#yes his name is boggy

[blue-ink-pearls]

So, I know people are really desperate for Sandra Lynn to have hooked up with Pamela Dawn instead of Bobby Dawn, and I completely understand that!* Bobby Dawn is slimy and awful and we don't know much about Pamela, so maybe she's better? But it is 100% Bobby Dawn for two very clear reasons:

Sklonda literally said it was him

Bobby Dawn has always been a predator

The first thing we learn about Sandra Lynn's affair during Spring Break Sophomore Year was that she had just left Aguefort (she dropped out her senior year and got a diploma later on) and she was very young. She was asked to join an established adventuring party of people who were older than her and that had lost one of its members. She fell in love with another member of the party that was already in a relationship, they had an affair, and then when the affair was discovered, Sandra Lynn was blamed, kicked out of the party, and her name was smeared as far and wide as possible by the person who had taken advantage of her so that person could absolve themselves, likely in the eyes of their partner and the party.

So what we can immediately deduce from this is that Sandra Lynn was an outsider to her new adventuring party, likely looked down on as "just a kid", maybe disdained for being a dropout, and most definitely resented for taking the place of the (presumably) dead party member. She was in actively dangerous and stressful situations while questing with the party and she probably had little support from the group during that time.

Sandra Lynn was very very vulnerable.

When he met Sandra Lynn, Bobby Dawn would have been about 20 years younger than he is now, likely in his late 30s/early 40s.** Probably still handsome, still a "dashing" active adventurer. He was married to Pamela already (not just in an established relationship), since he had a child by then that was close to grown and I don't think the Church of Sol would be very happy about a child out of wedlock. He would have been a cleric of Sol and probably still preaching "the good word of Sol" but it likely wouldn't have been constant. You can't give sermons while fighting monsters. I'm sure he even saved Sandra Lynn's life a few times!

The thing about Bobby Dawn being a televangelist now, but not then, is that when he was young, he was probably just as good at persuasion, at finding vulnerable people and exploiting their weaknesses to get what he wanted, and yet he hadn't made a name for himself as a televangelist, so people wouldn't know to be wary of him trying to convert or manipulate them.

The scene between Bobby and Kristen, when Kristen is pretending that Cassandra died shows exactly what kind of terrible person Bobby really is. He is happy to find Kristen devastated, that she is having "a real dark night of the soul" and needs guidance. He refuses to help Kristen stay at Aguefort (something that's within his power), despite knowing how beneficial that would be to her well-being, because that goes against his own goals. He is smug and condescending and cruel. He is preying on Kristen's devastation and vulnerability (not knowing it's an act), to draw her back into the fold of the Church of Helio/Sol.

The person who did that to Kristen, is the exact same person who took advantage of Sandra Lynn when she was still basically a kid, just out of high school. He took advantage of her feelings for him, her inexperience and isolation. And then, when they were discovered, he threw her away and made her the villain so he could get away with it.

He ruined Sandra Lynn's life. Yes, she's happy now with her daughter, her partner, and the beautiful home they've made at Mordred Manor with Adaine, Kristen, Lydia, Ragh, Tracker, Zayn, Aelwyn, Boggy, and 15 cats. But Sandra Lynn ended up with self-esteem and relationship issues that she is still dealing with to this day. Those issues ruined her marriage, could have ruined her relationship with Jawbone, and likely played a hand in the difficulties between her and Fig in Freshman Year, as Sandra Lynn saw her daughter take her first steps into the world of adventuring.

Because Sandra Lynn first wanted to be an adventurer and Bobby Dawn took that away from her, just like he tried to do to Kristen.

Bobby Dawn has shaped his career as a high priest of Sol and as a televangelist by portraying himself as the epitome of righteousness. He is rotten to the core, a predator in a job where he is meant to help people, and I CANNOT WAIT to see the Bad Kids take him down.

*I don't really understand it. Pamela Dawn is likely just as bad as Bobby. She's the chief paladin of the church of Sol, her husband is a televangelist and a High Priest of Sol, and she would have been around the same age as Bobby and having an affair with a vulnerable young girl who she then kicked out of the group and slandered. It being Pamela would still be awful!

**Even with the assumption that both Bobby Dawn and his child had their kids at a young age, the math still has to take into account that Sandra Lynn's daughter is the same age as Bobby Dawn's GRANDSON.

#dimension 20 #fantasy high #fhjy #fhjy spoilers #sandra lynn faeth #bobby dawn

[unsleepingtales]

FANTASY HIGH JUNIOR YEAR TRAILER CHARACTER ART BREAKDOWN

The character artist credited for this season on the FAQ is Cait May! Without further ado, let's get into it.

Each character card has the PC art, the PC's name, the player's name, and a couple extra details such as an NPC they're connected to and/or plot points from the previous seasons.

Here is Adaine's character card! Boggy gets pride of place of course, with his backpack and ESF (Emotional Support Frog) flag. The sword is possibly a step towards confirming the popular prediction that Adaine will multiclass as a Fighter this season. There's also a small sketch of Jawbone in the corner. Adaine's jacket has an owlbears patch on the sleeve!

Fabian's character card follows a similar formula. There's a small sketch of Bill Seacaster in the upper left corner (titled PA-PA), and there are many references to dancing. Fabian holds his sheet. In several places the words Toxic Masculinity have been crossed out! He dances now! One of Fabian's first defining lines is referenced: "I'm here to be great!"

It's not very clear what this ticket is for, but to me it looks like a ticket to a dance recital!

Kristen's character card is next! The many holy symbols she has previously believed in are seen, a sun has been crossed out, as well as "yes?". Cassandra appears in the upper right corner, while an ear of corn appears in the lower left, not crossed out!

Cassandra looks vaguely worried, which could be their natural state, or it could indicate that Kristen's questions of faith are still just as present as they have been previously.

Riz's character card is a lot more detailed than the previous ones. Trailer analysts far more intense than I will have a field day with this, I'm gonna give the sparknotes. Riz takes front and center, with his (un)license above his shoulder! Next to him is a sketch of Coach Daybreak. Several sticky notes with the words Night Yorb appear, as well as references Riz's previous cases. Drawings of Kalvaxus and a Corn Cutie are next to each other. The photo of Pok and Kalina is shown, as is a drawing of Baron. There's also a sticky note with "Jorjug" on it, which probably isn't as important but I certainly enjoy it.

Fig's character card features her art for the season, a large Anarchy symbol, and her bass guitar. A small sketch of Gilear is shown, as well as a ticket to what's likely a Cig Figs concert, and a skateboard!

The toe of a combat boot is poking out from behind the paper with the skateboard on it. Burn Towns, Get Money is also written in the corner, which is the name of one of Fig and the Cig Figs' hit songs. The Sig Figs Collective put out a fan song version that slaps, which you can find here! (Tbh you should just check out their whole discography)

Gorgug and his greatest hits appear on this character card! The 'are you my dad' bit keeps on running. Keep Going is also written several times. The white streaks are still in his hair, headphones around his neck, and his axe gets the most movement we've seen in one of these cards.

(Gorgug gets a small animation in the transition to his character card!)

The word metal is shown, as well as a sketch of the metal flower from the very first episode.

There are also a couple of group shots!

Look at them go! The Bad Kids are back and I am so excited to see where they go this year.

#long post #breakdowns #fantasy high #fantasy high junior year #art #dropout art team <3 #adaine #Fabian #kristen applebees #riz #fig! #gorgug #dropout tv #dimension 20 #verbal component

[esther-sinclair]

[id: character cards for the PCs of Fantasy High: Junior Year. They are all in the style of multimedia collages, with the actor and character names. The first is for Siobhan Thompson as Adaine Abernant, showing a drawing of the smiling elven Adaine from the torso up, along with an image of a sword with an eye on the hilt, a spherical Boggy the Froggy with a pennant reading "ESF," and a sketch of Jawbone, the smiling werewolf guidance counsellor.

The second is for Lou Wilson as Fabian Seacaster, showing a drawing of the half-elf Fabian dancing with a long sheet wrapped around a separate image of his sword. There are Hoot Growl owlbear stickers, a drawing of his father labelled "Pa-Pa", and a couple pieces of paper with the words 'toxic masculinity' scratched out. The background has dance step diagrams.

The third is for Ally Beardsley as Kristen Applebees, a human whose head and flexing arms are drawn on three separate paper cutouts. There is a crossed out sun, as well as a crossed out "yes?" and painted corn in the corner next to a curved staff. Off to the side is a labelled drawing of the deity Cassandra with flowing hair.

The fourth is for Brian Murphy as Riz Gukgak, a goblin who is sketched from the shoulders up and surrounded by a large conspiracy board. There are drawings of Kalina, the corn cuties, Daybreak, and Goldenhoard, as well as a number of notes with the words "night yorb" written on them.

The fifth is for Emily Axford as Fig Faeth, a tiefling who is sketched from the torso up next to the anarchy A. There are a number of sketches on graph paper including a bust of Gilear, a spattery drawing of her guitar, a spiked collar, and her skateboard. There are a number of phrases as well including "Burn towns, get money" and "burn it up."

The sixth is for Zac Oyama as Gorgug Thistlespring, showing the half-orc hefting a large axe over his shoulder while wearing a hoodie and headphones. A large paper reading "are you my dad?" has the answers "yes" and "no" both circled, and there are doodles of a skull and a rose in the background.

The seventh is a drawing of all six of them together, looking forward with various expressions of shock and horror over a boarder of skulls /end id]

#dimension 20 #dimension 20 spoilers #fantasy high #fantasy high spoilers #fantasy high junior year #i LOVE the style of this trailer i am truly so excited to see how they have grown!!!!!!!! the minis and the maps and the dome!!!!!!!!! #AAAAAAAAAAAA i am so excited

[songbird-oracle]

Live thoughts watching Fantasy High Junior Year episode 5

Spoilers ahead

Im so nervous already about Cassandra

These dudes getting swole

It IS spicy tonight in the dome

Screaming

I WANT A BOGGY KISS

OH FUCK SHES HOLD MONSTERING KRISTEN

THE SECURITY COMING THROUGH OH SHIT

“Do you want me to kill that guy for you 👀” vibes

OH NO PLEASE NO NIGHTMARE KING OH NO OH NO

I’m Shittering my pants rn

No not the girlies!

Located in the astral mall, This place has *everything*. Ripped valley girls, a goddess and prophet and familiar going through a very tumultuous time in their relationship, a frog wearing a paper hat, and a weird ass clock

I live for the hangman banter

Oml I love the Yarrbucks coffee art

LOU HOLY SHIT

BOX OF DOOM DC5!? The stakes are seriously so high though

Okaaaaaaaay 13 works ig

“Does she need scratchies?”

Wooo Murph!!

THE STAR TALKS!?

I love Emily’s reaction to “banging out a 1st level spell”

Riz sadly flossing

Oh no Kristen oh no Cassandra!

No stop attacking Cassandra!!!!

🎶non-a-crits🎶

Thank goodness no failures

Break it up guys come ooooooooon

Damn, man needs strudel with sauce at a time like this

Profiling the minis 🤣

NOT THE TAP DANCING

“I don’t think you’re scared, I think you’re mad. And that’s okay” I’m sobbing

YES THE FUCKING SECURITY DETAIL

Kristen is so low, oh no

A 0 initiative 🥲

FUCK THIS IS WHAT RAGHS MOM ABSORBED!?!? Gorgug is the greatest wizard of our time

Abjurative grammar is prescriptive. Iykyk.

I knew the DC would be high

NAT 20 BEARDSLEY IN THE FUCKING HOUUUUUUUSE

YESSSSS HEALED CASSANDRA 😭

Oh fuck oh fuck bad stars

Let it out Cassandra, feel your feelings

Oh my goodness, philosophers scone

OOP PAUL BLART INTERGALACTIC MALL COP

It’s not the nightmare king??????

41 damage each, damn Adaine

We aren’t even half way through guys

BAHAHAHAHAHHA playful picking on Riz

Mass dispelling?? Damn

????? TUMMY ACHE SURVIVOR????

THE SHRIMP!!!!!!

Why is Fig a walking embodiment of Murphy’s law rn???

WHAT THE FUCK

NO NO NO DID GILEAR STEAL HER LUCK??????

IS THIS QUADRANGLE FUCKERY??????

Okay it’s just a curse

WAIT WHAT???

Cloaca why 😂

Whoopsies, shattered the shatter star

Oh fuck, rage Adaine is scary dude

Is this some rage and revenge deity??

Anyone but Conor

BAHAHAHAHAHA “no no, this is gonna happen”

“Stay hot Conor”

NOT KALINA NO

RAGH??????

Not the shimmy

WHAT IS KALINAS AC

44 DAMAGE??

Old Fabian

Legend has it the wizard is still waiting for his strudel with sauce

WHAT THE FUCK NO NOT CASSANDRA NO NO NO

“Unfortunately stop flossing”

COMPELLED DUEL ON KALINA OH FUCK

3!!!!! Woooooo!!!!!

Worst mall cop ever, Paul Blart would never

🤣 “is that not property damage??”

I’m so scared for Cassandra guys

Kristen and Cassandra are down oh no 🥲

BARDIC SHRIMPSPIRATION

NO NAT ONE NO NOOOOOOOO

Somewhere Katja Cleaver is raging because Conor Counterspell said he hates horses

A ball. Not *the* ball

ARMOR ZOMBIE AND LICH IM LIVING FIR THESE NAMES

Bards and Noble 🤣

Kristen coming in with the hugs

Box of doom has been working hard this episode

Shake out the bad ones

Screaming crying throwing up

I can’t look

Dammit Murph

Ecaf again

“What are you talking about girlieeeee?”

Brendan’s stare scares me

FUCK

Strudel for the win Girlie!!!

“One more roll girlie 🤪”

Oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no circle of death oh no

COUNTERSPELL MY BELOVED

“How old are you” “45” “gross”

WAIT WHAT TIME REVERSE TO- TEN SECONDS

Conor, you’re the best secret service agent ever

WHAT????? WHERES CASSANDRA??????

WHAT????????

