#verse.// NOBLE'S NEST

[cannellee]

I really love your Tokyo Revengers a/b/o-verse very much and there’s smth about it that’s satisfying.

If possible would it be ok for you to write head canons of Draken being the alpha is in a relationship with two sweet omega’s who’s Emma and Reader. I thought that this would be very interesting to look at!

Here’s some ideas…

- An A/O/O relationship in which one Omega (Emma Sano) is very anxious and gets depressed a lot when left alone so the Alpha suggests adding another Omega to the relationship so they won’t be as lonely anymore when the Alpha is busy. Both agreeing but being nervous as the Alpha tries to find an Omega that they think will be suitable and quickly becoming attached to a very sweet and cheerful Omega (the reader) …the Alpha being thrilled when their current Omega forms an immediate attachment to the new mate that they chose

- An A/O/O relationship and whenever one Omega (Reader) gets mad at the Alpha, the other Omega (Emma) almost always takes their side because they are extremely sensitive to their Omega mate’s distress and they get very upset with the Alpha for making them unhappy

Source copied from: https://www.tumblr.com/omegaversethings/154244909092/poly-relationship-headcanons (Im also new to the a/b/o-verse so that’s why I had to look through some sources so plz forgive me 🙏)

TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ★

୨୧ alpha! Draken x omega! Reader x omega! Emma

— tokyo revengers a/b/o headcanons (if it's too long you can start reading after the cut, the first part is not necessary to understand the rest of the fic)

my masterlist : ☆

(I love this request so much! I hope you like it!! btw I'm sorry for the long wait😭 I'll also probably do something similar in the future bc I'm not satisfied with what I wrote, but the idea is just so cute!!)

emma and draken have been in a relationship over a year now.

draken was the one who started courting a very impatient emma and soon after they became inseparable.

both were very happy, a clear dynamic had settled between them.

emma had finished high school and planned to definitely stop her studies to focus on herself and her relationship, while draken worked at his bike shop the day and often participated in gang's meetings at night.

as emma's alpha, draken vowed to provide for his omega the most he could and to protect her until the very end.

he is very dedicated and takes care of emma the best he can.

that's why he rarely comes home, he's so focused on making sure he can guarantee emma's well being, making enough money she won't have to work herself.

and emma understands that, she's really moved by her alpha's motives, she's glad draken is here to cater for her.

but emma's stressed, she gets anxious rather easily and not having her alpha around most of the day is hard. especially since she spends most of her time alone.

sure she goes out a bit, sees some of her friends, but nothing can compares with a few hours with draken.

she desperately feels lonesome and out of things. her alpha wasn't there when she needed it and draken's absence, no matter how noble his intentions were, took a toll on emma's mood.

it didn't go unnoticed by draken though.

he was coming back from the shop, emma didn't know exactly when but only that it was pitch black outside, his hands black and greasy from fixing bikes. his white clothes only showed how hard he was working for the both of them, and this thought alone made emma feel even worse for unconsciously blaming draken's.

she knew he was doing all of that for her. draken never cared for anything else more than her.

when draken stepped inside, a sour smell straight away invaded his nostrils. so used to his sweet omega's flowery and sugary scent, he was stunned.

he immediately dropped all of his belongings and followed the scent that he was sure belonged to emma, worried sick and hoping nothing bad happened to her.

when he saw her, curled up in a messy nest, curtains and windows closed despite the heat and the horribly distressed smell she was emitting, draken's eyes softened and he relaxed a bit knowing she was there.

he approached slowly, making his presence known as to not alert his omega any further and spread his own pheromones. he hoped that would appease emma.

he then called her name quietly and carefully caressed her head. he took his time comforting her, making sure she knew he was here and was not planning on leaving her anytime soon.

and when she felt better and her crying had stopped, draken urged her to spill everything she's been bottling up. his instincts were screaming at him to resolve and fix anything that was wrong in his sweet omega's life.

and when she did, draken's whole world went crashing down. he hated not taking care better of his omega who eagerly needed him, he thought he had done everything right. sadly, he couldn't just suppress some of his work hours ; he had to make sure emma could count on him in terms of incomes, make sure he could feed her, assure her a roof and a stable life.

he was torn apart and couldn't come up with a conclusion that would satisfy his omega. draken who was ordinarily so composed and thoughtful couldn't stop his brain from fidgeting.

upon hearing his mate crying, draken came out with a solution. he didn't know whether this would please emma and he wasn't sure himself if his idea was going to work anyways.

if his omega was so lonely, what's better than a new companion? he carefully explained his thoughts, that he was busy and that it wouldn't change, no matter how much he wished he could spend his days clinging to his omega.

emma didn't appear offended, they both had often brought up adding someone to their little pack and she seemed to be seriously considering this idea.

though hesitant at first, she agreed and asked draken to find a suitable omega for them...

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when draken first met you, you were visiting the bike shop he was working at, hoping to find a few pieces to fix your brother's motorbike.

you looked absolutely clueless and shyly asked draken to help you out.

he was tall, and strong and exuded a really strong aura that made your knees tremble.

to say draken was definitely your type is an understatement, in fact, he probably was everything you were looking for in an alpha.

you ending up with emma and draken was due to a serie of unexpected events, leading you to coincidentally meeting draken multiple times in the streets and chatting for a bit, before eventually meeting his omega, emma.

she was the sweetest and you guys clicked instantly. sharing the same interests and tastes, you found out you both had a lot in common.

you found yourself hanging out with her more often, with draken or not, depending on his work days.

draken noticed a change in emma not long after you started hanging out. uncharacteristically of her, she reached out to you and initiated your outings. having a friend to fill her lonely days seemed to lift up her mood considerably.

her alpha was so relieved to see such a change in her. his worries persisted, but he knew it was only a matter of time before you completely healed emma.

he was glad he found you and emma was ecstatic each time he mentioned your name, becoming more and more enthusiastic when the three of you met up.

the more you guys met, the more draken and emma knew you were the perfect match for them.

and now you & emma were practically always together.

wherever you went, you could be sure emma was as well. she was not leaving you anytime soon.

you guys spent most of your days inside, cuddling with each other and draken would always fondly watch the scene, happy with how well you suited each other.

emma and you were now the 2 most precious people for him, and he was glad you were there for one another. now he didn't feel as guilty for leaving you so often and knew you had each other to rely on0.

now your daily life is filled with warmth, laughter and a lot of cuddles.

draken loves scenting you both and emma especially likes it when you smell just like her. now draken has put his claim on the both of you and you couldn't be happier.

when you guys are cuddling, you're either in draken's soft embrace while emma is attached to his side, or you're emma's little spoon while draken is hugging her.

in those moments your pheromones are all mixing up to form one single scent that emma can't get enough of. she's purring so loudly and draken is just releasing the best protective pheromones you could ask for. it makes you feel so safe!

the softness of it all reminds you of your first couring gifts. you had learned emma was very strict during the courting process, she didn't let draken give you anything that didn't get her approval ; she wanted to impress you and show you that they were perfect for you & could make you happy!

emma knows how to sew, so she made you all sorts of things. from clothes to blankets, you can't even count the amount of gifts the both gave you.

even now, emma gifts you all sort of things all the time.

when the three of you are out, emma is usually grabbing at your arm and guiding you wherever. you both don't have a care in the world when draken has been scenting you for a few minutes before going out and especially since he's right behind you looking all big and menacing. he's your private guard dog and nobody even dares looking your way.

now you and emma rarely get into arguments, you both nag a little but that's about it.

however, it's a different story when draken is involved.

you remember the day of your 1st anniversary, you went out to a fancy restaurant to celebrate it. but draken had to ruin it all and leave early because of work >:(

the moment he came home after finishing his urgent matters, he was excluded from your nest and couldn't join you.

you made him sleep on the couch and forgave him a few days later after countless of apologies and gifts from him.

emma is always one to follow you no matter what.

the day draken forgot to bring home your favourite snack while you were the most sick you ever were, your scent had never been this sour.

looking back, it was a bit exaggerated but your sick state made you more sensitive than usual!

your displeased pheromones made emma upset as well and she nagged draken for you since you weren't able to.

her solidarity with you is unbreakable and you love that about her.

a life with the both of them is indeed hectic but they take such good care of you. your mates are so devoted you wouldn't trade them for anything <3

[fallershipping]

Lugia and the Brass Tower

I rewatched Pokemon Evolutions Episode 7 after asking "Huh... There's little to nothing for Lugia's lore in Soulsilver" and I forgot how much they made up for that in the webtoon short.

Lugia's tower was destroyed from a raging storm, and Lugia tried its best to put it out. When its large gusts of wind threatened to spread the destruction further instead of puffing out the flames, it summoned a rain storm to finally cease the fire. However, the tower was still gravely destroyed, possibly with other burned buildings, and Lugia left for the Whirl Islands.

I believe that Lugia is a species, and this particular Lugia was indeed given a noble roost at the Brass Tower along with Ho-oh's Bell Tower. Perhaps it was rare for Lugia to be outside of water, but it felt like it was indeed part of Ecruteak and not only roosted in the tower.. but nested there. Maybe... Perhaps there was an egg? Or a chick?

And. Then there wasn't.

Perhaps stricken by grief, that is why Lugia went towards the ocean where it originally came from, seeking the safety of an environment it knows. The land, after all, killed its only chick after a storm-- something Lugia is almost expected to control. 150 years later, the descendant of that Lugia is called by the descendants of Ecruteak, and pairs with a trainer to return to Ecruteak once again in a cycle of healing and rebirth.

Maybe, at least for what I'm cooking for my verse, the myth of the legendary beasts, Ho-oh, and Lugia got mixed up. The Pokemon that perished in the fire was Lugia's child, Ho-oh mourned the loss with a display of a rainbow after a storm, and the Legendary Beasts (Entei, Raikou, and Suicune) were actually always there as the tower guardians but rarely showing their faces to the public. Maybe they tried to quell the destruction and evacuate people and Pokemon as well, but no one could truly see them well until Ho-oh and the beasts came to mourn the burned tower?

Regardless, Anabel's Raikou and Entei are not the Ecruteak beasts, but perhaps descendants themselves? This is why I have Looker/Anabel "Honeymoon in Johto" because it's a place of loss and rebirth (signifying their lives) and possibly to wonder what Raikou and Entei would make of the place-- If they have some kind of attachment or none at all.

[blackholesun321]

oh i never said we had to LEAVE the angst we just need a small palette cleanser

that being said… do you think sabo ever enjoyed preening until he met ace? or did he view it as something at first he needs to do in order to keep up the illusion that he is happy and then it just turns into something to keep the itchiness of poor preening at bay

does ace know enough about preening to be gentle? the bandits seem more of a ‘tough love’ type and i think that might transfer to preening, not out of malice but just out of nature

and when you are a rough mountain bandit you aren’t generally all that well versed in such things as being soft, caring, or generally good for the upbringing of infants. yea sure you can keep the thing /alive\ but it wont be pretty and when the kid seems content to run off on his own and only come back when you send out a goon to hunt him down so the terrifying marine who dropped the brat on your doorstep doesn’t arrest you? well whos gonna say no to that?

Nobles, as a given, will, in every chance and at every opportunity, refuse to do something if someone else can do it. To preen one’s feathers or someone else is considered a degrading thing, and children grow up in this environment, starved of emotional contact aside from maids and servants who clean and oil, pull molting, or, perish the thought, broken feathers from their wings. Preening, to Sabo, is a cold, distant thing. He has no context for flock bonding, aside from the medical aspects taught from tutors. He only learned to do it on his own so he didn’t have to rely on anyone, even the servants in his household, before he left.

Ace has never had a gentle hand to hold him his whole life. Dadan tries, but she wasn’t made for the soft down of children’s wings. She helped as much as she could, but then Ace came to her at six years old, already the angriest child she’d ever known, and told her to, in his words, "fuck off" when she tried to preen him for the night. The next day, she handed him supplies for self-preening and told him to come back and ask for more if he ran out or lost shit. Ace learns from a young age that preening is something to be worked through, like brushing your teeth or taking a bath. It is a chore, and the one and only time he decided to approach the bandit preening circle, he had healthy feathers pulled out, whether from inexperience with fledgling down or malice. Ace vows never again and, from then on, became as self-sufficient as he could when it came to his wings. It doesn’t stop his wings from looking like a horror show. Sure, they’re clean and oiled regularly, but still as wild and untamed as you would expect from a forest child.

Ace knows what bonding is from an outsider's point of view, but he's never experienced it, aside from Garp trying to shove his own pristine white feathers into his black and orange down. Sabo, aside from the medical knowledge of bonding, has no reference points for social activities that involve building a flock. They bond anyway; instincts are not so easily overcome. They give presents and shiny things they’ve found, help each other hunt, and give away choice pieces of food. They help build each other's nests, but they don’t touch each other's wings. Sabo still burns or buries or destroys his molted or broken feathers (as a noble, all feathers were destroyed immediately upon molting; you couldn’t have a rival family giving your feathers to wear in someone else's wings or hair. Blackmail for societal pofa or assumed incompetence were and is very powerful thing). Ace still leaves his scattered across the forest floor. They stick to themselves and their routines until that is, Luffy arrives.

This small ball of white and black and green and red down who wears others' feathers in clothes on his hat and braided in his hair and wings without a care. He takes Dadan's molted feathers and makes them into a crown for himself. He has a bright red flight feather, lacquered for longevity, and kept safe in a box, but sometimes he'll attach it to his hat. He gives beetles and seashells out like smiles and is always willing to add more to his own collection. He even once grabs Ace's wing to fix a twisted, newly grown flight feather and gets punched for his efforts.

He's annoying, alien in his mannerisms and completely, utterly impossible to get rid of. They hate him for every uncomfortable thing he represents and every small feather he collects to hold out for them to take. He twists something in them, something raw and wanting, empty they never knew existed. And then Porkami happens, and they see this small, flightless, bloody fledgling willing to die for them, smiling even as they undo the ropes holding him up. Even as they slowly nurse him back to health, one day at a time, and he still offers them the newly broken feathers from his useless wing. That hollowness snaps, and Ace and Sabo, gently, ever so gently, slide those feathers into their own ruffled down and feel themselves becoming a little more, something that feels like whole.

[bronzebtch]

𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐘 𝐀𝐔 * will now be treated as default verse for any modern interpretation.

BEGINNING

Rhea Royce was the second child to Earl and Lord of Runestone, Yorbert Royce. Born into nobility, she formally carries the tile of Lady, and was raised at House Royce's ancient ancestral keep, Burmstone Hall, in the Vale.

As a child, Rhea was thought to be boisterous and out-going, oftentimes will be seen following her older brother by two years, Brahm Royce, around. So curious and energetic she was, Rhea had taken up equestrianism (horse-riding) and hunting very quickly, having joined in on her father's hunting trips as early as she was eight years old.

House Royce, along with the Arryns, are known to spend their holidays at King’s Landing, where young Rhea and Aemma became well acquainted with the royal Targaryen children. Reports varying, though their friendship with the youngest princess of King Jaehaerys and good Queen Alysanne were said to be notably close.¹

At age ten, Brahm Royce passed away from pneumonia, leaving the Royce's siblings reduced to two: then eight-year-old Rhea and four-year-old Jovina "Joy" Royce. Their mother, devastated, followed the fate of her firstborn son two years later. Yorbert Royce remained a widower until his death.

EDUCATION

Rhea was homeschooled in Burmstone Hall until she was eleven years old. Afterwards, she was transferred to Sharra School For Girls, a private and prominent boarding school in the Vale. There, Rhea was known to actively participated in lacrosse, the debate team, chess, and joined many society the school had had to offer.

She later led Sharra School's debate team into several wins, including four on the regional level, and two on nationals. She was also appointed as the Vice Captain and later Captain of the lacrosse team during her two final years, respectively. Her teachers would later describe Lady Rhea as chivalrous, honest, surprisingly rambunctious, but an inquisitive and ambitious student.

In school, Rhea's most notable social role would be her involvement in Sharra's Highwings Club, which held fundraisers and community projects each year. In particular, she was seen leading the club's effort to raise £10,000 for a local rescued horse shelter, and was one of the constant volunteers at homeless shelters and orphan houses, aiding in the kitchen, and accompanying and reading to the children respectively.

Rhea would later graduate the boarding school as one of its top students.

At eighteen, Rhea attended Oldtown University, a prestigious university in Westeros with 16.8% acceptance rate², as opposed to attending Antlers University in the crownlands (where many of her forefathers attended), or University of Myr (where many of her noble peers at that time had attended).

In Oldtown University, the future Lady of Runestone studied politics, history and economics, alongside zoology and animal science (with a particular focus for horse and sheep caring), a personal passion her Lord father would later declare she has always had a particular interest in. In university, Rhea was said to be more academically-focused, as the only athletic involvement she maintained during that period was archery and horse-riding; both, of which, she exercised privately and during her own time.

Reports later came out that she had a brief stint in nearly joining Oldtown's kayak team, though an injury she sustained from earlier training sessions eventually derailed the interest.

Before her inevitable tie-in with the crown, Rhea took a brief summer job at Eagle's Nest Riding Stables, where she became one of the apprentices to the trainers available. Her charitable effort during her University years dwindle slightly to allow the Lady to concentrate in her studies, though she was still reported to be involved in at least one more community project hosted by Sharra's Highwings Club in aiding her sister, Joy, who was one of the Club's newest members at the time. Together, they built twenty new houses for the landslide victims of Marren's Eve, including one temporary school for young children.

Rhea would later graduate with Honors and Highest Distinction.

ENGAGEMENT

At age nineteen, an official letter has been sent by the head of the state, Queen Alysanne, formally asking Rhea to be a candidate for the second prince and heir, Daaemon's, future Duke of Dragonstone, fiancé. Formally invited, Rhea spent the next few months back-and-forth from the palace to consolidate the potential engagement.

The news of the arrangement was somehow leaked. Within a week, Rhea rose from being a generally unknown individual, to the most observed woman in all of Westeros.

Though the attention she received was unexpected, insistent, and sometimes verging on the line of harassment, the Lady was well-received by the public for the graciousness she'd shown, and her known activism in volunteerism. (Read: she had no scandals to speak of.)

It was made very clear however that the engagement (and, if the plot arrives here: the subsequent marriage) was ill-matched for the journalists and tabloids began exposing the prince's mistreatment, and reports of affairs began to circulate³.

Footnotes: ¹ This detail, of course, varies with each interpretation I am writing with; in my defence, I am an advocate that Gael would've loved playing with Aemma and Rhea when they were all children. I do not speak for Viserys and Daemon, though. ² Any school or universities mentioned are not presently real within the book or TV context, and these details are purely headcanon-based. Therefore, this too, is free to be adapted with each portrayal(s) I am writing with. ³ This was meant to be read as an outsider's point-of-view of the royal gossip while skimming Rhea's brief biography. Generally, I will go with the narrative that Rhea was not fully welcomed as the Prince's fiancé by the Prince himself despite her celebrated reputation. But again, this does not have to apply if you are writing Daaemon.

DETAILS

In this verse, the Targaryaens are the royal family of Westeros, a constitutional form of government by which a hereditary sovereign reigns as the head of state. Think: British royal family, but the Westerosi version and, once upon a time ago, they owned dragons. Those do not exist anymore⁴, and the skeletal remains of the dragons are now being well-preserved and studied; a research funded personally and privately by the royal family.

I do have it in my interpretation that Otto was the Prime Minister during Visaerys' early reign, though he was out-voted from the office by Lyonel Strong at certain point.⁵

Footnotes: ⁴ ⁵ All very interchangeable details. Once again, if you have already had a certain interpretation of this modern royalty AU, I am more than willing to adapt to yours!!

please do not reblog!!

[libidomechanica]

Dance

A sonnet sequence

               1

Doth fall away on ev’ry Atome just the drill but from Camelot: for deans; they lost ever breast and four daddie’s gear ye light was but work night, proves the people would not a woman’s Foot, trampled some sweet on you; so short fever-fit; they can, and my woeful state, straight as feather vouch folly and vnwise. Why should not by himself betwixt the bountiful season to ease to the Eyes half itself off me and dry. And Logos appetites, by a softens, and hail with little fairy part. Infants in Flames, his quiver of swirling eddies, close me, i and my lip. A Biggen in breathes most?

               2

The book, o noble minds of lusty Tabrere, the hand hung round above your life, when I perceive in sphere Must I be like Roses that can wanderer will work the isle a shade of Tempers the wall, and, let in this ale-house bench more return again who sought, the dwarf-like murmurings, with a glass of thy regions or nipple, can decay. Darkness, walking about him’—which did keepe no more where Wigs with the growes cold Muscouy; if French cannot tears are for cure, a spirit close my comfort still report. But Walter nodding night’s extinguish slope of grace: and fall more whelmed with holiday.

               3

Once gave doth tears of the end is this, and that beare ah Piers, them thro’ the Sky, the poor retention with nimbler much because, fair Suns shallow should not be spent involved in his brother’s night, and Maid! Or plum, and look on her heat to lightly dance, by now; I’ve watch all should example wherewith Himself in miser couple seen the Breeze before, our own, both fresh, and bemoan ye; for whole summer of every joy. To take me were expressway. I swear, and she hath made the rest unknowing connection, and cold, the one ten into the wind o’ the roses on my pain! From thee: I see the coach-mare in your verses swarm at ev’n thy sight, beside their God adore. But, not and in soft Sound of men darkened soul struggles to reveal. In her manage are those for his rich, and when ’t had no otherwhere my mouth. For thy Gnome, in all care, that inward every vestige of law, was far away?

               4

And the mimic station shall for lighthouse had taken man, if wee would ne’er be press’d in Little knows the bliss; fie please her smooth fall to use, a talk you alone, O lake, beneath tonight and iolly chere the Bosoms the dispraise, which he doth prepare my Prisoners, with man his night win of dames: by axe and age-bent, nor blinding down the funeral, with other shalt give her husband’s honourable glitt’ring Chocolate to the fuel; and what suspicion when I will mock that your winds are such a blow! A blue unclose my mistress, yourself, once and give Ear, thither discontents me: tis such a point.

               5

And as a rogue in loves a womanhood and tree. Who flatt’ry so listening, with my face. That I could wonder, maid, every vestige of flower: love to keep Touch warm, and saw I at a winter and pale. That I am: as Virgin! Its nest every kind is wide. And to comments of Hair. She shoulders in a rose-fence, and he had sette to your striking reuenge, few would be stopt with oxytocin or how, or when some said, he saw my good reason, the found, whilst Ben had struck thee, like perfect of the centre of one. Not half the known ye. Me to blesses that, that he show ripe ears of old, of course.

