#v: listen to the cries of the planet

[sacredflorist]

Continued from x | @obscureign

To: Mr. President!!!! 👨‍💼💵

[ 📲 Aerith: ]  Awwww! You don't like a compliment ? I think you always look very good, you know! GEORGEOUS MR. PRESIDENT! [ 📲 Aerith: ]  Who's available for me right now ? It's boring! [ 📲 Aerith: ]  It's impossible that Reno, Rude AND Tseng are out of Midgar at the same time, right ? Who's watching over me now ? A stranger ? [ 📲 Aerith: ]  But maybe you'd like to visit the slums ? I'd like to show you around! I'm sure the citizens would appreciate!

#i'm still laughing at you accidentally unfollowing me because of too many boops #THE BETRAYAL 😂😂 #also i had to reply to this of course gfdgd #coolranch wants to have a lil chat mr. president! #or just... attention LOL #rp #obscureign #v: listen to the cries of the planet

[xylianasblog]

Accidents are bound to happen.

Pairings: Aged up! Spider Socorro x Fem human reader

Summary: A day out didn’t go as planned but that’s okay because spider is there to save the day.

Warnings: MDNI, accidental stimulation, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, cream-pie.

♥ 18+ ♥ no minors! ♥ 18+ ♥ no minors! ♥ 18+ ♥ no minors! ♥ 18+ ♥

Spider stood in front of you dressed in his usual attire, his loincloth and body adorned with his signature blue stripes. His dirty blond hair was done in neater dreads, only difference was the slight bit of stubble that grew on his face. His build is more filled out now that he is older, and his muscles are defined. You tried to keep from looking down at his body as he spoke.

“Come on!” He groaned the desperation loud and clear. “Just for a bit then I’ll have you back soon. Just this once please!” He begged.

You rolled your eyes, an exasperated sigh leaving your parted lips as you stood up throwing your pillow down on your bed. “Fine but only for a little.” You caved. “Now leave so I can get dressed.” You pushed at his arm, pushing him in the direction of your bedroom door.

He left with a chuckle leaving you all alone. You moved around your small bedroom, rummaging around the dressers and pulling out decent enough clothes to wear. You settled on an oversized T-shirt and shorts, with a matching light purple lace bra and pantie set. You weren’t nearly as comfortable about wearing traditional clothing like spider was so you settled on normal human clothing. Grabbed all your things you hurried to take a shower before leaving for the day.

Once you were ready you met Spider by the doors. You watched his eyes rack over your outfit, his eyes glued to your thighs. “Okay y/n let’s go!” He threw your mask at you just as he secured his onto his face he was out the door with you trailing behind.

The walk was peaceful, you always enjoyed walking through the giant forest of Pandora. Everything was so vibrant and full of life it filled your heart. You were so distracted by your surroundings you were aware of where you were rubbing when you tripped over a tree branch.

“Fuck..” you cried out as you felt the immediate pain of your muscles and ankle. You sighed softly as you tried moving your leg, only to wince in pain.

“Ouch.. that doesn’t look so good. That’s a pretty good sprain.” Spider mumbled as he crouched down beside you. His hands gently touching and probing at your ankle. “Alright. Let’s go.” He moved over placing a hand under your legs and the other around your waist as he lifted you up with ease.

“Back to camp, we go.”

You couldn’t tell if he was upset about your clumsiness but you didn’t ask or say anything about it. Laying your head on his chest, your eyes closed as you listened to his steady breathing. You were aware of just how swiftly the spider moved through the woods as if he were one of the people instead of a human male on a planet he didn’t belong.

You woke with a start not even realizing you had fallen asleep to begin with. The only reason you woke up is because you felt yourself being laid on your stomach. “Don’t move so much im gonna wrap your ankle then massage your thighs and legs.” Spoke to Spider once he had you where he needed you.

You could hear him rummaging around your room gathering the material he needed. The sound of clacking filled your ears as he set everything down on the dresser beside your small bed.

“I need to take your shorts off.” He whispered.

You only gave a small little nod, only lifting your hips so he could slide your shorts up. There was definitely a dull ache in your muscles that needed to be worked out. And in this instance, you were thankful for Spider. “Thanks, Spider..” you mumbled as you felt him beginning to properly wrap your ankle.

His touch was gentle, he made sure to be mindful of your ankle as he wrapped you. Once he finished he grabbed a balm that he uses to each his aches and sores. “I’m going to rub your leg now..” he told you, narrating to you the things he’d do.

You tended up at the feeling of his hands just under your ass, rubbing your thigh. He applied the right amount of pressure that had you squirming and whimpering a little from the pain and a slight bit of pleasure. “O-ohh..” you whined softly. “Spider that hurts..”

“I’m sorry I have to rub it in to help the ache.” He did his best to try and soothe you as he continued rubbing.

You gripped onto the sheets as he rubbed, applying more and more pressure, the feeling of pain and pleasure mixed so well together you had to keep yourself from moaning. Your grip on the sheets tightened, hips raising up on accident as if trying to get him closer to your aching pussy.

Spider noticed the growing slick that leaked into your panties, he noticed the way your hips raised and the way you whimpered quietly. He held back a groan of his own as he moved slightly to ease the tightness of his loincloth against his growing cock. “Y/n.. you okay?” He asked deciding he should check on you.

“Mmm..” you moaned out, rocking your hips, trying to get that much-needed friction as you ground down onto the bed. “Spider~” you cooed.

His hands faltered for a moment as he continued to watch you, he wanted to take a step. Test the waters, building up courage as he continued rubbing your thigh he moved closer, rubbing harder on your inner thigh. You whined loudly hips raising a little, he was so close, just needed to touch you. His thumb rubbed up against your slick-covered pussy, drawing a loud gasp from you. He didn’t stop there, he continued rubbing his thumb against your pussy with each movement of his hand.

With one hand he slide your panties to the side revealing your fluttering pussy to him, the sight alone caused him to groan out loud. “Such a pretty pussy..” he mumbled as his fingers teased at your entrance before sliding inside of you. He worked his digits in and out of you slowly, his thumb rubbing circles into your clit.

Your moans were muffled by your face being pressed into the sheets, the only indication you were enjoying yourself was the fact that your hips were moving. You helped fuck yourself against his fingers, loving the way he stretched you out. The pleasure was building and that familiar build-up was approaching, you pulled your face away from the sheets to cry out. Your walls gripping onto his fingers. “I’m gonna.. nghh.. s-spider..” you whined as he pulled his fingers out of you.

“Don’t whine baby.. lemme take care of you.” He groaned as he slowly slid himself inside of you, your soft gummy walls molding to his cock. You hide your face into the sheets once more to quiet your loud cries, the feeling of his throbbing cock inside you had your walls fluttering like crazy.

For a moment your mind went blank as he pulled out to the tip just to sink back inside, the slow pace of his thrust had tears building in your eyes. “Pl-please spider.. mmm.. please..” you begged him.

He let out a small grunt as he pulled keeping the same pace as he pushed back inside, your tightness had his hands moving to grasp onto your ass for leverage as he began thrusting in and out a little faster. Each of time he pulled out only to push back in, he hit deep inside brushing against your sweet spot. The familiar feeling was building up and Spider could teach each time it got harder to pull out fully. Your needy cunt was gripping onto him tightly, begging for him to fill you up with his seed.

Realizing his own release wasn’t far behind his thrust became hard and sloppy, his nails digging deeper into your ass. You cried out, tugging on the sheets as you came, your pussy tightening up as you creamed all over his throbbing cock. He groaned out as he laid his body on top of yours just as he came. His hot seed fills up your needy pussy.

He laid there for a minute letting your pussy milk his cock got every last drop he could give before pulling out and laying beside you. His chest heaving up and down just as you buried your entire face into the sheets.

Instead of speaking or even bothering to clean you up, he wrapped his arm around your sweaty body, pulling you flush against his own. He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek as you were drifting off to sleep.

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[ruporas]

apologies if you've already been asked this but do you have any favorite trigun fics? i absolutely adore your art btw!

thank you!!! and i've answered this on insta, but i don't think i've ever shared on tumblr... i'm not good at reading fics, esp long ones, because my attention span is pretty bad, but from the ones i have bookmarked, i'll share some that i like in no particular order

hills like white elephants (meet me halfway) - adlvnam

pairing: vashwood word count: 1.1k, sfw, vague post v.10 spoilers ‘I read a story once,’ Vash says, unsure. ‘I’m kind of thinking about it right now.’

i like a lot of adlvnam's fics, i find them very unique and creative in their execution, and their writing is wonderful! this was the first fic i've read from them and it's stuck with me ever since. others that i like from them are in manus tuas (no spoilers) and vox dei (warning for post vol.10 spoilers).

stay - Anonymous

pairing: vashwood word count: 2.3k, sfw, no spoilers “Hold up,” Vash groans. He presses his free hand to Wolfwood’s mouth and shushes him. He’s probably going for a stern look, though between his poor attempts to stop grinning like the biggest idiot this side of the planet and the way he’s patting him, it’s hard to take him seriously. “Stop laughin’. Where’s the keys?” “What keys?” Wolfwood tries to ask, muffled by Vash’s hand, and his tongue is a little thick and slow in his mouth so… something comes out, but it’s probably not very wordy. Word-like. Not a sentence, probably. (or, wolfwood and vash get drunk, bicker, and then share a bed together.)

i enjoyed the mundanity and silliness of this fic and i think about it from time to time... i think fics where one of them or both drink together are pleasant to read.

Last Summer - varilien

pairing: vashwood word count: 741, sfw, no spoilers You are what you love.

tags on this one are "sunrises, morning routines, coffee, sentimental" which caught my attention. very sweet and beautiful.

Rain - Kokohamstar

pairing: none, wolfwood centric word count: 768, sfw, major spoilers - post v.10 Ever since he was a little kid listening to Bible stories, he dreamed of the day the world would be washed clean and wondered what the rain would feel like on his face.

as most wolfwood centric fics, it was a gutpunch and melancholic, but still soooo.. augh.... the last paragraph really does it for me.

water bucket blues - fathomfive

pairing: vashwood word count: 3.7k, sfw, major spoilers, post trimax Vash the Stampede goes on the record about a friend he once had. Also about card games, cats, family, and some other things. "Start with a piece of the whole, Meryl said. It doesn’t have to be the first piece. Start with a specific. That’s what they mean when they throw around the words human interest. I know the pieces. Believing they make a whole is another thing. But she’s a broadcast professional and I trust her advice. Maybe if I can figure out how to tell one piece—like the story of Wolfwood as I knew him—I can learn how to tell the others."

i love vash pov fics and i love it when it's first person and this one in particular hits because it's his pov and he speaks, honestly, openly, telling a tale that he can't really flub because it's about the people he loved. i love how grounded this fic is in the present of max, i love how vash grows within the 3.7k words, i love how he moves forward with the world he's living in. this fic makes me teary if i think too much about it... it's really wonderful.

it’s a summer day, and I want to be wanted more than anything else in the world - goldenglitz

pairing: vashwood word count: 3.9k, nsfw, no spoilers Vash has the lung capacity of a man who’s cried for 150 years. It isn't like Wolfwood takes more than he gives — but like with most things, he barely keeps up with Vash. He works his body to the limit, even as his lungs burn and his legs and arms give out under him. They fuck like they’re on borrowed time. All of this makes it so easy — so much easier than just talking. Wolfwood would sometimes rather pull new and interesting noises from Vash with just his mouth than do anything else with it. Their own dialect: moans, groans, and four words. “Yes” — “Please” — “Vash” — “Wolfwood.”

i love all of their vashwood fics, they only have 3 but they're all lovely and has a sort of characterization to both vash and wolfwood i don't see often. definitely one of my faves, especially when it comes to explicit vw fics.

i think these are all the ones i'll share for now!!

#asks #thanks for sending this! #one day ill get around to the chapters long fics that has really enticing summaries #most of the fics i like tends to be more trimax based i realized... It's not that surprising but i always go like yay yippee whenever i fin #a more max-canon fic - not something i intentionally hunt down for but i have my bias dmgkgs

[skellymom]

The BAD BATCH Mini Series HALLOWEEN Fan Fic

"The Tale of the Dathomir Witch" 

All Ages: Sadness, mentions of canon Star Wars Empire badness, crying, and some sweet revenge at the end of this tale (you will have to wait until Chapter 3)! (I did change some of Old Daka's canon lore to write this. She really doesn't have too much of a story, decided to give her some more.)

Word Count: 2K

Chapter 1

"Start a War" by Klergy: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i3fmyVL6CwU&list=PLTsJd3M7E5yeGJaZsh3pgYUAQdsnbgyBD&index=123

“Gather ‘round children on this charmed night. The veil between worlds is at its thinnest. I will tell you a tale of a determined old witch who set out to change the galaxy....” 

Cries of young voices rang out in her head. Old Daka was roused from deep contemplation. She was plotting the planets and stars belonging to the wheel of the standard cycle. The cries immediately silenced, leaving her heart mourning the void it left behind. Many young lives were suddenly snuffed out. She was sure of it.  

So many lives left this galaxy of late. She felt them all. Victims of war, slavery, grabs for positions of power. The Empire rearing its head above the surface and devouring anything standing in its’ way. The dark dragon that constantly eats and is never sated. 

She foresaw it’s growing power, for years. Tried to warn anyone who would listen...but no one would sit long enough to hear the rantings of an old woman. She did her research, consulting the elements, listening to tidbits of news along the grapevine, divination, interpreting dreams, reading entrails of small animals, the whispers of Force ghosts in the wind. The path all led to one source: 

Emperor Palpatine...now Darth Sidious. 

Daka spat on the ground even thinking his name. He was a curse to the galaxy. She never considered herself a rebel or freedom fighter. She was just an ancient Night Sister whose eyes were wide open to the higher vibrations of The Force. Palpatine was such a wasteful cur, leaving so many bodies in his wake. Including all her Night Sisters. Old Daka had narrowly escaped and went into hiding. The Jedi and Clones helped him do so, unaware that he would destroy them in the end.  

Oh Palpy, as she won’t to call him, thought himself a proper Sith. He was sorely mistaken. He played Sith. Clueless man.  

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Several days passed and word spread through the galaxy: The Jedi were dead, including the Younglings. The Jedi Temple was also destroyed. Daka was sick of the killing. She would reach out with the Force to see who she could align with. She would not rest.  

"The Witch Hammer" by Sacred Soundwave: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uv4lDkOym8Y&list=RDGMEMYH9CUrFO7CfLJpaD7UR85w&index=17 

Daka sat cross-legged on the floor of her room concentrating, humming, settling in on her sitting bones. As she relaxed, felt her essence leave her body and travel around the galaxy. Tasting star dust, riding on the tail of comets, listening to foreign songs of the planets. She was searching for someone in particular.  

She reached out to Master Yoda, his presence strong somewhere in the Outer Rim. But just as she thought she could sense his location, his presence immediately vanished. 

“Bah!” She was disgusted. He was blocking her attempt to find him. No matter, she had another option. And, she found him, still alive and hiding on a dusty planet among the Outer Rim. 

“Kenobi!” she screeched.  

He jumped and spun around, facing her Force Ghost. Obi-Wan looked older, tired, broken. “Old Daka, what brings you here to my cave???” He attempted the old Kenobi swagger but fell short. Those days were behind him. 

“Darth Sidious grows stronger. I seek your assistance to bring an end to him.” 

“You don’t waste any time with formality I see. We will bring him down, Daka. Vader’s son is hidden and safe. When he grows up...” 

“Save it, Kenobi! I have no patience for waiting years while many lives are lost in Sidious’ wake. The galaxy has no time for young Skywalker to grow up. We MUST act NOW!!!” 

“Your Sith blood is much too passionate and impulsive, Old Daka. In good time...” 

“BAH! Kenobi, I can smell your fear. You hide in this cave away from your failure with Anakin, unable to confront it!!!” 

“But Anakin...” 

“Can still be saved! He can raise his children even with the pitiful condition you left him in on Mustafar. Sidious must be taken out at the knees. With his absence the galaxy will pick up the pieces. Vader will die and Anakin reborn. His children will heal his heart. His children will know their father.” 

“Daka, listen to reason!” 

“The Jedi can rise again. The Sith can come back. They will unite to become a sum greater than two factions. The galaxy will finally know balance. My Night Sisters can be restored..." 

“No Daka! I will not help you. Not now, not ever.” 

“Weak man!” She roared. “I am but an old woman that sees a better future and willing to give my life to attain it. Not hide away for years hoping for the sliver of a chance that might blow away like a fart in the wind!!!” 

Obi-Wan winced at her language. He turned his back to Old Daka, stonewalling her. 

“Goodbye Kenobi” and with that she broke the Force link between her world and his. She snapped back into her body back in her antiquated room. She was still in cross legged position, and stiff from the extended time in it. 

She was terribly disappointed in Obi-Wan Kenobi. No help whatsoever.  

Old Daka had one other option.  

With effort, she got to her feet, stretching out her stiff old legs. She walked over to the ceremonial brazier and lit a bundle of Star Sedge. Dropping it in, she wafted the smoke to her face and deeply inhaled, then held the smoke in her lungs. Daka exhaled and started chanting and dancing The Spiral pattern on the floor. She reached out with both hands to find holes in the aether. She closed her eyes and continued her steps, concentrating. Continuing in the spiral, hands signing sacred symbols, reaching out for a doorway. She kept this up for some time, heating up, sweat beading her brow. Old Daka’s joints ached with the effort. The beads of sweat ran down her face, neck, now dripping. Her voice resonates, calling out past her little existence on this planet. Dancing, spiraling, hands gesturing, a transcendent exploration. 

“What do you seek, Grandmother?” The ancient voice boomed in her ears. 

Daka opened her eyes. The Bendu stood tall, dwarfing her. 

“I request assistance in the fall of Darth Sidious. The time is close to arrival. One chance to set the galaxy free of his dark reign. I cannot do it alone. If not acted upon days from now, the opportunity will be lost in Transit.” 

“The Bendu cannot interfere directly with connecting realities of The World Between Worlds. I can, however, speak the names of those who MAY help you on your journey. There is no guarantee they will help. I give this information freely and it’s use rests solely upon your shoulders.” 

“I am eternally grateful to you Guardian of Worlds” Daka bowed down to the Bendu. Her joints popped and crackled in the process. 

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"The Dream Song" by Ministry: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aaM-j7pzWsg&list=PLTsJd3M7E5ycaENNZcno0g45BCxUk98Zv&index=32

The Havoc Marauder was dark and quiet, save for Wrecker’s snoring and the occasional stirring of Tech working on a project through the night. Everyone else had fallen asleep, except for Hunter. An overstimulation migraine kept him up. He was hoping for the strong pain meds and hot shower to finally award him some shut eye. Hunter emerged from the refresher, nodded goodnight to Tech, who nodded back and settled into his bunk.  

With a deep sigh, Hunter closed his eyes and slowly relaxed. He blissfully started to fall into a deep sleep, settling into the blankets. His cocooned body warmed up comfortably. The sounds of Wrecker and Tech faded away to a weighted silence.  

“KEEN MAN!” 

Hunter bolted upright from his covers and looked around. He was no longer on the Marauder. An inky blackness with billions of stars surrounded his bunk. A wizened old woman sat at the foot of it. She looked as though she was lit by moonlight. 

“Maker!” Hunter thought. “Switching my pain medication. This is so vivid!!!” 

The old woman cackled “I’m real. Real as moonbeams and rainbows, and the wind you cannot see.” 

Hunter looked skeptical. But he couldn’t deny the strange thrumming vibrations running through his body. 

“Hm...The Songs of the stars, planets, quasars, pulsars. The Fingerprints of the Universe. You feel them, Yes?” 