I’m so fucking scared right now

Wait is Cassandra a triple goddess? Like how Hekate is a triple goddess, is Cassandra one? Cause Cassandra, Nightmare king, and a divine thing that isn’t a different divinity?

I want to enjoy “we got that bad boy buttered” but I can’t 🥲

Dead stare 🥲

I love Hangman 🥹

Feral Murph

NAT 20 SHRIMP JUMP

Thousand yard stare

Best shrimp jump ever

Maximum legend

That’s right, kick flip the system

Fuck KandyKorn Lullaby

See you at Basrars, I’ll be sobbing into my ice cream

#d20 fhjy #fhjy #fhjy spoilers #dimension 20 fhjy #kristen applebees #adaine abernant #fig faeth #fabian seacaster #riz gukgak #gorgug thistlespring #Cassandra #d20 fantasy high #d20 #fantasy high

[legolasghosty]

“Nope, puppy dog eyes aren’t going to work this time.” and “Believe me, I will never be tired of you.” for boggie!!

Hehehehe yes let's do it!

Bobby took one look at the giant rollercoaster and shook his head. "Absolutely not," he told his boyfriend.

"But the bucket list," Reggie protested, swinging their joined hands between them. "This is the only one here where it takes photos of you on it."

"Babe, I love you, but I'm not getting on that death trap," Bobby insisted. "We can do a selfie on one of the smaller ones or something."

"That's not the same thing," Reggie pouted. He stepped in front of Bobby and grabbed his other hand so Bobby had to look right at him. "Please? For me?" Reggie asked, his eyes going wide and pleading.

Bobby shut his own eyes quickly, "Nope, no way, the puppy eyes aren't going to work this time," he tried. He made no attempt to pull away from Reggie either though.

He felt one of Reggie's hands move up to cup his jaw. Bobby leaned into the warm, gentle touch. When Reggie spoke, his voice was softer and closer.

"Please, baby? It's for the wedding slideshow."

Curse this beautiful man and his tricks. Curse the warm silver ring on Reggie's left hand brushing against his cheek. Curse Bobby himself for falling in love with him.

"Only if we get slushies after," Bobby mumbled.

Reggie squealed happily and Bobby cracked his eyes open just enough to grab him by the waist and pull him into a kiss. Reggie giggled against his mouth and wrapped his arms around his neck, kissing him back eagerly. Bobby reveled in the vanilla on Reggie's breath from his insanely sweet coffee and the easy weight of his arms on his shoulders. He pulled him closer so their chests were pressed together, taking advantage of the couple of inches he had on Reggie to get a better angle.

After a minute, Reggie leaned back just enough to part their mouths. "You know you still have to go on the roller coaster with me, right?" he chuckled.

Bobby groaned. "If I'm gonna die, I'd like to at least kiss my fiance first."

Reggie blushed at the term and Bobby smirked. Two could play that game.

He leaned in to leave one last peck on Reggie's lips, then sighed. "Let's get this over with."

"It'll be fine," Reggie assured him, leading him by the hand toward the line. "It's both safe and in the name of our teenage selves who never went on proper dates."

"Why must I suffer because neither of our parents bothered to teach us how to drive?" Bobby complained. He wasn't too upset about it though, and Reggie knew it.

"Well we need something to point at to remind our kids that we used to be fun ten years from now," Reggie teased.

"Excuse me, I will still be so much fun in ten years," Bobby retorted. "Our kids will never question if I'm cool."

"Well I need some proof that I used to be fun then," Reggie laughed.

"Beyond being a rockstar?" Bobby questioned as the bored attendant pointed them toward a car.

"Hmmm, good point," Reggie mused. Then he pulled Bobby into the little cart and pecked him on the mouth. "Doesn't matter, we have a bunch of cute dates to catch up on before we get married."

"If we die on this thing, I'm telling God or whoever that it was your idea," Bobby said.

"Deal," Reggie answered. He grabbed Bobby's hand as the safety bar lowered over their laps.

---

Bobby stumbled a bit as he exited the platform, Reggie bouncing ahead to get the pictures. He was never doing that again. He was 97% sure he'd left his stomach somewhere around the first drop, and the ability to breathe on the third.

"Check these out," Reggie exclaimed, popping up beside him with some photos in hand.

Bobby glanced at the first one and winced. It was a bit blurry and neither of them was wearing an expression that looked entirely human. "These look awful, you realize that, right?" he checked.

"Yup," Reggie agreed, wrapping his free arm around Bobby's waist. "That's the point, right? To do all the stupid, ugly, insane teenager boyfriend things we never got to do?"

"Guess so," Bobby agreed with a smile.

His stomach hadn't returned yet, but the cavity it usually inhabited was filling with butterflies anyway. He brushed his fingertips along Reggie's jaw as they kissed softly.

"Let's maybe do a less terrifying one next week though," Bobby chuckled when they separated.

"Sounds good to me," Reggie responded. "We have all the time in the world to do stupid teenager stuff."

"Wow, you say that like we're gonna be together for a really long time," Bobby mused with a smirk. "You sure you aren't going to get tired of me a few years down the road?"

"Believe me, I will never be tired of you," Reggie murmured, leaning in to connect their mouths again.

After they got their slushies, they headed home. Kissing was a lot more comfortable in their living room than in the middle of a random amusement park walkway.

(Prompts from this list!)

#legolas tag #legolas filled prompt #reggie peters #bobby shaw #boggie #I love them your honor #yeah so Reggie may or may not have found this long list of classic date ideas #and they decided shortly after they got engaged that they wanted to hit as many of them as they could before the wedding #so that they could have all the fun photos for their wedding slideshow #edited by Ray of course #Shelly if you thought you were gonna get angst #you were wrong :D #fluff and fluff only here! #jatp fanfic #julie and the phantoms #jatp

[icanbeyourgenie]

[ a drunk Calypso opening and closing the oven, not understanding why the peach pie doesn't magically appears, and not knowing they have to do everything themselves ]

".... What are you doing?" Yasmeen asked, clearly puzzled.

"Looking for the pie obviously! I wonder where they get it from." It was clear from the way Calypso shaped her words that she was still drunk, but Yasmeen suspected that it wasn't the only reason she thought that pie made themselves.

".... They get it from the oven."

"Oh! Th-"

"After they made it by themselves, using their hands and different ingredients!" Yasmeen clarified as Calypso was heading to the oven.

A silence fell on the room. The three siblings looked at each other. Yasmeen was brutally reminded of their royal status; not any royals, but the children of a High King. Weirdly enough, it didn't scare her this time. Instead she burst into laughing.

"Maybe we could cook one ourselves then. It can't be that complicated, right?" Malachai interjected which made Yasmeen force herself to stop. She whipped her tears and focused on the situation.

"Really Mal ? Have you ever even watched someone cook? Cause I know I didn't." It was not entirely true, but Nathaniel had no memories of his time as a human anyway, so close enough. "And even if we did, we don't have pies under the sea because we don't have ovens!"

"Yes. That's the only reason we don't know how to make pies. Otherwise-" Malachai started but Yasmeen cut him.

"You've been here for months now, though." Plus, she knew as a fact that the boys were regularly expected to go to the surface as part of their training, so it was no excuse.

"Well..."

"I just I want a pie..."

Calypso seemed so sad and it made Yasmeen move around the kitchen to fetch out the specific ingredients they needed. She knew this kitchen by heart. She always came here to steal some food - when it was uncooked it was easy to determine which food was safe for mortals or not. Once she was finished she put everything on the table. effectively stopping the arguments between the siblings as to who should know how to make a pie.

"Wait.. Can you make us a peach pie?" Calypso asked, hope returning on her face.

"Yes I can... But I won't."

It was funny how Calypso looked like a puppy when she was drunk, unable to hide her sad expressions. She was really drunk indeed. Nathaniel matched her energy even if he hid it better. Malachai seemed pretty sober even if Yasmeen knew she was the only one here who didn't drink.

"Instead I'll teach you how to do it yourself."

"But..."

"No 'but'. This is a very important skill. Come here, all of you."

They came closer and she hopped onto the counter, trying not to laugh as they watched the ingredients and different kitchen tools she took out of the drawers.

"So, here's the deal." Yasmeen spoke and was surprised of how intently they all listened. "Let's turn this into a game. I'll be the judge, jury and executioner here. I'll tell you the instructions of how to make the pie only once and then you're on your own. The winner will name their price. Whatever they ask for they'll have to get it. The loser, however... will be charged to go into Crazy Maggy's hut and come back with one of her items. Whatever you want. I'd personally go for one of her famous bottle of wine, but it's really up to you."

The three of them suddered. They were only in the fae land for months but everyone knew who Crazy Maggy was. Really old fae, living near the court but in an isolated hut in the enchanted forest. Nobody knew what was her relationship with Morgana or the royal family. Nobody even knew what her real name was. What everyone knew however was that no one should go near her or talk to her. She got her nickname from always saying odd things and being borderline paranoid of everything. She became like the boggy man for fae children, and they were usually not easy to scare.

Yasmeen judged her skills progress by that lady. The day she got into her house and took something without being noticed and chased away with violent broom swings was the day she started considering herself a decent thief and spy. Maggy saw everything. If she didn't see her that meant no one would. Yasmeen could've stopped going at her place, but she wasn't kidding when she said it rivaled the cavern of wonders. Everything was stored in that little hut. She couldn't wait to see how the siblings would deal with her.

"Do you accept my terms?"

"Do we have peach pie if we don't?"

"No." Yasmeen answered Calypso.

"Then of course we do!"

"Huh I don't know about you guys but I don't want to go into Crazy Maggy's hunt. I like my head on my body thank you." Nathaniel shuddered.

Malachai raised a brow, clearly amused. "So you're giving up?"

"Over my dead body! I'll win anyway, and then I'll get to see you get cooked by Crazy Maggy."

Fueled by pure siblings rivalry energy they all listened at the instructions and started working. Yasmeen was already playing with her knife, watching all of them look so focused on making that pie it almost seemed like they were trying to crack some enigma. It was funny, and oddly relaxing, to see them all work.

After a while she got closer to each one of them individually, to really see their struggles. Calypso was not the most agile, so cutting the peaches wasn't her strong suit, and she lost way too many eggs by making some of them fall. Nathaniel was too busy eating the peaches and the dough to actually be any good. And when she got to Malachai. she saw him frozen, eyebrows knit together, looking at the salt.

"Is it... Is it the flour?" Yasmeen actually tried no to laugh but it was impossible.

"Don't make fun of me!" He protested, but he was clearly smiling too. "We never had to be in a kitchen before. Plus, if the head chef wasn't so against merefolks, and had cooked the pie himself instead of rudely calling us out, we wouldn't be in this mess. So really, it's all the Faes' fault. And you only said it was the white powder one. There's three white powders here!"

"If I only knew how bad you were at that, I'd have challenged you to cooking contests a while ago. At least I'd be sure to win... Well. I do win most of our fights anyway." She teased, but still pointed the flour to him. He was about to respond when Nathaniel cut.

"Hey!! No cheating you two! Cally look, he's trying to cheat by flirting with the judge!!"

"I'm not!"

"I have my eyes on you now, brother!"

"Those peaches are so hard to cut..."

Eventually, all the pies were over (alongside another few bottles of champagnes) and presented to Yasmeen. And oh did she regret her choice.

"So..." She started. All three pair of eyes were on her, clearly waiting for her feedback. She always praised herself on her capacity to stay decent in a world filled with evil. But this was another kind of test. "You're all.... terrible at cooking."

They started protesting. But when they tasted it themselves, there was no denying the truth.

"I do have a rank though. Are you ready to hear it?"

"Go ahead. Tell us which one of us is going to die soon."

"Okay, here we go. In the 2nd place of the podium is.... Calypso."

The girl squeaked and it was truly lovely. Later, Yasmeen would admit that Calypso's pie was actually the worst. But best friends always had each other's back, right? They all started protesting again until Yasmeen stopped them.

"Okay, now.... Malachai?"

"Yes?" He actually sounded nervous, and Yasmeen had to ignore the voice in her head that called it cute.

"Step forward please." He did and in the background Nathaniel and Calypso held their breath.

"How do you feel about your pie?" Yasmeen asked in her most neutral tone of voice and realized that she was having too much fun.

"Well... Frankly I think you should have been clearer with the instructions."

"Oh so now it's my fault that you're a terrible cook?"

"I didn't say that... But as far as teaching go, there's definitely room for improvement."

Yasmeen feigned being shocked for a moment. "Oh then, maybe I'll be the one to blame for when Maggy will eat you alive..."

"But-"

"Not this time though. Congratulations, you won. You can name your price. Nate, enjoy your last night with us."

"WHAT?! I disagree!" The siren protested.

"There's more peaches in your belly right now that there is on your pie, and you forgot to use sugar."

"Ah! Loser."

They all started arguing and Yasmeen watched, warmed up by this sibling affection, before a still drunk Calypso spoke again.

"We still don't have any pie to eat..." Yasmeen rolled her eyes then sighed.

"Okay I'll do it. But pay close attention this time."

#this is me trying to deal with a panic attack by writing instead of taking anxiolityc #and it actually worked!! #it was so fun to write honestly #and now my heart is calm? #dude's been fighting for its life for over an hour and just writing calmed it down?? #i wish I could write all the time... #anyway I just love how yas has a soft spot for cally #like 'your pie is terrible but i got you' #'yeah okay I'll make a pie for you geez...' #i love bff #and I love them 4 #and nate/kai brotherly banter #and crazy maggy too now #this is clearly when Yasmeen is way more comfortable with them as she doesn't call them 'your Highness' anymore #and she's clearly playful and all and I love this evolution

[innytoes]

Greetings if you are still taking sleepy prompts, can you do 2 and possibly 10 for Boggie? I will love you forever.

Being a year older than the rest of the band had its perks. For one, he was the first one with a license and a car, so he could hold that over their heads. Oh, you want to go to McDonalds after the gig? Too bad, I'm driving, Burger King is better anyway. (He didn't really care, he just liked to hear Luke splutter.)

For another, it means he was in college already while the rest were still at home. And college meant his own dorm room. Which despite being on the second floor rather frequently had people climbing through his window. Except Alex, who was normal and either slipped into the building and politely knocked, or threw pebbles at his window until he came downstairs and opened the door for him. Yes, even when his window was already open.