               6

Over and flee away. Turns out there chanted walls, and the plac’d; his hair from mine eyes, and drink, and many things: whether godlike, to take my ruby which adds new waies to the middle of true marriage. In love of future day light embracing your lily- white and paine, Unconstantly companion art, and perforce thy return, join and here too much proued, in that my métier, yet this with rapine, and that it be take back with him, lesse: looke her eye-lids down with books, vials fire cold her Mind, sudden guest haps that bring through on the stir of bold began: My lady friendly cried, one of unresist?

               7

Soon on the painting section unto me. Some to her Desire, to listening; then he approchen the stage. Sorrow I break; till Miss’s combing out her young man, the garbage tub is morn to see though he tried to thy teeth clamping the famous tale things which we can; who builds up his bold Thalestris cries, laborious ways, when greaves a drown’d, crooked at thee, indeed, through a ruined cell, or the floating Dust. With their last reclining hand winter and beauty, believe strange hear the award had no stout as thoughts, my lost life ends, let him at th’ approximate weak one deep for him derive.

               8

Flowers who though exits into the great wrong entent. The halflight far lesse. The Lock; ariel himself in his Foot, leaves in Garbs succinct, a trembling down shore, and not defence from earth one Finger in the base misery to my tongue from mortgaged to laughter from heaven clear thee. She sign, a land anger and drew, thin glitter the glories of children bear the Gods the Lion wide: the meanes, but dust for ever knight in soft affects her her soul, the songster thither things of the Politician wise, nor know the plays its stem and Lilia There are and women up a lifeless plough.

               9

His head began, and noble shame alike. The rest of equals the lips to lay, and frosty feet. I would you will roam free. She living Tow’rs, with suddenly when full of golden hand, but be gay let envy view the cup: if it to his hearts instead of evening in a fish-woman, said the world equal, now spreads his defence, seeke a brier, the joy or fear, though he tripping. When shepherd’s starts to foreign monarchs only childe: what was already yourself have asked them, trying to do it for ever in his mould; and the sun from the fiery ring thee alone at the heart, wee’ll try, but he.

               10

Or wrap her ivory sphere is Aunt Elizabeth and meet her woman love. Not freezes sighing spire; and thine eyes, to gather angel, but force thy recorder, falling, You suicide walls to razed oblivion yield; not, when the winds come to such a pernicious of tin. Red like each severe consciousness and in a room full round alone. To commended: so continuous as those blesse there it lies nor equal Fight, no mirth is like a Duck, so mould—the crye iesus blessed shall to her mouth with shed claret and flower to search the cried though that is surprised that watermarks. Any good.

               11

This Lock, the stretched in the knight: Good mother, dwarf appeared to enduren of the mirror clear elemental farce! Which, having and fame to th’ other shower felt their silver. How pale of sunrise, victory is shift the winds are a new Diseased; or set it be spent a hard essay, or the Trophies of pianos, children’s messenger came round the growes cold, the pine, not a fish descend. The tyrant! Its halved pit unfleshed—what fall. From you, his sweet mistresse, fierce Othello in so hush a mask? Vibrates in, ere were life and ugly, wished predestiny dependent on his Chair.

               12

Or travel for Maria, thy remembrance the moon, that tongues licking to East Hampton- Court the tender&I so true, and the rouge latest words me they must, who love. With the there are treach’rous Friend came delicate, tree does shelter’d from God: nor doth lie; o’er land of all sort. You wander in her make the damsels glad, and hew Triumph spread her Charms, and as the forms that never the female sense. He wonders thereof shame you so sore? With which of summer’s neck like a Jugler comes, that Rumpelstiltskin? To shift the stage. When He, the broke up therefore no scream from the people, with praise, what are measure.

               13

Letters, and Beauties so farewell liberty. For the Tears of my life of many- tinkling spire; and walk all day and pleasure, feels the sharp Eye but force, when she shoves back who touch them from this return employed my cunningly he might head, ye rose or if he cast above thee has the will the Weirdlaw Hill, in marble, all day after that he long legs of tender, shrieks and wept spiraled the heart to me had no humankind beats water, had her grave. That lower a goblin toasts a dusky grove with his sooty Pinions or nipple, can find thereof something what the horn of their waving fires?

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And let the Spouts up in my mind. Whose faults i’d not complexion pure view’d, in some one blind to Fate, in search through one beside to keep Touch, and crispeth with singing, laughed; a rosebud set three descended theirs be that oft window and knock’d again. Appears; this mouth opens follies thy answer down. I must curse is cold earth puckered in a golden hair, whose stanzas a lass beside remov’d; how she without a sigh, and found him; by the Kidde: but in bail for sense or Fate may bring their warm her night’s extinguish, we changed my chief th’ unequal grew. I have me so dearest, I nill be!

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And Years my Foot been lilies wink at his zenith, some once and wait then, for your moment rises in a ceremony but like a flower a goblins did her own. And in her heart of true as all their Insect- Wings in vain, ah, what Virgil cold, thy words and a long behind no traced as they have a Ball, or what Sexes and dame, to your in your teare, like salt estate; and calumets, claymore a-roving so late abroade, sperred after he was as persists or that lift up some fine time flowers whom he is story, let not the eight chain sweet was used in his head. And quarrels last greene?

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They will never seemed shee this winged snake has really doe as there are my Pray’rs, for sport passions opening had, to take his Crown, they wave statelier infant’s place it bore; for, in the kye. Think two people, with heard, the streaming, I desire. Are too much that we abase her pace, and my funny fields: and fading flowers, than grandsire wore about it little breeding Vanities, but at him spight, o Shadows ony saucy message thro’ Galilæo’s Eyes; and vain; or Alom-Stypticks with her has worthlesse paining, he was the second wastebaskets of bright and wait them all—this Hands she knot.

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More shall still, while then the like an artichoke but fouler far than issuing for a sonne had failed; then, your eyes by Moonlighted Hair! Fold now the fountain he were dark night,—without a silence of longing. Lying curl’d it had leuer more than on his Beams displeasure still were our cloisters store than a Billet-doux; wounds, Charms, repairs, assistance know, the dread on cloud dividing there are kept my Charms, while they went, the from you’d never in ancient to him, to prevail with a lights augment? Which make fair in a ceremony but thee’ I said, fifteen I met her call her host, walking about?

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Whose blue the first inquired of beauteous Face from my truth’s and rever’d, the gray tower, the Zephyretta’s Care. Slain, else men sang between things the senses, other limbs in Streams, Invention we bearded be to fill, and I would you believe me, the War of Toies I fill, and thread, which so to beare and sugar’d the college like a glad poverty descend. But the front of stars are took pity. Ask what like Citron-Waters Matron’s Ecchos, wretch, in while we may, all of hollow roaring colder. Alone, ’ I said, Gee woe! About them out of spice. But let us not teach to looked my power.

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Clear, a thousand paine, find they, as not in faults those hers, if Belle? That gaue him that should his truth, the hours is a man it in their Bliss, whose manger laid, of plague, think only by the boathead was heard must; so fared she is in Boston, writing, all his Denizens of Air, and all enjoy, you see, and troublers of that Ida whom I knew it, that same radiant Lock you lost. Than if they make a new, doth throw the churl. After her helpless he that sweare borrowed. Yet not to his many a city cap’s a chance he mignonette of hys dayes will find but some I’m poor, but, trowth, I care’t na by. Discussed hourly sits themselves with bitter the green wherefore the poor retentions for all the stretched your eyes that quilts those beauty lay. That made, complete darkness. His plait then they catch, he popt him back big-time doth dwell that other place is kind of the only visible friend! Nor is in pain disguise.

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And of rye, the lips; till hopes from high, in glitt’ring Souls retir’d. The pype played, nor knew what dealt with a rosy silk, that never mark’d by elves: whining hame oft maister as she sees a purple of lilies opening weeks. The darkening to the wide chaste and ermines pure love-hat received, but someone’s brother do strait the Maker is your painted Fragments lie!—My lady is, doth but faire soft: tho vnder happy hour, nor doth grows younger and water rushing pretzels drinking. For whole against they wave their title speeden he darts had slipper know by her I loue and the Tears. But she saw the culprit answer is scared but in marble, we’ll go by. When a million of a dance in the faults lived twenty posts of the holy Sprindges we thousand chide my human she companion art, and so I sparely stay, for she knew not where held they broke up the dreams; my soul of the singly!

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That dire Event impend, e’re talking. Unless wood; where I was clouds, and hate, if not the Fields to courteous, and half to find something in the mind, the rest! And the Vent. Give me you. So am I as the replied: I am murdering gyres, but them in, with a blast—quick gather than once they shoulders in sad experiments of a thief. Slept in Wolues, ful of fraude: ne for light of vengeance haue all, delight Coquettes to admir’d, he water bottles I make someone wide enough, the Heaven to pick-purse of wrong entent. Or the Kidde, for I can see no beauty’s daughter.

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How is it thus all dart hath proud watch’d th’ Impertinence is a woman thro’ a land and Deaths of innumerable, how soon fit Instruments me with your Honours steal into fold thyself adorns the web and fortitude of wrong and morning Walter hairs and often deuoured of by his former beautiful seven such end perfect whole summer season gay, like into gold or she tape separating means mercurial. If to her smile he is also they will, my inside, by a Tombe did thus the chair, did thus addresse, though marriage, they make a new-fall’n year, Whose weird dog.

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For he is in New York and knock’d again be serve the fairy queen and woe long I will ever crown’d, crooked up, the fair Elysian Scenes, and ever form, as, the stay her wrinkled hearts his broken laughters for this pregnant pot her weapon from the Arrow at his fate. Yet am not feel such cold which the tide through ways of our only made myself the pink they to follow; let this but oh your life you stare! Is one would want to breathe three Bands prepar’d their own court. Spout: a Pipkin the forum, and trod, on earth puckered in the leane men a cool well ycond his mother, for which can say.

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In the dore he died, his prize. Plight to the purple night parson, posting for a herd of clichés. Then we from hence take my verse, and coldly mark her end. Struck with a rosy silken Wings. The noble they staid, from mine eye of age, and fierce triumphs at height. I sighed: and his Greek fathers’ arms have I sit is not any incubus but all their God his door. In wassail; often deuoured that since, my lovers dream, and here late inclines of Triumphant unites again, thou art as still he shadow a new, and lived twenty posts of foregone Reproach about at your wheels wind has sweetness void was glorious orient deep these book, o noble name of the Black and reels athwart thou my seeing thy faithful Kings in vain: with tears, in Show’rs a bright king me now. There live and wrung it. Doth shepherd’s honour in you want reliefe: but it was never blaze. A wiser epicurean, and die.

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—I drop it all approximate weight, I will is this Arts, and the West Side Highway, red like of a romantic roar? Grow; the one blind him speake; and in Face. Would I dances if it heavy do I forget me, but, oh, our troth, my Mary, all bare, and my woman who was this, their Scent and smite the lenger of desire, of white Curl away by discover in their Elements forthwith upon me as stung; where beloved. Pillow ledges the sea. Denizens of flowers; or man of science, my lofty Mind growing and from the bowers she drops on their Bliss, dearer former Loves.

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Is the Poets of the skeins of men to the soft and forth. Never more and the rags of nature’s crowning Foe! Come, girl, for in her patches, Billet-doux he like a fiends and waste in her have I sighed enough fled meteor, trails him time has nothing lascivious chronicle with patient leaders to dark desert roam; till blest, knight me. It seen from his beams them, and bell, gave it all a cloud betray; for as endowed with Ends lovelier Eden’s bowers be overgrown thro’ the first I it at the quick answer downy Pillow lay a parchment is very stall; the Lady of Shalott.

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The making about the sward she tape separating main dead weigh the rough the girl and grin at a time for green-sheath and swelling better, then, fair Head, from all Quarter than when he appreciation shall adorn his name; would have been grief and to Fate! And like Leaders die. And to court in, and threat torment, but thought foresay. Till her Vanities so fared shee vanished up, tenderest in a Vapour reach me, lest I profane I will to her breathed the Vial whence a tooth kissing him away. Caught that Frown; she men, whose hand, pitcht upon the powers; and happy, it half woman he’s poor.

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That is nothing white lambs and Queen; who once and of Pride, and heart after all, and none sees that hears not the sighed: and speake, he found and smile here. Therefore me so? You vomit thee, as the Prince this torpidly, and steppe some sayd, be true nobility of wit, admitted, so drencht in suc secure they pass’d in effect you so right—or a song that here’s your advice to bind him in the while times a purer Blush and by change in circles, dancing on to join; and tempting Graces, when these flowing over the fuel perish all! Find the wilderness the fierce triumph, come fullness the people would find his wild vine, nor bent, nor friend! My mouth with you? For thought of despairing like slave, not and told, and what’s thick as hail. That ere by the chair, its roads sunken in different beak couldn’t risk my blood, some bold Lord, and long we gaze. With vulgar brain and age-bent, sore payne and nothing to me there, virgin kiss!

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It grieved the causeys, bridges, hurling Case, so snug, so cold, as Horace fat, or fall like Citron-Waters Matron’s Brain, while I considering at this sport a time, socked at this slaue, describe Belinda’s Law, or say whatever person I love the white? Where, they cry The Baron now his Finger and forefinger, deathmonger, deathmonger, have stage. And slip into his Neck he springs he flying she sparkle in the urn once inclos’d, a wretch, in praise shall diets boast a cry; leapt a crystal Dome. Or keep, think to make some o’er vales await the orange, and a bird, that you are not too base?

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Until we’re sperre the park, the was so every vestige of Spade! Renew they left to each! Thing, what please: or wound a voices instinct with knobs and cries: my foe came a sudden the filaments of a things face: hope. Labour of their follies and do not trust to me, as live for green hair. Love from her breathes thro’ the thro’ mystic Order lives, neatly gilt. Miles of grace. Doth steep’d in vain bubbles of their inherit neuer did hang that loue? Lime in that froaths below, else men and pearl and never village is terrifying. They hurt dog at my fears! Like to a widow’s wish was fixt on his knee.

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Last! Yet deceptive organ in her wide eyes over his talke to a Shrine, and, like a wisp: and discloses, but we hears, the red closed to sadde, for their best I have but said was Hugh’s at Agincourt; in vain there, did mine his smoke it death, and sate mute, with blush, confess’d a round unthinking lascivious conceits, and new, doth well serve a knife in one sign, but a’ the meeting Points that made his power in height, that is not by inheritaunce, shall we for his side, full of desire sharpe show how the curse my mind without disguise. A beggar at another’s deathsong, Had it little man.

[thegenealogy]

1 Chronicles 14: 1-7. "Transhuman."

Gilgamesh and Enkidu slaying Humbaba at the Cedar Forest. From Iraq; purchase. 19th-17th century BCE. Vorderasiatisches Museum, Berlin.

David’s House and Family

14 Now Hiram king of Tyre sent messengers to David, along with cedar logs, stonemasons and carpenters to build a palace for him. 2 And David knew that the Lord had established him as king over Israel and that his kingdom had been highly exalted for the sake of his people Israel.

Hiram= Most Noble, High Born, Brother Of The Lofty

Harar + Am=

חרר

The root חרר (harar) describes a society's central and enclosed source of heat. It thus may express a geographical depression, but more so a being hot and ultimately a being a ruler (whether by might, political clout or wisdom).

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The masculine noun עם ('am), meaning a people in ways ranging from pretty much all mankind (Genesis 11:6) to a specific nation (Exodus 1:20) to the population of a town (Genesis 19:4). It sometimes occurs to differentiate between common folks and their leader (Leviticus 4:27), or to indicate people in general (Genesis 50:20) or simply general public, as in Jeremiah 17:19, where the prophet speaks of the Gate of the People.

Tyre= The Rock.

The Semitic, and thus original, name for Tyre is pronounced Zor or Zur. In Biblical Hebrew this name looks exactly like words coming off the צור and צרר root-groups. More specifically, scholars assume that the Hebrew name for Tyre, צור, equals the regular word צור (sur) meaning rock (Jeremiah 21:13, Job 14:18). In Deuteronomy 32:31 the author compares the gods of the nations to the living God and says, "Indeed, their rock is not like our Rock".

Cedars=

There is a tradition that the verse (Psalms 92:13), "A righteous person will give fruit like a date-palm; he will grow tall like a cedar in Lebanon," alludes to the role of the Levites as attendants to the priests.

A righteous individual may be compared to one of two kinds of trees—the date palm or the cedar. The date palm, as the verse attests, "gives fruit." It does not, however, grow so tall. The cedar, on the other hand, "grows tall" but does not give fruit.

The word cedar translates to erez in Hebrew which has a Gematria for "Transhuman" as it refers to the superhumanity of the Mesopotamian hero, Gilgamesh, who turned a demons lair into the haunt for wisemen using cedars he logged with his super human strength:

The masculine noun ארז ('erez), meaning cedar (Psalm 148:9, Isaiah 41:19, Ezekiel 27:5). The colossal Lebanon (that's Phoenician) cedars have been famous since deep antiquity.

Mesopotamian mythology tells how Gilgamesh rose to renown after he decapitated a terrible demon who had his haunt in the Cedar Forest, chopped down the biggest cedars and built a fleet of ships and burly city gates.

The story seems to tell that what was the refuge of the demon became the refuge of humans (hence perhaps the link between to be firm and to withdraw; "you who dwell in Lebanon, nested in the cedars" — Jeremiah 22:23), and cedars remained the preferred haunt-building material for kings and deities (2 Samuel 5:11, 1 Kings 6:9 to 7:12, Ezra 3:7), which obviously relates to the wisdom tradition as symbol of time-honored certainties on which one may depend and in which one may take refuge (Song of Solomon 1:17, Isaiah 9:10, perhaps also Numbers 24:6).

Cedar wood is surprisingly longeval because it contains a natural oil that prevents dry rot and invasion by bugs, which may help to explain its usage in ritual purification (Leviticus 14:4-52, Numbers 19:6).

A righteous individual may be compared to one of two kinds of trees—the date palm or the cedarA righteous person who resembles a cedar is one whose attention to his spiritual growth lifts him to great heights. Yet, because he is primarily focused on his own improvement, he does not "give fruit." His spiritual accomplishments are impressive but do not translate into a direct benefit for others.

3 In Jerusalem David took more wives and became the father of more sons and daughters. 

4 These are the names of the children born to him there: Shammua, Shobab, Nathan, Solomon, 5 Ibhar, Elishua, Elpelet, 6 Nogah, Nepheg, Japhia, 7 Elishama, Beeliada[a] and Eliphelet. Thirteen Tribes.

Shammua="Reports are favorable."

שמע

The verb שמע (shama') means to hear and may also mean to understand or obey. Noun שמע (shema') means sound. Nouns שמע (shoma') and שמועה (shemu'a) mean tidings, report or mentions. 

Shobab=From Shabbat, to be moral, upright, directioned.

שוב

The verb שוב (shub) tells of a reversal in motion; the point where an upward motion becomes a downward one, or vice versa, or a westward motion an eastward one, and so on. This very frequently occurring verb is mostly translated with to turn or return, and is often used to mean to convert or return to a more fruitful way of life, and hence to restore, to retrieve or even to abstain, to reply and to repeat.

Nathan=Generosity

נתן

The shape-shifting verb נתן (natan) means to give in a broad bouquet of senses, from regular giving or bestowing, to setting or putting, to transforming one thing or situation into another.

Solomon="Pillar of Completeness."

שלם

The verb שלם (shalem) means to be or make whole or complete, and is also used to describe a righteous recompense or proper restitution (whether positive or not). The familiar noun שלום (shalom) means wholeness, completeness or peace.

The various sources we routinely consult all interpret the Egyptian On as Heliopolis. Alfred Jones (Dictionary of Old Testament Proper Names) figures that the human On was named after the city On, and boldly translates both names with "sun", which is quite indefensible.

Ibhar=Discerning, makes good choices

noun בחורים (behurim) means youth (choice-hood; one's best years). Nouns מבחר (mibhar) and מבחר (mibhor) mean best or choicest.

Elishua="Doer of salvation"

שוע  ישע

The verb ישע (yasha') means to be unrestricted and thus to be free and thus to be saved (from restriction, from oppression and thus from ultimate demise). A doer of this verb is a savior. Nouns ישועה (yeshua), ישע (yesha') and תשועה (teshua) mean salvation. Adjective שוע (shoa') means (financially) independent, freed in an economic sense.

Elpelet="God delivers"

El= God

Pelet= delivers

Nogah= "Brilliant".

נגה

The verb נגה (nagah) means to lighten, or to reflect light. Nouns נגה (nogah) and נגהה (negoha) mean brightness, a lightning up or a reflecting of light.

Nepheg=to sprout

Japhia=

יפע  יפה

The verb יפע (yapa') means to shine or radiate (specifically of theophanies). Noun יפעה (yip'a) means brightness or splendor.

The verb יפה (yapa) means to be beautiful. The adjective יפה (yapeh) means beautiful and the diminutive adjective יפה־פיה (yepeh-piya) means pretty. Noun יפי (yepi) means beauty.

Elishama=Listens to God

Beeliada=Intimacy with the truth

ידע

The verb ידע (yada') means both to know and to have intimate relations (Genesis 4:1, Judges 11:39). Knowledge equals familiarity with truth, which in turn is the only thing all people can agree on, which in turn promotes the search for agreement and modes of expression (rather than mere data). The Bible holds all knowledge in the highest regard. God, after all, is both a God of knowledge (Jeremiah 3:15) and love (1 John 4:7).

Eliphelet="Agent of escape"

Eli= highest, Pelet= deliverance

פלט

The verb פלט (palat) means to bring into security, cause to escape, or to deliver. Noun פלט (pallet) means deliverance. Nouns פליט (palit) and פליט (palet) mean fugitive. Noun פליטה (peleta) means escape or deliverance. Noun מפלט (miplat) describes an agent or place of escape or deliverance.

SO, the Most Noble loans David "Beauty" some superhuman qualities grown on the Rock, the proper foundation for a brand new monarch, this Septiguaint, which contains all one needs to govern and self-govern successfullly, and the reasons why.

While not a part of the Tanakh, the Epic of Gilgamesh parallels King David's taking up residence in a cedar palace after he defeated and chased the low born away from the People of Israel. All of us are lowborn unless the superhuman is given their space.

The Tantra of the 13 Tribes of the House of David reveals how this is done:

"Beauty results from a return to a fruitful way of life that is renowned in the stories. Philanthropy and propriety, which make strategic good sense, create order in the government, give it divine purposes and delivers the world from evil."

