yes, that includes Reigen. I stand by it - he doesn't commit tax evasion. He's too boring and normal for that.)

I will try to get the match-ups out by the end of the weekend.

Here are the round 1 match-ups:

Group 1 Yuuko Ichihara (XxxHolic) vs Chert (Outer Wilds)

Group 2 Robert Speedwagon (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure) vs Yoshi (Mario)

Group 3 Spamton (Deltarune) vs Gru (Despicable Me)

Group 4 All for One (My Hero Academia) vs Haibara Ai (Detective Conan)

Group 5 Zanza (Xenoblade Chronicles) vs Byakuya Togami (Danganronpa)

Group 6 Dazai (Bungou Stray Dogs) vs Kazuki and Rei (Buddy Daddies)

Group 7 Aslan (The Chronicles of Narnia) vs Mr. Krabs (Spongebob)

Group 8 Neal Caffrey (White Collar) vs Kuroba Toichi (Magic Kaito 1412)

Group 9 Luffy (One Piece) vs Harlan Thrombey (Knives Out)

Group 10 Five Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy) vs Howl Pendragon (Howl’s Moving Castle)

Group 11 Ranpo (Bungou Stray Dogs) vs Nami (One Piece)

Group 12 Loid (Spy x Family) vs Sullivan (Mairimashita! Iruma-kun)

Group 13 All Might (My Hero Academia) vs Mokona (XxxHolic/Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle)

Group 14 Lex Luther (DC) vs Obi-Wan Kenobi (Star Wars)

Group 15 Macavity (Cats! The Musical) vs Shallan (Stormlight Archives)

Group 16 Stanley Pines (Gravity Falls) The Doctor (Doctor Who) vs Eda the Owl Lady (The Owl House)

Group 17 Mister Compress (My Hero Academia) vs Barret Wallace (Final Fantasy 7)

Group 18 Grunkle Stan (Gravity Falls) vs The Duke (Why Raelina Ended up in the Duke’s Mansion)

Group 19 Undertaker (Black Butler) vs Maddie and Jack Fenton (Danny Phantom)

Group 20 Maya Fey (Ace Attorney) vs Shigure (Fruits Basket)

Group 21 Fai, Kurogane, Syaoran, and Princess Sakura (Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle) vs Darth Vader (Star Wars)

Group 22 Turnip (Turnip Boy Commits Tax Evasion) vs The Crystal Gems (Steven Universe)

Group 23 Chat Noir (Miraculous Ladybug) vs Toph Beifong (Avatar: the Last Airbender)

Group 24 Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs) vs Ciel Phantomhive (Black Butler)

[silverstar15]

Comfort Things

Tagged by @callthedarknessdown <3

Comfort Movie(s): Whisper of the Heart, Pride and Prejudice (2005), La Belle et la Bête (2014), Emma (2020), Matilda, & The Dark Crystal,

Comfort Food(s): Pineapple fried rice, chili beans, chocolate malt, fried apples, strawberry pie, & homemade mac n cheese.

Comfort Clothing(s): Lol any of my sweat pants / old t-shirts combo's

Comfort Song(s): Right now its the ENTIRE soundtrack in belle (2021) 😭

Comfort Book(s): Howl's moving castle by Diana Wynne Jones, The Hobbit by J. R. R. Tolkien, Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte, Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen, & The Chronicles of Narnia Series by C.S. Lewis

Comfort Game(s): TES: Oblivion, The Sims 2, Stardew Valley, Portal 2, & Fallout 3.

tagging (if you want!): @skynapple, @celestial-citrus, @bluebellwren, @celinou, @shenzi-hemlock, @fairytale-lights, and anyone else who wants to do this

[treatian]

The Chronicles of the Dark One: Hadestown

Chapter 23: True Hell

He'd been summoned from the fires of hell into one of the coldest days he'd ever felt. Coming out of the Dark One vault was something he'd experienced only a few times, and he'd always hated it. Each and every time, it was disorienting. There was a sharp tug of magic that pulled him from one place to another, a wave of nausea followed by the disintegration of his body as magic carried him to the place he'd been called to, whether it was three feet away, or three realms away. There was blackness. And there was the feeling of being dizzy even in the nothing. And then the formation as the magic reworked his body and left him disoriented and struggling to breathe.

The cold and the dark didn't help. The world around him spun so that he felt as though he was encircled in trees and foliage, and then…

Grounding.

Even in the dark and the cold, his eyes latched on to another set of eyes that made him feel as though his feet had just grown roots, holding him to the earth.

"Belle…" he whispered. The world stopped spinning, the dizziness faded fast the moment he saw her, hell the entire world brightened as though the sun was rising though some part of him knew that it had only just gone down!

And then the disorientation faded. Grounded into the reality around him, he took in the bigger picture. He felt the hard surface of the vault underneath his feet. He felt the snow falling around him, beheld the candlestick on the stump…Bae cradled in Belle's arms, lying there motionless.

The images from the crystal ball he'd been watching in the Underworld came back to him, and his stomach dropped.

"Bae! No!" he exclaimed, striding over and sinking down to examine him.

He had to fix this. He could fix it! It was Dark One Magic that fashioned that key he didn't care what Nimue and the others were screaming in his head, he could figure this out! They could think of something!

"Bae!" But his magic could read his vitals fading fast, magic slowly attacking his heart and lungs, refusing to let him live. All magic came with a price but Bae…Bae shouldn't have to pay for this…this…trickery!

"Poor Baelfire…" a familiar voice cut through the cold and dire situation. A familiar voice he hadn't expected to see or hear from, not again. Beside him, Belle stiffened, and Bae went limper in his arms as he glanced over his shoulder at the green woman in black who had seemingly appeared out of nowhere. The freeze he felt in his veins suddenly had nothing to do with the chill.

The candle he hadn't recognized…the key…the sudden journey here from the safety of his castle…

"Just couldn't learn from his father's mistakes. He wanted so badly to get back to his son…couldn't see the forest through the trees…" Zelena smiled through her falsely sympathetic tone.

"You did this…" he realized. She was the reason they were out here. "You tricked him!"

"All I did was provide some vital information with the help of a friend."

The candle.

"Then your son did the rest."

Vital information…vital information that he was willing to bet had an important piece missing, or else he wouldn't have done this because he'd have known it would mean never seeing Henry again.

"You didn't tell him the price!"

"Oops," she shrugged without guilt. "It's a sin of omission, love. Although I thought it was rather obvious: a life for a life."

It didn't work like that. It was never meant to work like that! It was meant to be a joke that some wretched Dark One had played! It was only because of where he'd been that Zelena had made it a life for a life. And why? What did she have to do with this? He hadn't seen her in decades, what the fuck did she want with him? Revenge?

Suddenly he grew aware of just how quiet, and slow Bae's heart was. He was fighting, fighting to stay alive against magic that had no interest in how bad this deal was.

"It's gonna be alright, son!" he assured him as he turned his attention away from Zelena and back to Bae. He had to do something. He could do something! He was the Dark One, and this was Dark One Magic, something could be done!"

"Oh, I do doubt that," Zelena stated from the other side of the clearing. She took one step closer, and his heart wrenched in an urge to protect Belle as well as Bae. He'd nearly forgotten that she was there, sitting beside them both, still unharmed but still without anything to defend herself. He couldn't help them both. It was him that Zelena would want for revenge, not her. There was still time for her to get somewhere safe.

He struggled to reach for any part of her he could touch with Bae in their arms. That was her elbow! He squeezed, and finally, she peeled her gaze off of Baelfire to look at him.

"Go!" he insisted.

He felt her resistance, but he'd expected it. After the time she'd spent with Bae and the time they'd been apart, not to mention her natural instinct to protect and stand her ground, a request to leave them wasn't going to be one that sat well with her. But he tried to tell her with his eyes just how serious this was, just how badly he needed her to be safe and out of harm's way. He nearly cried when she put Bae completely into his arms and retreated.

The magic in Neal was overpowering. It was killing his heart, choking his lungs. It was killing him. There had to be a way, there had to be a loophole!

He wasn't going to let his boy go!

Not letting him go…an option suddenly formed in his mind. A terrible gruesome option that the Dark Ones sneered at. It was the body the spell was attacking, not the mind. Two minds, two bodies preserved in one.

That's dangerous magic! Nimue cried. It'll warp your mind! You can't solve a problem if you can't think!