“Who are you??? A Force Ghost?” 

“The blessed few with a live body. I traversed the galaxy to speak with you. I am Old Daka.” 

“Why me?” 

“You were the only one of your brothers who would answer. I called out to Rex, Cody, Gregor, Wolffe, and those on the Marauder. Not one heard me. Omega, however, did. She and I spoke earlier.” 

“Omega? About what???” Hunter was worried that this being had unrestricted access to Omega...if what she said was true. 

“The Force is providing a narrow window of success in the defeat of Darth Sidious. A man you might know better by the name of Emperor Palpatine. The window will close and not open again for many years...until the son of Sidious’ main henchman is of age. By that time Sidious will be much stronger. The bloodshed in his wake will be more momentous. I refuse to wait and watch the waste of lives and resources. Refuse to watch the utter misery. I need your help.” 

“Asking again...why me?" 

“Because the Force chose you...and Omega. You both are 'sensitive' and understand a purpose higher than yourselves. If Echo were more man than machine, he would have heard The Call of The Force as well.” 

Hunter was aghast. This was bigger and more dangerous than trying to escape the destruction of Kamino or dodge bounty hunters. Their family could be ripped apart, or worse yet they all could die. 

“What’s in it for us?” 

“A galaxy without the fear of living. It is not enough to merely survive. Existence is meant for higher goals.” 

“Why should we trust you???” 

“Good question, Keen Man. But I wager my bargain is much better than the ones Cid springs on you. Or your brother working for the Empire offered.” 

Hunter winced at the mention of Crosshair.  

“Darthomir witch!” Hunter rumbled. 

“Yes. Not much different than a powerful Jedi, and yet you trusted them implicitly. The Jedi are gone for now. Not many allies left. Why not trust me?” 

Hunter sat in silence then replied. “What happens if we refuse to participate?” 

Old Daka brought her outstretched hand up in Hunter’s direction. She closed her eyes in concentration. “Let me show you the cost of Order 66.” Immediately vivid images filled Hunter’s head: The slaughter of the Younglings and all the Jedi, the duel between Kenobi and Anakin, the birth of Darth Vader, the death of Padme Amadala, the loss of the Republic Senate, the transfer of power to Palpatine, the final transition to Dark Sidious, the battle and death of the clones on Starship Tribunal. 

“Now...let me show you the future of The Empire.” More images: Fascist law across the galaxy, The Empire conscripting literal children into their growing army, then enslaving and killing thousands who refused to join them, The Death Star, the destruction of Alderaan...and so much more. Eventually the images faded, leaving a deep black void. 

Hunter held his head. His heart hurt mightily. 

“You have a day to think upon it and share this information with your siblings. I will physically meet you in the Marauder at Ord Mantell and discuss more details.”  

With that she faded away... 

...Hunter started awake bolting upright. Tech had lightly touched his shoulder and was standing by with a cup of caf.  

“I thought you would sleep in all morning. The medication must have been very effective.” He handed Hunter the cup. 

“It’s about time! Omega’s been going on all morning about a dream!!!” Echo groused. 

With that Omega ran into the room and jumped on Hunter’s bunk. “Did you talk to Gran-momma Daka??? She came to see me last night! We have a VERY IMPORTANT mission to go on!!!” 

“Oh KRIFF! It was all REAL!!!” Hunter groaned rubbing his face. 

“What’s real?” Wrecker was standing in the doorway. 

“Lads...and young lady...” Hunter trailed off. How to even being to explain it all??? “Have a HUGE mission ahead of us...if we choose to take it. We need to sit down and seriously discuss it today.” 

Everyone looked around at each other quizzically. 

“Just let me just have my cup of caf first.” Hunter sighed. 

Chapter 2 :

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/731405312676003840/the-bad-batch-mini-series-halloween-fan-fic?source=share

In this next installment, the Batch has some SERIOUS decisions to make!!!

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[srs-deep-dives]

Tifa's Theme: A Musical Deep Dive (Part II)

Part I here.

Section (B) continued:

Concluding our second subphrase of the intro, we now encounter the dominant chord.

Now to those of you new to music theory, I must introduce the idea of chord function. (If you are not a rookie on chord function, then skip to the text three video-clips ahead.) Don’t worry, we will keep things brief and (hopefully) as simple as possible!

You may have noticed when we compared our F major key to D minor (from Listen to the Cries of the Planet) that there is a scale of seven chords in each key. Each of these seven chords serves a particular function within the key, and that function pertains to the relationship between the tonic and dominant chord.

We’ve already noted that our tonic is our ‘home’ point; our point of return, resolution. The dominant is the chord farthest from the tonic in pitch; the place of the highest tension. It is the goal of every musical score to constantly move away from the tonic and return to the tonic, and it is these mini-journeys that subvert, intensify and carry emotion.

Here are the seven chords within our key of F major, labeled in roman numerals by their scale degree (majors in capital, minors in lower-case). Don’t be overwhelmed – there’s no need at all to memorize them! I am just using them to illustrate the rules.

You’ll notice that our tonic (the F major chord) is named by the roman numeral I. Because chords iii and vi share two notes of the tonic, they share resemblance to the tonic in pitch and therefore function either to ‘prolong’ the tonic or serve as ‘substitutes for’ the tonic. The other chords, however, move away from the tonic in pitch (creating tension), until we get to our dominant – chord V. Because chords ii and IV share notes with the dominant, they are called predominant chords. Chord vii° is a bit special: it can stand in for any function except the tonic.

So in summary, each chord in the key functions as either:

the tonic;

a ‘prolonged’/’substitute’ tonic;

a predominant; or

the dominant.

Music rookies, are we in Greek territory now? Don’t panic – the sole point I want you to take away is this:

The dominant maximizes instability that will be resolved by the tonic; thus

if a musical phrase does not end on the tonic, it feels ‘unsettled’; and so

for the music to find resolution, it must return to the tonic.

The dominant climaxes tension; the tonic provides release of tension. And so we go, round and round and round, having our emotions toyed with.

To demonstrate the four functions, I’ve provided a simple chord progression in our F major key. Don’t worry about the labels so much as listening to the building and releasing of tension. (All I am doing is highlighting what our ears naturally pick up.) Tension and release, okay? That is all we are looking at. This excerpt is from Yasuharu Takanashi’s track ‘A Mother’s Love’ in Naruto Shippuden:

See how our phrase ends on the dominant and feels unsettled? Our ears are naturally left seeking resolution: we expect to come home to the tonic. Here is the piece again and continued, where that tension is released…

Tifa’s Theme is a lot more complex. Recall our chromaticism so far (chords ‘borrowed’ from the parallel minor key) – which, as we’ve already established, create tension also. I have only scratched the surface when it comes to chromaticism in Tifa’s Theme, but that is not our focus for today. Again, I just want you to listen for tension and release. Here is the original game’s intro as re-orchestrated in Remake. (Remember, don’t worry about the labels. Just focus on what you are naturally hearing.)

Right. Picking back up on our analysis. As you’ve now seen in A Mother’s Love (by the way, see the key’s beautiful connection with home and motherhood?), F major’s dominant (chord V) is C major. Did you notice that Remake’s Tifa’s Theme, however, ends on a C minor chord? We will get to this chromaticism shortly. But let us resume where we left off first: the last two bars in Subphrase Two.

Where Subphrase One ended nice and neatly on our tonic…

…Subphrase Two does the polar opposite. A predominant chord follows our tonic (building tension) prior to the last bar. Then, where we expect resolution, we end on the dominant – our highest tension key-chord. And in fact, it is in the midst of this very tension that the main melody kicks off…

Here is our summarized analysis of Subphrases 1 and 2 (the whole Advent Children intro):

Advent Children’s intro has only one phrase (comprised of the two subphrases we just dissected). But the intro in the original game’s version of the track, as you’ll have noticed from our re-orchestrated video, has two. Its first phrase (Subphrases 1 and 2) ends resolved on the tonic chord. The second phrase (Subphrases 3 and 4), however, ends – like Advent Children – in tension. I have contrasted these two phrase-endings in the video below.

Rather than the E note of the first phrase (C, E and G being the notes of the C major dominant chord), the second phrase’s last chord contains an E flat, making the chord a C minor rather than a C major. C minor is not the dominant we’d find in our F major key, but rather the dominant of F minor. So once again, Uematsu-san has ‘borrowed’ from the parallel minor key. Only this time he has borrowed its tensest chord, creating even greater instability. And here exactly ends our intro as Tifa’s main leitmotif begins.

So what does this unresolved, unstable ending convey? The fully-established permeance of Tifa’s internal conflict. With the intro ending in utter tension, and the main leitmotif jumping in amidst this tension, Tifa’s conflictions are wholly and completely centralized.

Below is our full analyzed piano sheet of the intro, with the orange ‘waverings’ representing Tifa’s:

strivings to avoid being trapped with her anxieties and heartaches;

longings to confront Cloud with the truth;

uncertainties of what the truth is;

fears of losing Cloud should she take action; and

doubts toward the validities of her own memories.

In a nutshell, her internal conflict. Which also pertains to her connections with Avalanche, in that she:

is Avalanche’s home and maternal figure;

feels “trapped” in her position with Avalanche’s fight;

is morally hesitant about Avalanche’s methods;

is uncertain about her feelings and role within Avalanche; and

fears losing all her loved ones and community to Shinra – again.

And that concludes the intro. Here is our full summary:

Part III here.

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[passionsafire]

A thumping metal heartbeat sets an unsteady rhythm as a fire-red titan of steel lies trapped between fallen rivets and frayed wire large enough to barely fit in the giant robot's hands. Within its chassis, the buzzing tone of a bugged-out radio wave echoes from the center console of its cockpit. The pilot lies still, spiked-up hair drooped over his forehead, caked in sweat. A dented flying V guitar lies flat in his lap. Both pilot and Valkyrie, both equally battle-worn, were at least not so worse for wear as the environment of the wreckage-strewn corridor around them. Rubble topples from an exposed ceiling panel as a thunderous quake ripples through the devastated station. The unmistakable sound of explosions echo again and again in the distance like the repetitive beat of the drums of war. Faintly, in the undercurrent of the merciless soundscape, a crowd roars. Unintelligibly at first, but as the static loop of the radio circuit begins to drown out all other sounds, he hears it clear;

". . . Ba-

. sa-. .

ra. . ."

The pilot stirs, his numbed-out index finger twitching to life.

"Ba... sa ra..."

It's louder this time. The drums sound more coordinated, and his foot starts tapping along to the beat.

"Ba-sa-ra. Ba-sa-ra. Ba-sa-ra. Ba-sa-ra."

The call of the crowd meets his ears as he steps forward onto the stage. Spotlights beam down on him, bright enough to force his eyes into a squint. But he doesn't take his eyes of his audience for a second. They've all come here to see them play, to hear Fire Bomber! He can't disappoint them now, can he? Not after they've come this far.

"Basara! Basara! Basara!"

"How ya' feeling, EVERYBODY?!" Nekki Basara cries out to them, raising a single fist to the sky. The roar of the crowd erupts into a chorus of voices like rogue waves crashing against a rocky cliff. Boom, boom, boom from behind--Veffidas putting down a drum beat with the ferocity of a brawl. Ray's keytar fills the air with a cool synth rhythm while Mylene's bass fires up a deep, pounding riff.

"Alright, let's get started! FIRE!!"

"Basara?" A voice calls from behind, but he's focused forward, getting fired up with the fans.

"Basara." It calls again. His brow twitches.

"Basara!"

"Oh, come on! What's wrong, we're just about to get starte-" A flash cuts through his vision, throwing him out from his fevered dream and back into reality. As a burst of flame roars into the corridor, Basara's eyes burst open in a fury. He barely has time to get his bearings before another quake rocks his Valkyrie's chassis inside and out.

The radio in his forward console chirps out a scratchy query, "Ba..s...? Ba...sara? Are y.... re.....ng th...s? Wha.... y..... ....atus?"

The rockstar swipes his bangs from his eyes as he sluggishly reaches for his machine's controls.

".....ara? Co..... ..n Basa....a. Ba....sar...a!"

"Yeah, yeah, keep your pants on. I heard ya' already," he says, pulling his guitar to his chest. His Valkyrie reaches forward and pries itself free from the cage of wreckage that had collapsed around it before pulling itself to its feet. With a burst from the rear verniers, Basara accelerates into a veritable maze of crooked metal. The fire that burst out before has died, quickly, and judging from the fact that his machine's feet haven't touched ground since he got up must mean that space shouldn't be all that far away. A few more halls of twisted metal pass before he comes face to face with a pitch-black hole filled with a dim glimmer of light reflected off free-floating debris.

There we go. With a burst of speed, Basara and his Valkyrie clear the opening and come to a stop against the surface of an adjacent wall that seemed to have been blown clear from the ship it was probably just inside. He looks up and sure enough, there it is. As busted-up as a wreck could be, the carrier he just left floats past a solemn view of a blue planet awash with distant explosions, still falling apart before his eyes. It's an ugly sight. A sigh passes through his lips--what a waste of life...

"I've got a reading again!" Chimes the voice of a young woman across the radio. "Captain, it's Basara! We've found him again!"

Found him again? He wasn't aware he was lost. Then again, he did only just wake up. Wait... how long was he out for, again? Before he can rake his brain for an answer, the image of a familiar face flashes up on a side screen by his controls. An old man with greying hair and a pair of distinctive black shades worn under a helmet's visor.

"Basara!" Maximilian Jenius exclaims, his voice deep and commanding as ever. "We've been trying to contact you for half an hour! What happened?"

Half an hour? Sheesh. Talk about a power nap...

"I don't know. I just woke up a second ago... ship I was on got blown to smithereens, from the looks of it."

Max frowns and shakes his head. "I was afraid of that..." The stress of battle seems to have taken its toll on old Max. His face has been drawn into a half scowl from the moment he showed up on screen. It seems to soften as he looks back up at Basara, however. He might be trying to force a smile, but if so, he isn't doing a very good job. Not that he can blame him. "It's good to see you're alright."

Basara wipes a bit of sweat from his cheek, putting on a strong face of his own (and doing a considerably better job of it.) "Don't worry so much, old man. Just got the wind knocked out of me is all."

Seeing Basara in such a spirited mood gives Max the energy to chuckle. How about that? If he didn't know any better, he'd say the rockstar's thick-headedness was starting to grow on him. "Glad to hear it. Now, that's enough chatter. I need you back here, ASAP. We're regrouping around Lagrange point L1, but Delta Flight has been cut off. I'm moving in to support, and I want you as backup."

A grin flashes across Basara's lips. "You mean you need me to bring the show to you? Didn't think you were that big of a fan, gramps!"

"Take this seriously, Basara. Walkure has already pulled back. That means we need to rely on your songs for support," Max says.

"Walkure, huh?" The rocker says. "Shame. I'm not great at doing second-fiddle, but I wouldn't mind singing along with them sometime!"

The captain smirks. "I could arrange that. After you start following orders, that is."

"Tch..." Not the most innacurate dig he's ever been given--but in his defense, he works a lot better when he just goes with the flow, anyway.

"Don't worry, Delta Flight and I won't be your only audience for this one. Or did you think I was going alone...?" Max asks, Basara arcing his brow in response. Just then, a few other fresh faces flash across his screen.

"ALRIGHT! A battle between robots just wouldn't be complete without the right music! I'm getting pumped up just thinking about it!" Says a young, silver-haired boy whose eyes almost seem to twinkle like stars at the prospect of a real battle between mechs; Ernesti Echevalier, the boy from another world.

"Indeed. I'm eager to hear your songs as well, Nekki Basara! Charging into the fray with a song at our backs... I couldn't think of a better way for a warrior to enter battle!" Says a blonde pilot with a half-scarred face and an ecstatic grin just about as wide; Major Graham Aker of Solbraves.

"Not the worst motivator I've ever heard of. Shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth, though, right? I'll be glad to have you with us too, Basara." Says a man with a scar over one eye and a robotic prosthetic replacing one arm; Kincaid Nau, a space pirate from the Crossbone Vanguard.

"Hah... you're really throwing together a party, huh, gramps?" Basara laughs. "Not a bad bunch we've got here... alright, then! Hope you're all ready..." Basara gives his guitar one quick, preparatory strum. It howls out a pleasant tone in return. "...This one's gonna knock your socks off!"

His signature red Valkyrie rockets off the loose wall, kicking it away into the darkness as his machine shrinks away into the backdrop of Earth against the black, ominous void surrounding it; a single bright, shining light in a starless sky.

"LISTEN TO MY SONG!"

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#IC: Basara #IC: Max #IC: Ernie #IC: Graham #IC: Kincaid #Solo RP #Mecha RP #Macross RP #Gundam RP #Crossover RP

[independentartistbuzz]

Jennifer Harper Debuts “Beautiful Earth”

Love and respect for the earth was nurtured in songstress Jennifer Harper from a young age. Growing up in the 70’s, songs like "Big Yellow Taxi" by Joni Mitchell had a profound influence on her. When she heard her perform in DC, switching up the lyrics to raise awareness at a No Nukes rally - Jennifer knew right then her biggest dream was to create music with meaning. Music that had the potential for social change.

Watch and listen here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VtiGtWBrASA

"I’ve been involved in environmental protection in one way or another for as long as I can remember. I’ve raised my children with awareness as I am very conscious about what I buy and what I eat. I am always asking myself what more can we do to make an impact?" shares Jennifer.

Similar to the likes of Enya, Lauren Daigle, and Ayla Nereo, Jennifer Harper's "Beautiful Earth" is a calming piano-based ballad dedicated to Mother Earth. This healing & dreamy incantation carries a cinematic sound and aetherial breath that delivers a sense of hope for the future.

When she began writing the song, it was a new moon and she had just participated in an intimate group online where participants “activated their timelines” for their highest good and the highest good of all. It was a new experience and she joined in with an open mind and heart. "The energy shifted something in me in an inexplicable way," she says. "Not long after, I found myself sobbing in gratitude. For the gifts I was given. For the universe always providing. For the act of expressing gratitude itself and being in co-creation with the universe."

Jennifer began to write poetry about what she was calling in on this new moon. Strength. Joy. Trust. Truth. "As I brought it to the piano to turn it into music, I wanted to expand this idea beyond my personal desires. I explored my visions for our collective 'highest timeline.' The answer came easily - connection to the earth. Healing our relationship with Gaia,” she says. The words did not need to be complicated: 'Beautiful earth / Earth / Mother Earth."

She let her spirit guide her on the piano, feeling into Mother Earth's cries. Feeling her own cries for Mother Earth and the healing we all need to see us through this transformational time in history. Knowing that as she heals myself and we heal collectively -  it will be reflected back to us in the health of the planet. "This is the deep work we must do."  

Musicians often boast they have music in their blood. They should give singer/songwriter/activist Jennifer Harper a run for her money. After listening to even a few of her missives, it’s all too easy to fall in love with her contemplative, assured artistry.

As a teen, she was drawn into alternative-music venues and reggae clubs. Hearing music at political rallies made the deepest impression on the artist. “I saw how music was motivating change,” she says. And she wanted in.

Strong female voices of the ’80s, like Annie Lennox and Chrissie Hynde, inspired Harper. The raw intimacy of Tracy Chapman’s voice and lyrics gave her the strength to be an artist true to her own experiences.

[libidomechanica]

When wing

A Meredith sonnet sequence

               I

Now do I now for my company of   playes, frame my heau’n of moonlight dash the dance,   and unsmooth lips in thrall, or at last when his sister, that, from you, to listens, I wait. If only. To her on train emerges   from when thou doest save from thee, wretch the   window, and the sun sank our son, on this most deare, care shine and then in the divine, to receivest, I caught better blood-red   heard, and not see: some corne, my very quickens,   hoeing yams, calibrating through thy village, then which han be company is Head worth, no liar looke alofte, then he   arose, forget and me, I caught with voice   is the rest; thou deigne dissembling wills, she look at your ears. You know, they the mourning.

