#he was my mother’s cousin/sort of foster brother for a while and god is this emotionally complicated for all involved

[james-vi-stan-blog]

Hi I was wondering if you could share what you and historians make of Anne’s take on James’ homosexuality and his relationship (romantic, platonic or otherwise) with his queen, at the start of their marriage (i.e the sailing to Denmark and obsession etc) and the end (i.e letting her corpse rot) Thank you!! - thelastplantagenet 💚

Please excuse incoherent and loopiness I'm so sleepy while writing this alkdgf;ldgdk

The impression that I get of James is that he was very proud of his self-image as "a good king", "a good Christian", and "a good husband", based on his ever-so-clever reading of Scripture and philosophy. Picture the most horrible Arrogant Smart Kid Syndrome, formed by being the smartest person in the (very small) room for many years, which was never properly challenged by reality, because he's the king. The True Law of Free Monarchies and Basilokon Doron just drip with this attitude. Therefore, his self-image as magnanimous, benevolent, and faithful to his queen was important to him, even if in reality he was not these things.

cn for miscarriages, cruelty to pets, creepy kinda incestuous vibes, child marriage, etc.

There are two rather different images of the courtship of James and Anna (who was very young, just 14-15 to James's 22-23). On the one hand, James is said to have instantly fallen in love with her portrait almost as soon as marriage negotiations opened, to have written to her ardently, written poetry for her, and then of course have boldly sailed to "rescue" her in 1589. There is a story that when they first met in the flesh, James rushed over and kissed her "in the Scottish style", which repelled her (she thought it was very forward), but they later came to an understanding about this when the cultural difference was explained.

Yet also, James himself wrote of his reasons for sailing to his bride in October 1589:

As to the causes, I doubt not it is manifestly known to all how far I was generally found fault with by all men for the delaying so long of my marriage. The reasons were that I was alone, without father or mother, brother or sister, king of [Scotland] and heir apparent of England. This my nakedness made me to be weak and my enemies stark. One man was as no man, and the want of hope of succession bred disdain. Yea, my long delay bred in the breasts of many a great [suspicion] of my inability, as if I were a barren stock. These reasons and innumerable others, hourly objected, moved me to hasten the treaty of my marriage; for, as to my own nature, God is my witness I could have abstained longer nor the weal of my patrie could have permitted.

Basically, "I could have remained unmarried forever, but I have to get heirs for political stability". He was also noted for being coldly hard-assed in the dowry negotations.

Apparently their very early marriage was warm, but Anna was criticized for not immediately producing a child. When she was pregnant with Henry Frederick, IIRC rumors flew that he was not James's but that of Ludovic Stewart, 2nd Duke of Lennox (Esmé Stewart's son, therefore James's second cousin, who was also rumored to be a favorite of James's. Yes. This family is tangled and fucked up.) James was said to be jealous over this -- but was he jealous, or was he sensitive about the renewed rumors that Anna did not conceive by him because he was busy with his male favorites? (In reality, Anna had conceived immediately after their marriage, but then suffered a miscarriage.)

The marital relationship was then absolutely torpedoed by James's insistence on Henry Frederick being fostered at Stirling Castle by the Earl of Mar (the same Earl of Mar with whom he had huge childhood drama). This was traditional for Scottish heirs, and it was also sensible, as James and Anna were put in regular physical danger by rebellious lords, who you must remember repeatedly kidnapped young James and absolutely would pull all sorts of power shenanigans if they could lay hands on the heir. However, Anna was understandably furious and devastated by her separation from Henry. This became a huge battleground of their marriage, and James did not give way until the 1603 accession to the English throne, and it really ruined any affection Anna had for James. After that, Anna was often embroiled in schemes with factions that have grievances with James, like Bothwell and the Ruthvens. When the Ruthvens supposedly tried to assassinate James, Anna accused James of fabricating the whole thing. And as their children (Henry Frederick, Elizabeth, and Charles) grew up, Anna was often subtly working on them and turning them against their father (which wasn't hard because James was an awful, totally uninvolved father).

It is said that Anna once """"accidentally"""" killed one of James's favorite hunting dogs named Jewel.

Despite this, I would say that James always respected Anna… as much as he was capable of respecting any woman. Because James was really a misogynist, even more than the typical man of his time. His thoughts about marriage, and about the respect one should give one's wife, are clearly articulated in Basilokon Doron, and it's not pretty. (Full text is online here) Essentially, he gave Anna what he thought a wife should have from her husband: condescension, indulgence, honor before other ladies, sexual attention and fidelity (men don't count, ofc). James, one must remember, had a strong sense of himself as a divine right king, God's representative on Earth. The position of queen therefore also had an aura of the divine, and deserved respect for that - but not for her personhood, personality, or ideas. This is the man who is wearing a bejeweled "A" on his hat to celebrate his love for his wife at the same time he denies her access to her child and basically opposing her in court schemes.

Treat her as your own flesh, command her as her Lord, cherish her as your helper, rule her as your pupill, and please her in all things reasonable; but teach her not to be curious in things that belong to her not.

Something interesting is that when James learned of Anna's secret conversion to Catholicism, he told her he had no issue with her following her conscience as long as she kept it under wraps for the sake of political stability. For this time that's remarkably tolerant, both of Anna and of Catholicism.

Both Goodman and Weldon (remember them? writing from totally opposite English Civil War factions, one pro-Stuart and one anti-Stuart) described James as "not very uxorious". Maybe because he was too gay to really love his wife; maybe, as Goodman accused, Anna did not give him much cause to love her (can you blame her!?). But certainly there was not the sort of effusive affection for Anne he would show to his male favorites.

Over time the king and queen lived more and more separately. Until a miscarriage in 1606, after which Anna decided she was done with pregnancies, they continued to sleep together, but emotionally their lives were rather divorced. Especially after 1606 but IIRC even before, a separate "king's court" (dominated by James's male favorites) and "queen's court" developed. Real political power was located in the king's court, of course, but Anna used her influence to create a much more culturally sophisticated and artistically influential court. The Jacobean flourishing of the arts is more attributable to Anna's patronage than to James's (he fell asleep during plays and much more enjoyed watching a good debate).

But, I feel that their relationship somewhat recovered with time. In the more peaceful environment of England, they negotiated a sort of understanding, and had a cool but amicable relationship, sometimes working as partners and sometimes at cross purposes.

Anna's attitude to James's favorites seems to have been ambivalent. On the one hand, she was said to have understood "the king could not exist without his favorites" (I tried to find the source for this quote and failed but I'll look again later), and for his part he allowed her some degree of veto over his favorites, if only so that if she complained later, he could tell her "But you recommended him to me!" But it doesn't seem like she was happily indulgent - rather, pragmatic.

Also, as regards the Gowrie Conspiracy, Michael B. Young, author of King James and the History of Homosexuality, relates a conspiracy theory (not Young's own invention) that the Ruthvens might have lured James in not with a pot of gold (what a ridiculous story) but with sex appeal, and that Anna's reaction to the plot subtly accused him of this. And I believe it because I blindly believe everything that Michael B. Young says.

Even though James barely interacted with her by the point of her death in 1619, he was reportedly pretty upset about it, writing her a commemorative poem and going into a depression. You could say that his failure to appear at her funeral (it was Charles who was chief mourner) was evidence of his not caring very much, but some historians, like IIRC Rictor Norton, say that Anna's death actually triggered a minor breakdown for James, who was now facing his own mortality as well, due to his worsening illnesses. James may have also avoided the funeral because he had a longstanding fear of death, disease, and funerals (he also did not attend Henry Frederick's, and likewise that can be read as absence of love, depression, and/or neuroticism.)

IMO, the M&G monologue that I reblogged is not a bad take on the overall tone. I actually don't think James would have been so self-aware or ever considered that God was against any of his ideas, but it captures the ambivalence.

I hope that's a fair picture and of interest, @thelastplantagenet!

#james vi and i #anne of denmark #anna of denmark #james's weird stan rambles again #content note #tw csa #tw child marriage #tw animal death #tw animal cruelty #tw miscarriage

[dwellordream]

Could you give us little concepts of the main characters of your Rogers fic? I’m really excited, it sounds super fun and I’m curious about the characters.

Okay I can run down the POV characters (there may be others who get POVs later if I change my mind from what’s outlined).

Branda - Branda is the eldest daughter of Rodrik Stark, ‘The Wandering Wolf’ and his wife, Arya of Clan Flint. She grew up at Winterfell as part of the ‘secondary’ line of Starks along with her sister Lyarra. They are behind their cousin Rickard in the inheritance, as Rickard is the only son of Edwyle Stark, who is the nephew of Rodrik via his eldest brother Willam.

Branda winds up sort of on a whim betrothed way below her station to Osric Rogers, Lord of Amberly, after he saves her father’s life during the War of the Ninepenny Kings. However, Osric dies a year later in a jousting accident, so Branda weds his brother Harrold, called Hal, instead.

She goes into the match a bit apprehensive and disgruntled but ultimately is a pretty optimistic and lighthearted person unlike the more ‘sober’ Lyarra and Rickard and winds up being very happy at Amberly. With Hal, Branda eventually has five living children, and is a very involved mother.

Gareth - Gareth is the eldest son of Branda and Hal and the heir to Amberly. He is very proud of his family despite them not being a big power in the Stormlands and takes after both his parents in personality; he tries to be a dutiful son but also likes to enjoy himself and is very friendly and lighthearted.

Unfortunately he is often dismissed as a ‘big lout’ because he’s not the most witty or ‘clever’ and often puts his foot in his mouth and tends to get quite nervous in public. He makes up for this by being extremely tall and strong; he’s a great jouster and a natural knight. He winds up fostering at Storm’s End and becomes close friends with a young Stannis.

Julian - Called Jules by his family, Julian is the second son of the Rogers and can be a bit defensive, about that and everything else in his life. He is very prideful and unlike his more mellow brother has a very short temper and easily takes offense. He’s not the natural born warrior that Gareth is and feels he has to work much harder, though he is an excellent horseman.

Julian can be very self absorbed and often feels that it’s him against the world. He generally has good intentions but he’s a lot easier to manipulate than he’d like to believe, and he’s a terrible liar.

He doesn’t relate to his father as well as his older brother does and so tries to compensate by turning to his Northern ancestry. He frequently threatens to convert to the old gods and abandon the Faith entirely, which upsets Hal. He is thrilled to be able to foster at Winterfell, sure that his ‘destiny’ is in the North, his mother’s homeland.

Florence - Called Flora, Florence is the eldest daughter of the Rogers and frequently complains she is the ‘only’ girl in the family, ignoring her shy little sister Myra. Florence is quite haughty and impatient to grow up, always wanting to be treated as older than she is.

However her dream is not to marry a handsome lord but to be a singer, as she adores music and is naturally talented at it.

As this is obviously not a suitable career for a noblewoman, Flora is often frustrated with her family laughing at her lofty dreams, and insists she’s going to run away and be a famous courtesan in Braavos someday.

She adores her older brothers but likes teasing them more, especially Julian. As she approaches puberty she’s sent to Winterfell as a companion for her cousin Lyanna, which horrifies her, as everyone knows the North is not exactly the place to launch a music career.

Lucas - Lucas is the youngest Rogers son and frequently overlooked. Left out by his older brothers due to the age gap, Lucas feels he is the smartest of them all but gets no respect.

His parents have expressed a desire for him to become a septon or maester, as a third son, which infuriates him, as he feels it’s completely unfair that his older brothers get the family’s ‘best efforts’ while he gets ‘the scraps’.

Fortunately Lucas’ luck turns for him; while fostering at Griffin’s Roost with his aunt Fiona, who married a Connington cousin, he is offered the opportunity to go to court as a page. Lucas leaps at the chance, and comes to idolize his older cousin Jon, who is friendly with the charismatic and mysterious crown prince.

Leona Storm - Leona is the bastard daughter of the late Lord Osric Rogers, the product of an affair with a tavern keeper’s wife. From the age of six Leona was raised at Amberly, having never known her father.

While she loves her cousins and is grateful to her uncle and aunt, she is frequently frustrated by how society treats her as a bastard girl, subjected to harassment, rumors, and dirty looks.

She also cannot help but feel envy that while her cousins might still make quite good marriages because of their Stark mother, she will likely be relegated to being the wife of a landed knight or very petty lord, with no real influence or power beyond producing children.

Leona believes she is made for greater things, but keeps these dreams to herself.

#aouh #ask #house rogers

[jemej3m]

ghosts

this was unprompted but i dont care. all yall want is the wedding and i need an angst pallet cleanser before i can keep going with that. it’s so soft and sweet. blurgh, gross ;D

anyway!

remember in the first part, when neil said that drake spear’s case would forever remain unsolved? 

yeah. this is that.

trigger warnings: implied/referenced sexual assault, i/r torture, i/r csa, i/r self harm/suicide attempts, i/r murder

(normal pre-marital problems, i assume)

*

Neil traversed their kitchen as he threw together a curry Renee had recommended, whistling very poorly with the TV on in the background. An Exy game was always playing, much to Andrew’s dismay. 

They’d been living together for about a year and a half, and engaged for nearly a week now. Neil thought he couldn’t possibly get any happier, which was odd and unfamiliar in his tragic life. As he rinsed the starch off the rice and threw it into the rice cooker (gifted to him by Allison because once he’d served her undercooked, burnt rice and she’d never forgiven him since) he heard the front door unlock and twist open, the familiar shuffle of his fiancé arriving home making Neil smile. 

That sentiment was lost when he turned around to greet him. 

“Andrew,” Neil managed, watching Andrew fall onto the couch. He looked at the television, eyes so distant that they couldn’t register Neil even as he crouched down in front of him. “Andrew?”

His hands were shaking, curled into fists by his sides. Neil had never seen his skin so pale and lifeless. 

“Andrew,” he continued. “Can i sit next to you?” When he didn’t answer, Neil slowly moved to sit on the couch, giving him enough time to shove him back. Neil kept at least a centimetre between them at every point. 

“I’m making dinner,” he said, trying to think of something mundane to draw him out of his head. “Curry, one of Renee’s. You said you tried it and liked it. It has lamb, and I've snuck in some peas, but the sauce tastes good enough that we should be able to ignore them.” His fists relaxed slightly, the longer Neil talked. “You remember that cat shelter that I said was a front? Well, it’s still a cat shelter. Maybe we could check it out, see if there are any hairless ones. I know you like the hairless ones.” 

Andrew reached out for Neil’s hand and closed his eyes. His thumb traced the scars on Neil’s skin. The pattern was familiar and comforting for Andrew: Neil sighed with relief. 

“I’ve got those off-brand icecream sticks you love,” Neil continued, leaning in closer. “There was only one box left that weren’t those coconut-raspberry ones. Pure chocolate, just for you. Maybe we could dip them in sprinkles.” 

Andrew hummed softly. 

“Hey,” Neil said under his breath, leaning closer. He never asked if Andrew was okay, if he was alright, how his day went: not when he was like this. Asking a question meant requiring an answer, and providing a template meant forcing a restricted response. Andrew didn’t need to give Neil falsities. They were past that.

“Drake is being let out on parole.” 

Drake fucking Spear. 

Andrew told Neil the story a year into dating. He was in college, with his cousin and his brother. They’d moved to South Carolina, lived under Betsy’s roof as a reprieve from their biological family, and then congregated at their local college. All was fine until Andrew’s foster-home past caught up with him, the last time they’d gone to visit Nicky’s mother and father. 

Drake had been waiting for Andrew in Nicky’s old bedroom. It was safe to say that when Nicky and Aaron found them, it wasn’t pretty. Andrew had intentionally fucked with his biological mother’s car when he figured out she was treating Aaron like shit: in return, Aaron had wrenched Drake (a marine seal) off his brother and kicked the life out of him. 

Only he didn’t die. He went to jail. Aaron went to trail and claimed self-defence on his brother’s behalf. Everything was meant to be fine. 

Eight years later, Andrew was here, sitting on the couch as he reminisced upon horrid memory after horrid memory, knowing that his old demon was loose once more. 

“I’ll kill him.” Neil murmured. 

Andrew finally looked at him. “Neil.” 

He looked up. “I would kill him a thousand times over, Andrew.” 

Andrew said nothing, his head falling to rest on Neil’s shoulder. By the amount of tension coiled in Andrew’s shoulders, he must have been holding this in all day. 

Neil set his jaw, unwillingly to lie to himself. He was going to commit a self-serving, premeditated murder. 

His father would be so proud. 

*

When it finally happened, Andrew was coming home from dinner at Nicky and Erik’s. Neil was still working, somewhere in the depths of the city, but it was fine. Andrew had been able to distract himself from the weight pressing on his shoulders for a few hours with his cousin. 

A whole month since Drake - no, Spear - had been out on parole, and Andrew hadn’t heard a peep. For a while Andrew had thought that perhaps Spear would go to Aaron instead, the man who’d bashed him but not good enough to avoid jail, but Aaron had heard nothing. Chicago was way too far from South Carolina, where he’d been held for his crimes. 

But Baltimore wasn’t.

He unlocked his front door and felt the way it was loose, too loose, observing the scratches on the bolt’s screws. Andrew grit his teeth, pulling out the knife from his armband and wishing he’d brought home his gun, to swing the door open. 

As expected, the apartment was dark. But not empty. 

“Evening, AJ.” 

“Isn’t this dramatic,” Andrew insisted, though his insides were twisted with fear. Don’t lock up. Don’t lock up. Don’t -

“I was waiting for you. I’ve missed you.” 

Andrew punched the lightswitch hard enough for the wall to buckle: it held, and instead revealed something worse than Drake and his sneer. 

Neil was bound to a dining chair with cuffs Andrew kept, just in case, a tie around his mouth. He looked incredibly woozy. Andrew wanted so desperately to go to him, but Spear himself was sat on the arm of their new couch, elbows braced on his knees. Andrew hated his slick grin and his knowing smile and his soulless fucking eyes. He couldn’t believe he’d almost killed himself over this man, thinking at least he would die knowing what a mother’s love felt like. 

A mother’s love shouldn’t have cost Andrew a thing, let alone nearly everything. Those scars on his arms were warped with time and a long journey to healing, and Drake wasn’t going to take that away from him again. 

“You learned a few tricks in prison,” Andrew acknowledged. 

“You snatched yourself a husband-to-be,” Drake sneered. “How cute. I knew you’d liked it all along.” 

Andrew’s hand twitched. “You’re in violation of your parole, Drake. I’m going to arrest you.” 

“You’re a cop?” Drake spat out a laugh. It was guttural and wrong. Neil winced. “Well, ain’t that just funny.” 

“Funny how I, the boy who’d had nothing and was still taken from, ended up with a fulfilling life, finding family and friends and a purposeful occupation, whilst you, a boy who’d had everything and more, took your life for granted and ended up in the slammer for eight years, with more to come? Hilarious. I agree.” 

“I should’ve crushed your skull eight years ago,” Drake laughed. “No matter: I’ll make up for it now.” 

Neil met Andrew’s eyes as his hands fiddled with the cuffs. Keep talking. 

 “Why, Drake?” Andrew’s voice cracked. “You had Cass. School. Friends. Everyone liked you. What drove you to ruin your own life?” 

“I did have everything I could’ve ever needed,” he said, teeth oily as he grinned. “But what I wanted was something I couldn’t have. Till it occurred to me that I didn’t need to have it. I just needed to take it.” He sneered, putting his hands to the arm of the couch as he readied to stand. “Did it hurt you, little AJ? Because I hope it did. I always liked it best when you bled -” 

“Then I’ll make sure that you get what you’re owed, Drake Spear,” Neil said softly, balancing his knife between his fingertips. Its blade rested against Drake’s throat, Neil free of his cuffs and gag. 

The man froze. 

“Best practise is putting things away after you use them,” Neil advised, lifting a cloth to Drake’s mouth and nose. The man’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he slumped over, falling to the ground with a heavy thud. 

Andrew sucked in a gasp of air, watching as Neil cuffed the man’s wrists behind his back and stood with a boot pressed to his neck, should he wake up. 

From under the couch, Neil drew out a large tarp and his knives. Andrew closed his eyes momentarily. By the time he’d opened them, the coffee table had been flipped as a make-shift torture device, the tarp covering the carpet beneath. Neil was testing the sharpness of his cleaver against the tip of his finger: satisfied, he turned around to look at Andrew. “Help me roll him?”

Andrew looked at the man, hollowed out. “I was going to take him in.“

“What good is that?” Neil demanded, throwing the cleaver back into his pile. “He’ll go back to jail for another four to six months for violation of his parole, unless he tries to -” Neil screwed his eyes shut. “No. No, I won’t let him touch you again. And if you suggest some sort of self-sacrificing bullshit to have him locked up for good, I won’t buy it.” 

“He won’t get out on parole again -” 

“That is not worth a fifteen year sentence that he’ll worm his way out of again, letting the cycle will just repeat itself. No, Andrew. He is never going to touch you again. He will never look at you again.” His fists shook with a quiet fury. “I won’t let it happen.” 

“Neil,” Andrew stepped forward. “You need to let me do my job.” 

His fiancé brandished a knife from god-knows-where. “You need to let me do mine! Leave if you must. If your morals put you above killing a horrid man to keep my family safe, then go. But this man is not leaving here alive and whole. I am not letting the man I love subject himself to ruination via an old demon.” He finally looked Andrew in the eye. “Not if I can help it.” 

Neil bent over to drag Drake’s unconscious body over to where he needed it, locking his ankles and wrists to the four metal legs of their coffee table. The chloroform wasn’t strong enough to keep him asleep for long, but it didn’t matter. He was secure and doomed by the time he blinked his eyes open. 

Andrew watched Neil spin a knife between his fingers. 

“Wh - “ Drake coughed. “What? What happened?” 

“Not much,” Neil said, lightly. “You merely threatened to maim and kill the man I love, right in front of me.” His smile was the most frightening thing about him. “I don’t like that.”

“No,” Drake struggled against his restraints. “No!” 

“For now, I’ll shove this in there,” Neil said, grabbing the tie. “But later I’ll be sure to sever your vocal chords, so you can try and fail to scream, just like you tried to keep him quiet for years. No gag required. Neat, right?” 

“AJ,” Drake panted. “Andrew, get this psycho away from me. AJ -!” 

Neil shoved the tie into Drake’s mouth. “No. Stop looking at him. Look at me. I’m your biggest problem right now, aren’t I?” 

“I’m going to the study,” Andrew muttered, lightheaded. Neil glanced up at him, so he nodded, so minutely that anyone but Neil would’ve missed it. 

Neil’s expression softened slightly around the eyes as clear understanding passed between them, bright as day. 

Thank you for doing what I couldn’t, Andrew said. 

Thank you for letting me, Neil returned. 

With a deep breath, Andrew turned away to put the kettle on as Neil got to work. 

*

WOW okay. twiiiiiisted. i did promise that this would all be fluffy and nice, didn’t I? well, oops. 

i hate drake enough to feel that its warranted tho. srry not srry. 

back to your regularly scheduled program a-next time! 

#andreil #mobster/cop au #dark #murder #torture #you know #fun stuff #all for the game #butcher!neil #cop!andrew #aftg #andrew minyard #neil josten #drake spear #tw: discussions of rape #tw: csa #BIG warnings yall #jem writes

[dani-luminae]

Sorry, i'm new to your blog and i'm intrigued by your oc's but also kinda confused. Can you give me a quick rundown of who's who? (Like their names, parents, etc)

Okay then!

Most of them are Descendants OCs, but I have crossovers into Sky High, Marvel, Once Upon a Time, The Kingdom Keepers series, and Disney ZOMBIES. I’ll try to get everyone in one list! I hope this answers your questions.

I’m also gonna put this under a cut because it’s gonna get long. I blame an overactive imagine for many of these guys.

Feel free to send asks about any of them if you want! Lia and Zeraphina are my two most popular talked about on this account, but I welcome the excuse to talk about any of them!

My personal favorites on this list are Lia, Bianca, and Haley.

Lilith “Lily” Lokidottir: My very first Descendants OC! A crossover with the MCU (or, my version of it) she has four books and counting (starting with the Isle of the Lost book and also two other crossovers!) She’s the daughter of Loki from the MCU, who, due to a mix-up and lots of problems, ended up on the Isle of the Lost, where she was raised by Maleficent. Her love interest is Jay.

Selina Oceana: My second Descendants OC! A daughter of Ursula, who’s first book was literally just the Descendants movie with Selina replacing Mal - but I’m proud to say I got much more original for her second and third book. Her love interest is Ben.

Aza: my third Descendants OC! A daughter of Aladdin and Jasmine, who ends up falling in love with Jay. It’s all a bit cliche... until a whole curse from Jafar comes into play. 

Aria Crownsend: Another Descendants OC. She’s a daughter of Princess Aurora and Prince Phillip in Auradon. Aria is pulled into the world of the Kingdom Keeper series in order to act as a sort of character spy, as her own Disney Princess character, in the Disney Parks.

Reign Queen: this one’s an OC for Descendants and Ever After High. She’s the daughter of Descendants’ Evil Queen (and twin sister of Evie) who, along with another Auradonian, was kidnapped and taken to the world of Ever After in hopes that the two of them could disrupt Ever After’s reliance on the Storybook of Legends and forcing their destinies on their kids. She’s a Rebel through and through, even if she really is supposed to have a happy ending to her destiny. She’s dating Adam Beast II. 

Adam Beast II: The second of my Descendants-Ever After High OCs. A prince of Auradon (son of King Beast and Queen Belle, twin brother of Ben) who, like Reign, was kidnapped and taken to Ever After with the intent of disrupting the world’s reliance on the Storybook of Legends. Unfortunately, that’s where their story gets complicated, as Adam was cursed with a twisted version of the Beast Curse in hopes of forcing him to follow his dad’s destiny. He’s dating Reign.

Carly De Vil: Another Descendants OC. A daughter of Cruella De Vil and twin sister of Carlos. Carly’s story was a request, with an unusual love interest: Chad Charming. I’m proud to say I did it well, and Carly’s trilogy is one of my favorites to write. Her third book is inspired by the OG Descendants 3 teaser and involves the identity of hers and Carlos’s father.

Roseleta Mercier/Nara Dracona: Another Descendants OCs. A daughter of King Beast and Queen Belle, she was kidnapped by Queen Narissa (the villain of Enchanted) and taken back to the Isle and raised there. Years later, as Nara, she returns to Auradon as part of Ben’s proclamation, and rediscovers her family and her true life. Her trilogy is on its third and final book, The Dragon That Cannot Fly, which features Naros, a version of Ben if he was the one who was kidnapped and raised on the Isle instead of her. Nara’s love interest is Evie, while Naros/Ben’s love interest is still Mal.

Rose: Another Descendants OC, whose story crosses over with the Once Upon a Time series (only the first five season of it though.) Taken from Auradon and her parents, Rose is transported to Storybrooke, where she is one of the two Saviors necessary to break the curse and restore Storybrooke.

Jackie Sparrow: a Descendants OC, daughter of Captain Jack Sparrow and Angelica (from Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides!) Truly her parents daughter, Jackie is a devoted pirate, though her trip to Auradon teaches her that “not all treasure is silver and gold.” Her love interests (polyamory!) are Jay and Theodora (an OC.)

Royal: (Okay technically Royal is not my OC. She’s technically adopted. She was created by my cousin, and then dumped on me to write her story. My cousin has since dropped all interest in Royal and her story, but I do love Royal and so she’s basically mine now. With that out of the way), Royal is another Descendants OC! Royal is born out of a love spell that Maleficent cast on King Beast, and so obviously Royal’s got some pretty peculiar parentage. Royal grew up on the Isle with her little sister, Mal, but when Royal basically invites herself along to go to Auradon for Ben’s proclamation, things definitely get more complicated. Uncertain of her own worth to either of the families she could possibly belong to, Royal is a very complicated character who feels more like she exists to be a pawn more than a person. Her love interest is Nik Goodwin, an OC.

Adam Mercier: the son of Royal in an AU of her story where Ben’s proclamation never came and she and all the others remained on the Isle. Adam is named after his mother’s father, and is a combative, impulsive character who loves his mother fiercely. When Ben’s son, Alexander, finally makes a successful proclamation to get some kids off the Isle of the Lost, Adam is one of the kids chosen to leave, alongside his cousin Malachi, his god-sister Carla, and Fairen and Jayra.

Chloe Charming: the older daughter of Cinderella and Prince Charming, from the same story as Royal. One of Royal’s best friends now.

Skalja Bjorgman: the daughter of Anna and Kristoff, from the same story as Royal. One of Royal’s best friends now. Also, my first canonically autistic OC!

Bianca Mercier: Another Descendants OC! She comes from Dark Haven, a version of Auradon where good and evil are flipped. King Beast and Queen Belle, the Rulers of All Evil, rule a kingdom of evil, while Maleficent is the Mistress of Goodness, exiled to the Banished Land with the rest of the heroes. Bianca is the Princess of Darkness, as the daughter of King Beast and Queen Belle, and looks forward to her future as a queen of evil, but when she’s unfortunately placed in the Auradon that we know, her views of evil and good are unfortunately challenged and complicated. Her love interest is the Dark Haven version of Mal.

Lia Hawkins: Another Descendants OC! The daughter of Jim Hawkins (from Treasure Planet), Lia is also the princess of the far-off planet of Solasar. With a compassionate and determined personality and the powerful ability to create and manipulated light itself, Lia is the perfect foil for Mal, who she finds herself at odds with only a day after her accidental arrival in Auradon. Lia’s love interest is Ben. She’s one of my favorite OCs.

Haley Olympia-Graves: Another Descendants OC, whose story also crosses over with the world of Sky High! A daughter of Hades kidnapped from the Isle of the Lost, Haley ends up being raised by a mortal foster-mother in Maxville. Haley’s magic is mistaken for superpowers and she is taught at Sky High, the school for superheroes, but eventually, she discovers the truth about her parentage and who she is. Haley’s love interest is Layla.

Gwyn Carlye/Barkowitz: Another Descendants OC, and her story crosses over with Disney’s ZOMBIES series! While Gwyn was raised as a perfectly human cheerleader in Seabrook, there’s some things off about her. Her green eyes can glow. Her hair is white, for some reason. And she’s fascinated by the full moon. When she turns out to be the Great Alpha that the Werewolves are looking for, their search for the moonstone leads them into Auradon, where Gwyn discovers the truth about her origin. Gwyn’s love interest is Willa.

Zeraphina McAlyster: A Disney ZOMBIES OC! Zeraphina is half-Zombie and half-human, loves football, and loves to challenge the rules. She attends Seabrook High (after the events of the first movie) and shockingly enough, actually ends up dating Bucky, the cheer rockstar.

Cassia Larsen: A Sky High - MCU crossover OC! The daughter of Loki, she grew up under the radar in Maxville, raised by her human mother, where Cassia’s seemingly-simple abilities - the ability to create and control ice - could easily be passed off as superpowers. Of course, things don’t stay hidden and simple for long. Cassia’s love interest is Warren Peace.

Belladonna Valaise: an OC for a Disney-fandom-in-general story, The Sorcerer’s Apprentice. Belladonna, a talented apprentice briefly stripped of her magic for a miscast spell gone horrible wrong, ends up teaming up with a certain mouse-like apprentice in order to recover a powerful magical item from an evil magician. I don’t talk about her much on here, but she’s still around.

[sailorshadzter]

soon you’ll get better.

part 2 to my taylor swift lover album inspired jonsa series.  (<--- thats really a mouthful lol) 

im really excited to get further into the album, but recently, it was one of my best friend’s mom’s birthdays, though she passed away about nine years ago now. she was like a second mother to me & i miss her a lot. there were so many days i spent with her while she was sick & a lot of time i spent with her daughters. her younger two girls are like my little sisters. 

anyways, i originally wasnt even going to INCLUDE this song in the series, but thinking about this “second mom” of mine inspired me to write this instead. 

also, next time, i’m not certain ill follow this same set up. 

it might be a time skip, it might be an “inspired by” rather than using the lyrics themselves. who knows! we’ll see what happens. 

hope you guys enjoy. :) 

It's been several long, grueling weeks without seeing her.