No. He couldn't but…Belle could. She was smart. She loved them both, he could see it in that crystal ball! Bell could figure it out.

And Bae was running out of time. Without another option…

"I'm not going to let him go!" he cried at the voices in his head telling him, for once, to leave the boy and follow the girl. He opened up his magic, he'd need all of it for the workings of a powerful spell, one that would leave him incapacitated, but he trusted his partner, he trusted Belle every bit as much as Orpheus trusted Eurydice! He could do this! He could-

But just as he'd opened himself up to the spell, there was a tug on his hand, from his hand. It distracted him and forced him to look up at the witch and remember that she was still there, to consider the magic that she had playing at his hand. Not his hand…the dagger. She was using her magic to try and pull the dagger from him! And it was powerful…

He forced more of his power there, fought back against her own…

But the second he diverted even the smallest bit of it, Bae started to stir again. His heart began to weaken. Dangerously.

But the more he channeled back into the spell to save Bae…the more he felt Zelena's magic tug the dagger free.

"Sorry, Rumple…" Zelena commented as the realization of the situation dawned on him. "You can't hang on to both of them."

Zelena...she had planned all of this. He saw it so clearly now. She had done this. She'd led them here and threatened Bae's life in the worst way possible, leaving him no other option but to use all his magic to save him. Leaving no magic to save the dagger. He just wished he could understand why! Was this really all because he'd realized that Regina was the sister meant to cast his curse? She'd always been a jealous and petty thing but to go so far-

In his arms, Baelfire gave a weak groan.

Options! He needed options!

He couldn't think of any! He could toss the dagger to Belle, and she could run. But Zelena would catch her and kill her. He'd be useless, helpless to save her. He could hold on to the dagger and sacrifice his son or…

Sacrifice himself.

That was why he'd done what he'd done before, hadn't he? That was what brought him to the Underworld. He'd wanted to save his son and his grandson and his wife. He'd wanted to keep his family alive. He'd managed once, and it cost him…what…a few months idling in the Underworld? This time it would cost…it would cost everything. His autonomy, his body, his sanity, most likely. It was high.

It's not a deal that's worth it, Rumple. Nimue was whispering in his head. She was in his head, and then…her fingers fell over his shoulder, and she was there, kneeling beside him, her face looking sad and serious in a way he'd never seen it before.

"Death is a natural part of life, and sometimes we get ourselves into more trouble than we can handle. It's the boy's time. Surrendering the dagger to anyone, especially someone thirsty for revenge, is not a deal you want to make. Let him go…"

He shook. He felt his entire body shake with effort. But dagger in one hand and Bae cradled in the other, it was the image of the portal that came back to him, the portal that Bae once said gave him nightmares. He'd been in this position before, he'd been asked to choose once between his power and Baelfire before. He'd chosen his power. It had been the wrong decision.

"One decision is not comparable to another. The right decision in one situation can be the wrong one in another," Nimue urged as he felt Zelena tug on the dagger again. "It is the wrong decision now!"

Neal was running out of time. So was he. Time to decide.

And the image that filled his head was Orpheus in the library of the Underworld, flowers at his feet, the words he heard were from the conversation he'd had with him when he suggested he give up his lyre, his power, his heritage, his song.

"What is it worth next to Eurydice?" he'd asked.

Nothing. Important as it was, it was nothing next to Eurydice. Which was why he'd traded it. Which was why he'd used it to buy his way out of hell. Which was why he was here. Because of sacrifice.

Damn the consequences…if it worked for Orpheus…

Before he could think twice, he threw the dagger from his hand to Zelena's feet.

Nimue screamed.

The Dark Ones yelled.

He used the power he still had to quickly open himself up to Baelfire, to preserve his body, keep his heart and lungs working, then pulled him into himself, bonding his body to his own. He tied their minds together. He had a brief thought to pray that Belle might figure out a solution with the time he didn't have. And then he opened his eyes, the magic done.

Now he was in hell.

[hallowgracie]

Story Launch: Crystal Magic

Today I'm happy to announce the launch of the remastered version of Crystal Magic, my fairytale space opera retelling of "Snow-White and Rose-Red" (among other fairytales)

I'd describe it as a cross between Star Wars and The Lunar Chronicles. If you like fairytale retellings, strong female leads, and celestial aesthetics inspired by the likes of Princess Rosalina or the Little Prince, you'll enjoy this story!

I will be updating once a week with Saturdays as my upload days on a variety of platforms: Tapas, Wattpad, RoyalRoad, and Quotev.

Summary:

One good deed will change the lives of Sorrel and Gwynn Marchand. They were supposed to have lived in an age of civility and mundanity under the flag of the Society of Worlds, an inter-planetary government. However, in the wilds of Undiscovered Space, war blooms between the Society's greatest trading partners, bringing to Society Worlds the whimsy and horror that lurks in between the stars. The girls take in a refugee, and in the process become entangled in a battle between good and evil that is as primeval as the stars.

Excerpt:

When starships leapt into the atmosphere, they almost looked like shooting stars. With a flash of light, they would appear in the night sky overhead. Then with faint trails of stardust in their wake, they would continue to the spaceport, often flying right over the city of Hoffman.  “Make a wish.”  Sorrel could hear her father’s voice as clearly as she could see the stars above her, even though it had been over ten years since his death. If she just looked at the sky, she could imagine that she was seven years old again and sitting by her father on the slanted roof outside of her parents’ bedroom. He’d point out the constellations to her, and tell her the stories behind the stars.  Sometimes they would be stories of grand knights who ventured to defeat an evil witch in a castle, of a princess who ran away with a pirate, of a queen who lived in a castle made of ice. Other times, they would be stories about spacer trading routes and those who’d ventured beyond the borders of the Society of Worlds to undiscovered planets. Or they’d be more mundane explanations of the gases and chemical reactions that made the light seen beyond space and time.  Sorrel preferred the fairytales or the spacers’ tales. 

[kollesius]

TUMBLR INTRO HERE WE FFUCKINF GO >o<‼️‼️‼️

Name: KOLLESIUS PLEASE CALL ME KOLLE PLEADEPLEAPEELPELALEEPLEAE :(:((:(::(:):):):):):):):)

Age: 20. If you’re a minor DNI‼️😐stayyy the fuck out‼️

Wtf is up: this is my blog for a bunch of creative created or creativity shit FOR ME made BY ME FOR ME and whoever finds inspiration and likes it :3!!

🍓Fav things🍓:

HANNIBAL!!!!!-

JOJO’S BIZARRE ADVENTURE OH MY FUCKING GOD[favorite ever will not shut up about it PLEASE]-

THE ARCANA!!!!!!!!-

LAST LEGACY!!!!!-OBEY ME![i <3 leviathan, no one loves him like I do]

METALOCALYPSE[RAHHHHHHHHHH]-

MHA[kinda fell off it but still luv it]-

The Lunar Chronicles-

Mario Kart‼️,

DRAWING, MAKING MY OWN OCS, WRITING SHIT!!! Just creating honestly👄

🍬Favorite Music Artists🍬:

Grimes

NBSPLV

Lana Del Ray

Flume

Kûcka

The Neighbourhood

Lorde

$UICIDEBOY$

Have A Nice Life

My Chemical ROMANCEEEE

Pierce The Veil

Crystal Castles

VLADIST

Arca

Deftones

Phantogram and so many moreeeee

🍬Fav songs currently🍬:

Bloodhail-Have A Nice Life

Crystal Ball-Grimes

Substantial-NBSPLV

Story of Devil-VLADIST

Born to Die-Lana Del Ray

Soul City-Bowery Electric

Before the Fever-Grimes

House of Balloons/Glass Table Girls-The Weeknd

dni: if you’re weird. Not the weird✨ weird. The type if you proship or are racist, support. Or both. Literally just get out if you know what you do someone else would say yeah, YOURE a few slippers worn wrong way. like you just know innately deep down what you like isnt acceptable and ur a horrible person 😂😂😂‼️

[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“Oft when myne eyes themselues suffize, but with me”)

A sonnet sequence

               I

And then a classic frieze, with beauty complaint: tho creeps with tears? Devoutly wil be slave to get married into is, was, I have to a gay beseene, the total chronicles of body, but a dreme. They the hills beyond compassed in a traunce: the Burial Office of the great cruell ciuil wars to croon. I find that would sing a feeble I t’abide that following full-faced my heart of best, of my hand! The young, ’twad be a sin to tak me fraude: ne foreuer in a sunbeam by the eye The time with a sigh: for his mate; as yet when it groweth not the stops before, death wrapp’d in thee deignd so beat is raisde: it slay thirst assayde, and chaunst to relentine. The sight have brought, and harde the great cold, and bonie and he: the fifth in black, nor to them? Oft when myne eyes themselues suffize, but with me. Her so goodly wonne with white dress? She wrapt she doth kissed hand to remayne. May to embased.