               II

Of Heav’n is rising on my hands, and whence?   And mine: for a breath was find it, and lawless   woods; the offered if she may fail to seed, Hermes prior to lifeless over thine, on the wild peasant right in my hands   beside her moved in the Lord and sugar-   cakes and N2 that when The Shah Salámán rose I lay. She might myself only graces slide; the rest did seeme my hurtlessly—   but what kind of age now. Responds,—as if   she lean in black and beat, nor in and this sinne of Spring back to the dead see, the wet with us, lie open at Stonehenge.   No trembler in which thou art but because   of my thought her; but ever be And yours yearn after a To-morrow bed.

               III

God set you are little wild figtree split their   than my hair of Heaven to thee his learn?   Like one True Believe when did: her moved me deeper thanks the personality of Man is blacke but indeed, Repentance fail   to see him off this hand creeds that should pipe   his pistol butts a-twinkle, unfair, at kirk or man be fynd, all Kent case. His Bounty left me for one tired I look the   race, I call the Prince, and tumbles at him,   and giue; the Nightingale and in my youth, or where but in this, and gulled our souls! From the days we lay about searching, that   I cannot bringeth forward drew my burthen   Bowl of Night hath taught a fall down dead, still my hell. Which joyes that floats in a barred.

               IV

Frame my griefe. And the bramble was straight—like   the roadside, succulent peaches which to   shame of my design when a’ was deceased, so from Fear o God with one arm, alas! I that puts by the shifting it to the   hands, adored and day; for the valley is   a flower in its benumbing rose that create thing stars; her dangling hand angry Gods word? And all the Harvest things went to   be so: for these pretty babes, poorly   desolate, when, sleep. See. The feet two, as I think of my father night like a lewde lust of trouble key, which to say; but twas, alas!   The way you froze: thought I am alone,   but babble. Body join’d to foolish Rider occasion of regency ghouls.

               V

As still hear the vnwary shepheards sayd he   there. The Princess cries, She is falling starve.   This steeds their wayward round her back to yoke it under the equation meanwhile, I make my Body when her maiden bars, ye   she asleep. Farm soil too in the annulus—   a planet floats in a Catalina stand amazed, and her; but the land, partly because of your name; so sad, slow, slowly   dying eye of same, and to sing this   flattring snapped wide, his Soul to Sin? They haue gathered up from that had full of spite of thee cannot be past, and golden age or   chanced, he lie and yet the trees, it half   turning, right trailing up from it! Reading alone and the day I ca’ at my hand.

               VI

The wheels go over-rule us at our   Sex betrayed by the unrise mars the end   is cheating underworld, strove together. From a scheme the distance. Muttering flames, pulling statuary it is the Princess,   If indeed, Repentance oft before,   when I will standing to know; so never gave comming home the tumult and pipe of honesty again and a far highest   Ioue, and the better chain, and dazzled down   and the Heart, palpitationships with his Associates Nightingale alone? Yes, call men were all to feede, and seen for publish   thy love, no more, would move among the   dead are busy being Lord of what we are Psyche, young man, ’tis the dales resist?

               VII

The Guests were apart from your trust that I’ll   answer, ’ I said he, last of a diseases,   so I sent the shines, cloudy seas, nor winding when though loved you see. And catch a long-hid love you wait while all the sends me   prison stream of solitude; yet nearer   to thigh and I worried you lying of love, and manna dew; and impulse: and wailed together? Time doth one with shines that he   plough, O girls are sad augurs mock the same   heard it, as I was in all Minds behind heare to playes, where he alightest come at nigh. Now I am here is over the   plate Anything did erre, it was a ribbon   of murmuring roses thus I heard, that those look on Ida, to thee, thy love!

               VIII

Of mine, the screendoors of the strange was a   time I will silent Nights side, succulent   peaches we bought he walked, near to your day. May dare all pray we enter’d as if a little puffed pursuit. Such on all ill or   we were fast, for never made long with whom   Mankind shot, loue gaue me the fall who pause, doe not take a blight has flowering jest. And oft I blush, and birdless we’d taken   up and a whole; its red light we willow   behind him in his Shoulder hung the moon- beam dwell the brief moment. I am some grants a friend of loue. He quaff’d off the Touch,   Wit spins both bared scalp and daunce, will let me,   and my heart of your substance at his Desert from memory My sweet loveth me!

               IX

Invective seen for Pieces place, that weekends   are lockt; but I been world is thing thee;   nor let thy kind of chance best without, rose of your tracks? One unbecoming of casque, a cap of each tree and ever find a   Remedy for any outward part: no,   not of happier men. Little while Joy’s a kind her, an’ kissing to listened, each was they fetch a famous man anymore,   not yet than form the most clears today of   passions some divisible echoing night! Yet since Time it is teeming to run too shall mould long legs of Paradise, and   after all, which makes such fauour counted as   it were all must first Clay with love’s granary is the trees, which, being my first trains.

               X

And stay, and kisse, the shells, and as yet dare   not so wicked deeds did in the Spirits   settled a tune my painful plight, and tropics in our fault among the falls her maids she gaed o’er thy should breast, have seene. With my   darling his Houri-faced darling beyond   all those who are no one single thief, and so high? They be yellow grows lesson of Heav’n replied. The sun in all things that has   soft fires, the time, and parish rate; and   whenever thee. Ours is an angels went every closely furl’d, this truth, taken unaware. Of fault much times a climbe. No arméd Host,   from your knight we are you felt she lean; yet   I had touches Heaven. Never gave us holding what she blue sweated the wine.

               XI

Against my cloak, as I heard the days that   hole in one knows: but what would go together   the pyrus japonica should in sighing, she says, we beneath the fan be anything but anger to dusk, when past   us of what nymph soe’er you in malice   Gods pursue from the broad face, staring of Created as gently to ever as crystal tears, where a gaine is not the hurried   lady, and they did offend, withouten   dreadful hollow as I their Vintage presence exiles stopped on the lilylike to hatch the ghastlie Owle her breath no excuse,   nor end. Men of the bitter comes still   repeat both the fiesta of sugar. I lived in them twa. And found suspires.

               XII

Or I trusts himselfe doth travell’d onely   air. Then the hyghest Ioue, and Echo   made sweet, with her, First Hair, drove and before her weakest flint to recite what had love like a models, such bloosmes the rampant   Lyon huntsman her mammie’s wark, and ancient   tree, thought that dare I not the house no more to buffet to thanks and assume thy love the red rose cheeks, or the swore helpless!   The maiden comes the skin&hold a nap, my   heard great assays, that on his head: render joys the same. So hugely stood into the brow of the movies or on a suddenly   hides be merrilie; the Nights well have let   him intended: there is too rude and call’d each tree and everywhere; ev’ry servance.

               XIII

Both the gem so small, the Sea’s self be less.   Lent hereafter happiness; and you skill   vines they sound, his eye plunged down injury of the unblest my glories some why, I’d sometimes been world of my smart, but the   night, now at erst: the garden, flowers pale.   Why, all grew wide world. It is a virtues golden woods brings; and the use of my cure, go call except possibly for babe for   me by moonlight and tight, life-disquiet   sleep to the proper to dusk, when these wolves, created of the public good, but read strangers, rather death were wound of her heart   of the right at once had owsen, sheepe, the   one told him: I’ said to make my garden wears dropt on the village, the suit, they lives.

               XIV

Eight of half to thee are torn: how often   found shall who flung shipwreck, like the bones   supersede loved yours will strengthen us to the years! Look, looking for dust-of-sleep. He rose in your kiss whirls life? Nor whence would barred.   Some days of Peace, but then at first to heare   therebeside him. Are not striues to the road in it. And its proper to suddenly when hugeness give—and they set on   Vertues of them, and grieved—to slacken’d, and   so he cheeks, or long curl’d to be friend of the South, tell Rosalind, her heart goes as thee, ’ she said, I love shall I say? Lois,   Joe, Louise, Joan, Marie, Dawn, Arlene, Father   cry. The peace she is felt the dales of thy sideways would served for all to thank thee!

               XV

Redeem you: but street by far, when he tried   into the rose, the remnant-meat just wheeled   and kisse; I neuer known instrument; and with its skeleton, living for a centuries to be a garland found me the   winked in the though times of glist’ring star-sweeter   musket, drenched a vulture thee; thou stayed so love, I smote him to die her heart and hideous rage, i, that flower, she slipping   grace makes us to be more the garden,   Maud, so fair. The sun she has this frequent to hell to the Eare a hundred in, that will I forget not night we are drawers   until we cease their hearts! Small flatten’d, and   thou like you! Let us speaks her wrath: sike syrly she drops of foot out of children.

               XVI

Was rescued from afar—what nymphs should render   Lambkins take delyte? However much   mought be merrilie; the roses thus to this hilles, where health, and and in vaine: for they regarding, while the tumult fellows So   far I reap’d—I came these, who can reaching   hour of fitful Grape my verse sharply, and went to the height, crawling fury from inmost sane and more train on my fawn, but no   scuse serues; she loose the short Metro ride   home, he swallow gold must first wealth, because enow. There were would be above, I smote her breast, but pyping love, and the waves in   the tree; the old familiar, towing a   glow, flushed and closed at one sweet: tho’ I fancy’s springe giues place where you traces, will be.

               XVII

Who told me a grave, and heau’nly grace, in   reigner, and the human, what I too cruel   to know hunger. Take the favour at her face I say, There are wrongs thy name, and I love, but still singing made excuse, nor the   whole, as an architect. The Princess, If   indeed is the bins, come at noon; wine-red was his child; she would you not so wise, until I heard trewe, yet against time my love,   a seed-bag there is felt like a models   be; models, such another is compliments doen, which many sight? The blacken and all lies, and sank or for long as those winter-   bound in the meadow, but dearth. As it   wit then, t’ increasingst consent, when the ruffian’s heart, I cannot turn himself down?

               XVIII

Queen lilies cold, nor thy love’s great the down;   and then to pitied her girl was his mother   lands drove and had no fruite is only dark-dawning into ourselves to recall that weening moon hath remain colors it   to carry with this, which of the universe’s   large-browed from mine. Then let other love though thou have been opened in me no more; but all in—all in the white lake-blossom   fell his name I used to work of Nature   dress dancing and clouds. The one thanks: better of us do you go? His beauteous seem by that gave comes nectar at top, and   on me writes; and then oaring of Creation   as the spirit animals. And the larkspur, and where there is not the lagoon.

               XIX

Rang fronts, they ne’er a lightful land, and slave   is, cease the road when first began to collect   his woman and as yet dare went that Hope is none spake—The words, not that dyes a marble flood drew my buried Ashes such   a thousand yet was ta’en forewent, that   bless’d be thy sacred vnto hys Lordes done— how soon hath nypt my ruggedst step of Fortune’s Frolics left me by moonlight; if thou   ever wish’d our child is sweetly, my   honesty against you in a shall be my garden is a curse, whether Voice and called on them any harmeless over,   easily because of the wrists of bonie Jean.   She sends me prisoner be at trundling on the Touch, Wit mixtures, from blossoms withal.

               XX

And they playne ouerture? ’ What more thick, or lips,   and on the glens are wakeful ear in   the same, perplex me so little clocks with thee and passionate women kick againe. If I—the Purple and spoke and finger   touched its Treasure up. Your general onslaughter,   and wanned and cannot because her now; for such solemn bird and here! In their short a time where no more clear fond voide of   fiery flowers surrender: then ryse   ye blessed flocks, but I? Take your fall. Fear their wine, and die as care an effortlessly brought a rarities of dewe, yet not thrive   to live with a silence in his youthfullest   voice is hard promises and of the alien lips, so I dwell tied in me.

               XXI

You canst vouchsafe the Vintners burn’d, to shew   my loves our waiting I stood at the powers   above that bred it. Lightnings of neon. And bids her arms to hold that what we poore soules we never could flowers to shame   not appeare, how shall beautiful, a faery’s   child is weary of love, hatred, joy, from the heaved a heavy hand. Then, going to Heavenly sings of Paradise haste   to portrait commands; and trembled on me   sooth what haste to my arms; but i should wash out around suspires. I do adore: not found to heart was not murdering through   all sweet The loneliness, sudden rushed among   bright: nor doth keepe a sacrifice this world’s dusty brown betweene though the world’s end.

               XXII

And now I could be known; and sunly and   meane at our bones for their hear my mother   punish’d nor rewarded. Stella oft so special, that leans again: I fly and pure so none of him, and he spread out of it   in a Catalina stand never hearts,   with snow. And Her weak pointed in his territory, slipt outright, they neuer heeds the mind the one did justly youth, with a   dainty blush’d to find; and then vouchsafe me   blind to her; now, young men set down at they maun part I of doubt he is near, she is not murder, I will devotion bade my   husband, saying, dissolves, which of them out:   the shudder’d as if caught my hands, or make her wits thick as hers! And grow every way.

               XXIII

I bade it keep the Diamond of my hairs   be glutted. An’ kissing from the men things   service, none as the landlord’s daughter, With sweater than poor souls transfixed! The one who subtill Serpent the sexton, and like a   madman, shrieking to Adam what she, when   flowres, their beer can we not such a lass there was full cold We thanks: better, your rights well, while Joy’s a stone and no birds on the   past which can hurt and they went ill the Quaker   hold me it’d break, soon hath sought it take a bird. It’s easy. Breath the level with his might is laugh’d her empty of love will   let me his furious ways, the in part   of a bus. For lack of Immortal moon are cast on this twilight erasing of.

               XXIV

On Orcas Island thoughts to be and that   sighs that the farms wi’ care for all; who neither   my head; not be for aye his furious Lord that the next, like a single jewel, here is a sheepe the first sight, though not a   press it to all the Súfi flout; of my   wealth to sigh, with old Khayyám and holes: arsenic, arsenic, sure, you look the eare than he. So I sware to such solemn bird; nor   trust me still thy lover’s at hand took, but   he had redden’d beach day, more thou swell—thou art but then shall take; she wept out: but each one and sang. Girl after Sultán’s Turret in   heather in the linkt a death all wet, shaking   us all. Love, that whither, with dainties blush’d a sweet fawn is vanish’d nor curse.

               XXV

When in the gaps between themselves, their trickling   starving and shook it and dreery death’s-   head a book together of the shot. And tender ash dead on to me doubt then—i never you except the lady in the   pine-crusted bodies from the sky which is   he! When all the device of promise tied her life endures I feel most kissed in health of lilies with face deepe furrowes weary,   fain would articulate in her iust   and see that in a glow-worker be, will lean again becomes the tender Lambkins takes the music, answer now, and again,   the swam the day, and pitcher of shamed by   light the rampant heard great and gathering with wares which might strewn salt across his song.

               XXVI

Dew; and the treasures of many a work   must be pride of Apprehension catch and   pleasaunt syte from Lady of my life from birth do pleasured to scathe. Then to the would rather than fatter is coming to   the red counter of Day, how soon for Pieces   tore. To wow me and they lie still. And chiefe good broad in iron laws—my ball rowmes in little spaces that may seemed to   shame, but now I wake. But ah vnwise and clamour   great Hunter and till, and tired I reread Aristotle by ways closed eyes were at first was silent sympathy. Of   that thou, my desire, empty glove upon   cloute, that piece of straw mattress—whatever’s Tongue it must and learne the unblest kisse.

               XXVII

And, well have was crossed the gray lock and part;   now make to learnedly, are the bride-   maidenlike a fire witnesse were not ene to hurt her. All unarm’d, for I want. Light we walk’d and overtake me more be no sin:   the loss, or minds, and see on a bed of   their play, and should steer and peeled and blown comes thing into the feet that Pan witnesse appeare, euen by the upright decision of   this case, pickpockets, each weaknesse the holy   saints’-bell can present strewn salt across his voice tells me ours is an earth, cold, okay? The wretch the secret Beauty;—Mortal   frame: the lasse, most rich and speak and growes   onely Deare, and brauest regret; o Death most of gain, fair a light to knows alone?

               XXVIII

This brown leaf shards gather turn in his lap.   And whispered, Guilt is the cuckoo. Is that   lost libertie against your sex but view his court of a landscape, that lie on the high as he used to rate us and flow of   terror, and—sans End! Thou my old wolf and   a maid was by him na: at length, yet hast love, love, thought in gold the people find stellas name,—and somebody, we can be attacked   watched with a feeling them, and made, if   asked the Assembly, and, in so sweet purse- mouth when who before that he lefte to come! Since the sun she looks o’er the   phenomenological space. His touch thankfulness,   full of Nights and Thee to his patient—all for waiter said, my Clay with long ypent.

               XXIX

Forget all we in shame of many men.   I look of Vengeance on the Night have was   tired of the trode is rough heedle a woman-vested you stoop. Did we guessing age’s crossed upon it, a garden ground:   their chereful cherish’d to whither, tell   can presage; incertain gloss of the city sacked; men and assume to plow; shovels crumble, and I your faces too deep a   true eyes. And if they relation wrote should   lord Lochinvar. Time doth one last of it for All—None but takest keepe vs wake, riding to pray, and say, They ’ve take   me Christall fail it is very best displayes,   frame to Parnasse highway ringed birds Never was silence on this, love appear!

               XXX

Draws up to The Shah Salámán saw, his   Foot, and plaster made these obtain her hath   not a bell away; that myopic traveled the poor choice of what wondered down into my arms, I call: Where the dales, so I   sware to stay, loathing voices more friends for   a laggard trewe, yet thou my love. When the world; but know how farwell should have out by the gender a vile physic to my plainly   Make: they seem worthy gallery, or   fear: six thousand triumph, must nevermore than he may be vain essay the brawest lad, he heaven to the rose, thy knee; thou’rt   like candle-light, for the early worthy   of them never the tip of one who have powers or glowing boys their ghosts, rejoice!

               XXXI

Supposed and wheedlesse of me, both sadly   be bride kissed you wert, and he hath thinner   than there asking, All ’s Well!—This Discourse; prepare, and space between his heart to my arms; but i should willing then the corner   of deep as love it wax’d more seldom that   August night my father Dunne, and there vsed of the grasp this word, for love it wax’d more Foole for all the Universe’s   lattery, to faint! And no birds sing. For never   head has wrought from sin; but is every pew, refusing to my scalp and marrow joy is but one saw two walls, his flatters   and recorder, falling. Downe, and vague, fatal   draught; and If one answering wood. Was shee desert, and life, you yet may shepherd.

               XXXII

Inescapable of children’s cry my   souls, whose Echo the rose, and there you. Found   the powers surrender: they never got too has learned myself the World, toss’d Thee this city ’tis not takes to save for the   words football, Lucia, let us speak of   my Delightful land, whose lines haue heard, and sweet-faire, most of the Waste, and white. Grace their flockes of some reconciled in the maiden   banner of life; O more than mine. I   make the Muse so wrought, and my old wolf and do not supposed to my lovely youthful disorderly thee all when we were in   his might, so they are cool fleshly folly   ripe, and swirled just not yet may not a pretty skin&hold by the moon the Ruby yield.

               XXXIII

Heart would love upon cloud, when tyranny?   You beware of Perfume shall be cut back   with Thy Essential! From place; and another dies. For if thy hands that just can’t stand strands of the Charlotte was born, before, a   seed-bag there’s no need more preciously.   Queen roses, the crimson-rolling away the crowd—tomorrow stare, and yet, alas, nor can integration, with many Crescent   all we would see him out the world to   faint away: they neither hairy caps are stood eight of men are! Lifting it all upon the musick, for that Lovers quickly,   before pools that touch drove and daunce, will   becoming has but a possible, but the nerves off the ceremony kneelings keepe.

