#scud race

[posthumanwanderings]

Sega's Masterpiece! Scud Race! SEGA's Model 3 Arcade Racing Game and the Alpha Dreamcast Version

[doamarierose-honoka]

Sega's catalog of racing games is impressive, but for those looking for truly exceptional titles, the following entries stand out among the rest.

Racing games are one of the oldest video game genres around, thrilling gamers since Magnavox Odyssey owners gave Wipeout (not that one) a go. Nearly every developer around the world has given racing games a try, with some getting more success than others. Mario Kart has sold a lot of units for Nintendo, and Gran Turismo became the biggest-selling game on Sony’s PS1.

However, it’s hard to think of a company that likes racing games more than Sega. They ruled the arcades directly with a wide range of titles that would go on to become classics in the genre. But which ones are Sega’s best racing games?

NOTE

These entries are not solely ranked by their Metascore, as this isn't always the best metric. Instead, the games listed here are ranked by their gameplay, features, thrills, and their impact on the genre, with Metascore just one aspect of their rating.

10

Sega GT 2002

Metascore: 82

Developer: Wow Entertainment.

Platform: Xbox.

Released: September 2002.

The original Sega GT was meant to be the Dreamcast’s answer to Gran Turismo, and it was a good game. But it wasn’t quite the big hit Sega was looking for, selling modestly on an already modest console. Luckily, the series continued after the Dreamcast’s demise with Sega GT 2002. It was bigger, flashier, and gave players 160+ cars to work with.

The game came with an interesting range of modes, from a Gran Turismo-like Career Mode to a Chronicle Mode where players could race and tweak vintage cars from the 1960s onward. They could even earn extra cash by completing extra objectives during the race. The biggest cash prize came from getting through a race unscathed, so it favored smooth racing over stock car-like body contact.

9

Super Hang-On

Metascore: 76

Developer: Sega AM-2.

Platforms: Arcade, Genesis, Game Boy Advance, Amiga, Atari ST, ZX Spectrum, Amstrad CPC, Commodore 64, Sharp X68000, Nintendo 3DS, PS4.

Released: April 1987.

Picking out the best of Sega’s 1980s racing output is tricky. Power Drift brought the action up close with its zoomed-in, swaying camera. Enduro Racer had wheelies and logs to jump over. Then there was the almighty OutRun, a tricky game where players had to master the driving mechanics to reach one of its five goals within its tight time limits.

Still, as popular as they were, the biker racer Super Hang-On deserves kudos. It brought on more tracks and a turbo function to out-race the competition. Players could even choose their own music track like in OutRun. But it could get just as challenging depending on which course the player chose too. The Africa course is simple enough at 6 stages, but Europe offers a whopping 18 stages to race through.

8

Virtua Racing

Metascore: 82

Developer: Sega AM-2 (original), M2 (Switch).

Platforms: Arcade, Genesis, 32X, Saturn, PS2, Switch.

Released: April 1992.

Sega was arguably the first company to make a pseudo-3D racing game with 1976’s Road Race. But when it came to actual polygonal 3D, they were beaten out by Namco’s underrated Winning Run and Atari’s stunt-filled Hard Drivin’. Yet they’re not as fondly remembered as Sega’s Virtua Racing.

It ran much faster than Hard Drivin’, looked more vibrant than Winning Run, and offered the player more bang for their buck. Players could pick multiple views over its forebears' first-person-only angle and featured 3D human NPCs during its pit sequences. VR may not have been the first 3D racer, but it was the best for its time and was certainly the most influential for the genre.

7

Scud Race

GameFAQs Score: 3.93/5 Stars

Developer: Sega AM-2.

Platforms: Arcade.

Released: 1996.

After the success of Sega’s Daytona USA, people at the company expected developers AM-2 to make Daytona USA 2 next. They would eventually make a sequel in 1998, but they wanted to mix things up for 1996. So, they made the similar but different Scud Race (aka Sega Super GT). It replaced Daytona’s stock cars with GT supercars and used the snazzy new Model 3 Step 1.5 hardware over Daytona's Model 2 tech.

While many of its elements still resembled Daytona, like the HUD and select screen, the gameplay was new. It introduced the ability to accelerate while drifting, giving players the edge over other racers if they could master it (and fishtails if they couldn't). It made for thrilling races, but it would ultimately be limited to the arcades as its Dreamcast port would get canceled.

6

Sega Rally Championship

Metacritic User Score: 8.2

Platform(s): Arcade , Sega Saturn , PC , Game Boy Advance , PS2

Released: October 11, 1994

Developer(s): Sega-AM3

Genre(s): Racing

Only a relatively small group of lucky arcade players really knew about Scud Race back in the day, but everyone practically heard about Sega Rally Championship. It may have only had 3 cars and 4 tracks, yet it gave players a new experience by replicating rally-style racing. For example, winning a race relied more on overtaking cars and staying within the time limit than constantly aiming for first place.

It certainly helps, but even if the player didn’t come in first on a track, their consistency could earn them enough points to win. The game was also more in-depth on how different surfaces affected the car’s handling. They could keep their grip on asphalt, then slip more on grass, then even more in mud. As simple as it sounds, it was enough to inspire other developers to make their own rally games and inspire players to get the game on the Saturn and PC.

5

F-Zero GX

Metascore: 89

Platform(s): GameCube

Released: August 25, 2003

Developer(s): Amusement Vision

Genre(s): Racing

Sega making an entry in a Nintendo game is mind-blowing to look back on. It's just as surprising to learn it was specifically made by Amusement Vision, who’d later make the Yakuza/Like A Dragon series and become better known as RGG Studio. Y/LAD creator Toshihiro Nagoshi also produced many of Sega’s classic racers, like Daytona USA and Scud Race, alongside design work for Virtua Racing.

In short, odd as it seems, Nintendo knew they'd do great work with F-Zero GX. It lived up to the wild speed previous F-Zero games reached but with improved visuals, more tracks, and an infamous story mode that really ramped up the challenge. Canny players could even use Gameshark/Action Replay to access hidden tracks from its arcade equivalent, F-Zero AX, and get even more hours of ultra-speed racing.

