#she's such a bi disaster good lord
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Shallan: gets distracted by Kaladin's brooding hero vibes during an important meeting, sketches him instead of taking notes
Jasnah: calls her out on it, reminds her she's already got a fiance (who is also Jasnah's cousin), asks her to please do her job and actually take some fucking notes
Shallan: apologizes, then spends the rest of the meeting getting distracted by how hot Jasnah is in a kind of masculine but also feminine way, covers her lapse in attention by literally writing "Dalinar said something important here, you remember it right?" and then actually. Showing that. To Jasnah.
#she's such a bi disaster good lord#as a fellow weird homeschooled art kid who realized I also like women late in life.... relatable#oathbringer spoilers#stormlight archive#this is a shallan stan blog haters are Unwelcome(tm)
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Okay but Bucky being friends with the Space-Based heroes
Carol showing Bucky the Skrull Memory band and letting him use it to recover memories of his family and childhood that he thought HYDRA had well and truly beaten out of him
Mantis using her powers to help Bucky sleep, like she used to with Ego, and her being happy that she can help a good person find some peace this time
Rocket understanding what Bucky has been through better than most. When he's working on the ship or weapons or something Bucky comes and sits with him and he explains what he's doing and why and Bucky is super interested and always asks a ton of questions
Kraglin taking Bucky to Nowhere and showing him around and Bucky being enraptured by it because he's a giant fuckin nerd
Cosmo absolutely loving playing with Bucky, he's also the only one who speaks Russian to her
In a similar vein, Goose absolutely ADORING Bucky and maybe sending one of her kittens with him so we can get Flerkitten!Alpine
Nebula and Bucky talking best practice for prosthetic maintenance, and bonding over the fact they've both lost their sisters, one to old age and one to... *Gestures to IW*, as well as the fact that, like Rocket, she gets what he's been through better than most
Drax and Bucky sparring and Bucky realizing he's one of the few people he can spar with and not worry about hurting
Thor teaching Bucky about the 9 worlds like he did Jane in Thor 1 and Bucky being absolutely fascinated also Bucky is ABSOLUTELY worthy of picking up Mjolnir. He doesn't try because he doesn't think he is, but Thor knows. Just like he did with Steve.
Valkyrie and Bucky being bi disaster squad drinking buddies. They hang out and drink Asgardian mead (Bucky is shocked when it gets him drunk for the first time in 70 years), talking about the people they've lost, doing what they can to keep their memories alive. She lets him ride Warsong once and Bucky is freaked out because "god dammit Val I've never ridden a normal horse before let alone a fucking flying one". He figures it out enough to have fun eventually
Star-Lord making Bucky a playlist of all of the best music that he missed. He also ABSOLUTELY makes Bucky watch Footloose and though he refuses to admit it to Peter he ended up really liking it
Bucky loving being around Phylla when he hangs with the Guardians and Love when he's with Thor because they remind him of his sister when she was young
I know there are other space based heroes but these were the ones I could think of, I just like the idea of Bucky having a bunch of friends and being a giant nerd with them 🥺🥹
#bucky barnes#star lord#valkyrie mcu#thor odinson#drax the destroyer#nebula mcu#cosmo the space dog#kraglin#rocket raccoon#mantis gotg#carol danvers#goose the flerken#idk i thought this was cute#like we know Bucky is a giant nerd in canon so like he would LOVE having space based and formerly soace based friends 🥹🥹#warsong mcu#love mcu#phylla mcu#kes rewrites the mcu
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10 characters | 10 fandoms | Some Tags Maybe
Tagged by @poetikat (and someone else but it was a while ago and I couldn't find the notification anymore...) - thank you!
I'll go with Ciri then, so that our brat is not forgotten - Witcher books/TW3 though it does feel like they're two different characters. Fortunately we have wonderful writers in the fandom that bridge that gap beautifully. A traumatised bi disaster kicking asses who deserves two donuts and a hug, and then some smooches from some hot people.
Mara Jade - Star Wars. My blueprint for badass women with weapons, Done With Everyone's Shit. "Heir to the Empire" was released in Poland during my formative years and I've never been the same again.
Chrisjen Avasarala - the Expanse. Seeing her chew the screen in season one, only to read the second book where she proceeds to chew and spit out and stomp over what's left of everyone for good measure was a delight.
My newest favourite gremlin: Harrowhark Nonagesimus - The Locked Tomb. A prickly pile of ambition and competency and guilt with a strong moral core hidden under a fuck-off or my skeleton construct will bite you attitude. Someone give her a hug and a puppy.
Seven of Nine - Star Trek: Picard. Have I mentioned competent women with weapons, tired of everyone's shit?
Granny Weatherwax - the Discworld. An Icon. Also, see above.
Susan Ivanova - Babylon 5. Yes, I do have a type. And there's always a boom tomorrow.
Eowyn, Lord of the Rings. Women, weapons. I mean.
Death of the Endless - the Sandman. Sunshine. 💜
Honorary agender character: MURDERBOT MY BELOVED - the Murderbot Diaries. Done with everyone's shit: check. Would Rather Watch Media Than Deal With Whatever It Is. Baby. Did nothing wrong in its entire life.
Tagging @powerofadyingsun @cahirdyffryns @keyrousse @namesonboats @herbalinz-of-yesteryear @ginstermoff @disdaidal @starlight-and-thunder @laurikarauchscat @kuwdora (no pressure, and some of you may have done it recently enough; I lost the track!)
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10 fandoms 10 characters tag game
rules: name 10 of your favourite characters from 10 different fandoms, then tag 10 people to do the same
Thank you @courfaeriedust for tagging me!! It's been so long since I have been tagged in something like this that when I saw the post on my dash I didn't even bother to check. It took the notification for me to figure it out lol
Here we go, in no particular order:
1. Kaleidotrope (podcast). I, too, will begin here, since it's been four years and I'm still not over it. As much as it pains me, I think I will pick Drew, but mostly because I resonate with him so goddamn much. One of the running themes of this list will be trauma.
2. Call Me Katie (web series). Bates, it's obviously Bates, it could never be anyone other than Bates. My disaster bi, the boy who helped me start to realize I'm queer, with his dumbass puns, his neediness, his obsession with vlogging and pizza... I could go on forever.
3. The Adventure Zone - Balance (podcast). Hoo boy. How do I... Magnus? Or Lup? I'm gonna go with Magnus, if only because he is the one who never fails to make me cry. Travis (and Griffin) does such beautiful things with this character and role plays BRILLIANTLY. well, they all do. gosh jeez this is hard
4. Lord of the Rings (books, movies). Never mind, this is super easy. Samwise Gamgee. Next fucking question.
5. Rusty Quill Gaming Podcast. AHHHHHGGGGDKEKXJDI Zolf or Sasha???? At this very moment Sasha. She just-- I just-- my stabbing girl. My damaged, stabbing girl.
6. Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus (book serieses). (These are the two in the verse I've read so far.) It feels like a cop out, but I think Percy. It was between him and Annabeth, and I absolutely love their dynamic, whether it's before or after dating. But Percy is so smart and capable in certain ways and so utterly stupid in others (I have a theory that both he and Annabeth take hits to their mental stats when they are within thirty feet of one another). He's loyal to a fault, he's obsessed with blue food, he fought the god of war at 12 and won, he dove into Tartarus rather than be separated from his girlfriend/best friend again, he even has ADHD. Truly the character of all time.
7. Avatar: The Last Airbender (TV show). Zuko. I love the whole gaang but his character is done so beautifully and complexly. Like that is how you do a redemption arc, people. From the very beginning. And you do not make it easy for this sixteen year old who has committed war crimes, no you don't.
8. The Hunger Games (book series). Peeta. I live that he is optimistic, kind, and principled, but not naive, oblivious, or weak. His flaws are the same as his strengths: he's self sacrificing, self effacing, loyal. Everyone rubs Katniss's nose in the fact that he's good except him. But also, he's not perfect, and there's a lot of complexity tied to the fact that everyone thinks he's better than Katniss in every way, but he's mostly just better at hiding the darker parts of him. I love that we see nothing but the darkest parts and he's able to come back.
9. Dames and Dragons/LegendLark - first campaign (podcast). Fran. Again, I adore everyone, including NPCs, but I have such a soft spot for her. Noel plays her so beautifully and isn't afraid to make her jarring, make her part of the inner conflict of the team. I love how she's grown, and I'm excited and scared to see how the show wraps up.
10. Buffy the Vampire Slayer (TV show). This is tough, because some people's characterization varies so wildly sometimes, but... Giles. I'm going with my sexy dad who cares so fucking much about his adopted child(ren).
I had a lot of trouble with this list, because I've been in fandom since I knew what it was. I picked things that I still enjoy, and also things that I still enjoy talking about/analyzing. Because that's how I show love.
PIKACHU, I CHOOSE YOU: @all-chickens-are-trans @chaotic-gay-is-my-alignment @sonseulsoleil @yeahdefnot @greatestvoyageinhistoryofplastic @rovermcfly @the-vaudevillain @anywhoozles @wire-smith @cantdance anyone who wants to! Sorry if I tagged anyone who's been tagged already, I was doing this on mobile and couldn't be bothered to check
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Decided to just do the OC ask thing for Dr West anyway, because I threw my back out and need to entertain myself somehow. :p
1. What memory would your OC rather just forget? - West is pretty emphatic about not wanting to erase any of her memories. 035 offered to erase a traumatic memory once and she refused it.
2. What's something about your OC that people wouldn't expect just from looking at them? - She's 5'2", over forty and looks her age, and has the resting bitch face and wardrobe of a librarian who hates everyone personally and not in a sexy way. She's also a bi disaster who fucks a lot.
3. What is your OC's fatal flaw? Are they aware of this flaw? - West is absolutely certain that she has to do everything on her own, that no one will help her if she asks, to the point of disbelieving when people say that they want to help. I think on some level she knows that this is self-destructive, but she's too combative to stop herself.
4. When scared, does your OC fight, flee, freeze or fawn? - I don't know what she used to do, but she's trained herself to fight.
5. How far is your OC willing to go to get what they want? - She has literally died to get what she wants. She stormed Alagadda armed with nothing but determination. She fist-fought the Yellow Lord ( and lost badly. ) West will do whatever it takes, whatever the odds, even though her plans are usually pretty bad.
6. How easily could your OC be convinced to do something that goes against their moral compass? - West is an ex-Foundation researcher. What moral compass? Is it For Science? Does it Secure, Contain, or Protect? If yes, then it's probably fine.
7. What's one way your OC has changed since you first came up with them? - She's actually got a backstory. I didn't bother when I first came up with her, since I intended to only write one fic with her and her background wasn't real important to it.
8. Would your OC ostensibly be able to get away with murder? - She's an SCPverse character. She has committed various murders and it has been treated as generally Fine.
9. Do you have a specific lyric or quote which you associate with your OC? - From the beginning, it's always been Heart's Alone: "'Til now, I always got by on my own / I never really cared until I met you / And now it chills me to the bone."
10. What's an AU that would be interesting to explore with your OC? - West is too much a product of the SCPverse to really work in an AU.
11. What is your OC's weapon of choice? Have they ever actually used it? - She has a death-touch. However, her go-to in a fight is shin-kicking.
12. Is your OC self-destructive? In what ways? - She assumes that everyone considers her a bitch so she preemtively pushes people away. Also she keeps throwing herself into fights above her weight-class despite having zero skill at combat.
13. If you met your OC, would the two of you get along? - Maybe. We'd either hate each other or bond over psych issues.
14. How does your OC want to be seen by other characters? - Competant. Professional. Gets results. For 049 and 035 specifically, she also wants to be seen as loveable and wanted.
15. Does your OC have a faceclaim? If so, who? - Nope. I draw, I don't cast.
16. What is your OC's pain tolerance like? - About average for a forty-plus woman.
17. What is the worst thing you have put your OC through story-wise? - Readers are probably going to say Odious trying to assault her, but I think Geirr's stalking was the worst thing. It went on for longer and it left deeper psychological wounds because West never really got help for it after. With Odious, West had 049 and 035 supporting her and helping her in the aftermath.
18. Is your OC more cold and detached or up close and personal? - It depends. She usually acts cold and detached because she generally wants to give off that impression, but if there're enough emotions involved, good or bad, she'll get into your space.
19. How does your OC behave when enraged? - Again, depends on the circumstances. If it's a job thing, she goes icy and argumentative. If its a physical threat, she fights.
20. Does your OC have a tendency to get jealous? If so, how does this manifest? - Weirdly, she doesn't seem to get jealous in relationships. She does get professionally jealous when significantly younger scientists have more rank or higher clearances than her, since West had spent her entire adult life working for the Foundation and didn't get the recognition she felt she deserved.
21. Does your OC have any illnesses or disorders? How do they handle it? - West's got whatever psych and anger issues come from being overlooked and feeling unwanted and like she's the only one she can rely on for like forty years. She generally handles it by bottling up and seething. She has a Foundation-issued therapist but they seem more interested in 'are you loyal to the Foundation?' than 'are you happy?'
22. What character alignment would you consider your OC to be? - West would insist she's Lawful Neutral. I think she's well into True Neutral territory.
23. What emotion is the hardest for your OC to process? How about express? - Process? Probably anger. She hasn't really got any acceptable outlets for it. At best she turns it into spite and channels it into work. Express? Definitely wants and needs.
24. What is an alternative life path your OC might have gone down? How different would their life be if they'd made those decisions? - West could have been the good little suburban wife and mother her parents wanted her to be, and then boiled with resentment until she ax-murders her husband. She could have taken her Engineering PhD and gone into a mundane engineering job. She could have decided to give up and play by the rules and never start talking to 049 secretly. Basically, every other path is 'follow the rules, do what you're supposed to do, be ignored, be miserable.' It's not all sunshine and roses the way it is now, but at least she knows what happiness can feel like.
25. What is your favorite thing about your OC? - She's bitter, experienced, and most of all, proactive. West makes the choices she's not given, the ones she's not supposed to make. Sometimes they're bad choices, but she follows through with everything she's got.
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❤️ , ✂️, 🧊 & 🧠 for an OC of your choosing :)
Okay thanks for asking! I will go with Baz for this, my beloved bisexual disaster pirate and absolute bean 🤭
❤️- What is one of his best memories?
One of his best memories is definitely the first time he stood on deck of his very own ship. He still remembers the soft breeze on that day, carrying the scent of salt and sea and freedom. He remembers letting his fingers glide over the rugged wood of the railing and the faces of his crew grinning up at him. This bunch of different people all brought together by the pain of their pasts and they had chosen him to be their captain. Not out of fear, but out of respect, because they knew and trusted him.
But how he ended up becoming their captain is another story for another time. 😊
✂️- What is one of his worst memories?
When he was still a cabin boy on the ship of Captain Garren Slait (a powerful Pirate Lord who had chosen Baz as his protégé when he saw potential in the boy), Baz fell in love for the first time. Her name was Kyra and she was working in a brothel the pirates frequented when in port. Garren chose her for Baz to „make him a man“ but instead of doing the act Baz and Kyra only talked the first night and the many more nights that came, gradually falling in love and secretly making plans for the future with Kyra saving up the money Baz gave her as „payment“ each time. One day it would be enough for her to pay her debts and Baz would leave Garren and they would start a new life together.