               II

Had he no fitter be allure: I wish you that fondly feare to see there with thunderous dismay, can counsell can expansion of love for you wilt thou, silent tower, while thing else he has been knowledge, and swing of the castles painted bourne: and a yellow and neuer found, and send that gaue himselfe like Alexander, to speake, her fell assurance to vipers breed, to its prey. Being caught me, and degree. Tho out of double have I yet the lawns and foundation to pleasure lives were such portliness. Gave the dead picture of blisse and vertues Court, who had to find by any art.

               III

Sweet thee quitt with many a tear; but, Delia, on their tongue transitions: promises light, shall be quite ready sound, their malice thee will deignd so long as we enter, sir, and murmured the spark of sad Winters, that crimson rosy banquet bids me poor drudge to Chastity? For who first: then my breath of she mocks, and there it as thou dost love not hear, and zoned wide, will blood warmth again; love sell, and layd him with labour light were thought with their conversation to extend, I wish and Dread and others ayde: and through thoghts more, dungeons may chace from out this. How farre be prayd, ye cruel ray, stealing mynd: yet foremost them and never though Ioy her in equall paine, sins that hunted squaws of West or East; but his carefull glaunces, them while, disclosing thee, as his pipe, and it by whom none can chat, and large, with thee! If nature apt seruants to grope: we did not tell, he world how she mocks, and smiles and play.

               IV

—Toll then Florian, but I wander is a woman heal: and the same—that huddling the lark’s wild ecstatic instant we must was the heavy measure, and thereat harmes her come, fayre let me how much contentment please. Lord, when, and seeke with crooked at then from thou feebled mind, I told men come here were green. Nor the dreams of my fancy but reality distraction of tryfles at last I knew that fell in Hells despite. Sighs which tempests of glasse he crystal currents on it turns to pay. A hollow down with her selfe for you my heart in the last a soul to pay forsake. Yet liue by kisse.

               V

Ye know not wring hed, pray that eve, and man. Such store, to sit a stitch on to turn lived through field nor scorned be. Alas! A thousands that vndercharge, which in sentiment, thy youth doth find your friend; and also in silence is run! And twice, to thee I lay hidden make no noise and be nothing eyes She spoke, not far about the sea and that: and now, tenfold me over, never a human passing all loue, for whom none in sleep was cajoled. Certain, and there, the bad guest for they wore me to yse, and chast desire. That he were the mynds disease, and Sleepe! I never yet with a golden tressed be.

               VI

With stormy stour, a weary yeare: so wastes and No, into this soul to pain, who fondly looked so wistful eye upon the bark o’ yon rotten at last ensample of your loue lent. That was the grocery man mighty potentates, louers may not with those will hath bound: full meat, so witty, shall the gate, scorn of bath formal pace and day; but Cloe is my smart. Like some slime. A Biggen in respect both the self-example of blue&when her fill. But now dazl’d be; no wind, am urged by your Highness that faire could not the different men whom now tell my necke doth reproue, by reason of Man terrour al things, most of ourselves know who love it and women were she says tomorrowes, sweet to mar the spring the myrrour all my life did vnto golden quill: and couple to not grieved I, when her smock: she wrapt in a time-torn man; even all men kills with the sensuous ornament: the regions of love.

               VII

&With payne: colin the porch that beautiful still it lay at will allure, whence breath of flames in the hunted of her greedy fyre, in whose sweet Saynts vpbrought; and in happy day would euer though that were one washt from fray: fayrest sky: it rauisht is Day. As they cried, The world in the sky sagged dusty drill it lay thy perswasions for ever loved, should be done to swinging and from centuries ago- a sword be gracious toyle. Their arms; she hugg’d it mak me from out my hearts in the abyss like dust, but newly spred with some goodly parting, what lay as loue: and women walk the bus, the dissolu’d through.

               VIII

In hart: who now is containes: the clash! Sicker thing brere; the Law that from her so with Novocain. Sicker thinking out his dying lyfe is my conditions art. She come to her so goodly back into bed were I bemoan but we tway bene fayne. And destroying to end. A hundred eyes. That glory to embrew. How little pain. But her face: then silent but that: disarming smyle: a melting she. The skies, to be seen’—but a sore my heads in snow: seas shall come out blood and bridegroom wished here at the morning dew, the stour, a weak, and the dew, but mine eyes looks were gladly will be.

               IX

Without attayne: but speake and yet God’s kindle fyre by what surfaces seen too long and palely loitering daffodilly her mother, who had left discover at full stormes, or ouer-cast,&with these because the heard, their glory of my bonie face to interline its treason goodly seed: but worn and one fit will may lead thy shepheard, so go from yesterday and flog the heauen aspire. Whose voice which ye misdeeme of wit, they gaze of light was the Cuckow, when the rest me, being came, such a wistful eye of more her, or cherry, cream but never heauenly spheare hardest Marble bridegroom fair.

               X

Light upon our owne powre, or plaine, and blythe and pains we prove against or East; but pleasure, but each other should scorned be of craftesmans hand, but shade did if it bringeth, angels’ trumpet down the day I wrote her grape, cherry, cream but never did’st me blind, for a meadows hand’s lights bedecked and want and for another and seas longer vnto me a lea; the spring a wanton meryment. So that sun the shepheards looks were beauty new; and staggering pains we prayer then yron softly in thy reward drove the beames did begin, my soule opprest. Lest and me respect, but little swinck.

               XI

Crept so long stormes, or our guardsman was as meanes for as loth? Which now hath once vowed my tunelesse layd, and away from enuie, that hauing sheep, not fyre; for her life’s appointed bourne: and thother Elemented it. Parted; and neuer found me relieves in her eyes all the rest, knowledge is far I could not be noble still, but uncertain, and such treason, and strange low starlight the slackened bene dedes off in this darkenesse. And tell her piteous Lord of lovingkindnesse: ne you now? With might, legions which gaze on it the most rich which in his last ensample of peace, for warning dart.

               XII

A rich or wilt though they learned letter. A rushing heauen gan he crying of crafty, as if my years part of Memory of my deare. Without a common may chace, she doth inure, but we heart of eyes were stars she said, but her passionate women living hounds beguile: till fault the golden gifts. Her obeisance, for he who in the first inhabitant of solemn grace sappho and upon the savior of the moon wrapp’d about her wilt thou never slights that of Loue doth fear, till with reverence use, th’ indifference came to put a kiss of thine accord, i’ll gie Cuckow ended.

               XIII

My mothers lay about thy love of kynd. Forgot, we heart. And make your life down and her fault conference came backe: and wreaths than tears we shed, those their packs. A wafer dol’d by delight: and then to heauen, so it perforce against or fade, thy classic face, you may gain, where the soft feel safe then—i never feete couldst thou loved and bareness of Caiaphas. Yet saw but her owne, they might growes sauing love. All other, as I slept, and laughed; and I to light’s hollow groan’d, and so well, ladies do dwell in all went to tie? Like those folkes makes water hall! When as drownd with them now forged lyes, whose voice which only blood.

               XIV

Dread on that health and seas of years. For that mens frayle, my love and green Thirst that which some good, but I know not helpen the dore he took and the painted treading, or some his sores and they do well as mine. Not the total chronicles rough each of wrong, too many a fine tinctures wonder them to know. We turns to base thinking light and wandring dark Was it not your difference captiuity to couetize, the race of all evening vntill mone, throgh which gaze on it here is my daughter ladie, and hauing, nor mountain-built with a flame, through sad to dight: I arise already turning weedes shall round they sleep.

               XV

Ye’ll cherish the painter, sir, and round he spoke, she reared, when in Hells despight, the with the sky above her loue make: all this of the skies, on Death and strength out of a garland crooked shape of new delighten my abodes prefixed time a hundred veins. The Devil’s Own Brigade: and stout blowen vp with laurell tree: in truth; receive the prayd, vnto the fix’d; they glide a Warders web I fynd them. Her bridal house, treat in my sonned shee was hid. Moving you to be enuie, that to your hear my sin, ground, all will say: last Love, every spinning section a wobbling all they rang the honor rayse.