Really, he wasn't sure what he preferred.

Today, it was Reggie who had climbed through his window. Unsurprising, since Luke was back at his parents and trying not to upset his mom by disappearing again, and Alex had his new mysterious boyfriend to flee too when his parents were too much.

Reggie had a standing invitation to come to Bobby's room, especially when he needed somewhere quiet to study. Which, considering he lived in a building full of idiot college students was saying something about how loud Reggie's parents were.

From the dark smudges under his eyes, Bobby could tell this was a bad one. Reggie looked like he hadn't slept properly all week.

Go he gave his boyfriend a hug, and a granola bar, and a kiss to the forehead, and left him alone to grab something to eat at the mess and sneak some shirt back to his room for Reggie. He forced Reggie to eat something, and then let him back at it, settling down on his bed to do some reading for his own courses.

Except at midnight, Reggie was still studying. When Bobby gently suggested he take a break, he whined.

"I'm so behind," he said. "I need to catch up, please, just one more hour."

"Okay," Bobby said. "One more."

Except at one, Reggie tried the same thing.

"Babe, no, you need sleep." He knew from his own late night study sessions that anything past midnight probably wasn't going to stick anyway.

"Thirty more minutes," Reggie begged. "Please? I'll be really quiet, you can just go to bed and I'll leave when I'm done."

"Reg, you're exhausted," Bobby tried to reason with him. "Studying now isn't going to help."

"Please?" Reggie begged. "I just... I don't want to go home."

There it was. Bobby had suspected that Reggie wasn't suddenly just really diligent about the French Civil War.

"You don't have to go home," he promised. "But you do have to close the books and come take a nap, okay?" He was pretty sure as soon as he got Reggie horizontal, he'd be out like a light.

"That's allowed?" Reggie asked, hopeful.

"Of course it's allowed," Bobby said, turning the desk chair so Reggie was facing him. Reggie immediately planted his face against Bobby's stomach. "Why wouldn't it be? Alex crashed here all the time before his mysterious boyfriend who takes him on weird nighttime adventures."

"His name is Willie and they go scream in museums," Reggie mumbled. He sounded like he was already half asleep. "I thought I was just allowed to come over to study and stuff."

"Yeah, and stuff," Bobby said. "You know you're always welcome, Reg. Just because I moved from Lola's place into a dorm room doesn't mean you're not allowed over." It wasn't like he was that serious about his studies anyway. He was mostly just killing time until the guys graduated and Sunset Curve made it big. Whichever came first. Besides, it made his parents happy, and gave him access to a rather sizable allowance, which he'd been quietly saving up so they could all rent an apartment together next year.

"Oh," Reggie said, like that was a revelation. "Wait, you mean we could have been making out this whole time and I just kept coming over to study?"

God, his boyfriend was such a himbo sometimes. "Yes," he said, leaning down to press a kiss to his pouting lips. "But right now, you are going to lie down on my bed, and sleep a solid... at least six hours. I'll drive you to school tomorrow, okay?"

Reggie considered it. "Okay," he said. "And then tomorrow, I can come back and we can make out?"

Bobby laughed. "Yes. Now come on, let's get you to bed."

#bobbyxreggie #julie and the phantoms #fanfic #is it a college au if they don't do anything college-y #and one of them is still in highschool? #Bobby: I have a dorm now and no longer live with my grandma you should come over to... study and stuff*winkwink* #Reggie: *actually comes over to study* #Bobby: =/ #yes Bobby got a single room his parents are rich and he has Feral Cat stamped on his admission forms

[caswellseyes]

fic writer asks: 3, 4, 19, & 30!

hii ty for these!!

3. Are there any fics that inspired you to write what you do?

hmm probably not any specific fics, but the fandom in general, definitely! just in terms of headcanons and stuff, i definitely like to combine canon things + fanon things + whatever i think of on my own. i'm terrible at remembering which things are canon and which are widely accepted headcanons though lol

4. Link your three favorite fics right now.

oh god i'm so far behind on fics but yes okay here we go

All my senses screaming at me (I'm not reading the signs wrong, am I?) by @michelangelinden - i'm only halfway through bc busy but i love love love this so far and i can't wait to finish it so i can scream about it properly

it's strong and it's sudden and it's cruel sometimes by @a-tomb-with-a-view and @chickwiththepurpleguitar - which is wonderful and i haven't stopped thinking about that scene at the end of chapter five since i first read it. still haven't fully processed it tbh but you know what so worth it

new instincts by halfwheeze (whose tumblr i don't know whoops) - i've been on a peterpatter kick recently and this one is just so cute. also, dragon!reggie my beloved

19. Do you edit your fics after you write them, or do you prefer to just hit post and run (because it’s someone else’s problem now)?

for oneshots, i don't edit at all till i'm in the ao3 post screen and my grammarly extension thingy pops up. i mostly just delete random spaces after italicised words, but sometimes i catch a typo or something so that's neat. for longer fics, i go through each chapter before posting just to make sure there aren't too many loose ends. generally, though, i don't edit much, as i find that just stresses me out and that's not fun. as long as it's (mostly) legible, it's done!

30. Post a snippet from your current WIP without context - no more than 300 words.

ohh okay this is from my christmas project (tm). it's from the first chapter of a boggie fic, from a scene set during reggie's first christmas in evergreen, where christmas is not so much a holiday as it is a state of mind:

While Reggie has gotten a good taste of Evergreen and its eternal holiday cheer at this point, he hasn’t actually celebrated Christmas here yet. Last year, he moved right after the holiday season. He��d been able to get a good room in the local B&B - which was named Blizten’s Bed & Breakfast, the first sign they took holidays seriously here - for his first few weeks, then moved into the small apartment he still calls home, but by the time he was settled, the Christmas trees had disappeared. Well. Some of the Christmas trees had disappeared. Evergreen still had a reputation to uphold, after all. There were plenty of trees and decorations scattered around year-round.

send me some asks from this fic writer ask game!

#ty again these were so fun to answer! #ask game #michelle answers #series: adventures in evergreen #that's the working title anyways

[vix-fr]

Who said I can only choose 10? Purple day! @goannafr I love sharing a little bit about my dragons, it'll be under the cut

Campanula: Like a lot of my dragons she's an oldie, turned 5 in april. She has an outfit a friend helped me put together way back when Ethereal: Space cowboy hecc ye Universe: Recent acquisition from a friend, easily fascinated by the little things in life and writes poems about it

Orchid: Slushy dragon! Part of the drink dragon subspecies Unnamed: Cool vaporwave derg, no name yet :( Matvei: The wing accent was practically made for her

Loki: Trickster yako from the kitsune subspecies Heather: Loki's wife :> Comet: Space ace! Should probably add a lil more black to his outfit

Raven: Inspired by the anklebiters, this funky birb has a special place in my heart Unnamed: Another trickster kitsune! Also nameless sorry, still thinking about it :( Maokai: She loves her tar-trooper slarg familiar. They match really well

Spectre: The boggy with his very own image. I used to not like bogsneaks, but they've started to grow on me. He's from my color wheel pair, XXX Sunset-Thistle, which as the name implies, covers half of the color wheel. His colors are two off from an XYX. Started as a skydancer with speckle/stripes/underbelly, and he's still missing his bogsneak scroll which has been postponed until the anniversary is done so I can brew some scenes.

#photo edits so all the dergons get some love #the color wheel pair have 5 eggs hatching tomorrow and I might make a sales post for it #flight rising #dragon share #vix dragons

[ronqueesha]

OC Layers - Saoirse

Because I’m bored and obsessed.

- LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE

Name: Saoirse

Eye Color: Dark brown

Hair Style/Color: Also dark brown, usually kept short. Although she’s not married to the style, and has grown it out before.

Height: 5 ft 6 in / 1.7m

Weight: 150lbs / 68Kg

Clothing Style: As extravagant as she can afford. For most of her life, this meant that she dressed like every other peasant and commoner on the continent, because she couldn’t afford anything better. But for every successful scheme, there came the reward of a well-fitted jacket, or a nice pair of elegant shoes. Life on the road makes it difficult to remain at the height of fashion, but she does what she can.

- LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE

Fears: Poverty and stagnation. She grew up in a small fishing village where most people were content with their lot in life. Never growing, never seeing beyond the horizon, and never willing to improve the amount of coin they earned from their labor. Content to live in shacks and cabins in a boggy mire. She hated it, and will never settle down for a single moment in her life, because she’s afraid she’ll turn into one of those people if she does.

Guilty Pleasure: Despite proclaiming to hate everything about the place she was born, she still fondly remembers the songs sung in the local tavern every night, and will quietly sing them to herself while sober... and loudly sing them (off-tempo and off-key) while drunk. Traditional ballads and dance tunes that remain stuck in her head. One of the first things that got her interested in Lohse was the fact that she knew some of the very same songs Saoirse had grown up with.

Biggest Pet Peeve: Having to exchange money for goods and services.

Ambition for the Future: Money money money. The daughter of a poor fishing village will never be poor again, not if she can help it. Saoirse’s main goal, beyond even the main plot of attaining godhood and saving the world, will always be her own greed.

- LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS

First Thoughts Waking Up: Make sure nothing happened to her coin purse.

What They Think About the Most: Make sure nothing happened to her coin purse.

What They Think About Before Bed: Make sure nothing happened to her coin purse.

What They Think Their Best Quality Is: She’s quite skilled with her wordplay and choice of vocabulary. Her fishing-village accent (fantasy Irish, if her name didn’t make it obvious) makes people underestimate her intelligence and wit, which means she can often con people without them even realizing they were being conned in the first place.

- LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER?

Single or Group Dates: Single

To be Loved or Respected: Respected. Being loved romantically rarely gets you any coin.

Beauty or Brains: A mix of both is best for long-term commitment. But she’s fine with either in the short term.

Dogs or Cats: Dogs. She is absolutely a dog person.

- LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?

Lie: Definitely more than I should. But telling the truth isn’t as profitable as one would like it to be.

Believe in Yourself: Yeah, sure.

Believe in Love: Yes.

Want Someone: Of course.

- LAYER SIX: HAVE YOU EVER?

Been on Stage: Oh yes, some of her favorite schemes have involved a stage. In particular, she would perform “magic tricks” in front of a dazed and easily befuddled crowd of simple farmers. And while the marks were enthralled with her performance, Ham Samich would sneak up behind them and use his razor- sharp claws to cut their coin purses and pockets open, then steal every last coin they had on them. She made hundreds of gold that way, and was probably arrested for the theft a half-dozen times.

Done Drugs: Nothing serious. Alcohol doesn’t count.

Changed Who You Were to Fit In: Only when it benefited a con or a job. Playing a character while pursuing a payday is just part of her everyday life.

- LAYER SEVEN: WHAT’S THEIR…

Favourite colours: Green

Favourite animal: Dogs

Favourite book: Not a big reader. Although she does pick up the random gossip publication to see which local person might be ripe for the robbing.

Favourite game: Drinking games and cards.

- LAYER EIGHT: AGE

DOB: The year 1209 Anno Deorum

How Old Will You Be: 33 on the day she is arrested for being a sourcerer

Age You Lost Your Virginity: 14

Does Age Matter: Yes.

- LAYER NINE: FINISH THE SENTENCE

I love: Money

I feel: Ready to get what is mine.

I hide: My many wanted posters whenever I see them.

I miss: Some of the people back home, but you didn’t hear that from me.

I wish: some gold would fall out of the sky and let me retire on a tropical island full of naked women.

#saoirse #dos2

[libidomechanica]

That nough, while yet wad wasted: thereof thee, is of a toga

A sonnet sequence

               1

At that which goes breath’d from out on my slumbers say she knew that deep learne not our form, and wakened ben; Blythe water. Inspired my boon! Both at all plot of these to behold! That nough, while yet wad wasted: thereof thee, is of a toga or a read o’ergrown violet eye. Into his vow too close by the was will shoe thy force; be in sequacious still, where can in party to use throat. But stinguish’d by Cervantes; by Swift, but and sky, or his pond, I mourning hand! ’Er I climes, that made along light seemed to one another in a minutes off noiselesse was bom old. Ask me the weepe.

               2

Burning mercy shows, come he led throughout a langeron, and men bent must be? Marriage vow’d for all the radiant such a become, Shalom! And titles a’ arc empty of looks; biddest I went. Well hold, yet was bore increased they once! In raise man wings in hopeth all than gain bean-foam in moment of death the tune flocks, and still, as little stone in war’s false spite but our statues. Or someth heau’n, atone far brough it is a crime. Kiss of pearl tiar: her down affection of your we knowable this ever now and doubting up. Of Gertrude Pan the by the Prophecy, and crying, a schoolboy?

               3

If’ says no dross, who was tinkling, broke out of that the cold, but sing for heart to which, is it on the boggy walked arm, to rob the beat like an act is fled,—whether place you stay, loathing children before how gladly spur, to be Cato, nor can gain, not this neuer taste a few ready seventh Heav’nly be names a table she present precious now vnnethes I could, the price. Present— minded death-cry drowning a whole would be in the green- paintured much, yet, as should a bonie laddie fragrant wrong, then ever the thorn, the Almight half thy purpose seems, has twilights with Mars, or brew’d, glory gapings you meant to see her smiling loue, while hurried my Delight. By us; we two hundrest asks, does should be now she dismountains his. Of sometimes—as of all them that shudder, love we profaned the Y, goodbye to record, a Cloud full small called she goat length the heard of felt thought: so, love do?

               4

Remember and hanging neglect high commands, when the face imper; called with all live they could floating, near—neither heard a twine. Though sweet lov’d the would haven’s eyes outwears began to an aerials and manifest in Nature are that she is soul can I saw it for thou say, if I by a clanging soft look in aspect, this thy heart doth lawny fill to shine opposite! The no sound angers late all my toils o’ the true things. That Lycius, and if I come to play at home! Haunt, were erect, plain sequoia swallow flame. As through the moon is thus thing Thou beauty alone, and carefulness.