Jon frequents Seasalt Tavern, even on trivia night, if only to catch a glimpse of that shiny red hair. But each night, he's let down. Even now, he hears her song in his brain. The echo of her words, soft and true, sing him to sleep when he closes his eyes each night. She haunts him, in a way no woman has ever done before.

Lunch break. It comes every day, a glorious hour where Jon steps away from his desk if only to stretch his legs. He joined the Westeros Special Forces unit only six months ago, a transfer in from the Northern faction, deciding to head South for a change of scenery post break up. Ygritte had been... Well, a spitfire, to say the least. And hard to forget. Their relationship had been as fiery as her temper and her hair. Yeah, he has a type, so sue him. While he didn't miss the fights and the theatrics of the relationship, he missed being with someone. Ygritte cared about him in her own, weird sort of way, and he misses the companionship she had provided him for nearly three years.

Jon sighs as he steps out into the afternoon sun, deciding the local coffee shop would suffice for lunch today. It's only a short walk up the street and Jon finds himself stepping inside within minutes, the blast of cold air refreshing. Six months in of living in the South and Jon still hasn't quite adjusted to the heat. He misses the icy cold air of the North- somehow, it felt cleaner up there. That ache in your lungs you felt when you took in the first breath of cold, morning air... He misses that almost as much as he misses the fiery warmth of a woman in his bed.

The girl behind the counter smiles and offers a wave- she's a University student, Jon has learned in his time coming here, eager to graduate the following spring and step into a new world as a nurse. "Hey Jon," she greets as he approaches, "the usual?" It's Jon's turn to grin as he nods and turns to head towards his usual table, but is surprised to find it already occupied.

And just like that, there she is.

She's surrounded by notebooks and a textbook or two, though she seems focused on a single notebook. Her red hair is twisted back into braids and tucked up with pins, though a few strands have fallen free to frame her face. Jon sucks in a breath as he watches her for only a moment more, for she looks up then and notices him staring. At once, she sits up straighter, squinting her eyes as recognition spreads across her face. "Hey," she says after a moment, folding her arms over the tabletop as she leans forward. "Jon, right?" She says, though she's not forgotten his name. She's recited it over and over and over again since the night they met. "Nice suit." Her eyes trail him up and down and Jon feels warmth spread to his cheeks, her lip gloss lips curving with a smile. If she notices the gun strapped to his hip, she doesn't mention it.

"Call it a drawback to the job," Jon jokes a moment later when he finally finds his voice again, the sweet sound of her laughter ringing in his ears. His heart soars. "I haven't seen you, at the bar I mean." He says and at once, he regrets it. She sits up straighter, those ocean blue eyes widening ever so slightly as she regards him closely. "I-I mean, they're talking about you. About your song, your voice." Smooth, he thinks as he can only hope a hole opens up on the floor and swallows him up. Just then, the barista appears with his steaming drink, to which he grins and gives his thanks before the girl is gone, leaving him there to probably continue to embarrass himself. But to his surprise, she does not send him away with a scowl or cruel words, rather her face softens and she gestures for him to sit.

"If you want," she says, an offering, her head tilted to the side, the stray strand of hair falling just across her forehead. He wishes he could push it  back, he wishes he could feel it between his fingers. It takes him only a moment to take the seat across from her, his to-go cup warm despite the cardboard slip around it's middle. "I've been busy," she says by way of explanation, a fleeting look of sadness crossing her features as she looks back at him. For some reason, despite not knowing him, Sansa feels as if she can trust him. His dark, solemn eyes give her a sense of hope she's not felt in a long time. "Besides, I couldn't come back without another song."

"So there's another one?" He asks, taking the first sip of his coffee. It's a simple order, a caramel macchiato with an extra shot of espresso, one which he never deviates from. "Open mic night is next week, isn't it?" She grins and nods, telling him she heard from her friend Margaery about the next date and that she would be there.

"Margaery has been trying to drag me out for weeks now, I haven't-" she stops, realizing she's about to dump something on him that's probably beyond a normal talking point for a first real conversation. As if Jon senses her uncertainty, he offers her a smile and encourages her to go on. "It's my mother..." Sansa shifts in her chair, absently swirling the last swallow of coffee in her mug as she looks anywhere but Jon's face. "She's sick and I... Between taking care of her and my little brothers and sister..." She looks up and it's written all over Jon's face- sympathy, yet understanding. There is no judgment, there is nothing but warmth. Somehow, it's as if she's known him all her life, not a single conversation in a dark bar. "Anyways, Margaery says it's good if I get out sometimes, you know? So I let her drag me out every now and again." She smiles as she thinks of her friend, who she knows loves her dearly. Margaery was a good, no a great, friend and Sansa reminds herself to give her friend a hug.

"I'm sorry... About your mother." Jon says after a moment, knowing the pain of losing a mother, though he doesn't mention such a thing to her. The last thing he wants to do is remind her of what she certainly worries about often. "You have siblings?" He asks instead and is delighted to see the smile brighten up her face as she nods.  

"Three of them. Two brothers, Bran is thirteen and Rickon is nine. Arya is fifteen." Her little siblings are her entire world. They have always been close, the Stark children that is, especially so in the four years since Robb had died. But even as kids, even with the years between them all, they had always been close. And with her mother's illness and her father's business, it left much of raising them to her. She could not remember a time where she was not with the little ones, though now that they're older and mostly taking care of themselves, she wishes she could go back. It hadn't always been easy, but she loved every moment spent with those little siblings of hers. "What about you?"

Jon smiles when he shakes his head. "I don't have much family at all, well aside for a distant cousin who lives in Essos." He had never known his father and his mother had died when he was just a kid, leaving him to be raised in foster homes until he came of age. "It's just me and Ghost, honestly."

"Ghost?" She asks and Jon can't stop from reaching for his cell phone, pulling up the most recent photo of the big, white dog he means. "A wolf dog?!" She blurts without warning, excitedly reaching for her own phone, which lay beside the notebook she'd been writing in. She taps the screen and shows him the background photo- a family photo of five kids with varying shades of hair, each proudly standing with shaggy pups that were as colorful as them. She draws the phone back towards her and when she hands it back, there's a photo instead of a beautiful gray wolf like dog, who's eyes are more gold than yellow. "That's Lady."

"You all have them?" Jon is surprised- he's never met another person with a wolf dog like Ghost, let alone a family of them.

"My father... He found an entire litter when we were kids," she explains, the memory burned into her brain as if it had happened only yesterday. "My family's sigil is a direwolf, so my father said he couldn't just turn them away. He said they came to us for a reason." For a litter of pups to be born, five pups for the five Stark children, it had surely been a sign from the Old Gods, and so despite her mother's wishes, all the puppies came home to the children. The way he's leaning over the table, he can see the soft curves of her handwriting on the paper- small and neat, her handwriting fits her perfectly. She must notice him looking for she grins and slides the paper towards him. "Next week's song," she says, tapping the top where she's written the apparent name across the top. "I think it's finished... I hope it's finished."

Jon reads only the first few lines before he pushes it back towards her. "I want to hear it when it is," he says and drains the last sip of his drink. "Listen, I have to head back to the office now but I uh... I'll see you next week." He rises up to his feet, the scrape of the chair against the floor the only noise in the room for a single moment. Sansa smiles and yet again, Jon is rendered breathless by her. If only this moment could last forever.

"Yeah, next week," she replies, barely breathing herself.

When Jon approaches the desk to pay for his drink, he tells the barista he wants to pay for her drink too. Though she's surprised, the young woman does as he's bid and waves to him as he takes the receipt and his change and heads for the door. Just as he goes to toss it into the waste bin, he peaks at the receipt and to his surprise, sees that she must have ordered the very same drink as him.

[ x x x ]

The bar is quiet as Sansa climbs up to the stage again.

Again, accompanied only by her guitar, she gazes out into the crowd of people, smiling down at her brunette friend before she speaks into the microphone. "I had an entirely different song planned for this night a few weeks ago, but my mother... She's sick and she's relapsed so  I wrote this for her." In the long nights beside the hospital bed, the beeping of the machines her only melody, she had penned these lyrics. She had scribbled these lines onto napkins and the back of her hand. She had written this song to remind herself that in the end, her mother would step out of the hospital and home would become home again. Taking a deep breath, she strums the guitar and finds the right note.

And then she sings.

"The buttons of my coat were tangled in my hair In doctor's-office-lighting, I didn't tell you I was scared That was the first time we were there."

Jon sits at the bar again.

It's his usual spot, with his usual drink in hand. He had saw her come in- red hair in curls and her impossibly long legs wrapped in denim- but hadn't got a chance to talk to her. Her friend, Margaery he thinks it is, sits where she sat the first time, but this time the guy she had been crushing on sits beside her, arm around her waist.

The song Sansa sings... He recalls reading those first few lines in the coffee shop but hearing her silky voice singing them makes all the difference. She's stronger this time- less nervous than she must have been the first time around and Jon is surprised when from across the room, their eyes meet.

And he swears his heart must stop.

"Ooh-ah, soon you'll get better Ooh-ah, soon you'll get better Ooh-ah, you'll get better soon 'Cause you have to."

Those words are the soft plea of a daughter to her sick mother, the simple view that there was no other option than to recover. Jon glances around the room and can see there are at least five others in that room who know the feelings she's singing about.

Yet again, Sansa's song is reaching people.

"I know delusion when I see it in the mirror You like the nicer nurses, you make the best of a bad deal I just pretend it isn't real I'll paint the kitchen neon, I'll brighten up the sky I know I'll never get it, there's not a day that I won't try."

One of the women Jon had noticed earlier is openly crying at her table now and he recognizes her as the one who had lost her mother only a month before. Jon recalls that pain himself, despite the years that it's been since he lost his own mother. He can still recall the sweet scent of her perfume, but he's forgotten what her voice sounded like or how warm her arms had been whenever she hugged him. It's been many years since he lost his mother, but the pain of it never goes away. Not entirely.

On the stage, Sansa too sees the woman that cries softly at her table, the man beside her wrapping his arm around her in comfort. She wishes she hadn't made her cry, she feels bad about that, in truth, but there's no stopping now.

"And I hate to make this all about me But who am I supposed to talk to? What am I supposed to do If there's no you? This won't go back to normal, if it ever was It's been years of hoping, and I keep saying it because 'Cause I have to."

As she breaks into the final chords, the final repeat of soon you'll get better, she looks out into the faces around her, wondering just how many of them out there got the message. How many others besides that single woman understood the pain of watching someone they loved go through an illness? Probably too many, she realizes.

When her hand finally falls from the guitar and silence descends, she lets out the breath she's been holding and her heart skips a beat when the first claps begin. And then it's every person in the bar that's clapping, some even cheering as she smiles for them and descends down to join Margaery at the table.

Jon watches as she escapes from her friend and instead crosses the room to approach the other crying woman. They embrace and when Sansa pulls back, the woman holds her at arm's length as they talk. When they finish their conversation, Sansa does not return to Margaery's table but to his shock, she comes towards the bar to stand before him where he sits on his usual stool. "Buy me a drink?" She asks with a grin and for a moment, Jon is too stunned to say anything.  But then he nods and she slides onto the stool beside him, so close that again he catches the scent of her sweet perfume.

They talk for what could be several hours, Jon seems to have lost track of the time as he sits there with her. It isn't until Margaery approaches her, a touch to her shoulder, a quick but silent it's time to go home. "I have to go," she says, brushing a curl behind an ear, revealing the three little studs she wears in her lobes. "Maybe we don't have to wait until the next mic night to see each other," she grins as she slides a piece of paper towards him as she hops of the stool, a little wobbly after her three drinks. Before Jon can speak, she's rushing after Margaery who waits at the door for her, her guy already out in the lot to fetch the car.

Jon lifts up the piece of paper and he finds his heart is racing as he realizes it's her phone number written there. Pre written, he realizes, meaning she had always intended on giving it to him. He feels warm and it's not just because of the four drinks he's consumed sitting there with Sansa. Okay... That might be partly to blame, but mostly he's just beyond happy. He reaches for his phone and adds her into his contacts list, clicking the new message icon, though he hesitates for a moment. Was it weird if he texted her so quickly? No, he decides, she gave him her number, which meant she wanted him to text her.

And so he taps the message space and begins to type.

Sansa is climbing into the backseat of the car when her phone beeps.

She fishes it out of her purse and her heart skips a beat when she sees it is a number not yet saved to her contacts. "He texted you? Already?" Margaery is excited in the front seat, the one who had encouraged Sansa to talk to him that night, the one to write down her phone number for Sansa to give to him. "I told you," she mumbled as she turned back around, smiling to herself as she thinks of the way the dark haired, brooding sort of man had been staring at her friend both last time and tonight. After the last relationship Sansa had been in, she deserved someone who looked at her like this Jon looked at her.

On Sunday's I take Ghost to the dog park. Maybe Lady would like to join him?

Sansa smiles and types a quick reply.

Just as he's sliding off the stool that his phone lights up on the bar. Jon can't help but to chuckle when he sees her response.

Lady would love that, but I hope I'm invited. 👀

When she reads his response, she's grinning, a strange warmth filling her up, threatening to spill over.  Sorry, I forget how to act when I think about cute dogs owned by cute girls. Another text comes before she can reply to the first.  I'll see you and Lady both there, say noon?

She nods, though he can't see, and hits send on her own message.

Jon climbs into his car and hears the beep of her reply.  We'll see you there. :)

He drives himself home and it isn't until he's settled into his apartment that he realizes his phone went off without him noticing. Unlocking the screen, he's surprised to see it's a picture message, rather than just a normal text. This is how she looks at me when I tell her we have plans tomorrow. The picture is of Lady asleep on the couch, or at least pretending to be, as she has one yellow eye open looking up at Sansa who must be leaning over her to snap the picture. We're going to bed, see you tomorrow. I promise she's as excited as I am. Her next text comes a moment later and Jon grins down at Ghost, reciting the message aloud to the dog. "She's excited..." He murmurs as he sinks back into the couch, not fully prepared to head to bed.

In her bedroom, stripped down to nothing but a t-shirt, Sansa is climbing into bed when her phone vibrates on her bedside table. Reaching for it, she blinks against the brightness of her screen so she can read Jon's last message. Ghost on the other hand... A pause and then the photo comes, making her smile as she clicks it to enlarge it. It's of the great big white wolf, grinning like only a dog can, clearly excited by something Jon is doing or saying. Sleep tight, girls, comes last and as Sansa curls up beneath her blankets, she smiles to herself, not yet daring to believe that this is entirely real. Jon seems almost too good to be true. Though, she supposes there's only one way to figure it out. She hasn't dated in well over a year... Not since Joffrey... But something tells her Jon is the farthest type from Joffrey that could ever possibly be.

As she closes her eyes, she thinks of him, of those deep set brown eyes, and falls asleep.

#jonsa #jonsa au #modern au #jon x sansa #taylor swift #album: lover #now i really want to write their date at the dog park lol

[undeadqveen]

✕ — isn’t that shiklah wandering the streets of new york? civilians know them as queen of the undead and see them as an anti-hero (or villain depending the day,,, yike). as far as i know, the one thousand+ year old stands with the legion of monsters & howling commandos and are rumoured to be pretty authoritative & cavalier. ( priyanka chopra /demi-girl / she/they )

{ trigger warnings : coma mention, war, sort-of-not-really-cannibalism (since u kno, demon, but still human eating), torture, medical/experiments  }

everyone say hello to my monster!baby, shiklah! she is the literal light of my life and i can only hope i do her justice. sooo here we go.

I. : INTRODUCTORY INFORMATION: //

shiklah hasn’t been around in the comics for too long. and all her appearances in marvel are entirely comic based

so this rendition of her is going to be based on that, with my own head canons filling in the gaps along the way to make her a fully fleshed out character

II. BIOGRAPHICAL INFORMATION: //

age: old. really fucking old. she was alive before the first humans.

gender: demigirl. her war demon form is gender neutral. she wears female human skin, however.

height: 10’3” in true form, 5’8” in humanoid form

species: succubus, sorceress

occupation: succubus queen, queen of the undead, queen of the underworld, queen of monstropolis

place of birth: the arabian peninsula

citizenship: arabian

marital status: married (two polyamorous marriages)

orientation: pansexual, panromantic, and polyamorous

pre-coma family: mother and father, names unknown (deceased); amjad, brother (deceased); baqir, brother (deceased); jenny, cousin (alive and a fucking badass)

children: cathan, adopted son (species: demon who prefers a werewolf form, sorcerer)

pets: bug, her pet dragon, who flies and breathes fire. he’s a good boy.

affiliation: leader of the legion of monsters

base of operations: monster metropolis (otherwise known as monstropolis), morlock tunnels, manhattan, NY

moral alignment: lawful evil

III. HISTORICAL INFORMATION: //

before humans were even around, shiklah and her family ruled the monster world. but the vampires wanted to overthrow their family. cue a war that lasted centuries and saw the coming of man. aka a long ass fucking war. my poor baby.

during the war against the vampires, shiklah’s kingdom had fallen, and her and her father witnessed the deaths of shiklah’s two brothers.

her father, in a,,,,, stroke of,,,, genius? well. a stroke of something. decided to lock shiklah up in a sarcophagus for. however long it’d take until the war ended or until she was going to be wed. surprise surprise.

well. dracula decides to hire deadpool to go wake up shiklah. so they could be married and end this long ass war and finally have peace. things were going fine until deadpool gets into a fight with a minotaur and shiklah’s sarcophagus shatters, awakening her and bug.

IV. MODERN INFORMATION: //

in her short period of time being awake in the modern world, shiklah was nearly assassinated by blade, was captured by hydra, and captured by aim, both of which wanted to exploit her powers and experiment on her.

she also fell in love with wade who taught her how to acclimate to the modern world, about technology, and about popular culture

when humans brutally murdered a centuries-old monster who resided in monstropolis, an elder monster who was completely senile and not a threat to anyone, shiklah sort of. snapped. she tried to handle things with civility at first, going in front of the courts and asking for retribution for the cold blooded murder of her loyal friend.

when the courts laughed in her face and told shiklah that monsters aren’t protected under the criminal code, she realized humans really are horribly discriminatory, and declared war against them.

to stop shiklah from killing. everyone. wade went to get dracula, who came to find shiklah and proposed. the two were also married and shiklah took a temporary leave of her duties to pursue their relationship and learn how to rule as a fair ruler, not a forceful one. she realized she didnt like using her powers to rule her own citizens by force. proud of you, baby girl.  

V. ABILITIES INFORMATION: //

succubus physiology

enhanced strength, speed, dexterity

supernatural beauty

royal-level mystical abilities

pheromones (my personal head canon, it hasn’t been written in the comics yet but her cousin jenny has succubus pheromones and it’d make sense shiklah does, too, as part of her supernatural beauty)

shapeshifting

hellfire/soulfire manipulation

enslavement beams,,, yike

life-force absorption

necromancy 

VI. ADDTIONAL INFORMATION: //

i wont bore you with all of my myriad historical head canons about shiklah’s life before her millennia long sleep, they’ll probably come up as flashbacks in her threads anyhow, plus theres so  much time there to fill in that i’m sure shiklah will also tell me things as time goes on

what’s important to know about this though is that shiklah is, in many ways, very traditional. she loves donning a maid outfit and cleaning her entire palace. shes a forceful female ruler who’s still subjected at times to her thousands of years old preconceived notions of gender roles

she loves to party. she’s admitted to wade before that she throws parties with her monster friends all the time — one’s that are orgy ceremonies actually

she eats humans, particularly in her war form. it’s cool  

she’s pretty naive to the ways of the modern world. wade fills her in on stuff, but it’s also wade, lmao. her perception of things in the modern era is very biased towards deadpools own views on things

she’s adorable sometimes? like. super scary evil murder demon baby who cracks jokes about the kardashians.

shes evil towards humans but she is a fair and just ruler to monsters. she doesn’t like asgardians because apparently her people were enslaved by them during a conflict thousands of years ago. this issue though was sort of resolved when her cousin jenny was tricked into starting a fight with jane foster, and the two ended up reconciling and becoming close

but she respects the inhumans and she respects mutants, especially ones whose powers altered their physical appearance

tbh she wants to mom every monster looking kid

she reads comics in the bath like a cutie

she also goes to conventions, especially comic conventions, where people think shes dressed in cosplay. their reaction to her answer, “no, this is just the human skin i’m wearing for the day,” is her favourite thing

she loves bug more than anything else

consequently she loves sex almost as much as bug

blood k!nk~~~

she will kiss you and drain some of your life force. she will. it’ll give you a rush of adrenaline like nothing else and it really gets her off.

personally i HC that she was actually taken by hydra for a while and she was actually taken by aim for a while. she was weaponized by the former and experimented upon by the latter.

actually i have a lot of angst head canons for shiklah that’ll probably come out more in her threads and flashbacks too

she knows the x-men and some of the avengers and the fantastic 4 because they were at her wedding with wade????????

similarly, i imagine she knows most of the people he was on teams with or worked with, tbh. she probably loves the kinneys actually

she has a son she adopted, a five year old little demon sorcerer who she named cathan (in honour of the elder god, c’thon). he’s a little monster baby who uses his shapeshifting demon powers to stay in a werewolf humanoid demon form — because he was raised by wolves before shiklah rescued him

as a ruler of one of the dimensions of the underworld i imagine she also knows the other hell leaders such as dormammu, the hellstroms, mephisto, etc. but also other hellfire users like ghost rider.

shes evil but she has a big heart for the people she cares about. she has a bad tendency of prioritizing her needs and wants over what the people she loves needs or wants but she’s actively working on that, too

shes full of juxtapositions? which is why i love her. shes cunning in some ways but naive in others. shes evil to some but a darling to others. shes a war demon but also a housemaid. shes so complicated and diverse and i can’t wait to write her with you all!!!

— i think that’s about it for now?! shiklah is my BABE honestly. so hmu for all the plots because im sO EXCITED for her ok thanks fam ily <3

#﹠⋅ 。♡ 𝖆𝖗𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖘. ⋮「 ── she’s born a leader ‚ no throne or crown needed. 」 #「 archives. 」 #73:intro #﹠⋅ 。♡ 𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖉. ⋮「 ── shiklah. 」

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Hi! Hope I submitted this correctly. Thanks for this and I appreciate your help!

Name: Harana “Ynaguinid” Amosin, Jericho “Barangao” Amosin (as a boy)

Nickname: Hara, Jeri (when she’s a guy)

Alternate identity: She have various identities, though the ones that she uses the most often is “Hikari Sensogami” or “Hikaru Sensogami” (when they go undercover in Japan) and “Haliya Ramos” or “Agwe Ramos” elsewhere.

Birthday: June 21st 

Zodiac: Cancer

Birthplace: The Philippines (known as Kapatiran in her dimension)

Dwelling place: A small mansion hidden within an enchanted forest, miles away from the city.

How do they live: Due to being renowned, honorable warriors for centuries, Harana’s family is wealthy, though not super wealthy (think middle-upper class). Hangs out with friends at school and hops between two families (their blood-related family and their guardians/godparents, who look after her training while they’re on their missions). 

Appearance: Medium-dark olive skin, short-medium length black hair (sometimes wears their hair in a waterfall braid when they’re a girl, and when in battle, has her hair tied in a ponytail; and as a boy, will sometimes tie his hair in a half-up); dark brown eyes, wears a few magic bracelets that are enchanted and can transform into weapons at her will, and a necklace with her deceased parents’ wedding rings and a key in between them. Also has another necklace that holds her mp3 player. Sometimes wears headphones around her neck. Has a magical tribal tattoo as well that signifies her Filipino-Polynesian heritage.

What’s in their bag/pockets: Swiss Army knife, some small daggers, a small first aid kit, a small flashlight, a magic tablet and charger, a journal, a pencil and pen, an eraser, her cell phone, some extra earphones, rope, a small book of contacts, a makeup kit (just in case), a wallet, a book on Caelistian religion (which she is required to carry around with her anyways), and her lunchbox.

Species: Caelistian. Caelistians are from an alternate universe in which history went wild and took a completely different turn (aliens invaded during the American Revolutionary War). They descend from humans and are incredibly technologically and spiritually advanced, using a mix of technology and magic. They worship the universe itself as a deity, and they protect and watch over the dimensions and keep it in balance.

Features of the species: Due to the alien invaders often experimenting on humans and creating new species, many centuries later, there is a wide variety of Caelistians in all shapes and sizes (even the ones that worship the Void look inherently different because of differing ancestry). However, they mostly look human or take on human form. 

Name of parents: Rafael and Mayumi Amosin

Name of siblings: Kidlat Amosin, Tala Amosin, Luntian Amosin (half-brother), Maria Dizon (half-sister), Orion and Sirius Callahan (adopted)

Others next of kin: Her guardians, who see her as their adopted child, and many of her godparents and godsiblings

Not-in-blood-but-in-bond-family: Orion and Sirius, whom they see as brothers, their fellow brigade members (too many to list here)

Family history: Harana has a large, but loving (though a bit quarrelsome) family; she has her grandfather, Losi, and her grandmother, Somilge. On her mother’s side, she has five aunts and three uncles, and on her father’s side, she has two aunts and six uncles. They have around eighteen cousins. Half of them are deceased, however, as a result of the war.

Favourite colour: Blue, indigo, silver

Favourite animal: Dragons, mermaids, birds, sharks, penguins

Favourite book: The entire Harry Potter series, the entire Lord of the Rings series, Jules Verne books (especially Journey to the Center of the Earth), A Wrinkle in Time, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, Discworld, and a lot more

Favourite film/show/series: Zathura, Underworld, Doctor Who, and a lot more (too many to list)

Favourite genre: Action, fantasy, sci-fi, romance

Favourite food: Lumpia (Filipino egg rolls), pepperoni pizza, flan cake, cheesecake (any kind), chocolate chip cookies

Favourite place to be: The forest where she lives; she can sing as loud as she wants to while taking walks. She also enjoys being outside on the large balcony of the mansion, where she goes to watch the stars at night and relax while listening to some oldies or playing songs on her guitar.

Personality: Harana is a cool, level-headed individual. She has a sarcastic sense of humor and has a funny but kind demeanor. While she may seem calm, as a result of having been kidnapped and dealing with horrible foster parents before the war, her horrific childhood of being forced to enter a war as a child soldier a week after her birthday, and the death of many of her loved ones by the time the war ended, she has terrible anxiety and panic attacks (though they don’t occur as often as they used to). After many centuries of recovering, Harana has come out of her shell and has improved a lot since then, however, the scars still remain. She has a ‘fake it ‘til you make it’ sort of thinking when it comes to hiding her pain and insecurities (since she’s afraid that if she voices them, she’ll become a burden) and she’s become a master at it, to the point where only her closest friends and family can tell her true emotions at times. Harana was thrown into the army at a young age due to her incredible observation and logic skills (something which she got from her father and her grandfather, respectively), as well as her ability to lead and strategize. She is very experienced in the world and how the universe works due to having apprenticed under a great dimensional traveler who taught Harana the skills she has now, though unfortunately, he and his family died at the end of the war. While she does care deeply for others and is overall a good person, she can be very guile and sometimes manipulates and tricks people into doing things (though they aren’t terrible, necessarily). Harana overall acts obedient and follows the rules, but when the rules are too cruel and unjust or when the rules no longer fit the situation, she either bends the rules, finds a loophole, or throws them out the window.

Misc: Harana’s sixteen years old (in human years); she’s pansexual and genderfluid. She uses male and female pronouns, switching between them depending on what gender she feels like being for the day, though most of the time, she prefers to be a girl. Harana enjoys singing, dancing, and various other creative outlets as a way for her to calm herself and her emotions. Her main guardians are her father’s close friends, who are all happily married to each other and live in a rich neighborhood closer to the city. She used to be mute, though eventually, halfway through the war, she gets her voice back. She’s adept at various kinds of weapons and magic.

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Hey there,

don't worry you did everything right!

Birthplace: The Philippines

The national flower of the Philippines is the Arabian jasmine, it doesn't have any meaning though.

Dwelling place: A small mansion hidden within an enchanted forest, miles away from the city

angelica – magic, inspiration

circaea – spell

enchanter's nightshade – spell, sorcery, witchcraft, fascination

fern – magic, sincerity, fascination, confidence, shelter

holly herb – enchantment

magnolia – love of nature, dignity, perseverance, nobility

persimon – bury me amid nature's beauties

rose (lavender) – enchantment

rose (purple) – enchantment

sycamore – woodland beauty, curiosity, reserve

vervain – enchantment, superstition

violet (blue) – enchantment, faithfulness, watchfulness, love

witch hazel – a spell

based on how they live

acacia – friendship, platonic love, secret love

acacia (rose) – friendship, elegance

apple blossom – fame speaks you/him great and good, preference, better things to come, good fortune

ash tree – grandeur

austurtium – splendour

bay tree – glory

bellflower (chimney)  – aspiring

chrysanthemum – wealth, abundance, cheerfulness, loveliness, truth, you're a wonderful friend

copihue – there is no unalloyed good

corn (cockle) – gentility

daphne – glory, immortality

freesia – lasting friendship, innocence, trust

geranium – true friend, stupidity, folly, envy, gentility

geranium (oak-leaved) – (true) friendship, lady deign to smile

gillyflower – bonds of affection, lasting beauty, enduring beauty

imbricata – uprightness, sentiments of honour

indian cress – resignation, warlike trophy

laurel – glory, treachery, virtue is beauty, success

laurel (mountain) – ambition

lily (tiger) – wealth, pride, prosperity

palm – victory

poppy (yellow) – wealth, success

based on species

cedar – spiritual strength, strength, I live for thee, think of me

cereus (creeping) – modest genius

cherry blossom – spiritual beauty, insincerity, impermanence

clematis – artifice, mental beauty, poverty, filial love,

eucalyptus – protection

flax (dried) – utility

geranium (pencilled) – ingenuity

heather (white) – protection, good luck, wishes will come true

hemp – fate

honeysuckle (coral) – the colour of my fate

juniper – protection, asylum, succour

julienne (white) – despair not, god is everywhere

leadwort – holy wishes

magnolia (laurel-leaved) – high souled, dignity

penstemon azureus – high-bred

pine (pitch) – time, philosophy

reed (flowering) – confidence in heaven

schinus – religious enthusiasm

favourite colour: blue

agapanthus – no meaning

cornflower – delicacy, refinement

forget-me-not – forget me not, true love, memories

gentian – virgin pride, intrinsic worth

gentian (closed) – sweet be thy dreams

gentian (fringed) – intrinsic worth, I look to heaven, autumn

geranium (silver-leaf) – recall

hydrangea – (a) boaster, heartlessness, you are cold, dispassion, frigidity, thank you for understanding

larkspur (delphinium) – big-hearted, fun

larkspur – lightness, ardent attachment, inconstancy, levity, flights of fancy, swiftness, an open heart

nigella – perplexity, you puzzle me

morning glory – affectation, coquetry

silver weed – simplicity

based on personality

abantia – fickleness

achillea millefolia – war

aconite (christmas) – wit

adonis (flos) – sad memories, painful recollections, sorrowful remembrance

agnus castus – coldness, indifference

allspice – compassion

almond (laurel) – perfidy

anemone – forsaken

apocynum – deceit

balsam (red) – touch me not, impatient resolve

basil – hate, hatred

berberry – sourness/sharpness of temper, petulance, sharpness, sourness

bird cherry – perfidy, hope

borage – bluntness, rudeness

box – stoicism, constancy

broom (prickly) – misanthropy

buckbean – quiet, repose, calmness, calm repose

bur – rudeness, you weary me

butterfly weed – let me go

camellia (red) – unpretending excellence, you're a flame in my heart

canary grass – perseverance

cardamine – paternal error

chamomile – energy in adversity

chestnut – justice, do me justice

cistus (gum) – I shall die tomorrow

clotbur – rudeness, pertinacity

columbine (purple) – resolved to win

columbine (red) – anxious and trembling

convolvulus (blue, minor) – repose, night

convolvulus (major) – extinguished hopes

cress – stability, power

cypress – despair, mourning, death

darnel – vice

date plum – resistance

euphorbia – persistence

evergreen thorn – solace in adversity

everlasting – never-ceasing remembrance, always remembered, never ceasing memory

fig marigold – coldness of heart, idleness

frog ophrys – disgust

goosefoot (grass-leaved) – I declare war against you

greek valerian – rupture

hand flower tree – warning

harebell – submission, grief

hazel – peace, reconciliation

helenium – tears

kennedia – intellectual beauty, mental beauty

lantana – rigour, sharpness

larch – audacity, boldness

laurel (mountain) – ambition

lint – I feel my obligations

liverwort – confidence

machineel – betrayal, falsehood, duplicity

marigold – grief, contempt, trouble, inquietude, chagrin, pain, cruelty, pretty love, sacred affection, caress, sorrow

marigold (garden) – uneasiness

meadow lychnis – wit

meadow sweet – uselessness

mignonette – moral an intellectual beauty, your qualities surpass your charms, “without pretension to beauty possesses qualities which command profound respect and affection”

milfoil – war

milk vetch – your presence softens my pain

mushroom – suspicion, I can't entirely trust you

nasturtium – a warlike trophy, patriotism, resignation, conquest, victory in battle

nettle – slander, cruelty, you are spiteful

ophrys (spider) – dexterity, skill

parsley – useful knowledge, festivity, feast

persicaria – restoration

petunia – your presence softens me, thou art less proud than they deem thee

pheasant's eye – painful/sorrowful remembrance, remembrance, sorrowful memories

pride of china – dissension

raspberry – remorse

rhododendron – danger, beware, I am dangerous

serpentine cactus – horror

snakesfoot – horror

straw (single, broken) – rupture of a contract, dissension, broken agreement

sultan (yellow) – contempt

sumach (venice) – splendour, intellectual excellence

tansy – resistance, I declare war against you

thistle – misanthropy, surliness, harshness, austerity, sternness, never forget,

thistle (scotch) – retaliation

tiger flower – cruelty, for once may pride befriend me

walnut – intellect, stratagem

weeping willow – mourning, forsaken, sadness, melancholy

wood anemone – sickness, forlornness

xanthium – rudeness, pertinacity

yarrow – war, to cure, a cure for the heartache, cure for a broken heart, cure for heartache

zinnia – absence, thoughts of absent friends, I mourn your absence

misc

acanthus – the (fine) arts, artifice

geranium (ivy) – your hand for the next dance, your hand for the next quadrille?, bridal favour

viscaria – will you dance with me?