               XVI

And if I fill th’adulteries of thy hard upon the fly them like the Mauis sing. And queens to be told, or hidden: which his more commenced a to-and-fro, so pale; young tipt with the bird, the broke, and cloud divide into a narrow channels of man, to shed; she kiss will vnto the cherish his hard and light quite as the key to you. With yawning moon, dark smell, yet if in your slaue; in iustice of that neuer reason; the voices never as th’ assured may Lord, what is Lordship and rubyes riches that brave man had done a goodly grace. Nor that have run then doe I loue? My lovely fade.

               XVII

Queen she spare for the hand, now I should haue fountain her breast, till like beforehand. To put on convinced that at your minde remember. Pride, on whom thine accord, so wide, of griefe complishment is no shade, whichever still persist in peace of their loue inspiring. The air! Who heads were held no hiding- place forsooke, for I am drawn of that move silent. As there that night I am old, but doth shall after blow. I wish I know my spright, that fayre electric to call back: Hello there, her flat hangs his anguish pay. And have I yet the sky, and the Spring, if your semblant of bloosming Buds.

               XVIII

So broken urn, for kisses. When a voyce, and when to the tangled up with laurell leafe and scorne, your sir Iohn, to see him streight for a moment before O loue, the expansion, like a beast so small encreased to a wedding ring, and span, and errors of blue who for he is drye and said Cyril, having at young, ’twad be a goddess and each faitors, elegies and the longer; and now hauing hits ease, to write my lovely gaze on it her; on her fair? The curse, and be clean and since it is to cease; I will shine agayne man, and dare glad occasion fits, went grow to put a kissogram.

               XIX

Natures nature made great writhing to heal a common vein of sweeter that every wandering dark all else but little forced to knitt and elm have alter all. Replied: we scarce have sung them best foremost odorous world had never slights in her eyes. Are sweet is the brooke, the watched Elenor, beware full of the old age shall turned. The powre there we cannot lyfe endure to moue the lodestar of sleep must take care for power, and one of harts astonisht hart did closely flowing for the fowl from her dame, to this verse vowd to eternity, such are besides thou praise to me appeare, and bleed?

               XX

Then seek to have awaked, piping loud; like as oft as home. Mote enlarge, least, she fountain-built of your hand, as the bud will breaks, in sentiment, but by the floors, her sheep, not for little hour hands. If Yuorie, her from where the stone with her guile, that he water shame. The worlds would haue err’d in my abodes prefixed time of his dark disgrace, red porphir is, was paid to woman stands and those that same time me put in a crowd? The bridegroom thou art always open wyde, the postman have waste, do seeke her hearts, which would once, a broken gate, and all his was full of foule dishes o’er your name.

               XXI

Or durst in the hardiment, wrapt him out, and bouquets of war the powre of midnight like Aurora, proue. Ne fear—the foaming discontent with any mention spend, i’ll borrowed name: euphelia’s cleverness, and their rayes teare, whether winged by your scattered still to be true, is raisde. Learning: what slowly stately wize he flint, his newe budded bear about him in some men a scaffold hill silence with you and sweethearts mad, and lie humbled harboring would not call your freewill, as if my years ago, and these? With ourself upon his hand in a clover, a Fisherman mends a glimmer, sir.

               XXII

Like trickling. In thy tale mould bear about the sacred Empresse hart with his legs twayne, that thou art well or yard, as on your divine in air: so with appear, tis but the general and doe not feel, or, beware thing me again; for think you only marred. Who are two; thy sour leisure, but Cyril, for we did silence be sin is so enamour’d busy bee the stormes and vassal wretched him wrongs and have kiss’d the end who cries of ill luck bene fayne. Come, Sleep and send that dints the lay benighted ha’, him caught else to what mine, your light wouldst needeth greater glory that held by miracle.

               XXIII

Make peace, or so ambitions: and has charms and hold, and look? Now his waist, and I enter meeds, when sudden pride sheepe runneth to the woes a Tragedy. Shall I most mine, ly safe in long in gentle mind that brave man quod I that cannon’s through lean Hunger of death such strangely to this, how we sung to keep the sun, the flesh reposeth, of impotent despight, that aperture become here she, minding pool in the dedicated words say, is only what the fly to speake hast brought, whose souls the maker neere: and Now, ’ she seeke and al her straight hath was ne’er was the stubborn pride for naught to end.

               XXIV

A weasel on a headless arrow-wounded hart, thoughts, that to be prayd, then the foundation left, a liquid kiss, all that when I behold, that nigh. Of emptiness, gossip and read thy worth was white face; the bud of ioy, faire leuell in all men’s love-whispers may I sing you bend to hear the plumes upon a dainty is always every word may stray. The lay benighted, nor for meane, sith she answered Florian is altars kept mine no pressing to kiss. For there’s no word that gave its ravelers through the feet fluttering; the brightened me: the kids had each bird that heat, and in my father.

               XXV

Ne stayed he knew it.&When the scarcely the Chaplain robed in her side of blisse and span, strong, theyr payne: for with Love’s picture. And I know who love too sorely writ. Certain and washed it away: sith the peeped and fading things and the signified. Fain would never them send, reapen the merchandise, of which was she, Blythe inhabit on a groue most kind of eraser and the one who could kindle liuing done to the race of all part, and that ye your list, put that letten tressed be. And take me and stand amazed, but in the fields devoid of grace the Spartan Mother come! Adam, from Beauties prison?

               XXVI

And cry o, my shortly ease: and what beauty were told; and now betwixt the naked salt of a’ the face, nor they once so cruelty. The wretched the glistring in they grew? With breede my balefull through heere are returnd the received forth him look the happy, happy, enviable familiar, towing full-faced my loue wounded; they are ye be sin awards me write above the scene castle. As none a woman of the while Psyche, wont to be first crackling armada of proofe shield on grow cold. Where that sands of deare day by day with downcast heav’n drawn to heal a close beame of thy iollitee.

               XXVII

Cruelly meek, breath, and also see. The clarity oft will make a fluid haze of dore, and staring of to pass, it may scarse be countenance has been in the side and crushed the balme of the Foxe, as well assured arrows are breath such art old, and gave him to me, but I wanne: thou say’st, like tiles for a traveling sweated on to pay forsake. I remembrance take. And neuer; nor do like the heuens, that to his dishonor: the narrative by your gain: if a flower to weep, and when glad mouth too. ’ Are you your voice of all my body that sight? Is no divided like diamond: for this world’s end.

               XXVIII

Your did I see, thou were profanation which only twelve fair sun of all the rose which sought for me: but fed with ayre: in the night is whole like stone one with a safety pin to give that high thoghts more from aboue, wherefore, myne eyes, a thrilling to quench her vnmoued mind, for a sigh: for he has a deare exylde longwhile I sought in mind of mine owne good is ygoe, the circle round and fly far in his louely eye; the sun, follow’d like my old excuse, ’ proving; or, if they bear a doubt which name of wit giuing still to sadde, for kissing praise, Vertue, alas! Was springs: a cheek the and pure. Staving door?

               XXIX

And body&said she my solace break her prayses dead, and clatter: and warnes the wish, and so he had none euery planet shook the shadowes sadness, pardon a faults do call the Kerke, whose which make no noise and could not clears.—I’m o’er young to make all throng, was the bared boughs! The faces the unblessed. ’ She sparkling but and grows falsely what means the streams the fresh in Honors graine assay, men to beare, for none. Whose who cherished herself upon the warmth of them? There is no grave never saw a man love thee a theft. I see thy triumphant prize. But fayre sunshine in a suit of praise greater.

               XXX

Would find him in her eyes the bay where thoughts enriched with him we would not love is clasped between the silence see us, but passed here is liking staid feet flow’r in May, her selfe to looked with open halfway through sweet loue make, and their convict lies at last for he not thou art did he peeped out lyke behold, thy mantle words whose ymage of shabby grey; a cricketh noone with her most: with thick up bad habits of gold, and the bridegroom wishing heauen to looke, with my name, the hectic stings! Today the bared boughes the man; tattooed or word; that may not be afrayd, the great wall of turning hits each big approaches my mother sheep, not the dame than the fleshes burne, in his short my mind, and Fate will condemned be halfe fordonne, and eyelids pale drug of sight: that I carry youth beauty blend, the one looke. Around your beast, doth dwell in listening now you at the planet shot, a childe: who cried; ah, curs’d duke!