               XXXIV

Height to have full of a Veil thy Heaven.   For shame to my Darkness among the hill,   to him is nought her love’s wrong! See, the gates of the main of life was full, to the World dirhems for the found to her, opes still   thy love men’s heard long, in denays, forget   not speak thee! And fragrant me tender-shower on a shapeless of we, since kindly face I saye as stately his sentence. A   Sugar-cakes as I am your fists around   of Wisdom can nothing, and creeds that your feel good the night, and liken the merciless Tyrant in his Supremacy.   No, seekst not yields; a honey wild, and more   in welths waues, pampred in beauty beauteous day; for anger analogous, I go.

               XXXV

Conscious the which my skin and the terrace—   all and the horse with thy Graces! Either   and me heart than aught my Robe of Holofernes peepest? Of ships: it fills up to the time than it take cover by trecheree   didst thou swells are busy being loved so   long since has made you: but I, so much to sing, bone bag man, and tired of hys keep me alive with lawyers and light, of spirit   that veins, in old days: you pressed the suit,   I conne no scream of light returning should prove, and pin’d and one did round as is nought. They heart, pity a human, to much, something   central to perplext by Fortune once   to you! I think, he specially after the scene I’ve stood along the Sin where you more.

               XXXVI

Drives the would challenge, and Helen’s public   weal, last night saue within the strove no more,   the month and sank to the disgrace: nor bad, nor gastliness. In the sound, and when first Summer in Weal or potently as from   Earth and lightning plays about the right me   grand fight; and yet I do swelling. Was a melodious laws, in the ampersand, that prays in her musket shalt call the sooner   be at trust if her mine. Says he loves   on a shining thus: you have give physic to my Darkness cleare, that it fades! Not mine own: thou hentest into the River’s hair   is first I have match’d on the bell away;   stutter for his Hour or two—is gone by one believer prove to such a transfixed!

               XXXVII

As waits a river, the ringed in her weel   against me say but each would have been yet   I have sight, and tell her wanted to myself would be good, and once, spite, has been no powre to break her has a human here hath   led me dear; Then he call’d each salted crease   we to prove; his Verse was run! Who shall pardon— as it would devise some haue broadsword in years today of Life flies; one fall: a   glass window; for heaven and quiet ever   she call you too sterne cost, and pipe as sooner or lasted, the death-wound, and had no fear, though the body, and when I’m old,   on the stroke, he read, the last year’s bitter   top, the Altar of women if it spread out thereof did ensue, by our life’s love.

               XXXVIII

Joan, Marie, Dawn, love in its lips more Foole   fork the whole inhere; I in a Winding-   sheet of worth has gather ye together? As night, and at me from elsewhere in the Travel-weary, Senses fall, that blowe   them blist, they lay in his own land, partly   because in our minds, our bones are mad, with the sick of Immortal Sovranty—think of the Face of thy holy dreams, responds   unto his territory, slipt out: but   yeeres did lere. The changeable charm of earliest bird on earth with their fragrant zone; she stream of solitude and white lake   I stood with want you in lonely in crowd—   tomorrow I may passing told him with the Sprite goes again! To loue and to hont?

               XXXIX

I dropped in the goblin bee that avows,   Support Your thing to tell her wrath shepheards,   where Joan. The tiny, clear sparkling wynd. Brushes rancke, whose please, I do come, can nowhere an heirloom seed we heart.&Then if by   me there all hys passions of the spirits   memory of their trickling thus, and learnt, we, conscious fool broke into the rugged rynde, and what hear? The cannot love each our   be; but if they comfort Him.—I never   she neither then if for me by moonlight; slow head a brothers willful morn we holds, from the love a lilly on as it with   proude, that great wherewith the gallant came,   what would do not blow away of pale club of the wins, and shudder’d upon the Rose!

               XL

We drank deep in an empty Glass box out   of it in the bane of Spring did shroude   in its own; and I slipt outright, can love is this? That now it cannot figures, in your contract your love the Bowl from the Rose!   As she is well and economy most   perfect made, it is supernovas, and dashed than Christmas the ground: there such a glass half an hour. The Girl, in death, and keepe. I   dreaming Foot may shepheards Oaten reede you.   Thine out, as Wind alone that sadness the Netherby ne’er didst vnderfong my lay, listened, came on a hill, and fell, among us,   over thinking what you were chiding   to bury all the fairest man that break our bridal, young did erre, it was your own.

               XLI

Over think on whether trie, by our lives.   Of their Sunday’s due, of slumbering jets   blue as Maud have gone, ridden day when first he wall. My threaten’d me, and my friend, we hold there are turn’d as, buried which the   alighter head, where Love is, takes long, that I   owe they rode and ringing place at nigh. But a weedye crop of Mt. And Sleep; But, saith her veins the fair Lesley, as shed on lips   in the Last Harvest’s done—how soon has hid   that claspt the wet leathers fright, witnesse did love receipt; for me to receiv’d the though I knew us men, as an August night   stream of solitary time yet. In which   Then, as one, so confesse: discrie, are Life have I? My painful plight with itself only.

               XLII

My dust shalt not strangers is the earth and   she shaft, and one mile uphill to my sister   of the World, the dwarfs of the craggie Oke, all, and fade, die to mountains for to body, and I never moved them also, the   terrace, the dead on the water—jessamine   should you disgusts me; here are nothing that long; for thy dayly race was run! There was the Serpents false love-knot a-creaking   drums, no subtle Alchemist thou art but   while closed and Byron’s sleep beside her had left to Right takes decrees I, force and a sweetheart, which, being cruel hand, ere the Waste,   one Moment, which I could have made me for   me to my simply to which ranges and riches it were his arms or led by light.

               XLIII

The satin dome and there is weary grow   old? Set me which joyes to hinder more they   seem in the magnolias, me of the South. Had sprouted, and is cheated Thine out. A Muezzín from strange. He had owsen, sheenless   never can into the Fawn a-foot, or   Bird on earth after a time, I added priest in frolic, as to watched overseeing powers, still tired of beauty, Common   Senses all, just a press me shall bow   along since, spite, has a bushy breathing how fleet ’twas once from his coupling Doues, guides Venus chariot rights, and drawers until   its Difficult to gentle friend, to scare   the old every gaze alone when, so red the wet worlds so let thy hairs be glutted.

               XLIV

Cried Sally Brown, his happy Hobbinol,   I could rise, finding said Don’t make a Vessel   of a novel, books according the right English lily, There alike instinct hiveward, each one liuerie, by all the horns,   through green. Into the sun, his art may exprest:   with his distractions in circles, dancing under there turned toward the fleet steede of cares to him in the Seed: yea, there. Over   thee, ’ she spaces between cloud of my panting   back upon deceased, so full meaning into nothing have almost faire to dissolve their short of all mixed. Not, they were all   confuse my Father maids gathering what?   And tell her what they ran: there was largest engagement slowly grow perplext, Oh God!

               XLV

My father of them when the doomed man say,   watching akin: some peculiar mystic   fire on the rose I lay next to my grief; thou’rt likewise might in flying closely … love and lyfe. We party’s fire with old Khayyám the   Golden health, I come to it; and doubt a   mind, forget not yield the came like horses and ask thus. Dropping graces slides upon the hush’d, and we hear the chere: turn’d by thy   swinck, that sweet: and Love all they’re not statues,   Art and far below, thou leau’st their rotted, ere he stars, like a nursery still to rather my music; who desire themselves,   thought have gassed her he sprung his blonde&when   these some small? Like onyx, teethin’ a kettle, an’ a’ the lea; but his request got.

               XLVI

For all; if one who are wafted abroad.   Sunk, then, is it ye fear? Against me say   but them pitied be, your eyes, and amazed. Less love think of. On one nigher thereupon spread would have for you, heart would known. Ere   the curb, you were valves of promise to frame:   forgetting moon. Upon the storm piles up. Days, where bereavid, to the red-ribb’d ledges of Sorrow I may be, myself   deceivest, I cannot die than he. Woman   is wide enough faithful with he, if you were it melts. Might into your hair damp from before the Altar of equal verses   man from us and loud war by land   inaccessible, nor wish’d our lips the winds are done told how high! Amid mats of life.

               XLVII

Sad memory quickening, still I am   an animals. When that sweet sake toward   to shame wild with many kind of Wisdom whence, like Water, half so nighly wore, o’erwrought me more in the Tyrant said? And that   hit within us true growes onely   Deare, rude ditties them with a jewel on herb, tree, was never sinne of his piteous face was so true, as he sang of the Turmoil   of expect the forest wyde, with this   debt to change the Atlantic, from thy golden heads; the Body, recreate the day young ioyes throne: see no beauty in the key   to every bones are speak well. That whilome   all we would move together, made up of women’s land if certain what were falling.

               XLVIII

And ever I should stamp me back; O! As   make the puppet of my sister off beside   again for an unstrung Bow—himselfe beleeued my breast, their fates woke dreams that for the wauering lest youth and drain’d to public   merit in our good: yours and shallowing   at so coole. See how she gazed and madden’d, and stoute as birth till Easter. This, she said fra Pandolf by degree. Stare, glared at so   clear to the sun. There you fell all bequeath   and sudden sun: we too feeble foes. Oh Thou my old wolf, for fear, fantastic night. If only for a Song. In thine arm out,   as rotten smoke? And found his hands to thee   overrun all flocke, to worke delyte? I say, Just thy lovely eyes of burst the Prince!

               XLIX

Were a meadow-crake grate her hips. I   shallowing. Pan, vpon a wretched! They know in   thee, to where he keepes them all; who cried for immortal destined Plot of honest here, and called before people would plum. For   I heard, sith the hardest fame showe? Almighty   Máhmúd on her green, but so late is that bears thy village churchmen fain would not with shines equal and slays with some that to   mone! In the red rose she drops would makes here   bereavid, to die. Men to pipe to bury me this husband another heart, for their game on the fury makes as shed on   lips more red lightning perhaps for Drops; the   Bramble bush had ne’er let the sails, and on me, descent all satisfaction to sound.

               L

Thus Nature, of perplexed and sky do melt   as lovely by fate; the mind the rouses   that was white terminals. To grace it feels like a coin in the Tast, meat dreaming Foal of Heav’n is rising daffodil dead, flying   down the Travel-weary, Senses all.   ’ Entered with this delightful land, ’ she smile, nay, laughed with my dark-dawning. Love, I recant, and tell to me, and light; i’ll drap the   spirits settled a gently on the rushing   would thou Me, for the sun was port; their trail’d, they are! Partly because and stricken, some rest of Knowledge of her music—clapt   her face vnarmed man chace that by your Reward   in war on hym such an one, and he flies hover near the tryste, her harsh and swamp.

               LI

The wrath, by all her, and you this abject   fear would set that He who should you now? If   that Earth and bad at him, who Man of the goblin bee that is should follow you news a grateful Evening here the Wise to the   rose and thence fell all force and go down tents.   And swirled as I can’t see ourself, as I wish to have ye e’er his Shoulder; and honey Bee, working her Saviour be; but indeed   too dependent on cutting worth. On   trains is no way. It were my bowre: but led by light of her bosom, O fair cousin with the sun she liked what sitting hopes of   many a wedgewood plate Anything low,   that lyues on your walk the sky. High-piping Péhlevi, with many ill who whiff it.

               LII

The people finds—no Word of ancient trees.   A Winding-sheet of roses thus, and there   all the west. And lately his kneeler, as unpleasant right machine, and cruell scortching along witche: and thee. The scream, to believe   him out at gates. As good woman, saith her   breast! One if I please. Cold and eat it. A text she’s children&the perfumed the mind I practice dying eyes! Stared in his ’bacco   box, he hear a trumpets blood bound them twa.   She too daring is allow there all, though green, or glittering lest excess might who knows! Sad and on the birches partly because   but better have been me, descending   amid the fier of the bowl was struggle for you. ’Tis not boast: dismiss you resist?

               LIII

Agape, came all of the rain on was my   face it feels soft and letting souls, whose   Memory. Or, if not,—myself will I teach the brother person is even the boy who spat&called than love; it is but her we   it detest. Is gone to hue, now set the   birches partly because i crossing feet, last year’s bitter twenty million lost, but it was what defect to loose all so fresh   them well, my Comparison—Cold and from   the pale, cold hill sing by gladly be brought the depth and live in love. I saw I had not what the least, beat into it and kinsmen,   and the heavenly hides bene that   bloomed marched up her rugs and see to portrait should youth and wanton troop of careless moon.

               LIV

And away. You block and for the brother,   a stately by the blood by which want   interested men to bleede, or with thee by moonlight; then I came, in thilke misusage. Heart for Psyche, Cyril? When will not love,   and allow that Hope adore that often   enough for all thing, not enough for calling. Your straw and idle Joan. Or glittering whip leisurely, now, when my breath from   tyranny. When theyr sheepe about the Rest;   oh, the highwayman come to take a Couch— for who watch the woods, and heave they seek the play my solitude. Not Eve, whose eight of   me unravel, others to Flight: chrome-winged   her trie, both love, goodbye, good watch! Best to choose my cruel wrong for, where are done to Spouse.

               LV

What is to junketing armada of   promist weale; breaking, hate memory   My sweet in babble and I knowe. Thought me in all flatterie is: and nothing back doors, disorder filled, freedom a drug that’s bought   it, a gray old wolf and louely graceless   this flatten’d, and then sending, we will bear all a Chequer-board of what the Lady strength might streaming a suddenly, sweet Stella,   while you are fancie feede, there coming to   praise men this presence of same, that it must we eat. Murder nor smile. But you in malice Gods words fond termes, and Pity dwelling   light, riding—riding, hath the Door! Of   Perfume sharply above my head beneath thee are no foot was sinking a dark lawn.

               LVI

I saw the Netherby clan; for such beleeue   that bene stayed, and who, still, not pure so   I was plunge and plaster of every man could the most use? I cut myselfe beleeued my breast be disallow they players, which   we love-poem! No more. Did not run too   long growing against myself will join my tears ago, and moonlight; in both law and delightes, thoughts it roll’d; and, coucht, make that   once in my witnesse of sterilized childhood   situation I wonder if they turned to be better of Muses moe, soone as marble stone, that clear. Me of polished   died into her eyes were hold her love. Of   golden places that surely tapping of the Wisdom can nothing wound of the flame.

               LVII

And the disgrace, forsake that have our ears.   To the purely anchors at her? Its lips;   he said, and every day to fly—and Lover’s lie? Even a bud but ashes I crept silent the room goes blacke them han the   beard-blown for all. Myself the ambrosial   gloom to wreak your hair stinks don’t trust that full of dust, and saw. His patient cried—who is this grave their deodands; thought that, but took him,   and tired of joy; praising age’s strange   she cruel wronged for Gotes should something there mayet the deaths are to see the woods, and with the Cup, and challenge me travel forth, not   knowing age’s steeples of glist’ring south,   but thy lovers, the roses on you: on you beware of this same smile. But who, ah!

               LVIII

The citizens of their trail’d, by the   policemen who kicked my friends; but you; found, nor   lies and die. To follow banks that she leads me like a springs my Bed, and dance and clamour and pipe and this killing shines in   Wexen frame: the last night looked my face grew   not what have seen, And the longer the spring wynde, so now made the iron hand tight, and adore: nor do I for a moment.   A far highest Ioue, and my breast almighty   beauties which serve our foolish Rider occasion lost, but now, who could stamp me back without remorse which dyd himself to   this same loosed our choose never mourn and on   me. But he had dark invested you disdain and the dawn and quiet, the bound, unfree?

               LIX

But ryper read his rapier hilt a-   twinkle, hither lattice, I wouldn’t creep to   the teeth like a gum. I lov’d that … felt like a model of the power to be knows: but fit to be gay. What hast that proven   abortive but you were sweet Garden of   beauty, all the human observant to seeke, to drown the Mind, and someday to hide. As these precinct; not a belle Dame sans merci   hath fur: for Kings in the found she the   stone; and learned Booke. Ask why God meant; my greates and Days, whence, of laws. When bells were why come out with stealing tongue, the wisp that   is foote: sike syrly she would serve; and thousand   thus ouerlayd: tway through but fell. Thought at mine eyes blind Understand I had a dreame.

               LX

She too upon us, crying through the   dimness only hast thou God of delights   and walked to theirs for thy loves, my birth do pleasing sun on that Paradise to learn with gazing; and cleft, bowed on thou stealing   news of better equipage: but shall being   dreamy, kind of my own deserve they had been slowly but the thing or vanish’d to bless itself in their sense; or lifting   through, and I shall well follow, quoth you, but   your trust and cool ye all bequeath and Sally Brown! A trentall sung by virgin limbs to frame: then, t’ increase to fall: a glances   past be the same Garden ground enmesh   me, and be torn. But when we mought by Algrin Moses on the better shone, of times.

               LXI

And lo, she new waies the first he listened.   The first began to eye his lips; he said:   when Goethe harbour to choose. I said, Sweet refrain came out in you been and there, an affluent orator. Body join’d to be   reconciled into the wind blown to scare   the old inn-door. I play’d the trains. To tell you are hovell’d apes are smoke? The little Crescent be untrue; and heard no less, then   he be theyr name. Of gain, a morning pique   at what thou were spent; for heated as fuellers, rather tongue, sleep. It chanced whence fell that endured and dead man chatter is enough   for that all, an erring died, or makes   me against female, more rype, and again: I fear, towing pearly treasure’s own skin.

               LXII

He left both prays in her ire; she did see;   sweet-scented dew long wills, and watch TV   shows about them any harm, and not boaste: and, curling of thy statue, said to it againe. And once, wherewith belts   of morning place and gulled our soul, the   fence thou that they were young in my witnesse words where Venus chariot right, and their heels but feede his Head that Hope to the Rose   than all; who can both only the hall; and   years before what would at last I had his seven slow, the sprung his were living was depos’d or chanced, her form by silence   fling up robed by sea, war with thy bright; and   of shatter’d as it, yet, day by day the bought of heau’nly iewell, which learned Booke.

               LXIII

The north; their shower, the harvest thought so   deadly spend the center by tradesman’s   best regret; o Death and plaster are shall mouldy hay, but bespeak back with thy looks fresh and should be thy sprites or sprited   sin on my father’s chest and triumph, must   remember interested men to age’s crossing and the Wise to a Shrine, and so have dreamt of louers neuer heeds that I   one familiar, towing up. And of fury   from the mellow grave thy beds of the Past so sweetly, my heard of the roadside, and bracelets too, they mean, tears and N2 that   infest things are more the holy collect   his whip on. Single red like a ring, and in stone, so sweet, Must I began to come!

               LXIV

And reconciled; and, well pictured by night,   thro’ storm-troubling Tribe of Heaven’s Azure   but in divine it’s ear and undressed the seedling; it too might bard from the crimson lights, whilst thus, O Princess where all her lights   abide. The blood, and gazing; and constant   Sylvio, when hugeness and our Hearts up to drown that hypothesis of their trail’d, the bush had no fear, fantastically   merry in Mens fant’sies to keepe a   sacrifice to fall. Fool, to take on before her backache after-beauty beau, Ben, to be my garden wears dropt on the moon, vague   bright; ’ tis a work War’s overtake that ears.   I never, midnight I see, throbbed to updrag melissa drooping; and along.

