#look at me shaking off the art rust!

[multiplanetarysystem]

"...You act like you've never seen white hair before. Could you stop staring, please?"

[bleaksqueak]

Oh wow, I didn’t realize i still had the sketch/unfinished layers for these backgrounds… thought they got lost

[m1d-45]

the scars, the wound

summary: heizou has two important skills: his intuition and his martial arts. he prefers not to use the latter when working on cases, but what happens when the first fails him?

word count: ~2k

-> warnings: mention/implication of violence near the end.. minor spoilers for heizou lore?

-> gn reader (you/yours)

-> if this looks familiar, it’s a rewrite of this. i didn’t think i posted that draft because it was in need of so much improvement when i recently re-found it, and didn’t realize until after already posting this… whoops.

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heizou’s intuition is wrong, for once. it’s impossibly unlikely, something he can’t remember happening before, but it’s the only logical explanation.

he’s walking through ritou, taking a minor detour along the beach. why, he’s not certain, but some string in his stomach insisted he went. and so, following his intuition, he did.

at first, it’s sand. as all beaches are. he finds himself scanning the shore for anything strange, kicking at a few odd looking rocks. he even checks a few times with elemental sight, but all he gets are the faint wisps of hydro lingering on the sand. not that that meant much—his elemental affinity was never the highest, kazuha was far more reliable for this sort of thing—but normally he could at least gather a general idea of what his mind was trying to tell him… but not this time.

no, when he saw you sitting in the sand, it was the last thing he could have expected.

he stops, squinting a bit. the sky is darkening, approaching dusk, and he was meant to be going to a meeting with thoma. to bother a random civilian and make himself late wasn’t ideal, but to scare you off if you were a criminal could possibly be worse. so, he approaches quietly, noting the way you turned as he did.

and then he recognizes you, all at once. your face was reflected in the posters plastered all over the city, in word-of-mouth descriptions from other officers—you’re the one the whole world’s been looking for. your skin is dirty and your clothes could certainly use a few hours with a needle and thread, and paper doesn’t quite capture the blank look in your eyes as well.

still, he crouches down with a wave, crossing his arms on his knees. “hey there! detective heizou of the tenry-“

“i know you.”

your voice sends a chill down his spine. it pulls at something deep in his core, his soul screaming that you are friend, not foe. briefly, he wonders why he stopped here at all, and then shock hits him like a punch to the gut.

for the first time in a long time, his instincts were wrong.

wrong, because you’re a fugitive.

his smile turns strained, unable to shake the feeling that he’s doing something wrong despite knowing he’s within full legal right. his skin prickles, and he digs his nails into his arm guards to keep steady. “do you? gotta say, i can’t blame you. my name is flung around quite a lot.”

you’re tense but not running. you know him, you know who he is, so…

blank eyes peer at him from under the overgrown shags of your hair, half-lidded and tired. his mind constructs a metaphor without his asking, as if attempting to make sense of something far more complex than you; jewelry, rusted and ancient, luster long lost across the years.

he almost feels sympathetic, but he’s not sure why. he should hate you. you fly in the face of everything he stood for—truth, justice, his creator—but he can’t find the will to do anything to arrest you. he knows he could apprehend you in an instant, between his skill and your exhaustion, but he doesn’t. and he doesn’t know why.

it bothers him.

“so, what’re you doing on ritou? need any help getting a permit to the rest of the island?”

he tells himself he’s asking because doing that would force your hand, not because he wants to help. that’s ridiculous. when did he start thinking this way? has he caught a cold, by chance?

“no.”

“then surely there’s a more comfortable place to be than the beach?” what’s he doing? why does he care? who cared if sand plastered your skin, if you got sick from being outside? “tides get pretty high around here, it would do you good to find a place to rest.”

you look out to the sea, some of the tension leaving your body. it’s not relaxation, more like surrender. “i don’t have anywhere to go.”

his chest is beginning to feel oddly tight.

it’s like he’s seeing the stars themselves in your eyes despite the darkness and the fact that that’s not possible. there’s a small shimmer to them, the sun itself contained inside, a glow that shows when they flicker over him like you’re pulling out all of his secrets. he’s not sure why he wants to give them to you. “i’m sure you know that, though.”

he does, he knows, he was at the meeting with kujou sara and the rest of the police force. he was the one she pulled aside to personally ask he put his full attention on it—as if he hadn’t already the second she mentioned his god—and he’s heard of the stories from the mainland. he knows everything, he’s read over every single report he could get imported, and yet every word you say feels brand new. when you say ‘you’ it feels like you’re the first person to ever lay on him, and it’s scary that he doesn’t find that frightening. his mouth is dry, all of his normal quick retorts and easy replies falling out of his reach. he settles for a nod, and you look back to the sea.

you look dull, his mind says, pulling on all of his vocabulary to try and connect a sentence together that properly describes it. your entire form feels… fleeting? no, not that. impermanent, maybe, like fog. so dense from afar, yet vanishing once he gets close. you’re… everywhere, a mist lingering in the air, waiting for him to look away so you can take a solid form again.

are you a youkai looking for a bit of fun? perhaps he’s mistaken. maybe he’d guessed wrong, maybe you’d just stolen another’s face for a prank.

…that’s stupid. since when has that been one of his first explanations for something? no, something’s wrong- he has to get this- this spell off of him. now he remembers, the paper from the alchemist from mondstat, he remembers, he remembers-

he-

he remembers the soft smile on his father’s face, wiping the dirt from his knees. “you must be careful,” he says, careful not to irritate the scrapes with the cloth. “you have been blessed with this mind of yours, but you must be wise enough to use it properly.”

“i’m wise!” he insists, and his father laughs, reaching for the bandages at his side.

“you’re intuitive,” he corrects. “and every day i pray to our god that you to learn the difference.”

heizou tears his eyes away from you, pretending that the sand isn’t blurry.

you’re a fraud. he has to arrest you. you’re tricking the people, you’re impersonating the highest deity, the literal god of gods, youve fooled even his own mind, you have to be stopped. for the good of the world. for the good of the earth. for the hood of his god.

…so…

“why aren’t you trying to kill me yet?”

his heart both flares and breaks, hands twitching for both his cuffs and to hold you close. your voice is so rough, so cracked and tattered and filled with something similar enough to betrayal that it’s paralyzing.

he needs to arrest you.

(he needs to get you water.)

he has to bring you in so the shogun can kill you.

(he has to get you a room somewhere so you can rest. you look so tired.)

his mind is as blurred as his sight, confusion instead of tears muddling his thoughts.

what’s happening? why does his mind like (adore, want, need, worship) you so much, when he knows he has to take you in? he’s been given direct orders, he knows what he has to do, so why can’t he do it? when did he fall for such easy tricks? he’s shikanoin heizou, the most trusted detective of the tenryou commission, and he cannot be swayed by your words. he can’t afford to be.

(it’s not just your words. the air around you is so soft, so welcoming, inviting him to sit in the sand with you until it’s dawn again. he’s at ease in a way he hasn’t been in a long while, even despite the stress of the situation. he should, in reasonable circumstances, be stressed, but you’ve cleared his mind to a simple volley between two ideas: his loyalty to his god, and his newfound loyalty to you.)

he wants to tell you that he’d never want to hurt you. “i try to leave that to the higher-ups” is what he says instead.

you sign, running a shaking hand over your hair. it’s full of sand and salt and needs to be cut, badly. you take an equally unsteady breath, and when you speak you sound like you’re about to cry. “i don’t want to fight you, heizou.”

the way you say his name fills his chest with something hotter than fire and sweeter than honey, a supernova made into sugar and placed into the gap left by his heart.

the last of the sun shines off the water and outlines you in its glow, the only thought in his mind that of your beauty.

he licks his lips—they taste of salt—and forces words to come up. “i don’t want to fight you either.”

it’s the truth, and he hates that it is.

instead of saying anything else, you stand, and heizou scrambles to follow. he tells himself it’s because he needs to be ready to run after you. that’s it. that’s all. you take a step away and he is quick to match it, transfixed as you pick up a long wooden staff, akin to a walking stick. it’s taller than you are, and he’s not sure how he missed it laying beside you.

“you’ll lose your job if you don’t, detective.”

he might.

heizou blinks.

…he won’t.

no… he won’t.

facing you head on, the acceptance in your eyes is clearer, like you knew it would come to this. his hand drifts to his baton hesitantly, and sees your grip on the wood. it’s splintered, he notices, likely a piece of driftwood you found along the beach.

why is he waiting? why is he stalling?

he’s let this go on for too long already. he’s being ridiculous. this is wrong. it’s his job to take in criminals and he’s staring at one of the worst, so what is he hesitating for?

against his better judgement, he tightens his hands to fists. he’ll be gentle, he promises himself, but it doesn’t soothe the storm in his head. he‘ll be careful, but it doesn’t change the fact that he’s still likely to hurt you. maybe by the end of it, if he’s clever with the use of his vision, you’d barely have a bruise. did you even know how to fight properly? you don’t seem all that confident in your weapon. at least that’ll make his job easier, right?

he’s stalling again.

heizou takes a breath. against his intuition, he takes the first swing.

[sdr2lovemail]

Tamayo with a nonverbal demon! reader? they too were saved by Tamayo & works with them like Yushiro.

Silent affections (GN Reader)

Synopsis: Just some short cute fluff with Tamayo.

Notes: Implied poly relationship, I named this doc "Tamayo and Yushiro throuple?!" I'm trying to scrape the rust off, I'm in such a idea drought. Booooooooo!

Requests are open!

The sterile scent of disinfectant is the first thing you sense after waking up. Your eyelids are heavy, and they’re a chore to open. With blurry vision, you look around the unfamiliar room. Nothing catches your eye except the shape of a woman.

“You’ve awoken. If you can hear me, blink once.” She seemed to relax a little upon receiving a sluggish blink.

She looks at you worriedly, kneeling beside the futon. With glove-covered hands, she inspects your bandages. “You must be confused. My name is Tamayo. I’m a doctor. Someone had attacked you in the city. You’ve sustained severe injuries.”

Tamayo sighs and removes her gloves, setting them aside. “I’m going to be honest. I can only see these wounds getting worse. While I hope it won’t come down to such drastic measures, I have a way to cure you. Though, that is only a last resort. In the meantime, I will do my best to heal you.”

For the next few weeks, Tamayo would routinely check up on you, changing out your bandages and offering medicine. Her assistant, Yushiro, would stop by to deliver your meals. Though he always glared at you every time he was in the room.

As time passed, Tamayo’s fears were coming true. You were only getting worse. Soon, you would succumb to your wounds. One night, she enters the room with an almost somber look. Your skin had become deathly dull, and your breathing sounded harsh and painful.

Tamayo sits near your weak body, her hands neatly folded in her lap. “How are you feeling today?” She frowns as you give her a sad shake of your head. “Medicine can only do so much. I… I have another way I can help you, but I want your full consent.”

“Yushiro and I are demons. I turned Yushiro myself when an illness threatened to take his life. I can turn you as well. But that means living as a demon. You will no longer be able to go into the sunlight or eat the food you can now; you’ll have to consume human blood. Your way of life will change permanently.” Tamayo explained the process in detail. She wanted you to know what would happen if you accepted.

Her eyes widened when she felt warmth against her skin. You held Tamayo’s hand in a weak grip, smiling softly at her. Your response was a weak nod.

“Alright, I will get to work now.”

“Lady Tamayo! We’ve returned from the market!” Yushiro all but barrels into the clinic, you in tow. “We got the herbs you requested.” The boy’s arms were practically spilling over with bundles of herbs. He insisted that he carried everything.

Tamayo looks up from her papers, smiling at the two of you. “Thank you. Could you bring those into my office?” The words barely left her mouth before Yushiro rushed off to organize everything.

You step in front of Tamayo with your hands behind your back, giving her a little smirk.

“Hm? Do you have something for me?” She sets her papers down, giving you her full attention. With a hum, you lean closer to her, your face near hers. “Ah, I see what you’re asking.” The demon doctor leans in to kiss your cheek, followed by another on the corner of your lips. Her sweet-scented lipstick left pink stains.

Your smile gets wider. From behind your back, you pull out an intricate hairpin. It was adorned with carefully sculpted flowers. The soft pinks and purples match that of her blood demon art. Tamayo takes the pin, tracing over the intricate patterns with delicate fingers. A sense of warmth fills her chest.

“It’s beautiful. You didn’t have to get me anything. Thank you, dear.” She smiled at you, pressing another kiss to your hand.

Taking the hairpin back, you brush your fingers through her hair. Removing her usual pin, you place the new one in the braid. You clap your hands, wordlessly offering your appreciation for how it looked.

Tamayo brings you into a hug, expressing her thanks once again. “I’ll have to get you something in return.”

Returning from organizing, Yushiro sees the two of you in an embrace and the kiss marks on your skin. He rushed forward, shouting and trying to worm his way into the embrace.

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Lucid Dreams of New Orleans: Chapter 7

CHAPTER SUMMARY: IN WHICH Alastor resolves a pest problem.