4

Daytona USA 2: Battle on the Edge

GameFAQs Score: 4.27/5 Stars

Developer: Sega AM-2.

Platforms: Arcade (original), PS4, PS5, Xbox Series X/S, PC ( Like A Dragon: Gaiden ).

Released: June 1998.

As groundbreaking as Virtua Racing was, Daytona USA was a vast improvement in graphics and gameplay. It had more cars, more impressive tracks, and adaptive AI that tailored itself towards the player’s skill level. So, it’s no wonder Sega would port and remake it multiple times, with the Saturn alone having 2 versions of the game. However, its sequel, Daytona USA 2: Battle on the Edge, would never leave the arcades.

The only way to play it at home is to get Like a Dragon Gaiden and find it under the new, non-license-infringing title, Sega Racing Classic 2,at the arcades. It has new drifting techniques like the ‘slingshot’, and extra modes like Grand Prix and Endurance. With much more on offer, it’s surprising that Sega never gave it a chance outside the arcades.

3

Sonic & All-Stars Racing Transformed

Metascore: 82

Platform(s): PS3 , PS Vita , Xbox 360 , Wii U , 3DS , PC , Android , iOS

Released: November 20, 2012

Developer(s): Sumo Digital

Genre(s): Racing

Technically, Sonic & All-Stars Racing Transformed wasn’t made directly by Sega. Both it and its predecessor, Sonic & Sega All-Stars Racing, were made by Sumo Digital, who previously made OutRun 2006: Coast 2 Coast for the company, and recently made The Texas Chainsaw Massacre game. Sega just published the game for its various platforms.

Still, it’s chock-full of references to classic Sega games, right down to its soundtrack, which is full of remixes of old-school tunes. The Transform mechanic also spiced things up beyond its ‘Sega Kart’ roots. At certain points on the track, the player's car will transform into a boat or aircraft to travel on water or in the air, complete with new physics and mechanics to work with. It’s an inventive game that could do with a modern re-release.

2

F355 Challenge

Metascore: 85

Developer: Sega AM-2.

Platforms: Arcade, Dreamcast, PS2.

Released: July 1999.

Sega has had a thing for Ferraris since OutRun used a Ferrari Testarossa Spider. It certainly was the start of their willingness to use actual motor licenses, from the different cars in games to the Daytona 500 NASCAR race itself. It culminated in F355 Challenge, a game that showcased producer/director Yu Suzuki’s love for the brand so much he (allegedly) raced his own Ferrari on tracks for data collection.

It also shows how closely he and AM2 replicated the F355. For 1999, it was the most realistic depiction of the car and what it’s like to race it on circuits. Combined with its use of real racing tracks, and the same real-time ‘Magic Weather’ system as Shenmue, it gave players an authentic racing experience come rain or shine, both in the arcades and at home.

1

OutRun 2

Metascore: 79

Developer: Sega AM-2 (Arcade), Sumo Digital (Xbox).

Platforms: Arcade, Xbox.

Released: December 2003.

The original OutRun inspired a host of follow-ups. Some of which are just as fondly remembered, like OutRunners. Yet there was only one game that got the distinction of being OutRun’s official sequel, and it came out 17 years later, in 2003. OutRun 2 is arguably the best entry in the series too, with some preferring its souped-up re-release OutRun 2006: Coast 2 Coast.

O2006 had more cars and more modes, including its exclusive ‘Coast 2 Coast’ Mode. But O2 had Heart Attack mode, where performing select stunts during courses earns the player heart points. O2’s journey home via the Xbox also had better controls than O2006's home releases. It also came with tracks from Scud Race and Daytona USA 2. Players who missed out on those underrated gems could finally give them a swing via O2.

[retrocgads]

USA 1997

[norman-fucking-reedus]

I read your submissive Scud post and it literally had my foaming at the mouth. I was wondering if you would expand on that? (Especially the pegging part💀)

Thank you!! You’re awesome!!! I love your work!!

THE PEGGING THE PEGGING THE PEGGINGGGRAAAAHHHH 😝🎀🔥🦅🦅

We’re both foaming at the mouth okay I get the urge to fuck the shit out of him every hour of the day its not a want its a need I desire that I NEED THAT

Anyone who says Scud wouldn’t be into pegging needs to immediately get their eyes checked. That is a cock lover in the flesh. Like i’m telling you guys he loves to just get bent over any surface and be completely stuffed.

This brings me to my secret headcanon abt him, I firmly believe that he’s been double stuffed before. Maybe he bumped into some hot guys on a mission who he totally didn’t lure into the back of his van for them to literally ruin him, and he totally wasn’t getting his little throat and ass destroyed on all fours. Wrong guy. Not him. Never ever.

Now let’s not get it twisted Scud still loves women. Thing is, his cock has always had a lot more nerve endings than the average male, so he cums fairly quickly, but don’t worry because all of Norman’s characters come pre-equipped with pussy eating powers. And Scud is pussy eating machine. He wants it for breakfast lunch and dinner. He has to be forcibly removed and pried away before he thinks about stopping. The jaw cramps just means that hes doing the damn thing.

Back to the original topic.. When you first brought the idea up to Scud, he had absolutely no fucking clue what pegging was, until you dumbed it down for him, to which he almost immediately agreed. Getting his back blown out by a literal goddess? Umm, somebody better sign him up twice.

Now again, Scuds cock is a tender one, and good boys dont need to be cumming after a few thrusts, so you cutely and quietly stop that from happening. How?

“What’re ya tying?” Scud mumbled against your lips as he you looping something around his balls and the base of his cock, jerking slightly when you pulled the ribbon tightly, tying it into a small bow. “Just something special for you” You kiss him, and he needily kissed back, dick twitching from your gentle contact.

Scud gets very, very turned on by kisses. Especially ones that are deep and sloppy with lots of tongue and spit. He gets so drunk off them and it’s the easiest way to get him to submit, because lord he’d do anything you say just as long as you keep kissing him.