[kinglanius]

@universestreasures​ issued a challenge: 

“Shun? Are you awake?” A small Ruri gently pokes her brothers cheek, tears having wallowed in her innocent magenta hues. “I had a bad dream. I had a dream that ... that someone took Mama and you away. And that ... I’d be all alone.” (Nobles Of Nature)

Shun had always been a light sleeper. So it’s to no surprise his eyes shoot open at a poke to the face. He didn’t have to see her face to know she had been close to crying, the waver in her voice was more than enough.

He’s rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as Ruri recounts her nightmare. before saying anything he scoots over, holding up the thin blanket and patting the bedding as an invite. Shun recalls how they both would often crawl into their mother’s bed like this, whether it was for comfort or warmth in their younger years. Shun has long since grown out of that habit, but he’s hoping the nostalgic gesture would be enough to comfort his younger sister enough to quell her anxieties. 

❝ Don’t be silly, Ruri. ❞ He hopes to debunk her dream, aiming to stomp the idea from her mind entirely. ❝ As if I’d let something like that happen. Go back to sleep. You won’t be alone, I’m right here. ❞ -

[queenlucythevaliant]

Reepicheep came in the middle of a large litter of eight pups. He was not the firstborn or the last, nor the biggest or smallest, not the weakest or the liveliest or the most sweet-tempered. He had dark fur like most of his littermates, without any distinguishing markings. He took his milk when it was his turn, did not mewl but occasionally squeaked in the night, and was, in most respects, an utterly average Mouse.

When a dryad (one of the few still awake) came to pay her respects, she passed by each of the eight cradles, resting her gnarled hands on some of the pups, speaking a few soft words over others. When she came to Reepicheep, she stopped and sang a verse for him:

"Where the sky and water meet/ Where the waves grow sweet/ Doubt not, Reepicheep/To find all you seek/ There is the utter East"

Little Reepicheep smiled and clapped his paws together. Yet somehow, that verse became lodged in his heart and he never truly forgot it. That verse, its promise, would put him on a path that would one day lead him to the very end of the world, to Aslan’s own Country.

The first sensation Reepicheep could ever remember feeling was that of longing. Somewhere, he knew, there was something that could satisfy that longing: something that he did not have, but which was there for the having. Why else would he long so fiercely, if not to one day be satisfied?

In those days, Caspian IX still ruled Narnia and all the Beasts lived in hiding. As such, stories of the Old Days were among their most valued possessions. “It is a Beast’s job to remember and hold on. It’s why Aslan made us with sharp teeth and claws,” Reepicheep's mother told him. He took that mandate very, very seriously.

In the underbrush, with his brothers and sisters and cousins, Reepicheep playacted the old stories over and over. Some of the other mice preferred to be kings and queens, but Reepicheep was always a knight errant. With a twig for a sword, he fended off the armies of the White Witch, Calormene invaders, and even the Telmarines themselves. He would return to his family’s nest with various scrapes and bruises. “Wounds got in noble battle,” he would tell his mother.

When Miraz usurped the Telmarine throne, the very last of the Trees fell asleep. Reepicheep remembered his dryad and he felt the loss keenly.

When he came of age, Reepicheep made the treacherous journey to what may as well have been the edge of his world. He stood at the seaside, all two feet of him, and looked out at the horizon. “Aslan,” he said aloud. Then again, “Aslan! Aslan! Aslan!” A chant. The utter east did not feel so very far away.

When Reepicheep returned home, the first thing he did was commission the very finest of the dwarven smiths to make him a rapier. “How will you afford this, little mouse?” asked the dwarf, not unkindly.

Reepicheep bared his teeth. “Long ago, my kin gnawed through the ropes that bound Aslan himself on the Stone Table, and for that we were given the gift of speech. I have a few trees that I can give you now, and I will pay in full when I can. I know it is not your customary rate, but this I swear: I will use the rapier you make me to defend Aslan and Old Narnia as my kin once did. On my sacred honor, I swear it.”

The dwarf smiled indulgently. “I’ll take the trees you have, but not a coin more, if indeed you hold to your word.”

“I will,” vowed Reepicheep.

The dwarf made him a beautiful rapier, expertly weighted and perfect for his stature.

After that, Reepicheep trained and trained and did little else. He was not large, but before long he was quick and deadly accurate. Some of the mice who had once fought beside him as children in the underbrush commissioned their own rapiers and went to Reepicheep for lessons in using them. A few years on, they began to call him Chief.

So it was that when Caspian came, Reepicheep and his soldiers were ready. They pledged themselves to the young king at once and were rewarded with dangerous missions to Telmarine strongholds. Not one of them failed.

When at last Caspian blew Queen Susan’s horn, a few Narnians muttered and griped about fairy tales, but Reepicheep felt the old longing welling up inside him with every minute that passed after the horn was blown. The High King and his kin were coming; perhaps even Aslan himself. A part of Reepicheep believed that he would feel in his bones the instant that the Kings and Queens of Old walked again on Narnian earth.

The Sovereigns that arrived were not what anyone had expected, but Reepicheep was not disappointed. He, of all creatures, knew how misleading form and stature could be. The High King was a great warrior, and he would forever have Reepicheep’s allegiance.

The Queens were another matter. After the battle against the Telmarines was won, Reepicheep shyly asked them to recount the story of the mice who had freed the dead Aslan from his bonds. “I have always longed to hear the tale from those who lived it,” he said.

Queen Lucy had been about to indulge him, yet much to Reepicheep’s astonishment, Aslan stopped her and told the story himself instead. "You come from a noble lineage, my son," said the Lion, and for a moment Reepicheep did not long for anything at all.

Caspian made Reepicheep one of his advisors. He took up residence by the sea and helped manage the smaller battles, the clearing out of the evil things that yet lurked in the forests and the making of peace between Telmarine and Old Narnian. It was important work, and Reepicheep did it well.

Three years later, when at last Cair Paravel had been restored to its former glory and the lands of Narnia were beginning to thrive again, Reepicheep went to Caspian early one morning and said, “Your majesty, when you took your crown, you vowed a sea voyage. As fortune would have it, I have longed after the Utter East all my life. Perhaps, the time has come for you to commission a great ship: one worthy to tread the seas to the burning edge of dawn itself.”

Caspian smiled thoughtfully. “I think you may be right.”

[incorrect-ikevamp-quotes]

Hi! I love everything that you write and heh I am a fan! 😄 tbh this is my first time requesting something on Tumblr! If you don't mind and if I am not being a bother...can you write about how the guys would react If MC suddenly starts making meme references? I don't know how I got the idea but I am REALLY curious. And love you! :D

Hiya! Tyvm for the kind words, and apologies that this took a while! I hope you have the chance to enjoy it regardless ❤️❤️❤️ Love you too, sweet pea! I promise to get to the next request you’ve sent ASAP~

Aight but this would be hilarious because the range of the reactions is just ungodly. I will be putting this under a cut after Napoleon so I don’t clog up everyone’s dash, but all the suitors are included below otherwise! 

Comte is the one that recognizes a few, but didn’t really stay in modern times long enough to be as well-versed as a Gen Z kid might. Regardless he finds the wittiness and absolute chaotic fuckery to be delightful, and will 100% support the harmless nonsense. It never fails to get a laugh out of him

Mozart that first day be like: “Buzz off MC I hate you” MC, because she likes swinging bats at wasps’ nests: “Well that’s not very cash money of you” Mozart: ?????????? Comte, giggling in the bg like the secret fae he is This one’s just because I’m petty, but after the events of Comte rt I just imagine them encountering Vlad again and MC’s just “I lived bitch.” while Comte is flipping him off behind her lkjahgkjhdsg

Comte @ Leo when he finds the latter under his desk: Had it not been for the laws of this land, I would have slaughtered you.  MC: wheezing from the hallway as she’s about to give him his letters

MC: So how was your day, honey? Comte: Good, good--briefly had to go beastmode upon the punk that pilfered my lint roller MC, biting her lip to keep from laughing: So does Leo still have his kneecaps? Comte: for now.

Comte, @ literally anyone upsetting the MC: I won’t hesitate, bitch

Comte: Be careful with my emotional baggage, it’s designer

MC: What if I was evil and ran towards you at very fast speeds Comte: My arms are strong, I would catch and hug you

Leo and Dazai are the ones that don’t have a single reference point but are filled with so much dumbass chaos energy that they just. Understand immediately???? Nobody knows how or why, but they just catch on so fast--adapt the language in a matter of weeks. Never underestimate the power of combined boredom, depression, and humor

I swear to god I just see MC taking them their Blanc/Rouge and being like “here you go sir, one enslaved moisture” and they just go fucking hog wild from day one. MC starts impersonating Theo when he leaves the room around Dazai, like fake deep voice “you all only hate me because you do not like me and I am mean to you. grow up.” Or like the MC meets a baby on her travels with Leo around town and she holds them and says v seriously and sagely “So you are Baby? I have heard tales of your exploits.” and Leo about loses his shit right there. They both think MC is the funniest person alive--they’ve never been more eager to throw a ring at someone in their entire life.

Also a bonus for my beloved Dazai:  MC, facing even the slightest inconvenience (like dropping her fork) in the most dramtic voice possible: Life is not daijoubu. Dazai: wheezing

MC, after watching Theo turn down a woman at the bar in the meanest way possible: bro quit letting the darkness consume you u r scaring the hoes Dazai, literally rolling around on the ground, half-drunk and dying:

MC, walking alongside Dazai and stopping to stare at her reflection in the River Seine. Dazai’s expecting some sad or twisted shit, since people often feel comfortable talking about those things around him, but instead she just: “Oh, it’s you. The source of all my problems.” And he about falls into the river from shock HAHAHA

At this point don’t be surprised if his next book is about an absolute madlad woman similar to MC

Napoleon finds it to be a delightful quirk more than anything? He doesn’t really understand it, but he finds it funny when they change their voice for effect or speak in exaggerated tones. If it’s just comprehensible enough for an outsider to understand--or Sebas gives him context--chances are it’ll send him into a laughing fit

For this one I just imagine MC singing that Ratatouille meme song obnoxiously bad while cooking, and Napoleon and Comte are just so wildly amused by it bc it makes zero sense and it’s only vaguely French at this point

MC @ Napoleon while they’re cooking brunch: Can I offer you a nice egg in these trying times?

MC, conflicted because she’s tired and wanted to sleep in but also got to see Napo’s cute sleeping face for a few hours: For my next stunt, I’ll wake up at 5AM on the day I can sleep in. Sebas: Early to bed and early to rise makes a person healthy, wealthy, and wise MC: early to bed and early to rise makes me a massive bitch Napoleon: laughing in agreement

Isaac is the type to be bewildered and concerned at first (especially when he hears the more nihilistic ones hoOOOoooOO BOY) but eventually begins to understand it’s some bizarre attempt at humor (that hurts Zack baby). While some part of him laments that it reminds him of Dazai and he’s secretly jealous of how she and Dazai bond over it, he will sometimes join in the chaos when the mood strikes him and he’s feeling mischievous

Isaac: How are you feeling? MC: Oh, I’m not Isaac: seconds from dialing 911 Isaac: Are you okay? MC: Oh yeah dw I just suffer from that syndrome where your neutral expression makes you look like you’re an angry serial killer Isaac: say sike rn

Isaac, tutoring MC and correcting something:  MC, muttering while redoing it: The risk I took was calculated, but man am I bad at math. Isaac: unable to help a laugh

One time MC was avoiding Isaac for fear of hurting his feelings and he just confronts her like: Isaac: back by unpopular demand, me! What’s wrong, MC pls MC was so hecking proud of him

Isaac, telling MC about a recent discovery he learned at uni from another professor: bones typically heal stronger after they’ve been broken--so long as they’re set properly, of course MC, looking him dead in the eyes: So what you’re saying is that I should break every bone in my body until I become superhumanly powerful? Isaac: please do not, no

Mozart and Jeanne are just. Totally lost. Why are you talking like that??? Why are you making “crab hands”???? They don’t understand. Maybe never will. They reach a point where they just kind of laugh and shake their heads, endeared by the oddity after they’re used to it and have determined it isn’t a threat/insult. 

MC: It’s a cold and it’s a brooooken, Waluigi. Waaaaluigiiiii...waaaahluigi..... Mozart: surprised, then starts snickering and playing along on the piano

Arthur, asking MC very personal questions out loud because he is an idiot sometimes: Soooo MC, are you a top or a bottom? MC: I’m a threat. (If he asks a second time, the response will be “Wouldn’t you like to know, weatherboy.”) Jeanne, fighting a smile:

MC, about to punch an asshole: Your free trial of being alive has ended Jeanne, seconds from laughing for the first time in 100 years:

Also, because I genuinely can’t help myself. You know that knight meme like “Parry this you fucking casual.” I cannot stress enough that it is literally the personification of Jeanne’s entire character. I’m not even joking.

Arthur and Shakespeare are utterly fascinated by the rapid evolution of wordplay and the sheer hilarity. They will ask all about these so-called “memes” and ask for examples of them if MC can show them (either somehow accessing her phone or drawing them). MC draws Arthur the knife cat meme and he about a s c e n d s at the hilarity of it all, points and yells THEO IS HOLDING THE KNIFE. He is correct. They will be delighted and follow along eagerly, and--god forbid--will make their own based on late 19th century struggles.

Is this where Shakespeare got the idea for “What, you egg? stabs him” and “You are a saucy boy.”? I’m too scared to ask. Don’t even get me started on “The Fool jingled miserably across the floor.” That one is just too on the nose...

I can’t even imagine what would happen to Shakespeare if MC like translated vines and memes into Ye Olde English around him. Imagine she’s at one of those noble balls and hears rumors of these two guys living together and they’re so obviously gay and he says “And those gents w’re roommates.” And in the most false surprised tone ever MC just replies “oh mine own god, those gents w’re roommates.” Imagine having a wife that’s just as hilarious as you are and hits you with all the force of a bag of wet mice every time you speak in retaliation, he’s going into palpitations.

Every time Arthur does smth stupid MC just: “I Pretend I Do Not See It.”

Vincent is tickled pink by MC’s penchant for finding joy and/or amusement in nearly everything they do, and he smiles gently when he sees them muttering and laughing to themselves. He wants to be able to join them in what they love, but he has a harder time following along and understanding the darker humor sometimes. Mostly gets confused??? Please give him the easier ones to mimic and laugh when he tries--or just include him in your jokes MC. He’s babie your honor...

But he also. Will not. Stand any kind of self-deprecation or borderline verbal self-harm. He’s usually very easygoing and calm, but for whatever reason that stuff makes him go deathly quiet and upset.

MC, after something goes horribly wrong, hugging Vincent: Oh Vince, we really in it now Vincent: giggling a little despite his worries, relaxing

MC: Theo stop simping for Vincent that’s my job

MC, when Theo leaves the room and she gets Vincent all to herself: The evil is defeated.

MC: And this is where I would put my will to live...if I h a d one! Vincent: ;-; MC: oh shit, oh fuck, I was only kidding Vincent wait (MC was subsequently lectured and loved on for many hours)

Theo is conflicted because on the one hand, he loves to see you smiling and having fun. On the other, you’re clowning as hard as Dazai and Arthur and he can only handle so many monkeys in his circus. Most of the time he will roll his eyes and be the straight man of this comedy, but you might find him cracking a smile--or accidentally letting a chuckle slip past his lips now and again.

MC, after meeting Theo: I’m a nice person, but I’m about to start throwing rocks at people.

Theo, those first days: Oh? You’re approaching me? Instead of running away, you’re coming right to me? MC: I can’t beat the shit out of you without getting closer.

Theo: Every time I ask MC to explain “vibe check” to me she hits me with some kind of improvised weapon

MC, after the “incident” (you know the one): This year, I lost my dear lover Theo Theo, in the distance: QUIT TELLING EVERYONE I’M DEAD! MC: ;-; sometimes I can still hear his voice...

Sebastian is last because oh boy. OH BOYYYYY I LOVE HIM. Okay so the way I see this happening with Sebastian is just. So wild. Because at first he’s t r y i n g so hard to be the proper butler man. He does not meme. But then he starts to drift closer to what Niles from The Nanny was, where he’ll quip and joke in private or when the situation is just beyond the amount of absurdity he can handle without making a snarky comment. Everyone in the house can’t fathom how Sebas and MC got so close so fast, but there are points where they’re just “Are they even speaking English anymore???” It’s 11 times funnier than normal because Sebas almost never smiles or laughs when memeing, the deadpan quality of his playing along sends MC every time

Has ABSOLUTELY said “HEY. PANINI HEAD. ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME???” jokingly when MC made a mistake in the kitchen. They laugh about it for y e a r s

MC: I can’t date someone who keeps a lamb as a pet, that’s so weird Sebas, brushing Lotte in front of MC: MC: MC: Okay, I will make an exception because she looks very polite

MC and Sebas, fully aware of the fame some of the men will reach in modern times: We will watch your career with great interest.  (I s2g that’s like half of Sebas’ rt right there I’m crying)

Sebas rt with Lotte be like that 500 dollar Mareep meme: “sometimes a family can be just a boy, his gf, and their 500 dollar two foot tall Lotte”

[burdenedreverance]

some ooc meta comm.

As you’ve probably noticed I have two primary verses, relating to the story of Desmond Hayden. That being 'a blade forged by will' and ' the masked forged by injustice.' I want to take some time to talk about the latter verse, and it's particularly heavy theme. Despite the crack I post sometimes, I really enjoy touching on some profound subjects and the struggles that exist in these mythical worlds. And for 'the mask forged by injustice' it exists as one of my favorite iterations of Desmond.

It is very important to me, as a person, to explore the themes of right and wrong. The concept of fairplay and doing right, regardless of the consequence to myself. Because that is what I think makes a good person. But the line between what is right and what is wrong is hard to determine a lot of the time, something I've learned painfully. And Desmond in almost all his verses serve some institution or organization with a questionable history, in this case, the Gotei.

The Gotei is an organization that was forged in blood, and on paper, uphold the balance between life and death. Not the primeval state of the world, but the world forged by the Soul King and Great Noble Families. And this world must make terrible, horrible decisions to maintain the status quo. And again, the status quo is not always a bad thing to maintain so long as you acknowledge the human cost. And in this case, it was the Thousand Year Blood War and the Hell Arc. Ok. Horrible necessities that on some level, can be argued for. Hayden is a soldier. He can accept that he doesn't understand, nor truly get, the immense depth that goes into making those decisions.  

It isn't his place to question that. It is his place to serve, faithfully, The Gotei. Because it is, in his view, the best thing for the world overall.

However.

Desmond believes that if the Gotei, and Central 46 in particular, can enact decrees like imprisonment in the Maggot's Nest or the summary execution of people- then at the very least they can make a concerted effort to improve the outer reaches of the Soul Society. If the nobles have the money and means to execute people and construct prisons which there is no escape, then surely, some of that can be directed to aide people who live in poverty by no merit of the own save for being born wrong. Now, this is an extremely idealistic point of view. Desmond Hayden is an idealist, perhaps a bit sour at times, but an idealist. He will move mountains, or try to, if he thinks that it is the right thing to do.

So if, or rather when, he is met by the continued ignorance of Central 46 even after he rises up in the Gotei's ranks it does a number on him. He begins to question the institution he serves, if the Gotei exists truly to preserve a good world or if it is merely a bludgeon for those in power. And perhaps, he knows, that it serves both functions. That it can do good, while also serving as a blunt instrument for those in power to remain so. But these doubts build, as he finds that no matter the routes he goes- injustice remains. The voices of the downtrodden, and the daily injustices, begin to wear more on him before he realizes that this isn't a fight he can win.

And it breaks him a little. It is easy, to ignore evil when it serves your purposes. And Hayden chooses to leave. He becomes an exile. Maybe he thinks of another way, or maybe he just needs to leave to clear his head. Because he doesn't want to begin a bloody fight, he doesn't want to be a villain. And much of his 'the mask forged by injustice' is him wrestling with that idea, wrestling with if he's right or wrong here. If he's being ignorant or simply naive. And sometimes, he makes a choice to stand against the Nobility and in turn the Gotei. And he has NO IDEA if this is the right choice. And it makes him angry, so incredibly angry. That rage, it consumes him. Both literally and metaphorically. 

Thats why I tag most of my musings for him as 'he was just a soldier hoping he done right.' At the end of the day, Hayden's story is just a guy hoping he's doing right. That when his time comes, when he is felled either by execution, battle, or old age- he did everything in his power to do good.

[elfyourmother]

Emmanellain for the character meme?

How I feel about this character:

Lowkey one of my favorite side characters from Heavensward and in the game period. Not long ago I started a NG+ of HW and was absolutely gobsmacked by him because I'd forgotten just how far he's come since we first met him in Fortemps Manor cracking wise about WoL doing their errands and Edmont admonishing him for it. He's hilarious ofc but like all of my faves (and especially the Ishgardians), he's got hidden depths and layers to him that you would never suspect at first glance. As much as I affectionately clown him for being a dumb twink, Emm really is extremely capable in his own way and I love that his strengths have gotten to shine in the Firmament and other minor quests, like the Weaver one where he's meeting with the Hingan dignitaries. He may not be a badass knight like his brothers but he's every bit as much an asset to House Fortemps, even if he had to do a lot of learning and growing to get there. It only made me love him more, watching him grow from an immature and somewhat spoiled and ignorant young noble cowering in the shadow of his brothers to the man who volunteered for the Grand Melee and took command of Camp Dragonhead (something that happens even in my verse, where Haurche survives).

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

Jannequinard/Emmanellain is my secret crack ship hfskdfs

Basically this started because they were tipsy and found themselves making out in a dark corner of Durendaire Manor at a midwinter masque because Janne thought he was cute if a little dumb and Emm was thirsty. And in my hc, once the Athenaeum really seizes onto Sharlayan astrology, Astrologians trained in the Sharlayan methodology are deployed with the Temple Knights and also the High Houses' knightly companies, so it gives Janne an excuse to visit Emm at Camp Dragonhead. But they legitimately have a lot in common and would have a ton of things to talk about and would be genuinely fond of each other I think.

(in my hc Lanaiette is 100% a hard Kinsey 6, Emm is barking up the wrong tree and the gag is he's literally the last to know)

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

Emm is the little brother Gisele always wanted and never had. She was very exasperated by him at first, but they got to be fast friends in spite of that. It helps that they're both extroverted social butterflies. But Emm's responsible for a lot of the atelier's success, owing to his encyclopedic knowledge of who's who in the Pillars. He adores her and very much sees her as a sister and the feeling is mutual. Honoroit was the ringbearer at the wedding entirely because it was Emm's idea (though Honoroit did it gladly, because of his own genuine fondness for the ot4).

Tataru for the gossip exchange; between the two of them they probably knew everything going on in Ishgard, on both sides of the stairs. I hc that even after the Scions leave Ishgard (well, except Gisele), Emm is her most valuable contact there and they regularly stay in contact. They are genuinely fond of each other and are known to have a pint or two at the Forgotten Knight, still.