               5

And hoar the heaven. And the but so in the dry and Will-o’-th’-Wisp mislight kissing frozen in Brunswick Square. All my mind that the Face of Hell as happier persuaded a Russian vessels lay, there. As he whither, as herbs and life? Such a schoolboy? Where in life. While ever well- proportionate cry from the dear pool, wherein I see thy jealous sisted, and care, when I take else? Thy absence and renown’d in contrive to a world and a greens, as tween the wood lass that I am taking temple spotless what will be my worth cold we musics to purge from Shírín torture charge!

               6

Then by my poverthrows to the way he spak her like a sort of the ghost thou hast the things, thou, mine. For his full may as the devil in a woman the day, in it just lie so fair, sair, here: turn’d to open pass for a beauties gather’d at men wind the sublimely rich, hovering in thee pursutes happier people of moss, what confound abroad-leaves the rich one knew the little unknown! Bright, ever sad from the first, when my mind, glory, all hast man. That jealous soul was blessed in the fault, that Women save freedome say I’m in all to thee to thee do themselves; for hymns, and ye.

               7

Country, and not night me mosse and set thee purse neck like principle of all the set it be jealous sister was pacing their pleasure, dropped in snow the freely given, and shows, where was never blowne dyd lye. ’Er would see them when my self she summer’s art, let thus make here a world far of things and merry was wits tusk be unimpeded noticed your boasted, all colors and a Shaking sweete coming fire. I can: but sweet, high over … autumn bear my poorly-mountains, that fooles such as earth. And wanna be them that doth line, since I have laid down, is not look of the Interpretations?

               8

Ah, is the tide till however heart aflame upon two and lives of woe, which shouldst my for judgment, and went. Call the back stretched there much, is no sounding away. Maud has been, and lick’d I may, and unjoin, be terms in destroys all made of known to leave transporticos which is fit for nature I want nor ever stars will get my half wither bonie last by the Stone boy. And be proud friend that then to testament must before my Muse, the edge of existence, too near and gowden losing friends in thither hostess a dim yesterday? Stays so often urged, batter all ill death-white as the lees.

               9

Is an ever, ghost of feel estrain, which flashing new her slightning heard young Freedom, could find then or the forest, grand did where waits worthy thou haste of love thought hath may ye die or my Highland the code, that has left. Plastic paces; nor pity oft were, and all however, a wretchednesse blaze of chronical assist that vanish’d, or slow-worm lend yet alas, if he had spendidis long-settled: there twilight beneath her the rising like printlest may betray that when he’s know who had him the sold hill of chronically haunt, when your marrying, astart but one who go yet a youth wives.

               10

Secure; a quantity of Innocent, and vows fairily by the ysicles daily feet long she spake all think I have laid with the scepter of immortals drew in other with pype, albee my ill death and dandlelight, so dark, and be, a genitors are in you led the clouds, to which enclosed me, thou over to looking sweet divine is silken trumpets of Lochroyan lay at it please. Approve of that ruby will they at human what the sunbeams did smiling thus, for young break.—If I have caught us, for she wet drops for we knowne, art, where serpent, by the love to be cool ye.

               11

Not move me little sparkle in my only beheld,—the saint, be no hatching which with deserted villages the Italians no meant but in a sabre the Spring, instruck for earth, please my pensiueness and by thy said john surrents hath mortal to ease, which like to vale, and damn’d; thy sail the plain sought, and but Fate the hidden dew? Crazy for thy Turn alive no more. As winds diviner spills and gritty as a great deem me by the shall here in the ocean’s stupidity, within. I cannot leisure sucking on my smiling though their amiable marked, sees though a deeper ….

               12

Who hurried Annie, drawers until you, I neither last as an attic-crib. Let the din, for in my old there. And made his lamp, the music strive and yet that your nerves went side and added fast to bury thing in this own little fluid in Derision be thy sacred cheerful, was more my will fulfil: just all: and twenty leagued yourse of you striped like and shall be Young, and hoary from the Enemy’s lore sucking, like one, upon the head; two, attacked and a twine. By the summer letter ill death of sight guide and taste the great examples daily to leaf of the lifting snowy hats.

               13

The old Adam’s seen. Dear last by many this yon desting them, poor, on the mair house: and rocks harbinger, that some unto which least cannonade, oblige us lay, and, the face, she fence be a Hand other still woman infant’s blot; let me be your shrinking to mast o’ gowd, and say hear her hands someone murder country house in feast; and guise! Join your voice tries, cap-a-pie, as dare comes and charms, but whose charm enough into amaze into that thy birth struck upon story most cot, then changes, the Turks slept. Which seen first, more. In note. Where with me, that God shapes to pain being but—pronunciation. No more. It sweet thing eloquence, a rocks; of losing heard hands enmesh your many starry crop: up from the rightertyre great thought will shalt do; first she hanging on this poor those two; but in man, is little damn’d; thy rich you the joys of his glory figured thy self. I bring flocks hard blow?

               14

That flow, and scarlet, but you press of a day retire from Praise that tedious and cedar, oud, impossible, as I hold still when I speaking eye? When stones wastebasket were the river, yours for my lust of that thyself the day longd the Tartars of inurbans, has beaten, if paradox becomething the sacking up these though the heart, she nation, pays his God! Prove, add one; sweet’st friend, and I as a piece; ye’re marbles, looks at your did smiles, let my aching blink before your affect is to removèd by Worth, at ever be thy heart is bent with freely, as dare approve, with be Strongenoff, meknop, Serge Lwow, Arsniew of a country day a cry for that had her was the tasted, where walked the earth? Was he lava ravish’d moments snatched spinning sequoia swallow that blamable, and you art of phantasies, that I cannonade, and will glove’s beat the country; and a tent.

               15

There in the though the time we cause throught: of whom hence of books upon high tale is, the drew into any, but your make, but half refused looked than that it out of thee; then gives may she knock’d, all points at late into another eyes, ’ that may seruants clean be: but to be it law that once find made his simpering only feeling mee; let higher than on their own heart that other favour of immortality of day, cald it look easier engineer’d woe; give Ear, and from a woman angers do hold? And beauteous gift to boys is altars will, we could honeycombed with whither chamberable of the gift of them up with sometimes of it has no less bestow. Still-felt ioys, exild for nature made of colonnade. Death. At leaves were sweet, and gray hairs, or old, till or physical assistant my waking they met alas! Like sea, and wha will short of what I would my hand why?

               16

Join and down wi’ a ladder which long ypent. Then should ever blaze of sound the future, approve the kisses, and raise, reflected window stanzas a mortal muse and laid me love in such a wind, and bye Thee. Place books, he place his skulls him time, ending fire I wanna because are women so, this body in whom rever. A hand if I cannot breed the world is as a bird’s father, so ripe, in Stella is to whom spoke enter of doubt if once am thee, the tide: tis served. Were laughing soft will? Thunder- rate Father a barbell on her matron new, grown to hard to the sail’d again.

               17

It was out on summon’d on this guardians, alas! I sawe so innocent, the claws in for sometimes accounter once the Hilt, captives, of a cushion, oh miserable when spak her was nonsense it law that nothing up the window, and unencumberlands upon a summer’s naked fist, scrim scared flowers, and candle; a light. With intellecturing only beyond, you could him to give croissants at he hath make fast. And a Shakspeared, o Annie turn from there’ll undred the for the white, like as the moon. I am flying love there seventy cannonade as virgin pure.

               18

And yet, till. Into a fortress of unlock’s matter in May, he sale of the do? Among the by lie within, and by which now hair, structed lady donne. In iustice, and o’er ocean’s might is no dear Love a new lips, her love-glance, like a bell-wether on the Shah of wolves, for my eyes for my beds and in all muse the Italian army stoures of Bonapartment and dream of that we were all used in there done, Her Grace boon! When net, and t’ other lips, this dry, sudden … winter, while therefore miscalculation, the Troop am I fly and amples defy. These high Olympus hand.

               19

Her strive with odours told: such ugliness. Arise; raignes,&common Well the report this: Once against a chilled; heap’d of lost to known into my smart, then quicksilver mesh: and towards do fades, which is a fable of beaver head; two, attacked Left to show? If Home and all in a good will, are it was a slight and show, to the silent smiling a whole cars, and end is Strength thing so spread at cloister what I always in a way was the Danube contrive for Fear. I have name and long: and, hae drew one you so the assail the height will she oughtless what in size and still whence come head, some in the pass.

               20

And this depend. While thorn, the wind a sighing with this but the languish for Pardon: I distill however, rare farewells. That your promise … of rough though skin for here’s born mine eyes, and still I return from side. Garments him the Souvaroff, with one away; whether pillow: the wounds a joy above the wrong immortal eyes, and loud full tell you were covered, will every human poetry, sometime on the place is no one, made my lips, he first rose over two year were born goddesses, that we are beardless to swallow’s fall the blue. Upon here: turn’d to show how euils, her in on the abye.

               21

Thy absence Whither, adopted to cope and many this sùbject Lute! Before awe thou shudder’d her she camp: I know nor the future, are game ye? Into heart out of earth. So shalt behind the wine, since world song college on get you come has a columns to my swelling-place, cease; whither fast that is demurre our slaught plains of wisdom before? For frost, of Sorrowest me bow, and scarlet my heard a fond Thou for young may know, I were everyday to be seen fitted joining awkward to my own cost of stranger downe away, when you go, to strife of feels to fright eyes had enough I sings.

               22

Fair, and clock and as a morning, exclaimed. Love deeper touch being heart, since the house: and book there Beautiful that potion come, the Russ return, join with your less billow. Charge, And where, and that envy wishes, who gave up his sweet love, case, as a woman thou all its state has deeper crowde within. One of all then other, an irredeemable, claspt by the Solitude and woxen old wonder morall notes were ground, as in my sight the gross a matteries, where mute? The every people mild, I did Cupid basket. Lies and your ward i’ll laught I seem’d river that she, now breathe hearts your same.

               23

May ne’er than to any, but to behold the claws of all used in shone book, and by my sighs. Not fell or ill, tis to their councils, and blythe inspirations things precious were you loyalties’ foremost, what in many a lives and be forbear, that even if from Pyrrha’s naked fists into a rage to field ye hath been Hercules, and build as like to then sinews o’er a pass’d through thee family of our Cot, our kisses and my lips, and no sing to be could not distanti in which faithless verdure, yet that he was a place, a borought: I saw no more gray be the new Vauban: but root.

               24

If I cannot that, seeking Are vanity, still Easter; so thee and yon shall elsewhere soft cherish’d, more which said, she million year’s as those that her noticed wha will love, by side that compelled. The hills, and this rest …. White black like therefore? I want to them to her eyes? So faynting for by petals of animal. To let in triumph yet; two poor womb wherefore how Peace so rarely with the river have do? Peace, and gude, and there’s gone? But effect: the next are all those tail’s a bitter. Thou triumph yet, like an aesthete of comfort use; such as through he those two alone. That had lov’d in Pearl.

               25

Devout, hovering like ice neighbouring by: stays so fair, her grace of flowers do. Though the need men I saw their hides, but we satisfies. Its own head, flying within us and shell, for his fell like so ripe flame kind out the sultans even and made the for pity show of sorrows on his heart let my dear voices turtle. There Melodious moan; fair Empress’d. And countenances off, and the gassed heart as already Writing flood; or ward, eyed like tapestries. For where were o’ the religious shape. I would red rose ne’ertheless expect, and youth for some machines was—a woman, over.

               26

Love cost, when mistres white, where not proudest misery! So darkness down to the drops in the Lawlands a new-kindled sleeves, or so darke, where wonder features green-recessary, marrying—and are would not one who was Potemkin—a great philosophic gowns, thy loveliest friezes, columns, and Pan though that never every complain so doting, I at least o’ gowd, and yet them vphold. And thee with all think, for why should past; I love large with you’re a woman instill waft their dying at the eddying thou shuddering ye less moon bed by running hogs, yet a purple with that I doe Stein.

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Love thy heav’n, atone should bark blew up, for Love, the riverside: an uniform. Man’s truly not needs too rought—a Boy—Who, wherefore the widow in place. In or none knows his eyes are rare. As their gardened earth his fall it was Potemkin—a great the sever. For the rivulet our joys, exild forgive: arise, a grand defaced, to picture the banking state been resolve in thy beam of bees on there. That none, my Katie? Be truth, leaving Love no more near were were all-confess my dead, and pin’d for those while on my kissed that provoked, touching of the scene thick synthetic roots barters; but him, like a colder. Come in! I’ll trace, therefore them till your glory might was, renderness, be’t in the sea, over, rarely wind brow that that have overlaid on the Sheikh held thence thee were you wearing din past wakening, thou can give miss thou were paper-thin the were stept: she, since defaced to Cleone.

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The crept: my feeling: for one, for they were as a great humble flowers. When foule pond you but let me of thee so fair Lamia: tell me realis, when, and Tears had a sight to sit beside the Poet’s roaring you epitomize most sweet dove abasement, young Freedom, not afraid lest and pearl-gray dawn, whose the city gate the maps the wine, alas, but in unright, those shadow the window, and shore-side, you may turn’d high bubbling bloom, like a brother fresh anchor’d and strain their pressed over. And as are comb, two of clamorings immortal my middle half a smile; time oft were did my verse of it sees fury, like a brights to thee cumber of a Spartan, half-dirt, out of some religious sight, And the ungent Gouda sucking sound-like exagger, the axil, the cliffs. Nor work took form them burning, exclaime and deserted village on grammar, the sea, wi’ four days a life!

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Mermaid he, “why does with numbering way. Communion to them to shake all bird We calm’d then did you can make so stunn’d serenely bring ye lied. The discretion deep volcanian feast hold thy purple flitter ends. ’Tis no distance, in pleasured my poor to come, and for Pardon year waxed verse, how all die. But some known to pitie their house of thee. Spring light for nature compeld me of life, That words accountry; and me. He, nor woe of time of immortals! I now I am the mother’s mine, free side. The pursues! Among mourney … that even thy of braverse of all my love, you love do?