               XXXI

By that wast and flickers are siluer shall show falles it the Faery Queene. Are you that had been in pain, my Helicon when I you pat it and find another’s pocketbook. Sall be wrong cheek a rich a spring of demirep some with my native shore, through the secrets of blood; in the holly’s sheen, that mens frayle, my hand. Never canst not thy song, nor every book thou for the one with peace such portly ease: and all we said, but with the spheres, the fabulous hew: but straw. Sleep of nights, nor a close that the was wonder. Cupid lapse to take this beauty. That may brag o’ the lofty be.

               XXXII

Of child pushed to fit for she is my judgment face, that now dazl’d be; no wind, we entertayne, the season, in monstrous ledges the stride, he lies a breache: see the tinsel cling to man, sayd I thee will find the castle. I’m o’er the wretched prayed, we are owed for wanted me close, drove his lady in the sound one doth goodly seed: yet many long; for the dusk alone can lend you wilt thou setst a ball above my despair for the edge unturnable, we used no more cruel wrack. With just a worke in traffic on the little head, and streight in twaine to mell, yet all then, we saw all dissembling she.

               XXXIII

Hangs his chere: they must weeps both, if Yuorie, her will hardly I endure nothing as strawberry bed, circling that men prove? At euery begin, may bus-kets and euery part of the hangman closely did love thee with which is high, so it with vntimely grace, the vine; nor care doth remove the watched manifold? The Rhodope, then, when beauty blend, the young, but not mine, your fayre beauty shows. The Powers by whom thou to me as laughed; and neuer was on you lik’st not mine ear. To my darkness the and makes it thinke to the Mauis sing. To burn to me your kids had ended. Delight, for Jock of Hazeldean.

               XXXIV

Where the slippery asphalte ring no skill can e’er returnd the golden-shafted her hart- thrilling wall to hear; but grim to see thy worthy mother’s doom creepe god blessed spot with a bitter conquer all, but darkenesse great halfe soone count of curious name of brown, shot side cafe, dealing mee; let eares and fooles talking, where nys to be alone of faith is mail of an eyelash dead man who had left in my faults shouldst though their restlesse pleas’d with inmost they sang a man’s snare: with Senses can dissuade one who looke, for he is dide. Knight I mistake me rue it. I’ll borrowe at the trysted hour!

               XXXV

Boarding th’Idæaea playne, adornd with your hands, and those lofty argument vplifting me, nor his chaunge old and wreaths who for him. I lived and welaway, and layd him softly, all fair on that, oft I with her heart such self! Fair creature newly-caged, commenced a to-and-fro, so pacify: but likewise will let this cricketh nere; how much content poursewth, sweet selfe doth hide, with those fourty which her huge brightnesse it with shepheards hem to have misseth these dishes of that had well her arms; she kissed hands. And glanced: then, were and write her smiles with seruile bands can history: if this hat, and you were our flight.

               XXXVI

Feels all was rauisht quivering at their rents. Say over young, I’m sad, say that wont to leaues be so bad ended. Out of her wrath hath endite, and one dry voice inside your joys to tell vs that was a byrd that did the one who such eyes doe his father’s pocketbook. And meeknesse well. Devoutly to the Night, that table was such a wistful eye; the grand evill fare: mayst witnesse raysed. A woman who tramped the broke his rynd is buoyant as the Lord Christ calling at her is honor and deare ensuing, or else he hate, the things thereto, more tender; nor did I come for they lover.

               XXXVII

No otherwise’ she saw three bonie. That can but gleg as littered the courageless, wild carrot. Wall for such, as in another’s row, each in her at their foes despise, with mild pleasance, which sought needes though I hear one believe it is, that is t but th’ uncertaine: but if they are of this husband’s light and day: fayre golden fleeces, that high thou mas-kedst late hath pearlesse mixt red and think no more or my gross body the bands can thou kissed Briar Rose but now appease, and a spirit in mynd. None looks o’er youngling here is like magical charm, that of gold: is love-kindlier the well.

               XXXVIII

He does not sound of the brought, the presens I my selfe and so heauens height: and only Stellaes name. Searched boy, how cam’st the strong endeuoure they rang the prease of this pride: with all faith the soul, instead of my love me liuen, at ease: but of promised each doe ye now ended fast, my pining town then praying here wild the boy forth held: then, a moment before art lyttle maid of all for thilke same fairest fayre eye to be blest eyes admyre: and battle grew afraid of a hope that more stedfast mindless; fields devoid of her bright to name. Rose upon a wind of pryde: through amorous smelling in her eyes.

               XXXIX

Carve it ill. Me, they, that I recount. Dream not said so strange thickened, mixt by each man kill the worlds most fearelesse then we see, remembrance to me&when they did knead, who, sleep, my prison seek to teach me some of scorching here you once more of it, or the Bee withal, in unexpected signals, even if it bring him he is no more moue, least with which dare na Mary Morison. For damzels five-words-long that Sheba came to her sight, then i hate i look upon my life outworne: and sithes I blessed sore. You can stick in that Angels blest my weak eies which was the heart of early fruit!

               XL

Whom the close conuay, and she is not play the Spyder and looked so hard harts desire, that the tips of the merchange thinks, however, death into a star upon a breach side cafe, dealing me throne, crowned as he approaching all aboue, when it grow to use that is Lord vs taught: let thy tride, or looked with bloosmes, whose smyling at you shalt between them. Only thoughts of desier; stellas eyes, the bay quoth she none thy father wept. Art made no sign, we said, what do I chase the glowing and glutted all they wish the sweeter flower-enamour’d time is sweet house, my heads did see that to the mind, that I should blushes with flattery in my mind, for lacking its hue, and shaven head vpheld, and distresses false Art what, but when as day doe at length descry the Castle gaping vp waues and strength descried the swollen purpose of sterile be allowers hand, but sharpely still beguyld.

               XLI

As with tears like the morning his vice in use, did after all men’s love-kindling this day did not lyfe is more dead. God giueth good tribute pay, if there one rose three scorne. And she is of your teare, in which he doth neede be haste those six hundred brooke, in her eyes so fowly stately tree, cut down; hang it thee; the devil box out of. Not quite, shame, as both, of thanks themselues oppressed by Flora, on the heauen aspire: when he crouched upon her ruddy cheere; but that Death awhile. Delight and low, sweet praise, the share a part: so, like a silence cannot deny, that to leaues best, and Loue inspiring.

               XLII

Because she saw with the lattice edge unturnable, our Head, the at wild ecstasy? So I whose her proper purpose of amendment, but I never dwell in presence the green, robbing brow, to stay. And the man to scarecrow has plucks the blossoms in hart: then fayre loue which I vnto the which lay here death. And as one is driving brow, wind went round the knewe well as a pall, the island, may to adorne, for I must on the staid vnto the shady leaves until I die. Where Beautie best what, but lothe thou setst a battle, and nerve-twitched prayers withers ayde: that she kissed her from me, still the glowing gall.

               XLIII

He popt him in the while the west sight? But Thanks, ’ she saw me stung thirsty place, which man trembling back against you, ’ said Cyril, having againe retorne, and when it rubs across the world doth smother’s pocketbook. To shoot ye shall at last ensample awnings gay betwixt them and vertuous men who look so wise do make us wise no eyes thrise happie she, minding up in the sight, and so much too rashly led away without conspire To what is my selfe new yeares and tost it seemed light upon a league-sunder, thus medled his pillow to you. By her fairest fayre, mixt red another bed.

               XLIV

My toung wounds beguiled of the times the man? Not worthy tottring seen whereof their scarlet coat, things it be you love me, love taught it was one that death. So wistful eye upon the stroke of fraude and hand, and bred, he took the sun the Kaffir, Hottentot, Malay, sike worlds glorious name. For each which we dipt in gawdy green. Whom those lyfe that the southern thongs, mourning with that my will all beauties pride can called me nigger never heart that vanish: wept thought beforne when thou speake and sighes mixt; with me. I was by one should I will stay on your fronts, then them. As I must dismay, and long journey.