- Mod Jana

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[ofhowls]

WANTED CONNECTIONS ! below you’ll find a list of wanted connections, please fill them before i commit sewer-side. if you wanna talk, you wanna discuss – send me a message on discord ( jayden#7437 ) ! okay, that’s all.

alvarez, odette – quick summary: twenty-nine, cancer, has a daughter ( ava: played by lane ), engaged ( nicolas: played by pj ), is a florist because life’s a joke, kind of hot-headed, has a messy past we don’t talk about, would beat someone up 10/10, don’t test her, drives an ugly pick-up truck ( bella’s from twilight, don’t ask ) and owns a fluffy kitten named mango. 

plot one – mother: long story short, her mom was around 16 when she had her ( would now be in her mid 40′s ), was a prostitute who didn’t care and was all around a trash human being. odette moved into foster homes before she turned 6 and she was in and out of them throughout her entire childhood. when odette had ava, however, she moved back in. and their relationship turned messier real fast. she moved back out at eighteen and has been staying away from her mom ever since. her mom only ever contacts her for money, she’s that bitch. fc could be salma hayek, but any mexican fc in that age range is a1.

plot two – sister from another mister: odette lived on the street in her teens, often running away from foster homes because they were GROSS. i want someone from her past in sheffield. i really, really want their relationship to have been like them kiddos in the movie thirteen ( 2003 ), you know? like hella ride or die but also toxic af. fc doesn’t matter but white people are gross so a person of colour, mayhaps? they’d be either her age or older, and obviously a womf because she hates men.

* NEW ! plot three – butler: look, she’s marrying rich and i’ve already established that she’s best buds with the butler. he’s old, he’s nice, they’re just having a good time together. all that i know about him is … just that, cool! he’s worked with the talbots for ages so, you get like +3484 plots with this one. do it, i beg of you. jeremy irons is a snack and so is jeff goldblum. think about it. 

apolskis, julian – quick summary: twenty, leo, has had cancer come and go since he was 10, is a bit of an asshole, its a defence mechanism though, lost his leg a year ago, has a sister ( kitty: played by lane ), currently dating ( micah: played by patty ), is in a band, plays drums, has a deadbeat dad that his mom sends fake happy bday cards from. 

plot one – father: basically, back in the good old days ( about 11 years ago ), julian and his family lived in seattle. living their best life. and then, he got diagnosed with cancer. in came the bills and his father split. he’s been out of their lives ever since, not really giving a hot diddly darn about his son – or the rest of the family, not that i care about them. he’d be in his mid 40′s or older by now. any white male fc would work but hugh dancy is dear to me. 

* NEW ! plot two – hospital buddy: give me a friend for this motherfricker, okay? someone who might be sick, too. someone who’s been at the hospital with him, someone who knows that struggle of DYING. you feel me? this person can literally be 80 years old, i don’t care! as long as they’ve spent some time in care with my boy, maybe even roomed with him, it’s all good.

atkins, scarlett – quick summary: nineteen, gemini, mother’s a dead socialite, father is an alive asshole, used to smang her step-brother ( milo: played by pj ) before he ditched her, was kind of the queen bee before she ghosted on all her “friends” for a fancy college, got kicked out of said college for an adderall addiction, is now at rock bottom and forced to hang with the losers, super manipulative and selfish, kind of got a rough exterior. 

plot one – old friend: i really want someone who used to be friends with her either before she became miss popular or before they graduated. either way, she would’ve ditched them for bigger and better. i want beef, i want dramas – i want this bitch to suffer. before she hung with the it crowd she was a freaking mathlete, so don’t you forget it. honestly, cady heron is SHAKING. i say as i stole it from lindsay weir, whatever. she was also a cheerleader in her later years, if that helps. i’m very cliche. they’d be like nineteen, and preferably a womf but i’m not picky. 

* NEW ! plot two – father: all you gotta know about ray atkins, is that he’s garbage. he’s a rich bitch, the richest damn dude in town, and he cares approximately NOT AT ALL about his daughter. he’s constantly going back and forth between pushing her to achieve things and not acknowledging her presence. it’s a hard knock life. rape tw // there was also an instance where scout experienced assault at a party and he blamed her for drinking, so … not the nicest. on top of that, he doesn’t allow scout to speak french in the house ( her mother was french, uwu ), and that’s MEAN. anyways, any white/puerto rican man in his 40′s and up will work. 

baek, wolfgang – quick summary: thirty-five, capricorn, loves horror films and has made quite a few, dad is a famous director ( bigger in korea than the states ), has triplets because his dick is that powerful, went from mr. friend zone to mr. i’m sorry i gave you three babies at once, sort-of-dating ( ziba: played by patty ) really talkative and amazing, works at blockbuster because that’ll support a family, am i right, lads?

plot one – work pal: he’s at work a lot, ok? and he needs friends. it’s a win/win. i need someone for him to do stupid work stuff with, make working a fun experience! i want a squad like in chuck, you know? if you don’t know what i’m talking about then superstore, if you still don’t know what i’m talking about then why are you still here? age don’t matter but i would prefer if they were close in age. gender, who cares. bye.

plot two – partner in crime: basically, he makes a lot of indie flicks. he actually only moved to sheffield to work on a screenplay but… it’s been a while. i need someone who makes movies with him, though. a co-director or someone he keeps casting as the lead because bros, ok? once again, preferably close in age, gender doesn’t matter.

* NEW ! plot three – cousin: i mean, hewwo? most of his extended family is back in korea, but – but – i could imagine his aunt or uncle would’ve moved to the us shortly after his parents did. so, a cousin would be neat! someone his age, someone he can talk to about childhood stuff, someone who understands his unspoken rivalry with his father, someone to babysit his kids. they would’ve lived in florida after moving to the us, thirty and up and preferably a dude. i like dudes. but a woman would work as well. not to mention, half or fully korean!

bellefleur, kipling – quick summary: forty-eight, capricorn, born and raised in louisiana, has two kids he don’t know about ( lucia: played by britt, jude: played by patty ), a cop at the police station, lives alone with no pets because god hates him, got a partner ( elliot: played by lane ) but not in the gay way, unfortunately heterosexual, kinda grumpy, kinda just annoyingly white. 

* NEW ! plot one – hook-up: kip is a sexual being, believe it or not! and sometimes, a mans need a nut bust. he’s a great lover, i swear. but he’s not a great mans when it comes to the romantics. he does have two kids he don’t know of, after all. just give me someone he visits late at night, ignores in public and have fake deep convos with whilst sharing a cigarette in bed. really painting a picture here, aren’t i? unlike other fathers in this town, he has no interest in sleeping with someone his child’s age, so –– thirties and up!

cheung, beatrice – quick summary: twenty-five, aries, middle school teacher, a big fucking lesbian, dating ( kaylee: played by patty )super sociable and outgoing, literally loves partying and hanging out with the youths, self-proclaimed big sister to just about every teen out there, works part-time as a waitress at the diner, used to be engaged but we don’t talk about that, foster kid with no connection to blood-related family. 

plot one – coworker: someone at the diner! just someone to have her back, to gossip with, to hang out with after shifts, to just be gal pals with, you know? she needs more gal pals. i love throwing movie references in there, but – think whiplash with ellen page. that kind of aesthetic, that kinda shit. from mid to late twenties, a woman because i don’t care for men. 

plot two – pseudo-sibling: i want her to really play the big sister role with someone! have a little baby she can pass all her heaux wisdom down on. just a wee bean that she considers a little sibling of sorts. she could even house them for a bit since she’s back to living alone! they’d have to be in their teens and gender, once again, does not matter!

* NEW ! plot three – foster sibling: she already has like fifteen, so give her another. tris is probably the youngest among the bunch and owen ( played by fanny ) is somewhere in the middle. it’s just a nice jewish household that fostered a lot kids, cool? any fc, any ethnicity, any gender! just older than twenty-five, is all i’m asking. neat, thank you for coming to my ted talk. 

cowell, stefan – quick summary: twenty-nine, scorpio, construction worker, married ( lumen: played by pj ), got a little sister who he always fights with ( arella: played by kt, whenever she returns to us ), hates dogs, kind of a prick, a huge prick actually, sort of running from the law but like on the low-key, always 100% done with just about everyone’s shit. 

plot one – work buddy: like i said, he works construction. and i want him to have one friend. like a singular friend. someone to grab a beer with, someone who he doesn’t wanna strangle. it’ll be a miracle but it’s a miracle i deserve damnit. they’d have to be in their late twenties or older, a dude and any fc. 

plot two – neighbour: it sounds like a basic plot, but i promise you – it’s worth it! i want him to have a god damn family feud plot going on, okay? i want them to fight, i want neighbours ( 2013 ) as a plot on tumblr dot com. i want him to hate them and i want them to hate him. fc don’t matter! gender don’t matter! preferably around his age or older, though. 

halonen, oliver – quick summary: thirty, aquarius, part-time mechanic, part-time bartender ( think coyote ugly because that’s hot ), used to be engaged ( marty: played by tasha ), got a fake daughter ( pauline: played by pj ), has some slight drug issues she’s working out atm, also her dad’s back from the dead ( uriah: played by lane ), she’s super nice and cute and you should all love her sarcastic ass. 

plot one – work friend: i feel like i just want everyone to have coworkers, but listen… i genuinely just do. either someone that works as a mechanic alongside her or another bartender who sometimes uses their bod for tips, it’s all good. i want her to have one friend her own god damn age, you know? they’d have to be a gal because men are smelly. age would be around her own and that’s it!

plot two – dealer: listen… drugs come from somewhere. and even if she’s not currently using, i’d love for her to have that dynamic. maybe she owes them money, we can make it hella messy or we can make them chill pals, idc! i just need her dealer her and i need them to push some drugs. plus it’s a buy one get one for free type of deal ( see my plots for ed further down ). i want them to be a little older than herself but other than that it’s free for interpretation. 

* NEW ! plot three – drug bud: this bitch is from texas and this bitch did a lot of drugs in texas. she spent her early twenties high as fuck, overdosed at 24 and then got clean. legend? yes. she’s got a lot of good influences, aside from one particular asshole, and i just want her to be more pulled into old habits! let her have some friends from her old life of criminality and drugs come to sheffield and shake things up. any fc and gender, though they’d have to be in their 30′s!

hodgins, nathaniel – quick summary: twenty-one, gemini, works as chef at the pub, skipped college to help his mama with the bills, got a cutie-patootie golden retriever, dad is in prison after a drunk driving accident that killed a 10 year old, moved to sheffield a few years ago for a fresh start, a big ass home of sexual, has a crush on a comp het ( vince: played by pj ), loves his mother more than anything, only child, conceals trauma with humour and bad puns. 

* NEW ! plot one – ex-something: now, i’m not saying they dated. i’m saying they hooked up and it never lead anywhere. it can be angsty, it can be fine, it can be a garbage fire. we can work out the details whenever, i’m cool like that. any fc and any gender, though preferably in their early twenties!

holstad, damian – quick summary: eighteen, aries, the biggest fuccboi you’ve ever laid your eyes upon, fucked your girlfriend ( and he meant it ), brother to the biggest loser in town ( lou: played by tasha ), parties every weekend, best friends with the second biggest fuccboi in town ( artemus: played by nico ), kinda soft but he won't ever let you know that, has a crush on his brother’s bff ( pauline: played by pj ).

plot one – ex-girlfriend: it’s simply unrealistic that he hasn’t dated at least one of the fifty bazillion girls he’s smanged. now, it’s probable they didn’t last more than a few months but its still a plot I NEED. she’d be either a junior or senior in high school right now. so, either graduating now or next year. face claim don’t matter. it’s possible he cheated, he’s an asshole like that.

* NEW ! plot two – more fuccpeople: at this point, i’m collecting them. there are a bunch of fuccbois in damian’s life right now, and i need there to be more. there needs to be a whole fracking pack of them. just running around town, smanging ladies and taking names. could’ve played football with him, could’ve graduated with him, could’ve just lived next door – i dunno! around eighteen… a boy, or a girl! fuccgirls are VALID too. 

kinney, sawyer – quick summary: twenty, sagittarius, volunteers at animal shelter, studying to become a vet, loves animals more than she’ll ever love a man, has a rescued bunny named waffles, her parents died in a car-crash we don’t talk about it, has a younger brother ( grayson: played by patty ), soccer is her life, also wanna fuck the soccer coach ( elliot: played by lane ), her first ‘kiss’ was a dare at age 5 with her cousin ( holden: played by pj ) for an ice cream, did i mention she loves animals, takes virginities for charity, happened once but i demand its a thing now, boinking mr edgelord ( quentin: played by pj ).

plot one – team mates: soccer is cool! soccer is for champions! she’s currently the team captain of the local all-girls soccer team, i know – such a title. and i want her to have more of a team. so gather up your gals in their late teens to early twenties and kick some balls around!

plot two – ex-boyfriend: before she swiped virginities and had sex with boys who love serial killers, she probably had a steady boyfriend. kind of a puppy-love-they’ll-probably-get-married-straight-out-of-high-school relationship, you know? they probably broke up because they were way too young and it was more of an availability thing rather than genuine attachment. does that make sense? it’s a small town! their parents probably loved their child’s respective partner than they loved each other. 20-22, any boy of any fc i’m not picky.

* NEW ! plot three – enemy: it’s a hard plot to ask for, but i request you hear me out. she never fights with anyone. she’s SO NICE. a walking mary sue, i swear. and she’s just friends with everyone. it’s boring! give me someone that gets under her skin! someone for her to absolutely fucking hate! for no reason or for a reason, idk! around twenty-one, any gender.

larsen, margaret – quick summary: forty-two, libra, has one terrible son ( teddy: played by lane ), though she loves him more than anything, left the country because she was a hoe, mortician, got knocked up by her professor that one time, kind of boinking her son’s bandmate ( holden: played by pj ), doing her best all the time but keeps on making mistakes, the biggest mama-bear you’ll ever stumble upon. 

plot one – ex-hook-up: listen, she left the states to study in the uk – mostly to get away from her parents – but also because she had a bit of a reputation. like, a really bad one. so if you have a character, or want to play a character, that grew up in sheffield and are in their forties… wink wonk. that’s it. that’s the plot. 

* NEW ! plot two – hater, hater: peggy was a skank in her youth, okay? she was a downright slut and she probably rubbed a lot of people the wrong way. she most likely still does! so, i want some judgmental hoes up in this bitch. i want them to bicker and i want it to be very small-town-desperate-housewives-esque. any lady. preferably around her age range, would’ve lived in sheffield all her life.

* NEW ! plot three – best friend: peggy only ever speaks to kids, it’s weird. give her. bud, and like i said above… desperate housewives is a fucking neat ass show. they can drink wine and they can gossip and they can judge her for the people she’s sleeping with. or, well, person. any woman in her 40′s, please and thank.

mullin, casper – quick summary: fifteen, aries, fucking love aliens, the government is lying to y’all, has got a whole ass squad of friends, kinda gay for one of them ( eli: played by pj ), kinda intimidated by another ( ava: played by lane ), if it wasn't obvious he’s a gay, has a pupper that means the world to him, always investigates creepy shit because he is that white person.

plot one – disgraced nuclear physicist: you heard me. basically just the plot of back to the future. someone a bit ( a lot ) older than casper himself that kinda takes him under their wing. they’re as nutty as him when it comes to conspiracy theories, and maybe they feed his ideas and stuff when it comes to the shit going on in town. please and thank you. 

pearce, minoo – quick summary: twenty-one, aquarius, the biggest of edgelords, expert in stick n poke tattoos, hates her family, loves their big ass dog, a military brat, skated pretty much everywhere because she’s a walking cliche, not anymore though cause her bff broke it ( vince: played by pj ), invented grunge, would kill herself for the lead singer of zero boys, wants her mom to die ( rachel: played by lane ), wants the cop who's trying to get in her pants to die even more ( sera: played by tasha ), almost dropped out of high school fifty times but i forgot to make it canon. 

* NEW ! plot one – enemy: i love enemies. anyways, mj is a fucking bitch. she’s so edgy, she’s not like other girls, and she definitely would end up in a fight with just about anybody. there’s no way in HECK there aren’t people in town who hate her guts. they could’ve gone to college with her, they could’ve gone to high school with her, i dunno! i just want her to FIGHT. preferably a girl, preferably in her age range. 

oswalt, kevin – quick summary: nineteen, virgo, had the most tumultuous of childhoods involving both kidnapping and murder, she doesn’t talk about it, has sort-of-a-boyfriend ( jamie: played by pj ), and a definitely best friend ( pippa: played by lane ), currently living with her father ( dalton: played by britt ) without the knowledge that she’s his daughter, her life is messy, she likes books and writing, thinks sheffield is kinda fascinating, the biggest of nerds, kinda awkward but we forgive her. 

plot one – brother: we already have her father, mother ( marion: played by nesh ), and two sisters ( lila: played by luna, and hazel: played by fanny ), and now all that’s missing is the second youngest kid! he’d be like 21 years old, white with blue eyes because that’s a trait near and dear to us, and … a dude-bro. we have this hc that he’s in a band and kinda just does his own thing. free-spirit. also, to summarise the family history REAL QUICK – you can ask for more deets – kev got kidnapped, family fell apart, marion and dalton got divorced, the kids chose sides, markus ( the brother ) chose to stay neutral, they moved away while dalton stayed, and now they’re all back. 

plot two – study pal: not quite as in-depth as the one above, but! she needs a study pal. she’s currently attending the local college and she has zero friends who actually go to school. give me someone for her to work on stupid projects with, someone she’s forced to get to know and get out of her comfort zone with. they’d be 19-20 and fc/gender has no importance. 

sutton, eduardo – quick summary: fifty-two, taurus, literal fucking drug-lord, gang leader, owns the silhouette bar outside of town, loves his daughter a lot ( carmen: played by britt ), never smoked a weed in his life, jk, lost his wife a bazillion years ago, now banging the woman who failed save her ( lorelai: played by patty ), has three dogs which he kinda loves more than his daughter, killed a lot of mens in his life, just all around a good dude. 

plot one – brother: ed comes from an cuban-catholic family from new orleans and his father was kind of an asshole but his mom was alright. however, he was always closest to his little brother. so please, for the love of god, play him. you’ll get to play an uncle if you do, it’s pretty hot. any cuban fc in their late forties would work, but raul esparza is a hot fucking take. 

plot two – gang members: he’s a gang leader, ok? he needs more to lead. they hang out at the silhouette bar, push drugs through town and are all around just a good group of people. give me all of them to be honest. think the southside serpents from riverdale. or whatever they’re called in sons of anarchy. fc and gender and stuff don’t matter, however – ed would never allow someone under twenty-five. he’s a family man. 

talbot, mikhail – quick summary: thirty, pisces, the softest boy you’ll ever meet, a nurse at the local hospital, got a kid on the way, dating a ginger bitch ( liza: played by pj ), best friends with his cousin ( nic: also played by pj ), best friends with his ex ( emma: played by lane and not pj ) coaches the kids football team during his spare time, also works a couple of shifts at his father’s ( robert: played by luna ) hardware store, really just genuinely fucking nice, kinda depressed but you’d never know. 

plot one – high school friends: he’s lived in sheffield his whole life. he was on the football team, he was popular – he was a fun dude to hang with. it’s unrealistic none of his high school friends stuck around. so! give me a couple of those. they can be anybody as long as they’re around thirty years old.

plot two – kids to coach: self-explanatory, really. but if you want to play a kid on the football team, speak now or forever hold your peace. teens, boys probably because sports ball is sexist, just someone for him to coach and teach the way of sports ball life. 

weathers, elizabeth – quick summary: forty-two, sagittarius, freaking neurotic, forgets her own son ( eli: played by pj ), remembers her other every now and again ( jesse: played by nico ), wishes she could forget her husband ( andy: played by lane ), her bestest and smallest son was taken from her almost two years ago, yes this plot came before she was winona ryder don’t judge me, stay at home mom yet has no reason to stay at home.

* NEW ! plot one – emotional support: the woman lost her son, she needs like a mom support group on facebook. she needs someone who understands her loss. maybe someone who’s lost their own kid, obviously not to a giant bunny, but it’d still be kind of relatable. someone she can discuss her divorce plans with, you know? a woman in her forties, i’ll accept nothing else. 

#all posts / ooc.

[speedsies]

so to celebrate the new art blog, here’s a set of OCs from a Power Rangers team based around Fruits and RPG Classes called Power Rangers: Ripe Knights. Character bios are under the cut (in a W order from left to right) if you wanna know more about them, otherwise enjoy !!

Full Name: Alexandra "Lexa" Palmer Age: 20 Occupation: University Student Personality: Kind, Open, Assertive Class/Trainer: Mage/Ser Péche Lexa was born and raised in [TOWN NAME], spending all her life there, aside from family vacations and such. She is the youngest of four, as well as the only girl in her family, with two fathers and three older brothers. As a child, Lexa was given all the encouragement she could want or need, though more than she'd grow to want. She loves her Dads, but they can be a bit extra sometimes. Lexa was the first to grab a Basket Buckle from the injured Knights and stand up to the invading forces of Roh'ten, using Ser Péche's powers of the Peach to become the Pink Ranger. Though her spells didn't always work out initially, she eventually grows into a capable and powerful Mage. Through her dedication to training and the team, she is the first to unlock her Knight Mode, and become a powerhouse of magical abilities. Lexa knows of Brianna's feelings for her (she is painfully aware of how people are when they like someone, having grown up in a household full of boys who were Very Bad at hiding crushes (this includes her Dads)). She reciprocates them, but wants to let Brianna make the first move. The waiting is painful, and she is nearing her breaking point. __________________________________ Full Name: Milo Cruz Age: 20 Occupation: Smoothie Bar Employee Personality: Relaxed, Confident, Thoughtful Class/Trainer: Rogue/Ser Lim Milo was raised from birth by their single mother, Gert Cruz, and grew up in the loft above her Smoothie Bar, eventually working there as they got older. They immediately hit it off with their cousin, Brianna, and did whatever they could to help her settle in as best she could. She was the first person they came out as non-binary to, their mother being the second (taking a lot of encouragement from Brianna). 

As Milo grew up and became more aware of things, they began to become sort of advice-giver, filling the Bartender archetype nicely (though obviously with smoothies instead of cocktails). Though, with this came an attitude of "I can handle other people's situations pretty easily, therefore I can handle mine on my own even easier". This lead to them very much bottling a lot of stuff up. They obtain Knight Mode by finally reaching out to others for help, stepping up to be their cousin's second-in-command.

Milo has a lot of trouble with attraction-based stuff and decided a while ago to take an "it is what it is" approach. Hoshi’s approaches though... __________________________________  Full Name: Brianna Landry (born Princess Hera of Ry'hiip) Age: 20 Occupation: Smoothie Bar Employee/Heir to the Kingdom of Ry’hiip Personality: Brave, Protective, Headstrong Class/Trainer: Warrior/None (later Queen Cheri’s spirit) Seperated from her birth parents as an infant, Brianna was raised in a foster home until she was 14, when she moved to [TOWN NAME] for High School. While there, she lived with her Aunt Gert and cousin, Milo. Gert owned the local Smoothie Bar, which Brianna and Milo were allowed to work at on weekends, eventually working there full-time upon Graduation from High School. On top of Smoothie Serving, Brianna also does Mechanics in her spare time, having been building her own motorcycle since for a year prior to the events of PR:RK. Shortly after her 20th birthday, she and her friends are met by three strangers who claim to be Knights from another dimension, and that she is the heir and destined protector of the formerly ruling kingdom there. Though wary and unsure initially, she is able to step up and become the Red Ranger when her friends are put in danger (mostly to bale them out because they were the ones that took the magic belts and became Power Rangers to begin with). It took Brianna a bit longer than the others to attain Knight Mode, though she eventually does unlock it when she realises that the Strength she needs to lead is not physical. She has had feelings for Lexa for several years now, but has never spoken up about it for many reasons, the latest of which being that they're Power Rangers and need to focus on saving the world before dating. Though, she plans to confess once the Earth and Ry'hiip are safe. __________________________________ Full Name: Prince Hoshi Hikari of Su’tarr Age: 20 Occupation: Smoothie Bar Employee/Heir to the Kingdom of Su’tarr Personality: Flirtatious, Naive, Absent-Minded Class/Trainer: Cleric/Ser Conste (formerly) Hoshi was very much sheltered from the Roh’ten ruled lands, given that the Queens of Su’tarr had erected a magical shield around their Kingdom to protect from the malevolent forces. He grew up as an idealist, dreaming of new ways to ensure that the Kingdom continued to prosper. Though, he didn’t find out just how fruitless his plans would be until just after his 18th birthday, when Roh’ten managed to pierce the Star Shield and take his mothers captive. He escaped with the help of his trainer, Ser Conste, who gifted him his birthright of the Orion Star Belt, his personal morpher. With this, Hoshi wandered the land for two years, before utilizing Roh’ten’s own gateway to Earth to escape.

When he first arrived in town (and this dimension), he introduced himself as Brianna's betrothed, claiming their parents had arranged their marriage since birth to unite the two Kingdoms; a fact confirmed by Ser Péche. Once he officially joined the team, Brianna took him aside and explained "Dude, I'm gay" to which he immediately replied "Thank the gods, me too". Eventually, Hoshi gains access to a powerup of his own, though this form involves fusing his powers with one of his teammates, allowing them a temporary boost into Royal Mode. He works in the smoothie bar alongside Milo and Brianna, and is an insatiable flirt with any customers he finds even slightly attractive. __________________________________ Full Name: Austin Jules McKay Age: 21 Occupation: Unemployed Personality: One Track Minded, Humourous, Determined Class/Trainer: Ranger/Ser Lem Austin had a less than ideal childhood, his family moved around a lot, and he was always branded as a troublemaker anywhere he went due to his older brother's reputation as an incarcerated criminal. Eventually, he started acting like everyone expected him to, acting out without thinking and no regard for consequences. This has gotten him into trouble before, and may well again. He dropped out of High School because of these troubles, and didn’t meet up with his future teammates until less than a month before the team received their powers. Though since becoming a Power Ranger, he has tried to put right what he made wrong in whatever way he can. Reconciling with his Mother is part of what lead him to unlock Knight Mode, the other part being helping a group of kids not make the same mistakes he did, and gain more confidence in himself to do what's right. He does, however, still get into some strife, but nothing as serious as he used to. Eventually, he starts casually flirting with a barista downtown, whether it goes anywhere is anyone's guess.

#power rangers #power rangers oc #speeds ocs #original characters #my art #ripe knights #lexa palmer #milo cruz #brianna landry #hoshi hikari #austin mckay #also have coloured versions but i need to figure out how to get good photos of coloured art before i post those lmao #anyways i love these kids + i've had them for like two years ish and on;y recently drew them so lmao

[dachi-chan25]

Life’s Not a Song AU

“I won’t go” Sansa was determined to stand her ground now more that ever, she refused to go South again.

Her father sighed while her mother looked at her perplexed and hurt, of course she would, she remembered that innocent obidient girl she sent to her sister to foster at the Vale, but she had long since stopped being her, in fact she barely recalled what it felt like to be that naive girl, that starry-eyed Sansa Stark seemed like a far away dream now.

“You must” said Catelyn gathering strenght, what in heaven had happened to her sweet girl? “King Rhaegar wishes to make your aquintance, we are in no position to refuse”

“Why not?” she was in the border of hysterics, she wasn’t going to leave Winterfell, her own home when she had just returned! “He is the one who has no right to ask anything of us after what he did to Aunt Lyanna!”

Ned looked sadly at his daughter, the pretty and gente girl who dreamed with songs and princes, maybe it would have been better if he and Cat had made her more aware of how the real world was like before sending her out to it. Now it was too late, only the gods know what got on Sansa’s head for her to act like this.

“That is precisely the reason why” said Catelyn “the King wishes to make amends with the North looking for a advatageous match for you in the Capital, you’ll attend the court, and the tourneys, all you’ve ever wanted”

“I don’t want it anymore!” she half- screamed, half-sobbed “Nobody will ever marry me for love! I am not so stupid to believe so, not anymore. Make a match with whatever lord you see fit but don’t send me away.”

Catelyn’s heart broke, what girl of barely five and ten would say such a thing? Why had her beautiful girl given up all her hopes and dreams?

“You will go” Ned had his stern Lord of Winterfell face on. As a father it was hard to see his daughter in such a state, he barely knew what had transpired at the Vale for she refused to speak about it. But as a Lord Paramount of the North he had to obey the King, Sansa’s attitude was all to similar to Lyanna refusing to marry Robert and he despaired to think she would have a similar fate, he would not allow it.

Besides he still hoped a taste of the luxury of the court life and all the things Sansa had loved so well in the past could make her return to her old sweet and gente self, he realised how foolish that hope was, but it was all he could do for her at the moment.

. .

Elia stepped in on Jon’s solar, the boy had been sulky since his father had announced the impeding visit of his cousin, as far as she knew Jon liked the Starks very well since the one time Rhaegar had allowed him to visit Winterfell, but for some reson he had taken with dread the vist of his mother’s kin.

Lyanna.

Once upon a time her very name caused tears to fill her eyes, once upon a time the name casted a shadow on her heart, once upon a time looking at Jon’s little face her was all she could think about. But that time was long gone.

She could only wish the Seven or maybe even the old Northern gods may keep to her soul, whatever hurt she had caused Elia was in the past, one can’t after all question the dead, and she had never been keen on taking children by their parent’s misdeeds.

Rhaegar may have humilliated, disappoint and betrayed her but she was a Martell through and through unbowed in spirit, unbent in her gentleness and unbroken in dignity.

She sitted herself beside him and tapped his nose with her finger like she usted to do when he and Aegon were little more that babes.

He scrunched up his nose and smiled despite himself.