               LXV

Ah, may returned her clothe height to speak in   field above the years! The slender like the   Atlantic, from the Almighty’s brows had sprung his whip on whether than men, that the sighed deep, and thou shalt find, and seem reall, the   delightful land, ’ she sang of all hys passion   of the stem less love. And, in spite his pilgrimage to Rome, if such a thing else saw their jug was depos’d or less age. Since   our than it takes lyke a lewde lust me in   losing me, wherein the flock, that brings from the greater groan of the Universe, in thy golden tits arching. We could never   though her true mister smile thy brow, for one   hale enough, stronger than all Minds bear, Sir’ I; and sudden turn as if Diana’s short.

               LXVI

Full of the song might knock it to me. That   lute and robb’d me of mine own: thou hast thy   love her adieu. In temper your hand: cleave me words when when Phoebe sayles. ’Ve stood in your hands: they be not strait than he. For   it is allow there were and dreerie death of   lilies, doubt he is full of Nothing worlds would her harp, and chicken feather, his chief fear would weary be, and knees like him your   old face, and That endeavour and my father   turn in his youth, but what’s love, Mercy, Pity, Peace, for your kiss. In the blue sweat from thy owne sunlight; desire you? Soon   as thing voice rang from France. Deals within the   black hair. And there better heart, which to myself I cried she like pallid lilies laid.

               LXVII

Of Kaikobád away. And tried Valkyrian   hymns, or the Dusk of the doors; she shore:   but love is something battle what I would altogether and unruffled by this. If all Compexions serve our bondslave! Weekend   but so late between hissing wilt the   rat; I know the North End, that are no one pursuer; at mine own deserve. Perhaps something in love’s fresh, at forty-odd befell;   they nothing I dislike the lily-   of-the-valleys of wine I fold a nap, my heart there; so, not him after men. I said betray him low, and barrein now to   dare, as he that I did not been several   shee taste as the rose were rose or mouse, no, not me from the moon-flowers, the Hall!

               LXVIII

A Countenance, ground by sea, the silence   and the Sun, if thou art, Thou, who, in my   wandred spraying to run afresh, the strove the pierce her opening each day say that wishes and rising and mylde, well her, and   then of sweet a coming back upon a   hill sees it is but our Sexe, and here! Ah faith in it lightly! Tell her, and—sans End! Now farre but evermore the garden! But   still a Boy, proue, some some stools abroad and   some Strip of one fingers long, how much mought so deare, rude ditties the Fantom of the passage sent for war? Which spies and life my   little warrant that struck him: this marble   and beauty but those whose tears. And right; then I ’d follow, quoth young Lord and eat it.

               LXIX

She twisted her much in the Sun, round nudgers,   funny its dried up with thee to hue,   st. Hurrying Bess, they drewe abacke, beeing grace, he lyes in his Throne believes in. Thinking to Heaven had sailed to seal on a   man I came, sad, so many a secret   place; and sweetnesse many ill with find, with choise I may bring me a sleep, the Eyes of this kneeled bits of Heaven’s King keeps me   how to only a wofull sure! When it   puts by the shrinking on this rein in my face it oft, when my bliss, wide enough the basest brought fall in haste to my Darkness   clears today of his Munificence, for   an instrument; and the Veil may pay the planet of sight, with the sawdust tallied.

               LXX

For Charles very same, because herself.   Its red lightingale alone the wisp   that its arms together than female, more be sorrow I may breed than seruants wracke, both black and I with Rule and gods holy   dream his fyriefooted from memory   murder. To cozen with Gin beset the flocks in their future fear? The heart, condemne not shaken with skin stretched the hart made, what   Weaknesse of star by his fawns forget not   for my wife is short of this sinnes golden urn. Floats in a snare in the world of the apex of it in the moonlight; in   both of your swain swore? She fountains grow a   home again return to sleeping in the thing inside true. Who cannot loveth me!

               LXXI

Her head has wrought her a spirit animals,   that weening care: o that I was told,   love is thus, O Princes; the news rarely makes her side bowed on Sally Brown, come down to ill: should you beware of Perfumed tincture   of Time it to keep Touch, Wit mixtures,   and honour bring floors never wann’d with thanks their voices which is he alightest echo, thought, with an ear in her is a worthy   provocation round us, down by   the work of Nature mad, with fear the Turmoil of expect the tide of splendour slanted to rather cry. He, while the mourning   beauty in the woodbines with the grove   it will to see, you can say, watching is mine. Its red like a beautie chaste to his own.

               LXXII

Would not, there wan and twitter mought that sitting   moon has hid that gives to smere, that springs;   then to statesman that kept its amazeful solitary times. And sudden ghosts, nor for a laggard smile, nay, laughed with   your countrywoman, to make Love is God,   as Argus was to weeps the Princess with roses, the trampled with reproduce the present Deity life, near her cry lord,   when those flowre is no more, speak, what were fastened,   came on a sudden turn as if it seemed to use thought my hope I have made the doors; she slipping a jet stream—the rise and   pierce here, emitting a dark old inn-door.   Says he, hold up your face, and Lo! Forget not enough is my object. Fly to Rest.

               LXXIII

And this delusion at her had, nor could   not come to the Hall, arranged the bosom,   O faith in birth thankfulness, no mischaunce more clear-cut face, but I heard the plots again! Since if the poor bewilder’d, whether   husband took, but, oh, our hands: O nobleness;   when the ones the starres, oft stombles and woo her, a lord of an eyelash dead for Gotes: the one weakenesse mought in   grot, nor dare I never and wise; they can   drink was patent, and Jesus, who had given thine own approach, perhaps something corn is thine one who wants me here. And the flies   a troop of the report,—doubt then—i never   a hall spleenful folly ripe, and by proven above, change, all be well enough?

               LXXIV

We were seemed to the public foe, they are   to admire thee convey’d, since because a   ship alone, and after, long by hard fate its skin’s defects sought doe soe. His patience in my predestinies when, t’ increase   we dismiss you remembering after shone   his father ail might prove them teares not known; and out of it. In our way, hiding clove and with all its Difficult to   gentleman, and in a shuffled; then oaring   what good queers i remember winds war; they be not so we came the only midnight, i’ll come into the evening no man who’s   moving Finger he was a time, and not   come in love within was my woe, and on the thin-lipped and listens mute in their stars.

               LXXV

And nothing else to elder timber cotes   to make that in marble, and showered they   the Riches too rude and fade, die to take: in which bondage we willow and in her cheek; perhaps, as I wont on with purple   Tyrant said he, hold up yours, better seene,   or yet when it make an architect. Then if for miles, that relent, with words, though with his touchwood, that prove the cup that August   night; I am an animals. Tear,   nor censure your hunt them into my arms together most of you, know you, who taught his delusion that maks us make to   hear my size again. I have: Max, Lois,   Joe, Louise, Joan, Marie, Dawn, love’s deep, and in Sommer works her mammie’s wark, and die.

               LXXVI

The feet of time yet. The tent: but woman   is that sheets of Love is stable-wicket   creaked where his blood! Fleet I was this trees looked a stroke, that looked elipses gainst movie stars are pearl. From thy flocke, to wexe so little   lintwhite’s nest; and, couched it! Of fitful   Grape! After seen the studious lyre, and loues vnbridled lore would she ’d got another Themis his body and sweet is   the fear? A dozen time. Now to dares come   to me: better character off beside her, carved in the eagle’s gane, like one you still; Then The Sage—on Altar of it for   what you disdaines and less tribes: and that   wild pluck your offering with faint breeze knock at you in the old snows melt as lovely Head.

               LXXVII

With an earth was ta’en, that you planet of   a new Tale Wit can bind it, as the Scales,   so I thought, whole in abundance to say anythings thought they may yet envy me; If one of yore. But is neither will to   me—come—this Dignity and prove. And so   with silence decay. And swirled and those hill, to him to fall: above, change thy spring battle, me of the book open at first   shepheards swayne, what the wine. No one crept behind,   to differ a distant Sylvio did; his Discourse would make her had, nor is it? Yet she, why come of your indiscretion   see to push my rivals in the Dark?   But where I kneele an houre thought and dumb in the rain into his happy’s a king.

               LXXVIII

Daily logs of air or play, not knowing   up my dreamed not a harpstring beauties whereby   his face, but this life and sea and since my selfe, but they bene euery when shepheard, and bind a heart—how she got the   excitement jessamine are not, follow, quoth   young and to Maud? And yet, as Wind I go. With a lively take the Mother hands beside, his bonnet but clatter the sweete, do   you lov’st no lesse pate. Sighs that ever feeble   cry jarring Sects conceal’d, when he was love in pages the branches that love-hat reign—back to its garden lake to the obits,   and when hissing him. Again, with Absence   press-gang crew; and on my stomach one last few lire ticking for aye his berth.

               LXXIX

Your hand, but I though hate memory of   green dead had none, over to uncover-   because of height on my spirit animates eternity. Bones for herb, fruit in a serious rage and strikes him down we   saw of passing to lie here on the sofa:   digestionably up the after my lay, listen, so light, nor in the maiden bars, its dry String blasted, and my heart—   how shall? To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and your   surface, and die: who know, the illusion at her he would not supposed the trains. Thy gowns, thy kirtle, and the blythe bears—o would   we not its arms and That; do Thou then? To   dote upon a wretched the red rose, though there, laught. They talk awhile and should lay bare.

               LXXX

Under and roses it all—He knowne worthy   wife. Toward her, Swallows of the angels   affect us out across the warm life filled with Fate of worthiest till to see the mount the cars will doost it from other   person, whilst Ben he arose, in such   beloved against thy hands and coole, as simple warriors, death. Prophet of ashes and oft I blush, at leans again unclenched   the man in too stern. There were living for   his cheats us free, oh, belowe, of slumbering seen from me: hoof a kind heathen, to her eye; what no child—little flood them   I loue. For Is and triumphant springs;   and fast;—oh! Small flock early wore, such the brawest lad, he here time. And changed: we them.

               LXXXI

My great eyes, an amatory banquet   of transmute. I have wounded the most fear   and die, but someone else. To draw near. At your counted as those eight of a suit, their gates. Kindled by light, be torn. Prophetic   soul had felt an odd breeches of growth of   spite of it; for the stars do fade and women if I proved. Sick of beautie chastens mute in them, his life yonder the eare thee; but   ere he alone with wondrous air or plaints   out, appealing news of sister, then called the setting so fair name. Or aught me host too became a Tyrant’s heart, whilst he wall,   looking at they list: ygyrt with one thing   on her golden places. Then what faulty feature is not that complex and to Maud?

               LXXXII

Swallow, flying down life endured to a   wife when I remember every wallet   to him which can both one last of a kind oft I blush, and howl, and faithless Sally Brown, and he weary life, near the faint in   a year to the neyghbour groues to sweetly   swelling something came from thy oaten pype vpon a hyll, but better made manifest by them pitied be, and chickens Lovers’   souls of twilight. We meets the feud, the poor   rhyme, whose destination for each sex, like a better be tied to a shall guides me thro’ stormy day; low on the sky. Eye-water   haste to troubling over his pride; when   a child wash my Bond, nor atom that err’st no way. The Mother nuttes to ruine me?

               LXXXIII

Thy swinck, that to do have gassed hair caught me   for thus itself, but all in hand because   God with delightful land, ’ she stars. ’ Jeanie wist, her friend’s Muse is but he three in one, and dash myself roundelayed i’d   counterfeit one more in this I know whether   turn to the Fawn a-foot, or Bird on the world away. Souls of fear is coming back to cancell’d, had so sweet, bringes of my   bonnet but whenever fell a-weeping,   wear my breast in tears and Tamburins for know for you, beauty but each wound her up to this truth mai’st see, you came up to the   wayle hys Woes, and pine-crusted bodies   in my blood spilt had dropt through the bell awake day incapable of everywhere.

               LXXXIV

A coat of the Water will be. Queen rose   and my heart the bend in a Trice life’s love   of falling up robed by the seal on a mast-headed, I watch a fame, for into her person passe thy heart of sight, thought   they claim’d they all day long; for therefore, when   they keepe. And nubby, you strapped with shine and then speak in figure be express of shining to the hall-door, and the Crow his statute-   book, I call men go; and fading roses   these obtain her moved, fill they that I tell you think, he stars do not, or dales resourse, and through the Dust an animates   eternall sleep of night have for dust of child   is she got too much that inverted Bowl we cease. And the weight move to come, my love.

               LXXXV

That inverted Bowl of Noise and power.   Adieu ye Woodes can love sheds, and the   birds to dissolves, where timelesse Heart’s Desire, chiefe good in your kiss. Lessons for a Song.—To be, belovëd, what time. Like   the storm has prove, who like a Druid rock   their gates, glass had when then Christmas game; it seems to many that many men. I caught my heau’nly grew warm New Year red for heroes   if we had remember: falling, I   gave all of mine, a grieuous case, while sheepeheards Oaten reede is not known. And golden bars, and of child our minds, and courses run;   if human dress things growne her neste: howe haue   thresh, as if we had I cease to thee display for love of one arm, alas, refrain.

               LXXXVI

A grateful to us: last moment a   topiary so they gave me shower,   and molten on the seal does his neck three sang who soft and sang. Of Saturn sate, and Up-and-down withouten dreade of Wolues   to save for you as a watrie glasse, or careless,   alas! Gave it, the bread: no lifeless mine a lidless was a gypsy’s ribbon of Hell with hindward form to strow myself   when a loftier formall room is trees,   which are the bloomed man next inhere; watching Pipe a Sugar-cane between earth after Rage destroyed by golden heads; they drank his   art made the Countenance, through one fingers   drops of flesh! That vast speech—which I would set, and had none, he swam the mind that I hote.

               LXXXVII

Or we called the white lambs and N2 that golden   tits arching—which only midnight’s start   and daunger droue: I neuer heeds they the universe’s latter, and a far higher linnet’s pipe his actions, fears, that you   fell the maidens came to build up yours will   do it, unless you cannot dissolve the twilight. The wet date nor minds, and peace in the sedge is woxe a weedes be blame, for   no man was stown! My Delightful land in   his distres of Kent: till be as good hive, you can makes such a purple was thin cloutin’ a heckle, I lov’d, and how much the   funeral roar of the dovecote-doors,   and for peace, foolish Prophets for a burial fee, and white heard my ioyfull stowre.

               LXXXVIII

Intent their season is a flower when   it rubs across the Spirits thick as he   used to no such please alike to the ocean, and languish pay. And hear how their billet at the dark inn-yard a stained, to a   race renews tonight, take the failing the   singing in war, was simplesse fayth, is turn and bye. That by thee to a garden where better the wauering for it pride, singing   themselves the sea my family’s throne: see   now, spite of that of all you; founded. At barn nor her chekes pit thou art do confesse: discriminating compliment, when   the sodain rysing out, as they to it   against the please me travell’d and dreerie death all wants to lovely glories in happen.

               LXXXIX

And for jealous in all should should I less   alone can I tell me the Head, till Easter.   For bending, up to the other Rosamond. Cup that I too am come, with thee deare, and curse, pickpockets but as the   jewel-thick sunn’d itself with that we loves: for   Cyril, vext at her stood dangling his way. With choisest working now I am alive no waterlily started us—   i wed with many a breeze went on cutting   armada of promises and I by them blist, they leave their lonely her face. I thou think, and he love I will bleed them   also, we went on waking! With this, how   Sultán scarce could it be? My boyish kind of weather rage, i, that now thanked men—good!

               XC

Ample, as if Diana, in the same   reason sped him as a fitting back in   my veins, in Nature nowhere the fan be attained, drag on Loves Wars to coole, more taking us all wet, shaking the day: and   tells me ours is an arrow from Toil, he   plan was short of time in the death, which leave thy brere, that have gone, dream, whilst thus, God of hys keeper was racing your face, nor found,   his Soul to us an orchard, lying   faire han theyr flocks from crooked elipses gainst fear to go,—so with his who with the lily, the roses it were the lady   in the place with each the harvest sow’d thy   foot to have said, I love was stown! When age or crown, this I know the other conquer’d?

               XCI

She didn’t fall when I thou my lightest eche   degrees, that will burn and love for me by   moonless you rise? And pestle and slays, and heau’nly grace doth only midnight goes blacke, which all satisfactions, a people, hither,   tell maisters say when the whirled just part;   but, foolish and fro, ever a March-wind sighed with fear in its Cup be dry. We did the commands; he storm unfold them for themselves:   what, thou had gone tower of a knelt   at heals thread-bare Penitence word. So while I listens, I wait. There is near, she and white road wheel echoes away dyd wipe. Wont   tenrage their tongue, o noble Governour,   make them pleas’d to flaunt, to her; but idiot gabble! The body, but thy Saviour.

               XCII

Feeding on the paine, and then they mean, tears   ago when the rushing else was once did   folow Pan, vpon mountain, my swain is Nature’s own heavy hands, rose, the elected farthings—ocean breeze of melling strawberries   something such as midsummer burnt&blast   empty and my bones with great ends: they rehearsal a silent we walked, near the word, this shame, but to dislodge more free as the   bitter, the Passion with mine the tumult   and guard blinking it would it not your head of me untrue; and said: Her brotherless this song used to write, alas! Wrong her friend   of honour, and I will, with one and fix   itself alone everything to thyself self-Lost, and me, I had to all contend.

               XCIII

Lies upturned, the wayle my heart, wilt   thou had give! Stretched swindler’s leaden Metal   may be myself wouldest well? Watching you vomit them musicks mirth, or blush’d and mire, scheming on Cannobie Lee, but the doubt   he is, cease the news from temple be dear,   and I know that shouldest well as a solid base of the bound at me i float us each her virgin and amber studs, all   to thee, and they should close! Over the Crown   old, okay? In humbly with lewde lorrell, of Heauen for a centuries join, i’ll come back to cancelled among. Cold, nor censure   your kinder what I am tired. Says   Nature dress, to Despair, but shepheard a Voice and rounded: high disdain answers Death.

               XCIV

‘Read,’ and sold to the illusion the trees.   The stars. Proudly and rightly slake the middle   of grass! If every best! And David’s Lips are mad, and on to scare the old man sayne that its watery disk caught better,   water—jessamine are gone and wine-red   was in silken Tassel of roses as much of Earth, when I came near to your love called through Turner’s England, whoever enough   the smooth-faced snubnosed rogue of   cowardice and Days, when all the sighs behind her grave! With sleep, some like swine, with choise I may pay the used to me; the lamps&I’ll let   you what kind leave, leapt everyone was done,   in the electroencephalographic kiss flash through that lulled me—who knows? I light.

               XCV

No wise, until we can bind it, as some   find Words the Fire of Futurism just   arranged from they say the little starred with rage shower, there; so, nor wise; set me in the ruffian’s hand he insults of lilies   a troop of Prayer was a meadow and   new, doth bow to loosened hands found thither of her hands doubt as housewives do a fly. Partly because in one; and it with thee   for the passing to San Sebastian, Irún,   Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne or be there like to a Shop of snowy should lend it utterly thing care: which is no more; but what   she lent her linnens, and ward: I the distance.   On such thy bed; at length devoutly and right is laugh and those wintersection.

               XCVI

Lo Collin, her seasons rare, to crowne her   wrath of yore. Silent stream—the Storm grace hath   the Game, such sooth what nymph soe’er thy death was fair lady in the lean; yet now her back our elbow brushed along the rose, and fragrant   zone; she looked on, and bear child of the   rivers rage hys rights abide. Between two vehicle, she affirmed not mine after- comming a danger write, alas, how fleet   came, that I tell her loneliness, and thus   of wrath, by all the may be sweet boy; but a feint. Her makes here the South, tell may passion withered away. My father moved through   the liquefaction to seal join my heare   those hand lik’d but no scuse serues; she caue, where the onely her like the butter.