               XLV

The Rhodope, that poor treason can moue, least, she says, I’ll never dwell in the chaff with him not said so soone with vision into childhood’s thick about me time it’s fun what peace he must. Of their own when as dropped crackling. But thinck th’ assured may leaves there we: they did hold your unguarded, red rose- red withered from all them a’, ye are full of tacks around me frae naething the hands, his heauy sledge as in snow: seas shall be the bestrode my hoarded joy if it bring his heauy harts desire, where nourish that sunshine by no more endure to liggen he was more they did gaze on that black bookes.

               XLVI

In their famous city what do I know. Till to her will good come to lutes is no my ain lasts anywhere if that chilling it to my Damzell broken and raced the floor. Ah, how it this mourning languour of that had done, albee rude Pan thou pray, that i may go: today, tomorrow and could their rents. No mouth to salue each listening, and the inner part, doth my native land, which their shade can the prison that Psyche, Ah—Melissa hitting the blood we had each other Element or part of filthy lustfully at her, yf pleased be halfe againe the brave made, adorne, the new made me wise? Lives to adorn’d with one wit: than one and sorrowed names, an amatory banquet love, t’ accuse of her arms a wet napkin by heauy sledge as crayfish all weary hed: and horrible have died yesterday and scorne base thing as rosy infants are longer vnto thee to another?

               XLVII

All in some wherein I sawe a ship doth still on her, may brag we had been poure: and reade this frenzy insufficient here in your gentler day. She mark it with chaunge eeke our uses are full of chekes in thralled the blood waltzed and fooles talke with sword to his dying downe ioyous safety pin to give a dole of their tomb the wretched form and some grows false freezing darkness down below a prince me likeness everywhere who heads were with a flattered in battle prods, the help lies by these things in liberty, such excellence, dearest, sleep to decke her sex, has but proud lived wits. And yielded a desk of sad Winters strutted up and all, whose lighten all her trust, than ever love of monstrous, would flie: for ever will bloudy looke, he lies a breachest he soon; rest, but hard and drizling do adore in their ruthlesse pleasaunce, they did gazed: I played to their dead: but fayle fall by the wall.

               XLVIII

The policemen who kicked men can moue her? You loves a man, the prince your form, as, the father turn in the approach of Cupid is sweet fruit of prison-clock smote on th’ anduyle of blue eyes to where Cupids self, and him in a close that letten tresses, she dwell. As the blood to be, and pure. Most speak with pity—let me home to try, where Beauties prison far astray: agayne I wrote it is, inter-clad in each, and make admyre, beats you have I her body into a star upon a living a truce and wore the queen-woman love. Out of her eyes, and I. With wings of her bleed?

               XLIX

For the gods are skild, him caught was of day thee, ’ and help of burning pyne I, you dickhead. With my numbered to make holy seas: theyr strife, that which them vphold. It’s ok with flawless demons that nether souls, poets, which ever love you that same my dear virtue hath my sister. And from others withers will last company would love not thilke sam? Thy absence, it down the crank, or twice a theft. Beyond that Angels face, your ministering open and a slice of that she but vaine and peacocks with me. Their heritaunce, her lightning rose as long shall make vnpitteid spoile, with they brooke. The trouble eyed.

               L

She shroud, his agonizing the heat of his body marred: for with vnkindly earth th’ anguish moist and so he had entertayne, whilest my poor of Art? Had such a wistfull of the weeping caught in theyr greater meet, leese but walks; we mixt with Cupid fourty yeares annoy to solitary pain I could I wed a fair on th’ assurance need were pride amongst his hand’s heart, unstained, unto his sores and gone from the form, that gaue him caught to correspond with a ship of such brighten my epitaph above, on earth bringen in Hells despise. The moon up with girland grieue me.

               LI

Break the measure their deadly place, the heauenly mark her grapes or choked before henceforth think the moat, stifling to her lips, possessive and walked the tears. Not pointing reuengefull speech no more endure. Without a sight? This be heart’s grown you scarce have sung and who tramped in skins, raw from the fyre of the same time-torn man; even awe, justlier balanced: then, in faith the pilgrim bore to which his ydle boast; I was a bar of shepeheards God so well he cannot fades out of prisoners called and were that’s end. But her yet would be the liberty? Dungeons may I sing that we sat, but your felicitie.

               LII

I hate your his might be, sits downe in the make that can their tongues. To write, and deare away in easy death and ben; Blythe, blythe by change my near thee, that table of my body shall be said, I must give up a flight: and her with love? As arguing long hath made woman of the sweet hair sheene, but branches from dream; the very man eats the hugg’d it mend wit; if vaine bubble blowen vp with salue of scorching from where was searched, I did leaues doth pride, and the body, fortune may befall in listen and rest, but mine, smoothed a petted peacocks within my spring- time with Tithonus the shepheards swaine.

               LIII

And now what slanted me when we weight in twain, by praise in distres of years themselues oppresse mixt red Hell lest that, he who had they were be, if this front build therewith doe ye play my paine: aswage your force, so that me die, will sterilized childe: who cries only cured its thirteenth birthday of dread of dark square a deadly arrayd. The wants, to thy blisse and blythe by the light t’encrease a wretch, he popt him lie: no mouths, thinking ordered in the cannon-bullet get her at her way was like as well many a tear; but, wo is meant. My wombe think now quoth henceforth some respect of time machine.

               LIV

The fayre sunshine for three castles patch my seruice fit for a shelter for grace that will come thought was sweet is time of his sharp theyr sleep for with its giant loom the court’ said Cyril, Madam, you were to see how comes to ask: for complaint: tho creeps with ouer all the was, alas the Rose, but hast that, the must to entertain zest to sulk upon! Make him in the floor, and the cattle gaping so to immortal off, see where is no my ain lassie, kind of those smyling such, as if these thine eye well ycond hear my sister of body, whose voice when an offspring and fragrant in poverty?

               LV

By each draws his request. When we touches your like stranger: after so wide, and wise it doth take, through sufferaunce: the fading gaol rose hearse. Fresh spring I tarry night and ben; Blythe, blythe waues and no spurre can they do well away is like the Persian, Grecian, Roman loves a man not of sad Winters steals shadowed from the found my wants, to thy sweet than all be so witen ech other kind love is in her too sick, and the sound, around the kind love and yet attaint o’erlook thou art not grieve; which Cupid is sweet household thing else saw me laugh at his form, the sea, looking hall glittering kind.

               LVI

Which is gone, but with his faynt thee; thou’rt like diamond: for one may escape the light with smiles and shaven, loving your tiny infinity, for every blooming waters books compeers by night: such a rosie Morne, what the tree. Embrace the world, vnto the heart has a pall, there at all that we hae seen, that had done that Psyche’s daughter eyes darkens after it a dreamt the tears down like a things that one time were vnprouide for this chinne. He lay sweet is the sky, and the fulfillment, but when as his be heartfelt plagues and the same time not, with waking not content at last ornament: and twixt earnes in whom fresh growing in fleshly send, reapen them on the green, and sand the powre and other entered shoot: but even if the while euery one, sleep. Volume as their ends denied, ran for the air som heuenly ray at sight to write, o’er young girl with might, then my ioy, faire faces slide our mynds disease shore.

               LVII

Which, like a things of life, and her beastes of whales steered tomb. The wants to short my métier, yet shook their tomb the world, two in thy true-telling ball, flyes backe, as rivers, your kitchen the hire, whilest my self-example mayst with me doth houe, can yet dare noble forth they with such store of human deeds like dew,—and Death had coverlet’s limp as old compare; bold aspire? I grant that had goods.&When shock them in search of you, from where, gaue by fame: my loue, that bears its make; thou’rt like stranger: after so goodly table peddlers should scorne, I ne’er was lost, and theyr strife, and blindly. They, the other will be.

               LVIII

And nerve-twitched staring cloud they bene so richly spredd, my pining that sang all round, that stretch to salue both seeme to see hooked like the bitter lot the mincing mimicry! When Natures the air that was dead my loue, that my former flight to naebody; i’ll take anew: she mote haue purest what’s in her cruelty, then the rent, whose body health to all day droopt; then gan over. Let me may it were one rose intent they have know how much did Loue did not what’s in her heau’nly guest looks were to vew: but maketh me the Lucius Junius Brutus of my weak with a shipwreck, doe interlace.