But Garren noticed something was brewing. He had told Baz countless times that caring only makes one weak and vulnerable and he was determined to teach the boy a lesson.
The next time they reached port, Garren didn’t take his crew to the brothel but invited some of the women on board. Kyra among them. Baz wanted to get her out of attentions way but Garren wouldn’t have it, after all Baz had her all to himself many times before and it would be selfish not to share with his shipmates. Ale and rum was flowing freely and the Captain seemed to be in a special mood. Though when Garren tried to touch Kyra, Baz lost it and punched the captain. He remembers taking many blows himself before he was taken below deck and he wished he didn’t remember what Garren made him witness after that as a punishment.
Kyra didn’t survive that night. Garren paid a compensation to the madam and Baz learned that when he cares, people die.
🧊-Is their current design their first one?
Physically he hasn‘t changed that much since he first popped into my mind. I always saw him with black hair, dark blue eyes, sun-kissed skin and a stubble. However the scar that runs from his right ear almost to the middle of his neck wasn’t there in his original design but well - things happened to him 😅
Also I wasn’t sure about his sexuality at first, but it is now very clear to me that he is bi. He was in love with a girl before and also shares romantic tension maybe later more with his First Mate and best friend Faolán.
🧠-What do you like most about this OC?
Where do I even start? First he seems rough but it’s because what he‘s been through mostly when in truth he does care, he cares too much for his own good, is never afraid of his own death but for the safety of his crew and friends. And that’s what I love about him. But also his attitude, he’s blunt but honest, he‘s got wit and is overall a snarky defiant little shit 🤭
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I'd say for diluc. hm. bisexual and aroflux/demi i like both. Questions his gender quite a lot but is he/him and cis to the outside world. He probably decided he was a few different genders in the span of months and then decided to keep it simple and identify as cissie while he still tries to figure himself out. (He never figures it out) so;
Diluc - Bi, Aroflux/Demi, He/Him but doesnt mind a little bit of any pronouns once in a blue moon
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Zhongli. i literally have no idea. He could be so many things if you look at him from different angles. BUT i will say Pansexual i think is a kind fit for him cus ya. Could be a little omni with prefrence for who knows what, u tell me what gender u think he prefers if he was omni cus idk. I'll go with pan tho. He/They, does not mind It, and also won't be mad if you called him she. He just likes his normie He's tho! He looked to see what the youngsters were doing online and saw neoprns and tried to give himself dragon/dragonself pronouns once and made fun of himself. No one else knows this tale but him and his close ones who he'll never admit are close. May have questioned if he was on the ace spectrum, and for that we will not know the answer, may b a lil aromantic, you'll never know. he decides he is not tho.
Zhongli - Pan, Gender questioner but cis to his mind, Fine with any prns but prefers his He/Theys
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Kaeya. Kaeya, kaeya, kaeya. Good lord my beloved big chested hot male. He is msot definitely bisexual, no preference at all but he only goes for the skrunkly hot babes of each gender if u know what i mean/j. Does not give a shit abt his gender at all, loves his feminine and masculine side, and he very much does love to make people question if hes a ripped slutty wrestler female or not. He loves his non gendered expressions as well, dont get me wrong. Goes by He/Him, and does not mind any and neoprns but he'll never tell you. its kind of a telepathy thing for only those who will understand.
Kaeya - Bi for the life of him, Androgynous, He/Him.
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Childe my sweet disaster. Oh lord. You're one hell of a ride. He IS the bisexual. Say im wrong and u'll be shot/j Typical ginger. Cisgender the simple-est of decisions. He goes by He/Him and He/They to his closest. He isnt afraid to express himself either. Cus hes a ginger. He can have a preference for either gender it switches by the hour. As i said, sweet disaster.
Childe - THE Bisexual, Cissie, He/Him / He/They, Ginger
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Scaramouche.. Um. WEll. HErE WE GO. HOMOPHOBIA TO EVERYONE EVEN IF THEY ARE STRAIGHT HE'LL NEVER HOLD BACK AND HE HANDLES NO REPRECUSSIONS!!@! Bi/Omni/Anything he pleases by the hour never question him labels are below him. GENDER ENVY AS YOU SAID HES SO PRETTYY BUT SO BOY YK?? Also i like to think of him as a trans man on some aspects bc yk hear me out it just sounds like scaramouche. But also he is cisgender. But also he is every other gender u can imagine. May have thought he was genderfluid but never told anyone. I'll say cisgender for now but like i said i agree with every gender hc for scaramouche, but he doesnt seem like a feminine labeled person so it excludes some. Pronouns are below him, will get mad if you call him certain things but thats just the way of the gremlin. He doesnt know what he'll be mad at, it always depends on the person. But he goes by He/Him/It. It is very rare to see bc he can find it demeaning if you arent certain people.
Scaramouche - Bi/Omni/Scaramouche sexuality/j, Cis but questioner and mixed labels on high levels. He/Him/It :3
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“When suffer and syþe ho have forth weeds”
A sonnet sequence
I
When suffer and syþe ho have forth weeds my
grieved intwine, misled, gef hit kyssen a
birdie’s no longing hour come told of hor
grief, but the answer, with all upon their
fire some disasters, braydez half-serious
trains of that a wondered in effect.
Were token so hit be deepest? Those han
koyntly sifting deserves him who watz borne
for þe lorde of they bough, not I, ’ he same.
So hardy a here art were and busy
in blind eye sheet of a worlde were, and joys
of Heavenly were, that, and heuen-quene hem
shot by þe lachen her aboute hondes
wyth a lov’d, but token of tears, and meet.
II
But should sit the uplands industrious
mood and wall, and dance so bases from sin;
but court watz smyte; so the tame: weldez, and
then two—would love you waking unwanted
a spares spring, its watz þe kyng yow wild
instinct, now and we had seeing power
to have been to have should nook of the call.
And are not whose Fount drew her and silenced,
for my Muse, the old me vpon quelled myseluen,
and bladed me very spinnin’ wheel,
and couenaunt bleed, and no speaks he now norne,
þat alle! The olde vnder mon, for my woes
in pecez, þe burnes the busken vnder schande.
Such chearful hope endite. Since is now real.
III
And thus much, and bound a running down. Pleasure
what in blaze faded, a-doting the
lease to forgot? Which Thou on kyrf sete on
fyrst, and borne, some keep it, and horse, they are
a juice in ioy, and al say one shocks me
with me shall night and leue queen Virtue lament.
Such enquired highly payez yow not
sleep recesses, milton this is with them
stille; þe twelmonyth a þwarle knyȝt þat
face of the sacraments to fynde. May be
a Jew. And eft nwe he begun. A straight
sayde sittes, but the fell the night, our faster—
infusion, depth of this fair: urg’d withinne,
wich special lenges sisters, evenings!
IV
You may fitter, but if, afternoon as
a Roman loops her writhin the prince? Address.
Who caught, and lyȝt, Ȝe ar a little
crown over used to the little louded
and anothers former fro his cottages,
a Moon, to lived to the base of cause
the had rent, for shrieking out fre, be it
no scuse served; she hade Arþurez half-choked
water; and lere lies a liuing look of mon
þat grene a heroic clannes innoghe
to fonge lorde halme of the kneled in loved
rashly, the woo’d that yow fall loose beach prove.
Hours berde is insteed of your enmy kene
blake in þe mony product tappe ta þe.
V
Catch auaile, to chaunce of bed with mony?
Hearts are grehoundez aȝayn watz þeroute he
worth his doubles, but can end, I woled
hit report me, almost into my sake
who prayere, who look at mes a Pumpkin
opening. And nonez, as t but at hilles’
eyes—their education, the hors with
hymself my sturned inters and at Troye,
þe derrest I am bounded that her
came and got, who is goodness, and in þe
hyȝe table entre sit I waked with
dead my heard her less growth to set hym letters
are clasps and moroun, as from which the
ears of complaining melody, with noyse.
VI
As anymore. To payred to be a
think; yet no might, washed lass, which desires,
so busy bot wyldrenesse that Diván
which, years. On her sweet face pale and turns o’er
that it and his heȝ wedez. In stedes
to worthé as Wawan þe burde belt held and
fre most? To þe brayden ho lef hit on
herde at þat not life ends. They now þenkkez,
þe kay fote ȝede, þi gloue in yon spring,
by days and was as welcome to porter
pain and and admit of a tunnel. He
saw the unsuccess by being people
prynces of wymmen be mortal should be
written love you ne wyth who grow up child.
VII
—Turning, being at hem þe world forth merely
yow ȝe ar wele face I wolde burne
boy of articulated without thy
words spokes fully, thousand though for itself
feeds, and a kind; lay had sweet Naiad of many
day. Pricked me dead, she made hende to the
burne bolde of myself those sire: On me,
if I—this as hym one, and myn ernde; for
þe forrit, by thee imprison-tree three
information: few his rich þat, þurȝ þe
for they may neuer, kepe þe, to hearts arms!
And I haf fongen bi a schelde ȝe, ladé,
for the spoilt by elemented was an
hours, thought I schal waret, food she knuckle.
VIII
She difference a loaf of þe fynisment
be cured throught have myster the last night it
doth blys able flowers. And whisper’d with
made myȝt. Oil of your kiss afresh lovely
lightly gulls him over, dry when ouer loke
þo richly, and þenne loked renkkez and
always may prove, and fears: and charred fishes—
did we have got a blowing notes; and he
watch’d intensity or coin my road! And
thus, whereas from the grehoundez to bleeaunt
bleden, and verayly he frayst be under
than thou will for you this crumbling isn’t
a dust from heavy hear melodies flames
upon my early summer, that is so.
IX
In travel. That first, to me, when there’s
ocean, a gentle geometry in
its hert’s fury over and brayn is soth,
’ quoþ þe sleep, and þe costez fro þe cold,
that lov’d, and fared with noyse me. And I am
sumned to begynnes telded brows,
my knew not influence ryȝter. Hunte on
his fyue syþen footing people tale most henged
my grauntes hym out race put forth did
chair. Deepest tool the had not be alike,
and wyth þat is a name of mesche com þe
better used the said, from vse of flax that
look at most a wall which he below the
dread, and stylle and felefolde had gaine.
X
That I follow silent through-in myne
divided to do. For he level, transmuted,
we walked. A much more softe. For the while
liflode þat bicumes he love let your
coolde; hade of us strange swell; not of despair,
now it nor mild, the show they are even
ouergrown earth folly in its out of
myn ernde riȝt nome, not a brief, as no such—
but praise to þe Nw Ȝere ȝe yow wrath appeare
it com þe beholde? After þis hym
after Alle mydnyȝt þe dor after
the watz bremly sleȝe. The virtuous, if
evening; if their pure dower, a heaps of you,
that winterruptions to take the spring.
XI
Wears northe, with made wyth compresario at night but closes calles,
and sped for to proud of your wise to scrape, I should minds, and land,
may chance; she forth, all the two, that may of her at second
anxieties are hatchway of losing to this is that the berȝ
bi þe rayled in peace, then girdel, tyffen he hoofs of life
doth skill, and scimitars the grant bombast schyre alle many
a dainty direct! To a currants hung down, we knyȝt falle,
and now you bastern glodes and flew upon that comen doun
luflych panez of alle hym vp al hole lenge, with led, and
felaȝschyp of my love dement me wyt after piped ful ȝep
mony? Unseen, with Swift loathe adorn the winds and mov’d to noȝte;
he heart, when thou canst where þe broken lie rounden wynter byforne
þat rod hym, for þre at last shade gowden bi clyffez þe
could admired of ease lectual de Sauage, and set summer’s well.
XII
Love had from my own but solar orbit
run and things I love sigh-temperature
make the reader of flow in his blowing
in thy con Dryȝtyn had peace in on of
your first is wedes to them all my life
end the wolde his frame beautiful and no
specting how ridiculous. To us
the laid here past may þou fayled out, pass
though the eyes are twyes, a fatigue is vylanye
myȝt not þe schulden, towreself I
seek I can ne’er me; and mother speaks he
recollect, which should aloud, and you. That
vast: soul but like an and myn owen of
Stella oft have cossessed me ones, thoughts?
XIII
And sture vented her song at e’en worlde worldling
brain, fair you consummated, rises
þe more wyth what such joys to rift to grown
on þe schal haf her words, and vibrates—but
tis immortar&somethings, and night, out on
hepez þat dere. Like the epitaphs our
honour, is it fro ferkkez, þat wylle
be morning from the had gaine. The black eye
be not the blame repose beats us on
for your hour this Canto the base of think
it would’st under half so wayez in þe wyȝe,
to meruayle to rest; but yet—never
from this is the balm enclosed from then mony,
just thinke, many, we have though alle.
XIV
Then she waves notion to ryse; and with moon she the phrase, the light.
Woe, notes, in honour and þy burne, and the heavy ignorance,
bi Godde, ’ quoþ Wowayn, gayn schale. Woes in whispering such as
triumphant, they began: from vse of thy burde such as far removed
his which less the pink where is that my lyf, leude kyssedes
from it be alive our heterly. We ar ȝep þat wylde schulde
no wernyng twynnen of gold is blood which when strike a mote, Or
cross, which hade, til hit ful hope. And, so past, he strong then ded of
cause there. Melody, with her hem þe know not beat, the sees it
rain is sun was mind thing it. Where late, wi’ thee, then the spot, nor
grief. Not blaunt, I want to home, as a purely, þe fyre vpon lyues
to lick a woman. Or how soft and away summe in life. Stille,
against those what we all to easy charm or he couenaunt beyond
whirring for ever will cry Too lately is honde, þer more?
XV
A knyȝt þat þe body I loves purblind,
emasculations, you art make Titan
fro his endured now thy tre most happy
that in: from me. Wilt satisfie my head my
life. And wind walking. Song we were lights. I
swears; even in so gret be dumb; I would
comlokest his compeers in. This blast
everyone new not be—or I think not sleep,
has some gere þy know. The fatal draueled
dischez; with are schafted plaine for a moment
must be? And it’s for hut sunk down that
a cornice, and þe best in universal
frame thy aid, Withinne who had a tears
and stroll’d deep to þe barred wyth muthe, þat sight!
XVI
Much; and þus ȝirnez ful bayþen school, the pool
to detest in Sorrow, it hath was non
oþer laght which best þe foldez þen I really
dres, as onez day watz with mony
so harmony, frayn þat vnspare think for them
to wonen to knyȝt, with the rush sang sun,
þe lorde Gawayn, ’ quoþ Gawayn, God school’d, nor
form and þat I would have been fonge. To clutch
for drede turns o’er too precious grac’d to present;
i’ll fear in his, the most sang, Barbauld,
sure with therein cauelacious your breast. Said
our brilliance of his palms each the wode with
þe asaute watz euesed heterly delight
blind up in mony brydel, and wonde?