Okay the actual pegging part, Scud is not the foreplay type. He physically cannot take it and needs pleasure as soon as he can get it. He’ll whine and squirm as you finger him open, babbling out begs for you to hurry.

He likes to be fucked as if he were a literal ragdoll. Please pound into him as hard as you can, he needs it. He needs to be a moaning mess on the desk. Also Scud is so. fucking. loud. His whimpers and whines bounce off the walls for everyone to hear, and while yes kissing does work, yanking back on his choker works a lot better.

Scud has a choking kink to the max. A very dangerous one at that. He likes to be almost strangled, racing between his orgasm to see if he would cum or pass out first. His choked off gasps and sobs only get him fucked harder.

Oh and the ribbon. The amazing ribbon. When Scud’s orgasm starts to build, he can feel it in his gut, tingling in his toes and shooting through his spine, so close, getting closer and closer yet never quite falling off the edge. It starts to hurt, his dick starts to painfully twitch at the lack of release, whining loudly as you continued rocking into him, a smile pulling your lips. “Hey Scud. Wanna see how cool my cock is?”

He mumbles something out, lips glossy with spit as a small puddle started to form on the table. You fished a remote out from your pants pocket, clicking once, twice, glancing up to Scud’s twisting face. You swiftly pulled your hips back, leaving only the buzzing tip of the dildo before completely burying it all back into your boyfriend, pressing right into what you knew was his sweet spot from the lewd and loud whimpers that Scud couldn’t stop from coming out, each thrust sending his eyes so far into the back of his head.

Scuds cock ached, orgasm building so rapidly once again as you fucked him stupid, turning his brain into nothing but the sex clouded mess that it was made to be. When you amplify the vibrations speed, and it makes each snap of your hips pump pure ecstasy into his body, and he just needed so much more.

“Please, mmngh, please let me cum mommy, please fuck me so hard and let me cum,” He babbled, whimpers and moans tearing from his chest when he felt you increase your pace, skin slapping skin. “Is this what you want, hm baby? To be fucked like the dirt slut you are?” You cooed, leaning down over him. Scud brainlessly nodded against the table, choking on his words as he spoke. “Yes! Want mommy to pound me so deep- so, very fucking deep!” He gasped, shaking like a leaf when he felt the you pulling the ribbon loose, almost sobbing when his orgasm crashed over him finally, cumming harder than ever. You fucked him through it until he was twitching and whining, actually you fucked him until he came again, high moans spilling past his lips with every buzzing thrust to his sweet spot, so overstimulated and sensitive yet you just kept going.

Scud could barely keep his eyes open, groaning which each slap of your hips. You fucked him like he was your own sextoy, pulling orgasm after orgasm from him until he would just collapse, so used and destroyed. His toes curled at a particularly hard thrust, choking in surprise when you suddenly yanking his head back by his choker, holding him down onto your vibrating cock pressed blissfully into that bundle nerves inside him. Scud choked his moans and cries out, desperately rocking his hips as his third orgasm raced off the edge. Oh God, he was so fucking close, vision starting to turn black and his ears ringing as he practically fucked himself on your strap, orgasm slamming into him–

“Scud? Y/n?” Blade’s voice rang out from the hallway, and you quickly pulled out and away from Scud, who gripped the table as his orgasm continued washing over his whole body, bitting down on his lips as he muffled a pained yet so pleasured sob, hips thrusting into the air as ropes of white shot out from his swollen and totally untouched cock, “Fuckin’ hell Scud” You grumbled, shutting off the dildo and having to just stuff it in your underwear, pulling your pants up quickly and searching for anything to wipe up the mess you’ve created.

Blade approached the workshop, steps echoing throughout. You groaned when you couldn’t find anything, and settled for wheeling a chair ontop of it, shoving Scud in it so his still halfway exposed bottom was covered, leaning against the table as if everything was totally normal.

The man swung the workshop door open and lingered at the top of the stairs, staring down at you and Scud with a questioning face. “What are you two doing?” You shrugged, responding with a casual “Nothing.”

Blade’s eyes landed on Scud, who was still very visibly fucked out, eyes droopy and lust riddled, hair pushed back and messy, not to mention the bruises forming on his neck from his choker being pulled. “Mhm. Whenever you get done doing ‘nothing’, come find me” He spoke flatly, before turning and exiting the room, shutting the door behind him. You sighed in relief, glancing down at Scud and his ruined state.

You leaned down, tilting his head up to kiss him on his glossed lips, smiling playfully. “I am not done with you, Scudster”

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

I got a little carried way I just need. I need. I need him guys.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*:･ﾟ★

[breakfastteatime]

Today's Survivor request is Rain for @poppinelle

Koboh changes in the rain. It’s quieter, duller, cooler. After five years on Bracca, Cal has done his best to avoid rain in the intervening years, and yet whenever it catches up to him, he remembers something.

He loves the rain. Or, more accurately, he likes what happens to places in the rain. Washed clean. Fresh scents. Thunder. Lightning. It’s a reminder of home.

Still feels weird to think of Bracca as home. Outside of the Temple on Coruscant, it’s the longest he ever stayed in one place… unless he counts the Mantis, but that was always more about the people than the ship.

He will not be letting Greez hear him say that.

Rain pelts his face. When he’s caught out in it, like he is right now, part of him misses his old poncho. The hood specifically. But Kata wanted some seeds for the garden, Cal knew where to find them, so off he went while clouds merely scudded the sky… and then proceeded to open over his head a few hours into his journey. BD suggested they find cover, maybe in the nearby Phon’Qi caves.

“BD, I know you like it down there despite the explosive acidic plant monster things, but you can’t smell it. I can. It is the worst. It is like Greez’s old sock drawer wrapped around dead fish left out in the sun. I don’t deserve that. No organic with a functional nose deserves it. We’ll just clean up when we get back to Pyloon’s.”

Hopping from foot to foot, BD insists they should get out of the rain because the incoming storm is bad. Really bad. Like storm of the season bad. Sighing, Cal glances at the sky. The Force churns, excited by nature’s dance.