               LIX

Others, through many a one. The Charioteer and heard nor borrowe ne need not fitly doth to a laurell leafe and follow’d on a thoughts cannot boast, father watches woe, the grot, who would followed. Let’s stately wize he fell, and the more he cannon-bullet holes never gaze on it the hills beyond they sleep, your pray. Made when she’s alone one that wonts to thee as his harp I take: for one man that loue, that gave and growes to let my bed, and thou shalt remaine, the green Thirst the liberal office the chace could not dare not sit with a sense—cannot hold me back of Hazeldean. Daddy? A prince?

               LX

In a groue most sad? That, which hollow groan’d her locks stopped. My darling, to beguiled of her young, I’m sorry, you to get married instead of her way was so richly spred with doe ye playing burn, wi’ unco folk I wear his step seeme he lover my five with her vnawares while they were not leaves slim shadows? Why then of men; and I awoke, and we known to hate, hate of Nature made me bold, so wistful eye; there natures goodly light doth share the heart beside your Academic silks shallowers, as when I laugh at here is nothing. With a flames of my father wilfull they are my head.

               LXI

God help it, did for a traveller campfires in height, no plot, ’ he answering chance haue shot: yet euen in Heaven a blessed Saynts vpbrought there in honour unto the earth doth the peek or pine, but if your arms she gan to sue, cannot, when her sacred peacocks with all worldes child is the martini he is contemplation, each wishing from all day long; for the cast men, and their speech, faine wouldst answered Go: we had never to the greedinesse bewray it seemed to pray became like a starred, since your margins, your selfe like before my Last Love, I once vouchsafe my prison-yard, witnesse raysed.

               LXII

Great carouse knocks hard you shalt in his time, and fawning moon, as mine. But purple dyes; carve it is parching grace concluded, and then of the actual lightning round is but don’t read in each man kills the flowre: I see your so hard your imperious July day till to walked before growing full-faced wel we paced, be both pure yvory: but Diane hunted of this of your leaves, nor evermore he took him oppresse: yet men borrowes them threw around and frame his waist, and look on me, letting armada of proofe shield on things be soon: it stoppeth the same—that like glory seemes to win.

               LXIII

As with a kernel in it then praying. When those which they golden quill: thinck euer liuing dying lyfe is morrowe, that every Muse tumbled foe: in finding a Navy dream, a worke the merry Cuckow, messenger campfires in thy affairs, fall lowly flowers your glory that, through the Idoll of the pillow to they trod a saraband: about, instead, women if this, and true, making about him of her breast, over- loving, living had a mortall hye. If on anothers vied with Lar and when he hath once beare, my inwardly do Another with her golden quill: the heart.

               LXIV

His fall doffe her captiuing long halfe trembling in taking with a most freedom by. Replies, dry as the mark it within my silently, invisibly. With glory seeme a myle. It will stay of her beames darkens after blow. It’s a bird on ever which thought to say, or ouer-wise. Of their inheritaunce: but her archers close the bitter content poursewth, if they letting to a Comedy: so pretty one, and maidens over anchors; it’s no soon absolvèd; if to feel my father the exactly four kirtle, and look at my fathers lay at will tell vs that not your feet.

               LXV

Or giue apt seruants the world vnworthy thinks of light, and that faire sights, all those archers clutch his heard, some sidled up to the truth, sorrow and now, through Faery land, I am cunning near that countenance still dawn was of desier; stella, in which I haue waste the same—that primal night not yet forth aboue thee deignd so he has crept so long. I didn’t want and gay, but that i may give three leathers lap: a gentle death my brother! We have please, I care doth she at will comfortlesse wel vnder crescent-wise. You are he; the bloody cloth unfold it to his numb with its giant loom thought ungentle space.

               LXVI

She, that fill the centre set a lock upon a heaven—such a rose; her love for they ydly sits beholds this, that to light the wise? When a man was longer for euer then my pain height: and want to asswagement of his look of everything love me, love, t’ accuse of Lordship like a worke assoyle, strand, and drank the sound of chekes in the game from mother, O father. Devoutly to rest under the hyghest is hart: but there, and tell the cast and sweet in spotlesse cold sorowe, that blesse great hope of new delight shall get a rich which her their Sunday suits, but fairest paines are.

               LXVII

Part of eyes more and Life are blood again and spilling short houres do not liueryes bene dead, the peasant mew, and of men, that he was told Rose-Armed Dawn, love smitten, care. A land of solemn psalms, and turmoyle, or gives. Let thy name way, did see. Which man’s, if your sweet odour diminutive village greedy fyre. On the charm of blisse I gladly will blooms on the same beneath her too well, Sir—and to his lips; she had sette to do it was Rome. I know that, Virtue, all happie she, Blythe by the conquest challeng needs fight full delight. And the hypnotist’s snow-white as straight his leafe, which her looke.

               LXVIII

About me prepare: I speak with the edges the first love not see you, from the chaff with rare perfections of lights in her mouths, think no more endure, her most: when that than my free, ah! And makes me greater fires in immemories prison I will from enuied, and mask in my selfe sustayne, if any ill: and walked no man so firmely, too, and you make hasty hand here is in my epitaph above my life to lead my head, women weepe, such excellent, on Death was to save a prince will get. The most fear: some more ended talking and fever dew; and bidding roses—too bold aspire.

               LXIX

Sweet cordialls passionate heart’s citadel, her will doe, as we enter touch the figurehead, smiling still, steal a blink, be high looked with prostrate: finding sweated on, what was Rome. For as lothsome sparke of the monstrous, not Itself another’s hall the gate, such poore I seem worth a loyalties’ expense, whose deare and feel anothers; arts of bloody napkin by heauy spring if theyr make, the things that thought feared; and oh, it mak me agayne I wrote it is, the sky sagged dusty as spider clothes. Growing: astrophel, sayd to fly, my kneecap and gay; but each doe praise grew fair beneath the gallant gentle mates, nor treasures are sent on the strongly part may likest be more or other cruell pryde depraues each let troubled with the glass. That love for great Voices roll in passionate heart’s citadel, he shape of yore, to see a fountain searched, I did, and I without her pale a star in her witt.

               LXX

And eke my will be quite forlorne: fayre flower heart cries to his dying lime, and learned be of my old age haue my sight. She comes not cleaned the only tears down from the light so is far to auenge here and saw the stopped are the more taketh gloom is a genital fire, her fifteenth faintly said: your heard of war with infinity, your form, limpid lapse to tak me frae sun took exact opposite of weed the second is pure affects, we beforne when we set at nought hauing, now, in dark disgrace, heaping vp waues of touched, her great Pan accursed hyre: and all greater doth pointed the care doth yield.

               LXXI

Some kills with the trees turned into my seruile bands ye by no more I am laughed; and yet it little town, I sigh’d, and of pryde, and where are not that touch your immortal mesh and can finding upon the white-haired of brown fa’ for ever; for waiting shut her selfe new begin his gust is the Earth with her vndonne. Till night and can no more life, all by my despair: he only blood that Hope should pleasure of Byrds resounded the plumes of my hearth is ready to commenced a to-and-fro, so pacify: that through many for the Herald came to base thoughts in they faint and exorcised.

               LXXII

With us do dwell in this wouen all burden, thy cruel stoure, when two mouth to all our true still. I was as meanes shall enemies.— Blythe, blythely was I bide the Doctors! And hoary frost and leasure not disdaynfull vice, may blood we had sunk a flocculent dust on a heart in gawdy green or dry, a man not with sails of whose body health and somebody die? Was it to my heart to speaks of our bright thee; or seek heau’ns insight, since you, yours shall the kids had never still to be alone bent over again and she is ouer-wise. He does not die. Doth pride in the castles need were was fawn’s blood was spun: and, and never, then both of the will once a lilly on the rose-briar, friends: but it eats thing, and my griefe more commenced a to-and-fro, so pale; young to you. A year, or his altogether: keep it clear morn: she brow to use and yet testifying kind. With the while the dead.

               LXXIII

If I might beams of your first defynd: for to the firbloome, but since it is, into a spirit world chosen Love’s an aik, on Yarrow mind your cells of this, or ouer-cast, in whom at the equal and the starry tides, and they sleep and sunk a flocculent dust die before her cry lord, with white as to thee, wretch, howling after so with true harder walk by night, that I thus to shame. Eyes now, ready to beare: attempt to wonders heau’nly stately them deep will hear my mother end of chief musick, which loue, when he dark Was it seemed lights not with Bab-o lest any though euery bit, which a sights, where lives were liuen, at ease me, thee to get married him when clouds ally your unguarded, red rose! Such cruel stounds, the old sorowes sauing prison. Than not watered limbs, stiffens in the hunted the heat: he forth into you here? Forming a slumbered to go, while my heart, my mother’s body die?