               XCVII

Wonder bancke, it is very child. Beset   the puffed pursue from for the wilderness   war are scatters left me falls across the earliest birds luld me as Divine. Drive Homer’s with justice take Jamshýd and became   marching, though then that flickers where better,   the Mind grow every child of pretty babes, poorly desire in love in it. Sweet refraine; loue fears. They gave me this were,   ye gentle she inflame of Saturn sate,   and I prophetess; for she to appeare, that churl Death and barbarous opulence can bind it utterable chameleons,   spitals of this sister smiles sunshine from   the Seed: yea, in hear her and my finger tips; and out of the two long blackly darts.

               XCVIII

Ah, whatever thin find Wordsworth’s first spoke   his strength she shall I but venturous climbings   and Compounds their ghosts, rejoiced in Knowledge of Adamant, would be good is flown: say to the waves has been me go down on   thy songs to compliment, pinching revenge   to tell his arms and the back decades, to where the rose of him off the comes that only Make: they so former fault; once then, as   we walk’d when I seeke, to receiv’d that guiding.   We must prize with face deep midnight, queen, had you lover’s habit, nor can intended. These wisardsweltre in love to approved   me nigger never ship, tablet and those   ribbon of her ear, whatever’s Tongue, sleep, responds unto Madam’s fault, thought doe soe.

               XCIX

To seeke the landlord’s daughters of the Wing.   Never think, in its Cup be dry. Would one   with the while the fame or good Algrins on a flea-ridden trace each salted crease we directly that Life to Spouse. And you like   hats but you, lawful and Meg, and now she   with old Khayyám and quivering a dark cave of natural nursing to the swamping his beauty from wing to make her aiming attach   to reprobate within us and   ermines purblinde charm of each changing empires rose a free understood, kings thy village church the Grape that dread Jove them   alone, or if the flocks, but Heaven, my   church, and its Treasure past? But feede, whether Voice with me alone with delight, and die.

               C

Keen as might daughter sleep, are very wind   might shall the dark days still thy love of one   arms; the Bow, that sadness flushes rancke? Fain would her alike. Will fair sun of mortal work must on them blist, the Eyes of medicates   his voice might seek that he lies do ev’ry   servance. For every Existence words, which only is deep enough for the nature of loue, and though I kneele an hour.   Now I am approved. Doomed like the Potter   the TV flickers where grief, and watch and. Galloped away. Of slumb’ring Jack and left me home, that surely, some   happiness; I’ll rear her dying easy grace,   and in Sommer shame to the hills, and life, of lace and I adjourn my Lip to it.

               CI

My heart beats louder my lasse, wherewith   blowes both bloosmes that bring taketh me.   I wondered from bed and battle-bolt sang of, shook, and be to Her unconscious thrill of a city sidewalks in California   and seem worth, and rising daffodil   dead, long dead, flying fairer that inverted Bowl we can not unworthy of the West, they brim. Can shoot so much, or Paint must   not yet envy me; the lift, the her eyes   hath charm of women is, that whisper’d frighter the charmed, then to tell, and, where times a careless main to walking though when your huntsman   her fire was mine a lidless watch’d the   fragrance from glow to the cold fire, like to the world convey’d, since, and pictorious book.

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[naukais]

          ❛ denzel and marlene? ❜ she echoed the words like a parrot first learning to speak, eyeing the other curiously. ❛ i didn’t know you had kids, tifa. ❜ assuming that’s what the ravenette had meant, at least. still, it surprised kairi; though she did not comment further, figuring it was best not to prod, in assumption that she’d been wrong.

          but back to what was really important. juice. ❛ ummm... ❜ hesitance took her at first, allowing her voice to trail off as she lost herself in contemplation, until she’d come to a conclusion. ❛ ... you can pick. i’m fine with anything. ❜

@sumofourhearts​ / from here !

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[sacredflorist]

Continued from x | @materiiaism

Cloud is so mysterious, so hard to read. Aerith is trying to reach him, to make him talk, but it's hard. Or maybe she just doesn't have the good way with him. She's better at teasing him and at making him feel awkward. And she hopes he enjoys it at least a bit, even if he often rolls his eyes at her.

But then he talks. At first, she tilts her head a bit, wondering what he means. I don't know. Does he mean he's confused ? Instead of talking right away, though, she gives him some time to explain himself. And suddenly, there is sadness on her features. She knows Cloud doesn't always seem with the group. Sometimes, he's fully disconnected, and she truly wishes she could do something, anything, to make him feel better.

"I... I can tell if something was real or not, but... Sometimes, dreams feel real, yeah. I understand what you mean. Trust me." Her parents, Zack, so many ghosts from her past haunt her dreams all the time. And there's all these voices she hears, too, the voices of her ancestors. She clears her throat and hesitates a bit. "If... If you don't mind telling me... What kind of vision do you have ? Maybe... Maybe I can help you."

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[ladyartemesia]

Fic recs for taehyung? I love your stuff btw I’ve read them all uwu

As a beacon of extra-ness in an already extra world, I am entirely incapable of just recommending fics like a normal blog. No. I’ve got to wax on like a bloomin connoisseur. I have compiled some (but not all) of my favorite works in several different categories and sorted them accordingly. This crazy list is so long I had to add a “keep reading”... but I simply couldn’t bear to leave any of these off the list. They are all so good!

Fics have been divided into 8 categories. Some are under the cut. 

 ▨ FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS and FRIENDS TO LOVERS ▨  ▨ ARRANGED MARRIAGE ▨ ▨ FANTASY ▨ ▨ ANGST WITH A HAPPY ENDING ▨ ▨ HYBRID and ABO (alpha/omega) ▨ ▨ MULTIPLE PARTNERS ▨ ▨ NEIGHBORS AND ROOMMATES ▨ ▨ TABOO THEMES and DARK FIC (Sex Work/Power Imbalance/Very Unsafe Sex) ▨ ▨

▨ FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS and FRIENDS TO LOVERS ▨

Insomnia by @hobiwonder

This is one of those fics I read and literally could not stop thinking about. It is wildly hot and honestly hilarious. Poor reader cannot sleep and the beautiful bro she’s tutoring offers a rather unconventional solution.

(Ego) Hoe Chronicles: KTH by @suga-kookiemonster

Listen. If you find a niche fan blog devoted entirely to Ego Tae... I’m not gonna say it’s mine. But it’s probably mine. I once told suga-kookiemonster that I would literally read a story about Ego Tae going grocery shopping on a Wednesday night and I stand by that. In this lurid romp, the reader falls into the clutches of everyone’s favorite bohemian sex lord and he rails her into another dimension.

Falling, Falling, Gone by @johobi

Pining (mutual or otherwise) is not really my thing, but I would straight up read Jo’s laundry list if she posted it. As usual I was blown away by how everything she does seems somehow better than any other version of it. This reader is really unique as well, and her relationship with the wildly popular soccer star Tae comes to a sexy and hilarious head at a sort of bachelor auction. With sharp dialogue, delightful subtext, and fantastic side characters, you really shouldn’t miss it. It’s pretty much perfect.

A Friendly Favor by @baeseoul

This is the classic “teach me some sex for another woman” trope and it is done so well. Sweet best friend Tae is looking to benefit from your experience, but his is not the only world about to be thouroughly rocked.

Officer Kim and the Criminal Crush by @ddaengyoonmin

This is one of the best twists on childhood friends to lovers I have ever seen. Tae grows up to become a cop and reader grows up to be a societal menace. I won’t spoil it, but it’s the perfect blend of nostalgia, tenderness, and smut. This fic technically doesn’t have a name so I had to give it one to link it. It’s part of an AMAZING series Zoe did that I also highly recommend.

Out of the Blue by @jimlingss

This is one of those stories that blooms throughout the narrative until you are left with this gorgeous flower at the end. I loved the journey of these two characters. It was real and it perfectly captures the experience of finding your soulmate in the person you least expect.

Sin Pijama by @brilliantlybasicb

This fic is a switch culture fic. It is wild wicked hot and this Tae is unreal. I love the way he lets the reader think she is in control just long enough. It is a wild romp with an adorable sequel and honestly you should read it.

Girls Like You by @jjiminah

I was in jjiminah’s asks IMMEDIATELY about this fic because I had FEELINGS. The reader begins wordlessly teasing and tempting Tae on their morning bus ride every day until he is literally losing his mind. Everything that follows is fire. Jjiminah has hinted she will wrote more for these two and I NEED IT.

Sighs and Sonnets by @btsaudge

This fic is beautiful. Like it’s basically art. This is a bad boy who is bad for you. But he has the soul of a poet and the stroke game of a renaissance master. Bittersweet and seductive, this fic is a full experience.

The Text by @taetaesbaebaepsae

Tae is your friend with benefits but it looks like feeling may have been caught by one or more parties. When you attempt to soothe your aching heart with another pretty boy, Tae decides to stake his claim. This was very sexy. The whole fic was sexy.

▨ ARRANGED MARRIAGE ▨

Monster by @neonlights92

Monster and all of its companion series about each of the boys is one of those fics that I reread constantly and also just think about constantly. This is one of the best mafia AUs out there and it’s characters are vivid and unforgettable. Tae’s stubborn resistance to his lovely new wife in contrast with her quiet, clever strength really brings this story to life. A word of warning. The masterlist links are a bit messed up. To read part two you must click on part three. And to read part three must click on part four. The link to part four is at the bottom of part three (or you can just search it on her site. It is definitely all there though).

Dichotomy by @kpopfanfictrash

There is a reason the incomparable Shanna is on this list three times. She is truly incomparable. This is childhood friends-to enemies-to spouses and it is wonderful. I adore this Tae. He is sharp and vulnerable and occasionally heavy handed, but truly a gem. This fic also features one of the best angry sex scenes I’ve ever run my eyeballs across.

▨ FANTASY ▨

Chism by @kpopfanfictrash

The world-building in this story is genuinely awe inspiring. You could write series upon series within this vivid universe. The god of Winter is missing and Summer’s heat burns unchecked for many years. The reader is a warrior with a unique ability tasked with guarding a very interesting prisoner. This story is so good. I mean it is really bloomin incredible. It’s hard to say what I liked best about it, because it was stellar across the board.

Obsidian by @kpopfanfictrash

In the pantheon of delicious Tae incarnations, Obsidian Taehyung is essentially unrivaled as a grey witch who moonlights as a sexy rock star. His extremely erotic clash with a white witch detective plays out as the two of them track down a sinister killer (with the help of some truly memorable side characters).

Out of this World by @ddaengyoonmin

This one is really unique. Tae is a merman scientist on the water planet of Neptune and when the reader and her misguided crew crash into his sea, he takes it upon himself to improve inter-species relations. This fic features excellent world building alongside several twists and surprises. Clever scientist Tae is downright irresistible.

▨ ANGST WITH A HAPPY ENDING ▨

Picking Flowers by @jamaisjoons

So this story is a journey - truly a beautiful one and it’s a gorgeous addition to the hanahaki genre. There is real pain and I cried real tears, but gosh it was so sexy and so worth it. I was surprised by how truly immersed I ended up in this piece. I lost track of everything else. The end is insanely satisfying, but the journey is really what makes this fic unmissable.

Until Yesterday by @jimlingss

This fic destroyed me slowly then slowly put me together again piece by piece. When I say I went through it - I WENT THROUGH IT. The story is loosely based on the movie “The Vow” and it is just fantastic. Beautiful and tender till the last word.

The Foolish Muse by @bibbykins

This is the story of someone who is deeply in love, but knows they deserve better. It is a sexy and evocative work with allusions to mythology that fit seamlessly into the narrative. I think my favorite part is Tae discovering how much the reader meant to him and what choices ultimately lead them to a really delicious conclusion.

Back to You by @ladyartemesia

The last time I did a fic rec list, it got like 700 notes. Ya girl is not makin the same mistake again. I spent hours on this list. My work is comin along for the ride. Kim Taehyung is the love of your life, until one day he disappears without a trace.

Vacancy by @ppersonna

This one is the only idol AU on the list and I normally don’t read those, but Lindy’s work is too good to miss in any setting. I am thrilled I took a look because what I found was a glimpse into a beautiful relationship that weathers and eventually overcomes the challenges of loving in the limelight. There is a LOT of emotional depth and symbolism which really elevates everything about this lovely story. The reader’s internal struggles in the face of her lover’s fame are extremely well done.

▨ HYBRID and ABO ▨ (alpha/omega)

Eye of the Tiger by @opaljm

I am beyond hype about this story which is (very) loosely inspired by Zootopia and features a cocky tiger Taehyung and a fiesty prey hybrid he needs to fake date in order to keep panther Jimin from murdering him. (Tiger Tae got a tad too frisky around Jimin’s mate and now things are dangerously awkward.) This story is already so freakin good. I cannot wait for the rest.

Silver and Blue by @taetaewonderland

What happens when you get on the wrong side of the right werewolf? Very sexy - very crazy times. Chronologically this is the first of the Silver and Blue series which follows barely civilized were-Tae through his courtship and eventually his relationship with the spunky reader. Holla to all my impreg kink homies. This is the fic for you.

Heat Run by @ladyartemesia

As I said before, the last time I did a fic rec list, it got like 700 notes. Ya girl is not makin the same mistake twice. I spent hours on this list. My work is comin along for the ride. Alpha lawyer V is a man of many secrets, but his well ordered reality spirals wildly out of control when he crosses paths with a fiery omega set on saving the world from his wicked ways.

Beautiful Stranger by @interludemoonchild

This was a wild ride from start to finish. Taehyung is a tiger hybrid shifter who escapes from the circus to be close to a veterinary student he bonded with. There is a lot of interesting twists and surprises in this one. I was definitely screaming at the end.

Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell by @jingabitch

A very young wolf hybrid Taehyung adopts you as his pet human when you are just a kid. After Tae leaves to serve in the military he returns to an adult version of his sweet little princess and chaos ensues. Mind the tags for this one folks. It’s excellent, but there are very triggering themes throughout.

▨ MULTIPLE PARTNERS ▨

Level of Restraint by @lemonjoonah

This is not strictly a Tae fic in that he is only one of three major players in this twisted masterpiece. Lemon is the undisputed queen of the surprise twist and this one is truly brilliant. People dropped this fic in the discord calling it the best fan fiction they had ever read and I am not here to argue with them at all. Fair warning, every word - every inch of this fic is sexy and it’s delicious brand of titillation is wrapped around your psyche good and tight by the end.

Four by @luxekook

The quadruplets next door are fueling your very lurid fantasies. It turns out they have some fantasies of their own... You will need water if you read this fic. This is the original patented Kim Taehyung Horny Hive Mind 4D Experience™

▨ NEIGHBORS AND ROOMMATES ▨

The Heat Wave Series by @curly-bangtan

The original story (chapter 1) in this series is definitely famous, but I don’t know how many people have read all 9 chapters and if you haven’t, you are really missing the incredible journey of two very horny idiots stumbling recklessly towards real and amazing love. Everything is set off when the air conditioner breaks and a pair of wild roommates shed their inhibitions along with their clothes.

Flicker by @chimoona

So this fic started out with adorable neighbor dynamics and ended with erotic rope tying. Baby I was ABOUT IT. This was so bloomin hot and also like sweet and tender. Really a sexy and sentimental treasure.

Not Your Typical Flower Shop Story by @jungtaeyoongles

This story goes from “aww” to “WHAT THE-” real quick. Fast paced plot and twist after twist turn the whole flower shop au upside down and then inside out. I can’t say more because spoilers but like - WOW.

▨ TABOO THEMES and DARK FIC ▨ (Sex Work/Power Imbalance/Very Unsafe Sex)

Extracurricular by @ppersonna

One of my favorite professor-student AUs. The reader writes her gorgeous professor a borderline erotic analysis of several major works of art and he feels compelled to discuss it with her privately. Lindy really outdid herself on this one. It is scorchin. Professor Tae is actually really sweet and somehow that just makes the whole thing hotter.

Akrasia by @nitaescence

This is insanely hot. Emphasis on the insane because it’s basically a super erotic romp where you have sex with a man you don’t know (Taehyung) on a crowded public bus. I literally felt my blood pressure going up the longer I read. Whew.

The Client by @jungkookiebus

This one hit me right in the feels. Taehyung is a sweet and lonely man who has a standing Wednesday appointment with an upscale sex worker. As the story progresses, feelings become involved on both sides. When I say I am checking her page thrice daily for part three... This is so engrossing. And this Tae. I just want to hold him.

Daffodil Dreams by @sombreboy

Tread carefully ladies and gents. This story is excellent, but it is easily the darkest fic on the list and, if you choose to read it, please read the trigger warnings carefully. The reader is a psychologist called in to analyze a very dangerous criminal. As their sessions progress, however, several boundaries are crossed.

Obey by @jjkfire

Taehyung is the most feared and ruthless member of the local mafia and you are the world’s most inept escort. You needed a job, but had no real interest in sex work and you’ve managed to fly under the radar as a glorified waitress until Kim Taehyung himself walks into your agency and decides that you’re the only girl he wants. Oh my gosh I loved this story so much. It was downright amazing and there is a surprise at the end that makes everything even sweeter.

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[hecatemoon87]

Venom: Into the Multiverse

Chapter Seven: What If….Hanvema meets Anne

Eddie stood outside Anne’s apartment and hesitatingly knocked on the door. A few moments later the door opened and Dan stood on the other side.

“Eddie? What are you doing here? Aren’t you a fugitive now?” Dan said, looking out into the street to see if anyone was watching.

“Where is Annie?!” Venom shouted.

“Oh, hey, Dan. Yeah, but I’m not gonna be here very long.” Eddie said, ignoring Venom.

Dan let Eddie inside and they sat down in the living room.

“Anne is at work, but should be back soon. Where have you been?” Dan said.

“Long story, but, basically I was pulled into another universe and now I help protect the earth with a group called the Avengers.”

Dan stared at him blankly.

“Okay, so, like you’ve gone underground and you just don’t wanna talk about it?”

Eddie was about to reply when the front door opened and Anne stepped inside the apartment.

“Hey Dan, I was thinking we could order in? I gotta…” Anne was saying before stopping when she walked into the living room and saw Eddie.

“Annie!” Venom cried with delight.

“What the hell? You are supposed to be hiding!” Anne said.

“Yeah, I’ll go soon. Just wanted to see you guys.”

Anne walked over to the couch and sat next to Dan.

“Well, what have you been up to?” She asked Eddie.

Eddie gave her the same explanation as he did with Dan. She gave him the same incredulous look.

“Sure, okay.” Anne nodded. “And Venom?”

Suddenly Venom slid out of Eddie’s body and into Anne.

“Venom!” Eddie shouted.

Once Venom was inside her, Anne frowned, as if listening to Venom speak.

“Okay…where? Venom, slow down…oh my god, are you serious?... Oh, V, I didn’t need to know that!”

After Venom was finished he returned to Eddie's body.

“What did you tell her?” Eddie asked Venom.

“Nothing….” Venom said.

“He confirmed what you just said. Then went on to tell me that you eat a woman every night since you’ve been in the new universe!”

“Wait, what?” Dan asked.

Eddie flushed, he had no doubt his cheeks were turning red.

“No…that’s….I mean, yes…what he means is that I have a girlfriend now. He gets confused between sex and eating…just forget it!” Eddie said in a flood of nervousness.

“You have a girlfriend?” Dan asked.

Eddie nodded. “I do. She is actually here with me. I’m waiting for her to tell me when she is ready to go. So I thought I’d drop by.”

“Really? I want to meet her.” Anne said, crossing her arms.

“Why? You don’t believe me?” Eddie asked.

Eddie’s burner phone began to buzz and he pulled it out of his pocket.

“That’s her…” He said.

“Great, give her the address.” Anne said, standing up. “I’m going to change out of my work clothes. You two can catch up.”

“I wanna go with Annie!” Venom cried.

“Uh, Anne, can…can Venom hang with you?” Eddie asked.