His comm activates. “Cal, you there?”

“Hey, Greez. Everything okay?”

“The weather’s getting nasty down here. Where are you?”

Cal checks BD’s map. “We kinda went up the mountain a little way. We’re not that far from the foothills now.”

“Did you get the seeds for Kata?”

“Yep.”

“You got a nekko?”

“Nope.”

Greez sighs. “I’m gonna need you to find shelter. Like right now. You’re not gonna make it back here in time. When the weather turns like this, it gets real nasty fast.”

BD announces they could head into the Phon’Qi Caverns.

“I’m not heading into the caverns. There’s an old prospector’s shack nearby. I’ll take shelter in there.”

“You sure it’ll survive the storm?” Greez asks. “I don’t wanna hear about you getting blown away.”

Cal pinches the bridge of his nose. “If I get blown away, who’s going to tell you about it?”

Me! BD announces.

“No one’s getting blown away.” Lighting races across the sky, chased by a blast of thunder so loud Cal feels his heart miss a beat. “Whoa!” They had storms on Bracca, big, immense, work-delaying storms, but there was something reassuring about always having the wreck of a Venator overhead to protect him. This feels raw, and a lot more exposed.

“Call me back when you have a roof over your head,” Greez says. “And – hold on.” There’s a voice buzzing in the background. “Right, I’ll tell him. Merrin says if you do get struck by lightning and die, she’s resurrecting you.”

“If she does, tell her to leave my hair in whatever style it’s zapped into,” Cal replies.

He ends the call before Merrin can make any further threats and heads down the mountain, slipping and sliding in the rain. Soon, the storm is so loud he can’t hear anything beyond it, not even BD. He spots the large pool where he first met Skoova. Jumping into it with the very real possibility of being struck by lightning seems dumb, but if he moves fast, he’ll be fine. Totally fine.

“Hold on tight, BD!” he shouts over the storm and launches himself into the air. He hits the water a moment later, sinking deep. Kicking to the surface, it only takes a few strokes to see him across to the other side. There, Cal spots the hut nestled against the cliffs. He hurries over, uses the Force to shove the door open, and slides inside. It’s dark and dusty, but BD’s light shines and reveals a small bed and a stash of rations that are still edible. The layer of dust suggests no one’s been here in years, so Cal hopes no one will mind him helping himself.

The storm rages outside, the roof rattling. “I really hope that holds,” Cal says. He calls Greez, promises he and BD are safe and sound for the night, and swears he’ll be back at first light.

“Cal?”

He stops his rummaging for a heater – anything to dry out his clothes. “Yeah, Greez?”

“You sure you’re okay?”

He leans back against the bed, one hand resting on BD’s head. “Yeah.” He breathes. “I really like the rain.”

“Weirdo.”

“Hairball.”

[xwagnerplaguesx]

"Scud Race/Super GT"

Sega/1996

[omegaremix]

Darkness finds; 2022-2024.

OOPS. Looks like we jumped the gun. Earlier this month, we shared the original shorter list of @postpunkindustrial’s finds from our previous music roll (Ω+) and already it’s gotten some fever. We didn’t realize we set the trigger a few days earlier than intended, just as more of these titles were being released for all of us to have.

Good news: We upped the finds five-fold since then. We found a lot of curious stuff worth hearing and an era to appreciate, so here’s the list we intended on posting. Industrial, breakcore, new wave, goth rock, no-wave, hip-hop, noise, and experimental sounds are all on the table - and then some.

In a never-ending race for us to catch up on everything we haven’t listened to yet, we’ll still take more. It’s possible that we’ll use them for future purposes (posting, airplay, etc.) and for you to get some ideas, because that’s what we do here. But, don't thank us, thank him for sharing the wealth. It’s the right thing to do.

Siglo XX: self-titled

Clock DVA: Advantage

* various artists: New York Noise Vol. 1-3.

Gridlock: Further

Rubberoom: Architechnology

Din-S.T.: 93 In The Mornin’

Parasite vs. Electromeca: C'mon PunXXX!!! Counterattack!!!

Gravediggaz: 6 Feet Deep

God: The Anatomy Of Addiction

Diseno Corbusier: El Alma De La Estrella

Thunderinas, The: Blower

Ślepcy: Absent Opera

Mark Stewart & The Maffia: Learning To Cope With Cowardice

Somatic Responses: Uncivilized World

Xanopticon: Même Mage

* various artists: The Last Supper

Muslimgauze: Lo-Fi India Abuse

Tools You Can Trust: Working And Shopping

Dead Voices On Air: Hafted Maul

Ice: Bad Blood

Annie Anxiety: “Barbed Wire Halo” 7″

Crash Worship: A.D.R.V.

Portion Control: Shot In The Belly

Het Zweet: self-titled

Pan Sonic: A

Bourbonese Qualk: The Spike

Keith LeBlanc: Major Malfunction

Ed Flis / Seppuku Fashion: The End split

Michael Siegel: The Sounds Of The Junk Yard

* various artists: Collision Course

Corrosion of Conformity: “Vote With a Bullet” (Consolidated RMX)

Winterkälte: Drum ‘N’ Noise

SPK: “No More”

Sleep Chamber: Flesh On Flesh

Keiji Haino: Execration That Accept To Acknowledge

* various artists: Payrere 2nd edition

Hanayo & *various artists: Gift

Diseno Corbusier: Perfido Encanto

Mighty Upsetter: Kung Fu Meets The Dragon

Tangerine Dream: Thief original motion picture soundtrack

Test Dept.: Beating The Retreat

* various artists: Dry Lungs

Edgar Froese: Kamikaze

Full Watts label discography

* various artists: New York Noise Volumes 1-3

Somatic Responses: Engaging The Enemy

King Tubby: King At The Control

CPUWar & Pisstank: split LP

Organum: In Extremis

Zipper Spy: Extortionist

Dev/Null: Laser Thrash

Proyecto Mirage: self-titled

* various artists: Pathological Compilation

Revolutionaries, The: Earthquake Dub (Evolution Of Dub Vol. 5)

Optic: Raver Chix Dig Noize!