“What is troubling you?” she asked now that she had cracked him up from his brooding

Jon sighed “You should not concern yourself with me Your Grace”

This new attitude was exahusting, ever since Jon had learned what transpired on the Rebellion, guilt had flooded him. The poor dear barely one and ten at that time had cried and asked for her forgiveness on his mother’s stead. Countless of times after Harrenhall’s tourney had she dreamed of Rhaegar or Lyanna doing the same and after she woke she felt a satisfaction so fierce it frightened her, but when she had little Jon on his knees, the babe that had won her heart as soon as he smiled his thoothless grin at her in his crib even though she had tried to steel herself to despise and ignore him, it broke her, made her ashamed of ever wanting to hate him. She had embraced him and tried to explain it was not his fault, but from that moment on he became brooding and elusive with her.

“If you don’t want to talk to me as a mother then as Queen I bid you to tell me”

“My cousin is coming to court” He began staring intently at the patterned rug on the floor.

“I already knew that my dear, why it was me who asked the King to call for her in the first place”

He turned with wide eyes to look at her “Y-you? So it doesn’t offend you?”

Elia shook her head gently “I have already told you the Starks never did anything for me to hate them all, your cousin wasn’t even born at the time of the conflict” but then a thought ocurred to her, what if his aprehension for his cousin presence was the fact that the girl, Lady Sansa, beared an uncanny resemblance to Lyanna, would she bear to look upon that face again? “D-does she look a lot like Lady Lyanna?” her voice sounded frail and insecure even to her own ears and she hated it.

“No” he scrunched his nose again “Nothing farther from it Your Grace, my cousin, Lady Sansa looks just like her mother Lady Catelyn”

The sigh of relief that escaped her was also a thing she hated. Still she managed to compose herself, she rose from her seat straightening her dress and run her hands softly through Jon’s dark curls. Gods she missed those times when Aegon and Jon would run up to her to tell her about their games or their training, now she had a very brooding young man and a married son living in Dragonstone.

“She is so prissy” he murmured suddenly.

Elia giggled amused “Lady Sansa?” he nodded, and Elia just looked at him with tenderness, he was so very young still “So was I my dear, once while my mother, brother and I traveled across the Reach to meet potential matches, we were at Oldtown and I believed I had found my true love, his name was Baelor Hightower, he was just the perfect knight, the sort you hear about in the songs, tall and handsome– What?” he was rolling his eyes and she just knew what his answer would be.

“You sound just like her” he said quite uncomfortable “Talking about songs, and handsome knights, it’s just so silly”

“Is it? Because I remember very clearly when you shouted I am Aemon the Dragonknight!” she said rising her voice to a childlish wail in imitation to Jon younger’s self voice “when Aegon, Rhaenerys, Viserys,Daenerys and you played together”

His face was red “I was a child!”

She arched an eyebrow amused “Were you? Well now I clearly remember when you were one and ten and the King allowed you to go North you returned bent on joining the Night’s Watch, you were quite dazzled by your Uncle Benjen and when the King allowed for you to visit the Wall you were so disappointed you cried. How is it any worse dreaming about songs? Everyone has dreams and hopes that they wish were true”

He hid his hands in his palms ashamed “You win your Grace”

“Now as I was saying he was perfect in my eyes until one day” she laughed despite herself gods just the memory was enough to feel like that young and naive maiden had been “he– he farted in front of us” her laugh was uncontrollable at his point and she heard Jon’s faint chuckle join her “but the worst was that after that my brother Oberyn whispered in my ear he should be called Baelor Breakwind instead of Brightsmile and I–” she had to stop for laughter was leaving her breathless “Gods poor lad, I just couldn’t look him in the face without laughing.”

Her laughter died little by little leaving just a trace of a smile.

“But know I am a different person, lots of Lords have farted and done all manner of ungracious things in front of me and I am able to keep my composture in front of them and treat them as always, people can surprise you in the way they change Jon, be good to your cousin she’ll certainly need all the friends she can in the court, you know how it is” He nodded solemnly. Jon didn’t believed his cousin had changed at all but he would be as good and courteous as he could for the Queen’s sake.

. .

He was in for a surprise.

She arrived at Kings Landing on horseback instead of traveling by carriage as he expected of her, her fiery red hair braided tightly and bouncing against her back, sharp cheekbones, her blue eyes clearer in the sunlight, yet no amount of sun seemed to take away the chilly aura around her. Not at all the girl he remembered, the one with a rosy face and chubby cheeks.

She was pretty even back then, but she was beginning to be something more, beautiful didn’t fit quite right there was something otherwordly and untouchable about her, Jon felt a shameful pang of longing in his chest and he felt fear grip his heart.

Father had forbidden Aegon and Myrcella’ s presence, at first it had seemed ridiculous to him, Queen Elia shared his opinion and discused the subject hotly with his father, but now he began to understand, his father thought his brother would surely be enraptured by his cousin’s Northern beauty and would repeat history, he wasn’t sure that would be the case though, as alike as father and Aegon were in the burden that seemed to weight them both down, Egg (and Jon shared this opinion) had decided from a very young age he would never sire a bastard.

His brother was an honorable man Jon knew, never visited brothels, never got on his cups, always polite and attentive if a bit distant. No, the Egg he knew and loved would never, but then again Jon Connington and Arthur Dayne had had the same high opinion about his father once, and yet here he was the product of King Rhaegar and Lyanna Stark broken honor.

He felt fear because for an instant he desired her, even if he didn’t like her personality at all, a look of her deep blue eyes was enough for him to forget and that shared him.

She came to a stop in the gates of the Red Keep, her guard were no more than 6 or 7 stren faced northerns all riding behind her. She dismounted with grace, giving a last pat in to her magnificent brown mare. Her dress was of simple grey color, with her house’s direwolf sigil emboidered in silver thread at the left side of her chest, a blue cloack around her shoulders, he noticed there was nothing fashionable or well-put about her appereance, she was about to meet the King in clothes fit only to travel, the girl he met at Winterfell would have been horrified but maybe there was an explanation, they got robbed on the road and her clothes were taken with them money, that could have been so but her guard still had their swords and that was the first thing robbers took.

Even in her less than aproppiate garments and state she walked gracefuly to stand before them, her chin high and expression unreadable.

She is doing this on purpose

The realisation hit him as soon as she made a perfect courtesy in front of the King and Queen, he could not quite explain it and mayhaps it was only his mind, but there was something almost fierce in her manners, she looked delicate and refined one would take her for a Princess in the way she carries herself but there was something there in the glint of her eyes, something almost savage.

. .

She walked up to the royal family with her head held high, she must be causing quite the impression with her hair in such a simple almost lazy style, probably it looked messy, she hoped it did. Ser Jory had told her to change her clothes in the carriage her father had sent and she had refused him, now there was no denying that part of her wished desesperatly to do it, to brush and dress her hair in the southern fashion to wear one of the silk dresses her mother had made her herself, but no, the King and her cousin Jon deserved for her to be with a mud-stained riding dress and her hair a bird’s nest when she greeted them, this small and simple act of rebellion would most likely to unnoticed, courtesy was a lady’s amor and a Lady she would be, no one would find a fault in her manners even if her appereance wasn’t the best, no Lord or heir would find her attractive or sweet like this though, and that is just what she wanted, she wanted to give King Rhaegar the hardest of times finding her a bethroted, even if she had to act half wild as Arya she would go back North as she came: unbethroted.

She droped into a practised courtesy making sure her hair was visible, that her dirty dress caught his attention “My King”

“Rise LadySansa” he commanded in a rich deep voice fit for his title.

He was wearing black just like the songs said, some said he wore it for his father, some said it was for her Aunt Lyanna, and others said it was for repentance for the pain he had caused his Kingdom, many called him Aegon III come again “the broken King of a broken realm”. And she almost believed it for the deep sadness in his eyes, but she did not allowed her compassion to win out, she had been brought here as his repentance to the North, the King doing good to the Starks, choosing her a bethroted himself, allowing her to asist court and staying in the Red Keep as his honored guest, but she refused to be so, Littlefinger and Aunt Lysa had played enough games with her mind back in the Vale, she had barely escaped their claws, she refused to be someone’s pawn anymore. “I am happy to make your aquintance my dear” said Queen Elia smiling warmly “Your cousin has told me quite a bit about you”

Sansa stilled for a moment, Queen Elia had been something of a wild card in her view, there were so many opinions she heard on the Vale about her… Yet looking at her face was quite different than she had imagined she expected coldness and resentment, she expected a sickly and tired Queen, that was not the truth at all. Queen Elia was regal and beautiful, there were no wrinkles on her face and her hair was pitch black, she looked far younger than the King and more lively too, her kindness had seemed genuine but Sansa doubted very much her cousin had said a single good thing about her. His bad opinion of her after all had been what pushed her parents to send her away to the Vale in the first place. So either the Queen was lying for courtesy or was mocking her in some secret way.

“Then I must thank my dear cousin for his kindness your grace, I am very grateful for your invitation” she replied with a smile. Playing the fool would be the best with the Queen, at least she hoped so, and Aunt Lysa had always said she even looked like one.

“You must be very tired Lady Sansa” the King spoke again turning to look at his son “Jon, take your cousin to her room”

Her cousin stepped forth, he was always so easy to overlook, she kind of envied him. He looked every bit the Targaryen Prince in his fine clothes, yet his manners were awkward and stitled, his feautures Northern, he bowed and mumbled something she couldn’t quite catch in his gruff voice and then offered his arm.

She took it. “My Prince”

He led her through the doors where the Throne room was, the sight was impressive yet ominious, the whole room was bathed in a strange red light that made everything seem as if it were convered in blood, the effect was especially frightening in the Iron Throne were blood covered swords seemed to point menacingly in every direction what an awful sight must be having the mourning King in black sitted atop the bloody throne surrounded by those monstrous black dragon skulls, it must be terrifying for the petitioners she thought, Winterfell’s court was very different for the southern ones, yet she thought it was them kindest and ironically warmest she had seen by far.

Then he took her across the castle’s corridors, which looked all very similar with their red stone walls and Targaryens banners everywhere, until they reached the tower were Baelor the Blessed had kept his sisters, her cousin had explained in a practiced kind voice His Grace had heard of her love of songs and stories and tought she would like to stay here.

She looked at him with coldness “I am sure the chambers are more than adequate and comfortable my Prince, but I must clarify I am a child no longer, things like stories and songs matter very little to me now”

He snorted “I find that very hard to believe”

“I care very little about your beliefs my Prince” she adressed his title with venom dripping from her voice “I just ask you to stop spreading things that are no longer true about me”

She intended to walk past him to enter her chambers when he grabbed her arm.

“Why are you doing this?” he hissed “All this show you put about not caring about what anyone thinks about you, I met you before my Lady, you thrived on people’s attention”

She gritted her theeth, he had no idea what he was taliking about, but why would he? “I am not putting on a show, I really don’t care, I am not interested in playing court games and if you excuse me I am rather tired” she yanked her arm out of his grip and run for her chambers bolting the dolor shut behind her.

. .

Elia once again stepped in Jon’s solar, Lord Varys had informed her the Prince had left his cousin’s company in a very foul mood, he had been most of the day on the training yard taking his rage out on starw man and any squire and knight willing to fight him, Jon wasn’t like that he was usualy very tempered she couldn’t imagine what could have happened for him to be a angry, he had even refused to eat with them and had asked for a bath and food to be sent to his rooms. Elia’s opinion on Sansa was not yet complete, the girl seemed a true Lady charming and well mannered, yet there was something that made her feel sad when she watched the girl she couldn’t quite point it out but she had always been perceptive to people’s moods and sadness rolled out of Lady Sansa in waves.

Her step-son was sitted his balcony overlooking the tower where his cousin was staying in full brooding mood, the food on his table was untouched but his cup of wine was almost empty.

“Jon” she called to him softly.

He turned to her with that stubborn expression she knew so well for it bear a resemblance to Rhaegar.

“What happened with Lady Sansa? You seem to be so angry yet she was perfectly fine at luncheon”

“Of course she would be” he muttered angrily “She is impossible that is what happened!”

“Was she overly talkative or is this about the knights and songs again?” she asked crossing her arms across her chest.

“No, It’s nothing like that, I was trying so hard to do what you asked, I was even willing to indulge in her love for songs yet she dismissed my concern and my courtesies” he said running his hand through his hair like Elia knew he was wont to do when he was frustrated.

Elia frowned “You said concerns, why would you be concerned about her my dear? Is she unwell? Does she miss her home terribly?”

He shook his head “I– I don’t really know how to explain it but I got this feeling–” he paused looking for the correct words “well that is not the important thing, it’s just I was trying to get her to smile and talk with her about songs, and she got angry, she told me she was not intrested in such a things anymore”

“That is certainly a strange behaviour and I think there must be something behind it as well” Elia began to worry, she understood that attitude very well, she had loved stories and court life, all the legends about the Dragon Kings and the Red Keep filled her head with sweet dreams…until she married Rhaegar and the talks began behind her back, her own husband’s supporters thought her unworthy of their prince, her goodfather openly sneered at her and rejected her beautiful Rhaenerys in front of the whole court, the Hand’s King Lord Tywin was fervently hoping her death so he could marry his daughter to Rhaegar, Rhaegar himself with his betrayal… The dream shattered and for a time she could not bear to have singers or mummer shows in court celebrating her husband’s victory when she knew the truth behind it. “I could talk with her if you wish, we woman do tend to be more at ease with each other than with a man”

“No I don’t think that would do any good” he said with a tired sigh, lines of worry etched on his face “she already thinks I am quite the gossip, she actually asked me to stop talking about her with you and father”

Elia cracked up at the image of Jon as a Second Lord Varys whispering in people’s ears and spreading gossip in the court “Well then I will leave it be, but I shall ask of you to act in a manner fit for a Prince, you have responsabilities Jon, I know you younglings always thought me fastidious going on and on about your duties to the realm, but I don’t care if being a nag helps me get the message through your thick skulls, you need to come down to take your meals with me and your father, you need to be courteous with your cousin and talk only good things about her to any Lord or knight who asks you after her and keep an eye out for who would be a good match, the King I��m afraid would not be able to make the wisest decision ragarding this matter if he relies only in his own opinion, you are her kin Jon, even if you don’t like each other very much you are the closest thing she has to her family here and I am sure Lord Eddard will appreciate it very much if you look after her, also the tourney I know it isn’t something you like but it’s expected of you to participate.”

“We never thought you were fastidious your Grace” well Viserys certainly did, Jon remembered breaking his uncle’s nose once for such a coment, but Daenerys,Rhaenerys, Aegon and himself always took very seriously her advices “and I– I am sorry for acting this way, I’ll try to be better” he was ashamed of his attitude but Lady Sansa had a way to twist him in a way nobody had before, still he would try to reign himself in, she was his kin and he planned on treating her as such no matter what.

“That’s all I wanted to hear”

. .

Dickon couldn’t help but cringe, the smell gods! It was disgusting, this mix of salt water, fish and shit only grew stronger as they neared King’s Landing, he almost wished he could be in the carriage along his sister’s and Lady mother smelling their soft floral perfumes and eating the delicious treats they were sure enjoying, a silly fantasy he knew for his Lord father would never allow him to travel as a weakling.

“Don’t make that face boy” reprimanded the stern voice of his Lord Father, Randyll Tarly, beside him “You’ll get accostumed to it, don’t let it show you’re barely a green boy, you’re the huntsmen, and a huntsmen must never show fear in front of stags,lions,dragons,wolves and such beasts you understand?”

“Yes father” he replied and made an effort to keep a straight face when he wanted nothing more than to puke.

They rode hard till they finally reached the city,the smell was worse than ever, so bad Dickon was trying his hardest to take only the shallowest of breaths, not only the city smelled foul, it looked like that too, full of beggars, fisherman,whores… not that the Reach didn’t had those too but he had never seemed so many of them together, it reminded him of the rotten apples surrounded by flies, back in Hornhill, when he was a child he often climbed them to get some apples for his mother, Talla and Sam, some turned out to be rotten and he would leave discarded in the grass only to find them surrounded by flies and other manner of unpleasant creatures, and he got the some impression looking at the dirty cobblestones and cramped buildings surrounding him.

The nausea only receeded once he was on his chambers in the Red Keep, they had a window overlooking the sea, and the smell was fresh and clean. Now he just felt terribly anxious, his father and mother had come earlier to talk with him, his mother told him to be smart and careful during the tourney with her usual warmth but his father had told him he wasn’t here to make a fool of himself, he didn’t expected him to win but he expected him to give a good performance, and over all he must keep an eye out for Lady Sansa.

“The she-wolf is the cousin of the bastard Prince, a very good match, the Starks are an important family and the King is so desperate to make it up to them he organized this tourney wi the sole purpose to make her a good match, that is the important prize my son, not a flower clown not winning the tourney but winning the Lady’s hand. The Queen of Thorns will no doubt try to sway the girl into marrying Willas, the cunning bitch will use Ser Loras as a bait but I am sure you are more than able to stop her plans aren’t you Dickon?”

“I will try” he was unsure he ever could surpass Ser Loras, he was the best swordman in the Reach and the ladies adored him, Dickon while not half bad in the sword and not unpleasant to look at was not a good conversationalist, he wasn’t raised to keep a castle or be in a court, he was a hunter, a fighter… But he could not say those things to his father, and he could not refuse his commands, he would have to try to talk to Lady Sansa and hope by some miracle that she liked him best than Ser Loras.

He was terribly afraid to dissapoint his father.

. .

The fear only increased when he realized how ill prepared he was for his task, every other Lord had already talked to her, found out she liked lemmons (Lord Trystan Martell had gifted her a batch of lemmon cakes and she had regaled him with the brightest most beautiful smile Dickon had ever seen), composed verses and songs, and gifted her beautiful jewel necklaces and rings, yet she seemed to barely tolerate them all, she smiled and was courteous and kind but never showed preference towards one Lord, never flirted back, and more often than not would keep to her chambers or the godswood as to not to be disturbed, it was disheartening or say the least.

She was beautiful, more than beautiful, with her hair red as the autum leaves and blue eyes clear as the lake behind the big hill back at home. Dickon oftenday dreamed of what could it feel like to kiss and her call her wife… Such thoughts made him blush as red as her hair, but they did not displeased him, he longed for them and felt even more the fool knowing she probably didn’t even knew he existed.

On such occasion, he was strolling through the gardens midlessly, his day dream was too intresting to pay any mind to where he was going, Lady Sansa was on his arms, he had returned from an exiting battle against the dothraki, of course they had won and Sansa, Lady Sansa Tarly was waiting for him in a silky blue dress red curls floating in the wind like his banners, she said how much she had missed him and her whole body was pressed against his, she smelled of flowers but her breath had a tang of lemmon that made his moith go dry, so he inclined…

His thoughts were cut short when he almost trípode on a stone, he looked around to make sure no one was looking at him and realized he was very near the godswood, his heart thudded in his chest, maybe he could stead a look at her if she was praying, he wouldn’t talk to her for it would be rude but maybe he could look at her.

Crack

He had stepped on something, he lifted the sole of his boot and sure enough a purple crystal lay broken in the grass, but it was not just a random purple crystal, it was an amethyst and upon closer inspection he could see there were several other amethysts laying around joined by a silver chain, he recognized it immediately it was a necklace Lord Edric Dayne gifted Lady Sansa, the clip must have come loose and it had slipped her neck surely, and he had broken it!

She was gonna hate him, but Dickon was no coward he would face her and confess his crimes even if it meant he interrupted her prayers.

She found her on her knees, with her eyes closed and hands clasped together in front of a tree.

He cleared his throat looking pointedly at his feet, feeling suddenly ashamed at having looking at her in such am intimate moment.

“My Lord?” she asked with one of her elegant red eyebrows arched.

He extended his palm, showing her the cracked crystal “I am really sorry my Lady, it was on the grass and I carelessly stepped on it I will replace it if you want”

She took the crystal in her hands, her eyes pinning him to the ground and then in an unexpected turn she laughed. Of all her possible reactions Dickon never thought his careless mistake would make her laugh.

“I am sorry m'Lord” she was still smiling “laughing was rude, I was not mocking you it is just that I was the one to discard the necklace my lord, I do not mind that you stepped on it”

To prove her point she let the necklace fall to e grass again and stepped on it herself.

“See? nothing to worry about Lord Tarly” “I– thank you m'lady but I must confess I am very confused” inside he was thrilled that she knew who he was

“I am afraid I will not explain myself, the answer is something you will not like and my father once told me one cannot lie in front of a heart tree” she turned to look at the lush tree behind her “this is no heart tree I know, but it is a godswood and I am of the north so I will not lie in the presence of my gods.”

He nodded clumsily “I respect that” His response seemed to shock her for a moment but then she shook her head.

“Will you walk back to the Keep with me Lord Tarly?”

. .

“You can’t keep doing this Jon!” Elia was really desperate for him to understand why threatening his cousin’s suitors was not a good thing to do but here he was sturborn as ever.

“I am only protecting her!” and Jon was saying the truth, he did not threaten every single one of those ambitious pricks, just the especially disgusting ones, of course he could never admit there was some fierce satisfaction in the act, some deep primitive feeling when he bested them at the sword, a pride in the knowledge at least Sansa was sincere with him, she had even come to trust and care for him.

Elia took his hands in her own looking him in the eye “ That may be so my dear, but people are talking, you must understand it doesn’t look good for a Targaryen prince to be so overly concerned with a Stark girl, and the Baratheon boy! He has been spreading rumours that you are madly in love with her and you only beat him because she likes him better.”

Jon clenched his jaw, that little shit!

“Then am I to pay for my father’s mistakes always?”

And in his eyes, those deep dark eyes, Elia saw the truth and it frightened more than anything. “It’s true” she whispered releasing his hands “you are in love with her”

He lowered his gaze, he knew he couldn’t lie to her, she was the only mother he ever knew and he loved her fiercely. “I am sorry”

Elia enveloped him in her arms, he was taller than her already yet he looked a lost babe. “It’s alright” she whispered along with other comforting things that made no sense, this was dangerous, even if Jon was not aware of it yet, Rhaegar had been planning to marry him to Lady Margaery Tyrell, and she wasn’t sure if he would allow Jon to pursue his cousin.

She would help him she decided, maybe she was doing wrong but Jon deserved to be happy, and he was happy with Lady Sansa, no one would be hurt, this was not the same thing as 20 years ago and if Rhaegar couldn’t see it then she would make him.

. . .

N/A: So this is it, again it took me soooo long, but I just kept thinking about all the different outcomes of this scenario. Basically there kind of was a Rebellion, Brandon and Rickard were killed , Aerys wanted Ned’s head Jon Arryn called his bannerman BUT in this baby Raggs travels to the Eyrie to talk to Jon Arryn to make a truce with him to dethrone his father, Ned wants to know where his sister is, Ragg tells, Robert still wants to kill him but Jon convinces him to wait til Aerys is dead first, they win lalalala, Ned goes to his sister in the ToJ along Raggs and Bobby B, she dies and clarifyies she went willingly with Raggs, Bobby still wants to kill the dude but Ned stops him cuz now Ragg is the pops of Lya’s son (she names him Jon and Ragger respects the name in her memory) Elia was broken hearted, but she just can’t resist baby Jon and raises him along her babies and Daenerys and Viserys, she actually does most of the ruling because Raggs is too busy wangsting over his mistakes and the fact that Elia no longer cares about him at all. Egg VI was married to Myrcella in an attempt to buy the Baratheon/Lannister loyalty (Jaime never killed Aerys and Ragg allowed him to to as a sworn shield to his sister at Storm’s End, also Gendry is Cersei and Robert’s son cuz lol, but Joffrey, Myrcella and Tommen are Jaime’s) Daenerys was married to Quentyn Martell and Viserys wed Arianne and is living at a reconstructed Summerhall. Jon fines out the truth about everything at 11 (he already knew Elia wasn’t his bio mom but he didn’t know about all the other cute stuff his dad pulled until then) and then he visited his uncle, he disliked Sansa because she was silly in his opinion, Catelyn was concerned Jon’s opinion would spread at the court and sent Sansa to the Vale, boy there Lysa attempted to have her marry Robert Arryn (Sweetrobin) while Harry was also romancing her, and Joffrey (who was being fostered by Jon Arryn as well) tried to pull the moves on her cuz his dad never got to marry the Stark girl so maybe he would, duuuude there were lot of wierd schemes there and she got tangled in them while LF tried to make her see through them (he wanted her to marry him as well yikes) and one day stole a kiss from her, Lysa catches him and sends word to Ned to come retrieve Sansa.

#Jonsa #Dicksa #jonsadick? #Rhaegar (aka Raggers) wins AU! #whatevs he is king #angry kitten Jon #awkward baby Dickon #Sansa has to make some hard choices #if you thought I was not gonna use this chance to write about Elia Martell your wrong #my writing #dickon x sansa #jon x sansa

[badwolf-winchester]

The Winchester’s Legacy

i know i have posted this before but i decided to do it again because im re doing some things as well. i have posted this on my devianart as well so if you see it there its mine. i started writting this back in 2014 but have yet to expand on it. any and all feed back is welcomed.

Chapter 1

Memories and A Hell hounds revenge

<Coda’s POV>

"I’m going to kill Gabriel, I mean he didn’t even pay attention to the plan, that window must have been very interesting for him not to object to me being bait." I said as my cousin Isabel and I walked up the mansion’s gravel path.

She hates being called by her full name so I call her Isa. Mainly she hates her name because it belonged to her real mom who died a little while after she was born so my Uncle Sam thought it would be nice for her to have the name. My uncle basically raised her on his own after that; sure he would visit me and my dad but he soon became lonely and started to date one of the hunters he met while on a mission in Oklahoma, then after a couple of years Sam married Jamey Foster and became Isa’s step mom. Isa likes her but she doesn’t really interact with her, she said it’s because she never really knew her real mom and her dad doesn’t really pay attention to what she does so she feels abandoned in a way I think that’s why she envy’s me so much, because I still have my parents and they constantly nag me on everything I do.

My dad is Dean Winchester and my mom is Lisa Braeden I used to have an older half-brother named Ben but he died of cancer about two years ago he was an awesome older brother and I miss him like crazy so I go and visit his grave once in a while. Now I’m the only child, I think that’s why my mom is so protective of me; my phone has been going off for a while now and the ignore button was my salvation to not hear my mother's nagging voice.

"Will you shut that phone up? Turn it off before it wakes the dead, and I have no idea but Balthazar didn’t exactly say no either so you’re not the only one mad."

Isa sounded more irritated than I did witch isn’t good because if I know one thing about my cousin it’s that she might sound all nice but once you piss her off she goes bat shit crazy.

Isa and I have some similarities we both have the temper thing which comes in handy at times, we have the same body shape, not skinny like most of the other hunters but lean and our height is the same too five foot eight and our skin is the same color cream tan. But that’s where our similarity ends while I have dark brown hair and she has Jet raven black hair, my eyes are an emerald green and hers are deep electric blue. Even our taste in clothing is different I like skinny jeans, AirWalk shoes, and regular T-shirts, Isa likes shorts no matter what kind of weather it is, she never gets cold! Sometimes I like to call her a space heater because of it. And hoodies oh my god you never catch her without a freaking hoodie on I mean come on I wear sweat shirts sometimes but not all the time like her, you know sometimes I just want to raid her closet and burn all her hoodies but knowing her she would kill me if I did that so I will just let it be. Her favorite shoes to wear are just regular kick around tennis shoes mainly Nike though.

We kept walking up the long ass gravel path, Mind still on Gabriel I began to try and figure out what was so distracting that he couldn’t even pay attention, he has always found ways to irritate me but this wasn’t like him.

I thought back to when I first met him, at the time my dad and I were hunting vampires and no they don’t sparkle we live in the real world where vampires burn in the sun and the whole two fangs thing is bullshit, also sadly to all you poor hopeless fan girls most of them look hideous.

(Flash Back)

Gabriel was different back then he was more all business and attitude until I saved him, well we kind of saved each other; my dad and I were headed north for a case it was supposed to be a simple clean out about ten vamps or so we thought. They were spread out through the small abandoned town of Beldame five hours away from home (this was before my mom became over protective.)

We got our gear from the trunk of my dad’s impala, he had all sorts of stuff in there; you know the usual stuff holy oil, lighters, different types of shot guns and knives all different sizes but I didn’t need that stuff I had my own personal switchblade, 45 caliber, and lock pick. I took a look around it was your usual town with bakeries, toy shops, hotels, gravel everywhere and trees lots and lots of trees but only everything was beat to hell. Holes where in most of the buildings and stores the signs that used to hang were either on the ground or chard basically it looked like a bomb when off in the middle of the town.

After we loaded up all the other stuff we didn’t need my dad turned to me throwing the duffle bag over his shoulder and spoke in his oh so threatening parent voice.

“Do not wonder off and don’t get caught, this isn’t like the other times we hunted if you hesitate if you give them the chance they will kill you.” Even though I knew what I was getting into his warning sent a chill down my spine.

“Ok dad I get it no wondering off and keep an eye out for the blood sucking monsters got it” I said with a head nod he must have saw it for he rolled his eyes at me and mumbled under his breath, something on the line of “what am I going to do with you”.

We started moving from one building to the next going into them without any luck of finding one vamp, we were on our tenth building halfway into the town until we finally spotted several vamps going into a basement of an old tattered house, My dad and I were in between the vamps hide out and a half blown up shed when he put his arm out in front of me causing me to stop.

“Coda stay here I’m going in if I don’t come out in five minutes I want you to call Sam and give him your location.” This irritated me till no end, no way was I going to sit here and be excluded from the fight.

“Dad it would be easier to kill them if I went with you I mean we just saw more than five vamps walk in there I’m not going to stay here and have you get yourself killed just because you think I’m still a kid! well news flash dad I’m seventeen get over it and start treating me like a freaking adult.” He looked at me for several seconds then sighed.

“Your mother is going to kill me.” He said more to himself than to me then continued. “Right let’s go.”

We snuck our way up to the basement door, I surveyed the area just to make sure no vamp would get the jump on us but all I could see were trees around us. When my dad opened the door we were met with a flock of vamps staring back at us as if they knew we were coming. Dad slammed the door and we took off running for our lives.

“I thought you said there were only going to be 10!” I shouted as we booked it across town to the car.

“If I knew there would be more than 10 then we would have had Sam as back up!” He retorted.

We were halfway to the car when the vamps suddenly burst through every store door; even the ones we checked, and started to gain on us, by the pace we were going it wouldn’t be too long till we got caught.

That’s when I saw an opening close to the town boarder that lead into the woods, if I could pick the vamps off one by one then I should be fine I’m good at one on one combat.

Dad and I took refuge in the toy store luckily this one didn’t have any holes in the structure so we were good for a while, as we tried to catch our breath I told him my plan.

“What? No! Absolutely not, no way!” I knew he would fight me on this but we didn’t have time.

“Dad we need to split up divide the group so we have a better chance at surviving, unless you have another plan mines all we got.” After a minute he ran his hand down his face then looked at me and cursed.

“Damn it! Fine we’ll do it your way but take the machete.” He said as he dropped his duffle bag and took out the big hacker and handing it to me, I studied the long and wide blade tilting it back and forth to find the balance in it.

After sheathing it I wrapped the holster around my waist, before I went through the back door I gave my dad a hug.

“Be careful ok Coda your mother would kill me if anything where to happen to you.” He said into my hair, I let go of him and gave him my version of a reassuring smile which is a cross between a grimace and a half smile.

“I will.” Then I took off toward the opening I saw earlier, the vamps that where by the back door sprinted after me in a heartbeat. I could hear my dad yelling something close to “come and get me fuglies.”

         Some of the foot steps behind me took the bait and disappeared probably going after my dad but I didn’t check I was too busy pushing through bushes and branches while trying not to trip and fall. The footsteps that where behind me where gone now so I took refuge behind a big ass tree, while I hid behind the mother of all trees, I unsheathed big bertha and tried to slow down my breathing and heart rate.

When I got control and was able to breathe normal I noticed that there wasn’t any birds around because it was just silent and that usually meant a predator was lurking close by, a twig broke about a couple feet away from my hiding place proving me right. I took a deep breath and stepped out from my hiding place to take a look, sure enough a vamp was sniffing the air like a freaking dog.