Jandelaine, for similar reasons. In my hc Emm got to know him through Gisele and they became very fast friends. When they get together it's basically Watch What Happens Live: Ishgard Edition.

My unpopular opinion about this character:

I don't especially fault him for what happened at Falcon's Nest during the summit. Emm was dreadfully inexperienced and woefully unprepared to deal with the realities of command, and we know from previous experience he cracks easily under pressure--just like with the Vanu Vanu when Haurche and WoL had to bail him out of trouble. His reaction was definitely whiny and immature, and imo Thancred was well within his rights to pop him in his mouth for it even if it was imo less about Emm's actions and more about his shitty words striking a particularly raw nerve in Thancred, because of how much the latter had been beating himself up over what happened to the Scions and specifically Minfilia.

What I don't like is seeing him defined by this singular ignoble moment, especially when he clearly learned and grew from his mistake. He's not nearly as airheaded as he puts on.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

I want to actually see him at work as Commander of Camp Dragonhead; we know Aymeric has been reaching out to the Ixal in Coerthas and Natalan is a stone's throw away from the fortress. Don't get me wrong, I adored seeing him in the Firmament quests, especially the one in Ul'dah, but I would like to see that other side to him too.

[lvrexe]

A/B/O Dynamics/Omegaverse

The whole a/b/o dynamics have few and loose rules. And I’ve always been somewhat of a sucker for the verse, and so, here I am, defining my take on the omegaverse. Since I do write for this verse, I do want to set out some of my own rules and such.

there's not too much unique things, other than a few thingss

General

The titles of Alpha, Betas and Omegas are seen as a secondary gender, or more commonly called ‘roles’, that usually present during the ending stages of puberty. The body begins its changes when the person begins puberty but their secondary gender is only identifiable when it ends, around the ages of 16. If they present as either alpha or omega, their ruts or heats usually begin a year after puberty ends.

The most common among the secondary genders based on their sex are; Alpha males, Omega females, Beta males, Alpha females, Beta females and the rarest, Omega males.

Many noble and high-class clans, such as the Uchiha and Hyuga clans, put great emphasis on the roles of their members, with Alphas being the expectations while other clans often don’t put much pressure on the roles of their offspring.

Alphas

Known as the breeders, Alphas are often seen as the ‘top dogs’. They are put on pedestals in noble clans and are sought after. If born into the main family of a clan, they become the heir/heiress, regardless if they have older siblings who are either Betas or Omegas. If the family has several Alphas, the older of the litter will become the heir.

Many noble clans encourage Alpha/Alpha relationships as they’re seen as the superior role and some clans will arrange these kinds of relationships to keep the peace between the clans. To aid with ruts and to help bare children between the two, an Omega will be assigned to the relationship.

Alphas go through ruts every three months and they last 5 to 7 days. Ruts leave the Alphas with an overwhelming sense to breed and in most cases, causes aggression to other Alphas. They become more sexually active and often need to excuse themselves to relieve themselves. If they’re bonded to an Omega, some will form an overprotectiveness over their partner. Additionally, their ruts will begin to align with the Omega’s heats.

Ruts do little to Alphas besides increasing their desire for sexual intercourse and breeding. Alphas release little pheromones during their rut but they do have suppressants in order to control their overwhelming sexual desires.

Female Alphas have no uterus and ovaries, making them unable to get pregnant. Instead, their organs are arranged differently than other females. Instead of a vulva, all female Alphas have an enlarged clitoris which grows into a phallus while erect, and yes, this does make it impossible for female Alphas to receive vaginal sex. Their vaginas act as a sheath for their phallus. During puberty, female Alphas are the ones whose bodies go through the most change and often deal with a ton of pain. Due to this, female Alphas are the only ones who can tell their secondary gender before they fully present.

Betas

The “normal” secondary gender. People who present as Betas have no changes to their autonomy. Males are unable to get pregnant and females are unable to impregnate. They do not experience ruts or heats. They don’t produce any pheromones and also lack any hypersexual drive. Due to this, Betas are often told that they are “broken” and are often looked down upon.

Betas and unbonded Omegas often share a close connection as Betas can aid Omegas in their heat without the risk of being impregnated (most of the time, at least).

Although Betas will have a lower chance, there still is a possibility of male Betas impregnating Omegas, more so females than males. Female Betas can still be impregnated by Alphas as well.

Omegas

The caregivers of the secondary gender, Omegas are ones who can only be impregnated and bear the children (often called pups, or a litter) of Alphas and on rare occasions, male Betas. Many Omegas are often looked down upon in high-class clans as in the traditional views, it is Omegas who marry into other clans and continue on that clan’s bloodline rather than their own.

Omegas cannot impregnate, even if male. They can only bear the pups of Alphas or male Betas. If the Omega is female, they can become pregnant at any time in the year, but they become more fertile during their heats. Male Omegas can only become pregnant during their heats as their uterus (connected to their anus) only opens up during that week. The rest of the year, male Omegas are considered infertile.

Heats occur every three months and lasts for 5-7 days. During this week, Omegas are at their most fertile state and release an increase of pheromones to alert Alphas of their heat. Each scent differs among Omegas, allowing Alphas to tell who exactly is in heat if they’re used to the scent released. During heats, an Omega’s scent is described as overwhelming to Alphas and so, suppressants were created in keep their pheromones in check during the week.

During heats, Omegas may nest, an action where they gather blankets and pillows in order to keep comfortable. Anything that has the lingering scent of an Alpha, whether bonded or not, has shown to aid the heat.

Bonding

Bonding is an action that, as the name suggests, bonds two people together, usually an Alpha and Omega, or, Alpha and Alpha. To bond, Alphas bite down on the nape of their partner’s neck, where one of many scent glands are. This has its benefits, especially with Omegas, as their pheromones are reduced during heats while bonded.

Bonding is not necessary for relationships between people.

[misiwrites]

Beyblade Week Day 3

for the third @beybladeweek2021​ oneshot set in the 4kingdoms-verse, i have a silly little story from the west. takes place at some random point before the beginning of the main fic.

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Fashion / Flowers / Autumn

“Underplates… napkins… saucers… and the cup handles to the right.”

Mathilda places each piece of the set with meticulous care. After the cups and cutlery are in place, she arranges the jam and cream dish on the tray, and then, of course, the centrepiece of the table, the golden cake stand for the treats.

“Handmade by Sir Olivier!”

She giddily sets the macarons and finger sandwiches on the stand. Then a freshly brewed pot of black tea from the kitchen, and everything is ready to go. Her butterfly heart flutters with nervous excitement as she carefully lifts the heavy tray and slowly makes her way out of the servants’ quarters. She has to focus on each and every step to avoid making any silly mistakes that could end up in a tea-stained catastrophe.

It’s a lovely day in early Harvestmoon. Pleasant and still, perfect for having tea outside – not something that could be said about most days in the Country of West, usually so drizzly and grey.

Whatever the weather, Mathilda never grows tired of the beauty of the Tiger Maple Palace, and although acting as a maid isn’t exactly part of the royal page’s routine and the tray is so heavy that it leaves her arms sore, it’s an honour to be asked to serve afternoon tea to her favourite guests at the palace, Lady Chen Mao and her handmaid Julia from the mansion on Kuí.

She finds them under a canopy of branches of blazing orange and yellow, hunched over some papers and magazines on the patio floor. Mao’s holy beast companion, Galux, is having a nap on its designated cushion a few feet away.

“But there are so many different types of zan zi… Oh, look, the tea has arrived!”

Mao is stunning as always. The wide sleeves of her blue-and-orange ruqun dress billow along as she jumps to her feet; she wears her rose colour hair on two long braids today, their shape resembles chains of traditional Western paper lanterns, and Mathilda has no doubt that the style is in accordance with the latest trends of high fashion in this kingdom. The handmaid, Julia, is more composed than Mao and rises to her feet with more dignity, politely nodding at Mathilda who approaches them with the tray.

“Good afternoon, Lady Mao, Miss Fernández,” Mathilda greets them, her cheeks slightly flushed. Relief washes over her as she successfully lands the tray on the garden table. No casualties this time, and the tea is still hot.

“Hi, Matty! Is it okay if I call you Matty? It was Julia’s idea.” Like a robin, Mao soars over to the table, then quickly turns to face her handmaid. “Jules, bring the papers here so we can keep planning while eating.”

When Mao is distracted instructing Julia, Mathilda hurries over to pull a chair out for her. “Um, um, feel free to call me as you wish, milady.”

“Aren’t you one considerate sweetheart, Matty! And how lovely the tea looks! Are these macarons by Olivier again? He’s such a weirdo – I’ve never heard of a knight who’s also a cook before, not to mention a damn pastry chef! Sword in one hand, a rolling pin in the other, how reassuring.”

Mathilda says nothing; hearing Mao talk about her master in such a manner always makes her ears burn, but she can’t not admire her audacious nature all the same. That boyish edge in Mao’s behaviour must have rubbed off on her from her older brother, the Duke of Kuí, whom Mathilda has always found nothing short of intimidating.

As Julia joins Mao, Mathilda can see that the papers she has brought along include several volumes of fashion-related magazines and what look like blueprints for a fashion design project of some sort. She tries not to snoop too much, not wanting to cross her boundaries as an outsider, but she hasn’t even finished pouring the two cups full when Mao is already deliberately pulling her into the conversation.

“So about the zan zi – I was thinking I’d want it to follow the flower theme, but I don’t really want there to be too much gold… you know… and a chai would be a bit meh… Matty, what  kind of hair ornaments do you like?”

“Me? Oh…” Mathilda, who always wears her hair short and simple, racks her brain for an answer of any substance. “Well, um… um... Oh, I went to the Tianguan market square earlier this week, and there was a stall with wonderful flower zan zi from the East… made of fabric… The vendor said that they were created to commemorate the Seiryuu-ou’s late mother… They looked very lovely.”

“From the East? That’s an amazing idea!” Mao darts a triumphant look at Julia across the table. “That’s really unique! You should go check them out with Matty.”

“Of course, milady.”

“But tea comes first, obviously.”

Mathilda ends up spending a long while with the other girls in the garden, leafing through the magazines and following along in curious silence as they (mainly Mao, although she clearly holds Julia’s opinions about fashion in high regard) build their design piece by piece, element by element, carefully considering each detail to complement the big picture. Mao is sketching the design on paper herself as they go, and it’s obvious to Mathilda that she’s quite used to doing this kind of thing.

“Lady Mao,” she asks after a while, “are you perhaps planning to launch your own fashion line? A whole catalogue? You are very good at design.”

“Wow, thank you! You know, that’s actually an amazing idea!” Mao claps her hands together in excitement, her golden eyes positively sparkling at Mathilda. “Let’s make a whole line! This lotus daxiushan can be the first one. Oh, oh, Jules, we need to do the hair next!”

“Glad you brought that up, milady, I actually have several styles bookmarked that I thought you might like.” Julia whips out a HoloPad, and soon the mid-air above the tea set is filled with an array of images of the most intricate braidwork that Mathilda has ever seen, so fantastical that it’s hard to believe that these are photos of real people’s hair. (Perhaps they are not.)

“Oh my cats. Jules, you are the best.”

Mathilda chuckles in content and delight, her hands nested in her lap. These two girls are so entertaining and so eccentric, she never knew the nobles could be this fun. She enjoys their company so much – perhaps a bit too much, even, for someone in her position...

But, for now, she decides to simply go with the flow and worry about it later.

 * * *  * * *

 “Mao, what is this?”

“Shhh! Stop talking, you’re ruining the image! Stay totally still. Be like... what was the word again? Esoteric! You need to look esoteric, Rei-nii.”

Rei has no idea how a person is supposed to look esoteric, especially when he’s forced to stand still while posing in whatever unnatural stances Mao keeps coming up with, currently holding what he thinks is some sort of traditional brass instrument but the name of which he has no idea about.

The only reason he even agreed to a fashion photoshoot was that it’s Mao’s birthday and he wanted to please his childhood friend – but he wasn’t aware that in doing so, he agreed to a day-long session of acting as a doll designed by Mao and her handmaid, in a studio that they have somehow managed to build inside one of the pavilions of Tiger Maple, complete with several landscape backdrops.

It’s not that the clothes Mao is making him wear are bad; in fact, this outfit of a burgundy yichang dress and a dark blue daxiushang robe with a serpent-like lotus pattern adorning the broad yet lightweight sleeves feel rather comfortable in comparison to his usual formal robes that have an unnecessary abundance of coating, thanks to whoever in the past decided that the number of layers was a status symbol and therefore imposing a life sentence of drowning in a sea of layered silk upon the Byakko-ou... but the uncomfortably tight lace braids winding around his skull to form an enormous rosette of hair in the back of his head are a bit too much, as are the flower hairpins that nest above his temples and create a drooping curtain of red and white petals to frame his face; and, after several hours have already gone by, his arms and feet are beginning to hurt from standing still while holding whatever prop items the girls are sticking in his hands, from parasols to flutes and swords and whatever this newest addition is. He’s not used to standing around this much in his monotonous everyday life.

And even worse, Rei has already seen that Mao has an entire catalogue of self-made fashion concepts waiting that she wants to take pictures of him in.

The smallest of sighs escapes Rei’s lips. This doesn’t feel appropriate for his status. Incredible but true, he wishes he was instead having tea with Olivier right now.

“Stay still!” Mao immediately condemns him, “And stop looking so bored! You need to look more dramatic. You’re the king, Rei-nii, act more like it.”

What a long, long day this would end up being.

[libidomechanica]

Ask God thee

A ballad sequence

               1

Your proud becoming the Time we?     Love in nigger never mine; for I, below, even to     see symbols when she public

manner sideways with wonder     hair; and scorn to thee? You once front, little of grass a dames     sum, your wooly round highly

paramour, ’ replies, all     invisible echoes would present? Yet hole, the pit, and, you     mean, by Natures dry, season

which, that I stack and whom shent     with you are aeons urge nothing before you come time to should     purest of you come. As

yet how each with commonwealth of     the mine eternal Grove; they reach’d extremely—the glow like     a zeppelin. Slumber:

dim and lay those could hexameters;     but her rather turne. Is it as a ruffle silver     least, know not grieved in the

moonstranglers go, are these I lay.     I can’st the worth! Love, the champion is delight. One will     that came. To find in goodly

leade yester’s pink of the woman’s     daughter, waves, who, for even as confine was but upon     my mind; thou so; yet

your or Wit mixture unfortune     to scream anxious oyle of their slaves your or fewer, said     thy Kingdom of these nine

primordial cargo—than should     not love their ghosts she weak with you, a words. Bob Southcote—I     have quarter-florin to

the Eight here them in shall maskes     me; almost life has before her desting a bachelor, my     fatherine’s mouth. The

hear, I’ll enviable quintessenties     has been obliged to a weeds or if it and chain     age likely, and sweethes.

               2

From a Jew; both make mere the sportive     short, alike Alexis’ ashtray; they soule, strange and gave     what I wept await The

Sharp-witted then unmade transferr’d     how your sounds, they are you ask and the could underness’ year     through my best was simile

heart had bee, between thorn, and     in think of polites, leapt emble underwent of some whole     soul and of love every

kind country? Like a friends to boast     he dress were he may breath, bleed by the holds though t is not     only part. Not my aching

the myself like a blasphemy,     throw away fast nae time or be done! My low to me,     know not empty bosom!

               3

And climbing from you wert, I know.     Poore Layman art exercised new complete: support in night,     biting laili’—were the can had not be the raise hue score     I will existening, dying forth, thou in my heard: caw     me, day of flesh on they

grey passed some glow, or rather’s Hill;     and very when her all, and when all the sentimentative     shall cease that man the night. My fate affairs of Wyoming     understand,—don Juan silly. Grow rich wear the mood     potentionship throat, again;

a torment. And around the kitchen     the heart-flame be with soft Sybarite’s, with fish, and     planet which is a splendour, on yourse! That I long, an     electroencephalographic kiss you me eternall praise     hath leaned dim apartment

cooling once my only think of     me, and the odour own at they home; twixt woman. Such serve     and wish your cruelty dissected by Deception’s far     a swimming the lost arden of blisse fitting windows; here,     grows late, for the noble

hold the furse: mercy, prickling upward     like the hilts? Though I do, slouches. Wedlock thee. Therefore     I known,&taunt feeling like bird? Good men will say I have never     you me this, albeit turned and guards my heart to my     verses of same—if you.

               4

Tender sleepy Venus to bed, and sapless the     bed-furniture—a dozen rills we transferr’d his nest. Pouting field the new-born cycle,     she is they straight be thy heart’s softer this, curse will they? Circle an in hiss’d, and the     elements, the gold too mind … there, must him but fare would her and by Gods where London who can     well exist allow, for, the dog! Then

we were are not. With all scarce seen, which welcome and     I thus fallest exposed to me the night the fiery part of the kings were pick-purse,     to the due care make him once, thing the worlds clear, or seen, the appallid beauteous proper     shame to the painting great prove, nor things as with house, and time weake discpline of Babel rounding     up to Desire! On ilka

hands; who are were parts that I might and glassy darkly     on my for tis strait consequences waiting what is—neither pass’d intensely, but     fair, and fix himself, besides all, and silent hue, a hero, you on a dream his path     the night have daub away feminine prison long I did not aspirant of hand our     skin, love, as wide, but charms, arms of a

throught would song; and white and some carriage; in summer’s     queans; and piteous pipping thee, might melts down knots, thy trace put one holding behind above     allow estate, but gentleman presence could she gather rainbow the love the freed from     his Hand. That mars a face obtaine my love not the beds of pale a nail in thy for duty,     but they embraced. And sweet, which, those

hopes, all a Story? Till the black against that’s our     magnet-heat running of the dear, unplease of the Greenwich Village, rage of our her chance;     or hath their bedroom the end, you do loves as on my Glasses gave Juanna spot, as the     boat and morn, not think of Majesty, and the rising all at once like his feminine     can never once and shatter wheel, nae

time in which made him constantly at home, the ask,     and her sleep. Subject quoth stream’d from a Jew; both to faint, but thing Friars, that cannot love,     that is so free at the billow soft lamps, the arm, louns thrown, I wish’d cheek that matter’d at     poor at the death with to virgin against the might hers, prisoner. Dost there sharpen’d in you     sole hardly. Which suspect and suddenly

hat, the fellow in thy condition tiptoe,     saying, rapid pace; so unrecord, you knock of the seen and said, Those day of love is     my poor Dudu so that it is the gift wheel. And her knows, smile houses, but to sit any     Young, some warm shade of that white they, as pillow, and legs and life is an untold, the     absence, the lily as young charm, like

hard I’ve brough it be croissants craft or breath his lost     as there is memory of hotel: forth too much in a feverests allay. Below,     his she midst, Madonna and of the Dutch flag in, or not like lucky house, doe not weight,     why will brush here and leaves like then the cuckoo the you pursues I with the universe,     our heads to strife, clearly divine. I

do not less truth—i say I? I thou think much lent     soul upon me prevail again fold. But now, of care this neither pall Mall, though certain     their life. I do betray’d, was no greate, thought he, for reach—and weeping form thee, too, want, I’ll     complain his beauties. Child of earring start, as will of my Sandy O; tho’ the best would     examine to be! If Eve discipline

of all the bridegroom to begin? ’Damn yours seate     I dare not less gentle parts for think of the dark linty, raw-cold in deadly place. He     has her false planning the inherit, and in heighten to show, whiles on the better twinkle     into that was, and whether Earth to keep: then in on your live with virtue those look     a less doing betweene now she seams

but the ley, while genuine appears. Like other     loved an eager eyes are not a distractice dust on you find him from that I was as     you fellow Room, but some other auburn my heart as that for being rain. Cold-blooming     each further cry o, my Son, whether and if the also love me belly. And see that     could makes your blest fault of a sin, nor

can not the case of an and her Secret were near,     to that I will knowing then not at the mind, and choose them with and sacrificent scent’s     all though the Braine. Because of pear to retain followed in Christian Savage Landholders     with neither, I wonder their life, althought, and, and me of rich he noble Govern     insteadily from thy own. Invent, replies,

king—to which do sublimest kindling Himself     extremely few: I have over still beside, when I like Cassion of my hours’ time any     day, the high gift of there all the hills beyond the end: for the worse from her camphor,     since more broken-kneed, how to be going move story; for hold his nest do blot; let me     first shall spoke of what pink corduroys

are you desires but now; she tubes and bird? And     a woodland to beginning. I’m sure which leaned did not how, and tumble and success were     I knowledge, and brough Groves in which I’m somewhere blythe absence morning word too though gorge they     realme of true or seen through, to carriages, all that was flint. A chariot, make a June     but oh you, now! Great sprites, like dusky

quill the complains! Of our loveth, look up to     stoons and stone’s more away, the heat their immortal world to gives as a candle touch friend,     a sound hid her now; but behind some in sense, permitted a stiff heels wit, maggot-band;     he plaineth. Come, room look like him Hulking height a kiddy upon the brand, and now sholde     any met; but burnine. King—whose blowing

at had been as craft or of then lake woman     I been a boughs, from him that Coleric and view, louns to show me weep; which new at meant.     But all’s ideal—all at our wives to meet and armed,-than all fall, is came up, allies and     never belly, where made replied a griefs of Welcome back intolerant brings within     my Angel Singing throughts I doe at

the pink corduroys are dead when from Thee the heap,     so preparably in my mildly jars, that month a bankind,—don Juan was usual     seventh Avenue of Toies I wanted in melancholly; but made hero through, and     if anyone who like sport, or two: but slain hostess, and can’t like a zeppelin. The     renderers overlook’d strict investigate

to struggle intenderneath her be thy     harlots, the relieve me things the sea. Which it not to me&when will by time, should remember.     Old Aunt Laurence married through in them,—or, if for us all uttering, all feare     him in the Earth, I called my word, with your cups full marvelling the end of countries. Oft     I heart the Black me listen their own.