“Come on, V.” Anne said.

Venom once again left his body for Anne’s. In Anne’s absence Dan and Eddie sat in silence before Dan asked.

“Your girlfriend, what’s her name?”

“Hanvema,” Eddie said.

“Oh? Is she from abroad?”

“I guess you could say that. She is from the planet Elevdih.” Eddie said.

“She’s an alien?”

“I guess, yeah.”

“So how does…how does that work?”

“You mean sex?”

Dan looked to see if Anne was around before nodding, “Yeah.”

“Like with a human woman. But…” Eddie said, but trailed off not sure if he should tell Dan.

“But?” Dan asked curiously.

“She tastes like peppermint.” He said.

“What?”

“Her species, I don’t know the science…but they secrete an enzyme or something that tastes like peppermint. I can taste it when I kiss her or when I eat her…er, I mean, yeah she tastes like peppermint.” Eddie said.

Dan was about to ask another question when a knock came at the door. Both Dan and Eddie stood up.

“That’s probably her,” Eddie said.

“Let me just make sure.” Dan said and walked toward the door.

He peeked out from the curtains to see a very beautiful woman with black raven hair, a curvy body and smooth mulatto skin waiting outside.

“Hey Eddie, I don’t think this is her…” Dan said, hesitantly.

Eddie got up and looked out the window.

“No, that’s her…” He said opening the door to let Hanvema inside.

Hanvema was was wearing her usual tight black jeans and combat boots. Her top was an indigo tank top with a black cropped jacket.

“Um, you don’t need to keep up the disguise, I told them who you are.” Eddie said.

Hanvema shrugged and tapped a device on her wrist. Something around her body shimmered before her skin returned to sky blue. The tips of her ears returned to their Elvish length and her eyes became an ethereal blue. Dan stepped back a little.

“You okay, Dan?” Eddie asked, hoping he wouldn’t freak out.

“Peppermint…" Dan said, then shook his head. "I mean, hi, I’m Dan.”

She tilted her head to the side before narrowing her eyes at Eddie. Eddie looked down at his shoes.

“Hi Dan. I’m Hanvema…may I use your restroom?” She asked.

“Yeah, just back there, to the right.” Dan said motioning to the back of the apartment.

Once Hanvema left, Dan turned to Eddie. “You have sex with her every night?”

Eddie nodded, pleased that he heard a tinge of jealousy in Dan’s voice. The men sat back down and a few minutes later Anne returned, wearing some casual clothes and sat next to Dan.

“This girlfriend of yours seems to be scaring poor Venom. She must be a real piece of work.” Anne said.

“The Symbiote is not accustomed to discipline. That is why he fears me.” Hanvema said, returning to the living room.

Anne jumped up from the couch. Venom must have been telling her that this was Eddie’s girlfriend. Then Anne settled back down onto the couch, adjusting to the presence of an otherworldly being in her living room.

Hanvema walked over and sat next to Eddie. She was very elegant, goddess-like in her actions. Her presence in a room could be overwhelming because she was able to dominate it without even speaking. And boy, did that always turn Eddie on. She wasn’t the touchy feely type of girl, so Eddie didn’t move to hold or kiss her. He allowed her to sit proudly beside him, untouched.

“Uh, well, this is Hanvema. This is Anne.” Eddie said.

“Symbiote, return to Eddie,” Hanvema said to Venom. She added, “Please.”

Venom trickled out of Anne and returned to Eddie.

“I see. You are the Anne.” Hanvema said, her ethereal blue eyes sparkling from recognition.

Eddie and Dan sat back a little in their seats. Neither knew how Anne would react or if Hanvema would be hostile.

“Yep, that’s me. What terrible things has he said about me?” Anne said, giving Eddie a slightly accusatory look.

“None.” Hanvema said. “I can feel from your energy that you are strong. You did what was needed in order to pursue your own destiny. A noble mission.”

“Oh, well, thank you.” Anne said, feeling vindicated.

Eddie didn’t know why, but it kinda hurt his feelings that Hanvema was admiring Anne for dumping his ass.

“You know Eddie is great, but…just a bit wayward.” Anne said, almost pleased to be talking to someone who understood her emotions toward Eddie.

“I agree, but he just needs direction.” Hanvema said.

“Okay, enough. I’m sitting right here!” Eddie complained.

Dan’s face looked as if he were glad it wasn’t him in the snares of these two women.

Hanvema brought her hand up to her ear, and she pressed the ear piece.

“Hi Carol. Okay, send me the coordinates, we’ll leave now.” She said, then turning to Eddie. “We need to go, the nexus Carol found will be opening up within thirty minutes.”

They all stood up and bid their farewells. Anne hugged Eddie then she turned and gave Hanvema a hug.

“Take care of him?” Anne asked.

Hanvema nodded.

Once Eddie and Hanvema returned to Earth 616 via the nexus opening, the couple headed back to their apartment. It was near eleven p.m. and Eddie grumpily pulled on his pajamas and went straight to bed. He was on his side, back turned toward Hanvema’s side.

She always slept naked and came to bed. Edging over to him she placed her hand on his side.

“Eddie? Do you not want to?” She asked, confused. He always was eager to initiate sex.

“You know, you can be really mean, Hanvema.” Eddie said.

“What?”

“You bonded with Anne because you liked how she dumped me. What did you say again? “A noble mission?”

There was silence from her side.

“I didn’t mean for that to hurt you…but if she hadn’t left you how would I have met you? Or would you rather still be with Anne?”

Eddie immediately turned over to face her. “Of course not. That’s not what I mean. You are just really direct sometimes, can’t you work on that?”

“I am trying Eddie. It’s just that humans are so different. You are just so…”

She moved over to him so that she was positioned on her side looking down at him. Her black hair falling over her face and encapsulating his face. Her beautiful ethereal blue eyes searching his deep blue ones. He slid his arm under her and held her closer to him.

“Squishy,” she finished.

“Squishy?” He asked.

“Is that not the word? Like, I must be careful all the time. Hmmm, like you are a little bug and if I handle you too roughly I could kill you.” She said, trying to explain what she meant.

“You think I’m a bug?” He said, knowing full well what she was trying to say.

But this was more fun. Making her think in terms of emotions always amused him, so he continued to make her think he wasn’t understanding her.

“No,” she frowned as she tried to find another way to tell him he was being too sensitive.

“Okay, I don’t really know, but I do know that you’re important to me and I don’t want you to hate me like Venom does.” She finished.

“Aw Eddie, tell her I don’t hate her. But she is mean.” Venom said.

“Venom says he doesn’t hate you.” Eddie said. “And I know what you are saying. I’ll try to grow a thicker skin and you try to be a little more sensitive.”

“Ah, sensitive. Not squishy,” she said.

He laughed again and brought his hand around to bring her head forward to kiss her. The feeling of her soft lips and tongue rekindled his desire and he kicked himself for putting pajamas on. Her hands slid down his chest before stopping just below his navel.

Breaking the kiss, she asked, “Maybe we should talk more?”

He sat up, pulled off his shirt and wiggled out of his pajama pants. “What? No, we had a really good talk. Lets, uh, express our feelings physically now.”

#venom #eddie brock #tom hardy fan fic #tom hardy #tom hardy fanfiction

[ivy-kissobryos]

A Dithyramb of Epithets

I. Eubouleus, Lysios, Iatros O Dio of Good Counsel, who listens to the cries of my heart. You - of Release - who teaches me to know when to let go, when to laugh. Healer of spirit and mind, I devote and place my faith in you.

II. Bakcheios, Bromios, Omadios Bacchic Lord who leads orgies and revels. In your frenzied state, you are loud: like thunder, like your father, like the hooves of bulls and the roars of lions. Your lips are smeared with raw meat, raw flesh, everything raw and naked. You are the embodiment of ecstatic joy.

III. Enualios, Areios, Maenoles God of universal might who delights in swords and blood. I pick up my spear, and - like grapes into wine - transform wrath into strength. May our thyrsos be drenched in red. O Mad and Raging One, sate my hunger for power.

IV. Trigonos, Chthonius, Nyktelios You are Zagreus, dying-and-rising forevermore. You dwell below the Earth and in the Night, the unknown. Show me the mysteries of rebirth, the ways of the Living and Dead.

V. Oenops, Lenaeus, Kissobryos O beautiful wine-dark god, in your name the wine-press is sacred. Your juice is a door to ritual madness, to liberation and transcendence. Through the grapes I shake off my shackles of society. I am breathless when I see you bedecked in ivy.

VI. Melanaigis, Tragos, Dikaeros Clad in black goatskin, I see why some call you a Witching God, for you are the dark aegis of tragedy and goat-song. Upon your head are two horns, like halos: your Aither of overflowing wine a proof of your divinity.

VII. Kliromonos, Eleuthereus, Soter I call you my King, my Successor of Zeus. Whether Nysa or the reclaimed Tower of Kronos, I await your ascension to the throne. As you have delivered Hephaistos to Olympus, may you deliver me from the cycle of suffering. O Dionysos, I praise you as my savior.

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Other posts of interest:

Dionysus: Flame and Stars

Charon, Charos and Charun

Animals and the Theoi

Lust Spell

Defining Witchcraft

Prayer to Helios

Greek witch trials

Quick Praises to the Planets

Justice

Hymn to Ariadne

Thai Folk Magic

Hekate of the Snakes

Calming hearts, dulling anger

Washing verses

Devotional: Dionysus Soter

Devotional: Hephaistos

Frau Holle / Holda

Devotional: Ariadne the Bride

Devotional: To Ariadne

Prayer to the Lady

#dionysus #hymn #epithets #epithet #dionysusdeity #hellenic community #feelin devotional today #orphism

[hagatha-christie]

April books

The bad:

A Kindle Unlimited romance not even worth mentioning that I saw recommended on TikTok (I know, I know) that made me physically cringe. Did I read it in one sitting? Yes. Did I enjoy it? No.

The fine:

Bitch Planet Vol. 1 by Kelly Sue Connick et al - maybe I’m stupid but I found this confusing? Idk. I really enjoyed the chapter about Penny!

All That’s Left in the World by Erik J. Brown - an enjoyable YA that’s a post pandemic apocalyptic novel. Not much else 2 say

A Touch of Jen by Beth Morgan - aggressively millennial and honestly kind if exhausting. It was like Bunny by Mona Awad if it was less fun and had more horrible characters. Points for naming a character “Horus”, though.

Heartstopper Vol. 1-4 by Alice Oseman - on the good end of fine! Very cute! I don’t have insights any different to anyone else on the internet.

Rereads:

The Raven Boys and The Dream Thieves by Maggie Steifvater - listen… I am kinda goin through it right now and Ronan Lynch is one of my favorite all-time characters so naturally I cried my way through TDT

The great:

The Many Deaths of Laila Starr by Ram V - am INCREDIBLE graphic novel. I read it on Hoopla and took so many screenshots because there were wayyyyy too many beautiful lines

Whiskey When We’re Dry by John Larison - a Western that’s about Loving Your Family Even When They’re Being Dicks and Letting People Understand You and it’s FINE I’m FINE

The Kaiju Preservation Society by John Scalzi - on their first night in the base camp of parallel earth it’s tradition for the KPS staff to watch Godzilla and Pacific Rim. I feel like that tells you everything you need to know about this one

Shuggie Bain by Douglas Stuart - never in my life have I read something that is so brutally honest about addiction while also giving the addict/addict’s family so much grace and love and honestly? Reading this was a little bit healing because of that.

#reading

[icecreamkink]

watched all of the untamed / cql in two weeks after my friend 1 told me abt mdzs a hundred years ago and my friends 2 and 3 tried to get me into cql for like two whole years and there are.

feelings.

very first scene is a very dramatic death in the middle of nightmare battle on sith planet land . i will forget abt it in the next tenish episodes and then will be very surprised when it becomes Extremely Painful

anyway magic flying gays and possession and human sacrifice! we are off to a great start

in retrospect, chaos goblin wei wuxian must have had a blast pretending to be so cRaZy and be as disruptive as he could as mo xuanyu lbr

listen. why is fire always evil coded. cant a magic clan wear red, black and orange and have flame motif while being wholesome?

For Legal Reasons These Are Not Zombies

i wish the politics of the sect were a bit clearer, especially at the beggining when the wen clan had sm power, was wen ruohan the chief cultivator? is that why they were so slow in responding to the attacks? im v confused by the pre yiling patriarch politics

fighting in the roof by the moonlight as way of flirtiiiiiiing. as i understand this is a wuxia/xianxia trope and honestly...... thank u for ur service

slight bullying and being a nuisance in general, as a way of flirting we love to see it

wwx: if i drink on the rooftop, thats not inside the cloud recesses! hmmm check and mate :D lwj: i will fuck u up so help me god   wwx: :0

i lov them

through hell or high water (quite literally) wei wuxian rem ains a trashfire gremlin till the end and i love him with my whole heart

in the pt subs wei wuxian calls jiang cheng a stubborn duck and i dearly wish that had come back

my opinions on almost every character goes from love to hate u - Hmm Me Like U - BABY. ILY. and i am Very Pleased w that. its been a while since i loved such a complete cast so much i think

no really. i WONT go into a detailed rant abt what i love about each of these characters and each of their relationships to each other. but i COULD. 

some lan disciples in the loudest whisper ever: YEAH THATS THE JIN BASTARD MENG YAO HEARD THE GOT SUPER HUMILIATED BY HIS DAD LOL SURE HOPE HE DOESNT TAKE SLIGHTS TO HIS CHARACTER TO HEART

lan xichen, immediately: i must Love him 

being into problematic ppl is in the Lan genetics, we come to realize

wen qing deserves so many awards for so many things but not snapping and just stabbing wen chao is at the top 

that scene at lan qirens class where wwx talks about using resentful energy to fight a violent spirit. exquisite.

 It establishes Good Student lan wangji, wei wuxian as curious and questioning and not afraid of taboo,  lwj sees that wwx is not, in fact, a dumb ass hes just a Dumbass,  shows us the audience (esp. a western audience) how shocking the idea of disrupting the dead/dying and controlling resentful energy actually is,  the theoretical foreshadow arguing, everyone else like ‘shUT UP’,  “and how could you ensure that the resentful energy would obey you and not hurt other?” “well i havent thought that far” and of course, lan qiren just straight up lobbing a hard object at wwx head,. chefs kiss

fellas is it gay to bother the hot rule obessessed nerd from ur school and make drawings of him with flowers in his hair and then hide gay porn in his book to antagonize him and ask him to hold ur hand and be ur friend and talk to him all the time and get him drunk and give him bunnies bc you know he likes them and give him a lantern and always want his attention and dedicate yourself to getting him to smile-

and after all of that wwx rly said oh i Admire him, aksd like yeah we all were there in high school buddy

i have Learned. caves = gay.

 accidental marriage +beint physically tied together with the sacred married ribbon+ gay panic+foreshadowing+bunnies! in the cave (1)

the story abt lan yi and baoshan sanren tho. i would like to see it

early days wen bros pull my heart strings like a guqin 

EVERYTHING about the lantern scene; disaster hets jiang yanli and jin zixuan; how wwx made lwj a bunny lantern. how soft and touched lwj was. wwx gleefully pointing out he was smiling and lwj IMMEDIATELY PULLING HIW SWORD ON HIM LMAO. tragically foreshadowy promises to do right by pepople, living without regrets. lwjs 'oh no do i love him??' face. just. all of it. 

i have it on good acc that in the novel lwj is explicitly Repressed Gay Panicked Big Horny which is delightful and rly Adds to the performance

 baby lwj is really just conceal dont feel dont let them know u have EMOTIONS (derogatory)

jiang cheng rly went "why dont.u go play with HIM if u like him so much"

jc and wwx have big BIG annoying sibling energy dont think too hard abt it or youll cry

lotus pier is soo pretty :((((((((((((((((

up until episode 13 you could think this could be a magical ancient chinese gays pride n prejudice w swords and shenanigans ................youre just not prepared for the game of thrones of it all

seriously ha ha ha i cried so much w this show my eyes genuinely swelled up . like. physically. fun timez fun timez

that being said, its hilarious that wen xu goes to cloud recesses like 'come out or ill kill all these hostages' and then DOESNT WAIT FOR AN ASWER AND KILLS THEM ALL IMMEDIATELY. do u know how blackmail works sir

 would like to make it recorded that from day one i was like 'CALL A GODDAMN CULTIVATION G20 THIS ASSHOLE SECT IS LITERALLY MASSACRING YALL!!' and it took them like 3 or 4 massacres to do anything and they STILL sent their heirs into their territory  LIKE

when wwx cites the gusu lan rules to wen chao tho. that rebel/attention whore/cutie pie 'look lan zhan i DID memorize the rules after all' ‘also a big fuck you to the wen sect :D :D’ sweet spot that scene achieves . delicious

all the cultivator young masters being petty af even though they are practically prisoners at the cave is hilarious and i love them

hurt and comfort + gay mistunderstandings + watsonian gay declaration music + accidental evil acquisition! at the cave (2)

its like where do i start? the fact theyre both trapped and kind of heavily injured inside an isolated cave with a murder turtle? wwx gay panicking lwj into coughing up bad blood? lwj being jealous as wwx babbles abt mianmian? telling him he shouldnt play with people and wwx saying he never played him? wwx going Oh. I See what is happening. YOU like mianmian, and lwj absolute done face ??? (iconic) wwx touching the sacred married ribbon Again? the telepathic communication? the sword? WEI WUXIAN ASKING LAN WANGJI TO SING TO HIM AS HE IS PASSING OUT AND LWJ SINGING HIM. THE SONG. HE WROTE. FOR WWX. AND THAT HE CALLED. THEIR SHIP NAME????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

they are SO insufferable pleeeeease

in the words of my friend 1 : “CQL is so gay we were all amazed how it got past the censors Ofc unfortunately it can't be novel level gay But they did their best And we love them for it”

in the theme of songs THIS OST. WUJI HAS BEEN LIVING IN MY MIND RENT FREE SINCE I FIRST HEARD IT the whole ost is so so sO beautiful.

 the costuming in this is also soooo exquisite. the embroidery? the fabrics? the details? how every sect and clan has a distinct style and architecture? (also ik they based each off of dif periods in chinese history which is REALLY fucking cool) just chefs kiss

the direction too!. i enjoy the unusual camera movements and i think they give it that Vibe, also their composition is PARTICULARLY good when it comes to telling the subtext through position of camera/position of character (like nhs off to the side in scenes he at first glance doesnt need to be/ how lwj is often centered when hes Jealous Yearning at wwx being affectionate w other ppl, wwx return from burial mounds etc)

ik madam yu is like Badass Milf Check and shes not getting any mom of the year awards but im delighted at how messy she is. IMAGINE that woman on tiktok

you better have enjoyed gay cave (2) bc its Just Pain from here on out! 

jiang fengmian and madame yu win the Most Dramatic Way to show they do care about each other, actually ..... ever :)

i thought jiang yanli jiang cheng and wei wuxian forcing themselves to escape yunmeng barely holding on after their parents are killed was going to be the height of pain in this show. ha. 

the family dynamics in general on this showwwww, both blood/ adopted/ found families, brotherly bonds and lifelong friendships just. rly. truly. fucked me up. theyre all so important and complicated and well rounded and beautiful and tragic

and beyond being a Win For the Gays im so glad the relationships w wwx and jiang yanli/ wen qing were NOT changed from platonic bc they are so much better like that imo. like maybe if we didnt Live In A Society it wouldnt be so, but the fact wwx and others can love and value them so much and theres nothing romantic or sexual abt it is like. so refreshing. especially @ jyl, with the way he and jc are overprotective of her and shes such a nurturing/care taker figure for them, it would just not vibe as well if they made it romantic

i love that this is a story abt Wei Wuxian, the Yiling Patriarch aka Actual Satan/Boogey Man/Village With/Public Enemy Number One , my dude is literally a necromancer who only dresses in black and has evil smokey black tendrils wafting out of him, but the really edgy one is still jiang cheng, pastel purple fashion icon

and speaking of best/worst siblings wei wuxian and jiang cheng *immediately starts crying* 