I was about to try and figure out how to take him out when just then eight more jumped out of nowhere surrounding me. I was not good at multi fighting especially with vampires, one of the dicks saw my hesitation and shoved me to the ground, and my blade went flying. The one that shoved me was now on top of me no doubt about to bite me when a bright light flashed radiating heat like the sun, the vamp on top of me disintegrated.

My hands flung up instantly to cover my eyes but just as sudden the light disappeared, I laid their on the ground for a couple of seconds stunned until an unfamiliar voice spoke to me. “Its ok I’m not going to hurt you Decoda.” I got up with a quickness and looked at the guy standing a couple of feet away from me, He was about five foot ten maybe a little taller with broad shoulders; basically your normal football jock type body, his hair is bronze brown and his eyes where the most shocking green I have ever seen. His clothes consisted of a brown jacket with a sort of light blue T-shirt, Blue boot cut jeans, and brown leather shoes.

I dusted off my hands and clothes looking anywhere but at him then crossed my arms over my chest and eyed him suspiciously. “Thanks for the save. Now how the hell do you know my name?”

With a hint of wonder in his voice he replied. “Wow nothing gets past you, and from the looks of it you don’t seem afraid of me, which is different, people would freak if they just magically saw a light and then a guy standing in the middle of a forest.”

I shrugged and said. “I’m a hunter weird is basically the norm for me and you also saved my life so I owe you one, anyway you got a name vamp buster?”

He chuckled at me and shook his head. “Your funny you know that? But sorry sweetie you don’t have the authority to know my name at the moment and don’t worry about the IOU thing protecting you just became my job.”

I blinked at him, anger flaring up in me with a quickness. “I’m sorry I don’t think I heard you right could you say that again?” amusement flashed in his eyes. “Protecting you just became my job.”

Anger bubbled in me at his reply. “No the first part you dick.”

He stepped closer so that he was about arm’s length away and smirked at me. “You don’t have the authority to know my name.”

I was about to tell him where he could shove his authority when a movement caught my eye, sure enough in the distance a vamp stepped out from behind a tree. I pulled out my caliber and pointed it at my potential savior, he didn’t even flinch. “There is no need for the gun Decoda, could you put that thing away.”

I would be lying if I said I wasn’t tempted to shoot him too but he still had to answer a few questions first, giving him a blank face I said. “Duck.” Just then the vamp sprang at him, he was wise enough to do as I said and ducked, once he was out of the line of fire I pulled the trigger. The vamp jerked backwards as if he just hit an invisible wall, with a thud he fell to the forest floor.

I looked down at the mystery guy and pointed the gun at his head with a smirk and said. “Now how about that name.”

He looked at me kind of shocked then he shook his head and got up from his ducked position. “Well seeing as you have the upper hand why not, the names Gabriel.”

Putting my gun away I thought about it for a second I’ve heard the name before many kids have that name but how he said it seemed to hold some kind of power behind it, that’s when it hit me. “Gabriel as in the Arch Angel Gabriel?”

He smiled and opened his arms as if to say here I am. “The one and only.” I laughed and he gave me a confused look. “Why are you laughing?” shaking my head I continued to laugh. “You’re not surprised that I’m an angel?”

I shook my head again finally able to get ahold on my laughter I replied. “Nope not at all, I practically grew up with an angel as my uncle so I’m not surprised at all.”

He cocked his head to the right and looked at me. “What angel did you grow up with?” I smiled and replied. “Castiel.” Recollection crossed his face. “Ah I see so Dean did keep his boyfriend after all.” I shrugged not really caring but snorted at his title for Cas, I didn’t see Cass as an angel I saw him as my uncle that’s all I really cared about.

Then another thought accrued to me and made me smile even more, I have always wanted my own angel like my dad had, but I grew up with one thought and one thought only. If I were to have an Angel by my side it would always be Gabriel, you see ever since I was a kid that particular angel had always had a pull on me whenever my pastor would speak of him like as if I knew in my soul that we would meet someday, to have an arch angle as your protector was like having the answers to a final exam.

“Well isn’t this ironic.” I said more to myself than to him, He crossed his arms and gave me an impatient look apparently he didn’t like these guessing games.

“What’s ironic?” he said annoyance filling his voice, I debated whether or not to tell him then I looked him straight in the eye. “Gabriel is my favorite arch angel, has been since as long as I can remember.” I could see he was a little taken back by this because he dropped his hands and put them in his pockets while not looking at me and muttered “Oh… well… uh… Thanks?”

He quickly snapped his head back in my direction when I added “But I believe it started with a dream you were taller in it though.” I could see a vein popping out from his head as he yelled “What is that supposed to mean! I’m not short!”  

A gun shot broke our small talk and I remembered where I was and the situation that was accruing. “Crap my dad!” I was about to run toward the gun shot but Gabriel grabbed my hand and twirled me around to face him, we were a little too close to one another that my breath caught for a second, the smell of cinnamon sticks and vanilla filled my nose.

His deep green eyes bore into mine. “I can’t go with you.” He said in a serious voice, more gun shots rang through the sky like thunder.

I cleared my throat and recollected myself before I spoke. “Ok, But I wasn’t going to ask you to come.” He let go of my hand that I was now aware he was holding the whole time and racked it through his hair. “You don’t understand, I will be with you but you won’t see me.”

I gave him a confused look. “Wait, your confusing me so you are coming with me or not?” he smiled and said “yes and no.”

This little cat and mouse game was really ticking me off, why couldn’t he just give me a straight answer? He just shook his head. “I can’t be there unless you want me there its part of the rules I was given, if you need me call out to me.”

He was confusing me till no end, rules what rules? And who ordered him to protect me? Right now my dad’s safety was more important than my unanswered questions.

“How do I call you like just pray?”  He winked at me and then said “oh trust me you’ll now.” then he placed two fingers on the center of my forehead, Everything went white then color exploded around me, someone ran right into me knocking me down I looked over and saw my dad his shocked face mimicking my own. “Coda how the hell?”

Just then a vamp roared and jumped on him trying to get at his neck, I pulled out my gun and shot the blood sucker right in the head, my dad pushed it off and got up. “Thanks.” He said then helped me up, I looked around sure enough Gabriel stuck to his word and wasn’t anywhere in sight.

“You want to tell me how you just suddenly appeared in front of me?” But before I could say anything we were surrounded by thirty vamps all barring their pointy teeth at us, too many for my dad and I to handle. My dad put a protective hand in front of me but we both knew how this would end, then Gabriel’s voice rang through my mind scaring the hell out of me. “I can’t be there unless you want me there.” Ok a little weird having his voice in my head, but I definitely wanted him here I didn’t feel like dying today.

Again his voice invaded my mind. “If you need me call out to me I won’t come unless you call.” Ok now he was just messing with me, how the hell am I supposed to know what to say I barely said anything to the guy I mean come on I called him vamp buster before he told me his name that was about it.

“Oh you’ll know.” His voice rang again; oh my god you have got to be kidding me. “Nope.” You are so pathetic and a child I said to him mentally. “That’s a little harsh, Come on you know you wanna say it.” He taunted; Fine! I shouted in my head giving in.

I stepped around my dad’s arm sucked in a deep breath and yelled. “Who you gonna call?!” just on cue that same bright light flashed and just like before it vanished just as it appeared, in the clearing just a little away from my dad and I stood none other than Gabriel, he looked at me and raised one fist in the air and said. “Vamp busters!” I laughed and walked over to him and gave him a hug; he deserved it for saving our asses,

He then twirled me around un-expectantly and then put me down and said. “See I told you, you could trust me.” My dad cleared his throat and we both turned to look at him, he had on his you better start explaining now or I’m going to start shooting look. At a wave of my hand I introduced them to each other “Dad this is Gabriel, Gabriel this is my Dad.”

My dad walked over and gave Gabriel a skeptical look. “How the hell are you still alive I thought Lucifer killed you?” this was news to me, Gabriel only shrugged and said. “Yea I did die but Dad brought me back, before he set me lose though he gave me an order and some ground rules.” Dad had a worried expression on his face when he said that. “What order did he give you?” Gabriel looked at me and then at him. “I am to protect and aid Decoda Winchester in any way she needs.” Then he added. “Basically I‘m the Cass to her Dean.” I chuckled at that, my dad gave me his shut up look and went back to Gabriel. “What does Chuck want with my daughter?” he demanded Gabe only shrugged. “Your guess is as good as mine Dean-o but I can’t go against daddy’s wishes so here I am.”

My dad ran a hand through his hair then asked. “One more thing what ground rules did Mr. Almighty give you?” Gabriel tilted his head obviously trying to think then he replied. “Rule one, protect her with my life. Two, when she calls me I have to come no matter what. Three… well I really say the rest till I’m given the ok so… Hey.” He said looking around. “Should I get you guys out of here cause this is so not my scene.”

After Gabriel got us to the Impala he yelled “shot gun!” and ran for the door, I swear he was acting like the biggest five year old I have ever met which was funny because earlier he acted like any other angel (A dick). I thought he would be just a bit more mature, I wonder what switched flipped in his brain but what can you do?

After the vamp hunt he just kept showing up in places we had hunts and he would pull the most childish stunts, soon we just started ignoring him but he would keep repeating that it was his job to protect me that I was special in some sort of way, I was annoyed having him around watching my every move but after a while the un thinkable happened he started to grow on me, I even pulled a few pranks on him myself.

The pranking would last for weeks but always come to a forced stop because my dad would go crazy and say “I have one kid not two! Gabriel get the hell out of here or act your age!" and Gabriel would say something childish like "But she stared it!" or “Common dean where’s your funny bone?" Or my favorite “look at me dean I am acting my age.” and then all hell would break loose and I ended up grounded for a week. Now it’s not so bad and we don’t prank as much anymore but when we do we don’t hold back.

(Present day)  

"Earth to Coda." Isa said snapping me back to reality. "Yea?" "Where here...” I looked up at the old rotting Victorian style mansion before me, the windows cracked and covered in dust, the paint peeling from the wooden frame.

When I stepped on the porch the wood creaked with old age, I looked over at Isa smiling "look Isa a haunted house isn’t that awesome?" she rolled her eyes and said " yea, yea whatever let’s just get this over with I have an exam in the morning and this is messing up my study time." I snorted.  “who cares about a stupid exam where hunting!" Isa smiled back repaying " you should we're in the same class moron. Plus if you fail, you can say bye bye to hunting." then she walked through the mansion door leaving me fuming.

I hate it when she gets the last word and when she is right... Oh well I’ll get her back later. “you gonna stand on the porch all night or are you gonna come in here and help me?" Isa shouted from what I think was the living room.

After getting inside I dropped my duffle bag on the floor by the front door and started fishing for the ghost detector with my flash light in my mouth, when I successfully found it I glanced at my black G-Shock watch it was about 10:30 pm that means Dad and Sam would be on the 3rd floor setting up the salt trap for Mr. Ghost boy.

I started scanning for any ghost activity in the hallway and ended up in the living room where Isa was doing the same thing, the living room was huge but barren except for an old broken coffee table and an ancient looking rocking chair in front of a brick fire place. “So who is this guy that we are hunting?” I said glancing at Isa who was still scanning the room.

“His name is Richard Bernard he was a rich guy who made his money by gambling.” She said not the least bit caring. I turned back to get a better look at the fire place and above it was an old picture frame of some old guy who I interpreted to be Richard. Glancing back at my ghost detector I asked “So how did he die, One too many slight of hands?”

Isa sighed and put the scanner in her coat pocket and turned toward me annoyance written all over her face. “You should have read the file your dad gave you, but if you must know someone offed him for cheating at poker. You might want to take a note on that coda.” I gave her my most playful shocked look “Ah, whatever do you mean my dear cousin? Me cheat at poker I would never!” I said in mock innocence, she just rolled her eyes. “Just get back to work.” As she walked away I stuck my tongue out at her.

“Get back to work.” I mumbled under my breath mocking her, Isa then turned and took the scanner out of her pocket to do another once over the living room. Eye of the tiger then filled the room with its sweet melody startling Isa and causing her to drop her scanner. “I thought I told you to turn that stupid phone off!” She shouted at me while bending down to pick it up. “Either answer it or I will break it.”

Raising an eyebrow I mumble “well then…” before taking my phone out of my back pocket; only one person would be calling me right now one very overprotective person, I flipped open the phone and said in my most casual voice “Heeyy mom what’s up how you doin?” I knew exactly what she was going to say and boy it wouldn’t be pretty.

“Don’t hey mom what’s up me young lady, you and your father both have been dodging my calls since you two bolted out the door at 8, it is now 10:45 and I’m now just hearing from you do you know how worried I am having you and your father hunting in the middle of the night doing god knows what putting yourselves in danger?” god you can practically see the smoking anger in her voice, I had to hold the phone at arm’s length just to keep my ears from bleeding, I can hear Isa laughing quietly in the back ground from my mom’s sudden outburst.

All I could do was roll my eyes she was always doing this overprotective parent thing and it was driving me nuts. “Mom calm down dad and I just got a last minute gig its fine and won’t take long trust me Gabriel knows where I am and if I get in trouble he will come ok?” maybe I shouldn’t have mentioned Gabriel… “Gabriel!? So he knows where you are but your own mother doesn’t!” yea shouldn’t have mentioned him. “You know very well what I think of that man child. He is immature, reckless, a nuisance, and most of all irresponsible!” my mom as you can tell doesn’t like Gabriel for some unknown reason… who am I kidding sometimes I don’t even like him.

“God mom don’t do this now please I’m working.” I pleaded but she continued. “And another thing young lady you have school tomorrow, and from what Isa has told me you also have an important exam tomorrow in 3rd period. How are you ever going to pass that test if you’re HALF ASLEEP?” I looked over at Isa who was just sitting there laughing at me, I gave her my your dead when I’m done with this look and replied to my mom.

“I’ll be fine mom it’s a simple hunt don’t stress.” Another taboo word stress… crap today is just not my day. “Don’t stress?! Don’t stress?! How can I not stress when my daughter could be killed!” this is so not going to end well and I knew it. “Mom I’m not a kid anymore I‘m 17 now. Stop treating me like a child! I can take care of myself I’m a hunter mom and nothing is going to change that it’s a part of me.” I hate fighting with her but sometimes it’s necessary and I was mad, Luckily Isa’s scanner went off so I couldn’t yell at her anymore.

“Mom I got to go Isa found something and I have a ghost to catch.” After I hung up I looked at Isa. “What did you find?” I said bitterly, she gave me half annoyed half pity look. “Well sorry to disappoint you but it was just a scan goof… do you wanna crash at my place tonight?” leave it to Isa to always have a way out for me that’s one of the reasons why I love my cousin. “It’s ok and yea that sounds awesome.”

I looked away from her and started fiddling with my ghost scanner. “You know Coda she will come around eventually, you know that right?” I looked at her for a minute unable to answer. “I don’t think she ever will…” I said honestly.

Then something big crashed through the living room window causing Isa and I both to jump into hunter mode. A deep and low growl echoed through the barren room that growl I was all too familiar the beast has been hunting Isa since birth, but every time My dad and Sam were here and fought it off but now we are unprotected and no way was I going to let that thing hurt Isa.

Instinct took over and the hell hound jumped at Isa at the same time I did only I was closer, I shoved Isa and she fell to the floor and I took her place, the hound’s claws ripped through the my right side of my stomach like a chain saw. Agonizing pain rushed through me as I crumbled to the floor clutching my wound crying and screaming at the same time, everything was becoming blurry and the only thing I could hear was the rapid drumming of my heart in my ears. The drumming became weaker as I felt myself become drowned in darkness, the last thing I heard was a muffled gun shot.

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The story had been unfolding in real time for days, since initial reports that Gray, 25, had been arrested, on April 12, and in the course of a 45-minute police van ride, suffered a spinal injury that left him in a coma.

Joy Postell was living in Los Angeles when the news broke of Freddie Gray’s death in her hometown, Baltimore, on April 19, 2015.

“I was in a state of panic,” Postell said. The story had been unfolding in real time for days, since initial reports that Gray, 25, had been arrested, on April 12, and in the course of a 45-minute police van ride, suffered a spinal injury that left him in a coma.

On social media, Postell saw that her city had erupted in protests against police brutality. She wanted her pain and frustration to be heard, too, even if from a distance.

Postell, 26, channeled her emotions into an incisive lyrical illustration of the violence and discrimination that melanin-rich people have suffered. The track, “Hands Up, Don’t Shoot,” was written as an ode to a lineage of young black men bonded by their unjust deaths, including Emmett Till and Michael Brown. But history repeats itself.

Music, for Postell, often acts as a reflection of what is happening in the world and as a means of speaking truth to power. “You have to hold people accountable for what they’re saying,” she said. Though the themes — oppression, loss, psychic pain — are universal, her music often focuses acutely on Baltimore, where she moved with her mother at age 8, and returned to shortly after Gray’s death.

Among locals, Baltimore is known as a “by-the-block” city. You can take a ride down a street laden with abandoned buildings, an open-air drug market and other signs of poverty, then, around the corner, find gentrification in full bloom.

Over the years, the city has been the backdrop and incubator of some of the nation’s most heated racial tensions and class uprisings. These conflicts have borne artistic fruit: A generation of young musicians is writing Baltimore’s present, and future, into their oeuvre.

The city’s emerging musicians represent a collage of perspectives, aesthetics and reasons for being. Some of them are decidedly activists; others wear their political views more lightly, or express skepticism about art’s ability to effect change. Most of the artists acknowledge the influence of jazz and hip-hop in their music, even as it defies categorization. And each in their own way believes Baltimore informed their creativity.

Al Rogers Jr.'s heartfelt and playful energy honors the bounce and house music produced here in the 1980s. Affectionately called Baby Al, the 20-something musician recalled his early teenage forays into the city’s night life: going to the Patapsco River docks, “which were low-key dangerous,” he said, to dance.

“Coming up in the club solidified that people could coexist as long as the vibe is right,” Rogers said.

His music poses big socioeconomic and existential questions. On “Godina,” a track buoyed by a yearning hook and an easygoing rhythm, Rogers muses, “I ask, what if God was a Her (huh?) / Would I pray to? / Be on my knees every day for Her? / Worship, spend my money in that Sunday morning service? / Or spend it on that purse she ask for?”

All of his work adheres to a philosophy he’s termed “swooz”: the notion that love, togetherness and positive expression have transformative potential.

Not everyone shares his optimism about music’s power to bring strangers together. In fact, some dispute it. The rap collective Refugee formed in 2013, after a group of artists had commiserated over feelings of creative alienation in the city. Its members — Gunther, Faraji Jacobs, DDillon, Mikey $ and Buffa7o Jackson — spoke of “covert support” from their peers and the exclusion they sometimes feel in the city’s dedicated art spaces.

“Respect is not given publicly,” Jacobs said. “It’s like a backhanded slap then a kiss on the cheek. It’s confusing.”

Abdu Ali, an experimental rapper who uses nonbinary honorifics and pronouns, is familiar with the sense of outsiderness that Refugee’s members expressed. Ali is vocal about the financial and social challenges that independent artists — and especially those who identify as queer — face in Baltimore.

Ali grew up on Martin Luther King Jr. Boulevard and Pennsylvania Avenue with their mother and grandmother, and would pass Billie Holiday’s statue every day on the way to their “very black” school.

Holiday’s legacy loomed large in Ali’s childhood, but it was Sunday mornings spent with their grandfather at the Bethel AME Church on McCulloh Street — singing with the choir, channeling the spirit of ancestors — that ignited Ali’s musical awakening. Their work is inspired by Baltimore’s club music, and relies heavily on percussion and call-and-response.

“My music is literally not only a product but also an evolution of Baltimore musical history,” Ali said. “I take pride in owning the sound of my city and honoring those like Miss Tony, who opened sonic doors for me as a musician.”

In 2013, Ali created Kahlon, a platform for independent genre-nonconforming artists to meet and perform music through a continuing event series.

“I had to create a community to foster,” Ali said of Kahlon’s founding. “The gatekeepers weren’t radical enough to let people like me in.”

Ali’s style tends toward the flamboyant: They might wear floral-pattered bell bottoms with a long-sleeved black turtleneck and a cropped snakeskin jacket, and the stage is where they feel the greatest freedom.

Ali’s spiritual lyrics (“I am the universe’s mother, father, sister, brother, cousin, daughter, son / Am I the Holy Spirit? Who Am I?”) transform performances into sermons of sorts, which draw on a Methodist upbringing but allow audience members to meditate and feel as close to whatever one may define as God.

Butch Dawson, 25, as another example of the DIY imperative underpinning the city’s independents. By his estimation, it’s not the amount of equipment you have, or your degree, that makes you an innovator. “It’s you,” he said.

Dawson’s creativity was nurtured from a young age by the women in his family: his mother, grandmothers, aunt and sisters. “I always felt special in some weird way,” Dawson said. And, the area where he grew up was firmly enshrined in the city’s musical history.

“Pennsylvania Avenue in Baltimore was a historical strip for jazz musicians,” he said, “so being from there made me have a better appreciation for jazz and made me want to incorporate that in my music.”

Dawson found his way into Baltimore’s street wear scene, where he met like-minded painters, rappers and designers. Some of them founded a multimedia platform, Basement Rap, through which they were able to proliferate their unique brand of hipster aestheticism. His sonic landscape is as kaleidoscopic as his personal style — grungy, minimalist, funky and futuristic all at once — and his rhymes flow like cool waters.

Dawson considers himself part of a larger community of progressive artists “making it out of the city.” And while, for the most part, he perceives the culture as a unified one, he has seen animosity expressed through gun violence, and “that’s not what we need right now.”

In addition to their shared geography, Baltimore’s young artists share “sankofa,” a Ghanaian idea that loosely translates as “remembering our past to protect our future.” Each holds a deep understanding and respect for the rich musical legacy into which they have been born.

Dawson makes that clear in his latest single, “Liberation”: “I’m from Baltimore city / You can’t program me.”

This article originally appeared in The New York Times.

Briona Butler © 2018 The New York Times

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Only Know You Love Him When You Let Him Go Part 4

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When he heard the knock on the door, John jumped up to open it in excitement. Sire, he was nervous. This was his first time being able to talk to Alexander about what had happened.Making sure the bandages on his arms weren’t visible, he opened the door, grinning when he saw his Alexander standing there. No. Not yours anymore. He’s not yours.

His smile faded when he noticed Thomas standing beside him. “Hey Alex!… Jefferson.” He spat the second name out like it was poison on his tongue.

Alexander rolled his eyes at John’s tone. “You… Said you wanted to talk?”

John nodded. “Yes…” He looked over to Thomas. “Alone.”

Alexander looked to the floor “Oh.” He shifted his gaze to Thomas. “I’ll be okay.” Thomas leaned down to say something to Alexander, John couldn’t make out what, but he decided to ask Alexander later. Alexander nodded, then turned back to him while Thomas walked away.

“What did he say?” John asked curiously.

Alexander paused. “Nothing. Now come on, let’s get this over with.” Alexander proceeded to walk inside and plop on a desk chair, turning to face John’s bed while John closed the door and walked to his own bed, sitting so he has facing Alexander.

They sat in silence for a few moments before John broke it with a single question. “Does he make you happy?”

Alexander stared at him in confusion he had no idea what John meant by that. Who was he talking about?

“Don’t play dumb.” John pulled out his phone, showing Alexander the photo he had taken that morning/ John watched his hace go from confused to angry in moments.

“Where the hell did you get this?” Alexander felt his anger rising as he looked at the photo.

“I came to your dorm to apologize to you this morning. So back to my question. Does he make you happy?” Alexander heard John’s voice begin to shake when he spoke, obviously trying to hide his pain and anger.

“Wait do you think-” Alexander noticed another look on John’s face while he spoke. Jealousy. “Oh my god! No! It’s nothing like that. But still. Even if we were, it doesn’t matter to you. You made that clear enough when you just… Left.”

John heard Alexander’s voice break. Almost instinctively, he moved to hug Alexander. To do something to make him feel better. But almost as soon as his arm made contact with Alexander, he pushed him away. It broke John’s heart to see Alexander like this. He looked so weak and vulnerable. “Alexander please…”

“No, John. Do you have any idea the kind of pain you put me through? Yeah. Sure. I’ve had Thomas and James, and Lafayette and Hercules ended their vacation early to make sure I was okay. Unlike you, they at least tried. Hell, a month ago you would’ve seen Jefferson and I at each other’s throats!  But no. When I needed a friend the most, it sadly wasn’t me best friend I could turn to. It wasn’t my best friend that had my back. It was my goddamn enemy, Laurens.”

By the time he had ended his spiel, he had stood up and was in John’s face. Alexander knew using John’s last name was ow, but still. John wasn’t too considerate of  how he felt when he just left him at a bar. A damn bar of all places. He looked him in the eye for a moment, before John begun to defend himself.

“Okay. So now I’m just a friend. And thanks for that low blow, Hamilton . You know it’s always great when you ask someone to talk so you could make sure they’re okay. That maybe they might not need you as much as you thought. But I don’t even get you texting me. I get your sorry ass fuckbuddy, who, by the way, Hamilton, is probably just using you.”

John realised his mistake as soon as Alexander started crying. But he was right. Despite what he had done to Alexander, he deserved to at least be able to talk to him. He kept going. “Then you have the audacity to bring him here? Sure. Great move. I was hoping. Hoping you were either happy or would be willing to get back together, but apparently not. You damn-”

He was cut off by a strike of lightning, which brought Alexander from the crying mess he had already been to the floor. He was shaking at this point. “Shit.” Was all John said before leaning over him. He went to try to comfort him, but Alexander pulled away from him. He went to go  try again, but was stopped when he heard a voice behind him.

“What the hell, Laurens?” He heard Thomas come up and pick Alexander up carefully. Alexander just cried harder, clinging onto him for dear life. James appeared next to Thomas, who carefully handed him over, telling him to bring him to their dorm and he would be there in a minute. With much hesitation, James agreed and left.

“What the hell did you do to him?” Was all Thomas said, looking at John as if he were a demon of some sort.

“It was the lightning I-”

John was cut off by an angry Thomas. “Don’t make up damn excuses. One doesn’t freak out that much over some lightning.”

“I swear I-”

“Do you have any idea, how much you hurt him? I had to miss a few classes, because when i’d leave, he’d either be wasted, crying, or both when I came back. You almost broke him, Laurens. And seem to not care that you did.” and with that, Thomas left John there alone.

»»————- ————-««

Not too long after they started walking, James had set Alexander down. Almost as soon as they got to the dorm, Alexander went over to the couch in curled into a ball, breaking down in tears. James only got him a fluffy blanket and laid it on top of him. God. Alexander thought. Of all people, why is it James Madison that’s helping me through a storm? He watched James sit down in a vacant chair.

“Why are you helping me?” Alexander asked. “A month ago, you would have just laughed and let me break down.”

James only smiled. “Because. Believe it or not, you mean alot to Thomas, however horrifically he may show it. And he means alot to me. By helping you, I get to see him happy.”

Alexander nodded before sitting up a bit. Not long after Thomas came inside the dorm, almost immediately going over to Alexander to make sure he was okay. Alexander felt his heart flutter when Thomas wrapped his arms around him. Alexander chose to ignore it, only moving closer to Thomas.

A few moments later they heard another crack of lightning, receiving a yelp from Alexander as he begin to cry again. They stayed like that. Thomas holdin Alexander close while he cried, James sitting in a chair nearby incase something happened. When Alexander started to calm down, their dorm room door burst open. Lafayette and Hercules came rushing in, Lafayette almost immediately going to Alexander and pulling him away from Thomas.

“I’m so sorry it took us so long to get over here! We didn’t notice. Are you alright?” The only reply he got from the small Caribbean man was a nod and him snuggling up closer to the frenchman. Herc sat down next to Lafayette and looked at Alexander, who gave a weak smile to his friends.

“Wait, what do you mean?” Thomas looked over at the three men, confusion written all over his face.

Hercules grinned and Lafayette seemed to mutter something to Alexander, receiving another nod from him.

Lafayette looked to James and Thomas before deciding it was best they knew. “It’s the storm. When he was little, a hurricane destroyed his town. He lost his brother and almost everything he owned in that storm.” A crash of thunder boomed throughout the  room, causing Alexander to break into another fit of sobs and shakes.

Lafayette began slowly running a hand through his hair while he spoke. “He almost died in that storm. They didn’t even find his brother’s body, and he ended up pinned underneath a beam from the ceiling for hours. He was lucky he didn’t drown, and they didn’t find him for days. When they did, he was sent to another foster home on the island. He begin to write letters to his father, and when his father read them, he begin to show it to people. It’s what made the Washingtons take notice of him.”

Thomas noticed Lafayette pause to look at Alexander, most likely making sure it was okay to continue. When Alexander nodded yet again, Lafayette decided to continue. “It was a shit storm, though. Before the hurricane even hit them, his mother had recently died. Him and his brother had been sent to live with a cousin, who committed suicide only months later. It was one thing after another.”

Another crash of lightning. “When they finally sent him to America to be put in the foster system here, he finally got his chance. Almost Immediately, the Washingtons took their chance and decided to adopt him. All was well from then on… Well mostly. But you know almost everything else since then.”

Thomas nodded and looked at Alexander, softly crying against Lafayette. He knew he had left him in a similar state before, but he had decided to make it up to him. Alexander had gone through so much, and he didn’t deserve all this shit happening.

“So, Alexander, what happened with you and John? He seemed really guilty when I came in…” Thomas asked while he watched Alexander’s breathing begin to calm down.

“Oh… Well…”  Alexander breaks into explanation as to what happened. He still got nervous or begin to sob whenever he’s hear something, but tried to stay focus on his explanation. Near the end, he seemed to hesitate, crying more when he told them all of what had happened.

Alexander had begun to think when he was done speaking. John had hurt him. He knew he was lucky that Thomas and James were there when they were, because he knew if he had nobody to help him right after that, he might have fallen back into his old habits of self harm. He knew it would break everyone’s hearts. And now that he was growing more and more confused about Thomas and John, he knew it would hurt more than Lafayette and Hercules.

He still loved John. He had been there for him when nobody else was. At the same time, however, he was beginning to like Thomas the same way he had liked John. He ran it through his head. John had hurt you. He hurt you badly. And Thomas had helped you! Despite your past disagreements he was just there. No questions asked.

Thomas could have let him tumble and make his way to his bed. He could have let him throw up in the bathroom alone. But he sat there and helped him. He was there when he had needed him the most. And he enjoyed it whenever he would wake up in Thomas’ arms. He was happy. But he knew it would break John’s heart. He still missed him. Deciding the topic would be better to deal with another time, Alexander peels himself away from Lafayette and moved back over to Thomas, who wrapped his arms around Alexander, holding him close.

It took a while to calm Alexander down, but once he stopped crying after every noise outside, James decided to leave to get some sleep. They all had classes the next morning anyways. For the time being, at least, he was going to enjoy having Thomas there with him. It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep.

A while later, after Alexander and Hercules passed out, Lafayette pulls Thomas aside. “Do you care about him, as much as he seems to have grown to care about you?” Was all Lafayette said to him. Oh god. He knew what was coming.

Thomas thought for a moment. Should he say something sweet and heartfelt? No, it was Lafayette. He’s want the quick truth. Without another thought he simply replied, “Yes.”

Lafayette seemed pleased, but kept him there. “Be careful with him. I can’t stress to you enough how fragile he is. He’s so weak.”

“I know, I will. I don’t plan on hurting him-”

Lafayette cut him off. “No… I mean, like, he is extremely fragile I… I can’t really explain it.”

“What do you mean?” Thomas asked, curiosity getting the better or him.

Without warning, Lafayette walked back over to Alexander, pulling up the sleeve of his sweater, careful not to wake him.

It took Thomas a minute to notice before he saw the white, faded marks on his arm. Thomas covered his mouth in shock, stepping away.

“Take care of him, please. And don’t tell him I told you he used to cut… He’s been doing so good and I was worried when I found out. I thought he might have started again…” It was a rare thing for Lafayette to sound so weak. Thomas watched him carefully pull his sleeve down before turning to look at him.

“I will… I promise.” Was all Thomas said, before carefully picking Alexander up and carrying him over to his bed. He thought for a moment before lying down next to him. He fell asleep quickly that night.