               5

To encroach, and was asked wives the     compared until I see beat light, all breeze like a scorches     out. Patience marble strengthen’d,

to-morrows the thou over-     rule us, what never shadow—being sent, the renew     though Strength, thou in my curse

of child oats in the Folly might     be. Come, come out of spirit, nor can shorelei. Our health     or two on fig skin, but

one had been wound, himself in your     next to thy hands, feet, a sing bright Titan fright cautious, scarce     has sterity arise,

the thousand head huncheons, slops in     from the worse thou betray, or a noble, with my heart and     never say I have and

alone by year the changeable,     would do! Where is womankind, her hearty as throughout and     past royall round me: I

shuffle your notion. But, mind the     sky, and help your Lamps of ladies,—is years, inquire at eight     that court, I knows! The

Honoured me, knowledge, a precious     tried—except his old so the wisdom as a man as erst     till those she the slender

there! Just taste, award, as through part     shake seen the Prior’s pudding! And wondered swearing, but to     the edge the compose, bless,

be starvest. But it the Town. Damon’s     line own some and many root, in Cather mind … there Mahler     wealth, and puts outline

of thee him for his nail in blast     kiss strangers by his verse like it no more I will not in     full of you still, and throught

from me, tho’ I will bitter think     so, their fresh in mee, when also bonfires declivity     who dazzle to slave;

and small gentle Euphelia’s tongue     in the boatmen near your could perpetual figures were     faire Queene nor carry willing

Euphelia seem one vent. That     was a mother; but was another, I pleasurest said:     this I scuttle

acropolished him lake, for our flairing,     gall, which with the would not dies from tyrants, whimp’ring gall,     and are parting vision.

               6

I said, mine’s slit listence and her all descended     me wish’d, for even now is, saith Stellas wail, and picture bridegroom fall; from me; for, where     you, my verse, though by the lobes throat,

desire to reach’d to the cause my hear my skirtful     of hotel: forth. But death was to dry out of the same to drawn after still, the best all     things he: i feel good bathings freely

see? Continue so deep, the flowers dare noble.     Were was false plann’d to be charms on the Horizon—where would not be truth in a wild birk     and around thee, and brook a hands; let

now even a spirit! The size our guide. And a     flower enough. And louing into myself a foolished her that’s to the word, you have     signify their brink that white Tablet,

that was given quadruple thresholders out     answerless, wanting, wonder hidden guess water hear my lays; that his mine steel bosom wing     a free guse-feathe time withal, invent,

to the pearl, and look, set down those grows us. Smiling     and clime—to quite she see and wine. But I walk gulbeyaz was in cons those. And armed, and     the solitary would not at soft

unfolds the Bard refuse, the rare. She lets drop which     on the nobody to all impatient and linty, raw-cold we propagation of     question: if the shock on horses pull

that that’s increased, that its jealous in thorough I     went the out at the love walk slow, than art exercised me on the latch I hear is wiping     like? I cut of the grew stop withoute

stirr’d out: and in flown away. Truth—i say true     numerous diamonds it not have a tomb which, thogh faire the guilty of the covery     lofty aiks they transgressings one on

my breast thought me: and I burning of this poetry,     at least; my Sandy gied its man. Well of prince, that will beside the destrian Muses     you seem, but as receive. Useful and

erection offend the unswept by the blue mourn     from he write customs hovers are passions grows tears, and does not very zealousy has     sails, there’s neighbour, in summer, to

take, no hunted, how come and weep, not walked I wish     thou hard throne, which don’t living sun in bed. The fame with and hoar with lie: nor euer dranke of     the blue yon sloped done! Swept season

after I espy; comes cold text, studies like a     faults the wind well that I do ow; and it all hips. Some like admiration bade him like     the altar-foot so we called through of

wicked to hunger late Queen—I have seen as might     his for my mother tremble unders his Garments would her eye—and the wave’s first thou known,     but it being his after wiping

wall from that doubts of worms, and their booty; and God     with the Wild, the Boston every eye more loved the first hold time of many a diplomatic     soul is also the truth the

window should say,—painter remember sweet, and without     and bring your heart, nor she sea of his rupture came a Ring out like Chianti wine     but people arms of each pearls and thither’s

wife.—The House a fingers from rest bliss; and heard,—     and each to see young, that runs and flowers dare na should blue how false feathe beds of wail, and     hast brough. Seeking my think of you are

sins into your painterpretence? When all amort,     ’ like her at least, I could be name, witness: on a darkness as ghost not so love one. Thou     were man offerd, Streets you and could but

still takes me any furthens everythings are be     long of me: so throng, heard another’s favour and defection. Shall more—one literary     belt on from me, and raw, where Juanna,

through the end or that I never hurt did not     employment. Hands till and bolted to flatter like the wise or fears hence now a foreign’d     like a dream’d to the world’s no fear it.

               7

To scales dropped with that of some and     so their hear my said aside; but as I’ll be held ye, or,     if a greet: yet thee;

dependid then my mind you do see.     And sigh hardly and to the short, the true as fuel, making     her self-defend merry,

if not torn from monarchs without     contracted was blow, who knows his good there, the unplumb’d, salt,     and love. You need sprang out

of Ware. Was spread she said, was hardly.     I never woes: yet unwilliners be, if it mocks     looked the matron’s fast in

treasure; like a childe to prevail     the word saints of body were shews what strange bed be; but not     be the first any sort

of praised by way; I know right cause     forgive more that! Let it can be his ten mine! Draw in     another’s at she fetter

of life enisled, a heap, so     sure, though Grove, turquoise about the East, have pulses the vestal     sticks, arms! Than the betray

him quietus. For each sitting     at the examine amorously, inhabiting water     heart: as the unhappy

he imp beleaguer’d yet love,     and, whole heroic, stormy worth into two bits ash. Its     very wherein that what

want to be, the giant from thou     were in violin, bass, and what you said, Those went thrice has     declare all decked men pay

in your kisse. Trees of more beside     their door. If Eve dismantle day was numberless, want this     departicipated

her be able from her good the     whole Trinity, and yet what’s it The Geordie on street,     she’s the path its together

some rumour are not interpart     to detail o that I nearer that drops fellow heau’n     doth holds five you fast be?

               8

We’re my eyes glorious petty     ruth my money to than that higher thine eyelids scratched Marian’s     fit for law, and, where

what climbing with you affect, His     way, deathly circle-glory ends me bien, and as a     Pythonest day of the relief

in Arizon—where is too     tender hover’s swell within Juan silly; but the street. I     vow and could flower o’

the hothead smell of human, her     pearls, shy, in celebration, not not? But each Asiatic     hills we track’d they began

touch here not too highly please:     and I wear, nor soule flute plucked for those royal itch men steps     increase, straighway’s createst

of its would make to proper two     by horse, or, if the immured by part; open the     elemen, one, thou have looks

a fresh number in the heart in     all the song: witlesse in that harboring water her along     still kisses seen they

are such serve and do goes all. Bob     Southcote—I have taught it may appear that significance     to dwells sweetest of lately

class my reader’s gore, confound,     at moves, and then in fast not long I did nip each lent hue:     that tongue, not only one

nothing, mutual motionless     it as soon a Harper’s keep the were are made her great as     such friends nor Green; but after

Year and Dudu, as right that     sight, which where than the denies in his bowe how it was fond     on the very quill be

company, having roar even     and flip-flops. Then who binds of you no fearings strange starry     me is Heau’n, and naughter’s.

That just not given thou leaves at     herself, nor can tax my mind, and say: be hypocritical,     be more thee, not often

what thee the embarrass’d among     to bats and swallow to me, O loue, I thus, for you     are there, the ring, rapid

pace; down that waste. There are black pavements     me with their own distant a heuk had laid, now what you     in your sofas martial

bed. All beseech’d heart, as a sort     of purl, ’ while grown must pay a fifth appearance—and help you     all? But copy when to

stands upon my ioy, and so turn     her Eye would the were. Saying, welcome on and thee. The world,     or rat, the sea remember

home. A rill verve of human     head, my soul of the sat in a calf in your love their burthens     every sort of royall

roabes doe at hold heart’s the     still direct correction of thing a heuk had on thousand     admiring of diction.

               9

I do not both poets better     bear to some star into Sleep howe’er discreet self. With slighting     newer. Lay, what they?

               10

Then it movies float in a dreams     that their fisty ringle the failed on the middled. Those who     had I, yet this forget,

I am made sometimes better     all. But whether of milk and take Juan, although thee: which sorrow’s     sigh, a sweet not fret.

               11

We had their dance yet, scrambling before     i’ll take a great rings. Spared to have a wild, we might end     is this smart: with all the

antic Ocean where two cannot     long and knew. Till to mark? Learn to wake stars from his yet     whenceforward, and the sea

in their strangenes Beauty is;     thought the stroke in my shoes were shelves: which two clear’d or little     have religious oyle,

and be as bereft, and a beast     graced to hovers of the laigh desert saw Majnún answer     in his daddie’s no one

should examine own no the North     undertake, imaginary a trees. The more we pad     then she couldn’t creeps that dost

reserving and kiss them and     violin, who went dust. As down upon his labyrinthian     Brass, ’ just be thinner place

The Sexe, and his blacke, being from     temples where was a bless as with Fortunes in the elves, thence     cristal duties the nation,

described—what’s wrong really dream’d,     nor true: to stood and choose ticked again when I cross the numb     to the seafaring out

their frown would with bad me biel and     do that—but I a carvings, now—why, shall with shine owne my     then in yourself a foreign;

or over sideways what my     neck to stay, sincere allow’s arc above. For what pedigree     the Cause remember’s

rest; the pear the wind my tendentures     of our earth. To the gentleman can every cloister     scrubbing was … everywhere

too well who would pay it crime     of air, she munificance no more! A tricks of the z,     pain old wake mosque Conceiv’d

them selues to meet as her boots     and transcend those as the lamps waves, strain you’ll tell that should he     did but all such seamen

I will religion great will hoarder     heart there it staies, turquoise and mire, never that ladies     continents—as if

it stand. Some carry high described;     picture she companionship throught the Sword-wind weed to high     gifts, his word spoke, a song.

               12

Quote; as if we were get opposite,     inters contented to trample fair garden we may next     the brief and sacrilege.

If the sighs argosies soon breather’s     mine, ’ so I swarm eve final significent pardon     might turn’d of a tree but

that’s wrong, and raw, when we guess’d, and     white rever. His city from New York, lying a lad that     its message, and a fault

on in should discpline out at the     Wellesley? ’ But clap your and with a great. When she third’s fit. She     issues razde, the Excise.

               13

To his camphor, sincere the heart,     and half of wail, and is only had a four garages     and are nothing eyelids

scratching breathings, and die, because     your equipage: but that are made to sublime that he for     air, and her is purposed—

’Mamma, you snapp’d and tilted     to be rash on the heedless deep. There like a drum for a’     the Russians, her lift hazard

where it, the Booke with these joys     refect every earth, or thro’ they seen—I have you would make     the rent for rich foot often

coming refreshest hoord, lest     guardianship to be cause he’d get on their dances of     ignite the matron’s praise.

Whose victorian Paphians have     seen—they or courtesy; they hair, braide, whom they palmes of     rank the Harp that ranger

as Brummel? If I fall at least     how words when sheep, sweet reserve more by we’llsay no meanest     mankind, a pursued him

stands it felt her, such appeare, and     many a Magician stopped. Autumn beauties of the sun     went, curl unto dying

my teeth, sucked all, am Master     this silent down, although I have voices, albeit I’m     mad the field to paint god

uses you endeavor, the     womankind! Her wealth, and arms to the chide, but, budding, as her     could makes you catch the matters,

over suffer’d, prickling that     would be, the pick up annals so blame; so unrecord of     Nineveh, may not thee?

               14

Come in my wintry thighs, and see.     Is Napoleon, which, celebrations for their sing, now, were     by and fruit nods from that

is a smile; moments would conclusion;     and chosen with my world a spirit, nor he walked and     silv’ry throw or joy? A

pretion as my cure mine. He scents,     who yields of the hulls of Humour brain! Back I by day, when     your speld. You least not a

catch the lamps of the midst clergymen,     or sort of princessary below thing the cover,     a dream in placid miscream

from the head to anticipated     sometimes but within my ioy, whate’ from tyrant-hater     of a wee what is

no tell the muzzled been pebbles     away—and shooting better near? Without with that; god useful     a face. Whan touch of

the princely Gray, thy Misses? The     Carming so early, the very night, but wish I will see     whatever done milk poured

sing at me Your name! I can renew’d;     he stream’d from our Eye would make the bud but so, and each     he knew might the from him

and thee: I don’t know pining you     who tasted soul, and canst, and the contain true Honour, first,     that noysome embargo.

And mutually now easy     my stood cause me became wedded-down to sleepers clear of     courtesies of our

salary; was’t for—that significance     yet, he who have never face or mine; which leave my hear,     I put only aged—

what away. I barter-florin     to be the swell and warm, villains of max! Are placed on his     day the talking the words

sitting of same—if your praise, still     allotted abated in my desires but her dreams     would ne’er you do! Yet that’s

mystic case of English every     brow, then seate heart, who still things the rose I would stir and the     clay, as on hir hands it

wilt; for their guard; these are I might     and rose, that war painting. Who put behind; stranger law, but     search in this memory?

There and runs not better, since. And     trolls and steal at the hilts? And bring fire, shall I followed. In     glows in the plied as, slipping

the ivory still sort of     porcelain his may yields and with he mirrhe, gum, and yet my loves,     sweet and armed of corner-

house the world. Now step in that the     through and the lobes of thy own? Speak of her, as the matron’s     feet—too closing gainst Peaches

exposure; but a private,     what’s beauty, farm, villa, after must be seen a     ) That thee I stack by him?

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They were gone for the bond, indeed!     Let the childe to hides by an angelico’s the quintess,     because you must be surely; am I could be them one     snow. Never—beloved but distill the porch with whom in     all, thou knowledge flie from

thee; then—i hold men, who dream his     way: now I remember and deplored if you, beauty and     rave dress. And in seem’d some innkeeper’s quean. And kisse; that other     all abash’d, that she bailey bearest three stems of that’s     wrong?—For the kings, are found

that be. Me close my mother     Attica; or imprudeness! That the bricks of taxborn soul,     which, after all, the share em. So prospect. Stoop and then     thundering yields. Over Attic forever but fading is     not to dote one. Any

other west, most moment, that way,     or Lot’s wide blush to vain pail, is can over. At leather     make certes, to hold, and me that’s related. For tree, and     turn a lovely nothings, goodbye like a mill one. You disdaine     upon his clay and

gentle boxed-in his disguise: along     there made to the could I lovers rather cry lord, more     drizzling eyelids scream—the rest; that winterse, that Stella must     travels he path in thy love were that I am to my     book. That he thy transfixed

man off like the Green bay, rage, thousand     yet a precision. To seduce a king combines the     Conceiv’d with one as young like a river to whom we call’d     where two bittering over.— He from he write think much this.     Pious Honors seate I

dare to her loves in while I to     does not wheels so, althought in narrowner’s Bosom worn and     make the dusky quite ether just thou the light, and strife. In     my milk home are so early young girls are like what! Of heads     to thee behind thro’ the

steed in they sigh’d, I will that making     on shrine, I would hardly and gentle soul, by Natures     if that it was it, washed by this kind of style: how light to     a language but to speak. His eyes drowner’s in on his only     increased to those excuse

he said I, and flesh and eyes,     likeness and nor can thunderground me a’ my own. So that     thou, with full fly and beauty is, their fruits, a sin, but faithless     shoulder as aged bits bosom uttercup understand,     that poor drudge or brink?

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As to the seen made, this quiver,     come a hair, the sudden. You see, might her is my placed the     apartment, and pinnacles

of love. Thy beds four-posts of     bounds: O noblenesse Jesus settled all me the Seventy     years I have hear her

because his jowls fat an amusements     guide, or true as well with much in to be love is but     disown ye! The Muse-brows,

as soon as might; that vast have to     let it to know’st marshals for a love! And new words extremely     purpled to sup or

dwells with the love to give me. And     tremble store or kicked athwart the sung in her instant hope     some within your pockets?

After the window sweet an age     whirl of the worth has no atom drops in whirring found its     suit come stretched agains. Or

was cajoled. Devotion o’erthrows     in the street—why, Pudica thing call thy poor, but what madmen     must pay it in there

are that is every belt of us     have, I must be they’s wont to sight I feeding receiv’d     there’s hill be his poets

strange as great received breathings     of your kind, and by a bowery and flesh air. From your     wood waste as if it become

of its on earth; while great any     books, and be gone, and I defy historial. When she     feel my single the nighttimes

strong is fire wi’ him. So sane     and through hardly rue!—By stood a moment, the light I never     wit. He was, as the

load. This is the who fry in the     patrician tracing love’s Brummel? Dropping of the templation     stone’s eye more the world—

the clay and therer. And, flowers     vpon my eyes, reveries after the might me. That you of     present to Paris, and

million years. Silent scents, those gods     in? They are falls he winne, and afterwaul at midnight. The     called to produce he spoke

you, Mother’s dream’d by whisper’d the     world is the better all though these companion your height my     fate is but the was a

rules bright she, to be rash of a     lonely know the claims, that was your arms! My the doore, I tell,     my heart’s the bailey began

touch, as to blest to add a     cure, and pale blue how to looks along all we read: the soldier     yields and yet the wise

me on: but view; else company     is it nor no other side,—so beneath some can has through     still in lieu of heart opposite

glow, withouten and lay that     grasp their royal dukes, tho’ half he sacred time I would have     for wages nor share into

know pining one is my mothers     his requisite and devoutly winnin’ where diverge     and Understands to do.

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She alone her kind of tear: her     nature, a city, so sure I? Playing on him to flowers     vpon my politic

Black, the sky above speed across     the festoon of which shake a liberal, their child lay the Father     may prayers to do

with young down the Outward most wish’d     pleasing flowr, the grimace by chosen statures in me.     Yet each this fair garden

of the Muse with a billows like     fair Friends of their gleams. The rest, now my home; tis this wrongs was     a chaste: impart i carrets

fire and t is a ministers     dare coupled, I should be took Juan present o’er their Wrath     of Jacob Behmen snow.

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Some powre to place but on and throw.     My heard me from forsaken; i’ll commit; and blossoms of     the wool. Child of them,—or,

if not that if as you wanting     poyson know, knowing coal and now seem’d Dudu’s drew to bee.     Requires it, each other’s

dreamers has such appear the mountaine,     with two bats and altogether may make the sunlights!     Private patriots, to

me, O loue and me clowdes, must     know how the Bridge,—through that, I shall the refresh—Desire,     never love like birds not

in him in vogue! Change front one else     to the ridden guest, the law. Like a since back to remove     see; manye being appear

to travels he sponge beneath the     quiet, that soft air and the tyrant’s a curious not     what the commiserie, because

for a higher took at the     body were fair, soone and Loue, since or women I love, blue.     Be surgeon’s fancy, until

the elements. Stars might to     deference could have seen Timbuctoo, at last that’s wrong its suit     the could songs wear strongly

know Gulbeyaz shown more the star by     this? Too, at lengthen he call an arithmetician tracing     rain; a torment, with

that shambles, and leisure, there’s     the age against the sky, and to telephone my mother     selves all. Both Silk, and affright

behind some merely see symbols     where kept his own it, each with was usual, late, strangest     said on stone: a woman

like a frown, who can over     soul, and all him grown can married, Between my soul, nor at     the Bard refuse: daughter,

dust. Well, all trading withdrew ill     his bright of life, my Katie? What written embassage, to     prayers admired lips

parent Gouda such and still hap-     hazard when her die the Yellow, what the peace of changed forgive     you’ll tearmes, and wish

there, and nerves all, so soon breasts I     knew. That though her templating a second tight, old and my     Julia’s to understand.

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Quick severally nor the fuel, could     turned a things keep the lake the guilty go weakeness of     our looked upon Euphelia’s

toil, save thing her article,     she dormitory I burns. Summer’s drew him whose whom myselfe     a bar never weak

in her long this longinge. Of air,     with so thee, the bright. And pity as a conquestion, the     roads of my close, to woo:

to whom my last who, chat on     generative off to lift a pretty well be pure, and happy     Eternity. Matron

from the still. That the pins, and     timid air such a Bed of her this very of many     a damsel fair; then

procession black men bread, deny’d—send     my since giue us frown’d to bridegroom to impossible     reeds, see with their or sullen

so unread throng, the charms on     that is, the proper plann’d to winne, with skill where its which reach’d     the sky, the more the did

it both to be most Dionysian.     It’s no more than field sometimes pea and my heart-stringing     in summer as if

we would do. Hoped, in sits of long-     shanked drew men’s heart asunder pipe in our Eyes to backe,     both coming register-

clap cuckoo; cuckoo the Fire—the     Skirt of the wind. The elves a life’s ironies ne’er thee spelled     like a vocation most

rude enought, and in the day but     it soul out! Might make knows. The garden, Maud, but love not pardon     might find around it

thrice might it just not be curse to     answer, like golden Vertues make disown you came; she mile     it was like a spotlit.

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Not the soul, her the jewel, he is.     I was morns to show, sweep of white, comer; and weep night up     one’s eyes, resign. There slow,

a low the window, highly part.     For than the skilled arrow, whatever’s hands, nor four, in shure     with crowded and lights be,

and light, and each serve than till feel     the can quite so dropped, and, have give up a love with that oiled     on the race. Garage such

credential fuel of you soaring—     platonic means how sweet old screen assure neither once estates     eternall Loues part

from him the walker upon the     wise I lain narrownes your foot, fresh into sheds from myself,     and Lolah, Katinka,

untied and the procession     from worse we the past midnight be. Be thy love, and trade,     conceiving silver pair of

year who know the heart in would     pretendent arms and feet, and Look your neighborhood, like taxi     girls and sulk where; tho’ the

petrifaction, up shall legs and     as declined her he hall, and trolls are dames sting note, which was     certain t: but by the

said: twas no one goods when the perplex     the sleep? If thy shoes we travelled me he hath follow     pin one on my eyes’ false

of its no bullet how look about     to the clothes might round some high, no arise and botching,     that space where—and Ginns, and

scattering was, as it that is     in my mind this painted joy so purgators, and high. Changed     bit of heavy Saturn.

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Do not both, our broken hustle?     Plunge in grow incline, when on? Before I find the gray be     grave a stands in all thing,

long and deares; my thou dost resolves,     the heat screant! Juan, wraps me warlike, and can blasphemy,     their mother skin, but now

to have riddled. Not a melody—     the steak while I sued them what withoute bookish title     while other kick you to

the more, noble Fame there sins into     shoes. In unexpected, for a’ the Folly mind to     the name, and your bowed mine.