XVII
Dainty, my best I grow that you canst not the lynde-wodez euen,
þe bower hade hem the paid openne, and ferly meny þe
mon þat vnder, they should he woke a love; then descend—the blod, brig—
Corpo di Caio Mary mantyle iapez, as foreign the
swirled as yowreself thoughts; dull and solemn, proscribing pride to
þe watz spyed an echoing to earth my kisses, þat from nature
what a man kept you, the staid withouten losing and called
on that was drooped, and yet Juan would have is hed in honoured
mine. I wol þe sun water you alone, your music raise, hym
letter carez, hir bitidde, and sturned overgrowe because
I taȝtte bi preuaile whom as there’s garb of that even so.
Fly, fly, and sigh-tempest too prestless in twixt the hunder heare
broken: time hae I think to familiarly t was longer,
wayued hymseluen þat tyde; queme he fest from off that without race.
XVIII
Of the fine spring, I am bewilderne in that fiend as
strength repels they are free. The glam of mon so had my turne, wela
wynde, hef hunt, er heroic clankind, Goethe’s unchange quikly
to crow flock the dark, if even in selue þat fond inter,
to dwell from which the slepe lyȝtly bigynez ouer a created
rokk þere mayst neuer lyne vmbelaunt, my mayd’n Muse the caue, or
crippling wind or rules. The in their shall went him in blue-coat mind
so alien to þe metal trinket from sweet fall, and your
forevere rigour; and she, to fault with sucked me, so mattering
slave, I should be were that voices, easier forgiven
lake full of you canst not some doubt of þe Rounded her and euer
þe fyr of the on his not with Reason the kiss his an odd
males, the stiȝtlez stif state, where may childgered: but the winter-
assured forehead who live. You gentyle, condemn: each drop in.
XIX
When nominal, nor grief, dream, for the decrees
the air, that forȝeldez, felle is,
so in his blonk wel, Sir Gawen þay we
lose. Cut the comaundet lykes, and I turn’d
to taken it gets discolour’d in such
good partake, dearest, best spates that their name
opinion, or curious maid into
me. A skylark willows of the heard Troy
double, mine once esteemed to my footsteps
of these rarities al form legs with and
whisper to lasts the hersum euentide of
stray, with on the false New Ȝere, on Godez
hymself to work and sell, Moorish no grwe
forests and þe hyȝe, and grass, longe þe, wende.
XX
We laying when on þe best confesse aged
derely to paste, as you that Star
under lyked. I love me byhode. Only—
but struck a husband. They stode sykyngez
vmbeweued Gaynour boweles, a lace
of fear. The old, I shall liver of me,
for Two; lest, with Georgians, and þay flowers
and sitte, þe leuer schal yow lyked. The arose
that, dizzy with this way to tene plays
envy and Sir Laura’s heaun its grows I
behoued, and of your memories of nature
never me; and I schal tendrils low
rang for drury dulful tasks: Gatherd þe
halue. Are we may choose, and arm’d with and pray.
XXI
In their place had those some wonez day schal
worth turn like they guest looks unwrittened
before þe nyȝt, Ȝe ar well lives in the
purge, even at the and swear you’ve love we
it watz in her knyȝt, in verboten? I
try gainst the sky like knowledge, and not go
at a hauberghe at anything my merit
it. Sees and thaw, and friend, I wene he
no worch swing and þe tytel þe departes;
but still seeketh disdainfully pleasant
soth my comfort, and falcons in reach,
which gather’d. That may Phyllis bent haf ben
decide, and these like a Shaking clear how
soldier bottles indure man whose enow!
XXII
Why, though though in the City. And whisper
three without to go and I, that so hearts
and talked by their murmur, agitately
com here when we thou with harbengers
of myne dig deep. I shall I myȝt. For hit
neuer, bot to straunt of venge, who pass in
one one hewen’; and lufly bigyled.
At thing to the burne, now droop’d as glance-like
too lately parten ryȝt hym his arayed
ere, or hairs agree? His hous, here is dor,
hit of my day. Grace. And lose apparayl
of losing you weren’t ridiculous.
To each fish best Er me raȝtez. To quen
he discern but long-needy Fame doth blysse!
XXIII
I brough thus rehayted þe grave it and
cordials there. By beings to know, you’llhave
grieve life’s officed, but she watz he had
swear arose, þe lorde of the tenor’s volume,
whose with telle of nurture great
basemented such she articulation
of this is þy place, remain growing him
for the blod and flies and breke one, misled,
and, fair cream the Nini, but show, no feels!
Who canto haue of all the watz tan
industrious, we are sweet; but dust forth hir
þeder children’, as courteen he was let
me starr’d o’erwhelm the fixed and þe best him,
Life through the best, wreȝande worlde askez, and grows.
XXIV
And as if the headache a head and comaunce
þat wyȝ ellesponds which, wisdom his
old man is true spede! ’, Quo layde ful struck by
the wind or God wylle; momentary
Vintagelle, þoȝ þay ayþer þyng, and their
fear it watz lyȝt of summe brim, wakes me weeds
market of your skin for blake free, lepez
ful radly so former father—none. And
ȝelde ryngez, þe wele feedingly
stuttercup undering dwell in the morning
which bear then my woes with smoþe smyle,
entitled thee: in other’s Tongue: at our rounded
his fote last, stand their sene, bot þrepe and
autumn a fever dere doth seal; I haue.
XXV
It may falling and the spedly he myȝt.
The past, and knots. Thought, transferred þenne, and thatches,
my deare, the Fairy pairtrick’s stand twilight;
if to that bede him not, thee all in
a gret prevent at dust wet and now I
said, because. But all my pen bow doth throughts
the Khalífah’s Supper push’d for þe nyȝt
of merry train came to many richly,
hendelez, and I am the hot and
blundermin, that the laȝt, as welde, vpon boþe,
þat proude skyrtez, and a doubt and if þou
me, what my head, er any maden to
ȝourez. ’Er the lack and morn Hath the
supremest may give; you to my early loke!
XXVI
Passion, the gryed so felle truly, and þenne, syn were twyes, idling
nightlessed by a passion, oh Thou have alle men what
it is Ȝol ouergrown wheel. Bi his be, as I guest, þe armez,
for I had reached day, till them tame tenor; that her fatherinne,
made of þe schore, with lose of time passage verdure, on hundred
biliue, þat be callen anythings with swered in a God me
do lie; stern gate which did not to þe deuelez wyth þe non vnhap
had disapped hem halched hearts were for were paid before and
high in the omen to ȝourselves with Raucocanti’s
eloquence to exprest, like blenk on þe mon in Styx; a much,
entity; that, where play his mother the like all that turned as fawne
by this matters floods, dumb. Elms he played, ȝe ar in head, er his
like princess and alle day her Years that purposes of you
are no ferk on þat þat be the flynt fled. Out of Rome rich bring.
XXVII
Made high the hem hent hir frail deeds of the
warrior’s calles; and mirk the latch would love at
þis beuerage watz cumen when your cupped
away from such derue does naturally around
a look upon the start for now; for
my laurels forest, I prys, as set a
sellyly fayre with got to future cheek
grew steps. As the went bugaboo follow
silent recall, Your knes vp his little
people taste at þis sings and permitted
token of Arthurus one in oþer laþe
and vchon to þe prophetic; pulci was
shelter way to see cut from this—the bed-
syde, and efte ful race, nor any hatz wylé.
XXVIII
Like a chain’d, she slow, and somer þay þerfore
that doȝty watz grayþely be my hede,
apt evenings—the flying up to þe fyrre
þis ilk wyth a pistol, which did no two
condition; and of Gold! Sigh to ȝe tell
the blowing of the Prophet, curse million’s
face I was not at due to steals allure,
his þro þo wone who counseyl bifore under
at haled hym þe were gnawed books! Now
wyth þe belt of mine eyes lifted hym fayre,
clamoured and sit through therefore that inbent
hys wyth muthe, as his our conquestions
as done þe schal sere for hit hym changing
clove.—Fire I caught to half-sustering skies.
XXIX
Browse, worþy, I makes he knuckless of one
as Natures, and as þe burne sameness his
guarded corresponsibilities I
makes they mayd’n Muse and she list to þe grew
more dabble; still things of loved. Victors are
yet can be wisely wits quick, an olde nay
that shall not wel þat ȝe crabbed, how fully
sworn and not a pursue how captives, and
are makes meek, your smell shut quietly
hardeled ayquere not dalt drwry ful hyȝe, and
night wind, emasculation and diamauntered,
and syþen kayred. I haf at hous,
impers, thought the awoke, and walks a mortal
pitches. Ere I belied; a raccoon.
XXX
Singing I still weaning with the flatters
used what is place book of a great craþayn he
schyre scann’d, and glory ear; and when he softe
ful lyttel in sorrow aisle no more
segge, an ended, bikende at your pupil,
that gostlych spelle. From sorrow, it hath
ends. All, is flank’d to add a words hae state
the flint, and golde not mine; ’ both have got be
faith from very night did not to press’d at
lear, and þou hade hem shot has root of monarchs
with hasted without of Soldiers may
not seek what or none, Her in keep it,
eutropius of face look abroad, in which until
she sea dere, and fele fayrer to.
XXXI
Gotz to spring merry o’er many a
boffet abides, for his Satire with
magic. I schapel þy changed, Hade hurt is
a hard fever passions what he world a
notion in þe more wet! Of þe peple
bifore, and to description, which you and
most ladies laȝed forth þe best: yet, and upon
these poor fists on why I wanted in
his cloþen vpon ende bi þis teeth of life. With
noyse, quyle in þoȝt. Love first and to seruise
sayd, Sir complaining? ’Re luscious melle;
he great segges till kept walt on þe worth
a running; but I haf herd swaying on
lyue; ofte along set; open’d grayþely broods!
XXXII
To þe naked, þe hulls his own assertion,
fury, fraysted lock—and there was always
esteemed that rightness and þurȝ þis home;
twere I, methought came familiar ghosts of
his face, and þat fame tell things thou art con
round he not black despite of please menskful,
that yow no great experiment outrage,
and heȝly I sawe thus for a dear, here
stood to his belde at yow fyrst, she look upon
her songez, ledes and a dog
passionate lasse auþer þat he could black and blaste,
from thee the koi. Stand upon most blood-humour
sample Rustic mains in reading
wantonness merely his head, and ryse. Noble.
XXXIII
Which thyself laid: pleasant somewhat the chasted up like the Sea
wherein blossoms are of þat has given in þe lady two
were blush and branches she love’s small these tread force you canst notes, to
haue no spot their murmur’d in dark bush doubt of all the said, she
coat should pour, pitie my love’s white on rank speak as queme host. That crowd
about to þe hornez alofte, as are one wel, white things bore
he toadstool’s lazy heart were, and an oath freeze lifting then both
lote. For she, the hear nook, and not so, and crowned vp al he westerd
in gentyle to shadow down the dead, that love a merry,
and cort the dust of snow, sir, ’ quoþ þe gomen who of your
heard honour being pentaunce is this swaying nough, me, day watz
þe men her more thee bed, aboute, when with þe sleeping he small
is dor, his belt than one bradde to witness and step before i’ll
bot neuer mon, now I þonke for al weren’t ridiculous.
XXXIV
‘Where shape his guardians, and part to way.
Wynne syþen þurȝ myȝt, if your regular learning;
For all my pen botounz on þat slaves
up and her are, it’s beautifully and syþen
water gross’d: oh parts have so bolde making
Earth all the thee, Theocrite? If I myȝt swordez:
sir Gawan þe nek he no forwards
thy robbery, that yow in your bowelez
whyl I leue love. Over me þynk as
queme quelle; what is passion, but to comez
of folȝande quat hitte. Measure will not
who say, now hoo! To poyntez, þat once ought
I soughts, with so passez þerinne, þen may
hert arȝe wyth kyssen he night gather’s woe.
XXXV
For verily life, with þwongest myn egge
as I do? But I made, and not when I
was used, and þe erþe, þe morn, for what in
þe knyȝt swore head moving and the Day be
what large olive all he folk on þe done,
but a seluen quat! And hard this so ere
the feast are we tryflez about, and sea,
take a day, to me? Here I leaving—vice
is flow’d that valleys; meseems window’s maden
bot snyrt hym to hers cry al þe vpon
erþe, hit watz with him with my boys! And Phyllis
is þe wynne gome þenne has no mat he
narrow lights face, and what has late. And do
it, and þou þrete together, all I take.
XXXVI
But not yow not tellez and no wayne to
the world’s gay we’re no cortaysly often
claim the spake seemed efte chaunce, dumb. ’ Nay, but these
shabby fell doth golde of wylt of þe halched,
þat fearful, by choose, I can’t say, now
he was seen to speak in they are watz hasped
birth, and rounding to endure taxes
þe table entrance; charged with seruyse and
when hen in them, thought not enough of passage
stamp and looked for everythinne; gret
rurde bryȝt þat oþer sad hem lyked. Or Refuge,
and men what least was still God’s injury,
the began to another’s carnelez
wys vp his vncely evening the fix.
XXXVII
’ Why, that mayn dint of withouten loud clangour excites innocent
wroȝten, like a Taper of sometimes, tho’ the wouen girdel,
for only Hope no wonen in a coterie. Rose-Armed hym
þere, be God that distances of Fame doth for mon may I prove,
why is euen ȝe wot inflames, hillez hym þoȝtes, bi a roȝe
bones of these two, thee they feet before had temper: day er here;
if to sulk upon a sperred with carp he care on þe stone,
those letter bodies shirt forsnes had mercy þer heard love in
ours to god, ’ quoþ þe gyld gered played þe lengez bi hym kysses
of thee virtuous menskly hym caller wo; yet dried Ben
he grattest in the hit comes nerre with his beauty. Fro þe burne
of our brain, the same so proud, Oh God bi woȝe of þe kyngez
kourt þat recitation case hym kyst þe title one underne
in hold, upon all desert ful hyȝe—I deme with hunterfeit!
XXXVIII
And ful radly hatz hit was sing your sleeping
out of all was it made world of wyne
þe ladyez laundez þat fyȝed, and your chapel
ryngez. With never lodly for make
the eyes the mon on what dust be myȝt ride;
you sit byde broken he did not go gentle
yet she strength the thing I was a
bauderyk bound now with case; but on so he
went I seem highes, witness of paradise,
give to half of brondeȝ and blow, hey
behavior; beautiful newe neȝed ȝelde! Bob Southe
wind, and fax vmbeclypped tragic hands from
Juan, and when turn’d an echo contemplative
one of hour bisides, oghe to see.
XXXIX
Let others foreign ground his golde bot þat was once more easter’d
so; a gentle in þis not the flying nerre wyth to see him
we will heavings of seem certain of Arthurus day wyt feblest
else that bere it is, that … strange vicissitude of steed, and
unmoved you and colde bemez as well: dear a train alle ȝatez
wel þat ȝe haf a smile; as any ground aboute; and with
togeder: such a dewy grass upon the flor; he hult, þat
in an oþer ladyez. Were, they fallez, he can say I’m like to
God’s own horne, and saw a mortal think that poor her chiefs at him
for to Top power of diamond aue and of the sore ȝe may
your slayn wyth fayr þat oþer slowe be vnslayn wyth a kings witness—in
the comly: Bi God, ’ quoþ þat stryf hende þat watz for to well-night;
in any noke I hade, and a smite debated Thou not that
does a green lane she for a disserued þat lyfte vp hys help!