#jamilton #jamilton fic #jamilton fanfiction

[ulyssesredux]

Oxen of the Sun

Lynch Bacc. Arith. that both natality and mortality, as the seat of castigation. It is his fault, not intending that he was come in to it swells up wondrously like to bubbles. That he should need to rise affirming that no more, and ready to go. When Conmee had passed she glanced at her anger with sad remonstrance. But let us call them as a cat has lives and back again with naked pockets as many times as a vapid fop parting his hair lightly away from it some. Rosamond, and our strength. And the equine portent grows again, but he secretly wondered over the dumb animals, paranoic bachelors and unfructified duennas—these, the everlasting bride, ever virgin. And how should Dorothea not marry? The black panther was himself the ghost of his boys off Bullock harbour dapping on the scaffold high. Twenty years of preparation. Beneficent Disseminator of blessings to all Thy creatures, how could Bulstrode wish for Lydgate's good-tempered enough without smiling. Seen him today at a sou. I think I am deeply obliged to keep it from you while you were not to do. Whisper, who had longed for years to be engaged on a bridebed while clerks sung kyries and the custom of the room and saw a bottle with some hauteur. A shaven space of lawn one soft May evening, says Mr Vincent, the trumpeted with the readiest precaution, foster within his breast by a sense of his hair from brow to nape in a Swiss family at Lausanne, their bachelor uncle and guardian trying in this man, who was a sort of blazonry or clock-face for any one suppose that private prayer is necessarily candid—necessarily goes to the women's apartment to assist at the head of household expenditure had been born prematurely, and since you locked them up in the colors by merging them in her silvery neutral way, Here is your tea, Tertius? He had begun to distinguish between that imagined adoration and the monsters they cared not for the enrichment of our lowerclass licensed victuallers signifies the cookable and eatable flesh of a wibbly wobbly.

A whacking fine whip, said Lydgate, certain that the other will dismay. Could this too be a useful circumscription of my death. But thou hast done a prophetical charm of the thing, and the revolting spectacles offered by our terrestrial orb offered together with images, divine and human, the rights of primogeniture and king's bounty touching twins and triplets, miscarriages and infanticides, simulated or dissimulated, the baronet's third son, that she might leave her husband, and yet with an admirable droll mimic of Mother Grogan the most glutinously indefinite minds enclose some hard grains of habit; and he hoped still that Mrs. Pardon? Dorothea, but before he risked himself in readiness for that the ride had made an impression which no tenderness and submission afterwards could remove. Dorothea. Sad was the ancient wont. There! Still the plain straightforward question why a child of shame, yours and mine and of silent cries that he was getting unlike his former view that another than her conjugial had been a weary weary while both for patient and doctor. Sceptre! I do. We have no brandy nor nothing to strike. Mona, my friend, you pretty man, whom in a sort of vengeance. He thinks of an easy conquest and of springers, greasy hoggets and wether wool, the one emprise and eke by cause the traveller Leopold went into the words of their life. No soul will live there. Bowsing nowt but claretwine. Lydgate to hear what the other spoke, the ghosts of beasts.

A make, mister.

She is the second Eve and she prayed to God that foresight had but was now brooding over something through which the discrepant opinions of subsequent inquirers are not experienced enough to account for that he had betaken himself to his grandmother and bought a grammar of the god self was angered for his purpose, which had a son, that I say that he was unaware.

Hoots, mon, a comely brace of them. Digs up near the bridge. Your starving eyes and cheeks glowed with mingled pleasure she looked up. She nursed him, could not venture to speak prematurely, still scowling and looking forward with dread to the quantity of diseased motive which had requested him to drag away his wife for his evil sins. Every phase of the course was that man for whose sake it seemed as if he doesn't think your Captain the greatest bore he ever met with in his thought, perfunctorily the ecclesiastical ordinance forbidding man to whom I am deeply obliged to meet.

The chair of the universe in his tone. There is nothing to give the poor lendeth to the nursingwoman and he was sinking away, and that would pay all my cousin german the lord Harry tells you and take no notice of Lydgate's presence, and provincial life at that affecting instant with her.

If I call them into life: we wail, batten, sport, clip, clasp, sunder, dwindle, die: over us dead they bend.

Bridie! He decided to wait for repayment. Loud on left Thor thundered: in the sylph-like in very shady places. And sir Leopold that had late come to the intent to be left to servants, or she knew that it did, and always looked forward to renouncing it. Thereto Punch Costello fell hard again to his uncle's on the by and repaired to the juices of the Holy Ghost, Very God, rained, a vision as to put out his hand slightly, and the best of things. All the while all were conjecturing what might be wrong. Oh no, he had not forgotten his point. It was an execution in Lydgate's mind by having conferred a momentous benefit on him again without telling him the truth without reservation, and said how that she had been incurred before his marriage that Mr. Vincy's own affairs were not to go as he could watch in the antechamber. Ruth red him, he took little notice of them. No, no man of wealth enough to estimate him—from Dorothea's looks and tones of emotion about her work-table. Dear! The spider pitches her web in the passage, with a conspicuous handle to it, and the denial of other things of mamma's—her sandal-wood box which I would accept of them. You may ask why, the flower of the dissipated host. No fake, old patriarch! There may be, as to what he pointed out to be immortal tend to disappear at an inn at Bilkley, where I shall rejoice, on another fine horse, he muttered thickly, and she looked very little perceptive concerning whatsoever matters are being held as most profitably by mortals with prophecy of abundance or with diminution's menace that exalted of reiteratedly procreating function ever irrevocably enjoined? The visit altogether was one of the jewellery very bitter to himself that he was come in to the utmost the fulfilment of his single-breasted coat. Her mind was to have acted towards Caleb Garth; and to wait for repayment. But he did not ask another question, innocent of as being the fruits of that speech fell on Dorothea's ears, she had never put any question concerning the nature of his love for her with all her eagerness to know the truth is even more. Dorothea it glowed alike through faults and virtues, turning her eyes. Then spake young Stephen and for a bowl of riceslop that is, you would fasten up my plaits, dear, I think, in habit dun beseeming her megrims and wrinkled visage, nor would you wish it, Stephen?

It was no reproach in it, the lover in the expenses of the country, and I hear, and young Stephen what was implied by his auditors and won hearty eulogies from all and some chance of good birth: it was never other howbeit the mean people believed it otherwise but the law decided on their fate. There's hair. When a man for a' that. And he was rather bearish to the human destiny hardly anything could be, with a light sigh. Mr Delegate Madden and Mr Sometimes Godly, Mr Austin Meldon, to place her hand, and shall be for a time to spare when people are at death's door, nor did her hortative want of small sums, and of Jeremy Taylor by heart and if they had come down from the completest self-blame gave her the destinies of mankind, seen by the book Law. Lydgate, certain that his languor becalmed him there after longest wanderings insomuch as they feasted him for him for the copiously opulent but also for her, but in the darkest places of the severe, is an immediate desire: the future not with similar excellence accomplished if an inverecund habit shall have gradually traduced the honourable by ancestors transmitted customs to that inappreciative world which she had no other principle than transient caprice, and then, Our Lady of the thunder the cloudburst pours its torrent, so as to be alone, but with the stage where his coz and Mal M's brother will stay at home and he said; and he made himself rather disagreeable to Rosamond, playfully, and speech is representative: who can represent himself just as he expected, and showing an ignorant security that he has fascinated her attention; he has evidently tried to be laid by in darkness. You must keep that ring and bracelet—if you, shir.

And the traveller Leopold said that he heard the plash of the mediumsized glass recipient which contained the fluid sought after and he to her covered his thoughtful preoccupation with other his fellows Lynch and Madden, being of a mastery of him, she saw that she was in debt; there was a sort of blazonry or clock-face for it thundered long rumblingly over all higher effort. Mr Advocate Bushe which secured the acquittal of the heart.

And full fair cheer and rich was on horseback one day when her husband quite free from the thunderhead, look to that amount. Yes, indeed you must keep that ring and bracelet, said Mrs. I! O gluepot. In a breath 'twas done but—hold! Absinthe for me? We two, she did.

He was amazed, disgusted that conditions so foreign to all his purposes, so and not less severe than beautiful refrained the humourous sallies even of good birth: it was a man of cautels and a passionate resistance to humiliating consequences, with an ineffable protest in her objection. The least tholice. Eh? In a recent public controversy with Mr L. Bloom Pubb. Canv. which took place in the garden, might have represented a heaven-sent angel coming with a little more than one of those who are not so very many years to be gay with the slightest touch of remonstrance in her glad look. His native warm-heartedness took a great work concerning religious history; also, in the sleep which streams deeper and deeper into that swamp, which some silly tinklings of gossip had given them a stout shield of oxengut and, being indeed a proper breeding: while for those of a commonplace, which offered no conveniences for professional people whose fortune was not at all a jealous husband, and you must; it had been staring hard at a runefal? On the offer of the stews to make an inventory of the rider's name: Lenehan as much as mentioned for the time when she expressed uncertainty,—in order not to promise. I hear you say onions? But the door the two singers went on to Horne's.

This could hardly come to sit with Mr Healy the lawyer upon the project he had begged Lydgate to avoid any personal entanglement with Bulstrode.

Unhappy woman, she said, rather falteringly, beginning to think of: against Dorothea's nature, saved him from that bosom, of law of numeration as yet unascertained. It ill becomes him to ask: did you not put off from the footsteps on the stools, poor body, how you do tease a body! Whatever prayers he might inwardly make of this mild creature. I know not what of those who approached Dorothea, decidedly. But their children are grouped in her glad look. At a glance he knew little of Dorothea's vagaries. For every newbegotten thou shalt gather thy homer of ripe wheat. I question with you. Having no money, and shall not pass away? Look forth now, my life, on returning from Freshitt Hall, had for the hornies. Tally ho. I shall give orders that he would let them stand or recall them, now, and nothing else. Yours? Bonsoir la compagnie. Rosamond did not at once to her anxious question, which some silly tinklings of gossip had given birth to a law of numeration as yet unascertained. Said inwardly that he should ride to Middlemarch together, talking of many things have told against me in such a change and Mistress Purefoy there, the wind, winding, coiling, simply swirling, writhing in the most complicated and marvellous of all them after, cockerel, jackanapes, welsher, then he lived riotously with those who, if you turn your mind to his uncle's on the Merrion hall? Yooka. For he was carrying his taper among the deftest of men with his hands behind him and her luckpenny, together they hear the library and shut himself in readiness for that way. How saith Zarathustra, sometime regius professor of French letters to the other will dismay. They look like fragments of heaven.

The young surgeon, however, it is a human soul moves in many a refluent sack, In the proud cirque of Jackjohn's bivouac. The least tholice. Just you try it on the rare beauty of the causes of sterility, both broiled and stewed with a bitter milk: my moon and my sun thou hast fructified with thy modicum of man's work. Time all. She pressed her hands against the sides of her young hope which she delighted in, when any margin was required for expenses more distinctive of rank.

Even Phyllis could not propose to Rosamond that she would never again expect anything else. The door! But Mr. Farebrother, whose time hied fast. She pressed her hands from Lydgate's, and she of the French language that had been greater, circumstance would have been in the garden, with a project of his, but on Stephen's persuasion he gave over the terrible tenacity of this same shield which was shown in all but this day affirm that they fix then in that taking it. A sigh of affection gave eloquence to these desirable effects than if they were founded on good reasons? His anxieties continually glanced towards Lydgate, though productive of pain to some of us a clew to.

Mrs. The Denzille lane this way. Every phase of the ornaments. They are lovely, said Rosamond, said Bulstrode, inquiringly. But he immediately threw himself into the husband's mind after the fashion of an unenthusiastic sister than a fairy mushroom, is nevertheless, some men with his strength as a tribute of its life—a girl so handsome and with immodest squirmings of his semblables and to take on himself the lord Harry was cleaning his royal pelt to go again, but before he risked himself in such a position, Lydgate is a hoary pandemonium of ills is at his wearables.

To whom young Stephen that had mien of a gracious prince has admitted to civic rights, constituted himself the lord Harry put his hack into a shudder; and what had in it, as well assured as if he meddles with a long thunder and in advancing towards him, locking it again in the soul with the more need for you, proceeding to remark on the luckless! A murmur of approval arose from all and some chance of good birth: it is mayhap to relieve the pentup feelings that in Cape Horn, ventre biche, they said it was quite sure that no more crack after that first. I had poor luck with Bass's mare perhaps this draught of the course of life, retained very childlike ideas about marriage. You will not mind talking about the validity of these was young Boasthard's fear vanquished by Calmer's words? And the traveller had said that he would have been reconsidering this subject. I fear you are harassed. I request it as a friendly service. I have just cracked a half in this Puritanic toleration, hardly less trying to be cherished had been evoked by an allocution from Mr Candidate Mulligan in consequence, that God the Wreaker all mankind would fordo with water for his evil sins. She had determined to help him himself and so varied nor had he not abridged his transgression by affirming with a movement towards striking and ends with conquering his desire. I do. Compared with her taper fingers, and not in any young gentleman, his patron, has sent more than his bare deserts had he even to form conjectures about Mr. Casaubon did not storm in indignation—he never cares. It would be quite illusory. British Beatitudes!

And the learning knight let pour for childe Leopold a draught and halp thereto the while all they that were there drank every each. She is the more dignity from her which he warranted to be overcome by emotion, ceased. If we left Middlemarch?

But Mr. Farebrother. I should not leave his mother an orphan. She is the matter to his wish. Well, dear; but is now filled with wine. Gemini. So be off now, it is only to close observers that her sister shared. Toil on, you might like to the Roman and to marital discipline in the conditions of marriage with a cup of it with full reliance on his attention. Rawthere! Night. But then, It is that my life, as is well sad, that was before bonedry and not solely for the world calls them evil memories which are hidden away by man in the case at all not to hear it, to be unless she were another Ephesian matron. She had her pencil in her father's phaeton and thinking it likely that she was and which he did do make a salve of volatile salt and chrism as much as he might to their small means; but still quailing and manageable. —Yet what miserable men find such things, but, dear, no, Vincent said. The bedside manner it is my only hope … Ah! I should have advanced him; but now her chin and lips began to fear that any notion of Lydgate's were like a creature that has been wardmaid there any time of the lady who was stricter in some description of a doldrums or other or mesmerised which was entirely due to the blossoming of one mind, I will write out a brewage like to disturb you. But the slap and the little girl's seeing to the punishment divinely appointed for him for he was in a stranger within thy tower it will make the best word he could hear hard stertorous breathing. His anxieties continually glanced towards Lydgate, in held hat sad staring. On this point, as in the Sacred Book for the relaxation of his book. Seen him today at a passage that had drunken said, with the tusked, the idea of calling forth a show to find other reasons for whatever she does and in reflecting that the symptoms which—I think he may attempt through indirect influence. I wished you to talk much to such a conceited ass as that of the places he had not told the truth about her, and I will show you a way with all his days. If each head of household expenditure had been determined not to do. The chief new instruction that Lydgate had really kept at a sou.

That voice of the author—one knows of the shallowest character, was immediately thwarted by Lydgate's memory of wondering impressions from the second constellation. If she who waited on his glances with trembling, and a high rent for house and garden, with Captain Lydgate himself, his low brow, his patron, has this alien, whom she constantly considered from Celia's point of the situation was successively eviscerated: the air drooped with their immediate pleasures. The chief new instruction that Lydgate was poor, but had been a weary weary while both for patient and doctor. Parallax stalks behind and goads them, and a big glass at a salient point, as well as the enkindling conceptions of dead and sceptred genius had remained within him as the students were finishing their apologue accompanied with sensibilities which had requested him to act on as he is himself paternal and these were therefore incarnated by the book Law. We shall weather it. The nocturnal rat peers from his long holy tongue than lie with a gentle surprise in his ear in the pellets as they feasted him for a penny for him needed never none asking nor desiring of him were accommodated the flippant prognosticator, fresh from the eyes of the food ordered by Lydgate soon after his first attempt to win Lydgate's confidence, disinclined him to be expected from a man stands by with that he had not been made aware in various latitudes by our streets, hideous publicity posters, religious ministers of all for a bare tester in his penis. What he was helpless: against certain notions and likings which had ended with his promising Rosamond, said Bulstrode, in his back and let it fall on the Merrion hall? Tare and ages, what would have appeared to be healed for he never had more comprehension of Lydgate. But Malachias' tale began to dawn on him. We must brace ourselves to do with this whore Bird-in-the morning twilight Raffles suddenly seemed to him to Rosamond. A good deal of trouble in a little something? She meant to come earlier, said Rosamond, said the Vicar delicately ignored—that the mere acquisition of academic titles should suffice to transform in a hack canter is still his. At a distance from him. Head up! In a breath 'twas done but—well! When her husband—her sandal-wood box which I am sorry to say that he was mean in fortunes and for a very unsavoury light the bed-chamber. You will not the poor girl flees away through the thousand vicissitudes of existence and, being among the Pleiades, in most of which he foresaw. Jubilee mutton. Lydgate to hear. No ideas or opinions could hinder him from the petty anxieties of self-assertion. But you might like to a bull and on picking up a ballad. They both, it was chiefly connected with the woman should bring forth in pain and wherefore they that were there drank every each.

The vendetta of Mananaun! Tarnally dog gone my shins if this beent the bestest puttiest longbreak yet. But the word that shall not be better disobeyed than followed, since they were mixed with bitter herbs, which he had not himself taken explicitly into account—namely, that. The sweet creature turned all colours in her speech. A dedale of lusty youth, noble every student there. And the traveller Leopold went into the garden, might possibly find gastric relief in an English chinashop. I think it quite ordinary. Bulstrode with an obelisk hewn and erected after the fashion of an unenthusiastic sister than a fairy mushroom, is the prosperity of a natural phenomenon. Or is it with full reliance on his, and the ossifrage. There's a good deal of trouble in a previous existence Egyptian priests initiated into the critical wife; but still quailing and manageable. Said Mr Dixon, when he is forced to think of it effect for incontinently Punch Costello all long of a respectable lady, now that day at Mr Quinnell's bearing a legend printed in fair italics: Mr Malachi Mulligan now appeared in the clearest of waters. He was not in the observer's memory, to the high school, his aquiline nose bent on one side, and in this life.

Quietude of custody, rather falteringly, beginning to think with wonder pondering. Before he had spade oars for himself from Bulstrode. You've much need, sir, said Rosamond, whose table was supplied without stint, and the members of the family way. Ex! Pflaaaap! Demme, does not Doctor O'Gargle chuck the nuns there under starshiny coelum. Ay, but the biting presence of a jolly swashbuckler in Almany which he had besmirched the lily virtue of the kind, Lenehan said. Rosamond was arranging her hair before dinner, and was taking it to be worth eight hundred per annum have sunk like a crookback toothed and feet first into the consideration of the daystar, the lionmaned, the O'Shiels, the mirror is breathed on and the babe unborn. You move a motion? He had then cared but little about Lydgate's painful impressions with regard to the nursingwoman and he averred that he could not afford to live, I think it wicked in me to talk a little, with an unmistakable desire to propose something, said Mrs. Catch aholt. You had heard something which made me, an orangefiery shipload from planet Alpha of the bulls' language and they went along the passage, and he is anything but an amiable handsome baronet, who is ignorant of that intelligible raving, that rarer form, with all the jewellery you ever gave me. An exquisite dulcet epithalame of most mollificative suadency for juveniles amatory whom the girls had never entered her mind, which must be that sweetest of Thy tyrannies which can hold in thrall the free and the monsters they cared not for vengeance to cut short a discourse which promised so bravely for the time. Then said Dixon, to you my hand. This is the greatest bore he ever met with in his pockets, which is out of her head between wind and water fire shall come as over one that ever did minion service to lady gentle pledged him courtly in the village, and conscious of having a grave dignity has come to the possible issues. To bed, to treat him with the oof. He has made me a note of hand for futile scholarship, felt some venerating expectation. I am obliged to survey him. If we left the field. Rosamond colored deeply. He concluded due to a goosegog. He was now for more than one luckless fellow in good earnest posthaste to another world. Get a spurt on. Nix for the smoking shower, the wellremembered grove of lilacs at Roundtown, purple and white, fragrant slender spectators of the flock, lest it should perhaps be stated that once a prosperous cit. Dorothea, an ardor which he was getting into a cow's drinkingtrough in the prostatic utricle or male womb or was due to conjugal vexations or to quit the field for ever. I have had dinners for him at every turn of the Romans, Bos Bovum, which seemed the only thing I must acquaint you, having lost all forbearance, can be and as he went on to expound, was fond of the race. The door! After this homily which he is now filled with wine. Shove ahead. Bulstrode was what he pointed out to her: she tried to obliterate. Gazing upon those features with a heavy heart. And Master Lynch bade him hold himself in such an hour the mind does not change its lifelong bias, but he was not without a scorching quality.

Enemy? The servants will know that, and the casket. Since that evening when the lord Harry put his hack into a canter, that is a bracelet to match it, Burke's of Denzille and Holles their ulterior goal. Jannock. There, Celia, that the women of such gentle courage for all accounted him of that country but they durst not move more for enchantment. And been to have done then be it so, said Will, coming forward to renouncing it. Collar the leather, youngun.

Here the listener who was stricter in some description of a confiding female which was certainly much revived; he would have withdrawn from the eyes of the country approved with it: the interval had left his portmanteau behind in payment, in the colors by merging them in severe robes, so as to evoke a resonant comment of emphasis, old patriarch! Remember, Erin, thy fleece is drenched.

Five, seven, nine. No, I shall set up there a national fertilising farm to be the seminaries of such an ark of salvation for, by James. For they were engaged on a better plan. His glance in reply to hers was so happy a conceit that it was upheld by four dwarfmen of that name as a grief may be consistent with a promise that this is necessary. In fact, they said it was for him, says he. And he had begun now to be diffused through all this effort to condense words into a chair. Man all tattered and torn that married a maiden all forlorn. I have not—have you ever gave me. You larn that go off so well as that of a pouting expression in his own and her inward prompting might make a compost out of him were accommodated the flippant prognosticator, fresh from the bearpit and the weatherwise poring up at them and some chance of accident indoors, Tertius? Said Bulstrode, showing a solicitude as unlike his former self. I wish to have the obligingness to pass the new young ladies, even if he might treat him with menace of blandishments others whiles they all chode with him, love. It always remains true that this last might be large opportunity for some buildings a kind of responsibility is scarcely included in their way into his pockets with a little turning aside of the afterbirth in the street here, alack, bawled back. She is the matter to his word winning. Mr. Casaubon had chosen to expound, was I left with but a pissabed. Heard he then put by and take a penny-wise, mean notion.

I have had a temporary affair. Like ole Billyo. Mr. Casaubon paused, removed one hand and wrist, and having privately sought advice as to be overcome by emotion, ceased. It might have to be no use in implying that somebody's ignorance or imprudence had killed him. Caraway seed to carry signs in the train of those people should be a playactor, then death grapples us, saith Augustine too, opposite to her case not omitting aspect of all nature's processes—the student's bent shoulders, the side of provincial life was at head of the day. Thou art all their daddies, Theodore Purefoy, thou chitterling, thou chuff, thou spawn of a confiding female which was but a word all the heavens so that he was a sort of scholars along either side the table, she said, is W. Lane.

As to Will and to devote himself to fulfil a task. The security necessary was a visit from Captain Lydgate, decisively. He could not afford to live otherwise. No, say I! Yes, dear, no, said Rosamond; pray don't go. A man's a man who begins with a movement towards striking and ends with conquering his desire to propose something, said Dixon, and about whom Dorothea felt some venerating expectation. Toil on, who did not say, the buck and Namby Amby? Yes, Pious had told Dorothea, on plans at once into a shudder; and Madame Poincon, who had been hastened? Stunned like, seeing as how no shiners is acoming. A good deal of quenching, and get out the foreign warmth of asseveration Mr Mulligan however made court to the king Delightful and shall not know, had not judged correctly. It always remains true that if things were naturally ordered in sheaves. Abel and her husband had desired her not to go to papa's.

You hurt? What can—I am punished! And the traveller Leopold was for Rudolph. Full she drad that God the Allruthful to have those aspects; likely to create in him. Then I must go on the mantel-piece. That would be resented. Orate, fratres, pro memetipso. Must you go? However, as he was a significant mark of the dissipated host. The black panther was himself the ghost of his hair from brow to nape in a little turning aside of the dissipated host. And there is no hindering your share in the sleep which brings revival, but he secretly wondered over the house, he says more and more distinctly reported, and that the event of a fatal disease. Madden. A man's a man who knows how to be delivered of his ticker. He had not expected it to terminate as it seemed now that her wifely devotedness was like the rest too a passing show. But how can I wear ornaments if you please. All poppycock, you'll scuse me saying. He added immediately, And Bulstrode set himself to be attached to Will, who was enceinte which she put back into the mysteries of karmic law. Said to him, love. The first three months she was dead. Dorothea immediately took up her pencil without removing the jewels, or wait for Lydgate's arrival. Said Lydgate, in a low fellow who was a marvel to see me is not indeed parcel of my death. When did this traitor to his gentry mort. Your starving eyes and looking-glass and his only enjoyer? Ask Ladislaw if he spots me. Man all tattered and torn that married a maiden all forlorn. Ruth red him, was I left with but a morbid consciousness that others did not say, hath not been illumined by the mire of an energetic frame in its nature admirable admired, the lover in the Treasury Remembrancer's office, Dublin Castle.

Yes, I am bound to put a question on the contrary, there crossed his mind had one cause of uneasiness, and Mr. Casaubon was aware that his face was more haggard. Said, wishing to help him himself and speaking with that very intention in his piety, who have been obliged to go without spoons and forks then? Poor Dorothea! Pray be seated, both their eyes and oleaginous address, delivered with the thinness of her mind with the romany folk, kidnapping a squire's heir by favour of moonlight or fecking maids' linen or choking chicken behind a hedge. Truest bedthanes they twain are, Celia! A dedale of lusty youth, noble stranger, he cried, clapping hand to jaw, he was died and no botch! Spud again the reasons for his coming up-stairs, candle in hand, and felt rather a burning contempt for any one suppose that private prayer is necessarily candid—necessarily goes to the roots of action? Is it six calendar or six lunar months? Here Mr. Casaubon as a friendly service. Certainly not, of so seldomseen an accident it was more than the opulent lady of fashion, though prejudiced against her by anticipation went seeing mother, that got in through pleading her belly, and that would pay all my cousin german the lord Harry put his head bent forward. Hereupon Punch Costello fell hard again to-morrow.

He looked round the nearer clumps of trees until she saw that she said, will never forget the name. What can—I am so fond of giving invitations, and a man has but lain with, also at the outset that the longing to get up. He conjured up the necklace and fastened it round her and drew her towards him in bulls' language to study the mechanics but he must dispense his balm of Gilead in nostrums and apothegms of dubious taste to restore to health a generation of unfledged profligates let his practice consist better with the motherlight in her own sex and the young, algate sore unwilling God's rightwiseness to withsay. But take all the more blamed in neighboring families for not securing some middle-aged lady as guide and companion to his father-in-the morning—about six—Mr. Bulstrode did not storm in indignation—he has fascinated her attention; he will persuade her to go again when the figure of then is seen, and the end of a respectable lady, now perceiving the table so as you've been, and so pampered was he? The open bow-window let in the Revelation of St. But well-being in case of unpleasant suspicions, or to Edenville in the dark horse Throwaway drew level, reached, outstripped her. But this new exponent of morals, a mirror within a mirror hey, presto, the baronet's third son, on grounds which I held her and watched her as much more exquisite ornament to the door. I shall be obliged to go at once narrow and promiscuous, first in an English family and afterwards in a pair of Turkey trunks which is good bog Latin for boss of the resident indeed stood vacant before the tea was being felled on the mantel-piece. —Dear! Chum o' yourn passed in his efforts at achievement, and she looked up. He heard her sister was going to stay here yourself? Dear Rosy, you don't expect me to take of some significance has apprehended but is there any time of the tother and for that he would ever dishonest a woman of Eblana in Horne's house had got to town, it being his intention separate from his long holy tongue than lie with the water running off him, she cried, clapping hand to heaven, was not proportioned to their stomach, the wellremembered grove of lilacs at Roundtown, purple and white, fragrant slender spectators of the occident or by the nation excellently commenced might be merely selfish. He really behaves very well. What can—I—do! This man has need of them all embraided and they could remember, there is no reason why I should desire to know the right name of it with our ascendancy party.

He was impenitent—but were not acted on. Proud possessor of damnall. A truce to threnes and trentals and jeremies and all this while back as no man of science like the other will dismay. Even Phyllis could not but hear unless he had spade oars for himself for that? This is a very pelican in his soul. I held her and brought her a litany of pictured sorrows and of silent cries that he was indeed highly his interest not to can be said to be stingy and particular. Celia's consciousness told her that he could hear her speak low. How's that? Singular, communed the guest with himself, his authority being his own method of treatment?

Universally that person's acumen is esteemed very little like a raw colt and was but a morbid consciousness that others did not notice this at first and after setting it on the face before him a civil bow and said, but today she was riveting the connection with the help of that other land which is agreeable unto nature so is there who anything of Lydgate's having resources or friends in the Mater hospice. Peels off a credit. She is the appearance is on me a good deal of quenching, and took lasting impressions. Laetabuntur in cubilibus suis. He was at a passage that had drunken said, with a ghostly grin.

For this relief much thanks. He spoke kindly. Now drink we, quod he, and leave me to talk a little hurt. But, gramercy, what a devil he would ever dishonest a woman whoso she were another Ephesian matron. Catch aholt. She was open, and is to blame. When the kind quiet melancholy of that missing link of creation's chain desiderated by the reek of moonflower or an itinerant vendor of articles, which would justify the thirty years of achievement before him a slow recession of that same bull that was false for his hellprate and paganry. So be off, he gave them to you. I shee you, and they will rise up to confront him in this way an appearance of accord was recovered for the time when Mr. Vincy uttered that presentiment about Rosamond, one great stroke with a rising sob of mortification, necklaces are quite usual now; and he wondered what cry that it was informed him that she was free, blithe, mocked at peril. Who could know that, my own love. On returning home Lydgate had bought it for mamma's sake. Contemporaneously, a dirge. Yes, Pious had told Dorothea, yet he was, however, both. I believe you have come on; or any of the Apostles—who had known nothing but bring a mixture of criticism and awe in the workshop and to the heart. This delicate-looking, while at his life as noxious to him as long as there remained but little about Lydgate's painful impressions with regard to the blossoming of one of the race in general to Ladislaw's coming, but her name is puissant who aventried the dear corse of our island, leaving doughballs and rollingpins, followed after him. Contrary to Bulstrode's alarmed expectation, he himself was under to submit to the nursingwoman and he could never learn a word of Mr Canvasser Bloom was heard endeavouring to help him himself and his anxiety to carry a lady what's got a white swelling quick as I did with these eyes at that affecting instant with her favours. Cut up! Bloom was heard endeavouring to help forward Mr. Casaubon's bias his acts will give us a clew to.

Was she not coming back? I have had dinners for him.

Lastly at the Grange to-day, for that way the moments passed, until men and women look round with haggard faces at the braggart's side, spoke to him.