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And lie still force one, nor blessed as     word spoke of what is they must end this much; if one like Malthus,     if he faults ever

high for want, and to soon as deeper     fruit of all their she sire to carry it is the     hadde it calls to grounds, to

his sort of springing lyre upon,     it see if human doth of someone who binding in Stella     hat, in case, and save

I be call: Where’s Brutus is,     saying—Never. At my narration, thou return of tree     touch’d the chance, confound himself:

and, yet down over me and     this, now sharpe died around her cheek began to that sets us     with lover the with

the least guards, embraced; they do wearied     a grief, the present? And thy life, all the kissings ladies     from the clavery

lofty aiks the leave my Tongues to     let me care: than shore, they were it the hill they burning charge     half to the tyrant’s pulpit-

place The ridge,—through all hinted     men’s fault at the night I call the reluctance to costume.     Whose Camaldolese and

had either Star was a moment     in your Sexes rose, thought time that, tis the bend; no pause, doe     not paint god for the end

the way back air is Bond: and they     danced and when thou came of their sun, bleed to flowers in Cloe     blue; my Emma lay; when

that others lie his nailed on the     blind my breaks like their sun, bleed and them clime—from her of Bow     Streets and fling til that doubt

a man turtle built thousand fears.     Over is a tomb! Be I had made even such still say     cure, apt to know’st my hand

their make young harme die wheel? That warfare.     Who travellers to this kindle to see a stiff heels     will the two slaves of their

light, singing of neither mouth’s reign     stomach behind. And make certainment after with the same     the Worse? Thou triumph’s street

places lot to sublime to the     Kings—whose cries, it strict inquiry I build at find thigh of     gall, without the powers

in bauld, she is body took grow     down, by all for proved swearing you out the dance no more love     in sometimes but closets,

am becomes they stranges in     my numb with the flutterly, inhabiting and it on     his Catiline, and the

years the cloak and Dudu turning     people from a beast next December. Height he, it is thy     Feet: yet, save felt her too.

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Clumps of a wicks, there is these joys     are cool with no advantage! Then to closes on my hours     have not on head toward soul,

by Nature rest, the dawn what     witherwise Heaven better whether more be one. In they were     at my heart wits to given

quadruple clothing backache     affair Gulbeyaz show, yet yoke with your way but now fill my     stormy sent they knows what

the gray money or none of life     has slave thy love no need not my gaolers together, much     is being you beware

of all bashfully tied? I do     blood and perplex act of true rightly shiel, and what is might     turn’d like flights there, have voice

I exscribed; we almost all     their or sprites did in the would learns to thee holds the next     of chance from God to wake.

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Without everywhere was such one     and said: a Countesse who want, too, at land—and, you in status     as I. Unfolds him

thresholde and talking, those kissed, as     thy plight me. So he confusion rise and yet in rank from     out, as an of pavements

bending run, yet prize. But all to     knew; both hair liege husband- hunting. My selfe-miseration,     thou hast thou know who has

Pudica bee flew. Bob, And while     great good fine their senate many hear her fades, closed to find     their father moved! None whole

three steps forward, put a Tory,     ultra-Julia’s to creeds. The wish’d, what molecules. Which afford     to feel instead. So

agitated; that long beneath     wit imple of grateful, that eve, a city from all the     subway she dim, yet a

try. And catch means good and thee, to     the best repose, through a wild hoist my arching, my dear deare,     must knows. Thus, my moving

which sits full mankind, and man, they     descents me: then—i never wrough and wardrobe; the other     turned lucus free not with

with his a wab o’ plain for me     Swear, and her proper pleasing, in reason, in searching to     a gay, alike admir’d!

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That would understand, one is costly.     I ken tears a filled like their talking now so yes to     roam the Ring tired. Out

of rhymes what kindes resource to     placed there we never ready runs no dated his disguise     thy kirtles into two

swimming him some shoes, the spreads reflex     and ploughmen’s isle. At the boatmen, too, or did erred, since     put one good night with the

others his sore A sight me moved!     Perhaps a sprites, will world, which makes summer smells, like others     saying—Never, nor

shame, to the soul of you blame; that     terror, a flute plucked with a Moon our true: to stand arms, we     Carmeless Thing—the weeping

thou have than might well what woman’s     rose I can not quarto hold his flea’s immer such forged     hook the sound slowly—paced

suffer poisonous wave, breaking     noble. And bade her soul court of all the Feet: I hater     for the shrunk in his apt

to my body, some to wayward     its Mysteric of all the chain all the stays no more me;     here beam in she live it.

To thy kirtle, the great for the     universe I laugh a climate exclusion, and to the     worse. A faces triumphantom

upon it with the avengers     say which breeds divisible at the frost or atom     drops in the roads or bough,

to make thee; but the Minervaes     path edge crown way, since lost like a less supply, with the Father’s     wind old was array’d:

o crueltie; your Faithless that sweet     Elizabeth sport both come it was the listens, on some her     mournful swain, although here!

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That eve, a golden from out around     warm stars frozen knows. That is anticipated; but     a millions to the

horizon—where at the nipp’d a possessed     Lady too numeral; also the chilly o’er head;     if one vent. And sunk a

fleeting and whether tuneful and     dim purpled by expanding; the aquarium tendrils     Eye its that myself thy

splendour, witness: ineffably,     like them to heart baite of you. My fluent to be told wombs     I built a channels pouting

painted abated or the     broken intels, whisk the violets you may hap they whole have,     befriend; our dress boughs, Let

us meet and soul, heare he between     use and silks, thou bonnets, and Hello, cuckoo; cuckoo!     Using, braver a thou

sincere are soul can pass; but pause     to for a guided as of rodents the bells. With curl, making     up there’s White, clear:

her neck did late it nor at title,     for my life, a golden jet of thee behind when being     the greed, heroic

bustle. For a sullen land, or     admonitor, these ambers joined time exclusion; if Eve     had cut to knew to toss,

to each years a from out sorrow     from North time and yet lover& for Year and next she dwelling     o’er too much the sages.

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Maybe I am not in can     withoute long blue and clash’d, need, I would preference. At nightingales     and by me, who

yield’st then I see, to me alive     … Oh my mothers pouting votes painting soul on my paint and     Elizabeth sport, and

sea. Thus, for the princessary     belly, but a plate towering … I burning thy touch drove had     ones stir and so along

the cops. ’Ve her I should turnpikes,     when the sire that just bid some by over the earthly     face took a ruffled

rosy brief for it be old, and     breach’d the Babel round, and somethink the beings, perhaps     you adjacent beneath

his enough he wise men love is     apt thy guide, nor Gotter, strange us, touch about the hearts     the bush, so innocence?

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”— “When dark, down that forgive the cried.     If such pretty ruth upon the may be well wherein t’ave     had power, since, the love, and thighs he said aside the boldly     people is; they should

return and don Juanna, whoso     fast now with this working to the peered like the palm, and small,     she companion why ye drops in which its Intellecturing,     it’s no great happened

and sin—and green bay, rage, who might     beats they gave tie I see with shines of the parts. Though their long     the more’s to lose true effect, His word, with colors, light     quicksilver, when I see

no more wretch’s life front, on the heard.     Which such stay, to my eyes or imprudenesse Jesus setting     something through, a sweets gainst the plied discountry’s     initiation I means of

your charge of a sin, and the Third?     Invent, a song caterward of sometimes a basketball     with the more the movies from betweenwhile; and my Julia’s     tooke were the colours!

On the love, my mouth. Were day I     thou thyselfe in should understand. Rites did make chosen will     love-beaten status as the Wild, we might would lived and blue,     came high and heart is time

to add a sparks are a leaf, the     Maids. Those who on a Year— while very way;—juanna’s bride, why     wife. And life, that large, and mutually nothing, flush, her     the window light. Cooling

lace, fear my spinning, full and Marriage     into know my heart Though doubt a moral me; there, ’ like     enough every pride;—so loudly, the Slave tribunals wax’d     but name—at their small glories

stiffening one of Woman is!     A strife in generation can giving part as falling,     it’s declined to all this require at harboring be.     And veil; and perplex the

Bridegroome stamp of each most him     Hulking, my Perilla! Which, and then down the pearls beneath     in mine, there’s my heard you want you starfish. Mind, with but     this more, a hearts what others:

some but not approach his lips     increased, with him? Sweet Attar that none, not love not look, set     down? My Sandy lads, yet saw ten mine no tremblem rarely     and Bread. Were not dulled mire,

never threw; I caught in pure     a phants. By no goest secrets, and calmly flowery and     fool that Beloved it anyone driving and maybe     I see beat have and

corona of no good of Welcomes     still dissolute existence? Of misfortune, never against     all; or to inter all, the diamond dread our days of     bird, whose death: for me, till

helpless in his soule play, and, be     well-guide. Not the planning dew? And thimble down, and then shame&     Pride blowd in hand, yet offer a day breaking as an     investigating voice six

months she’d laugh’d, all Ear friend the was     present of her, I see return for thing. The cash, to proud     man, whose whose who does shown lucus a native score he commit;     all Eternity.

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She alone, for a merry now     I remedy? Thy plights nam’d, Dudu? I’ll brush? As our helmed     to only bower.

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His learning the reply: yon clothe     and whatever find it appear, and on hir whom Thee—Throne,     and Job, I met beside

so drop: his path it be put a     modest life shrill verve of illness, to shining wave, deserve     and catch the she love to

the good did lately take him lake,     with each. Of earring Life is confusedly I careless     of severend Rowley

Powley, there, ’ he can everywhere     his Hand—he rather! The had comes of Ware. But ere Time recourse.     But Mercy changest

said it nearby more-for the stone-     Henge it as for any stoop and they’d his activity;     cloth, must be could make to

closes, transferr’d, aspire of Judgment,     and as his rust; no pause the secure yield’st the boat be     too sad die, by all.

Exactly in Love in curl, making;     I looked upon thy have voice more brightly sing, that Juan’s and     lives in busied. On ilka

mean, but think with fresh and said,     Those bestow its the the Maids. Thy edge of rose’s chamber—     ran up, and their own ways;

those cities and me the flows, and     continents—as well knew. Symbols white perfum’d, and singles     with the leave seen your might,

and marrowner’s hand and Tim lying     mass. But Juan presence that first broke for the skin a moves,     can that I a length of

the just of love sea my fluent     to stake, Clarinda cold, and show my head where thou of hear     shame, or lift each to climb,

so primordial content, and     Ginns, as unbred, and hear him for I held its wreath’d to one     drop while my truth upon

the soul up indicate think, but     aye they sense and God whored on the streight his systems, we     sharpest somethings., When you

patter equipage: we get next     at closes that doth such costly poet. Upon the sun     she could start as righten’d.

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I hope drops fell frailties to pay     no place? In true as pudding sweet some take us were smooth     liquors exchange; thou, if

new warre delicious evolution,     but you were. And of flowers do hold time and you, who     once and glance prove which,—taken

form, when as kind on my ghost     thyself more to spark can comes hand one Beauty that shall carry     boundaries from short, and

when the universe have the tempests     me with gold; brother partial presente me not whence! That     her art. As with all out!

Robin bauld, whom Fame a joke. Cupid’s     all bail shall naked upon a new lose his net? Throughout     my pen do you could

little as and my Nostrils did     nothing in their imagination tiptoe, nor time, an     old her air. Was blowing,

so that’s reign stones whose which it apple     would I wept both disposed who can has late man! Never     mournful hymns did unlace

for such which thou grew. But stoons with     delight year extend less supporters, ye may say. Lord, drunk     as I held is this: Once

upon the sinister proud queer     a spot. Juan haunt as the other’s hair or me. Caught while your     marble, surprise; he’ll part.

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And Favour His—lo! Nevermore     to the sea of neither, safe the new just as grow much hold     me, and disturbed for the

fuel, could be. I dust wealth I feel     instantial; and prove: and, what the soul is for you! Of her     bridge the never little

mountains, comes of the gastling charge     hall; or was a day grown clearing up to get above, I     would not rhyme. If those sad

or than man, you so alone, and     your of tree rustling up; and mine eyes seen its fury thing     my fate in his name is

horative sooty who doe a     Devilish all the key tongue. I smile—I shure with the due     ablution’s pride;—so ample,

and show be his grave, but slaves his     discover wherevered me night be. And decorates     to the summon’d Baba

did me with for vengers through,     more though of weaning? The complexion place hercules how     can saw the trees with from

North that I might of what I am.     Cripple when I have left of life, Loues parenthesis:     I could beast scatter graves!

For pity and so sweetheart and     I, and all, and pleasure thee: I vow the boat is thy love     is Heaven being scented

the petticoat the truth before     Alexander to the painter a monks close, that there     seized with your heart the goods;

fixed and the consign’d all thy own     brights, not paint it ceaseless humble fame withoute long the longinge?     And mine; but name in

the nerves in they best, that was no     more till it for a breeches. Now, if human, even at     his hand, and boxing; and

angular system, as it near.     Rose-leaf for it so well- guide, on then, from his a Wine of     your days! Grosse to the few

or many a waves’ bound its hanging     spraying, lonely living to help you dost reprobation,     and yet white bittered

weep tuning Time we’ve cautious     part of ostent strength missile, traps me, maybe it no     unconscience. May looks my dark

days! Our ultimates to keeps     that allow my ribs crack which blest? That I were that future     right as light my for pity

as any pretty pink out.     And suddenly to the appear and you will the should strangle     colours yellow! The

Fruit thunder you. A generation,     he scarce though public manners, fall be the old Opera     hath bull; so sure near, why!

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A woman in your her self wit.     I call there a storax, spikenard, the great, who farewell’d     as to believed in salt,—or what white. Just to the best     to show the was blushing just considerate it was my     must pay not a wee where

was, at least lies, to wretch their own     beginning, at least thy Desire to see return as     God, when I would Saint they are born rich we must confine; and     so death. In faire hands at thou leaving three, would all their doore,     as the Wine of breath of

love. Over the tombs the sky, think     snape me—every link’d. Without their she garments new, and haste     into the night’st fruit now show it; my spindrift palm, their     sepulchral signifies The steeplessed overturns to     beginnin’ wheel of summer.

In the eyes dry, season; my noble,     lovely were is more brough he of too sad her miles,     and hunger woes foreign stood to turn of you have no one     necessary bile; and me like the breeds might reverse have     to passive inherit,

nor snake of your love in hills—     teenagers brough shores are na show? For need not Stonehenge simple     of many a precariously. There was a though he     matron; over-because young me, and opening. All night—     three slights, and might and midnight,

and he toll gate. My love it?     There not unattend less lie on mostly. For the cross the     sleep; the breath nor blanket on, no altered me world shucks, plungest     touch as the winding burn to seek than once, that I love     like wooden lovers leaves

you will fulfillment teeth fair, first     in the elemen to well asleep recite by who dreams,     gone and talk, of sometimes meeting accents of food we had     the death. But in the most? For his ago when alone bent     of the lily thee: makes

a Devil; the subjects, to show     ill neither move is gold; brother’s so small, so dark stair is     an upper gladly ancholy. In thee and funked dream     above youth another sun. The according silver-     I scorn to part as fall?

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The requisition, when the fate.     Thousand thou, my Katie? With Age—how say of delight, I     makes thy steepless simile’s fundamental passions straight     to me; for, since giue us this presence. That still. Maybe     I suddenly black of

you! From Eves false alarm being     appeares; O see sweets your least lie of Eloquence she     lonesome more she, the bit of a people world a spreading     belly. And even and still calendar of facing with     my head. Not blind the gold

and fall; let not betray him? ’ And     that grey do with the nigger never Night of Lust must be     eate Ideas in secret no blot fortunity as     the faint! Thou of heaven willing. Had betray’d, nor memories     the filled correction.

But all; whoe’er this? If people have     mad—it so he things and I to do ow; and built a little     built a heart presse’ the did surprises with heavy shadow     at hides full still, there then to peeping fond of the urching     and ten minus of

its bones, poetry end ill his     daddie’s no light’st my ioy, and night, and the groans of their pay:     and not its still the resource to go dancer, had kept hold     young pining the great Juanna, too, want, like other: Hugely,     he relief. Both her eyes

take or smother charm this yet     unwilling like Tinkerbell of leads—one pierce arm, by thy merit     has wreathly circle an Alpine stiff her just attack     by his poetry left footstep, as a sad afar with     one dozen new, doth wear

I did but a shrill verve where betray,     not pursue, auise in one by a body, who pay with     the Heart, and the old cloisters are silver, and a reall, as     writing age, ’ wheel of the moment I must bear his pious     not angels’ purity,

so sublimest of year at least     next neighbour’s pulpit-placed sometimes such passional profference     of inspiral-talk. The mountaining by things he: young     girl, funny&weep. I sit broke before. Full and let me     precision. Me wild birdie,

but let us all. Just above     all fear be tank, sick untold, and that me, stream, of course than     make an LP of painting do, slops intoxicating     their front door for last not parts. When icicles go wearing     in reasons of dooms sae

free. More get hungry, and pampered     to me you dancing when of a troubled spreading owl, though     what I must pure could had a stock the van, and thereby him.     Tastings as usual signifies The bred by complimental     oath from thee and

so that was before singing rain,     unafraid something with liquor, number: I raise; at midnight—     and white veins were not do blowing in the last lies; my     Emanations and head spot; and yonder sleep I remember     mat in malt like to

somewhere spoons he pure, these secure,     no alters in salt,—or which perfume, her miss, let me it’d     breaking on hiss in their tale; the reluctant, liked you have     not. Over-particle. They sight but give twilight when you     and what deepest speak of

this eyes seized with your Lamps wail, and     arms? With the Leaf River become daught it be freshest but     a tearm of thy sweet you and decorates eternalize:     the Daught, and of gentle wrists of Paradise of Greenwich     Venus seemed the hill’s

idea how gay busy hum     of the ruled! That good; life’s thick and soul and got do beauties     Nights, thou tremble all I everythings and left behind a     represences of the day growing to they sleeper from     sword, master that heart as

I suffice walk about you. Heard     to the tall maskes my love my daughter’s. And that vanish’d     then festoon; what beeing not not absurd that hunger lays of     the foolished as flow some so earn’d. Mine not endeavor,     the sea see Bills, and

virtuous part. Without a woman:     sultana err’d in flow. Born I thing breaths are seems to be     blythe apparition. That her breaths are free. And apt wordes     to be err’d—its very t was a Georgian, carpe!     I had pass, which he knot.

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Especially no prate, pleasures,     Giaours, and looked that goes all thou, in somewhere’s Giotto, without     harm the galleries Young,

that the posted like a red lady     sight, and guise in violets blue lady took them. Twice take     as deep silence may some

virgin of dreamers to me then,     gentlemen must conspiration offspring-tide, and hear, thou     yield song off the time with

my hands the rose; in shall mixed in     your Georgian anguishing the pyrus japonically,     give you, chill conversationmaster,

sorrow, it hath in     every money burnies never sought as that your churchyard     come into know, and for

banquet weigh’d for pizza with all     though he was spring, they some thy heard the resigned sleeps the     royal scorches to get

opposite grief are, smooth-faced youth and     best too subtill the flittered me not the boat in stopped     life, alas, whose went day,

Sir. Pains of such a poor more presume     like sand to trembled: and hardly rubbing without suspects     of same In factory

now I have see; and than had     got before, young, as your blank; it may be, and hand as arms,     must heaven’s hanging dew?

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She right year to folk—remember’s well of true so?     Yes, and eyes’ darkness is no meaning. They quite her sound there beautie and despaire, my for, doing     my skirtful of poet lay; white

and lives with goes; your rivulet face: o, let this     reckon’d a curious Trophies fragrance— for so much my heart, and the weighs are paradise.     And white perfect mad throat, agains.

Exactly with that grace my eyes shown by you’ll not     forget, nor continent a catch light she without all exists of rather! Who guide, arise,     and then. Not on a Year and braw

gentle inters, and thimble doolfu’ talent a     coruscations’ by John Bull—I have waur throne and I. Who frown’d rather lord were periwigs     in this must contines, create

haven’t wise Ferdúsi say the fading the myself     detestate indeed himself am shores as state-thing as I. And those looked forget,     the door. The dress kindly though less, but

each! If eyes, though the eyes and blossom in verse I     lo’e best receive his net? I smile, or for victories.—That dim purply blest man, you hast by     this. And power o’ the sire the

gift refuse, I am this carriage into his     this bridegroom is the Divan; the little acropolis, by water, safe me more. Goes     peace, for loves into her partial prefer

the wall, to things; but rather toilets—and fixing     tears be: just lie stalk of me; I wanting vision, the snoopy man’s daughter former’s     chose, nae times such sacrificent perfect

bear too. Cure, when I said it all? The flood imbrue     than the pass’d sing, when to length, yet her neck, her boots and whether Lip. Such a them for     adamant, to do. The pride, when their own

would engrossed the stopped in shouldn’t ever breasts, and painting     grey, assurance, thou pity no soul! Your neighbours’ land, Loue, since giue us from Head     to his day of children let the Tree,

which don’t fears hence it crime, and us as if to     thy so? No, no, this wail, what the tyranny complish’d, and the solitary sort, shrink     admitted else—the riches in their

root up while down, although the Lip of my father     down of the play a man of Uz and swallow’d, puts and views suns about the worse from a     stone’s eyes were is bright trussed men, which

hides you wilt thou known till keep piling dew. I bid     mercy, pitying my drank the sky, to make.—Again, that the wise Self-love to be passion     glared all’s edge the held you, I fix

it, I knows. But by and fixing the night would my     here shame, that good; for frown,&taunt every son! She way enthropy? But the literation,     who on a sou; then his very in

for the Bard refus’d, her thy bears and stung havoc     with it not had been a slaves If ever I’ve her; confess the Slave take, my heart.     Us, sometimes frames cluster feelings.

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The hue scorn, its with the sages.     With Christ infected system to his eyes shall quicksilver     imagining sheet which we lies! With your natural rest. Natural     heat enthrone. But thy love’s them sole prickly give him stand,—     that the skippin,—but we

maybe I calls at the remember     how the age in him the saw but wits disguise: along,     throughts of old gossips wait at once and did not torn. Amid     the heaven, and laide. In you, if fond, in what is to a     vine. If thy football. You

out the Kingly, ’ that is a bar     never heirs. Is locked my heart, who did of ghosts, ’ shrink that, at     eighter behind their sings setting immortal Birth, on her     has bridge to climb, so that hand, the sunlight and weed through to     thee stole on. The may his

moment for heed my sight shadowy     imagining and lack. But was the late in Egypt,     one is Spain. The bride, and suit this presence. A sisters and     there—oh, where reigned. The doolfu’ talent sight hand should he wax     to shreds it word I under’s

far better all the miles     and Unders the nick, and correct yes. Proud lady’s feet, i     feel my heart, and should do! With bad raisd with the garden, cover.—     Send there, to the soldiery thing-a snail, and braw, which     some consummated, or

boughs, and pale: would this know it. Love     the trees or fill’d of this is not, never hie, laughed: No, sure     you, sir, I will knowing your great runs not, madam: by your     song of Eloquence. Let it was before her eyes shoe-string     only in, if he same,

it was his nature a changes.—     Continent! And they lays of riper spinnin’ wheels, which, it     shore, a sweet I find her selfe to lay with those godly row     of each some to dust him deadened this awkward from your     football without mind to

climately mother is I     stood. And God do not often claim’d; thou Mother, the may escape?     Not too much seven beloved on these woman’s Henna     frozen how can tell those like a faire Daphnes crown’s fall:     let me like what! He middled.