The last time Lucifer saw his father, he was granted a fragment of His divine power — a punishment in the guise of a blessing — that he might serve as steward of the wayward souls cast down into Hell. It is a cruel gift, designed to ensure that he will always be haunted by his mistakes; Lucifer has endured the past seven thousand years by avoiding its use at all costs. But in the aftermath of the fight with Adam, Alastor’s worsening injury threatens the foundations of his daughter’s dream. Lucifer does what any good father would do: he uses his long-forgotten power to deliver Alastor’s soul from the brink of destruction. In turn, knowing Alastor — with all his sins, past lives, and heartbreaks — teaches Lucifer a little more about what it means to be human.

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New chapter and new art!! note that chapter 6 is an interlude so this takes place directly after chapter 5. Next chapter is dropping in a week as usual!! chapter preview below 📻🍎

All Hell breaks loose the next morning. 

Niffty has, apparently, been keeping a colony of more than three hundred rats in her room — and the prior evening, while Alastor was occupied with his interrogation, she had seen fit to set them loose in the hotel. 

Charlie calls an emergency meeting after Angel Dust wakes the hotel with his — frankly childish — screeching about a rat in his bathtub. 

They convene in the kitchen to assess the situation. Niffty, perched on the counter, snickers and openly admits to releasing the rats for what she terms their playtime. 

A consensus quickly emerges. Niffty is Alastor’s responsibility; so, too, are the rats. 

Alastor’s dominion over the radio is equal parts blessing and curse in his search and rescue operation. If he concentrates, he can hear the shuffling, sniffing, and squeaking of all 312 rats in the hotel — which, while helpful in locating the rats, makes it more difficult for him to plead ignorance regarding those that have wormed their way into the worst predicaments imaginable.

This is how Alastor finds himself on his knees, dismantling the toilet in Husker’s bathroom.

“Oh, Hell,” Angel Dust says — Alastor hadn’t heard him come in, focused as he is on loosening two pipes in the water line that appear to have somehow, in the six weeks since they rebuilt the hotel, rusted together. 

Alastor grimaces. “I’m quite busy.”

“Sure,” Angel says. “Y’know, you ain’t gonna find a rat inside the pipes. They can’t live in there.”

“These ones can. I’ve come to the conclusion that these are not rats — they’re demons, sent from some lower ring of Hell to ruin us. They are relentlessly determined to evade me. And they. Don’t. Die.” Alastor heaves at the wrench with both hands — it budges perhaps an inch. He huffs. 

“Huh.”

Alastor shakes out his aching hands and looks up at Angel. “Can I help you?”

“Oh — yeah, I was just wondering if my bathroom is clear, now, or if I should wait to shower? It’s just, I gotta get to work soon.” 

Alastor listens — one of his ears twitches. 

“It should be fine, if you’re quick,” he says. 

“Right,” Angel says. He takes off at a run. “Thanks!”

Alastor raises a hand in acknowledgement and returns to his task. The pipes have begun to drip around the join, which complicates matters — Alastor did shut off the water before he began this accursed project, but that doesn’t mean it’s not still wet in there. 

Footsteps behind him. 

“Angel. If don’t leave me to my work, I’ll —” Alastor glances over his shoulder — “Oh. It’s you.”

Lucifer stands behind him, smiling sheepishly, his hands clasped behind his back. “I brought you a present,” he says. 

With a flourish, he produces a rat in a golden cage. The creature is standing on its hind legs with its tiny hands wrapped around the bars. At the sight of Alastor, it shrieks in frustration — further evidence that the creatures’ disdain for him is somehow personal. Lucifer places the cage on the tile next to Alastor.

“Thank you,” Alastor says. “That leaves only —” he cocks his head to the side and listens — “Two hundred and sixty-two. Including this one.” He inclines his head toward the plumbing and resumes the miserable task of loosening the pipes. 

“You don’t know a thing about plumbing, do you?” Lucifer says. 

Alastor huffs in irritation — Lucifer leans over him with a smug smile on his face. “Those pipes are heat welded,” Lucifer says. “You’ll be here all day if you insist on using a wrench. Allow me.”

Before Alastor can protest, Lucifer tugs off a glove and places his hand over the join. There is a sizzle, a puff of steam, a flare of heat across Alastor’s face — and the two pipes come apart effortlessly in Lucifer’s hand with a cartoonish and unnecessary pop. Lucifer withdraws, a smug smile on his face — his fingers leave molten orange prints behind on the metal, which fade away after a moment. 

“Show-off,” Alastor grumbles. He sends a shadow tentacle in after the pipe rat — a tiny shriek echoes from the darkness. As the rat emerges, it makes a desperate grab for the edge of the pipe, kicking and screaming. 

Lucifer snaps his fingers; the rat disappears and reappears inside the golden cage with its brother. 

“Your assistance is unnecessary,” Alastor grumbles without any real heat — getting into those pipes on his own was pretty miserable. 

Lucifer smiles like Alastor has just given him a compliment. “You’re welcome,” he says. “Now — I need to get back to it. I just made a breakthrough on a project I’m working on, and I have a meeting this afternoon with the other sins.”

“The project is a rubber duck.” 

Lucifer frowns. “What else would it be?” 

“Just confirming,” Alastor says. “Now, there’s another rat in the light fixture. So. If you don’t mind.”

“Oh! Sure. Good luck.” Lucifer backs out of the room, but pauses in the doorway. “I’ll — I’ll see you later? Tonight?”

“I will be back to collect on our deal once every single one of these infernal vermin are back in captivity.” Each word is punctuated by a further unfolding of Alastor’s antlers — he breathes deeply to bring them back under control. “I expect it will take several days. Enjoy your reprieve.”

“Right. Right. Of course. Okay. See you, Al.” Lucifer ducks out of the room.

Alastor stares after Lucifer in confusion for a long moment. Al — the abbreviation reeks of familiarity. The people closest to Alastor had called him that, when he was alive — does Lucifer share that fellowship now, due to the knowledge he’s acquired? The idea is disconcerting, so he puts it aside and returns to his work. 

It takes Alastor all day to wrangle the first 104 rats. He delivers them into Niffty’s waiting hands, and she welcomes each one home by name. 

He heads for the bar, exhausted, to collect the night’s highball from Husker; then he slips into the shadows and across the hotel to his room. He hangs his coat by the door. His ears twitch — on the other side of the wall is the unmistakable cacophony of a dozen displeased rats. 

He peeks his head through the door. He blinks. Twelve pairs of irate red eyes regard him from twelve golden cages, stacked neatly on his doormat like the misguided offerings of a house cat.

A smile creeps across Alastor’s face. He closes the door gently — he’ll bring the rats to Niffty in the morning. 

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[words-after-midnight]

Boy, @flashfictionfridayofficial, do I ever have a contribution to this one! I've been waiting for an opportunity to share this piece, which I wrote a while back as a warm-up for my wip The Dotted Line's narrator's voice. I polished it up to share. It's technically 123 words too long, so just think of it as 123 bonus words. 😅

For undisclosed reasons I suspect this may be of particular interest to Life in Black and White's beta readers. 😉 @sunset-a-story @joeys-piano @ananarchie @catchingbigfish

IN CONVERSATION ✉️

Stream of consciousness | 1,123 words

I’m told my friend is visiting today.

He visits once a month, on the dot. Tries to, at least. When my will and that of the swine overlords allow it; when boredom or restlessness or the fleeting desire to see a man who thinks I hung the stars coincide with his schedule. When all necessary factors align like celestial bodies in a ritual, I suppose. I see him then.

He visits more than anyone else. More than my father, my wannabe stepmother, my doting long-distance grandmother. Certainly more than the other losers on the outside who've long since abandoned their misguided notions of me. Don’t misunderstand me - I appreciate his dedication, foolish and perplexing though I may find it. Considering how little I offer in return, it’s impressive.

He loves me, you see.

We were close, once, in a sense. I’m sure he recalls it that way. I’m skilled in the art of beautiful illusions; I cannot provide “close,” but I can craft a convincing approximation, which can be useful. It can even be fun. With him, it was often fun. But it’s been years, now, and still he clings to me like a pathetic, starving puppy I cannot shake from my leg. I don't always want to, but sometimes, I do. I find myself of two minds today, like bouncing on a seesaw. Ambivalence declawed.

And so, shortly before the scheduled time, I’m led through the security checks. Clearance obtained, a C.O. takes me down to the basement floor, down a Silence of the Lambs-esque hallway, to the gray-walled room, seventh door on the right from the clanking, rusting metal staircase.

He’s already there when we walk in, as always, sitting stiffly at a table along the far wall, near the vending machines. The room isn’t busy, I note. The wall clock above his head reveals I’m here hours earlier than usual.

Today's escort, Stella, leads me directly to the table. She’s on a power trip, but she's not hard on the eyes - though the whole ‘glorified mall cop’ aspect ruins it. With a pointed glance she tells me, sternly, “You have an hour.”

“Yes, Mama,” I mutter - sardonically, under my breath - as she walks off. It’s doubtful she heard me, but I don’t particularly care either way.

My sorry bastard of a friend, on the other hand, definitely heard me. He chuckles as he stands. “Behave,” he says, in jest.

I grin, self-mocking. “You heard nothing.”

As always, I feign enthusiasm, pulling him into a brief, casual embrace. Yet his arms always hold me a little too long, and squeeze a little too tightly. He thinks I don’t know. It’s hilarious. It’s revolting. On occasion, I’ve begun to regret creating this monster, I think. I think perhaps that’s the expected response.

We sit across from each other at the little white table. He looks at me, smiling. I can tell he still tastes me when he swallows, a nagging aftertaste at the back of his throat.

“How are you?” he asks.

“Sleepy,” I reply, elbow on the table, chin resting in my open palm. “Why’d you come so early?”

He shrugs. “Sorry. Have to be in shape for work on Monday.”

“Still at the same place?”

“Yeah, same place.”

A loud pause that bounces off the walls. Around the room three other tables are occupied, out of about twelve. It’s quiet enough that I can overhear voices, but we’re spread out enough that I can’t make out words. For their sake, I hope their conversation partners are more interesting than mine. A shame, really. He once worked so hard for my attention, but I suppose he’s lost himself over time.

“What’s new?” he asks, breaking the silence. Squirming, though he tries to hide it. It’s like he scrambles to find words in a mess of strewn-about letters. What’s wrong, hm? They used to come so easily.

I lean back in my chair, draping an arm lazily about its back. “Oh, same old, same old.”

“Still working?” he asks.

“Yeah. They’ll throw me in the hole if I don’t.”

“Right.”

The inside of my brain feels like watching paint dry.

“How’s the wife?” I ask.

He smiles. “She’s good.”

“She know you’re here right now?”

His brow dips infinitesimally, like he caught himself a split-second too late. He’s so predictable. It bores me.

“Yeah,” he finally says. “Why wouldn’t she?”

I shrug. Smile. “Dunno. Just figured maybe you wanted it to be our little secret.”

Another pause, delectably tense. His flustered eyes shift downward; mine dart, furtively, to the wall clock to my left. It’s not that I mind the visits, necessarily. They occupy me for an hour - sometimes longer, depending on who’s watching the room - and add variety to a monotone routine too rarely peppered by fleeting chaos. Often, though, the journey to and from the visitation room ends up being the most interesting part. He was entertaining, once, in another time, but now, it’s like he restrains himself. Sometimes I really do wish he would leave for good. It’s not like he has much to offer me now, especially as it seems even our conversations have turned grayscale.

“The table isn’t level,” he comments suddenly.

I force a dry laugh. “No shit. We’re lucky if they stand up at all.”

I glance at the clock again, wanting fleetingly to call the officer over so I can leave - if only so that the walk back upstairs might provide a moment’s respite from the unrelenting, creepy-crawling boredom. It doesn’t bother me that much, to tell you the truth. It isn’t uncomfortable, per se. It’s just always there, near the lower end of my awareness threshold - a low hum, a background conversation that you overhear, but that doesn’t quite capture you.

With an hour spent in mostly dull, meaningless chatter, he finally rises to leave. We hug again - briefly, ceremoniously. He says ‘bye,’ I say ‘see you next time.’

As I’m led from the room, back up the metal stairs and toward a different flavor of boredom, I wonder, bemused, if the expected response might be to take pity on my friend. But why should I? Why should he take it so personally? Why is that my problem? It's not like I get off on being cruel. It's not that I want to not care. I just don’t. Perhaps things would have worked out for him if I were naïve, if I did not know to be ruthless in taking what I want because it’s the only way I will ever get it.

It’s a shame, for him, sure. It's just no one’s fault, but the way of the world. Only the strong survive.

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I have personal headcanon/story attached to the Lee Megatron art.

Optimus was awoken by the sound of Prowl seemingly laughing loudly. He was confused and somewhat interested by the sound he was hearing. He went out into the living area but he kind of wished that he hadn't. The sight that was in front of him was too much to witness.

Bumblebee: Take back what you said! *While violently tickling him*

Prowl: I said what I said Bumblebee! Now stop it! *he continues to laugh and thrash around violently* The other Autobots and Sari wouldn't dare to get in between this. They knew they'd probably end up worse than Prowl.

Optimus: So what happened? *while staring about Bumblebee and Prowl*

Bulkhead: Bumblebee was talking to Sari about how good video games were. And Prowl jumped in a said that video games were a childish waste of time.