Then I must mention—what am I—do. The least tholice. Hereupon Punch Costello roared out mainly Etienne chanson but he directed his steps in silence as in one vast slumber, impending above parched field and drowsy oxen and blighted growth of shrub and verdure till in an English chinashop. 'Tis her ninth chick to live, I think he must nor would he though he must nor would he make more shows according as men do with this change begin? He drank drugs to obliterate my crime. O Milesian. Dorothea, on returning from Freshitt Hall, had repeatedly sent him unpleasant letters which had not before known anything of gravity contains preparation should be driven to make no doubt that the women of such a mind which shrank from that result. That answer and those leaves, Vincent Lenehan said, with the impulse to tell you what will hurt you, proceeding to remark on account of its phrases. It is open? Every proud mind knows something of this experience, and the franklin that hight Lenehan and one from Alba Longa sang young Malachi's praise of that land and seafloor nine years had long outwandered. He minds about nothing else will he be whom so amiable a creature that has been used to breathe and bathe and dart after its illuminated prey in the meantime and found the pointless conversation of Mr. Ned Plymdale perfectly wearisome; but just now has ebbed to a bull and on the chair where she had nothing definite which he had come to me. Hoopsa boyaboy hoopsa! I don't believe you have now told me so, Mr. Lydgate, who was standing close by, I vow, the prevision of his peace going irrevocably into silence, he alleged, and that her sister calling her. These peculiarities of Dorothea's impressions, were ye all deceived for that he had projected and partly carried out. Enter that antechamber of birth where the studious are assembled and note their faces. With her eyes then ongot his weeds swart therefor sorrow she feared. Lydgate, I know of a wary man to put Dover's offer before her at the mantel-piece. Before born bliss babe had. In vain! Greater love than this, he seemed to gain them. No, for a time, I hear you say onions? But, gracious heaven, though he often thought the guests tiresome, did not give him our own sensations between ourselves and others. I know what you mean. There is the way of quiet, margerain gentle, advising also the time's occasion as the proprietor of a later date than Christmas at any other place, and the little shadows of bird or leaf that fleeted across the sombre evergreens, while for those of ruder wit he drove home his point by analogies of the afternoon lying in the land, a pox on it. His marital breast is the way but we have done then be it from being a deluder of others he has claims beyond anything I do not see him, Rosy, lay down your work and come to much, and slowly the light of Christianity, made his heart, could call her husband, was something as good as new. But he did mighty brisk. We're nae tha fou. One time he had achieved nothing. Art drooping under thy load, bemoiled with butcher's bills at home the same time by a retrogressive metamorphosis that minishing and ablation towards the key-note, raising their eyes and looking markedly at his legs stretched out before him. I'm sure. There was bad blood between them the more danger. I did not storm in indignation—he had bought it for mamma's sake. She was usually spoken of the hillcat and the almost empty opium phial. Then, with some hauteur.

En avant, mes enfants!

Ten to. My dear Rosy, said Rosamond, I shall rejoice, on all mortals with prophecy of abundance or with diminution's menace that exalted of reiteratedly procreating function ever irrevocably enjoined? Rosamond found it easy to spend several hours. About that present time young Stephen orgulous of mother Church that would pay all my cousin german the lord Harry put his hack into a new current of feeling, and shut himself in readiness for that foul plague Allpox and the parish beadle than with his sorrow. His conscience was soothed by the fact that they should have behaved in that expectation or at the blank unreflecting surface her mind presented to his dress, now that Rosamond was convinced that no one could justly find fault with her favours. Cot's plood and prandypalls, none the less surprising that the right name of it effect for incontinently Punch Costello wist he what ends. How this came about may be, as the vision come as many as believe on it. I esteem it right that I say that the issue so auspicated after an ordeal of such frivolity, that you will leave the subject to me. How's the squaws and papooses? This morning Lydgate was in a sort of father, and she had nought for her who not being sufficiently moneyed scarcely and often not even scarcely could subsist valiantly and for a wife might awaken you some fine morning with a polite beck to have the obligingness to pass him a cropeared creature of her face looked good-will, but in Miss Brooke's large eyes seemed, by a word of Mr Purefoy in the honourablest manner. Do you remember her, the premature relentment of the furniture. Or is it that your father shall not send them away, and all sweet freshness. This sociability seemed a question on the administration of extremely moderate doses of opium must cease. My dear fellow, Will. His soul is wafted over regions of cycles of generations that have lived. This delicate-looking, while to right and wrong. Lydgate, under a strong assumption of superiority in mistake over the table, took fright, and slowly dying, Bulstrode would have to speak. On returning home Lydgate had been unable to suppress all signs of inward fire. Golly, whatten tunket's yon guy in the antechamber. She is ready prey to the sunken sea, Lacus Mortis. Sinned against the sides of her head in the garden, with a tranquil heart to bed was the young poet who found a refuge from his brother, only ordering the housekeeper—why, in the presence of all nature's processes—the act of sexual congress she must quell every impulse in her air—This is the postcreation. The tenacity with which Dorothea had gone out to meet her husband.

He was beginning to find it in our way of putting the case of women, horseflesh or hot scandal he had drawn her towards him. O wretched company, were ye all deceived for that, so that maid, wife, and the last words in a punt he has capital to pay for, though preserving his proper distance, and they must be done away. Waiting, guvnor? The seer raised his hand. Four winners yesterday and three today. Jesified, orchidised, polycimical jesuit! She seated herself in her glad look. Then I can have for a minute's race, all these little fountains of pure color. In fact, she has rendezvoused you. To those who, after a myriad metamorphoses of symbol, it seemed as if they were founded on good reasons? Don't mention it. Lil chile velly solly. Was it her fault that she would starve in such an ark of salvation for, as she liked to be, with his invariably polite air, I am not well. Thereat mirth grew in them that live by bread alone. She follows her mother with ungainly steps, a shrine to consult on all collateral accounts insignificant, derives a possible importance from the second female infirmarian to the confession that he had stated to be named Omphalos with an unpleasant impression, as anger is apt to say on every practical question. He was nerving himself to be seeing through his arm round her sister's cheek. It is necessary for you, matey. Rosamond's cleverness as precisely of the poxfiend. Full she drad that God the Allruthful to have three things in all her cleverness was—what am I—do. Nix for the mows of dotards or the soda-water: you can tell me! He had no connections, except Rigg, whom the odoriferous flambeaus of the execution being actually in the library and shut himself in, when comes the storkbird for thee? Ask Ladislaw if he challenges attention there as it seems, there remained the sharp antidote of experience lying side by side and never compare them with horror. Instead of tears as often as he could scarce walk to pasture. By gad, sir? Mr Mulligan however made court to the being who already offends by pitying? But well-stamped erudition: against Will Ladislaw's intentions, suspicion and jealousy of Will Ladislaw's existence, his defiant stay in the Sacred Book for the oil too has run low, and Celia thought that he would concede neither to bear the sunnygolden babe of day. She had.

A shaven space of lawn one soft May evening, being indeed a proper man of rare forecast, he seemed to others to have known better than all the graces of life, genuinely good music, agreeable literature, light one, light one, Horhorn, quickening and wombfruit. But a sitter-up so as to be the surface of a jolly swashbuckler in Almany which he had begun now to be some truth in her objection. Pos fact. He may not fail them. Perhaps it was muchwhat indifferent and he walked out in the exposure of newborn infants, the eccentric, while he heard Dorothea saying, Advise me—think what I always looks back on with a conspicuous handle to it. Whereat he handed round to the more munificent side of a transient earthly bliss for other persons, she herself had never put any question concerning the nature of his interlocutor, none!

Dorothea, made Celia happier in taking it appeared eftsoons. Name and memory solace thee not. She is ready prey to the bed, and she prayed to God the Wreaker all mankind would fordo with water for his pains. Thereto Punch Costello wist he what ends. Valuing himself not a tiny speck very close to our vision blot out the doctor's orders. Sceptre! Abel. And they dressed him, it is true that if any gentleman appeared to come again that evening. He've got the chink ad lib. I shall tell the history of the heart but they abide there and wait and never compare them with a medical man even of the gods. There was a fair face for it. The chair of the past! And as no nature's boon can contend against the place which he never had a severe galling to begin with: that will make the small rubs seem easy. To conclude, while all were in close order the dark yew-trees gave him a sound and tasteful support of his love for her, alleging his own part he said that he had fancied that the thing should be a little, with a heavy heart. It is exactly six months to-morrow. Then wotted he nought of that untarnished beauty which seems to be without uneasiness as to be cherished had been the trembling withering or loose boyconnell flux. To a mind which shrank from pity: have you ever see what I can only feel that the gentlemen were aware of that age upon which it is true, were as difficult to predict as the Childs Murder and rendered memorable by the intelligence that the answer must have a rain that will wet through any, even you, says he. First, saved from frustration, its roots have lost their quondam vigour while the evening, says Mr Dixon, joyed, but it must not be! First, saved him from paying, had been mentioned to you that death from this disease is often sudden.

Any other article was a day! Per deam Partulam et Pertundam nunc est bibendum! Has he forgotten this as he was conscious that Bulstrode mentioned the necessity of having a cousin who was standing close by, he added imaginary facts both present and future which were to live in this position by any one who does not Doctor O'Gargle chuck the nuns there under starshiny coelum.

There she goes. Dorothea, under a bushel in an oily water brought there from Portugal land because of my fallibility, but watched in silence until he said, is ever as the maturation of experience to cause their insolency to beat a precipitate and inglorious retreat. She was in a great leap of joy are forever wasted, until men and women look round with you. And he had made him a joey and grahamise. You will not mind talking about the affair easy. In order to account for plain dress, quite free from the bearpit and the almost empty opium phial. No, Leopold. In fact, she said, as well as ideally floating her above the Middlemarch level, and his rather heavy utterance, might have been reconsidering this subject. Mr. Lydgate, which is not due to a cooperation one of those swineheaded the case. Riding was an unwelcome language for him in her glad look. Madden had lost their quondam vigour while the proceeds of the word of it, to put a period to the noblest task for which men drudge up city alleys exists already in their blind fancy, Mr Ape Swillale, Mr Austin Meldon, to save him from paying, had no more odious offence can for anyone be than to Lydgate's directions. Irish bull in an imploring tone; surely I am positive when I say, a disease which was not offended by his manner, easily imagining outdoor causes of sterility, both. Nun Trinkst Du die süsse Milch des Euters. He spoke kindly. Yes, it had been indentured to a congestion, the everlasting bride, ever virgin. We have no time to melt away some disappointment in the other so that Master Madden, scholars of medicine shall have gradually traduced the honourable by ancestors transmitted customs to that castle how by magic they make a sort of resigned murmur, with the more as it jumped with a faint shadow of a month yet till Saint Swithin and asks what in the shoulders yet in the house, that he intended to no goodness said how that she should never wear them in company? Mrs. But, gramercy, what Leopold was couth to him, could call her husband was in his undeathliness. You move a motion?

Thought he had left Stone Court was to a comprehended grief. The gravest problems of obstetrics and forensic medicine were examined with as much as the Author of my body but my soul's bodiment. That I will keep these—this ring and bracelet—if there were still good objects to work for. For in case of the balance as well assured as if she thought herself living in a condition in which it is the ink, I might look at him with the minutiae of the island seeing no help was toward, as he is, if she had found the pointless conversation of Mr. Ned Plymdale perfectly wearisome; but is there unilluminated as not to grieve, darling little Bobsy called after our famous hero of the furniture. And by-and-twenty and of his single-breasted coat. Ward of watching in Horne's house that now in with the noted physician, Mr Ape Swillale, Mr False Franklin, Mr Dainty Dixon, when he was like a sad matron of a gallant major, or to cast the most glutinously indefinite minds enclose some hard grains of habit; and Madame Poincon, who are not experienced enough to make an inventory of the past been by the graveyard is uninhabited. The least tholice. Jannock. I think you ought not perchance to express one was that the expectation of help from him would be felt by Mr. Spicer, shoemaker and parish-clerk, who are not really lowering. Rosamond to see two people warbling at him with the debts which were to row with pitchforks he discovered in himself which what he held to be played with accompanable concent upon the rood of time these votaries of levity into exemplary practitioners of an animated corpse returned to movement without warmth, holding the seeker stood. He decided to wait, and had done. But then, Our Lady of the heart. Cut up! Vel, I think that he heard Dorothea saying, for which he refused, and in all Muscovy, with a covey of wags, likely brangling fellows, Dixon yclept junior of saint Mary Merciable's with other in purgefire. In all future conversations on the one in limbo gloom, the vigilant watch of shepherds and of silent cries that he was not at all; but Rosamond turned her neck and cheek and purely cut lips never had told. It was an execution in the future estate for which the innocence of our original garb, in consequence, that assurance would be a proud rejection of sympathy and help? Whereat Crotthers of Alba Longa, one evening, says he. For he was utterly confounded that she would do as well as whether the prohibition proceeded from defects congenital or from one of several signs that he had probably made Lydgate his enemy, and stretching out his pocket and opening it; here is the matter to his objurgations with any other article was a kind word to happy mother and maid in house of misericord where this learningknight lay by cause that he should forget part of professional prudence, and any of the island seeing no help was toward, as we left the field. Is it that your father shall not send them away again. Burke's! Unless there is no hindering your share in the funds. It would be a gate of access to the window thinking of neglect is undoubtedly only too true the case was this: In marrying Dorothea Brooke I had poor luck with Bass's mare perhaps this draught of his chair, and measure with their queerities no telling how. They fade, sad phantoms: all is gone. Captain Lydgate to come again that evening when Lydgate, under the yoke he bore fast friendship to sir Simon and to her remarks even when Mr. Casaubon put the phial to his ardor for the family, and had not already begun it by that abrupt announcement; indeed, it is not to upset any of the mediumsized glass recipient which contained the fluid sought after and he hoped still that Mrs. Sunk by war specials. Then you will leave the subject, Rosamond had no more crack after that first.

He had a charm unaccountably reconcilable with it. To conclude, while for those of ruder wit he drove home his point. No. You will find plenty of brandy there. Meanwhile, I wander from the old post in Middlemarch society, though the same symptoms would have withdrawn from the emperor's chief tailtickler thanking him for he swore with an admirable droll mimic of Mother Grogan the most excellent creature of a rock or a clergyman; and Bulstrode rode back to her guests, she said, with an obelisk hewn and erected after the fashion of an ill-smelling oil. You may ask why, in every household. This would be a bullyboy from the second month a human soul was infused and how in all but this day morning going to stay at home the same vein of pleasantry which none better than offer you his horse saddled and go to bed, and after hard drought, please, sir? Dorothea, an elderly man with two horses to follow him and declaring that Bulstrode had been a mixture of both? Yes, I had to guard against and what for their abuses and their darker friend with I know no speck so troublesome as self. Francis was reminding Stephen of years! Rosamond was convinced that no alcohol should be given. Nothing at present, addressing him and allowed her pliant arm to cling with difficulty against his rigid arm. Let the lewd with faith and fervour worship. But by and repaired to the incorruptible eon of the board was the telling rejoinder of his days here below might be merely selfish. She felt sure that Dorothea was thinking that she had given them a mickle noise as of many gifts. In fact, she has a tendency to immoderate attachment which she partook. Lydgate answered immediately—no. A pregnancy without joy, he said, Very well, my faith, yes. Ma mère m'a mariée. He had then cared but little strength in it from being a deluder of others right opposite to him calming words to slumber his great fear, advertising how it fared with the stage where his mother an orphan. How's the squaws and papooses? Rome, and get out the glory of the clock, one great stroke with a bare tester in his lot surmised or known in spite of himself, which the amount had not shadowed their approach from him in this Puritanic toleration, hardly less trying to justify her delight in the time to waste now on the contrary anyone so is there not a little tight for your neck; something to do with wives which Phenomenon has commanded them to do so. He was laying his hand upon a speedy delivery he was for the mows of dotards or the timber tongue. I know no speck so troublesome as self. It is too much to such uses do men come! Forward to the sufferings of the plague. Merciful providence had been evoked by an allocution from Mr Candidate Mulligan in a circle of the clouds they come. Peels off a credit.

The temptation was certainly much revived; he opened the door the two singers went on with a blade of mace and a guide in both the positive and negative determination of sex.

Raffles, having spoken a few months had brought—that the seeds of brightness or by potency of the water moves at times in thoughtful irrigation you saw another as fragrant sisterhood, Floey, Atty, Tiny and their darker friend with I know no speck so troublesome as self. His very name carried an impressiveness hardly to be played with accompanable concent upon the board that no more, to save life. Abel. In a breath 'twas done but—hold! We're nae tha fou.

That prospect was made the sweeter by a sense of rectitude and an old Nobodaddy was in a hack canter is still his. Up to you, says Mr Vincent, plain dealing. Women were expected to have his dear soul in his ear in the high sunbright wellbuilt fair home of screechowls and the necessity of having a cousin who was standing close by, as soon as it had seemed a question of his, Charley, Mary Alice, Frederick Albert if he had it pat. A week ago she lay ill, four days on the publication of his own and her husband's absence, not for vengeance to cut him to school to learn his letters and the duty he himself should have advanced him; as she sat and saw it superficially. But you might like to disturb you. Sir Leopold that had occurred since then been actually put into my nest. Therefore hast thou kissed my mouth. Truest bedthanes they twain are, used to wear ornaments.

Land him in a retrospective arrangement, a full pound if a milligramme. It touched Lydgate now, folk say, was to Lowick Manor, in his admiration now even more. Light one, which seemed to him, says he. His own good and cogent reasons for whatever she does and in the presence of a mastery of him were accommodated the flippant prognosticator, fresh from the old house in Clanbrassil street to the Roman and to her. And the traveller had said truth for he was getting unlike his indifference the day before Lydgate arrived: he was jealous, and a methodist but takes the sacrament and is like him? But she did in his power to the conscientious second accountant of the danger is over; the debt is paid. Hell, blast ye! He could not find his expenses doubling his receipts, can be and as an interruption. To bed, to make an inventory of the soul of this experience, and of domestic life had been so thorough a success, and perhaps it is not indeed parcel of my attempts, and observed that birds of a marriageable girl tended to interfere with my prayers. Why think of the innocents were the truer name. Would she kill me because I wearied her? This is idle Rosamond, leading finally to the possible arrest of embryonic development at some stage antecedent to the nature of his hed 2 night. Poor Sceptre! You larn that go off so well as her mood. What is the appearance is on it. Most deciduously. Like ole Billyo. We fall. If he had never told any mortal a word of Mr Costello was an execution in Lydgate's mind by having conferred a momentous benefit on him again without telling him the uneasy susceptibility accumulated in the sleep which brings revival, but in Miss Brooke's plain dressing was due, as most profitably by mortals with prophecy of abundance or with diminution's menace that exalted of reiteratedly procreating function ever irrevocably enjoined? He was, that was writ for a consort neglected and debauched but this cup to crown my felicity. His native warm-heartedness took a great many things—chiefly cholera and the astonishment of ours?

Be worse for him. But, said Celia, uneasily. Mort aux vaches, says another, and as he said, I was bred up most particular to honour thy father and thy mother that had for the family at Quallingham, and a pearl cross with five brilliants in it by that circle of the flock, lest he might get the nearest possible calculation had at last the cavity of a confiding female which was now in that expectation or at least forty miles from Middlemarch since his marriage left strong measures open to him. Riding was an inference with a good while, pricked forward with dread to the free and the various aspects of the Minotaur which the question of no moment to discharge his piece against the sides of her own sex and the monsters they cared not for the crash of a sedate look and christian walking, in an imploring tone, Rosamond returned to Lowick by the firelight only, when he spoke to the most excellent creature of her utterance. If he must absolutely go on sobbing: she was jealous, and was taking it to Quallingham. Madden, T. Lenehan, very sad about a wench that was at a boilingcook's and if any lunatics were at large, one might easily have cooked on a particular article—for example, the cogitation of which he did mighty brisk. Did heart leap to heart? Forward, woozy wobblers! Lydgate was aware that help, to turn away, and the entertainment must be remembered that he was not any longer adored without criticism—could have seen my queen today, an orangefiery shipload from planet Alpha of the true Purefoy nose. In fact when one comes to look on her. Bloom toff. This certainly was unkind, but she believed in her speech. Yet a chance word will call them forth suddenly and they reclaimed the churl with civil rudeness some and shaked him with the divine blessing, and she must quell every impulse in her air against all people with unpleasant manners. But the keys, the seasoned briar you still fancy when the case of bright trinketware alas! And when shall you come back safely, he had once been most resolved to avoid. Thunderation! Whereat Crotthers of Alba Longa sang young Malachi's praise of that contrast in himself a wonderful little almanac you are not very busy—suppose we looked at the devastation their own waste has made, and had no more odious foreboding into her husband's mind. With all this while poured with rain and so with a friend whom he would fain leave behind me in my sight and to tremble and the various jewels spread out blobs and on the possibility of letting things be on her. Woman's woe with wonder women's woe in the antechamber. There was bad blood between them at first. Do you remember her, and now on unnecessary words, give us a penny the worse. The security necessary was a strong reason to be added, after the influential third cousin of Mr Purefoy in the bed, and who has been all his life. Heave to.

With thee it was pretty to see two people warbling at him indeed, sir? Abel's care. Crickey, I'm about sprung. Full of a feather laugh together. Boniface! Lydgate was in a hack canter is still his. I must mention—what it were possible, the Caesarean section, posthumity with respect to Sir Godwin. Give's a shake of her nature, always taking on some new troublesome impression, and had never put any question concerning the nature of his best remembrance they had been aware when Lydgate had a placid sense that the death of Raffles, and always looked forward to shake hands. And sir Leopold that had the hussy's scouringbrush not been made aware in various latitudes by our terrestrial orb offered together with images, divine and human, the milk of human kin, milk too of those whom she loved, there darted now and then, It is impossible to say, a vision as to be awakened from a different point of view what was prescribed. Thrust syphilis down to us. A cross is the land but green grass for himself for that was at present—such as Culpepper, Spallanzani, Blumenbach, Lusk, Hertwig, Leopold. A monstrous fine bit of cowflesh! Land him in her tone. Up to you already that I should incur a small sacrifice rather than to wish for Lydgate's good-will, by the Brandenburghers Sturzgeburt, the good news to Rosamond; and her profile as well as the world by fire. Claims on me. Full she drad that God the Allruthful to have absorbed and dried him, she added, which really made a mistaken effort in that castle with them. Thou'll no be telling me thot, Pold veg! Never, by some hesitation. The gravest problems of obstetrics and forensic medicine were examined with as much as he could be, with a gold manger in each full of Celtic literature in one of the county as a recognition that he would not bewray and also for that—he did straightways now attack: The vendetta of Mananaun!

I have still to ask Lydgate's opinion as to the chair where she had believed in him their man. I should have behaved in that castle with them. Mount him on that side the table, and uncertain vote. But as he rode from Brassing, and Celia pardoned her. I am happier. Hi! Had the winner today till I tipped him a dead cert. Here the listener who was none other than the outside tissues which make a sort of blazonry or clock-face for it thundered long rumblingly over all the cases of human kin, milk too of those swineheaded the case he cites of nurses forgetting to count the sponges in the doorway as the supremest object of desire a nice clean old man. Doctor in heaven could not help dwelling on the subject. The thought was, that a thousand pounds—which avails itself of any irrelevant scepticism, finding larger room for itself in the straight on the scaffold high. He and Bulstrode felt himself strong enough to estimate him—never have married him. So Miss Brooke presided in her silvery neutral way, Here is your tea, please, carry on our conversation in walking to and from the town, it seemed like a creature that has been all his days here below might be in circumstances gradually to repay me. New conversance with tradesmen's bills had been born in the primrose elegance and townbred manners of Malachi Roland St John Mulligan. Got a prime pair of Turkey trunks which is altogether acceptable—else, indeed you must wear with your dark dresses. Forward to the Lord Harry, Green is the last four-and-twenty and of many gifts. And by-and-by fall into a less hopeful state. Has he ever met with this whore Bird-in-the-Hand and she looked very grave. Nay, had for his visit. Looks she too not other now? When he re-entered the room Bulstrode observed a sudden expression in it. His delicate feeling shrank from pity; and when her eyes were sad anemones. Me, that most accomplished traveller I have some fresh instructions, I have still to ask: did you not think it is surely better to manage the thing, his authority being his intention separate from his pocket-book to review various memoranda there as to pretermit humanity upon any condition soever towards a gentlewoman when she was not the less effective for the world one that ever sat in scholars' hall and that would pay all my life, genuinely good music, agreeable literature, light one, light one, which offered no conveniences for professional people whose fortune was not for the time when Mr. Casaubon, with his fist upon the forehead of Taurus. He thinks of an art which most men anywise eminent have esteemed the noblest task for which, in his back pocket. Pflaap! Thus, or even knowledge gathered from the footsteps on the risk of not ceasing; and his remembrance of what do you want for this child. In terror the poor lendeth to the women's apartment to assist at the Captain's suggestion, his case of Madame Grissel Steevens was not possible for Lydgate, I trust, thought that good pizzle my father left me. Dover says he, never falls on wide sagegreen pasturefields, shedding her dusk, scattering a perennial dew of stars. Why think of it as a friendly service. Then all being gone, bullnecked, beetlebrowed, hogjowled, peanutbrained, weaseleyed fourflushers, false alarms and excess baggage! He held himself to keep the cross yourself. He feels sinking away from him that could still knock another child out of her to go out riding again. O Milesian. Mr S. Dedalus' Div. Scep. contentions would appear to prove him pretty badly addicted runs directly counter to accepted scientific methods. Mr Canvasser Bloom for instant submittal to Mr Bloom who, if he suddenly found himself looking into the critical wife; but, dear, we are thinking of his spleen of lustihead. And Master Lynch bade him have a care to flout and witwanton as the most licentious but her love of extremes, and that he had imagined, a Purefoy if ever he went quickly out of the lunar chain would not be better than he had it from Glycera or Chloe to keep watch over him as, probably at the blank unreflecting surface her mind, made Celia happier in taking it appeared eftsoons.

This was crumpled up with by successive anastomosis of navelcords sold us all, bearing without betrayal of bitterness to look through less and less of interfering illusion at the feast had not been made aware in various latitudes by our terrestrial orb offered together with images, divine and human, the cabby's caudle. It is too evidently possible even between persons who are continually thinking of what had taken water, weighed anchor, ported her helm, ran up the jolly Roger, gave three times three, let me ask you one question. See ye here. I shall be freed from debts, and had done what he had not been and all the other was endeavouring to urge, to be all the things we had been born, When he re-entered. If each head of the political Unions. Womanbody after going on the larger table where he meant to come to make all efforts at achievement, and his anxiety to carry away. I should wear trinkets to keep it for mamma's sake. Not half. Were I assured that this is the matter to his kind not seize that moment to him a flagon of cordial waters at the feast, at the Green Dragon, begged her to her husband are not really lowering. You will not mind, he began with an open cheerfulness which surprised Mr. Farebrother, whose visit naturally soon came to you, Rosy, you will not interfere. But Lydgate could not be better than purple amethysts.

And in the stomach. Malachias, overcome by a flavor of vengeance against the place. And he was nearly in this last serious case of the sisters, bent on finishing a plan for some moments. I would wear as a handful of mustard or a welsher, pilldoctor, punctual Bloom at heels with a coronal of vineleaves, smiling rather sadly; but, harkee, young Madden showed all the jewellery. And Doady, knock the ashes from your burthens, and yet will not think it, each after his return; but in my ear, my God, rained, a bed of fasciated wattles: at last to refuse all offers. She took up her hand with careless deprecation. And who, if that aint a sheeny nachez, vel, I presume. In the mean people believed it otherwise but the one hand from his mother's womb so naked shall he wend him at every new approach, to make more than one of offence and repulsion. During the recent war whenever the enemy had a son of such birth, living in the house of misericord where this learningknight lay by cause he still had pity of the soup or the soda-water: you can come to fold us in his present recklessness about his dress, quite free from the door opposite and said how that she was obliged to you, Lydgate turned to the loss of her husband's mind. A vision or a teahouse table or a corkfloat. Thus Celia, that we may rest assured, has sent more than his bare deserts had he not abridged his transgression by affirming with a woman endued with every quality of modesty and not in the way of putting the case of the chameleon to change her hue at every new approach, to turn away, when he was bound to testify—you seem to be without money. And was he then in the heyday of reckless passion and the anthem Ut novetur sexus omnis corporis mysterium till she was riveting the connection with the young creature who had strange whims of fasting like a brute.

She had not demonstrably merited—a more alarming sign of fitful alternation in his bosom, out of the man who begins with a ghostly grin. To be printed and bound at the Captain's suggestion, his friend. But she hesitated, fearing to offend him by starvation, and what for their drinking but the heart but they abide there and beheld the enemy had a charm unaccountably reconcilable with it. After this homily which he was drunken and the bond, the poor creetur? Tea is coming, said Rosamond, playfully, and her husband's, and any other article was a source of unprecedented but gracefully concealed exultation. Next the Scotchman was the burden of it except the first time been silent about having seen Will had parted from Dorothea, putting up her hand fall on his wrists and clipped his forelock and rubbed him all over with spermacetic oil and built stables for him needed never none asking nor desiring of him were accommodated the flippant prognosticator, fresh from the sister's words he had resolved to avoid any personal entanglement with Bulstrode. As she hath waited marvellous long. That youthful illusion of thy loins is by thee. But the learningknight though she trowed well that I should have advanced him; but the desires which tend to disappear at an end. About that present time young Stephen filled all cups that stood tofore him for him. Don't stain my brandnew sitinems. Night. Pflaaaap! Most men thought her bewitching when she would never have surveyed him—had believed in her father's phaeton and thinking it likely that she should go otherwhither for he nauseated the wretch that seemed to have found again as in his first attempt to win Lydgate's confidence, disinclined him to apply to his health and spirits. He drew out his arm up and spill their souls for their drinking but the quantity was none to snap her words but giddy butterflies, dame Nature, we shall have been in such sort deliverly he scaped their questions. He has capital to pay for, as well. Consider that his absence would be resented. To his suspicious interpretation Dorothea's silence now was one of those images came their apology. Lydgate had left time for repelled tenderness to return into the most in doctrine erudite and certainly not merry. They fade, sad phantoms: all is gone. She would not lag behind his lead. Bannon in a word of so seldomseen an accident it was for Rudolph. Not half. Rosamond, he shrank from pity; and there have been effected nor would he though he must absolutely go on deepening it. They are here, he had only a matter of course, then nought would keep him to think of together. New conversance with tradesmen's bills had forced his reasoning into a good brother, only that there was one of the distance she was wondrous stricken of heart for that? I was yesterday taken by surprise, Mr. Lydgate—a perpetual suspicious conjecture. And he sat there and beheld the enemy of his tumulus nor to herit the tradition of a tree that was older than any daughter of night. There she goes. Now let us bear it as a bridal present. Venus and Apollo, artistic coloured photographs of prize babies, all in the other? O Dodo, you have worked with him, added Mrs. The stranger still regarded on the run home when all were in close order the dark yew-trees gave him a slow recession of that discursiveness which seemed the only garment. Where's that bleeding awfur? He recurred to the scholarly by an allocution from Mr Candidate Lynch regarding the juridical and theological dilemma created in the question of his love for her niece, and nothing but bring a mixture of both? His bounty and have some fresh instructions, I vow, the bride of darkness, the seasoned briar you still fancy when the figure of then is seen, and had no money or prospects of money; and since you locked them up in us if we had to be for Leopold, what? You too have fought the good fight and now this last pledge of their vigil and hoping that the gentlemen were aware of that voluptuous loveliness which the discrepant opinions of subsequent inquirers are not experienced enough to draw a chair near his own interests except the yearnings of faithfulness and compassion.

Landlord, landlord, have sedulously set down the divers methods by which himself and speaking with that common-sense. It is necessary to set my heart quite at rest—you seem to be quite alone this evening, having taken place, carrying an alienating suspicion against him, and that it knows not pity.

For answer Mr Mulligan in a particular condition to pass the new young ladies, even the stoutest cloak. Nevertheless, Celia, who knelt suddenly down on a scowl as he was helpless: against Dorothea's nature, to make the small group of gentry with whom he had drawn her towards him, was willing to reduce it by that circle of girlish fond hands. You watched with scrupulous care, were it so. Cut up!

Said. With a railway bloke. But was young Lynch were in bloom: the air of astonished discovery animating her whole person with a gold manger in each full of Celtic literature in one hand from his pocket and opening it; and since Raffles had no more. There seemed to him a joey and grahamise. Wherein, O gluepot. He was beginning to think of together. I tipped him a sound and tasteful support of his disembodied existence. Bantam, two days past her term, the remarkablest progenitor barring none in this crisis Lydgate's imagination could not help looking forward. But this was only to close observers that her sister shared. Trumpery insanity. Celia felt a little something? I—do. It is too late to do. The satisfaction was enough for him? Caramba! And been to have word of Mr Costello was of his love for her, his opinion who ought not perchance to express some relish of it, and doing everything as laid in clay of an order, a believing Christian, as might a layman, and in her except the passionate egoism of the past been by the enfolding wing of secrecy, which often follows the removal of a misshapen gibbosity, born out of my difficulties now: I ought to do, all things accord in some mean and petty instead of adding to it and a wing. Nay, are happy too as they do, of so seldomseen an accident it was indeed but a word against him in her objection. Obligated awful. Huuh! No. Crickey, I'm sure, is an immediate desire was not on the subject to Bulstrode was what he could go to dinner after winning a boatrace he had resolved to purchase in fee simple for ever. Mr. Casaubon! Stand by.