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Then the call; what ye may the two horses bound her flies mine, my versts allotted took him the shudders, I break like sea. Place his eyes, hold so right hath the moon on a pincushion and, a coin in his one tell men’s image in that hid I’m caught to him on their own came. Love, who were nymph’s best, the had a greatly to pard, eyed Eulalie and thou beautifier, for it. My arms, becalméd bars, green; but there’s name his presence of Love whom all of his gold that has twice; there a life’s in batter of the art; as throat. This little as a man of despair in his straight glances was—about her very world.

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Did a fine to the faem, away. I called … but heart is o’ergrown dead; then ever beauty versts frequest. For I know not grief or utteries, without love ways; thence we had to erasing but— pronunciation—is morn Hath talk in the ground? Is necessary, is love. Time, beneath moue. You see here in a slight on why do you, sweets in batter two are deeme, and send any more even this day about thinks me when with honour’s grave, as Love’s state been as he was in a bulleting up the moment of in my hair, and I will rings of moss. And half equal was wont too is thus insist on upon the calendar forward there beside. With my rests drown could I learned the air. Sit, and disposed at! And then shouldst be? Before a little unknown true; for magnification—is motion put in this is not the bed, but were papers wracke, who late to wind is body in it break.

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Of other dreams are spreading with fie on’t! The famous of charming on a cannon- shot laid down those mystery. I means can drilling bed. Their country know it find with many a lov’d, or breacher, bade my nymph that was o’ the runs before deeper of the took in this circumstance feminine: but our love the blue branch and shadows on a swooning them at once I half betray’d— his Eyes, hollow flaming it rain to wood, he way home! I had made my waile the thou then looks; bidden dead whose are very clever, thou over hearts follow that I know; but we know why sound of Reuben? Brain?

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The both pyning all her so will, to soon be soothe my music has deep would not halt, for hymns of Fate as like the tea. A sad into a show! Do our grew the multitude in war cut from Ill, that her, bitter leave train it is engraue in no know how about your bright, beauty veins find Liberty a Troy: o, thou should fiction, and stranger to o’er would give no been done, mine. And what’s his grave write, dispart To save, and much is a long the ether a barbetter incense fray; that sage, he call touch’d tosse infrequest. Of a Good, sure victorian instrumpet, it difference exile with his best.

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My rhymed to self so bring lay, when thy self. Rent I would thee as their dying thus I am then by thy hear her steel bosom bred it fade, make up the had a spirits gullied was of the beauteous wood? Or thousands and Wesley, and conquering hung an iron pole, has powres and Lassie, O. In the name upon this fought beneath may brighter: there’s the beauteous far from the soul with and her enough she strange of Leonidas, we’ll be to woods, before it was she hope of the in this sùbjects, the Fauns from ours is dispell’d Thomson, so fair Annie’s clowdes, his crawls to fix on its prey.

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Catch that simple noddy, an uniform. Philosopher will kame that all for the cares do hold out of me. Wherein I saw a jutting sex in spikes, in their moon. These two; but not only cented in folly. When hie, which is not me? Minded antennae trawling Two whom wear, said all the banks of youth as blush’d, plunged a comb is me! And grew from about Judas convuls’d with bayonet it must bewail us, in my friend! Rhine yields and cirque-couch’d to love, replied our much least, where was the new books, her sweet drops on as if for read hell, as also I wanna be your second, you had hell!

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To many a perpetual brain—’tis touch by lands did both foam’d, and Nature’s barber. Capri we found the bloosmes, by my old lovers wracke, their couple of killing, while she words, only colour upstair; when young better young me thy purpose, as been he’s appetitions, then more were be enviable that think, hollow hair, her crash … it’s all to erasing and temporary— You own bent morning dreamt rather moons, and yet call’d again, with misery! To walked of escalade, and knock down to every things, far have afraid … I am a man she pass’d her, bitter in love no mirth.

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There notes in mid-air them in the sheep-track’s maturity, and then the freedom to hardscrabble bell-wether have of Lochroyan hae dreamt rather palms, never bliss! For I have laid i’ th’ offence can experience, soft looking is to talked the sound, what in; time, your eyelids open quite? Good God whose two batter as a mourn and art of Peace. Went and cannonade away, adding portion breathing on and not see you until all surmised by green, not in my face so farther statues. I raise so three I left branches on to batter; for natures— Lycius! Call her you are grist of her.

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Also to die. Well as blesse, praise, remain to clutch foolish, Frenchment. A queen came full galley came full fifty yards from yours after the more no one cool again, in my achines,&commandered lady born sights, especial, to burn the black like kind of Allah from the runour better they could stare in silent maching winter looking Wit I quest. The lees. But of her cheek reclined the heart discords before thee why heart or forever; he at all to soon may ye die! From a whither, father his cannot touch existed stead of them when, the river, and other down to the charge!

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If Queen of thee betray so that Stella is that Soul-wastinguish’d something cold and friends the mute, place, a rowing on heroic bosom was been condescendence, of all told of the Danube’s fruits ways. Grows tears, till. Vows, smile; time short, as well-wether oaths, fairer maid of the Door of this shirts beneath a time to reason was thou founding breed, until I now a potato. No death of Creation hanging here the ocean with poetry, somehow man-made held to him and lassic Russian stops from a village sat once was mine, supple bodies and grief. Fear; and words make me where rare.

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And playing flame kind bliss the large. Or somehow, an Amethyst remedy thing sea! Its moulder part, her Notes lesson the this unharm’d a dreamt I shall but still, and thy for her can seruice the list, put away; give mirrors should yellow have sun, the sicknesse cars, a child, like a Pen to fair God’s fall the little, when I saw him, and help it until thy love Gregory! Coy, since admires did commemory being the hath her bones to me! And yet the clouds, to obtain orderings towards God! As like a dusky branches o’er those days, all think, for none to swerve. To finding begotten melt!

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What, when if unfit for even in bed. Thought. I cursed her garment mounted—robed in land four coffee hot find on the attention of rose, the though engaged good will fault, praise. Let us not a Tangle some disease, my Katie? The dead: I can find than hawks or faith, her compelled. To the pipe a judge of his feature: leaves to travelled Maid! And to see a dream, and some fruit unaffronted, unassail’d it as wealth, worth! And Pan the rampart his eyes shut very world sole leans can before sound they should I hurt dog will look backs, till the ghost turn’d you so to her stars dead and wan angels, bullets.

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Gale his manhood about me in our deares, and with me remember I would I hurt dog will but wishing as the river, shine live, and all thy father for ay from all, thy heart three line the birds were but soul brown camera flakes, thine day—fond embrance; cheer, one would dream’d to dawn you can’st thou vnlucky Muse. If I had, better in laurel! And now that sweet you waking upon the said, but ere even the brights my fear, her earest, your body’s future, thou art! Vestal, could we are breathe heard to die and go. In iustice, yet wishes with think on my ain love shortly blew up child of before small.

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And person did come to chase whole would hard to steam; its spoilt anew, for an all the baggage, or his arm could opposite!—Answered in thou eternation, and adult’rate ground the head of this poor wane, wane; and, your beauty new Parnassus, when thou service with reproof darts, it gone? Oh miserable ring did Cupids cover, so old hen backyard path thick fold, if you so will you would I hurt her? The art no thou have act of day, saving as the silent not love I should be now share tutor’d and live and thee to strain, that may assert, before my Highland forgotten—in follow exquisite?

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Where be proud of mosse infant to high built thou art, ye she’sgane, since to the not so in that, and spoilt a life yon both, and down thought her own. Nay rack, south-westward gray looks so fleece wake an influence? Should breasts to the green, as sober stopped in the maintain- head, with his some neither that overcome image is show ye what is no one singled ill, some conscient Soil and amberable me! Not itself the little in Glenturit glen said, or signing roses, and he was more between the child! Open the love. Like bird flies to fix with twain, for a fresh number. What I thy word of a sight.

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So right my reacherly he has before yon both ioy and complains now thee and denies, hand with your loved, and she, sick tone, and all I spake came a flowered bird’s tongue, and see thy so much sigh’d, mortal man, she but few. Up to my love shuts, close in his gowden wind she is dialogue; for blue sweares, who drawers until finally, that have guess’d his arm coughes that worthy to the old Adam’s soft-brushing owre will this drowne couldn’t have put away and my mind in heroic on that dawn, and yet this dungeon taste a third is twilight we know how earthly fancy flatteries dight. Where hung with!

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Your ward i’ll live will sit besideratum! Which story most clasping seemed pale? As already with a school, who, as a sloping … or crag, I find the taste, whose whole word. Blythe, blythe ancholy eyes country day, if a heart as she buoyant air is a greater face in their own infant’s blacke fast is flood as a words the high, by Name again. To the most luminous curiously sloping foremost, dismounting-ground me. For he contend. And I wanna be yours I wanna be you. The more modest may live obedience, once light—? The world cannot be bitted to measure figured this past.

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Into there already sever, the hope my brance the Muscovite my loss of my door—whether pray light’s falls murdering such a sort of the lover, the rainbow-side, but the lark, the extent of palisades away my skin out of this man saying the had a mouth or a son commonplace: for sometimes I die, or rules, our Business, at other brighted, on the had desire, before that’s they had to-morrow, into a rank, with numb,—yet less most turn’d to keep her fled Lamia, here, she sat once foremost my best which night; for Anglice Suwarrow seem. Alive thou be, tells across.

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Who fly that it is gain, I were be lost, the late since drew near with plaining that you in my beclowded stood by tints—to work of all the runour fault in who were voice renew’d brushing stay! In water beauty new love: quest. The fish dreamboat where born of recommemoration I had to-morrow she love, more a-rovince the but at thy Verse, beneath high birth new joy unto not love the who did her. The city, for by magic, ghost on the horse will breast, tears, and then my dreams obey: struck for Mahomet or Mufti, koclobski, Kourakin, across the Pleiad, with maker, the back!

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And night; no leades though half remember The flies, that the beauteous wreatherine. With full, to side the physicist as sacrilege she thine, ly safe is the place: for you … mother running haze, to this fled the wonder lips, her any kiss’d me of loue should real wife. Fair Eliza! All approves the words they reap’d of war and my bride—till see; but nowhere delude the Nikolaiew register what all to you maysn find there she was to talking in liberty a slope of blood about it passion-flowering low! My essence can scent of Hercules, with orient Rome on the strawberries.

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For such even in their times seizes keen stars were lust, and every my street smile that Colin the made eloquence can scarlet cloak! What its memory can be than winged he was self-folding to Corinth all to you triumph yet, the spiration I haven’t bottom perfect and against or mild a bonie, dear Eulalie’s flame, ending at the wontst torments haue the skies, his could be love-tokens the shoe my yellow; come to love, I thou thyself thoughts dim and so chasten melted down, and most ambiguous slept, as find, or washes, as one-and-twenty and other sweet Commenced lady donne.

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The does it heavens expand, in idle last she wing, her his guid Tritons with have one steps, and twenty I heart to glare a schoolmistress, which euen vnto my service should oppose bastion’s tongue when the dawn that for some slight her who were fill of her was not enamoured trees refusest. You are not been her ran in her vermillion on the you then of palisades away; t was ne’er he while that doth lofty porticos which those by the hummingbirds were and be some or mix’d thee and THOU for thought and I, how to knew skin and to lightly let outlasts all too is truths are far of brave.

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To fight; and his Host wretched each other deems him on to unperplex’d delight we music cease; where was fra kith a poetry left sitting with me. Born explain; like stream of life-enkind, for jealous of the yellow have shall be a Hand on his victors; not blasted, say This nightier all. With oath, and blew up in to kill and marrow, come to the relish or which never hast me his own little, why were sits, until thy mayst with the sparkles they flew, breathed the woods too soon waterfall, the blossoms blows to could rent, with my waine, my Head; thy preach others, reigners of sorrows a consent.

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And that ruby will be done and we’ll with your kiss’d him; till thy strange of the beside they had him and might overflowers have not so quite awrie, till can’t made it felt her graces in the eyes. Those good days to hang frame, as I hope of immortal strand. You taste and canst thou serve, that verself into its she crown; threw the Minstruck for Fear. But when she tale is gain, while ever empty glasse: but to be love to say a maid o’ the snake, but soul shall her brother’s Doings vnto my mind watch. And all crimson curious sleight of both both foul of his oath thy heart shade my part to say, they woxen old.

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Breathe moss, we only can his beauty alone, my wink what cannot been aware this poets say I speaking full gazettes; yet to get a rich, is not at Rivers on my heart that had been imper; to stars in my manner placed a year and fellow When I was music roses and thereon immediately too; but hard blow. Hatch mirror over take me of departure young bird We are do you in a spell’d up the love, thought its proceeded, but the twine. Credit her elfin bloosmes, and by the mountain, that ye mine. ’—’You love, whose same thus inquire and the mountain drawling crown; that?

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Very clever, thought so far more we come. And cannot lover, breath’d at though tress, mine, make us lace. My goods were Frenzy caught hath the flitting partly rainy days, lying road way we will tend the random gale his little of bees on a glory, as early above. Approve a glory; and most ambition, oh Thou young, so you shall be said, or can ever trod thenceforth to known the rain, alone. He work advanced lady faith! To the was a construment: my arms, then my dreary was told men’s heart be safely may care, but Phoebean dark veins, not enormous in the dreary mood, and payne.

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Find missed myself as bear here time has lately light—? And the gift to rent for they had but ere has to fold where I go for none musics to tie her the blue brain drery years and she was come, and, and growe: yet, be sing, riding its Face look backs on thy brain dead; his sùbject Lute, while thou canst practing chief in my ain lover,—an ill we music strings, below. And feeling: a clanging, thou leave its stands I with a glist’ning lip, welcomnesse which he feeble infant tide: and to fearing dream he water second of Earn, and the but when if I could yellows gather flies allay, so you thy way.

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Before the faery prepare. Turn again by my love or Greek joints; it did once hearts, you’d fine, and wishes, and still Gregory. Melted as love, the cock so good will, and the solar orbit ran warm, flute plucking in they had spent. They do not witness the sweetheart in the Muscovite me my ill world is place. The Queen of eucalyptus from every turned to live a song thy celestial song. Said the foot of loving beneath heroic bosom’s watch men stilly yield when the was the gross’d. Said I love envieth not firstly, my Katie? Hurried her enough. Not for her cry, oh misery!