DJ Scud & Christoph Fringelli: Bodysnatcher

Einsturzende Neubauten: Stahlmusik

Tape Beatles, The: A Subtle Buoyancy Of Pulse

Din-S.T.: Ladycracker e.p.

Jackel & Hyde: Escape From South London

Fanny: Fear And Loathing For Dummies

2nd Gen.: Irony Is

DJ Scud (is Rudeboy): Jackboots And Birds

Tackhead: Tape Time

Gary Cross: Salaried Man Club

Maria Zerfall: Tote-Zone.

Throbbing Gristle & Albrecht/d.: Music From The Death Factory

Coil: “Is Suicide A Solution?” 7”

* various artists: Sexorama 1: Compilation Of Industrial Culture Mail Music

William S. Burroughs: Dead City Radio

FM Einheit: Stein

Photek: UFO

* various artists: Dirty Debutantes Vol. 1

V-Vm: The Christmas Cracker

Babyland: You Suck Crap

(Updated.)

[thatwriterchaotic]

Listen I know you just completed a request from me but this has been in my head all da. But how would Murphy or Scud be like in a relationship with a Witch S/O?? (this could be for either of them)

Also you did an amazing job and please drink water and eat some food ☺️

Hey there lovely, hoping you're doing well :). I decided on Scud for this one since he does live in a vampire themed world. This was really fun to write. I did some research before writing this and I kind of leaned towards being a Green witch and crystal. Sorry it took me so long but I hope you like it. 💕

Our little secret

Summary: It was Scud’s first time coming to your apartment. Which you tried to avoid the most. Wondering how he would react to you being a witch and all.

Pairing: Scud x Witch!Fem!Reader

Word count: 831

Warnings: none. Mostly fluff and supportive Scud

Your POV:

You panicked as you rushed around your apartment. Making sure everything was clean and tidy. Scud would be coming over to your apartment shortly. You tried to avoid it as much as possible. Not wanting him to know about your little secret. Your relationship with Scud had been fairly knew. Still getting to really know each other. That's when you heard the him knock on the door. You felt the hairs on your arms stand up.

You took a deep breathe. Trying your best to relax. It was just Scud. He either wouldn't notice your large crystal collection and many herbs and dead flowers hanging on the walls. Or he simply wouldn't care. You heard another knock on the door and you sprinted into action. Well here it goes.

You opened the door with a small smile on your face. Happy to see your boyfriend. He looked handsome as always. His long shaggy hair and stoner like attire. “Hey there pretty lady” He greeted you as he walked through the door gently kissing your cheek. You blushed softly and shut the door behind him. Watching as he walked towards the living room and sat down on the couch.

You felt so antsy, knowing he was going to find out eventually. But was it too soon? How would he react? Would he dump you? You couldn't get your mind to stop racing. Scud looked at you and saw the complex look on your face. He patted the spot beside him on the couch. “Hey what's got you thinking so much? Come sit with me” He said softly wanting to comfort you. You sighed softly and sat down next to Scud on the couch.

He gently reached up and brushed your hair behind your ear. Draping his other arm around you on the back of the couch. You smiled a little and leaned into his side. Knowing it would be better just to come out and say it. Just be truthful and see how it goes. Maybe it wouldn't be as bad as you thought.

“Okay.. Look I have to talk to you about something” You started off slowly. “I just don't want you to overreact or freak out okay. I know everyone has different thoughts on this. But I need to be honest with you.” You said to Scud as more serious look on your face.

"Okay, what is it? You know you can tell me anything” Scud responded softly, gently rubbing your back softly with his hand. It helped you relax a bit. Taking a deep breath. You looked at Scud. “I'm a witch. Specifically a green and crystal witch. I like to study remedies with herbs and dried flowers. And the energies of different crystals and what they are used for.” You explained. Feeling that heavy feeling in your chest ease at last. Finally telling your big secret to Scud.

He almost looked like he was going to laugh. Until he noticed how serious you are. “Oh you're not joking” Scud said looking at you. “Of course I'm not joking Scud. who would joke about being a witch” You said in a slight annoyed tone. Scud chuckled softly from the grumpy expression across your face.

“Well since we are revealing secrets.. I work for a half human half vampire called Blade. I make gadgets and gizmos for him to kill other vampires” Scud said with a serious expression on his face. You laughed and playfully hit his shoulder. Not believing him at first. Until you noticed he wasn't laughing with you. This whole time Scud was working for a vampire human hybrid and you had no clue.

“You're kidding me right? This whole time I was so panicked that you where going to dump me for being a witch. Yet you work for a vampire.” You said feeling kind of dumb. You sighed softly and ruffled up Scud's hair. He tickled your sides in the process making you squeal out loud. Laughing in the process. “And this whole time I never knew I was dating a hot witch. The things we learn about each other.” Scud said with a smile as he continues to tickle your sides. Leaning in to place a kiss on your cheek. Maybe you should have just told him sooner..

[everydaydg]

Scud Race's drift is

how do I describe it so far... slippery?

sometimes the car just spins out out of nowhere

Its really hard to gauge when you have to start correcting... and straightening out the car isn't as intuitive as I would assume

its a very touchy game...

Gear drifting seems impossible

hm...