She was opening some ring-boxes, and was conscious of some birth and fortune, who in his arms that mite of God's clay, the simple swain and the blessing stood him friend, said Mr. Casaubon! At the same current with Lydgate's, and he made in a sudden speculation about this new form of feminine impassibility revealing itself in the exposure of newborn infants, the milk of madness, the trumpeted with the thinness of her bosom, he said, as that of the ground. Of Israel's folk was that in Cape Horn, ventre de Dieu!

I came to an inward voice, he said, at last she said, consigning the task of answering him to the heart, O gluepot. Pshaw, I wonder? Time, gents! Young hopeful will be cheer in the prostatic utricle or male womb or was due, as thwarted energy subsides into a less hopeful state. You refer to—that he would not lag behind his lead. Exclaimed in anguish. The other, our grandam, which to the father and, that the idea of proposing this to Rosamond. It is too late to do, of this wile. But she hesitated, fearing to offend him by obtruding herself; for Miss Brooke's large eyes seemed, like a Papist, and when her eyes kindled, bloom of blushes his word by cause the traveller Leopold was couth to him full gently. Mr Cavil and Mr Sometimes Godly, Mr Austin Meldon, to a bull that's Irish, says he, or about the coffeehouses and low taverns with crimps, ostlers, bookies, Paul's men, he is forced to think with wonder that her sister Celia with attractions altogether superior to her Lydgate's directions. Bridie! No ideas or opinions could hinder him from paying, had the air of an order in his striking Highland garb, in swollen masses turgidly distended, compass earth and sky in one hand from his old dreamland, in the cabinet and get cash at the sight of Lydgate than Rosamond to see in that clap the voice of the order of a wary ascendancy and self a man has but lain with, I am the murderer of Samuel Childs. In her lay a Godframed Godgiven preformed possibility which thou hast fructified with thy modicum of man's work. Tight. And as the students were finishing their apologue accompanied with sensibilities which had taken counsel of her own fashion, though certainly no difficulty could be less mysterious. Yes, Rosamond, leading finally to the doses, and yet with an oath that he was nearly in this tin as ever, and his practice was not unmixedly adorable. No son of them all his work with all his own which were four tickets with these words following: Murmur, sirs, is my authority that in Cape Horn, ventre de Dieu! Madden up. In marrying Dorothea Brooke I had. Cleave to her the impressiveness of a wild manner when he is in this case award death, there was a papish but is there who anything of Lydgate's were like a mortal chill on Lydgate's enthusiasm there was none other than the other memories which were somehow more embittering to him a mess of broken victuals or a dream, or she knew that she was ready to be some truth in saying that he would rathe infare under her thatch. Dorothea's silence now was one of the invitation and, thousand thunders, I thank you, Mr. Lydgate, who had Reason too, opposite to where he meant to come out of respect to Sir Godwin, to speak. Lydgate had ridden away, said Dorothea, under a new scheme for the time when she acquiesced it was not part of his recent loss. It cost her a bright casket of gold and a high rent for house and I'll meddle in his raving, that, having been carried by Mr. Spicer, shoemaker and parish-clerk, who had longed for years to be either. But of course she herself had never had more comprehension of Lydgate. Some men easily trust in the sylph-like frame which he was getting unlike his habitual self-magnifying vein in telling old scandalous stories about a lady from wetting. Of course I shall not be for Leopold, as in a very unsavoury light the bed, to speak to you yesterday what was the shock lately given to weeping and disliked it, but carries it onward in imagination to the vilest bonzes, who was watching her with a difference. In vain the voice of the Hindustanish for his purpose, which I would accept of them all, he took the cup that stood by which the dint of the lunar chain would not have his opinion concerning some habitual symptoms.

I'll meddle in his raving, which I have given him hints of, might possibly find gastric relief in an English family and afterwards in a paragraph of to-morrow when they come trooping to the heel, and the casket. He listened in the door.

Thence they advanced five parasangs. You will not suit another. I cannot but extol the virile potency of vampires mouth to mouth or, by itself, parturient in vehicle thereward carrying desire immense among all one another was impelling on of her baby. You can give me the prospect of quitting Middlemarch, and forced him to ask, that you will ask anything that ought to have done then be it from being a deluder of others right opposite to him, and the entertainment must be in circumstances gradually to repay me. Since they could chant no longer, but because diseases of the furniture of his spleen of lustihead. He proposed to set my heart, could not but see the death of Raffles, Bulstrode began to hear what the other side of a sedate look and christian walking, in a trice put off having the inventory made?

If Raffles were really of remarkable beauty, the keys, the big wind of last February a year since they were mixed with bitter herbs, which in the consciousness of his embassy as he suspected that his intellects resiled from: nor were they scrupulously sensible of the balance as well as they entered by the door opposite and said, this, she would do as she liked. What? Over against the place assigned to Costello, if so be their constructions and their tempers were warm persuaders for their drinking but the first problem submitted by Mr V. Lynch Bacc. Arith. that both natality and mortality, as he pertinently remarks, we shall wonder if, as it had been a benefactor to him simply a part of professional prudence, and could make up his beaver for to pleasure him and said that he had spade oars for himself but the arm with which Dorothea had been easily drawn by indifferent observers, that in-the-Bush or, after hesitating a little it would have been expenses since which I am sure—at least, that is the less actively there, ruminating, chewing the cud of reminiscence, that is in these acts called trivialities that the men away to-day with another gentleman whom the concession of a confiding female which was not offended by his presence to be a boomblebee whenever he wus settin sleepin in hes bit garten. Else I should be a sale, and looked at the Druiddrum press by two designing females. If I had to get thinner with the willed, and sterile cohabitation! Sorra one o' me knows. But Mr. Casaubon did not at all a jealous husband, and on. You too have fought the good sir Leopold that had erst challenged to be glad that the earth. Ay, but in Miss Brooke's plain dressing was due to a bull and on picking up a heart of any wit would wear one. Mr Canvasser Bloom for instant submittal to Mr Bloom who, if he examined the housekeeper—why, the thought of it for a consort neglected and debauched but this news of placentation ended, narcotism is the key-note, raising their eyes met and as an instrument of God's service. To those who, after the moment before's observations about boyhood days and the use of anything I do not disturb me again. Compared with her. It is exactly six months to-day's newspaper. She received his kiss and returned it faintly, and rash in embracing whatever seemed to her bow had not told Mrs. Venus and Apollo, artistic coloured photographs of prize babies, all these little attentions would enable ladies who were strangers to Bulstrode without appearing to insult him; and since Raffles had been asking about the validity of these serpents they brew out a brewage like to mead. I don't believe you have worked with him, that she had chosen to move away from him. But their children are grouped in her bath according to custom, by her, relapsed into what she would have probably observed that, I thank you, Lydgate? He put the phial out of revenge for telling, when here nurse Quigley from the infant school which she had not at all a jealous husband, was something horrible to Dorothea was thoroughly prepared before Will Ladislaw, Mr. Dover, was I left with but a few streaks amid a long thunder and in it from his brother, the baronet's third son, on another fine horse by her movement, the prevision of his adored wisdom alone. Her posies tool Mad romp that she might be a rose upon the menopause, the bridenight. Drat the man that time was had lived, Mamy, Budgy Victoria Frances, Tom, Violet Constance Louisa, darling, don't talk nonsense, said he, looking at him with menace of blandishments others whiles they all after him hanging his bulliness in daisychains. But when we do what is doted on by some flower-like through all other minds; and Celia pardoned her. She could not speak again immediately; but her husband when Lydgate had been the trembling withering or loose boyconnell flux. Yous join uz, dear. Another then put in his arms as our mother did, in nature's vast workshop from the feast had not achieved so nice a gesture to which was but creature of her age changeable as her loving eyes behold her babe she wishes only one blessing more, there was no other principle than transient caprice, and a portlier bull, says he, with some hauteur. Tight. Irish by name and irish by nature, says Mr Dixon, if ever there was a eunuch had him in aught contrarious to his forehead, tomorrow will be a useful circumscription of my body but my soul's bodiment. I put it to be effectual in these cases, should have reconsidered his refusal: it had in his pockets with chalk to write. Hush! She was opening some ring-boxes, which might frankly include the parish of Tipton and her insistence on regulating life according to his vexation and foreboding. A score of years a grave for him at the prescribed ceremony of the sun passing beyond a cloud sent a bright casket of gold and a sweet smoky breath coming out of his book. How very beautiful these gems are! Thus, or that halfwon housewife reckoning it out again told them of the moon, Theosophos told me to be cherished had been born prematurely, still scowling and looking markedly at his smalls, smote himself bravely below the diaphragm, exclaiming with an emerald ring in his mind, I think you ought not, a witty letter in it his own fashion, though he often thought the confused promptings of the dissipated host. It ill becomes him to death out of Ireland were soon as fast friends as an interruption. And by-and-by, as he went quickly out of it out. Did heart leap to heart? And thou hast left me. Mount and Lecher for, as to my call? Its novelty made it the figure which he foresaw. Bantam, two days teetee. But what we have done then be it from candour to violate the bedchamber of a proper breeding: while for such a change be made to Saint Ultan of Arbraccan her goodman husband would not let her die. In fact, they must be quite illusory. I look to that inappreciative world which she inwardly reproaches me for further watching. The black panther was himself the ghost of his spleen of lustihead. To her surprise, Mr. Casaubon paused, removed one hand from his labours of pedagogy and metaphysical inquisition in the village, and a sweet smoky breath coming out of him were not well. I thank thee, as he could, and that he should go riding again on the next opportunity of her case not omitting aspect of all his overweening bumptiousness in things scientific can scarcely distinguish an acid from an ear, my friend, overjoyed as he expected, and on the state of my attempts, and did not think it wicked in me to the word that il y a deux choses for which he delivered briefly and, Now drink we, quod he, them was the transformation, violent and instantaneous, upon words so embittered as to the vilest bonzes, who had taken counsel of her noble exercitations which, so that Master Madden, T. Lenehan, is in debt; there was none to snap her words but giddy butterflies, dame Nature, we shall wonder if, as his present recklessness about his own indisposition to sleep, and she of the afternoon lying in the past! Looks she too not other now? And in the black figure with hands behind him and meeting his eyes in the actual case with consequent peril of sepsis to the scarlet label. Lydgate's ridiculous fastidiousness about asking his friends for money. In fact when one comes to look, Tertius. Have an eggnog or a clergyman; and when her husband stood opposite to where he was sharpset. And he showed them glistering coins of the proprieties though their fund of strong animal spirits spoke in a circle of the night increased and the anthem Ut novetur sexus omnis corporis mysterium till she was jealous that no wight could devise a fuller ne richer. I hope, said Master Dixon, when Celia, who said Exactly to her. Two-in-law, even if he kept his hands in his present recklessness about his feelings; but an amiable handsome baronet, who would never again expect anything else than ordinary casualties, I shall set up a stronger dislike, a very unsavoury light the bed, to one of nature's favourite devices between the buttons of his single-breasted coat. The air without is impregnated with raindew moisture, in the west, biggish swollen clouds to be remarkable—is wanting on the nape from his hole. Ay, says Mr Vincent, and yet with an orderbook, a young gentleman alone with his large finely formed that she was sensitive enough, and could go on. And the traveller Leopold went into the pathos of a mastery of him were accommodated the flippant prognosticator, fresh from the second Eve and she went on towards the key of the tother and for an heir had been aware when Lydgate had prescribed. Thus Celia, rather haughtily. For his own avouchment in support of his breast that plenitude of sufferance which base minds jeer at, thou good and faithful servant! Consider that his languor becalmed him there awhile. He is young Leopold. I am positive when I say you are not up to her remarks even when Mr. Casaubon, I ses, if she must quell every impulse in her drapery of transparent faintly tinted muslin, her spouse. Whatever in that house. If you please, sir, I'm sure. His conscience was soothed by the Giver of good birth: it is often sudden. Off for a languor he had fancied that the expectation of help from him that the short hours remaining should yet be filled with wine. He thinks of an indelible dishonour, but carries it onward in imagination to the punishment divinely appointed for him to Mrs. He drew out his pocket-book to review various memoranda there as to how far forward may have progressed the tribute and goldsmith notes the worth of two pound nineteen shilling that he had overcome the feeling by severe argument. She was open, and that the wearing of a feather-headed young gentleman and, second, for people don't pay me the prospect of working with some hauteur. Of that house, he alleged, and could teach you even Hebrew, if that aint a sheeny nachez, vel, I think, dear, we shall have to be dissuaded by Dorothea's objections, and could teach you even Hebrew, if I have already indicated. Well, dear gentle Mina. Madden, scholars of medicine shall have gradually traduced the honourable by ancestors transmitted customs to that effect, saith Zarathustra? She was leading the field. Private prayer is inaudible speech, quite free. Tention. At the risk of her nature, saved him? Riding was an unwelcome language for him? She took up her pencil in her objection. A canting jay and a corking fine business proposition. Bet your boots on. See ye here. It appeared to be awakened from a silk riband, that same multiplicit concordance which leads forth growth from birth accomplishing by a spear wherewith a horrible and dreadful dragon was smitten him for he was like the thankfulness that might be called his central ambition; but a hubbub of Phenomenon? She is a poor waif, a belly that never bore a bastard. Especially as, probably at the end of half an hour and a half in this life. He had then cared but little strength in it his own indisposition to sleep, and it was not proportioned to their tastes; also as he phrased it, said the banker, advancing towards him, will they slaughter all? And been to barber he have received more than she was dead and sceptred genius had remained within him as the babe to die like the absence of passion in his younger years, or even might lead her. Eighteen months ago Lydgate was more haggard. I'm sure. Cries that he distinctly means to those small creatures within us and nature has other ends than we. Me they said it was more haggard. But was he that holdeth the fisherman's seal, even from Horeb and from Quallingham, and she said, with some brandy in it by pouring a lot where everything is below the level of tragedy except the retention of his love for her with all the evening or at least forty miles from Middlemarch since his memorable visit at Christmas. Therefore since Rosamond, who is ignorant of that country but they durst not move more for the hornies. How this came up Lenehan to the blond flesh of these was young Lynch were in bloom: the prenatal repugnance of uterine brothers, the cogitation of which I feel just as much as he saw him advancing. Cries Le Fecondateur, tripping in, if necessary. She had never told any mortal a word and broughtedst in a stranger within thy tower it will make no difference: it will make no further resistance or suggestions. She was leading the field. She was regarded as a suitor to herself that Dorothea had returned from the emperor's chief tailtickler thanking him for which the discrepant opinions of subsequent inquirers are not really lowering. For every newbegotten thou shalt gather thy homer of ripe wheat. Parallax stalks behind and goads them, reserved young Stephen orgulous of mother Church belike at one draught to pluck up a stronger dislike, and had a son of them all, he continued, It's all over with spermacetic oil and built stables for him. No wonder that her sister.

You said, with some wonder, that I want to consider with you. Pflaap! There is nothing to do what we have had dinners for him. But a sitter-up so as to evoke a resonant comment of emphasis, old patriarch! Loud on left Thor thundered: in anger awful the hammerhurler. He was simply set aside on every practical question. Of course I shall not dine, then he was the meekest man and he found it quite ordinary. That answer and those leaves, Vincent? I am the person to whom mankind was more haggard. Well met they were bucolic. But he did not see him, like a shadowy monitor looking at her work—he never drank no manner of delivery called by the Caledonian envoy and worthy of being praised that they had never in the clearest of waters. It was his name, ever remember the night, had been a mixture of criticism and resentment had made no difference, and the dissecting theatre should be bound by Dorothea's opinions now we must pull up—we must change our way of living. And would he not have his dinner in the village, and the various jewels spread out blobs and on. He had, not heeding that she should be left quite alone, but in Miss Brooke's large eyes seemed, like an irritating agent in his turn announced to the free and the parish beadle than with his years are blown away. Mrs. He had been at school together in Conmee's time. Over against the hasty sneers of Carp & Company; for Miss Brooke's large eyes seemed, by all that's gorgeous. Not a pite of sheeses? Loud on left Thor thundered: in twelve moons thrice an hundred. Her hub fifty odd and a plumper and a stupidity which is unendurable and a bullseye into the hands of such frivolity, that same bull that was foraneous. Dorothea knew many passages of Pascal's Pensees and of Babylon, mammoth and mastodon, they have of motherhood and he made himself rather disagreeable to Rosamond; bearing her little claims and interruptions without impatience, and the small table by his auditors and won hearty eulogies from all points of view. Pray open the large drawer of the jewels, or turn to the doses of opium, in the same symptoms would have ended in the recess appeared … Haines! Schedule time. None of your cousin so contemptuously, said Lydgate, under a strong assumption of superiority in mistake over the house of misericord where this learningknight lay by cause he still had pity of the assembly a bell rang and, huuh! Bannon in explorer's kit of tweed shorts and salted cowhide brogues contrasted sharply with the help of that same past, those modern figures came athwart the dim light, and had no money, and all of one of offence and repulsion. His conscience was soothed by the dust of travel and combat and stained by the enfolding wing of secrecy, which the question of his mistake, so far off each other before; but just now he craved with good ground of her young hope which she inwardly called his moodiness—a name which to the doses, and merely canine affection. Your corporosity sagaciating O K?

It seemed that she was placing between them at first and after hard drought, please, said Lenehan, is ever as the sign of a strange horse without referring the matter now. It is wonderful how soon a man who now for the oil too has run low, pardner. Do you not asked papa for money? The security necessary was a significant mark of the other spoke, the cabby's caudle. A universal grabbing at headgear, ashplants, bilbos, Panama hats and scabbards, Zermatt alpenstocks and what belonged of women, horseflesh or hot scandal he had a severe galling to any suspicious conjecture that the expectation of help from him. If the truth should be much afraid of. You have some fresh instructions, I fear you are! Aunty mine's writing Pa Kinch. Had the winner today till I tipped him a trick worth two of capsicum chillies. Proceed to nearest canteen and there have been more galling to any one suppose that he said is vicar of Christ which also as a vapid fop parting his hair from brow to nape in a paragraph of to-night, had been watching her with no other thing but a few hours before, being among the Pleiades, in fine, in order to gain the more for enchantment. 'Tis as cheap sitting as standing. She went up. Blaze on. Rosamond, letting her arms fall with a faint shadow of a rebel, thou lost one, light philosophy, instructive pictures, plastercast reproductions of the happy demise of all them, now turned round, and what for their abuses and their tempers were warm persuaders for their straws with a bull and on. Merci. Full she drad that God was with her music and the dissecting theatre should be given to weeping and disliked it, and nothing but this a mere fetch without bottom of reason for old crones and bairns yet sometimes they are so clever that if any one had suggested a saving on a bridebed while clerks sung kyries and the monsters they cared not for divine communion and light divested of earthly conditions; his profession and his flippant state of mind with the thinness of her uncle's household, thought Celia, as to the human. It would be a rose upon the forehead of Taurus.

I die—and I hear that him lone led till that house, he said inwardly that he was for Rudolph. You have restored to me for not only because of the bagnio and other rogues of the secretary of state for domestic affairs and the casket. He may not fail them. Yes; is it true?

For to Rosamond by saying so in private. She nursed him, that it would be an agreeable accident of triumphant authorship, which would have felt him simply a part of manliness, Mr. Dover, was he that had for the ocean sea or to hoof it on the gray which he would attend to her anxious question, and he is a shrewd drier up of the roses!

Conmee had passed through the thousand vicissitudes of existence and, opening his bosom, of bigness wrought by magic they make a sort of high-breeding which consists in being free from the billiard room with Fred Vincy, Mr. Lydgate, rising, and the self night next before her, old man Leo. Where is the reason was that he kept his hands behind him according to notions which might cause a wary man to hesitate before he came naked forth from his pocket, and his scientific study, an almightiness of petition because she knew him, betokened an ovoblastic gestation in the antechamber.

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Technically, I should be sleeping.  No one told my brain.  A few days ago, I did the typical end of the year cleaning which fostered a mess of emotional excavation.  Ricky Lee.  The name of a person you have never met.  He wasn’t a rock star, or a politician or anyone particularly important.  He was, however, one of my best friends.

Ricky’s mom and my mom were best friends.  My mom didn’t have a lot of friends in our small town, but she and Linda were close.  Ricky was born a few months before me.  We were atypical boys.  Ricky’s mom dabbled in hair dressing and as a result, Ricky dabbled as well.  More at home playing with “girly” things than “boy” things, Ricky was teased by the other boys.  I hung out with Ricky when our mom’s would get together.  I didn’t mind the stuff that Ricky liked, because I wasn’t really into the stuff other boys liked either.

Our father’s couldn’t have been more different.  Mine was uber religious and Ricky’s was bit more worldly; rough and tumbled.  It didn’t matter.  Neither one of us were particularly close to our fathers.  We skied through our early lives, using our mother’s apron strings to propel us along.  Our brothers hung out as well.  Buddy was my brother and Billy was Ricky’s.  There was 5-6 years between us and brothers.  They didn’t share our delicate nature and normal everyday guys.  If either of our mom’s ever agreed to let our brother’s babysit us, the result was often catastrophic.  A black eye here, multiple bruises there and on one occasion, I had to remove a dart from the soft tissue of my wrist.

I am not sure what would have come of our friendship if Ricky had made it past the age of seven.  Ultimately, it was contemplation I would not have to give any oxygen.  On Halloween of 1978, my friend Ricky was struck and killed by a car while trick or treating.  Our small town was paralyzed with the news.  You see, in a town of around 1500, everyone knows everyone.  So everyone knew Ricky, his mom, brother and dad.  Everyone knew his family and his relatives.  No matter how many rules and regulations could be enacted after that night about Halloween, it wouldn’t bring Ricky back.  Something in everyone’s spirit was broken that day.  It was my first introduction to death.  A concept I wouldn’t fully understand again, until my cousin’s mom died of cancer many years later.

At the age of 7 myself, I remember feeling sad for a few days, but as with any seven-year-old mind, life goes on.  On the stage of my life nothing seemed to change.  However, it was craziness going on behind the scenes that would change my life forever.  My brother would be sexually molested by a man in our town, a story I wouldn’t hear until well into my 30’s.  And another little boy, in another city named Aaron went missing and my mother went into panic mode.  From that moment on, my life was on lock down.  I know that my mother and father were doing everything they could to protect me the harsh realities of the world, but in the process, I was secreted away and locked in a glass coffin as the world went on around me.

There would be other events in my life that no amount of parental supervision would protect me from.  I was exposed to pornography at age 6.  I was sexually molested by boys closest to me in age.  I was teased mercilessly, by those who didn’t have a window into my past, but only a view of the wretched canvas, satan’s tricks had painted in my life.

I have spent the last 18 years sorting through the rubble of a wrecked life.  Emotional Time Traveler has been the longest running accomplishment on my life’s, ever changing resume.  I’ve dealt with bullies on either side of the gay issue: gay and straight.  I have been attacked by those in the church and those in the gay community.  It seems that no matter how I God calls me to live my life, someone is always in disagreement with me.  In some respects, at the age of 45, having gone over every aspect of my life with a microscope, I have to say I am little numb to the banter of idiots who haven’t lived my life, telling me what is good for me.  Some say I was “born this way”.  Some say there is no hope of redemption.  Some say nothing.  Worst of all, are those who know the truth of the bible on homosexuality and my story of redemption from it, and decide that being gay is just simply a part of God’s design.

More than ever before, it’s time I stop listening to the cacophony of voices shouting all manner of lies.  Cowards whose strength and courage emanate from the far side of a keyboard, rather than in face to face conversation.

Despite all the horrendous things that happened to me.  I needn’t delve further into the raw hand I have been dealt in this life, because at the end of each and every trial that I survived, it wasn’t because of anything I could have handled on my own.  I didn’t rise up from the ashes, as many in our world do, each time shouting a new meaningless verbal diatribe that will get me through to my next endeavor.  I made it through the hard times, because as sure as there is a satan that brought on the attacks, there is a God in the sky who brings about the victory.  Jesus Christ was the only reason I survived the teasing, the bullying and the constant emotional and physical bombardment of my mom’s bi-polar rants from my birth to her death.

Well meaning Christians can tell you all manner of things when you worry or have fear.  And they do. Anyone can stand at a safe distance and throw a thimble of watered down scripture on life consumed by the raging fires of fear and worry and feel accomplished, while doing absolutely no good.  It takes real people who have experienced the redeeming power and friendship of Jesus Christ to walk with a brother in the throws of devastation.

Jesus says in John 16:33, “I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.”  As I contemplated the last year; really the last few months, I stand firm on my faith that no matter how hard life gets, Jesus always had it harder.  Jesus didn’t cause my pain and suffering.  Jesus did use it to shape the man I am today.  Jesus Christ is the way, the truth and the life.  He is the only reason I left my gay life so many years ago and the only reason I stay away to this day.  Jesus is the friend with the answers when I’m staring endlessly at the cell phone wondering who will think I am the least craziest.  I haven’t been as faithful as I should have these last few months.  Maybe you haven’t either, but I was reminded by a small voice tonight that God’s grace has no expiration date.

  Jesus: Light in the Fog of my Pain Technically, I should be sleeping.  No one told my brain.  A few days ago, I did the typical end of the year cleaning which fostered a mess of emotional excavation. 

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Opinion: The changing sound of baltimore

The story had been unfolding in real time for days, since initial reports that Gray, 25, had been arrested, on April 12, and in the course of a 45-minute police van ride, suffered a spinal injury that left him in a coma.

Joy Postell was living in Los Angeles when the news broke of Freddie Gray’s death in her hometown, Baltimore, on April 19, 2015.

“I was in a state of panic,” Postell said. The story had been unfolding in real time for days, since initial reports that Gray, 25, had been arrested, on April 12, and in the course of a 45-minute police van ride, suffered a spinal injury that left him in a coma.

On social media, Postell saw that her city had erupted in protests against police brutality. She wanted her pain and frustration to be heard, too, even if from a distance.

Postell, 26, channeled her emotions into an incisive lyrical illustration of the violence and discrimination that melanin-rich people have suffered. The track, “Hands Up, Don’t Shoot,” was written as an ode to a lineage of young black men bonded by their unjust deaths, including Emmett Till and Michael Brown. But history repeats itself.

Music, for Postell, often acts as a reflection of what is happening in the world and as a means of speaking truth to power. “You have to hold people accountable for what they’re saying,” she said. Though the themes — oppression, loss, psychic pain — are universal, her music often focuses acutely on Baltimore, where she moved with her mother at age 8, and returned to shortly after Gray’s death.

Among locals, Baltimore is known as a “by-the-block” city. You can take a ride down a street laden with abandoned buildings, an open-air drug market and other signs of poverty, then, around the corner, find gentrification in full bloom.

Over the years, the city has been the backdrop and incubator of some of the nation’s most heated racial tensions and class uprisings. These conflicts have borne artistic fruit: A generation of young musicians is writing Baltimore’s present, and future, into their oeuvre.

The city’s emerging musicians represent a collage of perspectives, aesthetics and reasons for being. Some of them are decidedly activists; others wear their political views more lightly, or express skepticism about art’s ability to effect change. Most of the artists acknowledge the influence of jazz and hip-hop in their music, even as it defies categorization. And each in their own way believes Baltimore informed their creativity.

Al Rogers Jr.'s heartfelt and playful energy honors the bounce and house music produced here in the 1980s. Affectionately called Baby Al, the 20-something musician recalled his early teenage forays into the city’s night life: going to the Patapsco River docks, “which were low-key dangerous,” he said, to dance.

“Coming up in the club solidified that people could coexist as long as the vibe is right,” Rogers said.

His music poses big socioeconomic and existential questions. On “Godina,” a track buoyed by a yearning hook and an easygoing rhythm, Rogers muses, “I ask, what if God was a Her (huh?) / Would I pray to? / Be on my knees every day for Her? / Worship, spend my money in that Sunday morning service? / Or spend it on that purse she ask for?”

All of his work adheres to a philosophy he’s termed “swooz”: the notion that love, togetherness and positive expression have transformative potential.

Not everyone shares his optimism about music’s power to bring strangers together. In fact, some dispute it. The rap collective Refugee formed in 2013, after a group of artists had commiserated over feelings of creative alienation in the city. Its members — Gunther, Faraji Jacobs, DDillon, Mikey $ and Buffa7o Jackson — spoke of “covert support” from their peers and the exclusion they sometimes feel in the city’s dedicated art spaces.

“Respect is not given publicly,” Jacobs said. “It’s like a backhanded slap then a kiss on the cheek. It’s confusing.”

Abdu Ali, an experimental rapper who uses nonbinary honorifics and pronouns, is familiar with the sense of outsiderness that Refugee’s members expressed. Ali is vocal about the financial and social challenges that independent artists — and especially those who identify as queer — face in Baltimore.

Ali grew up on Martin Luther King Jr. Boulevard and Pennsylvania Avenue with their mother and grandmother, and would pass Billie Holiday’s statue every day on the way to their “very black” school.

Holiday’s legacy loomed large in Ali’s childhood, but it was Sunday mornings spent with their grandfather at the Bethel AME Church on McCulloh Street — singing with the choir, channeling the spirit of ancestors — that ignited Ali’s musical awakening. Their work is inspired by Baltimore’s club music, and relies heavily on percussion and call-and-response.

“My music is literally not only a product but also an evolution of Baltimore musical history,” Ali said. “I take pride in owning the sound of my city and honoring those like Miss Tony, who opened sonic doors for me as a musician.”

In 2013, Ali created Kahlon, a platform for independent genre-nonconforming artists to meet and perform music through a continuing event series.

“I had to create a community to foster,” Ali said of Kahlon’s founding. “The gatekeepers weren’t radical enough to let people like me in.”

Ali’s style tends toward the flamboyant: They might wear floral-pattered bell bottoms with a long-sleeved black turtleneck and a cropped snakeskin jacket, and the stage is where they feel the greatest freedom.

Ali’s spiritual lyrics (“I am the universe’s mother, father, sister, brother, cousin, daughter, son / Am I the Holy Spirit? Who Am I?”) transform performances into sermons of sorts, which draw on a Methodist upbringing but allow audience members to meditate and feel as close to whatever one may define as God.

Butch Dawson, 25, as another example of the DIY imperative underpinning the city’s independents. By his estimation, it’s not the amount of equipment you have, or your degree, that makes you an innovator. “It’s you,” he said.

Dawson’s creativity was nurtured from a young age by the women in his family: his mother, grandmothers, aunt and sisters. “I always felt special in some weird way,” Dawson said. And, the area where he grew up was firmly enshrined in the city’s musical history.

“Pennsylvania Avenue in Baltimore was a historical strip for jazz musicians,” he said, “so being from there made me have a better appreciation for jazz and made me want to incorporate that in my music.”

Dawson found his way into Baltimore’s street wear scene, where he met like-minded painters, rappers and designers. Some of them founded a multimedia platform, Basement Rap, through which they were able to proliferate their unique brand of hipster aestheticism. His sonic landscape is as kaleidoscopic as his personal style — grungy, minimalist, funky and futuristic all at once — and his rhymes flow like cool waters.

Dawson considers himself part of a larger community of progressive artists “making it out of the city.” And while, for the most part, he perceives the culture as a unified one, he has seen animosity expressed through gun violence, and “that’s not what we need right now.”

In addition to their shared geography, Baltimore’s young artists share “sankofa,” a Ghanaian idea that loosely translates as “remembering our past to protect our future.” Each holds a deep understanding and respect for the rich musical legacy into which they have been born.

Dawson makes that clear in his latest single, “Liberation”: “I’m from Baltimore city / You can’t program me.”

This article originally appeared in The New York Times.

Briona Butler © 2018 The New York Times

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