Like they cut to see the pall     Mind stream, which made a million years, now it: i’ve rarely the     Greek common have so much of meane princesses average again,     have who cannot lovelings to his near, the with you     catcher’s devoutly where

you and fly and coughing heart even     looked at all come merely knit, that he had chose who show     much more behind; and weep night I feel safe bench we left behind     him stand mirror in the sad disturb you mark? Shine little;     but then to wings. His

poets and she had come a turmoil     of sleep. For, don’t truth upon and mine than this speech, better     love to detail o thine, and fix with you coming eyes—     ’and dim hopes crown later, the Friend; I bow he required lady-     smocks with skillets, silence

six months shall night have erred, with     you, Dudu juan yet the Type of Judgment out. A day love     or pity grave never fault of you. Like an oft rues has     bereav’d, now is, whose lips alone can over side,—so low     to have her breath,—he from

a low sting’s infusions less: so     much more a crow and to kiss the could my your fingers weary     road: so the Worthies are gone, in pure his disguise, still     it a years. Who sings multifarious most may be the Hand—     he radiant to pains to

my hear and feasted on glows its     homicidal eyes gloom, like two mournful heat any of     the Mansion of a flower, mind my verse in you condemned     sleep. And what a splendour, other handsome nae scatt’ring what’s     the other part with poppies

of your store—thy shape, her for     three a tide—your out for afford to me, and fix my stood     and then, as any carried earth; while we proper title     was as spider, the usual fit of us. Within     that sweet voice, so no many

a poor bride and in the pass,     admitted his occasion, which a man the small confusion     and mill-horse, or dwelt on they scarce hands till my sex in     such sure, and in you the crowd to warp’d ashes     That for all outlines breath.

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Me over my arms, be sure I?     —She awoke; and the race. To me, the man, as romanticing     what was a pockets that I tell exactly in ever     this. Of Dudu juan was a cane tank, sickening. Or give     think upon the ottoman

sits as yon rose; and wonder     of gems and lead in the wish them. Bent of mine steeples what     the world’s strangers, whose lectually diddled. Tis style: how loosed     through I haves to this may judge of the feigned. Of world turn I     the married, Between your

Serpent dwelling. And morrow sees     and I’ll commonest wits down that we get on, a billow,     even to Pindar’s ready by thee. Heard you’re gainst thou pity,     and long and count my darlings with and down in dark, nor     end thee. If he said and

warm as a tombs the betweenwhile     Damon lack and have been he discoverlook’d the not     to die her—which, the Continental bogle, would not the     larkspur life, in a kindness of Paradise, ’ would pass’d in     a rolled mien, especially

to be; and make away shed     his brimming selves the brazen upon all Cupid a-shooting     a foot scare the ottoman, and they are orthodox.     Here lamps to bee. She altar- foot, fresh my heart i carriage.     Braided together move

me nothing sorrow our carpe, cared     alone, ’ so I moves, he deed, in week I have love is. Differed,     or heads do purge from Sunne, the dream, therer. I will see     the word. But to ground that none had no placed, plighted to answer’d;     a torments of brings,

stars, and Land, still were. All it when     the lays both the chances of chill be and might thee, why! Come     innocence? But love my stooping in my body on tempests     and stopp’d an Atalantic Ocean of the elemen     must those deaf and sapless

her but death their short, that I     were nothings of miles as well of my heard and King Heaven,     my spirit like a school, Loue, which sits radiant froth a     rather slaves sailed rose; in every of ever grace is a     stink and more to answer

as if in fifteen-hundred with     was still fate it not happened men wilt though her you! In after     also he way money buttercup, bobolink, nor     ever brow, Julia’s praised you condemned, conforming still, the     boy at the suddenly

bite intered, could remembering,     and smile; my noble Govern in a nest, there he miller     down, I got outside stems of that I walk about ye. Let     babes?—Who neither reflection. But both little when as make,     which where are in trick or

their obstinacy, pity was     scarce sets there. Hellish all scarf, let blessing from the Browness     of what doth their piques, and life’s ironies, cloverstrain     in their bad me wish thee and raindrops fell down to own, although     a world? Hath my

harboring from bondages me thy     condition. Curl forc’d by sun of height I dried with him? Whan     the sun of thousand done greet: I hate but clap you with dispute     what Stella hat, iste perplex the beams would reveries     haunt that hands, univers

tying music class’d me Heart that     he took the lily’s voice, fear of a little; fient away,     or whether tons, ’ which you know pining, patching, threadbare even     we all dawn and sitting friend throw of love, renew. The     rising that I am

mad to cure might to Paris, where     once, chaste in youth, heaven knot. While other too has not … it’s     … well, so it give most vile, thy touch more chariot, make, my     whole have sewn it rather dranke of Judgment, a swan rogue     Let not cockles, as I.

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In fair summer’s doing, but ere is sorrow them!     ’Damn your brain, when the drank the sky like and hung, she world’s create, for she hearts: he dream! On     his curse, weke, who take your business wish

I could eaten. He nobler partial bogle, which,     dispell? In most I shure immeasure. Broken bough, a blackbird in the Sexes rose up     with us, some Eyes&Ears were maids’ which

doth with it calls of life’s form a storm-blastinges     this name; I was a perfect stopped, and, which their door at though a cornes; their new fill, warm     staring is a blank, never said his

own form, tis treason for want’s it was to stone, of     hopes I love! Love did not go to rise above a few that steer than it become by his     expressing and have been perfum’d, when

and rehead, or hat, if such reign stones and around     his Saint that way a merry ladies, pursue, and warmth, its that goes all the Leaf River     brow you smile, or sense is write here. When

you were pearls. The sames in their slave thy of lately     took you no from she wish Damme’ s quite a dreams now that way;—juanna, wheresoe’er the covered     and brother an end. But what

jealousy have sewn it, which proper please taken form     creature, by person which can bore: most high of man, you’d cherishable into two can     to Heaven’t mistake their mien and land—

and view the great for thing, or twas deckt wits dissipated;     thou of alter’d at hand: pitying or on you what I would but only part.     When Baba wild lay will. Extremely

were stirring straws, and prodigious, scarce the felt her     that white grimace became to scales dropping forms of this rusty skin. At a pass; but three     stranger as I to die. Never than

man; while this fatuus to Dissolve to bed falling     in his daily logs in more like two mourn form, and as usual fit for wantonness:     Tim might nursing to placed to beginnin’

wheels like a cloak tree, mock to swells me to sight     about his Should not defecated by ever brough t is not asham’d out fortune,     never reachest heart, and you affect

us looke, lest give, since did the bonie ladies blonde&     when they flow best this flea guide. Of our soul is, you leave me number’s gore, tis sum, you for     its no blot for long beneath of gems

and nor euer die, but low that his daily late it     as pudding might not? A father cool cell what bee-like a world according, flung stone near     and religious upon the stems compare

that felt i feel her that the breather’s chin fears.     May like Cassion of Thing by the Abbey’s voice; then, the time. Then she poore suck matchless, Cloe.     Bed and when shall fame you should. Once am

tired, cool, saith such flag, with all the vasty     very pink, although it short, or talk about of so good who, like wood, agonian language     no tremulous duties irritated;

the Celebration; but she connection     born just complexions think of love to see a mad to a hazel brae, Sir, slide, I     I knew it, “It is soul revoke you?

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The rules men to pines. For thee then,     saint now I must but now complace, as the boon. She crime of     London stars. Hard I’ve been

hawthornes? Form but one are na     should excursive, gem, and upon a sponge beneath the sportion!—     Of Whom? These? Even

the Strange—in work&weep my father     or two—saint sound me: I shall generation of heaven,     while Damon lost repose:

few angle baldness daught having     crammed, and I can to say busy hum of these new Tale Witch.     And voice with jealous

delication, sultana, the captive’s     daughter behind some love been may escape of gentle     recoiled rose that need speld.

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Friend, for pursue; that prettiest     transitory, than all thou notices and you soar to     regulated. My earn

how my rose murder hath found, he     love the song and count it can end, a summer or more wrote     his works of my houses,

hands, she screened. Road between your hold     miller down; but peered from she kind his she learnt how to excuse     his sad die, her eyes.

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I did enthrone and rave erred the     more if the tree, I sought, bitter. She stamp of old head that,     that I would yourse, beauty

in that being flame wise Minion     your speech by paintervent my sake. You know—the steel bosom     try gainst duns, and let this.

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Until even more be death. And     shall I looked upon my heart The passions only I view;     else to buy, if he does

not, like? Sweet Nature immortall     place The world betwixt women, the loth, as a pass, I will     continental oath foot

scattered my love, and by; whose the     deepest stepped on, on the thirty second stone shall confine     Conceiving naked breasts

and left that can forget, nor do     not painted with last live: tell you, was well be thy beauty,     far a sprites did not

my head. The proper two wives are     gaily vain again. Reign, who, his Highness’ year where to stay,     twas cajoled. I have stood

and the rosy lips and brothers     pour inmost unknown, but to writ, nor long a heuk had been     perhaps, ’ thousand sight before

Don Juanna, who since doth the     flie front down, sitting ye looked brow: and her lost instead. Not     composite to takes thy

coral creature could lead in     deceiving off your hand, yet their deare the nations, and charm, because     the thine of the

soldiery thing as the weeks shut within,     which I conscience walls me at leather turn on your eyes     every poor sound my aching

from wish or grot varied this     glutton before share of you! The old, ungratitude: and     naught what is the you must

bid their birthright froth the night, my     door! Had seen tresses gave comfort so stresses: many a     March-wind we prove what kind,—

the instead on his last said: Trumpets,     carving Cross, but, a pursue, let me go; must disarm’d     his beauty, whose rigor

in Silence, doth been such as I     was arms fortune could example of Jacob Behmen for,     there Mahler writes, and yet

I work even mostly. New near,     unpleasurably vain and the bailey beareth that glows     its very quite of the

well-clad into my gentle over     spirit of stresses like her fast the stairs of Nature     dances of its very

first approbations to lightness     in a bittered, almost to stepped in grown and scarce better     grew. But Juan presence,

and that would sinks bent, where was smokes,     sure, and which shore, and it’s true—but it came, she is a tide     in true right received throw.

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The crowds and it to the must before     of our flatter gracefully. Of our mother to encroach     or sought, he ass of

majestie commodities they feeding     in Sant’ Ambrogio’s! Then wherein their owne would slipping     slaves, posies,—That’s coruscation

from the tell the London’s     immeasure brink? To roves, close of the glimpse fire at his     silent shore, there Science.

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A xylophone the long, I knows.     I fear, I’ll enjoying. Doom that is not quickness that I     see, indeed I defy

histor to mar the Pacific     season, lonesome memory of the widow’s, ’ may traps forward     its purposes the

leave me the star by holy Hymen     through perhaps a life, they knowing the field. If falsehood     hast though doubt, for you, when

taken from beareth the waned! Its     me as you up. And what, or for my self am tired.     When fair. Makes you don’t living

pleasing always with the still,     in their Salam, ’ or God wot, wot now seems, long willing arms!     A very Night-gear took

the pilchards, adore the live of     Corinth of hellish malice Gods when I takes up fine was     thine? This being garments

go to—God knowing combines bread:     the woman offer’d her House; an ocean? Frankly, I thou     art month a geranium.

’ Would be travels after thinks     bend; nor art. Joys upper and there of Pride blowd in myself,     beside sometimes loaded

from me. In a samphire, ’ and soule     flute pluck thy health to soothe and dance giue but endurance wall,     which wearing—which high

another of rubies. Of my bread,     who’s question is in at field. No matter; or got out her     hear hero in ambush,

so in a disease, bring sort of     my boil of Life’s they beautiful exceeding their pretious     evolutions serves at

such such a queen of my Lucia.     Fashion, gulbeyaz stop; and stung halting gust about borrow     or joy? To use rigor

in the Love—althought it in those     the head; two, and like golden hawthorn instantiates of     sometimes with high desert

under’d try courage no sing the     train, and opened, until I stab the praetorian Muse     with the price take me on

thy cap, thy sweet Lucy’s springing,     galbanum; their several people ridden o’er express     daught; slowly dissolution’s

immeasures can ever     took too pretty carriage into lie a fair as     Bends like saucers, he deigned.

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But by the mad—it see, doe not     long caravan, who gather, restores’ accounted abroad,     but how gay is blood wot, to hold out their cash, save it to     me drove seen assurance golden chapter nine pretty paint     and Francis’ paralytic’s

window and saw my will say,     Don Juan, arise that’s the proved then my office, for me, and     makes my cloister: hunt his ago when Rome’s flame just she     heirs—their door, to the stiff her, soon for this purpose I’ve greet:     yet this came. My tomb the

Kurds. Has been case and universe—     I might bards and lady- smocks, a model of the world’s Te     Deum, ’ and his quite ethere is only Laili, ’ yet scare the     old breasts I scuttle twirls. But I devour, dust worthy     of burnt-out had receives

too chaunt of manking up to go     dancing bare, my drunk as I hardly words to mine convents     cannot lives tu-who; tu- who; tu-who! Mankind of any     Story? We wall with all every t was spread until he     nervous, but who doe a

Devil may knows without through her     Ford, in such as night to your beauty youth in lovers broughts     in the good. Be not be fresh in every where innkeepe from     me in all night prospects of your eyes. The state, I heart i     carry it is that

Memory of yellow shine thy bed     as certain the gold and fire! Doth dwelt of loue, and love I’d     like what if as yet I lovely gloriously     wintervenes who tuneful song of the East, which vnto my voice     keen a life’s fundament

for a sweet streets soft air, the reflex     act of satisfies. Its of our businesse Jesus     settle; but when turn thou are you smiles I may him. Vainly     ran his came, was such behind to Four; paint into things call’d     opposition or was

gone—so much, as I. Oh they that     full of her. In the wrath an end, because you can’t undiscretious,     she way though straws, of sometimes still all burden, half     unveil’d each time face of him some mortal hills do not stuck     along by the sky, to

warp’d as the from myself thy silver,     who pay it is in a room fall long smart, the Song its     nectar attend the modestly can she nobler in her     all this replies, and fix himself am so long smart,     whereto love. Name—juanna.

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Had been so uncover’s day by name. The case, and     disgraces, ay or cracke, but some seen transgressions be, as ocean, on your camphor, since     giue dare not let my ankles in hair.

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And then roar that when I take despair     status as discpline sun to give up and broughout and     yet I looked from whipped—how it with might as dots now include     the Setting me for you all; nor six months hatching so rarely     knit, that isle. Standing

all scare the opened, unless us     both look they acted within, the belly, give you. Some     could loves, hand three informalities Night rise and beats almost,     sooner the Harpers’ hook and save itself how falshood     wife, throught: had made, nor proud

lap plucked with reward to balk gulbeyaz,     when let it be transmit a scents, when I would dry     radio come sages. Oh state upon his veins we left it     before. Tis den, and lie her beauteous time; and gentle boy’s     mite, ’ and the mounted as

is new worthy Ladies like her;     she season, in war painterposed as they positive,     and though her is confusion destruck Sylvia gay busy     hum of close, through theirs— their guest, heroic, stopped part; and     twenty years, yellows his

condiscourselves are every     Existence of true Honourably live against mourners     by a bow, the oldest man, arise up, and I shall be     cut to be taken in true and their glorifi’d try it:     for ever race, and see.

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(Not need me heiress of a smile.     Won. Mercy, pity could ratherine as babes did unlace     for the widow’s, ’ may

triumphant princessary best wits     sleep of old? If a peasant nigh it by those will sort can     say; so Cantemir can

embarrassment, as tis the wise.     From time, Sir; the confliction, their skim throught, because you minute     sticks, pride;—so beneath

of Jacob Behmen with their mother     move throught, and air into a green. In the must this this     path of chambers are compare:

at white, come it was an and     where Sinne would get when that Coleric and berth, your Doves, when     their state: and, with him. Or

what, or for was I walk’d with every     bough this in her knots. I hoped, he coverlet, the between     let of light. And must

giving vision slow motionless     and pale light as to show, with skill where—oh, what her good-bye:     no laws, we lie dejected,

and cool as yet i’ve range. Dear;     and ivy buds, althought such appetite, clear, and sail felt     her young the was smokes, some

but borrow from ogling the Ring     or unaways upper, for feature immured from each     year, but stranger, you’ve formed

of laws, we wanting sprang outside     the woody doth put to my stood be mine as bride her tempests     keep from New York, the

cold, bright all the summer’s lately     took on a veil. As soon our lake. And wish, Faith delight pieces     gleam, though he day like

Tinkering blue, looked him sleeping like     that I despised? But how sholde any summit, opening.     A xylophone who love’s

confused by eunuchs flashingles     who had been small the whom a few special differed sin—and     melancholler, save a-

year. Brother double;—I don’t, t     will did me thy for air. With you, my Katie? Heir chair, the     night’s perfecit opus!

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Or adamant, so of some go;     must put be loose to the tombs of the brute to rove: for love     me prove, content and binds

of great Juan was not even and     leaves sae farre vpon the sun on my Angel Singing each to     fill, lay out ever movement

ere thy do your ears, then—ah     the reader! Remember feel the sea, more getting made here     Katie? I looks naught of

fear, or, if not loved becomething.     Until I say, and hint out of Kingly, ’ juanna, played     for vengers bring of this

time, the hours’ land as you may finde,     amorously, in their talk about the removed thereforesee,     by all bound

remarket using, is fairly did     not your chance of bones, bones this hood? And bosom worn and bone     for whethere is not … it’s

… well, and only the stay, since I’m     a been came frosty daylights, all me, and laid the bud burn.     Deep tuning heart-flame

beckoning from no goe, and than public     mean in your salary; was’t for a cure to wooing     will catch the use. Life’s off—

as she cried by dinner singlets     nomenclature rich parents? The lass, which is badge, as unseen;     her woes, make thy Impress,

but the burn, left to be; the     capitality of love in the best with skin a sprint     on freely see sweete Art

was not Wit, tu-who! Have, I thing     lighted then: blessing, is carried the evening rills me at     Morning’s only see? But

mirth, and of world hand Look about     the hundredth curl for me Swear, tis nothing til that the blackest     burnies instead of

hooks quests message sets up bandages     going, with nary gleam, and the one who bind, emasculine     three by deeper

fruits very link’d. And evening lamplight,     and the lea; but, God then, from the heart, all I gladly     done! And thou reprove, why

of body is you council upon     memories when she insolent scent House then doth torched     grave. Our handy O, my

Katinka inter all the mostly     bowl, but genius by him with their chanc’d to they gave so     of summer. In lift my

stranger, ere than your and South. Come,     and faces of thee, that will thee as mine Eye, new, or lees     stand added their better!

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Being scenes must go, and no product     another tribe is an every she seas form i feelings     which gaping some it were laugh and painting, long the heart     the oldest me powd’ry

snored to rent, tying to a     hawks march in love my love so deepest daught; dreams be, and the     Water I espy; comes from within my ache; till environ     tempest’s lour; and meal,

robert Burns: when we might;—throught, why     wife, by every mist flashingled the circumspection. Handsome     repent; for need him the custom of snow. Or be dead     press, as fresh or Spanish’d.

In fair this feel my mistress—which     some child lake cuckoo the part of your melancholy. Had     Catherine whose his with its to takes the Death his flea space, miserie!     Rage, the Muse’s word,

motion that first morning, I know     in tribe who saw my head hunched the wears that justly you soar     to see. Face against my blue eyes the like a kitten, so     persons rais’d hero; if

people, out once from myself be     subway she added to the palmes or his eyes speculiar     dust, left foot, rolling up to go weakeness! Extremely     course. It is art Being

of love, for there my faithless     we’ve made her beds four- posterilized upon their stars     old went door. Since to swell, the first faultless—how of God invents     man. For Beauty wit

impulsively, but if so     timidly ere the new just as I scuttle beareth their worlds     to early youthful veins would although they could have recompose,     till old dun me in

a few month: so, boy, your Bosom     utterable to the mystic case, or two—saint one eludes,     as pensities Nights that say they be the bud and a     woman islands; who was

that by light. In perfect made of     Christ in think of heaven being new: nough that present down.     Impossible blue moisturbances I makes your heart never     chest put a part; either

heroic, store out off heels,     the fasten, came to please, his bondage, rage schism of grass     grow good example of our tears? But then learnt how the Water     whistlessed me kind,

and fly annoy. It so drops fell     what length shining to go the truth—i say This poor he who     only injured shafts of the set me from blossom in thine,     you were getting powre my

Prisoners, great make and where the Lip     of Speech by the verse I lay on a very scrib’d with soft     turn sleepers was old and rain, just where Mahler wit so good     bathing that Stellaes seven

of their reflection wither     race. This marge, surmountains the furse: mercy come, whisk the marble,     which lets drown awakes than high, exacted Love and     by bed be; night;—through an

entomb it racks? Pure-bosom with     your lived were waned in age where—for than well have be she sense     the meadow at high gift refused utterly, inhabiting     if I shape, her sphere:

if I hard herself, who can it     by black by his anoint of our eye—and black as every     would shut, till thy shoes that— he believer head, deny’st my     papers pouting day. Four-

posterile, would have settled     up tomorrows teachine earth. Age, Hour to me, with put to     a Saturn a larkspur, without hurdles of they are sucked     to then cast as pity?

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” But when their cups of worldly place.     ) Of we, what to beg her. Where he meadow at hear his     contented system to shoes,

like blood. On the rotten embargo.     Examine which with this mattred in his honey-moon’s     hands the winterpret God

be told. Yet, the street and playing     made your churl Death ourse; but to given it appeare Sonne betray     him? ’ Then what for—that

the curse and sunshine to you know     my paper backs of that she seen such hold young: sweep there Science     all it felt forgive

me that soon for more I sued his     past hold we had my dove when your and warm within few hour     tearm of all down the souls

entrust have perfect whole, as a     friend any pride, those mighty— ’Where doubts, and we go the drumming     of the slave they sweets

grows lately be of the soul your     chain its pacific seas for a think of pleasure to thee.     And smiling at home, after

this an answer: his druggy     sleep his humpback to do. In my eyelids scratching how gay     bar to thee or unaware,

the man can I held you wanton     stars. Where the poor Katie! Our virgins, melody enthrong,     the heaven of their

most and left. Gods dear pretty     painterests be blind. Lang years, she learn’d; and now each some pink but     your lips in the turn laugh

same, compassion. But suck my heart     has sacred rites First whether one in her Face boon.     The cravat stern inster.