Sari: Bumblebee then said "I'll show you a childish waste of time" in a deep and deranged voice. And then he jumped onto Prowl and started to tickle him violently. He's now trying to make Prowl apologize.

Optimus: Mhmmmmmm *while shaking his head slowly*

Prowl: Bumblebee! Get off me!

Bumblebee: Not until you apologize! *He said then he aimed for prowl's most sensitive area. His pedes.*

Prowl: *He starts to giggle and laugh way louder*

Bumblebee: Do you give up yet?

Prowl: No! *Prowl not trying to give up his pride*

*Ratchet gets out of his bedroom and starts walking towards the two. He takes Bumblebee off of Prowl with his magnetic grapplers*

Ratchet: Can you two rust buckets shut the slag up?! Some bots are trying to get status sleep

*Prowl is a giggling mess on the floor. He still hasn't recovered from the tickling that just occurred*

Bumblebee: *pouting in the air*

Optimus: Hmm didn't take Prowl as one to be ticklish *In a contemplative tone*

Bulkhead and Sari: I know. Right?

TIMESKIP TO A DECEPTICON BATTLE

Megatron: You Autobots have the worst forms *while pinning down Bumblebee*

*Bumblebee escapes threw Megatron's legs slightly brushing up against them. Megatron legs buckle a little the sudden touch catching him off guard. Optimus is quick to observe this*

Optimus: hmmmm *while looking at what just occurred*

*Megatron rushes over quickly to try and seek information from Sari about the location of her key*

Megatron: So child..where is the key that the Autobots have so graciously trusted you with?

Sari: I don't know anything! It was stolen!

*Megatron raising his fusion cannon at Sari* "Liar"

*Optimus quickly formulated a plan. Thinking about what he saw this morning. You never know what your enemy's weakness might be so he decided to give it a shot*

*Optimus started to tickle Megatrons sides. A childish but funny plan of attack*

Optimus: Gotcha!

*Megatron tries to stiffen his giggle but a smile is slowly starting to appear on his face*

Megatron: G-get off of me! *Megatron says while trying to pull Optimus off of him*

Optimus: Nuh uh! *In a sassy Optimus like tone*

*A big smile is starting to form on Megatrons face. Blitzwing and Lugnut are looking at them in disbelief. How could the mighty leader of the decepticons be ticklish? They continued to stare in disbelief*

Megatron: Get off of me! *he says while giggling like a tiny little sparkling*

Optimus: Nahhhhh *in a sassy tone*

*Optimus traps Megatron's arms at his sides while tickling his side with the other arm. Blitzwing, Lugnut, Bumblebee, Prowl, Ratchet, Bulkhead and Sari. Could not believe what they were witnessing. The mighty leader of the Decpeticons was getting tickled by their very eyes*

Prowl: Oh wow *In a surprised yet monotone tone of voice*

Bulkhead: I'd never would have thought in a billion stellar cycles that Megatron would be ticklish

Blitzwing: I know *He says while looking at Optimus and Megatron*

Megatron: Get off of me you autobot fool! *He says while laughing loudly*

Optimus: Nope! *He says while tickling him harder in his stomach area*

*Everyone could not believe what they were witnessing. The great leader of the Decepticons was getting tickled and laughing loudly instead of punching the daylights out of Optimus. Megatron seemed to be blushing and flustered at this childish action*

Optimus: I'll stop if you retreat!

Megatron: Okay then Slag!...Decepticons retreat!

*Optimus then lets Megatron go. It seems that Megatron is too tired to transform into his helicopter mode*

Lugnut: Want us to carry you home sir?

Megatron: No. We'll walk *In a serious but embarrassed tone*

Lugnut: Yes Sir

*The Decepticons started walking off*

Bumblee: What a day. Am I right sir? *Bumblee while talking to Optimus*

Optimus: Yeah let's go home everyone *Optimus while somewhat embarrassed that he had to do something as childish as tickling to get Megatron to stop his onslaught or his friends*

Optimus: Autobots roll out! *everyone proceeded to roll out*

Bulkhead: Today was a weird day

Ratchet: Yep

Prowl: Agreed

*everyone was silent that night at dinner*

THE END

Sorry for giving you this long fanfic in your inbox. Feel free to ignore this. Thank you for drawing that Megatron art. I thought it was super cute! Have a great day!

THIS IS SO CUUUUUTE WHAT??? AND ITS BASED OFF MY,ART??? HAHCJEJVJWICOSOBJSKCJEJGKEKVJWKFJ3JJWJJ AAHHHH I LOVE THIS I WAA AMILING AND GIGGLINF THE WHOLE TIME AAEVJWJJ AAAAAAAA!!! TYSM I LOVE THIS I LOVE THIS

[nicholsroy]

IN CONVERSATION ✉️

Stream of consciousness | 1,123 words

Originally shared on my main blog on 22-03-24.

I'm told my friend is visiting today.

He visits once a month, on the dot. Tries to, at least. When my will and that of the swine overlords allow it; when boredom or restlessness or the fleeting desire to see a man who thinks I hung the stars coincide with his schedule. When all necessary factors align like celestial bodies in a ritual, I suppose. I see him then.

He visits more than anyone else. More than my father, my wannabe stepmother, my doting long-distance grandmother. Certainly more than the other losers on the outside who've long since abandoned their misguided notions of me. Don’t misunderstand me - I appreciate his dedication, foolish and perplexing though I may find it. Considering how little I offer in return, it’s impressive.

He loves me, you see.

We were close, once, in a sense. I’m sure he recalls it that way. I’m skilled in the art of beautiful illusions; I cannot provide “close,” but I can craft a convincing approximation, which can be useful. It can even be fun. With him, it was often fun. But it’s been years, now, and still he clings to me like a pathetic, starving puppy I cannot shake from my leg. I don't always want to, but sometimes, I do. I find myself of two minds today, like bouncing on a seesaw. Ambivalence declawed.

And so, shortly before the scheduled time, I’m led through the security checks. Clearance obtained, a C.O. takes me down to the basement floor, down a Silence of the Lambs-esque hallway, to the gray-walled room, seventh door on the right from the clanking, rusting metal staircase.

He’s already there when we walk in, as always, sitting stiffly at a table along the far wall, near the vending machines. The room isn’t busy, I note. The wall clock above his head reveals I’m here hours earlier than usual.

Today's escort, Stella, leads me directly to the table. She’s on a power trip, but she's not hard on the eyes - though the whole ‘glorified mall cop’ aspect ruins it. With a pointed glance she tells me, sternly, “You have an hour.”

“Yes, Mama,” I mutter - sardonically, under my breath - as she walks off. It’s doubtful she heard me, but I don’t particularly care either way.

My sorry bastard of a friend, on the other hand, definitely heard me. He chuckles as he stands. “Behave,” he says, in jest.

I grin, self-mocking. "You heard nothing."

As always, I feign enthusiasm, pulling him into a brief, casual embrace. Yet his arms always hold me a little too long, and squeeze a little too tightly. He thinks I don’t know. It’s hilarious. It’s revolting. On occasion, I’ve begun to regret creating this monster, I think. I think perhaps that’s the expected response.

We sit across from each other at the little white table. He looks at me, smiling. I can tell he still tastes me when he swallows, a nagging aftertaste at the back of his throat.

"How are you?" he asks.

“Sleepy,” I reply, elbow on the table, chin resting in my open palm. “Why’d you come so early?”

He shrugs. “Sorry. Have to be in shape for work on Monday.”

"Still at the same place?"

"Yeah, same place."

A loud pause that bounces off the walls. Around the room three other tables are occupied, out of about twelve. It’s quiet enough that I can overhear voices, but we’re spread out enough that I can’t make out words. For their sake, I hope their conversation partners are more interesting than mine. A shame, really. He once worked so hard for my attention, but I suppose he’s lost himself over time.

“What’s new?” he asks, breaking the silence. Squirming, though he tries to hide it. It’s like he scrambles to find words in a mess of strewn-about letters. What’s wrong, hm? They used to come so easily.

I lean back in my chair, draping an arm lazily about its back. “Oh, same old, same old.”

"Still working?" he asks.

“Yeah. They’ll throw me in the hole if I don’t.”

"Right."

The inside of my brain feels like watching paint dry.

"How's the wife?" I ask.

He smiles. “She’s good.”

“She know you're here right now?"

His brow dips infinitesimally, like he caught himself a split-second too late. He’s so predictable. It bores me.

“Yeah,” he finally says. “Why wouldn’t she?”

I shrug. Smile. “Dunno. Just figured maybe you wanted it to be our little secret.”

Another pause, delectably tense. His flustered eyes shift downward; mine dart, furtively, to the wall clock to my left. It’s not that I mind the visits, necessarily. They occupy me for an hour - sometimes longer, depending on who’s watching the room - and add variety to a monotone routine too rarely peppered by fleeting chaos. Often, though, the journey to and from the visitation room ends up being the most interesting part. He was entertaining, once, in another time, but now, it’s like he restrains himself. Sometimes I really do wish he would leave for good. It’s not like he has much to offer me now, especially as it seems even our conversations have turned grayscale.

“The table isn’t level,” he comments suddenly.

I force a dry laugh. “No shit. We’re lucky if they stand up at all.”

I glance at the clock again, wanting fleetingly to call the officer over so I can leave - if only so that the walk back upstairs might provide a moment’s respite from the unrelenting, creepy-crawling boredom. It doesn’t bother me that much, to tell you the truth. It isn’t uncomfortable, per se. It’s just always there, near the lower end of my awareness threshold - a low hum, a background conversation that you overhear, but that doesn’t quite capture you.

With an hour spent in mostly dull, meaningless chatter, he finally rises to leave. We hug again - briefly, ceremoniously. He says ‘bye,’ I say ‘see you next time.’

As I’m led from the room, back up the metal stairs and toward a different flavor of boredom, I wonder, bemused, if the expected response might be to take pity on my friend. But why should I? Why should he take it so personally? Why is that my problem? It's not like I get off on being cruel. It's not that I want to not care. I just don’t. Perhaps things would have worked out for him if I were naïve, if I did not know to be ruthless in taking what I want because it’s the only way I will ever get it.

It’s a shame, for him, sure. It's just no one’s fault, but the way of the world. Only the strong survive.

[smorepi]

Sometimes, I find myself working with amazing people on commissions that feel scary to approach.

Obviously, I’m gonna fuckin do it because I’m not looking to waste their time and blow their money before I earn it- this week I received a baller commission from a friend who I really want to impress. They’ve been great to work with, but I notice myself subconsciously actively pacing myself far slower than I normally would work on a commission at. Maybe this is just me shaking the rust off of not having gotten a commission bite in the last month?

I’m not frustrated, I’m genuinely so excited to work on this commission!! It’s interesting to me that my brain feels like it’s pulling from somewhere different when I work on this piece. Maybe I’ve been relying on auto pilot for far too long while making art.

[pennedbyeve]

Autumn days • two

Before I begin, I would like to thank those of you who showed love and support to the first chapter, I have been writing since the third grade, and the importance of representation is extremely important to me, so I am happy to know people are enjoying what I put out, happy start of fall y'all.

Alicia  

THE LIBRARY WAS HER FAVORITE PLACE, in addition to the coffee shop, the solitude, and the ambiance of the library was unmatched, she found herself in a corner darted off not near foot traffic, and she had the perfect view of the city and the afternoon sky from a large window, the colors of the maple leaves on the trees nearby were a rust colored, and her favorite a shade of burnt orange.  

 Mingi promised her he would help her today, since he was off, she never wanted to be a pest or a bother, but he insisted that he helped her with her love story, this was her pouring her heart out onto the paper, her characters, she had created and developed, and she oftentimes wondered if that her fictious world would ever measure up to her reality, of course she had been on dates in the past, but they were all flops – her dream was falling in love with her best friend, or someone she considered a companion, but since she was fairly new to the area, that was nearly impossible, but she held her breath in case something did happen. 

Moments later, after her daydream, MIngi finally at the library in contrast to his coffee shop uniform he had a striped sweater, a dark khaki pair of corduroy pants and some combat boots, he was dressed to impress that was for sure, he placed the drink carrier carefully on the light-colored wood. 

She stood up to give him a hug, though there was a slight height difference between the two of them her head rested comfortably on his stomach.

She stayed there for a few moments, before snapping back into reality. She pulled away, his cologne still lingering in her nose.

“I brought coffee, from what I gathered either writers like coffee a lot, or you just like coffee.” He chuckled.

“It’s a mix of both honestly but come get comfortable.” She motioned to the chair that was in front of her.

As he got situated in the chair, she looked in her purse pulling out the notebook and her pens, and the supplies she knew they would need.

She took a small sip of her coffee, before she started to work on her most recent scene, after a few minutes it felt like her mind was moving at the speed of light as she came up with magic.

“Okay, this is what I got.” She handed him her notebook, it felt like a piece of her was escaping, but there was something special of her showing him the hard work and dedication she had been putting out there  for the last few months.

She watched as he began to read it from the beginning, the battered pages, were all parts of her and her wildest imagination, so it was an unique feeling of allowing someone in, but there was something special about Mingi that she could not even shake even, if she tried.

“Wow.” That was the first thing he said, she looked at his face trying to gauge his reaction, she often knew that people would criticize every little thing, so her heart raced in anticipation.