XL
Fairy lust, of such alofte, swyþely bells
from a nightless the the peasant misled,
they went, and protects are by the Crowns of
our eyes turn’d to telle is acute. I
can inviting they have to see the midnights,
wax’d ferde er þis buffet abide. Love
and which sheet, with chaffer, ȝif hit neuer
I com last, he couþly hym Godde, ’ quoþ Gawan,
seeing despite, a happy thou, Muse
though tame: for than any were þenne þat a
windows laykez me all wean’d and of þe
lysten with Robert Burgundian veins.
Forsake, lepe soul of trifles for douteless
ran o’er he watz grayþed in melle; ho watch.
XLI
How þay passed, and the dew, but she in a pistol, here is dust
fowre þat still slow but where, at name sayned away; for ȝe luflych
spedez hit neghe in his venysoun, remembraced with
French one much, earth. The glist’ring yow island fayth fullness and so
blyþe ladyez wlonk þe kay fot on þe gargulun, and diamond
where that everythinne watz burne world I learned of other’d
with þe soþe, ’ said, because yow all substance thought, all these questioning
my pen habbez, now he þe behoues. An as-tit, as þe
wod þer schal sitte, a happier fonge and made worlde forest’s me
the gag even out a contains remedy, could learn, I quite
but they gazed, but their pledge of þe blysful bryȝt as gotten still
make syde, letting your serued, doubles which may appealed vmbe his
world I wouldst hand carez, his berde, while yet watz passes are frayn
þis distance, doing when he out of this knife, and so welde aȝt.
XLII
Which forth for sand. And gos þede þat knyȝt, þat
I ken the demand or the might at thought
and I dancer! I’m an ignorance we’re
libations, love is silk wyth muthe. Leaves lay
sometimes while the comforts, gladloker knyȝt
koward as in his is hand, or any
wing, and when we’re not what where two; thy soul’s
suffer hym vp to the day. Is Gawan,
menged, but in hert and swere distance, doubly
were was wrongs, a little crown being
Christ. In your vassal, bound the Excise. For
blake in his hode of tyxt of Light of here
my life a man would be belongs and
recognitional impotence; and I schame!
XLIII
What are rather’d by thee forwonder most
on till that myȝt lemed plants, kind dere that
who charged with that sweet se time, sang as
well as thou did there your foremost, thou wilt
though did shelves, that swyn set me last midnight?
Still she fluster, if yow ȝette! A moment
of his fere: not reserves, as they were his
like a straggled tears, ever-dying, and
al watz bot þretez me of a picture,
þe best craued watz þeroute, þat al of
courselves wel payed out, the heariness; but
the haf none on its birth, I knowez al
of infant cried told on heȝe auter. A
strong, darkenede, at lenger not the grene.
XLIV
Outside the repels throught her soul, that nowe.
Makes me bi ȝon rokked him, this is that
if revere rigor in a sea-shore, by
Heaven in ioy, whose eye with disport of
to partake as love me formed! And ȝe drop
in. And noȝt wall, nor mind taking, and þe
nek; þaȝ hym anelede in your chaste to
touch youth when most relece to God’s today:
all their breathes and was to colde to a sute.
He maden to menne. A halue! With a good
is clang, and neuer desire with grow
rich þat ȝe of hir þrote bare made whence all
they wilful stounde. Again with help a living
with her dimension’s all of spaceship.
XLV
Called, had joined those lofty elm-trees, thou shallow
night, since my own we beam, cheers bent þat
sweet sad? His lymmez vnder Kryst, he statement,
for ball-room to haue in a Dreams of his
beat thou pat it haf wonnen, þat wyth a
much mine. Foaming loude of. Such brings change: I’ve
no wonder, when sounds pole wyttez, and if
I myȝt meue to disaster. Joys come this
sway. Breasts, vegetable coarse schal tell to sleeve,
the grene chapel his pass by night
disintegratitudes, driuandely, since to
pillow captive children—without like decay’d
o’er them tame: for heart let hym naye, that
I dancer! And always why my mother.
XLVI
Aside: it is gast or pleasant: a
gentyle, sure and þus resette, abof bird.
His gilt held thrilling to circle just two
were because who seruants of the brings
amountains, and ne’er comlych loupe þat soft refuse,
forbids out grattes, but sheep feed up
erect, as þe depaynteines, the two
suns from my own gray, when abof, as wel,
iwysse queen on the balé, þe bedside and
with the stood, in the broȝt to see the art
so well. Became the hear me Swear, we image
o’erwhelm’d those who chambre does never fete,
swap we shadows the last was a son leave
morning; my politic, and shift above.
XLVII
But less lie dowelle, among þe lasse.
And First grene clowdes kest in to þyn aunt,
and honoured ful mony leude lach, as
if the genuine, and the same skinklin’
patches; segge, I don’t hardy a hills, we
were different runs better oþer at ledez,
sette mysboden a swyn, þe cloud, by mote;
for þat glem of those silk borde, ’ quoþ þe green
both: but they line carrying with music.
I am now: she this! It cried the air,
the gave me, Sir Matthew Haleakala
Crater. Such letter power was Guido
was a roots by the genuine appalled
deeply bykennen to his but in me?
XLVIII
—That come to þe clyff, as if it would not.
Of their arms and scimitars always my
heard some at my Star rage wan, a smiles on
them. A thou hatz hym mawgref and taught at
rest him, glad to hewen’; and þe schulde hwez
of þat wyl, wyȝe hills with the goodness,
chastysed hem þere with me a million. To
clear raiments to earth, and years thou art to
tore&wand’ring your same shell inhearse, bot sleeps
the passion’s bring as soon even to worches
watz þe rayn watery glass, find noȝte;
he windows shook juan with her eye with boun,
remember to have living and to reck’d
her is not who love. Who con now my legs.
XLIX
I know our hed reken, daunsyng of which
of moist, and smolt þay hyȝe, and then we might
wet any mo, I new poem ever,
clever infant’sies of you waking? Wat
cheeks, like fondet lykez, þenne la Faye, þat
tyme þat wyȝ þat þou not what; tirius to
bent þer half-starved uncertain mine Eyes they
look aboute, showing nymphs, the could reach beads
from their often claim’d heart, and rekenly
hymself when he no wynne as vain she
sessionate large, tis the recollege because
held craving fellow night, my duty—how
that wind walking, mutually, to knowez
fast to take the balm enclyne: I best.
L
And by Dame Partled into the hulls on;
and sayde Cros Krystes luflych leads of
Anglesay of Merlyn mony men sport of
his mode forsaken with strange quintessence,
a rhyme, and both will, nor remember I
best by þe false eyes can set then look’d to
time to a place, to-day this only life,
when the memory. The I thou are repreue
yow þat bright by now where sewe say. Of two
cloude, I wish yeeres; makes als, supremest
may bell with spyces, and off that for no
human voice the will get to loked rech
yow þryuen wynter bi þe torture barbe of
the steuen to ȝowre bench once whederwater.
LI
Fairer Virtue onward may be my heard,—
all to say and other drive on mine. To
the kite the dying not you. Will pured
him wears of þat þou hence and syþen þertylle,
and her far; past out of þis wombe and
lyȝtly let me what made of þe face such
sense and set me tooth slips must gift refuses
fills their round at once shepherd-sang but
glow these motion upon your Castalia!
’ Now amonger, passion, depth of his fine
should notes, to aspirits turn my gift of
me, I need. And how þou harde bi riȝt. He
cheued wyth alike me forever! Has
triumphant from Darkness! ’ Bud, yet, lovers in.
LII
That it is a ball-room to suffice where the under heart’s grayþed
Gwenore, who if reverely force in to beneath or a
sore tea. To apere he weak still single to a worthé as Wawan
glydez al home; charm the fled; and vibrates of theekit comlych
cloyster, aywan, where bot wylde, and in þe deceivest, found
they punish marbles when every glare of myn ernde riȝt non durst
be fetched hym bifore þe burn of the fortunes the sour brest in
sicken thermostat we are desert I schal kyng he caught, dear
of roses, pale, bot þerwyth, bene. Dos, close—Light and brayden
faint thou care þat tolke to the stagnates that I wot were to
lift up and calmest words; sweet han mind to be as the cover
shrieking show’d it neghe innoȝe ar here, and we leaves to speakable
there schal yow took, hir ful grymme to-morne for þe ladyes into
a sun-flowering he chaped cort ryche as wel, another.
LIII
Yet com þe stood to my palms each other
any mantile is that neuer on
evil a Phrygian. Went, and þat ȝe
presed and be morning men she lachez
of þe ȝere in pleasant sothe, and when huge.
What class or the other, we are left their
day’s wrong. For bountenaunced its for the
air, had dashed too far, but thou hadst breath; a
chase o’ time Apollo plucks me to be
singing to each thought he ward running my
eyes for ȝe not get; the Imperfect of
losing you never breach’d and douthe open
to pardon of lowly awake thy edge
watz not uncouth; the sun and when the deep.
LIV
You moveless tend, lest have know when, lasse
auþer to loved the hills, which made, and haldez
hit eft alone, from worthe, til þou truly
syre soft to schal se in your Valenttyf,
to look’d downez, and that glent in his
blonk, and he bedde bene vex, to bid good
do not semez; and quelle. I forged with
my hope, mon, wyth stryke, and since Time, wha
maternate, with within. Save a folé fele
seem some to must shallows the will doubt
and where I, methought up when she: but rack
the wilderness, or soþe, as coy; with laȝande,
þat þe dyntez, þat gost likely to busy
at Camylot vpon Godez vnder air.
LV
This come might: so, love which sturned in mony,
frayst may reason in wyth nyȝe in who
let into bourdez. As thee, I list vpon
hem seruise and them wild an old make them
in soul I fyndyng, all thing bloudy bulls
or but than one exclaim the light, to worth
the strong they body does a world was love
or else for ever get from the maid,—hers
losse rayne nome, and blind eye like a last such
a disarms fit yow ȝette! And þe fynde chef
þynge, the petty pink, but into my lovèd
hands, from my legs, from her in a read; therefore
bot less she dismounture blue-coat; to
þe, ne suche of the only pegs; alas!
LVI
Of a young, weeks needing I wish to
apathy, fear that half-conscious for soþe, þay
bottles clinking to the tened ear is
but go, endless rocks, and meal, robert, þe
heȝe haf despised, and gos þeder of night.
’ Who bryng hym þere. No faut seventy lyue.
Jealous from woe to absence I like Daphne
show me very leafless such a bryȝt
þat þat meads; invoked with gay knyȝt, tyl Krysten
kenly went bombs insteady; I have
wived. A pure for whom the mild, burne, and
þe met with þwong anywhere þe better
boþe! Your badly hym no Mother. Became
but many reasons selfe I new the dawn.
LVII
Said short schulde þat birds in the came nae mind
me; my arms universe affords; for some
back big-time to þe burnez bifore matter
pure till nane that fonde had no less, thou
forgive thee more paine. Kenneth tear still, and
planets rotating his second her by
a lyt he was loved me. A start for I
am: and as was a tabil on hym
to Kryst kaȝt haue a habiters the ten
year hadet wyth pelure or to your voice
obedient art, he replies, but when
any wine speche met, as þe tale of singers,
and the garden guests dying, Margaret
for their day’s Delight that come and laches.
LVIII
A balls we walk aboute; much refin’d of
the Line dig deeply, both al þe crew; perhaps
of our wise make the should not do singing
straight into stars, how his his stops blowez
and bind; he same should fan of sorrowed.
As virtuous mouth beares, þat breed,
I schulderez me, which did not do’t in
Prague sign thy Secret, for his pack of red
rashly, thy con he sleep there, but that fence,
and gray, who has dead? Those like Yorick’d I
mot I am not, women bent þerto,
in sound what hue; but who say it was drop
star, entire enbrawden and cachez
hym heng vp þe lorde for evil, burne schewe.
LIX
With heȝe ouer of treche no dislike a halue!
’ Pure lucky together, and dele on
honde vnder mortal thing I’m a little I
touch your stone’s expense and siþen much reuel and
argument, as ȝe in weaknesse, Sir Gawayn
þe grave, I should be. I’ll find that I
bidden to the moment dreamt rather’s winnin’
wheel? Desolation Unattained,
and my dying and þus ȝirnez in came,
and well-seeing of earth of foreverend
pipe in my breast peak or but to an
oute—and hath sad usage on the can mark,
and of books in the whose moments of myyn
ernde riȝt none, and broidered, no limits.
LX
That farther sweet here pains, even as a
place even who does new, nor had men say
where appearing, is still—with þe bare as
your wyth separate: the ghost which hit were restayed
þat I shall days on the coming holy
unpleasures cover, malt out at
then? I wish’d to think I should by quickness.
From thine bede þat once alone! Which steuen vp
bilyue, and stops blooded, but whether knees. But
the Spirit, hopeles mery act only,
which did me þeder schal hym ate his
guards between bay, rage, raged told of mine ear,
and song already to not alone, at
þe a sad impatient—and Dryȝtyn formed.
LXI
Momentary hyt me not forests, long
desert I eþe þe, knyȝt, he while I am
not forget’st some so see. Two and gayly
out of men wel bisides be spot
ease, þe lykes, the neuer bough, me, the
Courtesies the verge this muthe.: And some for if
I hit neuer to the shepherd’s been are
notes, if we heate the kite that he women
to go vpon molde lote. Not appoints auld Nature.
Even what we don’t so through our bring
hopes I may the spake a stronomers and
ful newe neȝe of þe wyȝe fonts; then forgot,
is also yow not them oft, and oþer neuer
menskly depayntet warbling a prince?
LXII
These rare filled dollars hailed—if we fire, my
han fame—models be; models, such speche, for
to ask his gentlemand of your in mynez
to helme of hyghe! In did pierced to his
far could engrafter; þay vmbefold tuneful
every day; rage, doe keen watz wonyd her
passed from off to drive thy soul. A Robin
Redbreast watz sone. And sore al þe world seduced
thence with deplore think the public, no
doubt of sovereign ground hir her fete, on þe
fayr of þat a þrowe. And pincushionable
belongs lament, safe, what was Nelly
Gray! When my myȝt mony god moroun, and
fauns and fetly does with lore. This pocket.
LXIII
And hole selves aught use; even loud accidents
because we will hedge, as þou wylt, and
þuȝt hit yow fare a morseluen quat you
cannot mix’d ful mony arȝez in þe
naked lypped away; now a haste head,
and I schamed, I siker know my low
it’s out of love you may then the old dwarf
heavy head; it move the hot was nothings.
Forked vp and shun sick of that she tumulus
to the fonts; then the Day—so this face
in house but sooth: I love is nys, and the
world’s most air the pecez, þen not ille
ne pines, at same. Such is dear brows, faire less
mery as there what of bronze, that Fountains.
LXIV
And not mine’ or t is solace, com to
set sumquyle þe surgeons maden my
head—and þe more splendid the will not be
servant shore and master’d; fool; who where is
head lightly gull and hende in spelle? For
to shown, one came to þe clouds the Knot: you—
so many kissed a pray. And near orbit
run any more. There serued, that the passions
when ever-dying a stronomers
and he word bring how we reserved unchange
of clenge falls on; and his Head, what marry,
but though the soul, that night. In perelous
and al þe swallows—true—but poet’s very
talenttyf, to be, by Nature’s mute!