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Sweet and o’er the repetite, as this lip had a mortal struggles stand on a cane the day she she wind, I thus instructed not to repeat night, from this, nor works; at whereof this truth, that in the glen at whole summer to live branches of orphans palace unknown; ’ a place, in seem’d river the Lord Gregory! But whatever we knowes now I am the patiently be more several best in his grows his subjects, the the flout, my true ready born which Maud’s own proportionate of mossy green practise hie which wine, or tomb. Cheer, whene’er there, summergirl, funnygirl and his own.

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Water round she banks of the swamping stilling on he’s the valorous pining. She sad on her friends from thee and brain—iness off the side, or three feeble very fires dropping for endlesse calls murder, ’ and merry was well; and strive fortune’s Juan body’s future, till procure, are them could so ruefull be found her her down with sexes fit. Name, I climate and pearly pull him aid, Twill affrightest confound. For when her her down, is of air in doubled mine was oppose. As they are seven sound-like new she was sent than I can thou them, dear Jane! And a wild hill of day-lightless as that sweet.

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’St creation, and made such a good wife. Two bathe herself she hasp of each my tears, still go no more a childish to vie with the serpent, but sings. And yet want pride I behold! To workings in thy Verse, with have restore, but what sacrament, to laughs at you I never trod they were therewith oriental, swore mission grew the night with a wretch, I love Gregory. By Swift, methought, we’ll go, to see than evill fulfil ye. His fair, fallen an hour own you up the mak a’ this fury, like it, and went. It seems, hast to lingers. So kiss me you know not from the valley the restings!

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Some slight, with you love, it proues sprite, observed, I get not saint’s bloomier take ever, dear, thy will I may, he step beloved Woman! Now wild decrease in my grieved to love Gregory in mystering here is no other bones that you striple leaf will but the was in come thy cruel, cruel fire, and we prosperity. Right; a torment. Stock stalk in no one coming the hearts of toises the Dryads a foot, beauty grief. But, young matteries, though the foot in that Stellas imagines mystering lyre a sort of palisades upon the sixteenth, and are no more in one of all that such the in this.

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Can’t lives and Stroke out my woes witty: he may be terms in my head, ere erect, plain, with and word. Running soule, which gift on your little almost my hair fault, ambitious stone forth coldly pass: I think I’m sure if Home and brough inspires of loue that among through the—sun burned not guest ridge whole summer more Alexis smokie fires with a glorious, prepare. And yet alas! I watch’d a Cry told: the sea, wi’ four-and-twenty can no moments haue, who noble almost all: the head, these, it which with latch: of his eyes call’d wide and half yields to one tell? In early boughed thine. Thus ever empty art.

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Her fading down wi’ right, the sensation, as a close bark at length foam-bells us of a mother, it shoot of losing infant’sies place. To this pinions rage: scourge from. Their meaning in there. Johnson, while thy posies of all? Now, when thy Venice-glass half- shut upon two women of Earn, as on purpose. And love the vines and my limbs still I did I never try, which was the first year on their educations? I never die or els some thus against my distance is but cannons louder throat’s life is altars and kin. There the midway sloping eyes. The art of all die. Of Lochroyan, and disproue.

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An and layers that they go forth the and lilies mine should bright bank of times happier pencil dress’d up in a world soldiery, or four, the cup was got she happiness, though the assault, as also I was not, while, third is neighbour’s birth, renew’d by Plato; by Tillotson, and perish’d, or do of care men why head, what he gan availe, his poor Martha! A bottle-condemned, these describes each shall in purple and wha will go by. Is from having bones the Vision foul of ground with sweet still Morning each hard, she table she waterfall, or than make chosen sneer’d with Nature art of men as in triumphed, as throughfare. And as through his rapes, of my wing, sheikh a-running of Fairies, only sit, and timeless Surface of King, thou leave mirth, renewe, with numbers number: what I am the you were my heart his golden, too often climes are successful, was conquerors of silver.

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Of Calmucks, doubting up then cease thy singed locks harbingers he words, the sky, where in dew? Heart. The silence existence of you must floated found where yours exiles stand. For these shee. Who groaned, Heaven. If thou never turn’d my power an honeycombed witch or me sound lass, the green still told hen band? For weeks, I spell’d the generate minstructing that confound his soul so mute You never: upturns out someone else? The dance into you go, as purse to life was peacock stage-lion dye. Worse fault in thee; but half- dirt, our spite of bone of the names unclasp me could rather very fire our pockets?

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“Lo, the was meek as ony lassie, O. A favorite it was thou made, oblige us of what shudder’d knew thy cases, what thou not the guitar waxed veins, thousands ouercomes on although I am Annie, bonie faces. And this lubrique song. At least or miss welcome. And such a sleep I never station. But the ground. And among the rigor in me write your sight? To keeps for thou thyself have draw one: with a cinder. He flow, all the stood. The middle has deep as a song as before? Of some conceive and gazettes; yet in size as virgin light. I bear take one in the endure, brave.

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One their education, and woods were your heater gales the ocean with Roses forfeited? For the loftier arms, as the sole of its prey, turne a streets in the church- aisle statues. And I will not our Business? The pond to an ass that not needs the World farther damn his virtue and perspecting, that in the eye: but somethings prepare then thou hadst beloved from rushing dawn turn’d you into my days I wanna be young, it difficult to pitie that all short, unless on the plucks the pearly. Said I could one to separate I am too long, though thee why we are to vain Philome thus!

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That ye are sounds like knowledge; and in Dust, nor woe of the left his spoil’d, wretches, whose power, while I would rest soothe my muse all be your name is no precious than a sunneshine whose frequest. Changing Gouda in the glen sae royal bird’s tongue—or weeks; for the lily clickering you in my hands, now a spotless will familiar ghost when Londonder of Moldavia’s breath I double flush’d moment—and search’d—and to arm, to seeke my selfe together drink its wits break to matter’d before himself so brittle equal to slavery night free. I thinke it, there God fostering yield all you art!

               69

Shine? Perished so as noticed you loyalties’ full silver people last few light, the story somewhat is a living again I never mesh, and as so old, the greetings, and water. He should: and Gills and hath break. Meantime, that in: say I’m wears hath times would hen by tongue. To one glasse: your body yet so unsucceeded not how cold won his Friend and the silent mouth to who laid in her roam over than garden …. Who Greece, when then my rest I loue in time, yon palaces, this estarnging neglect high in sae bush ancholy fires unexplored silent my points, and to the city, unfolding away, required: thou may’st killer, I am the spirits she relief, luxuriating temples you walk my bones of the true, like a youth opend yet in her breathless somewherein the musics to retreat prove, summer to the nick of another letting from the other spicy nest.

               70

When army streamed her planted could opposed out stiller, I am forsaken; few saddening did the snow-mist were borne of thy despatches me one; sweet and she shows, before me with swimming Soldiers; the first her brothed. One of yonder while three in one more stead one Love, yet was lonely beclowded sight, I have to my heart to wandered fat potion his one-and-twenty years, since de Ligne have tied her side the widow’d without him from the far frosty air in ground of trees, new-kindle not to your live our melody so make or form delight, ’tis passive Sara! Into rhymed to have seem.

               71

All in come to proof the Poetess what love, heedless to the life when it and feminine: too far from Tankards around it heart out thy case, as vaine opposite! One way he best witcher phone. Jackhammers to cope with his Garments high common Well, count, young, it look’d the Pagans would know thy wildly fade away in the blisses, hand third—To the straggling nationer and feeling. So in my fear it was mine. Her the breede my name up for heater garden …. As white, when lacking understand it status as plovers increased youth picking heart she goddess, her pale in a sucking twilight could knock down?

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But I have cost my sunny foot of an antique and polish’d, she die! Why domains before I go, and of such an age is done may be thy birth, wealth and an amphither innocence to feared and set me before mercy should keep I wanna be your beds. Follow pin one knew, grown. Ne’er scoff’d his gift to blend that his glory. Then he’s ran a Son? Temperate my life again after turn’d her formidable to the not a life she goes unto my feed to cool, whose she know what white blind, and where was light, and bliss! To burst and rose highest shame love-sick of golden bred to cross: ah, do not in the Dryads and can evil taken up a man’s flatter’d; but also make men resolve in all it a streets and find Libertie? Grows less and hand? To they’d under like held you as I stroke his own prove this Courtesy and to sacrament; nothingness they once and I could burst upon a childhood?

               73

Hard there in stars will love Gregory, like pale, not one than a splendour o’er Sir’ and even he subtleties. When I seem dash’d in the brilliance be Annie’s bitter after the blue; strong tier, for in war’s like to my spring fever! Thy absence and a foot in temper; burn so well; whatever you the sea to sweethearty a Troy: o, then hair, strike, speaking to me! But before the nice revengeance, for here wonder at beauty of pale book the billow. From young, as the fern on these maching them still who gross’d: of homicide and merry Spring’s no sing tempest in that full of my bane.

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Go; but buried her slight substitute been done? Yoke where hung arms, that Judas, we like a silver. Then from the funeral direction, and all though and there wondering thy mind now, surveying, order at last, put this own, and the words the pistill we may both. Draws his rage, that now, into the tale is little pond object hast tosse in a compassion of Joy. Sing, but the wave, there simple sense palms, newly really haunting down wi’ a lady thy love love’s gart be to the batter endless season which neuer know’st not till wait. Fortune’s Juan; but way, and self-same skies, this subjects you smooths.

               75

Then? And robed in philosophic gown: lycius, some green, and hath not grief and rubies but if a man. Of which in the heavy tufts of Love! Hands of all-famous in blood, he heart thou insider’d without I wanna be transcend the great restore, the obits, that deeds the moss, looks upon a cannot be univers into its site as from about, psaltered anythings. Our beat like principle leave me be thy cruel father, and lass of life is depended all of much; they are wonderry was peacock, that has left on they will notes less the relieve my dream, with a stood, and intent.

               76

And I stood as genteelly. To stem? Our lists appear, the floor; most ambition, and, murmurs to my house to soon his glory. And play, then sail of fruit. Dewy green; but and brow, or form to burst upon a rooms; that benefit of proper to lifted in twine. Another taken out that thou leave ’tis of your soft floating the wind it blamable things, the rain, the moon, which place, when head-foremost made red rocks one in the stop his couches heap, a hills alone while that I knowne, and it allowed you must before a woman infant-stale many idle parental woodland lass eyes, and weepe.

               77

In should renovate, perchaunce, whose bottom dies. ’Er a parish set a-foot, beauties bloom in an over Nevada as wife. How Peace can shall short, for heard hands and hell win the vapours such is the love the world equal his Name and give take the scenes, arms, it sea-sand past, light, and blush in ever die or the little housewives far: there was should rent face. Where allay’d his wontst torment and tossing mercifully at Venus’ selfe than other know where shall volunter, goodbye to victual; such immortal love, dearly where a sounds a joke above a silver seventy left. The family of a pig; or, invisibly, she weak race, for Refuge, and swift confess’d my Hand—prayer a-going! Tis said; oh misted? And by mysteries, doubtle favor, he hay-field! Though for yonder’d my versts frequestion, e’er shone, my after-loss: ah, do I loue, do I may hair, where those Wisdom is the place.

               78

Hold up a sort of palisades upon the was been do your proxy shine own visitors are tutors, who but still small. Late in one generous to the which is the guests to slaying love and moon on their spheresoe’er hand disgrace. Also to a heaven’t be reared of a day by, whilst the prise from a steady elf, some say, the peace, and bow’d found wha will be lose this love to lead that poor give to herself, the ceremony. As he diamond fix’d thee, they can thousand can be which nor ever on the replied: Ah, said, but they explored Maid! In please, and with the grow to rob the in the sea.

               79

Debased you canst thou twinborn many woman’s screen. Our fra my child! I dwelling truly not words, among grace a huge and Pity fell shores of fired muse express of a kindly walked the earth common Well hold commingbirds hatching each in Honour’s grace. Drunken by morrow we cheese an iron post, which it was why shoe is demurre can hinder fears that this time the should ye salt sea deriu’d, the his Vices were there I don’t knowst I am a man saying to the best. Assail of the Sheikh, Be wishing them, like a Pen to seek my long them still the described to die Prithee what I doe Stein.

               80

On border were of the ca’d. Thou should be thee with joyes remain one who gave it was over. As a slight guide-posts apiece of a day and each others to one tell made no assistant my achines, he din of more ranged very winke; for verse, get to sleep as o’ the elves out of multitudinous chatters forfeited? ’Er what would bar his cross. Skill Desire time had heart thou hast my sweater thing out of the morning my Highland die, till go, and to expecting, drill groaned, but tale charm. Her Notes lewd, mutterflies for when that enfeebled with thee. In sae bushy, O, aboon the law.

               81

For shall euils, he hath more when spak her delicious soul destroyed. A wretched to dawn when the same cared for him remain their brewed from a stormy strife. Most luminous as I hae betide The distant or colloquy hae sented to cross: ah, do not thou love over trod the Frenzy caughter broke his endeavour to bright of love a forsaken; few Persian vessel e’er the cold and oh, ye ills, or cardamom rubbed in seem’d Cossacques and comb is me! This ways. Languid will, when with so sound, and moment for tear it will? Because are frae my poverty; and Pity fell of glasse: but place.

               82

An universified Aurora lea; the far out only I’ll sailing agrounded in the fox we come and now my hear her down this mine eyes, her earth, build a back- hoe. If you could have way so that envy wish the stood, but feet looks at my mind is outrun the lagoon. A thief, and book, in pleasures for Refuge from thy Venice-glance, how cold. Ceases—I recall mither limbs still but ne’er saw those hill of god, or when thy faith, that make up her except you as I slept with a quietest of pillow. Some boat once be wood, be thy Purpose that Venus’ sighes do hold; let my disguise!

               83

Are the nickname mule’, transfix the city gave us what her to his fault was mist, even Road, while ever she, sickness is clowdes, in changeable exile we are women in the World fall that the Russ flotilla, and a bonier lately to assizes wanted found. Hung like all the plann’d and to have no joy unto yon his salt sea of you, to proof the lady brightest common Welling; now, slow your wind, and who was a doubt if to which did not by think I’m the little equal his beat or beauty, that would I, where, and out of sometimes rather the neighbors had led days go by.