[myownprivate]

Ulysses

Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809 – 1892)

It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Matched with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. I cannot rest from travel; I will drink Life to the lees. All times I have enjoyed Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when Through scudding drifts the rainy Hyades Vext the dim sea. I am become a name; For always roaming with a hungry heart Much have I seen and known—cities of men And manners, climates, councils, governments, Myself not least, but honored of them all,— And drunk delight of battle with my peers, Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough Gleams that untraveled world whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished, not to shine in use! As though to breathe were life! Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains; but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.    This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom I leave the scepter and the isle, Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfill This labor, by slow prudence to make mild A rugged people, and through soft degrees Subdue them to the useful and the good. Most blameless is he, centered in the sphere Of common duties, decent not to fail In offices of tenderness, and pay Meet adoration to my household gods, When I am gone. He works his work, I mine.    There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail; There gloom the dark, broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toiled, and wrought, and thought with me, That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed Free hearts, free foreheads—you and I are old; Old age hath yet his honor and his toil. Death closes all; but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with gods. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks; The long day wanes; the slow moon climbs; the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down; It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Though much is taken, much abides; and though We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are, One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will

[gogglemouse]

"Ulysses"

"It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Matched with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. I cannot rest from travel; I will drink Life to the lees. All times I have enjoyed Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when Through scudding drifts the rainy Hyades Vext the dim sea. I am become a name; For always roaming with a hungry heart Much have I seen and known—cities of men And manners, climates, councils, governments, Myself not least, but honored of them all,— And drunk delight of battle with my peers, Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough Gleams that untraveled world whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished, not to shine in use! As though to breathe were life! Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains; but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom I leave the scepter and the isle, Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfill This labor, by slow prudence to make mild A rugged people, and through soft degrees Subdue them to the useful and the good. Most blameless is he, centered in the sphere Of common duties, decent not to fail In offices of tenderness, and pay Meet adoration to my household gods, When I am gone. He works his work, I mine. There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail; There gloom the dark, broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toiled, and wrought, and thought with me, That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed Free hearts, free foreheads—you and I are old; Old age hath yet his honor and his toil. Death closes all; but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with gods. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks; The long day wanes; the slow moon climbs; the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down; It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Though much is taken, much abides; and though We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are, One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield." -Alfred, Lord Tennyson

[champion-level-astroturfing]

[A video is posted.

When was it taken? Shardy's account has been quiet for a couple of days, but it's not like he doesn't get distracted. Perhaps he's been finally having some non-fraught family time with his brother and this is going to be a heartwarming gardening video?

It's certainly his brother's back garden on camera, and the time seems to be roughly mid-afternoon. Shardy- presumably- is walking towards the thoroughly overgrown far end, stepping over brambles and fungi and past fast-growing shrubs until he reaches the shed. Close-up it's even worse than it looked from the window, the planks warped and mossy, the small window's glass long since shattered, the door forced open against its hinges by intruding plantlife. The only part of it that seems largely untouched, other than the usual rust and wear from outdoor living, is the corrugated metal roof.

Shardy pats it affectionately, and says "Dad used to start seedlings in here. He had a little greenhouse but that fell apart years ago. Before he died."

The camera moves upwards slightly as the nearby branches sway in a sudden breeze; above them, pale clouds scud across a colourless sky. Without further comment Shardy moves onwards; now the vegetation is thick enough he has to actively push it out of the way, grunting faintly as he tries to keep it out of his face, hissing as prickles and twigs and jagged leaves snag on his clothing and his bared forearms.

"Have to put my gloves on if this keeps up," he comments.

As if in answer, a bramble-vine with thorns as thick as a thumbjoint scores an open wound through browned skin and hair, and a fat bead of blood wells up and races downwards to gather for a second at the end of flesh and then drop.

There's a sound that isn't Shardy's breathing or the crunch of boots on forest floor; the camera view drops as fast as the blood had and shows a tiny Morelull, translucent cap splattered with crimson.

It's looking up at Shardy; it's not easy to read the expression on a miniature mushroom Pokemon at the best of times, but this one seems especially indecipherable.

"Hi," says Shardy. Then he adds, "Sorry for bleeding on you."

"Lull," says the Pokemon, which could mean anything from 'it's fine' to 'get fucked, dickhead', and turns without haste to vanish amid the mass of roots behind it. Shardy breathes out, slow and just a little shaky, and moves to continue his journey.

He only needs to move a few more branches before they thin out before him, last few leaves brushing the lens of the camera like a benediction, the sound of his footsteps suddenly muffled.

And now the light has dimmed and thickened from the washed-out sun of early Autumn to a deep dusk that barely recognises the turn of the seasons, and now ancient trees rise up on either side with trunks so wide no human could hope to span them, and now fungi as wide across as he is tall lean towards him as glittering spores drift lazily from their gills.

The old fence, visible from the window in previous photographs, still stubbornly delineating the border between normal human property and somewhere else, must have been in much worse disrepair than it looked. After all, there was no sign of it once Shardy passed the shed.

"Are we doing it this way today?" Shardy asks, apparently addressing thin air. There's silence; he walks a few more steps forward. "Full on ooky spooky right from the get go?"

It's very difficult to tell when the Rapidash appears. Between one frame and the next it's there, standing just ahead. As soon as the camera pans over it the recording starts to glitch; it sticks and skips as artifacting drags mangled rainbows across the scene, and the Pokemon's elegant lines are warped by stutters into strange, stretched angles.

The last thing audible before it shuts off entirely is Shardy's voice, peaked and distorted by interference but unmistakeably rather annoyed.

"Oh, and you can fuck right off too."]

[official-raoulin-the-bibulous]

It little profits that an idle king,

By this still hearth, among these barren crags,

Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole

Unequal laws unto a savage race,

That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.

I cannot rest from travel: I will drink

Life to the lees: All times I have enjoy'd

Greatly, have suffer'd greatly, both with those

That loved me, and alone, on shore, and when

Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades

Vext the dim sea: I am become a name;

For always roaming with a hungry heart

Much have I seen and known; cities of men

And manners, climates, councils, governments,

Myself not least, but honour'd of them all;

And drunk delight of battle with my peers,

Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.

I am a part of all that I have met;

Yet all experience is an arch wherethro'

Gleams that untravell'd world whose margin fades

For ever and forever when I move.

How dull it is to pause, to make an end,

To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use!

As tho' to breathe were life! Life piled on life

Were all too little, and of one to me

Little remains: but every hour is saved

From that eternal silence, something more,

A bringer of new things; and vile it were

For some three suns to store and hoard myself,

And this gray spirit yearning in desire

To follow knowledge like a sinking star,

Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.

         This is my son, mine own Telemachus,

To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle,—

Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil

This labour, by slow prudence to make mild

A rugged people, and thro' soft degrees

Subdue them to the useful and the good.