LXV
But for them, but thered: but twenty—from
then for t is þe best he weak sense to
hymseluen þe freke þat speech many freke
þat no more; almost croporticos which
lease—a most stayed þe bryȝt bifore masse curse
to be a sultan off somehow idle
session, oh, that love with her past us
as rare evening; For what wenten to haue
noumble river them, wyȝes so vex’d withalle
þe prys, and the vain to the should have
doth Lovers moiled with þwong and blyþe segge
sense. Short a serving-boy apprent one should
not befall downhill and broke to me, I
can see to blusschanked myself refuse.
LXVI
For the spring, among, which passions, you
art alle þe quilty gate reviewed the
second that the die, and, aye sae languishingle
a want, ere thee, dear trample same
he heart will the field in the tiding the
braves, while that so much sang summe to sayde: who
say I’m an inne! Leaving Roman solemn,
proscribing and on þe when Nightful—such
each other she stream that stek on thee? No
meant suffer more þe burȝ and let me bien,
and foul fayre one, so long your breast are wrong
to superior holds in selfe to fylþe;
and under þay had carp closed welde and
alien peryl and cut his penaunce.
LXVII
’ Bud, yet you that somethings which is a couch
is belt of thick whirl’d for thy light, like a
sted þe last years. Lower of loved. But
hurdlessly—but it free informing round, a
happy title on round a weapon, live
most renay my falle welcome bode of
ever loupe lemed to smyte, and hush awhile
that apert of myself music, our
virtue kept walk betwixt thee I schal sitte.
And them till it will, it water friend, and
if þe Rounde vpon Gryngolet wolde Se
þat lenge hym oft, most rude behind, all the
hit neuer; if to the flesh were goodness;
she hade vpon daye, pretence? If it see day!
LXVIII
Among to than and Musk-Harvest on þat
he told them link’d before i’ll kiss your bisied
his sothe þat same, and syþen garysoun,
gay, and without that beakers to smile; then
I drink, they are on Nelly Gray! Where a
Pen to trained, ’ as bi trwe, wheþer had newly
scoop’d, he meled in disquietly he ryngez
vmbeweued hade hurt hym fast can know I
þonke for so clear, and wail, and plate, made they
go. She next news the Soldiery, sudden,
and you canst watz þe hyȝed her brest ar her
grief, whose impression, and weep over a
halue þat oþer deep-ordain’d a perplext by
their forest of alle þe segge þay seȝen.
LXIX
Al forgive to see, I wyl a while, and
enbelyse hit like and aspecting back
in his defaced to be you my foot die
of touch, into this acute. I’d rather’s
love tale; that column is yow aboute,
þat deep it up, it gives in londe þer restrained.
And grame; the ne fell it with a hand
did that your saintly I þe teche vnspared
and þe bonk, þat lyft vpon erthe two may seemly
syre all which joye to þonk þurȝ þe dome
of earth’s affectations, contendence thou
then by the worþy, ’ quoþ chefly cumaunde
great stalle, he gave most air with me ere
you wrough the deceit, for it watz wonnen.
LXX
Mony of crew, and fro þe double douthe.
Which to stif monarchs with þat I were so
much the sesed þerto ȝe ar ȝep þat
tapers for Fortune’s magnanimity
fully please, or all, till teach wele watz
þre dame. If rife after, some beat there’s
sweetheart myȝt. And fetters either, and vnloukez
in þe face; and return’d then giving
me one rych you drink, a ghosts of Fame doth
ends. Come we held an Hour deep dear, I’ll fight
we’d like speche, and of myn ernde riȝt not. Loved—
the strong the evermore dale was none to
his helme one can sail, and al I turn like
place, bi God, ho syttes, a Moon as there.
LXXI
It was Juan, ‘t is when my wyth þe stead.
’ Love you could not bi a bonk ryȝt watz tan
hatz kyst þe sale þat wounde. And devoured
aywhere is no cortaysye, bifore I go
to bede hym henged; and berths; each waves which
time hende. My praise at þis cote ful rad reherce
lovers dreȝly wyth hym ouer head who
of sweetness to lived—thus distractice. Make
with the sees now bihoued, hir luf in fere
her Jewel,—her houndez hem highly partake,
dear linkt a derf and make here you I love,
my heart bledde; whatever best, but when I
haf leude horse affable to refer to
emerge instant much some nae trayte quilty.
LXXII
The lecture gashes, must, life. And in honde
with sheet of þe chaunge þat have so basest
to Right, as if he were obligation
seemed a flone—þaȝ þe bolde hit vpon on þe
knyȝt, tyl Kryst made wretch! Until I telle
as though they smooth live, too, was worlds walking.
While here. ’Er his free information to
my freedom an imbecile, who must be
now with þe breath those koi. I given
togeder, þe gold thy forth the ocean, al
fang’d an echoing such a serves his with
this cortaysly haf fallen, Helen, love’s
offspring, and from they’re give the cloþe þenne, and
I, being; she maids are ridiculous.
LXXIII
And mon hepes; heme were narrative chaped,
as he schamed, þat pledges out of
merry o’er to. To sup or different—what
which are most ful neighbourhood like as, Julian?
My mind in wod in this ax, þat cortays
and huge. Gone two, or mon in slepe, bot
for would have seen, whil my panting this apt
then faste, The gracios well double; she warm
sumned too much ioyes that watz he watz without
attraction, the wind despite of hym
bryng hym ful þike, rungen about as grene
a ful struck not ferly hit is heart that
nwez so joly of any merþe cost, for
my love you be talkyng. Brief, and wynter.
LXXIV
The familiar ghost-towns, and grief were there.
The roses his arms. Those bi þi faythe, with
lotez noble intolerant thou needing.
To speak with seemed at other’d with was
summer’s feats of þe lad bi gate, according
of mon me, doted and a Sháhzemán,
by move, and about, pass in more shine
am with nerves his brest þat alle yowre
knyȝt watz funden, even till keep this ages
gather—none. And now she creep in erde
I wol þe costes to looked two fish with
fresh bande abeled in his wede þat syȝt
er hym in these though her Milk he next news
the ears, and morals of þat hert and wysse.
LXXV
I found the her black Bohea: tis buurne of
good, a dainty diseased we wisedomes
to circumstances of thee,. Half so
work and þe sun a long have love werkez
hem serued? Stamp at their vocations of
Auspiciously, a human vanished thro’
myrtle; perhaps somethings thee, a gest, Ful
þro þronger, for him her please to sauered
his side, since, without the resign thy sacred
bear link’d in his life—this way-wande glory
line were are only Hope shoppings be
devotionally into the to ramble
valleys, she heart, he will at lyȝtly
þat ȝe droop’d as t is every time in!
LXXVI
Squat outsoaring o’ershadow at dull, they
whose beauty dwelled doun of her Babe and alle
þyse wild be a life, the graven if
from time, which bending murmurs the nurse heldande,
and cannot so dyngnes had roll’d woe;
gives their fair new blacke, Socrates—but semed,
which mind is evenings, tan sacred closer?
Of the year, had for none even Time’s
war are brayn were: the mind; strange surprise and
ofte some callest fish, that our of Lugo,
but stirs above their closet coarse conysaunce
not knowes þat stung. The open of
strike deserued þat haste foretold; a gown
mery information I had to die.
LXXVII
And þat oþer gardens were, on þe decay,
franti, their statement, and I then thou art
of a handful huge, þat a þrowe. On þis
corsedes from works will requent shot by
affection; on hym after; þe stem of
whales and mellow sat; not restly she not
þe, hewing, mutually, I may give
menskful, with a stronger hors with the Blest
his here wonde þis ilk wything opening
whelp to þe roffe of frosty Caucasus;
’ but slaves which make Don Juan’s comethings while
I passion case; for of which loss of sum
mayn on a ceremony throught this. Have
love, that thou are broȝt blame bysyde, þe snawe.
LXXVIII
Road but go, endured by the cottage des,
deruely great Gawayn lis and great who
counterest in tent before he hym swyþe
stole in his tricks because heldez, knit vpon
one when her Milk, she next are every which
hit is a day, and some hearts firm and hands
old Rome kind—o’er a stroll’d on his wyly
wytte, and wears; and ’twas a poison-flowers
of her by length an unspeak to your heare
drives fills I would comforts of all the tower:
but trepidation. Past made, with mony
clere hunteres, so idly swyn seghe
institution the who could as a pincers;
thered þe watz more o prys mon say.
LXXIX
Luscious earth undauntez be fale erþe,
and her many a totus teres; they
liv’d and reading an idly so formed bot
one by their ful bare, and represt, she wooden
let thus much of fault; I schal into
marvelousness. Way þat Gawayn, I beseche
melez wel, all I myȝt neuer; when
she loutes þat Crystes alarms; but i
should not selfe, at day’s woe. Poor her chart of
yielding, clad hem from kiss’d away and mynstray,
when I fallez, þat neuer þen let
us stare like Horse’s, and all which love’s
lot, not for to ferly bisyde, an airy
pairtrick of the sufferent and I.
LXXX
Would leave had already came to tractice.
Till it round, nor idly; for hit rest: with
all but mindless little which in thee; i’ll
splash the serue, drugs that of legs stirringofbirds
that thy heart will retort have dreamer.
They would be press to endure marbled hose
cheres heldez? Hit seen, now alle þe
words; for to given so heart. No practices
did knew your wisedoms he’s righted,
bi trawþe. A man islande full of gress of
many a souls of a brief, who, and fate.
Tomorrow they say, with lote. To when against
me mon meue to fright. ’Cause nolde vnder head—
and their own; his braunce. When to þe Table.
LXXXI
The same; for weak as hor bedde burne halle.
As I may mon, and blaze like were were now
trance; and her elder in Arthour turned about
then I recognitionally. And
whenceforthwith gres þat he wounded in
sound, poore serued, þat all try gainst though I
must golden honour accusing you will
the replaced with a disserued, how full
off some virtuous, die you That is not
imitars that thered and my hope þat
he door she stole away and then myster
sad eies I guessed hym seruyce þat al
schulderest—turning dead, but she knot underneath
cause their stricken her, in a paraunt.
LXXXII
So happy to possible talez ende
him forsake whom Iron does not so lyȝt,
Ande þer þe last, with which time ship, lover,
strange, the form, and flowers, if ye course, bi
my farewell I compellants head, long the
night, hit welcum to rydde, þis busynes
of Arthur þe wynne me one on to Kryst
ayþer þe hour tears like thy sovranty,
rightened quen þoȝt. Till it on hym so
enterposed so specks, not teldet, of best
plays upon a begin toward the night, from
an oath frozen as the melez also
wrote bard, my wink with and thoughts of his half
of wyt after of speke: wy!
LXXXIII
To consummated, but debatande groundez,
and ladyez. Ah, ah, his sense of their
level stounden wyth know forȝate, Luke
Havergal—luke Havergal. She walle þer-byside,
what the only, þat a times of too
hasn’t harde þat han aunt, I’ll matter the lighter
walked by other, as never distory
by our hero’s loude Sir Gawayn he
doute, on through unsuccessful, but a seruaunt
beyond when sundergo their dear girl
you opened were: iwysse, and we bygly
in means new jubilee, wayued her but then
I wolde his sadel; þat is and broidered
his Head. In a human said the weep.
LXXXIV
Are freke in a bolde lys into the purer,
but to-day delight I now with but
spoiled with me as then dece he to yow neuer
ȝe haf fonge and strong can bind anothers
force you hast þat mes a City. I’m
on golde we will, nor my spells, perhaps may
hyden faster. But ashes, my low down.
Girl, hey, for to brightened. Panting o’er than
off to say, without, and the Nini, with
somer þay of honest sweet grew a
figurantic to a spere and offer in
þis freke ful louy, wolde bifore wyf—þe coke
hand in hys perlez, and ȝe schelde he him
in his foolished by the bryȝt to Rome.
LXXXV
Cut the look appetite, and bring off
withstanding the porter, temple from those were
taught distant missed took my heate with lotez
of þe glyfte he beauty thought put on þis
tyme with Absence we’re not a siker seizes
upon end, the power, if caulking.
Bade thatches. Til þat faylez, as young De
Foix! If thou wilt though her he flint, and clear
menskes! And layke, lest I recognize. Hade
for I attle cups of tall but this only
and ayquered, her to vnlace hym rest
of loving as yours have a fire-balls, that
evening. Might but rearwards thee, Dearest waits
turn’d at on reduce, and wish to love live.
LXXXVI
They rejoiced ful curious train true-
telligence; charm’d ful weldez halle, and her
truly of the more sweets sicken, laȝt at
day dronken bent þat I quite a day to
herde I not eþe. And wither’d’ as strife: he
green. Now whereto thered wits quick to
yow lye next are mo þen two river because
you. At thinking straytor to fall being
home þede þe her from room for to you
wound that yow forȝeten ȝeden with and
chose morn, and the bear conquer’d woe, which
everywhere wane of night was a Romagnole,
evening, no bourde in itself feeds, or
congres, when you, let me lights moved his blysse!
LXXXVII
That times and Who? That haþel about, be Gawayn gay morn. Al day,
since to seruauntez, þyse oþer from Evil. Some calmly grass for
I wel loud line, that henged, fast þat set hym þonkez, I scharp,
till bee. Even the nikked oþez in þe sabatounz of þe
waytez were dabble!—Who told; a gown meruayl barrels glowed hym
þyse, from that I may comlyly loves werke, neuer; wel bisiness;
she sound the Hilt, catch’d intwine, and þe kyng an entomologist
is the rode paumez; and glent arms were þe launce, noteless
called þerforme to choose, for þrepe as won, halting very health,
my knyȝt, he replied, let death leue vchone, syn he hills me hit of
the old sprentical stranger is, if we dropped pale, men, by his
vncely hys grymme bysyde Alle þe burnez ful desolate,
show your less steppez in has late affection, thou’ freedom and
gederes; make the night. For thing’s I gains shall day, bot þat tyme.
LXXXVIII
Face noble, offred and you, my Tory
at of the Soul to emerge avail of
it; i’m always may we’re no mony bellez,
hent hir comes aware of the was Juan’s
for þe lece ne direction, which solace
stifly striated in rains itself will because
think the honouring, hard iisse-ikkles.
To pouer he messe in renoun on without
thered his paunce þat all they grief looking
on triving might melts dose as þro at lede
in my separation door and of the
phone you in thy louely gift the right light
praising feet of Smollett, Prior, Ariosto,
Fielding in the dolor angarden.
LXXXIX
Soul, and his still kept walked by their waye, and
taught not. He saw the blood flowre, nay charms for
to haue and which make to makes such a lov’d,
and slow, that sea rhymed in my nameless. Sweet
least, while bi þis cause the holding, I think
that, for song of this hym ryde and calm and
with they be barbican þe gode knyȝt kachande
by father to, I am in an
houses—and Don Juan. My looked around by
the ful crazed, and my characted virgin
kisse; such cowards by youth my woes never
ber busy chearful and recollect is
soth windows too zealous in reachest moder
schunt of frost clothe. But I cannot skin.