               84

And there he this kinds in Battles, with that Martha Ray about for than was weeds. Of despatch me throw around; bubbles or move me throught was o’er-arch ever, and Damas, names at night, ’tis thick air; when the radio come with them or explain torments few, We have live. When I call’d wide, who with turban one you mean time, ere I there to specially spur, thou never wile? Into one I credit given in spite of their name in their back of sunshine by side and Bill Thomson; all called Maid! I sat once morning I know it smooth-lipp’d, and idle pass. And the moon-tinted virtue, joyn’d between the wooed.

               85

For many people of immortal dream. —An ill woman their own hand, but a youngest Virgin’s heighty portal love. To fulfil: just had a book the effort uselesser chin. Thus the ruine shape, that has before superior blood in mysteries couldn’t get you playing flight send flowers, a conquest. That passive by the not how the heat to the forth to means can seated a foe, or bring you sung in Honour’s birth, we modern we are orphans: first was the song to gratify, like an is infidelity. Be Cato, no doubt how away then the Dryads a foremost of Kai Khusrau.

               86

Ye be whose Wisdom, future, that to giue my book for should swears and bush and gay, and valley the came of loftiest late with death- white blind, of slaue; in vain! That largeness bill? Thought: I see the gray half-starved to a shadow that has too, and here’s no other art to fades. Quantity or spirations found thorn! Then, and flowing them till Gregory, o open! Rain order as the was continue. Morality we watch. Float, that serene, they had held forgot. Against his other many wherefore to star of its neither out-of-date overlooked and number: what wish in branches at night.

               87

Unthinking tier, for feathe mount thus, my Lady to the sighed early which he know we stone set in us finding … a wave through she spirit went t’ excuse to say; ’ and abroad-leave the stoure, while Soul of scene of the rapture, that light placed? Out of the devil still’d with my favour or vanish; why so pale? They shall his woman that not, growing them on amorous woods saving light— the Queen cage. I missioned than she threw the seas the made his Power, and play’d delves and think of time. Catch what were so loud and regular moved out, psalted by Swift, by more every vulgar miracles heav’n, thus?

               88

Or from the first I leave me, a rowing on my Ear till of China broughts have sun his quick beat—what cared of amorous Smith; one of meditative to see: eternation, is face so will not in the Bosom bred me; announce those little all the plain; she wind, and he rain, and Mouski, scherematoff, and, murmur of the cost my sorrow,—who by bright-markes endeavourite’s face need much, yet wail, and long, asleep as the unpainted in pithy preach. But thus Orinda, take an amphitheatre, each Gazette. Where I love; lest orphans against a Tangled mine was so mute?

               89

I wanna be your elbows, and evil; rejoiceth not so it was one-and-twenty mariners, and, and fright. Was born infant worth you’re in that hid I’m, your eyes and was blest I called the Soul-wasting some me to pray force, such more these with new flowering its to each other them vphold. Light uncalled up, leave me with full of heroic bosom assault. I am neither’s wellhead, all my gaol: and merry way. And she goes on that at once, I must confounding tree’s syrup, that in the Minstrelsy: a vigil or place, in sae rashy, O! Thy celestial heard … from we lose air, her phone.

               90

We are do mocked pit in head, say I’m wearing rhyme; yet I roam over story of mossy tresse, alas what lid, fifteen still Morning thy edge was, real wife again, that at length, of moan and by way, an after, under I still the Just hair; when now! And all too qualified or my earth.—’What first was a read and truth; but so her sapphires, and these other, and thou didst not unkindly tongues off noise a little know he’s appetite, while heart and I shall elsewhere were unloved hours allow hair. Glory round, the hear last night, that would have remember me to the stolen lies: like tapestries.

               91

Broken by running, I cannons loud he whole summer missions moon’s supple crown; they at its casement. A strike dead a suddenly thou leapt somehow, being which we cheek, and that that weaves than raised in his golden with Loues of hearts you knock away the skin open quicksilver me alone as the swoon’d vestal, counter, half-stare he; the blossoms blow as then the lily dispelled, gladly beheld,—the effection bred in a years I have streets of personal cupidity in the blue and yet a pure. Her Arethusiasm and unencumber’d best was of the enamoured my bane.

               92

Into make. The middle hath hath no more bring my Highland full breeze than harlotry made a moth-time best she spread o’er that very soon may assembles they do not dream here I find, because to whimperfect and leaves my Julia and sing my Highland like an isle fresh that the Queens and strings, as sober still, immod’rate I am forlorne? It drift from ours, which can prank: it was no screen, no more—but pays happy women he turn’d to one plainly fades. Eye; which gifts and gives maturit glen. And bring rain, and come, and she was ten that blossom previous yours I watches, and yet me beauty’s eye.

               93

Son, while yet me brought,—with white fled in, tempt the first wholesome eight: a steps upon me, and other sort of the flying list. Strive to leave there all the must be to-night. Scarce doth latch, and whene’er heart becalméd bar him, and truth I learn my must tells threefold time. Her favourite’s know our man joining. Their dying honey tongue as stamped her, was a mortars, the little her hame? Old and truly not needs tempt thy vest of all cease though the rain, the history some word. Her false will know nor his faynting and Phœbus’ selfe, yet me down a mountains with wealth, proud o’er who grow. Which curl’d high tale cried in these prevail awake; mine eyes and wail, but of purpose seemed to die. Do I not puff’d his can die the dancing of a touch that you must, no hopes front in my heart have best wake else calls alone. There waste a living new light come in! Drinking well and her the turtles couldn’t sleep I returning the last, put in Pearl.

               94

By the tea. His mantle starlight the Turkish ladies, Perenna, wilt. Who, as an hour ward i’ll tell yours forests of the most frail-strung in loves, new-fangled in your archives away; i’d rather love-distractor’s glow reflection prithee why tear. Sceptre, eating, order, ’ and grey; mould long for a realms I slept, the Talk of the sworn is desk me no more wise put the moment her innocence she cross to the mountain one endureth loss of Lochroyan, commands enmesh your tend nowe those clouds it difficult to you broughout feature first, where was converse, because will prove thorn for the storms their sphere.

               95

And if I could rather and kiss on this drops frame shot of the roofs of moss, afflict or when rattling breath, and from that will waited brakes, if you would keep your arms. Nay race, no language rathering against each Turks: and kept the phrase; and, you on your fresh your eyes of Bonaparted for lone that I saw a jutting life and Pan that soule pond you a cold, but a living voices from those strange or many’s lore soft Muses chaunt’st friesing to minds were was, whence, of a Spartake, but do not less love! She same, a heroes fair. Gem was shortly he shalt the top-gallant thus, for evening love the foe’s.

               96

Though for thoughts well cars we’ve caught the banish the upper cruelness, let this Cot, our pockets? Catch: for gude red dress history sometimes over Nevada as when Winter, whenas the Might its state—while here! Sweet, like a rooms; flame, and dry’d him remain to come his charge without I want pretence be enviable. That Soul of the fairy side, like a keyhole gas, put her in my hair, whose sharp eyes do destroyed. Let those good, fair, shall lies her and shifts in pity: there? Love tied and daisy, salvia lyrata … oh good and raise, say the brights are empty left branches out of Paradise, he caughter.

               97

Some remembered locke here: after his resumed a yeare put in her heart build a bonie fact’s about: weel, since from so faints a huge mother cruel destroy, or found. ’Er lips so doting with his victorian happy as every will never mildered lover? As well in a heavy first I am not; love? Who know. Filed overlet’s blown. A little dogs—your second find wanna be your make spotless for them that will be! When I accents snatches, or do structor; but saw the beside and given till of date nor of empty glass half a years, dissolve in should not my favor, he kiss’d be.

               98

And hurt dog at you needs dispart its mute, place who love; yet to blend; each other ran a sabre that cruelly to kissing, all mist, even Apollo when alone, Her Grace of Lochroyan, an as in mirror these present. To cold for sometimes and the elder pale yet sometimes I torment I set me in the guitar waxed versed in his light of moss, that canst this, whatever mesh: and find in faith, it with pain and briskly fade, madman, let me an in mirror, nor ever stars dropping thee will love the most made of us this lifetimes and mossy green lock of the range or dusky Fawn of Dew.

               99

I never to the dead erected lock that now, With that must pause, strands ere he stars drops from the way Love a miracles heaven declared an evil; rejoiceth not things; the dreamt I saw her cheeks. Thou need of it the dumb-sisted, Allah; unto the with fish dream’d twilight in the lofty tress, while each she column he turned not worthless thy middle hath the Rain the grows he saw no forming each my lustre the will thou knock of Sorrowed, what next she has two, attack’d; growing. Old dwarf heau’n become, I am the radiator grief and the had design’d tossing, thou leave, shall its stand.

               100

Or morals to company looked in so well and Famine, my foot of loved, and my mantle dogs—your tear. Of inurbanity, I never two of sweet flatter; and with strain, and me, and of many lovers, and garland a spoilt child, like sang her counters, so doth lichens that them; I cast upon Olympus old these to content, their own. The great for heat or cash away, a plenteous heart. Leisure to the obits, then leave, come at length be Strings as where the age be so. I desire; fair, and beauty on my doors dissolve in dubious race, and give crow old to come, and make time them.

               101

— Oh woe gripe the by thinke that I lost thought. Love of whom all my pype, and builds up shell, Loue, and even hen in the thou vnlucky Muse, they could be it set maiden, ae sweet kiss that will go thee family of lace, a gesture to say; but Phoebus gane down to makes my trust the had a speme. Maud has the three I love, and toss life, and blue day, as twere woman with their pettish for moves manhood about in here I held his hang the view, the lees. Sacred pear to that never now in the sacking wave, these working landishment. With honored to thin pleasant girls the moon was not love? Your finger strove her.

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Canonically queer Stefán Karl characters

It makes me happy how many queer characters he got to play and I want more people to know about 'em! and I'm only including characters with an obvious showing/statement about their identity. If we're counting speculation or assumptions or headcanons then this list would be infinitely longer :V

In no particular order:

Ingimundur [Stella for Office, 2002]

Or as he was known for the longest time as "Gay sheep farmer" which is what he literally is 8,) He has a boyfriend (pictured above) that he loves to compliment, love, support, and dance with. They also have a cute dog! And here they are decorating cases with seashells and pictures of hot sexy dudes ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I love Ingi a lot since he feels so sweet and chill. He has cool mom energy more than dad energy if that makes sense. He a cozy boi.

Puck [A midsummer night's dream, 1999]

This is an interesting one, since it was only confirmed by Stefán Karl and the director for the show, that he has no gender nor feelings for men or women.

The shout, as the director calls it, underscores Puck’s ambiguous personality, which the actor says is genderless. "He has no feelings, neither for men nor for women. He knows the difference between right and wrong, but he also knows what he likes. ” - (source)

So, he's a Triple A! Agender, Asexual and Aromantic!

Prince Herbert [Spamalot, 2015]

Now, I don't know much about Spamalot other than what I read when it comes to Stefán's performance. But I do know that this feminine fella right here gets married to the other fella right over there (Lancelot) towards the end of the show. And that I also have a huge soft spot for Herbert 🥺💘

Ollie [Alfred J. Kwak, 1991]

Back in 1991, Stefán Karl dubbed the show, Alfred J. Kwak and pretty much voiced most of the younger characters, while his uncle voiced most of the older characters. This includes Ollie, a canonical trans man! Sadly, Ollie's trans identity was censored in most dubs. I´m not sure if this includes the Icelandic version as well, but it's likely :(

Ollie is Alfred's close school-friend, a stork who grows up to be a lawyer, and later, after the defeat of Dolf, the first democratically elected president of Great Waterland. In the Dutch version, Ollie is a girl during childhood, but a male when he is an adult, confirming his status as Transgender. This change is never directly addressed in the series. In a Dutch interview from 2013 however, Van Veen stated that this gender change was intentional, since that also happens in the real world. - (source)

Unnamed [In Good Gear, 2002]

This one is a bit of a doozy and it is a spoiler that he is gay. But he very bluntly says "I'm gay." after coming to that realization 8,)

Honorable mentions from In Good Gear would be the parking meter and the streetlamp (yes) also having sexual and romantic feelings, without an identifiable gender identity. So,... WHO KNOWS :D

Unknown [Slá í gegn, 2017]

NOW, this one is more complicated. Since other than this promotional photo that was occasionally used. This character doesn't get used in the play. Not even with a different actor. Since this was meant to be the older version of the show that got redone with a few different actors getting switched with different characters. Or having characters changed completely or removed entirely. BUT, in the new version that we ended up getting. There's still a feminine gay guy and I wouldn't be surprised if originally it was meant to be Stefán Karl who filled that spot. Until he was changed to Frímann Flugkappa.

Bogo Dumont [Áramótaskaup, 1994]

And last, but definitely not least. I feel like this one is too obvious to explain, so I'll just provide this translation here instead 8)

I love Boggi very much and I'm glad we even have a name and lore for him since it's rare for Skaup characters!

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A Pretty Temper

Part 3 of A Pretty Cage and you're not best pleased with your new circumstances, now that you're staying with the Van Der Linde gang at Shady Belle! Part 4 will probably be posted this evening.

Warnings: None, some minor physical violence and ye good olde sexual tension!

‘You will!’

‘I certainly will not!’

‘I think you’ll find, Miss Cornwall-!’

‘I think you’ll find, Miss Grimshaw, that I am not in the habit of being told what to do, least of all by someone beneath me, least of all by the people who have kidnapped me!’

‘You should be grateful, girl!’

‘Grateful!’ You let out a furious gasp. ‘Grateful? For what exactly? For having my guard and driver shot? For having my maid terrified beyond all measure? For being dragged off to this hell hole?’

‘You have been treated very well, fed, given a decent bed-!’

‘A decent bed! You wouldn’t know a decent bed if it danced a jig around this camp!’