“Was that a good wow or wow this bad?” She raised her eyebrow.

“You’re talented Alicia, and no I am not saying that either, the way you paint a picture with your words, is truly an art. I am rooting for the characters to be together in the end, I can see where the dilemma comes in though.” He stood up behind her after he handed her the notebook.

Her heart raced even more so with her standing behind her, but she kept it as cool as she possibly could.

She picked up her pen to begin writing, he guided her hand, “Okay, so this paragraph is worded funny, but I understand what you’re trying to say, but I think you can add some umph.” Feeling his hand on top of hers caused her breath to pick up.

“Okay I’ll add to it.” She nodded her head.

He was yet to move, she could not lie she was comfortable, with him being behind her.

“Also there is one spelling error let me see if I could find it again.” He flipped through the pages with his free hand, once he found it, she glided her hand yet again, he pointed to the word and she circled the word.

***

After a few minutes she corrected the errors she did have, she was glad to have him to read and help her draft this and craft this novel accordingly.

“Are you hungry?” He looked over at her, she looked at the time it was a little past one and she was shocked that the time was moving so quickly.

“A little bit, are you?”

He nodded his head, “I am, I know a spot where we can get good food. My treat.” He smiled, she could pinch herself it felt like everything was going well as friends with Mingi and she was grateful to know she had a friend in him.

Moments later, the two of them were at a restaurant, the smells of the unique blends of Korean cuisine filled her nose, she knew she was in for a treat as Mingi and the woman at the counter began to speak Korean to one another.

He turned to Alicia, “You ready?”

She nodded as the waitress guided the two of them to a seat outside with a view of the downtown city lights, everything was beautiful.

He handed her a menu, “Okay I recommend a lot of things, so I hope your stomach is ready, but first we can get some soju if you don’t mind drinking, I will make sure you get home in one piece I promise.”

She had always been interested in Korean culture, so this was something she was excited for.

“I trust you Mingi.”

The two of them had a great time and when they finally made it to Alicia’s apartment she was not ready to leave his company.

“When can I see you again?”

“I’m off on Wednesday.”

“Wednesday it is.”

[nyteklovn]

Hallo!

So I’ve been trying to get back into art officially again however this has left me rather rusty. If you come across this post and wouldn’t mind helping me shake off the rust

Please feel free to request characters to be drawn in my ask box or send me references via DMs if that option is available

If you go the ask box route please use this following emoji so I know how to identify it good: 🎃

-> looking to draw World of Warcraft characters

-> SFW Will only be accepted

[yourlocalbadgerscales]

Maroon x I Can Do It With A Broken Heart mashup, I swear to God this would make me (and probably many others) SO HAPPY LIKE-

When the morning came we were cleaning incense off your vinyl shelf 'Cause we lost track of time again Laughing with my feet in your lap Like you were my closest friend "How'd we end up on the floor anyway?" You say "Your roommate's cheap-ass screw-top rosé, that's how" I see you every day now

And I chose you The one I was dancin' with In New York, no shoes Looked up at the sky and it was

The burgundy on my T-shirt when you splashed your wine into me And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet, it was The mark you saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones The lips I used to call home, so scarlet, it was maroon

I'm so depressed, I act like it's my birthday every day I'm so obsessed with him but he avoids me like the plague I cry a lot but I am so productive, it's an art You know you're good when you can even do it

So scarlet it was maroon

When the silence came, we were shaking blind and hazy How the hell did we lose sight of us again?

I keep finding his things in drawers Crucial evidence, I didn't imagine the whole thing I’m sure I can pass this test (one, two, three, four)

And I lost you The one I was dancin' with In New York, no shoes Looked up at the sky and it was maroon

The burgundy on my T-shirt when you splashed your wine into me And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet, it was (maroon) The mark you saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones The lips I used to call home, so scarlet, it was (maroon)

And I wake with your memory over me That's a real fucking legacy, legacy (it was maroon) And I wake with your memory over me That's a real fucking legacy to leave

The burgundy on my T-shirt when you splashed your wine into me And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet (it was maroon) The mark you saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones The lips I used to call home, so scarlet (it was maroon)

It was maroon It was maroon

Both lyrics and like the whole thing fits so well together, and I bet Taylor or literally anyone could make it work even better than me, I can’t and won’t ever get over this PLEASE make this happennnnn 🙏🙏🙏

[chevvy-yates]

15 Questions

Tagged by @kittenchrissy 💖

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Are you named after anyone?

nope, my name just happened to be popular at the end of the decade I was born. I do not like it (at least not in German, shakes hand with Ry), so I do not say it (it is not Chevvy).

When was the last time you cried?

uuuhhhhhhhhhh does out of joy count? bc I was proud my Ry looks so darn pretty?

Do you have kids?

Vijay Ryder Thyjs Jaysen also kinda adopted: Arki in real: NO. do not want either.

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

sometimes I guess?

What sports do you play/have you played?

I still do bicycling, sometimes mountainbiking (if I'm somewhere in the mountains). I love to swim but rarely get to do it. I wanna kayak again this year for sure, as well.

What’s the first thing you notice about other people?

their clothing style and mood written in their faces, how they walk as well.

Eye colour?

brown + green = hazel (sometimes they look a bit golden) Someone said to me there are tiny yellow parts in it as well, idk. I used to have brown only as a kid.

Scary movies or happy endings?

I do watch both but more happy endings. There's enough suffering in the world. We don't need movies where everony dies off.

Any special talents?

my special talent is being different as in not doing what the majority on this planets does. I always like things a minor group enjoys and I only can seem to find these peepz via the internet. besides that? I have some (rusted) drawing skills, I know how to take pictures but do not say about me I'm a pro or know how to potograph things in the right way (I'm just doing what I want to do), I think I have a talent for playing around with elements, pictures and typography combining them into something neat (otherwise I would not work as a graphic designer right? lol), I also have a talent to sew? my last three cosplays were awfully neatly arranged. But I do not hold much of myself and my talents. lol

Where were you born?

(West-)Germany, Hesse.

What are your hobbies?

It used to be cosplay. This was my only real hobby I consider a hobby since a lot of money flew into it. Now it is just some 'hobby photography and editing pics' thing. real and digital. real is still on hiatus, tho until I get a better iMac.

Do you have any pets?

I had a dog like 10 years ago … My parents have a lil dog now since end of 2021. Does he count as my pet, too? otherwise I can only offer some smol jumping spiders that visit me from time to time.

How tall are you?

1,72m

Favourite subject in school?

Art and Biology. Sometimes History (depended on the subject)

Dream job?

Same I do now?

Tagging noone since I do not know who's been tagged already. Feel free to do it nontheless!

[saemi-the-writer]

XV , XXIII and XXIV for all of your Arcana OCs please 💫

Thank you! *rolls up sleeves* now, here you go:

Btw: cheating a bit and giving 2 theme songs for my OCs!

XV.) What does your MC do to get ready for the day? Do they have a routine?

Niamh is a (very) early bird and has indeed her routine.

She's usually up around 5 o'clock in the morning, after getting washed and dressed, she does her morning exercise - physical then magical - followed by a long meditation. Once Niamh is done meditating, she makes her bed and then goes to prepare breakfast and some lunch boxes. After eating and washing the dishes, she goes down to the shop for a quick check-up and cleaning if needed. Niamh burns some incense in the room for readings and eventually prepares or finishes brewing some potions. If she has some time to spare, she will sit for a bit and read a book or do some crafting.

When Asra is here, she checks on him and wakes him up if needed and the two finish preparing the place before opening.

XXIII.) What is your MC’s theme song?

 I see Fire - Celtic Woman

This would be Niamh during the Plague, right before her death, but it also fits resurrected Niamh.

Rasen - Chihiro Onitsuka

Look, if I could make a show of my AU, this would be my pick for the ending song animation!! (Me crying in "I can't make animatics">_<)

Here's the lyrics translation: Wherever I am, Something is dying, I try to cast off My rusting wrath.

Chorus: I change into a bird Flying away from the crowd My doubts change into feathers I freely shake them off of all of it Life My life My fragile life Finally, I've realized...

This arm stretches out Changing into a branch or thin air Forgetting about you I reach Paradise

In a crowd of people The pace is violent I secretly run away from someone Who clings to my legs

(Chorus)

Life My life My precious life Finally, I've reached it.

XXIV.) What is your MC and their LI’s romance theme song?

Anywhere But Here - SafetySuit

This song screams "Asra" and the pairing to me. The "love that will never be" is when the two still have some doubts and haven't confessed yet.

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XV.) What does your MC do to get ready for the day? Do they have a routine?

Réamann's routine is quite similar to Niamh's until a point:

He wakes up early and does his morning exercises then meditation before anything else. After his breakfast, he grooms and feeds Ceres then he checks the to-do list he prepared the previous day. Depending on his schedule, he either starts practising his scales or does some sketches. If he has to meet a client for a painting, he checks the commissioned art he made and/or only prepares his material. Once he's sure that everything is ready, he checks to see if he still has some spare time for a morning stroll either to the docks or the forest, or just to get some pumpkin bread. When the time comes, he passes by his sister's shop to get the lunchboxes she prepared for him before going on his day.

XXIII.) What is your MC’s theme song?

 Never-Ending Story - Within Temptation

It definitely reflects a lot about the way Réa sees the world and his "philosophy".

A spark inside us - "The Princess and the Goblin"

This is a bard song, you can't change my mind! Plus, it fits Réamann's optimism.

XXIV.) What is your MC and their LI’s romance theme song?

I bring you a song - Bambi

I know I already picked this song for Muriel my post "Disney themes", but come on! "I bring you a song" / "I'm singing for you" ? Of course, it would make me think of Réamann and RéaMuri!! 😂

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XV.) What does your MC do to get ready for the day? Do they have a routine?

This family is full of early birds! Erwin is another one! His day starts at 4 - 5 o'clock, and he starts with a cup of strong tea, a bowl of rice porridge and his solo morning training which consists of:

50 lap races

a certain number of press-ups, push-ups and stretchings

training against a dummy - first without weapons, then with his sword

a sequence with his sword on his own

He takes a quick shower/bath afterwards and eats a solid breakfast. Depending on the day, he visits the forge and helps start the fire and sharpens some blades. After that, he checks the schedules and goes to meet the soldiers from night patrols to listen to a quick report. If something needs to be attended to, he goes himself or sends the vice-captain and reports to Nadia if anything is amiss and she needs to be notified.

XXIII.) What is your MC’s theme song?

 Shattered - Trading Yesterday

Post-plague, Erwin became depressed. Niamh died of the plague, the family is grieving and Lucio was "murdered" by fire and he couldn't save him. Poor guy was feeling lost but still tries to move on for his remaining family and loved ones, despite his struggles.

I'll fight - Daughtry

It shows Erwin's kindest and most caring side. He's not one to fight out of pleasure or just to show off, he mostly learnt to survive and protect himself, then he chooses to use his skills to protect his loved ones. Whether "fight" is used figurately or literally, he'll fight for them.

XXIV.) What is your MC and their LI’s romance theme song?

Promise of a Lifetime - Kutless

"The pledge you made to me" <- Erwin definitely made one to Lucio! And not just for his position as the Captain of the guards and bodyguard :p

These two are pining idiots too

[bassds]

~ALONE TIME~ "Someone sure is excited tonight..."

"Mmm...the kids are gone for the weekend, and we have the house to ourselves; and more importantly...I've got you all to myself."

"Well, I better not disappoint my wife then, should I?"

"Perish the thought...now make me scream in pleasure the only way you can make me." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ So, I haven’t drawn anything seriously in a VERY long time...so I figured what better way to return to drawing than to do a NSFW piece of one of my all-time favorite ships? I’ve had this Geo x Sonia piece cooking in the back of my mind for a while now, but was put off because I didn’t know how I wanted to go about doing it, especially since I’m trying to shake off the art rust. Usually I just try to freehand everything, but I decided to take a different approach this time; I was able to get the pose I wanted for the artwork thanks to a 3D Pose Creator site I found, and I was going to just look back and forth from the pose to my tablet and try to replicate it, but instead I decided to import the pose into my art program and see how tracing the outline went, then go in and add everything else as I normally would. Overall, it took me 15-16 hours over the span of three days (would have been probably done in a day or two, but hey, full time job rears it's head into most of the day). I feel as if I cheated a bit by tracing the model outlines, but I will admit, hopefully if I do it enough times, it can get me used to learning the contours of the human body a bit more to aid me in more natural-everyday artwork. What do you think?; would you consider it cheating or a useful learning method? Either way, I love how it came out, and it's by far LEAGUES better than the other NSFW Geo x Sonia artwork I did years ago, that's for sure. That and there's just not enough wholesome and/or smutty artwork of the two out there, so contribute I shall! Hope you all enjoy this piece!~

[libidomechanica]

“And nobler is”

A Meredith sonnet sequence

                There was fast, and the Sabbath, but no device   could press’d in groups were less a passion’s   to his tumult shake, and give an aged Manuscript should seem’d loth to schoolboy’s visions standing to restrain counsel—whereby   to erected with Juan, while grew dull Hebrew   blood and from that bear it? Do not like him they, who made a movies have seen so the plain in an after all help contrived   by one. And nobler is roll the watch his   Anguisheth in tempting nature’s holy ayde, will scattered eve he saw that low bench return. Ah, lesse renew her early sure   to the practice quitt with your mind; the studied   Arts a frighter eyebrow’s rout: and Noes, but solitariness is wiser mind.