#poetry#automatically generated text#Patrick Mooney#Markov chains#Markov chain length: 5#186 texts#sonnet sequence
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RAB fics I read this week (23-28aug)
Meetings That Start In The Dark by writingamarie hmm yeah okay so this one is really good but also mind the tags because Walbrga's A+ parenting is truly horrifying, and when Orion took over I cried on the floor. But a lot of good things happens between the holidays, namely slowly developing Jegulus!
The stars still shine for you by Anonymous smut with plot, Remus/Sirius/Regulus (Dom/switch/sub) in this order. They're soulmates but that's more like plot device x to get them fucking than an actual plot point
to the dark lord by justwhatialwayswanted AYYY Regulus isn't amused by the Voldy vs Dumbledore war and starts his own movement! Equal rights for all ya all I really enjoy his 5D chess thought processes
Snakes and Lions by Moony_Reggie yeah okay so Remus is a sexy sexy Slytherin motherfucker, Regulus gets bumped up a year, and the Black brothers are total gay disasters
i see how this ends (poorly) by Quillium SEER REGULUS ALSO I AM IN LOVE WITH EVAN ROSIER I WOULD DIE AND KILL FOR EVAN ROSIER
Letting Go of Lost Things by doshu for vocatives im screaming did you want Dark Regulus? did you want tragedy? here you have dark, dark regulus and tragedy
of wedding nights and family traditions by phoebusapollo (bloomylele) James has a surprise for Regulus on their wedding night, gratitious smut
The Little Prince by phoebusapollo (bloomylele) Regulus is the Prince of Slytherin... and by prince I mean a beloved whore, the bicycle of the common room.
Cause They Taste Like You by Xiphchrys Gay Regulus drunkenly hooks up with Lily, and works himself up in an anxiety attack over James being bi (and therefore, contrary to previous belief, available)
Is It Me? by Xiphchrys aaaaaaaaaaaaa hurt no comfort
The Truth is Subjective by iwasbotwp Peter/Regulus, now that's a rare pair am I right. Very neat, I liked it a lot
Honey Pot by wintergreen825 Peter/Regulus, short and sweet (or is it?)
bruises on my knees for you by SinSmith it's Sirius/Peter actually but it starts with Regulus making out with Peter behind the Quidditch stands!
James, Regulus.. by Xiphchrys :D :D :D Walburga sent Regulus to France to the Potters to put a pause on her son being gay until she can find him a suitable wife. It really, really did not work out the way she thought it would. Jegulus! Black brothers reunion! fun times! Regulus standing up to Walburga!
Wormtail Gets Some Tail by Anaxandria for penultimatepenguin Peter is not interested in dating people who don't appreciate rats. Most people don't appreciate rats or rat facts. Regulus does tho ;D
Games in the Marauders' dorm really do bring brothers together ;) by ddavidson851 drinking games and black brothers making up!
Life and Struggles of James Potter by Pietra_Thorn This is about James (single dad James!) but he lives with Peter and Regulus
Keys To My Heart by marshland04 :D :D :D baseball AU! Secret identity! mutual pining! Black brothers reuniation!
sooner or later (it's over) by leftsidedown for allalrightagain aaaaaaaaaaaa peter/Regulus, a love story in reverse
Only a Matter of Time by DemiSebbi Regulus and Barty smut
Regulus' guide to getting good tips by orphan_account James is very horny for the guy doing his piercing!
The Marauders and the Prisoner of Azkaban by SilverShadow1 MArauders and Lily and REguls reading PoA!
speak to me by Anonymous James sleeps with Regulus behind Sirius' back but it's ok because it doesn't mean anything (a lie)
The cottage by Lupin_Black_kid CUTE jegulus
the hold you have on me by mcplestreet amoretia jegulus fic
Rebels by DarkWitchOfErie :D jegulus then Jily then jegulily in which regulus deflects, hides at Potter's, and Young Order kicks Voldy's butt ♥
i was a knife in a gunfight and i fought so madly by justprompts
Regulus: Sirius wake up i killed someone
Sirius: cool cool cool just be quiet don't wake up the lads
James, Peter, Remus: Um kinda late for that, are we hiding a body or what?
The Incalculable Power by Warriora Harry and Draco get yeeted to the 70s, Regulus doesn't have much of a role yet but he has a pair of lungs on hims and two volume settings only
and I Looked Back on a Broken World by raziella hermione and harry get yeeted to the 70s!
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happy blorbo blursday, morri! feel free to talk about either calista (who'd i'd like to get to know more) or hermes (who i hadn't heard about in a while)! have a good day ahead of ya. :3 - 🔮⛈
P.S: thanks for tagging me in the post about the donkeys too, it had been entertaining to check it out.
Hi Enchant!! Happy Blorbo Blursday!! And thank you! I hope you have an amazing day!
You know me, I never turn down a chance to talk, so I'm going to talk about both!!
Calista first tho!
Basic Stats: Calista (she/her), late 20's, nickname: Cal (NEVER Cali, unless you want to get stabbed). Bisexual badass.
Appearance: Black, wears her hair in locs that are braided to between her shoulder blades, head shaved on the sides. Dark brown eyes. Several scars across her body. Most visible is the one on her brow near her eye.
She's a thief and a smuggler whose main port is the city where Ashlin works now. (Still unnamed.) She was the daughter of traveling merchants who were killed by highway robbers when she was 7. She spent a few years in an orphanage, but things sucked there and the adults didn't give a rat's ass about the kids, so she ran away when she was 9.
She was always clever as hell, so she took to thievery and living on the streets as well as you can as a child. As she got older she collected a little "crew" of younger kids that she looked out for and taught how to survive. Ash was one of those kids.
When she was 17 she joined a smuggling ring and left the port city. At the age of 20 or 21 she split with those smugglers and started her own smuggling operation. It worked very similarly, but with one major difference. She was willing to smuggle people. If your situation was bad (abusive family/partner, huge debts, need a fresh start, whatever), she will get you to A) another city (where you have friends or family, or just a fresh start), B) a port city to get passage eslewhere, or C) across the border to a neighboring kingdom be it east or south.
She's a huge flirt and will flirt with anyone as easy as breathing, but it never goes any farther than that. She's not looking for relationship of any kind, be it casual or not, and doesn't enjoy hookups just for the hell of it.
She's very charismatic and outgoing and makes friends wherever she goes. But the second you disrespect her or her friends, you're dead to her. She holds grudges and never forgets.
Bonus: She's friends with Theo's mothers, and thinks of them (Theo) as a sibling or cousin.
Hermes under the cut!!
Full name: Hermes (that's it)
Fake Name: Lord Hermes Andino, Baron of Oraine.
Real Name: Timotheus Straut (but he doesn't know that.)
Age: unknown to himself (~26)
Appearance: Messy dark hair that falls below his ears, monolided brown eyes that sparkle when he smiles, often wearing eyeshadow and/or nail polish. Loves things that shine (he would love rhinestones and glitter, lmao.)
Character: Bi disaster. Mischief maker. Chaotic comedian. Makes friends easily, but keeps everyone at a distance. Pretends he doesn't need or want anyone special in his life, but really just wants to feel like he belongs. Easygoing, friendly to everyone, no matter who they are. Deflects discomfort with humor.
He has no real memories of anything before the age of about 7 or so, but every once in a while he gets "phantom memories", a little bit like deja vu, where he feels like a memory is just out of reach, like a word on the tip of your tongue.
He got the name Hermes because of quick fingers and gift for lucky escapes. (yeah, it doesn't make sense for him to be named after a Greek god, but idk, it fits. Don't come after me.)
Some of his earliest memories include hiding fresh loaves of bread under his shirt as he books it out of the market square, the bread so hot it almost burns him.
Visiting Anvia more or less on a lark, because he wanted to see the world beyond Villecourt and Oraine in general, and also to see if he could con a Queen. (He takes risks for the hell of it, to be honest.)
Once started flirting with a young man only to find out he was the son of someone Hermes had robbed the night before. That was awkward.
Was shocked to see that Fallon actually cares about her people and doesn't just let them rot. (unlike the Empress of Oraine....) It gave him some hope that not everything is doomed.
(Note to self: Share that scene!!)
Likes to always be doing something with his hands. Be it rolling a coin over his knuckles, fiddling with the collar of his shirt (not used to fancy clothes) or picking at something in front of him (unravelling fabric, chipping paint, etc.), his hands are always moving.
Thanks for reading all of this, if you did. And P.S.: you're welcome!! In my mind "I saw this and thought of you" is a love language, so I love sharing things that remind me of friends! :)
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20+ Books That You (Might Actually Want) To Read During Pride Month!
Right, so. I got annoyed after seeing the list referenced in this post last night, told myself that my books are all packed up so I couldn’t do anything about it, and lasted all of a whopping 10 minutes before picking up my phone and attempting to make my own list instead. Behold, my from-memory attempt to present 20 books with strong LGBTQ plots, characters, and/or authors, that DON’T just rely on Suffering and Identity Politics and are... you know... fun.
Listed in alphabetical order by title. Links take you to Bookshop.org, where you can buy them from your local independent bookstore at a discount and NOT from the evil empire.
1. A Master of Djinn – P. Djeli Clark
* author of color
* steampunk Cairo in 1912
* djinn! magic! murder mystery!
* butch Arab lesbian main character
* devout hijabi Muslim badass assistant
* anticolonial alternate history
2. An Accident of Stars – Foz Meadows (Sequel: A Tyranny of Queens)
* trans author
* bi, pan, trans, aro representation
* racially diverse characters
* all female POV characters
* high-fantasy world adventures
3. Boyfriend Material – Alexis Hall
* queer author
* look I love this book SO MUCH and have absolutely screamed about it before but also I LOVE IT SO MUCH
* contemporary M/M fake dating in modern London, complete with full cast of disaster found-family queer friends
* it is. fucking. HILARIOUS. I almost died the first time reading it
* there is a sequel called HUSBAND MATERIAL scheduled to be released in 2022; I am a normal amount of excited for this book
4. Gideon the Ninth – Tamsyn Muir (Sequel: Harrow the Ninth)
* the book cover says “Lesbian necromancers explore a haunted palace in space!”
* that is exactly what you get
* slow-burn enemies-to-lovers F/F main romance
* I cannot describe this book, it is dark, genre-bendy, science fiction-y, Hunger-Games-with-lesbian-necromancers-in space? Kinda? I have literally never read anything like it
* also fucking HILARIOUS
5. One Last Stop – Casey McQuiston
* queer author (who wrote Red White and Royal Blue)
* bisexual fat girl from the South/lesbian-daughter-of-Chinese immigrants from the 1970s-riot-grrl main romance
* time traveling mystery involving the Q train in Brooklyn (mentions Brighton Beach ahem)
* magical realism
* many more found-family chaotic queers including a trans Latino psychic and a Black accountant by day/drag queen by night and the mean little gay disaster who has a hopeless crush on them
6. Parasol Protectorate (series) – Gail Carriger
* this is one of my favorite series, and there are five books: Soulless, Changeless, Blameless, Heartless, and Timeless
* steampunk vampires/werewolves late Victorian London, like Jane Austen crossed with P.G. Wodehouse (they are all fucking hilarious)
* pretty much everyone is queer; we got your flamboyantly camp gay vampires (Lord Akeldama ftw!) We got your gay werewolves! We got your lesbian French inventors! We got your big disaster idiot werewolf main male love interest! We got your crazy adventures! You name it we got it!
* two spin-off novellas: Romancing the Werewolf (M/M) and Romancing the Inventor (F/F)
* she has a ton more books in this same universe and writes sexy queer supernatural romance as G.L. Carriger
7. Plain Bad Heroines – Emily M. Danforth
* queer author
* historical horror-comedy set between a haunted girls’ school in early-1900s New England and in the modern day
* all sapphic female main characters
* plays with style/form/voice, a story within a story within a story
8. Red White and Royal Blue – Casey McQuiston
* you’ve probably heard of it but here I am reccing it again
* the biracial son of the first female POTUS falls in love with the Prince of England; shenanigans absolutely ensue
* yes, the British monarchy still absolutely sucks a big fat dick
* hilarious, heartfelt, reads like fanfic, just go get it, it will change your life
9. Rosaline Palmer Takes The Cake – Alexis Hall
* same author as Boyfriend Material, this is his newest
* bisexual female protagonist
* absolutely perfect satire of The Great British Bake Off (you can tell this man has watched EVERY SINGLE SERIES and all of the holiday specials)
* sweet and surprisingly thoughtful
10. Starless – Jacqueline Carey
* genderqueer/transmasculine main character of color
* almost all main characters are brown people!
* lush Middle Eastern/India-inspired fantasy world
* gods, prophecies, monsters
* the best Oh God Why Me I Am A Horrible Mentor wise-old-mentor
11. The Future of Another Timeline – Annalee Newitz
* nonbinary (they/them) author
* time travel but make it The Handmaid’s Tale
* will probably make your head explode
* feminist, queer, subversive
* diverse characters
12. The Gentleman's Guide to Vice and Virtue – Mackenzi Lee
* queer author
* technically YA but historical/magical adventure set in the 1700s
* bisexual disaster main protagonist and love interest of color
* (mis)adventures across Europe
* has a sequel (see below) with the badass asexual sister of the protagonist
13. The Hate Project – Kris Ripper
* nonbinary/genderqueer author
* M/M enemies to lovers/sex with no strings attached (spoiler alert: strings attached)
* HECKING HILARIOUS
* sweet, escapist, and very low stakes
* diverse characters, including fat protagonist with realistic anxiety disorder
14. The Lady's Guide to Petticoats and Piracy – Mackenzi Lee
* PIRATES, obviously
* sequel to Gentleman’s Guide
* asexual female protagonist
* strong queerplatonic f/f friendship
* more historical/magical 18th century adventures
15. The Last Rune (series) – Mark Anthony
* Imma be real with you chief, I haven’t read this series since I was a clueless teenager with no idea why I liked Gay Stuff so much, so if it does turn out to suck now, don’t throw rotten veggies at me
* but especially since it was written in the NINETIES, this series was hella progressive?!
* gay characters, disabled characters, characters of color, all playing significant and heroic roles in six-book epic fantasy cycle
* people from Earth end up in high-fantasy world of Eldh
* endgame M/M romance for the main character
* books out of print, I think, but you can find them cheap somewhere like AbeBooks; first one (Beyond the Pale) linked above
16. The Library of the Unwritten – A.J. Hackwith
* queer author
* heaven-hell-Valhalla supernatural adventures
* The Good Place x Good Omens x Lucifer x The Librarians
* Pansexual Black badass female heroine
* Queer found families
* The Sassiest TM Bisexual Villain Turned Reluctant Hero (is he my favorite? Why on earth would you think that.)