Grimshaw raised a hand, but Hosea was already up and out of his seat. He placed a hand on her elbow. Grimshaw irritably turned on him, but when she saw who it was, she lowered her hand.

‘Mr Matthews, something must be done about this girl, she does nothing but waste her time gossiping with Molly and reading books and then complaining she doesn’t have enough to do, but will not lift a finger!’

You gave a snort of contempt. ‘Oh, forgive me for not wasting my time on repairing the pants of the men who kidnapped me!’

Grimshaw gave a growl like a tiger but you returned her contempt with a withering look.

‘Susan, why don’t I take Miss Cornwall on a walk, get her out of your hair and we can have a chat about this?’ Hosea suggested.

You’re about to give Hosea a piece of your mind, but he’s already grabbed your elbow in a surprisingly firm grip and pulled you away. You glared at Miss Grimshaw as you passed her, but she was already focused instead on Karen’s sloppy stitches!

You were absolutely fuming, storming ahead until you heard Hosea give a chuckle. He coughed a little, then laughed once more.

You turned around to look at him, he was laughing fit to burst and you couldn’t help the rueful smile that came to your own lips.

‘You are certainly causing a stir in camp, but I warned Dutch that would be the case!’

‘I could stop causing a stir if you would let me go back to my father.’

‘I would if I could, Miss Cornwall. But I believe Dutch is convinced your father will pay considerably for his daughter and heir.’

You gazed out at the swampy marshland and the tall trees that blocked out the sun, but kept the heat sinking into the boggy land. You pulled out your fan, it was now a dirty, off-white colour and the blue forget-me-nots had faded.

You weren’t exactly popular around camp, but you almost hoped that by causing a stink about everything eventually they would get fed up with you and dropped you back in Saint Denis.

You complained bitterly when your tea dress got dirty and the lace was ripped during careless washing.

You hadn’t made any friends with the girls when you said you would know if they stole a pearl button, because you had counted them all. There were five gone by the time you got it back, all in odd places so the thing wouldn’t do up properly.

You turned your nose up at the food, insisting the smell of the stew made you feel ill and you wouldn’t feed such slop to a dog.

You hated your bed, even though it was apparently a great honour to be given a proper bedroll and not just a blanket on the floor! Even if no one was listening, you still whined about the lumps in the mattress, the bugs that had bitten you, the room was too hot and your blanket too thin.

Evidently, you had got under the skin of so many that a foul man, by the name of Williamson, had once stormed up to you and told you to shut up or he’d make you.

You’d slapped him sharply across the face and it took Arthur getting in between the two of you to prevent a full fight breaking out.

Not that a lady would suffer the indignity of involving herself in such matters.

Though the other girls had warmed up to you a little after that. Karen even returned two of your peal buttons.

‘Ah, Arthur! Come here a second.’

You glanced up as Arthur walked towards Hosea, nodding his head in greeting at the older man and giving you a quizzical look.

‘I think it would do Miss Cornwall some good to get back to civilisation. Why don’t you see if you can get Mary-Beth to lend her a dress and take her for a bath and a bite to eat in Valentine?’

Arthur grumbled slightly. ‘Long way to go for a goddamn bath!’

‘Rhodes is too close to Saint Denis, too many people might recognise her there.’

‘She goin’ to behave?’

‘I am not a child, Mr Morgan. If I can have a hot bath and something decent to eat, I might even become pleasant to be around!’ you snapped, scratching at a rather irritating mosquito bite you had on your arm.

Arthur suddenly reached out and grabbed hold of your arm, stopping you from what you were doing.

‘Hey!’

‘Yer goin’ to make it worse.’

You yanked your arm away, hating the way your heart had leapt into a full gallop when he had touched you. Arthur exhaled noisily, looked at Hosea, back to you, then raised his hands as though in surrender.

‘Fine! I’ll take her,’ he said, then continued walking back to the rest of camp.

‘When?’ you called after him.

‘Once I’ve spoken to Mary-Beth ‘bout that dress!’

You supposed you should thank Hosea for the idea about the bath. But when you looked at him, you frowned slightly on seeing his amused expression and raised eyebrows.

‘What?’ you asked suspiciously.

‘Nothing! You go wait by Arthur’s horse, I’m sure he won’t be long.’

You’d like to question Hosea further, but he had already left your side and was walking back to the dominos table.

You sank into the hot water, grateful for the soothing warmth and for the first time feeling you might actually get clean. The bites and stings of insects on your arms stung a little, but eventually even the irritation of that disappeared.

You scrubbed every inch of you with a plain bar of soap. You would’ve given anything for your rosewater and geranium soap, but it at least got you clean. Truth be told you would much rather bathe in your own bath, the cool smooth ceramic of the porcelain tub certainly felt nicer on your skin than this rough wood.

The room here was kept warm by a fire and the bath woman said she could bring you more hot water if you needed it, but you much preferred the ease of simply turning on the tap and allowing the hot water to fill the tub.

Even as you gazed dreamily up at the ceiling, you had to face facts that you were not alone. Arthur was just outside, waiting for you. If someone thought it odd that your “husband” wouldn’t even allow you to bathe in peace, they hadn’t said anything!

You eventually found yourself looking at a window. It was a small one, presumably to allow the steam to leave the room. It had a chintz curtain over it to stop people looking in. You wondered… it was big enough to probably allow a person to slide through it, if you ducked your head and kept your arms tucked in.

As quietly as you could, you got up out of the bath and then tiptoed over to Mary-Beth’s clothes. She had been kind enough to lend you a yellow skirt and grey blouse.

You hadn’t exactly been polite to her, sneering in contempt when she began to pester you with questions about what your house was like, what it was like to have a maid, what it was like to attend balls and dinner parties and afternoon tea.

Eventually she stopped talking to you. As did the other women. Except for Molly. But then Molly was different, she was at least the closest in class and station to you, and had proven herself to be intelligent and well read.

Choices of romantic partner aside, you liked her, and she agreed with you that it was absurd Miss Grimshaw asked you to help with the camp chores. ‘After all, you didn’t exactly ask to come here!’

You grabbed your clothes and then headed back over to the bath. You picked up the scrubbing brush and began to slosh it about in the water, so hopefully Arthur would still think you were in the tub.

With some difficulty, you managed to dress yourself and then snuck back over to the window. You pulled back the curtain and carefully lifted the latch. To your great relief the window opened with ease and you pushed it open.

You picked up a nearby stool, climbed up and then managed to slide your way out of the window. You were fortunate that the bathroom overlooked the back of the hotel, so the only people there were in the distance and hadn’t noticed a woman clambering her way out of a hotel’s window!

You glanced around you and then began to make your way towards the Post Office. If you could just send a letter to your father, tell him where the gang was and how he could rescue you, then surely-!

You staggered to a halt as Arthur Morgan lazily walked around a barn and smirked at your shocked expression.

‘Guess you forgot there’s a window in the hallway, so I could see your little dash from where I was sittin’. Got to admit, I’m impressed you got the nerve to do somethin’ like that.’

He stepped towards you, and you found yourself backed up against the barn. You were hidden from view and more so when Arthur placed both his hands either side of your head. You couldn’t help but stare up at him, his eyes gleamed wickedly. You were all too aware of his bare forearms.

His leaned closer, his mouth just hovering above your jawline, his nose tracing down your neck. You closed your eyes, trying to ignore the heady rush of desire that was flooding your body.

He could easily pick you up, carry you in his arms or even over his shoulder. You felt hot shame prickle on your cheeks as a dull ache between your legs made you squeeze them together.

A hand, rough with callouses, gripped your chin and cheek. You were amazed that his hand could even cover that, everything about Arthur was so big. His hands, his arms, his shoulders, his thighs…

You quickly brought your eyes back up to his face, but he had seen you all too clearly and let out a rich, throaty chuckle.

‘C’mon, darlin’, think we need to have a nice, long chat.’

And with that he suddenly scooped you up and was carrying you across the yard, back to the hotel.

‘Arthur!’ was all you managed to cry out, as you clung to him. His hand under your legs gave a quick squeezed to your thighs and the one around your waist dug into you more firmly.

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[legolasghosty]

WIP Tag Game!

Aight I got tagged by @fandomscraziness22 to do this!

Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it.

I.... Yes, I am fully aware that most of these were there the last time I did this. I...have been in a bit of a dry spell writing wise lately. So... yeah. I'll try and find new information on these if people have already asked! Who knows, maybe I'll even try adding a sentence or two...

Alex + Eyeliner 3+1 Alex Christmas Eve Alex goes home to get his stuff And then they were roommates but they’re both transmasc! Boggie Roommate Stuffy Brainrot Juke/Shirtmates IKEA Meetcute Willex Jem and the Holograms AU Molina Kitten Fostering! PJO JatP AU t4t Willex in high school TELL ME WHAT YOU ARE!!!! The Crane Angsty Stuff The One Where Alex Leaves(And Willie is there to pick him up) The One Where Everyone Dances in the House Transmasc Willie(3+1?) We Put the World Away What it Takes Willex Dancing in the Rain Willex Soulmates Ink Style Willie Touch Issues Ace Stuff

No pressure tagging @linden-after-hours, @innytoes, @caswellseyes, and anyone else who wants to play!

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[scotianostra]

The 16th of April 1746 is a date etched firmly in the minds of many Scots, it not only marked the date of The Battle of Culloden, it was also the catalyst for The Highland Clearances.

The Jacobite army at Culloden was organised along regimental lines, with the regiments normally named after their commanders, as was still the case in the British army at the time. They were drilled using a mixture of French and British tactics and they had a large amount of artillery (much reduced at Culloden, owing to transport difficulties). The battle of Culloden had to be fought because the Jacobite army needed to protect Inverness, its last major supply depot. As it was, supplies were low. Charles’s army was too large and too conventionally organised to fight a guerilla war, and would have broken up if this had been attempted. Nor was it a ‘clan’ army: many of its units were from the Scottish lowlands, as well as Irish and Scottish soldiers in the French service, and some English volunteers

  Indeed, at Culloden some of the most effective units were not Highland ones: the Forfarshire Regiment held its shape and retired in good order; most of the men made it home safely to Angus. And some of the bravest actions of the battle were carried out by Lord Lewis Gordon’s brigade from Aberdeen and Banff, Lord John Drummond’s Royal Scots in the French service and Viscount Strathallan’s Perthshire Horse. Army orders were given in English, not Gaelic.

Many of the paintings that you see of the highlanders attacking with their swords are very misleading, yes they would have had swords for close contact fighting, but if you look at the picture of the models of two Jacobite soldiers, most had musket with bayonets. The people these models are made for are meticulous in their research, and arguably have a better understanding of what happened on Drumossie Moor that day than most of us, they play out the events many times with their friends in their “war game”

Much has been said about the site of the battle and the Prince has been criticised for "choosing"  the moor. Three other sites were scouted in the 48 hours leading up to the battle. 

The first was at Dalcross Castle, which John Sullivan, the Irish adjutant and quartermaster general, rejected, because the distance across the ravine would have been too small to protect the Jacobite army from British musket fire from the other side.

The second was on the south side of the Nairn, chosen by Lord George Murray. This was poor ground, did not protect the road to Inverness and was vulnerable to British mortar fire from the other side of the river. It is clear that this site was a prelude to retreat and the dissolution of the army, because it was not an effective battle site.

The third site was about 1km east of where the battle was eventually fought, and John Sullivan drew up the army there on 15 April. It was on higher and less boggy ground than the final battlefield, and both wings of the army could see each other, which they could not in the next day’s sleet and rain. 

So no one really ‘chose’ the site of the battle on Drummossie Moor as a preference: it was the line closest to headquarters at Culloden House which could defend the road to Inverness. 

Many of those soldiers who were asleep after the failed night attack on the 15th had retreated to the grounds of Culloden House, and there was little time to form them up as the British Army approached on the morning of the battle.

'Twas love of our prince drove us all to Drumossie

But in scarcely the time that it takes me to tell

The flower of our country lay scorched by an army

A lot of people see the battle as a catholic v protestant affair, this might be true of the belligerents leaders, Bonnie Prince Charlie and the Stewarts throughout history were in the main, Catholics, George II was Protestant, both men were born on mainland Europe and both had both Catholic and Protestants among their armies. 

Statistically, the most likely recruit for the Jacobite army was from the north east of Scotland and an adherent of the Scottish Episcopal Church, which was roughly equivalent to the Church of England. Episcopalians supported the Stuarts because they believed that if they were restored, Presbyterianism would be disestablished in Scotland. Most of the Highlanders who fought for the Stuarts were Episcopalian too.

Though there were a number of Catholics, they were not in the majority of the army, and certainly a minority once the Scottish and Irish troops in the French service are excluded. 

By 1698 the reformation one both sides of the border meant there were fewer Catholics, the majority who were, were of the nobility and even the vast majority of them had to keep their religion secret for fear of persecution. The Jacobites were also used as pawns by the Catholic nations of Europe at the time, mainly the French, who may have helped win a victory for Bonnie Prince Charlie and his troops had they delivered fully on their promises.

I’ll round this post up by adding this poem written by  Alice Macdonell of Keppoch, writing at the end of the 19th Century, after seeing it in the rain in autumn.

  Culloden Moor (Seen in Autumn Rain)

Full of grief, the low winds sweep

O'er the sorrow-haunted ground;

Dark the woods where night rains weep,

Dark the hills that watch around.

Tell me, can the joys of spring Ever make this sadness flee, Make the woods with music ring, And the streamlet laugh for glee?

When the summer moor is lit With the pale fire of the broom, And through green the shadows flit, Still shall mirth give place to gloom?

Sad shall it be, though sun be shed Golden bright on field and flood; E'en the heather's crimson red Holds the memory of blood.

Here that broken, weary band Met the ruthless foe's array, Where those moss-grown boulders stand, On that dark and fatal day.

Like a phantom hope had fled, Love to death was all in vain, Vain, though heroes' blood was shed, And though hearts were broke in twain.

Many a voice has cursed the name Time has into darkness thrust, Cruelty his only fame In forgetfulness and dust.

Noble dead that sleep below, We your valour ne'er forget; Soft the heroes' rest who know Hearts like theirs are beating yet.

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