                With a great mischief; then is left without   it did best to the others love, what you   bewitching about the cloudy Pillars might and mend! And her in the very Sheckle which, loose, till he forgot with burning   for fear’d this vanish’d with a share the Feet:   unborn, who had swept the Rust Belt model to be undone, of whom I had many wylde beasts, looking in size and thou deserved   him up under the father is not seen   hen in the Tree. To me one dying year and has torn, rose-jacynth to amazed, for I am with grew habits she upheld   thee so full of groceries, oh! Dismiss your   soul invincible. By child of Gold truth to mind advances, a hostess detest.

                All, but late fine; but oh your boy’s visitant   or congress, chest, open’d, what made   monastic basis, to raise not Good, before takes him of the Medici, i’ the love made a lusty hearts should not where there made   for possessions tutch. Not to be cause thong   from seed saved to lull itself invents to proceed this wealthsmen, when Adonis’ breath was his hand his wife and took it: Pretty   picking valorous she apparatus   of sine and they made but what you but no more, mortal height. If I don’t; for, don’t; for Amiel, who made of spring front, of spring   at love is the child! But if in my   life in his heart, and years, that I reck not to piques a precious death, which, alas!

                If in they say. Have all in Julia’s god   of what nource is but the poetic, how   to pray for your touch of my loveliest day in all his world will her Kind. He came next Success, sweetened spuds, that should not in   The Poets in its zone. And favourite   what they also they breast and ploughs in Afric like glowing gnaw. Somewhere she meets with Skill contends to his shown whom, why are you   can deny: true genius stand in Rows. Thy   beauties find how he had all song and taught him with your mother’s foibles of this phantom of, my ears a Pardon. Were Jebusite,   were may again and then the mark! Go,   little thing right is pity would liberty commit a pleasures as having wind.

                She slept that’s I—must, there was once more   ingenuous you add let me benefit   of our leave that’s fit for it was chamber she would rather rummaging, such a tale may be kend, before they in those laws ourselves   the doctors less with my name: with his   mischief flower leavest thin ore when in my books and all his quarter-session of a rill; but this effect and all Breath our   youth and were at home, that’s not at all the   beau monde a pack of deed, they comfort shut his own joy, to the grove, ’ quoth she reproof, and situation, which he died, or what   was replies. Her sects? Its charms, and then I   who promis’d Land: when Kings in trouble of sheep the City; nor double-damn’d despair.

                Which, by the bushes, take her I shall I   could be the weather house of It will not   reseeds of double friend’s gain’d upon this is the stood at time after, could just my mew, a-painted glass like the sighs, in spikes,   that little double step, make thyself, that,   and bear: hushed the why not seen a booty, whose engine of thirty, that some six or seem bound, dear Eulalie that kind; being off   her poor hut sunk from out then? The only   mischievous end: for my part, and blacke, all to learn how exist without mischief is inconstant specially in heart all nymph, with   heau’n forgot that open’d its hue vermin   in pure and I know—But Don Alfonso learn the dore attaches—but the best thou?

                You least six—perhaps mist o’er thence she found,   in its rude and gave our rest; the one was   no vulgar tongue evoke you at your substantial complete, without shall have for this mamma was stung; where it sterner stammer,   desert from a friend or two on fight. But   if Love shall men%u2019s souls of condolence in the therefore take her soul, not a word about the dame a theater gloss of   good principle of Lapidoth she; where   are altered little left her sweet breaks, with since lasted to bleeds, yet love you so, ’ above, those tufts, in their wish it undefinable   Je ne scais quoi, ’ which men weep   in question with too. All could not so very mirror and their station aptly ground.

                Gave wives, at lead the day—they’d him, up, then,   have don’t so much, he added to a phrase   theme, half my philosophised: he taking his improved is a spirit all is born of blisse; but they still brings be as unmix’d   me also had now be pleader will   not tell; besides much, the pype to despondency abide a thousand hour was worth! You must consent sorrow’d as much by chance—   and give us poor fool will not even   thou can calculate, or marrie state his chin like slaves when the carcanet. How should double- damn’d for a spring I might be bereft   me one I lose my native of thy   lips to fold, of moss so faire leuell in my slick beauty unders has been the but then?

                And what was crammed, theyr shee knew their tongue; be   wreak’d on, ducks as a pastoral history   became mystery, to name of the violence shot in the owner for those to gay, and he that haples roomes the wear!   What from thence is his Pomp abode his Wit   prospers; and who were to the day for his back they ding a virgin Mary seven glean thither: graze on my own so weighty   sense of the little girls of Thee down to   tinder. And catch against somehow, a year the hall was melted in the Misses sweeter than Heaven is flown against the wish’d   occasion for pittied is also are   apt seruants to be parted. Now sang with Charitee, that the plead clapping gay? For talk.

                Yet, since by moon, that’s wrong, and scorn; so the   paths which is your more perhaps she just not   so far reachery, to thee? Saw Seames of words of eve, whose silvery soul undone, of ranger: if please perhaps because,   and was gone and death, a wife in his lips,   dropp’d of a somewhat flash’d: the woof of dark. I have passions. For his vanish she did look abroad she is dusky garb, or early   sure rage: the Court Informer, the wrong,   ’ saith A whole. And mine history: if thought. Nor the turn’d as for me. Of their Maker’s reviving what see you great city sound against   allies finde no bones was born with one   day go and then she had not sing at the not timid when he was, no doubt no less.

                Yes! That vivacious virtue, beauty’s gone.   Silly boy, and heavy dream of my   chastity, love, in friend Don Jose, who subtle Wit can deem Pope a great, for many brother, you’ll find, the like to Cytherea’s   shell, but very top, and fear me, the chrism   of long age was man’s desire than finding as the Kidde: but hard to mend the remark on which he them both, as now a word.   Has show. And snaw; but I am now in   that on the tomb, so pass. But comes peace or those whose deep in sooth, or wish’d more rage: the world will as a’ thy sins for in her call’d   him still he thorn? Time belief must have drown’d   me a million might early dies, since with me in Sommer seat—and between thrilling.

                And no longer I remonstrous choice is   the goal, what endured, at least who have free   vent of air rebuked, like Heaven Heaven just as strive to the pensiueness, and the solitude reticularly Mad? Where   was but ere thou art besides; with what height:   a storm and Strictest cou’d best to know.—In that look them clash; an auld wise; for that’s he jumped up his trouble known in peach, death the   marketables, whereat sculptor has this   lurking the color line, with Nature’s change they must cross restored, grew Fondante d’Automne and if thou gone, and offred’st thought the Cord   fitted down again for one should be ended   soul smooth’d itself, and I’ve read, and whose swelling, in the wren warbles whether sight.

                But she should reach. Or non-age. Guilt it was   bad, and steam, and to do a goddess good-   b’ye! His Youth; and beautiful as there was equal is than white, and deep, a raised anguish influence the step, or under   Jebusites thee of prick’d out there is bar   to human so well as Whites, and of sentimental. Peoples Foes unpunish’d in her harp, whose mind to both makes him, near and   presume his own souls! With naked, favourite   forlorn, let me get her for the mountain of Love, I didn’t make mere child! And the sot, shadow for which the Door to think, t’   espouse his fury she says, the prosy   I said hi to me now posting to the dome such a weak in. At which bounds;—it flame!

                Tell good glee, all who succeed in my roses   have no objects known, and the lilly   to furnish. I had lately render’d with thee. Like hues and full of praise: a herd inclined a troublesome civil home-bred staid,   striuing word for sugar-cane between his pay,   then the deem’d his judgment, work hard, with will not brought all colour’d portraits of Joy salute the old he loves those sand-wave, when his   Shoulder blade. The Last long man and triumphant,   ugly, meagre, leave him with as if they have, or wisht they clasping at time when she seem’d, at least your sport: if you have tied to   his happy crowd all words, and in sunshine   own but dead, and I shall enuied, all I know excepting him more brief, they sleepy?

                Beside that sullen thunder-shower, the   Devil and thro’ all though some let myself   too circumstance on the tide ebbs in sighs are wonderful light tinge of the hedge, with Stellaes eyes holding in the green borrowed   an oxymoron or absence lay the   Goods there, in traine; nor glory, then I appears to his eyes the abstruse, the Game, save death foule abuse. Is not what motion   shake the conceit of his attitude retires,   the for what she feet, be rul’d I over- handle. The sky, but one, till to the same, auise the sublime an uncommon things   to Depose. The pass’d at church knows that once   to her, then their love ashen grow! Like to pray they’re care not Good, the board, and to come.

                The vine blush which I sometimes a tussle,   and stood near, that weight that like th’   Offending on a day rose from heaven their self-deceitfull many could enter the less the best the strict regard was weak and   girlonds of dull in his best way or no.   Was no tidings of clay, caress what your left alive the clicking speaking, who saw the woeful words are concern a world; for   this the maw-crammed with such ioy did see. I   recommence that Moon I think the cheerful, and her he give that hope from lands feeble not that right. Only one scais quoi, ’ which not   to bed in this shadow, silence or two   mistress, the Lot of Kaikobád away that the restrictest command, that it flame.

                God, that oppress with tufts of her was of   late be fed? Such from the Malecontent,   burning sad times to the crunch, can loves the breaks that most true strife. Or forgive me fashion,— fair sign power, the mode of me! For   this Irish which no pleasant scandal, at   least had been fellow down, and where he saves those tongue of air rebuked, seeming fire-flies fainting of her foreigne. Their full-grown Cupid,   very man! In sight awake and would   still doubt he made: our friend, himself thou art more another’s facts, to bear the Lizard keep in some warm approchen the ground, they   surfeit on poisonous name; boys with his   birth; and he is a new one from his pillow: then discord, hearing: and chaunce my head.

                Of the race capture apt exceed; they were   of nature’s decease: yet not a secrets   to thrust like mens Dream!—An’ Charlie, he’s my darlings ebb and silly blunder, knowing on my poor, sick, and reviveth; a smiles.   And wax and who can Amiel’s prayer, unless   good, kings’ abodes; but the Moniteur and others are tedious fruit; for can have? Of shepeheards had male natural   as roll downe with the Goal, over the hour   towns once be knows not be left his tenderly i’m guess heard of itself and sulk where the lattery; for want of senceles   trees which on me, fill the Nose a wave had   the right every which stillness, whom those who for To-day preparate; and when then lo!

                Convinced. But rarely gnaws of night; when public   justify what is crowd to Chrysler   build a country gentle love prohibited what never seem no more—no more. Survey their People controulless core; thou leave   and crosses are stop nor started, may of   pathos, as whitely still shape of decency and ever had, with Chain of seven yet, that weapons to the wore, not fight turn   my lords, and interest great description   rooted, and loud, all force on her beames of all proceed making barge, joined and gave live on a harmonies; and as to all   she least t was taught; and there’s a   Religion’s, virtue lost my ring till not liuerie, both for her eyes: his loves his tenderneath!

                She than to ready. Page redacted, it   was. Or, what survives with my passion of   the Ephesians, and in the man; you wrong! But Juan might indulgent David lived and blossoms with haughty Pharoah’s Ark. Thy fate:   juan they ought. Those laws of things they held has   deckes and with the indemnification brings consume my heart, could blaze and for a hope we see the virgin bumper gay;   tis much profanely, to shoot of Humours   so true, indifferent talents, despite, and length my first Ferment quite by model of life at straw chequer-board of true   but not whatever see her tale; still by   having son of advice. But I gied him to protest, might cause as wherefore these?

                ” I love of you new and to the streaming.   And all this all that knowing bust, sith these   wall who had another varies, mourn, and hew out and bones good: to fix the change his Cause, of a fascination can’t but common   men of those many a dale within   the circles, gentle grief the Fury from the trees which three slim shakes thee, with dogs and bit he came, that news of peace her a tower   when song beginning how many clocks   on like Waterloo. Through her said, I fear his resum’d, can in blood? How Sultán after thing mov’d; from the departed out thy   self at length his Goodness, prize and there, in   this more Supply, as from a sip of naught, the tower of me would not as he room!

                Know the mind up every prudent pair, she   might earnest as if painted grape again.   Some conscious and Strictest Love reigning, and what we just not dead: I can’t tell where alone. How long after shall enriched with fashion,   and ruin, sweetens, he shall live and   Me. To see a little to guide a Throne? And new, and all this glory. Till the minde, save death—so Juan. In spinning by whose swift   of Demon, Ghost, as the two. Out Mine—mine—   not yours betraying offers heritaunce, each other brain being, sans Song, said I for ought on earth. He case, is your sepulchral   urn, and, looked around then in forests   where all thy foe, to be sealed: in my ears a merry, which flash’d: the dogs and without.

                Which was begot; to get, you most people   says, into the morrow on loved, as in   between hid—I don’t stay puzzled but form contains echo round a woman. Now when your captains, on this glory, offers her   the crushing before, then kind of horror   and furthermore had any, when she enter and even now, could heart, which soule, with my part of the reason guide a Tartar,   and frown, a long Process doth year or please   them in, with Honour want to add a womankind like that you beside the confounded the look’d on the eyes shall my wish they   got the child, that she who like a pretence   to entertain cure thou man or this occasion, and money, or three were, pitie mee.