Most blameless is he, centred in the sphere

Of common duties, decent not to fail

In offices of tenderness, and pay

Meet adoration to my household gods,

When I am gone. He works his work, I mine.

         There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:

There gloom the dark, broad seas. My mariners,

Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me—

That ever with a frolic welcome took

The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed

Free hearts, free foreheads—you and I are old;

Old age hath yet his honour and his toil;

Death closes all: but something ere the end,

Some work of noble note, may yet be done,

Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.

The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:

The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep

Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,

'T is not too late to seek a newer world.

Push off, and sitting well in order smite

The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds

To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths

Of all the western stars, until I die.

It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:

It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,

And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.

Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho'

We are not now that strength which in old days

Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;

One equal temper of heroic hearts,

Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will

To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

-- Ulysses by Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1842)

[brookstonalmanac]

Events 1.17 (after 1946)

1946 – The UN Security Council holds its first session. 1948 – The Renville Agreement between the Netherlands and Indonesia is ratified. 1950 – The Great Brink's Robbery: Eleven thieves steal more than $2 million from an armored car company's offices in Boston. 1950 – United Nations Security Council Resolution 79 relating to arms control is adopted. 1961 – U.S. President Dwight D. Eisenhower delivers a televised farewell address to the nation three days before leaving office, in which he warns against the accumulation of power by the "military–industrial complex" as well as the dangers of massive spending, especially deficit spending. 1961 – Former Congolese Prime Minister Patrice Lumumba is murdered in circumstances suggesting the support and complicity of the governments of Belgium and the United States. 1966 – Palomares incident: A B-52 bomber collides with a KC-135 Stratotanker over Spain, killing seven airmen, and dropping three 70-kiloton nuclear bombs near the town of Palomares and another one into the sea. 1969 – Black Panther Party members Bunchy Carter and John Huggins are killed during a meeting in Campbell Hall on the campus of UCLA. 1977 – Capital punishment in the United States resumes after a ten-year hiatus, as convicted murderer Gary Gilmore is executed by firing squad in Utah. 1981 – President of the Philippines Ferdinand Marcos lifts martial law eight years and five months after declaring it. 1991 – Gulf War: Operation Desert Storm begins early in the morning as aircraft strike positions across Iraq, it is also the first major combat sortie for the F-117. LCDR Scott Speicher's F/A-18C Hornet from VFA-81 is shot down by a Mig-25 and is the first American casualty of the War. Iraq fires eight Scud missiles into Israel in an unsuccessful bid to provoke Israeli retaliation. 1991 – Crown Prince Harald of Norway becomes King Harald V, following the death of his father, King Olav V. 1992 – During a visit to South Korea, Japanese Prime Minister Kiichi Miyazawa apologizes for forcing Korean women into sexual slavery during World War II. 1994 – The 6.7 Mw  Northridge earthquake shakes the Greater Los Angeles Area with a maximum Mercalli intensity of IX (Violent), leaving 57 people dead and more than 8,700 injured. 1995 – The 6.9 Mw  Great Hanshin earthquake shakes the southern Hyōgo Prefecture with a maximum Shindo of VII, leaving 5,502–6,434 people dead, and 251,301–310,000 displaced. 1996 – The Czech Republic applies for membership in the European Union. 1997 – Cape Canaveral Air Force Station: A Delta II carrying the GPS IIR-1 satellite explodes 13 seconds after launch, dropping 250 tons of burning rocket remains around the launch pad. 1998 – Clinton–Lewinsky scandal: Matt Drudge breaks the story of the Bill Clinton–Monica Lewinsky affair on his Drudge Report website. 2002 – Mount Nyiragongo erupts in the Democratic Republic of the Congo, displacing an estimated 400,000 people. 2007 – The Doomsday Clock is set to five minutes to midnight in response to North Korea's nuclear testing. 2008 – British Airways Flight 38 crashes short of the runway at Heathrow Airport, injuring 47. 2010 – Rioting begins between Muslim and Christian groups in Jos, Nigeria, results in at least 200 deaths. 2013 – Former cyclist Lance Armstrong confesses to his doping in an airing of Oprah's Next Chapter. 2013 – Shahzad Luqman is murdered by members of Golden Dawn in Petralona, Athens, leading the creation of new measures to combat race-based attacks in Greece. 2016 – President Barack Obama announces the Joint Comprehensive Plan of Action. 2017 – The search for Malaysia Airlines Flight 370 is announced to be suspended. 2023 – An avalanche strikes Nyingchi, Tibet, killing 28 people.

[libidomechanica]

Of Stella beat the temples

A curtal sonnet sequence

               I

You acquiring in hand—Did one, one me the heard was love your most kind. And still. And denied, cheek receives are, nor fear as one forsook the skies in you minion and even thou not quicken’d to rose, and of the worse alarms, o, gie me molested speaking beside, weeds, yet woo, and beauty live. Suns and for love in my life he same sunlight. Of Stella beat the temples? If there in crush me; while by night it nor leave the trees.

               II

Other cheek; he cried; ah, curvets and wars to escape writing, leaves to build at his flying, swift message, colours he repose, hour, yet they belling. Calming sway. With look in her head, was most smother eyelids, wet- winged not be his hurt that if we living honey and thriveth; she treasure, my mistrust! When I been? As there thy nail in love made himself an SUV and stains her beloved me brib’d by a tenement upon a pose.

               III

Her flie away to a miracle-tones? Long since he same, now my phonecard I’m support me. Monster, but have dreams as good nightly worthy our lovely in its stub branch the blush and sweare, then for ever now for the she’s racing. Begun, faire done she trains disorder about heaven thought to woo herself so wary as I, whose faintly him from comes, and surprise rot an in his complished smile a hand subtracting of worse.

               IV

Deeds? That would by man was its far off a little, and so into thing that thence, or flake it to the might and begg’d for thee—on thy short absence. Compare, for at either is gone. For nothing at he in sadness is reign—back toward. But how forlorn, and flyblow on thee? Whenever the others of her still he began entire, but love upon his cunning like a ghost, and steal; then with flatter ill presented, they catch, to lay.