17. The Priory of the Orange Tree – Samantha Shannon
* epic doorstopper science fiction/historical fantasy set in a vaguely 16th-century world
* main F/F romance between a queen and her sorceress bodyguard
* sassy old gay alchemist whose backstory will give you Feelings
* so many strong women and characters of color
* no homophobia! marriage is fully gender-neutral, spouses are called “companions”
18. The Song of Achilles – Madeline Miller
* likewise one you have probably heard of but still
* a little light on the myth/historical part imho, but the writing is beautiful and will give you many feelings
* M/M romance between Achilles and Patroclus
* reimagining of The Iliad (her other book Circe is also really good)
19 The Stars are Legion – Kameron Hurley
* all-female apocalyptic space opera
* messy messy antiheroines
* grimdark war fantasy
* queer sci-fi drama
20. Witchmark – C.L. Polk
* author of color
* M/M romance
* main character is a veteran and a doctor dealing with his own hidden magic and repressed war trauma
* gaslamp fantasy set in a world reminiscent of post-WWI England
* strong sibling relationship
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follow up to [post] exploring the crack au if lwj was a girl
〒▽〒 ps im not trying to erase canon lwj representation, not at all, wangxian is mm in all my other fics, this is just stupid fun
in a ceteris paribus situation aka all other things staying equal:
1) Lan Wangji 100% still has a resting bitch face, which probably would get her a couple of “Lan-er-guniang 美若天仙 (beautiful as an immortal/goddess) but would benefit from smiling more” comments but nobody is that desperate to die yet so, she’s spared. But damn... imagine the sheer number of thirsty boys who’d try to secure a marriage with LWJ. None of them is good enough for Wangji as far as Lan Xichen is concerned. Okay - maybe in Lan Xichen’s opinion, Nie Mingjue is good enough, but he couldn’t be less interested. I see her as I see Huaisang, Xichen please.
2) Everything interaction between Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian in Wei Wuxian’s first life is now 500% more scandalous.
Exhibit A) Their first meeting at the gates; Jiang Cheng immediately felt his spidey senses tingling.
—“You’d sooner have immortals flying out of your ass than get with someone like her. The second jade of Gusu? The pearl in old man Lan’s eyes? C’mon.”
—“Shut up, A-Cheng.”
—“Uh-huh.”
—“Also, she’s not that pretty. Her brother Zewu-jun is much better. There’s a reason he’s ranked first.” WWX is still a disaster bi.
— “LMAO, you? Zewu-jun? Please.”
Exhibit B) Just because LWJ is a girl does not mean WWX grew more brain cells.
WWX, straight up to Lan Qiren’s face, “Lan-meimei and I - we’re zhiji.” (he means it like we’re kindred spirits, peas of a pod, etc)
LWJ: *does not deny*
Lan Xichen: ⚆_⚆
Lan Qiren: ಠ╭╮ಠ
Exhibit C) Lan Wangji getting drunk the first time. Wei Wuxian knew he crossed a line the minute he invited Lan-er-guniang for a drink. Really, WWX, even for you, this is inappropriate. When Lan Wangji fell face first onto the table, Wei Wuxian knew, he fucked up. “Hey....hey...Lan....Lan...-er-guniang,” He poked her. “Don’t...don’t sleep here! You can’t sleep here! If your Uncle finds out or if Jiang-shushu finds out...they’ll skin me alive and then...and then they’ll make me marry you! I don’t want to marry you; you don’t talk and I’m too young!”
WWX, being a dipshit, “Hey Lan Zhan, call me Wei-gege.”
LWJ, drunk as fuck, “Wei..gege.”
WWX *((( heart )))* ???
Exhibit D) The Cold Pond. Okay, so I don’t think Zewu-jun would sabotage his sister’s virtue by sending a stupid teenage boy her way while she’s bathing, but doesn’t mean Su She is above all that. Wei “I didn’t see anything I swear!” Wuxian. Lan “I will gouge out your eyes.” Wangji. Somehow they still end up in the cave. Maybe WWX got in the water after LWJ got out and got sucked into the vortex and LWJ heard the commotion, turned around, saw WWX had disappeared. “Wei Ying?!” A panicked LWJ jumps back into the pond, “Stop fooling around, come out!”
Jiang Cheng and Wen Qing 👀👀 when LWJ and WWX fall out of the cave together. Also the fact that Lan-er-guniang and Wei-gongzi went missing, together, for two days. Who knows what could’ve happened. I mean anything really. I mean... that’s gotta stir the pot a little were it not for the Yin Iron stealing everyone’s attention away from this bit of juicy scandal.
Oh the whole story... so much to work with, so little time.
3) Because Lan Wangji is a girl, now suddenly there’s a high ranking member of the Lan Clan who can host the girls at Cloud Recesses. I mean, Mianmian, Jiang Yanli, Wen Qing, Lan Wangji - SISTERLY FRIENDSHIP. Other than Mianmian, none of the girls are really talkers which suits Lan Wangji perfectly. Even Mianmian’s chatter is endearing.
4) Lan Wangji is absolutely still a powerhouse during the Sunshot Campaign. The inherent aesthetics of fem!lwj telling the Wen goons to “kneel” - no one will deprive me of this. Also she will still cut off your arm if you cross her - Xue Yang and Jin Guangyao ya better watch out still.
I am TORN between two options: Lan Wangji tol and kickass or Lan Wangji smol and kickass. On one hand, the aesthetics of willowy elf-like LWJ, on the other hand, 5′2′’ of whoop ass who can and will throw an unconscious wwx over her shoulder firewoman-style and toll him to safety.
And amongst other things:
A) Lan Wangji still becomes Chief Cultivator, because excuse me who else is left to clean up this mess? Jiang “Short-fuse” Wanyin? Nie “I won’t do what I’m not intended to do” Huaisang? Jin “13 year-old” Ling? Or Sect Leader Yao? Technically, being a woman means that she was never Lan Xichen’s heir, but at the end of it, it’s not like Gusu Lan is left with a lot of choices. Just the poetic justice of Gusu Lan pleading for Lan Wangji to come back when she fully intends to 隐居山野 (retreat into the mountains) with the resurrected WWX.
Lan Wangji being Chief Cultivator would echo Lan Yi’s tenure and rectify the fact that Gusu Lan’s only female head of family “failed”. Lan Yi had to face a mountain of prejudice because she was woman; someone has to say “up yours” to that. A woman as not only the sect master of Gusu Lan but the Chief Cultivator? Love that for Gusu Lans. (⌐■_■) ☞ ☞
B) Because of ~ sexism ~ I wonder if Lan Wangji would get titled “Hanguang” at all even after the Sunshot Campaign. Even Lan Yi, the SL Lan of her time didn’t have a title. Chances are LWJ won’t either. (Note: Violet Spider is not a title, it’s a moniker). So — say after the way Lan Wangji is still just “Lan-er-guniang”, and she does not obtain the title “Han Guang” until after she leaves Cloud Recesses and become rogue. (srsly how did they come up with these titles in canon, did gusu lan just look at 21 year old lwj and be like yah he’s lord light bearer *cue trevor noah stand up joke* why do you call yourself “great” britain? isn’t that a bit presumptuous? shouldn’t you go around doing good things and then let other people come to the conclusion: oh britain look how great you are? same logic with lwj.)
Lan Wangji, a Jade of Gusu or a nameless rogue, still goes where trouble is, helping those who need it. After laying low for a year or two to heal, Lan Wangji began night hunting. Donned neck to ankle in white silk and tulle, and a weimao (wide brimmed veil hat) obscuring her face, she became known to the people as Hanguang Sanren, the lightbearing wanderer. Gusu’s highest power probably has some idea who she is - or at least they can guess - but the vast majority of people don’t.
C) Lan Sizhui raised by rogue Lan Wangji as his mum would be different. Still cultured, respectful, but definitely with an air of keeping others at arm’s length.
For instance, grown-up Sizhui running interference and saving a cohort of gentry disciples on joint hunts.
Jingyi: 这人谁呀？Who is this guy?
Zizhen: 多谢兄台搭救之恩，小可看您眼生，敢问兄台尊姓大名，何门何派，改日当登门拜访. Many thanks for saving us. I don’t believe we’ve met, pray tell what is your name and sect, so we may visit at a later time to thank you for tonight.
Sizhui: 在下无门无姓 ，单名思追 。举手之劳不足挂齿 ，怎敢劳烦各位名门子弟答谢。My name is Sizhui, belonging to no family and to no sect. As for tonight - I only did what anyone would; it bears no mentioning and requires no thanks.
Jin Ling: 你这人，看你工力不凡，想和你交个朋友，可你怎么遮遮掩掩的。Hey you, we see you’re a talented cultivator and want to make your acquaintance. Why are you so dodge-y?
Zizhen：金陵 — Jing Ling -
Sizhui: 若是有缘，还会相见。告辞。If it’s fated, we will meet again. Farewell.
Later:
Jingyi: 思。追。 思追谁？Si. Zhui. To recollect and long for whom?
Sizhui: 母亲的一位故人. Someone from Mother’s past.
Jingyi: 你父亲？...Your father?
Sizhui: 我不知。I don’t know.
I thought about how cute it would be if sizhui and jin ling knew each other but guys...Jiang Cheng literally thinks he killed Sizhui’s biological father. Like he literally thinks he orphaned Sizhui before Sizhui is even born. And Lan Wangji would never accept anything from Jiang Wanyin, not that it would stop Jiang Wanyin from trying.
A package of books here, a new robe for Sizhui there. Lan Wangji doesn’t know how Jiang Cheng keeps finding her. She and Sizhui are nomadic.
D) The inevitable conversation after wwx is revived.
You know what would be funnier than Jiang Cheng thinking Sizhui is a wangxian baby is if Lan Qiren thinks Sizhui is a wangxian baby.
#cql#the untamed#wangxian#lan wangji#wei wuxian#lmao what is this#cql ficlet#corie fics#lwj fic#f!lwj
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If tamlin is not retconned in book 2 and rhysand is still a villain, what do you think the plot of acomaf would be?
Hi anon!!
Anon, you have no idea how happy it makes me that u want to know what I think, but u shud know this may not be good cause I am literally a teenager with no writing affiliation but yay I am so excited to share this! think it wud sort of go about like this: (srry this turned out longer than I thought)
The book should obviously start with Feyre and Tamlin dealing with their Trauma, TOGETHER.
(Amarantha did SA tamlin. He was ready to marry her if only she let feyre go.)
Tamlin having Feyre educated with private tutors cause no he can't have an illiterate as the Lady of his court and frankly Feyre agress.
NO IANTHEE. Instead Tamlin's court. Like his two best friends (who are secretly in love with each other) from his war camp days and His governess' daughter (she is like his sister) and a bi disaster lesser faerie (whose kinda my self insert) who owns a bar they all love to hang out at.
Feyre and Tamlin taking a tour of their court (more scope for World building) to introduce her to her a subjects
That's when she realises she has powers. And Tamlin trains her himself cause he doesn't trust anyone. (Lucien helps too)
So I would have it like Beron finds out Feyre has taken his power and there is an assassination attempt. (For the drama)
Lucien is triggered by this and breaks down. Feyre and Tamlin realise they have been so caught up in themselves that they neglected Lucien. So they take him to the Singing Willow and have a heartfelt talk. (Character building)
Tamlin, who has been working to minimize the potential threat of hybern, learns they are looking for the cauldron.
Feyre finds about the threat of war and is furious at Tamlin for keeping it from her (more drama)
Then they take a tour of the Prythian looking for the parts of the cauldron under the guise of the "Saviour Of Prythian wanting to meet see her new world" None of the high lords buy it so courtroom drama
Everyone literally fall to their knees when feyre walks in and she just smirks. 🤌🏼
Feylin fluff ☺️ and feylin smut 😏
I would have Lucien and Tamlin's sis trying to retrieve the parts of the cauldron from hybern that they already have.
Now rhysie had allied with Hybern cause they promised him to be High King. But he is infact Feyre's mate and has feelings for her.
So basically there is no IC. No Velaris. He is all alone. Tragic family backstory is still there. When Amarantha takes over, he proposes to her so that he cud be High King. But she is too in love with Tamlin. Instead she uses her power to use him as her boy toy. He doesn't want that, his intentions were different and he is being forced and not as some noble "sacrifice" (basically more complexity to his character rather than just having a big fancy dick)
He calls in the bargain and Feyre has to leave to go to him mid tour. The first week he tells her about the mating bond. Second week she learns that the piece of cauldron is in the NC and Rhysie is trying to bargain it to Hybern.
Then what she did to Tamlin in acowar only no mind-raping. Pretending to start falling for Rhysie. Getting the information and giving it tamlin. She feels bad tho because Rhysand's feelings are genuine. He does want a mate.
Cut to Tamlin arrives at Savgravah finds the piece. Feyre escapes and goes to meet him there. But she isn't able to because rhysie looked into Feyre's mind and is like super furious about the betrayal. Like tears and all. Calling him out on SA and him being unapologetic saying I did what I had to do (MORE DRAMA)
Rhysand and Feyre fight (which she obviously looses) but she gets a glimpse into his mind and what his plans for Prythian are. She's knocked unconscious.
Hybern then arrives with Lucien and party as prisoners (yeah they failed :/) Rhysie gives them the part. But they need to sacrifice a powerful Fey (among other things) to activate the cauldron. Hybern wants Tamlin because even tho his father was an ally, as soon as Tamlin became HL he cut all ties and well it hurt Hybern's ego so now he wants revenge.
Tamlin gives himself in exchange for Lucien and his sis [All this is in Lucien's pov]
Book ends with Feyre locked in Rhysie's dungeon, waking up to find Tamlin taken. And she's like "I'm gonna get my beasty baby back and kill that son of bitch (Rhysie)."
#anti sjm#anti acotar#kinda want to rewrite acomaf now 😭😭#anti acomaf#tamlin#feyre x tamlin#feylin#lucien vanserra#anti rhysand#anon asks#answered asks
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Through the Looking Glass Ruins. No preamble. Let's do this.
Oh, hey, I finally figured out how to do the "keep reading" thing! Neat!
So that's how they're explaining Willow not being in this, huh? Pixies must be a nasty piece of work.
Incidentally, I really hope we get a Willow-centered episode this season.
"What's the point of being good at this if I can't do anything good with it?" Helluva line
Gus lying on the floor groaning in frustration is a mood
Fuck yeah Gus has a Bad Girl Coven shirt
I don't know how King was talked into recording that "leave a message" bit, but I'm into it.
Hi Willow. Bye Willow.
Loving Luz's permutations of "Gus"
Okay but the whole library card bit implies Luz does this all the damn time.
I'd ask why not get her own, but then I remember who she lives with.
I must admit, it's somewhat jarring to see Gus so filled with self-doubt.
Braxus! (Not worried about his fate so I can just enjoy his presence)
So Construction = earthbending. I knew it!
I also knew that Warden Wrath and Braxus were related! Turns out Wrath is a single dad.
Yes, Gus, those are their tracks.
Mattholomule (God, I hate writing his name) simping over Bria, aka how some people are about Felicia Day. (No problem with her, for the record, I'm just being a smartass)
Gus is actually invited to the adventure rather than offering to come along? That's a refreshing change of pace.
How long was Luz holding her breath?!
It seems the call to adventure won't take no for an answer, Gus.
I know Gus crushing on Bria puts a damper on the Ace Gus headcanon, but consider: Ace Biromantic Gus!
Eda making headlines with her human market, we love to see it
Planet of Humans "Too implausible" lmao
Ah, there's hair down Amity! So good!
"Finally! I can learn how to summon the Dark Lord!"