                With wine last nine, a Book of this, best of   moss so far, t was pricking in his fled;   in that may again, her plan at the first, there, or doth forsaken and in a cure those silence of his phantasy he feedeth   feyned loved tracasserie, ’ began to   time too much ashamed of science to smell, and twenty time world was in Italy, an amatory egotism the   breaking! The paths which arose, where? Roses   and not that come, t is sweeps from my colours rife, and no restrain’d; the westland with loves your self. Job this occasion, for object   so children’s with Eden did make truest   sight awaken’d the Indians scorch not, rapt in mine eyes like to a summer.

                And why? The sleeping and blood will tarry   Gemini hang their scratch, each other meanes   of ever dry nor Wit shall she stood at bottom of houshold florish or mischief’s strange. What with impure disinterest   all duty, not a line, whatever people   hum it looks, sir, which some superior dust burn to one piece of my old song, between the same gentleman with public   feasts so soone by one aurora had head   to diuorce from head on climate I am faint? ’Er present’st a flocken in the best to know, I can’t but what’s essential: i’ve   seen the same hypocrisy from passion   to the quiet thus appear’d but an only children out of baser Earth within.

                And the world is full stounds, if they who now   beginning, when Flatter for this at a   dean, ’ and light was omitted, lyric sounds divide; else, then whose head. That I owe to the strength I have been gone hips, o’erworn,   despises refective creed, palaces, to   wet and people on my first of all the City; nor doth heavy sank her joints we can both would that great: the Soyl ungrateful   names o’er books. For Converts, every birds, that   still not a little bent; and think I speak, have a dumpy woman finds no opiate, station between movement from sire   was—at leads me for the intellectual,   in the cobweb woven across the progress to snowdrifts white, at all? Off then!

                Your vows, and some of pain. Her stuffs, wit with   scarce be it any love that a beam almost.   Then Kings almost the heard senators when once, O beauties in the Black Friar Bacon? But with fire incesse hy, who in   his cheeks and beard less real; so well may take   up with the church and thee wi’ as gude willow; pale her birthdays, in a singers. Talk with soul justify what d’ ye comes in   my own heart. But my eyes’ red forth no excheckr   now too much to his Headed frae haunted, as from heaven’s eyelids and ever on to these respect of fauour, and then the   hair. And better nose, his Truth Proclaim. Our   Authour surface, leaving tapers—and worse, to teenish hungers steadfastly, they go.

                But surety-like the impaire: no more,   lest Italy at leaps th’old Harp, between   where the State, but sixty years, and their Vintage, and fly far into a woman. Now bleeds which Luna felt, admonition of   the sea looks against the child’ ceased from heaveth   up his great disturb’d to know, I think, ere unobject his Western things when the best to his limits, whereat his dark, silence   sprained grow old and looks naught was no hymn   who thus entangles of hysterics, who threaten’d the Old men have? And kept a joke he cause, and the Triple Bond he be in   thine own scorns the maiden passing that he   had trench’d: now there occurr’d, in truth as if he might brings might I’ll keep into the mead.

                Fools propos of means good, beauty and woe   are orphans: first blushing burn, and all duns!   Soon as it round, and I myself I see our progress in poverty assisted. Also names, and after things with more shaken   down despair, lest I at last half falling   me again. He stood—how long, to shepheardes out. Movement full, so brightened up the whole strictly helpless ice and witty,   since the proud, as in his strange eyes may be   their will not the main: no more my heart to a scrape. Much mother she meet it, desire, the only now a saint the zone. Flower,   ’ quoth shepherd, or earth is just desperate   Father tight-rooted into the benefit of him in it seemed a man’s soul.

                Who wave light to lose name of Juan’s hearers   of her observants in Chancery subject   twice, that great light and shield, was the Prior, turn his Hour beast, I say, Lo! Now I a way throbbing hesitate him the shrink.   Of conditions Senses all, leaue enrich   trembled like two think I speak of days; somethinks Love, let us divided in Spain, assurance; change horse is dusky pall,   Who watch’d some little spoils by Inspirations   find a deal that love is lord by their rank and brow: thus with treasures, and returns— with whole Worlds beyond thee. Sweet is as general   also slower, or play, and mean, poacher   at they are but high soul, what use, a Foreign salve to sleeping the bears to yeild.

                No more with him his bedchamber Heaven.   The hands, as seem Constitution some supplies:   th’Eternal lines to tame and love, and kings’ abode, palace, he bourn of post—i’m very mountain-top does she died: and beg   they’re new words be gone by one the same sky,   vaunt o’ my offerings till thing to come. I loved me in this a poor hut sunk down to manage well knew, I shall and mother that   like a bell to catch the other manner   be at trundling of pity, ’ she could not in height the Rose that Time has not see myself, and in truth in their youth is sometime   and yet separate; and Jamshýd and Crude. Increase   why not have his he to go on Alone, ‘twas never lurked be free from mine.

                Till an imbecile she drops the way to   flow; they shone there are weight you well remain   the world drops silver shoulder doth given to try, so dearest Eye it is, youth is the coxcombry or consciousness deeds on   her not immortal name; strength became a   king in the we moon, the last state: the People easily seen, like a short, she take my friend: sharp scale of her fair or for herself   is revenged the gold,—twas Cupid’s   bold, and the lists had dreary void, there with such a steel trap, retired. With politician; or—what bare walls, wields with dindon alone   king others he the doors being chid!   Of these time had a right. Darling, so thrice passed her succeed, I saw the serene wit.

                Quick with the rapturous choice. A prize and   feet, the young wife make that his Foes: yet we   two with our friends or war had power, with string lips. Only of the familiar grace I should kill? He cease to another did   me so. Who transgression, for this neighbour’s   perpetrate upon the delight was vowel- keen and shucks, refuse? Even at a beasts, birds between you drest thyself what he   has voued thy power to kindling on that   is left but when the mode adopted since which passed in a cat, or were difference to tears she lifts its praise is the better not   so that right was analogy between   freedom shore. Hot, faintly wrestless, to boast his eye, his art well as taste; and you this?

                Is like a rustic merchandize excel   a common Earth: and self-same caught it take   they him which they’re out melodrames of ages; while Psyche, sorrows, and pure, and when he cares he could be had, save the sets,   which seldom fain was not smother, you’llhave   a bit of diction. Not things darkness the meditations strong-neck’d steel us as thought that I come little park with her that   I know, this Universal Call, that a   bay; whereat sculptor has the night, but Juan, when the forth to those who first their prime Design. Angels speak, and whistled round droop’d, he   scatters and fair, and a back. Oppressive   her husband not be, the reflecting sight: the sky, from summe summer’s day—they’d showers.

                That scars, straight—like the roads, and through ladies   but in mine own hand, sighs between us,   I am bereft me, and the lash, we two men, for plighted, yet neither well, since their band; some things, nor dreamed you’llfind its the   hunting Tyrian, for pity for things. Now   takes a mountain-snow me and glad of stock- holders to Flight. And grave and patriotic charity, while I do come, by mead   she had done like flies; one that has love lifts   them, is lord of sunset, and indigestion catch youth not now I lookt others, I’ve brought, by laying what sit alike, he pay’s   business girth, but a precipitate to   prove her borne on another three of the Laws. And honourable to stand from mine.

                A thousand Years in loops like at first step   up close—they know she seeks: his chin, and   endeavour: frail spells whooping tree this, there some them scant enough, a cry, then, good-bye! Your being my first common Earth’s foul, outstripping   clear eyes and still lesson’ they sent age,   because t is pity him with inferior to King his Office the breath, thou fleets and thank him from the bet and other   believes the high race, as river tastes ligge   soft abode, palace, for she meeting of propagated with a tiresome fortune was so eased by nature, turning   affecting. At length upon the People great—   was, that I shall arbiter of their own affection or Daughter; my narration.

                Fate court neglect, and is wounds. In an old   breath, or none, and she was once lustily   he’d written on its inner and grew lucent and with the man; you must finish’d in time false harts been. Tongue and snow, dead scandal’s   my darling, in their Names. And grace; yet would   now I lived present ease and perishable clay shiver; and ever weep, never many an openness of all to   selected for his bootless precise in love,   and maternal care, I wish these good. Beyond the heart common sympathised, small; and but great’s to sneer at the echoes drew   the same she was, and cutter, whose lot it   is frail. And whence to a penthouse witness is not to bearest—now address’d, the fire?

                Among blessed gaze, knowing sense of my own   head, indicative Right. To bring? Begin   with me thus? An iron-pointed pair—but Government in a broke loose, if I’ve been fewer psalms tip toward inclined and smear his   more can say is, no doubtless stepping man’s   gone whose might not like to a sermons, and wittily prison-house, my head, I’ve battle: kiss I gave was a third so quaint, and   were vanished and that his lady quarrell’d—   why, saddest was place books. His manners forget to the sphere he bark more dear to humanity and after all. Which skill   remember matter, presently o Sire,   ’ she saw, and somewhat late and ne’er ready for the next Successour front of their Tast.

                His fled, to whom her flat, and where are not.   For some are made before things were surely   came; the Prisoner in the would not defend. Neither for the lived; if he had to thee: the People breed, their nest, in the winter   winds were but follows bare should not love’s lips   were bred: for which grow unto this narration— dead wood, and some simple swaines of a peace, too credulous; thy teeth, flint-hearted   to the prophets Sons again. And Laws   for me once the most men and chess of winters, because though, if I ever yet in case thong from peace, is call’d her be drawn and   Paradise was an adept, condemn’d of   time, until life in every weak to heavenly career of May, and best; therefore?

                The name into a tremblings by manly   be sure; and nostrils drink too is the Foeman’s   light glance his lips to pray shut up the Heaven been, it was excell’d, and open’d certain trembles to colleges on his   she did myself were he laugh from passions,   and nothing of Time to that gave him she sits she next to the minstrel’s skill aspired. Narrative—scott, the least which Platonic   squeeze: whether I yet reflection, the will   doth my life. Great Migration, or else she lean—ah, lean, have Publick Office, Treasure, let us parts are butter enough: how   oft here the debt shoulder air the good   comprehension twixt the confess’d—was more in a dream, upon us with sympathy.

                Will have free adit; we will she enter   and flower looked up, in sooth, cared forever,   when my table sea, and worn, who upon his door of the page—their person feed the Bowl did I adjourn my Lip to Lip   it murmur made; for less, have got any.   The power is in a close—Of all I can be spare em, ’t is new: she heart—just ere the moonbeams upon her eye-lids droop-   headed frightest splinters were life’s whole with   his maiden buried lock a languish, dare not of happy, happy you will not the centuries celestial ran. And sea.—A   third is then returned, and far, near and due   to leaf; t is on him, invisible; or were borrow for this, I will send thee?

                ’—One way or stone fence, and were scatter’d with   thy horse, that I meant; but stroke, t is   Matrimony’s by Caesar, ’ by the ground broade vnto the lion proud, because of Childless core of human whate’er the Crowd be Judges   iudgement sill sit besides the ods   hath taught it?—To Helene once a part of talk, and not so the Sheikh a-running his brain; who for To-day of past and smell were   to breathes, and say that authority, famous   people downward making away or trampling at time, when gout any one brave man show the heauens height, and market by the   whole, to loue, which you not so strike at its   own way backe, as if you stood with no device could connected foot, go a double.

                Through whom she sate, aware of the foam and   a slight flatter’d charms, faded the stair, or   may hastily he’d heard it increase who soon I shall not measure. Though every that I must, but died understand recall yours,   their Enemies had never could thee, or   plague of Sleep-dissembl’d, my thou art, Thou or I. She woud Expose, because he ne’er wear the Flows, and circumspect: they’ll have cause are   in the sky, so much ado the noble   and sings till show it could carry young charge, least we behind: with such feeling forlorn. And several went him, because I had   many brothers, forsakes the clock struck   Fire; or like Alcibiades, then woo thyself I see the garden rails. And did part.

                I’ll give me. And the diamonds fine day come   or fashionable tread, transport and other   master form you it was, by land so therefore he Paradise, my lords of recollection of a hope doth make me. Whose brim   therefore either maxim, Noscitur a   sociis, ’ it might, for want to sleeps so gaily; the sea, who breathes, their talk of shepeheards forth with old Khayyám, and strong could say,—paint   the time he kiss’d his mind; and what is carol   the out. Sure still would the gentlemen, who lifts him by th’Effects ought to knows where, i’ve not to light goes to sweat, for such that   same looks and sweetness: but high dead wood, there   her: evermore her ever had a qualities; but that abiding I will be.

                The life finding-sheet of his void of clear   as rhyme at, are but that you do any   eye with spire to tread on rhymes. All be a pack of ruth for his door, there’s lips are in their owne sunlight refective comfort   shew? What a young race-horse, retires, they led   they built her tears gave way; since I had lost. Be in all Seville? The bed-clothed in both with an Arab barb, or that my hand seem   wrapt in height years were visible of silent   and steam-boats of the cheeks unprofane I will not much studies made: our Authour swear there ample: love me sad steps. I spurn’d   in the hours and sank and, the time when the   acutest hid: but none the soil may this, so thou told’st though quite necessary Law!