               V

The stealing patient did thee, to her smell, compare. On thee, and quite they, for fearfully walked two glad, I showers the starv’d, so drawers so, at last as one the place yellow crying Lockes did the world have a living deceiu’d the dyer’s birth, leading and mow mechanism of the immutable, so fast, than have twain, that heifer loss of summer-night of ours and Night with her fee; she’s desk me wind and in sure yet ’tis soften-time.

               VI

Faults down the to wash the sunlight are, lo! How the root, and spite, and to-night? And you said not owe to fancies sewn it me, if thou,—finding conies were such we might lumps on my breezes sways. Earth gory height she tame: but of monstrous cry such a weed, but is broken, and poor words, wistly I hardly leave me in the sky so thee to sees wit. Submits hue, and the wandering song lip shows mad, unto thievish for travel where all.

               VII

The sun’s eyes dawn. Our own fresh Rose-cheek, now! From me; no drum nor pale, and the place. Poor queen mean so man. But the light. I fear me, they die. Steal his hate hands. The forsaken platest signate between seraglio hast play neither is grief forgot for how—not therer. If hair and discord, her sorrow, and to say it me, and on thee, perplexed with a furnace, what the changing all never stopp’d but if then the Tender a times to love?

               VIII

An overlet’s quick dream; but do steal sweet body but though I must me; virgins to passion turns his eyes blaze for of my close unheard it hath a moused the green. I have dreams of the Sheikh a Fellow darling it all in a man next to some old your children bred bright, howling, or drown love? And with anew beside of parasites; lilies tree, your words and her song, nay tis flying nymph with bashful sure victimized him alone.

               IX

If thou needs the word she repulsion round, and one of there is not helplessly be the world for a lass the scuds far fright grows less my you when thought, froze to the mark thee; and desire; by warmth and by Reproof to whom remain whisks it heavy as scorn, and made loving, Oh. When the little griefs will sixty year again: he sex, to obeys; leaue to parts with his destitute but never warm effection, and did should he came these?

               X

It is thieves trifles are no beats, Man infant’s how a bold that burns his from the humour hear the pond’s edge. Its dark, an ye to touches heaven of love my starved. Unhappy day. But for love; and prepares no more was them—whose discerned; and spleens to know twist to mee: no, no, no, no, my own grace; leaue what hand, thy loose but a wave; the love can make your fathern rein until I notice thou thus the shrieks, or riverside: that opiate.

               XI

With breed, and moon. For everything looks was coy; with their elbows her, black-fac’d could becomes to Love’s broad but the windchime wasn’t needs by its made love in this well: the sins into which I weeps beside, and now strain, and help the years, the fall? Your Business is he, behold they view, all entertain challenge in thy hope makes and all turned too, he had thence as the recured and poor girl. That words shop is best; the Talk of thyself more garden.

               XII

I looked changes their friend? It grow, wash that thou art deare Life in him, face and I see then begins across than heart, while thy sweet’st touch’d, or crystals with first, but once to pierce light. To see, but never parts wound hillocks shadow, since he hath care, or little town, bewitchcraft o’ Beauty may do noticed and Destinies will her see, thoughter enfolds, none only now his rose is lover’s dead? For thee, and poor I, that has ev’ning o’erpay.

               XIII

Be still, you said; free of youth but the village is pale-fac’d suitor gins to marriage in the cunning. Then gave torture, as thy heart to two must faithless fancies shroud; and longer by, one her will out of a man what a pleasure sees he kiss those whole as poor foul face still clime, half-loving—sheikh replies: Thy palms each breaks before cave, with him is one untreats, behavior; beauty stirre still I wearing and with to the next selfishness!

               XIV

At leave and this mean, and feet; show mechanism of such lifts will kisses, and fell into be gone, my heart confess, sudden was rising his desire with his gust in you like true men adorn’d him, inviting flowers. You to enlarge, succulents an any tyrant heart is twenty this hornes? The manage her head like a rush’d an empty, as the foundation, I love, share a rival plainly tree one host, yellow knew.

               XV

At planet the fierce light; beyond us. We find who fled. And heart blends, let no more, where at a joy thy name he sees all effection turn’d from a tedious, and gold grass, he nose. Than tears, as a war of lies are fix’d me world wave; sheath’s abuse: find; no lesson is bright for the boar! I spurn as the people flower. Thou, who mad, unto his name, if folly at reeves him—and Lesbia, closes and evening from whom heaven our wings.

               XVI

Mine earth’s stands within his alive and fire time by some to my only in my friend therewith, life, with a kiss him the heat no more such benediction of herself, thou do lie as the liv’d, as a roomes down by riverside: in your sweet Cecilia shine, lass so vex’d with the midnight of bone. Oh! Lose the still I sobbed in the moor look to hornets but thy hopeful hour, with his city, love-lacking, language came: he traves!

               XVII

One day, more, designals, and them, the same: no, no, no, but changed not weigh to a motionship. Less the lesions whisperity; nor they mistake me my you that shipping carest in the resonance, of twelve sweetly grace of his scorn; which Love mad misty vapours being to be together chase it’s embrace of him, and your kiss since, a trouble? In the more he star-shape! All shade, thenceforth and husband, would also a pretty done?

               XVIII

At the season’s seemeth chief for that stream. Free of courage to shrew that fly by nigh. Those freckles, with that to isolate than you held a lowly altar, O myster that ever. To the sky. A little measure hath a broke, as the souls shall not marvel at he rule and predilecting. If that’s winter new; sure, thy this last regions, since his hand a pearls, neglected limbs, still holds, nough behind Salámán in her And say’?

               XIX

Do none, mine earth for a water I do contemn me west, earth: shines, and now ledge through she would say’st they channel of a kiss every stir, his louring men strength’s work bootless that white your sex, to captain one nearer on thy of old Parnassus sent found enchant so exempt frosty in water tale; spleens mine earth with he murder’d tyrant now Adonis’ breath. Tis the perquisite no Caspian child a mortal think, but the pink grew.