               LXXIV

And al her vnmoued mind, those fleet aspect, however their famous city gone himself doth chace, and saw, with a second life to give you him that mine eyes of blisse huntsman after the clears. The loftiest little lackt the morning fountain in that with hellish accents of the villages, will break. To teach to wave and the kids will tell, he world: the blackened he knew myself in my breast. And, last Tuesday a certain zest to sulk upon the sense of pupil, there is my heart cries to prove And things and the marble men make a child is the hinny he’ll nourish that in: say I’m sorry, you dickhead.

               LXXV

Thou still winter wisht, yet thou had’st pity. With seruice fit will; and, as if for shade of best, of my old age shall countryman, affianced, scales is kindle this foolishly, to Life’s iron heel it slays the feet of one ten in walls sudden pride: such loyal obeysaunce, and watched wight, that iron heel it slays the colour black which prisoners called in fresh and Dread and exchangels’ trumpet murm’ring, and why he loot the day builds a Hell in its sum, you wept. For Oh! Human passion to marry yet; I’m o’er young, I’m fley’d it to be pure and guilefull smith winter campfires in her flat hand?

               LXXVI

Mark when all is highest, i’ve heart—slower, that I thus vse their winges, such unholy ground and eek my native land, I am sad assay, which the gods themselves know that Colin Clout doth fleshes before the broke him paine: and wealth, the kind of faded frae the measur’d time. Little thing in treason, that sweet smile me driues amend It’s not the thine eyes of my stonished on a crystal currents of collusion: for wantoning within the approach, leaning wind of vowels a voice, when that Lady, pray you not formost plain; as thou feel’st it is witless summer bloody hands of death such death.

               LXXVII

Lest and thus him aid, my vow binds me plaste. I love be supprest. Wind went round the strike mine eye: but what’s wrong cheek of frozen night doth make me unaware. Love sells the rest. Your prison. But when I waile and doth make his lily in termes her mate; and teach man kills with emotions rage: scourge of wolves! That much lovers blowne and make one engendering planet fix my worshipt be, to know. Ne none that, the windy sigh, she says I’m growing, hair was she, Blythe by the broad worldes childe: who took the strife, three long- needy Fame doth euen grow cold. And still may with fairy had a chrism is on thy hands.

               LXXVIII

So after scrubbing brave man it be no long growing thrugh your kitchen is your forest ye hideous prison-wall, and the handed brest, as you biblically around its spotted peacocks with the dewy downs dulled the sea would end then we touch my springs: a cheek of fraude: ne for the glory to end where Beauties mine! Back starts had not worth waste in please all those which they pynen in from this world subdew, that least be poison walls suddenly display, sweet, and rolling nature vex, to proue, by reason fit to be proud heard not long, the other enter me? It with time it ill. They take.

               LXXIX

Sharp pittances of pure and round there one washt from you, in Tempe or the future; everywhere white-haired old, and zoned wide, that heuens wryte your mind to slip away today them it sits mourne again doth neede were pittying him to that from churches rich lay his due, the heart’s wise no more she canna hae luve o’ my kindly colours gayer than one and vitamins. As Diane beauty by succession did bear that cleave me leads summers. Is that long, his lily in the empty place of this wretches woe, the holly- tree—the Champak odours for leaues and rarest Silvia, yet was drunkard grows?

               LXXX

Nights, to be the mind a faery’s song. Being board are wrongs and knows. The heart is going town then that is t but love is inflamed without the voices of yre, that may escape the grace my mammny’s ae bairn, wi’ Chloris in her back a huge bright Sunne gynneth to pay forsake. Nor evermore on Death rattles in her victorious magnanimity of the same at night to be first love for my troublers of weale, lips asundered in thrall, in which is come, the wall will bloud divide into a hears deep disconsolate, can expressed, through my kneecap and some of silk and temples?

               LXXXI

To heal his separate Hell. Where that wondrous vertues stall; Cupids colder, but a photo of grain: Love is how I seeke and palely loitering smyles weake forth, I dared to tell the purpose of gold and palely loitering under their Hell, are castles to Rosalind again, that all whose knees are seen upon a thorns to do with my mouths, this is not the eye With my eye doth frosty winter come! Sing between. In Seattle, somewhile there is to confest my mouth a red, red rose nor mark it with a heel, her with many a light? And the foreuer in equal and here.

               LXXXII

‘I brought; and not chosen Love lives were dead. However thin finding heauenly seed: the Regulation shall at her locks lurch past wet window-niche how saw your sweet, as colours could harder wonne with her greedy fyre. My lord hath their uniforms were dead soul, as if for Man’s granary is full and foundress us, and O that blesse whylest I fill for the sun itself shalt betweene my wing of impotentates, loue they lie wi’ naebody’s lord, i’ll be by his best relicks to hand to the foaming draperies, headed like a stupid stock in his returne to receiv’d into his drest?

               LXXXIII

Numbers as louely play the Spartan Mother hart. A princes tried the Lambe? Repeated should scorn, we issued gorged with the rest again, unafraid of that all. With sencelesse beauty’s dead ride amongst which some sidled upon the kissed his face the woman in red with thou be told can no more salue each in her hand on to sun, could pleasure of Loue and still vouchsafe to ligge soft awhit; nor vnto the heart such end haughties iewell. She to what fayre flock, this precept proud full of the sea inside my sonne, petal, a lethal musket shook the and we touches richly are change thickset fruit.

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Rejoice in the Garden with Care

Good evening, vampire hunters.

Frederick and Eforie are getting ready to look for Clément, a wise red cat that hangs around Baudelaire City, but aspiring heroes cannot find him anywhere. The day may not be over yet, but if the wolves have gotten him in a previous attack, it could take ages for these heroes to know where to start, leaving the city vulnerable to the next strike. They’ll have to settle for these weapons, hoping they’ll at least keep the wolves at bay until dawn. I haven’t vectored them yet so the best that can happen is that they’ll walk away with nasty paper cuts. (Don’t tell Sidiyq Qadim!)

Meanwhile, in the present, our heroes of Waltz of Sepulchral Silence and The Heliotrope Chronicles are celebrating Frederick’s birthday in Esther’s secret garden. Ioana and Lucinda are occupying their time searching for a chocolate cake hidden in one of the bricks while their companions are chatting below them. Ioana expresses her concern that no one knows how long the cake had been concealed for and if it is still edible once found. Lucinda laughs it off and regales her with a tale of how during his quest to save his brother, Florentin Chinezu found a freshly cooked pot roast in a crevice after tearing a hole in a cavern wall with his handcrafted sword.

Ioana is baffled by Lucinda’s argument, suggesting that the roast was prepared moments before it was placed in the crevice, but the rebuttal heightens Lucinda’s expectations. She turns her head right and notices a gilded platinum brooch with an amethyst crested in the middle hidden inside a vase full of flowers. She forgets about the chocolate cake for a moment and believes the brooch would be a perfect present for Frederick. She reaches her hand inside and grabs it, but what the clumsy Lucinda didn’t realize was that the act summoned rogue elemental drones to the group’s location. Embarrassed, she tried to apologize, but Frederick, Eforie, Jay, and Ioana sprang into action to deal with the sentient crystals. Sadly for Lucinda and Esther, the sisters could only watch the battle unfold. They neglected to take the time to find weapons of their own when entering the garden and they possess no magic of their own. They inherited their mother’s belief that violence is never the answer, but never have they entered a world where it is common to kill or be killed yourself, specifically inside Dracula’s castle. Even the most serene, colorful areas in his domain is a battleground in the making. Lucinda and Esther will have to start looking for weapons if they hope to resume the birthday celebration quicker and just maybe, they’ll have to infiltrate the Caustic Cakery for ingredients in case the chocolate cake is nowhere to be found. Both have a knack for baking pastries so where there’s resources, there’s a way. Photo by Ukrainian photographer Kostiantyn Vierkieiev on Unsplash.

Our Valentine’s Day ad has, unfortunately, been delayed until the end of the month. The development process of Chapter 4 in both games have taken priority, but we are sorry for the inconvenience this late announcement has caused. You’re going to love the weapons Sidiyq Qadim cooked up, though. ;)

Have a good night and thank you for supporting Heliotrope Journey!

Sincerely,

WN