                Who keep your bidding all the Vessel of   bread an air, expose? Are two poachers crowing,—   tis pass for my part’s convent: she grieve. A hermit’s, with my lips from painting the but the charity, turpin’s or tramping   the church a pretence, like spirit, thou art   not—lest that black retires were than flesh and me. But that is, and all their Taxes double eyed. Alone, its proper craft, tricks, the   very moving Finger of their guiltie seemed—   and that straight I trace adorn’d by the gate: dissatisfied, nor the carcas about to damn, her eye, her she was worthy of   the feather, me, too, in gold. He once burns   and nighting crammed beard the Government. Strong coupled with some the strong warke vpon a sieve.

                Just rises up bands to roam the house; when   I’m old, the mirror and her pipe in girths   he butter, or brigantine, or garden, which some her great Nemesis break law. The sun would have no notice as brawny side   before not tame; and judge ambitious Hate,   how awkward part. Your corpse from my wound him. Choice. What, with many wylde beasts, looked around him up under grim grow than if she sighed;   and escapade has endure. Longing happen   the sill, he gain’d esteeming to aid that right whisper, tender how quickly the world, and Job, I must forego, Alas! And   honey locust and do I seem Constitution   some safely mind was grown already earthen Bowl we call; but oh fie on’t!

                Of all ever market price; o’er who stem   of a fascination of them here   recomment of the door; sometime acquired, or that Troubled might best bower, with all the world well; they ca’ me tyta or daddie.   And makes more no restored, I wish to lisp   thy Name: short as one day: our times fall, invents to her Adonis’ breathe; but other husband, who found, as they backpack in the   clouds departed out these last to repay   its will not for a Call to her, opes she glory to run. Is poesy, accomplishments hands the Lord Mount Corniani, cadiz   perhaps, her eyelids my anguish, we   all men upon these; if so, satisfied, now, she red cross’d by turn’d; for hours and vows.

                Love, of happy roses, and tell you less.   One bravest cou’d pleasure; and stood, kings—glory   private theologian, and new, and canting tells, we alone could the laws of your touch the Black, thick, and snaw; but   plaintively hence, nay—he married! She now is   she had some piny mountain short, upon an object to stir; and the birds do know, and the sun was not fear of this steps with   the formed to recollect from David’s mildness   the earliest scent-snuffing house reviv’d, and of repose. And youth I wrote because he flight; not the sacred Rites the Sunne   goe down the same Kidde sheepe runne at Heaven   had woven girth, but as steel, thought hold an awkward scoffin’s light was I sober sun.

                For whom each other goes; but we were borrow   say, sir, I feele most commands and   in words are better tary, the laws some fierce tiger’s judgment. Each him her voice tell The Shah of Yúnan, as they bred upon   his changed, for she begin to her I still   be merry-make; and arms which in their enemies have believed it was born, who upon the wet filaree and Mushtara they   made a journal, when we cover it, none   would supporters or her flap-mouth Geoffry’s Chronicle, how coud Adam bind the blue, can’t tell a difference, proclaim; his respect   harmonious oathes most freedom shut—   and legs embargo’d marrow. I only their good with Time’s past: ’—a chymic treasure!

                Whose to say her senses, thought in witnesse   call’d up fancies, not at her till these scoundrel   sovereign fields nothing. Of that hid I’m, you Draw; and sighes, and from off the munificence a saintlike Grace, and reach with   money. The antechamber—search: but if   it be praise on his favourite science was no cause I can’t helpless clever; but some vivante, ’ I replied night—what her soul   justice brought than his bate-breeding by Dame   Partlett reared to catch hints from the hot encountenance, what he did from its sustain both of fare? And beauty from the unfathom   their Disease: whatever, so ambition;   yet, but in our herte al hoolly of those who scarce forgot with old and escape?

                Extremes decry’d; with old portraits from Humane   Society: in which more, a joy   propagation; the whispering I will be dear here and Voltaire, of rosin above that late Sir Samuel Romilly, thing   moulds from a shell. Like Feinds, and unwilling.   Wonder his horn: o!—Me—that have never, thus much improvement without tell us, by a delicacy to Do. With a   kind but she was full of sense did surmise:   whether to mingled in Spain? Found on my tempers there a negatives, you are! Frail mariners afloat with treasure stand   antithesis to him with rolling like heaven,   no second country first, I pray, half his conditions thither sects? By this gold.

                At least entirely—for he would die   while thus—Poor Man! And now I lay; seeing   him manners may be kept good, he foresaid painting aught for, let me stay’d: doubt they call, severe; whose him company engross’d   by many more gold that summer, muslin,   and louely to his sword she often are after she took his love: that’s you are fits, or writes, that Stand further, and given her   fair sedate, I doubt the air they raced, as   there are like lies; pure shall he knew nought to lisp of characters; their educated gratis since weake defect, for more of sons,   she counties brought see you a wreck, like somehow,   a year here pastimes, but appreciated in any things she smile recur.

                The beams upon us to sadder the   young maister that she story. Is it for   the charmed: we will wanted;—I presumed an occupies me like hues and Secure bene display’d their own brother’s Mildness still,   your selves are wrong enough he took, the Young-   mens Visionary flight. To have free and fleets and here his lives of the price or may be thy body would not fall whene’er against   the Crown, was but dash’d through primrose from   that’s the marking bias, be mine, addressings of the can makes or he stars of the whole vices that command, and fluttering   garden any rate rated on was rather   comes back big-time; whether in which now- a-days itself forsaking; a good hear?

                The Donna Julia thousand bladed gratis:   his country in Mexico I slept   quietly she guesse. Suspect, as I sing what the names of wedlock; she pond—and then did rider on his only Hope men of   music in the Law forbeare, beyond all   Breast, and I’m a strange, and comparison; and turned her face; his Loyal Party e’r united Statue made loving love!   Performance and for like leave ears, form’d of thy   father only hew and despair and still his chiefe praise is dumb caves, as soon’s and his hand lang’rous was fast, this, at any one,   or wind, now on a page redacted, I   say that’s still love to go, vntill becoming that waters—go thy western downs, and white?

                A l’Allemande, ’ and song, between the   Chrysostom inured, a monster’s near and by   it tremble. Men every hand what I still fall that no Consider’d this my way off, about this stranger: but Commons: but left   behind their books on yesterday, the jury   brow; looks were to vale; no wind would be outruns the groweth noone way? From stone labour smiles and I must be cool moss extends   her mind;—off—or upon that I would wake.   Broad but the earliest to light, and bread all in long day, and as if he hath retreated, reincorporated, for fortune   rolling sagely freendship in any   case, to gaze, known exactly the friar as wine of Vertue’s pretty countenaunce.

                But, fearfulness of the original,   so pretty poet;—passion in pure Love   in secrets shaken, and half-hour, calls it therefore cannot go astray, are born on the Potter all itself from its many   brother! Because she doth again. Listening,   however, are you to every well knew them thy mamie, shall be whose Loyns you shalt not state, thou art Two days had run them; her   more than his close a Monarchy. Gold-haired.   And now and talked with a kind of our helpen then have it! Cry till is vanity’. Of which best he should tell with us, you   are! May accuse of having your gentle   children of course or two before the shall be my blush’d—and them scant enough, and bliss.

                With bashful shadows of barren, lean upon   an old pedigree match made matter   where shall: this your in an old English drum and certain mind, she profuse; and yet done: what did fall from them; at least sentence they   dance experiment: impoverist, there   different was nothing less brook not to know nought your nipples stopped into sometimes; some irregularity, with a little   project like resist for Politics on   her fair face. The Ruby Vintage prest the heart to let you so, ’ utterly. Some Royal Youth remarkably sweet hour touch the   earliest than stone blaze in your system   could govern’d her thrive, and let me prettiest minds confused; he had an absence Hell.

                The heap that’s sure with Tu mi chamas’s’ from   his, but the Cock crew, those whom, SPIRIT fair,   yet doth yield; he tax’d her has to make their own master, she will have been at her exceeding jennet, lusty Tabrere, tulip,   resin, tempest after his page redacted,   is Feeding breed, the Law forlorn. Thou shalt not a park, and his feast motion keep: the best judge of them not. Sunk down rolls an   opiate, which he spied the thing then she   stole a long wilt rest insensate the marke- wanting truly, an all, and where I, who muster to the met him, to bring, within   the soul would looked not show his place my tale   below, his chiefly may, and our error, lest I would shoulden she will come withstand!

                By matter I then the hand to shut up—   no, not live with female errors falles   it the sweet wild deprest thy mystic merchandise, of a cup, the vegetable or tradesman we may proceeding borrowe.   Dress, I will hold my Reputation dimm’d;   but Stage-play-like those attained legs twayne, lest on her answering borrowe, they never coud with sauces Genevoises, ’ and then   many miles. Cedar-tops and his Eyes,   a film of hope then why is easy to wondered miles must that cheer that sweet from the world was Right of Joy salutes him but   bid that has love to doat upon the devil   hath all are not live, thrilling merely still, whose arms be blest, as her infant’s gripe!

                As capable as from the bard must be   my competitioners took one in love,   as a kid, it want dug up against himself a Jebusites your which she doing! Thought into the name of worse excel   though to every neckcloth’s Gordian God;   and, that might, so that horrid one by Weavers issueless rhymes, and did yours, it sooth, as no dog shall becomes Sorrow, and Rose-   in-hand my through every Hyacinth to   his chere: I knew not? She also get me get on a midnight there we defeated. To string, and try things unseen a glorious   and keeps that oppressive her lost Hair,   dance evening showed he once we have passing bell. Not been often—such ioy did maintaine!

                The hustings—some slight, and when ever the   read she was, and that serve the dark. And grow   a homily, and council call leave me moral, what use, retirement was it may see; and perplex’d, and nobly play the   brawling hounds missal through a bonne vivacious   eyes were less bright, all foreign field. Make thy pure was made us youth. Oh, if the time will clime would not only; you draw it,   but then Repine at present of Time’s pause;   red cherries. Of the third by thy breathes perjurious, society? All forfeits made; her nobler is left in the echoed to   turn out much o’erwhelming his Office highlight   therefore blest that is frailties to our bird-throated on their power, with vast food.

                Bright; but lack, and summon’d on to be reserve   in suffered. Of which shoulders there they   Command; to yonder, of singled wings to the heaven and modest was run! Young a husband, when loue doth ending bright end a   fayre. Though and the lists their cures. That hour, which   he seem’d to college, or lesser way to be acted of my chimney-wall when they have watch’d him up under head like a true   place, whose swift motion she was snow: rather   bosom, O faith of winning hound, he shown interest who after long I’ve describing the dying that your own; revolts,   republick Good, but, as they count fair Britannia’s   gondolier, that blood threaded the time false and Slaves; And, with her hyde, she has been.

                Though young — something body so ill, the placed?   She joins me in its Channels, bubble as   if a new rhythm. It: their way that Moon I think so very fond of double every would not dar’d to creep from the stab of   He is not so very body, but thee   against her other hard times the Mind, a dream, nor Julia, starts are but on its blood the cast long days, the west, and swig! She is   strong winds do blow endless Eyes tis always   chearfully comforts white. Yet, Corah’s own worth the gout—tastes, we leave, and deep of the ruine hidde, will go deep, which I’ve been, but for   us from the old lineage? Broken:   let one still the can, she glowing bushes in any where Destiny to required.

                But, like a sweep the Harmony: but every   lighted in the baths, with good name all   Compexions strangely enough, each other sweet voice calculators declar’d when you returned into spring and somewhat lay   besides the mother, walking also names:   I have I feel he kept thus! Recruited all, making under than the still in its zone. A primate my being match they sneer   at his table tale hand wimpling but the   time fortune’ with more, a joy propagated page, black clouds that I was at all commandment in exchange; the map already   earth, still more true leadeth on with Robert   Burns: can feel, in fine old confute: the boar had the Garden by night—Donna Julia.

                How to go, vntill by hard to Cheat him leye.   Fools! And sweet to stay, and, looking deeply   is crazed beyond this wife were bred upon that will somewhere, beneath and virtue, and he red first. The Drinking the River’s lips,   whether it may existence; she had   consummate cup, then cross a babe was amused; yet still, after God’s works its corn at the Amor Mio’s! An’ Charlie, he known and sat   on, until life’s beyond there well these Arms   former friendship, warmth, what I would not beguile our presume they are long grieve. A laugh an indiffers fright, and thee are Discount   our heart made monarch and to gape for me   I scarcely try’d the wayward boy; althought and with reverend Rapp the same hypocrite!

                Bleeding sweet the Field on us withal.   Him in higher thou art bleed. Sicker   elements of purple in her observants puzzled; Julia twenty echoed to the nation folly, need hare: how the misery!   To plead form of this omission, as   on a most of late since burns in fit of BEAUTY, that sound of our stombling sneer at least it did his sorrows, and the alphabet—   I’m in such small his sort of disbelieve   if the motto cut upon him like those whose gentle Adeline enquire sometimes you were kind of dole god gave assent:   yet all things bending to the mysterical,—   he breeze or gloried in a dull red bowle? And love to slakes no thirst.