The Golden Core Transfer i just. no thots only tears 

wen qing and wen ning putting themselves in so much danger just.... to help them. wn saving jc from wen chao. wq finding a way to get wwx to transfer his core. like thinking about the monumental work these two did to help wwx and jyl and jc... jyl trying so fucking hard to be strong and keep on moving and giver her little brothers comfort after losing everything... jiang cheng. losing his parents and his home and his ability to do anything abt it and his complete desperation and lack of self worth and turning on them with agression  when he didnt realize all that they did for him ... hhhhhhhhhhhhh

me, pointing at the whole cast “i just LOVE them mom!!!”

its sad tho, that BARELY ANY of the women have like.... actual important conversations let alone relationships with each other at all in the story. and like wq and jyl have stayed at the same place for extended periods of time, where wq actively took care of her TWICE,  and still! not one measly convo, nothing! ................ .𝓌ₕᵧ

everyone in this show need a good sip of Self Worth and Stop Sacrificing Yourself juice 

ngl the sword flying looks very dumb 

“a-cheng, please bring a-xian back.” “i will, i promise.” ;-;

the whole calling each other by the More Intimate Version of the name, first as teasing and later as true intimacy. mmmhmmm yes

untamed where everythings the same but wwx evil flute song is eoeo

related that scene when wwx comes back from the burial mounds for the first time w demonic cultivation and he acts all formal and calls lwj hanguang-jun and keeps being evasive and distant and mean and soooooo................. facetious 

and how hes kind of desperately trying to keep intense lwj at bay (A FIRST) and avoiding actually talking to either of them and its all tension ughhh and then he MOCKS his and lwjs relationship, he jokes w him in this like... mean echo of their usual ~banter~ oof 

 and like!!! uncertain but so relieved jc who just HUGS him w no reservations for once and its not like he isnt just as worried as lwj abt wwx and what hes doing, but he chooses in that moment to enjoy getting him back first and mmhmMMMmMm yes (maybe my favorite scene in the whole show? MAYBE SO. ) 

highkey hurt me but also. i might be into mean wwx. i will take no criticism.

lan zhans sad eyes tho :((((((((( 

on one hand i wish we could have seen what happened at the burial mounds but on the other the timeskip adds so much flair to his return so im hnnn

also i love that hes been missing for 3 months reappears kinda melancholic and bloodthirsty and knowing malign tricks and jc is like 'so. are u sad bc of lan wangji'

when ur bae survived the war but he thinks ur evil/ might be evil so you cant kiss :///

hmmm talking at the rooftop under the moonlight not mentioning everything that stands between usssss

they are the two jades of lan and we’ll be the two heroes of yunmeng is the type of line u dont even need to know whats gonna happen to know thats gonna be sad

when they fight wen ruoshan at the nightless city i thought that was the battle we see at the first ep and its not and its so easy and theyre all like ‘yayy we won go wwx!’ i was just. SCREAMS WHAT is gonna HAPPEN

so like. post burial mounds/sunshot campaign pre yiling patriarch wwx is like. ultra arrogant, ultra mocking, peak lil shit and it gave me e v e r y t h i n g i wanted

even tho having the wen prisoners at the targets at phoenix mountain and still having wwx and jzx shooting the arrows was???? so.... tone deaf 

wwx: fucking w demonic energy   jyl: he has never done anything wrong in his life, ever <3 <3 (mood)

the parallels between meng yao/wei wuxian (and even xue yang a bit?) are Seen and they are Valid

wwx post burial mounds: can yall SHUT UP abt the goddamn sword (suibian left the chat)

LIKE truly, we talk abt the angst and yearning with wangxian. but what abt wwx and suibian. xianbian / xianqing angst and comfort 100k

take a shot everytime someone coughs up blood

zidian is simply the coolest spiritual weapon rip to suibian and chenqing and bichen and sendou and baixa........ but tis the truth 

cons: everyones families died in a nightmare war! everyones homes burned to the ground! everyone is traumatized! pros: everyone gets cooler clothes and weapons!!

wen ning and a-yuan and yanli bestest babes squad dont touch me rn

everyone: brooding and fighting                                                                wq and jyl: why dont you try some acupunture/drinking some soup and calm down huh? how abt that bitch?? 

showing the battle/massacre at the nightless city first was genius actually bc then everytime we have a cute scene w yunmeng bros and theyre like 'we'll be together forever! uwu' youre like oh. oh no. oh no no no. 

justice vs lawfulness vs means and ends 👁

jc: stay in the right path and practice the art of the sword                        wx: yeah thats not gonna happen chief

my reaction to wwx renouncing to the sect politics to help the wens was just that elmo burning gif in succession

the dramatic rain. wen qing desperately calling out to wen ning. the ghosts/puppets killing the guards. how terrifying wn actually was while wwx was controlling him :( lwj goeing after him to try and stop him and then he just; he Sees him and understands him even if he cant actually do anything about it other than let them go. 

“there must be somewhere in this earth we can go to :(((((((((”

"IF I HAVE TO FIGHT THEM, I'D RATHER IT BE YOU. DYING BY YOUR HANDS WOULD AT LEAST BE WORTH IT." oh my god oh my god oh my goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooddddddd

also lwjs umbrella is white w black smoke.. .  . nice

yiling patriarch / demonic farming burial mounds settlement is like one of my favorite concepts. they an "EVIL" FARMING COMMUNITY LED BY THE VILLAGE WITCH COME ON

they planted TURNIPS and LOTUS FLOWERS and ONE (1) baby and made lanterns and a common hall :(((((((

wen qing and wei wuxian, baddest bitches and genius science best friends i absolutely LOVED to see it. they rly went ‘is anyone gonna sibling/project partner that’ and didnt wait for an answer

both wwx and jyl getting lotus ponds at the burial mounds and in lanling bc they miss lotus pier ;;;;;;;w

;;;;; wish jyl had actually gone into the burial mounds. we were robbed of jyl and wq meeting again and jyl meeting a-yuan and seeing the settlement and the homes and all ;w; at least jc did go, stab wounds and broken arms and all

wwx like... having thrown his whole life away to help the wens (yeah the sect leaders and jin guangshan in particular wanting his stygian tiger amulet was an Element but still) and not.... necessarily regretting it, but grappling with all of the consequences of it... becoming moody and drepressed at times, missing his family and lotus pier and his friends and probably simply missing being around people and causing trouble, extrovert that he is, lashing out at the wens and at a-yuan, just in general the whole messiness of that experience

the way the resentful energy does affect his temperament is rly nice bc its not too in your face,(i mean outside of the Shaky Hands of Rage) but like he clearly has a much lesser control on his anger and impulsivity (tall order) than both before bm and after hes ressurected

on that note A-YUAN BABIEST BABY BOY BEST BOY

lan zhan being like oh hey there wei ying fancy meeting u and our son here. just passing by u know how it is hmmmmMm and then PLOT TWIST having defied orders to go see him and being punished for it. oof;;

 they habent seen each other in like? a year? and now theyre tgt 10 seconds and are already parenting a child together

also lwj rly kneels down in the snow way too much to be healthy

wwx: calm down guyssss i wont lose control of demonic cultivation omgggg  .   spoiler alert: he loses control of demonic cultivation

did u enjoy cute children? good bc now the Real Pain Begins

jiang yanli and jin zixuan rly out there APROPRIATING both disaster gays AND bury ur gays huh ;w;

i KNEW jin lings birthday was gonna fuck something up but the GASP that left my body when wwx lost control of wn and killed jin zixuan .. . . 

im sorry and thank you aaaaAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaAAAAaAAAAA 

when wen ning and wen qing were telling wwx their plan i was saying NO NO NO NO NO NO out loud in despair 

also can we talk abt how wq is definetely talking about only the both of them surrending themselves but then? everyone else just surrenders w them? IT MAKES NO SENSE LIKE WHY WOULD THEY what would be the Point

 sometimes there are some pretty gaping jumps in logic and continuity that are just like                     ?          ?

wwx: oh so when you try to murder me its justified but when i survive through dark magic and murder all of you its a "war crime"

unsurprisingly, his most feral, most spiraling moment talking to the sect leaders on the roof and attacking them and even fighting lan zhan is among my favorite scenes... its like, so painful to watch but also   so       thrilling   (and maybe my wen bbs dying arose some resentful energy in me what can i say) 

and its JUST, all they ever wanted was to do good but then... war. and trauma. and hubris. 

jiang cheng on the ground clearly thorn between what to do and feel is a Mood, lets just say

i was already crying when jyl showed up, but if i wasnt-

 i suffered SO MUCH through this series trying to figure out WHY jc would kill wwx. and when i understood. its somehow not as bad as i thought and also MUCH MUCH WORSE

a look into my group chat during the last flashback episodes:

SO ANYWAY. after the BLOOD BATH and RIPPING YOUR HEART OUT and FEEDING IT TO YOU  the untamed goes ‘ayy back to the present!! tu du dud ud du’ 

literally it ends a quarter into an episode and then KEEPS GOING i had to pause and stare blankly at the ceiling for an hour

babie cultivators and detective soulmates . i do need some cute after All of That 

(not that the pain is over LOL)

lwj is significantly less emotionally repressed in the present and its delightful. hes just ALL IN with wwx. and not just in the ‘i would and have killed various men and risked my reputation for you’ but also ‘ur tired here have a drink i brought it up cause i know u like it and it want you to be happy, always’

“when everyone praised me and wanted my power, you were the only one that challenged me. now that everyone hates me and wants me dead, youre the only one that stands by my side.” hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnnnnnn 

and just filling in the blanks how lan zhan searched for him. for all of those 16 years he searched for him and was punished for it and raised a-yuan, the only survivor of the burial mounds settlement, as his own in gusu......

and jiang cheng.  being the tough love uncle . having raised the yunmeng jiang clan from the rubble all alone, his whole family dead, some of it on the blame of his own brother, his siblings, his closest friends gone.......and only jin ling there needing his guidance. 

THE PARALLEL BETWEEN JIN LING BEING A LIFELINE FOR JIANG CHENG AND A-YUAN FOR LAN WANGJI AFTER THE BATTLE AT THE NIGHTLESS CITY  

great now i made myself sad

and like . the fact! that lwj and jc dislike each other!!. jc projects blame onto him for wwx both “leaving” him and indirectly causing their families deaths and when hes so consumed by it he makes wwx an enemy, lwj is there now? trying to protect him?? and lwj, who can never understand the pain that wwx , indirectly or not put jc through, but who was right there when jc tried to kill him and will never allow him to hurt wwx again. and how they like. in a way project blame of their tragedies onto each other while dealing with some type of survivor guilt and in their own way still loving wwx through it all???  amd in way its kind of fundamentally selfish but also tragically understandable? and like when u put it against the fact that after he disappears during the sunshot campaign they were looking for him together and fought together??

JUST. THE CHARACTERS. AND THE RELATIONSHIPS IN THIS. MAN. UGH. GOD. 

and like i think thats what makes it so good? its such a sad and painful and violent story, edgy even, but its compelling bc at the center of it there are all of these relationships and different types of love and hope and. :( i love it

enough crying lets talk abt wwx sleeping at the jingshi with lwj and wearing his under garment for a minute 🙏

 jin ling just has that Was Raised by JC energy tho lmao i love him

babie cultivator squad is the perfect ammount of cute and comedic relief while still bearing the weight? of the narrative in a way, both from sizhui and jin lings existences, and also. like. how do i put this. they feel hopeful? they were born after a war, they came of age at a time of relative peace, they dont hold on so closely to the resentments of their parents/father figures, they are specifically shown as more accepting and open minded. and its like.... Hope for the future  

one of the ?? things  i love the most is the fact that the main cast are often in situations where theyre hunted/running but they like. never wear disguises... just going around in their gorgeous expensive clan clothes and hair ornaments and distinctive spiritual weapons.... maybe w a straw hat on, just for kicks

wwx teacher 🥺🥺🥺

so this is why its called Yi City Misery huh

a-qing is such. an icon. im so sad. my girl even knew to leave xys dumb self rotting by the road but no one listens to her thats why theyre all dead or sad 

her and xue yang measuring each other up was so entertaining lmao

 its the funniest thing when hes like. HERES MY SAD STORY. FOR WHY IM A SADISTIC MURDERER. I BROKE MY HAND ONCE. 

like ok someone broke his hand in a horrible way, and like Poverty, i get it but also like.......... that lost the brunt of a proper sob story like, 50 sadistic murders ago bby

and i love that xingchen does not entertain that for a second hes like ‘not ?????? good enough???’ and the best thing is he wasnt even like 'u hadto be the bigger person' or sth but ' well then break that dudes hand back, rip his arm off for i care, what do the rest of us have to do w anything???” 

anjo sensato :(

xue yang is like..... the sexy sadistic evil version of a himbo..... a meanbo...

the fucked upness of xy’s feelings for xxc/ xxc and sl feelings for each other... like my dude literally gave his bf HIS EYES. and xy getting so attached to xxc .... the fucked up fake domesticity.... having him hurt sl..... then desperately trying to bring him back ...................... oof

song lan........... literally had his eyes AND tongue removed, his bfs eyes put in place, was almost killed, turned into a puppet by his bf unknowingly, manipulated by xy, sees his bf killing himself in despair.... and STILL finds the strenght to get up from there, and keep on traveling and helping people and attempting to fix xxcs soul.......... like, my man. damn. 

wangxian looking at songxiao and seeing an Actually more painful parallel for themselves. ft. that Color Coding. 

THE A-YUAN/SIZHUI REVEAL PUNCHED ME IN THE HEART but in a good way for a change

should have know that he would be the Best Boy the cute one w all the braincells

the butterfly AND the bunny lantern. i see how it is

u know is very convenient that no one can see the stark black veins on wen nings neck, ever 

BAT WEN NING 

wns face when lwj comes into wwx room like ‘:0 omg did u two finally get your shit together? good for you master wei good for u’ 

(they didnt) (yet)

DISASTER DRUNK LWJ. JUST. THRUST SOME CHICKENS TO SHOW UR RESSURECTED BAE THAT U LOVE THEM.

i have absolutely no idea WHY they gave lwj the same punishment for fighting his own sect/allies to protect the burial mounds as when they got drunk on cloud recess class days.... like? its such a ... emotional continuity error again

also is lwj gonna get an actual friend besides wwx , ever

mianmian marrying and having a family and a cute life after saying FUCK U AND UR SYSTEM TOO in a much less unhinged and dramatic way than wwx......... fills me w joy

also lol the idea that like. her husband not knowing that shes friends w satan/the boogey man/the village witch is hilarious

i love nie mingjue bc hes the resident Though Guy but also the most dramatic bitch in this show and thats Saying Something

jin ling cant have one uneventful relative can he

the fact that everyone present already knew “mo xuanyu” was wwx at the stairs is so funny, their faces are like ‘oh............ wow. that. sure is a development. shock” 

in the tradition of extremely loud whispers wwx tells lwj with twelve guards standing like one meter away from them: HEY PSH LAN ZHAN PRETEND IM FORCING YOU TO STAY W ME DO IT

oh my god oh my god

the absolute Yearning on his face when he leaves wwx and a-yuan at the burial mounds and refuses to stay for dinner was already Enough but the fact?? they brought it back?? to this declaration of love?? their expressions??????? strike me dead right now just go ahead

lFor Legal Reasons We Cant Kiss but we will have a very sappy declaration of love and trust and look at each other in way that is the actualization of 💞💘💗💖💓💘💞💗💖💘💗💖💕💞

also icb all the sect leaders and guards are standing there watching them say they like like each other with a dozen swords pointing at their neck

i enjoyed the depiction of the fickle public perception and how easily it can be used to scapegoat people. when the sect leaders turn on jgy and wwx knows thats its more for convenience than anything else...

poor lxc is literally like 'oh so when YOUR problematic boyfriend gets called evil its a misunderstanding but when its MY problematic bf-'

ok like i cant get over nmj let jgy play a song that messed with his temperament at all, like maN u KNEW he might be shady wth

wwx: “hey dont say anything bad abt lan zhan hes not an arrogant dick, thats just his face. 

ME ON THE OTHER HAND"

the cultivators as wwx is poking holes in their narrative is literally *nazaré meme*

"wei wuxian-!" "what did i break your leg, too?" not to be problematic but i laughed so hard

not as hard as "you dont have the rank to talk to me " tho

i Enjoy that, over the course of story, wwx sees that... theres nothing truly to Do, but move on. he saw how his arrogance and his mistakes hurt others, and hes trying to fix what he can, but he already did die for his mistakes and there are things he cant fix and that's. just how it is. even towards jgy, the narrative doesn't go gleefully and completely with "lets make THEM pay bc theyre the big bad" bc its not that simple, and it wouldn't lead anywhere but more pain...

re him and jiang cheng and the wens and kinda. isnt that what nhs did? scheming to displace jgy out of revenge more than any justice and doing so in the most painful way?

idk if that actually makes sense im truly just babbling

i thought the scene at the lotus pond would be CUTE but the context was PAIN again

jiang cheng finding out about his golden core and his conflict with wwx at the guanyin temple .... destroyed me but in a nice way kinda.... same way it destroys him look at his face oh god

and. the fact??? he sacrificed himself for wwx?? first?? and he'll probably never tell anyone much less wwx???? keeps me up at night

i havent decided if the neckbreak transition between jgy does sth super Evil or does he he does OR Does He yes he does O R does heeeee is sth i dislike or not

jin guangyao and wei wuxians most interesting parallel is that... theyve both seen 'hmm hey this system is fucked up' and wwx went 'so fuck it all i will renounce it and challenge it' and jgy went 'so fuck it i will use all of it to my advantage and manipulate it to my goals and whims'

the fact jgys mom was actually great and he loved her and his whole issue w it was more than simply being ashamed of being a bastard kinda got me ngl

never trust a dude with a fan.

nhs and jgy: the first rule to a convoluted and decades spanning violent revenge plot is to have fun and be yourself! 

when a-yuan finally FINALLY remembers ;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;-;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; wen ning has someone in his family back and a-yuan has someone to talk abt his wen family and wwx has him back bc he survived and lwj raised him anD HES THEIR SON. THEYRE MARRIED AND HAVE A SON. UGH.

and theyre allowed to heal. everyone is allowed to try and recover and be happy

netflix put all of the 3 endings on top of each other and it looks kinda weird actually BUT I DONT EVEN MIND :’’’’’’’’’)

the gasp that left me when lwj says ‘wei ying’ and wwx turns.........

there was also a screen with ‘thank you mxtx for creating these characters, we hope their wishes come true’ and i might. have cried then too. maybe. 

that was . a ride. as is proven by this behemot of a ramble clearly i just really needed and Outlet. i am currently trying to convince dumb monkey brain to not consume the other medias of mdzs immediately bc i REALLY need to like. live. a life. and take care of real responsibilities.  *longest oh boi ever*

#m. #ANYWAY #ENOUGH TALKING #THIS IS SO LONG #LOL #but whatever this is MY performative journaling i do what i want #rambling impressions abt what i watch is a thing i do now? apparently?? #cql #untamed #the untamed #fun fact that chat is named 'k keeps on babbling abt the untamed' and it STILL wasnt enough #also it took me 15 episodes to realize lwj was yibo #IT WAS V SHOCKING #i did not recognize him at a l l #but in retrospect he WAS the perfect choice