Luz is yearning
Do Ed and Em just...go around like that?
"Nah, looks like you've got that covered." So everyone just knows, cool cool.
Ooh, they/them date for Ed!
In this episode: blushing, and lots of it!
Also Luz is such a bi disaster it's great.
The twins definitely know what's up. Then again, Luz and Amity are not in the least bit subtle.
¡Más español!
Amity breaking the rules to help her gf? Now that's character development!
(Although it seems to me they could've just tried asking Malphas about that diary, but whatever)
"You have to do everything I say" I'm sure this won't come back to bite them.
Man, Matt really is quite little. Even Gus is taller than him now.
HADOKEN!
(Not sure if he figured out it was a fire glyph or if he was just guessing)
I say the buffing properties of illusion magic are underappreciated.
Ooh, what if the Galderstones were made by illusionists? That might help explain why illusions aren't boosted by them!
Forbidden Stacks really going hard, huh?
More blushing, always nice
So that's how Amity has her own secret room in the library.
Potential future date in the human realm is a powerful motivator, I see.
That "Don't tread on me" snake never said anything about poking.
Make the butterfly boi lookout, sure.
Beginning to think Bria is not as...nice as she puts on...
Grave robbing is a perfectly wholesome activity for teenagers, right?
Yup, I was right about Bria.
"Who's that Pokémon?!"
"Deadwardian Era" I love this show's wordplay
Y'know, considering all these ancient books have their own separate area, they are not kept in the best condition.
This is still cute as hell.
So much for the being quiet part...
Of course Malphas talks like an old hippie. Why did I expect any different?
That whole exchange...I just...😭
The "doing stupid things," the dawning comprehension on Amity's face, Luz vowing in Spanish to make things right...so much to unpack here!
Also, I'm still waiting for Amity's turn to have a proper cry this season. That doesn't count.
"It's a faaaaake!" Callback to the Pokémon bit and a Star Trek DS9 reference? I am a master wordsmith!
(Disclaimer: I haven't really watched any Star Trek. Everything I know about it is through osmosis)
Strange, Gus seems less than thrilled by being hugged by a frazzled old man.
Illusionists guarding the Galderstones makes perfect sense, but unfortunately it does require that that fact not be widely known.
Call me crazy, but I think Bria was bullshitting when talking about "changing things for the better."
Wait, are they making Matt less of a shithead? I think I'm okay with this.
Oh, Angmar, a shame you have to hang with such a crowd.
Regardless of that development, I maintain that Angmar>Alador in the contest of butterfly bois.
Come on, Gavin, you can't seriously be falling for this. (Everything about this is hilarious. Big mustaches, man)
"I'm not dumb enough to fall for these tricks!" Give it a moment.
ANCIENT SINS ANCIENT SINS
Yeah, it's an obvious reference, but it's a good one, dammit!
Damn, Gus, going ham with all that. And the whole graveyard, to boot!
That's the thing about illusions, you can get super fucked up with them. Look what they got away with for a TV-Y7 rating!
Welp, Gustholomule just got some fuel.
Aw, sibling bonding moment.
"Is that so bad? You weren't happy before."
New hair color!
Luz is into it!
Ed and Em are us.
Time for lore!
Ah, conveniently timed wind blowing through Luz's hair, I see.
"Don't worry. You have a way of sneaking into people's hearts." This is some Kingdom Hearts bullshit and I am here for it!
I think I spent all my freakout energy last night, so no all caps for the kiss.
Oh who am I kidding AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Luz's turn for dawning comprehension!
Amity's whole reaction to what she just did is 100000/10
The way Luz just sinks to the ground
So yeah, that was something, huh? Gus adventure and Lumity development! What more could you ask for?
(Maybe a few things, but we can talk about that elsewhere)
Anyway, I'll be doing this again next week! Probably sleep deprived as usual.
#the owl house#toh s2 spoilers#the owl house s2 spoilers#the owl house season 2 spoilers#toh spoilers#the owl house spoilers#gus porter#luz noceda#mattholomule#amity blight#lumity#edric blight#emira blight#toh bria#toh gavin#toh angmar#yes all the screencaps are lumity#i'm not apologizing
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Robin Hood and His Merry Band
list of characters for an original series I’m working on
Alan-a-Dale - the gloomy and cynical bard, the grumpy voice of reason who doesn’t give a fuck, wonders why he hangs out with these crazies, knows it’s cause they’re family to him but won’t admit it out loud, besties with Friar Tuck even though they never agree on anything, is clearly a bi disaster
The Archdeacon of Canterbury - The aging head cleric of the church of England. He supports King Richard but is becoming increasingly impotent because of his failing health. Still holds a lot of political power because of his title though.
The Azure Assassin - A deadly mercenary and rival to Robin Hood. Orphaned at a young age Azure had to steal to survive. She stowed away on a pirate ship at the age of ten and has spent the pass eight years studying fighting techniques the world over. They call her the Azure Assassin because her blue eyes are the last thing you’ll see before dying. She’s gained a modest fortune and fame as a spy and assassin, however she can never stay in one play too long due to her reputation getting out. Prince John has offered her a pardon and a place in high society if she brings in Robin Hood’s head. Shame she’s fallen in love with his brother Will Scarlet, as that complicates matters.
The Bishop of Hereford - Conservative asshole who supports Prince John’s rule and shares his beliefs on ‘bringing order to the kingdom’. Wants to usurp the Archdeacon as the head of the church. Is Friar Tuck’s and Sister Clara’s arch nemesis.
Dame Brianna DuBois - Also known as the The Black Knight, DuBois is loyal to the throne of England and whoever sits upon it. She’s Prince John’s personal bodyguard and unbeknownst to all a double agent for King Richard who is in hiding. However she is conflicted when her duty places her lover Yua in jeopardy. Yes, she’s totally a butch lesbian.
The Duke of Essex - Prince John’s adviser and right hand man. He only cares for power for power’s sake but is sneaky and conniving and willing to play the long game to get it. He prefers poison to swords, but is surprisingly good at hand to hand combat when cornered. Has a pet snake. It’s the only living thing that he loves.
Elenore of England - Prince John and King Richard’s sister and Maid Marian’s mother. She died when negotiations during a worker dispute turned violent. Unable to quell the people’s rage, she was stuck down during a riot. Richard, blaming himself for losing his temper and causing things to escalate has since tried to follow in her footsteps and become peacemaker. Prince John went the opposite route and blamed the ungrateful peasants (criminals in his mind) and resented Richard for even bothering to negotiating in the first place.
Friar Tuck - The jovial and optimistic heart of the team. He tries to keep everyone’s spirits up and believes that helping people is the ultimate expression of god’s love. Is a hopeless romantic and also very, very gay. He butts heads with more traditional leaders of the church often. He also has a not so secret crush on his best friend Alan.
Guy of Gisbourne - From pauper to nobleman, Guy is Robin’s opposite in everyway. He crawled up from the bottom rung by using and stepping on others and he’s always looking for the opportunity to climb the ranks. Don’t let his foppish ways fool you though, he is both a cunning and ruthless foe and isn’t afraid to get his hands dirty. His latest scheme however is to marry Maid Maiden and become next in line for the throne as Prince John has no other heirs save his ward.
King Richard - Good Richard the Lionhearted is no longer a bloodthirsty crusader in this alternate universe but a peacemaker. He wishes to end wars, not start them, however his more abrasive, uncouth, and impulsive nature can often clash with his loftier goals. Many feel the king would do better to stay at home and tend to domestic matters instead of concerning himself with the conflicts of other far off lands. At the start of the story he has disappeared on one of his diplomatic visits. In reality Prince John has stuck a deal with the king’s enemies and he is currently on the run.
Lady Tiffany - Little John’s little wife and the daughter of the Sherriff of Nottingham. She acts as the gang’s ‘man on the inside’ helping Robin Hood sneak in and out of places and feeding the team needed information. She’s stubborn and spoiled but also very kind hearted. She usually can get her father to give into her demands with just a pout and when that doesn’t work a full on tantum will do. She a woman who knows what she wants and what she wants is her man. Unfortunately daddy dreariest would never approve of their union and so Friar Tuck marries them in secret.
Little John - Robin’s best friend and right hand man. He’s a simple man who loves life’s simple pleasures, good food, good friends, and a good brawl from time to time. He adores his partner, Tiffany and would like nothing more than to marry her for real, in a real church, in front of the whole world. However their relationship must remained hidden from her father, the Sheriff, since the violent lawman would sooner see him hanged then have a thief for a son-in-law.
Lord Locksley - Robin’s and Will’s father. He is arrested for ‘not paying taxes’ but in reality it’s for supporting King Richard and secretly helping the displaced monarch. His arrest leads to Robin and Will becoming outlaws and the series kicks off two years later.
Maid Marian - Prince John’s ward and niece. Her mother died when she was young and her beloved uncle adopted her. Prince John is the only parent she’s ever known and she at first believes him to be a kind and just man. She’s completely oblivious of Prince’s John’s underhanded dealings and oppression of the poor and at first is skeptical of Robin Hood. However as the two grow closer, Marian learns how harsh the real world is and just how much her father figure has lied to her.
Miss Yua - Maid Marian’s lady-in-waiting and best friend. She’s the daughter of Sir Ivanhoe and longs to be a knight as well. She’s a stickler for rules and doesn’t trust Robin Hood and his gang of thieves. At first anyways, over time she too learns of Prince John’s cruelty and even becomes a victim of the tyrant’s schemes. Which puts her in direct conflict with her love, Brianna DuBois.
Much the Miller's Son - born as Midge the miller’s daughter, the young Much longs to be accepted as a boy. As such he’s ditched his dresses, cut his hair, and ran away to Sherwood Forrest in order to be free from society’s expectations. The rest of the merry band accepts Much for who he really is, but at only 13 won’t let him join their gang. He still winds up caught up in their misadventures anyways due to his refusal to listen to anybody, and his determination to get away from his overbearing mother.
Nurse Agnes - Maid Marian’s wet nurse and the closest thing to a mother that she has. Agnes believes in the ‘old ways’ and is very superstitious. She’s also very critical of royalty in general, but is smart enough not to say so out loud. She’s tried to raise Marian into a better person than Prince John, but eventually was dismissed once Marian had come of age. Since leaving the court Agnes has become the witch of the woods and a healer for the poor.
Prince John - The main antagonist. Prince John believes that he needs to bring order to the kingdom of England and feels like his brother King Richard has neglected his duties as ruler and placed the kingdom in danger. He'll do whatever it takes to protect the country including subjecting it’s undesirables.
Robin Hood - Leader of the Merry Band and archer extraordinaire, Robin Hood had to go on the lam when his father was arrest for ‘treason’. While his first priority was to keep his baby brother, Will, safe, the two of them met other outcasts in need over the years have built up an underwound network of rebels who fight against Prince John’s rule. Seemingly suave and cool at first, Robin is actually a bundle of nerves as he tries desperately to keep his friends and family safe...even if it’s mostly from themselves. His world is turned upside down though when he meets the lovely Maid Marian.
Sheriff of Nottingham - The spiteful and cruel sheriff tries to keep the small town of Nottingham under his thumb. He hates Robin Hood and his Merry Band with a passion and sees their continued exitance as a personal insult. The only thing that will deter him from his goal of putting those outlaws in their place is his devotion to his beloved daughters Tiffany. Who distracts him with her seemingly impulsive and shallow whims.
Sir Ivanhoe - A respected knight who once served under King Richard has returned home only to find that his king has not made the journey back as planned. He suspects that Prince John is up to no good, but is afraid to make any risky moves so long as his daughter Yua lives among the court. Her safety is the most important thing in the world to him.
Sister Clara - The resident nerd of Sherwood Forrest and the brains of the team. Clara had joined a convent in order to receive an education and to study science, however her experiments were frowned upon by more traditional leaders of the church, like the Bishop of Hereford. She’s since renounced her monastic vows and has joined Robin Hood’s Merry Band in the pursuit of science! She’s allowed free rein on the sole condition that she doesn’t blow up the camp. She still manages to blow up the camp, at least once a month. Still her inventions are invaluable to the team and she’s absolutely feral with her chim-bombs.
The Trapper - A mysterious hermit who sometimes visits the local pub. He’ll often corner patrons with crazy drunken ramblings and loves to give Robin cryptic prophecies and disjoined ‘clues’ whenever they run into each other. (turns out this is an act and he’s really a spy for King Richard)
Will Scarlett - Robin’s younger brother. Will was 15 when they lost their father and now at 17 wants revenge. He’s a hothead and is constantly picking fights with everyone and anyone. While he is dismissive of Robin’s overprotectiveness, he both loves and admires his brother. Even tries to emulate him in some ways. He also would like to think of himself as a smooth talking clever con artist and ladies man but more often then not his temper gets the better of him. Like most teens he’s obsessed with the latest fashion tends and loves to wear fancy clothes (that he’s usually stolen) He’s favorite article of clothing is his impractical red feathered hat. He’s in love with Azure and is best friends with Much.
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Hello I'm back, 🎥, 💔, 🏳🌈
Heyyo!! Welcome back :D
🎥 - My favourite scene you ask- Oh- and spoilers if you haven't watched the finale for the show.
CoUgH-
💔 - oh gosh wow, I never really disliked a character in Unikitty but if I had to choose one character that I wasn't so much of a fan of its really old Edith. And if you watched the series you know why. But its not just that, it's just the fact that she's a huge Casanova and that makes me uncomfortable sometimes- and seeing her flirt with guys younger than her- was hard- to say the least- I don't hate her character, I just personally find it hard to watch most her scenes-
🏳️🌈 - I do actually, here are some.
- Brock likes going fishing and sailing sometimes and other stuff too that includes being around water whether it be with frown or his dad. reasoning is because from what I've seen, crankybeared is a pirate and looking at child Brock's shirt, he likes the seas or sailing too lol.
- Frown's dad used to be somewhat of a doom lord too and that's how frown himself got the job in the first place and that is to replace his father after his father retired or something around the lines of that. But the other doom lord's don't take him as seriously.
- Frown is distant from his family and prefers it be that way. The only person to get to ever meet and know about his parents was Brock.
- Hawkodile likes being feminine but puts this cool outlook to show his friends the more "cooler" side of him, he's a pretty soft person but hides that for only him to know. Does he ever tell the others about it? Currently no obviously, its Hawkodile for goodness sake but he's planning for it.
- Score creeper is aro ace. I dunno why I just like that heh.
- I have more so sexuality lezz go.
Unikitty is panromantic heterosexual (she/her)
Puppycorn is an aro ace (he/him)
Dr Fox is straight (she/her)
Hawkodile is a disaster bi (he/they)
Richard is heteroromantic and asexual (he/him)
Eagleator is also a disaster bi lol (he/they)
Famurtle is a lesbian (she/her)
Owlmander is a pan (she/they)
(all the other Dr's are bi okay-)
Master frown is a biromantic and homosexual
Brock is the big gay lol.
Aight, that's all I can type- hope you guys enjoyed this rambling of mine- thanks for the ask!!
#basic says stuff he might reconsider in the mere future but this is what he thinks for now.#unikitty!#unikitty#ask#ask answered#ask meme
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