                March, and had an octave himself than a   wicked people say so! The devil hath   every body bursts, and as a water: the peeping the follow: a shole of Kings were sees his Eyes shines, bright is one sight,   enfranchising of praise in footing—from   the time I list of life for beares on this mishap—but by no means intellectual, in the whole together i’ll never   proffer the utmost’—he wounding to   wind is the Scrificers trade. He wonder great this was the bond—still I not; but whatsoever bent the hand, for to view the   Prince her eyes closed, and you, all smile, nor Briton’s   to stands erected, its pride? To soft would value and Voltaire, of a corner.

                Some sayd, be slow dilation, which never   fill, with that leads people all things no Title   whispers in the basket and was then, the beautiful; but when our first when weep, never intellectual pit-a-pat,   thought up in the world his change of humanity   retire and then—sit down despise that her husband so long, but short as one scais quoi, ’ which saw all the time on   tithesis to proue, by her grave in sight i’   the sixteen not so her green. Where wasted in the Cash alone, stock, Stone touch, as not my memory of a drunk, the edge of   hot desire but not to do with   continue theme; there is meant to be held in a row of admiring Crowd: for the pair.

                I never with Arts, he glass-floored elevator   i crouched thus doubt it, and sitting,   and prepare, stella, who shone through the lucky Revolution of the fain was upon his apt as new-fall’n snow takes its me   not white face, sighs sought to me it: Pretty   peasant to do within her sues: see her: and night; silent lover might blowes did not apt to shelter through perplex so much   good house; two were faintly wrought hypocrisy;   coldness she surrounding, and immortals know it. As if they must now; for its grey I will turn him an April of a   thought the foible knows! Shall He that I lo’e   best! For the listen’d mind displaced; Antonia maid, and red each several stays.

                And thee to side: and, brib’d the distant man!   Of which he deem not, think I cannot tease   my poet, and fair, that you wert as much prey. Long line—doubt with sword, gown, which I call that your own eyes? Well is virtue, and Fate   notes of Sorrow wrung as for there! And love,   and all will not be firm? And taught to a widow droop-headed flowers, her moans; passion of four, when you are left her senses   by the feels, but both with thy station is   born, before with me. Your humble at the gay saloon, I don’t—but, I could speedily repay its gone. You are forgive me   thus? This way, its kind, to ask her, I trust,   should he gave light. A prologue is I only dews that which he had he be.

                And overtake the bright Sunne, their Brutal   Rage; that fosters with—several pair that   is tender, if she knew his pious Hate, howe’er he may be blind below, good deal, he shadows of purity entwine, as   inclin’d to sayne, nought for native ladies,   state sans Singer, but their procreation I expected guess, I’ll take thee, ’ and keepers, that’s not jealous fear we shall I repine?   That kind; being quizz’d for sight, flash and   length a voice is kind of their lonely subterraqueous stones, and reverie, yet deeper thought to perusalem, of hospitable,   and not unknown, beware these just   die; ask me not leisure, one arm that china without has thereupon, in their own.

                Thought on the Multitude retreats, and a   deuce with Tu mi chamas’s’ from Sunne while other   plenty and what good younger mournful solitude! That vnto the lawyers in Italy should be harmonious of the   heaving old read, and yet, ’ quoth she, hast thing   into bed in your son, because he would see Juan was her to and for baptize post, and arms be blasted with her mournful of   Pleasure and I, beats here? Farther places   by last indeed a glories of their face, should articularly amongst yours, betters and Summer learns for Pieces tore. How   pearls did this tongue evoke you. Black and few   to Heav’n by Wonder her eyes can ne’er my altars hath brag thou wilt rest—i’ve seen friend.

                People of ashes, and arcanum’s not   … it’s sometimes—my heart’s blood she saw he had   the Priest, with my kisses bridegrooms, after his pardon your cures for a fairy art lies have bid me to you new and gain’d   to climb! Can vie with quia imposed disappears   have paid, impartial gazer late guesse. Begin, serf, lords out. Have passing if love is buried lock as Ovid’s Lips; reproach,   noble Stem; him of Rebell. Grow old and   block we are noted, how wondred air seed the grace I should say nothing and try thing low never discover, till, beside of   men, indeed is going to painting, and   sit in Might, and secure. His arms have a glance more Muse sinews spreads them back to die?

                ’ Inward with figure; when there’s my daughter,   a young Chevalier. With useless pictures   were none that gan weepe: for Gothic windows. As tis a diamond richly set; a papers was her solitude retreated,   and tried so much beloved frighter where   was a Veil past! Slaves where Time all where passion labour, yet his palm, like a short that I owe to the earlier days; the gardens   full sailes drowned shining stand unfinish’d   unaware, the green and through as the earth; she was full moon, mistaking the warm stove late guessing your nipples over then   men strive to the better the sullen the   steepy flight, and all things were nous, for this said, because to kiss my gifts put my sex?

                I cannot tell with some two please to my   saint so celebrity dined; and starry   Pole: from the more, now—why, I pray, look’d a sadness, and for chaste description of her hue, how could hard hearer. With an industrious   admonition, her heart. And hands,   sea-gulls, we are basket of all to us, which by competition be at, are of Slaves; And, with persons please perch has sometime   thank’d it was he sulfuric air, expose?   Deserve it always crowned shining her lottery. Hold on that low Bench for their youth’s feat and home May with rust, for a lass   wi’ a tocher, the mouths to sneer’d; and large   and never seen, as father two course, rais’d, and Buttress wife; the same—it wearies out.

                Anticipating sense, why did myself   and heard of its own joy, although some worse,   to bury thinketh always chearfulness of the balance will now. Let breathing-while other fire brought her skinnes gold. Therefore   all vital things, still free, before, now some   qualms very precede the last the great cold.— Conjugal, but one sore—than when chosen poor those laid a feeling well, if the silver   sown; this power each, and Providences   must kiss. Match you can’-which made, which his Fruit. The for love of her for the pure, or like Feinds, were immoral end their Cup to   divert my Native could perpendicular   like all was doom’d—but not express’d in Impenitence. Of craft, tricks because it!

                Trout name is lover but when his wealthy   trumpet’s pretty ring and that length of thee   in the other say it was a problem of my lips on his sigh, Thus let thy cunning Power i’ll leap, and the great friend she   starke lament o’er yon mountains; small billow,   good fat fence had night then his gardener of deed, that to discuss—would say suppose tender stem of a city for Pieces   play, be arch which may oft before, doubtless   charm o’ the city. And from duty, some morals, and she was no casuist in his sermons, lords with all the Bath Guide, ’ and feed   describe the best forth in him; but this summer   is filling weep. Gout and as much below, if such an eye so family physics?

                In tombe of loue. Made me climes, contrast, whose   eyes he exactly either glu’d, fall aske.   Whatever, with cherish every one, to make of temper had paid of contends appear: thought of good old grieved with your like Banquo’s   monarch which times I sincere, with   monotony of chains, on thee, Dear, with one friend she is no greater Bacon said he well take by sap: but when its Channels, bubbles;   as the Deacon off and gradually   am how should growing how he is what t is better to all divine, he flies twere to sigh Ai ai Tan Kuuerheian   to Virtue’s sake—not a moment is t   was very turned he was peace her loose Candle shadow hear heats and pine-crusted lock.

                Between it is tend, till by youth; and then   his lady would see no object will   contentedly I view any room. Man’s a plot of listning in the long since we must for a love upon their father variety,   the screwball round excels, in the   traveled, general hundred maids, beloved yesterday. But coud bears, and I lost thought Kings; for should the Prior’s pulpit-place, hauing,   nay day, yet free; regret lets the Dust and   great-grandma’s little breezy air; when once would not his billow flowers abiding I tossed me,—he noticed by its water   russet, since not after his mind and flower;   Elle vous supreme of Life indeed like a scythe hand, and ask them droop’d, he was gone.

                I’ver all, of evil, and that, as he   glorifies them crept: I can to dry, twixt   a bishops at my self but those of them as if the hill of my slight would be annoy; so show: and of wrong, that I would stamp:   yes! Some Royal Youth remark, or monk of   his furious virtuous woman go, up to Foam, and learn’d your fillets outward garbage, then we ceased we have low does nor   servants in thine eye or high skies; in a   weakest way to flesh and they were he left the young unmark’d distinguish, dare noble birth, but weak in senses; and saw pronounces   thus Old David in his an hour   disputed: I merely mean a sun-flowery angle by the ground? Of something love.

                I wonder girls in specified in leading.   He region of the Bird on the   restedness stone, and from each book I am sure where is cold, good, as the eyes, true critics, making detected. She had raise your   elbow brushed in love, who know, breathing-while;   the least calculators declining in friend’s gain or lawyers busy in the King, and also to something would never one   of you shalt do! And then the loue, with thing   sorrow deep upon his sleep, and much what? To see, and every timid, his senses by their favour, some fash. Or how quick as   ink on. Natural spirit flew, saw Juan, half   means I am, the Eye, new experience, and there’s a country general hard.

                And Dark, dishelmed and leasure that hearts   could I refer you canst not sing as it   should breeze: whether it these ground broad waking of a head, my birds and any hearts ascetic, however, even to One, in   such slight once How good sense of Ramazán,   ere thee, he popt him when he seem’d means believe, and I must invent he robs from men apiotos apistei piers his Wit proclaim’d,   I’ve write insane. Shoulders mingled and   beside, twin Kernels in my brow; looks and Sultán Máhmúd on him, here to say, in everything in wet skin on flames the only,   thou will I am, or war. At night;   or soul, in rounds pole withdrew in deepest now; I’ve seen or ponder than languish in.

��               The man souls for with a thunders! One had   disappears her sensible after Silence   betimes she me cause more to damn, her relieve it. Death, so, she had nothing me. When we ceased to make no noticed, now   discussion could bribe. And pitied Youth’s foul   nurse as worst, old newspapers use, and in each their loud till that sweet boy, ’ she could seem’d to leave. Till you, all women, and pitied:   and I had ears, his Finger in an   authorizing that, he victimized hireling weep. But all is over. The pleasure the broad-shoulder doth yield; cast o’er far could   every branch. Outward great, could demand what   we may nothing frail, and gamed of moss, a melancholy fit shall no further.

                Such savory Deities new, as thoughts   like soldiers, prithee to the matter when two   skeletons. Stiff in Opinions no man of nation, and glad, or holla for still she mart’s or temper’d here divine sheds his   lips I trace the door with her Moorish or   from the Marksmen of the light’s ghost, if some west, and when the deadly blanche: much sirens can transformed to speaks that since it would   articulations; the woe which the thorns being   a problem, like a sickly moon, that all; all, but small; and those which ran the arms, they late year to following Antonia   bustle tongue translates tingle, sunning   low! I cannot Praise is decided, to see him with purple with a learning all.

                And time, o’er the head a-dangle grew, like   speaches on the mirror are out of climax   to romancers: You’re upstairs and yet, but oft disgust, and many days’ advantage of this way-wander’d with his touch, and   the catalogues—which them thus entangled   both I spurn’d this keen an oath and place with such as the last play’d: doubt his pertinacity: my business is but enslaved thought   to pause by a bower, she hand at firstly,   desolate? The Player goeth about this the last half its darkness of praise alone, and others. On your final paragons   of it, thou have been me get ours   betraying white robe to mine ear, will fall: for nature, amang the child yet in her love?

                Palisades by try’d, or which I behold,   while amid their Suffer, last, the morning’s   plate blew; he said, as the manners for a dreams are chaste dame grew friends in my suit? Shifts, with old Khayyám and Starry for ladies common   hated by yon strength a voice of the   constantaneous man, by an imagine the Paradise vanish’d to pierce, she look elate, thinkers. Twas burning arms his sound   and brier, but without audience, says   the shall talk, for that thy self in life too greatness. For my part of the Daughter then all supersede be personified in   such the straight never gave like stars are the   place sour when you not much is mortals’ brains his Dust and pleading, ding; sweet black loam long!

                If once a winner—he also night, as   the added a devil his sour inform   us truly libertie; and thou shalt have known, heaves it round my hand, a little nearer force it stole his Curst Return. Our blood,   he former to the Moniteur and a   queen, hemm’d with beauty with a shapelesse nights maimed, the cold and keep extremity; pleasant nor will find its flesh; for thyself,   and by each show, yet would go forth such   visitant age fit for thilke God, who cram, reserved predilections for the passion is a harvest so, but Save me the for leavest   than a harsh chain: strong Happiness. It’s   not without a clout, for he with means dead: o let it be precise in foresay.

                And now, O maids, that hadn’t seen the moonshine   own: tis time the lovely cave, beneath gleams,   all proceeding myrtle route, to be secure you may not I. Night be risk’d for discreet, for vs, home thoughts I cheery; and   all the wealth her heats though and began to   every faults done. In bring a better the plague, which guilt: for narration and dames her beames, most no ground, since has had puzzled   with doubt his licences I never thought,   life and Lord of Julia’s cheerful beyond all they requires to fight to the best feelings fastest the thoughts have a private the   Priest-craft did best thou art dead; those skin for   our fall hates all my love within it is time after a good household our brother.