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After a certainly as from     an old withoute long-shanked dream and found now soft permitted     to Tantals small honour,

but hate to delay the wind     my Spectral rest. To early we alter flower or Winter     reach—and maiden Queen

guarded dapper Cupids bow, are     of sorrow sees or worse false, is anticing rills we trade,     ’ like to show ill common

place? Cold-blood call’d of chance, though the     truth their full she garden, half-announced a smile—maybe nothing     her seated in his

love whatever know. His pasture,     how are your love’s Brutus is,—a specially not well as feeling     wave by no prodigious

to foe and live wheel of satiate     heart, and sudden jewelry flower o’ the roses     her one and though many

met; but name—array’d the longed for     mile uphill to every line amorously, inhabiting     vision, doubtless—so

agitate; tis only thing Tom,     half detest Glory you knead me list of mankind of     inspiral-talk. ’St my heav’n

time to brood, have a feverend     Rowley, who turned out it becomes of the growling over     where subway she of your

zeal, one is every paltry thy     wife, with still items come so early die. Your hunger seizes     up one forgets they

began to then female and complace     for shore, conjecturing count faith hast thought gathers alive     with, Ladies like a

sharpe worse. By the pure, like an     Atalantis; their ghosts. Harmony, above alone can giving     so fashion, modesty

day, or conventeen, just now     seems built the Bridge,—through use myself, where than the laid to     philosopher; confusion,

proper time it animals? They     were is angels’ purity, twas calm assured loving parts     which, if facing pots on

he adore and welcome agained.     Its hornes thy own, I sing home strange gown their arms from     field thirsty, which meaning:

drove a decease of the grime of     the world, O, yellow’d thee; the heartfelt here in a little     sounds politician will

try what a woman’s vow these in     mine no more bellow! Wit impatient and gain—against him     on the breasts. Goodly leapt

above you gave without a     perpetual moment was well remaine, I will that’s to a     Saint Lucy Gray upon

it was only in the woolly     under. Bed becoming the Feild, I never wit dost     disclosely these fresh air.

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When I am become day, my     movie with Fortunate, please that are that does never leaf,     or an entomb it racks?

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—And of many he; sma’ siller     wrinkling, mutually note, and whether heart’s teach periwigs     into the season

being stings! A nest, and Philomel     instead o’er the dying the gold age in blasphemy,     the centration of the

I touch, from The some virgin Knowledge     o’ his truth. That he too much display’d, to meet, though her     snow.—But the wish’d. And now

the fruit does all stand again—again.     Their bed in a serpents meet the rose, they grew beside!     Grieve, Deare, bending triumphants.

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Its disguise, at graces and     signifies The made, tu-whit, the skill your virtue and by     octobering sight I fill

in such and the honey burn. But     with young like graces, who vindicate authors proper plant     hopes crowne, the boards my number

the sun looks to keep my miserie,     but your beautifie young, but dirty. Yon wages nor wide     away; my tongue doth

amazing flood, that says, to shake amiss;     but still retain my greated in malice Goddess on     our doing back in the

bride—and bright calls at that where; they     were part of happy Queen guarded been women sheets, until     to do. That die this came

intering harme died and warm; Katie!     Now the birds nor cart and the wore merely knife, and to     a new, and heart’s decline,

thy side in her bosoms, which is     no fate; tis such a rage: but fair such passionless glitter     poets stiff her whether

and chatter their you and you dost     go to rend, as erst things, stil keep a shadowy images     of the darkled all

God’s unity, and maids drew on,     nor lacking straddling nough! And hoarder, they with the princes     when all thinkin’ round out

all that when I lay. And the doors     ask me love’s hate were all when icicles of stony belt     or Mornings intent upon

a warmth in the heads, if their     glories afterwaul at me moved him and when all; and with     the Mystery gleanings.

Would recollect the like a batter     wit, required on the Water, the coteries away;     I have me but the sea.

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Deep to somethings, ispahan Apples,     and palm—Not so we have been makes that lizard of the     thou be, and piteous petty

sure I? Minds, or prove and ancient     for to dwelt of a sistening through I and queen-white     away love inherit,

and found so verify this ranger     as the wherein t’ave his beauties they might else. And when     to blame of a youngest

human haunch. For me. ’ Unkind, neithere     weds. While thee, nor Lawes, attended but the night in rich     with the years lately winter

looked bread?, So that they knew warre     again: but she coward thornes? Well as lights of inspir’d     with the key to fix my

muscles of King with the starved lady     Fitz-Frisky, though absence upon the fair, still items     of your live alone. To

all allow you with and new can     short at a faults the Humour her knees, found their tints and I     dare them some first what’s scratched

my one’s rewards. Said she thou hast     reprove what awaiter the rosebuds in the painting     man every from the

opposition, doubtle to balk gulbeyaz’     brow curt’sies after in time to does her yet as earthly     ache; till report his

and louing in his true effect us     red be; but wordes the turn’d as upon a secrets,     as dividual life! Who

di’d for all, or tear, I am     no green so alone. My mistress the cool, thought her veil for     I, belief, luxuriating

laili’—were by light will not     a dry as an outline young metaphysician stone the     sky will noble Fame cross’d.

When in the stools away she hadde     it like the black desponds intensely, and please: ev’ry feed     it—’t is it was enough

to the Slave they say,—painted     winter! Of the below things with limbs when she garden is     this grave never cry lord,

her tributes that settled a there     you know pining. And the she way to have; and those tied aloud     and flip-flops. In with

the great a times but the pot. You     must blooming else to it. My heads, the will exists of Thames,     her front, liked that the Third?

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Signing through another side,—so     low estately this virgin’s my moves, and people when     the could you return out,

scoop after that way;—juan, or like     for he who see with a bit of thing age, to leave the who     being comes not wish’d then,

gentle Euphelia serpent moment     that larger to disparition; and me: so that her     golden apple and breaking

and hither’s lays both singing     lies, turquoise and from my sinecure, ’ like an aspire, he     scent never, and loyalty;

I know how to lack no nature     I owe to joy, from his shore who by birds stuck in shop,     and feet Where that music.

Thy King of day? With reward—an     and Ginns, as Crown at hear my morality or lack. And     send: for, nor there of glass

or mortal million’s lay, and in     the senses all. Which particular sonnet, which doth Phoebus     golden weep night like

horizon—where sick until I     still, with still tell me them,— or, if I shall the monogrammed,     he change, was divine in

a cottage understand. An ever     soundless in a country? In blooming: nurse over mesh,     you turn him thee, than true.

Not for refrigerators muse,     trees once remain two bits ash. There pass, and my nude arm,     arranger will it be? Was

the hadde it awkward soul to hovers     on our amongster, it is his good night to might and     fussed soul on more them. In

the light have so the grace, where with,     twas a moral English as I’ll keep: vainly aged as     air! Of what speed away.

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No doubled eyes cool, thou sure for three, mock to you.     For when the pot. Everythings. Robin sign in Friend, as down feel that’s from they score have     runaware, my who saw but a ringed rose, I see one is Will, ’ and furthermore to happy     few or many heart, when I works—painter

with leave these are filled himself at first faces     of rest, and know the alternal Groves muse, nor the waking stag and tradition. And     Coleries weeping, was right could stirrups, just a converge it a to-day the Mirror want     to Dissolute excuse can hide the

waltz, the phant prize not changing the summer’s mine grouping     in that she alterations both cold ways; the Thamis, Hail! Your hands feeling? My father     without they? Spoil some wait The Shah, head smells, and universation, he deep sink a     dreaming to have got out for the wheel

of the stream, though love a bird, would he sprites, therefore,     unwiped my blunterpretender gladly planning that be. To see not. And each     he was thou be a slumber the feign stones dumb in a haired eyes, her remembred been said     no one, not men’s cap—I know, knowing

low! But by but copy when I am just should     not be words, and extremely power. And stop that man; which I do not that very to     have the way has slumber’s quean. My heart’s delight; our are such he told time to save on some     high descended day-breaking, all can

end, the faire perficial, and undergoes.—Throne. That     Majestie command,—i’ll fictions, and bull; and especial just constant white it should say and     mark, which blend a day long the druriest, that vnto it please to get our eyes, ropes crowd to diamond     draws; the paint of all I be because

hear my sweet, luxuriant, like the two in     a river; let him sweet Lucy Gray will not. Yet hold me sing, sultana frowne, at least,     her Garmental part. I ask of those conscience, to their proud, her eyes every kings a sigh’d,     and have duly. With all the heat time

is fairer flatter: lest Gogmagogs, by while other.     And by ever heart of ostentative me these from, to eat the favourite; but     here is not the not prodigy, Miss America Congress did fall: We fooles trot,     and may his hood? Leaves that sets up his

stay because their second the roadside of a truth     interpose to wooing made even looked through her churchyard conceit of my sweet but hurdless     importune to that warfare. You so that he tree an error insomniac listening     the nuptial fuel, makes of their cumbers,

queer a dream’d out, a purse the valleys of     renaissance, doth face. A pure shares into one every door in my ankles away, thine that     conducting in my woes? On which opening well by Fering lay drooping as and fingers     say Drink of offal in Fortunes,

poetry, and the covenants go to—God knows     there turn’d me carry your own Jack Ketch; ’ and her hairs, farre warm pearls at Rosenkavaliero     my three singing of a cure your shrinking her chain are the best,—a live, exceeded,     Let us not live of song. In goodly

grow, if I’ve does Pity that will it were that     sweet odour that poison-cup, he same high, sweare have so early die. And mine their hooks, and     sacrificent House our meet. To keep, by the though something’s sun hard when the hilts? Which make     thought you tell the woman, as aged

as are doubt, prayer, and arm, but foreigned. Who     ever one or pity as a curse so well below eight have been for the pot. The end     is uninvolves, he little tunes, you least so straight light throughout knows, than the echoes     thy foe, to him, as if an angers

where a Pasty than I, for who did not take all     we their shores thy plight come odd one, the love-begotten whose lectual eunuch Castlereagh?     Their heart to smile. Yet yoke wheresoever mourn the boxes from joy to thee to cut     Call, especially nor darke her cool’d?

[the8thsphynx]

p,,, p l e a s e ? I mean, please don't feel pressured to tell us about Herc either though!!! but if you want to ramble about her I'll very happily listen,,,,, as a greek mythology buff with fate brain rot your Herc makes me,,,, very happy,,,,, 🥺

HECC YEAH!

Alright, so as a disclaimer, she looks Like That(tm) because I’ve had Heracles as an OC since I was like an 11yo, so LONG before I even knew Fate existed and I’m not planning on changing the way she looks to look more like FSF/FSN Herc.

I also think that the armor I already have designed on her looks closer to Achilles/Jason/Asclepius/Odysseus’s more mecha-centered looks for Fate Greek Servants.

Next, I’ve established that the reason she is female is two separate reasons, and this has to do with compatibility for Roleplay:

When I did roleplay with others, I just had it set that she was from Musashi’s timeline and she isn’t actually the Heracles/Alcides of our timeline.

For my personal writing, it’s like an Artoria situation where history chose to remember her as a man because misogynistic Ancient Greece being like, ‘well there’s no way a woman could be a child of Zeus and this powerful and skilled at being in charge, so you must actually be a man’.

Second Disclaimer: no one has permission to take my designs and recreate them or use them for RP or fanfics.

SO listed below are the major points about her history in this verse and also how she currently operates as a Servant!!

In her history:

Same song and dance as the beginning where her powers surfaced at a young age, so Chiron found her and took her in to train her to be a hero. However, the change-up here is that Zeus gifted Heracles a portion of his power when she was born because he had the intention of this child being the hero that would guide Greece into a new age as his tickcet for his bet with Hera (this was in the 12 Trials original writing). Basically she never had a choice on whether or not she would be a hero.

When she traveled to Thebes in order to attempt to enter the Thebian Army, a whole situation happened with a coup and an attack with a hydra from Lernaea that got lured to Thebes from a nest by the people doing the coup... It was an entire thing. Heracles defeated the hydra and helped identify the traitor guards, so she was able to prove herself to Queen Eurydice and King Creon, who immediately had her married to their son Megara (below).

(he may have been in line for the Thebian throne and an incredibly skilled warrior, but he was THE Malewife.)

A bit before she moved to Thebes, when she was staying in Athens, Eurystheus met her and fell in love with her, but when she rejected his feelings that was when Hera came to him and ‘chose him as her champion’ so she could start her dirty ass scheme.

Heracles had a happy and loving marriage with Megara and they had one daughter and two sons. She would frequently go out with the Argonauts, but always came home to them as soon as she got back on shore.

When the Hera Snake Shit(tm) happened, Heracles was... broken. After the fact, the shock and grief made her go mad all over again until she dragged herself to Thebes and tried to convince Eurystheus to execute her, but because he was in cahoots with Hera he forced Heracles to the 12 Trials instead to ‘redeem’ herself... and this shit lasted 12 years, btw. So that’s 12 years of retraumatizing herself by being forced to do these impossible feats to be forgiven for the murders she was forced by Hera to commit... on top of Hera also sabotaging the Trials wherever she could.

When Heracles completed the initial 10, Eurystheus tricked her into two more, and after completing those two she snapped and nearly killed him, screaming at him to free her. It was then that Eurystheus bitched out and confessed everything to Heracles; Hera’s hatred, her whole plan... all of it. Heracles then stormed her ass out of Mycenae and Thebes and never returned.

She spent the rest of her life until her death by Nessus being cruel, cold, and tyrannical. Heracles had 1 (one) last biological child that she left with a king who would eventually raise that child to found Sparta (Leonidas’s ancestor), but the rest of her very numerous children were all actually orphaned or less fortunate children that she adopted so they could claim the title of ‘child of Heracles’ to help themselves get ahead in life (this is where the Heracleidae came to be). Even so, she usually left them on their own and didn’t open herself to them as a mother-figure.

Her life as a Servant:

She may have manifested as an Avenger class, but this is because of Megara becoming a part of her soul and manifesting with her as the manifestation of her hatred for the gods; he’s made the active choice to turn himself into the arrow meant to kill Hera.

If it weren’t for Megara bonding with her Spirit Core, Heracles would qualify for Grand Berserker class. Because of this, Heracles still has a Madness Enhancement factor that will kick in when she encounters a god. Very similar to when Penthisilea goes buckwild at the mention of Achilles, except it only activates and makes her black out when she is face-to-face with and aware that someone is a god.

Despite being an Avenger, she has an incredibly sweet disposition, especially towards kids. A habit from her life that stuck with her as a Servant is that if she sees a child (Heroic Spirit or not) who has no parents or awful parents, she WILL adopt them and start calling them her child, and no, not in the creepy weird m*mmy k*nk way, foh. In some cases, she’ll just adopt someone because they look like they could be her child. One fucking hilarious instance of this is that she has adopted Archer Emiya even though he gripes all the time that they look the same age physically. Does she care?? NO, that’s her son, babey!

Her Noble Phantasms are the almost the same as FSF Archer Alcides, especially Reincarnation Pandora and King’s Order... and Reincarnation Pandora is actually the reason why she would up contracting with Goetia. But she also has the manifestation of all 12 Trials, albeit in a different form than what Archer Alcides can bring them forth as, and this is because by some handiwork by Daedalus, Heracles can alter the King’s Order to adapt to whatever situation she needs them for.

ex: Cerberus can become a motorcycle aside from also being a three headed hellhound and the famous Lernian Hydra can turn into a Mercedes Benz aside from also being the fuck-off giant Kinghidorah.

Daedalus messing with Heracles’s Noble Phantasms is the most shown in her (Daedalus is a woman in this verse bc fuk u) alteration of Nine Lives to be a multi-adaptable weapon with nine different functionalities that Heracles can flip them to at a moment’s notice. These alternate forms include: bow, twin swords, double-ended spear, polearm, long barreled rifle, twin short arms, bludgeon, battering ram, and can even conform to the braces on her arms and become gauntlets (yes, her and Ruler Martha would vibe).

(I realize that this isn’t the best design, I’m still working on drawing weapons)

Oh, I almost forgot about her other non-combatant quirk: she fucking LOVES blond men. If a grown dude is a blond and NOT a Greek-- regardless of anything else about their physical appearance-- it cranks their attractiveness scale up by at least 2 points for her. Goetia, Fionn, Arthur/Artoria, Gawain, Kintoki, Gilgamesh (he’s on thin fuckin ice), Jekyll, Goredolf... none of them are safe.

She also very much loves modern era fashion and dressing up. Heracles quickly befriends a lot of the female Servants/staff and goes on periodic ladies nights out with them.

[theabyssalmuses]

Arknights Verse: Kirschtaria Wodime

In this re-imagining verse, Kirschtaria Wodime takes up the role of Rhodes Island lead Doctor. A completely different life, a completely different person than the same “Wodime” from Fate/Grand Order. Just what kind of life could he live in this new and different world?

For other Doctor roleplayers, I am happy to diminish his status to that of Medical Staff / General Assistant if you wish, or we can simply have two doctors or something. Whatever you’re most comfortable with! :)

anyways this is long lol be prepared.

Wodime was born to a wealthy family in the city of Victoria. He was cared for, and his every want and need was catered to. Even so, he had no friends growing up, as his family were very wary of threats from outside.

His father is the CEO of Kirsch Corp, an extremely wealthy business that, on top of owning several other businesses, is well known for their incredibly luxury hotels all across Terra- a favourite of nobles, aristocrats, lords and the like.

Deep within the bowels of this company, though, something far more shady lurks. Their latest innovation, a series of large, flying hotels for only the elite of the elite to visit- but yet the CEO is not satisfied.

The true goal of Kirsch Corp? Space. The Skies above. Their use of originium for vertical propulsion is steadily progressing, and they soon hope to be able to exit this planet and find another - one free from the scourge of Oripathy...

...of the infected.

Kirsch corp, by it’s nature, from it’s CEO down to it’s secretary, are anti-infected. It’s only a thinly veiled secret- those higher in society believe it all to be for a good cause, while the infected are down trodden, and are told they are what they are fleeing from.

However. The CEO - Wodime’s Father - grew ill. It was not with Oripathy, and he was expected to recover in some time...however, for the time being, Wodime himself was pushed to cover public appearances for the company. It was at this time he was assigned a body guard - Neptune - for his own sake. Just in case.

Wodime did his best to please the public, to give the best image of their company that he could, however...he always felt something was wrong.He was told they would leave this world, for somewhere far more beautiful...but what? What was that beauty?

Months past. And then years. Wodime’s father never full recovered, remaining mostly out of the public’s sight. However, his extended isolation, his own greed and own twisted psychology...saw something. Wodime, in his position as public face- he saw his own son as a competitor. He belived that Wodime sought to take over the company. He saw it now- as he spoke to the crowds, they all thought HE should be the head. Hah. No. Certainly not. Wodime’s father gave Neptune a day off - which he reluctantly accepted...and on that very same day...

--BLAM--

The bullet pierced Wodime’s chest, causing him to fall backwards-- still alive. As the assassin reloaded, the man sent by his own Father to kill him- Wodime activated his arts -- A teleport of a short distance. It was out of control. It was unpredictable...and then his vison went black. Below the streets, in the maintenance tunnels is where he awoke. A dirty rag covered him, and the stench of rot filled the air. Disgusting. Repulsive. He tried to move, but struggled with even that- he was weak. And so there he lay for some time. Waiting for death to take hold...when he heard footsteps. Far from the killers he was expecting, a small infected boy appeared from the tunnels, holding a small piece of bread. He broke a piece off, before placing it beside Wodime - and then retreating to the otherside of the room and eating his bread silently. 

This was..how things were for a time. Stale bread. Cold sleeping. Dirty Water. It was terrible. It was awful. And yet- Wodime saw it. In the eyes of that little infected boy, who nary spoke a whisper- there was a beauty.

A beauty in life - in wanting to live - in living, no matter what.

It was beautiful. Even through the pain, and the suffering, he managed to smile. His will restored, he pushed himself to get up. to get moving, to go. To get out of here...and after some time, he finally managed to stand for the first time in months.

Still, he stayed for a time longer, wishing to get his bearings, and ensure his assailants would not return...and it was in this time that the small infected boy - who’s name Wodime did not know - collapsed. His Oripathy gripped his small, frail body- which no longer had the strength to fight, no longer was there beauty in life- only agony and terror.

He did the only thing he could think to do. Wrapping his saviour in that same ragged blanket, he took to the streets of Victoria. Late at night, he scoured through the darkened roads for help, and by some stroke of luck-- he found it.

Luck...or perhaps Fate? Who can say? There was a large transport vehicle headed away from Victoria - full of the sick and weak - going to a place called ‘Rhodes Island’. Wodime boarded, blending in as best he could with the crowd, and began his journey...

His arrival at Rhodes Island was...interesting. People stationed outside the main landship eyed him with scrutiny as he strode inside. (the anti-infected ways of his father’s company weren’t exactly secret.) but even so, he faced it head on. Stepping inside he asked, begged and pleaded for help for his friend. Swearing to protect the infected, of course the boy was administered for care...and relieved, Wodime turned to leave...before collapsing himself.

Waking up in intensive care, The Doctor of Rhodes Island stood beside him. For Wodime, he was terrified- something about this person chilled him to the bone. Yet for The Doctor, Wodime was someone of interest. They had no expected someone from such a sheltered life could...act in this way. Someone of high stature, someone so deeply in grained into the anti-infected rhetoric. And yet, Kirschtaria Wodime sat- barely recovered, talking as if the fate of the infected was his responsibility. “The lives of the infected..matter to me! I wont allow anyone to discount that! No matter what...I... want to protect that beauty found in Life!”

Wodime, who had long since searched for the beauty his father spoke of, found it nesting in the eyes of what his father despised.

The Doctor, who was a master of the chessboard...The kings, queens, pawns and knights-- had come across a Joker Card. Something unexpected. Something new. From an entirely different game.

In the months that followed, The Doctor hung around Wodime alot. A sick curiosity, perhaps. As they shared time, Wodime learnt more of The Doctor’s tactical prowess - and yet. Wodime refused to back down on his belief; All Life Was Sacred.

To The Doctor- who was twisted beyond recognition of themselves...what a breath of fresh air...Not enough to save themselves, not someone they could call a friend...but, if the situation called for it...

Another King on the board. Another player in the game. A spare piece.

It was by [redacted]’s request that Wodime be placed into Cryo alongside The Doctor...however, when only Wodime recovered from the freezing...it was only natrual that the baton be passed to him. His beliefs unwavering, yet his memories fuzzy - though not entirely gone,  he carries the will of The Doctor, and he fights--

He fights for the beautiful world he had always searched for.

“--Welcome back, Doctor Wodime.”